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Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6 – Sins of a Lover

Boston, 10 years and 9 months ago

Claire sat in the wide bench at the hospital’s locker room, her ears filled with a high bleeping sound, the voices around her as distant and foreign as creatures of the bottom of the deepest ocean. Her eyes were fixed on her silver ring – the flesh underneath it raw and reddened after hours of nervously twisting it on her finger, akin to a prisoner fighting a shackle turned life raft.    

“What happened to you?” A shadow extended next to her and she blankly stared above, watching as one of her colleagues, Joe Abernathy, frowned as he looked at her.

“Nothing.” She croaked, her tongue feeling ridiculously dry and furred after hours of screams and sobs in the seclusion of her apartment, followed by a prolonged silence.

“Hmpf.” He vocalized in a doubtful tone. “Ye look more like everything happened, than nothing. Do you want to grab a cup of coffee, Fraser? Or a bucket?”

“Don’t call me that!” She hissed, tears stinging her eyes – Claire tried to keep them forcefully opened, to avoid overflowing. “Claire. Just Claire.”

“Alright.” He said more softly, sitting next to her. His dark skin deeply contrasted with her own, made even more marble white than usual by fatigue and heartbreak.

Joe wasn’t exactly a friend – but he was one of the few colleagues who had shown her compassion and camaraderie, never taking a chance to shine that implied to throw another resident under the proverbial bus. He was always nice and they exchanged pleasantries every time the occasion called for words between them – but Claire had been too busy daydreaming about Jamie for the past few months, to really dedicate herself to the task of establishing a fulfilling friendship. I don’t want you anymore. Claire mechanically pressed the ring against her raw finger, welcoming the pain that kept her grounded to the present.

“You know what?” Joe slapped his big hands against his knees, covered with blue scrubs. “I think I have just the thing you need. A nasty Whipple procedure in OR two in twenty minutes. What do you say?”

“I can’t take your surgery, Joe. You earned that with your hard work assisting Doctor Raymond on that hemorrhoidectomy.” Claire shook her head, crumpling her surgical cap.

“You need to cut, Lady Jane.” He smiled with kindness. “People can say whatever they want, but I know a surgeon when I see one – and you’re it. Once you have the blade in your hand, you’ll be able to forget – or at least to push to the outskirts of your mind – whatever is bothering you so much. On the off-chance that doesn’t work, you can always pretend you’re cutting the face of whoever hurt you.”

Claire breathed deeply – the smell of deodorant and foot powder a soothing presence, reassuring her that some things were still the same. She had come to the hospital almost in the middle of the night for it – trying to leave the wreckage of her life behind the closed door of her apartment - only to discover that the destruction had found a cranny whereby it could enter her body, taking hold of her like a parasite with an innocent host.

If only she could shed her entire body with its memories, like a blessed snake, perhaps she could morph into something else. Freedom. Forgetfulness. Painless breathing again. But she was only allowed blue scrubs, with matching cap and mask – they would have to serve that purpose.

“If you’re sure.” She said hesitantly. “I’ll try not to disturb you too much.”

“Nonsense.” He clapped, ecstatic. You’ll do just fine. Don’t overthink it.”

“Alright.” Claire raised from the bench to tie her black sneakers. Make a loop. Tie it harder. Breathe. As she prepared to walk beside him, she wrinkled her nose in confusion in his direction. “Who the hell is Lady Jane?”


Edinburgh, Present day

“You’re awake.” Claire greeted, entering his room and seeing him half-sited, reclined against a pile of pillows, doing exercises with his hand. “It’s late, but I was quite busy today – a couple of patients from the fire needed to be re-interventioned for some complications.”

“That’s alright.” Jamie gave her a shy smile. “I dinna expect ye to come at all, so it’s a nice surprise.”

“I hear they are offering you a medal for your brave conduct while on duty.” She said in an attempt of conversational tone, sitting on a chair by his bed. “Just saw two grown men sobbing their eyes out while coming here, talking about how Chief Fraser is a goddam hero and saved their lives.”

“Well,” He replied, slightly shrugging his shoulders in a blatant sign of discomfort. “I don’t feel like a hero. More like a fool.”

“Hm.” She snorted in outspoken agreement. “Can’t really challenge that. How is your hand?”

“Rigid. Tender.” Jamie grimaced, showing her the bandaged hand with just the tip of the fingers visible. “But hopefully, in time, I’ll be able to wipe my own arse with it.”

The corners of her mouth almost formed a smile, but she hurriedly commanded them to stop. Almost. He used to make her smile all the time, effortlessly - and it seemed like the wheels and screws of her body still remembered that easy mechanism.

“Claire…” He started in a pleading tone.

“Why do you still wear your wedding ring, Jamie?” Claire anticipated in a low voice. “We have been divorced for almost ten years – and you took away its meaning even before that.”

“Don’t ye know?” He replied in a soft tone, as his fingers dutifully played with the small exercise rubber ball.

“How would I know?” She said, anger bringing an edge to her words. “You told me you didn’t want me anymore. That you had someone else you wanted to be with – I expected to find you remarried with a proper Scottish wife, a handful of children around your bed. And yet there’s no wife around to fluff your pillows and put jelly in the mouth of her valiant husband.”

He tilted his head, as if he was embarrassed by her words. “I had my reasons to say that.”

“Let’s hear them, then.” She crossed her arms and looked impatiently at him. “I believe you owe me at least the curtsy of the truth, Jamie.”

Jamie nodded and for a moment his eyes seemed lost in contemplation of something invisible, pages of their story turning backwards until he could find the appropriate chapter and the words to tell it. When he talked again, his voice was quick and low, slightly ragged.

“Ye were failing.” He looked at her as if urging her to understand. “Ye told me that yourself. Everything ye had worked so hard to accomplish was turning into smoke.” Jamie clenched his jaw. “I knew it was because of me – my fault. When ye met me, I changed the course of yer life. Ye were torn – distracted. I had to do something.”

“What?” Claire whispered, the world slightly tilting around her like a bizarre attraction in an amusement park. “Tell me, Jamie – What did you do?”

“How does a man wilfully rip his heart out of his chest? What madness can drive ye to do such a thing?” He whispered, as if to himself, before he glanced at her. “Not madness – love. I found I could do it, as long as I knew ye safe and well.”

“I don’t understand.” She babbled - but realization was slowly dawning on her, brutal and consuming as wildfire, leaving her shaking like a burnt leaf on the wind.

“I already knew what I needed to do.” Jamie nodded, immersed on his tale – finally able to share his terrible truth, a numbing dart to the poisonous beast that sat on his chest. “I made the decision the night we spoke on the phone – promised to myself I’d do it when I went to visit ye. But I couldn’t!” He closed his healthy hand on a fist, his body trembling from strong emotion. “I was weak. I couldna stop myself from loving ye again and again – knowing I couldna lie to yer body; swearing every time I touched ye would be the last. One last day of happiness – one last memory I could hold on to.”

Claire was openly crying by then, tears silently falling across her cheeks, witnesses of two broken hearts bleeding together into the world.

“I went to see Doctor Raymond one afternoon.” Jamie gulped. “I was hoping there might be another way. But he confirmed what I already knew – he told me ye were a natural healer, a potential brilliant surgeon, if ye were allowed to focus solely on that. He promised he would take care of you.” He finished softly.

“You told me you didn’t want me!” Claire repeated, lips quivering, her amber eyes open in shock.

“I thought I’d die from saying it. But ultimately I would say that and much worse, Claire.” He affirmed, his blue eyes moist but defiant. “I would deny God himself and Jesus on the cross for yer sake. I would disown my own heart and lungs. There’s no limit for what I’d do for ye to have peace, mo nighean donn.”

“It was not your choice to make!” She sobbed, slightly rocking herself on the chair. “My life, James Fraser. My fucking life. Our life…”

“Aye.” He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “It is that. But I canna say I regret it, Claire. Joe told me how many people you saved just today – how every young surgeon looks up to you now. It seems to me I made the right choice.”

“You don’t know a thing…” Claire hissed. “About what I went through. I barely made it…I was barely sane.” Her voice sounded like a woman drowning even to her own ears. “You wouldn’t even see me to sign the divorce papers, you sent Ned Gowan in your place…”

“I never said I wasna a coward.” Jamie admitted, slightly tilting his head. “I dinna trust myself not to fall on my knees and beg yer forgiveness. To tell ye right there and then of my wicked ways. To kiss ye and never let go. I hoped…” His voice broke. “You’d never have to see me again.”

“I thought you were in love with someone else.” Claire sobbed, closing her eyes to block the sight of his face, grimacing in pain. “I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing you laying with a faceless woman, whom you’d say everything you once said to me. Listening all your promises turning into lies.”

“There was never another woman.” He whispered, tears falling down his lashes. “There could never be another woman, Claire. I still wore yer wedding ring because – papers or no – I will forever be married to ye. I will always love ye, mo ghraidh.”

“I could never forgive you for this…” Claire entwined her hands, like a silent prayer for the ability to retrieve what had been lost between them. “You took away my choice. You traded our love for something I never wanted. You decided for us both.”

“Aye.” He swallowed hard – his voice hoarse and broken beyond repair. “But can ye honestly say I was wrong in thinking that this is the woman ye were meant to become? That by letting ye go I wasna in fact loving ye more than I ever could be keeping ye?” Jamie closed his eyes, whispering. “Mine are the sins of a lover. Ye were given to me, Claire – and I loved ye well.”

anonymous asked:

For the MSR Drabble challenge 😁: 54, 110, 53 xx

Yeah, so… this ain’t no drabble. I’m sorry. I’ll be better (read: shorter) next time. Thank you so much for the prompt lovely anon!

54. Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash? 110.  You passed out for like an hour. 53. Take off your shirt.

If only Mulder had come with her.

Scully clings to the plate in her hand and fills it up with little homemade snacks. They all look good, she thinks, even if she’s not really hungry. She just needs a moment to herself, away from prying family members she hasn’t seen in years, and the food buffet in the kitchen is the best distraction she can find. And distraction is all she needs.

Because Mulder is not here.

She had asked him (almost begged him) to come with her today to the annual Scully family gathering. Will Bill be there? He had mumbled against her chest, his lips unable to remain still, kissing her, covering everything they could reach. Part of her had wanted to lie; no, no, Bill won’t be there. His mouth on her body, though, it had disarmed her. The other part of her, the one she listened to most days, had reminded her that this was Mulder. The man she loved. She was not going to start lying to him now that they were lovers.

But it doesn’t change anything now: She’s all alone here, plenty of things on her mind, and the looks her family keep throwing her way make it worse. She’s happy, of course she is, to spend time with her brothers – even Charlie made it this year –, her nephews and nieces, her mother. Seeing her cousins, new life partners, taller children – it’s all great, it’s exciting, but…

She just misses Mulder by her side.

Scully really doesn’t know when it started; the feeling must have crept up on her these last few years. Clearly, she can manage her life without him. Except. Something is different today. Something she has not found time to talk about with him (or think about herself, really). She’s late. She’s really late. Logic tells her that it’s a crazy notion; she’s barren, she knows that, and yet. Yet, here she is. Her eyes wander over to her purse. Hidden inside somewhere is a pregnancy test. She bought it on a whim on her way here and now…

If only Mulder were here.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Dana,” one of her cousins apologizes as she bumps into her at the buffet, “Are you all right? You look pale. Here, have a sausage.” It’s one of those small, cocktail sausages that Scully loves so much. Her mother probably bought them for her. Right now the combination of the slightly wrinkly texture and the strong, fatty smell makes her dizzy.

“Uhm, I’m fine,” she croaks, willing her body to relax; her stomach doesn’t listen, though, “Excuse me.” The plate clatters loudly as her fingers let go of it. Scully grabs her purse and sprints to the nearest bathroom. She locks the door, her stomach turning and churning, and throws the purse on the ground. Her knees protest loudly as they come in contact with the cold, hard tiles. There’s no time to think as her stomach lets go of its contents.

Flashbacks from her cancer explode before her eyes unasked. Scully closes them, screws them shut, and refuses to think about that. There’s a pregnancy test in her purse. As unlikely as it is, she thinks rinsing her mouth, she has to try it. Take a pregnancy test. Her hands tremble as she unpacks the small, elongated object. Scully knows too well how they work; she’s wasted many of them during the failed IVF attempts. Her eyes catch her reflection in the mirror. Her cousin was right: she does look pale. Her cheeks are hollow, her eyes exhausted and glassy, and her skin just plain waxy.

If Mulder were here he’d tell her to just take the test. He’d tell her not to worry, she thinks as she opens her zipper, pulls down her pants. He’d assure her that everything, no matter what, would turn out just fine. Mulder is a believer like that. Scully smiles, forgets that she’s peeing on a stick for a moment, and clings to thoughts of Mulder.

Someone knocks on the door, startling Scully. She can’t stay in here for another five minutes. Quickly, she wraps the test up in toilet paper and carefully puts in her purse. She stuffs the boxing into the small trash can, not even thinking about it. She flushes the toilet, washes her hands and checks her face again. When she unlocks the door, she’s looking straight into her mother’s eyes.

“Dana, there you are. Honey, what’s the matter? You’re not sick, are you?” Of course there’s no fooling her mother.

“I’m fine, mom.”

“How about you lie down for a bit?” Gently, her mother pushes her into the direction of one of the bedrooms.  

“I’m fine, really.”

“Just relax a bit,” her mother ignores her, “Our family can be quite exhausting.” She chuckles and Scully can’t do anything but listen to her mother. She sits on the bed, still clinging to her purse, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make sure no one bothers you. Get some rest.” Her mother kisses her cheek and Scully feels tears dwell up in her eyes. I might be pregnant, mom. The words, however, get twisted in her tongue. So she simply nods, keeps the tears at bay, and remains still until the door softly clicks shut. The tears fall silently now as Scully lies down, clutching her purse, and quickly, without warning, falls asleep.

Even if she had been awake, behind the closed door she would have not heard her mother exclaim loudly: “Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?”

“Hey you.”  


“Wakey wakey.” Mulder chuckles next to her, his breath tickling her cheek. Mulder? She must be dreaming. Without opening her eyes, her lips curl upwards into a warm smile. A soft caress on her cheek and she sighs. What a wonderful dream, she decides.

“I miss you, Mulder.” She mumbles, caught between sleeping and waking.

“I’m right here. All you need to do is open your eyes.”

“Hmm?” Scully opens one eye, sees a blurry version of what could be Mulder, and opens the second one. “Take off your shirt.” She demands and he does as he’s told. Scully traces the scar on his shoulder, the one she put there, and yes, this is real, she decides. It’s really him.

“Mulder, what are you doing here?” The words feel like lead on her tongue and she swallows. Her mouth is much too dry. Mulder, as if reading her mind, hands her a glass of water.

“I thought you might want me here after all.” There’s a shy smile playing on his face, slightly tinged with shadows of guilt.

“Hm, always. But why? Why now? I don’t even know what time it is.” She sits up in bed with some difficulty as Mulder puts his shirt back on.

“Your mom said you passed out for like an hour.”

“Oh my god.” An hour. The pregnancy test. The purse is pushed aside and she stares at it now. She fell asleep before she could even think about any of it. And now Mulder is here. She must have dreamed him here. He’d probably love to hear her say - even think - these words.

“Are you all right? Your mother said you weren’t feeling well.” Mulder is rubbing her back and suddenly she understands.

“She called you.” She states and Mulder nods carefully.

“She was worried about you and she thought that uhm, maybe I should be here. Is there anything to worry about, Scully?”

“No,” she answers quickly,“ well, maybe.” She admits, biting her lip, feeling like the purse is now staring at her. Daring her to look at the test.

“Scully? You’re really scaring me here.”

“I’m sorry, Mulder, “she puts her hand on his stubbly cheek, “It’s just… I don’t really know how to say this. We’ve never talked about it before and now- I don’t know how to say it.”

“Scully, you can tell me anything. You know that.” She nods without looking at him.

“I wanted you here all day for this,” she reaches for her purse, “So I guess it’s a good thing I fell asleep.” Scully chuckles and immediately quiets when she catches Mulder’s confused look.

“It’s something we haven’t really talked about. Not… not like this anyway,” his face reminds her that she’s not making any sense, “Maybe it’s all a moot point anyway.” She takes a deep breath, reaches into her purse and takes out the toilet paper wrapped bundle. Glancing at it, she offers it to Mulder instead.

“Uhm, thank you?” He picks it apart layer by crumpled up layer. For a moment he stares at the stick then his face lifts up to meet hers. His lips are opened slightly, ready to say something, but there are no words.

“Is that…”

“A pregnancy test.”

“I… Scully, I thought you… I thought. It wasn’t the IVF, I mean that was, uhm… it really wasn’t the IVF, was it?” Mulder still holds the test in both hands, stares at it like it’s made of gold.

“What does it say?” Her voice quivers, she realizes, and she is thankful that this time she’s not alone.

“You don’t know?” Mulder’s eyes give nothing away but his surprise.

“No, I fell asleep before the time was up. What does it say? Do I want to know?”

“Oh, I think you want to know.” He grins, holding up the stick with shaky hands, showing her the impossible.

She’s pregnant.


It was a sunny day, the sun was shining bright in the sky, but the fresh breeze made up for the heat. Since it was one of those days were you felt like doing absolutely nothing, you had convinced your boyfriend, Tom, to hang out by the pool this afternoon. You invited Harrison, as well as Zendaya to join you both. You and Zendaya were relaxing comfortably sitting by the pool. Harrison and Tom were playing basketball, but Harrison had gone inside to get some refreshments. While Harrison was still inside Tom had walked over to the two of you, before turning his attention to the pool. “Is the water cold?” He asked while he bent down to slightly dip his fingers into the pool. That’s when you got a mischievous idea. You slowly put down the book, as you got up from the chair, trying not to make any sudden movements or loud sounds to avoid ruining your whole plan. You came up to Tom from behind, very carefully. Once you were directly behind him, in one sort of swift motion, you pushed him into the pool. “Hey!” He tried reaching out to you to drag you in with him but you were too fast and got out of his reach. Once he came out to the surface of the water he looked directly at you and said partially screaming “Bloody hell woman, are you mad?” You were trying so hard not to fall. You were basically crying over your laughter. Zendaya had now sat up and was looking at both of you. She rolled her eyes at you, that was now almost lying completely on the ground, tears down your cheeks . You finally got up, one hand on your stomach, the other wiping the tears from your eyes. Zendaya had lied down as she went back to her thoughts. You looked back at Tom, who was still in the pool, looking at you with a sort of mad yet pensive expression. When he got out, you made sure to be as far from him as you could, knowing he would want revenge. Harrison was making his way through the door, but the second he saw Tom soaking wet, he stopped to ask, “What happened here mate?” Tom looked back at you. You looked downwards, trying to hide the childish smile in you face, and said, “I….I pushed Tom into…..the um….pool”. Clearly holding yourself back from laughing. He looked back at Tom as he started laughing out loud. “Well, Tom, i got you a soda” Harrison said as he held a bottle up to Tom. Tom sighed and took it, but before they could resume their game, he leaned close to you and said, “you’ll pay for this”. Both of them went out to the front and you sat back down next to Zendaya, a scared expression planted across your face. “You don’t think he means it, right?” You said as you shifted position so you were facing Zendaya. “I don’t know Y/N, he seemed pretty serious”. “Well yeah, but maybe he doesn’t mean it. Maybe he’s just saying that to scare me”. “Could be” she said as she shrugged her shoulders and looked at you, “then again, when has Tom not been serious about revenge?” She lied back down, and so did you. All you could think about no was what would Tom do to get his revenge, and more importantly, when. The rest of the afternoon you felt uneasy. Every time Tom came around you would just look sit down, just waiting for him to pick you up unexpectedly and throw you into the pool. But he never did, which made you even more scared.

The sun was now setting. You went inside and took a shower. Zendaya had left, but Harrison was still around. He and Tom were just chilling in the porch, when you had already taken a shower and changed into something comfy. You decided to watch some TV in the living room. After a while, Harrison left to run a last minute errand, and Tom went inside and sat at the kitchen island. You felt him stare at you. You had caught a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye. He just sat there, a grin across his face. He made you feel uncomfortable, and he knew that. In fact, he was doing it on purpose. It’d been a while like this. Each now and then you moved uncomfortably, but through it all he never took his gaze off from you. Finally, he got up from his seat to take a place next to you. He’d been playing basketball, and the heat was too much he’d decided to take off his shirt. And here he was, sitting next to you, shirtless. It was getting harder for you to concentrate on the movie you’d been watching. He was still staring at you, which made this whole thing a lot harder to ignore. He shifted positions, and was now facing you. You noticed your breathing had gotten faster, and your heart was now racing as well. As he got closer you started getting kind of nervous. He brought his hand and put it under your chin, moving it so you were facing him. He looked at you with his gorgeous brown eyes. You felt like if you were going to melt, giving the fact he looked so hot right now. He had that ‘i want you right here, right now’ kind of look. You were so lost in his eyes you didn’t notice he moved you so you were now sitting across his lap. He took your face in his hands and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. You broke off the kiss and looked at him questioning his every move. “What?” he said kissing you again. “Nothing, it’s just that-” you were cut off by him closing the gap between you too again. “You were saying” he said a cheeky smirk on his face. “I was waiting all day, and nothing” “what do you mean?” of course he knew what you were talking about. You were talking about how you’d waited all day for him to get back at you, and nothing. “Well..” you said as you fidgeted with your fingers. “Back at the pool, after i…um…after i pushed you into the pool… you said you’d get back at me….and so far….well, nothing” he let out a chuckle. “Right….right..Forget about that, i was joking”. “It doesn’t seem like you were joking”. Again he laughed. “What?” you said seeing how he’s just reacted. “Well, Y/N, don’t you think that if i wanted to get back at you, i would’ve already done that’”. “I don’t know”. He smiled at you, gosh he thought you were cute. He would have re-thought his whole plan, but he wasn’t giving in. He placed his hand on your cheek. His hand felt warm against your skin, until finally he kissed you again. This kiss just as sweet as the other, except now full of desire. While he kissed you, and making sure not to break the kiss, he picked you up bridal style. You didn’t quite notice until you tried to break the kiss, but he wouldn’t let you, making you fall back into it. You didn’t notice where he was taking you, until you felt the fresh air. Oh no, you thought. He broke off the kiss, but you didn’t had enough time to stop him. Before you knew it you’d already hit the water. “TOM!” you screamed. You couldn’t believe him. As you surfaced you saw him there, not even containing his laugh. “Yes dear?” he said resuming his laughter. You let out a grunt, “I fucking hate you” you said looking at him as mad as you possibly could. “Aww, and I fucking love you”. The water was freezing so without a doubt you got out of there. Tom stopped, he looked at you. He thought you looked so freaking adorable when you were mad, especially if it was at him. Because deep down he knew you weren’t really mad. You walked over to him. You stood in front of him, soaking wet. You were so mad right now, but that feeling was slowly fading away, since he just looked so cute with that cheesy smile plastered on his face. It was then when you came up with a great idea. You moved towards him, until you were close enough. And then you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug, making sure to get him soaking wet as well. “Oh, Y/N” he whined. But he didn’t care. He hugged you as tightly as he could, slightly picking you up at the same time. When he finally put you down, he smiled at you like a lovesick puppy. “What?” you asked. “Nothing, you just look so cute, love” You couldn’t help but blush. And in that instant he pulled you in for a kiss. “Awww” you both heard someone say from behind as you stepped away from each other. It was no one else that Harrison, and he was standing there looking at the both of you. Again you blushed, which only made Tom pull you close to him. You quickly hid your face in his chest. “Come on, let’s get you inside before you catch a cold”, Tom said as the three of you made your way back inside.

Teardrops on Pavement- A Riverdale Imagine

Archie Andrews x Reader

A/N:  this request sort of fits one that i got from an annon, so i’m kinda combining them. ALSO- i’ve decided that this is the last request i’m doing from the old prompt list (to the requester, this has absolutely nothing to do with you, i just want a new list ❤️ ) i will be clearing out my inbox of requests for stories with the old prompts. i’m truly sorry if i didn’t get to yours, but feel free to request again when i get the new list. if you requested & it wasn’t with the old prompts, i’m keeping it, so don’t worry

Requested by: @outerspxce-jillian
“72, 78, and 88? Reader and Archie were dating while he had his little fling thing with Grundy and she asks him a whole bunch of questions? Basically just angst if you don’t mind. ❤️”

72. “Have you ever lied to me?”
77. “When’s that last time we went on a date?”
88. “I can’t believe you didn’t remember.“

Warnings: just angst (and a little sadness?) & some swearing

Word Count: 1038


He’d been acting strange for weeks now. Initially, I’d just written it off as nerves- between school starting back up, football, his music… I just figured he was anxious to see how the new school year would play out. But now, school’s started, and he’s acting even more strange- if that’s possible.

I decided that I was going to talk to him about it- he just didn’t know it yet. I finally reached his house after about twenty minutes of walking. Just in time, too, because it looks like it’s going to pour.

I knocked on the door, and after a few moments, a very disheveled looking Archie opens it. "Y/N?” he asks, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I was hoping we could talk,” I tell him.

He looks almost reluctant to let me in, but he says, “Yeah, sure.”

“How was your day?” I start easily.

“Okay. Yours?” he responds shortly. I just brush it off.

“Not too bad, I guess. Didn’t have any tests today, so that was nice. No biology homework either. I heard about what happened to that music teacher, though. I wonder what the whole story is,” I respond.

“Does it matter?” he glares from the couch. “She’s gone.”

I turn to look at him from my spot in the kitchen, and he truly looks like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world right now. That’s when I snap.

“Alright, what the hell is going on with you?” I shout, walking to stand straight in front of him. My outburst seems to have caught him off-guard.

“What are you talking about?” he questions.

“For weeks, you’ve been acting like a- a jerk! You hardly speak to me unless I force you to have a conversation, you’re always too busy to spend time together- I mean, *** When’s the last time we went on a date? *** And then you had Betty tell me that you were too sick to come to dinner with my parents-”


I stop, dead in my tracks. “What?”

“Nothing,” he says quickly.

“You had her lie to me?” I scoff. *** “I can’t believe you didn’t remember,“ *** I mumble. But then, "Actually, I can,” I tell him. “Because you’ve been so damn distracted lately with all these- these secrets! We’re supposed to be in a relationship, Archie! We’re supposed to be in this together!”

It’s silent for a few moments. Then, my voice breaking, I ask him, *** “Have you ever lied to me?” *** He looks up at me, his eyes full of something I can only assume is regret. But I continue. “You, Archie. Straight to my face. Not through Betty, or through your dad, you. Have you lied to me?”

His eyes float back down to the ground. “Yes.”

A tear runs down my check. Then another, and another. “When?”

He runs a hand over his face. “So many times.”

My breath catches in my throat, and I feel like I’m drowning. “Geraldine,” he says quietly.

“What?” I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper.

“The music teacher,” he explains, and I can tell that this is going to be disastrous. “Her name is Geraldine. And we were…together.”

It takes all of the energy in me to ask him when.

“Over the summer. All summer,” he answers quietly, and I know he’s crying. My first reaction is to reach out to him, to hug him, to wipe those tears- but then I just get angry.

“Screw you, Archie Andrews.”

He looks up at me, eyes full of tears. “What?”

“Screw. You.” As my anger rises, so does my volume. “You cheated on me!” I cry, voice loud, but still breaking. “All summer, I was worried. I thought something was wrong. At first, I thought maybe you were sick or something. I thought something might be seriously not okay. But then, when I saw you out with your friends, or at Pop’s with your dad, you looked so happy,” I spill, my voice dying on the last word. Archie’s sitting on the couch, shaking his head. “Then I started thinking, maybe…it was me. Maybe you were just tired of me.”

“Don’t say that,” I hear him whisper.

“I started thinking that I wasn’t good enough for you. Maybe if I was prettier, or smarter, or funnier, or more popular-”

“Stop,” Archie begs, standing up and grabbing my hands. “Please stop. Please don’t think any of those things.”

“You left me with nothing else to think,” I whisper, glaring into his eyes. “Why would I have ever guessed that you were having an affair with the music teacher?”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, staring at the ground once again.

“Sorry doesn’t fix this,” I spit, ripping my hands away from him and taking a step back, towards the door. “Sorry doesn’t fix us.”

I turn around and storm to the door. I hear him calling my name, begging me to wait, to please just stay and work this out with him. But it’s too late.

I walk out into the rain and begin my trek home, my tears blending with the raindrops on the pavement.

A Little Negelcted [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anon requested: “Could you do an imagine where you feel like Tim is ignoring you with all his dective stuff and you start to feel lonely but your afraid to show Tim how you feel so you just let it build up until one you just breakdown into tears and just holds you and fluff❤ ″

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1283



“What do you think?” you spun around towards your friends, giving them a little twirl as you did it to show off the gorgeous dress you were wearing. There were a chorus of ‘ooos’ and ‘aahs’ from all of them.

“This is perfect!” Steph cried, clapping her hands together. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Cass walked up to you and gave you a bright smile. “You look lovely.” She pulled you towards the girls.

“Yes! It looks amazing on you.” Barbara agreed, smoothing the skirt so there were no creases. “Tim will be speechless.”

You blushed at her statement and glanced down at your feet. You had high hopes that he’ll like the dress, you spent hours choosing the perfect one with the girls. Everything for the date less than an hour from now had to be absolutely perfect.

Noticing your worried state, Steph said, “calm down will you? You’re fine.”

“Yeah, it’s your boyfriend, not some stranger.” Harper added with a slight smirk.

“I know, I know…” you mumbled, turning back around to look at yourself, “it’s just, we haven’t gone out in forever. He’s always busy with a new case or two, he never spends time with me anymore.” By the end of the little speech your voice fell to a whisper as tears threatened to fall. You weren’t going to lie that you missed your boyfriend, but you hadn’t said anything because you didn’t want to sound selfish and needy.

“Oh [F/N],” Kate cooed, “tonight will go flawlessly. You’re overthinking.”

“I guess…” you sighed, taking a look at your reflection one last time before heading out to the restaurant Tim promised to meet you at.

You glanced at your watch for the hundredth time, frowning at it. Tim was thirty minutes late.

As you sat, waiting for your date to arrive there was a beep from your phone, indicating that you received a message. Opening it, you saw that it was from Tim.

Sorry, can’t make it tonight :(

You stared at the message in disappointment and sadness before closing your phone and getting up from the table. You hadn’t eaten dinner yet, but you weren’t feeling hungry anymore. As you made your way out of the restaurant, you thought about how Tim just ditched you like that. You two had been planning this date for months, delaying it every time it came closer and you had accepted his apology each delay.

You were angry at him, but more than that, you were incredibly upset. You felt like you didn’t even have a boyfriend now, since he was slaving every waking hour on another case or two.

You were lonely more than anything, and you hated the feeling of loneliness, for when that happened your inner demons would torture you relentlessly. It followed you everywhere, and it got to the point where you just couldn’t bear it anymore, so you went to bed, hoping it would go away.

It was past midnight when you heard the door to yours and Tim’s shared bedroom open. You recognized the familiar footsteps, his quiet shuffling as he tried to slip into his pajamas without making too much noise.

You felt the bed dip as Tim slipped under the covers next to you, and instantly his arms found your body. His fingers were cold against your skin, it made you shiver, which alerted Tim that you’re awake.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled, his voice weary and weak, “I know you were looking forward to the date today.”

You sighed quietly, knowing from the tone of his voice that he truly regretted his actions. Tim was a workaholic who aimed to please those around him. He was much too selfless for his own good. Whenever something arose he was always the one to take care of it because he would rather be the one to handle the burden. He really didn’t mean to abandon you, it was just his nature to put others before him, and to him being around you was a reward for him. Therefore before he allowed himself such luxury he made himself get through each and every case he had.

And because of that, you accepted his apology, even with the pain of him neglecting you being as excruciating as a knife being plunged into your heart.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty spot next to you. Tim was already gone, most likely in front of his computer typing away. The only indication of him ever being next to you was the creases on the mattress and the fading warmth of his body.

The sight made you sigh once more. You wanted to wake up to his face, to see his eyes and hear his groggy morning voice, but he had abandoned you once again for his duties.

You shouldn’t be upset, he was doing good in this world, but you still wanted him to be there.

You didn’t see Tim again until late at night, when he dragged himself to bed. You were up waiting for him, and your face lit up when you saw him enter.

“Tim! You’re finally back.”

“Yeah.” he offered you a tired smile before discarding his clothes and getting into bed with a huff. Your smile slid off your face.

He didn’t even give you a kiss.

The thought made tears form in your eyes and a lump formed in your throat.

You tried being patient, but you knew you were at your limit and on the verge of a breakdown. Attempting to blink back the tears, you lied down, your back facing Tim as you tried to will yourself to keep it together. However, soon you were quietly sobbing as tears fell from your eyes.

“[F/N]?” you heard Tim ask, picking up on your crying. “[F/N], what’s wrong?”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, urging you to turn to face him. Instead, you say up and wiped the tears off your face.

“N-Nothing.” you muttered, failing miserably to convince your boyfriend.

He turned your face towards him and cupped your cheeks, looking at you in concern. His eyes were filled with worry, fear and sadness as he scanned your face. “Hey… what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“It’s… it’s stupid really.” you stammered, looking away. “I just miss you… that’s all. I-I barely see you or spend time with you anymore because you’re always so busy and-and I wish that we had more time together.” By the end of it, you had tears falling down your cheeks again.

Seeing you cry, Tim felt tears welled in his eyes. He hated seeing you sad and the sight broke his heart.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” he cooed rather frantically, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt this way.” His heart sank as he thought back to the past few months and realized that you were correct. He barely spent any time with you, and he should have. He felt like he had failed as your lover and as your best friend. He was the one who made you feel lonely, he was the one who made you cry.

“[F/N], look at me.” he said firmly, “I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay? I’ll make up for the past few months.” He placed a kiss on your forehead and brought your head to his chest. You could hear his rapid heartbeat–he was afraid this was going to drive you away.

“I love you.” he whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

You nodded slowly, closing your eyes and relishing the feeling of having him there with you.

For the first time in months, you felt loved.

Near Dead End

Request:  I heard your doing request for baby driver!! I was wondering when you are free if you can do an imagine with Baby? You can pick the prompt but can it be a little bit angsty and more fluff. Thanks so much !!

A/N: This got a hella ton angstier than I meant it to, I’m sorry. But I actually really like how it turned out??? I don’t know, please try to send me some feedback! 

White lights and beeping machines filled Baby’s senses as he woke up. His vision was blurry as he sat up, not understanding the tubes in his arms that weighed him down. Groaning, he also realized his tinnitus was worse, the ringing he heard growing louder. Fantastic.

As his vision began to clear, he took a good look at the room around him. He was in a hospital bed surrounded by machines. A drip was attached to the tube that was inserted into the vein near the junction of his elbow. That must’ve been what weighed him down a minute ago. Everything was starting to make sense to him, except why he was here. He didn’t remember a thing.

Observing around him, he saw a call button on the night stand by his bed. It was placed rather far, he noted, as he stretched his entire upper half to reach it. Just barely, he clicked the edge of the red button. He faintly heard shuffling out his door.

Within seconds, three nurses and one doctor walked in, all seemingly fascinated by his consciousness.

“Miles?” the doctor asked. He was a middle-aged man, gray peeking out of his brunette hair. “Miles, do you feel okay?”

Baby barely heard the man through the ringing. He nodded, looking at the nurses while the changed his IV. He watched them before turning back to the doctor and asking, “Why am I here?”

The older man sighed as if it was a long story and sat on the edge of Baby’s bed. “You were in a rather bad car accident. In a run from the police, you’d lost control of the car and flew over a median. Your car flipped three times, Miles.”

“Was there anyone else in the car with me?” Baby immediately asked. The doctor hadn’t even answered and he already felt guilt eating at him.

“Two other men, but they were both released to the police a week ago.”

Baby began to calm down before he realized what he said. “Wait, a week ago? How long have I been here?”

“You’ve been in a comatose state for 23 days.”

Dread instantly filled him. He had been in a coma for a little over three weeks. Joe probably had no idea where he was, he had no one to care for him. And Y/N, she was probably worried sick. He had to get to her someh-

He broke out of his thought as he heard Styrofoam and cardboard clatter to the floor. Looking up, there you stood, wide eyed, cheap coffee spilt on the hospital floor. You both made eye contact. Slowly, you began to walk towards the bed, not believing your eyes. Then a smile started to form on your face and tears began to fall.

“Baby, you’re awake. I can’t believe you’re awake.” You instantly shot forward and hugged him, forcing him to let out a grunt. He must’ve had bruising everywhere because the hug really hit him. But nonetheless, he hugged you back tightly. You sat like that for a few minutes until you slowly pulled away. Your eyes still stayed on him.

Baby noticed that the doctor and nurses had left the room. And the ringing had stopped ever since you came in.

Baby didn’t even notice he was smiling until you said, “For someone who almost died, you seem kind of happy.”

He continued to grin as he took your hand. “You’re here.”

She slowly slid her hand away. “Yeah, well I had to get to Doc to find out where you were.” She wasn’t even looking at him anymore. “Oh, and don’t worry about Joe, I’ve been taking care of him.”

“I’m sorr-“

You cut him off, standing up from the bed. “’Sorry’ isn’t actually going to cut it this time, Baby. It’s not just you when you’re out on that road, you have people to take care of. You can’t just drive recklessly and think you’re the only one getting hurt. Joe needs you, I need you. When you drive, we might as well be in the backseat.”

“I’ll drive safer.”

“You say that every time!” You felt close to hysterics, angry tears streaming down your cheeks. “But you lied. You weren’t safe, and you almost got yourself killed. If you were going any faster, you wouldn’t even be here right now for me to yell at.” Finally sitting back on the bed, you grabbed his hand tightly. “Please find a way out, Baby, please. I don’t want the next time I see you to be in a morgue.”

The room fell silent as you both just stared at each other. Baby raised a shaky hand to your face and wiped away some smeared mascara. You looked like a mess. He had worried you enough to be this way. “I can promise you that you’ll never have to do that. I’ll find a way to stop driving for Doc. I’ll search for any way out that I can. Because you’re-“ The words caught in his throat as he got choked up, his own eyes welling with tears. “You’re right. I was reckless, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. And I never want you to go through what you just went through ever again.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and cried into his neck. He held you with all he had, lifting you so that you were lying next to him.

“I love you so much, Baby,” you mumbled into his skin.

He buried his nose into your hair and shut his eyes. “I love you, too. I’m not going anywhere.”

I’ve seen them come and go.
I’ve seen them make her feel on top of the world and then they pull the rug up from under her feet.
I hope you’re different. I hope you’re stronger. I hope you understand her and don’t turn another way at the first, ‘Road Work Ahead’ sign you see.
She’s complex and very hesitant, if you stay you’ll understand why.
She deserves the best.
Seeing her broken down by so many people just looking for a challenge has made me despise the human race.
Be better than her past.
Tell her she looks like a goddess in her yellow dress.
Prove to her not everyone is a coward.
Show her what it’s like to be with someone genuine.
Take her to see puppies and take a million pictures of her playing with them, even when she tears herself down with lies saying she looks like garbage.
And god dammit, remind her that another persons arms aren’t a jail cell.
—  a PSA from a very apprehensive best friend.
Take it Out on Me

Originally posted by forassgard

(Steve Rogers x Reader) 

After everything he went back to them, leaving Steve broken and you to try and pick up the pieces.

Words: 2021 Warnings: Angst, sad Steve, language

An: Just a little something, got a new part to Bad Habit on tuesday and Mischief on thursday. :) x

Tags: @lexbugz, @goal-mine

(Let me know if you want to be added/removed to Steve fics or anything else!)

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Losing Bucky to Hydra had broken him, you saw him slip away more and more each day. He would deny it, tell everyone he was fine, but you knew, beneath the facade he put up, behind the false smiles and empty words he was losing himself to his depression. Every bit of news about Bucky made things worse, every act he committed for Hydra was another weight on Steve’s shoulders, another reminder he had failed his friend.

It was another damage control mission, the latest in an endless list since the Winter Soldier had returned to Hydra. Fury had intel Bucky was due to raid the SHIELD base for files on a new serum and you were there to stop him killing everyone to get them. By the time you arrived, half the base was dead or injured and the files had been uploaded to Hydra.

Steve’s hands were shaking as he aimed the gun at Bucky, his shield discarded beside him. Bucky was mirroring Steve’s stance, but he didn’t waver, didn’t show any signs of emotion.

“Please Buck, don’t make me do this,” Steve pleaded, getting no reaction from his friend, “you have to stop killing people, this isn’t you.”

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On Her Own

Character/Pairing: Female!Reader x Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer

Word Count: 577

Warnings: Angst


This is my entry for Laura’s (@just-another-busy-fangirl​ ) 1K Followers Musical Challenge. 
Song Prompt: ‘On My Own’ - Les Miserables 


I’m not that keen on writing angst but the song was great for it, I just hope I’m able to make you all a little bit sad at least.

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On Her Own

She yawns as the final credits roll down the black screen, matching the dark room around her and she covers her mouth with cold, numb fingers that barely feel hers anymore. With watery eyes - as a combination of tiredness and the bittersweet ending of the film- she sniffs and wipes her nose with the end of the long sleeve of the borrowed flannel she’s wearing.

She shivers as a cold breeze reaches the exposed skin of her thighs inside the oversized garment, shaking her right hand finds the pad, moving around a bit until the little arrow appears and she double clicks away, finally finding what she’s looking for.

The old pictures make a sad smile tug at the sides of her lips and tears finally spill from the corner of her bloodshot eyes.

“Feeling sentimental,” a deep voice asks from behind, provoking goosebumps all over her body. Yet, she doesn’t answer and scrolls to the next picture.

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anonymous asked:

An imagine where Theo is having severe ptsd and Liam/Scott/whoever decides he needs to see a therapist, but Theo doesn't want to go to therapy alone.

Your suffering is my command.

He lays on the bed in the dark, cuddled into a pillow, he sniffs as his body shakes with his crying. He presses the pillow closer and clutches it hard as another sob leaves his body. He’s been like this for a full hour now. Stopping and starting, over and over. He doesn’t even know why he is upset for. He has suffered so much before, acted so strong and held himself together, but its times like this when he can’t pretend anymore. He takes a big shaking breath and rubs the wetness of his face, for a little time he falls quiet, his hand stroking the side of the pillow. He sniffs again and closes his eyes, hearing a car driving down the street, the lights shining around the ceiling but he ignores it. He stays there until he falls asleep.

Downstairs Liam watches as Scott places the room, the Alpha looks troubled. Liam knows why.

“What sort of help Liam? Theo doesn’t seem to need our help” Scott reasoned “And, why would he?”

“He needs help” Liam listened to upstairs, but there was no sound of walking coming from the room above. “Scott, it’s the third time this week, and last week he barely slept, he was shouting about his sister in his sleep and we did that to him- “

“Theo did that to her” Scott knew he shouldn’t get angry with Liam, but it was hard

“I know, but I was the one who got him out of there. He’s not the same as he used to be, he’s different now and there’s something wrong with him. Last night he was just sat up in bed for ages, just looking at the floor, for hours. He’s up there now and I know he’s crying. He does that a lot too, there is just something wrong with him, he doesn’t sleep and when he does he wakes up screaming his sister’s name, he gets confused and looks around the room as if he doesn’t believe he’s really here”

Scott sat on the sofa next to Liam. Conflicted over wanting to help, but not wanting to get hurt. Not yet ready to forgive the person who killed him. He remembered Theo’s maniac expression as he sunk his claws into Scott’s chest. His mind flickered to the boy who smiled at him in the rain, approaching Scott as an old friend returning home. He remembered the concerned boy in the locker room, sitting down next to him to tell him lies and deceit. He sees the fake tears falling down Theo’s face as he teary tells Scott the lies about Stiles killing Donovan

“Are you sure? Absolutely sure this isn’t an act?” Scott warned.
Liam took a while to answer, but then he nodded
“I’m sure. It’s real”

Long soggy hair strands covering her ghostly pale face… the stench of rotten flesh… the decaying bones all ripped open… Her hand pulling out his heart.
Theo leaped up and slammed his head into the headboard, the pillow hitting the floor. A yelp escaped Theo’s mouth and his stomach churned, making him dash to the bathroom, making it just in time. Coughing he flushed the toilet and washes his mouth out. Then washing his face. His hair stuck up untidy, his eyes red and puffy, his face pale. His eyes looked red. He was a mess. He filled a cup with water and sat on the bathtub drinking, his hand shaking as his other checked to make sure his heart was there still. His hands were freezing cold, so were his feet, but the rest of him felt clammy and hot. He wanted to get his hoodie from downstairs so went down the stairs to get it, stopping as he heard Liam talking to Scott.
About him.

“Maybe I should ask my dad to talk to him? Your mother doesn’t really get on with him. He really needs help, isn’t there medication for this? I – I give him Risperdal the other day, he was so upset, he was shaking and he couldn’t breathe right, I don’t know what was happening to him, it used to make me tried so I give him some, he doesn’t know, I crushed some in his drink. It calmed him down a little, he managed to sleep, but I can’t keep drugging him”

Theo frowned, remembering earlier this week when he became really sleeping and went to bed early. Liam didn’t seem surprised. Theo vowed to be more careful around the younger boy.

“Liam, you can’t just drug Theo” Scott sounded exhausted
“I know! I won’t do it again. I thought I was helping him…” Liam muttered.

The step Theo was on groaned, the two boys stopped talking.  Theo closed his eyes hard and opened them when he heard Liam say his name from the room.

“Theo?” Liam’s head came from the sitting room. Theo’s eyebrow raised “Just getting- a drink” Theo shrugged, walking down and past Liam, seeing Liam noticing how rough he looks.

Scott followed Theo into the kitchen. Theo didn’t make eye contact with the Alpha, didn’t look around at him.
“At the hospital they do one to one appointments, my mom does them often without patients. Stiles went once. Maybe you should drop in. Liam says you’ve been having a bad time?”
Theo still didn’t look up; his shoulder was tucked into his neck. He lowered it, trying to relax a little. A hot tear ran down Theo’s face.  He blinked the others away and just nodded. Taking his time making a drink without letting Scott see his tears. It had gotten to the point where even Scott pitied him. He drank slowly, still facing away from Scott until the other boy walked out the room. Theo stayed in there, alone, his lips moving by themselves, sometimes shaking, other times moving to the side. He traced his finger over drops of water around the sink.

He heard the door opening and closing… Scott had left.

“Maybe you should think of going.” Liam came back “It may help you. What you said happened down there with the skinwalkers- “Theo turned around and Liam seen just how tired the other boy looked, how broken he was “You don’t have to face it alone Theo. I can ask my dad, he knows therapist and Melissa, she has access to medication. Maybe its stress you are suffering from, maybe- “Liam broke off. Theo’s eyes were all watery, his lip moving by itself. He looked so much younger. 

Right away Liam went to him and held him. Stroking the back of Theo’s head, he heard the other boy asking Liam to come with him. 


Damon x Reader

You felt it before he’d even entered the building. The raw power that could only belong to him, all feeling of safety and confidence vanished and once you spotted him through the crowd, you hurried towards the stairs.

“Ah, where are we going?” Damon tutted as he stepped in front of you and you froze. “I was surprised when I heard about the party.”

“It is traditional.” You mumbled without holding his eye contact.

“So is retiring to your Sire’s side.” He pointed out and you shuffled your feet, smiling at people who stopped to congratulate you.

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Part 1

Warning: mention of rape and abuse!

It feels weird to live in a house with constant water and electricity again. But it also weird to be reunited with your old friends, even when most of them are already dead.
And they changed.
Not in the negative way as far as you can say, but they did.
Especially Rick whose blue eyes became cold and kind of wary whenever he looks at you and thinks you don’t see it.

“What happened after the farm? Were you with a group?”

“ I was alone.”

He didn’t believe you.
Even when it was the truth.
Well, kind of. You were with a group, but it was involuntary.
And you were alone in the small room with the dreary grey walls and the few blankets on the ground.
You can’t tell him and the others. You probably should, but you don’t know how they’ll react.
How Rick will react.

With a sigh you step in the shower, warm water streams down your body and you close your eyes in enjoyment. The shampoo smells delightful tangy as you spread it over your body. You grimace as your hands slide over the bulging scars where they marked you. Fighting against the nausea in your stomach and you quickly concentrate on washing your hair. Hot tears watering your eyes as you rush out of the shower and pull the big towel around your body like it could protect you.
As you look in the mirror you see nothing more than the image of the young woman you used to be. There was a time where you were proud of your body, but when you look now on the clearly visible ribs and hipbones…
“(Y/N)? I’ve some clothes for you. Can I come in?”
It’s Michonne, Rick’s girlfriend and from what you’ve heard a good fighter. You like her and her calm nature.
“Yea, come in.”
“Here.” She smiles and gives you the clothes, her eyes laying on the scar in your face. “You know that you can trust Rick, right?”
“Can I when he doesn’t even trust me?” You ask quietly.
“He does trust you, he’s just worried.” She watches you through the mirror. “He talked about you.”

Of course, he did. He had to explain who you are.

“Before I mean and also Andrea spoke about you.”


“You let it sound like I’m something special.” You narrow your eyes at her.
“You were to them.” She chuckles and heads to the door, turning one last time around. “Supergirl.”
Against your will you snort amused. Glenn gave you the nickname after he saw you fighting the first time and after some time everyone called you like that. Also Daryl, even when it was more ironical.
With a better feeling you go downstairs after you got dressed, looking for Rick. A smile appears on your face as you find him in the kitchen where he feeds Judith. Some of the baby food is on his right cheek, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.
“Hey, can we talk when you’re done?” You ask and sit down across from them.
“We can now.” Rick nods as Judith suddenly puts her head on his shoulder and yawns.
“Ok.” Thickly swallowing you look at him as the first tears run down your cheeks. “I-I lied to you. I was with a group…”
A bitter laugh leaving your mouth. “… or let’s say they forced me to stay with them.”
“What happened?”

You were so happy that you found a group, even when you weren’t sure if you should go with them. Most of them were men, but also a few women.
But it was your best chance to get away from the streets and so you followed them to the building and didn’t question it as they locked you in a room.
“We need to be sure that we can trust you.” One of them said and you believed him.
They gave you food and water and also let you shower.

“I was so stupid, Rick.” Your hands are trembling as you wipe the tears from your face. “I thought I found the heaven with all the food they had and water. But it was hell.”
You can see that he knows what comes now, anger flickers in his eyes.

They drugged you, otherwise you can’t explain the dizzy feeling in your head. A painful yelp escaped your mouth as they threw you to the ground and pulled for your jeans and panties.
A pool of blood built between your legs as they forced themselves in you, pressing your head and upper body to the ground as you tried to crawl away.

You stop as Rick’s fist meets the table and Judith let out a whine.
“They did that to your face, right?”
“They did more.” You admit quietly and stand up.
While you’re taking a deep breath, you pull your shirt over the head. His eyes widen in shock and he shakes his head like he can’t believe it.
“I quickly learned that my screams… my screams turned them even more on.” You get back in your shirt and sit down again. “So, I tried to stay in silence.”
He nods understands and reaches out for your hand. Your fingers interlock with each other and the old feeling of friendship you shared is back.
It feels good, so good.
“How did you…”
“Escaped? I don’t know. One night there was a fight and one of them forgot to lock the door. I just ran.” You shrug slightly.
“Where is the building?”

Revenge. He wants revenge.  

“I don’t know. I barely remember the way, only that it’s in the woods.”
“Ok, ok…” He says and pulls back as Judith sobs quietly. “But you’ve to give me something, (Y/N), so that I can help you.”
“I just.. there was name they mentioned again and again.” With a frown you try to think about the night when you ran away.
It’s like your brain erased it.
“Tell me the name.”
You look up at him. “Negan.. the name was Negan.”

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Little Lovers

Request: (rebel) YAY YOU’RE BACK YEET OKAY SO I just want a newt cute imagine way back when they’re in WICKED (before they get sent into the maze) and they keep getting teased by the others for being such an adorable little couple but everyone secretly loves them together and when they get in stupid arguments everyone acts like it’s the end of the world and idk just YOUNG NEWT PLZ N THANKS.

Warnings: none

Newt held your hand as you both walked around the WICKED facility. Your other friends Alby, Minho, Thomas, and Teresa were all behind you two, whispering. They were giggling and hushing, making you wonder what they were talking about.

“What is it, guys?” You finally asked, stopping in your tracks.

“What’s what?” Minho tried to play innocent.

You shot him a glare. “You know what I mean. The whispering and laughing!” 

Newt nodded, not really saying anything. He only squeezed your hand. 

Everyone exchanged glances, biting their lower lips. Finally Teresa spoke up, her cheeks flushed a little.

“Newt and Y/N sitting in a tree!” She grinned.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Everyone else chimed in.

You and Newt both blushed hard, turning as bright as tomatoes. The other cackled and laughed hard. They always did this. Everyone always teased you and Newt. Little children running around and calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. It was disgustingly cute. 

“We don’t kiss!” Newt finally spoke. “…Often.”

That earned howls from the others. Once again, your skin heated up. Newt’s did as well.

As time passed, everyone messed around. The room was filled with chatter and cackles of laughter. Everything was going fine. There was more teasing from the others about you and Newt. You two even kissed a few times in front of them, which was something you two normally did in private.

“The Munies… heh, it’s such a funny word,” Teresa chuckled. Someone had brought up the Flare and the Immune people. It turned into a whole serious conversation about how could people be immune to some disease that randomly started a few years ago?

“At least we’re all Munies,” Thomas grinned. 

“Yeah, we don’t gotta worry about the Cranks!” You chirped.

Newt frowned. He wasn’t immune, but had never told you. He was afraid you’d worry too much. The only person he told was Minho. They exchanged glances, both frowning and going silent. It was evident something was wrong.

“Newt?” You frowned, “what’s the matter?”

“Uh… nothing.” He looked away from you. 

Everyone’s stomach dropped. Something was wrong. Although everyone teased the both you mercilessly, they still adored your relationship. It was cute and quirky and perfect.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Newt sighed, taking a huge breath. “I’m not… I’m not immune. I’m not a Munie.”

Your heart dropped and almost everyone gasped. You didn’t know what to say or how to react.

“You’re not immune? But you told me you were! Why would you lie to me? Why would you hide that from me?” You fumed. You were becoming angrier by the second. But you were so upset that anger only showed through.

“I didn’t want to worry you–”

“So you lie to me?” 

The others began freaking out. No one ever liked it when you two came to a disagreement. It wasn’t fun for anyone, and no one wanted you to break up. The relationship was too cute.

“I didn’t want you to worry, Y/N! I don’t have the Flare, I’ve been checked.”

“But you still lied. You know how I feel about lying. I’ve never lied to you! Ever!”

Tears fell down your cheeks. He didn’t have the Flare now, but what about later? He could somehow catch it later. Then he’d turn into a Crank. The thoughts came rolling in, and you couldn’t stand it.

“I’m going to my room.”

You stood up without another word. Newt tried to reason with you, but you shrugged him off and left. You didn’t care if everyone witnessed it.

“Y/N?” Newt entered your room after some time. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know how to. It wasn’t the best news to hear. I’m the only one who’s not a Munie… I didn’t want to worry you or anyone.”

“I’m just… concerned. You don’t have the Flare now, but what about later on? I don’t want you to get it. I don’t want you to turn into a Crank. Newt, I can’t have you leave me. I already had my family ripped away from me, I can’t lose you, too–”

“You’re not going to lose me. Never will, you’re stuck with me.”

You were crying all over again as Newt hugged you tightly. He rocked you back and forth gently, caressing your hair. 

“I love you.”

“I love you.” A sniffle escaped you, and you wiped your nose. 

There was knock, and then came entering the clan. Thomas and Teresa were there despite not being allowed to anymore. No one was supposed to be talking to anyone, but obviously that rule was being broken.

“Have you guys made up yet?” Alby asked.

“Yeah, we don’t like it when you two argue,” added Minho.

You and Newt quickly looked at each other. Small grins were exchanged before looking back at the group. You both nodded. Everyone cheered, entering the room all the way. A group hug quickly took place, and for now, everything was okay.

anonymous asked:

So did Ouma enjoy telling lies? I remember reading one of your older metas saying that lying wasn't something he necessarily enjoyed, but him doing it as often as he did made me sorta think otherwise? Also could you go into detail about "gentle lies"?

I’ve been getting quite a lot of questions about this particular subject later, so I thought I might answer them altogether like this!

The short answer to “did Ouma enjoy lying” is—well, yes and no. The long answer is a bit more complex, because it all depends on what kind of lies, who he’s lying to, and his own desire to construct and maintain a very carefully crafted façade so that no one would ever get close to him or figure out “the real him.”

One way to put it might be that Ouma very much liked the idea of lying, as long as it was used the right way, for the right purposes. He’s very much a prankster at heart, and like any good prankster, he’s pretty open about enjoying deception in the small scale. Tricks, jokes, pranks—all of these things when done right are relatively harmless and they’re all various forms of lies. And most importantly, from Ouma’s perspective, they’re all fun.

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