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ink-stained skin // reggie mantle soulmate au

Ink-stained Skin

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Summary: Reggie attempts to contact his soulmate through words written on his skin. (Y/N) attempts to push her soulmate away.


(Y/N) sighed as the writing appeared on her skin. It had read:

‘I got football captain!‘ 

with a smiley face drawn at the end. Pushing herself up from her seat, she made her way towards the bathroom in hope of getting rid of the ink incorporated into her skin. It had been the third time in a week that her soulmate had written to her and it had been the third time in a week she had ignored the words he wrote.

She didn’t want to push him away but she also didn’t want to be with Reggie Mantle, the guy, who on most days had an iQ lower than her six year old cousin. Sure, he was built like a God and sure, he had enough sporting ability to make up for the lack of hers but she couldn’t be with him. Of course, she couldn’t be with him, not when they spent ever waking moment disagreeing over the simplest things. She knew it was him, however she tried her hardest to hide her identity from him.

He had tried to figure out who the person he was destined to be with ever since he realised that they existed.

He was eight when he first realised that his soulmate existed. Unlike the rest of his friends, he didn’t have a name etched into his skin, neither did he have a countdown on the wrist of his prominent arm. To Reggie, there was no sign of him having a soulmate. Until the very day, he saw a messy sketch of what seemed to be a rose appear on his right forearm during math class. He gazed around the room, wondering if it was anyone he already knew. Every year since, on the exact date, a rose appeared on his right forearm.

The sign of his soulmate’s existence that caused him to reach out to them occurred when he was thirteen. He felt a pain in his ankle that caused him to drop to the ground in the midst of a soccer game, clutching it in hopes it would stop the pain.

Later that evening, he picked up the purple sharpie that sat atop of his wooden desk and pressed it against his skin, doodling a frowning face, following it with the words:

‘I hope u r okay.’

He sat waiting for a response from his soulmate, shaking his leg impatiently. He sat waiting for a response; after an hour of waiting, he attempted to contact her again, etching the words:

‘ur probably asleep, i hope u get well soon’ 

and followed it with a doodle of himself.

She stared at his writing, only just noticing how messy it was. Analysing it closely, she realised it was his writing. It was Reggie Mantle’s writing. She recognised it from anywhere. Who wouldn’t recognise their lab partner’s writing?

It had been two weeks since Reggie had wrote to (Y/N) informing him of his new title as the captain of the Riverdale bulldogs.

She felt upset but she didn’t know why. She wasn’t that into Reggie. Looking down at her arm, she noticed a drawing of a sad face followed with the words:

‘silent treatment?’

She let out a small laugh at the words, deciding it would be an appropriate time to reply. After eight years of ignoring him, she finally replied to his words.


She sighed, maybe she had judged Reggie before even giving him a chance. “Oh god, what’s gotten you in this state? Is it Mantle?” Kevin spoke, earning his best friend’s attention. “So when are you going to fuck him?”

(Y/N) spun around in her chair and dragged herself toward him and smacked his arm. “I hate you.”

“Does he even know his infamous soulmate is you?”

“No and he’s not going to find out until we graduate!”

(Y/N) was about to join Kevin on her bed, when she felt a tickling sensation on her left forearm. She smiled at his response, his words making him seem like an excited child during Christmas.

Reggie looked down at his arm, smiling to himself. She had finally written back. “Dude, she wrote back.” he grinned “Andrews, she finally wrote back!”

“I’m happy for you, cap but coach wants us on the field.”

He spent all of practise counting down the minutes until he could reply to his soulmate. He was unsure whether his soulmate was a female or a male but it never really mattered to him.

After showering, he picked up a pen only to notice that his soulmate had drawn a small rabbit on her left wrist. For most of the eight years he knew of his soulmate’s existence, he had always thought that they were left handed, as the drawing of the rose always seemed to appear on his right forearm. He took his place next to Archie, waiting for coach Clayton to enter the locker room with the information about their next game.

Archie looked over at his smitten captain, knowing that there was no way he would be paying attention to a word their Coach had said, too infatuated with the new drawing on his arm. “She actually wrote back. What is she doing?” he mumbled to himself, pulling his phone out from the back pockets of his jeans, wanting to text her.

Reggie was pulled out of his trance as he heard Archie’s mumbled words, his eyes widening slightly, Archie must’ve known who his soulmate was. “She? You know my soulmate!”

“Reggie, calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Reggie nudged Archie playfully “Tell me.”


(Y/N) could barely react before Kevin snatched her phone off her and answered Archie’s incoming call. She let out a groan, knowing that it would be related to Reggie.

“You’re writing back to Reggie? (Y/N), that’s a disaster waiting to happen.” Archie exclaimed as soon as she answered, causing Kevin to laugh. “You’ll never be able to hide your identity from him until graduation if you continue replying.”

“My god, Andrews, you sound like you’re in the midst of a mental breakdown.” Kevin scoffed “Plus, she’s only just started drooling over Mantle.”

“I’m coming over! I’m bringing food!”

Reggie sat in his car waiting for Moose to get back with their food. Looking at himself in the rear-view mirror, he noticed a bruise had formed on his bicep. Instantly, he picked up a pen and wrote to her, drawing a winking face

'how did u get ur bruise? hope you haven’t been fighting’

Within a few seconds, his soulmate had already responded.

'SORRY!!!! the door handle was a lot higher than i expected. hope you didn’t feel it.’

Reggie let out a small laugh, not even realising that Moose had joined him in the car.

“Dude, you’re whipped and you don’t even know who this person is. What if it’s some old dude who’s kidnapped your soulmate and is trying to lure you to his house?” Moose groaned. “You did order a steak burrito right?”

A new semester meant new classes, new activities. (Y/N) slumped into her seat during home room, Kevin to her right and Reggie sat behind him. He glanced up from his desk, only to be met with Kevin, whose head instantly shot back to face his best friend.

“Got a problem, Keller?” He spoke, earning a scoff from (Y/N) “You too, (L/N)?”

“Don’t inflate your ego any further there, Reginald. It might burst.” (Y/N) responded, turning back to face the front, not wanting to speak to him any further.

(Y/N) then realised the reason why she had been so hesitant to reveal who she was to him. It was because he was one of the most egotistical people she knew and the person she spoke to through her ink-stained skin was nothing like the person she knew.

As soon as the bell rang, (Y/N) pushed herself out in attempt to beat the crowd that would be gathering in front of her locker. As she rushed, she failed to weave through the desk, hitting her hip on the corner. She let out a groan, clutching her hip instantly.

Reggie felt the pain grow in his hip as he watched (Y/N) try to groan and walk the pain out. His eyes widening and a gasp falling from his lips.

“It’s you. You’re my soulmate.”

anonymous asked:

How about, in the dorms, they play the worlds biggest game of the floor is lava. Like, not even Tokoyami or Bakugou can resist the game simply because of childhood memories. They place cushions on the stairs so people can go to different floors. Just the kids playing the floor is lava


there are no friends. you have no allies. everyone is out to get you, everyone is out to win, and they will sabotage everyone else in order to secure victory. 

quirks are allowed. because of this, Uraraka and Tokoyami are some of the hardest to knock out of the competition. Uraraka can just make herself float, or make objects hover and jump between them. she’ll cancel out her powers and cause whatever poor soul who happened to be the floating armchair to fall onto the floor. Tokoyami, of course, has his Shadow.

Bakugou, Kaminari or Todoroki take Tokoyami out first. their quirks are the worst match up for Tokoyami, and just like in the sports festival, it all ends rather quickly. 

Kaminari is often taken out fast. partially because he doesn’t wanna hurt anyone with his quirk. partially because he’s just. naturally clumsy.

there are debates about whether Todoroki’s ice counts as lava or as an object. Todoroki insists that it should count as an object because it’s ice, but Mineta and Kaminari think it’s cheating and should be counted as him touching the floor.

Kirishima is REALLY DIFFICULT to knock out because he can make himself hard and block all attacks. he’s usually one of the last few in the game.

Sero can use his tape to bounce from object to object. the only way to knock him out is if you body slam him, or cut his tape mid-swing. he’ll also use his tape to grab onto unsuspecting people to make them stumble and fall to their dramatic deaths. he’s great at knocking people out.

Aoyama is easy to knock to the floor. it’s hard to use his laser indoors and he’s not as agile as the others. he’s usually the first to go.

Mineta is goddamn hard to pick off. his balls stick to ANYTHING and sometimes he’ll just stick to walls and stay out of the chaos. he’ll also throw his balls at people in order to knock them off their balance–they end up in really odd positions, stuck upside down to the side of the counter, or sideways on the back of the couch. either way, they can’t get off and they’re forced to forfeit. 

Momo is somewhere in the middle. she’s great at making objects to defend or help herself, but sometimes it takes too long to make them and she’s knocked out before she can dodge.

Shouji is VERY HARD to knock off balance. but he finds it easy to take people out (in non-harmful ways; even if it’s a competition, he’s not gonna accidentally hurt his classmates). HOWEVER, sometimes his size makes it hard for him to jump onto the smaller objects and he’ll fall over thanks to his own weight.

Tsuyu is queen. she’s super quick and agile and able to stick to anything, and her tongue makes it easy for her to sabotage the others. she is ruthless. (tho she apologizes after every ‘attack’)

Mina has AMAZING reflexes and is hard to hit. she’s usually taken out by her own misjudgement of where she’s landing, or someone accidentally knocking into her. 

Satou and Kouda, like Shouji, are also very big. both have a hard time finding balance when landing on smaller surfaces. Satou’s quirk doesn’t really help him here, and he IS getting better with his balance. Kouda makes up for his lack of balance by sending bugs after people who’re trying to get him out of the game.

Ojirou is goddamn hard to knock off balance with that tail of his. plus, he’s a martial artist, so he’s got a LOT of balance training. he’s usually one of the last few left. 

Jirou is able to use her sound attacks to vibrate tables and the floor in order to throw off the other student’s balance. she is, however, rather easy to knock out b/c it takes concentration to use her attacks, and she leaves herself open.

Iida uses his engines to fly from table to chair to pillow, but sometimes the momentum will make him trip. he finds the game great practice for his control, tho he does get frustrated since he lost a few times at first

Tooru. Tooru is fucking HARD to beat because she plays in her hero outfit (or less) and no one can see where she lands. the only thing they have to by by are her little reaction sounds (from jumping and landing) when figuring out where she is 

and last but not least, Izuku and Bakugou. these two. these two are the GODDAMN HARDEST OF ALL THE STUDENTS TO BEAT. 

THEY’VE BOTH GOT AMAZING REFLEXES, THEY BOTH CAN MANEUVER IN THE AIR, AND PARKOUR IS GODDAMN THEIR MIDDLE NAME. not to mention they’re both SO FUCKING FAST that no one can ever knock them out. fuckers can dodge like no-one’s business, and it frustrates the entire class.

the game almost always ends with these two trying to beat each other. Bakugou gets especially pissed because Izuku learned most of those moves from him, so it’s like he’s fighting a goddamn copy of himself. 

they usually end in a tie. they’ll slam into each other and the’ll both get knocked to the ground. they also have the exact same amount of wins and loses. 

that doesn’t stop the other students from trying to win, tho. they wanna beat Deku and Kacchan because they’re so amazing, and with each game, it gets harder and harder to knock everyone out. 

Bakugou and Izuku actually love this, because it means more training and fighting each other at their best (well, as much as they can in a game like this)

Aizawa and All Might usually watch from the corners to make sure no one gets seriously hurt. they’re so proud of their kids, tho, because this training is so good for them. it’s harmless and great for honing reflexes and attacks.

also, they just love to see their kids improve. what proud dads

it’s still there

Mod Gotham says: some missing moments from 03x06…

Originally posted by yellowfeather84

Fifty-six breaths tickling her curls.

Sixty-eight heartbeats shuffling under her ear.

His left hand curved over her right, tucked against his hip, fingers lacing and unlacing.

And then –

“Canna sleep?”

Eyes still closed, she nuzzled against the warm, secret space below his jaw. Delighting in the rasp of his stubble, burning her nose and chin.

“Can *you*?”

She kissed the pulse thrumming in his neck, tightening her grip on his fingers. Joying in the simple pleasure of his body reacting to hers – and hers reacting to his.

“I feel so very tired, *mo nighean donn*,” he confessed. She smiled against the pleasant buzz of his voice, rumbling under her lips. His right hand drifted down her side, the pads of his fingers tracing the bump of her hipbone, then resting gently on her arse. Not in want – but reassurance.

*I’m here,* their bodies told each other. *I’m here, and I’m never going anywhere again.*

He kissed her forehead. “But I canna sleep. I – I canna miss even one minute wi’ ye.”

Now she shifted up on the pillow, nose gently squashed against his.

“We have all the time in the world,” she breathed against his mouth. Then kissed his wide, sweet smile. Feeling so alive.

“You’re right,” she sighed against his shoulder, sometime later. “It was the right thing to do, to go back. I would have fought with you on that moor.”

He drew the sheet a bit tighter around her shoulders. “It was no place for a woman, Claire. I – ye wouldna have been able to keep up wi’ me. The mud was sae deep, and the fog…”

“Sshh.” Her hand had floated up to close his lips. “Not now. When you’re ready. But not now.”

He kissed her fingers – then her iron ring.

“It was a hard birth. If I hadn’t died on that field – “

A shudder raced through him. He dug his nails into the soft flesh of her sides.

“No – ”

“…then I would have, in childbirth. Had I stayed.”

Still he held on to her – gripped her – tight.

“And because I had fought so hard for her, Jamie – because I had sacrificed so much for her – I didn’t want to leave her. Not even to find you.”

His eyes were almost black, in the light of their single candle. Silent. Patient.

“It’s no’ that I’m ungrateful for having ye here wi’ me, Claire – but I understand.” His voice was deep – sounded so very far away.

And she knew, in that second, that he was not there, in bed with her, in the whorehouse in Edinburgh. But hundreds of miles to the south, in a stable, where again he could not live under his own name.

“Of course you do.” She smoothed a few flyaway strands of hair at his crown, tracing the high cheekbones he had bestowed upon his daughters – and his son.

“It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, Claire. Other than bring ye to the stones, before Culloden – because we had a good reason. And I needed to see ye safe.”

Beneath the coverlet, his hand slid down to find hers.

“At least ye understood why ye had to leave. W-Willie, he didna understand why I had to go. It was for his own good, but how could I explain that to him?”

Suddenly his tall, tired frame shivered. Claire melted against his side, holding him, protecting him from his memories.

“To walk away from yer own flesh and blood – Claire, I – ”

She kissed his shoulder, now clammy with sweat. “Hush. I understand.”

Blindly his mouth sought hers, and she kissed him long and sweet and deep.

After a while they parted, and he sniffed. She offered the corner of her sheet, and he let out a strangled laugh before blowing his nose.

“I agonized over it,” she continued, lips pursed. “How could I just leave Bree?”

Rowdy laughter in the hallway – a whore’s giggles, followed by the racing bootsteps and deeper voices of two customers.

“But do you know what she said to me, Jamie? What *our daughter* said?”

Mute, he shook his head. Forehead pressed against hers.

“She said – he gave you to me, Mama. Now I’m giving you to him.”

Jamie gasped. She kissed the fresh tears on his cheeks.

“What a braw lass,” he choked, full of grief and pride. “My God, what a gift.”

She shifted, crawling into his lap. He settled against the headboard, arms wrapped around her tight.

“She is the true blessing of my life – and Frank knew. He loved her with his whole heart. You need to know that.”

“I dinna doubt it. Ye did so well wi’ her, Claire. So well.”

He settled his lips on her forehead, breathing her hair. She curled her legs to straddle his hips.

“When you asked me earlier if I had left Frank to come back to you…what would you have done if I’d said yes?”

Twelve breaths and eighteen heartbeats she waited.

“I would have asked ye right there in the printshop why ye’d come back. Even if ye’d chosen me before – that first time at the stones – for you to choose me over him when ye kent fine that he was alive…and to risk coming through again, for the sake of me…”

Now he pulled back, meeting her eyes. His thumbs cradled her face, stroking the apples of her cheeks, her swollen lips.

“But God help me, Claire – no matter what ye would have said, I’d have fallen on my knees to beg ye to stay.”

Her hands rose to cover his, caressing the bumps of his knuckles. “You’ll never have to do that. I choose *you,* Jamie. Always you. Only you.”

He made a small, incoherent sound at the back of his throat.

“You said it’s always been forever for you…you know it wasn’t for me, at least at the beginning. But it is now, Jamie – it has been for a very long time.”

Gently, reverently he kissed her eyebrows. The tip of her nose. Her hairline. Her eyelids. Her cheeks. Her chin.

“Ye are my wife.” His voice cracked. “The mother of my child. My – my soul.”

“I told you – I’m never leaving you again.”

“Am I dead?” he whispered.

“No,” she breathed against his lips. “We are alive.”

Reputation Secret Session, London: Our Experience

We have loved Taylor and her music since we were just 7 years old, and our biggest dream, something we wanted to happen more than anything else in the world, was to finally meet her

On Monday 2nd October, we received a DM on twitter from Taylor Nation. This was over a week before the event was taking place. They didn’t give any details other than that it was a ‘secret event’ and to keep it completely to ourselves and not share it with anyone or online. From then and on, we couldn’t stop smiling. We were told we’d be contacted with more details, then on the 4th on Wednesday, we were lay in bed and our phone started to ring. We immediately started SCREAMING then answered and tried to sound as normal as possible, even though we literally COULDN’T BREATHE. We said hello and she was like ‘how are you’ and I (Katie) just replied saying ‘FREAKING OUT.’ She told us her name was Ali (who we knew was part of TN!) and she spoke to our Mum and asked us questions, told us they knew how dedicated we are and wanted to reward us. Closer to the time they emailed us with further details. Honestly, since we received that DM on the Monday we couldn’t even eat properly it FELT SO OVERWHELMING. We had to keep things secret for so long, it was the hardest but most exciting thing ever. 

So on the 13th October, we traveled down to London from Manchester with our parents. We were at the meeting point, about to take Polaroids, then we saw OUR BEST FRIEND RUNNING TOWARDS US. We had no idea she (Kaz @ap0laroidofus) was also invited, because obviously we all kept it quiet, so when we saw each other it was the best feeling ever. 

We met with TN and everyone attending and we got on buses in groups to a secret location, with no idea of what would happen. Then, WE ARRIVED AT THE PRETTIEST HOUSE EVER, which is literally house goals, Taylor’s house! At this point Chloe was looking out of the window SO SHOCKED and Erica saw her and did a shocked face back and laughed. We met back up with Kaz in TAYLOR SWIFT’S KITCHEN and ate cookies and m&m’s that said ‘REP’ on them and drank coke etc. THEN we were just chilling and Tree (the prettiest lil angel ever) came and told us about the chicken tenders SO THANK YOU TREE FOR THAT. AND CHLOE PEED IN TAYLOR’S HOUSE!!! We went to get some and saw SCOTT SWIFT. HE SPOKE TO US FOR LIKE A FULL FIVE MINUTES. He told us stories about Taylor’s childhood like a story from when she was 11, whilst casually eating chicken tenders. Chloe asked him about the 10 minute version of all too well and he replied, ‘I say nothing, I keep my mouth shut!’ Then, of course as he is the king of guitar picks, he gave us some and was picking them all out like ‘1989 picks… speak now…’ HES PRECIOUS. (He dropped one and Katie accidentally saT IN HER BIN trying to pick it up. He also said that him and especially Andrea, would never have let Taylor or Austin go to a secret event when they were our age where they would have to leave their phones behind and get on a bus to a secret location, hahaha. He was also giggling and said it felt like he knew we’d won the lottery, but couldn’t tell us because he said he “knew so much” that we didn’t and then went on to joke about how we’d won the ‘Taylor Swift lottery’ because we were at her freAKING HOUSE.

Then we went into the room to HEAR THE MASTERPIECE OF AN ALBUM, and then she FUCKING WALKED IN LOOKING AS FLAWLESS AS EVER, came to the front, like RIGHT INFRONT OF US, and sat down and began telling us about how she stalked us for OVER A YEAR and has hand picked us then sent our accounts to TN so we could be invited. We heard the album, obviously alllll that info is confidential, but she SAW US and went ‘OMG TWINS.’ SHE ACTUALLY JUST RECOGNISED US out of like 100 people and smiled so big. We started crying and I (Katie) said ‘WE LOVE YOU’ and by this point even our Mum was SOBBING. She made eye contact with us so much throughout the whole thing it was so special. All we can say is, prepare yourselves. There is no album that even compares to rep, not even RED..

Then we were all sat waiting to be called up to MEET TAYLOR SWIFT. We were smelling her candles (SO NICE, OUR MUM WAS OBSESSED BY THE WAY @taylorswift ) and I (Katie) sat waiting in T’s chair. Andrea also came in to open the doors because everyone one was warm and she smiled so big at us and held onto Kaz’s dad so she didn’t fall hahahaha. So then, we got called to come to meet her by a member of TN and while we were waiting HERE COMES SCOTT SWIFT AGAIN. He came downstairs holding his glasses like ‘got my five minute dad nap’ (he’s so precious) and sat down on the stairs next to us and spoke to us and thanked us for coming. He was like ‘You got guitar picks, yeah?!’ so we laughed and said yes!! 

THEN WE WALKED IN TO BE GREETED BY TAYLOR. As soon as she saw us her face lit up and she was like ‘KATIE AND CHLOE!!’ WE SHIT YOU NOT OUR SOULS LEFT OUR FREAKING BODIES. SHE KNEW WHO WE WERE AND KNEW OUR NAMES, she seemed so genuinely happy to see us there. So we ran up to her and hugged her so tight then started talking to her. Then she said to Chloe how shes seen other people wearing her outfit at the event and she was like ‘WHERE CAN I GET THIS?!’ referring to Chloe’s dress and OF COURSE SHE WAS D E A D. TAYLOR SWIFT COMPLIMENTED HER OUTFIT LIKE HOW WAS THIS HAPPENING. So she (Chloe) told her it’s from Topshop. Chloe told her how proud we were of her which was such a special moment. She spoke to our Mum then and thanked her for bringing us and being so supportive then said.. ‘THEY’RE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE’.. WE ARE THE LIGHT OF TAYLOR SWIFT’S FREAKING LIFE. At this point we were literally dead and seriously couldn’t even believe what was happening.  Then she held my hand SO tight (Katie) for most of the time we were talking WE LITERALLY WOULDN’T LET GO OF EACHOTHERS HANDS and she looked straight into our eyes and payed one hundred percent attention the entire time. She seemed so excited to ask and tell us things. She said she loves seeing us online etc. and that she loves our videos that we have posted on there.. SHE HAS WATCHED OUR VIDEOS. She also told us she made an exception so we could be there because it was supposed to be 18+ and we’re 17.. TAYLOR SWIFT made an EXCEPTION because she wanted to MEET US.  Then I (Katie) told her how we’d had a bad time recently but since we got the DM from Taylor Nation we had not stopped smiling. SHE WAS SO HAPPY THAT WE WERE HAPPY. Then Taylor said ‘shall we get a picture on the couch and we can be triplets?’ WE ARE TAYLOR SWIFT’S TRIPLETS. So we replied like ‘ Y E S!!!!!!’ We sat on the couch and T said ‘shall we do this?’ and put her hands under her chin and she looked SO PRECIOUS then we took the picture.We hugged her again and as we were standing up I (Katie) asked her if she’s coming to Manchester on tour and told her how we went to Fearless and 1989. She hugged us again so so tight and said we were adorable. Then she told us she loved us and we said that we loved her again and said bye.

As we were walking out Tree saw us to tell us where to go and she said we’re ‘BEAUTIFUL GIRLS’ which was so nice of her honestly she is complete sunshine. Then we had to wait downstairs for the bus (every time another group came in after meeting Taylor we were just like “HOW DEAD ARE YOU” and we discussed how much we loved the album- everyone was so nice, TS creating friendships as per) and we got given merch bags which had a t-shirt, pop socket, key ring, hat and a sticker inside which is so so lovely of her. All her team from security to TN were so so kind and her parents were literally so lovely they were checking on everyone like, WE LOVE OUR PARENTS

@taylorswift thank you for making that night the best night of our entire lives. We love you so much, we can’t even put into words how special it was you literally have our entire hearts. WE LOVE YOU, TRIPLET. We are honored to be the light of your life.

October Friday 13th 2017. 



change pronouns and such as needed ( tw death, tw suicide, tw gore)

❝ We are so far from you. ❞
❝ So long and goodnight. ❞
❝ Things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ What’s the worst that I can say? ❞
❝ Well, I’ve been holding on tonight. ❞
❝ Can you hear me? Are you near me? ❞
❝ If you carry on this way things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ Can we pretend to leave and then we’ll meet again. ❞
❝ What’s the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break? ❞
❝ And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break? ❞
❝ Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again. ❞
❝ Burning on, just like the match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know. ❞

❝ Do you care at all? ❞
❝ What’d you call me? ❞
❝ Can we settle up the score? ❞
❝ We are young and we don’t care. ❞
❝ Well, I’m a total wreck almost every day. ❞
❝ Well, there’s no way I’m kissing that guy! ❞
❝ This is how we like to do it in the murder scene. ❞
❝ We never wanted it to be this way for all our lives. ❞
❝ Go on live your life but I miss you more than I did yesterday. ❞
❝ Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say. ❞
❝ So c'mon show me how ‘cause I mean this more than words can ever say. ❞
❝ Well, don’t I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress I own? ❞ 

❝ Let’s go down! ❞
❝ Increase the medication. ❞
❝ Share the vows at the wake. ❞
❝ He doesn’t have many friends. ❞
❝ Would you carry me to the end? ❞
❝ If you marry me would you bury me? ❞
❝ Walk away from the choice you made. ❞
❝ He calls the mansion not a house, but a tomb. ❞
❝ Send my resignation to the bride and the groom. ❞
❝ He’s always choking from the stench and the fumes. ❞
❝ She’s got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz. ❞
❝ Say goodbye to the heart you break and all the cyanide you drank. ❞ 

❝ Well, I miss my mom. ❞
❝ I’ll kiss your lips again. ❞
❝ Life is but a dream for the dead. ❞
❝ Your life will never be the same. ❞
❝ Come with your arms raised high! ❞
❝ Well, they’re never going to get me. ❞
❝ On your mother’s eyes, say a prayer. ❞
❝ We’re just two men as God had made us. ❞
❝ Ah, nobody knows all the trouble I’ve seen. ❞
❝ Too much, too late, or just not enough of this. ❞
❝ They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost. ❞
❝ I won’t go down by myself but I’ll go down with my friends. ❞
❝ Nobody cares if you’re losing yourself. Am I losing myself? ❞
❝ Pain in my heart for your dying wish, I’ll kiss your lips again. ❞
❝ Will they give me the chair, or lethal injection, or swing from a rope? ❞ 

❝ I’m okay. ❞
❝ I’m not okay. ❞
❝ I’m not o-fucking-kay. ❞
❝ I mean this, I’m okay! ❞
❝ I held you close as we both shook. ❞
❝ For the last time, take a good hard look. ❞
❝ Well if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say. ❞
❝ What will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems? ❞
❝ You really need to listen to me because I’m telling you the truth. ❞
❝ You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed. ❞
❝ Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor? ❞
❝ I’ve told you time and time again, you sing the words but don’t know what it means. ❞

❝ I remember now. ❞
❝ If I died, we’d be together. ❞
❝ You are never coming home. ❞
❝ I never said I’d lie and wait forever. ❞
❝ At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies. ❞
❝ I can’t always just forget her but she could try. ❞
❝ Ever get the feeling that you’re never all alone? ❞
❝ For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me. ❞
❝ All the things that you never ever told me and all the smiles that are ever… ❞

❝ It gives the blind sight. ❞
❝ I’d like to learn your name. ❞
❝ Well, I hope you do the same. ❞
❝ It’s just the hardest part of living. ❞
❝ For the last night I lie could I lie with you? ❞
❝ I’m just the worst kind of guy to argue with. ❞
❝ Slip into the tragedy, you’ve spun this chamber dry. ❞

❝ You never had a chance. ❞
❝ Hallelujah, lock and load. ❞
❝ Just give me what I need. ❞
❝ You’ll never make me leave. ❞
❝ What’s life like, bleeding on the floor? ❞
❝ If this is what you want then fire at will. ❞
❝ Love is the red rose on your coffin door. ❞
❝ I’m just the way that the doctor made me. ❞
❝ Preach all you want but who’s going to save me. ❞
❝ Give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill. ❞
❝ You’re running after something that you’ll never kill. ❞
❝ So give me all your poison and give me all your pills. ❞
❝ Love it, or leave it, you can’t understand a pretty face. ❞
❝ You want to follow something? Give me a better cause to lead. ❞

❝ Would I lie to you? ❞
❝ Bury me and fade to black. ❞
❝ That girl’s not right in the brain. ❞
❝ Well, I’ve got something to say. ❞
❝ Don’t stop if I fall and don’t look back. ❞
❝ Get your gun and meet me by the door. ❞
❝ After all is said and done, climb out from the pine box. ❞
❝ Would I die for you? Well, here’s your answer in spades. ❞

❝ I’ve lost my fear of falling. ❞
❝ Would you kill me in my sleep. ❞
❝ I’m taking back the life you stole. ❞
❝ You told me this gets harder. Well, it did. ❞
❝ Just you and I your starless eyes remain. ❞
❝ Do you remember that day when we met? ❞
❝ You’re running out of places to hide from me. ❞
❝ When you go just know that I will remember you. ❞
❝ You get what everyone else gets. You get a lifetime. ❞
❝ Promise me that when I’m gone you’ll kill my enemies. ❞
❝ I’m coming back from the dead and I’ll take you home with me. ❞
❝ This hole you put me in wasn’t deep enough and I’m climbing out right now. ❞

❝ I won’t stop dying. ❞
❝ When will I miss you? ❞
❝ If you want, I’ll keep on crying. ❞
❝ Did you get what you deserve? ❞
❝ They found you on the bathroom floor. ❞
❝ It isn’t that much fun, staring down a loaded gun. ❞
❝ Crash the cemetery gates in the dress your husband hates. ❞

❝ But I lied. ❞
❝ Well, I tried. ❞
❝ We’re all dead now. ❞
❝ Can I meet you alone? ❞
❝ Clean me off. I’m so dirty, babe. ❞
❝ Just get in line and I’ll grieve you. ❞
❝ You can say a prayer if you need to. ❞
❝ Touched by angels though I fall out of grace. ❞
❝ We’ll all dance along to the tune of your death. ❞
❝ I can’t clean the blood off the sheets in my bed. ❞
❝ They gave us two shots to the back of the head. ❞
❝ It ain’t the money and it sure as hell ain’t just for the fame. ❞
❝ Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets. ❞
❝ I’m so dirty, the kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes. ❞

pastelqueen-sweetascanbe  asked:

I was wondering if you can do an RFA love triangle JuminXVXMC. I don't want to stress you so you don't have to do it. I was just wondering is all. ^^ Thanks for taking your time for reading this, I love your story's and keep up the great work.

We are soooooo sorrry that this took soo long. Honestly, it’s been sitting in our drafts forever, and we apologize for just posting it. Hope it’s okay though?

He deserved this.

That’s what he told himself as he watched Jumin smile at MC from across the room. He watched as she returned the gesture lovingly, Here they were in the bustle of guests eager to speak to all the hosts of another successful party. All thanks to MC.

V lifted his camera, his focus on MC. He was supposed to take pictures of the party coordinator, but he was beginning to feel like it was an excuse just to look at her through a lense. He loved to watch how her eyes sparkled as she greeted another person. Her hair swayed as she made small gestures with her hands as she spoke. Her lips curved into a beautiful smile that made V’s heart flutter inside his chest in a gentle way…something he had never felt before.

He snapped the pictures hurriedly before moving away. He tried distracting himself by taking some other photos, but he just couldn’t. The image of MC filled his thoughts, and with it, came the acute stab of guilt. He knew Jumin liked her…no, loved her. He saw his friends feelings unfold in the chatroom all that time ago.

At the time, he had encouraged it, still cast under the enchantment Rika had left on him. But that was his fault too, wasn’t it? Rika…her rise and fall…both were his fault, and he would force himself to pay the consequences.

“V…” Jumin’s uncharacteristically hesitant voice carried from the doorway.

V cleared his throat, steadying his voice before speaking. “Ah, Jumin, I was just getting some air.”

“You can stop that.”

V’s fingers tugged against his blazer, but he resisted the urge to drop his smile. “Stop what?”

Jumin sighed, taking a step closer. He adjusted his cufflinks, his eyes suddenly darting to the ground. Was he nervous? “You’re in love with MC.’

V’s entire body froze at the statement. He couldn’t bring himself to plaster that same smile back on his face. He couldn’t even muster a chuckle. Even if he did, Jumin would’ve seen right through him. In this painfully raw moment, he could do nothing but remain silent.

Jumin pursed his lips and nodded. “I see,” he said. There was no mistaking the tightness in his voice. “How long?”

“Jumin, I have no interest in her,” V said quietly.

Something between a scoff and sigh escaped his friend’s lips. There was no mistaking the strain of jealously in the way the muscles on his neck twitched. “No? Then what was that in there? Do you realize how long you were staring at her? Taking pictures? And before, during our last meeting–”

“No,” V interrupted. His words seemed to be lodged in his throat, making it difficult to say anything without his voice wavering. “No, I mean…I’m not pursuing her.”

For a long moment, there was silence. Jumin chewed on his bottom lip…a sign of true distress from the normally stoic man. “Why?”

V shrugged. “A lot of reasons,” he said. “I…I don’t think I can ever ask someone to accept me after what happened to Rika.

Jumin’s brows furrowed. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

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Comforting the DEH kids

Zoe Murphy

• Listen when this girl is upset, she’s angry upset

• like rages okay???

• But she doesn’t take it out on others, she takes it out on herself

• Like pulling at her hair, scratching, breaking her own things

• So when you try to comfort her you literally have to hold her tightly

• And not in that cute way like, you have to hold her against your chest (sometimes she shoves pretty hard at you) and rub her back soothingly and whispering comforting stuff and how it’s going to be okay

• Eventually she calms down and she’s hella embarrassed about it

• Most likely will want to talk about made her upset and will most likely start crying again

• but you gotta let her get it all out yanno? Bc if she holds it all in, she gets 10 times worse

• holy heck I love her so much

Connor Murphy

• like zoe he rages, but unlike her, he breaks anything in his path, whether it be his or someone else’s

• He’s never gotten physical towards you during one of his ‘fits’ but he sometimes does say some harsh things

• but you’ve learned to ignore them, that he’s just saying them out of spite, but sometimes they hurt really bad

• To comfort him, you usually have to grab him by his shoulders to get him to look at you

• He’s huffing and puffing but as soon as she looks into your eyes, he begins to calm down a bit

• You rub your hands up and down his arms while telling him to calm down and reasoning with him

• He ALWAYS apologizes, only to you, for the things he said, and the way he acted

Alana Beck

• When she is upset she is the Queen of the silent treatment

• Like this lady will NOT speak a single damn word

• It takes a lot for her to get really really really upset, so when you notice she just walks right by you in the hallway, or doesn’t send you any messages, you know some shit went down during her day

• To comfort her you have to cuddle her and shower her with love and affection okay????

• Like you gotta be extra with it too

• All the sweet pet names, kisses all over her face, telling her how much you love her every like 5 minutes

• She loves it so much she’ll crack a smile in no time

• then, that’s when she’ll tell you what’s bothering her, and you two usually talk out until she feels better

Jared Kleinman


• Like if you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll respond with like “Oh why? Do I look upset?”

• He is also the hardest person ever to comfort oh my gosh

• Like he shoves all the things you say off, and does the eye rolls and all the annoying stuff

• He doesn’t do well to people trying to comfort him or give him affection, so when you start cuddling up to him and trying to make him feel better, he just stiffens and wants it all to s t o p

• He doesn’t think he deserves to be comforting, he thinks he deserves to be upset and that makes him even MORE upset and damn it’s a vicious cycle

• And he only gives in when you finally give up on trying to comfort him he’s like “Wait what no why did you stop” and then fuckin swallows you into him

• precious babe plz help him

Evan Hansen

• This babe tells you immediately when he’s upset

• Because he trusts you with everything and knows he can come to you, so as soon as something happens, you’re the first person to know about it

• Comforting him is honestly the easiest thing ever because you could literally just touch his arm and BOOM

• a smile on his face

• But but but

• He really likes when you come over to his house, and having a big cuddle session on his couch while watching a shit ton of stupid 1 star movies on Netflix

• If he’s so upset that he starts crying, you pull him into you so he can cry on your shoulder and you can rub his back soothingly

• He’s always so apologetic afterwards, he feels so unmasculine, you have to remind him that it’s not wrong for men to cry and be upset and that he’s still as much as a man as he was before

Be Okay - Karamel One Shot.

Her world stopped 6 months ago. Then it started spinning again, at a much slower pace, so slow it ached her heart. It was so slow, sometimes it didn’t feel like it was moving, and she relived that day again and again. Every night, she hoped she would fall asleep immediately without dreaming of him: on the other hand, she craved his presence so much she would’ve given everything she had to see him in her dreams, to hold him, to touch him, to talk to him again.
It’s not like everyone else’s world stopped.

Like for Alex.
Alex proposed to Maggie on the same night Kara’s world stopped: she was obviously over the moon for her sister’s engagement, but how could she really celebrate Alex finding the love of her life if she had just lost hers?
Selfish- Kara knew that, so she kept quiet.
Kara has been okay for 6 months. Kara was okay. That’s how she replied to her dear ones, whenever they showed their concern over her. She never stepped into the alien bar again, unless Supergirl had to save someone there; she was doing great at CatCo, she still butted heads with Snapper but, everything was great. Most of the days. Some days.
But she was Supergirl, right? She doesn’t bend or break. She had to be okay. Supergirl saved the world, everyone loved Supergirl, everyone praised Supergirl for saving National City from the Daxamite invasion, but Kara couldn’t stand hearing that word.
But she had to be okay, because she was Supergirl, and as a superhero, she must’ve been strong and never break. Then why did everyone around Kara treated her like she was about to crumble?

She hid the tears in her eyes with a laugh, she muffled the horrendous feelings she felt with a smile. She had to be okay, because if she wasn’t, it would’ve affected everyone else. And Alex..she couldn’t ruin Alex’s mood, she was the happiest she’d ever been, Kara could easily see that, she loved her sister too much to make a bad move and ruin everything, so she calculated her actions: the time for smiles, for jokes, silly stories, it was pretty believable. Kara didn’t know how long that farce would’ve lasted but…she would’ve kept it up until she could.
“Do you like this dress, Maid of Honor?”
“I love it!”
“You said it for every dress you’ve tried on, c'mon..what’s your favorite?”
“Alex, I’m serious, I like them all! Which one do you prefer?”
“Kara, you’re nerve wracking. Pick one.”
“The blue one.” She sighed, she just wanted that wedding madness to be over.
“Great! It would’ve been a mess if you didn’t pick up a dress three days before the ceremony.”
Alex’s phone rang twice before she picked it up.
“J'onn, I’m paying for Kara’s dress, can we tal– uhm, what? Emer- are you sure? Okay, I’m on my way.”
“Is everything okay? Do they need us at work?”
“No, no, it’s a minor thing, I can handle it.” Alex handed her credit card to the brunette woman and gave the shopping bag to her sister, before running away.

The big day had arrived, the ceremony was very intimate, less than 20 people were in attendance, mostly colleagues of the two women. Maggie wore a suit, with a dark blue tie, her eyes lit up as soon as Alex entered the room, Kara could sense the love the two soon-to-be wives shared with just one look; Alex deserved all the love in the world and Maggie’s love was pretty close to that amount. During the vows, sobs could be heard all over the place; it wasn’t a easy road for them, Kara remembered how she stood by Alex’s side in what was probably the hardest period of her life, figuring herself out. Yet she got the happiest of the endings.
Kara couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever find hers. She surely felt the happiest in the months she shared with him, she thought it was ridiculous how much a single person could have had such a great impact on her life, he changed everything, he turned her world upside down, he made her see things she had never seen before, he made her feel things she had never felt before, and she thought she wouldn’t ever feel such things..until he literally fell into her life. Kara had dreamed about finding that kind of love that makes you wanna laugh, cry, yell, jump, lie down, and she did find it. But she had lost it too.

Before she realized it, he was gone. But she had to be okay, she tried to suppress every thought of him, she could barely mention his name.
“It will get better.” She heard that sentence so many times, she almost believed it and repeated it to herself to get through the hardest days: that day was one of the hardest, undoubtedly.
Kara threw herself over the food, avoiding long conversations, trying to ignore the sappy songs the band was playing. Alex used to hate that music, yet, look at her, she was smiling so big, with tears of joy filling her eyes, swinging with her lover in her arms. Love could really change people, being in love, giving love, taking love, ripping love.. that was her case.
Kara’s love arrived so suddenly and unexpectedly, and it was ripped away in the same way. What she felt for him was so profound, she laughed at the idea of feeling anything slightly close to that for somebody else; what they shared was an unbreakable bond, and now that they were apart, she felt a thread pulling her to him, but she couldn’t move, she feared that that tie could’ve been broken. What if he never came back?
That question creeped in the back of her mind, like a monster under a child’s bed, she knew it was there, but she couldn’t fight it. Having superpowers is pointless when your own mind is your biggest weakness, she thought.

“Alex, my beautiful sister-” Kara stood up with a glass in her hand “-and Maggie, you amazing woman, I’m so glad that you two found each other. Maggie, you make my sister the happiest person on Earth, and I’m eternally grateful to you for that, and I know how you would do anything to protect her, literally. I don’t– I know love is hard, finding love is hard, being together is hard, balancing that with a job that puts you in danger everyday is hard. But you kept fighting for it, that’s the most important never let each other go..and you made your happy ending. In a world full of sadness and negativity, you give me hope. You showed me that no matter how many–how many obstacles you will go through, you will overcome them, because you’ll stay at each other’s side. R-ride or die, right? I’m thankful for having you in my life. I love you.”
At this point Kara went to hug the two women, her tears falling on their shoulders. She had reached her breaking point.
She wasn’t okay. She wasn’t okay.
“I’m proud of you, Kara. I love you.” The older sister held the younger like in one of those nights, when she first arrived on Earth, she had recurring nightmares and she felt alone and..lost.

Kara felt an electric shock, going through her bones and skin: there was a shift in the air, she thought it could’ve been the sense of peace coming after releasing all the emotions she had bottled up for months, but something in the atmosphere had changed. She closed her eyelids, but she felt her sister turning around, pulling away.
She heard that voice. His voice.
Her eyes opened quickly, making sure that it was a mirage but..she saw him. Standing in front of her.
Everyone was staring in his direction, so it probably wasn’t an hallucination. She stepped closer to his silhouette, slowly and carefully, almost afraid that a wrong move would’ve made him disappear.
He didn’t move, he was just looking at her with expectancy, she hadn’t reacted. She recognized those eyes and she touched his face. “Mon-El?” Kara hadn’t pronounced those two syllables out loud for so long, her lips felt a weird sensation.
His palm touched hers on his cheek, her knees felt weak; “H-how?”
He gave her a weak smile and she didn’t even let him reply. She just sobbed into his strong arms, burying her face in his neck. Her necklace was still there. Kara knew there was a bunch of (confused) people around them, but she couldn’t care at all. Mon-El was back with her. She was okay. She was more than okay.

“Please, tell me I’m not dreaming.” Kara whispered through the tears. “Because I feel your arms around me.” She chuckled bitterly, thinking about the dreams she had about him.
“This isn’t a dream.” He cupped her face smiling, resting his forehead on hers like always.
Somebody started clapping and she hated it: but at least it made it real, Mon-El was with them.
Kara grabbed his hand and led him out of everyone’s sight, still in complete shock, with tears streaming down her face.
“How did this happen? The lead in the atmosphere..are you okay?”
Every question was followed by a touch, just to be sure, again, he was really there.
“I am okay. Well, when I went away..I got into a portal that got me to the 31st century. A group of heroes helped me find a cure to get back to you, and in the meantime..I became the hero you thought I could be. I helped them saving the world multiple times, I’ve been called a hero multiple times, but you were my inspiration behind all of that. You were in my heart the whole time, and you helped me get through my weakest times. I know it’s been 6 months for you.. But it’s been almost 2 years for me. Yet..nothing changed.” He touched her blonde hair, while she processed all the information she got in such a short time.

“So, you aren’t allergic to lead anymore?”
“Nope.” He took a deep breath.
Kara threw herself in his arms and Mon-El picked her up to spin her around. “When did you arrive, though?”
He scratched his chin, “3 days ago, but I didn’t want to go to you immediately..I didn’t know if you moved on, and..”
“Mon-El.. how could I move on? I love you. Even if now I’m mad at you for hiding for three damn days? Where did you go?” She playfully hit his arm, but her eyebrows shot up.
“I went to the DEO first, praying that you wouldn’t have been there, but I found out that you were out shopping for the wedding. I can’t even lie, I almost thought that you were the bride. I felt so relieved when J'onn told me that Alex was getting married, I’m so so happy for them..” He chuckled lightheartedly. “I explained that I didn’t want to see you right away, he called Alex, and we set up a plan.. I stayed at Winn’s place. And here I am.”
“Wow. This is..unbelievable. These months..were hard. It was like I was surrounded by a wall of glass, I could see everyone’s joy but I couldn’t take part in it. I can’t even comprehend how you could do this for almost 2 years.”

“I had hope, you taught me to be hopeful. I knew that everything would’ve been alright.”
“I hated this sentence for all these months, who would’ve thought that they were right, after all?” Kara smiled, truly, her lover mirrored her expression.
“Kara..” Their fingers intertwined on her flowy dress.
“I really need to do something.” His voice lowered, Kara felt shivers.
“I really need to kiss you, or I’ll go crazy. May I?”
Kara cupped his face and simply replied with her lips on his, it tasted like the oxygen she felt missing in her lungs, it tasted like happiness. It tasted like a happy ending, or better, a brand new happy beginning.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you even more.”
“It’s good to say it when neither of us are crying.”
“It feels really good.” Kara laughed and hid her face in the crook of his neck, she missed being this carefree and..happy: like that Dopey grin, butterflies in her stomach happy.


AND HERE IT IS! 😁😁 I hope I can write some more content for the fam during this hiatus, but finding inspiration is pretty hard.😪 I know it’s not the best, but I tried and I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think in my inbox or in the reblogs maybe, love you allllll!😘😘😘❤❤

Four Word

@stylishmuser asked for “I really need you” . Thank you so much for asking love! And thank you so much for @fuckzarry for being my beta reader! I love you both very much a lot.

There’s a lot drama here:

Sometimes it was all too much. And this time, you couldn’t handle anymore.

Being Harry’s significant other was never an easy task, but sometimes it was too much. Specially because despite all the hype and all the things that people said about him, at the end of the day he was a real-life human. He had feelings, and sometimes he messed up.

One of the hardest things ever was see other women’s name linked to him in headlines in different sites all over the internet: The cheating rumours, the break up rumours, the “He’s not so interested in her anymore” rumours… it was a huge variety of subjects that people came up with and for you to deal.


What people didn’t know – and you would never tell – is that Harry wasn’t that perfect boyfriend that everyone talks and dreams with. Not because he didn’t want to, of course, but just because he couldn’t. Sometimes he didn’t have time to have a proper meal in the middle of a rush day, running from one place to another, and then to another, flying oceans to be in different places in the space of 10 hours.  

Sometimes days went by without you and him talking on the phone or answering each other’s text, and the only way for you to listen to his voice was listening to his songs, or maybe watching the interviews and concert’s videos on twitter timeline.

Sometimes your boyfriend was a completely strange to you.

Sometimes you thought that you couldn’t handle it.

This time you were sure about that.

Your hands were shaking and you weren’t sure about how you would say this to him. Harry came to your home for a night only, since he was flying back on the next morning. You could hear the water run in the bathroom, while he was quietly having a shower.

You rehearsed the words repeatedly, but you couldn’t ever find an easy way do to it. Since the first time you met him, you knew that you couldn’t ever ask him to choose between you and his career – and you never would do that too – and at this point, you were feeling more like a holdback than a supporter that you should be.

He was doing so well, with sold-out tours all around the world, a movie coming out, a new top chart album and all the plans he had for the next years… and it was clear for you that you hadn’t a place in the middle of all this.

You tensed all your body when you heard the bathroom door opening and saw Harry coming to the room, his skin warm and wet from the shower. He was wearing a pink towel around his hips and by the look on his face, he had no intentions of putting a boxer on.

“Hey pet, what’s wrong?” He said frowning at you, climbing in bed behind you and kissing your neck.

“We need to talk,” your voice was almost a whisper, butterflies dead on your stomach, a heavy feeling on your chest. Harry nodded and you turned over to him, watching his tired green eyes looking into yours, patiently. It took a minute or two until you could recollect your feelings and say, “I think we shouldn’t be together anymore.”

“What?”  Harry said in a high-pitched voice, confused like you were talking a different language. “What are you talking about, pet?” He said putting his hand in your face, and once again it was all too much.

You got up from the bed and closed your eyes, feeling tears burning your eyes and your throat closing around the next words you had to say. You planned to make this quick, so you wouldn’t have time to regret it or think too much.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore, Harry. We need to break up.” You said again firmly, and Harry was frozen, staring at your eyes as if he could see inside your soul.

And he could.

“Where is this coming from, pet? Is it because of the last headline about Tess? You know I would never che-“

“It’s not because of that, Harry. I know you would never cheat on me. You don’t even have time for that.” You said looking at your bare feet, already regretting it. You should have done this over the phone. You shouldn’t have waited until you had a sad, tired eyes, wet and naked Harry in your bed.

“Then what’s it fo’ pet? I don’t understand…” Harry got up from the bed and stopped in front of you, letting his hands fall to his sides when he tried to reach for you, but you gave a step back. You would burst in flames and tears if he touched you in that moment, but you needed to be firm in your choice.

“Please don’t make this harder,” you whispered to him, avoiding his eyes.

“Tell me the reason,” he said after a minute, sitting again on the edge of the bed. “If you’re going to break up with me this suddenly, you need to have a good reason to do it. And I deserve to know. Tell me and I’ll leave.”

Sometimes it was all too much. Feeling the tears running down your face against your will, you knew that he was right, that this all was very sudden, that you really needed a good reason to do it, and that he deserved to know.

“You’re gonna laugh,” you said with a sad smile, but his eyes kept too serious, too tired.

“It’s not a funny moment actually.” He said and felt your cheeks red with shame for making a joke in a moment like that.

“Okay then…” You whispered and took another deep breath, looking into his eyes, “I feel like I’m a holdback in your life right now and there’s not much you can say that can change this. I just feel like… I don’t see a future. You’re super important and you’re doing equally important things right now and this is awesome, but I don’t see how we can be together in the middle of all this. I love you, please don’t ever think that I don’t. And just because I love you this much I feel like I need to let you go, because you deserve all the things that you have conquered till now with hard work, and I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

You chocked with tears, looking at the floor again, wishing that someone could invent a machine that erase painful memories, so you could delete this moment from your mind forever.

Harry was watching you, measuring every word you said like he was tasting them, feeling how bitter they taste was in your tongue, in the back of your throat.

“Bullshit,” he said after a minute, getting up again, “All you said is bullshit. What the fuck is wrong with you, pet?” And then his eyes were tired and annoyed.

“Well, Harry is the way I feel.” You said defensively, putting your arms around you as if it was cold.

“I understand that, and I know that lately stuff has been especially difficult to you but it’s bullshit when you said that we don’t have a place in the future. You are my future.  I know you are too good for me and that I’m not being the best boyfriend that exist on this planet but fuck… I really need you.” Harry ran his fingers through his wet hair, frustrated with all of this. “I don’t know what I can do for you to understand how much I love you but let’s just… try again? It all will be better in a few weeks…”

Harry looked at you, waiting for your answer, and all you could do was breathe quickly, trying to make your heart beat slower so you could come with a rational answer. You loved Harry and all the things he said were true. He would have less promo in the next weeks and then he would have a small tour, where you would be able to see him in many places and dates. Next year would be a mess, but it was too soon to worry about that yet.

“I feel like… I’m so ashamed, Harry. I’m so afraid to be a bad thing in the middle of all the good ones that are happening to you.” You said hiding your face in your hands, feeling Harry’s warm body around you a second later, his lips on your forehead, reassuring your crying.

“I love you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, please keep this in mind, don’t you ever forget about that.” He whispered softly, walking with you in his arms and falling in the bed, turning off the lights so you both could rest.

“You won’t be here tomorrow, and I don’t know how to not feel like this.” You whispered with your face nuzzled on his neck, tears running down your face to his skin. He kissed your forehead again, rubbing his lips on your skin till your tears ceased and you fell asleep, just to wake up in the morning with a headache and an empty space next to you on the bed, to match with the emptiness inside your chest.


All Started With a Song Part 8 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 2304

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n-(feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) ok so i hd to repost it bc i forgot to put part 8. im so sorry omg. but this will be last part for a few days. hope you enjoy.


“Oh. My. God.”

“LA is so beautiful, and we haven’t even left the airport!” Alice giggled.

“I am so excited,” you smiled, walking towards the luggage claim.

“What are we doing first?” Olivia asked.

“Checking in at the hotel, then we can find somewhere to have lunch. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” she stopped. “Thanks again Y/n/n. It means a lot that you chose me to come with you.”

“Of course Liv, you deserve the world and more. The least I can do is take you on a mini adventure with me,” you smiled.

She pulled you into a hug, muttering another ‘thank you’ into your shoulder.


You guys had some trouble checking in at the hotel.

“What do you mean we don’t have a room?” you sighed.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. There is no room reserved under Y/l/n.” he gave you an unapologetic smile.

You walked away from the counter and called Sabrina.

“Hey girl! How’s LA?”

“It’s nice, but the hotel is saying they don’t have a room for us,” you were trying your hardest not to cry.

“Really? That’s odd. You said my last name right?”

“What? It’s under your name?”

“Oh my gosh, did I not tell you? I’m so sorry!”

You chuckled, “Its okay.”

“To make it up you girls, I’ll take you out to lunch,” she said.

“Sounds good! Meet you in 20.”


You ended up going to In-N-Out, it was the greatest thing you’ve ever had.

“This is so good, why doesn’t London have this?” Olivia moaned into her burger.

“So what are your plans for today?” Sabrina asked, munching on a fry.

“Hmm, I don’t quite know. We were probably just gonna chill at the hotel.” Alice sipped on her drink.

“Well, I know that you two,” she said pointing at Alice and Olivia. “Probably don’t have plans tomorrow while Y/n is with Anth.”

“Not really. We weren’t going to explore LA until Sunday and Monday.”

“I may or may not have scheduled you guys’ spa appointments,” she smiled.

“Really?” Olivia asked.

“Yeah, but if you guys aren’t up for it, I can cancel.”

“Who would turn down a spa day??” Alice laughed.

After lunch you parted ways with Sabrina. The three of you went back to the hotel, had a swim, took lots of pictures, and just had a great time. The girls also helped you practice for tomorrow.

You were really nervous about tomorrow. The last time you went to sing a duet you were humiliated. So who knows how tomorrow will go.


You weren’t supposed to meet Anth until noon, but you were wake by 7. You just couldn’t sleep any longer. You had to get everything ready and make sure it was perfect. You couldn’t be late or early. Everything needed to be planned. You weren’t going to ruin this collab as well.

Though you didn’t exactly ruin the last one.

“Alice, Olivia, I’m going to shower. Please get up, I want breakfast soon.” You said as you grabbed your clothes and headed to the shower.

Throughout the showers, many tears were shed. This was the only time you allowed yourself to cry, about anything you needed to.

You were mainly crying because you hadn’t gotten any answers. It had been almost 2 weeks and he hadn’t even tried to apologize. You let the tears run down your face. What did you do to make him so angry? Why did he hurt you like that? Did he truly forget?

These questions ran through your brain every day. But you only acknowledged them at these times.

After a good 15 minutes of self-pity you got out of the shower. You were careful to make sure your face wasn’t red nor puffy when you left the bathroom.

“Almost ready?” you asked as you dropped the towel in your make-shift pile of dirty clothes.

“Yes, just a few more curls to go,” Olivia said, twirling her curling wand.

“I need to do my eyebrows, then we can go.” Alice said as she grabbed her eyebrow palette and took a seat in front of the mirror.

You three finished getting ready in silence, but it wasn’t weird.


After breakfast you three went back to the hotel. You had made an agreement before you got here that you weren’t going to explore until you had the entire day, cuz you all knew that you’d get sidetracked and be late.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Ten past ten,” Alice said as she scrolled through Instagram.

“Where are you meeting him?” Olivia asked as she flipped through the channels on TV, stopping on The Notebook.

“In the hotel he’s staying at,” you answered.

“Ooooh his hotel room,” Alice wiggled her eyebrows.

“Ew stop!” you threw a pillow at her. “I don’t see him like that.”

“He’s definitely boyfriend material,” Olivia smirked.

“I don’t even know him!”

“You didn’t know Conor,” said Alice as you glared at her. “Sorry.”

“I just, I just don’t know what I did wrong! Did I say something or not say something. Was I a jerk? Was I too forward? Too clingy? I just don’t understand what I did!” you cried.

“Hey,” Olivia hugged you. “You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? Nothing. This is not your fault. What happened was completely his fault. And I’m sorry he hasn’t given you answers, but don’t you dare blame yourself.”

“You’re right,” you sniffled. “He’s at fault here, not me.”

“You should post a picture on Instagram to show him what he’s missing.”

“I should.”

You posted a picture of you at the restaurant you went to this morning. Olivia had taken the picture. It was of you holding a cup of tea, you were looking at the camera smiling. You thought you looked amazing, because you did. Your eyes sparkled with joy and your smile was as bright as the sun.

You posted the picture with the caption that said:

the barista judged me for getting tea instead of coffee…

You decided to curl your hair for the video with Anth. So you were sat on the ground in front of the mirror as Alice and Olivia watched The Notebook.

“Oh my god.” Alice gasped.

“What?” you looked at her through the mirror.

“He liked your picture.”

“Who did?” you sat the curling wand down and turned to face your friends.

“Conor did.”


You went to reply when your phone rang.

“Hello?” you stood up and walked out into the hallway.

“Who’s she talking to?” Olivia asked Alice.

“No idea. But this is getting out of hand,” she sighed.

“Conor needs to stop playing her like this.”

“We have to do something.”

“I know, but what?”

“Hey guys,” you said, walking back in. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you tonight. Have fun at the spa and don’t do anything stupid!”

You walked out of the hotel and waited for your Uber. The ride there was actually nice.

“So where ya headed?” the older lady asked.

“A friend’s house, we’re going to film a cover for his YouTube channel,” you smiled.

“Exciting. How’s your week been?”

“Honestly? It could have been better, but I’m on vacation so I’m not complaining.”

“Do you want to take about it?”

“Really?” you asked.

“Sweetheart, I have a 14 year old. I’m used to talking them through their problems.”

“There’s this guy, and he was really nice but then he did something really rude and he’s been ignoring me since. All I want to know is what I did wrong,” you sighed.

“Have you tried approaching him?”

“Well, he’s kind of famous. So no.”

“Ah, I see. Well do you want my advice as a stranger or a mom?”


“Okay, well my advice as a stranger is to block him on everything and try to forget what happened. He’s not worth it.”

You chuckled, “And your advice as a mom?”

“Try to talk to him. Don’t ask for an apology, just an explanation. If it’s a dumb one then move on. If it’s reasonable then try to work through it.”

“Wow, thank you so much.”

She parked the car and turned around, “Anytime.”

“Here you go,” you gave her your money and exited the vehicle. Once you were on the side walk you turned around, “your child is one lucky kid.”


The walk to Anth’s room was quiet, which allowed you to think. This is the first time since he liked your picture that you’ve had time to think about it.

How fucking dare he do that?

He had no right.

He ignored you for almost 2 weeks then likes your photo.

You were pissed off. He was playing you, or at least trying to. You weren’t going to fall into his tricks anymore. He was a dick and he didn’t deserve you.

You finally arrived to Anth’s room and knocked.

“Hi, you must be Y/n!” he smiled, embracing you in a hug.

“That’s me,” you laughed.

“I have so many ideas,” he said, leading you into the main room of the loft.

“I’m all ears,” you said as you sat down.

“So since you have a higher voice than me I was thinking we could do a duet that was originally sung by a guy and a girl.”

“I agree, do you have any ideas?”

“I have one,” he opened his phone and a song began playing. It was ‘Secret Love Song’ by Little Mix.

“I love this song!” you stood up and began singing along as you danced around the living room.

“And I also wrote a rap for it,” he handed you his notes and you read over them.

“Anth, this is amazing!” you read the lyrics, you were in awe of this boy.

“Thanks,” he stood up. “Are you sure it’s not too scandalous?” he asked as he started to set up the lights.

You grabbed the second light and followed his movements, “Why would you think that?”

He gave you a look.

“Oh, that.”


“Did he tell you?”

“No, and you don’t have to.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to know?” you smirked. “It doesn’t bother me anymore.” That wasn’t a complete lie, it still hurt but not as bad.

“Oh thank god, I’ve been dying to know,” he laughed.

So you told the story once more. Explaining what happened, how you felt, how you assumed he felt all while setting up.

“So,” you started, sitting down in front of the camera. “What’s the key to making a cover amazing?”

“All the emotion you feel towards Conor, put it into your singing.”

“All of it?”

“All of it.”


The recording was amazing. Though you did have to do multiple takes due to laughing, getting distracted or crying uncontrollably.

The one thing you loved about Anth is that he didn’t judge you. The first time you cried while recording, he simply stopped the camera and gave you a tissue. He waited until you told him you were ready.

After finally getting all the footage needed you two ordered pizza.

“Would you mind if I invited my friends over?” you asked, as you took a drink of your water.

“I don’t mind, just make sure they don’t post the location.”

“Got it,” you chuckled as you sent Alice a text telling her they could come over.

“Okay,” you started.

“What’s up?” he asked, sitting next to you.

“You know my story, what’s yours?””

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Honestly?” he nodded.

“Why do you think he did it?” you asked shyly.

“I have no clue. You’re an amazing girl and he lucked out.”

“Do you think I did something?”

“The thing with Conor is, he doesn’t know what to do when put into a situation. And half the time, he’ll pick the easy option.”

“That’s the thing though!” you threw your hands up. “I don’t know what situation he was put into.”

“Have you asked him?”

“I was going to, but he unadded me on everything. I took that as a sign to leave him alone.”

There was a knock at the door.

Anth put his hand on your thigh, “I don’t know why he did what he did. Just know, he’s the type of guy that will do anything, and I mean anything to make sure you know he’s sorry.” And with that he got up and answered the door, returning with your two closest friends.

The rest of the night was filled with lots of laughter and good music.

At first it was just videos of you four singing in your loudest voice possible but then it got serious. You got into teams and began battling against each other. So it was fair, Alice and you were on one team while Olivia and Anth on another.

It got super tense when Anth and you were up against each other.

He began rapping which honestly shouldn’t have caught you off guard, but it did. So then you started to sing You & I by One Direction, which caused him to smirk thinking he had won. But when you hit that high note everyone’s jaw dropped.

“Holy shit Y/n.” he gasped.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “Does that mean I win?”

“I’ll say you won if you agree to do another cover with me.”

“I don’t know,” you trailed off. “I’ll have to check my schedule.”

This caused all four of you to burst out laughing.

But then the door knocked.

“Who else did you invite?” Anth asked.

“No one.” You three said in unison.

“I’ll go check, just in case it’s a fan.” You said walking to the door.

When you opened the door you froze. You did not expect to see him of all people.

Conor Maynard was standing right in front of you.



Requests- Like a Romeo and Juliet type forbidden love between Tom and Reader

Where Peter broke up with the reader to protect her, but after he saves her from the Vulture, he apologises and they make up and fluff.

Prompt- “Did you think leaving you was easy? No! It was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do.”

AN- I got two requests for this prompt and they both gave me an idea, so I’ll use both of them and an idea of my own. 


Originally posted by optimus-grimes

It wasn’t all plain sailing being thrown into the spotlight from the second you were born, Y/N Stark, the next heir of the Stark fortune and undeniable brains that came with the name. But you had never had the chance to flourish, instead you held firmly under lock and key by your father, constantly protected by the grey walls of the compound you called home.

You had grown up with your father spending multiple weeks and even months away, forcing you to be brought up by his endless amounts of staff. Happy was always your favourite, especially after he was no longer ‘Iron Man’s’ body guard, he was around a lot more than your dad.

Sure, you had the company of the World’s Mightiest Heroes, but you never clicked with any of them, with an exception of Natasha. That was simply because you’d known her the longest out of all of them. Yet, just like your dad she was away most of the time, saving the world and all that jazz.

You had always sworn you wouldn’t get attached to any of the heroes, it was too dangerous, they could get ripped away from you at any moment. And you probably aren’t going to have a chance to say goodbye.

That was until one day you heard your dad enter the lab where you were currently messing around with some of the bits he had laying around. It was pretty much the only thing you could do without Tony freaking out so you took full advantage of the slight freedom. You were used to him coming in alone checking up on you, and occasionally messing around with you, though this time there was another voice with him.

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girlfriend? | maia/izzy | rated G | part of the queer!izzy verse | ““Even if I’ve heard more about how beautiful she is and how smart she is and how great she is than about any of your actual work these past few weeks, your boss might think you’re slacking,” Alec says, trying and failing miserably to sound stern, and Izzy just laughs at him.

“Well, my boss knows that I do my work on time, and perfectly, so I can talk about my girlfriend however much I want.”


(inspired by ideas/prompts from @blushyalec & @lesbianap 💛 )

Their forth date begins much like their first, with Izzy entering the Hunter’s Moon right at the end of Maia’s shift. She takes a seat at the bar just as Maia emerges from the back room, and a smile as bright as sunshine spreads across her face when she sees Izzy. Crossing the room, Maia steps into place beside Izzy, their fingers immediately intertwining at their sides. A warm hand on Izzy’s neck, a soft touch to Maia’s waist and then their lips touch, just a peck, but it leaves them both smiling bright.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Izzy says and gets up, never letting go of Maia’s hand. They’re barely two steps away from the bar when the door of the Hunter’s Moon opens. Luke lets the door close softly behind him, his expression concerned.

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The Lady in Red (8/10)

Title: The Lady in Red (8/10)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader
Words: 1253
Warnings: Angst

Steve woke with the feeling of a slight weight on his head. He slowly lifted his head and Y/N’s hand dropped to the bed. She was still sleeping. He watched her face in the early morning light streaming in through the window. She looked so peaceful and serene. He could stare at her all day. And now her memory was back. Steve didn’t know what that would mean, but it didn’t change how he felt about her. He didn’t want her to leave but he steeled himself with the knowledge that he would let her go if that’s what she wanted.

“Still sleeping?” Bruce whispered as he stepped into the room and handed Steve a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, she probably needs it. I’m not sure how well she’s been sleeping at night but I know she’s had at least one nightmare.” Steve replied softly.

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anonymous asked:

for the dialogue prompt ask!! bellarke and "I just really need to have you here right now"

listen, this is not what i intended to write and for that i am sorry. this is also pure speculation based off of the spoilers from leaked scripts WAY back when, so beware of possible spoilers. but also this has no scientific backing and probably doesn’t make sense, sorry. i’m emotional right now.

also this is my first time writing non-modern verse blarke so, be aware of that. have fun.

When Bellamy was seven years old, his mother’s muffled screams filled the small, metal compartment that he called home, and then it was the soft cries of a newborn girl he named after an old emperor’s sister, a woman who stood tall and strong against all odds. He hoped that his Octavia could do the same, even if she had to live her entire life in fear of being discovered, of being criminalized for her birth.

After they fall to earth, after they lose and find each other over and over again, Bellamy thinks that she’s going to be the hardest thing he’s ever going to have to lose. And oh god, he can’t believe he’s wrong.

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Instant Kill Feature

Obviously Peter Parker would never imagine using this, yet Tony Stark put it there for a reason.

This makes me think of the first time Peter kills someone with it. It’s inevitable if he becomes an Avenger. He’ll be out there fighting some truly evil people. And of course, he would only do it as a last resort - and only to save the lives of others. It would be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. It would haunt him for weeks, if not longer. It would constantly play over and over again in his mind, until he can’t take it any more. 
Aunt May is the first to notice, but he won’t talk to her - can’t talk to her. Ultimately, it’s Tony that sits Peter down and talks about his first kill. They talk through the pain, hoping he can explain to Peter that sometimes it’s unavoidable in the name of saving innocent lives.
Richonne One Shots Chapter 36: Election Night 2, a Walking Dead FanFiction
Part Two of Election Night is a prequel. Rick and Michonne meet from opposite sides...

Originally posted by erinjustyceforall

“Look alive, Grimes. I’m not paying you to stand around looking pretty.” The sardonic southern accent bit at Rick’s ears, immediately rubbing him the wrong way. The man from whom the voice emitted completed the image. Over six feet tall with unnaturally perfect hair, Philip Blake was the picture of conservative family values to his potential constituents. Those who worked with him knew better.

Phillip Blake was an asshole.

Rick swallowed thickly, biting his tongue for presumably the hundredth time this morning. His boss took his silence as compliance, already moving along on his list of people to verbally abuse.

“This Michonne, she’s gaining in the polls,” Philip’s southern accent was far less polished behind the scenes.

“She’s a novelty, sir,” Blake’s assistant, Milton, a mousy man with rectangular glasses, piped up on queue. “They’ll grow tired of her. My numbers—”

“Are bullshit,” Blake finished. “I’m not taking any risks. Find me something I can use against her.”

It took every ounce of self-control for Rick not to roll his eyes. Philip Blake would have made an excellent dictator in another life. His hatred for his opponent burned bright. Rick suspected that the fact that a Black woman had the gall to run against him burned the hell out of Blake’s chaps.

“She’s a problem,” he clipped out, pausing to adjust his hair and tie in the mirror backstage. “She needs to be dealt with.”

Rick’s eye twitched again.

“She’s young. Unseasoned. You have the support of the party—” Milton tried again.

“Find something I can use,” Blake interjected, acting as though his assistant hadn’t spoken at all.

“I will,” Milton was doing the stuttering thing again. Rick almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“Where the hell is my wife?” Blake turned his attention elsewhere, eyes sweeping for the platinum blonde. Rick hadn’t exchanged a word with her in the month since he took this gig, and he didn’t care to change that. Mrs. Blake was just as unpleasant as her husband.

“I’m here,” she appeared in a click of heels and a cloud of perfume and bad attitude, her waves of hair seemingly glued around her head. She took her husband’s arm. At once, their scowls melted into smiles that could have graced a Colgate ad. Rick watched them sweep onto the stage, happy to retreat to his place with the other bodyguards just behind the curtain.

He spotted Abe, an old colleague, standing up ramrod straight. The redhead caught his eye, grinning.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Abe started in immediately. Rick felt his mood improve marginally.

“Abe,” he nodded.

“Shane hook you up?” he asked, shaking Rick’s hand.

“That obvious?” Rick took his place beside him, facing the pulpit. His clients had emerged to raucous applause. Rick’s stomach turned.

“Politics ain’t really your scene,” Abe snorted lowly.

“And they’re yours?” Rick scoffed. He couldn’t imagine a more politically incorrect person than the man beside him.

“I at least served old Uncle Sam,” Abe grinned. “You couldn’t cut basic training.”

“It’s good money,” Rick shrugged slightly. This was his daily mantra.

“Better you than me,” Abe’s eyes locked onto the Blakes. “Ain’t never seen a bigger pair of assholes.”

Rick held in his laugh and his agreement. “How’s your girl?” he asked.

Abe’s smile widened. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the arrival of the client in question.

“Excuse me,” a lilting voice drew Rick’s attention. His eyes flickered momentarily to the woman walking out on stage, head high and shoulders back.

Rick dropped his jaw. He’d seen pictures of her, clips on the evening news. None of them did her justice. He hadn’t seen a person look less like a politician. Her dark locs were fixed back from her forehead in a simple but striking updo. Her skin seemed to glow under the stage lights, dark like polished bronze. She swept past him in a swirl of vanilla and sandalwood, her heels clicking as she took her place on the podium. Rick stared in shock.

“Is that her?” Rick whispered under his breath. He wasn’t looking at the Blakes at all anymore.

“That’s her,” Abe smirked knowingly, his eyes never leaving his client. “Michonne Bechet. Atlanta Councilwoman. Might be an Obama in the making.”

“Holy shit,” Rick’s statement came out almost as a gasp. “I’m going to kill Shane.”

Abe chuckled, arms folded in front of him, the hint of amusement playing beneath his facial hair. “Walsh did you a favor.”

“How do you figure?” It damn sure didn’t feel like a favor from where Rick was standing. From where he was standing, it looked like Abe got to guard the gorgeous, progressive candidate while Rick got stuck with Philip Blake.

“He knows you, man. You couldn’t handle her,” Abe’s lips barely moved as they muttered quietly to one another.

Rick didn’t answer. There were plenty of ways he suddenly wanted to handle the woman in front of him, none of them professional. “You might have a point,” he admitted.

Abe grunted his agreement.

Rick wasn’t one for politics, but he paid close attention to the debate that night. He’d heard Blake’s stance a million and a half times, but Michonne’s words stuck with him. She had vision, she had panache, she had charisma, and she was a hell of a looker. Michonne faced the jeering crowd without so much as flinching. If Blake’s sardonic insults affected her, she didn’t show it. She answered the debate questions in a clear, high voice, outlining her point until even the crowd seemed to silence before her.

Blake hated her.

“Find me something on her,” he reiterated that night, taking a break from his hooting and hollering and cursing to address Milton. “Before this gets out of control.”

By debate number two, it was clear that the situation had long since gotten out of control. Michonne was gaining in the polls. Blake couldn’t maintain his polite façade. Their meeting at a charity ball quickly divested into petty remarks. Rick reddened behind his boss while Michonne took the insults on the chin.

“Asshole,” Abe was angrier even than Rick, his eyes burning holes into Blake as he sipped champagne and schmoozed with donors.

“Dick,” Rick agreed, fighting the urge to knock his employer in the back of his head with the butt of his gun.

“Abe,” they were interrupted once more by the dark horse candidate. She looked stunning in her little black dress, her hair pulled up in a bun.

“What do you need, darling?” Abe came to attention at once. Rick resisted the urge to step forwards towards her.

“I’m tired,” she announced this with the air of one discussing the weather. Only the weariness in her eyes betrayed her actual feelings.

“All right,” Abe nodded, mobilizing her people at once. Rick was left standing there, staring at her, anger burning in the pit of his stomach at the way this woman was treated. She glanced back, her expression mildly curious.

“Don’t let him bother you,” Rick’s mouth was moving before he even realized it. “He’s scared of you.”

She looked surprised for a fraction of a second, then her expression changed. Her laugh, clear and melodious, got him through the rest of the night, even as Blake snarked at everyone around him.

“Thank you,” she told him as Abe swept her off, throwing Rick a knowing look from beneath his bushy brow.

Rick and Michonne met again at a community center groundbreaking. She was just as stunning in jeans and a blouse as an evening gown. She smiled at him this time, greeting him kindly as she passed. Rick ignored Blake’s burning glare to smile back.

“Maybe you’re not useless after all,” Blake mused later, unaware of how close he was to getting punched squarely in his face. “She’s likes the working class type. Talk to her next time. See what you can find out.”

Rick seized the opportunity. He found her a week later, sitting at the bar, her ankles crossed, her hair hanging freely down her back. He beelined for her.

“Rick,” his name sounded regal coming from her lips. “Should you be talking to me?” she seemed amused. Her hand cupped her chin as she stared up at him, her confidence burning bright.

“It’s my day off,” he told her. This was true. Both candidates were stationed in the same hotel. He bumped into her at the bar downstairs. He’d come down to meet Abe for a drink, but changed course the moment he spotted her.

“Blake gives you those?” she quipped, sipping prettily from her beer.

Rick laughed. Behind them, Abe watched, amused. Rick caught his eye, silently begging his friend to leave them alone.

“You owe me,” Rick read Abe’s lips from across the bar. Rick happily sent over a drink to keep him occupied.

“How do I know you’re not a spy?” Michonne questioned lightly a few moments later. There was something underlying in her tone that let Rick know she was not joking.

“You can ask Abe what I think of my employer,” Rick didn’t miss a beat. Truth was, he hated Philip Blake. Work had become the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.

“What do you think of me?” she asked, taking another draw. Rick’s eyes flicked to her lips. He swallowed thickly.

“I might vote for you,” he told her, taking a gulp to steady himself.

“Just might?” she sounded so incredulous that for a moment Rick feared she was serious. Then she smiled around the mouth of her bottle. Rick grinned back.

“Learn anything interesting?” Blake asked the next morning.

Rick had learned her favorite drink, her cat’s name, that she loved action movies, and got into politics to fight for the voiceless.

“Nope,” Rick answered. Blake glared. Rick did not flinch. Blake eventually moved off.

“Are you making a move on my client?” Abe asked later, when both of them were stationed behind the scenes of debate number 3.

“I’m thinking about it,” Rick did not hesitate to answer. It was all he seemed to think about.

“You’re going to get fired,” Abe rolled his eyes.

“Might be worth it.” There was no might about it. If Rick had half a chance, he’d take it.

“I’m going to regret this,” Abe sighed, then pulled out his phone. “She asked me for your number.”

Rick punched it into Abe’s phone at lightning speed.

Her first text came the following Saturday afternoon. Phillip and his wife were drunk at the pool and Rick was bored to tears.

“What’s it going to take to get your vote?” the question blinked up at him under the bright light of the afternoon sun.

“Want to talk about it over dinner?” he text back, waiting with baited breath while the three dots flashed at him.

“It can’t be public.”

Rick’s heart jumped. Trying to contain his excitement, he text back. “I know a place. No one will bother us.”

Her response took a full five minutes, but eventually it pinged in.

“Sounds great.”

Rick read her message, sitting contently and grinning while Blake yelled at Milton from across the pool.


requested by anon <3
  can you do a diana x reader prompt with 14. “You took a piece of me, and I let you.” and 28. “Pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.” ? thanks:) + prompt list


You took a piece of me and I let you.” Diana says heated, her hands coming to grasp your own. You blink. What pleasant conversation the two of you were having is long forgotten as it turned into an argument. The party continues to rage inside: lights flash, champagne glasses clank and the music rises in volume drowning out all chatter…But outside is quiet. The few people that came to share a smoke promptly left when your voice rose and so did Diana’s. The two of you are finally together, but you suppose you still aren’t used to it. Aren’t used to being in a serious relationship, aren’t used to not comment on an attractive woman’s or man’s appearance. Diana took your flirtatious wink to heart, even if it didn’t mean anything to you. Her eyes portray desperation as she tries to catch your gaze. Is she afraid she is losing you? You wonder, but don’t say anything, merely bite your lip and continue to stare at the silky hem of your dress. “(Name),” Diana calls you softly and you finally look at her, “pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.” Her voice falls, “Please don’t tell me to do it again…I couldn’t.”

You smile softly, your hand coming loose from her grip. The pads of your fingers graze the skin of her cheek as you hook a loose strand of her hair over her ear, “No, of course not. I love you. I’m sorry if I made you worry…I take back what I said about Mona looking beautiful…” Your hand cups the side of her jaw, “The only beautiful here is you.”

.Requests are open!

Camryn (a teen wolf story)

                                   Chapter 6: Triggered 

      I read Scott’s message. He sent me the location where we were going to have the first pack meeting since we’ve all made amends. Brett dried his hair with a towel, he had just taken a shower. “I’m so nervous about how this is going to go.” I said locking my phone. “You nervous? I’m literally freaking out. You just can’t see it.” Brett laughed. “Can’t smell it either.” I said rolling my eyes with a smile. I tied my hair up into a ponytail. He put on a tank top and some joggers. I walked to him and ran my fingers down his muscular arms. I looked up at him with a thousand stars in my eyes. “I love you.” He said holding my waist. “I love you.” I said tiptoeing to reach his lips.

     When we got to the place Brett gripped my hand. I rang the bell with the button outside of a big sliding door. “Are you sure this is the right place?” Brett asked. “You drove us here.” I said furrowing my brows. The door opened and a pair of hands grabbed my shirt and pulled me in. I was thrown onto a hard concrete floor. Rolling with a thud. I jumped up quickly with my hands in front of me. Malia was in front of me, throwing punches. I blocked one, another connected with my nose. My nose cracked sending me back onto the ground. My vision turned red and everything was shaking. I ran for her.

                                        Flash back 2 months ago

“Come on. Let’s go.” My moms words echoed. I stared at my Dad in disbelief. The woman sitting on our living room couch wasn’t supposed to be there. She was holding her shirt over her chest. A lump was rising in my throat. My Dad. My hero. The guy I’d turn to for anything. My hero. The man that still holds my hand when I cry. My hero. The man that still made me feel beautiful on a hazy mornings still in my pajamas while Prince blasted through the house when him and my Mom were cooking breakfast. My hero. The guy who taught me how guys should treat a lady. My hero turned out to be a Villain sitting in the living room with his mistress. My Hero was the only one claiming defeat in my heart. My lip quivered and I stared at my dad shaking my head. “Cammy.” He said walking towards me. “No!” I sobbed shaking my head. “Don’t you touch me. Don’t you say my name.” I cried backing away. “Let’s go!” My mom screamed. Her voice almost shattering my eardrums. I dropped the soccer ball in my hands and took of running down the hallway to my parents room. I slammed the door pressing my back up against it. I dropped to the floor pulling my hair. This was the hardest thing that I had ever endured. “20 years.” My mom repeated over and over. “17.” I whispered. 17 years of my life there has been only one man that I looked up to. That was my dad. I never wanted to look at him again. “Camryn go get your things!” My mom said through tears. I stood up and left their room heading to mine.


         “Camryn!” I heard Brett’s voice. I opened my eyes. I was breathing hard and fast. Brett had me picked up restraining me in his arms. Malia was kneeling on the ground out of breath. Scott was standing staring at me. Liam was looking at me with a grin on his face. Lydia had her arms crossed with a smug look on her face. Stiles was standing with his mouth gaping open. A dark haired guy with scruffy face hair clapped. “Well done.” He said. “And you called me an IED?” Liam scoffed rolling his eyes. “What just happened?” I asked as Brett sat me back down on the ground. “You blacked out.” Scott said. I looked up at Brett. “What were you thinking about?” He asked me. I shook my head. “Nothing. I don’t know what happened. What was that for?” I asked looking at Malia. “It was a test run. To see what skills you have and which ones you didn’t.” Scott said. “It looks to me like she’s got most of the ones she needs.” the guy with the scruffy face said. “Who are you?” I asked confused. “Oh how rude of me.” He said walking towards me. Brett let out a small growl and stepped closer to me from behind. “Derek.” The guy said holding out his hand looking at Brett. I shook it. “You have a lot to learn.” Derek said still looking at Brett. “Me or him?” I asked pointing a thumb at Brett. “Both.” Derek said walking away. “But I’m impressed.” He said. “What did I do?” I asked looking at Malia. “Whooped my ass.” She laughed brushing off her pants. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “I told them i had faith in you.” Lydia said flipping her hair. “She did.” Scott smiled. “She’ll be even worse tonight.” A man with short brown hair and broad shoulders said coming down the spiral stairs in the corner. “Is there anyone else hiding that I need to know about?” I asked looking around dramatically. “Peter Hale.” He said walking by me nonchalant. “Dad.” Malia said with a fake smile. “Daughter.” He said tucking his hands behind his back. “Why will I be worse tonight?” I asked. “The full moon.” Everyone said in unison. I jumped. “Sheesh.” I jumped. “I’ll help her.” Brett said as I trailed around the loft exploring. “She needs more than just you for this first moon.” Scott said. “You might be the first person she sees and decides to rip your sweet face off.” Peter said. “He’s right.” Derek chimed in. “Scott knows what it was like for his first shift.” Derek said slapping Scott on the back. “Derek said we could camp out here for the night.” Scott said. “You’ll need these.” Peter said walking to a blanket on a couch. He lifted it up to reveal a pile of chains. My eyes widened.

         I was worn out. I sat on the couch chugging a water. Brett was doing pull ups on a bar in the doorway. We had been here all day. It was getting dark outside. Malia was sitting beside me bouncing her legs. I looked at her and saw her head moving up and down as she watched Brett. I cleared my throat. “What?” She laughed. I cocked an eyebrow unamused. “He’s just good looking.” She laughed. “Better looking when we’re alone.” I smirked. She rolled her eyes. “Gross.” She pretended to gag. “It’s almost time.” Scott said dropping the chains on the ground. I flinched at the noise. “Is that really all the necessary?” I asked drawing in my elbows. “Yeah for tonight.” Scott said. “Come here.” Scott said. “What are you doing?” Brett asked approaching Scott. “Preparing.” Scott said. Brett looked at me concerned. Scott walked to a post. in the middle of the room. “Just sit with your back against it. I’ll secure you and we’ll wait.” Scott said. My hands started to get clammy. I sat with my back against the post. He started wrapping me with the chains. The heavy feeling reminded me of the night before. I rubbed my hands on my leggings nervously. “I’m not sure that will be enough.” Derek said walking over with his arms crossed. “What do you mean!?” I asked startled. “Hey.” Brett said sitting on the floor in front of me. He rubbed a hand over my cheek. “They know what they’re doing. Just sit back and let them help you.” He said softly. I relaxed and leaned my head against the beam.

          Brett grabbed my hand. “You did good today.” He said smiling at me. I could smell the nervousness on him. “You can’t be nervous too. That scares me even more.” I said fidgeting my feet. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He said squeezing my hand. “It’s almost here.” Scott interrupted. “Oh god.” I said. “No, you’re fine. Just talk to me.” Brett said holding both of my hands. He was sitting with his legs open around me. I gulped and nodded. “Did I really kick her ass?” I asked trying to get my mind off of the situation. “Totally. We were all spooked for a second. I didn’t think you would stop!” He laughed. I smiled. My head started feeling heavy. I shook my head trying to get rid of the feeling. He squeezed my hands. “You okay?” He asked. I nodded with my eyes closed. My body started feeling light and tingly. I hung my neck and breathed out slowly. “It’s time.” Scott said. “You might want to back up.” He said tapping Brett on the shoulder. “No, I’ll stay right here.” He said looking back at me. My heart was racing at an alarming rate. My hands were shaking. My head was pounding. I was numb all over.


The woman was standing in the living room. She looked lost. “You.” I said pointing a shaking finger at her. I felt so much hate, ANGER and heartbreak. “You ruined this family.” I cried running to my room. I shut my door and locked it. I screamed and dug my nails into my hairline. I heard the sound of breaking glass. It made me jump and I grabbed the biggest bag from under my bed and started shoving all of my clothes in it. “Camryn. I never wanted you to find out this way.” My dad said. I turned around. He was standing by my door. He must have come in here when I was in the other room. “Get out.” I said trying to keep the tone of my voice steady. Trying not to show that I wanted to cry harder than I ever have before. “Listen to me Camryn. I’m still your father.” He said holding a hand out to me. I stepped back. “No. You’re a liar. You- Are nothing to me. I hate you.” I said biting my lips. My face was streamed with tears again. “Get out. Please.” I cried closing my eyes. He walked to me and kissed my forehead before turning away and leaving my room. I sobbed and continued to pack my bags. I shoved shoes, clothes, makeup and 17 years of my life in this house, into these bags. 


         All I saw was her face. “You.” I roared. “No! Camryn! You’re seeing things.” A voice said. “You!” I screamed. Everything shook around me. “You have to bring her out of it!” A voice said. “You ruined my FAMILY!” I screamed. “Look at me!” A voice screamed. “Listen to me.” the voice morphed into a more familiar voice. My dad. “You ruined our family!” I screamed. “Call her out of it!” A voice said. Hands grabbed my face sending my head against a hard surface. My body melted. The chains wrapped around me felt of a thousand pounds. I gasped as I opened my eyes. Brett had his lips pressed to mine. I started to cry. “Baby.” He said petting my face. “You’re okay. Shh.” He said holding my head against his chest. “Get her out of these.” Brett demanded pulling at the chains around me. Scott unlocked them. Brett pulled me into his lap. I looked down at my hands. The brown claws were slowly retracting back into my skin before my eyes. I looked up at him. “You were triggered.” Scott said. “There’s something eating you inside.” He said. “What happened to you?” Brett asked rocking me. “I was defeated.” I whimpered resting my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head and cradled me. “He pulled you out of it by himself.” Scott said elbowing Brett in the shoulder. “With some coaching.” Brett said looking at Scott. I held onto Brett’s arm. “Thank god, cause I’d have to go to the hardware store if she broke anymore of my lightbulbs with that scream.” Derek said screwing in a new lightbulb with a pinky digging in his ear. “Might need a few new dishes too.” Peter said opening the cabinets. Broken pieces of glass fell to the floor. “I did that?” I asked looking at Scott. “It’s the Banshee in you.” He said. “Don’t feel bad. I’ll replace everything.” Scott laughed. “Okay.” I said looking down at the ground.

        I missed my dad. My heart was still so broken. You’d never know it though. I hid my emotions about my dad very well. I stayed distant from my mom because she was still recovering and it made me sad. It sounds selfish of me but I can’t bear to watch her cry anymore. I watched out the window while Brett drove me home. “Want some ice cream?” He said pulling into a Sonic. I looked at him. I felt like I had the eyes of a puppy. I nodded crossing my legs in the passenger seat. He ordered me a oreo cheesecake shake and he get a banana split. We sat eating quietly in the car. “What’s bothering you?” He asked. I could feel him looking at me struggling to get a drink from my straw. “Just things.” I said dipping my straw in and out of my cup. “Just things hmm?” He asked. I nodded trying not to seem too bent out of shape. “Who ruined your family?” He asked. I paused. I looked at him for a moment before sitting my shake in the cup holder. I twiddled my fingers. “Have you ever wondered why my dad isn’t around?” I asked. “I never thought about it, no. It’s not my place to question.” Brett said taking a bite of his ice cream. “My mom lost the love of her life to another woman after 20 years and walked right in on it. I saw everything. I walked in first. I was so excited and ready to tell him how I won my soccer game.” I said rubbing my eyebrows. He was quiet. “I will never be able to forgive my Dad for showing me what hate feels like.” I said looking at him. He had stopped eating and was staring at me. “Do you ever miss him?” He asked. “Oh.” I said pursing my lips. “More and more everyday.” I said with a crack in my voice. “I know how that feels.” He said scratching his head. He leaned over the console and pressed his nose to my cheek. “You make everything better.” I said tuning to look at him. Our noses were touching. “You make life better.” He said kissing me softly.

       His hands gently ran up my sides. I smiled against his lips. “You are the absolute girl of my dreams.” He whispered. I took my shirt off. He bent his neck down holding my face in a sweet kiss. “I love you so much.” I spilled. I could feel it pouring from my chest. He stopped and looked at me. “What?” I asked placing a hand on top of his as it sat on my cheek. He shook his head. “That’s just the first time you’ve ever said it first.” He said. “I love you so much more.” He said kissing every inch of my face. I tossed my head back in laughter. He picked me up and twirled me around falling on top of me on the bed. I was radiating with love. I could feel it. I could smell a sweet smell coming from him. “You have changed me so much Camryn Jane.” He said finger combing my curls. “Is that good or bad?” I asked playing with the rings on his necklace as it hung from his neck. “Being with you every day makes everything so much better. I think about life before you and I remember how hateful and spiteful I was. You’ve shown me what true friendship is and you’ve helped me build friendships. You’ve shown me that true love is breathtaking because everytime i’m with you I can hardly breathe. I wake up and go to sleep with you and I wake up and fall asleep knowing that in the morning I’ll always have something so precious and so wonderful and because of that I will Be forever grateful.” He said. He was now laying down on top of me nestling his head into my chest. I rubbed his back. “I’m in love with you. My mate, you are the best thing in my life.” He said sleepily. “Promise you’ll never leave.” I said with my face in his hair. “I promise. A thousand times over and over. I promise.” He said. His sleepy voice made me smile. Despite my heart yearning for my father, I was content. I felt whole in this moment.

“Russian roulette.”

The game of killing or dying was too much for you after Richard was about to use you as bait, so you left to not be part of that life.

Request made by prince-of-edolas: Daryl x Reader are married and they stay at the kingdom for a while but Richard tries to use the reader as bait so Daryl gets pissed and he gets into a fight with Richard, threatening to kill him if anything happened to the reader. So the reader sneaks away from the kingdom to live in a small house not far from the kingdom. Then Daryl goes to look for her and they soon see each other again and the reader explains that she doesn’t want anyone she loves to die so a smut scene happens.

Hope you like it ^^!

  • Daryl x Reader
  • Words: 4.202
  • Warning: Smut (Unprotected sex) Bad words. Sorry for the possible grammatical errors.

From afar, Daryl saw you teaching the children of the kingdom how to use the bow in the archery area. Some little ones had good bases to become archers, but he saw how they seemed to insist that you show them again how it was done. You searched inside the quiver that hung against your back, and took an arrow with a red feather in it that shone in the morning sun when you connected it with the bow. With a fluid movement, you raised the bow to the height of your face, pointed towards the target in front of you, and your arrow pierced right in the middle of the yellow point of the objective.

Daryl smiled proudly, but decided not to get close when King Ezekiel approached you. Instead, Daryl walked away from there and crossed the garden and some houses, still thinking about the conversation with Morgan. Near him, Richard practiced in his own archery area, and watched Daryl as he approached.

“I’m practicing. I have to start using these more.” He raised the bow to the target, but the arrow hit the black point far from the center. “I know your wife can do much better.”

“She can.” Daryl said and Richard turned to him.

“Morgan said you’re a bowman.”

Richard took the crossbow from the box between them, holding a calm expression that Daryl didn’t trust in, but he took it, glancing at Richard with suspicion.


“Because we want the same things. And I need your help.”

He was talking about the saviors.

Daryl checked the weight of the crossbow in his hands before he lifted it close to his face, ready to shoot.

Daryl and Richard walked down the empty highway with green trees at the sides and a desolate view. The plan was to attack first, a surprise ambush that would cause a war between them, to then finally kill the saviors to live safe. They hid behind a big cargo truck by the side of the road, putting down their weapons and backpacks.

“They ride this road.” Richard said. “If we see cars: it’s the saviors. They are coming in bands of 2 or 3. That’s why I need you. I can’t take them down alone.” He kneeled in front of his backpack, pulling the liquor bottles out of it. “We hit them with the guns first, then with the molotovs, and back to the guns until they are dead.“

“Why the fire?”

“It needs to look bad.”

Daryl didn’t seem convinced and walked around Richard with his crossbow in hand.

“The saviors who discovers what’s left…” Richard got up and turned around to look at Daryl. “We want them to be angry. I left a trail from here to the weapons cache near to an open field that will take them… to a person who practices near here and that Ezekiel cares about.”

“Who’s that?”

“Just a person that will help.”

“Lives in the kingdom?”

“She practices out of there.”

Daryl stopped himself.

“It’s a woman?”

“What’s that matter? She got more balls than you and me. She’s not gonna die, but when the saviors come and find their friends dead, they will follow the trail and go to the guns cache, then to the open field and they’ll try to attack this woman…”

“What’s her name?”

Richard was becoming impatient.

“They won’t kill her, but that’s gonna show Ezekiel what he needs to do. He will see she was about to get hurt because of the saviors and just then he will fight.”

Richard’s betrayal began to unfold in front of Daryl’s eyes, and he didn’t like what he heard, and his hand tightened on the crossbow.

“Her name. What is it?”

“She is tough. She will live.”

The pieces of the puzzle began to fit in and Daryl started to have a complete view of Richard’s plan.

“Say her damn name!”

He needed to hear it to be sure. His threatening look made Richard surrender, but he showed no fear, showing all his disinterest towards your life.


Containing himself so as not to kill Richard at that very moment was the hardest thing Daryl ever did. His body was shaking with anger; the blood on his veins froze as he listened to that man and how he put your life in danger without remorse. As if your life was worth nothing, as if you didn’t have someone to defend you.

“Are ya fuckin’ crazy?” Daryl talked with a low, angry voice. “Ya just dared to put in risk ma wife’s life just ‘cause ya think she can handle a group of saviors?”

“You two told Ezekiel that anything had to be done to stop the saviors.”

Daryl used all his strength to not shoot an arrow in Richard’s face, and he surrounded Richard to take his things before leaving that place.


“She’ll live. Listen… this is how this has to happen. This is how we will get rid of the saviors. You two stayed in the kingdom for a reason: to prove to Ezekiel we can kill the savior. Together. So we can all have a future.”

“No!” Daryl passed him by walked away from him.

“If we don’t do something people are gonna die!“ Richard turned around and Daryl faced him. “People who wants to live!”

“Get the hell away from ma wife, you hear me?“ Daryl got closed to him, looking straight into his eyes.

Richard step back from him, hearing the roar of the cars that approached. Daryl dropped his pack off his shoulders and held his crossbow, watching the saviors’ path toward them coming down the hill.

Richard looked at Daryl.

“It’s them. We can wait for things to go bad, lose people, or we can do the hard thing…” He glanced at the saviors for a few seconds. “Or choose our fates for ourselves.”


Richard shrugged.


Richard turned around to carry out his plan with or without Daryl’s help, but Daryl dropped his crossbow and took Richard by the collar of his t-shirt to push him to the ground. He tried to fight back, but Daryl held him with his own arm close to Richard’s neck, to then punch him on the face. Over and over until a river of blood he descended from his nose to cover part of his face.

Richard whined taking a canteen next to his face and hit Daryl, falling onto a side as both crawled on the ground to take their weapons to aim at their faces when they got up.

Richard breathed through his parted lips and nodded to the saviors.

“There will be more. Or they will come back later, and we will have another chance. But we are running out of time. Your people need the kingdom to beat the saviors… We have to make sacrifices in one way or another. Guys like us… we’ve already lost so much.”

Daryl saw in him the sadness for his loss, but that would never justify taking the life of another person to win.

“Ya don’t know me.”

“I know that (Y/N) is stronger than us.”

Daryl lowered his crossbow.

“I’ll tell ya this just once: if ma wife gets hurt in any way, even if she just gets a small cut in her body, I’ll kill ya. So from now on: don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, don’t breathe near her.”

Richard held his breath, looking at Daryl straight in his eyes.

“I would die for the kingdom.”

Daryl looked at him.

“Why don’t ya?”

And he took his backpack, his crossbow, his weapon, and Daryl left.

When you turned off the lamp on the night table of your room, the light of the night came in softly through the window, and you lay down sideways on your side of the bed as Daryl covered you with the blanket.

“Ya won’t take your clothes off?” He said as he hugged you from behind.

“No…” You lied. “I’m cold.”

“I can help ya with that.” He said softly and moved to get closer to you. His arms held you against him, giving you part of his warm. “Don’t worry ‘bout anythin’. No one ain’t gonna hurt ya. We’ll leave this place in a few days.”

You held his hands on yours, waiting for him to fall sleep. Anxiety and fear became one within you as the minutes passed in silence. The world around you seemed like a lie because everything was as quiet as if there were no walkers on the other side of the gates, as if Richard hadn’t tried to hurt you without remorse. Daryl told you because you already knew that something was happening and because he wanted you to stop going to that open field to practice. He couldn’t protect you without telling the truth, but it was necessary to face it to protect you from Richard.

What hurt you the most was thinking how a life could mean nothing in the hands of other people: as if they had any rights over a life. But the truth hit you hard too; because you did the same thing the first time you defended yourself from someone who tried to kill you for your weapon.

But that didn’t make you a killer too?

The guilt fell on you, the harsh reality of a murderer who tries to justifies a murder, just as Richard tried to do it, just as you did. Everyone there, good or bad people were doing the same thing. Killing. Taking lives away.

You realized you couldn’t be part of all that. Not because you were weak but because you didn’t want to be the survivor that sees its friends die. And what if you die in the middle of the battle?

Die and cause pain to others? Or stay alive but live in pain?

That life was like playing Russian roulette: none of you knew who could die or live, but all had to play. No exception.

But you couldn’t stay and do it, so that night, you left before the game started.

That same night, you left your backpack on the small bed and looked around the place. It was a two bedroom cabin. It was old, small but cozy, much better than a bed in the kingdom. This was a place you found days ago without telling anybody, not even Daryl. As you lay down there, you hoped that was the last time you started a new beginning far from the killing, far from the fear of losing people.

In the early morning, a commotion caught Morgan and King Ezekiel’s attention. They ran to the group of people who gathered around a fight, but no one was able to stop Daryl, who was over Richard, punching him over and over until Morgan took Daryl and pulled him out of Richard before he could kill him. Daryl got up and breathed hardly through his parted lips, watching Richard on the ground.

“What is happening?!” Ezekiel asked holding Richard and looked around. “Walk away, people. There is a lot to do today.”

The people listened, and Ezekiel glanced at Daryl.

“Tell me right now why you did this.”

“That piece of shit did something to ma wife. She left!” Daryl was about to fell over Richard but Morgan held him back. “I told him to stay away from her!”

Ezekiel got up leaving Richard on the ground, too weak to get himself up.

“What did Richard do to (Y/N)?”

Daryl looked at Ezekiel, not wanting to say what happened yesterday, and something held him back from telling the truth.

“Let him tell ya, I’ll go find ma wife.”

Daryl took his crossbow from the ground and walked away with big steps towards the gates. Behind him, Morgan followed him.

“Daryl… Did (Y/N) leave a note?”

But he didn’t stop.

“She wanted to get away from this fight. She doesn’t wanna see her friends being killed.”

“Because she knows that some of us could die.”

Daryl hated the way Morgan talked, like if Daryl didn’t understand that could happen. He turned around, giving Morgan a threatening look.

“Don’t talk to me like if I was a child. Killing the saviors is the only way for me to make sure ma wife and friends will have a safe life.”

“Even if someone dies in the process?”

But Daryl didn’t answer, and he yelled the man in charge of the gates to open it up. He walked out, completely sure he would find you.

You walked through the forest near your house, with the quiver on your back and the bow in your hand, looking for some animal to eat. Everything was as it should be in the forest, everything there belonged to its place. Except you. But listening to the birds sing, you made your way until you found a squirrel that moved from here to there on the branch of a tree.

You pulled an arrow from the quiver; you connected it to the bow and lifted it to the correct height close to your face. A sudden sadness covered you because you couldn’t stop killing, but before you could throw your arrow, another one flew close to you and sank into the animal’s body.

You gasped in acknowledgment.

You turned around to see Daryl walking close to you, with your heart beating fast against your chest. He stopped in front of you, looking at you through his head slightly down, just like he did when he was sad. He did that just with you, because just with you he was able to show how he truly felt.

“This is the moment when you ask me why the hell I left you.” You chuckled through the knot in your throat.

But he shook his head softly.

“This is the moment when I say I missed ya.” He approached you, almost afraid as if you were not real, and he put his arms around you to embrace your waist, hiding his face in your neck, at the same time that you let go of the bow to feel him close to you. “I missed ya.”

As you sat in your little bed, Daryl left his backpack on the table in the middle of the room and look for something. Before you knew what it was, he threw it at you at and you catched it perfectly.

It was a peach, because he knew how much you like it.

As you cleaned it against your clothes, Daryl sat in the chair that gave him a perfect view of you as you leaned against the wall behind you, looking back at him. He rested his elbow against the wood, holding his chin in his hand.

“Explain it to me ‘cause I don’t get it.” He made a gesture with his hand to point around the place. “I said I would protect ya. We were ‘bout to leave that place. But ya just walked away in the middle of the night… Why?”

His voice filled with disappointment pierced your ears, and you tried to gather your ideas so that he understood your reasons.

“I’m tired. I’m afraid. And I don’t wanna see any of our friends being killed… I realized I can’t. It’s too much to handle. I can kill and that’s what scares me. I know they killed our friends, but this revenge, or justice, or whatever you want to call it: it will only endanger our people, and we will see more blood. And then we will have nightmares about their deaths, and we will not know what is worse: if sleep only to have nightmares about their deaths, or live awake in this real-life nightmare. I know I’m being selfish because they are willing to fight, but I can’t lose you or them.“ You felt the tears in your eyes, and you rubbed your face with your hands to not fall right now. “I don’t want to be around if that happens.”

Daryl looking at you rubbing his finger against his lip, trying to contain his anger. He didn’t want to act like he used to, he didn’t want to yell at you for leaving him just the way you did. But that was hard for him too, it was painful, almost impossible to bear the days he was without you, thinking that something bad could have happened to you. He wanted to tell you how scared he was when he didn’t find you by his side that morning, that he couldn’t sleep the days after that.

“So what?” He said with a raspy voice. “What ‘bout me? Did ya think I’d just sit there and do nothin’? That I would just let ya get away from me? That was your plan? Make me fall in love with ya and then leave me.”

Daryl was the strongest man, but the weakest too when it was about you. In that world or in the previous one, love was a dangerous feeling.

“That’s not true, Daryl: you know it.”

He laughed harshly.

“I realized I don’t know anythin’ about the woman I’m married to.”

“Ouch… That hurts.” You chuckled tiredly. “I think it would be better if you get angry, kick the chair and tell me what I did wrong.”

Daryl took a deep breath.

“Don’t tempt me, woman, ‘cause I’m ‘bout to.” He dropped his arm against the table. “But I think I’ll choose another way to punish ya.”

You saw him walk towards you, his eyes fixed on yours all the way until he reached the edge of the bed. His strong presence made you blink at him, in a total confusing way.

“What are y–”

“Shut up.” He cut you off looking at you calmly, which intimidated you even more. ”Lie down: on your belly.”

You felt your mouth dry, and you gulped.


“Ya heard me.”

Your heart was beating hard against your chest, and you felt a tickle in your stomach and in between your legs: a sudden fire that started to consume you. You moved slowly against the bed, lying down on your belly as he told you. You held yourself on your elbows, feeling an anxiety in your body that made you giggled as you pushed your hair out of your face. Daryl climbed to the bed and he sat on your butt, with the hardness of his crotch burning through your clothes. Daryl put a hand over your waist to keep you steady, and although he used to be shy at the beginning of your relationship, now he was taking the control. For your surprise, he started rubbing himself against you. The friction was driving you crazy, and you spread your legs open, just a little to calm the fire down there.

“Ya like that. Don’t ya?”

More than the friction itself, it was the way he was acting what made you moan. You fought the urgent of moving against him, and you held tight the blanket with your hands and hid your mouth against them. He growled above you. Daryl wanted to rip your clothes off and take you right there, but the point of this was to taking you to the very edge and he was going to take his time to drive you crazy. You moved your hair to a side and he took a glance of your features. Your eyes closed and how you bit your lips, or the way your tongue lick them. He just wanted to bend down, pull your hair and take your mouth. He was about to lose his good judgment because of you. Even with his tough self, you could put him on his knees, but not that day because he would give up if he felt your lips.

But he stopped and pushed your t-shirt up for you to take it off as he unclipped your bra. You pulled them out of your body, and he bend down to kiss your shoulder and all the way down in a slowly and painful way with his wet tongue. He used his left elbow to steady himself against the mattress while his right one slipped against your breast, your rib cage and to your belly. You slipped your tongue against your dry lips, feeling him unbuttoned your jeans as his mouth reached your lower back. Daryl pulled apart to take your boots off, throwing them to the ground. He then pulled your jeans and your underwear out of your legs, and you couldn’t feel more exposed.

You tried to stand on your knees but his hand held you down.

“Don’t.” He said. You gulped feeling shy although he had seen you naked before, so many times you just lost count. His right hand held you under your knee and pushed it slightly outward. “Spread your leg for me, darlin’. You look so fuckin’ hot right now that I should just take you fast and hard.”

You gasped at his words. Your heart was beating so fast that it brought blood to your cheeks, making them glow pink.

“Yeah…” You said out of breath. “Yeah. You should.”

Daryl licked his bottom lip, his own heart beating as fast as yours.

“Will ya come back with me to the kingdom?”

You breathed deeply, thinking that later you would face the consequences by your light words.

“If you take me fast and hard I will.”

Daryl knew you were not serious, but he chuckled because of how vulnerable you were right now. Later, after that, he would convince you to go back with him.

“Get on your knees.”

Daryl wanted to play a little more with you, but his crotch was burning through his pants. He pulled his shirt out of his body and threw it to the floor. Behind you, you heard the sound of the button of his pants and you bit your lips in expectation for what was about to come. He threw his boots and his clothes to the floor, and finally, you felt his skin against you as he slid himself in you, kneeling in between your open legs. You moaned through your shaking lips as he growled behind you, both feeling the way he filled you completely with one smooth push.

“Fuck, darlin’. Yer so wet.”

Your mouth fell open, moaning because of the way he made circles with his hips, a few times before he stared moving in and out easily against your moisture. Your eyes were closed, your hands holding tight the blanket under you as you moved back and forth. Every frustration you made him feel, every moment of sadness of anger, he released all that each time he enter you, fast and deep with every push. Daryl had a hand on your shoulder, pushing you against him.

You moaned his name, a beautiful sound that made him growl.

“Daryl, I’m about to…” You whined getting close to the edge.

He felt your walls tightening around his length, but Daryl stopped coming out of you.

“Turn around, love, let me see your beautiful face.”

You lay down on your back, your hair falling over the mattress as he kneeled to get inside of you again. Daryl took your hands and pushed them above your head to hold them there, breathing hardly against your parted lips as you pushed your knees up. He didn’t want to kiss you, but with you licked your lip, your tongue touched his bottom lip and he lost himself and he sank his tongue in your mouth as you cried out against him when you came. He pushed himself inside you, harder until he came too, hiding his face in your neck as he held you tight.

His body fell against you; his hands lost strength until he hugged you as you stroked his hair. You could feel his heart beating, almost at the same rhythm as yours.

“If we kill someone for a good reason, doesn’t that make us a bad person, Daryl?”

He heard the sadness in your voice, and he raised his head up to look at you. Daryl moved from your body to lie down sideways as you did, looking at you with kind eyes.

“I wish we could live in a small house like this, with a fireplace, a swing on the porch for ya. I wish we could live a better life that is, but we must face what is comin’. They are bad, and we are not better. Even so, we gotta do this.”

Even if you were afraid of losing him and your friends, you could not let fear and guilt control you. What you had to do was have the courage to make sacrifices so others could have a better life. Judith, Carl, Maggie’s baby, the kids in the kingdom.

“Are ya with me, darlin’?”

Everyone deserved a quiet life. Everyone had the right to start over and live and not just survive. You were one of the people sitting at the table playing that dangerous game, but at that moment, you didn’t care, because innocent people would survive at the end of it.


Coming Home

A/N: An anon request for a fic where the reader is Hotch’s daughter that he and Haley gave up for adoption because they had her in their last year of high school. One day, the reader ends up obtaining a position with the BAU and revealing herself as their daughter.  Also Y/B is your birthday.


“Aaron, I can’t do this! How am I supposed to let her go?”

As the young Aaron Hotchner looked down at this little girl that they’d created, just at the wrong time, a tear trickled down his cheek. “We can’t give her what she needs right now, Haley. Keeping her would be…selfish.”

A choking gasp escaped her, causing the sleeping infant to stir. “I know,” she breathed. “It’s not fair. What if she thinks we didn’t love her? What if this couple ends up being horrible parents? What if-?” Aaron watched helplessly as Haley broke down in tears. They’d done everything right; they’d practiced safe sex every single time, and yet this little girl still happened, and now they had to say goodbye, for her sake more than theirs. 

“We’ve looked into the Fosters every which way they can. They want her. They want to love her. They have the money to give her everything we can’t.” He was trying to console her, and it looked like it was working, but inside, every word he spoke broke down his resolve, especially because she was sleeping so peacefully in his arms. 

Haley reached out, desperate to clutch the sleepy bundle for just a few more moments before she left her sight for good. “It’s a closed adoption…we’re…we’re never gonna see her again.” 

“The Fosters said they would tell her when she gets older and allow her to make her own decision.” Aaron prayed her beautiful eyes, the ones that she’d inherited from her mother, would grace his life at another point in time. 

They were young - too young to give their daughter everything she deserved, but in his 16 years of life, he’d never felt this kind of love. Hopefully one day, he’d be able to tell her in person just how heart-wrenching this decision had been. Hopefully, she’d know how much she was loved.

“Welcome to the BAU, Agent Foster,” Chief Strauss said as she extended her hand toward the young woman. 

Agent Y/N Foster had worked for years to get here - for two reasons. One, ever since she was a little girl, she’d been the protector. There was nothing she wanted more than to stick up for the people who couldn’t do so for themselves. The second reason? Well that was a bit more complicated. After learning at the age of 16 that she was adopted, she’d sought out every avenue at her disposal to find out who her biological parents were. Four years later, she found them. Now it was three years after the fact and she was here, plucked straight from the Academy to be a part of her father’s team. Every time she’d come in for an interview, he hadn’t been there; she was interviewed by Chief Strauss, David Rossi and another senior agent, Emily Prentiss, but she had yet to meet him.

Would he recognize her?

It’s been 23 years, she thought to herself. Why would he? 

Did he even want to see her? She had been given up after all. Maybe he didn’t want to see her. 

As Chief Strauss led her to her boss’s (and more importantly, father’s) office, she felt the bile rise in her throat. Through all her research, she found that she looked very much like her biological mother with just a slight mix of her father. 

The knocking on the door seemed to take place in slow motion and then she heard him - in person. Y/N had found videos and heard him before, but she’d never heard him in person before and nearly broke down right there. As the door opened, she swallowed her emotions and followed Chief Strauss. “Agent Hotchner, this is your new team member, Agent Y/N Foster.”

“Hello Agent Foster,” he greeted without taking his eyes off his paper. “I’ll be with you in one moment.”

Chief Strauss smiled. Apparently, her father was typically knee-deep in paperwork. “I’ll leave you to get to know your new agent considering you weren’t able to meet before.”

Seconds after Chief Strauss left the room, Agent Hotchner lifted his head from the desk. His face fell as their eyes met. “Agent Foster,” he greeted again, as he stood up. “I-It’s nice to meet y-you.”

Did he know?

This was not the calm, cool and collected man she’d been exposed to in videos. 

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she breathed. She wanted to hug him; she wanted to walk right into his arms. More than anything, she wanted to ask why she’d been given away, but all she could do was cry. 

A tear escaped her eye and fell to the floor before she could catch it. “Sorry. It’s a big day for me.”

“Me too,” he said. “At least, I think it is.”

“Why?” She asked. She wanted to give him the opportunity to bring it up; if he didn’t, she’d find out another way to go about telling him of their connection.

As he sat down, he pulled his jacket tighter, his eyes never leaving hers. “I-I-I…I’m sorry. I’m normally not the type of person to ask invasive questions and please feel free not to answer if you’re uncomfortable, but your eyes…they remind me of someone else’s…were you adopted?”

“Yes, sir.”

“When were you born?”

“I was born in Manassas, Virgina on Y/B.”

“Do you know who your birth parents are?”

Her lip quivered as she nodded her head. “I believe you might too. My birth mother’s name is Haley Brooks, and my father…is Aaron Hotchner.”

Tears sprung to his eyes as his beliefs were apparently confirmed. “You’re so…beautiful.” He didn’t try to hide himself as he walked toward the blinds and pulled them closed. “Can I…?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Her father strode across the room and wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed. “Dad?”


“Are you and mom still together?”


“Do I have any half-brothers or sisters?”

“Half-brother. His name is Jack.”

She found herself hesitating at her next question. “Why…why did you give me away?”

“We were only 16…we couldn’t give you the life you deserved. We’ve…we’ve thought of you every day…wondered if you were loved…because we loved you so much.” His arms tightened around her even more. “Will you…come meet Haley? Giving you away was the hardest thing she’s ever done, and I know…”

“Yes,” she said instantly, pulling away and wiping her tears away. “Should we get to work first? Introduce me to the team?”

Looking toward her, he could see in her eyes that she was definitely his daughter. “Absolutely. Just…give me a minute.”

A slight chuckle escaped her as she took a deep breath. “Me too.”


After getting thrown from the frying pan and into the fire, Y/N and Hotch returned to DC. For the last three days, he’d kept the knowledge that their daughter was back in their lives from his wife. “Are you ready?” He asked. Jack was at a friend’s house, so thankfully they’d have a little time alone before having to explain to Jack that he had a much older sister.

“No,” she replied honestly. “But as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Haley! I’m home.”

A sweet, melodic sound emanated from somewhere deep within the house. “Did you bring our guest?”

“Yes,” he replied shakily.

When Haley rounded the corner, she dropped the glasses in her hands. “Oh my god…this can’t be…our…”

“Y/N,” she breathed. “My name is Y/N Foster.”

A flood of tears cascaded down Haley’s face as she approached. “You’re my…my baby girl.” Aaron stood by, eyes welling again as Haley wrapped her arms around their daughter. “You’re so beautiful.”

For nearly 20 minutes, the three of them stood in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around each other and sobbing. “Can I ask you some questions?” Y/N asked.

“Of course,” Haley said, her hand grasping tightly to her daughter’s, afraid to let go ever again.

While they all sat down on the couch in the living room, Haley smiled at Y/N; she looked so much like her. “I asked…Dad, already, but why did you give me up? Was it hard?”

“It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” she cried, her body shaking. “I wanted to keep you, but we were so young, and keeping you would’ve been selfish. Watching the Fosters take you away was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced…did you have a happy childhood? Were they good to you?”

Y/N smiled. Her mom and dad loved her to the moon and back. “Yes, I love them. They’re amazing parents. And I wanted for nothing.” She lifted her mother’s hands to her mouth and planted a kiss on them. “I wondered for a while whether you didn’t love me and that’s why you gave me up, but I can see that’s not the case, so…thank you.”

Haley grabbed her daughter’s face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I’ve been so worried. Every day. D-Do you t-think that we could get to know you?”

“Please,” she said eagerly. “I know my mom and dad would like to see you again too.”

A mixture of laughs and cries emanated throughout the small house as the three continued to get to know each other. “Will you stay for dinner?”

“I’d love to,” she replied.

After 23 years, she’d found herself. There’d always been a piece of her missing, but no longer. Now she knew the truth. She’d had four loving parents. Two who’d taken her in despite the fact that she wasn’t their own, and two that had given her away with the hope she’d be given what they couldn’t provide.

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