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[openshanklygates]

A Shoulder To Cry On

Whumpril 2024 April 8th, 2024 BLOODSHOT Cameron Grimes/Holly Cole (OC) Apocalypse Verse

Sneaking into The Capital was damn near impossible, but if there was any reason to do it, it was love. Cameron Grimes had done far stupider things for far less payoff, after all. Doing something so reckless for the chance to see the woman he had fallen in love with seemed worth it in his eyes. In fact, he had gotten quite good at it as of late.

Cameron would do anything that Holly Cole asked.

He still remembered the day he had met the rich girl from The Capital. Cameron had managed to sneak just past the wall that separated the Wasteland in all its desolation from The Capital in all its splendor. The intention was to steal food, something that was getting harder and harder to find out beyond the wall. After ducking through alleys and past stalls selling everything from clothing to trinkets that he had no use for, Cameron had found the girl crying in an alley. She was beautiful, soft blue eyes in a round face, though her hair and makeup was messy. She had been crying for a while, judging from her bloodshot eyes. Everything in Cameron had told him not to get involved. She wasn't his problem.

And yet, Cameron's heart was too big to turn away.

"Hey, darlin'," he leaned against the alley wall, a smile on his face. He was aware of how he looked, his beard unkempt and hair long. His clothes were torn and tattered, a far cry from the fashion of the Capital. "What's got a pretty girl like ya cryin'?"

The woman wiped her eyes, trying not to be seen as weak. Her hand darted to her side and she spat back, "I don't need your-"

"Woah, woah," Cameron held up his hands in self-defense, "I don't mean ya any harm! I just wanna check on ya! Can't leave a pertty girl cryin' in an alley. My momma would kill me."

The woman didn't move her hand, "This...it's a family matter..."

"Family, huh? Bet it's somethin' nice an' fancy with the way yer lookin'," Cameron gave a playful nudge, "What is it? They stop ya from seein' yer boyfriend?"

The woman suppressed a smile, wiping at her eyes, "You're quite the charmer. Definitely not from around here."

"That obvious, princess?" he chuckled as he ran a hand through his long brown hair, "Nah, The Capital ain't my style. Only reason I'm here is for food."

She hesitated again, a rebellious grin taking her lips, "I can show you where the good stuff is...uh..."

"Cameron," he offered a hand for a hearty shake, "and ya are?"

"Holly."

That had been that.

Cameron had followed his heart, and her lead, to get food. he had never expected to fall in love with a girl from The Capital. One time sneaking in past the city walls had turned into time after time after time. Soon the promise of food wasn't even important. All he cared about was seeing her, making sure his Holly was alright. She had quickly come to mean everything to him. Sneaking into the Capital had come to mean nothing.

Not when she was waiting.

[daddyhausen]

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, breeding kink

{ word count } — 183

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{ genre } — smut

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once you revealed you had a breeding kink

he absolutely went wild

it was like he fell in love all over again

each and every night would be multiple rounds

pumping his cum deep inside your cunt

until the both of you were too tired to continue

he’d keep himself buried deep inside you as you both fell asleep

your pretty cunt milking his cock of every last drop of his seed

it did not matter where you were

in private or in public

you best believe you’ll leave with his cum dripping between your thighs

“i ain’t stopping until i fuck a baby into you, darlin’”

even if you were to fall pregnant he would not stop

albeit he would be more gentle than normal

he would worship your body even more

gently caressing your growing bump while filling you with his cock

“such a pretty cunt, looks so beautiful full of my cum”

he’s obsessed with the sight

often taking the time to admire his your cunt as his cum dripped down your thighs

best believe he’s eating your out afterwards!

[itjazzbicch]

To The Moon and Back

Pairing:  Cameron Grimes x Fem Reader 

Summary: After suffering loss after loss, Cameron is slowly spiraling downward in his head and with Joe Gacy now showing his face around him, his love interest, the reader, shows him that bad times don't last forever with a few big words…

Warnings: N/A

First time writing for Cameron, so I hope that I did well!

Word Count: 1k 

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

"Can't believe she's falling for a loser like him."

The women's locker room was so filled with drama and trash talking sometimes and I hated it. They're lucky that this was happening or I probably would've started throwing everything in my path. No one talked down on my lovebug because he wasn't a loser, even if he didn't win this match.

Watching JD target his leg worried me because even though JD's a little shit, he knew how to wrestle and dissect someone. No one had seen Cameron once he came backstage, till they were trying to get an interview from him:

"I said not right now!"

The moment I saw Cameron lose to JD, I knew this something like this was going to happen. I couldn't blame Cameron a bit for flipping his lid. A lot of things were building up and we are only human and can only take so much.

Blowing off some steam with his yelling, I was ready to go talk to him, till Joe Gacy stepped up to him, trying to offer a place in his weird cult or whatever it was supposed to be.

I was happy to see that Cameron screamed at him. This was my chance to go after him now. He was the most special person in my life and seeing Gacy trying to corrupt him sparked something in me.

Gacy and I crossing paths was inevitable and while making my way out the door, I said softly:

"You leave him alone. You're nothing but a creep and I won't let you hurt him."

No words back to me, just a creepy smile on his face as he placed his palms together. He was always plotting and scheming, but that was something to worry about at another time. Cameron was dead set on getting out of here and I wasn't letting him go alone with the mood he was in.

"Lovebug," I stopped his car door from slamming, accidentally startling him, going to comfort him to make up for it, but he turned his shoulder away from me:

"Not now, Y/N."

"Can't you just let me be here for you, Cameron?" I sighed, trying to gain a connection with him without it leading to an argument because he still had an attitude, could tell how hard he was trying not to scream:

"Why?" He was defeated, shaking his head at me, "Why do you want to help? Why do you want a loser like me? Don't waste-"

"You stop talking about yourself like that right now," I scolded, slamming the car door shut and really making him jump, grabbing his head and holding it.

Staring deep into his eyes, they were a pretty blue like the ocean but had a dark gloom in them and I was destined to change that, meaning every word I said:

"You are not a loser. You have a heart like no one else's, you wear it on your sleeve and there is nothing wrong with that, Cameron. No matter how-"

"I am a loser," He whispered, looking down at the ground and fighting some tears, "I lost my title, I couldn't beat Bron, now JD. I-"

Again, I lifted his head up, my stare more intense so he would actually listen:

"No matter how many matches you lose, no matter how many tough wrestlers that you face, you are not a loser. And why? Because you never give up. You fight with everything you have from bell to bell and that's what matters. You're not a loser till you stop trying and I know that you are not like that."

Not responding, tears swelled up in his eyes a little and spread to mine. He needed to know that my words were true and that I wasn't saying this just to give him false hope, taking a big leap, but needing to:

"And why do I want to help? Why do I like you?"

Cradling his face, a few tears ran down my cheeks, smiling through them and admitting, using one hand to point to the moon above us:

"Because I love you. To the moon and right back here."

Showing him what I meant by here, I placed that hand on his chest, feeling it beating against his ribs, that dark gloom in his eyes beginning to disappear when I sniffled softly:

"And I love you because no one in this whole wide world has a heart like you."

"Get over here," He panted quickly, pulling my wrist and body into him, hugging like I was the last person that he would get to hug, kissing me like there would be no tomorrow.

Hugging him right back, my heart opened up just like a door, passion bursting out and expressing that with every touch of my lips, feeling the exact same feeling from him that made a few more tears run down my face.

Crying like this while so happy was a first for me and when I pulled back a little and saw that precious smile of his, it made me smile so hard that I was giggling, silencing when he met my gaze again:

"Sometimes I do think I am a loser. I'm sure everyone else thinks that I'm a loser too, but you said it best. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I don't give up."

I had never been so proud of him. He was always so full of potential and in a bad time like this, he just needed someone there to give him that little push, blessed to be that person for him, emotions skyrocketing through me when he put my hand over his heart, then mine and smiled:

"And I sure won't give up on my lovebug because I love you too; to the moon and right back here." 

[ghostficwriter]

No Words

Pairing: Cameron Grimes x Artist!Reader Genre: Fluff-ish Warnings: Brief suggestive joke Word Count: 945 Characters: Cameron Grimes, Reader Plot: Cameron is constantly leaving Reader speechless with his compliments, so she turns to paints and easel to return the favor.

You’d never been good with words. You’d muddled your way through papers in high school, managed your way through job interviews, and mangled your way through awkward introductions, but rhetoric simply wasn't one of your gifts.

And most of the time, that was fine. But recently, you found yourself in want of a silver tongue - or at least one not made of lead.

Cameron was always showering you with syrupy praise, effortlessly complimenting your smile, your laugh, your kindness, your every little feature and facet.

You wanted to return the favor, to let him know how much you adored his brash grins and unending passion, his silky hair and his charm. But all that came to your mind was static. The biggest culprit was his eyes - you got lost in them - so blue, so full of energy. Every time you tried to describe how they made you feel or what they looked like, everything felt too cliche. There was nothing wrong with classic phrases - blue as the ocean, blue like sapphires, the window to the soul - but you wanted something truly you and something uniquely him.

No matter how hard you wracked your brain, the words just wouldn’t come. It wasn’t until you were driven by stress to the corner of your apartment you used as an art studio that the obvious answer hit you.

You had no silver tongue, but with your hands you could spin gold.

Setting aside your current project for a fresh canvas, you began plotting an outline. And after scrolling through endless pictures of Cameron, you used every blue paint you owned, along with greens and whites, mixing and mixing to get the perfect pigment. You got lost in the process, in the layering of shades, in the familiar scents and sounds of your craft. Even when you weren’t working on the piece, your eyes drifted towards it. It hovered in your head every day until it was finished, dipping into your dreams each night in between.

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“Hey darlin’,” Cameron’s smile was bright as you opened the door, but he sounded a little concerned. That was understandable, considering twenty minutes ago you’d called asking him to come over immediately and hung up before he could ask any questions. Despite all your plans to dress up and pour some wine and plan a whole night around giving him the painting, you found you couldn’t help yourself once it was finished. The minute the last layer was dry, your hands hand flown to your phone. 

You laughed and kissed the slight frown off of his lips. “Hey you! Come on in.” His fingers laced with yours as you both stepped into the apartment.

He chuckled, confused but willing, and moved his hands up to your hair, pushing back a stray strand. “You been workin’ on something?” He pulled gently at a clump of paint in your hair.

You nodded, “Something for you.”

“For me? Aw, darlin’ you shouldn’t have.” He grinned and you couldn’t help but join him.

“I couldn’t wait to show you when it was finished. That’s why I called - I’ve been working on it pretty much every time I haven’t been with you or at work.” 

“Seems like I’ve been on your mind as much as you’ve been on mine,” Cameron’s smile turned soft. You found yourself starting to get lost in his gaze, in those blue, blue eyes - no! You had to focus, that was the whole point of this!

“Well, well yeah! It’s um, it’s to say stuff I can’t.” You sputtered a bit on your words but held his gaze, determined to stay on track. “You’re always, um, always saying such nice things, and I, I’m not great with-” Cameron chuckled as you gestured at your mouth, illustrating your lack of, well, words. “You’re good with words, Cam, I’m not. But, I am good with these!”

Cameron’s eyebrows shot up when you wiggled your fingers. It took a few poignant seconds of silence before your entire face turned red, “NOT LIKE THAT, I MEAN-” you pointed at your studio space.

Equally red-faced, Cameron nodded and bit his lip, “Right, painting, right!”

“Anyways,” you sighed. “What I mean is that you’re great at talking - on the mic, to me, to everybody. I’ve been wanting to tell you how you make me feel, how - how beautiful you are to me. But since I’m not great with words, I decided to show you instead.” You reached out and took his hand again, smiling when his fingers intertwined almost automatically with yours. He followed you to the corner where the easel was set up.

“So, this painting is what I see when I look at you, when I look in your eyes,” you turned the easel around to face him and bit your lip, watching his reaction. 

Cameron’s eyes widened, and a small gasp escaped his lips. “That’s me?” He rubbed a hand absentmindedly across his face, surprised. The canvas contained a close up depiction of his eyes, piercing and intense, but while the one on the left looked realistic, the right eye ran into slight surrealism. Waves spilled from the iris, shards of ice peaked through and melded into blue gemstones, specks of light gleamed and glowed.

“That’s how I see you.” Your voice was quiet, matching his. “It’s what I see in your eyes.” 

And for once, Cameron was the speechless one. He huffed out a laugh of disbelief, shock that he could be so treasured, could be seen like this. Just like how you reacted when he complimented you. Unable to thank you with his voice in the moment, he pulled you closer and held you tight.

[rennarita]

Note: Apparently once I started writing, the ideas kept coming. Tagging my moon buddy, @unlikelywrestlingfan.

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Life moved fast.

It was a fact she learned time and time again. Time never stood still. It never stopped. She adapted, moving alongside the rapid quickness that was her life. She kept moving, never stilling for long. She kept busy in her life, work eating more of her time then she imagined. She learned to enjoy moments in quick bursts, rolling with the punches as they came. There was nothing in her life that compelled her to savor, to slow down for and enjoy in all its glory.

Until him.

He stood in the kitchen of her apartment—looking like he belonged there, reminding her of the conversation she wanted to have with him about moving in together—with a knife in his hand, chopping vegetables for the dinner he was making that he promised would blow her away. She sat at the island, glass of wine in her hand as she listened to him recap his afternoon. His dark hair was pulled up in the bun he frequently wore, those blue eyes of his twinkling with humor as he recanted the joke Wes told him while they were working out together.

He was worth slowing down for. Nights like this…they became everything to her. Part of her craved their lazy, slow moments. The times they were together in their little bubble, away from the rest of the world. When it was just her and him. The times when they were able to strip away the expectations and every mask in the world. She got to be herself, enjoying Cameron as himself. Two people who loved spending time with each other.

The quick-paced chaos of their lives was still there, waiting for them. They’d resume their busy schedules, knowing the nights like this were special because they made time for them.

He made time to spend with her. It warmed her heart. It made her feel fuzzy and warm, reminding her she found a good one. No matter how busy her life felt, she ensured to make sure to carve out time for him too. All her moments of stillness and peace belonged to him, best shared with the person she was sharing her life with.

She wanted that. To share her life with him. To spend her life with him. Six months wasn’t long, but it was enough time to tell her that she wanted to keep spending her nights in his arms, wrapped in the bedsheets. She wanted to wake up to his heated kisses, spending lingering moments in bed or extra-long showers while soapy and sudsy with him.

“You never told me where you learned to cook.” She casually started, sipping the wine in her glass. He shot her a smile that made her weak in the knees. The man knew the effect he had on her. Everything about him was magnetic, pulling her in.

He raised his drink to his lips. “Honestly? YouTube.” He admitted with a casual shrug of his shoulders. She giggled at that. “You can pick up a lot online.”

“That’s cute,” she grinned, setting her glass down on the counter. She circled around the island, wrapping an arm around his neck. “Thank you for making dinner for me.”

He shot her a grin, bending down to press his mouth against hers. “There is no where else I’d rather be.” A sentence that made her stomach flutter with butterflies. He pressed his soft lips against hers once more. “It’s still going to be awhile until dinner is ready.”

She nodded once, looking into his blue eyes. “That’s alright,” she spoke with a wide grin on her face. “I’m in no rush,” she spoke, meaning that. The rapid pace that she once lived didn’t exist with him. There was peace here with him, one she treasured. She loved him, loved their little bubbled world that they created. “Besides,” she spoke, pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before letting him go. She leaned against the counter, watching as he turned to resume chopping the vegetables. “There is nowhere else I’d rather be.”

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

a/n: this is a edited version of an old post of mine!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You riding on top of him rocking back and forth on his dick taking every inch of him, you’re in complete euphoria, one hand on his chest for balance while you use the other to circle your clit. You can feel yourself getting close, you keep your pace focusing on cumming. He watches himself disappear inside of you, when your hand catches his eye. He lightly grabs your wrist pulling you out of your daze.

“Let me taste you” he says in a husky voice

You smirk before pulling your hand from your clit and bring your fingers up to his mouth. You lightly brush them against his lips before slipping them into his mouth, he immediately starts sucking on them bobbing his head back and forth, his tongue dances on the pads of your fingertips.

This made you even wetter if that was even possible, he slowly pulls your fingers out of his mouth making sure he didn’t miss anything

“Fuckin perfect.”

[enchantedlov3r]

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~ I Don’t Feel Safe Anymore {Daryl Dixon x Reader} 💔

          Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

     ~ Wake Me Up {Daryl Dixon x Reader} 💔💖

     ~ Never Leave Me Alone {Daryl Dixon x Reader} 💔💖

     ~ How Could I Ever Stop Loving You? {Carl Grimes x Reader} 💖

     ~ When the Ship Goes Down 💖

          Jess McCready - Lupe Garcia

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     ~ Just a Girl at the Bar {Jess McCready x Reader} 💖🔥

          Part One - Part Two

     ~ For Ever and Ever {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖🔥

          Part One - Part Two

     ~ Bruised but Not Broken {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💔💖

     ~ Nightmare {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Coming Home {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Will You Be Mine {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Opposites Attract {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Secret Lovers {Rafe Cameron x Reader} 💖

~ The Concert {Rafe Cameron x Reader} 💖

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     ~ Girlfriend

          Part One 💖- Part Two 🔥

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[itsgrimeytime]

The Nurse (Part Six) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

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Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You’d always wondered where he’d ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.

TWS: Blood, gore, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, angst, angsty!Rick, jealousy, and all things typical of TWD.

[[A/N: I listened to Boyfriend by Dove Cameron to write this, so... I think you can assume how this vibes. You simply have this man WHIPPED, I will not take any further questions. Thanks for reading :)) ]]

Your eyes were hazy, something warm coming across your skin, as you followed the empty hallways. Well, not empty.

Rick was there, Judith carefully held in his arms -every once in a while, he'd lean down to kiss her forehead. The casual affection took you somewhere else for a moment, like watching your grandparents in the kitchen just so natural in each other's spaces -so domestic. When you were younger, reading books about extravagance -big gestures and life-threatening situations, your mind had settled on the balance of fairytales.

Who wished for a lackluster ending? Who wanted to dance in the kitchen too early in the morning, instead of the adventure of a lifetime? It hadn't made sense then.

But watching him now, gentle and bouncing around the room, you'd realized somewhere deep within yourself... maybe you had.

The idea of a home, where the sun seeped through curtains and the smell of breakfast wavered out through the air. Smiles, and playgrounds. Movie nights, and the whispers of promises of forever.

Your brain fogged, and you blinked to try to clear your head. Even just for a solid second, you still found Rick in your eyesight. And maybe he was dusted in dirt, and his hair wasn't washed, but the idea with him made much more sense. You just couldn't chance the thought, not in this world.

"You're drooling."

Clearing your throat, you turned to the intruder -Michonne, her smile small but still enough, "Very funny."

She paused, eyes focused on you for a second -like she could tell you were off. Straightening in her seat, she fully faced you -concern furrowed in her brow, "You okay?"

"Yeah," you echoed, eyes drifting to the pair - imagining the warm glow of a kitchen instead of the cold prison walls, "-just thinking about what I'm missing, you know?"

Michonne turned back to the two, "Yeah, I know."

"Can you imagine your own backyard?" you retorted, in disbelief with a laugh aired in your tone.

"My own house," she hummed, eyes flicking to the ceiling instead, "-I think I'd have a dog."

"Sometimes," you took the edge of your shirt in between your fingers -the material soft to the touch, "-I think about what curtains I would have. Isn't that stupid?"

"No," she answered -simply.

Michonne was direct like that, her answers straightforward and steady; sometimes, you doubted she'd ever really been insecure about an idea. She seemed so confident, you never thought to go against her. You didn't know her past, but it was hard to imagine anything breaking through that resolve.

You pursed your lips, turning back to the two -he was smiling now, the crinkle by his eyes so prominent as he looked down at Judith. It was so unabashedly bright; despite his whole world crumbling, he'd still lit up your corner of the world. And maybe you were a little biased, but you thought it'd be a tragedy if it went dark again.

"You should tell him," Michonne spoke, unflinchingly as if she'd read your mind.

You whispered, a breath across the room -you'd never named it, "Tell him what?"

She placed a hand on your shoulder, a gentle pressure that guided your eyes to meet hers. Her eyes leveled with yours, the look was easy to read despite the schooled expression -she knew, and so did you. You often wondered how many could see it in you, you knew it was obvious -the gazes searching to find his first, the stares lasting just a touch too long, smiling when he did.

"I think you know."

And you did.

You just weren't sure of much, you weren't sure if this world could be... loved. Could anyone in this world love or be loved? Despite what you felt, deep in your heart, you still weren't sure. Was it even possible for it to work? With everything else so harsh and direct, how could you even begin to-

"Plus," Michonne interrupted, a smile biting at her lips, "-you could do worse."

You laughed, leaning your head back to the sky -the thoughts fleeing from your mind like leaves in the wind, "I could."

When you leveled your head, your eyes connected with something new -Rick was looking at you. Bright blue followed the movement of your face, your lips quirked into a smile and you raised a hand to wave. Trying to avoid the warmth that swirled up in your stomach and the very real feeling of 'I told you so' radiating from Michonne just beside you, you pushed forward.

And there it was, the bright smile you'd seen just moments before except this time, it was directed to you. In a spare second, he pulled Judith's little arm up and waved back -gentle movements, but the notion there stayed the same.

Laughter took the place of a response, and you couldn't quite get your brain to form anything else -it was so fuzzy with memories you hadn't made yet, but you wanted to. Eventually.

Your eyes flickered to the sky, it had to be midday at this point -just as it began to cool off in the day. With daylight flickering, you had someplace to be.

"Alright," you hummed pulling yourself into gear, "-I can only handle so much of Rick Grimes a day."

Michonne laughed, "Liar."

You snorted, walking out into the day -eyes searching for a particular person. It had started about a month ago when you and Daryl had formed a bet. He'd said something about your choice of a weapon, and you'd said something about his.

"Bet if we switched, I could kill more walkers than ya."

"You are so on."

So, with some new rules in place, Daryl had sworn on the blue sky that he'd teach you how to use a bow. Wasn't fair if you didn't know how, so it was a necessary step.

Your weapon wasn't as... complex. So, the opposite wasn't really necessary.

You eyes caught him in the field, where he stood across from a... what the hell is that?

There's was a tall branch, sticking up from the ground with burlap sacks and hay sticking out -instead of good seams and crisp corners, however, this was not quite a masterpiece.

You burst into laughter, eyes following the desperately tied rope and hay poking out of corners. It truly looked like a nightmare, but on the area where a "face" might be was detailed of an eyepatch and angry eyebrows.

"Really?" You yelled across the grass, as Daryl spun to you -shrugging as if he hadn't put any time into making... that.

Ranging closer, you extended your hand toward the character, you'd say for now, "I didn't know you were into arts and crafts!"

"Keep laughin'-" Daryl rolled his eyes, not quite responding to you as he loaded up his arrow -tone solid, but you could tell he was light.

Daryl was something you had to get used to, something you had to learn. He was a bit of an icy mystery to any outsiders, but you knew he cared an awful lot more than anyone claimed to.

"Maybe I will," you quipped, "-we ready?"

"Yea," he stood off the ground, brushing dirt off his pants, "-we're losing daylight, gotta start soon anyway."

He was surprisingly attentive, slowly doing each step at your pace -it was an air the man hadn't exposed to you yet. Kind and gentle. He was a great teacher, to your benefit.

Watching as he seemingly without a flinch, landed an arrow into the... target. Right on the eyepatch, and if you took out a ruler probably in the perfect middle. Why did you take this bet again?

Then the weapon was in your hands, the arrow already in, and just awaiting your next move. Trying to remember the steps, Daryl guided your hands to the right position and pulled back your shoulders -there was a proper posture, but you doubted he used it.

That was when a new voice presented itself, just as Daryl adjusted your grip on the bow, tilting the tip down a touch -assumingly something was wrong in your technique.

"What are y'all doing?"

You knew that drawl. He was always an echo in your brain, words bouncing around in your head -he'd stuck with you in so many different ways.

You spun around -eyes finding him with ease, "Hey, cowboy! I could ask you the same question."

Daryl hadn't said anything yet, his mouth in a stubbornly straight line and that was odd for him. Especially when talking to Rick. But then you looked at him, Judith wasn't in his arms anymore.

His flannel was rolled up his arms, and his eyes laid intently on the hand that Daryl had wrapped around your wrist to push down the bow. It was still connected there, passively, like he was waiting to take the weapon out of your hand. You hadn't minded, it was completely like a guiding hand really, nothing else.

Rick pursed his lips, something set in his jaw, "Right."

You furrowed your brow, quickly gesturing the bow to Daryl -which he with ease accepted. He knew something more than you, you could tell in the way that their eyes flicked to each other, heavy and filled with something you couldn't really read. The air stilled and brushed across your skin like a harsh gust of wind.

"Why? Is everything alright?" you asked, concern turning over in your tone. You'd always assumed the worse -especially as one of the sole medical professionals, you knew you shouldn't have gone so far out-

"What? Oh yes," he seemed to blink, facing you again -all the tension in his face seemed to melt and his hand went to rest on your shoulder, "-nothin' to worry about."

You exhaled, shaking the buzzing under your skin out as much as you could, "Okay, good."

He smiled at you, but it wasn't all there. Something was wrong, you knew it, but it apparently wasn't an emergency? Did he need to talk to you? Was he okay?

"I was just teachin' 'em how to use the bow," Daryl echoed, tone solid and seeming to address something you hadn't noticed -talking directly to Rick, "-nothin' else."

You quirked your brow, genuinely confused by the shift in the energy, "What else would we be doing?"

Rick's eyes flickered to you, where you now stood -kind of puzzled and a bit tense in the newfound energy you found yourself in. He sighed, running his other hand through his hair -you knew that was a sign.

"'Course," he hummed, his voice a little less restrained, but still not quite... Rick, "-it's for that bet you two have, right? Sorry for interrupting, just..."

He looked at Daryl -eyes unbreaking, and intense.

"Curious," he finished, eyes connecting to yours for a few seconds longer than you expected -then flicked back to the ground like he'd been embarrassed...? His hand carefully, hesitantly, drifted off your shoulder.

Before you could even open your mouth, the man cleared his throat and turned back around the way he came.

"Daryl-" you began, turning back to the other man. You weren't sure what that was, but you weren't going to just leave it like that.

"Go," he hummed, unbothered, as he carefully plucked a few arrows off the ground, "-I'm not as stupid as you think."

You rolled your eyes, relaying to comment on that later in the back of your head and trailing after Rick. He was actually pretty quick, despite the unfavorable footwear, but you somehow managed to catch up.

"Rick," you spoke, tone direct and stressed out into the meadow air.

He stopped in his place, a bit stunned it seemed, as he stood still. There was definitely something wrong, you could feel it. In a breath, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling it to you behind him. He still hadn't faced you -facing straight ahead with air to him you'd only seen once or twice in your time knowing him.

"Are you alright?"

Rick didn't respond immediately, stance shock still. You watched as his shoulders huffed out breaths, the smallest rise and fall being the only thing you could focus on. His wrist was warm in your hand, and you felt your fingers rubbing gentle circles into the skin there -in an effort to soothe something you didn't know the root cause of.

His eyes flicked back to you, much softer and something more familiar to you -shining in a haze you couldn't identify, but had experienced yourself. (Merely hours before actually.) They flicked to your hand and then your face, almost in realization that you had made that point of contact.

"Shit, sorry," you pulled your hand back, tone a bit rambly, "-I didn't know if you were comfortable with that, I should've ask-"

"No, no," he echoed, pulling your hand back just to match it with his -intertwining your fingers, "-it's fine, better than fine. I am."

"Oh," you swallowed, watching now as he faced you -his own thumb cradling against the back of your hand that sent your brain into a bit of a fog, "-okay."

Rick grinned the kind that crinkled at his eyes then.

"I-" you began, suddenly remembering what you'd run after him for -blinking the fuzz out of your brain, "-you still didn't answer my question, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah-" he enunciated, eyes hanging on your hands for a second, "-I'm good, promise."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Great, even," he responded, thumb dancing against your skin and your brain almost flatlined again.

"Then," you pursed your lips, "-what was that back there?"

"Nothing," he answered back, a little too quickly for your taste, "-just curious."

"Rick-" you started, before locking onto the way he held your hand. It was the same one that Daryl had been holding just a second earlier, and your mind lit up with the flicking of his eyes to the touch, the set of his jaw, some internal dialogue between the two... oh my god.

He seemed to notice the difference in you, his own eyebrows raising in response to your change in demeanor.

"Cowboy," you hummed, daring only to look at your intertwined hands, "-were you jealous?"

Rick stilled in his place, the thumb frozen in its cycle and the breath caught in his throat. You could practically see the thumping of his heart in his chest, watching as the pink flooded up his neck -he totally was.

"Rick," you added, a little in disbelief.

He hummed, seeming to be unable to speak and his eyes lazily focused on your intertwined fingers. You found it kinda cute, actually.

"Rick," you continued, "-look at me."

He sighed, deep in his chest, the curls at the nape of his neck catching the sunlight just right. He looked pretty like this, like a painting. And finally tilted his face to meet yours -fingers squeezing your hand and thumb rubbing against your skin, his eyes were a bit distant then.

You reached your other hand up to the side of his face, trailing your fingertips along his cheekbone -the cut that you'd once been drawn to now under your fingertips, "There you are."

His breath hitched, as you brushed a few stray curls back behind his ears and let your hand rest against his skin for a few seconds longer. You could feel the heat bubble up there, as you focused your attention there -trailing along the now scab and up along the crinkling near his eyes. You smoothed them out with a few timid presses of your skin to his; it seemed so natural, so familiar.

Rick seemed in a trance almost, eyes dipping down to yours without much thought, like a sort of bliss. You wondered how long it had been since he had his face cradled like this, how long he'd missed the gentle brush of fingertips. Even just for a brush of contact, he seemed unable to speak, the air heavier in between the space than you'd known it to be before.

"Trust me when I say," you hummed, eyes straight into his -unflinchingly, "-you have nothing to worry about."

You noted somewhere deep in your head to do little things more, as you leaned back -pulling back your hand to your side but keeping the other one steady in his. Rick still stayed silent, eyes wistfully watching you fall back into your own space; he'd looked a bit conflicted. So calm and breathing peacefully, all the while his heart seemed to beat 100 miles an hour out of his chest.

Definitely cute, you decided.

"With that out of the way," you cleared your throat like you hadn't just crossed millions of boundaries that you'd established with him, "-I think you have some plans to make. You ruined mine, after all. It's only fair."

He laughed, eyes hooked on your hand in his and it was different then, you could feel it in the buzz of the air, "It's only fair."

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I Burn : Part Three

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 4.3k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART TWO | MASTERLIST | PART FOUR

            Community service was a joke. The whole time you were pretty much frustrated. Working under the summer Virginian sun was not how you imagined spending your summer, but you also didn’t anticipate your parents having a mental breakdown & forcing you into an addiction facility. So, there you were, with your knees dirty from planting baby trees, the paint on your nails chipping from all the handiwork, & sweat building under your arms & between your thighs. You were at least relieved you chose to wear a skirt.

            You were taking a break inside the community center, watching the rest in the garden through the ground to ceiling windows. Nurse Carney was all smiles as she worked alongside Albert to lay down soil over the freshly planted flower patches. Siena worked alongside Renee on the far end of the garden. The at-risk youth kids were all high school age. You had been assigned to work with two of them, their names already forgotten. They too quite clearly didn’t want to be there so working with them was quick since hardly anyone said a word. For that you were relieved.

            You didn’t know how much longer was left of the service for today, but the clock on the wall over the door said it was nearly noon. You hoped you all would be back in the van & on your way back to the facility by then.

            Just as you were leaning back in your chair, your neck resting on the back of the chair, you heard the doors to the center open, bringing with it a hot wave of air. You groaned internally.

            Cracking an eye open, you suppressed your rage as Rafe came inside, his eyes set directly on you. You hated how fucking good he looked. He sported only a white tank top which was marked with sweat down the center of his chest & a pair of loose fitting cargo shorts. As he walked towards you, Rafe lifted his shirt to wipe at the sweat & grime on his face, shamelessly revealing the contours of his abdomen & the v-line at his hips. You squeezed your eyes closed & turned away.

            “Don’t be shy.” Rafe huffed out, you could hear the smile in his tone, “Nothing you haven’t seen plenty of before, I bet.”

            You wanted to ignore him, needed to ignore. Fortunately, the last couple hours you had hardly interacted with him, but you couldn’t deny feeling his eyes on you every now & then. You also couldn’t deny how your eyes would stray to him earlier as he was digging up holes for the trees, the muscles in forearms flexing & glistening with sweat under the sun. The image of those forearms wrapped around your body, tightening around you as he—

            NO!

            You stood up as if you had a bucket of ice water poured over you. Rafe watched you with amusement.

            “You good?” No. You were not good.

            “Fine.” You lied. As you made to pass him though, he held out his arm to block you from passing him. The feel of the palm of his hand against your hip was brief but the tingles from it lingered. You bit your lip to keep from breathing heavily. You glanced up at him through your lashes.

            “Where ya going? We still got a few mins for a break.” His voice was low, even but suggestive.

            “I’ve had enough of a break.” You responded, but even you could hear how much of a lie it was.

            Rafe chuckled at that, using the same hand that stopped you to turn you around. Your hip burned where his hand touched. He led the two of you away from the windows towards the backside of the community center. On this side of the building was a small lawn before the vast Virginian forest. Rafe slid open the doors & gently guided you out. You reprimanded your body for following in his lead, for allowing you to go with him without putting up a fight. It’s not like you wanted to be alone with him! At least that’s what you kept telling yourself to keep the images at bay.

            Rafe then closed the door behind the two of you as he led you to a bench near the tree line. You licked your lips, the salty taste of your sweat coating your tongue. You didn’t miss how Rafe watched your mouth. You were growing hotter than ever, more than just because of the summer sun.

            “Here.” Rafe pulled out a cigarette, handing it to you.

            You made a disgusted face, pushing his hand away, “No, thanks.”

            “No?” Rafe smirked as he brought the cigarette to his lips. Your eyes lingered on the stick resting against his pink, plush lower lip. “Not what I expected.”

            He lit the cigarette with a zippo, & you watched with slowed breath as a cloud of smoke billowed from between his lips & out of his nostrils. Fuck. He looked sexy. You blinked fast, looking away.

            “Why?” You asked, needing to focus on anything that wasn’t him.

            Rafe spoke around the cigarette hanging from his lips, “Just seemed the type.”

            “The type of people who smoke that shit are gross. Poor hygiene.” You commented. You had never been drawn or curious about trying a cigarette yourself. You hated the smell. But you’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t drawn to those who did smoke. There was something desirable about the look.

            “And you have good hygiene?”

            You shot him a pointed look, “Of course. I shower twice a day & floss. That’s more than ninety percent of the human population can say.”

             Rafe laughed lightly at that as he looked at you. His blue eyes stood out against his tanned skin. You could easily stare into them, lose yourself in them, look into them as he fucked you into your mattress. You winced, shaking your head to remove the thought from your head.

            “What are you thinking about?”

            He knew. You knew he knew, & he knew that you knew he knew. It was only a question to put on the spot.

            You chuckled humorlessly, “Why won’t you leave me alone? Is this funny to you?”

            Rafe’s eyes drifted to the top you wore before moving back up, “I think you’re hot.”

            The confession surprised you, & left you shuddering all over.

            “And only a little funny.” Rafe added as he leaned forward to look at you more, catching your eyes, “You get bothered easily. I like the look on your face when I tease you.”

            You rolled your eyes. He was like an annoying little brother.

            “Gets me hard.” Okay, absolutely nothing like a little brother.

            You felt your eyes widen, muscles stiffen. Was he hard right now? Would it be obvious if you checked to see?

            But as if he could hear your thoughts, Rafe brought his hand to yours, bringing it over the crotch of his shorts. A gasp left your lips as you felt the hard bulge there. When you meant to yank your arm away, Rafe secured his hold on your wrist, pressing the palm of your hand against his hardened cock.

            “It fucking hurts.”

            God, you knew what he meant. The walls of your pussy were clenching with need, hungry for him to stretch you out & fill you up. Your chest was heaving. Rafe leaned into you, his face near the side of your face as he spoke.

            “Do you imagine me fucking you as much as I do?”

            “Yes.” You breathlessly admitted as you squeezed your thighs together.

            “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” His question made your spine arch. He brushed your hair behind your shoulder, allowing him direct access to your neck. You felt his lips ghosting over the skin there.

            “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

            You bit your lip, words failing you. You did, you needed him to. Right here would be fine. You didn’t care. You wanted him to fuck you against the bench, to feel his hands on your hips as he took your mercilessly.

            You turned your face towards his, your mouths only separated by an inch. You finally opened your eyes, staring into his deep blue ones.

            Then he started laughing. And it wasn’t the sexy kind of laughing. He was laughing at you.

            “God, you’re fucking easy.” Rafe removed your hand from his crotch & stood up.

            You were mortified, confused. He tossed the nearly finished cigarette onto the grass & snuffed it out with the heel of his shoe. Rafe smirked at you as you felt scrutinized under his judgmental gaze.

            “Guess I was wrong.” Rafe said, “You do have a problem.”

            Feeling humiliated enough as it was, you shot forward, sure to shoulder check him as you did & practically ran back inside. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes & you angrily wiped them away.

            You were going to head back to the garden, tell Nurse Carney you weren’t feeling well, but before you could you ran into another person.

            “Sorry.” You muttered, not even glancing at the person. But the sound of your name stopped you.

            “Oh, my god. It is you.” You spun around & were further mortified by the person in front of you. She had been two grades above you in high school, but you were friends with her younger sister Courtney.

            “What are you doing here?” Lucy asked. She had been known as a ‘mean girl’ in your high school, so you immediately knew that if she put two & two together then it’d only be a day before everyone in your hometown knew about your whereabouts.

            “Court said you were abroad for the summer but uh…” She cocked her eyebrows knowingly, “this isn’t Europe.”

            “Hey, Luce.” You returned, swallowing down your discomfort. Your parents had told your friends & family that you would be studying abroad, too ashamed to admit they were putting their daughter up in a loony bin. “What are you doing here?”

            Lucy smirked proudly, “Volunteering for my senior thesis. You?”

            But her question already had her answer as Rafe suddenly appeared, “We were working with the at-risk youth.”

            Lucy jumped slightly at Rafe’s intrusion, but her surprise was quickly diminished when she noted how a cute guy was talking to her.

            “Oh, you guys are from the Arrowhead Center?” Lucy’s eyes flashed to yours, “How interesting.”

            Rafe swung an arm over your shoulders, pressing you into his chest, “We’re addicts.”

            Having had enough, you shoved him away & left the two of them, uncaring of Lucy. It’d only be a matter of time before you heard from your parents. They would certainly blame you for getting caught. Now they’d just have to come up with more lies. Lies you wouldn’t be able to keep up with.

            Back outside, you stormed up to Nurse Carney as she picked out flowers from their plastic pots to put into the ground.

            “I don’t feel good.” You forced out, “Heat.”

            She frowned, “You don’t look good. Well, alright.” She offered a sympathetic smile, reaching into her jean shorts pocket to hand you the keys, “Go sit in the van with A/C. We’re just about finished here.”

            You snatched the keys from her, mumbled a ‘thanks’, then marched towards the parking lot. You were tempted to steal the van, drive away from the embarrassment of today, but knew your parents would only make it worse. You had to be tougher, stronger. And the only way to get there would be to avoid Rafe at all costs the rest of your stay at the facility. The task was challenging, & it’d be the first time you made it your goal to avoid a guy, but if you were anything when it came to something you wanted, you were determined. Today would be the last time Rafe got the best of you.

            The rest of the week passed by in a blur. Even seeing Dr. Mooney again & your daily one-on-one sessions evaded your memory. You felt like your body had completely shut down, your mind with it. The humiliation you had faced last week had completely numbed you. Rafe had tried picking on you some more, but you hadn’t responded to any of his teasing. It was the only time you felt even a little bit good, was knowing that Rafe was getting frustrated that you were no longer taking his baiting. A win was a win, you reminded yourself.

            Now it was Friday. And you were looking forward to holing up in your room. Your burning urges had happened only a few times since the day at the community service, but not enough for you to act on them. Dr. Mooney had been evidently disappointed in the fact that you only had one entry in your journal—not that he was reading it—but he was pleased to hear that you hadn’t masturbated all week. You were too angry to, but you didn’t share that.

            And tomorrow wouldn’t help. Saturday was going to be a family day. Your parents would be coming to see you. You had been at the facility for a little under a month, & once a month the center has a family visitation day. Others in your group were looking forward to seeing their loved ones. Albert wouldn’t shut up about seeing his boyfriend. But you couldn’t join in on their excitement. In fact, you loathed seeing your parents again.

            You hadn’t heard from them since your run-in with Lucy, so you imagined they were saving their reprimand for when they saw you in person tomorrow. Joy.

            Currently, you were lying on your bed in your room with the door cracked. You were staring aimlessly at your ceiling when you saw a figure appear in the crack of your door.

            “Hey.” It was Albert. His usual luscious curly hair was tied into a low bun, “We got trash duty tonight. Did you forget?”

            You groaned outwardly. Albert smiled at that, clearly feeling the same, “If we do it quickly we’ll be done in no time.”

            Chores before bed was typical. You just loathed trash day. It meant everyone got paired up to go around the facility & gather trash to take it out to the dumpsters. A method to teach responsibility. But if you were taking out the trash, you only wished you could stuff Rafe into one of those black bags & deposit him in the filthiest corner of the garbage room.

            You swung your legs off the bed & slipped into a pair of your slippers. Fortunately, you were already dressed for bed. So, as soon as trash duty was done you could head back to your room & go right to bed.

            Following Albert out into the common area, you joined the others & Nurse Carney near the ping-pong table. You ignored the smirk on Rafe’s face when you appeared, choosing to stand on the other side of Albert away from him.

            “Good evening, guys.” Nurse Carney greeted, “You know the drill so no messing about. I expect to see everyone back here in thirty minutes. Siena, Renee, you two will work the east wing with me, and the three of you,” she waved her hand over you, Albert, & Rafe, “will take the west wing. Thirty minutes, let’s go.”

            Everyone slipped on some latex gloves before each grabbing a box of trash bags to reline the garbage’s. Albert led the way out of the youth wing, which was on the east side of the building, & towards the west side. You stayed close to him, feeling Rafe’s eyes burning a hole in the center of your back as he walked behind you.

            Once in the west wing, Albert offered taking the largest—& often grossest room—the indoor gym. Trash duty in the gym meant not only changing out garbage’s but also gathering the towels used the last couple days. But as grateful as you were for him taking on the most dreadful part of the task, it meant you were alone with Rafe.

            It was fine at first. Surprisingly. The two of you went in & out of rooms on either side of the hallway, gathering the filled trash bags & tossing them into a bin on wheels that you rolled down the hallway with you. Rafe said nothing, even though you could sense how badly he wanted to. And you said nothing either, didn’t even bother looking in his general direction. But you knew it was too good to be true to think you could finish trash duty without any bullshit from him.

            When the two of you neared the rooms at the end of the hall, furthest away from any potential lingering eyes, you felt a sudden heat at your back before your body was being pushed into a small & narrow closet.

            It was dark in the closet, save for the crack in the door that allowed a little light to stream in. Rafe gently pushed you up against a wall of shelves, his hips pressed against yours. The burning returned immediately, but you fought hard against the feelings, resolving yourself to not fall into another one of Rafe’s traps.

            “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He seethed. Even in the dark you could make out the heated look in his glare.

            “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned, resisting against him as you attempted to push him off you. “Get off of me.”

            “You sure you want me to let you go?” He questioned. And you knew he intended for it to sound teasing, but even he couldn’t hide the frustration he was feeling thanks to your non-responsive attitude towards his taunts all week.

            “Yes.” You swiped his arms away from you, “You disgust me.”

            When you made to move away from him & out of the closet, he stepped in front of you, effectively cutting you off from your only escape route, “You’re lying. We both know it.”

            “No, Rafe.” You glared at him in the dark, “I’m not. You humiliated me. I’m just a joke to you. There’s nothing desirable about that. Just me alone, okay.”

            The second time you tried to move, Rafe grabbed your harshly, shoving you backwards into the shelving, jostling the items there. You gasped, gaping at him. But what you hated most in that moment was how your skin was erupting with those familiar goosebumps.

            “I won’t leave you alone.” Rafe seethed, “For as long as I’m here I will never leave you alone. And it’s about time you realize that.”

            Before you could argue with him, his mouth descended over yours. You whined into the kiss, both shocked & horrified that he was actually kissing you. Rafe brought a hand to the back of your neck, angling your face so he could have better access as he bit & licked at your lips. Your body was aflame. As much as your mind didn’t want this, your body was desperate for it. It had been too long, much too fucking long since anyone had touched you with want. Even your distaste towards Rafe flew out the window.

            A gasp left you when you felt one of Rafe’s hands slip into the front of your leggings. Rafe stopped kissing you, pulling away just enough to see the look of euphoria on your face as his fingers found your clit.

            “Rafe.” You gripped his wrist that was in your pants, “No.”

            “Yes.” He replied lowly, planting a lazy kiss on your open mouth. You felt your hips arch into his touch, desperate for more. As he circled your bundle of nerves, you felt his index & middle finger slip towards your slick entrance. A whine erupted from you. Your pussy was dripping. Fuck, how long had it even been? His touch was leaving a puddle in your underwear.

            Rafe pushed his fingers into you & began pumping them. You clung to him, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulder as he fingered you. Your moans grew louder, enough to draw attention, so Rafe clapped a hand over your mouth.

            His lips left a wake of wet, searing hot kisses along your collarbone. As he kissed along the contours of your chest, you felt the smile on his face. You shared the same smile behind the palm of his hand. God, it felt good. So good. It’s like he knew how to play your body better than you ever did.

            Suddenly, the closet flooded with light. A disappointed moan left you as Rafe’s touch & body was removed from you.

            You felt dizzy & couldn’t comprehend what exactly was happening as Rafe turned towards the now fully open closet door. In your peripheral, you saw that Albert was staring wide-eyed at the two of you.

            “You fuckin’ mind?” Rafe spit out.

            As you caught your breath, which you would never truly catch until Rafe could finish making you cum, you noticed how Albert gave Rafe a heated, angry glare.

            “Get the fuck out.” Albert demanded, kicking back the bin behind him to make room, “Now.”

            “Fuck you, man. Mind your business.”

   ��        Albert’s nostrils flared & you finally moved, although slowly. Your muscles tense.

            “This is my business.” Albert then reached past Rafe & yanked on your arm, pulling you out from the closet. When Rafe made to grab you, Albert stood between the two of you. He was taller than Rafe & was fearless as he stood up against him, “You leave her the fuck alone, creep. I catch you cornering her again & I will report you.”

            With that, Albert tugged you down the hallway.

            Your mind had cleared at this point, & you glanced over your shoulder to Rafe who now stood at the end of the hallway. He was quite clearly pissed off, his chest heaving.

            “What the fuck, Albert?” You ripped your arm out of his grip as you stomped ahead of him.

            “I should be saying the same thing to you. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

            “You don’t get to interrogate me!” You raised your voice, stopping in the hallway to glare him down, “You’re not my mom, you’re not my doctor, you’re not even a fucking friend. So mind your own fucking business.”

            You continued on ahead, wanting nothing more than to get back to your room & finish what Rafe started but Albert cut you off.

            “You wanna fuck up your treatment, fine.” Albert shook his head, “And since I’m not a friend I guess you won’t mind me telling Nurse Carney what I just caught you & that fucking loser doing.”

            The threat immediately changed your mood & you chased after Albert, “No, wait, I’m sorry, okay?”

            Albert stopped to look at you, unimpressed by your antics.

            “I don’t know what just happened. But it won’t happen again.”

            Albert stared at you for some time before frowning, “Did he force you?”

            “What?” You replied, shocked at the implication, “No. He didn’t. It was… I wanted it. I wanted to.”

            He sighed, glancing back down the hallway but you two had made a curve at this point so Rafe was not in view.

            “We’re all here for the same reason, _____.” He began, “To better ourselves, to overcome our addictions.”

            You pressed your lips together.

            “And you’re right. I’m not your mom or your doctor. But believe it or not, I am a friend. And I wish I had a friend on the outside to keep me in line with my recovery. So, please, just take my advice. Avoid him. At least, for now. I can’t tell you what to do, but it’ll be better for you in the long run if you just give it a chance. Okay?”

            You felt like a child, having to bite your tongue, but with your parents coming tomorrow you couldn’t risk bringing more attention to yourself than your run-in with Lucy already would. So you nodded, feigning belief in Albert’s words.

            “Okay. I’ll stay away from him.”

            It was the middle of the night & you were restless. You had tried finishing what Rafe started but your touch was nothing compared to his. It was tempting to sneak down the hallway to his room, but the cameras in the common area were motion censored. You’d be caught before you even made it to his door. So, all you could do was lie there in horny frustration.

            But maybe a cold shower would help. There was no rule against going to the bathrooms in the middle of the night. Gathering your bathroom kit, you tossed your towel over your shoulder & crept into the hallway. The bathrooms were at the very end of the hallway, & you’d have to pass by Rafe’s door to get there. Though there were cameras, maybe just maybe, he was awake too & would hear you.

            He wouldn’t be able to follow you out, that’d draw too much suspicion & attention, but he’d know you were there, awake & restless because of him. But just as you were passing by his door, you halted in your steps. You strained your ears, wondering if you heard right. Inching just a bit closer to his door, you finally heard it. Breathy moans.

            Your thighs shook with need. Rafe was moaning, grunting, breathing heavily. All the audio you only dreamt about hearing. You licked your lips, your eyes fluttering as you pictured him just on the other side of the door with his cock hard & sprung, fisting it in his hand as he got himself off. If it wasn’t for the cameras, you’d rest against his door & get off with him, without him knowing. You just needed to cum with him.

            And then, like hearing the most beautiful piece of music created just for you, Rafe said one word mixed within the breathiness of his moans.

            It was your name on his lips.

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TWD OC U3U

"I am Eddie Delkins. The Theatre Kid and Carl's awesome boyfriend....NOW EAT THIS SUCKA!" 

Full Name: Edward "Eddie" Delkins

Preferred name: Eddie

Age: 10 (season 1) 12 (season 2-3) 13 (season 4-5) 14 (season 6-8) 15 (season 9)

Date  of Birth: Unknown

Place of Birth: Utah

Gender: Male

Birth gender: Female

Titles: -The Theatre Kid -The Class Clown

Nickname: Eddie (various people) Eds (close friends) Eddie Spaghetti (best friends) Stupid nutbrain (sister)

Sexuality: Panromantic, Demisexual

Weapon: A baseball bat with needles

Personality: Kind Honest Brave Bold Adventurous Funny Loyal Caring Independent Stubborn Impatient Sarcastic  Kind of innocent? Cocky "You hurt them, you die" Tries to make people feel better about the currant situation- 

Hobbies: Playing on piano Solving puzzles Playing with his pet fox Reading Playing on the drums Drawing  Magic tricks

Best Friends: Carl Grimes 

Friends: Judith Grimes Your OC Daryl Dixon  Hershal Greene Beth Greene Mikey Lori Grimes Maggie Rhee  Glenn Rhee e.t.c

Enemies: The bad guys pfff

Family: Cole Moncreo (adopted father), 31, deceased, got beaten by Negan's bat Actor: Pedro Pascal

Elle Delkins (twin sister) alive Actress: Bella Ramsey  Crush: Enid Rhee (soon becomes her girlfriend)

Terrence Delkins (brother) 15, deceased, got shot by Eddie after getting bitten by a walker in season 3 Actor: Tom Holland

Millie (mother) 41, deceased, eaten by walkers -Picture: Unknown-

Jacob (father) 41, deceased, got shot by Rick in season 5 because he was an enemy working for an enemy group, The Fireflies (yes I made it up).

Firestar (pet fox) deceased, suffered from starvation in season 9

Rofee (pet dog), deceased, got stabbed by Elle after getting bitten by a walker in season 9

Cottontail (sister's pet rabbit) alive

"Terry, why doesn't mommy and daddy love me?...."

Actors:

Kid:  Jackson Robert Scott

Teenager: Cameron Boyce   (RIP  our favorite Carlos De Vil  <//3)

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"I'm so glad my awesome boyfriend is okay!"

Love Interest: Carl Grimes

Ship Name: Ceddie Edarl Carlddie

Music in Me- HSM Never Enough- The Greatest Showman A Million Dreams- The Greatest Showman Heather- Conan Gray Teenage Dream- Katy Perry Heat Waves- Glass Animals Rewrite the Stars- The Greatest Show(edit version) Cheerleader- OMI Love is Love- Trey Pearson  A Thousand Years- Christina Perri Bad Romance- Lady Gaga Dandelions- Ruth B.

Love languages: Physical affection Quality touch

Relationship tropes:  sun + moon Energetic x Tired Endgame Right person, wrong time

Relationship Status: Season 1-2: Friends Season 3-4: Crushes Season 5-8: Dating

Relationship Variants: Robin x Finney (TBP) Shinsou x Denki (MHA) Kai x Adam (The Hollow) Amity x Luz (TOH) Kirishima x Bakugou (MHA)

Character variants:  Sammy (JWCC) Hawks (MHA) Izuku (MHA) Squirrelflight (Warriors) Michael Afton (FNAF) Luz (TOH) Rodrick (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) Richie (IT) Boris (The Goldfinch) Hiccup (HTTYD) Jack Frost (ROTG)

Dead or Alive: Dead

Cause of Death: Influenza 

First Appearance:  1x2, Guts  First Line: "For a kid my age, you're kinda short, short-stack"--- to Carl Grimes when they meet Last Appearance:  8x2, The Bridge Last Line: "Meet ya'll on the other side..."---- to Elle and the group before succumbing to the illness

Theme songs: Mary on a Cross- Ghost Ghost- Justin Bieber  Lovely- Billie Ellish Its Been So Long- The Living Tombstone  Waiting on a Miricle- Encanto Requiem- Dear Evan Hanson Walking the Wire- Imagine Dragons Enemy- Imagine Dragons Believer- Imagine Dragons Changes- Hayd Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood  Home- Nick Jonas Family- Mother Mother See you Again- Wiz  Khalifa Poker Face- Lady Gaga Boys don't Cry- The Cure

For the Delkins family: Its been so long- The Living Tombstone Afton Family- KryFuze

"I should be dead...but I'm not...." "Hurt my friends and I will kill you..."

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Backstory: Edward "Eddie" Delkins was born to a "happy" married couple named Millie and Jacob Delkins.  He had two siblings. An older brother named Terrance and a two-year younger sister named Elle. His parents always expected a lot from him but hey, he still loved them. He revealed he was trans when he was 6 but of course his parents didn't like that, but his siblings accepted him and helped him go through treatment. When the outbreak happened, he was in his room, reading until he heard his older brother yelling. When he went to check what was going on, he saw two zombies eating his mom. He   lets out a horrific scream as his brother practically threw him, his sister's bunny Fluffball, the family dog Rofee and his sister into the van and drove off. They soon find Pedro who raises them like his own children. In season 5, the Delkins siblings and their dad were reunited. Elle and Eddie had their suspicions and didn't trust him but Eddie pretended to so he could get the truth from him. Once Eddie and his dad were alone, Eddie's dad told him about his plan to wipe out the survivors and demanded him to join them, even guiltripping him but Eddie refused, causing his dad to go off the edge. He soon went  to the survivors and attacked them with the Fireflies. But the fight stopped when Eddie shot his dad. And the rest is history :D

𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈;

Spicy Food:  Butter Chicken

Sweet: Candy

Book: Warriors

TV show: Stranger Things

Movie: IT

Anime: My Hero Academia

Manga: MHA and Assassination Classroom

Animal: Foxes and Wolves. Can't forget bunnies or dogs

Song: Running up that Hill by Kate Bush

[smokeybrandreviews]

Gum-Gum no Excellence

I finished Netflix's take on One Piece yesterday and, i must say, it was superb. I did not think they'd be able to actually capture that kinetic, endearing, emotional, slapstick energy that the Straw Hat's exude but, to my joyful surprise, they absolutely did. This version of One Piece is every bit as valid as the manga and anime versions. In some regards, I'd say it's even better. Certainly the pacing is far superior. I mean, we spent, like, two episodes in Syrup village which is all you need. I hated that arc because it was so goddamn meh. Not in this adaption. You get in there, you get what you need (Usopp and Going Merry) and you're out. It's actually kind of amazing how adept the writers on this show were able to distill forty-five half hour episodes, into eight hour long entries, without losing the plot is borderline miraculous. There were changes made due to budget concerns and the like but, overall, the alterations were more positive than negative, something that is quite rare in modern Hollywood. I have an issue with the fact that this thing cribs way too much from that Pirates of the Caribbean aesthetic (this show is nowhere near as colorful or explosive as the manga and anime) but that, i think, is just for normie yankee appeal. I doubt the masses would except the technicolor camp of the original vision but who am i to day? What i can say is that the cast is pitch-perfect.

Months ago, when the cast was first announced, i wrote an entire essay about how perfect it was. If you're curious, it's titled "Bon Voyage". Search that up and give it a read. In short, i thought the cast was perfect. There was a lot of frustration about "forced diversity" and perceived "wokeness" but that wasn't the case at all. The characters actually skewed to how Oda, himself, saw them. Luffy was Brazilian, Zorro was Japanese, Sanji as French, Nami was Swedish (i think), and Usopp was Black. That sh*t is chock full of proper diversity and, surprise-surprise, the cast reflected that. Hell, Oda even praised Inaki Godoy for his portrayal of Luffy, even though he's Mexican, not Brazilian. To be perfectly honest, i think that cast, the chemistry of the main characters, is the strength of this show. Godoy's Luffy is a standout, capturing that naive yet powerful energy Luffy exudes. Dude is the engine which makes this show go but his energetic presence doesn't overshadow the rest of his crew at all. Emily Rudd's Nami is every bit the sardonic straight man i expected her to be and Mackenyu's take on Zorro is every bit the bad ass i imagined the Pirate Hunter could be in live action. The lone weak link, i think, is Jacob Gibson's Usopp but that's mostly because Usopp is useless in these first few arcs. Kid gets much more bad ass as the narrative progresses. Hopefully, we'll get to see a bit of Sogeking before Netflix inevitably axes this show because, if we're being honest, that Alabasta arc is about to cost a ton of f*cking money, and Netflix is notorious about not cashing out. I'm curious if this thing makes it past the three season death date because, seriously, even the supporting cast kills. Morgan Davies' Koby, Aidan Scott's Helmeppo, and Vincent Regan's Garp are perfect contrasts as the stalwart Marine contingent in pursuit of the free-wheeling Straw Hat pirates.

The villains, too, were pretty solid. I thought Arlong was kind of rushed but both Buggy and Mihawk were perfect. Their portrayal gives me hope that cats like Crocodile and the CP9 can be executed in live action rather faithfully. I don't know what the future holds for this adaption but i adore what we've gotten so far. and so do general audiences. Outside of the weird slather of grime the US perspective pushed on this technicolor wonderland of camp, Netflix seems to have cracked how to adapt anime. Well, if I'm being honest, that was more James Cameron and Robert Rodriguez with Alita: Battle Angel but One Piece is the next step in that growth. In terms of Comic adaptions, I'd say Alita is akin to Blade and One Piece is this genres X-Men. Cats can look at this show and see the ground work laid. They can crib that formula, tweak it as necessary, and really understand how to translate the very Japanese feel of anime toward the more mundane and formulaic notions of the American palate. I love what I've seen in these first eight episode and look forward to what comes next. I want Skypiea. I want Lougetown and Dragon. More than anything, i want Alabasta because i NEED Nico Robin. She's my favorite character of the entire series and it would be an absolute shame if we didn't get such an integral part of the Straw Hats. Hell, even Tony Tony Chopper needs to at least make a cameo. Netflix's One Piece was excellent. On it's own, as a show, it was fun, whimsical, entertainment. As an anime adaption, it's one of the best I've ever seen, up there with Alita and Speed Racer. All eight episodes are out right now. Go binge them right now. Support this fantastic show because we need more of this and less of sh*t like Bebop and Death Note. Even though i kind of like Netflix's Death Note.

[smokeybrand]

Gum-Gum no Excellence

I finished Netflix's take on One Piece yesterday and, i must say, it was superb. I did not think they'd be able to actually capture that kinetic, endearing, emotional, slapstick energy that the Straw Hat's exude but, to my joyful surprise, they absolutely did. This version of One Piece is every bit as valid as the manga and anime versions. In some regards, I'd say it's even better. Certainly the pacing is far superior. I mean, we spent, like, two episodes in Syrup village which is all you need. I hated that arc because it was so goddamn meh. Not in this adaption. You get in there, you get what you need (Usopp and Going Merry) and you're out. It's actually kind of amazing how adept the writers on this show were able to distill forty-five half hour episodes, into eight hour long entries, without losing the plot is borderline miraculous. There were changes made due to budget concerns and the like but, overall, the alterations were more positive than negative, something that is quite rare in modern Hollywood. I have an issue with the fact that this thing cribs way too much from that Pirates of the Caribbean aesthetic (this show is nowhere near as colorful or explosive as the manga and anime) but that, i think, is just for normie yankee appeal. I doubt the masses would except the technicolor camp of the original vision but who am i to day? What i can say is that the cast is pitch-perfect.

Months ago, when the cast was first announced, i wrote an entire essay about how perfect it was. If you're curious, it's titled "Bon Voyage". Search that up and give it a read. In short, i thought the cast was perfect. There was a lot of frustration about "forced diversity" and perceived "wokeness" but that wasn't the case at all. The characters actually skewed to how Oda, himself, saw them. Luffy was Brazilian, Zorro was Japanese, Sanji as French, Nami was Swedish (i think), and Usopp was Black. That sh*t is chock full of proper diversity and, surprise-surprise, the cast reflected that. Hell, Oda even praised Inaki Godoy for his portrayal of Luffy, even though he's Mexican, not Brazilian. To be perfectly honest, i think that cast, the chemistry of the main characters, is the strength of this show. Godoy's Luffy is a standout, capturing that naive yet powerful energy Luffy exudes. Dude is the engine which makes this show go but his energetic presence doesn't overshadow the rest of his crew at all. Emily Rudd's Nami is every bit the sardonic straight man i expected her to be and Mackenyu's take on Zorro is every bit the bad ass i imagined the Pirate Hunter could be in live action. The lone weak link, i think, is Jacob Gibson's Usopp but that's mostly because Usopp is useless in these first few arcs. Kid gets much more bad ass as the narrative progresses. Hopefully, we'll get to see a bit of Sogeking before Netflix inevitably axes this show because, if we're being honest, that Alabasta arc is about to cost a ton of f*cking money, and Netflix is notorious about not cashing out. I'm curious if this thing makes it past the three season death date because, seriously, even the supporting cast kills. Morgan Davies' Koby, Aidan Scott's Helmeppo, and Vincent Regan's Garp are perfect contrasts as the stalwart Marine contingent in pursuit of the free-wheeling Straw Hat pirates.

The villains, too, were pretty solid. I thought Arlong was kind of rushed but both Buggy and Mihawk were perfect. Their portrayal gives me hope that cats like Crocodile and the CP9 can be executed in live action rather faithfully. I don't know what the future holds for this adaption but i adore what we've gotten so far. and so do general audiences. Outside of the weird slather of grime the US perspective pushed on this technicolor wonderland of camp, Netflix seems to have cracked how to adapt anime. Well, if I'm being honest, that was more James Cameron and Robert Rodriguez with Alita: Battle Angel but One Piece is the next step in that growth. In terms of Comic adaptions, I'd say Alita is akin to Blade and One Piece is this genres X-Men. Cats can look at this show and see the ground work laid. They can crib that formula, tweak it as necessary, and really understand how to translate the very Japanese feel of anime toward the more mundane and formulaic notions of the American palate. I love what I've seen in these first eight episode and look forward to what comes next. I want Skypiea. I want Lougetown and Dragon. More than anything, i want Alabasta because i NEED Nico Robin. She's my favorite character of the entire series and it would be an absolute shame if we didn't get such an integral part of the Straw Hats. Hell, even Tony Tony Chopper needs to at least make a cameo. Netflix's One Piece was excellent. On it's own, as a show, it was fun, whimsical, entertainment. As an anime adaption, it's one of the best I've ever seen, up there with Alita and Speed Racer. All eight episodes are out right now. Go binge them right now. Support this fantastic show because we need more of this and less of sh*t like Bebop and Death Note. Even though i kind of like Netflix's Death Note.

[poguesarerogues]

Remorse

Pairing: Rafe Cameron X genderless reader

Word Count: 1,192

Warnings: none

Genre: angst

Synopsis: Rafe regrets keeping you captive, but he loves you so much. As he sees your health deteriorate, he wonders what he can do. Can he show his remorse for bringing you down without losing you?

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The dimness of those dead-like eyes, what felt like the loss of the shimmer of life that would dance across the light that once boundlessly filled every speck of your iris’, the skin that had once been warm and glistened in the sun like earth-born gold or the gleaming dust of Mars now so cold to the touch and lustreless, the voice that had once carried the sound of music, hope, passion and gentleness with each note that would spill from your mouth now devoid of the beauty that had once resided within… These things, these things and so much more were hardly the beginning of the list of what Rafe Cameron misses about you. If he were to write every aspect of your being that had once enticed him and entranced him, chained him to you and drove him wild that was now lost to the winds of time, there’d be an entire stack of books piled against each corner of TannyHill that contained the lists. Gratefulness leaped within him that you still had sense enough to do the bare minimum to keep yourself alive, however, the dreariness of your unstimulated movements and the desolate tone of your now monotonous voice were enough to nearly leave an otherwise uncommon feeling of mind-numbing remorse within him. Dread spreads through his body with each passing day over the thought that someday soon you’d be wasted-away and he’d be left with nothing. Not even all of the gold from the Royal merchant, not even all of the other unclaimed treasures lost at sea, not even an inheritance from his father that’d give him everything in the Cameron family name could suffice or compare to the fear that he has of losing you.

Rafe is well aware of the cause for your current state of being. He knows that you have become this way because of his insensitivity to your desire for freedom. He knows that you have become this nearly exanimate being consisting of mere flesh and bone and hollowed eyes and dead-like limbs due to his greed and desire to have you by his side. He had never thought about how his actions would affect you to this state of being. He had never intended to clip your wings and cage you into the point that you’d rather desire death. He never intended to drive you to the point of existential despair. He just wanted you, he still wants you, he always will.

To help him cope with this ever-growing compunction, Rafe makes a part of his daily protocol stem around showing you his penitence towards what he has done. It’s so unusual for him to feel regret like this, especially to the extent that he does with you. TO make up for it he does everything possible that he imagines will get a reaction from you, one other than an insensated shrug of your shoulders or a toneless huff. To relieve you of your melancholia, Rafe gifts to you every desire that you had pleaded to be granted when he had first claimed you for himself and brought you to your current place of desolate residence…. Well nearly everything. Rafe is incapable of cutting your chains loose and letting you run back to your home and life in the Outer Banks. He is incapable of letting you spread your wings and fly like the beautiful bird that he once associated you to be alike to. He is incapable and averse to letting you run back to the grime and filth that walks in human form- disguised as people that you had come to classify as your friends and family. That is the one thing, and one thing only, that Rafe repudiates although he has become aware that this will only lead to the continuation of your downfall.

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Today the kook prince has high hopes that he’ll bring some sign of life back into you. Rafe has spent months making preparations and finishing final touches to this master scheme that he prays will resurrect the liveliness that you have lost and restore it to you indefinitely. As he watches you slowly dress yourself in the clothes that he has laid out for you Rafe’s giddiness nearly burst out of its restraints. He can hardly repress the overbearing feeling as he laces his fingers between yours after taking your hand in his. “You’ll love this babe, I promise” is all that he says as he leads you down the stairs, through a plethora of hallways, through the back of the mansion and towards the door that leads to the backyard. He pauses as he lays his free hand around the handle of the door to look down at you emaciated figure, the sight hurts him- a sharp pang pulses through his heart- but it dissipates as he imagines the reaction you’ll have to the surprise that awaits you just on the other side of this door.

With trembling fingers, he twists the knob of the door and pulls in towards him, opening the back door ever so slowly… each creak of the rusty hinges causing the rapid beating of his heart to increase.

Upon opening the door, Rafe leads you past the deck of the house, down its stairs and onto the grassy yard. With his free hand he gently clasps your chin and raises your head up to enable you to see the gift that he can’t wait any longer to present to you.

Upon raising your head high enough to see his gift to you, Rafe watches intently for any sign of emotion or motion from you. At first it seems as though it has been another failed attempt as your eyes remain dim and devoid but, faster than the blink of an eye he sees it, a sign, a sign of emotion other than despair and gloom, he sees the slight rise of your dropped eyelids and the small part of your lips from each other as you take in the sight before you.

 “you….. What?”

“it’s a Granny Pod or a tiny house, whatever you’d like to refer to it as.”     

  “A what?”      

 “A Granny pod, at least that’s what most people officially call them….. It’s a small house, just for you, here in the backyard. You’ll be free to roam in it as you please and you have free range of the backyard and of TannyHill as well.”

He pays specially attention to every slight raise of your eyelids and nearly chokes up when he sees tear brim in your eyes. He watches every small motion of your jaw slowly dropping and spares no chance at forgetting the sight of light slowly returning to your dull eyes. When he sees you run to the house and hears you break down within, he knows he has done it.

He has won!

The y/n that he grew to love and be infatuated with has returned. You are no longer an empty vessel devoid of life and emotion. You are now yourself again. His apologies haven’t gone to waste. His hard work hasn’t been for nothing.

Rafe has won, you’ve come home.

[rennarita]

Note: There is almost nothing on Tumblr for Cameron Grimes, so here is this. Written on a whim, and posted for my moon buddy, @unlikelywrestlingfan

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He ran his hand over his beard, glancing around the bedroom. Her soft, sleeping form laid next to him, a peaceful expression on her face. She stunned him, blowing him away from the first time he saw her. Under his skin, Cameron knew he had to get to know her. Now…Now everything was different. Better. He was happy—happier than he ever dreamed possible. He thought the ring was where he found his happiness. He spent so many years shaping his career, chasing after the dream he had. It was a dream come true, something he’d never deny. She taught him how to dream differently, how to chase after a second dream. He had both wrestling and something more in his life.

  He had love. Someone he loved and he knew loved him in return. He found peace in that fact. He found a buzz of happiness that settled low in his stomach, lighting him up from the inside out. Maybe he didn’t have a map of the future in is back pocket, but he wanted this. He wanted her.

  He had plans. He already envisioned a life with her. Honestly, he had started to see a future with her from the start. It was the second date when he realized that he wanted to spend his life with her, soaking up as many moments as he could. The ring that sat in the bottle of his bedside drawer was hidden away, waiting for the right moment.

  Though, knowing him, he was as likely to blurt out the question without any preparation or plans. The grand idea he had of telling her he loved her or asking her to move in with him had ended with a rush of emotional words that spilled out of him.  The bright smile of hers that greeted him each time had stilled the nerves that bubbled inside him, reminding him that everything was going to be okay.

  He reached over, brushing hair away from her face. He grinned to himself as he watched her for another moment. He fluffed his pillow, pulling the blanket up to his chest as he laid down beside her. He leaned over, softly brushing his lips against her temple. “Love you,” he mumbled into their room.

  A sleepy hum buzzed from her. “Love you too,” she muttered as he smiled into the darkness as he pulled her in, sleep starting to claim him as she rested her head against his chest.

[natti-ice]

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