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ddejavvu · 1 year

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fairy!reader with hotch? 🥹 he’s somewhere in the woods because a murder happened there and when he’s alone she shows up and leads him to a clue?? and he thanks her and she’s all flustered and shy around him? 🥹 thank you!!!

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

"The trail goes cold," Aaron huffs, neck craned to speak into the walkie talkie clipped to the strap of his vest. His eyes flutter shut and his fists clench in frustration. He doesn't know how the unsub has managed to vanish, but the footprints abruptly and and there's no misplaced leaves that could be covering them up.

"Psst," He's just released the button on his comm when he hears it, and his hands tighten around his gun quick as a flash. He aims blindly where he heard the noise, into a dense tree that he strains to see movement inside of.

"It's okay!" He hears the same voice, light and sweet, "I won't hurt you. And I'm not who you're looking for."

Once again, he combs the tree for movement, looking for the rustle of a leaf or the snap of a branch. He comes up empty, all until a gold glow catches his eye near a cluster of leaves near the top.

With his gun aimed carefully at the light source, he watches with breathless wariness as you peer out from behind a thick branch.

You're... tiny. You're unlike anything he's ever seen, dressed in a flower and glowing to boot. You look human, you have a human face, a human body, and a human voice, but you're mind-bogglingly small. He doesn't know what you are.

Then you fly, and he sees the wings. They're shimmery and fluttering, guiding you to a lower branch that you wrap an arm around for stability.

"Please don't hurt me," You stare nervously at the barrel of his gun, "I'm harmless. I just want to help."

"Help?" Aaron finally finds his voice, hands sweaty and nearly slipping from how hard he's clutching his gun. He readjusts his grip, "What are you?"

"I'm a fairy," You accentuate the knowledge with a soft flutter of your wings, one that shakes shimmery dust from their surface, "And I couldn't hurt you if I tried. Please put down the weapon."

Against all survival protocol, he does. He guides the gun slowly into his holster, watching as your miniscule fingers toy with a flower growing out of the branch you're hugging.

"I saw a man here a few minutes ago," You hum, looking up at him through lashes laced with the same shimmery substance slowly dusting off of your wings, "He climbed my tree and knocked over my house. He went that way." You point behind you, and Aaron sees a low-hanging line of tree branches the unsub must have used to cross the forest without leaving tracks in the mud below.

"Thank you." Aaron says cautiously, wondering if he should jam you into his pocket and take you straight back to headquarters. He decides not to, because you've just helped him, but he's not sure how to go about concealing information about magical species from the U.S Government.

He starts to back away, slowly, in case you decide that he's the enemy now and turn on him in a glittering mess of fairy dust and flower petals. But your face drops quickly to a frown, and you reach out for him using the hand that's not around the tree branch.

"Wait!"

He stiffens, spine straight, "Yes?"

"My.. my house," You repeat, "He knocked my house over. And it's too heavy for me to carry. I helped you, can- can you please help me, too?"

You redirect your finger to point at a knocked-over bird house laying on the forest floor. It's crudely painted, something Jack would make him for father's day, and he assumes some kid used to camp here and left it as a present for the wildlife. If only they knew who lived in it now.

"Okay," Aaron hums, crouching slowly to the forest floor and reaching for the birdhouse like it's a bomb. Of course, it's not, unless a glitter bomb counts, because his fingers are already sprinkled with the stuff.

You rush to flutter higher in the tree, and Aaron realizes he can't reach the perch you're standing beside. Not while his feet are on the ground.

"You can step on that one," You point to a thick branch protruding from the bottom of the tree, one that the unsub probably scaled himself, "That one's strong enough for humans like you."

Birdhouse in hand, he tests his weight against the limb. It doesn't even creak, and he hoists himself up so that he's eye-level with you, chin hovering just over the branch you're standing on.

"There," You instruct him, and he lowers the birdhouse gently onto its mount. You've fashioned it a nest of sticks and feathers, and he wonders if you stole that from a bird, too.

"Is that okay?" He murmurs, voice quiet with the same wonder he's spoken with since meeting your eye for the first time.

"That's perfect," You gush, and flutter your wings happily, "Thank you!"

As your wings shake, more glittery dust falls from them. It lands on Aaron's nose, and he has to stifle a sneeze if he doesn't want to blast you off of the tree branch. It means he jerks a hand to his face, and in doing so, loses his balance below.

He's barely able to repress his sneeze and catch himself on the branch before he falls, and his face knocks into your legs, landing you on your butt on the branch. His chin falls to your calves, nose butting against your stomach as his head lands in your lap.

"Oh!" You shriek, hands coming up to cup his cheeks, holding his face for stability. Your eyes are wide and shiny, and Aaron looks bewilderedly up at you as he tries stabilizing himself.

"Sorry," He breathes, tightening his hand on the branch.

You reach up a tiny hand to brush fairy dust off of his nose, shaking your head, "It's alright. I didn't mean to dust you."

Once his nose is glitter-free, you cast a bashful glance at his eyes, then lean in to kiss his nose. He barely feels it, a soft brush of something small against his skin, but the gesture sends heat to his cheeks and wobbles to his legs.

"Thank you for your help," You coo, hands detaching from his face and holding the branch below you. As he straightens up and removes his face from your lap, you swing your feet back and forth, glitter streaming down to coat the branch Aaron is standing on.

"Mhm." Is all Aaron can manage, "And- and you're... you're okay here? You're- you live here?"

"I do," You nod, bracing a hand against your birdhouse, "I'll be okay. Just catch that guy, okay?"

"Okay. Yeah," Aaron breathes, nodding as he carefully dismounts the branch below him, "And- and thank you for-" He backs away, right into a tree behind him, "Uh, thank you for your help."

You stifle a giggle at his clumsiness, waving cheerily as he finally turns around, heading in the direction you'd pointed him in. And if, when he takes off his jacket that night in his hotel room to find a fairy dust-covered flower petal, he slips it in his wallet? He's sure it's what you would have wanted.

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thepersonnamedsam · 1 year

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Dinner for two

Picture not mine (Pinterest)

Pairing: Tim Bradford x GN!Reader

Summary: Tim had a lot on his mind when he responded to a call that day. What he hadn’t have in mind, that he was taking out the victim to dinner.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none, fluff, season 4 spoilers

Note: This is my second story on Tumblr and my first The Rookie story. I hope it’s bearable to read. Feedback is very welcomed!

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Tim’s first week as Sargent wasn’t as he expected. Sargent Grey has been observing his every move and he felt like a rookie all over again. Not to mention all the kids boots he is keep finding in his locker. Tim was exhausted. And now that the department hired Aaron Thorsen, the alleged killer of Patrick Hayes, his brain seemed to explode.

That’s why he didn’t see the sniper shooting coming and how the bullet graced the shoulder of a civilian, you. Tim instantly felt bad and rushed to your aid. His hands tried to stop the bleeding, but nothing seemed to help. How didn’t he see it coming? His brain went into survival mode, one of the first times not for his survival.

You were conscious and breathing, a relief for Tim, but for you it meant pain. Pain you never imagined feeling. And the stressed look of the officer above you didn’t seas your own stress. You tried to take your mind off the pain and your eyes wandered. The nametag of the helping officer read ‘Bradford’. His badge had ‘Sargent’ and ‘3483’ engraved. So, the helping officer wasn’t just an officer, he was the Sargent.

Tim saw your eyes on his badge and name tag, and he realized that he hasn’t introduced himself or asked for your name. “Ma’am, my name is Tim Bradford, you were injured, can you tell me your name?”

His words didn’t seem to arrive to you. You saw his mouth moving, but nothing came out of it.

“Ma’am? Do you understand me?” – “I can’t hear you”, you slurred. Tim’s eyes narrowed and for a split second put more pressure on the wound – you instantly moaned. Why wasn’t the ambulance on the scene yet?

“Control, where is the requested Ambulance? I have a gunshot wound to the shoulder, who won’t stop bleeding. Victim also doesn’t seem to hear clearly. I need backup, now!”

Just as he wanted to yell into the walkie-talkie again, the ambulance arrived on the scene. They rushed to you and provisionally wrapped your shoulder with a pressure gauze. They lifted you onto the stretcher, faces after faces appeared over your own and tried to talk to you, but nothing came through to you. Just as you thought you were alone, the pretty face of the Sargent appeared in front of you. Your heart started to race as his hand engulfed yours. His face softened as he spoke to you again. Broken word pieces came through to you and the bits you caught didn’t stop your heart racing.

“You’re going to make it through, no doubt. I believe in you!”

Even when you were rolled into the hospital, Sargent Bradford didn’t let go of your hand. Only when you were rolled into surgery, you missed the warmth of his hand. And when you woke up, you didn’t think you would feel the warmth again, but you did.

“Good morning, I know you don’t know me, but I couldn’t just let you alone, after all it’s my fault you got shot.”

“Wait, what? How can you be at fault for me being shot at?”

“I wasn’t in the right mindset and didn’t see it coming, I’m sorry. It shouldn’t happen, it’s all my fault.”

“Did you pull the trigger?” Your eyebrow raised your eyes bored into his.

“No?” He looked away ashamed.

“See, then you’re not at fault, everyone has a bad day, it happens.” Your voiced softened, you really didn’t think he was at fault.

“But my bad days shouldn’t affect an innocent civilian’s life.”

“I survived and I can walk away with a broken shoulder, but nothing worse happened.”

You didn’t want him to feel bad, about anything. Not just about the shooting. You wanted to hug him and hold him in your arms and tell him everything will be fine. But you couldn’t, you didn’t even know his name.

“Let’s start over. I still don’t know your name?”, you asked him.

You saw his face, it softened a bit, relieved you weren’t mad at him. “Tim Bradford.”

“Hey Tim, what’s flooding your brain today?” Your psychology degree came to use after all.

After about three hours, the Doctor came and released you. And Tim couldn’t just let you go. Good for him, you weren’t ready for that either. So, when he wanted to say goodbye, you asked him, if he could drive you home. He immediately agreed and led you to his car.

“You know, as a cop I have to remind you, not to get into a stranger’s car.”

“I’ve known you for a couple of hours, so you’re not a stranger anymore”, you smiled at him. “But you are true, even if you are a Sargent, we may want to start our first date not at my house.”

“But you’re injured!” – “True, but still”, you looked at him and had a mischievous smile on your face. “Ah, you’re trying to trick me”, his head dropped in disbelief and a small smile appeared on his face. “So, take-out at yours?”, he asked, and you immediately agreed.

You ordered Chinese, your favorite, and talked about everything. About his start as a Sargent, your job as a therapist. Your family, his family, especially his dad. It felt like you had known each other since forever. Talking to him was just so easy. Nothing felt out of place or wrong. Honestly, it felt like a dream.

So, when you woke the next morning, you weren’t actually sure, if Sargent Bradford even existed. Your pain in your shoulder distracted you from his absence, but your mind still wondered if it was all a dream. What you didn’t expect, was a cup of coffee and your painkillers waiting in your kitchen. Next to it was a note with his number on it. With a smile on your face, you saved the number on your phone with “SGT. Heartthrob <3”.

SGT. Heartthrob <3

You left early, xx

I know and I’m sorry

I had to leave for roll-call

It’s okay, you made coffee

I did, was it good?

It was perfect, thank you

You smiled and you couldn’t stop the whole day. But your day was boring, you were never off work, you always had something to do, even on your free days. So, this was your first time, since you started the job, that you had nothing to do. To say, you were surprised when Tim showed up at your house, was an understatement. He was smiling and held up a bag of takeout in his hand. “I thought, you weren’t up for cooking, so I brought takeout.”

And you had dinner again, for the second time that week. And it felt exactly the same as last night. With the exception, that Tim stayed in the morning and brought you your coffee and painkillers himself. Breakfast in bed.

#tim bradford #the rookie #the rookie x reader #the rookie x you #gender neutral reader #x reader #season 4 #john nolan #fanfic #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford x you #tim bradford x gn!reader

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neil-puppy-josten · 2 years

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neil: good night, sweetie!

aaron's daughter: night night!

neil: and good night child eating demon under the bed!

andrew, through a walkie-talkie in a deep and raspy voice under the bed: good night!

#aftg incorrect quotes #aftg #incorrect aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil

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algea · 2 years

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A Little Ghoulin'.

Prompt: You go to a highly aggressive location with Zak and the GAC and you get attacked by a malicious ghost.

Pairing: Zak Bagans x !female Reader

Warnings: girl idk, the GAC being themselves? also vomit

You were at another investigation with Zak and the crew. Everyone knew that you and Zak had something for each other, but the both of you were oblivious to it. This particular location had highly aggressive entities towards women. There were even accounts of demons attacking the women that’ve entered the building. Zak was already nervous bringing you as it was, but with this information, he was not having it. But of course, you insisted on going, even if it meant going against him.

“Are you SURE you’re alright going in there by yourself, Y/N?” Zak asked, gazing down at your face with a very worried look.

You rested a hand on Zak’s chest and sighed,

“I’m fine Zak, really, I’ll call for you immediately if I run into trouble.”

He sucked in a deep breath and muttered something too low for you to hear, probably irrelevant to you anyway. You drew your hand from his chest and rested on his cheek, softly stroking it with your thumb. His hazy, blue eyes met yours and the both of you shared and unknown contract, one that you would soon find out.

“I…You know I’m really against you going in there, right? I can’t let you get hurt like I would myself.” Zak sighed, his captive gaze holding yours. You only gave him a soft smile and ran your thumb slowly over his bottom lip. Zak’s lips ghosted a smile, but only before you heard a camera click and various noises of happy cheering.

“Dude! I knew it was gonna be here! Pay up, Billy!” Aaron exclaimed, still holding his phone in the position he took the picture in. Both you and Zak’s heads snapped over to him, only to see Aaron holding out his hand as Billy handed him a 20 dollar bill, and Jay snickering in the background.

“Shut up, Aaron.” Billy sighed, looking over at you and winking knowingly. You rolled your eyes at your best friend and dropped your hand from Zak’s face.

“You two BETTED on when something like this would happen?” Zak questioned, his eyebrows raised and his head tilting towards them angrily.

“Oh I am SO beating your ass after we get done here.” He added. All Aaron, Billy, and Jay did was laugh and crack jokes about you two. You snatched your personal camera up and turned it on before saying,

“Well fuckers, I’m heading inside.”

You started to the door, which was on the opposite side of the large building. Zak followed you to make sure that you got in ok, as well as to be close by if you get in any danger. You stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. Zak placed his hand on your shoulder, leaned down and said,

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

You smiled and reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. You then opened the door of the building and entered.

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The energy in there was like a hurricane, you felt so off every time you took a step.

“Whoa guys, I feel really off. Like every step I take man. Shit’s weird as hell.” You say as you walk further.

“You’re doing good, Y/N, just keep it up.” Zak’s voice said through the walkie-talkie. You went and sat down on a chair. You pulled out a spirit box and flicked it on, letting the static fill the electrified air.

“Is there anyone with me right now?” You asked, looking around the almost pitch black room. You thought you could make out a tall black figure standing in the doorway of a room.

“Evil.” A woman’s voice came through, startling you.

“Zak, just as I said ‘is there anyone with me’ I saw a very tall black figure in the doorway of a room, then the voice came in and said ‘evil!’” You yelled, eyes looking at the X camera watching you.

“Holy shit! We thought it said ‘evil’ too!” Aaron came in.

Just then, a voice came in and said,

“Demon…LEAVE!…”

But before you could say anything, something grabbed your hair and lifted you up off the ground. You shrieked and kicked, but to no avail because your feet were no longer touching the ground.

“ZAK! ZAK! IT’S FUCKING HOLDING ME IN THE AIR! HELP! HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” You screaming, tears streaking down your face.

You felt like your limbs were getting pulled apart from all directions.

“FUCKING HURRY ZAK, PLEASE!” You shrieked, choking on the vomit that was bubbling up through your chest. The vomit spewed out of your mouth. Zak slammed through the door and sprinted towards you.

You crumpled to the floor in a crying heap. He didn’t care about the vomit on the floor, or the ugly crying that continued to come from you, he only cared about YOU. Zak’s hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him, his muscular arms clinging to you like a small child to its mother.

“I’m here, I’ve got you, I’m right here, shhhh…” Zak muttered into your ear softly, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to calm you down.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Billy yelled, sliding onto the floor and grabbing your shoulders from behind.

You shook from your sobs, and Billy did his best to calm you down. Zak was silent, his mind at work.

“Cmon Bill, let’s pick her up and carry her outside.” Zak suddenly said, wrapping an arm around the small of your back. Billy did the same, and they carried you outside. Aaron and Jay rushed over to you, giving you a warm embrace.

“Dude that was insane! The evidence we just captured was awesome!!!” Aaron exclaimed, withdrawing from the hug.

“Aaron, shut the hell up, it’s not about the evidence right now, it’s about Y/N.” Zak snapped, turning his head and glaring at him. Aaron sighed and nodded his head in agreement after a moment of thinking.

“Aaron, you and Billy go back in there and take some Full Spectrum Camera photos. Jay, you watch them in case something else happens, I’m going to help Y/N clean up.” Zak said, handing the Full Spectrum Camera to Billy. All three reluctantly trudged to their destinations, knowing that leaving you two alone could be very dangerous. Zak took you over to a couple steps and sat you down, holding you worriedly.

“Are you ok?” Zak asked, one of his hands traveling up to cup your face. The tears that rolled down your face slithered down his thumb, which was gently brushing over your cheekbone. You didn’t say anything, you just let the tears keep falling as he examined you further. Zak was muttering something, but you paid no attention to him, you were so mesmerized by him. As he was talking, you just couldn’t stop the urge to lean in and kiss him.

“Do you need anything? I can get you something if you want, we’ve got plenty of stuff and it’s no-“ Zak rambled, but was cut short by you leaning in and softly pressing your lips against his. Zak’s eyes widened and his other hand flew up to cup your other cheek. He leaned into the kiss, letting himself do all the work, he just couldn’t resist you. Your hand rested on his shoulder, and the other trailing down to the small of Zak’s back.

It was like the world stopped as you kissed him, everything freezing in place for a moment. Everything felt right, like this was the way it was supposed to be. You were the first to lean away, gasping for air as you rested your forehead against his. You heard the familiar click of a camera and snapped your head to Jay, who was grinning like an idiot.

“Just wait until the boys see this, this’ll be GOLD.” Jay exclaimed, scurrying away after Zak lunged at him, trying to snatch the photo.

“Oh. Shit.” Is all Zak said, but you only smiled at him, knowing that it’d be fine, just like your spirit guides told you.

#zak bagans x reader #zak bagans #ghost adventures x reader #ghost adventures #jay wasley #billy tolley #aaron goodwin

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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I loooooooove your writings sm! Here‘s a request: just imagine reader realizes during a case that she cares more about Hotch than she thought when he goes into a hostage situation without a bulletproof vest. - I mean we all want to see him in a vest though 🤤

A/N: You are sooo sweet <3 Yes, vest Hotch is just so. fine. 🤤🤤🤤🤤. This man kills me so much no matter what he wears nghhhhh.

Requests for blurbs are currently open here.

“He what?” The blood runs cold in your veins as shock prickles along your skin.

“He ran into the warehouse without a vest.” Spencer states again, and the walkie talkie you had been holding drops to the ground in a clatter and you break into a run, hand on the glock holstered to your waist.

You sprint past the agents and officers stationed outside the warehouse, but stagger to halt a few meters away from the door as gun shots ring out. You freeze, the breath of air you had taken in that moment caught in your throat.

He emerges in what seems like an eternity later, arms around the hostage as he helps her out. Paramedics and officers run forward to receive her and you let the breath you had been holding onto go, and find your legs moving towards him, hand falling off the hilt of your gun.

“What the fuck were you thinking Aaron.” Your voice carries across the grounds and causes the bystanders to look up curiously, wondering why you, a run of the mill agent, are shouting at your unit chief.

“(Y/N)…” He begins, only to be cut off as you continue.

“No, why the fuck weren’t you thinking Aaron. Running in without backup or a vest. You could have died.” You feel tears prickle at the back of your eyes, as your voice falters and it confuses you. Had you been that worried about Aaron? And if so, why? Would have been that worried if it had been Derek, Emily, JJ, Rossi or Spencer? “You are always trying to protect us but you don’t protect your-”

A tear that had gathered at the inner corner of your eye slips out, trickling down your face and before you can even comprehend why you are crying, you find strong arms pulling you forward by the shoulders, tugging you into his chest, wrapping around you. You fist his shirt, face buried in his chest, sobs wracking through your body.

He doesn’t say anything, but continues to hold you as he converses with Rossi briefly over your head, you feel the conversation from the rumble in his chest. Before you know it, he is pulling you away from the centre of attention, guiding you away from prying eyes, peeling you away from his chest and hoisting you up so that you are sitting sideways in the passenger seat of the suburban, your legs hanging out, facing him.

“(Y/N)..” He calls your name softly, trying to ease you out of your shock. You sniffle, pressing your palms together in your lap.

“I’m sorry Hotch, that was out of line.” You steady your breathing as reality slowly slips back into place, your face growing hot in the face of your earlier actions as your mind races at top speed, trying to figure out just what the hell was going on with you. Hotch was your boss for christ’s sake. Sure, you got along splendidly, spent an inordinate amount of time together after work - whether it was because the both of you were left as the last ones in the office and often grabbed dinner after together, because you both got your coffee from the same place, because you both ran a weekly 10 mile run together when you had the time on a weekend, or because you often found yourself hanging out with him and Jack on their family days, but you were only colleagues and just friends, weren’t you? “It won’t happen again.”

“I shouldn’t have run in without a vest, it was stupid.” His quiet admission surprises you, but you keep your head down, eyes still focused on your hands.

You find one of his hands coming to engulf yours, as his other hand slips under your chin, tilting your face gently upwards to face him. The action throws you off, taking you by surprise and your eyes find his.

“Hotch…?” You question.

“I like it better when you call me Aaron.” He says quietly as he drops a thumb to wipe away at the drying tear stains on your cheek. It causes your eyes to widen in shock.

He shifts his hand that is placed over your palms in your lap and entangles his fingers with yours. You hold his gaze, as he squeezes your fingers, and you squeeze back a warmth spreading in your chest as realisation crashes down on you like a wave.

#asks #send asks #requests are open #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner blurbs #blurb #what wouldn’t I give to call him Aaron kasdlasl;dasdlka

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pigeonwhumps · 2 years

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Find the Word tag game

Thanks for the tag @verkja! I was tagged to find Hollow, Smooth, Glass, and Push. I couldn't find hollow unfortunately but I found the rest (and they're long snippets lol). All from different series too!

Smooth

CWs: fingore, handcuffs

And Sam kicks out.

They swipe the legs out from under the officer and he falls backwards, already unbalanced from leaning in to hear them. Then they stand, letting the handcuffs fall away, and quick as a flash they drag the officer across the floor, securing his wrist to a table leg. He watches, eyes stunned and scared, as they crouch down in front of him.

"Now. Where the fuck is my friend?"

"I– I can't say."

Sam takes the officer's hand and holds up a finger. "Lucky this room's soundproofed then, isn't it?" And they bend it back until there's an audible snap.

The man's howls echo around the interrogation room. Sam rolls their eyes as they wait for them to die away. They don't have time for this.

"I'll ask you again. Where. Is. Lucan?" When the officer shakes his head, panting for breath, Sam holds up another finger. His eyes widen. "No, please. Please don't. I don't know, I swear."

"Then how do we find out?"

"I– I need to radio the- the front desk."

Sam reaches into the officer's pocket and pulls out a walkie-talkie. "Here. Do it. And if they suspect anything, you can choose which finger goes next."

The officer swallows and presses a button on the walkie-talkie, sending it crackling to life. "Officer Walker here. I need some information on the destination of the faerie we picked up a few hours ago."

"Why do you need to know that?"

Sam squeezes Walker's finger in warning and he gulps, pained tears streaming down his face. "Figured it might speed up Johnson's confession if he knew he wasn't seeing him again.

The voice chuckles. "Good plan. I'll get back to you once I've found it." The walkie-talkie crackles out.

"Smooth liar," says Sam approvingly. That'll make things so much easier.

Walker whimpers and Sam snorts derisively. "Oh come on. It's not like I've broken your kneecaps. Raped you. Maimed you. I'm not you, after all. Pull yourself together."

"I– I've never done any of those things," he whispers.

"You've arrested people and knowingly handed them to those who do, that's as close as makes no difference."

Glass

CWs: minor whumpee, mentioned beating, non-con alcohol consumption

When Mrs Leach had returned the next morning she'd found them unconscious in a pile of uncleared rubbish, mess everywhere, a cut on their cheek from broken glass, and beaten them to a pulp for it.

Well. They don't remember being found. But they can still feel the clammy hand over their face, pinching their nose so he could pour the beer in, then clamping their mouth shut and not allowing them to breathe until they'd swallowed. They can still feel the burn of alcohol down their throat. The horrible queasiness and lack of control over themself and the pounding headache. The humiliation. They didn't think they'd ever be grateful for Mrs Leach.

They clutch their dad close, trying to dispel the memories still clinging to them. And their dad holds them just as tightly, running a hand through their hair.

"Iť's alright, Rowan, you're safe. Easy, kid, you're alright now. You're safe, I promise." He keeps up the litany of reassurances until Rowan can pull away, leaning against him instead, breathing in the crisp wintery air.

"Thanks."

"Not a problem. You want to go inside or stay out here for a bit?"

"I'm- I'm okay. We can go back."

Their dad nods, getting to his feet and pulling Rowan up with them, keeping an arm around their shoulders that they're incredibly grateful for.

Everyone looks around as they re-enter the living room, and Rowan shrinks a little against their dad.

Push

CWs: mentioned beating, possessions destruction, plushie abuse

Aaron's fuming as he makes his way up to Phoenix's team's quarters.

They jumped them. They fucking jumped them. Phoenix hasn't said as much, but between the jumpiness and not wanting to be left alone and the goddamn bootprint-shaped bruise on the small of their back it's obvious.

All those bruises, all over Phoenix's body. Aaron doesn't understand why they'd do it, not the night before Phoenix is due to leave. One last piece of fun?

Shaking their head, they push open the door to Phoenix's room. It's a mess. And not a Phoenix-mess, he'd recognise that anywhere after the amount they've made at his place, this is someone else's. They pick their way carefully through the scattered belongings, some of them dirty and torn, until they reach the wardrobe and pulls out a black camping rucksack. At least that's not damaged. They pull all the clothes remaining in the wardrobe and stuff them into the bag, then turn to survey the rest of the room.

There's no point trying to save the fairy lights, which have been ripped down and stamped on. He picks up the books he thinks he can save, most of which have missing pages or covers, but some are torn completely. There's no saving them.

Then they change their mind and pack those in anyway. Maybe Phoenix can fix them. Or they might want them anyway, even if they can't.

He strips the bed and covers, piling the colourful bedspread that was a gift from Kai into the bag as well as the massive fluffy blanket. The polaroids of the three of them they slip into a secure pocket.

Then they turn to the last remaining item, arm and foot torn off, stuffing pooling onto the mattress underneath. Mr Frosty. The only thing Phoenix has from when they were little, already repaired several times in his long life.

It's Aaron's turn to repair him this time.

He picks up the large plushy snowman and packs him away carefully, then gathers as much stuffing and loose plushy fabric as he can find, tucking it into another pocket.

That's everything then. There's a few pieces of clothing that would be impossible to repair, and the fairy lights of course, but other than that... Phoenix's life, packed into one not-quite-full rucksack. He shoulders it and turns to leave.

Abbie's standing in the doorway, arms folded, a smirk on her face.

I'm tagging @hold-him-down @whumpsday @quietly-by-myself @whither-wander-whump and anyone else who wants to take part! Your words are Box, Food, Hill, and Shine.

#tag game #snippets #sam makes an amazing caretaker turned whumper #its not for that long but honestly #whumpee and caretaker #caretaker and whumper #caretaker turned whumper

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rmaliki632 · 2 years

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Attacked

Summary: You get attacked during lockdown.

Something felt of about this investigation. Everyone we interviewed during the day told us to be really careful and that they will pray for our soul. I guess we should have listened to them.

We were getting ready for lockdown and I still had to set up the cameras in the basement.

Y/N: Hey Aaron I’m going to set up the cameras in the basement.

Aaron: yeah sure are you ok?

Y/N: yeah I’ve just have a weird feeling about this place. But pleas don’t tell Zak cause he’ll exclude me from the investigation.

Aaron: I won’t tell just be careful down there

Normally im not scared of the dark, I don’t like it but im not scared of it. But this time was different. From the moment I opened the door did the whole vibe change.I tried to turn on the light that was working a day ago and that broke obviously when I had to go down. I went down hesitantly and set up the cameras. As I was installing everything did I hear footsteps. I turned around and ofcourse I saw nothing. I was done setting up and the next thing I heard was the door falling shut. I got the camera of the stand and ran up the stairs. The freaking door was closed how was that possible. There was a voice down the stairs. I went down and started asking questions.

Y/N: Who is there? What do you want?

I heard another growl. I ran back up the stairs. Halfway I slipped and it got quit until I got dragged down the stairs by my ankle. I screamed and ran back up I took my phone out only to find that it was dead then my walkie talkie that was also malfunctioning.

Back at nerve center:

Zak: has anyone seen Y/N?

Aaron: she was going to set up the cameras in the basement I haven’t heard from her since then I thought she would be back already.

Billy: Guys do you hear its the walkie.

Y/N through the walkie talkie: st..u….ck ba…ss…ment be….. att…cked

Jay: I don’t understand anything of that

After a minute they figured it out

Aaron: Y/N is stuck in the basement and being attacked

From the moment that Zak heard the word attacked did he start sprinting inside the house trying to find the basement with the others behind him.

I was banging on the door trying to get the guys to hear me until I heard Zak’s voice.

Zak: Y/N are you alright can you get the door open.

Y/N: Guys please get me out of here fast

I heard the guys talking well more yelling to get the door open. It went quit. I turned around and heard footsteps coming towards me they started to go faster and faster until they stopped what I felt like right in front of me.

Zak: Y/N are you still there? Do you hear me?

As I was trying to get a respond from her did I hear the most terrified scream from her ever.

Jay: the door is open.

Zak rushed in only to find Y/N laying at the bottom of the stairs unconscious. She started to wake up.

Aaron: what the hell happened here.

Y/N: the camera… it’s all on the camera I filmed it all.

As Y/N was trying to get up did we notice something on her back.

Billy: Y/N your back it’s bleeding.

It had three giant claw marks on it. Also around your wrist. I tried getting up but I was too weak. Zak saw that and picked you up bridal style. Once we were back at nerve center did I go sit on the bench away from the house.

Aaron: Zak go talk to her.

Zak: why me I don’t think she wants to talk to me.

Billy: dude you don’t see anything do you. She likes you. Every time we are investigating the person she first looks for when something happens is you even though we are right beside her.

Zak doubted that you liked him but he went to you either way.

Y/N: if your going to say “Y/N this was too far it’s too dangerous you got seriously attacked and I don’t want that to happen anymore” then don’t.

Zak: I was going to say this

And before you knew it his soft lips were on yours.

Zak: Im going to keep an eye on you from now on during the investigations you know.

We were driving back to the hotel after the investigation and I still had a kind of weird feeling.

Back at the hotel did Zak drop me off at my room not leaving me without a kiss tho.

As I was sleeping did I wake up from a nightmare about what happened earlier. The guys were walking back to their room from going to the bar. As I woke up did I not feel alone I turned me head and saw a dark shadow in the corner of my room it didn’t move it was just staring at me. The guys were just at their rooms until they heard the same scream as the one from in the basement earlier. Zak ran in the room and saw you in the corner shaking and crying.

Zak: Y/N what happened here?

Y/N: it followed me here. It was in the corner looking at me.

Billy: dude this has never happened he is really attached to her it didn’t leave. If we don’t do something fast this could go out of hand and she could got possessed.

Zak: ok a friend of mine is a exorcist and he isn’t far away we’re going right now.

We arrived at the priests house and Zak told the whole thing.

Priest: ok I’m going to try and provoke it.

After 5 minutes of trying to provoke it did you get a weird feeling.

Y/N: there behind Aaron.

Jay: y/n there is nothing there

Priest: y/n are there times where you also see ghost or spirits that the others can’t see.

Y/N: yeah but they see them on camera.

Priest: y/n you have second sight.

Y/N: that can be possible that is crazy.

Priest: can you sense when you go on an investigation that something is going to be more or less worse or haunted if I can put is that way.

Y/N: yeahhh. Oh god.

Priest: here this is the number of a friend of mine she is in the same kind of situation only more expierenced

Zak: who is she

Priest: Lorraine Warren

Aaron: no way from the warrens? Ed and Lorraine Warren?

Priest: yeah she will be able to explain everything to you and teach you some stuff.

#ghost adventures #zak bagans #aaron goodwin

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theguardianofinsanity · 2 years

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Derailed

Spencer Reid x gn reader

Quiet literally just Season 1 episode 9: Derailed

You pull up to the railroad and park very harshly. climbing out and slamming it shut. You had heard from your boyfriend, the very intelligent Dr. Spencer Reid, that one of his colleagues and one of your best friends, Elle, was being held hostage along with other civilians on a train in Texas. You look around for your beanpole in a sweater vest and yet...

you can't find him

The next best person to find, you see Derek Morgan looking anxious underneath a tent to protect him from the Texas heat. You run over to him, grabbing him roughly by the shirt. "Where's Spencer?!" You frantically ask. He doesn't answer, instead looking from you back to the train. You follow his gaze to the stopped train and start to tear up, now knowing the gravity of the situation. You let go of Derek's shirt and back up, covering your mouth to stop the whimpers from escaping.

He'll be fine, he'll be fine...right? You know Spencer is a smart man, he can handle himself. But that doesn't mean it won't terrify you when he gets himself into situations like this. Through tearful eyes you notice Aaron Hotch and Jason Gideon in an FBI van watching screens. You wipe your eyes and rush over to the van, when reaching the vehicle you grip on to the doorway to catch your breath and catching Hotch's attention. "Y/N, you shouldn't be here" Hotch says in a strict monotone voice. Though you notice an undertone of nervousness.

"Aaron, you damn well I don't give a shit. Now why the HELL is my future baby daddy in that murder train?" Nearly yelling pointing at screens showing the inside of the train.

"Listen, there's not much we can do right now. We have armed men with a clear shot on the guy, it would be best if you would try to stay as calm as possible" he tries to reassure you.

"I want to know what's going on Hotch" you demand with a stern voice, looking back and forth between Hotch and screens. You move closer and begin to watch intently while he explains what has happened.

"The man inside is Dr. Bryar, he was institutionalized for 9 years until his psychiatrist decided to take him on a outing. He believes that an "higher authority" has a microchip put in him" he starts, that guy is absolutely nutzo. "He also believes that everyone on the train is a secret agent and is out to get him. Dr. Bryar demanded that a technician go on the train and remove the chip from him and tha-"

"That's where Reid came in" Gideon cuts him off. You see Spencer on the screen leaning over the madman's arm.

"What I'm getting is that Spencer put himself in there to remove a fake microchip from a crazy guy with a gun?" You ask both angry and scared.

"Well the chip is real, it was just from a walkie-talkie" Gideon answers getting a glare from you. You hear Hotch leave but you don't pay it any mind because Dr. Bryar is getting fairly agressive with Spencer everytime he tries to stand up and leave. You ball up your fist at the scene before you, Spencer? With no bulletproof vest? Sitting less than a foot away from a psychotic man with a gun? None of this was sitting right.

"Just get out there Reid" Gideon softly request. Dr. Bryar is gripping his head yelling about something while Spencer stands up, seemingly talking him down. "Don't push him" Gideon says from behind you. You watch Spencer go on for another 30 seconds before Gideon moves away from you, "It's been too long I'm going in"

You blink in surprise, "E-fucking-xcuse me? You are not going in there. I am" you push pass Gideon, almost getting grabbed by Morgan.

"Y/N, you of all people know that isn't a good idea" Morgan reaches for you again.

"Well I don't hear any other ideas. In there is my boyfriend and best friend!" You yell at them, "And I will get them out!"

Bang

The sound stops you for a second before you break out into a full run towards the train doors.

You rush in to see Spencer lean over one of the seats with the armed man's wrist in his hand. You don't see a bullet wound or any blood on him, after he puts the man's arm down and you hug him from behind, "Spencer you're okay!" He turns around in your arms.

"Y/N! W-what are you doing here?"

"Well Reid, you have one hell of a person looking after you, why are you surprised?" Gideon says while looking over the others on the train. Spencer looks to see that you had left to go help Elle out the handcuffs.

"My god Elle, are you gonna be okay?" You push her hair out of her face to get a better look at the cut on her face.

"Yeah, I've been through worse" she gives you a small smirk. "The handcuffs don't feel great though"

"I'm on it" you replied messing with the cuffs until they popped off. "There we go, now we should go get that looked at" you say helping her up.

"I'll be fine Y/N, I'll go grab the paramedics. There is another wounded woman here" she moves away and leaves the train car. You feel someone grab your hand.

"Come on, we need get out of the way of the paramedics" Spencer starts to drag you to door of the train car.

"Also so we can have a talk Dr. Spencer Reid" you say in a stern tone. You hear a voice pipe up.

"Ooh shit, you hear that princess?" Morgan looks at the two of you with a smirk on his face while on the phone with most likely Garcia.

You both get into your car, Reid looks like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Y/N I am so sor-" you cut him off with a kiss, quickly pulling away.

"Listen, I'm not mad that you saved people, you did what you had to" you cup his face. "I'm mad that you almost got killed, who wouldn't be?" You give a him quick peck on the cheek. "The hell was wrong with that guy anyway?" You ask.

"He was a delusional psychotic, I was just playing into his fantasy" he gives his signature smile. You hum in response staring into his eyes.

"You're lucky you're pretty and smart" you turn in your seat, facing the wheel. Spencer slumps down.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You can hear his pout.

"Later hun, I'm hungry. Did you see anything while driving down here to save Elle?" You ask turning on the car in the process.

"Well I wasn't really focusing on food options"

"Fair point, we'll find one" you both drive off with the AC blasting. "Hey did you ever think about my suggestion for a new hairstyle?"

Me ranting in a chat on discord (I am correct on every accord):

#fanfic #reader insert #spencer reid #criminal minds #bau #derek morgan #jason gideon #aaron hotch #penelope garcia #im so tired #i was gonna spend this time play kingdom hearts 2 #shit #fuck #i love spencer too much #:) <3 #matthew gray gubler

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 years

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Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, descriptions of blood

Chapter 11-

Maggie somehow managed to get Gregory to agree to the deal, accept there was a catch. He would only give you half of your deal and the other half you would get once the Saviours were dead, but it was better than nothing.

Jesus and the man with the broken arm decided to come with you back to Alexandria. Jesus because he wanted to help and the man with the broken arm, you needed him. He knew the details and location of Negan's compound and you needed that information.

When you got back to Alexandria, Rick held a meeting in the church with the whole group to explain the situation.

"Now, sooner or later, they would've found us, just like those Wolves did, just like Jesus did. They woulda killed someone or some of us and then they would try to own us and we would try to stop them. But by then, in that kind of fight, low on food, we could lose. This is the only way to be sure, as sure as we can get that we win, and we have to win." Rick explained, his eyes scanning the room as he spoke.

You smiled softly, proud of how much of a leader he had become since those days back in King County were he still a rookie fresh from the police academy and trying to help you and your brothers fight a nest a vampires.

"We do this for the Hilltop, it's how we keep this place. It's how we feed this place. This needs to be a group decision. If anybody objects, here's your chance to say your piece." Rick added, glancing down at you and Daryl from where you were sitting in the front row of the church.

You glanced around the room, just waiting for someone to try and say that it was a bad idea because. It was dirty, killing these people in their sleep and it didn't sit well with you. But, they are controlling Hilltop, they killed a kid from Hilltop just to make a point and hell, Daryl, Sasha and Abraham had apparently ran into some of them on the road and nearly died. It was only a matter of time before these people found Alexandria, you had to strike first.

"You're sure we can do it? We can beat them?" Morgan asked and you glanced over your shoulder towards the man who was sitting at the back of the room and you could tell by the look on his face that he did not like this plan.

"What this group has done, what we've learned, what we've become, all of us, yes, I'm sure." Rick reassured.

"Then all we have to do is just tell them that." Morgan suggested, but Rick shook his head.

"Well, they don't compromise."

"This isn't a compromise. It's a choice you give them. It's a way out, for them and for us." Morgan tried to argue.

"If we try and talk to the Saviours, we give up our advantage and our safety. We have to come for them before they come for us." Rick explained and you nodded turning your seat slightly to stare at Morgan.

"We can't leave them alive." You said, speaking up for the first time during the whole conversation.

"Y/N, is right, but Morgan want's to talk to them first. I think that would be a mistake, but it's not up to me. I'll talk to the people still at home and on guard now, but who else wants to approach the Saviours, talk to them first?" Rick asked, looking around the room, but nobody said anything.

"Looks like it's settled. We know exactly what this is. We don't shy from it, we live. We kill them all. We don't all have to kill, but if people are gonna stay here they do have to accept it." Rick stated, his eyes focusing on Morgan as he spoke before everyone nodded in agreement.

Well, at least most of the people of Alexandria knew that this was the only way, it was the only way to ensure the communities safety.

Jesus and the guy with the broken arm helped you guys construct a plan of attack and drew out maps of the Saviours compound, telling you everything they knew about the place.

The only problem was that there was only one way into the compound and it was heavily guarded. There was no way you'd be able to bust through the door without waking up the rest of them, but Rick had a solution.

The Saviours wanted Gregory's head, so you were going to give it to him, but first you had to find a walker that looked like him which was apparently old and with a grey a beard, so surely it couldn't be that hard.

The group of you took the RV and two other vehicles, stopping halfway to the compound and splitting off into groups as you trekked through the woods in search of a walkers head that fit the description. It took nearly an hour, but someone eventually found a couple that could work and Rick ended up picking one that he thought was best.

You ended up staying where the vehicles were parked and planned to hit the Saviours compound a few hours before dawn so the people on guard duty would be tired while the rest of the Saviours would be asleep.

The plan worked for the first part. Daryl snuck up on the guard out the front while he was taking 'Gregory's head' from the guy with the broken arm and slit the mans throat before the group of you infiltrated the compound.

Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Rosita, Abraham, Sasha, Heath, Michonne, Aaron and you, all went inside first. While Tara, Gabriel and Jesus stayed in one of the cars for backup, not wanting Jesus to get exposed if he didn't need to be. Along with Maggie and Carol who were out in the woods keeping watch, Glenn refusing to let Maggie do what you guys were doing and Carol didn't want her to be alone.

Rick, you and Daryl took off down one hallway, Rick kept guard with a rifle in his hands while you and Daryl silently walked into the rooms with your knives. You didn't want to kill people, nobody did, but you had to do it. You and your brothers had spent most your life trying to save people, it felt wrong having to kill all these people, but you knew it had to be done.

You stabbed two of the Saviours while they were asleep with your angel blade while Daryl did the same on the other side of the room. Rick kept watch from the door, but as you stabbed the last man in the room you were taken away by how young he was. He looked the same age as Jack, well he not Jack's actual age, but what Jack looked like at least, but you quickly shook your head.

You took a deep breath and plunged your blade through his skull trying to think of anything else other than what you were doing. For a moment you thought you were going to be sick at the crunching sound your angel blade made as it pierced the mans skull, but Daryl must have sensed it as you pulled your blade out one of the guys head and Daryl grabbed your shoulder gently.

"I'm good. I'm good." You repeated softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Daryl didn't believe you in the slightest, but he nodded anyway before you walked back out into the hallway where Rick was just as alarm siren began to go off.

"Shit, let's go." Rick shouted.

You all rushed down the hallway, tucking your angel blade away as you grabbed the assault rifle slung over your shoulder, no point needing to be silent anymore.

Rick began to shoot at a group running down the stairs at the end of the hallway and you and Daryl quickly helped, drawing your own guns. Within seconds the Saviours trying to come down the stairs were dead before the three of you took off running further down the hallway.

"Get down." Daryl suddenly yelled as a group of Saviours appeared around the corner and began to fire their guns in your direction.

The three of you quickly ducked for cover. Daryl and Rick took cover in a doorway to your left while you ducked in a door way to the right.

You took turns firing off rounds in the Saviours direction whenever they had to stop to reload and eventually you took them all out before you continued running through the compound.

It took a few minutes, but eventually you swept the entire area, catching up with the others realising that Glenn and Heath had found the armoury before the group of you made your way out the back door to check around the back of the compound.

To your shock when Rick opened the large shutter doors bright sunlight blinded you for a second, shocking you that it was already morning. How long did the gun fight take?

The group of you slowly walked around outside before declaring it clear and said goodbye to Heath and Tara who were going to leave for their two-week supply run.

But, just as Heath and Tara drove off in one of the Saviours RV's the sound of a motorcycle filled the air, snapping everyone's attention away from your friends who had disappeared in the distance as you spun around with you gun raised just as a motorcycle came racing out from the compound.

"Son of a bitch!" Daryl yelled as you aimed at the man on the bike and pulled the trigger, hitting the man in the shoulder causing him to fall of the bike that you had a sneaking suspicion that was Daryl's Frankenstein bike he had told you about.

The man quickly got up, but Daryl tackled him back down a second later and punched him a couple of times in the face as you, Rick and the others all ran over to them.

"Where'd you get the bike?" Daryl shouted, pinning the man to the ground.

His grip tightened around the collar of the mans shirt as you reached his side and aimed your rifle at the Saviours head, but before the man could even answer Daryl's question a voice spoke through the Saviours walkie talkie that was on the ground beside him.

"Lower your guns, pricks. You, with the Colt Python. Chick, with AK-47. All of you, lower your weapons right now." The female voice instructed sternly causing you to freeze as you stared at the small handheld walkie talkie on the ground before you glanced over at Rick as he picked it up.

"Come on out. Let's talk." Rick said into the walkie talkie.

You scanned your surroundings trying to workout where this person was. She could clearly see you and was close enough to see what type of gun you and Rick were holding. She had to be close.

"We're not coming out, but we will talk. We've got a Carol and a Maggie. I'm thinking that's something you want to chat about." The voice responded and you silently cursed under your breath as you looked towards the woods figuring that was probably where they were hiding, that's where Carol and Maggie were earlier. "Now, we're gonna work this out right now, and it's going to go our way." The woman continued.

Without hesitation, you threw your assault rifle over your shoulder as you leant down and grabbed the Saviour by the collar of his shirt and ripped him up to his feet. Daryl quickly clicked with what you were doing as he helped you get the man on his feet before you pulled your handgun out and held it against the Saviours head and Rick nodded, liking your thinking.

"You can see we have one of yours. We'll trade." Rick said into the walkie.

After a couple of minutes it was clear that these people weren't too keen on coming out to trade. The woman declared that she would think about the offer, but you were almost certain that she wasn't going to think about it.

You continued to scan the woods surrounding the compound. They had to be out there somewhere. So, you kept looking and that's when you spotted them in the distance.

"They're in the woods, 11 o'clock." You whispered, glancing over at Daryl before looking at Rick waiting for his call.

"We can't just shoot them, they probably have guns to the girls heads." Rick responded, looking in the direction you had said, but the woods were over 200 metres away, they couldn't see anything. But, you could.

"I can kill them. It won't take much to teleport over there-" You began to say before Daryl cut you off.

"Your powers ain't workin' properly, ya can't."

"Am I the only one who's fucking confused right now? Are you talking about teleporting?" Rosita questioned in pure confusion.

Daryl quickly looked back towards you in slight panic, completely forgetting that the others don't know.

"Yes. I will explain later. Daryl, I can do it." You stated sternly as Daryl stared at you in worry and you knew he didn't like the idea. "We don't have any other ideas. Rick, you're the boss. It's your call." You added, looking over at the former Deputy as he rubbed his face with his hands and nodded.

You didn't wait for them to say anything else as you looked over to where Maggie and Carol were being held hostage before you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before you teleported into the woods.

A second later you were standing between the three Saviours and your two friends.

Sharp pain suddenly pierced through your head, black dots clouding your vision, but you forced yourself to stay conscious. Now was not the time to pass out.

You looked over at Carol and Maggie who were staring at you with wide eyes before you turned your attention towards the Saviours who had frozen where they were in complete shock.

It took the Saviours a moment to snap out of their shock as the woman with bright red hair reached for her handgun, the other two following her lead, but you quickly raised your hand, telekinetic waves blasting from your palm, sending the Saviours into the air.

You could hear Maggie and Carol gasp from behind you, but you didn't bother looking at them as you pushed your hand forward sending the Saviours flying backwards slamming their heads into the tree trunks, killing them instantly. You lowered your hand and stumbled backwards.

The pain in your head was skyrocketing and you could feel your nose starting to bleed, but that was the furthest thing from your mind as you stumbled back a few more steps, grabbing your head until a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, stabilising you.

You looked up to find Maggie holding your shoulders as she stared at you in pure shock. Her lips were moving and you knew she was talking to you, but you couldn't hear anything above the painful ringing in your ears and for a moment you thought you were going to pass out again as you closed your eyes.

"I'm good." You whispered a few seconds later, taking a deep breath.

You forced your eyes open once the pain lessoned into something manageable, but you knew you'd have a killer headache for the next 24 hours.

"How'd you do that? What are you?" Carol questioned and you looked up to find her standing a few metres away, clearly unsure about you, but Maggie didn't seem to care, her hands still on your shoulders in case you lost your footing again.

"I have a feeling the others want to know the answer to that too. Let's go." You answered, wiping the blood from your nose with the back of your hand.

You began to lead Carol and Maggie back towards the outpost, Maggie's arm wrapped around your shoulders, helping you walk.

As soon as the others saw you guys heading in their direction, they all started running towards you.

Daryl instantly rushing to your side, taking you from Maggie as the woman hugged Glenn and you smiled softly at the two of them trying to ignore the pain in your head.

"Ya okay?: Daryl questioned, although he already knew the answer to that.

He wrapped your arm over his shoulder, helping you walk as you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting nothing more than to just pass out so you couldn't feel the pain.

"Don't- don't let me do that again." You winced, opening your eyes to find Rick now standing in front of you with a worried expression before you glanced over at the others who were all staring at you cautiously.

"Hang on. Am I... am I the only one who just saw what happened?" Michonne suddenly questioned, seeming to be the only one able to kind of process it enough to speak up.

"I saw it too. I think." Glenn said, confusion evident in his tone.

You glanced over at him to find him still hugging Maggie, but staring at you. How the hell were you meant to explain it to them?

You looked between Rick and Daryl, unsure of what to do and Rick sighed.

"She's not like us." Rick started to say before he stopped, clearly unsure how to explain it as well.

"My mother had wings. My father was just like you guys and I have a human soul mixed with angelic grace." You simply explained, looking around at the group who's mouths all hung open just staring at you.

"What the hell does that mean?" Abraham questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm a human-angel hybrid, or Nephilim for short." You answered as you flashed your eyes, making them shine bright purple which caused them all to gasp. "It's a long story which I will happily explain while lying down in the RV on the way back to Hilltop." You added, glancing over at Daryl.

"Let's go. Ya need to sit down before ya fall down." He muttered and with that the group of you made your way back to the vehicles.

You could tell they all had a thousand questions, but to your shock, they all kept quiet as you walked to the cars.

Half of you went back to Alexandria, but the other half took the RV to go back to Hilltop to retrieve the supplies that Gregory promised.

On the drive back to Hilltop you basically explained your entire life story to them. You told them about the Supernatural. You told them about your brothers and your father. You told them about Cas and Jack and all the others. You told them how the world ended and how God was real, but you had killed him and explained how it screwed with your powers.

You told them all everything... well not everything, you left out a lot of stuff. But, you told them what they needed to know and let's just say they had a lot of questions.

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#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #The Walking Dead #twd #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #supernatural #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #castiel #Destiel #spn

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ghostadventuresstuff · 3 years

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Jay Wasley x Reader

JAY

How the hell had this happened? I wasn't supposed to go inside and neither was y/n. I was meant to monitor the cameras and equipment while y/n helped me since the show kept getting more popular. Yet when we'd been watching Zak, Aaron and Billy split up to explore different areas it was clear to both of us that the mood and atmosphere inside the building were changing and not for the better. So when Zak started to get angry, while Aaron got upset and Billy paranoid I volunteered to go inside alone but y/n insisted on coming with me for backup.

Now the two of us walked side by side through the darkness holding cameras hoping the guys hadn't left their areas because it would make this potentially more dangerous as neither of us knew what we were stepping into.

'I hope you're the last one to discover your breaking point Jay because it's the only way we are getting out of here,' y/n whispers, keeping close to me.

'Unlike the others, we wear protection y/n so it will take a lot to break us,' I reply, and in my camera monitor, I see y/n smile and fiddle with the charm around their neck.

We get to the top floor where Zak was and y/n walks off ahead of me leaving me to bring up the rear, I didn't want to let them out of my sight, 'please stay close y/n.'

'ZAK!' y/n calls out into the darkness, 'IT'S Y/N AND JAY.'

We walk past a couple of empty rooms and with nothing happening the dread started to grow, a real-life horror film moment when anything could jump out and get us. Just as I reach down to grab my walkie talkie to try and reattempt to contact Aaron and Billy in front of me y/n screams.

'Y/N!' I yell, panic in my voice, having only looked away for a second.

I raise my camera and y/n is nowhere in sight. I run forwards frantically checking out each room but don't find any trace of y/n until I come up to the last room and hear what sounded like shuffling and something being muffled.

'Y/N?' I call out before I step foot in the room and freeze, 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ZAK? LET GO OF Y/N!'

Zak had y/n pinned against the wall, his hand over their mouth and was muttering something incoherent under his breath. y/n stares at me with wide eyes and I put my camera down and run to their aid, however, when I pull on Zak he is a lot stronger and doesn't budge.

'ZAK THIS ISN'T YOU, DON'T LET IT CONTROL YOU! DON'T LET IT HURT YOUR FRIEND! PLEASE LET Y/N GO!' I shout, shaking Zak.

Zak's head snaps in my direction and I don't recognise him which chilled me to the core, however it gives y/n enough wiggle room to break free and grab my arm, 'Jay let's get out of here,' they beg, shaken up.

Zak blinks a few times and I feel the tension leave his body and slowly he comes back to us, 'Zak, it's Jay can you hear me?' I say calmly.

Tears stream down Zak's cheeks as he begins to shake uncontrollably and drops to his knees in front of y/n, 'y/n I'm so sorry, forgive me.'

y/n crouches down and hugs the weeping male, 'I understand Zak, it wasn't you, you scared me by dragging me in here, now how about the three of us get out of here.'

I help y/n get Zak to his feet and grab our cameras before we leave the horrible room. This wasn't the first time y/n had been attacked, Aaron and Billy had been possessed and came close to hurting y/n in the past, but it was never easy to watch which was why I insisted they stay in base with me, and I'd continue to stand by my words.

Once we get outside Aaron and Billy run up to us looking concerned and take Zak off of us. I manage to sit y/n down on a wall and they hug me tightly.

'The charm helped Jay, Zak went for my throat but something repelled him,' y/n mumbles.

I gulp nervously and hug them back, 'then I will get you a hundred charms y/n. I will continue to protect you.'

y/n chuckles into my chest, 'thank you, Jay. Next time you volunteer to go in alone I'll let you.'

I shake my head and continue to hug them, knowing Zak would feel even guiltier in the morning and didn't need me shouting at him right now.

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moeyy-writes · 4 years

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Solo

Zak Bagans x Reader

Warnings: canon/show-typical violence and spookiness (mention of murder), little hints of fluff.

Word Count: 1,557

My Master List

You smiled as you watched Zak give his intro to Jay’s camera with his usual enthusiasm. He gestured to the large, decrepit building around you as he led the intro to your lockdown.

“I can speak for all of us when I say this is the investigation of a lifetime. We’ve been waiting for years to investigate this place.” He grinned at the camera. “That being said, we aren’t going to handle this lockdown like we usually do. We have a bit of a surprise for you all, a surprise for one of our newest and most loved member of the Ghost Adventures crew.” He glanced over to you and winked. Oh no, what the hell did he have up his sleeve?

“Most of you know Y/N, my beautiful girlfriend and partner in crime. She’s been behind the scenes, analyzing our findings from our investigations for just about a year now. She helps with set up during investigations and has joined all of us on several lockdowns this season.” He winked your way, forcing your eyes to roll. “Well, tonight, she’s going to be officially initiated into the Ghost Adventures lockdown team, GAC style. We’re going to be putting her into the most haunted room at this location by herself for a solo investigation.”

Your eyes widened like saucers. What the fuck did he just say? You? Most haunted room? By yourself? That was a first that you weren’t exactly thrilled about.

You were going to murder him when you got home.

“Alright. Let’s get this investigation started. We’re going to start with Aaron and myself going to the third floor, where the shadow figure has been seen by multiple eye witnesses. Billy and Jay are going to the basement, where it is rumored that a former home owner murdered and buried their husband in cold blood. They’ll be doing some EVP burst sessions, and will bring the Ovilus to see what they can pick up. Y/N will be stationed on the first floor at nerve center, for now.” He grinned and glanced over to you again. Then, Jay cut the camera and the five of you made your way to your locations.

The first set of investigations were reasonably successful. Zak and Aaron had caught a few words from the same voice on the spirit box, while Jay and Billy had a few intelligent responses on the Ovilus. Spirits were high, no pun intended, but so was your anxiety.

“Alright, I think it’s about time Y/N started her investigation,” Zak narrated to the camera. “I will be walking her to the room, then she will be on her own. Of course, we will all be watching her from nerve center. But, I want to see what she can pick up.”

Zak made his way over to you, reaching for your hand. You took it and instantly squeezed, your nerves surfacing full force. He squeezed you back, obviously trying to calm your nerves. But, it wasn’t helping. You always thought you wouldn’t be afraid of something like this. But honestly, you thought you would never be in this predicament. Now that it was happening, you were pretty flipping nervous.

It didn’t help that the room you were going to be alone in was up on the second floor, the very room where the former home owner slept. She was the same one who reportedly murdered and buried her husband in the basement. Zak thought she would respond to a woman’s presence, and since you were the only woman on the team, that was your cue.

Zak and you entered the room, then he sat you in a chair against the far wall. Once you had your handheld camera turned on, he handed you the spirit box.

He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He was rarely affectionate on camera, but sometimes he let his rules slide. And judging by the way you were shaking, he must have thought this was definitely one of those special circumstances.

“We’re all downstairs. We have our eyes and ears on you. If you get anxious or feel uncomfortable, let us know and I’ll come running. Okay?” He smiled in the darkness. “I love you. You’re gonna be fine.” You nodded, then let out a deep sigh as you watched him exit.

A few minutes after he left, you switched on the spirit box. You peered around the dated room through your camera’s tiny viewfinder. It was so dark, and the only sound around you was the static of the spirit box.

“I-Is anyone here? Do you want to talk to me?” Silence. Nothing came through. So, you kept on, your hand visibly trembling under the speaker. “Did you live here?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as voice came through on your walkie talkie. “You’re doing great, Y/N,” Zak praised.

“You scared the bajesus out of me, Bagans,” you muttered, knowing he could hear you through the static night vision camera on the other side of the room.

“Sorry,” he came through one more time with a chuckle. You smiled and rolled your eyes. Sure, you were still trying to steady your breath from the scare, but there was something about hearing Zak’s voice that soothed you. He was in the building and could be there in less than thirty seconds if you needed him.

You sighed, then continued your questions. “Are you the woman who murdered her husband?” Not even a second later, a rushed voice came through. To you, it sounded like ‘killed him dead’, which instantly gave you the chills.

“Why did you kill him? Did he hurt you somehow? Did he make you mad?” You listen closely as another voice came through, but it was too quick to hear any coherent words. You could feel yourself starting to get anxious, but you slowed your breathing in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“Is there anyone else here with me—” A loud growl came from the box, forcing you from your seat. You yelped as you spun around, staring at the chair from the center of the room.

“Y/N, you okay?” you listened to Zak’s voice on the walkie.

“Yeah,” you huffed to the room. “I’m good. Did you guys hear that?”

“It sounded like some sort of growl,” you heard Jay’s voice answer you. You nodded, then stared back at the box.

“Who just growled at me? Are you mad that I’m asking questions?” Your heart was racing, nearly beating out of your chest.

In that second, the entire vibe of the room changed. The dense air around you was like a cloud of thick, invisible smoke. Your chest started to feel heavy.

And that’s when another growl rumbled behind you. It was clear and hadn’t come from the spirit box. You jumped as you spun around to see if something was there.

“Did you just fucking hear that? Something growled behind me—"

“Ahhhh!” A voice shrilled from the speaker. Your eyes widened with fear.

“Zak!” You screamed as you began to panic. “I’m done. Get me out of here!” Within seconds, the pounding of footsteps on the stairs filled your ears, instantly easing your overwhelming terror.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Aaron huffed from behind Zak. Zak’s arms were around you in seconds, slipping the spirit box from your grasp to his.

“Yeah, I’m just done with whatever negative energy is up here,” you sighed as you turned towards the door. “That growling can’t be from something human. It sounded like a freaking rabid dog.” Zak’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you against his side.

“You’re safe. You did fantastic, Y/N.” He turned to Aaron. “I think it’s Aaron’s turn to go solo.” He smirked in the darkness at his friend, who frowned.

“No, dude. Not after that growl, man.” Aaron started walking for the door, almost cutting both Zak and you off. But, Zak reached an arm out, blocking his best friend’s exit.

“Aaron, you’re staying up here. Do some EVP and see what you find. I’m sure you’ll be fine. If there’s activity, we can’t just walk away.” Aaron huffed, then shrugged, accepting his fate.

“Fine, dude. But if something negative attaches to me, I’m sending it after you.” Zak just laughed as he led you toward the stairs.

Once you both found your seats at nerve center, Zak leaned towards you, his lips hovering over your shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, before kissing your temple. Billy groaned beside you.

“Guys, get a room,” he teased. Jay glanced over from his spot on the other side of Billy, simply grinning.

Zak scoffed. “Dude, shut up. I’m just telling Y/N how well she did. I think we can all agree that she’s the toughest one out of all of us. If that were any of us, we’d be bolting from that room squealing like a child.” A yelp echoed from Aaron’s camera feed, making you giggle. “I rest my case.” Zak leaned back in and kissed your cheek, then fixed his gaze back on Aaron.

You just sat there with a smile, proud of yourself. Sure, you got scared, but anyone would have. Who knew where that growl came from, anyway. But, one thing was for sure, you were now officially initiated into the lockdown crew.

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infinitymyth · 3 years

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@whumptober2021 (Altno.8 comfort.)

@sicktember Prompt 1- fever

TW: sick incubus and angel. Lots of comfort less of sickness. Slight cursing.

Slamming the binder down on his desk, Levi ran his fingers through his hair. “ WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN!”

The guard kept his eyes locked on the older, learning from past mistakes that eye contact is key.

“ Both boys are sick sir. The incubus and the angel.”

Levi took a deep breath and walked across the room to finish packing. Throwing clothes in suitcases instead of folding them.

“ I’m not going to be here for two days.. why did they choose to get sick now?”

The guard kept his mouth shut. Now was not the time to try and correct his boss.

“ the stupid animals! They knew I was leaving for a few days! They knew it! The fuckin-“

He started to choke on his saliva.

“ ehm. I want you and milson to watch the incubus and the angel.. can I trust you to do your job Aaron? Actually, call milson in here, his dorm is 175. You have 5 minutes.”

Rushing down the halls, Aaron looked for his friends dorm room, truth be told he didn’t need directions or instructions, they had already known one another.

“ milson. Levi needs you in headquarters now.” Milson didn’t look up, he kept his eyes on Grayson, head in his lap and caramel face flushed.

He turned to find Micha on the door frame. His head resting against the chair in micha’s room. Slowly his head shot up, noticing Aaron at the door and throwing his warm hands around the black pants leg.

Even the bond is off.. it’s never off.

Micha whimpered as he snuggled against the warmth of Aaron. Wings sprawled out and dragged against the floor, too weak to grab and use them, much less put them away.

Grayson coughed roughly, his mini black wings fallen against milsons lap, the warmth spreading even throughout the clothing they both wore.

Aaron bent down to hug Micha, the boys needed all the love and care that they could get, due to the bond that they shared.

Milsons walkie talkie glew in the dimly lit room, levis voice sounding rough and raspy

“ boys. Scratch the last order. I’m going to check and see that your all in the same room. Then I’m heading for my flight. If you're not there with the incubus and the angel before I get there.” The sound cut off on an open threat.

The older men scrambled to make their beloved look presentable. Wiping their face with wet cloth and sitting them upwards on the beds provided.

Milson and Aaron then had a more difficult challenge. “ you have to put your wings away guys..” it was said in a kind and reassuring way, milson hopefully being able to persuade them with words.

Micha whimpered out in pain, not having the energy to put them away after hiding them for so long.

Too long.

Aaron plopped Micha in his lap. “ focus on the energy we share hun.. really focus on it.” Micha closed his eyes and sighed. Gold Magic falling onto the olders lap. “ amazing job hun, keep trying okay..?”

Grayson was dazed off into space. His head bobbing forwards and backwards fighting sleep and passing out. Milson gave a face pat to get slight attention from the other. “ you have to focus grayson. I know it’s hard buddy but please.. please try and focus.” Grayson started right through milsons eyes. His brain and mind trying to work through the fog.

“ t-tail.”

Milson slowly rubbed his tail up and down, causing a mini whine to fall out the Youngers mouth. Less of a sexual whimper and more of a comfort moan..“focus on the tail. Then put your wings away.”

Grayson closed his eyes.

Levi bursted the door open. He saw both guards dressed in uniform sitting down at the table. While the hybrids lay in bed, looking like normal humans. No wings, no tail, no horns.

Levi screamed, drawing whimpers and whines from the two youngest.

“ you bitches! When I get back… you're dead.”

He slammed the door on the way out.

Graysons breathing picked up, startling coughs racked his body and his tail swished ferociously. “ I - I *gasp* don-don’t wanna die!”

Milson quickly rushed over and crawled in the bed with Grayson. Running his hands through his hair.

“ you not gonna die hun.”

Grayson turned to snuggle his head against milsons chest. Slowly dozing off.

Micha walked slowly over to Aaron, his butt sitting directly over the other crotch. He snuggled his warm head against his shoulder. Falling asleep.

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rae-is-typing · 4 years

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Bravery

Description: Your uncle has to pick you up early from school. A case the BAU is working on lands you in a tough situation.

Characters: reader, the BAU, unnamed officers and school staff

Warnings: non consensual groping, fighting, guns, hostage situation, reader shoots someone for self defense, swearing

Word count: 3.6k

“Hotchner!”

You glance behind you to see the giant teenage boy stomping towards you, fury radiating off of him. He shoves other students aside. Greasy brown hair falls into his face, he doesn’t bother brushing it aside. You roll your eyes, shut your locker, and shoulder your bag. You begin walking away from him, which fuels his self-righteous anger.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, dumb bitch!”

You keep a straight face, and keep walking the busy halls of the school. Students had started parting like the red sea, not wanting to be bulldozed by the titan toddler throwing a fit. A hand grips your shoulder hard, forcibly turning you around. You come face to face with an acne covered, pissed off linebacker. His breath smells like rotten egg so much so you physically gag.

“Listen here, bitch-” He was cut off by you ramming your knee into his crotch. You rip your shoulder away as he doubles over, clutching his balls. Adjusting your bag with a huff, you whip around and walk away, all the while ignoring the gasps and stares you received in the hallway.

Twenty minutes later, you’re called to the office. You stand up from your desk, grab your things, and march to the office, ready to fight the principal.

“Y/N, have a seat.” Mrs. Huffman, one of the three secretaries, says. Her wrinkles are amplified by the fake smile gracing her cracked lips. You give a curt nod, taking the uncomfortable seat closest to the door. You pull your phone out of your back pocket, opening it up, and mindlessly scrolling through twitter.

‘Y/N,” Your vice principal, Mr. Roberts, starts, exasperation seeping into his voice. You look up from your phone to see him beckoning you into his office. You get up and walking into his office, dreading what he’s going to say.

You sit down in front of his desk, and he takes a seat in his. “Tell me what happened in the hall, Y/N.”

“Tyler grabbed my butt before the period ended. I told him off. The bell rang, I left the classroom. He ran after me and grabbed me again. I kneed him in the crotch so he wouldn’t hurt me.” You explain, unable to keep the underlying anger out of your words.

Mr. Roberts sighs. “You can’t assault other students in the hallway, Y/N.”

“I shouldn’t have defended myself?”

“You shouldn’t resort to violence.”

“I should’ve let it happen?”

“You should’ve waited for a teacher to get involved-”

“So I should’ve let myself get assaulted by someone twice my size without attempting to get myself out of the situation at all?” You challenge once more, anger rising further.

“You’re a good kid, Y/N. You’re the top of your class, you have a bright future, and you have a clean record. Don’t throw it away because another student bothered you.” “Being groped is being bothered.” You deadpan, unable to keep the utter shock out of your voice. “Tell me, Mr. Roberts, has anyone ever grabbed your ass without consent?”

His face hardens at your choice of words. “I’ll let you off with a warning. This won’t go on record. If it happens again, I will suspend you. Your uncle will be here soon to pick you up. You can wait in the office for him.”

You grab your bag, flinging it over your shoulder while you gave him the nastiest look you could muster. Stomping out of the small subsection, you take your previous seat closest to the door. Your leg bounces up and down, your hands shake, and you’re ready to fist fight someone.

It doesn’t take a long time for Aaron to get to your school. His eyes are hard, so is his face. Rain drops fall from his coat as he marches in like a soldier on a mission into the office. His face doesn’t change when he sees you, and he signs you out without a word. You follow him out to the SUV. It’s stormy, rain pounds the sidewalks, and thunder rolls in the distance.

The ride to his work is quiet at first, filled with tension so thick it chokes you.

“I was just defending myself.” You say, eyes locked on the storm in front of you. Aaron’s grip on the wheel tightens, making his knuckles appear white.

“This was the worst possible time, Y/N. I understand that you get annoyed by your peers, but this has to stop.” Aaron tries to make his words even, but exasperation drips off of every letter.

“He grabbed my ass and was going to attack me in the hallway!” You snap, turning to look at him. “Aren’t you always saying that I need to stand up for myself?”

“Not like that. There are better ways-”

“Like what? Letting myself get harassed and not do anything about?” You cut him off, hands still shaking.

“You’re supposed to get an advisor or teacher when this happens.” “Like they’d do anything. They didn’t do anything when Leah was groped in the middle of the gym. They didn’t do anything when Caleb was shoved into a locker after being beat up. They didn’t-”

“That’s enough, Y/N!” It’s his turn to snap. “You used violence when you knew that is against the school’s policy. I understand that you were put into a rough position, but sometimes you have to let it be.”

Knowing that Aaron won’t back down, you make a noise of aggravation and sit back against the seat. As soon as he parks the car, you throw open the door and storm to the building, completely ignoring the rain that gets in your eyes and soaks your clothes.

Security is a breeze to get through; everyone knows you and your bag is almost empty. You’re making your way to the bullpen when someone calls to you.

“Bambina! Why aren’t you in school?” You turn to see Dave pacing towards you carrying a small tray of coffees. He holds his arms out and you step into them gratefully, and he wraps his free arm around you. “What’s the matter?”

“People fucking suck,” You sigh, embracing the older man.

“Language, darling. Care to elaborate?” He asks as you pull away. You sigh, willing your hands to finally stop shaking from anger.

“Some dumb guy grabbed my butt at the end of class. He was going to do more in the hall, so I kneed him in the dick so he didn’t.” Dave cringes, placing his hand on your back while you walk at a slower pace to the larger area of the bullpen.

“Something tells me that isn’t everything.”

“Aaron doesn’t think I should’ve resorted to violence.” You say, some frustration returning to your voice.

It’s Dave’s turn to sigh. “Your uncle only wants the best for you, Bambina. Violence is a great way to get kicked out of school.”

“It was self-defense.” You defend. “The school system doesn’t see it that way.” “Yeah, well the system is a piece of-” “Y/N, what are you doing here?” You and Dave spot Penelope and Derek walking into the bullpen at the same time as you. You open your mouth to say something, but Peneolope beats you to the punch.

“N/N, you look upset.” Penelope gasps, rushing forward, the sound of her heels clicking against the tile floor reverberates throughout the busy bullpen. “Oh, my precious thing, what happened? “This guy grabbed my ass, so I kneed him in the balls, and got excused from school.” You say as she cups your face. This is standard behavior from Penelope, in her words you’re ‘A precious bundle of sunshine that I must protect at any cost because you’re one of the only good things left on this deranged planet.’

“I’m sorry, N/N. Are you okay?” She all but coos.

“I’m fine, just really frustrated.”

“What a scumbag. What happened to him?” Derek asks.

“No idea, but I hope he feels it for a few days.” You scoff. “If he gets off with nothing, I’m gonna be even more furious.”

The murmurs of agreement that spread throughout the small group is swallowed by the sounds of not only the other BAU agents, but regular police officers too. There are at least six officers, and many other FBI officials. “Am I allowed to know what’s going on?” You frown.

“Some stuff with the local PD. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over,” Derek remarks, ruffling your hair to make a point. You smile, batting his hands away. Dave passes out the coffee, and you sit near the group table, pulling out your phone as a distraction. Aaron comes in a moment later.

“Y/N, head up to my office. You don’t need to hear anything about this case.” He says without making eye contact. You don’t respond verbally, only get up, grab your stuff and go to his office. Normally, you’d put up a fight, but you’re barely allowed in the bullpen as is, and you don’t want to sacrifice that privilege.

His office is clean save for the papers littering his desk. You take a seat on the chair behind the desk, and go back to playing on your phone.

It’s not long before an alarm goes off. It’s high pitched and shakes the room. Your hands immediately shield your ears from the screeching noise. Officers and agents alike are scrambling out the door, leaving half the BAU and only four officers left.

One of the officers barks something into a walkie talkie, and the alarm finally shuts off. You relax back into the chair, but keep a watchful eye over the rest of the bullpen.

Within minutes, two new officers have replaced the old ones and are getting in Dave’s face, not trying to hide the fact that they’re arguing about something. Penelope and Spencer are trying to diffuse the situation, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

Then the lights flicker. It starts slow, then gets faster until the lights just give out. The bullpen is now shrouded in darkness, making Aaron’s office pitch black. You’re about to turn on the flashlight on your phone when you hear two loud bangs.

You’ve heard the sound of gunshots before, but that was when your uncle took you to a shooting range in a very controlled environment. Remembering everything Aaron has ever taught you about active shootings, you fall to your knees and hide under the desk. You press you back against the desk, clutching your knees to your chest. Breathing as evenly as you can, you strain your ears for any sound.

Muffled yelling wafts through the air and reaches your strained ears. Two more bangs. The yelling stops. You breathe hitches as tears fill your eyes. Someone is dead, you’re sure of it. Pressing your hand against your mouth, you keep the sounds of your distress at bay.

What feels like hours pass when you hear footsteps coming towards the office. Curling up tighter, you try to make yourself as small as possible. The door is thrown open hitting the wall with a boom. You bite down on your lip, dig your fingernails in the soft flesh of your palm, and hold your breath.

Loud stomps come towards you and stop. “Come out, kid. I know you’re here.” He barks. A few more steps. “You better show yourself or you’ll be sorry.” A couple more steps. Tears begin to fall down your cheeks. Wiping them away, you start to resign yourself to your fate.

Suddenly, the chair is thrown back and your wrist is grabbed. You yelp sharply as your entire body is torn out from under the desk. An arm wraps around your neck, loose enough so you’re able to breathe, but tight enough so you’re unable to get away.

“Listen hard, okay? You’re going to come downstairs and play nicely while we get what we need, understood.” The man’s breath tickles your neck as he speaks, arm tightening around your neck ever so slightly as the other snakes around your midsection.

“Yes,” You say, desperately trying to keep the rest of your tears in your eyes.

He drags you down the stairs. Through the little natural light, you can make out a small huddle of people in the middle of the bullpen. A shove to your back makes you land hard on your knees next to the huddle. Pain spreads up your legs and through you wrists, making you wince. Without much time to react, you’re gathered in someone’s arms. They pull you close to them and begin to whisper.

“It’s okay, Bambina,” It’s Dave, and you want to bawl. You’re supposed to be the tough teenager, not a crying child. All of the adrenaline and anger had faded, leaving you shaking from fear and not indignation. “We’ll get you out of here.”

You can only nod along to the comforting words he whispers. He rubs one hand up and down your back, using the other to press your head against his chest.

Glancing up, you see three officers. All of them wield what look to be rifles and they circling the group like vultures. There’s a pile of cellphones and weapons in the middle of the pile. You shift, confirming that your phone is still in your back pocket, covered by the sweatshirt you stole from Aaron.

Suddenly, there’s a noise reverberating through the room. A generic ringtone, something overly obnoxious. You hold your breath and shift again, trying to feel any vibration. It’s not yours. One of the police officers walks out of the room. The other two get closer to the group, compensating for the loss. Dave tightens the grip he has around you. It’s silent for a few minutes. The only thing in the air is tension. You can barely make out the face of Spencer across the circle. He’s doing that thing where he has to sit still, but he’s busy putting two and two together to solve a case. His eyes dart around the room, his fingers drum on his legs, and he’s mouthing something. JJ sits next to him, a very concerned look etched into her face. Penelope is nowhere to be found.

The sound of weighted footsteps approaches the small circle quickly. The officer that left returns, very infuriated. He holds his rifle close to his side as he once again yanks you to your feet and away from Dave’s protective grip.

You gasp, immediately struggling. Cries of protest rise from the rest of the BAU.

“Take me instead,” Dave demands, standing up. “I’m more valuable than her, you’ll get more of what you want if you have an esteemed FBI agent instead of a civilian."

The officer’s face twists. Without hesitation, he slams the butt onto Dave’s forehead. He crumples to the floor, clutching his now injured head.

You fight tears once again. I need to be strong. I can’t be scared right now. I can’t be scared. I can’t be scared…. Your inner mantra replays in your head as your forced down a narrow hallway, the officer gripping your arm. You walk along with him, breath shallow and tears stuck in your eyes.

But then you notice something.

A smaller handgun sits loosely in a holster attached to his hip. The grip of the gun is hanging out of the holster, almost falling out with each hurried step.

If you could just…

When you turn a corner, he lets go of you. You make your choice in a split second. Surging forward, you grab the grip, turn the safety off, and you pull the trigger. You hit him in the hip just below where a bullet proof vest would be. The you cock the gun and shoot one more time in his thigh.

As soon as the last shot goes you, turn the safety back on, and begin to sprint.

The only advantage you have in this situation is your knowledge. Thanks to Penelope and Kevin giving you a very in depth tour of the place when you first started tagging along with Aaron, you know every nook and cranny on this floor, and the ones above you.

With the help of another rush of adrenaline, you easily sprint down the hallway. All semblance of rational thought left your mind. All that’s left is the instinct to run as far and as fast as you can.

You run until you’ve managed to get up to the top floor of the building. Because of the outage, every door is unlocked, but really heavy. You push the final door with all your might. It doesn’t budge. The blood rushing through you is the only thing that matters, it’s the only thing you hear and the only thing you feel. You give it another shot, using every muscle in your body. There is a loud creak as it finally budges, allowing you to slip inside.

The top floor is the only one you’ve never been in. The little natural light is starting to fade. You need to find a place to hide and find one fast. Jogging down the halls, you find that all of the doors to the offices are closed, and mostly likely locked.

You swear under your breath, stopping at a corner. You hear the loud creak of the door as it’s opened. Fuck.

Your blood runs cold. You don’t wait to listen for footsteps this time, you haul ass down the corridor until you’ve come wide area with a ton of doors. You slam your body against the door next to you while turning the handle. Nothing.

You stumble to the door across from it. Locked as well. You try one last door as you hear footsteps over the blood roaring in your ears.

Finally. This one is unlocked. You fall inside of an empty room, landing on your knees once more. A pained noise slips from your lips, and you freeze. The footsteps are still coming. You kick the door closed and push yourself into a sitting position next to the hinges.

Once again, you press your shaking hands over your mouth. Heavy breaths come out through your nose. You squeeze your eyes shut, a few tears slipping out. You clutch the gun to your chest, slowly taking it off of safety.

At some point during the night’s events, your phone fell out of your pocket. You aren’t sure when, nor are you able to call anyone or tell them you tried your best to stay alive. More tears fall from your eyes.

You’re going to die.

Those fuckers are going to get revenge for their buddy, and you’re going to die.

“Y/N! Y/N are you here?”

What? You stop breathing for a second, that sounds like Derek.

“Y/N!” And that’s Spencer.

You don’t dare move, blink, or breathe as shock envelopes your body.

“Has anyone else found her?” Derek demands, sounding as stressed as ever. “Not yet. Morgan, what if she-” “No, Spencer. Don’t.” Derek’s voice is full of desperation, and mainly fear.

That’s enough for you. You push yourself off the floor with one hand. Opening the door, you get blinded by light. You wince, covering your eyes with your free arm. The bright LED light from their flashlights were a lot to take after not seeing any light for god knows how long.

"Y/N, oh thank God.” Derek breathes out. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I-I don’t know."

"C'mere.” He says, wrapping an arm around you. You feel the gun being pulled from your grip. “Spencer, call the others."

You melt into his embrace as the tears finally fall, steadily and silently.

Downstairs, Aaron paces wildly with red rimming his eyes. The local police department was corrupt and had been after important documents that would lead to incredible opportunities for organized crime. The BAU caught on too late to stop the hostage situation, but when they realized what the officers had been after, they sprung into action.

When the others told him about you being taken by the leader, the gunshots they heard, and the fact that neither of you came back to the bullpen, his mind jumped to the worst. All of their minds did. But when they went searching, they found the leader bleeding out in a hallway, missing a gun with you nowhere to be found.

Now, Aaron can’t stop pacing. Dave sits close by, injuries tended to. His attempts to comfort his friend fell of deaf ears.

But Aaron can’t lose you too. He was supposed to keep you safe. He took you in because his brother couldn’t keep you safe. Even with the call from Spencer, he couldn’t believe you were okay until he sees it. He gets his reassurance when he sees the elevator opens. Morgan has an arm around you, bracing you and protecting you from any perceived threat.

You rush forward when you see him, throwing your arms around his neck.

“You’re okay.” He says, comforting both you and himself. “I’m sorry,” You choke out.

“What for?” He asks. That was certainly not the reaction he was expecting.

“I shot him. I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do-”

“Y/N.” Aaron pushes you away from his chest so he can look you in the eyes. “You did what you had to. You were protecting yourself.” You can only nod with tears in your eyes. He brings you back into his arms, fingers carding through your hair for both your comfort and his. You bury your head in his chest, blocking the rest of the world out.

Everything is going to be okay.

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azbagans · 4 years

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Don’t Be Scared, I Love You.

Pairing: Zak Bagans x Reader

Summary: (Made up) Investigating what's now become a museum, the remnants of John Wayne Gacy's home has dragged the crew for a twist. The killer clown and his victims shaking you to your core.

Warnings: Serial Killer investigation, possible demonic mentions, and minor swearing.

DT: @takemepedropascal

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You and the Ghost Adventures crew were now in Illinois, your newest investigation already having you guys in for a shock. The name itself was insanely chilling, John Wayne Gacy. Better known as, the killer clown, of course. There was no paranormal investigation history to help because the Ghost Adventures crew were the first to not only be allowed to investigate but to be invited to do so. The interviews were just about wrapped up, and now you guys were just waiting for the lockdown.

A simple hang out in the hotel room with simple take out for dinner, because to be frank it was clear none of you could stomach much. "Considering Gacy had two alter egos, in the afterlife we could be dealing with something far more negative," Jay explained, the crew settled out in the small balcony of the shared hotel room. You hadn't quite touched your food much, something was extremely off about this investigation and it was off settling, especially for you. "What else did you find out today?" Aaron asked, before sipping loudly from his nearly empty drink.

A loud slurping sound following the question as to his straw hit against the ice, none of his drink left to be enjoyed. Normally, either of you would make a comment to joke about it, but none of you had it in you. Instead, you responded. "He admitted to having murdered over 33 men. Many were found in the house actually, few in the backyard and some in the crawl space." You shared. You had been helping Jay investigate his history while the others wrapped up the interviews earlier that day. "A couple bodies found in the Des Plaines River." Jay added as he collected his garbage into the fast-food bag it came in.

"Listen, guys..." Zak finally spoke up with a heavy sigh. He knew his crew quite well, after so much time working alongside each other, it was easy to spot they were all on edge already. "I know this is strange, and honestly a bit off settling...but it's also a huge opportunity for us. However, your safety will always be my priority." Zak continued as he glanced at his team, more so his family, as he spoke. "Seriously don't hesitate to communicate any feelings, thoughts, or concerns. It's okay to be afraid, it is." He reassured everyone.

That was the thing about Zak Bagans, he was human. Sure he made some bold decisions, seemingly fearless, but he was indeed human. He also had a big heart, one not many were lucky enough to see. Fortunately for you, being his girlfriend, you knew him quite well. Honestly, his heart might just be one, if not the, biggest reasons why you fell in love with him. You sent him a small smile as the rest of the crew mumbled some response. "Don't get soft on me man, we'll be fine. We always are." Aaron reassured the lead investigator.

As time passed, you and the others getting ready to leave the hotel, you couldn't help but feel your heart begin to pound even harder in your chest as you walked down the hall to the elevator. "You okay, y/n?" Zak asked far softer, as he walked alongside you. His hand resting on the small of your back as you both followed behind the rest of the crew. "You've been quiet today," he added, concern lacing his voice as he gazed down at you. It was no secret you were together, but you guys hardly showed much PDA when filming.

Just occasional teasing from Aaron, sometimes Billy, and from time to time you and Zak would investigate together. "I'm fine, just a little on edge. I don't know why it's bothering me so much." You admitted quietly, gazing up at your boyfriend, keeping the conversation quiet and intimate. When it came to feelings and emotions, the both of you preferred to keep those conversations private. Your friends didn't need to know everything after all. Zak nodded in understanding, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as you both entered the elevator.

The journey down to the ground floor was filled with some commentary, attempted jokes from Aaron, and Zak gently rubbing the small of your back in reassurance. A gesture you treasured greatly.

From the beginning, your presence was known. Not just yours, but everyone. Even when setting up the X cameras and other equipment, activity was quick to welcome the Ghost Adventures crew into the after-hours of their lockdown. Currently, Jay was in their nerve center, Aaron was doing some EVP work in the backyard, and you, Billy, and Zak were making some advances in Gacy's bedroom. It went without much need to say, you were on high alert and on edge after arriving at the location hours ago.

Zak was asking questions in hopes to communicate further with the spirit in the room using the spirit box, while Billy was using the Ovilus at the same time. "You don't need to stay here anymore, you're free to go. Why are you still here?" Zak questioned, moving his hand as he had been covering the spirit box to cover the white noise while he asked. Seconds later, no voices came through but Billy quickly reacted to the small device at hand.

"Woah, y/n come get this!" Billy exclaimed, as you quickly made your way to him, your camera focusing on the device that reads "stuck." As Billy and Zak raved about the discovery, the Ovilus soon came through with, "Crawl." And then again seconds later, "Space." Which left the three of you in shock. "It just said stuck crawl and space!" Billy exclaimed, the investigators a bit excited at the activity considering the spirit box hadn't brought many results. "Are you stuck in the crawl space?" Zak questioned, recalling the information you and Jay had shared back in the hotel.

In the next few minutes, there were no more responses. All activities having just stopped abruptly. "Y/n, why don't you go and check out the basement? Maybe like around the crawl space?" Zak suggested as Aaron came through on the Walkie Talkie. "Zak, come in." Aaron's voice was heard. "Yeah, Aaron what's up?" Zak responded with the device at hand. "Someone needs to come down here with me man.. it's just... it's different out here bro." Aaron admitted.

"Billy's heading down," Zak responded, making eye contact with both you and then Billy before nodding. "I'll stay here and see if I can get some more contact." He clarified. You both nodded and soon you and Billy were heading down the steps, before parting ways to your different destinations. "Good luck," you bidded, Billy doing the same before heading out. You sighed deeply, making your way into the basement with your heart pounding loudly within your chest. Your hand visibly shaking in your camera footage as you managed your way in the dark.

"Hey y/n, you good?" Jay asked, coming in through your walkie talkie, scaring you half to death. "Shit Jay.. not anymore.." you exclaimed as you made it into the basement, taking a moment to compose yourself as best as possible. "I'm good.." you responded before getting your walkie put away, hearing a faint "help.. me..." From the corner of the room, "I'm in the basement, and I swear I just heard someone say 'help me'... I'm completely alone." You explained to the camera to document the discovery, but also to make sure you weren't losing your mind.

Now was a good time to call for Zak or anyone, but you were too stubborn. You had barely gotten down there anyway, you could manage. As you moved closer to the area in which the voice came from, you realized the small crawl space started from that corner. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you pushed past your fear and got down, close to the floor. "Is anyone here with me?" You called out anxiously, your camera pointing into the crawl space, the X camera had you insight which was helpful for Jay back at nerve.

Another faint "...help." was enough to encourage you, no... enough to draw you in. You began to crawl into the small tunnel-like enclosure with your camera, you hadn't meant to crawl in so deep but something was just dragging you closer until you came to a stop, your heart racing as you realized how far under you had gotten. "W-Who are you?" You asked, on high alert as you heard faint rustling around you. Unexplainable movement, as you were clearly alone. Before you could ask another question, your Ovilus came through with "demon." And "hide." Which made you immediately panic as you heard a growl right at your ear, leading you to scream in panic.

You tried to rush out of there, but the tight space only slowed you as you felt a grip at your ankle. "Zak- Zak come in, come in!" Jay nearly shouted into the walkie talkie after your scream came through the audio of the X Camera, but also throughout the house, which had put Zak on edge. "What is it Jay?" Zak responded to the device at hand. "Y-Y/n, she entered the crawl space and I just heard her scream, get down there now!" He reported, concern clear as day in his voice, as he got through to Aaron and Billy too.

Zak felt his heart drop down to his stomach as he heard Jay's response. Dropping whatever he had been doing and rushing down the stairs with his flashlight at hand, nearly tripping down the steps as he made it down another flight of stairs into the basement. He heard your cries from the corner of the room. Zak knew you well, you weren't the type to get frightened so easily, much less react in this way, which only made his worry grow as he kneeled at the opening of the crawlspace. Shining his light as he called out for you, "Y/n! Y/n I'm right here, reach for my hand okay? I'm getting you out of there." Zak did his best to stay calm for you, despite his panicked mindset.

No matter how much you pushed yourself to get out, you always seemed even farther from the exit. You tried to focus on Zak's voice and not the constant growling, as you pushed your free hand out in hopes to find his hand. Once you felt his hand grabbing yours, he helped pull you out, and securely tucked you into his arms once you were out of the crawlspace. Billy and Aaron helped you both up to your feet once they rushed in, and Zak helped you out the house. His arms protectively wrapped around you as he kissed your head, forgetting all about the show, the investigation, the cameras, as he was focused on you and your well being.

"I'm right here, y/n... You're okay now," he reassured you, the lead investigator couldn't help but feel guilty after having assigned you down there. You were both outside and near the car, as quiet sobs left your lips. You couldn't shake the feeling of intense fear, no matter how hard you tried. "Y/n, sweetheart.. breathe.. shh, breathe." Zak tried to calm you, as his hands gently cupped your face, making you meet his gaze. His thumbs gently wiping your tears away as your breathing began to slow.

Quiet sniffles being heard as he finally brought you into his embrace, kissing your head softly. "Don't be scared, I love you." He whispered to you softly, as he held you close and securely. "I love you," he repeated quietly, hoping the power of those three words could in some way help ease you.

They did.

He had said something so perfect, despite the horrifying scare.

He calmed you with six words and one kiss.

"Don't be scared, I love you."

#zak bagans x reader #zak bagans #ghost adventures #jay wasley #billy tolley #aaron goodwin #zakbagans #x reader #fanfic #oneshot #quick read #relationship

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grimessbitch · 3 years

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Trauma - Father figure! Daryl x reader

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Warnings: talks and sign of passed abuse, no hate to Carol or Negan or Daryl they’re badass characters and I love them I just gotta have em bad, Daryl is a dickhead.

A/n: in this it’s a different ending? Rick doesnt ‘die’, they kill Negan and Carl doesn’t die, and that’s about it.

You and Daryl had always been close, very close if you asked Rick and he was grateful he found someone that you connected so well with to be your father. Only Rick knew about how your biological dad treated you especially whenever Negan took you and him to a bridge but it was only time before he told Daryl then Michonne. You understood what happened whenever you were younger and occasionally some days would be worse than others with it. You latched you Daryl because you remembered him from his time being a prisoner at the Sanctuary, everything was smooth until Daryl was interested in Carol and pushed you almost out of the picture, Rick always gave you the option to leave and go back to the remainder of the sanctuary that Dwight ran partnered with a few old Alexandrians but you never chose to because you hated remembering your dad, even dead he still haunted you.

You stumbled through the woods next to Daryl, you told everybody goodbye except for Daryl which was most definitely going to be the hardest part of leaving, he did raise you for almost ten years now leaving you at the ripe age of sixteen. “So...I’m leaving for the sanctuary with Michonne tonight..” you admitted not looking at Daryl as you continued to walk even after he stopped. “Hey! Stop!” He yelled looking at you, slowly turning around you looked at him and tried your best to stand your ground “why the hell are you going back!?” He yelled his temper slowly rising “d-Daryl..I’m not a kid anymore and I’m ready to fix what my dad did...and you need to move on with bigger things, like Carol” you smiled softly your voice cracking “no! You don’t get to just leave like that! No god Damnit you’re staying!” He screamed walking closer “we need this!” You yelled biting your lip feeling the first tear hit your cheek; you screamed and fell to the damp muddy ground holding your head as Daryl raised his hand out of anger, not realizing his mistake he growled “go then! Go! And never fucking come back! I-I don’t want to ever fucking see you!” Every chant leaving his lips felt like a stabbing pain in your chest “all you’re going to do is disappoint them all over again! You’re a kid!” He yelled, once he turned around and stormed off you left for your travel, so much for grabbing the rest of your things.

You wouldn’t get to the sanctuary for three more days, and whenever you’d get there you’d be sick, horribly sick, while you’re walk a blizzard had hit and almost killed you and every alive thing around you. Unknown to you a certain archer was panicking with stress searching every bit of the woods for you or worse..your corpse. Dwight slowly came into your room sitting on the bed next to you holding out a comic book “Michonne brought it over..said Carl wanted you to have it..” he whispered pushing the hair out of your face laying the book next to you. You were still weak and tired but the color had came back to your eyes letting you look a lot more alive and well, you also gained the weight you lost while trying to fight for your life against the cold weather. “She’s coming by today..gonna drop off some things..Daryl has been trying to force information out of us about where you are on the walkie-talkie..” he whispered “I don’t wanna talk to him...” you whispered turning away from both of them messing with your sleep pants.

You’d refuse to talk to Daryl for another two days, leaving the time you were gone to be about four almost five days, and whenever you finally did, you wished you would’ve just forgot about him, Rick’s words still repeated in your head “he left for New Mexico three days ago” you walked through Alexandria quietly hugging Carl and Judith whenever they walked up to check up on you “how are you..about your dad leaving you?..” Carl asked you as you both walked around the streets “I’m fine” you whispered shrugging “I told him it was best if..- we had a..- I don’t know what you’d call it..he was like my dad and I thought the best thing for me was to leave and fix my dad’s wrong doings...and he respected that and left..I just wish he would’ve stayed longer...” you whispered messing with you hands “I never got a chance to get better and talk to him..” you said kicking a small pebble with your foot “if he came back what would you do..?” He askee as you turned around the corner again “I dunno...I’m really not sure..” you mumbled nervously, outside was a decent day, the snow was almost melting and it smelt like fresh clean air, something you hadn’t smelt for awhile.

“So why don’t you like Carol?..” he asked shifting Judith from his left to right hip “I dunno...ever since I started staying with Daryl and he started to raise me I could never remember her actually talking or giving me any nice stares, just glares and grumbles. “So she’s...jealous?..” he asked tilting his head looking at you “thats the thing...whenever we fell into that cave because she ran off...she tried to blow it up while I was still inside...if Daryl would’ve chased after Carol instead of actually looking for me I probably would’ve became a walker snack” you giggled as you turned another corner freezing, the gate was closing and Daryl was standing there proudly with Carol, there was something different about this, as you got closer you saw it, a makeshift ring sitting on her finger and his arm sat around her waist, so while you were lost in a blizzard he was getting engaged.

Carl tried to stop you as you stormed up but there was no stopping the giant scene about to break out. “Y/n?” Daryl asked looking at you in shock “a year..you looked for Carol for a fucking year! You looked for Sophia for months!” You screamed your voice cracking as you punched Daryl’s jaw as hard as you could sending him falling to the ground. “You looked for my dad’s dead body so I would’nt see his corpse for three months...and you didn’t even look for me a week...what did I do wrong?...” you whispered ending your rant by Rick helping you up off of Daryl, allowing the man to get up and put a bandana on his now bloody nose. “Y/n..it’s not like that and you kn-“ you cut him off by glaring “end to top it off...whenever I thought you left to clear your mind like you did whenever merle died...or whenever Carol left you for the third time but turns out...you were getting hitched in New Mexico” you growled stepping closer “I’m hurt. And I’m gonna make sure you know it” you whispered turning around walking back to Dwight who was closing up a trade with Michonne.

You would return on your seventeenth birthday, you’d return to follow through with your promise, sadly you turned into exactly what Rick believed you wouldn’t, your father. You stared at the Alexandrans kneeling in front of you but you watched a certain man. “Y/n stop this. Right now. Stop acting like a god damn child!” Daryl yelled clearly thinking you could stop him while Rick cried loudly, Michonne next to him silently crying, both of them knowing one or more were going to die. Carl watched him the far right of the line up, Four year old Judith next to him kneeling whining about her knees. “Take them away. Put them in the truck..they don’t need to see this” you said to Dwight nodding towards Judith and Carl, taking a deep breath you looked at Daryl, your goal was to break him, not for leaving you or leaving with Carol of all people, but for blaming you for your dad’s actions your entire life, and for the first few years of your time with Daryl he made sure you knew how horrible your dad was. “You pissin your pants yet?” She smirked stepping back looking down the line looking at the people you grew up with. Michonne, Rick, Daryl, Carol, Eugene, Ezekiel, Jesus, Tara, and Aaron. “Go. Everybody but him go home...you don’t deserve this” you mumbled in defeat letting Lucille drop to the ground.

Watching as everybody rose to their feet and quickly ran towards Alexandria you rethought what you were doing, was this okay? Should you just back down? No. You needed to get your revenge for everything. “You...you made me feel hated...then loved then it’s like..you just got tired of raising me and quit..especially whenever Carol came along” you whispered glaring at him, as the time passed with you glaring at Daryl waiting for him to apologize more rage grew in the pit of your stomach. The apologize never came only words that encouraged your motives more “you’ve gone fucking crazy, kid.” Hed say to you before spitting his blood right next to your boot, you grabbed Lucille tighter before swinging the baseball bat watching as Daryl’s blood landed on the gravel, you repeatedly swung the bat until you fell to the ground sobbing

#dad! daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd #angst

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