#readerx

[issthechosenone]

Ok but like, am I wrong??

[inmyminditsreal]

Solving crimes and crushes

Fem!reader x spencer reid

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You're filling in for an agent at the BAU, but are surprised to find you like one of the team members a little too much.

It was early morning when you got a call from your old friend Aaron. You hadn't spoken to him in a while, so you almost instantly pick up.

"Hey Aaron is everything alright? you don't normally call out of nowhere.” you say, a little more excited than you should've. 

"Yeah Y/n everything is fine except one of our teammates got injured in the field and is currently in the Hospital. I was wondering if you could fill in for her? That is, if you’re not too busy.” He says in a timid voice. 

“I would love to fill in, how is your teammate? Is she alright?” you respond. 

“She’s in stable condition as of now. Her name is Agent Jareau. You were also wondering if you could come in today. You already knew where the office is.” he replies. 

“Of course, I'm on my way.”you say before hanging up and almost running to grab your keys. 

In the car you're starting to get nervous. Are they gonna like you? Well, they don’t even know you, and you're filling in for their hurt friend. You wouldn't exactly be chipper to meet you if you were them. 

Arriving at the office, you're met with an elevator with a lot of floors.

“Shit”, you mumble under your breath. You pull out my phone and send a quick text to Aaron saying,

“Which floor is it again? So confused.”

he responds saying, “6th.”

You press the button and hope that you make a good impression. 

You walk in and meet a very nice woman with colorful clothes you learn whose name is Penelope Garcia. She walks you to Aarons office but she calls him Hotch. You guess now you would have to as well.

“Y/n!” Aaron said brightly “It's great to see you, I see you’ve already met Penelope” he added gesturing to Penelope who was peeking through the doorway.

“It's great to see you too Hotch, thank you for this opportunity!” you say with as much pep as you can muster.

 “Let me call a briefing,” he said with a stern tone. 

“Sure, just let me put my things away.” you say having no idea where to put them. 

“I'll show you where you can” Penelope squeaks from the doorway.

“That would be great thanks!” 

After putting my things down and chatting with Penelope, she leads me to the briefing room. You walk in and are instantly met with eyes all over you. 

Hotch begins, “Team, this is Y/n L/n and she is filling in for JJ.”

“Hi everyone” you say with a meek voice.

“These are agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Dr. Spencer reid.” Hotch continues as you shake everyone's hands, everyone except for the Doctor. Everybody sort of stares at you and snickers as you look like an idiot holding your hand out in front of him. 

“He doesn't shake hands,” Hotch says.

“Oh I'm sorry,” you say quickly. 

“No worries,” Spencer says.

You take my seat wondering about the Doctor but, you don’t have much time to think as the briefing starts. Penelope starts with the briefing and you're listening intently.

 After Penelope is finished, Emily says, “I get he's lighting them on fire but, how are the flames green in the picture, is it a glitch”?

 you hear Spencer start to explain but you quickly say back,

“You can make green fire by mixing together borax or boric acid with methanol to make green flames, and its copper compounds that make flames green, sodium compounds that make them yellow, and calcium compounds that make them orange. Or this guy could have sprinkled some chemicals onto the fire to make it green.”

Everybody looks at you like you're insane. You fucked up didnt you? Spencer especially looks at me intensely. 

“What?” you say confused.

“Thanks,” Prentiss says, sounding surprised.

After the briefing is done and my embarrassing moment is hopefully a far away memory, you go to collect you're things when Hotch says  “Wheels up in 30.”

You Walk over to my desk you were recently given to pick up your things, when somebody approaches. 

“How’d you know all that stuff?” Spencer asks, taking you by surprise. 

“Oh uh about the fire? I read about it a while ago.” 

He smiles subtly and responds with a soft, “Me too.”

After you take your seat on the plane, you feel like you screwed up your first day, that you haven’t even finished. 

Someone sits down next to you to your shock and a little discomfort. It’s Spencer, which makes me extra shocked. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” He asks softly while avoiding eye contact.

You can’t help but hear Morgan and Prentiss stifle their giggles. 

“Yeah of course.” you reply sweetly. 

There's a few minutes of horrible silence before it's broken by Morgan saying,

“So what do we know about our unsub?” 

“What we do know is he killed 3 people by burning them to death.” Prentiss says.

“We also know he killed only men, in their twenties, and they all went to the same University, North Carolina state ” you add reluctantly.

“And that’s where we’re going.” Hotch adds while coming to take a seat closer to everyone.

“This guy didn’t want to be seen, he only killed at night and was probably covered in a hoodie or dark clothing. He waited until these kids were out drinking and followed them out. When he cornered them, he would pour a methanol and boric acid mixture on them and set them on fire with matches.” Spencer states.

The rest of the plane ride went smoothly, other than the little looks you and Spencer kept sharing. Why did he keep glancing at you? And why did you keep glancing at him? 

We arrive at the college and split up into groups. Of course you and Spencer are in a group together. We begin interviewing the students, everyone seemed shaken up. Poor kids. You finish at the college and follow some leads. All of them lead to dead ends except for one. A girl you had met in the science room, as you talked to her, you couldn't help but notice her journal, which was covered in drawings of flames, but they were all different colors. She even wrote out the instructions to make each flame. 

You glance up at Spencer, who returns your look of worry. 

“What are those drawings about?” you ask her politely. 

“Oh. These are just for a science project.” She says a little impudently while closing her book and placing it into her bag. 

“Thanks for the information.” Spencer says before walking off. You follow closely behind.

 “Hi, is there anything else you need?” The teacher asks. 

“Yea. Have you been working on anything to do with flames, or different compounds for different colored flames?” Spencer says quietly.

“Flames. flames… Nope, Sorry nothing to do with flames.” She replies.

You walk off feeling more and more suspicious of the girl with the book. After heading back to the station you look further into this girl's life. Her name is Mikalya Sterman, and from what you can tell she’s your criminal.

 Suddenly Hotch rushes in while saying, “There’s been another victim, same college, same gender, and age. We have to go now.”

Rushing to the car, you somehow are sitting with Spencer. You are solving a crime yet you still can’t get the adorable Doctor out of your head. 

“How are you feeling about this case?” you ask desperately to break the silence.

“I think it's the girl we met, I mean, the drawings, the behavior, everything. She has to be our criminal.” He utters.

“Yea, I mean why else would she lie about those drawings. Also, I like your tie.” you say and immediately want to jump out of the car.

The car stops and Hotch and Prentiss get out of the driver's seat and you quickly follow. You try to run away from Spencer by speed walking to the scene and hiding your face. It doesn’t work. 

“Thanks, I typically wear ties that match the rest of what I’m wearing like- this. So uh thanks.” He says holding out his sweater. 

“Cute.” you add with a smile. 

“Lovebirds, time to solve a crime!” Morgan states from the scene while Prentiss is laughing her ass 

off.

Hotch rolls his eyes. Spencer and you quickly walk to the scene.

While examining the body you find a pendant hanging across the victim's neck.

“This belonged to Mikalya. I remember seeing her wear it while we were talking.” you tell everyone.

“Yea she was definitely wearing it.” Spencer adds on. 

“Well what does this mean?” Prentiss asks. 

“It means we need to find our killer.” Hotch states.

He sends you out in groups except, this time you're with Prentiss, not Spencer.

“Soooo- Spencer.” She says coyly. 

“Spencer’s sweet.” you mutter back.

“Mhmmm” she insists “and what else?”

“Okay okay, he’s super cute and sweet and smart and nice, and sweet, an-.” you sputter before she cuts you off with, “Ok ok ok ok! I get it, he’s amazing. Sooo- what are we gonna do about this?”

“Nothing! Jesus, actually- nevermind! I don’t know!” you spit.

“We are looking for a murderer and you’re thinking about my kind-of-crush!” you whisper-yell at her.

“Oh please, they already caught the killer.” She says pointing to where they had, in fact, already arrested the killer.

“B-but! How? I was- WE were right here.” you say.

“Yes but your kind-of-crush was so distracting, you couldn’t even solve a crime!” she laughs.

“Oh my god. What have I become? Emily, help me.” you say sarcastically.

“I’m gonna ask everybody to go for drinks- wait- how about, you ask everybody to go for drinks, I’ll tell everybody else but Spencer to decline! I’m a genius.”

She says slyly before you add “No- yes- wait-okay, fine I’m on board.”

“YES!” she shouts a little too loud for comfort as we both walk back to the cars.

Driving back you weren't in the same car as Spencer despite Emily’s suspicious efforts to change that.

We get back on the plane and Spencer sits down next to you again.

“It’s still okay if I sit with you right?” He mutters.

“Of course Spencer, you don’t need to ask.” you reply with a reassuring tone.

He smiles shyly at your comment and you swear you see him blush.

Back at the BAU everybody gathers and you ask, “Hey does anybody want to go get some food or drinks?” 

Emily winks at you and she's the first to say, “Sorry, I'm so tired. Maybe another time?”

Everyone else goes along with their excuses until Spencers the last one to speak.

“Sure! I'm starving.” He says while putting on his jacket and walking toward you. 

“Great.” you say smiling. We both walk out, and you swear you can hear Emily and Derek chortling from the elevator.

P.s please give me tips!

[ayostupidwassup]

BRO I'VE BEEN READING DAUGHTER!READERS X AVATAR: WAY OF WATER AND I LOVE BADASS READER, READ ONE WHERE READER TOOK HER FATHER (jake sully) PLACE AS OLO'EYKTAN AND WAS BADASSSSS. THE FACT SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WANTED AND GOT IT?? SHES YOUNG BUT STILL TOOK THE TITLE AHHH I LOVE IT SM. PLEASE GIVE ME MORE OLO'EYKTAN READERRRR

[redhoodie17]

Okay- I may Orr may not be totally inlove with wally-

[tonydadisbestdad]

Perfection

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,582

Request by: @shady80smusicsingercolor

Summary: A lesson on perfection.

A/N: Sorry that’s it’s been a while guys! Even with being less busy I’ve had a lot going on and a lot less motivation to write. Sorry also that this request took so long for me to fill.

Perfection. Noun. The quality or state of being perfect such as freedom from fault or defect, i.e., flawlessness. An unsurpassable degree of excellence.

It is what you were meant to be. What was expected of you. You had to do everything to perfection. You had to be perfection personified, otherwise what was the point?

Except you were far from it. You were only human after all.

‘Y/N Stark’s transcript released, heir to Stark industry only has a 3.0 GPA’

‘Tony Stark’s daughter caught arguing with paparazzi’

‘Y/N Stark’s skincare routine for dealing with severe acne’

They went on and on. Every possible flaw they could find would be picked on. Even when you strived for the top, for perfection. So why was it that even when you pulled your grades up, even when you weren’t actually arguing with the pap, and you bought the best makeup to hide any blemishes on your skin, they still picked at you.

It hurt. Why didn’t they understand you were a 16 year old girl who just wanted to live her life and not be criticized 24/7.

What used to be a problem you could ignore seemed only to grow. It was gradually becoming a cesspool in your mind of negativity.

Tears made their way down your cheeks one afternoon. It was a big fear of yours, dating. But this one guy who you really liked had asked you out. You thought everything was great. But that afternoon he broke up with you. It hurt, he was only the second guy you’d ever given a chance and yet he took your heart and smashed it.

He said it was because he didn’t like the speculations in the tabloids about you, that all your negative traits they talked about seemed true and he didn’t want to be with someone so in the spotlight.

It broke your heart so much that even though you had 3 classes left in the day you lied to the school staff saying you were feeling ill and they called Happy to take you home.

You held yourself together long enough to make it to your room at the compound before you broke down.

But just your luck you only had about 5 minutes of peace before there was a knock on your door.

You held your breath to keep from sobbing again. You didn’t want to talk to anyone and you knew that no member of the team would stop from entering if they thought something was wrong.

“Y/N?” Steve called, knocking softly again.

You didn’t answer him.

He sighed behind the door, he knew you were crying, he could blame his perfect superhuman hearing, but he knew he’d be able to hear you no matter because you were just across the hall from him.

“I’m coming in,” he warned, opening your door.

You buried yourself deeper into your pillows. “I’m fine Uncle Steve, I just want to be alone.”

“You don’t seem fine, sweetheart,” He argued. “What’s going on?” There was a dip in your bed beside you, and a hand stroked through your hair.

The gentle touch brought another sob out of you. “Why-why am I like this Uncle Steve?”

Steve’s frown deepened. “What do you mean?”

You sniffled and pulled your head up to look at him. “Why do I have to be like this? S-so imperfect.”

“Nobody’s perfect, doll. What’s got you so worked up about something like that?”

Sobbing you continued to hide in your pillow. You shook your head in response.

“Y/N, listen, I want to help you but I can’t do that if you can’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You were quiet for a while, in that time you managed to calm some. At least enough to pull your face away from the wet pillow.

Steve stroked your hair the whole time, hoping the contact would help relieve some of your stress.

“I wish I was someone else,” you whispered. “I wish dad never kept me, so I could just be normal. Why-why does everyone expect me to be perfect? Why do they make it hurt so much?”

“Hey,” Steve stated. “You don’t mean that. Your dad loves you. No family is normal. No one is perfect, like I said. You might be different because of who you are but don’t see that as a downfall. You don’t need to be perfect, you just need to be you and anyone that tells you otherwise is wrong.”

You shook your head and pressed your face back into your pillow. “You don’t get it Uncle Steve… you don’t have to worry about how-how your skin looks, or what other teens think about you, or how smart you aren’t just because your dad is a genius- I-I hate my life, it’s not fair. Everyone thinks I have the world because of who I am but no one ever stops to think about how I feel about what they say about me.”

“You can’t let others control how you feel, doll. Do you think your dad would be so successful if he cared about everything every person that doesn’t have any impact on him said?”

“I’m not my dad!” You shouted, wincing because you hadn’t really expected it to come out that way. A soft whimper left you and you curled more in on yourself.

Sighing, Steve leaned down and kissed your head. “No, you aren’t. I just meant that you shouldn’t care for anyone else's opinions of you except for those that matter.”

You thought over his words and while you knew he was right, it still didn’t take away your pain. It did help you feel like you mattered to anyone as anything other than what your imperfections showed.

An alarm going off on Steve’s phone had you pulling your head up slightly.

He shut it off with another sigh. “I might need to go, sweetheart. But I can stay if you need me to.”

You shook your head. “I really just want to be alone, Uncle Steve…”

Nodding, he offered you one last kiss to your head before making his way to the lab.

He divulged everything to Tony, who quickly made his way to you.

He didn’t bother knocking, he just opened your door and walked in. “Sunshine, what’s going on? Your uncle betrayed you and told me you were upset.” He laid down beside you, and started to try to remove the pillow from your grasp.

The second the door opened you whimpered and clutched your pillow tight. You knew you shouldn’t have told him. Of course he’d send your dad. You ignored him and favored clutching your pillow to keep him from taking it.

“Fine, keep the pillow. But you still need to talk to me. What’s got you so down?”

You mumbled into the pillow.

“Huh? Was that-, was that my baby girl trying to talk to me? I couldn’t hear her past that pillow over her mouth.”

Whining you pulled the pillow away. “Nothing’s wrong, dad. Go away, I just wanna be alone.”

“Nope, not gonna work. Tell me, why do you think there's something wrong with you? There’s not by the way but I want to know why you think there is.”

You sighed, your eyes stung with tears again. “Tommy br-broke up with me because of the stuff the tabloids have-have been saying about me… I-I don’t care that he broke up with me… it’s-it’s the why. I know I’m not perfect… but why do they have to pick at that? Why do they have to remind me that I’m not a genius, I have bad skin, I’m not pretty, I don’t have any talents, I don’t dress right, I give the pap attitude-“

“Whoa there, sunshine!” Your dad cut you off. “None of those things make someone perfect. You are perfect. Want to know what makes you perfect?”

“You’re my dad, of course you think I’m perfect.”

He chuckled. “Well, no duh. But that’s not what it is. You’re perfect how you are because it is who you are. It’s all the good you do for the world and others. It’s how you love. It’s how you try so hard at everything you do because you want it to be perfect. But just because stuff isn’t perfect, doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. Want to know something?”

“Hm?” You mumbled.

“The pap plucks out people's flaws and insecurities to show all the jealous people in the world that just like them they’re their own person. And to make them jealous because I guarantee you the majority of the people out there don’t believe the tabloids anyway. And you shouldn’t either, sweetie.”

“But-“

“No, no buts. Listen, I love you. The only opinions from others that you should care about are the people that you care about. If you care about every last opinion of every person, well you’ll never feel good. You should only care about the ones that really matter. Got it?”

You sniffled. You both knew it wasn’t a complete fix, but you nodded your head, knowing that your dad was pretty right. If you cared about every last person’s opinion of you, of course you’d never be happy. But you already knew that the people that you cared about the most and the ones who felt that way about you, well, those were good. Those were the ones that made you who you are. Perfect or not.

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[theegowritter]

Intellectual protection

This is a reader x poly-anti/dark. This was also inspired by justwrittingscribbles intellectual understanding! Hope you guys enjoy my first poly-anti/dark fanfiction.

It was a pretty quiet evening since Anti and Dark were both gone doing there own thing. They said they wouldn’t be home till late tonight. You were watching your favorite tv show when suddenly you felt something cold and metal touch your shoulder. You jumped and tryed to look behind you but another metal hand that held a cloth came over your nose and mouth. You tryed to struggle but soon enough you were out as a light. When you awoke you were handcuffed to a pole in someone’s basement. Only one of your hands were free luckily. Your head throbed and soon enough you heard footsteps comeing down the stairs. Good your awake came a robotic voice. That voice belonged to none other then google himself. It surprised you that google was alive and fixed. You look surprised to see me well after anti and dark destroyed me google said in his usale monotone voice. H-how are you not broken you said. What kind of robot would I be if I could not fix myself when broken badly he said. Anyway your here so I can protect you from the things that can harm you. You knew exactly who he was talking about. He was talking about Anti and Dark and the thing he had said to you. You even remembered the exact line witch was “(Y/N), I worry for what will happen to you in the future events that will occur. You say Darkiplier and Antisepticeye fight alot. What was to happen if you get caught in the middle?” And the other thing he said witch was “But what if one was to become unstable?I can sense their power inside them. They are unstable whenever they are in each others presence. One day one will loose control, and you will be caught in the cross-fire.” He seemed pleased that you remebered and took it as that you understood. He left soon after. Apparently google got an upgrade because you could actually see him smile and have emotions now. A little later you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You had forgoten that it was in there and was glad that google didn’t take it. You pulled it out to see that in the group chat dark and anti where freaking out that you weren’t home. You quickly open it and typed I need your help and how ccb is google still alive when anti fried him. You knew they would come rushing to you as soon as they saw it so you sent it. It was dent just in time before google who had apparently come back downstairs with food for you took it from you placing it on the table out of reach. He then turned to you and said I thought I could trust you to not text or call them. I guess you thought wrong you said with a Smirk. This had apparently infureared google because he knelt down to you and graves your wrist. He squeezed it hard enough that you could hear a snap. It was very painful and defiantly broken. Next time you’ll think twice before trying that again. Just then a green glow came on your phone and a dark sillouet appeared in the corner seeming very menacing. The air grew heavy. You grinned knowing that anti and dark had arrived. You smirked and said mabey next time you’ll think twice before takeing me from my boyfriends. Google seemed confused but it only lasted a second as the two feriace demons who you called your boyfriend pounced on him killing him once and for All. When they finished anti dissapeared with googles body witch was now just million of peices. Dark knelt down to unhans cuff your had and examin the wrist google had broken. Apparently you had so much adtillian in you that you calasped in darks arms. The last thing you remeber was dark picking you up and teleporting you home safe and sound.

[fluffyfanficangel]

The Tickle kiss

( LokiXreaderXthor )

Keeping to yourself as you walked to the source of the screams, you walked into the training room to find a pinned down loki with thor on top. The god of mischief seemed to be laughing and there was only one thing that could be happening. Thor was tickling him.

You always enjoyed watching the brothers play fight, mostly because it made you smile seeing them get along. Walking over, you bent down beside laufeyson. ¨awe you enjoying this?¨ that comment earned a wicked glare from the god, followed by intense high pitched laughter.

Thor had his younger brother pinned, having placed his hammer on top of Loki's open palms to keep him held down, he scribbled his fingers over his younger brother's torso. Poking and prodding at his hips, and wiggles his fingers behind the tricksters ears.

Loki having been extremely sensitive absolutely lost his mind. He was cackling and squealing, occasionally he would have a tiny snort slip through his mouth. Ever since he was a boy he constantly would get teased for being so sensitive. But luckily for him. Thor did not know his one true weak spot. But you did.

¨what's the matter brother? What's so funny?¨ Thor spoke, acting confused. He leaned down and blew raspberries on Loki's ribs, Thor's beard only made it tickle worse, the tingling feeling shooting up his back causing him to arch violently before falling back down. Tears pricking at the tricksters eyes.

You being the playful trickster you were had decided you wanted a go at this. And with laufeyson being trapped under thor's hammer, he was completely at your mercy. You stared into the tricksters eyes teasingly, lifting the green dress shirt the god was wearing so all of his stomach showed.

Thor looked confused as to what you were doing but he learned as a kid to not interfere when you had a plan. Loki on the other hand, he was all kinds of scared, confused, and nervous. ¨y/n. I'll give you whatever you want! You know I can make a puppy appear! I can make it snow! I can even scare stark!!¨”the gods' pleas were not reaching your ears. You looked down at loki and had smirked.

Slowly swirling your finger around the outside of his belly button, earning you a set of rapid giggles. You continued this process for at least 10 seconds before bam. You harshly dug your finger into the god's belly button. ¨awe is someone a bit to ticklish here?”

Loki's screams echoed off the halls, the sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed out as well. He shook his head back and forth and his laughs were like a sweet symphony to the ears.

¨NAHAHAHAHAHAH- P-PLEASEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! NOHOHOHO DONHOHOHONT!!!¨ the god managed to say before he went back into a fit of laughter.

¨No? Hm… dont what?¨ you said and you would honestly be surprised if you managed to trick the trickster into saying what you were hoping he would say. Thor watched from the background. He decided that his brother could do well on his own so he called his hammer and slowly left the room. Shutting the doors behind him so you two had privacy.

¨DOHOHONT TICKLE MEhEhEHE!!¨ Loki screamed out before his laughter went silent and curled up in a ball as soon as Thor lifted his hammer. You feeling bad for him, eased up and got off of the god.

¨sorry heh….i could not help but go for your weakness-¨ in a matter of seconds the god of mischief had you in his lap and kissing you!

¨don't worry darling….as long as you tickle me. I'll just keep kissing you.¨ the trickster said as he panted, his face being red from laughing so hard.

You knew he would get his revenge each and every time you tickled him, but you couldn't even lie to yourself. You liked the outcome.

[babyfacebuttercup]

Needy

A/N: This is not going to be a Negan blog I promise I’ll have other things up I’m trying to move as fast as I can with my writing. 

Warning: Just sweating (its negan lets be real) but nothing really 

"Negan please" You say looking up at your annoying husband. Negan shakes his head smirking, "baby cakes what did I just say? No means NO." He says trying to leave your shared bedroom.

You frown at him, "Neegy Poo you know I never ask for much and I'll never ask you to do it again." He shakes his head smiling, at the nickname as his hand reaches for the doorknob. You quickly run to the door on from the other side of the room. Negan smiles even more looking down at you, showing his very handsome dimples. "Really sweetheart Neegy Poo? I'll be back y/n..."

Your eyes start to fill with tears when he blows you off like that this wasn't the first time. Last week he left you alone in his room while, he went the Alexandria to do a run. THAT ASSHOLE DIDN'T EVEN SAY, "sweetie something came up I'll be back. I promise and stay beautiful until I come back for that sweetness."  Honestly it made you mad and hurt that he just ignores you like. But today the way he acted made you feel like he didn't care about you anymore.

  Negan stops talking to you when he realizes your too quite. Normally that's a sign something is wrong. He turns around to see why you stopped responding ,only to see your eyes fill with tears. Negan runs his hands over his beard immediately becoming stressed. It was written all over your face it was about to be a bad day. "Honey can we not do this right now I have to go deal with some shit." Stepping towards you taking your small hands into his large ones gently.

You stop your "crying" (we love an actress here) that you took years to master. Looking into his eyes trying to see if you see some guilt in his eyes. And like you knew it would he slowly starts to cave. "Negan are you honestly going to leave me after making plans to spend time with me." Your husband closes his eyes and sighs to himself choosing his words wisely. "Y/n I don't want to leave but I gotta go. You understand don't you sugar? I mean I can't leave Simon to do the shit, and without me this place will fall apart. You don't want that do you?" The tall man says staring into your e/c into his deep brown ones. After his little speech you nod slowly with some tears still coming. 

"Hey hey I can't have my best girl crying" the fearless leader says wiping away a few stray tears. Shaking your head he smiles a bright smile, the one that made you fall for him in the first place. But that wont distract you from your goal to keep Negan from breaking his promise.

 Once Negan finally got you to stop crying he already is going for the door. That whole act you gave didn't do anything, it  wasn't enough to stop your husband. Silence takes over the room as your tears continue, taking a deep breath you say. "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO LET ME STAND HERE AND CRY!" You say waving your arms around as you go on your rant.

As for Negan he just watches you be dramatic as usual. He chuckles you stop and look at him still mad. Placing his hands on your hips smiling," Why is my girl mad now? What can I do to make you happy again?" You look up into his stupid charming face, as you slowly start to smile up at him. "I want you to let me try out some make!" You smile even more as his smile falls flat shaking his head. "Y/n really you want that? I'd rather you make me walk around in your heels!" Letting go of your hips Negan picks you up making you stop smiling. Setting you on the floor away from the door, he laughs shaking his head at you.

"Ok laugh all you want but if you leave I won't speak to you! So leave if you want Negan!" You say marching over to your shared bed, with both arms folded looking directly at the wall.  

Negan being the man he is chuckles at your childish behavior and runs his hand over his beard." Baby I know your cute as shit and everything but..DAMN! You been very needy little girl!" He says with his hands in his pockets. You don't make an effort to look at him, "If you want to leave be my guest. I won't stop you go be with one of the other women here!" You say now raising your voice which you never do. Negan face drops again he walks over to you kneeling. You don't bother raising your head, to even look him in the eye.

"Y/n...look at me." Negan says looking directly at you as you stare down at the carpet on the floor of the room. It's a really nice navy blue color which you never noticed and it's very pretty.

No movement from you due to the fact you can't bring yourself to do what he ask of you. "Oh so you think you have a choice?" He grabs your chin gently looking into your eyes. Seeing how upset you really are, leaning in close to you. "Do you really think i'd go with any of these ugly rats?" Tears slowly trail down your cheeks as you shrug. "Well I can tell you right now when I asked you to marry me I meant it. Have I ever lied to my girl? Huh?" You shake your head as Negan begin to smile at you. He kisses your nose then forehead.

The door swings open before you could say anything. Negan's head whips around to see what dumbass came in without knocking. Which is a major rule he enforces in the sanctuary except for you since. He's very used to you walking in places without knocking. And knows it's pointless to tell you not to walk into room without announcing it. 

Simon peaks his head inside without knocking, "Hey Negan I need you too look at the plans for tomorrow and Tuesdays attack...."  Simon stands in doorway looking at his clipboard with is pen sitting on a stack of paper. He looks up seeing your face and Negan's face twist into irritation. Negan stands to his full hight looking at Simon.

"Well fuck me can't I have a few minutes ALONE with my lovely wife! Without you getting blue balls without me! HUH? WHEN I'M WITH HER THAT MEANS YOU HANDLE SHIT!" Negan yells at his right hand, you look between both men seeing Simon flinch. At his scolding from his boss seeing as though he always obeys. Simon nods after Negan's rant and then, leaving Negan and you alone again.

Running his long fingers through his hair shaking his head at his braindead worker. "I swear he can't do the simplest shit without me! Fucking asshole ruined the moment for me!" Your husband says sighing deeply as he turns back to you. "I'm sorry sweetheart. But you see what I have to deal with that's why I was going to leave. You know if I could I would just stay with you all day."

He gets down to your level holding your hand, brushing his callused thumb across your tear stained cheek. A smile graces its self across your lips, at the gentle touch from Negan. Looking into his eyes as he smiles down at you. "So does this mean you can stay with me today...." You ask with a small but hopeful smile. Negan laughs deeply and nods saying, "You are so damn luck I am in love with your sweet ass." With a squeal of excitement you pull him into a deep kiss. Which makes him REALLY want to stay.