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bugsmunched · 10 months

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💔And I'm so sorry that I failed you || Peter parker X DEAD ! GN! Reader

Summary: Peter visits Y/N's gravesite and tells them everything that they've missed since they've been gone.

Contents: dead reader, mentions of death, Peter couldn't save reader, hurt/no comfort, angst

Word Count: 1.1 k

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It was a perfectly gloomy day, clouds looming over New York City, the occasional drizzle falling down onto the people of the bustling city. Peter sighed, head pressed against the glass of the car window, flowers clutched in his hands resting in his lap. They were Y/n's favorite flowers, and he took them every time he visited them. Most of his visits were short, as he couldn't bring himself to stay there for more than a few minutes at a time, but today was different. Today was the one-year anniversary of their death, and Peter thought that deserved to know everything that they had missed since being gone.

He blamed himself for their death. It had been during the fight with Harry Osborn, they had fallen off the clock tower and he tried to save them, but they were falling too fast and their spine and neck snapped as they were caught by the web. There was no way he could've saved them, but he always blamed himself for their death. The truth was, he was in love with them, but he never got the chance to say it, they died before he was brave enough to say three simple words. He hated himself for being such a coward.

He was broken out of his thoughts as May placed a hand on his shoulder, "We're here, sweetheart. Remember, we'll stay as long as you need to, okay?" she said softly, rubbing his shoulder as he sat up straight, hands shaking a little bit. "Want me to stay in here so you can talk to them in private?"

"Please." Peter said softly, looking at his aunt with a broken smile. He opened the car door and stepped out, the cold air hitting his face. He started to walk over to their grave, hands shaking more as he felt his heart rate accelerate. He could feel tears forming already in his eyes, just at the idea of seeing their grave. He had never made it more than three minutes without bursting into tears, and today every single emotion of his was heightened.

He finally arrived at their grave and sighed, leaning down and placing the flowers on their tombstone. "Hey, Y/n, how've you been?" he asked, a broken smile forming on his face. "I know, it's been a few weeks since we've seen each other, I've been busy, doing Spider-Man stuff...saving the city. " His words were shaky and his breathing was uneven. " I've also been avoiding you, I know, how cruel of me. " he said with a broken laugh.

"It just hurts to not hear your voice anymore, to not be able to see your smile or hold you in my arms. I've managed to last a whole year so far, but god, it's been so hard." He said as tears fell free, streaming down his face. "Look at me, I'm already crying like a baby." he attempted to joke, wiping his tears away with his sleeve. "Must be record timing. Haven't even been here a minute." He said softly, sniffling and trying to stifle his sobs.

"Anyway, I know i don't normally stay here that long, but since it's been a year, I thought you should know everything that you've missed since you...passed. " he muttered, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a list.

"May is going to nursing school again, she's passing all of her classes. I'm so proud of her for pursuing her dreams. She's close to graduating." He said, a tear falling down onto the paper and smudging some of the words.

"Gwen got into Oxford, she's been doing really good there. She's gonna come and visit you sometime soon, a special trip just to see you. Isn't that great?" He asked, wiping his tears and snot from his face once again.

"I still haven't picked out a college yet- I know, how stupid of me. I have so much potential and I shouldn't waste it. it's just hard to think about leaving you behind. " He choked out, the paper in his hands quivering because his hands were shaking so badly.

"That deli you really liked- it has a sandwich named after you, it's your favorite sandwich to order from that place. Mr. Wayne told me to tell you that he misses your smile, and your tips. " He said with a broken laugh. "He thought you'd laugh at that. "

" I tried getting a tattoo in your honor, found out that my skin heals too fast to get one. It was gone in a few days, unfortunately. So I just wear a necklace with your picture instead. It's cheesy, you'd hate it. " He smiled softly, biting back more sobs. He folded the paper back up, stuffing it into his pocket as the trickle of tears turned into a downpour, sobs escaping his mouth.

"I miss you. Every day I miss you. Every day I look in the mirror and ask, 'why couldn't I save them?' Every day I regret telling you that I'm Spider-Man. Every single damn day I regret becoming Spider-Man. The mask is a painful reminder that no matter how many people I save, I can never make up for who I lost. But I can't stop saving people. It's just not in my nature." He muttered out, falling down to his knees in front of the grave.

" But I would give it all away, just to be able to see you one last time, to be able to hold you in my arms and feel you against me, one last time. To be able to crack a joke and hear you laugh and see you smile one last time. To be able to hear your voice, one last time. I would give up everything I have to be able to see you again. To be able to say a proper good-bye. " he sobbed out, just letting it all out.

"I don't deserve to wear the mask. I'm just a coward hiding under the guise of someone strong. Hiding beneath the powers, but they don't make me brave. I couldn't even tell you three simple words. I couldn't tell you how I felt about you. " He closed his eyes tightly, feeling small drops of rain begin to fall from the sky onto his hands and face.

"Every day I'm plagued by words I couldn't say. But I think it's finally time I say them. Y/n L/n, I love you. I always have, and I'm so sorry that I failed you."

#tasm peter x reader #dead reader #angst #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #andrew garfield #spiderman

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madhatterbri · 10 months

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Blue Christmas | Hangman A.P. Part 2

Summary: Adam explains what's going on.

Author's Note: I was going to make this a multi part and wreck everyone but I decided to not be a grinch. 😂

Part 1 here

"You don't have to wait until I'm asleep. You can go now," you whispered trying to blink back tears. Your parents still chatting away and laughing in the other room. A pang of jealousy at them for enjoying their time.

"Honey, it's not like that. I just want to go over to see my kid and," he tried to explain. You cut him off almost laughing at his excuse.

"And I need to be asleep for that?" You chuckled dryly. You placed your hands on your face and wiped the stray tears that had fallen away. "I believed you. I believed you when you told me she was still in love with you but it seems like the feeling is still very much mutual,"

"This is just a huge misunderstanding. Let's just talk when your parents leave," he tried to assure you. His eyes seemed so hopeless. This was not the way he wanted Christmas Eve to end. He subconsciously felt the box in his pocket. He had to make this right.

"Honey, is everything all right?" Your father called out. You mentally kicked yourself for having ignored them all this time. They lived so far away and you didn't get to see them much.

"Yes, sweetheart, tell Adam to tell that boss of his that it's Christmas Eve," your mother chimed in. You smiled while trying to get your emotions in order. Your parents couldn't know anything happening between the two of you. Hell you didn't know what was happening. The hurt was still so new and raw and painfully real.

"We are coming. I just had to force him off the phone with his boss," you called back. The walk back to the dining room was pure agony. His eyes bore into the back of your head. Your parents beamed as they saw the two of you.

"We were going to get going, honey. You know your father can't drive in the dark and we aren't familiar with the area," your mother sighed and eyed your father as if to challenge her. He rolled his eyes yet knew not to argue.

"Don't worry I completely understand. I'm glad I could see you guys now. How much longer are you in town for?"

"Until the 30th. We wanted to make sure we could soak in as much time with the three of you while we can," your mother hugged and kissed you. "Be sure to call me tomorrow, darling. I bought toys for the baby,"

Your parents made their way to the front door. Your father looked confused as he eyed you and Adam suspiciously. He looked down at your hand and back at you.

"What about the ring?" Your dad asked after he tapped your mother on the shoulder.

"Yes, darling, we can check the app to see our ring camera to see if anyone has visited bsck home," your mother side eyed him. Sometimes she wondered how she could marry someone so clueless. "Lets get you in bed, sweetheart. We've had a long trip so far,"

"No, I mean-" the door closed before you could hear the rest. The weight of the world fell back on your shoulders. You locked the door and placed your forehead against the wood.

"Honey, listen,"

"Adam, I need you to tell me everything before I go to the hotel with my parents and you never hear from me again," you threatened. The tough facade immediately melted at the realization that you couldn't just cut him out of your life like that. "You lied to me. You told me you would always be open with me," your voice broke.

"I know. I lied and I'm sorry but it's not in the way that you think. I said Tony was calling because I didn't want your parents to think less of me. They only met me a handful of times. I didn't want to exactly announce that my ex was calling me over Christmas Eve dinner," he explained. You felt a little better but the other words lingered in the air.

When she's asleep

"Why do I have to be asleep for you to visit her?" You asked. You heard him suck in the air as if all oxygen would leave the room. He was hiding something from you. You moved from the door and looked at him. He ran his hands over his head.

"I was saying whatever she wanted to hear so she let's me see my son on the holidays she has him. Its not exactly easy not seeing your son on Christmas," he admitted. His eyes lowered to not look at you. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you more. "She's not exactly a fan of yours,"

"Wh- what did I do wrong?" You asked baffled. This entire time you were trying to promote a healthy coparenting relationship between them. "What did I do or say?"

"He called you mom when I went to pick him up one day. You were out hiking with friends so you weren't there. He looked in the car and kept asking for mom. She heard all of it,"

"But that's not my fault. We've been telling him to call me Y/N," you defended yourself. Whenever he called you mom you told him you were Y/N. Now you felt guilty. You couldn't imagine the pain she felt from hearing her son calling another woman mom. Could you have possibly done more?

"I think that was the moment she realized that you and I were serious," he explained. "She still had this fantasy where you and I would break up and she and I would get back together,"

"Is that what you want?" You breathed. The words hurting more out loud than they did on the inside. "Do you want the two of you to get back together?"

"No. Maybe before I met you but I'm happy here with you,"

"But telling her that you'll go to her when I'm asleep is giving her false hope, Adam. She is going to think that you two have a chance again. How do I know this won't continue to happen?"

He fetched the box in his pocket. You stared at it in shock. He slowly opened the box to show you the ring. A silver ring with three stones on top appeared before you.

"I asked your dad months ago for permission. I wanted it to be a little more special but I need you to know that you are my past, present and future," he spoke and dropped down to one knee. The ring displayed proudly in his hands. Your mouth hung open in surprise. "Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Yes," you answered. He stood up and placed the ring on your finger. You smiled at the ring as it shined in the light.

"I love you, Adam,"

"And I love you, Y/N, Merry Christmas,"

#fanfiction #imagine #aew #angst #love #hangman adam page #adam page x you #adam page x reader #adam page

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ladylooch · 1 year

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oooh for blurb night (and if you've blurbed something like this already feel free to ignore!!) does lexi ever get subjected to any nastiness on social media or even in person? some of these fans take it a little too far, as we've all seen 😬

!!!!!!!!!! We have not talked about this yet. We talked about this with Emma. But we all know Lexi gets it and it’s bad. Nico does his best to protect her, but there is only so much he can do.

Lexi is unusually quiet tonight. At first, Nico didn’t think anything of it. She has been struggling since she quit her job, feeling like a “useless sack of potatoes” (her words) while flipping through various comedy shows trying to get a laugh. The truth is, she’s still grieving the loss of her special patient, and it’s going to take a long time until she moves through the process.

But this quiet tonight also comes with a distance that doesn’t sit well with Nico. He thinks of that as he wipes his hands off on the kitchen towel after finishing washing the knives from dinner. Then, he moves around the island to stand by her head in the living room.

“I’m gonna watch some film, unless you want to catch another episode of Gilmore Girls?” Nico asks, tugging her pony tail where it flops over the arm of the couch. She shakes her head no without looking at him. Nico sighs, coming around to squat in front of her. He examines her face, pursing his lips in sadness at how hollow her gaze looks. “Baby, I’m worried about you. What’s up?”

“Why are you with me?” Nico blinks back at her in surprise. He did not expect that question.

“What?”

“Why are you with me?”

“There are a million reasons. But if I had to sum it up in a sentence or two, it’s because you’re the best person I know and I can’t live without you.”

“You could do so much better.” She whispers as tears fill her eyes. Nico lowers his eyebrows in confusion. This is not like her.

“Lex, what is going on?” Nico scoots her over until her back presses into the large cushions fully. She begins to sob, hiding her face as Nico curls her into his chest.

“People are being so mean to me on social media. And I can take it, Neeks. I can take so much if it means that I get to have you forever, but they’re going to a whole new level that I just… don’t.. know how to deal with.” She begins to sob harder.

“Baby, I am going to fix this. Tell me what happened. I’ll take care of it.”

“How? Are you going to shut down the internet for me?”

“I fucking will if I have to, yeah.” This gets her to smile through her tears. Damn does he love her. He would go find every serve in the world and rip the cords out himself if it meant she wouldn’t cry like this because people were mean to her. Because of him. They attack her because he loves her. How unfair is that?

“Someone DMed me on Instagram asking if I knew how unworthy of you I was….” She sighs afterwards, tugging at the drawstring of his sweatshirt. “Like how do you get out of bed with so much ugly audacity?” She repeats.

“But you know that isn’t true.” He strokes her wet cheek, then tilts her chin back so she looks into his eyes again.

“Yeah… I mean, for the most part. But, sometimes…. I’m just not sure.”

“Oh Lex.” He breathes out a heavy breath, feeling his heart break. “Am I doing something wrong that makes you feel like that?”

“No! God, no, Nico you are… perfect. But, they get into my head… and I’ve been in such a bad place.”

“I wanna fix this for you. Wanna soothe every crack and hurt in your heart, baby.” He kisses her lips desperately as he says it.

“You can’t.” She eases the burden for him.

“What can I do?” Lexi contemplates, slowly blinking, really contemplating what she needs from her boyfriend right now.

“Maybe you could take over my social media accounts and change the passwords, so I can’t login right now? I shouldn’t be on anything. Not until I heal. I can’t seem to hold myself accountable to that commitment.”

“Done. What else?”

“Hold me. All night… until we are tired lumps, melded together with no ending.” Nico chuckles.

“Okay. Here or in bed?”

“Bed.” It’s a heavenly sigh that tells Nico he’s getting lucky tonight.

After Lexi falls asleep, Nico maneuvers his arms around her and pulls her phone up. He makes a list of all the people sending her awful messages and blocks them, then he logs into his account and blocks them on his as well, across all social medical platforms until all that is left is praise, love, and appreciation for his beautiful girl.

Nobody makes his girl feel like not enough. Nobody.

And if this continues, this Devil is going to unleash hell.

#what my world spins around au #n. hischier blurb #NHL blurb #hockey writing

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quodekash · 1 year

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im making dangerous romance my entire personality so im sorry to all my non-bl mutuals for the spamming of your dash every Friday night/saturday morning but its gotta happen

this is how I pose for photos

A KISS???

PLS LET IT BE A KISS

EEEEEEEEEEEEE

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR AGESSSSSS

but also kang's gonna cry in this scene. we've seen it in the end credits, sailom wearing kang's jersey and hugging kang and grinning while kang is full on sobbing and I still can't guess why kang would be sobbing while sailom's grinning and comforting him

thats adorable

I literally love them so much

OH HONEYYY

HE'S TEARING UP

I GET IT NOW

IT'S OKAY KANG HONEY, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO CRY

I actually really love this

like a lot

generally crying is associated with sad things and characters in shows, particularly if they're men, usually only portray crying as sad, but its actually perfectly normal to cry for literally any emotion at all, and its so refreshing to see him tearing up so much that he needs to wipe it away with his hand, but not because something bad happened, because he's so proud of himself and of how far hes come and it just makes him cry, nothing more complicated than that.

you see, im pretty sure my emotions are stored in my eyes, and I think I generally feel overwhelming amounts of emotions more often than the average person, so at least once a day, those emotions come spilling out because there's just too much of it to keep in my eyes at once

im honestly genuinely surprised I still have tears left

wait how are tears made

where do they come from

how do they not run out

google is not answering my question properly and im too tired and stupid to process whole-ass articles and research thingies so can Someone Who Knows Things please get back to me on this? like how do our eyes just keep producing tears over and over again without running out of stock

so. he couldnt find his watch. he found out one of his employees stole it. he fired that employee. he's now grumpy because he has to water plants himself now. another employee offered to do the plant watering for him. in exchange, he's giving the employee the very same watch.

do you see what im tryna say here? and what everyone else also probably noticed? it just doesnt make sense

the math aint mathin

is it... leverage against saifah?

because he told him to water the plants every day from now on

idk man im too tired for this to figure out what's going on

he's ridiculous, I love him

like I said at the start of the episode sailom, you're boyfriends now, there's no WAY he's letting you keep your personal space

AAA

HJSHDJHDJGH

oh. so it's... not them running away? it's just them heading to a training camp?

wait but in that shot in the intro they dont have much with them. surely thats not them going to a training camp, that's gotta be them running away????

...

here it comes. here comes the angst. a lot later in the episode than I was expecting, but it's here nonetheless and im not happy about it

go shove a cactus up your ass you bastard

OHOHOHOH I THINK THEY ARE ABOUT TO RUN AWAY

BECAUSE WHAT KANGSAILOM ARE CURRENTLY WEARING IS WHAT THEYRE WEARING IN THAT SHOT IN THE INTRO

AND THEY JUST RODE THE BIKE TO SCHOOL

AND THEY JUST TALKED ABOUT GOING TO KORAT

SO I THINK THEY'RE LITERALLY RIGHT ABOUT TO LEAVE AND HAUL THEIR ASSES OUT OF THERE

like right at the end of the episode probably

perth tanapon sukumpantanasan is a wonder

PARALLELS TO EPISODE 1 WHERE KANG WAS TELLING SAILOM TO PROSTATE HIMSELF ON HIS KNEES

ASSHOLE

BASTARD

PRICK

BULLY

BITCH

THERE ARE NOT WORDS ENOUGH TO EXPRESS THE NAMES I WANT TO CALL HIM

IM AGGRESSIVELY FLIPPING OFF MY SCREEN RIGHT NOW HE'S TERRIBLE AND DISGUSTING AND HORRIBLE AND I KNEW HE WAS BAD AND I KNEW HE WOULD BE THIS BAD BUT HOLY FRICK THIS IS DISGUSTING I can't wait for this man to be shot

excellent closing words

turn your back and walk away from this mess (and come back to a crime scene where your father has been shot and your boyfriend's brother is being arrested in front of the house but we'll get to that when it comes to it)

I get what he's feeling and what he means but kang, you still have your friends, you still have your boyfriend, your grandma, you're not completely alone

thank you sailom for pointing out to him that he's not alone, you're doing me a huge favour (especially considering im a viewer through a screen and not someone who can actually interact with kang so anything I say is kind of pointless)

hugs :(

OKAY SO THE THING IS RIGHT

this is really sad and horrible and all that stuff

but, but but but but, he's cried three times in one episode. and one of those times wasn't crying from sadness. that doesnt happen often and I think we should acknowledge that

I love kang for being an emotional mess, he's like me frfr

side note: all of sailom's hugs look so comfortable

YESSSSS THEYRE FINALLY GONNA KISS NEXT EPISODE

and like I know they've technically already kissed twice but I mean they're finally gonna kiss good if that makes sense

the first time was revenge, and im sorry kang but the second time was just bad. that was a bad kiss.

WHICH, BY THE WAY, IS FINE

its okay to have a bad first kiss

in fact, there should be MORE bad first kisses in relationships in fictional media

also: loved the gay motorbike commercial in the post-credits scene thingy

ANYWAY this episode was amazing and it was so fluffy and I loved it all so so so much and I'll definitely be rewatching it every day over the next week to keep the brainworms under control, like im slapping flex seal over a crack in my soul repeatedly every day until the next episode comes out

goodnight folks, its nearly 3am, have a wonderful evening/day/morning/whatever, and keep calm and sailom

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kangsailom #kanghansailom #sailomkang #sailomkanghan #perthchimon #chimonperth #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit

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ssahotstuff · 2 years

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Aaron Hotchner x reader (virgin/innocent reader)

Part 4

Part 3 can be found here

Warnings: fingering, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, angst with Haley, cursing, some alcohol use, angst in general kinda

Word Count: 5.4k

The day Jack went home, Aaron called Haley beforehand to tell her they needed to talk. You were down the hall with Jack, cleaning up his room with him, helping him organize everything the way it had been prior. You often helped him get ready to go back home, he usually asked you to.

"The next time I come to your house, can we make donuts? I saw a video on YouTube and it looks really easy," Jack often helped you in the kitchen—the two of you were always baking treats for Aaron to take on cases, and to enjoy with the two of you when he came home. Haley's newfound attitude had put a damper on the time you'd usually be spending with him—but hopefully Aaron could convince Haley that you weren't so bad after all.

"As long as your mom is okay with it," you didn't want to crush his spirits, but you were planning from this moment forward to run everything by Haley so you didn't step on any toes.

"I'll ask her when I get home! I have to get your picture too!"

A moment later, Aaron was coming down the hall to collect the two of you so you could leave. Aaron's hand found yours, so instead of getting in the car as he put Jack in his seat, you stood behind him as he worked. Once he had Jack's door closed, he turned to you.

"When we get to Haley's, let me do the talking, that way she gets mad at me, not you."

You nodded, sighing heavily. You didn't want Aaron to be the target of her fury either, and that also meant you were completely unable to defend yourself against anything she might have to say to you in return.

Aaron hated how much this was hurting you. Haley was already unhappy on the phone, and it would only get worse when the two of you arrived to talk. Aaron knew Haley well enough to know she wouldn't make this easy for him, or you, but he had to try.

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45 minutes later, you were seated on Haley's patio in a chair next to Aaron. Haley was sitting across from you while Jack stayed inside with Haley's sister Jessica, who seemed much more pleasant by far. She'd greeted you with a warm smile, and even shot Haley a sideways glance when Haley refused to acknowledge you.

"There's nothing in our divorce agreement that says he's allowed to stay with your girlfriend," she spat, getting straight to the point. You did as Aaron asked and sat quietly, your hands folded neatly in your lap.

"There's also not a single word about him coming home if I have a case," he countered, knowing that was an arrangement she'd decided out of nowhere just to try and get back at him.

"Does she even know anything about taking care of a kid, Aaron? He's on a schedule, I can't have some random stranger you're sleeping with this month—"

Aaron cut her off quickly, his voice calm yet stern.

"That's really rich coming from you—how many random strangers did he see when you were sleeping around during our marriage, Haley?"

You brain was fixated on what she had said—had there been many women before you? Secrets he was keeping because he was embarrassed? He'd only ever told you about Haley, but they'd been apart for two and a half years when you met—that gave him plenty of time to do whatever he wanted.

"You honestly think that little of me, Aaron? Jack never saw a thing on my end," she defended, turning on the tears—Aaron's posture immediately changed when she started to cry; he softened visibly, moving his hands to the table, almost as if he wanted to reach out and comfort her.

"I—I shouldn't have said that, Haley. I'm sorry. I just don't understand why you're changing your mind now. We've been together nearly a year. She's a part of Jack's life," Haley sniffled, wiping her eyes before she said anything else. You felt as powerless as ever, watching her play Aaron like a fiddle.

"You don't even live together—he bounces around enough between my place and yours. He doesn't need another place to get used to."

Haley was finding any excuse in the world to keep Jack away from you. Aaron felt like he was running out of options—there wasn't a clear solution, not one that Haley would agree to anyway.

"She's not going anywhere, Haley. I'm not letting you take this away from me," Aaron was exasperated, feeling like he was being pulled around on a string, still controlled by Haley long after their relationship had ended.

"I'm not budging on this, Aaron. Unless you want to fight me in court, Jack comes home when you get a case. End of discussion."

She stood from the table and opened the door leading inside, signifying that the conversation was over and that the two of you needed to leave. Jack came rushing from his room, running right up to you and Aaron. He gave you both a big hug before turning his attention to you.

"I can't find your picture anywhere. Mommy, have you seen it?"

Haley gave Jack a sympathetic smile before looking to you, shooting you an icy glare before she replied.

"I'm so sorry, Jack! I must've thrown it away," you could hear the venom seething from her words, your heart nearly torn in two at how vindictive Aaron's ex wife could truly be.

Once you were in Aaron's car, you expected him to say something—anything that might make you feel a tiny bit better about the situation. You were stone cold silent, staring out the passenger window as he navigated you back to his house. He had both hands on the wheel, his eyes set straight ahead on the road.

The silence didn't end until his phone rang. He answered it quickly, and you assumed it was work on the other end, about to pull him away from you before you could even talk.

"I'll be there in an hour. You can start without me, I'll get up to speed on the jet," he said, glancing over at you quickly. He knew the timing wasn't ideal, but he couldn't help when his job took him away from you. He hung up the phone and cleared his throat, his hand coming across the console to rest on your thigh.

"I don't think it'll always be like this. She just needs time to get used to you is all," he said, trying to sound as optimistic as he could given the circumstances. In your eyes, Aaron was still trying to defend her—you couldn't imagine having an ex that had done you as dirty as she did—and you especially couldn't fathom defending them over Aaron. You knew there was a major difference—there was a child involved. But you were perfectly capable of taking care of him. Aaron hadn't bothered mentioning that, though.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

You didn't bother looking away from the window. Aaron knew you were upset; you had every right to be. He knew if the roles were reversed, he'd be livid. For the first time in your relationship, he was worried—afraid of how this might make things exponentially harder on you in the future. If Haley didn't come around, it would certainly make your life much more difficult than it needed to be. He was afraid you'd grow tired of the fights and drama and leave him alone—and that was the last thing that he wanted.

When you got back to Aaron's house, he led you inside while he gathered his things to get ready to leave. You sat on the bed and watched him buzz around the room quietly, stewing in your own frustrations about the situation. Aaron let you be; he didn't want to make things worse. He leaned down to kiss you, tilting your chin upward with his fingertips.

"I love you. I'll call you tonight, okay?"

You nodded, smiling back at him—you knew there was so much more that needed to be said, but instead, you told him you loved him too and let him walk out the door. You swallowed that feeling of dread that came from all of your unanswered questions and tried to compose yourself as much as possible. You should've known Haley would outcast you, and you wouldn't dare put Aaron in a position where he had to defy the mother of his child. It would only end bad for everyone involved.

You decided then that Haley would have to try a hell of a lot harder to push you away. Aaron and Jack were your life, your future, and just because she'd let it slip away before didn't mean you were going to make the same mistake.

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When the week began, you tried to put all of your energy into work so you wouldn't have time to think about anything else. At the end of the day on Wednesday, your boss had called you into his office, which had you worried the entire walk from your floor to his. Mr. Jennings wasn't exactly a kind person—in fact, he was terrifying. He wasn't a man of many words, so the fact that he wanted to talk to you had your palms sweating profusely as you knocked on the door to his office. He called for you to come in, so you opened the door and shot him a dazzling smile, hoping it would soften the blow.

"Hi, sir. You wanted to see me?"

He gave you a once-over, taking you in fully, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. He nodded towards the empty chair nearest to you so you sat, crossing your legs and clasping your hands together.

"You've been on fire this week."

You were taken aback that he'd noticed, given his usual lack of recognition to the majority of the people on your team. This was a rare occurrence to your knowledge, so you were slightly baffled.

"Just trying to make the most of my time, sir."

He gave you a tight lipped smile, nodding to the paperwork on his desk.

"More than that. You've exceeded every expectation we have. That's an impressive feat."

You weren't sure what to say, so you just nodded, smoothing out your skirt nervously.

"Thank you sir," you said finally, and he cleared his throat, holding up what looked like a contract—which really confused you.

"I'm offering you a partnership. The flexibility will allow you to work from home if you want, just keep showing me the kind of initiative I've been seeing the last couple of weeks. You'll get a sign on bonus and an official title change; a raise and a car from the fleet, too."

This was the last thing you had expected. You knew you'd been working harder to avoid the current problems at hand, but you didn't know it would lead to such a monumental moment in your career.

"Wow—sir, thank you. I don't even know what to say."

He handed you a pen so you could make it official, shaking your hand firmly as he stood to his feet.

"You can clean out your desk and take the rest of the day off, start fresh at home tomorrow. You deserve it. See Angie at the front desk to get the keys to your new ride," he beamed happily back at you as you gathered your copy of the new contract and headed back to your desk for the last time. You couldn't wait until Aaron was home—there was cause for celebration, and you couldn't have been happier.

✨✨✨

Aaron was running on two days of no sleep when he finally reached his hotel room, exhausted to tears. He collapsed on the bed after kicking off his shoes, immediately checking his phone to see if it was too late to call you. He had to factor in the time zone difference, but it was still kind of early for you, so he hit send, waiting to hear your voice fill the other line.

"Hey, baby. Miss me yet?"

Your lighthearted demeanor was exactly what Aaron needed right now. The case was taking a toll on everyone—the ones involving children usually did. He was praying for a break, desperate to make it back home to you without falling apart beforehand.

"More than you could ever imagine. It's been rough," the last thing he wanted to do was tell you about the case; he couldn't really, and you didn't deserve the nightmares that it would surely cause you.

"I'm so sorry baby. I know it isn't easy. What can I do to make it better for you?" Your voice was soft and as sweet as candy, already easing part of his worries just by answering the phone when he called.

"I just need you, to hear your voice. How was work today?"

Aaron was thrilled to hear about your promotion, the fact that you could work from anywhere really opened a lot of doors for you. You weren't tied down to the office, which meant you could stay with him more and just work from the comfort of his office if you wanted to. You were so excited to tell him, it only made him wish he would've been there when you got off work to hear the news firsthand.

"We'll celebrate when I get back. The ladies have been wanting to see you; we could go out, if you wanted," Aaron typically didn't frequent the team's nights out at clubs, but for you, he was willing to make plenty of exceptions.

"You hate going out," you reminded him, but what he liked didn't matter as long as you were happy in the long run.

You talked until Aaron couldn't hold his eyes open any longer. He knew there was a lot left to be said about the situation Haley had put the two of you in, but for now, all that mattered was that you'd be waiting for him when he got back.

✨✨✨

The next time you saw Haley was without Aaron. He was still out of town, but you'd decided to take your work to the local coffee shop. You hadn't expected to see her, considering this wasn't her part of town, but you decided to say something anyway, just to be polite. You managed to catch her attention as she was waiting for her order, walking up to her with your head held high.

"Haley! How funny running into you here," she nodded back at you, looking around before she spoke.

"I'm surprised you're talking to me without Aaron here to defend you," she quipped, but you weren't taking her bait, not by a long shot.

"Defend me from what, you? I choose not to speak—unlike you, I don't want an argument," it was the last thing in the world that you wanted honestly, but she refused to let things be simple.

"There isn't anything to argue about. You are just a placeholder—something to keep Aaron occupied until he comes back home. You think you'll take my place, be his wife one day? Think again—he may love you, but he will never give you his last name."

She said it as if it were a stone cold fact—that it had already been decided. You didn't let this break you; you kept a brave face and blinked back the frustration so you could have the last word.

"Believe me when I say that the second we decide to get married, you'll be the first one with an invitation, Haley. Wouldn't want you to miss out on Aaron marrying the love of his life," you gave her the brightest smile you could muster before walking back to your table and continuing your work. She was playing a dangerous game, trying to come between you and Aaron—one that she wouldn't win, no matter how hard she tried.

✨✨✨

"So, have you met Haley yet?"

Emily was the first to ask after they practically pulled you to the bar to do shots. Aaron had given you a happy nod and told you to go have fun, sitting in a booth with Spencer and Derek. You were sandwiched between Emily and JJ, and Penelope was to your far left, listening in when she could. The topic of Haley piqued everyone's interest, so you had their full attention.

"Oh yes. She hates me, to put it mildly," you told them, and Emily snickered in response.

"I'll bet she does. You're pretty, funny, and young! I'm sure she despises you," Emily said, passing you a shot before taking one for herself.

"You can't let a woman like Haley bring you down. She didn't want Hotch, but she didn't want to see him happy with someone else. It was so toxic," JJ explained. You wondered how Aaron had lasted so long in something so obviously deteriorating; did he see the signs and ignore them? Would he do the same in your relationship? You'd never know, but you'd always wonder.

"Sounds like it," you agreed, hoping the conversation shifted to something lighter—you didn't want to spend your night of celebration talking about the one person in the world who couldn't stand you.

From across the bar, Aaron could see your discomfort. He was immediately rethinking the entire night judging from the look on your face alone. He didn't want to interrupt if you were busy, so he sent you a text asking if you wanted to meet him outside for some air instead. He went in the direction of the front door, deciding he'd wait for you at the side of the building where it was less crowded.

You didn't bother replying—you told the girls you needed some air and they let you go without argument. You had just rounded the corner when you saw him, leaned up against the brick wall of the building. Even in the lamplight he looked delicious; you were convinced he'd worn the olive green polo just to tease you all night. His arms were practically bulging through the tiny sleeves; you'd caught more than one woman staring at him tonight.

Your fingers felt his belt loops as you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest. You could still hear the music pouring from the speakers inside, but you could feel the drumming of his heart, beating wildly in his chest.

"Talk to me; you don't look happy," Aaron could tell your mood had been off for days, but he hadn't said anything. This was the first time he'd seen you in five days, so he hadn't really had the chance. He'd known something was up though, just from your voice on the phone.

"I'm fine, really. I just have a headache is all," you told him, but he wasn't buying it—not tonight.

"Don't tell me that. Something's going on with you, and I can see it. Is this about Haley? Is that what you want to do tonight?" He knew how accusatory it sounded, but he couldn't take it back now. Your hands fell from his sides and you backed away, taking a step forward back towards the door.

"No, it isn't. I'm not doing this, Aaron."

You sighed heavily before making your way back inside. Aaron stayed behind for a few moments, giving you enough time to find the girls before he came back inside. He decided then that he'd keep his distance for the rest of the night—he'd already made you upset when the night was supposed to be centered around you.

Derek gave Aaron a curious look when Aaron joined him at the table. Aaron sipped his drink and prayed no one said anything, but Derek wasn't letting him off that easily.

"Trouble in paradise?"

Aaron shook his head, not wanting to air out their business, but at the same time, he did want an outside perspective on things.

"I don't know. Haley doesn't like her—I'm in a tricky position trying to make them both happy—trying to keep things civil," he finished off the rest of his drink and decided he was done for the night so he could drive the two of you home.

"Woah—why in the world do you care about making Haley happy? Haley isn't your friend, Hotch. She's your ex wife. You have a custody agreement signed by a judge—she can't keep Jack from you. Pleasing my ex wife would be the last thing on my mind if I had a woman like you've got," Derek said, glancing towards the bar where you sat, looking like there was a personal rain cloud above your head, pouring on what was supposed to be a good night.

"It's not about pleasing Haley—it's about Jack's parents getting along to some degree."

Derek shook his head, leaning in closer.

"You pick Jack up, and drop him off. There is no getting along. What do you have to talk about? You're not friends, Hotch! The longer you ride the fence, the higher your chances are of only having Haley to turn to in the end," he said flatly, standing up to go to the bar. He left Aaron alone to think about what he'd said; as much as he hated to admit it, Derek was right.

You were seated between Emily and JJ when Aaron came up behind you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Want to get a milkshake before we head home?"

Aaron was trying to salvage what was left of your night, hoping you wouldn't turn away from him again. You gave him a nod and said your goodbyes, taking his hand as he led you to the front door. As soon as you'd made your exit he was turning to you, taking both of your hands in his.

"I'm sorry. I've been handling this all wrong, this situation with Haley. I've been trying to put your feelings and hers in the same category and that isn't fair. I don't care what Haley thinks; I only want you to be happy," he told you, his eyes full of remorse. He hated that you spent so much of your night mad at him over what he'd said.

"It's okay, Aaron. I don't ever expect you to be on my side when it comes to Haley. You two have a lot more history than we do; I get it, really," even though you understood, it didn't make it hurt any less. Haley thought that their past trumped his current feelings.

"I'm always on your side! I know it doesn't seem like it, but I am," he defended, raising his voice loud enough to draw the attention of a group of young guys passing by. One of them quickly asked if you were okay and you nodded, removing your hands from Aaron's grasp so you could wipe the tears from your eyes.

"So I'm just supposed to sit around and listen to her talk about me like I'm not in the room for the rest of my life? And what's even worse is that you don't open your mouth to defend me, not even the slightest."

You turned around and walked in the direction of the car with Aaron on your heels. He unlocked the car so you could climb in, waiting to start the vehicle until you'd finished your conversation.

"I know that I let her get away with saying some inexcusable things. That's on me. What I'm telling you now is that I won't ever do it again. I'm aware that I've made mistakes—please let me fix them."

He opened the glovebox and found you a pack of tissues, moving the middle console so he could come closer. He dabbed at the mascara running down your face gently, trying not to irritate your skin. Your breathing was shaky and shallow as you tried to calm down, finally turning to look at him for the first time since you'd gotten in the vehicle. The minute your eyes caught his gaze, his face softened, his hand coming to cup your face as you leaned into his touch.

"She made me feel so stupid, Aaron. It's all I've thought about since it happened," Aaron took you in his arms, kissing you on the top of the head as you finally gave in and let him comfort you. He'd been gone so long it felt silly to fight it any longer; now that the air had been cleared, you finally felt like you'd be able to rest. You'd spent the week stressing about Haley and the interaction you'd had with her; wondering how you were going to confront Aaron and finish your conversation. Between that and your new job title, your week had been a big ball of nerves. You were finally getting the chance to calm down a little.

"I love you so much. I'm so sorry she made you feel that way; I'll never let her get away with it again baby. I thought I was keeping the peace, but I was just making a mess," he explained, letting go of you long enough to try to get a look at your features in the darkness of the car. He hated to see you upset, especially because of something that he'd done.

"I love you. I know you had good intentions, Aaron. I also know we're both new to this. We're gonna figure it out together, okay?"

Aaron was thankful for your patience; he'd never expected to love anyone else, so he was clueless as to what he was supposed to do when it came to Haley. Clearly he hadn't been making the right choices up to this point; he'd have to change or risk losing you, and that wasn't happening.

"Together. Now let's get you that milkshake."

✨✨✨

Later that night you were tucked into bed next to him, his shirt draped over your body, his hand on your bare thigh as the tv droned on in the background. You stopped paying attention to it when his hand began to move upward, his eyes still trained on the television. Before you knew it, he was parting your thighs, scooting down on the bed so he could lay between your legs. It started innocently enough; his head on your thighs as he tried and failed to focus on the movie he'd picked out. Soon enough, he gave up, rolling over on his stomach so he could kiss the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. After a rocky start to your night, Aaron was going to make sure the remainder of the evening was spent making you happy.

"I love you—so fucking much," he breathed, his mouth hovering directly above your center, nothing but a tiny piece of fabric in the way.

"I love you, Aaron. Always," you promised him as his hands crept upward to pull your panties down. Aaron took a deep breath as he spread you open, eyes darting between you and your dripping core. He ran a teasing finger through your slick before settling on your clit, rubbing small, precise circles over your bundle of nerves. He always knew exactly how to touch you, driving you mad as soon as his hands were on your body.

"Yes baby," you panted, so Aaron sped up a little, his lips curling into a grin as you shook, your legs wiggling with a mind of their own. Aaron yanked his shirt over his head and disappeared between your thighs, sucking your clit between his lips, causing your back to arch immediately. Aaron's tongue was relentless against you, the orgasms becoming more powerful as time passed by. Aaron loved seeing you like this, your eyes glassy, lips pouty and swollen as you stared down at him.

Aaron would never get tired of pleasuring you—it was something that he quite literally ached to do. His mind ran rampant with thoughts of how he could fuck you, new things he could try with his tongue to keep you satisfied. He wasn't typically the kind of man to try new things, but late at night when he was away from you, he'd browse the internet for things that he'd never expected to enjoy, making a mental list of things he could introduce to you.

Aaron's mouth worked tirelessly against you, and soon enough he was coating his finger in your arousal so he could slip it into you, curling it perfectly against your sweet spot. You saw stars as his finger pumped into you and his tongue swirled around your clit, your hands falling to his hair out of reflex. He whimpered as you tugged lightly at his hair, so you peered down to make sure what you'd done was okay. You hadn't expected him to be looking back at you, his cheeks tinted red, his lips glistening in the lamp light.

"Do that again," he hissed, so you pulled a little bit harder and he nodded, licking his lips before he reattached them to your core. He was always so content between your legs; you could only lay back and enjoy him in all of his perfection, baffled that you had such an attentive, loving man.

Aaron had lost count of how many times you'd came on his tongue; he wasn't sure any amount would ever be enough to satisfy his hunger for you. He'd been busy so long that when he glanced to his left, he noticed the sky changing from a dusky purple to a kaleidoscope of pinks and oranges. He chuckled lowly as he came up on his knees, nodding to the window so you could see too.

"I want to be inside of you as the sun comes up," he whispered, taking his time pressing into you. He was always so patient with you, giving you plenty of time to adjust to his massive member—you'd never get used to the way he felt when he first slid into you. His hand found yours as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips as his hips began to move. You were finally to the point that there wasn't a single moment of being uncomfortable anymore—it was all pleasure now. You were amazed how he could always make you feel like you were on top of the world; it was a feeling you never expected to go away.

"You're perfect, baby. You make me feel complete," he told you before his lips connected with yours, possessive but so tender—it made your heart swell ten sizes.

"I hope you stay forever," you said through clenched teeth as you found your high, Aaron's lips pressing kisses along your neck and jaw as he fucked you through your orgasm. You could tell by the way his pace had quickened slightly that he was close, seconds away from his own release. You held his face in your hands, making sure he was looking right at you.

"Fill me up, Aaron, please," you begged, and Aaron came with a shudder as soon as the words left your mouth. Your sensual words were music to his ears, and he hoped the more time you spent being intimate together, the more open you'd be. You were still getting the hang of things now, trying to figure out what you liked, what felt good. Aaron was glad that it was him to be able to help you through it all.

The sun crept over the horizon just as he slid out of you and got you cleaned up. For a moment he just stood and watched until you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, kissing the middle of his back.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You said, admiring the colors of the morning sky, something you usually missed because you were asleep.

"It is. I'm glad I got to see it with you," he turned to kiss you, letting you wrap up in the covers before he came to join you. He knew he'd be exhausted later, that the two of you would have a hard time sleeping now that the sun was out, but he didn't regret a minute of it, not when you were by his side for it.

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vay99 · 1 year

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Chifuyu x reader

Wounds

Anime/Manga: Tokyo revengers

"And another strike!" you cheer, score far ahead of Chifuyu who's currently sulking over the reults. "Awww don't be upset, you'll win eventually. One time you will win. Someday."

"Thanks for the motivational speech." he grumbles as you two make your way out off the bowling center.

"Any time." you laugh, wrapping your arms around his. "What's next?"

"We can go to my place and play some video games." he suggests, scratching his neck with his free arm.

Before you could answer a group of men gets in your way, surrounding you.

"Hey you! We've heard that you're from Toman. What's a looser like you doing here with such a bad chick?" one guy laughs making you wanna punsh his brain out.

"Yeah why don't you get fucked while we have some fun with her." another laughs and if Chifuyu wasn't mad already he'd be boiling now. But...

"Hey babe, why don't you ditch your boyfriend for me?" one guy steps closer to you being in the perfect range for you to kick his ribs into pieces.

"I may not be a captain in Toman but I'm the one who taught them how to beat loosers like you are up." you smile as you use an uppercut to break another's chin.

*20 minutes of fighting later*

16 guys knocked out on the ground has you smiling with satisfaction. Meanwhile Chifuyu knocks out his last opponent before sitting down on the street.

"Chifuyu are you alright?" you kneel down next to him.

"Yeah no worries, I just took a punsh in the face." he laughs it off as his nose starts bleeding.

"No worries my ass, come with me we'll treat your wounds." you take his hand in yours as you walk to your house which is close by.

"It's not that bad."

"Your face is not a punishing bag, it's not made to resist strong impacts. Yet you always get your face beaten in all colors of the rainbow." you point out as you make him sit down in the kitchen.

"I like the rainbow." he puffs his cheeks.

"Use make up not fists to decorate your face with it the next time." you ruffle his hair.

"Do you have lipsticks in all 6 colors? If yes you could cover my face with lipstick stains then."

"Wow they must've hit your head pretty bad." you fight back a smile, Chifuyu loves to tease-flirt from time to time but becomes shy right away.

"They did but still."

"I'll get my make up set when we're done then."

Whenever you two hang out your friends would comment how you look like a couple or more than just friends. They'd call Chifuyu your boyfriend all the time. All the flirting doesn't help you two when you say that you're friends. You're unsure if it's just playful teasing or if he's for real so you two just keep going in circles.

Cleaning the scratches and his bloody nose you loose yourself in your thoughts.

/Now I wanna punsh these douchebags even more, his nose looks pretty bad. I can't take this, he's strong but if something happens to him I could never-/

"Hey, why are you crying?" Chifuyu asks, wiping the tear that escaped your glassy eyes.

"Oh I just got emotional for a second, hate seeing my friends getting beaten up." you explain, rubbing your eyes.

"I used to get beaten up even more before you thought me some tricks. Now I just take some hits and knock them all out." Chifuyu poses with his arms which makes you giggle.

"Sure you do, I'll show you some more tomorrow."

Silence surrounds you again as you put the plaster on his face.

"That guy called me your boyfriend... why didn't you correct him?" he breaks the silence again, avoiding your eyes.

"I liked the sound of it." you answer honestly, shrugging your shoulders.

"Ouch ouch ouch that stings." he whines as you use medical alcohol to clean his wound on the lip.

"The more you whine the longer it'll take." you keep the tissue on his lip.

"I can't feel my lip anymore." Chifuyu complains, tugging on his lower lip Inc you remove the tissue.

"Let me test that." you wipe your thumb over his lip a finger under his chin.

"How-oh. Sure." he looks at your lips and then into your eyes.

"You felt that?"

"No." Chifuyu gulps, one hand holding onto the shirt your wearing. "Maybe something else might help".

"Anything particular in mind?" you step right in front of the chair, leaning down slightly.

"The lipstick idea sounded nice. But for now please do it without the lipstick."

"You could've just asked me to kiss it better." you whisper, pressing a kiss on his swollen cheek and then on his nose. While his cheeks explode in a red blush you switch to his lips, softly moving against his.

"No feeling yet, do it again, please." Chifuyu says not even a second after you remove your lips. "I don't feel pain when your lips are on mine." he flirts, leaving kisses from your neck until your collarbone.

"Oh my bad boy huh~" you chuckle squishing his cheeks as you softly press another kiss on his lips.

"Always~ And I'll omg is that a cake." he notices the chocolate cake on the cupboard.

"Aaand bad boy is crossed out of my list of nicknames." you sigh as you hand him something to cool his lip with. "You'll get some later, use that cool pack first your lip is swollen."

"But I'm hungry now."

"Well if you wanna whine instead of cuddling up on my couch and get you face covered with kisses then it'll be that way." you leave him as his brain processes what you just said and immedi ately runs after you.

"I want kisses more than cake!"

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cherishedproperty · 1 year

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It's not always pretty.

I stand there with my hands clasped behind my back while he brings down implements and gets everything laid out. I feel nervous. Apprehensive. It’s been a long time since we've done impact, and I’m not sure how I’m going to react. Everything has been so off with me lately. Even so, I asked for this scene. I'm not sure if I want it, but I think we need it. And he agrees.

He starts with my breasts, which is always a hard thing for me. Normally it takes a lot to make me cry during impact. But within the first few strikes, I can feel tears at the corners of my eyes. I squeeze my eyes closed to try to keep them in. But before long, both tears and snot are flowing freely.

He says what he often says during these “reconnection” moments, where it’s been a while and we are both feeling a bit outside our roles.

“You don’t make choices, do you?”

I shake my head no.

“Is that how you want it to be?”

He keeps hitting my breasts with the flogger. My left nipple is on fire from too many strikes to the same spot. He repeats his question.

“Is that how you want it to be?”

I can’t answer. I don’t know what the answer is. Because I know that this —my submission to his control—is a cornerstone of our relationship. And I know that, in general, I do want it to be that way. But right now, I don’t. It’s not even that I want to be in control. I just want to collapse in a pile on the floor. I want to disappear completely. I want everything to stop and for there to be nothingness.

But I don’t know how to say that, because I don’t even know what that is. Besides, I know that I am just fucked up right now. When I think about the big picture, I know who I am and who he is, and I know that I do want this. So eventually, I nod. Because nothing else really makes sense.

I cry the whole time. He positions me over the wedge so he can hit my ass, and a river of snot flows from my nose while I sob. I never safeword. It’s been ages since we’ve done impact. I know he needs it. And I can take it.

And somewhere deep down, I think maybe I deserve the pain. I’ve been a terrible submissive. I haven’t been fulfilling his needs. Maybe this is what I deserve for straying so far from my place. For not being the needy, horny submissive that he signed up to be with. So I just keep taking it, until he decides he’s done.

It feels like a shorter session than usual, and much less physically intense. When he finishes, he comes around to sit beside me. He wipes my nose (and the pool of snot under it). He strokes my hair and my back. He asks how I’m doing. I shrug. I don’t know what to say. I’m not upset. I just don’t feel anything at all. I wonder if he at least got some enjoyment or release from it. But asking “was it good for you” feels fucking stupid, especially with the state I’m in. So there isn’t really anything I can say.

Later, he tells me that he thought I needed the catharsis, but he thinks maybe he misread me. I don’t think there was anything to read or misread. I have been so unclear, even to myself. But I'm not upset about the way things went. I trust that he has my best interests at heart.

And sometimes he sees things in me that I can't see. He tells me he felt like I had walls up—that I didn't want him to see my emotions. He's probably right. I have felt like such a disappointment lately. I want to protect him from my numbness and lack of desire. I want to satisfy him. But hiding my emotions isn't the right way to do that.

I tell him that taking the pain was the least I could do for him. He says, "What? What do you mean? You knew you could take it, and so you did. That's your submission. That's all I want. It's not the least you could do; it's everything."

Maybe it is, but the way it happens is not always pretty.

#personal

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catt-leya · 2 years

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Can I request something very personal for Rick? Something where he’s close to Reader and when he gets super close with her he finds out she has a Medusa tattoo? Medusa tattoos are for people who survived sexual abuse if you don’t know. Maybe he gets extra protective over her? He holds her and tells her stuff like “I’ll never let that happen to you ever again.” Can be smutty or not, only if you’re comfy with that. 🥺

I got a few other tattoos with a deeper meaning behind them but that would be too much haha, maybe he sees more on her body the more she shows to him and all of them fascinate and hurt him when he hears the stories behind them. Doesn’t have to be detailed you know, maybe for the ending if this makes sense lol.

Not Broken (Pt.1 ?) || Rick Grimes

I want to thank you for trusting me to write something so personal for you and I am thinking about writing a second part to this that would be 18+ 💗

I can not get away from them and I hope that I have approached the subject so respectfully that everyone (especially you) feel comfortable 👉🏼👈🏼

Impatiently, I wait with Tyreese for Carol and hopefully the others from our group.

It is a miracle that we can even count on the possibility of finding someone from our old group again. Since we were forced to leave the prison behind, we have not been able to find anyone.

Until now.

Now there is hope that Carol will return with someone we know.

Maybe even with Rick.

While Tyreese sits relaxed on a chair in front of the small cabin we've temporarily thawed our headquarters, I pace up and down the porch, glancing every now and then at the woods where Carol disappeared seemingly an eternity ago.

Nervously, I sigh, "We shouldn't have let her go alone, even if she insisted. We should have gone with her, Tyreese."

Good-naturedly, he looks up at me, "Why don't you sit with me? She won't come back any faster if you run your blisters."

I brush my hair out of my face and snort, "And what about that guy in there?"

I point to the door of the cabin where that loopy guy went off on me, but Tyreese doesn't make a face as he replies, "I promise you I took care of him and there's nothing we can do but wait for Carol."

Still far from satisfied, I trust his word and sit down on the narrow bench next to him, "She's long gone. Do you think she found any of us?"

I bite my lower lip and feel his gaze on me, "I guess you mean do I think she'll find Rick."

I quickly open my mouth "I-" and then close it again as I notice my cheeks flush red.

I've been on good terms with Rick for a while now, and briefly I toyed with the idea that it might become something more, but that's not for me, and now I can't even be sure he's alive.

The silence between us is stifling and when I think I can't take it anymore, Tyreese says softly, "He means a lot to you, doesn't he?"

I try to suppress my tears and just nod, because words could never express what I feel for Rick. He's the first man I've let get this close to me since I had to learn what men can be capable of.

"You will meet again." His voice is so soft and loving that a tear does come loose and slide down my cheek.

I close my eyes and try not to think about the way Rick pulled me into his arms and whispered with a suppressed laugh, "You do realize you have your top on backwards, right?"

How he worked at his pigs while I read in the grass and kept catching him looking over at me. As soon as our eyes met, he'd always grin dopily at me, wiping the sweat from his face.

I notice more and more tears rolling down my cheeks, that's when I hear, as if through a veil, Tyreese say, "They're here."

A jolt goes through me and I'm on my feet faster than I would have given myself credit for.

At first I only see Carol and walk down the two flights of stairs from the porch seeing a small group of people following her.

Hectically I look from one to the other and there I see him.

It feels like a lifetime since I last saw his beautiful blue eyes.

For a brief moment he just stares at me and I can't help but do the same.

It feels like the whole world stands still until he lets the rifle slide off his shoulder and runs toward me.

I don't even get to lift my arms before he's already on me, yanking me into his.

Perhaps even a tad tighter than necessary, he presses me against him and I hear his shuffle.

Completely overwhelmed, I also stop trying to hold back the tears and gasp softly, "You're alive, oh God you're here."

His fingers dig into my skin even harder and panic rises in me briefly, but it subsides when he pushes me slightly away from him and I see the tears mirroring mine.

For a split second he looks at my lips and without me being able to react, he leans over and kisses me desperately on the mouth.

I'm far too surprised to return it, and as I awaken from my stupor, Rick breaks away from me and pulls me to his chest.

My ear is on his chest and I can hear his heart beating fast as he mumbles hoarsely, "Forgive me."

I don't know what he's apologizing for at all.

Whether it's the kiss, or that in prison he didn't manage to stay with me like he promised.

But I don't care either because I feel his warmth and know he's with me.

I don't know how long we stand there like that until Glenn quietly clears his throat, "We shouldn't stay here. The fire will attract more walkers."

Sighing, Rick breaks away from me and gives me another quick look before the warmth in it disappears and he becomes our calculating leader.

But despite everything, he doesn't leave my side and keeps me with him all the time with his arm around my waist.

When I think about the fact that in the past I wouldn't have even let a man who is clearly taller and heavier than me pull me aside even by the shoulder so that I wouldn't get knocked over by a bicycle, I can hardly believe that I am relaxed and let Rick grab me by the waist and push me around.

Faster than expected, everyone is ready and we start moving.

Rick doesn't dare let go of me and I gladly push myself even closer to his side. I trust him blindly and can just let myself fall with him.

I hear Daryl say something to Rick that I don't quite understand and he turns back slightly to look at him, his big hand slipping a little and staying on my butt, immediately I tense up.

It's not intentional, but no man has touched me this way in ages, which doesn't mean I don't like it.

In fact, Rick notices right away that I'm no longer leaning loosely against him and turns back to me, "Are you okay?"

Rick doesn't seem to notice where his hand is at all, or it's simply not a big deal to him.

I force myself to look into his eyes and my heart sits out as I see the love and concern in them. Sighing, I lower my gaze and say softly, "Can we talk?"

Quietly he replies, "Whatever you want" and then calls out louder to Daryl, "We're going to go into the woods for a bit, but we'll be right back."

Without comment, he slides his hand up into the small of my back and leads me to the row of trees at the edge of the path.

I keep walking until I look back and can't make out our group, then break away from Rick to face him.

I hesitantly look up from his jacket to his beard, which is longer than I remember, up to his beautiful eyes, "I need to talk to you."

I see him straighten up a bit and take a deep breath, "I'm sorry I just kissed you like that. Forgive me."

I swallow, "That's not the point."

He tilts his head, "It's not?"

Nervously, I wrestle my fingers, "Well…maybe it kind of is."

I just can't look him in the face and stare at his boots, which have seen better days, as he meekly repeats, "I'm sorry I caught you off guard like that. Please…don't be mad."

I've never heard Rick talk so submissively and it hurts my heart that I'm the cause of his insecurity, so I turn my back to him and quietly say, "Take my shirt off."

It's dead silent behind me and I don't even think I hear him breathe, so I repeat a little louder, "The shirt Rick. Take it off me."

I stare off into the woods and hear the leaves rustle under his boots as he takes a small step toward me and asks hoarsely, "You want me to take your clothes off?"

If the situation weren't tense enough, I'd laugh.

I can picture what's going on in his head, and I don't even blame him.

Sighing, I nod, "Yeah."

Again, a few seconds pass before he takes another step toward me and I can feel his body behind me.

His presence is incredible and I feel so incredibly small with him at my back.

I wince slightly as I feel his hands on the hem of my shirt and his knuckles graze my bare skin.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes as the cool air brushes more and more of my exposed skin.

Once the shirt is level with my bra I say softly, "Hold it like this and look at my left side."

I have to smile as I can literally see him frowning and biting his lower lip, not knowing what I'm getting at.

When he asks, "Can I touch it?", I know he's spotted my tattoo and I nod.

Reverently, his calloused fingers glide over my soft skin and I hear myself say, "Medusa tattoos are for people who survived sexual abuse. For me it was a few years ago. I was in a bar with a friend… "I catch my breath and Rick takes another step towards me so that I can feel his chest against my back with every breath and I continue, "There were two men and I couldn't do anything about it…I was alone."

Rick puts his flat hand over my tattoo and I can hear the suppressed anger in his voice: "'ll never let that happen to you ever again."

His loving touch of his hand, makes me tremble and even though I don't want it, I force myself to say, "I know that. But I don't want you to get caught up in something that will never be. I don't want you to look at me the way you did right before you kissed me."

He lowers his head and whispers in my ear, "How did I look at you?"

My heart hammers in my chest and I feel my most intimate part respond to Rick, though I hardly thought it possible, "Like you loved me."

I can't believe I just said it out loud.

Tense, I wait for his response, which he breathes a moment later, "I do."

Unwillingly, I lean against him and force myself to say what I should have said a while ago, "I don't want to impose myself on you, and before you say I don't, hear me out to the end."

I rest my head against his shoulder and finally look him in the eye again, "I trust you or I wouldn't let you touch me like that or even be comfortable with you alone, but that's all I can do. I can't sleep with you, Rick."

He doesn't break eye contact for a second as he says, "I don't care."

Somehow I knew he was going to say that and I smile weakly at him, "You say that now, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to sleep with you and I don't want to put that on you. I know you'd love to fuck me and goodness it's only natural."

Again he bites his lower lip, "I don't need this."

I don't know where the courage comes from, but I press my butt a little harder against him and as I expected, he's hard and moves his hips away the moment I touch him and I raise my eyebrows challengingly, "Like I said, it's natural and I'm not going to force you to abstain, Rick."

His hand slides to my hip, causing my shirt to fall back into place, only now I'm much cooler than before with his hands on my bare skin.

Rick just looks at me and I already think I'm getting what I asked him to get.

We will remain friends, but never more.

Never did I expect my heart to break, even though it's the right thing to do.

Silently he just looks at me and then shakes his head as if he needs to sort out his thoughts, "Do you love me?"

Blinking, I look at him and answer without hesitation, "Yes, I love you."

Determined, he turns me around to face him and says in a firm voice, "Then I don't care. You're not forcing me to do anything at all because I want to. I want you, with everything that comes with it."

Lightly he winks at me, "And I still have my hands if things get rough."

Incredulous, I stare at him, "You…what?"

Gently, he strokes a few strands of hair on my forehead with one hand, "You heard me right. You've been through a lot and you're incredibly strong. If anyone deserves to be happy, it's you and I'm going to make it my personal mission to ensure just that."

Incredulous, I breathe, "Even if it means no sex?"

Smiling, he pulls me into his arms, "You make it sound like I'm a libidinous teenager. You are more important to me than sex could ever be. So, please be my girlfriend."

Actually, I want to laugh, but mixed in with the laughter is a sob followed by tears.

My whole body trembles in his arms and I enjoy how his hand strokes my back again and again.

Gently, he holds me in his arms and I can hardly believe my luck when he whispers, "You just always have to tell me when I should go too far and when you don't like something."

Sniffling, I nod into his chest and hear him ask softly, "Do you have any more tattoos?"

Again, I nod and am even grateful when he hums in his deep voice, "I'd like to see them sometime, whenever you're ready."

And at those words, I can hardly believe my luck at having given my heart to this man.

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To the end and back [daryl Dixon x reader

Chapter four - what died didn’t stay dead

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - normal twd warnings

‘Wildfire’

Season 1 episode 5

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Thank you to @starfirette for the Glenn and reader part in this chapt. It’s changed up a little up still mainly the same :)

Andrea sits by Amy's corpse all night, and almost all day. Just leaned over with tears in her eye occasionally whispering how much she loves her, and how sorry she is that this happened. We all watch from a far. We feel bad, almost all of us know what it's like to lose someone you love to this, even if it wasn't a sibling, or a family member we've all lost loved ones to this. We all know how it feels. Lori's the first to go over. she tries to talk to Andrea but she's just kind of in a daze. A saddened, traumatized daze. The abled body people are helping take out all the bodies. Stabbing them through the brain before throwing the walkers into a pit of fire and our people in a pile to be buried.

I'm sitting with the kids as far away from Amy's body as I could. She was like a sister to me, I didn't want to see her like that. I just hoped I was as far away from her body as I could be when she eventually turned.

The kids are fine, somehow their just fine. I don't understand how they're able to just bounce back after all the traumatizing shit they've been through. Carl, Sophia, Eliza, and Louis played as far away from the dead bodies as their parents could get them. I was in charge of watching them. it seemed like I was always in charge of the kids, when I wasn't busy with my "doctor" duties I was watching the kids. I had both my gun and my knife stuffed in my pocket just in case any walkers stumble out of the woods.

"How'd you get hurt?" Carl asks his brows knotting together in confusion. "Got shot" I reply, His eyes widened with curiosity "really?! Did it hurt?" I shrug, it didn't at first but after I saw the blood coming out of my leg the pain set in. "not really at first but now it does."

Sophia is playing with a few dolls she brought from home with Morales's daughter Eliza on the ground next to me, and morale's son Louis is playing with some cars and trucks his father brought back from a run a while back. "Are you sad your dad died?" I overhear Eliza asks bluntly, Sophia just shrugs and mutters a quiet "I Dunno" before going back to playing.

Sophia's a little upset that her father passed away but not as much as carol is. I heard her sobbing in her tent last night. I never understood why she loved him so much, he was such an asshole to both her, and their daughter. But I guess when you get used to something or someone it's hard for life to change.

The sound of a gunshot breaks the kids from their light chatter and playing. It must've been Andrea. Amy must've turned. I let out a sigh as I bury my face into my hands. I only look up when I feel someone staring at me. It's Glenn. "Hey" I say with a weak smile, "it's about time you need to change that thing. You need help?" Glenn asks. I shrug and mutter "yeah sure" I normally am the one doing this for others, even if I get hurt I do it for myself. I notice he's already got my med kit in his hands when he sits down. I pull up the leg of my shorts, so the gauze wrapped wound is exposed. He helps me unwrap the first layer of gauze exposing the gauze pad that has a bit of blood on it. I hiss when Glenn lifts it off of my leg exposing my wound to the air. The kids are watching intrigued by the process of changing the gauze on my leg. Glenn mutters a quiet "sorry, sorry" he takes an alcohol pad and wipes over the wound cleaning the bits of blood away. I whimper and I squeeze my eyes shut as the alcohol-soaked pad touches the wound "sorry, I'm sorry" Glenn whispers again. "gross" I hear Carl mumble. Glenn then takes some antibiotic ointment and squeezes a little onto a fresh piece of gauze before placing it onto my leg. He then wraps some of the rolled gauze around my leg before pulling my shorts leg back down. "You alright?" He asks.

"Are you guys dating?" Eliza asks with her eyebrows furrowed together. I just chuckle and shake my head "no he's just my best friend" I say looking up at Glenn as if I'm trying to get him to confirm my statement. He nods and says "yep just best friends" as he presses a kiss to the side of my head "I'll see you later" he whispers before getting up and walking away. "Are you sure?" Sophia asks with her brows furrowed "I'm sure" I reply with a laugh her brows furrow together even further as she asks, "but he just kissed you" I let out a small sigh before asking "hey how bout I paint your nails?" to change the subject. Sophia straightens up and nods before scooting towards me. I pick up the previously discarded fingernail polish from beside me. "What color pink or purple?" I ask holding up the polish in front of her she points to the pink one, and I nod.

"Mkay there you go, don't touch'em they might not be completely dry yet" I say softly as she lifts her hands from my lap. She nods as she turns towards Carl who is now dramatically reenacting some car chase with louis. "Aren't they pretty carl?" She asks showing the boy her nails. carl pauses and nods as he smiles before going back to his car. She then gets up and shouts "momma!" as she sprints towards her mom who she spots with the other adults.

Lori and the others gather of us gather around. They think we should go up to pay our respects. we all agree, and Glenn helps me hobble up the hill to where Shane, Rick, and Daryl are.

"I still think it's a mistake not burning these bodies" Daryl says as he walks over to where Shane, and Rick are covering the dead with dirt. "It's what we said we'd do, right? Burn'em all, wasn't that the idea?" Daryl asks. that's what we've always done when walkers have stumbled into our camp, but we've never really had people die on campgrounds. when any former members of our group died it was always on runs.

"At first." Shane replies. "The China man gets all emotional, says it's not the thing to do we just follow him along? These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, s'what the rules are" Daryl says, I understand his point of view it's an easy way to get rid of bodies, but these people are friends and family of ours we can't just burn their bodies. it's not like they're just going to rise from dead...right? all the people who had been bit got stabbed right through the head preventing them from reanimation. "There are no rules" Rick replies.

"Well, that's the problem, we haven't had one minute to hold onto anything of our old selves. We need time to mourn, and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do." Lori says as she steps closer to the men. we're human we shouldn't just get rid of our practices just because the world has ended, we bury our dead, and we mourn.

We watch as Andrea pulls Amy's wrapped up body into a grave. Dale is stood at Amy's feet trying to help but Andrea refuses. "I can do it. I can do it. I can do it! I can do it." She cry's as she steps into the shallow grave. I try not to cry but I can't I just can't she was my friend. Other than Glenn she was my closest friend. I can't believe she's actually dead; I'd never get to talk to her again. We'd never stay up all night in my tent giggling as we looked through magazines (that Andrea brought back from a run) like we were teenagers, I never even got to say goodbye.

Amy's body falls into the grave with a loud thud. Glenn's got one arm wrapped around me keeping me upright. I bury my face into his shoulder as tears fall down my cheeks soaking Glenns tee-shirt.

We all walk back to camp, half of us still sniffling, and crying. Amy was the sweetest thing to grace this planet, I was so luckily to meet her, she didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve to die.

Glenn finds me a nice place to sit and helps me to it, "you alright?" He asks as I sit down. "I-yeah im-I'm fine." I mutter as I wipe my eyes. "You know a few days ago when I said I got you something while on the run?" He never ended up giving it to me, I guess we were all so wrapped up in ricks arrival and Merle's disappearance that we forgot.

I nod "mhm" I hum. "I found some vodka while we were out, we should definitely have some drinks tonight" he whispers trying not to let the kids around us hear.

We're all grouped up around the fire. Andrea is fast asleep, the moment she got comfortable in that chair she was out like a light. "I've been thinking about ricks plan." Shane says as both him and Rick return back from something the went to do. "Now look, there are no— there are no guarantees either way. I'll be the first one to admit that. I've known this man a long time. I trust his instincts." Lori looks up from the piece of wood she was sharpening. "I say the most important thing here is we need to stay together. So those of you that agree, we leave first thing in the morning." Lori's brows are furrowed as she looks between her husband and Shane. "Okay?"

It's dark and Glenn and I are in my tent with a large bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. We're giggling drunkenly together as we both down dozens of shots. "Oh my god I'm so fuckin-" I stop my sentence to lean my head against Glenn's shoulder and sigh. "I don't think I can drink any more of this" Glenn groans as he drops the glass shot glass. I look up at his face, and my brain is just now somehow processing how handsome Glenn is even when his face is a light shade of red because of the alcohol he's so fucking handsome. His brows furrow "w-what's wrong?" He slurs. "You're so fuckin' pretty" I whisper as I place both hands on either side of his face. He chuckles a bit before leaning in and kissing me. we kiss for a few seconds until I realize I'm kissing Glenn, the guy I swore I only had platonic feelings for, I pull away and mutter "shit." his brows furrow together as he asks "wh-whats wrong?" I shake my head as I mumble "please le-let's not talk about this ever."

I wake up in the morning with a pounding headache and an embarrassing memory of me kissing my best friend. That I have told everyone that I only had a platonic relationship with. I push myself up with a groan "Glenn!" I shout, no answer. "Daryl!?" One of them is bound to help me get up and pack up my stuff so we can leave. My tent starts to be unzipped, and then Daryl's head pops in. "Need help?" He asks I nod with a smile. He sticks out one of his hands and helps me up and out of my tent.

"Ya need help gettin' all yer' stuff packed up?" I nod. he collects all of my stuff out of my tent while I sit in a chair. I can mostly at least manage to walk but just getting up and down is a little painful. I help him put things in bags by which things are most important to the least and then I watch as he packs up my tent into its bag it came with. "Hey, y/n can we talk?" I turn around to see Glenn and behind me rubbing his neck. "Yeah definitely."

"Alone" Glenn mutters and Daryl takes the hint. Daryl stands up and walks away. "So, bout last night" he says rubbing the back of his neck as he stood Infront of me. I chuckle awkwardly "yeah...can we forget about that?" He smiles and nods "yeah! Yeah definitely" he says "we were both drunk" I say, and he nods. "So, friends?" he asks I smile and nod as I say "Yeah, just friends."

"I want everyone to listen up" Shane says, we're all gathered around the cars all our things are all packed up in the cars. I'm a little scared, because what if this plan doesn't work. What if the CDC isn't still up and running. But it's better than staying here, right? The walkers are venturing out of the city, the longer we stay the more are going to be coming. It's just not safe anymore. "Those of you with C.B's we're gonna be on channel 40. Let's keep the chatter down, okay? Now you got a problem, don't have a C.B, can't get a signal or anything at all you're gonna honk your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan. Any questions?"

"We're, uh...we're not going." Morales speaks up. "We..we have family in Birmingham. We want to be with our people" his wife adds.

"You go on your own, you won't have anyone to watch your back." Shane says the two adults nod "we'll take the chance I gotta do what's best for my family." Morales replies. Their daughter has her face buried into her mother's chest "you sure?" Rick asks. "We talked about it. We're sure"

"Alright. Shane." Rick kneels down and starts going through the guns in his bag. ".357?" Rick asks. Shane nods, and whispers "yeah." Rick, and Shane then walks up to Morales and hands him a gun, and a box of ammo. "The box is half full." Shane says. Everyone has tears in their eyes, throughout the last 60 something days we've all grown close. We're like a family. So, losing part of our family was devastating. I had gotten close with Morales's kids and wife; Morales kids were almost like my own at times. Lori hops off of the hood of the car she was sitting on and walks over to Morales and his wife. "Thank you all...for everything." His wife Miranda says as Lori hugs her. Lori then bends down and presses a kiss to both of Eliza and Louis's heads. Eliza then runs over to Sophia, hugging her as they both cry. "Bye" Eliza says as she hands Sophia a doll.

I wipe my eyes as both kids walk over to me. I hug them and press a kiss to each of their cheeks as I wipe the little tears falling down their cheeks. "you'll be alright" I whisper as I cup Eliza's face in my hands "I'm gonna miss you" she whispers as more tears fall down her cheeks. "I promise I'll see you again." Morales, and Miranda take their kids towards their car. "What make you think our odds are any better?" Shane asks Rick. "Come on. Let's go! Let's move out!" Shane shouts.

I end up in the van with Rick, Lori, Carl, Carol, and sophia. We end up having to stop because of the rv. I'm still sat in the van with the kids. The others don't want to worry them. Carl and Sophia chit chatting quietly while I read a book.

They drag us all out of the van because Jim's decided he doesn't want to go anymore. He wants to stay here, and die. He was bitten, there was no way he was going to make it all the way to the cdc anyways. He was already getting bad, his fever was through the roof.

Shane and Rick place Jim against a tree. He looks horrible, he's all sweaty and can barely walk, poor guy. Glenn's arm is tucked around my waist helping me up the small hill that led up to the tree. Jim is breathing heavily as he looks up at the tree. "Hey, another damn tree." He says with a light chuckle. "Hey Jim..I mean, you know it doesn't need to be this." Shane says. Jim shakes his head "No it's good. The breeze feels nice" jim rasps out. Shane let's out a sigh as he squeezes his eyes shut "okay." Shane whispers "alright." He says patting his arm as he gets up wiping his eyes. Next to be by Jim's side is Jacqui.

"Just close your eyes sweetie." She says softly with a smile. "Don't fight." She then presses a kiss to his cheek with tears in her eyes, before she stands up. Next is Rick. He squats down and says "Jim, do you want this?" With a gun in his hand. Jim can barely say it but he manages to rasp it out a quiet "no. You'll need it. I'm okay." Rick nods and rubs Jim's shoulder a bit before standing up. "I'm okay." Jim says reassuring himself. Next is Dale, "oh, hey" Dale has a smile on his face, one of those comforting grandpa like smile. One he just has to flash at you and you know you're going to be okay. "Thanks for, uh, fightin' for us."

"Okay" Jim says as he is wheezing out his last breaths. As Dale stands up, we all begin to walk away. Except for Daryl, Daryl gives Jim a little nod before also walking off. We we're all like a big family, these last few days were devastating. We've lost so many people.

We all get back into our cars and began to drive off. Carl and Sophia are still looking out the window at Jim. He's barely even alive anymore. I don't think he is at least. He's slumped over, I can't see his chest rising up and down anymore.

We arrive at the CDC a couple hours later. It doesn't look promising though. There are bodies littered everywhere, mostly soldiers. It stinks, the odor that just emits off of the walkers are horrendous. It's rotten, and smells like death. If you would ask me to describe the smell of walkers it would just be death. We're all slowly making our way towards the doors. We're all on a look out for any walkers.

"Alright everyone keep movin' go on."

"Stay quiet let's go"

I feel like I've never heard or seen this many fly's at one time. They normally do follow around the walkers, but this is like a fucking infestation. They're just in a big bubble around all of the dead. We're continuing to walk coughing because of how much it genuinely stinks. "Keep moving. Come on. Shhh"

"Keep it together. Come on." Shane, and Rick say ushering us towards the cdc. There are three large metal roll up doors. Rick and Shane both try to open it up but inevitably fail in the end. Shane pounds on the door "there's nobody here." T-dog says. "Then why are theses shutters down?" Rick asks.

"Walkers!" Daryl shouts. We all wip around to see a walker stumbling towards us. Daryl shoots it right in the head making it fall to the ground. "You led us into a graveyard!" Daryl shouts as he stomps towards Rick. "He made a call." Dale states. "It was the wrong damn call!"

"Just shut up. You hear me? Shut up. Shut up!" Shane says pushing Daryl back and pointing in his face. "Rick, this is a dead end." Shane says.

"Where are we gonna go?" Carol cries out.

"Do you hear me? No blame"

"She's right. We can't be here, this close to the city after dark." Lori says as she holds onto carl.

"Fort benning, Rick— still and option." Shane suggests. "On what? No food, no fuel. That's 100 miles" Andrea says "125. I checked the map." Glenn corrects. "Forget fort bennning we need answers tonight, now."

Carl's sobbing. I don't know if it's the mix of the walkers, and everyone shouting saying we might die but the kid was just sobbing, the cries coming out of that kid were just heartbreaking. "We'll think of something."

"Come on let's go. Let's get out of here. Let's go. Please"

"Alright everybody back to the cars." Shane says.

Rick doesn't budge he's staring up at a camera. "The camera! It moved." Dale turns around brows furrowed

"You imagined it." Dale says. There was no way it moved. No one was in there, and if it did move it was probably automatically. Probably motion activated. "It moved" he says again, "it moved."

"Rick it is dead, man. It's an automated device. It's gears, okay? There just winding down. Now come on" It seemed like Rick was going crazy, hanging onto this idea that coming here would save us, save the world, save Jim. Shane grabs onto ricks shirt trying to pull him away. Ricks refusing he's set on the idea that it moved, that someone is moving it "man, just Listen to me! Look around this place it's dead, okay. It's dead. You need to let it go, Rick" Shane says his hands still grasped around ricks shirt, desperately trying to convince his best friend nothing was there. That if we stayed, we'd be dead meat. Rick escapes from Shane's grasp and runs back up to the door. Banging on it "Rick, there's nobody here!"

Rick stares up at the camera "I know you're in there. I know you can hear me. Please, we're desperate"

"Everybody get back to the cars now!" Shane shouts.

"Please help us. We have women, children, no food, hardly any gas left."

Lori leaves Carl with us and runs up to her husband maybe she could talk some sense into him. I pull Carl closer to me and he buries his head in my body. Lori grabs onto Rick "Rick there's nobody here."

"We have nowhere else to go!" Rick begs as he pounds onto the door. " if you don't let us in, you're killing us! Please!" Rick shouts. "Come on buddy let's go" Shane says grabbing onto Rick and pulling him away.

"Please help us! You're killing us! You're killing us! You're killing us!" Rick screams as he struggles against Shane's grip. Then it opens. We all stop turning around. It opened it actually opened. Someone was there.

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In The Next Room

Sam Drake x Fem Reader

(Warnings: swearing, Fluff/Smut 18+ (if you're under 18 please don't read))

(A/n: This is the first fic I'm actually posting on here, I hope y'all like it. This turned out to be more fluff than smut, so if there is a want for a more smutty version of this let me know.)

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Lounging on the bed in my motel room, lazily scrolling through TV channels trying to find something to drown out the sounds coming from the next room.

I've been travelling with the infamous Samuel Drake for a while now, we met through his brother Nathan. Since Nate retired a few years ago, I've been working with Sam and Sully. Which so far has been one of the best choices I've made. It's been great to travel the world with like minded people, doing what you love.

Things have slightly changed between Sam and I since I've developed a crush on the older Drake. I'm not 100% sure how or when, but now I've had to deal with it while spending a lot of one on one time with him.

While we've been in Spain, on the hunt for yet another hidden relic. Sam as made a habit of going to the nearest bar and bringing anything with a pulse back to his room. Which just to be right next to mine, it also doesn't help that our beds are on the same wall, so I have to try and sleep with his bed banging against the wall.

This is the fifth night in a row this has happened and I've had enough, so I angrily pound my fist against my side of the wall. After a moment it becomes quiet on Sam's side, letting out a sigh of relief that it's over I turn off my TV and I begin to get settled in bed.

But I pause hearing a knock on the door. Sighing frustratedly as I put my robe back on and I make my way to the door. Looking through the peep hole seeing Sam in a tshirt and boxers, I take a breath before I open the door for him.

"Are you happy with yourself?" "I don't know what you're talking about" Sam gives me a look which says he's not gonna put up with any bullshit. "Come on, why did you have to interrupt my fun?" "That particular 'fun' may have been ruined, but I'm sure you could go down to the bar and find someone else to have 'fun' with tonight" I turn my back to him and make my way back to the bed.

Sam follows me and shuts the door behind him. "Is that all you wanted Samuel?" I look back at him, hands on my hips. Sam looks at me, with a strange look on his face like he's putting pieces together. "How come you didn't disturb me the last 4 times?" He moves closer, crossing his arms. "Because, I thought you'd stop after the first one. Do you realise how thin these walls are?"

Sam shakes his head "then why didn't you interrupt on the second night, huh?" I open my mouth to speak but I find that I have no rebuttal. "You wanna know what I think? I think you're jealous." My eyes widen at his comment "and why would I be jealous?" Crossing my arms I move away from him but he closes the gap, causing the tension in the room to increase.

"Come on.. you can be honest with me, we're friends right?" I nod "yeah, friends" "so why won't you be honest with me and tell me why you felt the need to stop me from fucking a sexy Spanish lady?" I let out a huff as I shake my head. "I.... just drop it." I turn my back to him once again, not being able to look at him any more.

Sam gets a hold of my wrist, turning me back around and forcing me to look at him. His eyebrows creased with worry, "why can't you be honest with me Y/N?" Tears pool in my eyes, taking a shakey breath "because Sam, I can't afford to make things weird between us."

Sam lets out a small laugh "things are going to be weird between us if you're not going to tell me the truth." I shake my head and wipe my eyes, then I try to escape his grasp but he only made his hold harder. "Sam.." finally looking into his eyes, taking a deep breath before I speak.

"Fine you want the truth Samuel? I have feelings for you.. there, I said it..now you can leave" I forcefully pull my wrist from his grasp. Sam looks at me perplexed, "what? Why won't you just leave me alone?" I try to push him out of the room but he won't move.

His hands find my hips, holding me in place. He stares into my eyes. "I've been into you since Nathan introduced us.. I just wasn't sure if you'd be into me in that way." I stare at him with a blank look so he continues, "I mean look at me, I'm covered in scars and wrinkles.."

Having heard enough I grab the back of his neck and I pull him into a kiss, once the shock passes Sam kisses me back. After awhile we part, "I happen to find your scars hot as hell." A grin appears on Sam's lips at the comment, "is that right? What else do you find 'hot as hell' about me?"

"It's hot when you know when not to push your luck." Sam raises his arms in surrender, "ok.. ok but in all seriousness.. how come we were idiots for so long?" I shrug "your guess is as good as mine, probably fear of rejection?" He nods in agreement "seems the most logical, but now that it's out in the open.. I believe we have to make up for some lost time huh?"

Smiling at eachother we kiss again, much more heated this time. Hands roaming bodies, clothes being removed, hickies forming on skin. Some how we make it to the bed, falling onto it. By this point I'm laid bare before his eyes, feeling his lustful gaze on my bare skin.

"I can't believe we didn't admit feelings earlier, we could have done this much sooner" I nod my head in agreement, enthralled in Sam's bare body. Tracing each tattoo and scar with my eyes, he pulls me from my haze with a tender touch on my cheek.

"Hey.. if you don't want to do this, it's ok.. just because we're into eachother, doesn't mean we have to do anything more than this." As he speaks he caresses my cheek with his thumb. Smiling at him I pull him in to kiss him again, trying to portray how thankful I am that he said what he did.

"As much as I want to jump your bones right now, I don't know how I feel about the fact that you were in bed with someone else less than an hour ago." Sam nods with a awkward laugh, "fair enough, I respect your decision." He kisses my forehead before he leaves the bed and grabs his boxers from the floor putting them on, then tossing me his tshirt smiling.

I slip the tshirt on, inhaling the smell of him. Slipping under the covers, Sam turns off the light and joins me. "You know, my world seems to revolve around you." I turn to look at him, suprised "really?" Even in the dark room I see him nod.

"It's hard to explain.." I place my hand on his face, "I understand, honestly it feels like I can't live without you now." Sam shifts closer to me, "I've lost sleep thinking about you... these last few days.. I can't get you out of my mind." He presses his lips softly to mine but moves away before I can return the kiss, he gives me a sly grin.

"We should get some sleep, big day tomorrow" He rolls onto his back, the arm closest to me lies open. I take the open invitation and lays my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. "Of course, good night and sleep well Sam" shimmying into his warm frame, I close my eyes and begins falling to sleep.

Sam holds me against him, kissing the top of my head and plays with my hair, smiling up at the ceiling before succumbing to sleep himself.

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