so she tried pushing him away time and time again

thoughts on Aaron bc i think he has a lot of potential as a character also im emo

  • he hates andrew
  • he hates that he took away the chance to reconcile with tilda
  • he hates he never got to confront her like he dreamed of doing
  • he hates that he couldnt save himself
  • he hates that andrew so often turns to violence. it takes him back to days he wants to forget.
  • he doesn’t hate andrew. he’s just so angry. all the time. andrew changed his life so he’s the easiest to hate
    • its complicated, though, because half of the hate is for himself. because he wasn’t there. he doesn’t understand. he feels like andrew is light years away, at times. 
  • sometimes he catches himself thinking of Tilda again. these are the worst days, when he tries to rationalize what she did to him. he can’t help it. she was his mother.
  • he knows his remarks hurt nicky and remind him of the unwelcoming home he grew up in
  • he doesn’t mean it. he only means to hurt nicky enough to push him away. family has been a source of pain for him as long as he can remember.
  • nicky is just so bright and persistent and he can’t stand it. he feels hollow and broken and he wants nicky to just leave him be, he wants his entire family to disappear and leave him be, but he made a deal. 
  • he loves katelyn because it seems like none of his impurity can touch her
    • she smiles and he feels he can too, and it won’t feel fake this time
    • when she holds his hand he doesnt see scars on his knuckles or the racquet that killed drake, he sees the ring he wants to give her on graduation
  • he wants to be a doctor because he spent so much time patching himself up, covering up bruises from home by telling people that exy is just a rough sport
  • he knows the signs of hiding hurt and he wants to help people so they don’t have to do that
    • him and katelyn’s first child is adopted. a little girl came in with a broken arm and fear in her eyes and a father who didnt let her speak.
    • aaron thought he knew anger before, but that day? he felt like he would gladly kill a man. again. 
    • that little girl smiles so much now and looks at aaron like he hung the moon and stars. he makes blueberry pancakes for her every saturday.
  • he works in the ER/trauma ward as a surgeon. he deals with some of the worst injuries but he loves what he does because he gives people another chance
  • he volunteers in the attached rehab center. he attends addicts anonymous meetings there as a guest speaker. 
    • there’s a boy there who mustve been the same age aaron was when he started, the lonely dead look in his eyes haunted aaron after the first meeting he saw him in
    • he’s in recovery and babysits aaron’s daughter now and loves her like a little sister
  • at nicky’s wedding he doesn’t make a speech, no huge fancy present. he walks up to nicky, he says “i’m sorry, and i’m glad you’re happy”
    • nicky cries
    • its the first time erik smiles at him
  • he doesnt give andrew presents, but he knows the cats birthdays and sends really obnoxious toys for them
  • him and katelyn have two boys with bright blond hair. they smile so much, and them with their daughter is always his phone background.
    • they go on play dates with matt and dan’s kids. their daughters are connected at the hip (aaron’s daughter gets the guts to ask her out in high school. they’re married when they graduate college).
  • the boy from the AA meetings comes over for holidays, is the kids honorary big brother, and goes to palmetto state university not to be a fox, but just to get his degree.
  • aaron and katelyn grow old together
  • he never  bothered hoping for any of this. he thought he deserved every hit his mother dished out, everything life threw it at him. but he grew up, he fell in love, he found a family in the foxes and made one of his own soon after.
more than one best friend

El’s first best friend is Mike, but he’s not her last. (In which she finds out who all of her best friends are.)

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She knows that Mike is her best friend when she’s twelve years old. 

Before he is her boyfriend, her partner, he is her best friend. He is the first person that ever makes her laugh and that is how she knows at first. It’s this burning feeling inside of her to make him do the same- laugh, smile, be happy, anything good in the world, she wants to give to him. 

That’s why when she comes back, for good, she tries to make him as happy as possible. Every time he smiles and looks at her with the same look in his eyes that he always gives her, light and and dark and filled with so much of what she doesn’t know yet, she thinks back to their time apart. It’s there in the back of her mind, his cracking voice calling out to her with desperation for nearly a year, and she tries to push it away as soon as the images come back to her. Because she’s here now. They’re together now and she never wants to see him unhappy ever again. 

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Kai Parker x Reader
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: It’s Halloween night. 🎃 There is a party in the woods by the old cemetery and Kai sees one of Reader’s games in action, not realizing how big of a turn on it would be for him.
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Halloween night.

Soundlessly she melted into the shadows going in further into the woods, glancing at her phone – 11.35PM. Almost midnight on Halloween. Her lips curled into a smile and she took another step towards the dancing firelight at the other end of the old cemetery. Even though the town had been evacuated due to a gas leak, a lie her friends had compelled everyone to get them to leave town because of the heretics, that hadn’t been enough to stop all the thrill seekers from having a party at the edge of the ‘ghost town’. What a better way to celebrate the spookiest day of the year than by hanging out at an old cemetery near the newest scary tourist destination, right?  

Y/N leaned against one of the trees not too far away from the crowd and looked up at the almost full moon, turning her head sideways for a second when she heard footsteps behind her. Parties might not be her thing but the person walking towards her in that moment definitely was. Almost two weeks had gone by since she had met Kai and even though she tried her best to hide her feelings for him, it didn’t work out very well for her. As a vampire her first instinct had been not to feel so she had tried to push her feelings away but every time he wrapped his arms around her, smiled or looked at her with those gorgeous blue eyes her heart melted on the spot and her real feelings found a way to bleed through the cracks of her armor. Somehow Kai found his way into her bloodstream faster than she could blink and there just wasn’t getting him out. Being with him she had finally started to feel alive again, and now every time he stood as close to her as he did in that moment, her mind drifted to places it hadn’t been in a long time.

   “You still have a lot to learn about sneaking up on someone.“

   “You have a century practice on me, fireball.” he whispered in her ear. “But I am getting better at this.”

   “So full of yourself.” she turned her head sideways, glancing at him for a second with a smile hiding at the corners of her lips. “Don’t know what I’d do without you… annoying me with your obnoxious irresistible self and your devastatingly good looks.”

Kai laughed under his breath and brushed his fingertips up her thighs and higher, pressing his body against hers from behind. Ever since they had met his emotions had been running wild, literally driving him insane specially when they were together or she was in his arms. He could barely control himself around her and seeing her in that moment – what little control he had, started slipping away. How can it not after seeing what she was wearing? That tight short black dress barely long enough to cover her, short black jacket, her favorite black combat boots with black spiderweb tights and her hair made in waves, moved to one side, giving him a perfect peek at her neck. He could hardly stop himself from exploring every inch of it with his lips and tearing her dress right on the spot.

   “You look absolutely breathtaking.” he hummed in her ear, his lips almost touching her earlobe as he spoke. His hands lightly slipped down to her lower waist and he wrapped them around her, holding her tightly against him. “Why are you here? I thought you didn’t like parties.” he pointed out, just as she grabbed a red plastic cup from a guy’s hands walking by. “You know, too many people.”

   “I can say the same about you.“ she retorted, taking a sip. “But the town is empty and there is nothing to eat. And look around us right now – so many people to eat and play with.”

   “And Damon was complaining about the heretics’ bloodlust.“ he chuckled, spun her around and pinned her back against the tree. Kai gazed into her eyes unable to resist brushing his fingers against her cheek even though neither of the heretics was around. Usually he only acted like this to ‘keep up the charade’, but the longer this went on the more he started blurring the line between their ‘secret mission’ with reality. And something told him it wasn’t just him, other ways her heart wouldn’t have skipped a thousand beats before trying to leap out of her chest the second he touched her. “Hey, shouldn’t you be in a costume? It’s Halloween, fireball. You have to blend in.”

   “What? Are you the Halloween costume police?” she took a sip from her drink, almost cursing out loud for what she had just done to herself. An image of Kai wearing a police uniform popped up in her head and instantly her breath got caught in her throat. “Drink?”

Kai shook his head, lightly biting his lower lip.  “You make one hell of a sexy witch, though your outfit is missing something. Hold on –“ he raised his hand muttering a spell and a moment later a black pointy hat landed in his hands.  Carefully he put it on her head, ever so slightly brushing his fingertips against her bare skin while he fixed her hair.  "There. Perfect. Now you look like um… what was her name? Oh right. Hermione.”

   “You caught up on Harry Potter.” Y/N smiled, he smiled back glancing at his shoes and nodded. “So where is your costume then? Or are you going as James Dean? Definitely suits you –”

   “Well, I wanted to come here dressed as a ghost, but couldn’t find a way to sneak a sheet big enough for the both of us out of the house.“ he winked at her, leaning in to whisper in her ear while his body pressed against hers and his hand slid down her back to her ass. "You know, you hide under it with me. I pull you close and make you moan.”

   “Night is young.” she took a shallow breath and a sip from her drink, her eyes scanning the crowd.

   “Yes, it is.“ he smiled, following her gaze. "You are not planning a murder party, are you?”

   “I plan on… having some Halloween fun.“ she winked at him, taking a step aside or trying to when suddenly his hand wound around her waist, pulling her towards him.

   “Can I join?”  he said quietly, resting his forehead on hers. Just having her this close to him was enough to drive him mad with lust for her, and her body language at the moment – how her hands snaked around his neck pulling him closer to her; how involuntarily she bit her lip and her gaze drifted towards his lips… It only made him want her more. Nearly two weeks he had had her in his arms without actually having her in his arms, all those moments they had nearly kissed… Every time she even slightly touched him, it felt as if electricity coursed through his veins and all he wanted was to fall into her gravity and never let go off her.

   “Kai, t-they are not here.” she said loud enough only for him to hear, listening to his heart trying to leap out of his chest. Or maybe it was her heart racing faster than a hummingbirds’ wings. “You can drop the act.”

   “What if I told you it’s not an act?“ he whispered, his lips almost touching hers as he spoke. “What if I told you that everything I’ve said and done with you is real?”

Y/N locked gazes with him, feeling her heart skip more than a beat at his words and the way he looked at her in that moment. No one had ever looked at her the way he did – with a mix of lust, love, desire and something else she couldn’t quite figure out. It had been so long since she had felt like this in someone’s presence and a wave of panic flooded her.  “I’ll go find something stiffer to drink. There has to be bourbon around here somewhere –”

Y/N smiled nervously and pushed her way through the crowd while Kai leaned against the tree and sighed, not taking his eyes off her for a second. Unless he had imagined it, there had been something about the way she looked at him right before she had left so suddenly and he wanted to find out what. He snatched a cup from a guy’s hand and took a sip, his eyes following every curve of her body as she pushed her way through the crowd. Her hips swayed left and right while her dress found a way to pull itself up high almost giving him a peek at what was under it and then in a blink of an eye she was gone. There was no trace of her anywhere around him and he wondered where she had disappeared to and why. For a few minutes he stood there waiting and when she didn’t show up, he quickly made his way through the dancing millennials towards the clearing, scanning the woods for her when he heard the screams. At first, he thought those were sound effects from the party, but then he realized someone was running in the woods. And without a second thought, he ran.

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I could say that I'm sorry but I can't even remember how it happened - JASON TODD X READER (PART I)

Hi 👋 can you do a the 17 prompt and can it be that Jason cheated on the reader(female)?


17. “I guess you finally did it. I’m leaving you alone”


“You don’t understand Y/N, I’ll hurt you like I did to everyone else”
“Jason, this entire sad boy attitude is only attracting to teenagers. Drop it.”

Jason and Y/N were too much complicated and long to explain in full sentence we’re gonna explain in phrases about their time together

- They met in a party that they both didn’t wanna go.
- They gave the first kiss that night, but only met again about a month later
- She held him at gunpoint when he broke in her house while wearing his Red Hood costume
- “I was shot” “Goddamnit then why did you came here and not a hospital? Just because I love you doesn’t make me a skilled freelancer nurse!”
- She googled how to stich my boyfriend’s leg and he laughed while bleeding out on her floor. It was also the first time she said I love you.
- They’ve been together for a year and half by this time, so yeah, it took them some while.
- A few weeks after this day, she noticed he started to push her away. Not showing up for their nights, not answering her calls, making up lame excuses and etc.
- But hell, he didn’t expect to her to come to Bruce’s place with angry eyes. Now they were arguing over this.

“Look” she said already tired of that argument “I know who I am with, don’t you think I’ve done my research? How do you think I knew you were here?” he let out a sigh “I could kicked you out after that night, but I didn’t. What changes now that I know?”
“Everything. I… Look at my life, Y/N! I’m a late 20’s man who can’t have a relationship for more than a year before start to fuck up. I’ll fuck you up, and for the first time I feel like you don’t deserve this”
“You don’t get the right to decide this by yourself, Todd!” y/n hit your fists in the table already annoyed “You’re the first man that I’ve loved. I’m not leaving you because you had trust issues in the past”
“It’s more than that…”
“Well, breaking news Todd, YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD TO HAVE PROBLEMS. So whatever is yours, get over it.” He senses the angry in the tone and decide to keep quiet.

“I’m sorry” Jason show up by her window after a day “I know I keep hitting in the same key, but you don’t understand for real”
“You keep saying that, but did you ever bother to explain?”
And beside his huge fear over this, he did. They both sat for hours as he tells her about Robin, the Joker, the pit, the lost days, his family and everything.
“Okay that seems to be a little more to process” she exhale deeply. Jason wide his eyes scared starring at her and she bursts out laughing
“I’m so sorry, but that sounds like the saddest thing Bjork ever writted” she says between laughs and Jason started laugh loudly.

He tries to push her away again a few times after that day, but she always ended up at his door with angry fists.
Really, she tried to punch him the other day screaming ‘Wake the Fuck UP, Todd". And after a huge year, he takes her advice and get over. He lets himself for the first time to sink in a relationship that could lead to somewhere.
They have fancy dinners, family reunions, he introduce to her his family (though he’s really stressed out over this), invite his friends over her place (since he couldn’t leave but you loved it), surprise gifts and stuff.

“Babe, could you grab my towel?” he screams over the bathroom. She didn’t respond “Babe?” he steps out walking over her bedroom
“Yeah, I think I’m available at night.” She’s over her phone, he couldn’t help to just stand over her door and listen “Yeah sure, he’ll not be in here I guess” He helds his breath arching his brow. What’s she talking about?
He doesn’t have much time to think about because now she’s yelling to him how wet the floor is.
But that doesn’t let him get over the hammer hitting in his head over that phone call. For almost every night he left for patrol, he ended up in the top of the building in front of her house looking if there wasn’t something strange.
Then the dates and coming over started to being delayed, she changed her hair he notices but doesn’t say anything. Whenever she fell asleep, he started to look over the house something that could give away but nothing.
He couldn’t be that paranoid, could he? I mean, the phone calls didn’t stop neither but all he could see through the days was more and more random papers over her desk with a lot of phone numbers. For a second he thought about calling one of them, but he knew her better that she would find out and kill him a second later.
So he takes a break during the day and follow her car, as this was the normal thing to do. She goes first to her favorite bakery buy the usual donuts and goes straight to her work. He waits until 30 minutes later to get in the building.
Fixing his hair, he makes his way though the reception grinning to the secretary. He leans down and tries to compliment her to get informations
“So… Audrey?” Jason reads her tag getting back to that smile “Are you sure you can’t tell me a few informations. I’m just trying to be a good friend for my pal’s girlfriend”
“No, Mr Grayson” she giggles letting out a blush. He wasn’t that stupid to give his own name “I’m not allowed to tell you infos about our employees”
“Oh c'mon Audrey, live a little” he brushs his hands over hers making her face extra red. Jason felt horrible, but it was the only way out of this “Just tell me, has Y/N L/N been talking to anyone lately?”
She lets out a dramatic sigh finally spitting up “Well, I’ve see she has hanging out a lot with Mr Gale from 12th floor. He’s kinda like her boss, I saw her leaving to the garage with him last week…”
His face drops. So he was right this entire time.
“… around eight. So if you’re interest…” he hears her voice after processing. He just say goodbye thanking her while leading his way back to his bike.

The next seven hours felted like seven days. Jason Todd has been cheated. Of course that would happen to him, why not? Ugh, now he had to pick up his stuff at her place and go over that entire drama. But that wouldn’t be his problem tonight.
Picking up his jacket, he goes over that bar that he clicks into his head out of nowhere. Walking in he goest staight to the bend asking for the next 4 shots of whisky. If he couldn’t handle the truth, he would drink it.
“I honestly thought you wouldn’t come” he hears the whiny voice coming from behind. So that’s how he remembered the bar. Audrey puts her hand over his shoulder. Jason takes another shot before glancing her eyes.
“You know, your pal’s girlfriend I think she’s finally coming clean to him tonight” frowing his brows angrily “She left early today saying that she had this huge thing to deal with her boyfriend”
“Well, I guess now it’s their problem” he smirks as she leaned closer.

Jason cursed himself for coming to Y/N that night, but he couldn’t help the angry taking over him.
Maybe if he was lucky he would catch them on act and he could prove his point. He was to drunk to care, it was 2 fucking am.
Stumbling over his feet, he makes the way over the door picking up his spare key for the last time. He takes a deep breath thinking about everything he would scream to her about it and opens the door. But not in his most paranoic dreams he thought about the scene that follows.

The entire room was in flowers and candles, but not in a cheesy way, it was remarkble. Walking on a bit a wild Y/N jumps in front of him with the wildest smile
“Took you long enough, hi!” she smiles and his eyes open as this was the scariest shit he had witnessed. She had a 'I’m Sorry" ballon and puts in his hand “So, I know I’ve been missing out lately but I didn’t want to tell you before I had everything under control but…” She picks up a bottle of champagne with that huge smile still “I’m a big boss now!” she laughs over jumping in joy.
Jason, still standing behind the close door, roll his eyes letting the balloon out in the air “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Her smiles disappear and her entire excitment goes away “You can drop the shitty act, I know everything” he says stumbling over the words
“Are you drunk?” Y/N says worried coming closer to him but he goes to the opposite direction from her “Jay, something happened?”
“Yeah, it did. You fucking liar, I knew it would end this way” he points at her angrily “You blow your way up then, uh? How many?”
She couldn’t believe in his words, swalling the cry that was about to come out she whispers “What are you saying, Jason?”
“You and that fucking piece of shit cheating on me.” her eyes widened in surprise “Don’t do this, I know I fucking knew it”
“What the fucking are you talking about and you better have some good explanation”
“Oh so now we’re going to facts?” he says sarcastly walking in circles in the room “We start with the phone calls, and then the 'I’m sorry I’m late’ or 'I won’t make it in time’ and then walking with your pimp to the garag-OUTCH” he screams holding his nose over the huge punch Y/N gave him.
She was so angry that she could feel every nerve of her body moving around her
“Are you shitting me, Todd? He has PTSD over the accident he had years ago!” she screams her lungs out “I have been walking with him to his car over the last 4 years and he has been thinking of retiring, so I’ve been working like hell so he could offer me his spot.” she goes over by the desk where he once saw full of papers. She picks up throwing in his face “This? These are the clients I’ve been talking so I could get a good reference.”
If he only had asked her early. His faces drop realising the mess he made, sitting on the floor he puts his hands over his face
“Jay, I know it seemed really suspicious, but you could asked me first” She says more softly walking to him “I know you have trust issues, I should be more open to that” Jason starts to cry when she puts her hand in his hair “I’m sorry about punching you, I’ll go get some ice” He start to sobs louder and shake “Babe c'mon, it’s okay. It was just a fight okay? We’re okay” he shakes his head negatively
“No, we’re not” he says between the sobs “We’re not” Y/N lifts his face so he could stare at her. “I fucked the secretary over the bar’s bathroom”
Y/N let’s her face drops in shock looking for words to say “I could say that I’m sorry but I can’t even remember how it happened”
She just kneels putting her hands over her face and looks for air so she could speak “Ho-How could you do this?” her whisper in a voice he knew it was disapointment “You-you could have talk to me Jason, you could just…”
“I know, I fucking know” he screams holding his head still “Y/N, I’m impulsive. I followed you the entire day, I had been spying this house every single night making theories, I’m so sorry” he couldn’t even face her, by only hearing her heavy breathing and shaken voice
“Well, Todd…” her voice comes out softly again as she stand up “You were right. You’re problematic… And congrats, you did it. I’m finally leaving you alone
He stands up way to fast, Jason never felted more desperate “Y/N please please”
“GET OUT, JASON” she points to the door. This was it, there was nothing he could do.
He was too dirty to talk to her, with Audrey’s lipstick still in his body he was too dirty to stand up and saying anything. So he just left the house and heard the huge scream the girl gave bursting out in tears.
Jason Todd did it again.

Don’t Break My Heart- daryl x reader part two

Summary: You and Daryl reunite at Alexandria, but how does Daryl feel about Spencer’s role in his bays life?

Note: ENJOY MY LOVES! Text in italic takes place in the past. 

Warnings: fluff, angst

Part one

Originally posted by anjenha

You awoke with a start, sitting up immediately. You rubbed your face and sighed as this was the second time tonight that you had woken up tonight. It was like your motherly instincts woke you up every once in a while, to check on the baby. You looked around and spotted your baby boy Elijah sleeping peacefully in his cot at the end of the bed. You smiled softly to yourself but soon after your mind drifted onto Daryl. You let your eyes linger on your son as you watched him sleep. Although he was just over a year old, you noticed things that reminded you of Daryl, for example the position he slept in. It was identical to Daryl’s. You sighed at the thought of him when you felt a hand on the small of your back.

“Everything okay? Is the little man awake?”

You turned your head and smiled at Spencer. He lay in the bed next to you, his hair all messy from his sleep.

“Everything’s fine, I just wanted to check on him” you said quietly, almost whispering as to not wake Elijah. You laid back down in Spencer’s arms and smiled as he pulled you in closer, kissing your forehead before drifting back to sleep.

“Where the hell is she Rick?” Daryl spoke angrily as he stood by Rick’s cell. Rick was blocking the door with his body as he knew Daryl had been drinking and he wasn’t exactly the kindest when drunk.

“I told you Daryl, she left” Rick said calmly. It was the middle of the night and he didn’t want the shouting to wake anyone up.

“I know she’s in there!” Daryl pointed in the room before looking over Rick’s shoulder. “Come out (y/n)! You can’t hide behind Rick forever!” Daryl dashed forward but Rick quickly blocked Daryl once again, this time pushing him back and holding him in a chokehold against the wall.

“How many times do I gotta tell you? She aint here Daryl, she left.” Rick said angrily, his voice low.

Daryl struggled in Ricks grip as his words cut through him. You were really gone. Tears burned his eyes as he tried to blink them away, but the thought of you being out there so vulnerable and pregnant all because of him made him feel like shit. Daryl let out a grunt as his airways were still blocked. Rick loosened his grip but when he saw Daryl in distress he let go. Daryl lay on the floor, his back against the wall and his knees up to his chest. Rick bent down so the men were the same height and he spoke softly.  

“I know what you thought. That me and her had something going on but it aint true” Rick whispered. “I was helping her get supplies for the baby, she wanted it done in secret cause she was too scared to tell you”

Daryl looked up at Rick and Rick saw the guilt in his eyes.

“And when you reacted the way you did- she didn’t want to be around you when you thought so low of her. So she took off, but I gave her enough to keep her going for a couple months-”

“And you didn’t even try stop her?” Daryl interrupted, his voice raised.

“Of course I tried! Daryl, you left her torn, I wasn’t about to fight with a pregnant lady and there’s no way I was about to keep her here against her will” Rick replied.

Daryl said nothing, he only looked to the ground and ignored Rick’s eye contact. Rick sighed and placed a hand on Daryl’s shoulder before getting up and heading back to his cell.

“Hey Spencer!” you waved your hand to grab Spencer’s attention as he was just leaving his house. You had Elijah resting on your hip as you walked towards him, both of their faces lighting up as they saw each other. Elijah reached his hands out as Spencer got closer, and soon he had Elijah in his arms, swinging the laughing toddler around. The sound of Elijah laughing made you smile, and you vowed to keep your baby safe for as long as you could.

“Do you think you can watch him for the day? One of the lady’s need my help in the kitchen” You said.

Spencer stopped swinging Elijah around and he held him in his arms. “Yeah sure! No problem” he smiled.

You pressed a kiss against Elijah’s head and then on Spencer’s cheek. “I’ll see you boys later” you waved goodbye as you walked away, smiling as Spencer helped Elijah wave back at you. You laughed to yourself and continued on your way to help prepare some food.

“So, you said you name was Aaron?” Rick asked, walking along with the man who had given them water and a chance to join a community.

“Yep, that’s me” Aaron replied, smiling across at Rick but he only got a stern look in response. Rick and the others had a hard time trusting people now, and even when Aaron came along they gave him a hard time, but it turned out he wasn’t so bad after all. He took the group to his truck and they all managed to fit inside as he drove back to the place he called Alexandria. Everyone had a hand on their guns, ready for any danger to attack, but it never came. They arrived at the gates and Aaron looked back at the group.

“I really think you’re gonna like this place!”

Aaron shouted out a name from the window of the car and the man behind the gates started to pull it open.

“New recruits?” The man asked, looking among the group in the car.

“Yeah, call the others” Aaron said before driving off to park the car.

Daryl looked around the place, his eyes darting at the people who had spotted the car, confused looks on their faces. He grumbled internally, this was just another place that was bound to fall. He looked around at how clean everyone looked and he silently scoffed. They probably have no clue about the outside world, he thought. His eyes were passing over different people until he saw someone who looked exactly like you. The same hair, face shape, eyes and body. He shook his head and looked away, there was no way that was you. It couldn’t be. The car halted and Aaron eagerly got out of the car, followed by the other hesitant group members.

You followed the gathering people outside and noticed that Aaron had actually found new people. You hoped that they wouldn’t cause too much trouble in your community, especially with a baby around. You continued to watch the car drive when you got a glimpse of someone in the window. He looked the splitting image of Daryl, but you looked too quickly and when you looked back you couldn’t see them anymore. Your heart nearly skipped a beat but it soon went back to normal when you saw Spencer.

“New people. Exciting!” he said, Elijah in his arms resting.

“Thanks for looking after him. He wasn’t too much trouble, was he?” you asked, slowly stroking Elijah’s head.

“He’s been sleeping all this time”

“Good, he needs it”

“Attention!” You turned your head to see Aaron outside the car, the rest of the people inside following him out.

“I’m excited to welcome Rick Grimes and his group!”

You felt nervous at the name and your eyes immediately grew wide as you saw Rick and the others. Daryl, Michonne, Carol, Maggie and Glenn. There were some new people as well that you didn’t recognise. Rick looked completely different under all that man hair, and all you wanted to do was run up and hug them all. The only thing stopping you was Daryl. He still had that intimidating look on his face that always scared you, except in the past he would use that face to do different things besides intimidate you.

You saw Daryl’s eyes fall on you and you stood completely still. The first thing you thought of was the baby. Would he be happy or angry still? How would he feel about Elijah growing up with Spencer as his father figure? Did he even remember you? Everyone caught on to Daryl’s staring and the people you knew smiled as they looked at you. You smiled back, tears wetting your eyes as you walked forward. They did too and after a couple of steps you were all embraced in a group hug, Daryl was the only one not participating.

Daryl still felt guilty about what he said to you. How his words caused you to run away. When he saw you standing without the baby his heart broke, but his eyes soon wandered over to the man next to you and he immediately knew the baby had survived. He felt jealous and angry that another man was holding his kid, but he couldn’t let his emotions be known because he had no right to be upset over that. He put himself in that position.

You took a step back from the hug and everyone moved away to let you and Daryl reunite. You had to admit, it was very awkward to see him standing in front of you, but he soon stepped forward and pulled you into the tightest hug, his arms squeezing you close to his body and his hands protectively holding your head. Daryl shut his eyes to keep the tears from spilling, but you let yours fall down your cheek.

“You guys know each other?” Aaron asked, even more excited than before.

“Yeah, we go back” Daryl said.

“This is fate!” Aaron shouted out, resulting in Elijah waking up and starting to cry. “Shit” he whispered, looking at you apologetically for waking him up.

You smiled in return and walked back to Spencer who was now hushing the baby. “Let me take him” you said, carrying Elijah in your arms and bouncing him on your hip. His screams died down and you walked over to the group who were looking at the baby with love.

“This is Elijah” you spoke softly, his cries turning faint. “Daryl’s son” you continued, saying it seriously as you remembered Daryl’s reaction.

“He’s beautiful, looks just like his daddy” Maggie smiled at the baby then Daryl.

“Thank you” you replied. “Do you wanna hold him?” you asked, looking to Daryl.

He hesitated before looking over to Spencer who had his arms crossed over his chest. Daryl then looked back to the baby and nodded his head. He cradled the baby carefully in his arms, raising them slightly to support his head. Daryl immediately fell in love with him in that moment. That was his child, he was holding his son in his arms for the first time. His baby Elijah. He smiled and happily looked up at the group as the baby started to drift into sleep. You smiled as well and stroked Elijah’s head.

“Do you want me to take him to the cot? I can watch over him while you guys catch up” Spencer asked, approaching the group.

“Back off, we’re good” Daryl snapped, his tone defensive but the baby was unstartled.

“No, he should take him. He gets grumpy if he doesn’t sleep” you said, looking up at Daryl. “It kinda reminds me of you” you let out a soft laugh, but Daryl only forced a smile. He didn’t want Spencer to have any more responsibility for Elijah. But he couldn’t argue with you. Spencer took Elijah from Daryl’s arms and walked back to your house, disappearing inside. Daryl watched him with spite and you could see the anger in his eyes. You lightly touched his arm to bring him back to reality and you smiled at him.

“Let’s take you to Deanna!” Aaron said, moving his arm to indicate the group to follow him to Deanna’s house. You walked with the group the whole way. You wondered how this would work. you couldn’t just take Elijah away from Spencer after all this time. They had formed a special bond and you didn’t want to break that. On the other hand, you couldn’t deny Daryl his right to be a father to the baby, after all it was his. You sighed internally at this dilemma, but you let it melt away as Daryl wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you finally felt safe.

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Theo Raeken X Reader

Word Count: 420

Requested: Anon

Request: Theo imagin-he love the reader,often shows it without trying to hide it,she push him away cause she been hurt in her last relationship nd is scared to get hurt again(he dont know that).He alwys hitting on her sweet nd lovingly.One day he give up after v/ long time of trying.He stop eating,sleping,(grades drop)he stop going out nd to school due to depresion.She get worried,goes to his house,this time he tries to push her away but they lastly talk,she finally admit she love him back? Happy ending?

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You couldn’t have been gentler with the rejection but you were still hurting so everything you did was harsh. Theo had shamelessly flirted with you since he’d gotten there he just didn’t know that you had come out of a bad relationship and you weren’t one to talk. You thought Theo was good looking, had a personality that needed to be worked on and that scared you because you didn’t want to be hurt not again, he never gave you any reason to think that you’d get hurt considering he was always sweet and loving towards you. However one day it all stopped, the gently hands on your waist, the sweet nothings whispered in your ears, the gentle kisses on the cheek and the texts reminding you what you needed for your day. The teachers started to ask you where he was or if you heard anything from him. Then they started to tell you his grades were dropping and asked you to try and get him to come to school.

One day you were worried about him and you’d forgotten you book for your psychology lesson anyway so you skipped it and headed to his place, his parents let you up to his room and you knocked on the door “Theo!” You called through the door but there was nothing in response. “Theo! Are you okay? People are worried about you!” Still nothing. “Okay.” You whispered to yourself. “Look, Theo, I have somethings to tell you and I’ll start by saying I’m sorry for pushing you away, I was scared… I think your an amazing guy, you loving and sweet and your really attractive.”
“So why push me away?” He asked through the door and you sighed.
“I just got out of a bad relationship and I was scared to go into another one I was scared that I’d get hurt again.” You answered. “I never meant to hurt you though and let me tell you that seeing you hurt like this is way more painful than anything you could ever do to me.”  Theo pulled the door open, which you did not expect so you fell right through it and straight into him.
“I won’t hurt you,” Theo promised.
“I know.” You mumbled. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“It’s okay now you can heal me.” Theo smiled softly.
“Really?” You asked lifting your head to smile at him.
“If you want to.” He smiled.
“I want to.” You nodded leaning up as he leant down to connect your lips.

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The Finale

They stood opposite one another in a clearing under the clear, open sky. The sounds of the First Order ripping into the still recovering ranks of the Resistance rang out in the distance. A gentle breeze blew over them, ruffling their hair, revealing the wetness of tears on dirty cheeks.

“Very poetic, don’t you think?” Ben’s voice called from the other side of the clearing.

His red light saber crackled against the cool night, giving the rage that rolled off him defining color. The hurt and betrayal in his eyes flashed anew as he gripped the weapon harder. He stared at the girl across from him. The girl who’d given him hope, then swept it out from under him.

“Here we are in the middle of a forest, about to face each other down once again.”

He didn’t miss how she winced.

“You can’t call your friends and leave now though, can you?“

He didn’t miss the mirror look of hurt in her eyes. He knew she hadn’t wanted to leave, that she’d been disappointed in him. He knew everything she’d felt since that day.

His body hummed with the sheer strength it took not to scream at her for making him feel the way he did. For utterly destroying the fragile world he’d been building in his mind since they’d first connected across the galaxy all those months ago. He felt outraged, betrayed, confused. Heartbroken.

"What are you going to do, Rey?”

He saw her tighten her grip on the light saber in her hand. It was a new one, he noticed. A staff, double-edged. Before he knew what he was doing, he was already calculating ways to outmaneuver her in his head.

She took a step closer to him.

He twirled his saber in anticipation. He needed her to fight him. He needed to feel something else.

She lifted her staff and brought it down in an arc over him with a battle cry, giving him enough time to lift his saber and defend himself. In the brief moment that their blades were locked, he could see the immense hurt in her eyes. Then he pushed her away and got into a stance.

“So you will stay and face me then!” He charged her and tried to attack with a downward blow, but she blocked it and moved out of the way.

He tried to attack her again, this time with a horizontal blow. She raised her staff to meet his saber, deflecting his attack. She moved out of the way again, watching him warily through pained eyes.

“You haven’t been taking lessons with someone have you?” he asked, almost like he was a tad offended.

“I’m an excellent teacher you know, I could have taught you if you’d asked.”

“Shut up!” Rey jumped and went to slam her staff into him, but Kylo backed up and used the Force to push her back.

She landed on her back and skid to the other side of the clearing.

He held his breath.

When she got up again, she looked at him with an anger that rivaled his own.

“There it is, feed it, Rey. Let that anger guide your senses.”

“Stop it!” She held out her hand and used the Force to throw him back this time. Though he didn’t go half as far as Rey had.

She followed him, carrying her staff in a death-like grip. He was up before she could blink and he held his saber out in warning.

Rey only looked at him with that pained, hurt look. Like she felt for him. Like she cared.

She couldn’t do this to him now. He needed to feel something other than his heartbreak. He needed to feel that burning rage that had fueled him during his time under Snoke. Maybe then he could escape the pain.

“Stop it,”  her voice was quiet this time. A plea.

“I can’t, Rey. I’m a monster in case you’ve forgotten,” his bitter words cut into her, breaking her heart just a little more.

“No, Ben.”

Yes! You were right about me. I’m just a creature who hunts and kills without mercy. I’m a murderous snake,” he tried to summon that rage, but only succeeded in making his pain worse.

Why, why, why?

“No, Ben. You’re not, ” she stepped a little closer toward him. Her tear filled eyes never left him. She paid no mind to the sparking saber at her neck.

He could see her brown eyes glistening with tears yet unshed. She stood before him, so small yet so powerful. He could strike her down in three seconds if he wanted to. If he could.

“Oh no that’s right, because you said that I could be helped? That you would help me,” the bitterness in his voice left little cuts on her heart.

She hoped that he could see that she’d never wanted any of this to happen. Never wanted him to suffer like he had. She’d wanted so much more for him. For them. It broke her heart to see him like this, broken and hurting, turning back to the Dark.

"Or did you lie about that too?”

She felt physical pain at the hurt that flashed across his eyes at the mention of her words to him on The Supremacy. She didn’t know then, all she knew was that she had to try. She’d hated to think of the the emptiness she’d felt in that dark cave consuming Ben. She had to try.

“Yes I lied,” she spat, “There was no way I could have helped you. You were never going to listen to me, Snoke had blinded you too much.”

Her words dug under his skin. Looking into her eyes, part of him knew that Rey was just as hurt as he was. That she was suffering too. She understood.

“The only way you were ever going to escape was if you chose for yourself. I couldn’t make that choice for you. I wouldn’t. Not again.”

He lowered his light saber a fraction.

His heart cracked just a little more.

“You deserved better than that.”

A tear fell down her cheek. The emotion in her voice made it crack.

“So go ahead and strike me down Kylo, if that’s what you want to do. I won’t blame you. You’ll be just another slave to the Dark, tricked into thinking you have a choice when really all you’ll be is empty and lonely.”

His light saber fell to the ground.

For a moment all they could do was stare at each other. Neither knew what to do , what to say. They were both breathless. Their emotions were so raw that they simply stood there in front of one another, trying to process at that had just been said.

“Never…” his voice was quiet, but she heard it.


“I could never strike you down, Rey. Not you.”

Her heart skipped. A spark of hope.

“Ben… you don’t have to be alone anymore.”

She was looking at him with the tiniest sliver of hope he’d ever seen.

He slowly pulled off his glove and tentatively reached his hand toward her.

“Will you help me?”

She looked at his hand and could have cried for the joy she felt rising in her chest.


They touched hands in that clearing in the forest. The sounds of battle in the distance, and a breeze kissing their joined hands.

Wonders - (Jess x Blake)

Jess looked beautiful, stunning in every way, Blake thought. With her long hair resting on her back after a long shift at work, and shirt untucked. She wasn’t on duty, so she didn’t mind looking “sloppy”. But honestly, SHE COULD pull off sloppy. Blake couldn’t admit to himself, but he has already fallen head over heels for her.
“Anyway… I think we should add the broiled lobster tails to the menu. What do you think?
Blake?” Mira’s voice shook him back to reality.
Right. They were standing on the deck, a few workers said their final ‘good night’s before heading to bed. Mira wanted to talk to him about the menu, but he was distracted. Jess was standing there, leaning on the railing, and glowing in the moonlight.
“Broiled lobster tails with garlic and chili butter, right? Great idea. As long as we add the dishes gradually, it should be fine.” Blake managed to compose himself and answered, looking back at Mira.
“Sure. Good thing we have Jess, right? That was her idea, after all.” Mira smiled, knowing more than Blake thought she does. “Yes, of course.” He tried to sound formal, but somehow his answer brought a smile to Mira’s face he didn’t know how to interpret, and he couldn’t help but feel he chose the ‘wrong’ answer.
“well, 'night.” Mira finally said, and turned away, walking back to her room.
Blake was about to do the same, before giving one last look at Jess. “Jess, you coming?” Carter shot at her, still goofing around with Dean.
“Nah, I’m good. I wanna stay here a little bit.” She answered, not even knowing Blake was watching her.
“as you wish” carter said back, a glimpse of disappointment reaching his voice.
Right. Blake knew he wasn’t the only one 'involved’ with Jess. That wasn’t too hard to understand. She was absolutely amazing. He’d have to be totally crazy to think he’s the only one to get that.
Still, he could hope.
“Jess.” He approached her. She was so busy looking at moon reflecting on the ocean it took her a few seconds to look up at him, but when she did, she flashed him her big heart-warming smile he’d so love seeing on her face.
“hey” she said.
“hi.” He smiled back, feeling a little nervous. It was strange how by just saying hi Jess could make him nervous. It was long since someone made him feel that way. He was married to his work, but lately, he started to wonder what it would be like to–GOD, never mind.
he definitely had butterflies in his stomach right now.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked her. Great going. He frowned at himself. Jess probably catched on that because she giggled as she put a reassuring hand on his. “no, I’m fine.”.
She turned back to the ocean. Something clearly on her mind, but didn’t pull her hand away from his. He was thankful for that. And dared putting his other hand on her shoulder, which she responded with leaning into his touch.
he didn’t want to push, so he let her take her time.
“I took the test” she finally said. It wasn’t the answer to the question that was on his mind. Like, of course it was A question he had. But not 'THE question’.
“So… are you…?” he asked.
she turned again, but this time – towards him. “Pregnant. Yes.” She tried to sound as calm and collected as possible but her voice broke.

Is it mine?

he promised her he would be there for her. No matter what. Even if it wasn’t his. And he intended to keep that promise, but couldn’t help but wonder…

He shook himself out of those thought, feeling a little embarrassed that his first thought was about himself and not about HER. Right now, she needed him. He putted his arms around her, holding her tightly. “it’s gonna be okay. You can do this. We got this.” his voice was barely more than a whisper in her ear, but speaked volumes to her.
“oh Blake” she wasn’t crying. But she was emotional. And she hugged him back as tightly as he had.
Funny how, all the butterflies he was feeling earlier were long gone. He knew she needed him so he became her comforting shoulder.

did she catch him smiling? Jess wondered. She could’ve imagined it, it was only for a second, but she thought she saw Blake smile at the news, before taking her and holding her close. she felt safe in his hands. she believed his words as he whispered to her, calming down from the roller coaster of emotions she was feeling.
It’s not like she was devastated, or even actually sad about it.
It just was very confusing, and would require her to face things she have never faced before, and that scared her. But she wasn’t gonna face them alone. She had her family. And she had Blake.

10 Days - Part 5 - AU Series

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,534

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Day 4.

Since pretty much a year there were no secrets in Sam’s house, all due to the work of little Michelle. The moment she would find out a secret, Dean would know about it too. Problem is that nobody knew that Dean knew; they were all convinced of being safe with their secrets, except… they weren’t.

“All right Mickey, now that your aunt is at the gym… Do you have any secrets for me?” Dean inquired curiously.

“Maybe…” She shrugged. It was not like she couldn’t keep secrets; no, she would just sell them for the right price.

“Well, I bought a lot of ice-cream,” Dean replied, pretend to be indifferent.

“Okay, I have one!” She affirmed immediately; the things she would do for ice-cream!

“Okay, I need some more info before I can give you your payment,” he continued, expectantly. Man, he loved getting to know all those secrets, keeping the others in the dark.

“It’s about auntie Y/N,” The kid replied happily, already sure of her prize.

“And Ice-cream it is!” Dean stated smirking. Y/N’s secrets were his favorites, without any doubt.

Now, this wasn’t a dark secret, none of that. It was mostly embarrassing. One month before, Y/N and Michelle were taking a little walk around the city; it was a sunny afternoon, so it was nice to be outside. Y/N, in particular, was feeling quite happy that day; it was one of those days when you are confident and feel like everything is going to be all right; generally, when that would happen, she wanted to share that happiness with anyone around her.

She wasn’t usually an optimistic or very confident person, but we can say that that day she surely was.

During their little walk, they met someone as happy as her. “Hello there! How is your afternoon going?” An old man exclaimed loudly from the front of his house.

Y/N thought he was a polite man, so she was going to be polite herself, “Really good! How about yours?” She asked loudly, with a big smile. 

Her happiness sank a second later, though, when she realized that the old man wasn’t talking to her, but with his neighbor.

Her mind got into action and she applied immediately one of her escape plans, literally; basically, she picked her niece up in her arms and ran away. If the man hadn’t noticed her before, he did at this point and he thought that she was probably nuts. Man, she wanted to bury herself and don’t come out of her hiding for at least 5 years. Problem was, she had a witness, her niece; so, in front of a large plate of cookies, she made her promise not to tell anyone about that little incident.

Too bad her niece wasn’t the most reliable with secrets, so she spilled everything in front of a large cup of ice-cream. Dean laughed so much he was in tears, just imagining the scene, and he just couldn’t keep it to himself, not this time. So when Y/N got home, he put away his laughter, washed his face and went into action.

“Hey guys, I’m back,” Y/N called out, entering the apartment.

“Hello there!” Dean said, moving from the kitchen towards her, “How is your afternoon going?” He asked, barely containing his laugh.

Y/N frowned, “You know it’s morning, right?”

“Absolutely, I do,” he smirked.

“Oh God!” She whispered, feeling the embarrassment arising again. “Michelle!?” She called and her niece ran immediately towards her. She never called her Michelle, except when she had done something wrong. The poor Mickey knew that already and she presented herself in front of her aunt, with guilt all over her face.

“What happened to our little secret?” Y/N inquired, with raised eyebrows.

“I’m sorry! But the man had ice-cream!” Her niece apologized, sincerely. I mean, it was ice-cream! She cared about ice-cream at least as much as Dean cared for pie. Y/N knew that, so it wasn’t the poor kid’s fault. It was fault of the green-eyed devil in front of her.

“You bought my secret with ice-cream?!” She demanded of him, incredulously. “Man, you have no boundaries!” 

Dean wasn’t even paying attention to her words, though; he was about to roll on the floor with his laughter, “I’m sorry,” he snickered and then continued to laugh, “I can’t…”

“C’mon, it’s not that funny! Right?!” She asked a little worried.

“No, it’s not funny at all!” He replied, still laughing, “It’s hilarious! Especially the part when you ran away… I have the image of the whole thing seared into my brain!”

Y/N sighed, “I guess I’m gonna go hide for a few years…”

“Are you mad at me?” Michelle asked her sadly, with big eyes.

Y/N sighed again, There was no way she could get mad at her, she was just too adorable! “No, I’m not. But I hope you got a lot of ice-cream for this!”

“As for you!” She continued threateningly, pointing a finger at Dean, “You mention this to anyone, and I’ll reveal all your secrets!”

“Yeah, right! You don’t know any of my secrets!” He exclaimed, pretend to be confident but feeling a little worried.

“Don’t I?” She asked, knowingly, “So if I say… pink panties, for example, it doesn’t ring a bell?” She continued smirking.

His eyes went wide, “How do you even know about that!?”

Y/N just shrugged, “You have no idea about the things I know… I would be careful if I were you,” she concluded, putting a little threat there and then moving towards her room; Dean wasn’t laughing anymore, this much was sure. 

Y/N, on the other hand, had moved to her bedroom not to laugh in front of him. She had just made up that entire thing, she didn’t know about any pink panties, and the worried look on his face was just too much! So, not to blew her cover, she had decided it was best to have her little laughter, little being a euphemism, in her own room.

She was still pretty convinced, though, that Dean hated her, for breaking his heart 5 years before, and she didn’t blame him at all. She felt so guilty about that… she swore the hurt look he had had on his face that day would have haunted her forever. So, when she did see him laugh, she would feel so much better. She really wanted him to be happy.

But, like I said, she was absolutely convinced of hating him as well. I know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense. She wanted him to be happy, she wanted him to laugh all the time. You don’t want this kind of things for the people you hate, not at all. It was just her defense mechanism talking for her; if she had been convinced of hating him and if she had acted badly towards him, as a consequence there wouldn’t have been any risk of getting back with him again. She was just too afraid of that idea. So everyone around her was absolutely certain of her aversion towards him, except Dean; he was sure she loved him, like at least 99% sure. But, every time he would act, convinced of that, she would push him away. One time, 3 and a half years before, he had tried to hold her hand and after that she had avoided him for two months; so he had stopped pushing her and decided to just wait. The patience he had was surely admirable.

But, returning on day 4, Y/N went to dinner with Mark and it was only fair, after 4 days spent with Mickey and Dean. When she got back at Sam’s, that night, it was a little late, but Dean was still awake, waiting for her. He was enduring that whole Mark thing pretty well, considering that he loved her, because absolutely sure she would dump him, eventually. He was waiting that day for two years now.

That night he found out, the hard way, that it wasn’t gonna happen.

Y/N walked into the apartment really quietly, afraid of waking Michelle up at that hour. She noticed that the light in the kitchen was still turned on, so she walked in there,“Hey,” she said when she spotted him, intent on watching something on his phone.

“Hey, how was dinner?” He asked immediately. Couldn’t she just dump him already?

“As usual…” She shrugged, putting her bag on the table.

That’s when all hell broke loose. With that little gesture she had done, he noticed something and his heart stopped, “Why do you have a ring there?” He asked, really afraid of her answers.

“What?” She frowned.

“This ring!” He exclaimed grabbing her left hand, “Why do you have it?” Man, that had better not be what he was thinking, or he was going to lose it.

Y/N was still really confused by his behavior. I mean, she was engaged, so an engagement ring was only to be expected, “My engagement ring?”

He frowned at first, maybe he hadn’t heard it right. Then he stood up and started to pace around the table. Oh man, that wasn’t good! He was trying to understand but his brain wouldn’t let him. The only thing going on in there was like an alarm repeating engagement ring, engagement ring, engagement ring.

“Dean, are you okay?” She asked, worried, starting to think that he was about to lose his mind.

He did not reply to that but ask something else instead, “Did he propose tonight?”

“Tonight?” She repeated, confused, and then realization hit her; He had no idea at all! “He proposed two months ago…after you left” 

“No, see that’s not possible… We’ve been living here for 4 days and this is the first time I see that thing!” He stated angrily.

“Yes, because it was too big, so Mark just gave it back to me… it was getting resized,” she explained calmly, really worried about his burst of anger. “You really didn’t know about it?” 

“Does it look like I knew?!” Dean snapped. Then he sighed and put both hands on the table in front of him, looking for support and trying to calm himself down. “You didn’t think of telling me this?” He asked more calmly now, but with an incredulous look on his face.

“Well, I did, I told you I had to lose a few pounds for the dress.” She honestly had no idea of why he was that angry, still convinced that he hated her.

“You didn’t say wedding dress!” He snapped again.

“I swear, I thought you knew… that Sam had told you… really…”

“Oh, don’t you worry about Sam. Can’t wait for him to come back!” He replied bitterly. Then he had an idea, finally his brain was working again, and that idea itself brought him a moment of calm. There was still hope, “You’re not going to actually marry him, right?” He asked matter-of-factly and, when he noticed her puzzled expression, he explained his theory a little better, “I mean, you said yes just because you felt sorry for him, right?”

“Dean, you don’t accept wedding proposal because you feel bad for the guy. You do that when you actually want to marry him.” She was, honest to God, worried in that moment. She just couldn’t put her finger on why he was so pissed. She was thinking that they had spent the last 4 years fighting; why did he care so much about her wedding?

What she wasn’t thinking about were all those little moments he had tried to get closer to her, all of them ending with her pushing him away, literally and metaphorically speaking.

After that answer, his last hope crumbled. All those years waiting for her were crumbling too. If she was going to get marry, there was nothing left for him.

He had to sit down after this, feeling like he was about to break down, “This isn’t possible… You were supposed to dump him and get back with me…” He confessed sadly, “I’ve been waiting for you for 10 years…” He was talking mostly to himself but she heard him and her heart shattered for him. She had been so blind…

“What?” She asked in spite of herself; she just couldn’t believe he was saying that.

“Why else do you think I haven’t dated anyone since we broke up, Y/N?” He asked sadly. He was sure his heart had been broken again. He could feel like a void inside of him. 10 years of his life had been dedicated to his plan to get her back and she was marrying another man instead.

“I had no idea, I swear… I was sure you hated me since you kept fighting with me.” 

“I kept fighting with you because otherwise you would have just ignored me,” he explained, looking at the table and then putting his hands on his face, trying to regain the little that was left of himself.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, wiping away a few tears, not even knowing when she had started crying, “You gotta believe me, I had no idea…”

He seemed to pull himself together a little and looked at her again, “I’m gonna go to bed…” Was the last thing he said to her, before disappearing into his room.

That night Y/N didn’t sleep at all.

I’ve been waiting for you for 10 years. This sentence was tormenting her and she just couldn’t push it away. She kept seeing his hurt expression.

She had hurt him, again. How was she supposed to live with herself? She kept pacing all night in her room… then in the kitchen… then in the living room… she just couldn’t find peace. One thing was bugging her the most; he had hurt her, once, 10 years before and she could still remember her heart breaking into a thousand tiny pieces, but she had hurt him more, basically every day for 10 years. She had kept pushing him away, every time he had tried to get close but he had never complained. He had kept asking for her forgiveness when she was the one that needed to be forgiven. Probably that night it wasn’t Dean’s heart the one that got broken… it was hers.

Dean’s heart had start to shatter, this is certain, but he had put together the remaining pieces and had found a new plan. He had waited 10 years for the love of his life, no Mark or Josh or Don was going to steal her away from him. She had cried for him in the kitchen, he had seen that. She loved him, he was now more convinced than before. The engagement was on since two months only, so he had time. Nobody gets married after two months of engagement, right? He was going to prove himself to her. She knew the truth now, she knew he loved her, that he was waiting for her…

He was going to win her back, starting from tomorrow. 

No more fights, no more lies, just the truth.

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anonymous asked:


I hope this is okay, my laptop almost died of milk-poisoning for this
AO3 Version;

That Warm Hand Of Yours

“He’ll be in soon, okay? Just lay down,  I’ll make sure he comes in and sees you.” You tucked the small child into her bed, making sure she was comfortable enough to be able to sleep. After a moment of relaxation, she seemed to fight it; kicking off her starry bed covers.  
“Let me wait up! Not sleepy, I promise!” It was the hardest when she was like this. You could see how much Jolyne wanted to see her father, and it hurt that you had to lie straight to the child’s face about it, since you didn’t know yourself when your partner was going to return home.  
“No can do. You want to be up bright and early for school tomorrow, don’t you?  Look, I’ll even put your nightlight on.” You flicked the little cloud shaped lamp on.
You stood up and sighed as she turned over in bed, sniffling slightly. You placed a kiss on the side of her head, understanding that nothing you could say would make her feel any better at this point; it was only something from Jotaro’s mouth that could.  
“He’ll be up to see you when he’s home, I promise. Goodnight, Jolyne.” Stroking her hair one last time before departing, you turned out her light as you left.  

Once downstairs again, you glanced at the clock on the wall. 10.04pm.  
Jolyne’s parent’s evening appointment was at 5.30pm and he had promised that he’d be home for 5pm to be there to go, he had said that to her himself, so she had taken his word for it. And then he had promised you that he’d make dinner and have it on the table for an hour later. But instead, you took your seat opposite his empty space; both of the cold dinners you had made sitting on the table. You think back to the last time you had actually eaten a meal with your partner- a week, a fortnight, a month? When was it? You couldn’t remember. Just that itself was enough to almost bring tears to your eyes. You loved him, you really did but- this had to stop. You decided, in that moment, that you really had to do something about it. Even if you felt as though you could cope if it was just yourself, it wasn’t fair to let Jolyne be continuously hurt like she was by someone she had put so much faith in. And each time, Jotaro had let her down. It physically ate away at you each time you had to wipe the tears from her face with the empty answer of ‘he’ll be home soon’, when you didn’t even know the answer yourself.  
You pushed the plate away from yourself, even though you hadn’t even touched the food on it. The last time you had tried to call him was almost two months again- why bother? He wasn’t going to pick up anyway. It had gotten to the point where you almost couldn’t bear to look at him whenever he was actually the house, not out of anger, but out of sadness, for the relationship he was throwing away between himself, you and his daughter. There was a barrier that he had built with his own hands, but would need an army to bring down again.

It was at this moment- the door clicked open. Had it been a different circumstance, and would you have appreciated the comedic timing of it all; perhaps you could have welcomed him home they way you used to. A faint shuffling echoed throughout the halls of the near-silent house until the figure slowly made its way into your line of view. As per usual, Jotaro stood in his black turtle-neck, hat and white trousers; clothes that you washed day-in-day-out without thanks. Sometimes the only way you’d have known he was ever home would be the new pile of washing left in the basket. He dropped his bag onto the counter next to Jolyne’s discarded Happy Meal box, which she eventually had accepted as her dinner over her father’s cooking since the rumble of her small stomach could no longer lie to you.  
He hadn’t noticed your presence at this point, more than likely assuming you had already gone to bed since the room was relatively dimly lit. He noticed the fast-food box first and you heard him sigh, before moving it to the side and placing his notebook down in its place. Jotaro stood with his back to you and, really, you’d be lying if you tried to make out that you weren’t sitting there waiting for him to realise, a petty trait of yours. You’d have probably gone on with it for a fair bit longer had it not been for the unmistakable sound teeth grinding up against each other.  His neck snapped round and his muscles visibly tensed underneath his shirt, but then relax when he realised who it was. His blue eyes wandered slowly across your figure, your plate, his plate, and the empty table between the two; before sighing, walking straight past it and towards his study.
The man muttered the brief instruction of; “Yare yare daze, I’m too tired for this. Just go to bed.”  

Your body seemed to move on its own as all premise of ‘waking up the sleeping child’ was forgotten by screeching your chair back, moving yourself to stand in front of his study door and looking up to face him.  
“Jotaro, please, we need to talk. You’re five hours late.” For good measure, you even held onto the door handle to show it wasn’t going to be moved unless you were the one doing it. The two of you stared into one another’s eyes for a few seconds, and in all honesty, it was quite difficult to not be the first one to crack. Even as his partner, that blue gaze was still intimidating enough to send shivers right down your spine. Eventually, he lowered his head so his eyes were hidden behind his visor, casting a shadow across the rest of his face.  
“Make it quick then. I’d like to sleep tonight.” Jotaro placed his hand on top of yours and opened the door, causing you to stumble inwards. The other warm hand landed around your waist to stop you falling any further. You’d almost forgotten the heat of the man’s body, and now it felt like it was just radiating off him and melting your aching heart. Even as he held onto you, you felt yourself wanting to forgive him. And yet, the tug in your heart of having to seeing Jolyne cry again, and again, forced you to stop yourself from doing exactly that.  

As though the sudden close-proximity was a new thing, you jumped out of his arm. You stood yourself up and turned on the light, watching as Jotaro went to take the seat behind his desk. Standing in front of it would have felt too much like being scolded by a teacher, so you went behind it too and leaned onto it, with about half a meter between your leg and his. The room was quiet, but not comfortably so. Over the years, Jotaro’s silence had become the norm. It made his words and actions all the more endearing when he chose to use them.
“Aren’t you going to say anything? Tell me why you weren’t there? Make up a lie, say that one of your assistants fell ill and you had to fill in for them. Just…don’t sit there silently this time. Speak to me.” Nail marks began to appear, bright and red, on your palms from scrunching them too tightly. You had always understood that he wasn’t someone who vocalized his thoughts or anything he deemed 'unnecessary’, so, did he think this was unnecessary? Yours and Jolyne’s pain?
“You were supposed to be at parent’s evening. You promised Jolyne you would be. You also promised to cook dinner for her, I’d never seen a kid so upset to be offered a Happy Meal in replacement. She didn’t even want the toy-” You laughed a sad laugh, void of any joy despite the act.
“Jotaro, she went to bed crying…” Your voice trailed off as you looked down at your feet.
 You felt that same warm, rough hand touch the top of yours; causing you to un-clench them instantly. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he was lighting a cigarette, despite the number of times he’d been told to not smoke in the house. You tutted, opening the window in front of you to release the smoke.
Another sudden thought flashed into your mind;  
“Jotaro, are you cheating on me?”  

“Good grief, you really do go on when you want to. What gave you that idea? You’re not even giving me a chance.” He finally huffed, blowing out his cigarette smoke. Somewhere deep down, heart told you in that second that he really wasn’t cheating, so you dropped it; he didn’t seem like the type to do something like that anyway.  
“Alright then, here’s your chance.” You wouldn’t be swayed by that warm touch, not this time. You couldn’t while knowing it was the very touch that Jolyne craved every time it wasn’t sitting beside her on the dinner table.
Jotaro sighed, closing his eyes.  
“It was only a parent’s eveni-” He started but you quickly cut him off, retracting his chance.  
“Don’t- that’s not the point and you know it.” You snapped, but fell silent once again.
“I’ll make it up to her then. I’ll buy her some toys- whatever it is that that kid likes now.” Jotaro muttered while tapping the ash from his cigarette into its bowl.
“Haven’t you realised that it’s you that your daughter wants? Come on, you’re smart man who’s very highly educated, surely you must have been able to figure that much out on your own.” The man had a doctorate, and it was plainly clear to see if he would just tear his eyes away from a notebook for just half a second. He couldn’t have been so naive to see how much Jolyne wanted his company and to be able to know her father properly- he just kept shutting her out.
“Yeah.” His reply was blunt and cold, his eyes looking into nowhere but seeing everything.  
“So why can’t you give her that? Forget me, for the time being, this is about Jolyne. Your daughter.” You actually turned to face him in hopes he would return your eye contact for an honest answer, but he didn’t.
“My job is too important.”  
“More important than your daughter?” You waited. And waited. But after a few seconds, no answer seemed to come. You couldn’t quite stop yourself from saying-
“Are you…even the man I married, anymore?”
The silence carried on as it became perfectly obvious that your questions had justbeen answered, and that there was no point in you remaining there.

Although, when that warm hand slowly dropped away from your own, it was almost enough to make you yank it back, clasp it and never release it again. But you didn’t. You let it fall and you left.

anonymous asked:

Hi, so I'm almost finished watching Buffy and everyone talks about it like a big feminist show and at the time that it was made I guess it really was but how can people be rooting for spike after he wanted to rape her? Idk I was wondering what's your vision about this

Spike didn’t have a soul for six out of seven seasons. His character grew remarkably even without one. He went from wanting to murder Buffy to falling in love with her and being gentle with her, even without a soul. He genuinely cared for her and did good deeds for her.


Spike still didn’t have a soul. He wasn’t a good man; he wasn’t capable of being a good man. He still tried to be for Buffy. When Buffy and Spike begin a relationship, it is based on violence. Buffy beats him up all the time, and Spike retaliates because he is a vampire and she is the Slayer. This is what they do. Buffy beats him because she sees him as less than human– as a monster. Buffy has learned to hate herself and the world ever since she got back from heaven. She beats up Spike because he’s an inhuman thing that she can take her anger and frustration out on. Spike, on the other hand, beats her up because he IS evil. He has no soul, and all of his other romantic relationships have been rooted in this vampiric violence. He beat Drusilla, and she enjoyed and encouraged it. He beat Harmony, and she accepted it. Even Angel and Darla have a violent relationship: that’s how vampires get themselves going. 


Buffy and Spike’s relationship begins as this violent, passionate anger. She doesn’t really care for him; she just hates herself and wants to feel something. Spike, on the other hand, loves her and is frustrated that she hates herself when she is so good. He is turned on by the violence and by the power struggle they have. Frankly, Buffy is, too. She had a loving relationship with Angel, but she also had violence with him. When he turned to Angelus, she quickly had to relate sex/love with pain and violence. Even in season three, she and Angel do have at least one physical fight. The thing is, she is the Slayer, and they are vampires; they’re much stronger than us, and violence is a large part of their lives. 


When Spike attempts to rape Buffy, he doesn’t understand what’s different. Every other time they have had sex, Buffy has said no and that she doesn’t want to. Every other time they’ve had sex, they beat each other before they start kissing and fucking and knocking over buildings. Spike doesn’t have a soul, so he cannot understand what is different in this situation. Buffy, being human, makes us see the difference. She is injured and depressed, she is vulnerable in her own bathroom. The fear in her eyes is not something we’ve seen before. As humans, we can see the difference. But to Spike, a vampire without a soul who has known nothing but violence from both Buffy and love in general, he only sees that Buffy is resisting just like every other time. He attempts to have sex with her, and only then is Buffy able to resort to Slayer strength again and push him away, screaming that she doesn’t want to. It is then that Spike wakes up. It is then that he understands that this time is different, that this time he has done something wrong. It clicks for him that this is something that he, a vampire, does not understand.

The reason people still love and root for Spike is that he did not understand what rape was, or how it was any different from the other violent sex that they have had so many times in the past. So he tries to understand. He leaves town, so he won’t hurt Buffy again. He goes to fucking Africa and tries to find a way to get a soul, so he can understand what she felt, and so he will never hurt her that way again. He loves her, and he almost dies getting a soul for her. He suddenly understands that his attempted rape was wrong, and different than what they had shared before. 

That’s why people still support Spike, and why I LOVE HIM WITH MY WHOLE HEART AND SOUL.

Revolution - Chapter 7

And suddenly, he knew deep within his very being that he was going to witness one of Shion’s miracles.

Six years have passed after Nezumi’s departure. Even though the progress of the Restructural Committee is like an untamed wave of changes and improvements, some people are unsatisfied and more than tired Shion thinks he has failed. Will he ever be able to look in these beautiful grey eyes again? Or will his guilt consume him?

If you want to know the answers to these questions, you can read the story on AO3 | | or right here!

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weary-hearted-queen  asked:

He hadn't actually expected her to squeak. In fact, he hadn't actually expected her to be ticklish at all, so when she did squeak, and then tried to squirm out of his arms, it came as something of a surprise.

(Basically this is the most plotless, cheesy, fluff-ridden trash I’ve ever spewed out and nothing at all like what I usually write but Seren - star-vault-ofthe-heavens - was angsting about exams and she’d written something for me a few days ago so I thought I’d return the favor. And besides, it’s Valentines day, so gross things like this are acceptable. General timeline maybe two weeks after ROTJ. And man, POV? What POV? Is POV even a thing? Who knows.)

He stared at her.

“The inside of your elbow -“

"Oh, no,” she managed, yanking her arms from his handsand crossing them over her chest. A strand of her long hair, come loose fromits braid, was hanging stubbornly in front of her flushed face. “Don’t you dare.”

Against his better judgement, Han felt his mouth tug upwards in a sly grin.

"Don’t I dare what?”

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