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Daughter!Reader x Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 4. Bow Boy

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After way too many chapters the reader will now meet our favorite archer.

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In the weeks that followed you had become adept at moving through the dead. You had set up a little place closer in the city for yourself, complete with a crappy veggie garden on the roof of an apartment complex for yourself. Only Tomatoes, Onions, and Lettuce seemed to grow up there but it was better than nothing. You had built up a steady collection of books, turning one of the abandoned apartments into a library. You treated the zombie books as if they were comedy. ‘If only they knew’ you’d think looking at your wardrobe which consisted of some comfortable pieces to lounge around your hideout in and a bucket of cloths stewing in guts for when you went out. It proved beneficial to leave the home smelling freshly dead.

You were trying to build up a collection of canned food, meant to get you through the winter, but it wasn’t enough and with your last crop failing you knew it was back to foraging for at least the next three months. You had an old calendar broken up and spread across your floor. If you could fit seven cans on each page then you’d be fine...but seven cans was all you had, not including the dog food. The only good thing is that food was the only thing you had a hard time coming up with.

You were wandering through the streets again in your walker gear, your bag empty, aside from some old seed mix you took from the pet store. The snow had begun to fall making being discrete more difficult as the dead would often get stuck or fall over, which wasn’t an option for you. ‘Maybe when it gets heavy I can wear my normal clothes.’ you thought.

It was no use, the sun was setting, and traveling deeper into town would prove a fruitless effort if you got caught by the dead. You backtracked to a bank. The doors were broken and bloodied and ripped sleeping bags lined the ground, but what you came here for was the boards on the windows. You ripped some filling from a sleeping bag, shoving it into your ruck-sack, and moved to the windows.

You got the first board down but the click of a gun stopped your movements. “Turn around. Slowly” a man with a southern accent spoke. You did as he said, turning around with your hands raised. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. Before you stood Rick Grimes, along with a man with a crossbow and a woman with dark hair pulled into a tight pony, pointing a familiar rifle at you.

“Hey...Rick was it?” you nodded to the woman “Glad to see you got some use out of that rifle.” It took a moment for it to dawn on Rick who you were, at which he couldn’t contain his chuckle at your overly friendly attitude.

“I didn’t recognise you with all that filth on your face, then again I never got your name.”

“I have reasons to prefer it that way,” you smiled at him.

“Look, can you leave those blanks? We need to camp here for the night.” He asked, not putting his gun down, but you didn’t judge.

“I need the wood,”

“Let’s just kill her” the man spoke up, stepping closer then visually wincing. You looked him over quickly and noticed his leg was bleeding badly.

“Your hurt,” you spoke, locking eyes with the man. After a glance over the rest of them, it seemed they had been through a war. Maybe that’s why they decided to stay “I can help with that if you let me. I have a safe house not too far from here.” you said, nodding to the man behind Rick. “In return you guys just gotta help me carry up some planks to make a fire.”

“No” the woman behind Rick spoke.

“Yes,” Rick interjected. He turned to his group, his back to you which seemed to make them trail their weapons on your head. You took a step back for their sake. “If she says she can patch Daryl up then she can.”

“Why do you trust her?” the woman asked, not taking her eyes or aim off of you for a second.

“It’s a long story,” he whispered “But we’re cold and exposed out here. So I say we take her up on the offer.”

“Can I go back to getting my wood now?” you interrupted them. “It’s getting late and it’s hard to navigate in the dark”

“Yeah,” Rick said, turning back to you. You turned and started pulling the planks off the windows, now with Rick’s help. The other two took a moment to join you too, pulling a couple planks off the wall. Between yourself and Rick you had a few days worth of wood, while the woman was busy helping the second man who was limping. You lead them down to an old red-brick building, leading them to the entrance to the basement.

“It’s ten flours up,” you said, unlocking the gate and motioning the group to go down. “You’ll sleep like babies after.” Once inside the planks were offloaded onto you to carry the second man up the floors. Once on your floor, you dropped the planks onto the ground, finding an oil-lamp in the moonlight and turning it on. The group looked even more exhausted now. You held out the lamp to Rick and nodded to the door to your left. “My bed’s in there. Get him laid out. I’ll be on the roof.” he took the lamp from you. You grabbed two planks and walked past them “Don’t take my food there’s not enough” you called as you passed them.

You opened up the roof, finding what was left of your garden, some plastic boxes collecting snow, and a fire pit you had jerry-rigged out of a sheet of metal, an old lamp, and a punch of wire hangers twirled to suspend a pot that had filled with snow. You grabbed the hatchet you had found from it’s space by the door and got the filling from your bag and started a fire using a lighter. As it burned you went back to the entrance way to the roof, where you kept the bucket of guts for your walker gear and a small cupboard with clean clothes in it and some pieces of cloth. By the time you had peeled off the layers, the snow had turned to water. You poured some out into a neighbouring pot full of snow, cooling it.

As you were washing the gunk off your skin and out of your hair you heard the door open. It was the woman. “I’m so sorry” she yelped, closing the door.

“What is it?” you yelled just before she closed it again.

“We were wondering what was taking you” she answered. “You didn’t mention you were bathing.” you wiped the blood from your arms, your skin reacting to the sudden heat and cold.

“There’s a pot on the stove in my kitchen. Can you bring it up?” you called. She replied positively before fully closing the door. By the time she came back you were fully clean and redressed in some red pants, a black shirt, a yellow hoodie, and a pair of slip-on shoes you’d designated as your house shoes. She held the pot from behind the door, you walked over and opened the door, finding her with her eyes closed. “I’m dressed,” you said, taking the pot. You got some snow from the bins and emptied the last of the water into the new pot. You picked it up.

“I’m Tara, by the way” she spoke up as you walked back towards her.

“I didn’t ask” you replied, walking past her “close the door” you were down one flight of stairs with her behind you when you stopped short, looking over your shoulder. “Sorry, it’s just...safer to not exchange names.” Tara nodded at you

“No, I get it.” she smiled at you meekly. The two of you continued down the stairs. “How do you know Rick?”

“I tried to kill him,” you said plainly, pushing your door open to see Rick and the other man, now sitting on the couch. “I thought I told you the bed.” You said, putting the pot of hot water on the coffee table. “Where’s the wound?”

“His calf,” Rick replied, watching you walk into the kitchen. You threw open one of the presses and to the shock of the other three, it was over flowing with medical supplies. You grabbed a familiar first-aid kid, a bottle of antibiotics, some bandage, and gauze.

“Great. Take off your pants.” You unintentionally slammed the doors closed “Or just roll up the leg of your jeans. Either way, I need a look at it.” The man bent over and rolled up the jean leg.

“Where did you find all that stuff?” Rick asked. You picked up the man’s leg and placed it on the coffee table, shoving the pant leg up.

“Around” you replied as you cleaned the matted blood from the wound. It was a rather deep cut and it didn’t look good. “You’re gonna need stitches, and I’m gonna have to open it up more.”

“The hell you mean open it up more!” The man shouted

“To make sure it’s clean, numb-nuts. How’d you get this?”

“We jumped out of an office window” Tara spoke up. “Daryl got caught on the fire escape.” Now that made you laugh. That fragile-looking man, that baby-faced girl, and this rough-looking redneck is the one that gets hurt.

“Old steal.” you signed dramatically “I gotta clean it properly.” you spoke, opening the first aid kit to show it full of medical tools. Mainly single-use tweezers and scissors. You took some scissors and cut up some gauze, “It’s gonna hurt. Need a towel to bite on?” you asked, using a pair of tweezers to pick up the gaze and soak it in the steaming water.

“Fuck you” Daryl cursed. You positioned your free hand over the wound, pushing it open slightly, causing him to wince.

“As you wish” you cut back before focusing on cleaning the wound. He took it like a champ and you had him bandaged in no time. You dumped the water out the window when you were done. You laughed to yourself as it hit a walker and he grumbled up at you. You didn’t pay attention to their conversation until they pulled you into it.

“How many walkers have you killed?” Rick called over to you. You closed the window and walked back into the sitting room of the apartment,

“Why?”

“Please just answer the question,” Rick spoke quietly. You leaned against a hall and took a deep breath

“I don’t know... a lot”

“How many people have you killed?” he asked. You thought on it a moment and remembered the lady you sent a walker on back at Sanctuary

“One”

“Why?”

“She tried to kill me first”

The three of them looked amongst themselves as if reading each other’s minds. “We have a place-”

“No” you stopped Rick, knowing what was coming next. “I am not going to your camp, and you're not staying here. Tomorrow morning you will leave, and I will stay,” you spoke firmly

“It’s not a camp,” Tara spoke up from where she was sitting on the couch next to Daryl. “It’s a community. We have walls.”

“I’m not going” you spoke slowly, making sure every word was heard. You pushed off the wall and walked past the living area towards your bedroom. “Next door is my library. There’s another bed and a couch. Just don’t take my shit.” you closed the door and locked it for good measure. ‘They’ll take my supplies’ you thought as you crawled into bed, pulling the blankets as closely around you as possible, ‘but they won’t take me’.

The following morning you woke to see your patient out cold on your couch, with his friends on the floor covered in the blankets from the library. It was still dark out, as expected in the winter season, but you still wanted them gone. You walked past him to your door, remembering you’d left your bag on the roof. Everything up there was still in its place too.

Back in your apartment, you prepared a wonderful breakfast; half a can of soup, and some seed mix in a bowl. It tasted like crap but you knew it would fill you for the next while. “Thought you said there was no food” Daryl piped up from the couch. You turned your back to him.

“Not enough for more people” you retorted, slurping down your cold soupy-seedy mix.

“How long have you been out here?” He asked.

“Some time” you said through gulps

“Where were you before this?”

“Someplace else” you snapped, scraping the last of the mix into your mouth. Silence fell for a moment.

“Why did you help us?” he asked. You looked down into the old metal sink as if it had the answers. You used to do the same with the neck of a vodka bottle at sanctuary. They never had the answers. ‘Old soldiers don’t forget their training?’ you thought

“I don’t know” is what you said.

The other two woke not long after. Rick looked at your cabinet than at you before approaching you. Before he could speak you opened it up and pulled out two changes of bandages. “For Daryl,” you said, “Now get out.”

Three days later you were coming back to your home from another run, finding some clothes and chocolate powder but no food. With the seeds, you could stretch your rations to another week but it was still tight. That was when you saw a small pile of cans in front of your door. Eight in total. Soups, peas, beans, apple sauce. Among the cans, you found a small note. ‘From Alexandria’ it read. You thought of the ramifications that might have to your security and how that they’ll probably pay a price for not having enough food for your father this week, then one of the tins read /FAVOURITE SOUP/ and your stomach won over, demanding you to start a fire this minute and warm that can of delicious right up!

You were grateful for the first time. Alarmed the second time. Tired of it by the third time. They would come every week with cans and tins of food. When you expected the next delivery ‘from Alexandra’ you stayed home, sitting on the floor watching the door. The sun had been up a while and you were certain they weren’t coming when you heard heavy steps, followed by the sound of tin knocking off each other. You opened the door quickly, startling the delivery man in the process.

“Howdy, Bow Boy” you spoke to Daryl who had the bow pointed at your face. “What’re you doing?” Daryl slid his crossbow back into place.

“ugh...Feeding ya?” he said, a little embarrassed about getting caught. “I figured you’d be out, scavenging.”

“I usually am but some homeless-looking guy keeps bringing me food” you smiled sarcastically.

“Well he sounds like a gentleman,” he said, picking up the cans and offering one to you.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, closing your eyes in annoyance.

“You need it,” he spoke plainly. You pushed your door open and motioned for him to follow.

“Put the cans on the coffee table” you said, going to your medical supplies and pulling some things out and placing them on the counter. “I am not taking any more charity. We are going to trade.” He looked over what you were pulling out.

“Are you sure?” he asked. You nodded sternly.

“You ain’t leaving me short, so I ain’t gonna leave you short. That’s the terms.” you held out your hand to him. “Deal?”

You parted with a lot of medical supplies, some soaps, two blankets, and a box of cutlery. You would have given him more but he couldn’t fit any more in his bag. You’d just have to find him better stuff next time.

Riding into the Sanctuary on his bike, Daryl was greeted by some saviours. He emptied his bag, claiming to have found the pieces. Everyone was overjoyed at the supplies and the fresh blankets went to Rodney and his new-born. Heading back to his quarters he was approached by Lauren. “Daryl! Daryl, it happened again. Some asshole robbed some of our cans”

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stardust-walker · 4 years ago

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High Hopes: Chapter 13

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

word count: 3358

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Dove had nearly jumped out of her skin as a gunshot rang out through the quiet forest. Her hazel eyes had snapped straight to Lori who came to a halt and looked around like a startled animal. “You hear that?”

Daryl spoke up from the head of the group, “We should keep movin if we wanna get back before dark.” He kept the group moving as best he could and Dove waited as Carol walked over the other woman.

“Cmon, Lori,” Carol spoke softly as she placed a hand on Lori’s arm, “Let’s get goin. I’m sure everyone’s just fine.”

Maybe it was motherly instinct, but it didn’t take long for Lori to stop again.

“We all heard the gunshot, Lori,” Daryl spoke up again.

“Why just one gunshot,” Lori sounded panicked. Dove thought she had a point.

“Maybe they took down a walker.” Daryl also had a point.

Lori scoffed, “Please don’t patronize me. You know Rick wouldn’t risk a gunshot to put down one walker.”

Dove sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “Maybe he didn’t. Maybe it’s someone else further off? Some people might not know that sound attracts them.”

That didn’t help soothe Lori’s worries at all, it seemed, since she just stared at the younger woman. “Anyone in our group would do it quietly, you know that.”

Carol rubbed Dove’s arm lightly, “Shouldn’t they have caught up with us by now?”

“Nothin we can do about it anyway,” Daryl started to look around the woods. He was keeping his cool surprisingly well. “Can’t go runnin around these woods chasin echoes.” Lori questioned him yet again and he just shrugged. “Keep workin our way back to the highway. Look for Sophia as we go.”

Dove nodded her head. That definitely sounded like a better plan than wandering around the woods following a gunshot that they could barely tell where it came from.

Andrea spoke up,” I’m sure they’ll meet up with us back at the RV.” The most sense she’s made all damn day.

Any positive thought that Dove had towards the blonde woman quickly left her head as she stepped towards her sister. “I’m sorry for what you’re going through,” she heard Andrea say. Dove felt Carol’s grip on her wrist tighten as she turned on her heel to face the two. “I know how you feel.” Her stomach turned. Sophia isn’t dead it’s not the same thing.

“I suppose you do,” Carol replied. “The thought of her. Out here by herself…” Carol trailed off again as Dove stepped forward and placed a comforting arm around her sister. “It’s the not knowing that’s killing me,” Carol’s voice cracked. “I just keep hoping and praying she doesn’t wind up like Amy.” Dove felt her eyes widen at this. It was a very subtle way of telling Andrea that she had no idea what they were feeling. At least Andrea knew. At least she got to mourn. All they had right now was an empty Sophia shaped hole in their lives that would either be filled with dirt or an alive, but very scared, little girl.

Andrea did not look the least bit happy as she took one of Carol’s hands in hers. “We’re all hoping and praying with you, for what it’s worth.” It’s not worth shit, Dove thought.

Lost in her thoughts, Dove took a step backward as Daryl walked closer to them. She narrowed her eyes slightly at him as she looked him up and down. She was five seconds away from losing it but what he said surprised her. “I’ll tell ya what it’s worth,” he looked between all three of them. “Not a damn thing.” Dove’s eyebrows shot up as she opened her mouth to reply, but Dixon just continued. “It’s a waste of time all this hopin and prayin. Cause we’re gonna locate that little girl, she’s gonna be just fine.” Her hazel eyes shifted towards her sister who looked just about as astounded as Dove felt. Her heart leapt up into her throat; at least there was someone else who hadn’t totally given up on the fact that Sophia could still be out there somewhere. “Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord.”

The corner of Dove’s mouth quirked up into a small smile as she met Lori’s eye. The other woman looked just as amused as they started off after the redneck once again. Even in the end of the world, people were full of surprises.

Dove fell back from walking with her sister and fell into step next to Rick’s wife. “I’m sure everyone’s just fine, Lor.” Dove sighed as she gave Lori’s shoulder a light pat. She turned to the older woman, a small smile on her face. “Ya know what one of Sophia’s favorite movies was growin up? Peter Pan.” Lori laughed quietly. “She loved that stupid song about following the leader,” Dove chuckled as Lori let out a small snort of laughter.

“I know exactly what you’re talkin about,” Lori smiled as she rubbed Dove’s arm. “We’re gonna find her. They won’t stop lookin until we do.” For the first time all day, Dove felt some sort of peace as her gaze fell on the man leading the group.

“I see that now,” Dove turned and forced a smile.

The woods were quiet for a while before they decided they should just circle back to the highway. It was a mess and Dove felt like she was on a different planet. She just wanted to make it back to the RV and sleep but apparently, the world had other plans.

“How far are we,” Lori sighed.

“About a hundred yards. As the crow flies,” Daryl called back over his shoulder.

“Too bad we’re not birds,” Andrea grumbled.

“Speak for yourself,” Glenn glanced over his shoulder at Dove.

She flipped him off and grinned, “Fuck yourself.” The lighter mood was broken by Andrea screaming for help. “God she’s gonna get us all killed,” Dove hissed as they ran off towards where the screams were coming from.

Her eyes almost bugged out of her head as she laid eyes on a woman on horseback. Did she just say that Carl was shot? Lori didn’t even ask question as she started to pull the pack off her back and handed it towards the younger brunette. “Wha…” Dove shook her head as she tried to take in the new information.

“We don’t know this girl,” Daryl tried to talk Lori back but she was already on the horse. Another few seconds and they were gone. Dove clutched Lori’s backpack in her hand as Daryl snapped at a walker to shut up. Her hazel eyes scrutinized Glenn and she gave him a soft slap to the back of the head as they started moving again.

“Put your eyes back in your head, Glenn.”

“Climb down out of my asshole, old man,” Daryl growled at Dale and Dove just rolled her eyes as she helped Carol over the guardrail.

“Seriously, Dale. He tried to stop her but Lori wasn’t having any of it. Can’t say I really blame her with how the past few days have been,” Dove shifted her gaze back to the older man.

“Besides, Rick sent her. She knew Lori’s name and Carl’s. She wasn’t just some random person out there in the woods,” Daryl stalked back off towards the RV. Dove leaned against the guardrail next to her sister.

Carol sighed and leaned her head on Dove’s shoulder. “We’re never gonna find her if we keep fightin.”

Dove frowned and brushed a hand through Carol’s short hair. “Definitely not figthin as much as we were in Atlanta. That has to count for something.” She felt Carol nod as she closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing again.

“You think Carl’s alright,” Carol spoke softly.

“Has to be. That woman said that he was alive. If someone’s taking care of him, he has a way better chance than most people do right now,” Dove sighed.

The first thing that the group noticed when they finally pulled back together was that T-Dog looked bad. All of them looked tired and they had all definitely seen better days, but he looked bad. Dove tried to keep her hands from shaking as she pressed a clean shirt to the man’s head. “You’re burnin up, man.”

T looked out of it as he chuckled, “Ya know, there’s better ways to tell a man that he’s hot.” Dove rolled her eyes and pressed the t-shirt into his hand as she stood up again.

Glenn looked on in worry as he pulled his hat off and ran a hand through his hair, “He alright?”

“He’s got a fever but his sense of humor is just peachy,” Dove threw her hands in the air before bringing them to rest on top of her head. She shook her head as Dale began to talk about moving on from the highway.

“I can’t do it. We can’t just leave,” Carol pleaded.

Dale shook his head, “The group is split. We’re scattered and weak.”

“What if she comes back and we’re not here,” Carol’s voice got louder. “It could happen.”

Dove shifted weight to one foot as she moved her hands down to scratch the back of her neck. “She’s right,” her gaze shifted around the group, fixated on her sister for a moment, before her gaze shifted to Daryl. He seemed to be the only one really hopeful so it was worth a shot. “She comes back, we’re not here and what? She runs off into the woods and gets herself killed? I won’t…I won’t leave. You guys all go one then. Me and Carol will stay.”

Daryl shook his head, “That’s a real bad plan. If we wanna do something, we gotta plan for this. I say tomorrow morning is enough to pull up stakes,” he continued as Dove felt Carol grip her arm. “Give us a chance to rig a big sign. Leave her some supplies. I’ll hold here tonight, stay with the RV.” He pointed towards the camper.

“If the RV is stayin, I am too,” Dale shrugged his shoulders.

“Thank you,” Carol smiled a little bit.

It did make Dove a little wary that Andrea was staying and Glenn was being sent off. “Me? Why is it always me,” Glenn rolled his eyes. Dove couldn’t help but agree with him. Dale did have a good point about the farm and T-Dog. She really wasn’t in the mood to lose anyone else.

“Get him to that farm and see if they have any antibiotics,” Dale explained and Dove nodded her head as she listened. She didn’t notice Daryl move until she heard him shuffle around.

“Why’d you wait until now to say anything,” the man shook his head as he brushed past the younger woman. “Got my brother’s stash.” Dove stepped forward with wide eyes as she took in all the drugs that were in one bag.

“I knew that fucker was methed out of his mind,” she whispered to Carol. Carol hushed her younger sister as they looked on.

“Some kick ass painkillers,” Daryl tossed a bottle towards Glenn. “Doxycycline,” Dove wrinkled her nose as she watched Daryl toss another bottle towards the Asian man. “Not the generic stuff neither. That shit’s first class.”

“Why did Merle have all this stuff,” Andrea questioned as her eyes scanned the bag.

“Old prescriptions and shit,” Daryl spoke as he picked the bag up from the hood of the car, “ And Merle got the clap on occasion.”

Carol mumbled a quiet, “gross,” from beside her sister.

Dove turned her head and wrinkled her nose at Daryl as he walked back over towards the motorcycle. She called towards him, “Ya know, I never thought I’d have to ask you to not overshare!”

Dove never particularly liked being on watch, she felt like it put too much pressure on her. Still, it didn’t feel like she had much of a choice with Daryl and Andrea out lookin again and Carol crying in the back of the RV, there was no way sleep was coming to her easily tonight. So, with a blanket tossed over her shoulder and her Walkman in her pocket, she found herself on top of the RV. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Sawyer,” Dale spoke softly as he stared out towards the road.

“Can’t sleep. Worried about Sophia. Carol’s cryin,” she trailed off as she pulled her blanket tight around her shoulders.

“Worried about Daryl and Andrea out there in the dark,” Dale questioned and she thought she saw a small smirk on his face but it was gone when she faced him.

“A little bit. But if you tell either of them about that, I swear I will push you off this roof,” she chuckled as she reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “I ever tell you about my mom?” She questioned as she placed a cigarette between her lips and took a few moments to light it. She might as well talk about a lighter subject while she could to calm herself down. Dale shook his head in the negative. “My mama was the best. Carol’s mom didn’t like her much. Her parents got divorced when Carol was small but her mama still insisted that he left her for my mom,” she snorted and shook her head. “She would call my mama a ‘no good man stealin gypsy bitch’. No of course, I had no idea what that meant when I was little so I had no idea why she didn’t like me.”

“A gypsy bitch,” Dale nodded slowly. “That’s certainly colorful.”

Dove chuckled as she waved some smoke out of her face. “A few generations down, some of her family immigrated from Romania so I guess to her it made sense.” She paused. “Carol’s mom was a hateful bitch but my mom treated Carol like she was her own whenever she came to visit.”

Dale smiled a little as he turned to look at Dove, “You guys are far apart in age, right?”

“12 years,” Dove confirmed with a smile as she stared up at the sky. She pointed her finger, “You see that star right there? That’s Spica. My mom used to sit out under the stars with me and she would always point that one out to me.”

Dale quirked an eyebrow, “Why that one?”

“I’m a Virgo,” Dove shrugged her shoulders and pulled up the sleeve of her shirt. “That’s why I got this. It’s the sign for Virgo hanging from a crescent moon. My mom loved that shit. She used to do palm readings and stuff for her friends too when she had free time.”

Dale smiled lightly. “Your mom sounds like quite the fascinating lady.”

Dove sighed and pulled the blanket tighter around herself, “Yeah…she was” She cleared her throat, “you did good back there before, ya know. Helping me calm down. I can’t thank you enough.”

“My wife went through a lot of those when she first found out she was sick,” Dale explained as he looked off into the distance. “I tried my best to help her too.”

“You did a good job,” Dove paused, “Ya know, if you wanna go down and get some rest, I got this for a little while. I think I’ll wait for Andrea and Daryl to get back. Carol might be asleep by then and maybe you can take back over,” she shifted her gaze to the older man.

He looked like he was ready to fight with her about it, but there was a look in her eyes that told him it wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t leaving this roof until she heard something. A hand on her shoulder was all she needed to tell her Dale was going to leave her in peace for a while. After a few minutes of silence, she sighed and reached into her pocket. As she slipped one earphone in, she couldn’t help but smile as she hit the play button on her Walkman. I have a dream started to play and she sank back into the lawn chair. Her eyes scanned the road and woods in front of her as she hoped for any sign of life as ABBA started to soothe her.

A clunk sound shook her out of the different world she had sunken into after she’d flipped the cassette to the B-side. She hit pause right at the peek of one of her favorite songs as she turned her head to look at the end of the RV. Her heart leapt in her chest as she saw Daryl peek over the edge at her. “Didn’t find her,” Daryl shook his head as he stepped onto the roof and Dove sank back into the chair that she didn’t even notice herself rise out of.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as Daryl sank down to the roof beside her, his legs hanging over the edge of the roof of the RV as he stared out into the woods. It was silent as Dove held her pack of cigarettes out to him and waited. “Least you tried,” Dove mumbled as she started to fiddle with the crystal around her neck.

“Found a guy out there. Poor bastard hung himself but didn’t shoot himself in the head,” Daryl grunted as he shook his head.

Dove rubbed her forehead, “Anyone ever tell you that you’re real bad at starting a conversation?”

“Nah,” Daryl shrugged his shoulders as Dove raised an eyebrow at him.

Dove stared blankly for a moment, “Was that…was that supposed to be a joke?” Daryl’s answer was a shrug and Dove’s response was a short chuckle.

She watched as he sat up slightly and reached into his pocket, “Meant to show you this before. Found it when I was searchin through one of the cars when we got back from lookin before.” Dove stared at him as he pulled a small chain out from his pocket and held it out of her.

The brunette stared for a moment more before she reached a hand out from beneath her blanket and carefully took the small chain from it. “What is it,” she squinted at it as she examined the small charm that hung from the chain.

“St. Anthony pendant. One of the cars had it hangin from the rearview so I grabbed it,” Daryl flicked his cigarette out into the road. “Patron saint of lost things. Figured it couldn’t hurt. They weren’t usin it anymore anyway.”

Dove just stared at the small pendant in her hand and wiped at her face as she felt tears spring up in her eyes. There was a sharp intake of breath as Dove nodded her head before pulling the pendant over her head and settled it right next to her crystal. “Thank you,” she trailed off as she stared out into the woods. She sniffled again as she cleared her throat. “Should probably go get Dale so he can take over again. Told him I’d only keep watch until ya’ll got back and I don’t want him bein nosey.” Daryl laughed at that. Dove sighed as she rose to her feet and she looked back and forth from the woods to her feet as Daryl stood up and they walked to the ladder together.

“You wanna go down first,” he motioned with his hand.

Dove nodded and chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. “Yeah.” She paused before she reached forward and wrapped one arm around Daryl in an awkward sort of hug. She felt him tense up during the brief second, just as she felt the tears start to roll down her face. “Thank you, Daryl,” she smiled softly as she gave his arm a squeeze before she descended down the ladder.

She wasn’t surprised to see Dale and Andrea waiting around the front of the RV as she rounded the corner. There was silence between everyone as Dove looked back down at the ground before she shuffled forward and into RV as Daryl held the door open. She heard lighter footsteps on the roof as she settled down in bed next to her sister and she was somewhat comforted by the fact that Andrea was on watch and not Dale. The poor old guy needed some rest; hell, they all did.

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thewalkingdead-fan101 · 5 years ago

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In This Hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 4/??

Hey Guys! Part 4 is here! I really hope that you guys enjoy it! I also apologise if something isn't written correctly. :) Warnings- General Walking dead warnings, Blood, Gore, Swearing.

Opening my eyes, I sit up uncomfortably as I stretch.  Last night, the group had a restless nights sleep… well more so than usual. Daryl left in the middle of the night, to look for Sophia, and still hasn’t come back. Carol was up all night crying…  Not that I blame her, Her daughter is missing. "Morning." "Morning Carol." I smiled softly. "Where's Daryl?" She asked watching the door behind me. "He left last night, and went looking, still hasn't come back that I know of.” "Oh.. My, I am so sorry." "Don't be.. He is a grown man, he can handle himself." "I really do appreciate this." "I know that if it was my child out there you'd help to find them." She softly smiled nodding, then hugged me. "I'll see what's going on." I smiled and walked out. I look out and seen Daryl, leaning against the traffic barrier, exhaling smoke.  We locked eyes from across the car wrecks. “At least he is okay.” I said under my breath. I walked over to where the everyone was gathering supplies for their search party. “Morning Glenn." I smiled, walking past. "Everyone. Come here." We all walked towards where Rick was. He unfolded an arsenal on the hood of a car. "Everybody takes a weapon." "These aren't the kind of weapons we need. What about the guns?" Andrea asked, "We've been over that. Daryl, Rick and I are carrying. We can't have people popping off rounds every time a tree rustles." My brother answered "It's not the trees I'm worried about." "Say somebody fires at the wrong moment, a herd happens to be passing by. See, then it's game over for all of us. So you need to get over it." Shane said. "The idea is to take the creek up about five miles, turn around and come back down the other side. Chances are she'll be by the creek... It's her only landmark." Daryl said. "Stay quiet, stay sharp. Keep space between you, but always stay within sight of each other." "Everybody assemble your packs." Shane announced. They better not think that I'm staying here. "Shane" I ran after him. "Yeah?" He asked.  Before I got the chance to say anything, arms wrapped around me and started to carry me away. I didn't scream because Shane was laughing as soon as it happened, so it wasn't a walker. I was put down away from everyone. "How-" My back was pushed against a car, and his lips crashed to mine.. I bit his lip, not hard but not soft. "What was that for?!" "For not letting me know that you were okay…” I said sweetly. “Ya don’t need to worry about me.” “I do though… I worry about you.” "I'll see ya later." He said softly kissing my neck. "Huh?" "You're gonna be staying here while we look for Sophia." He continued. I rolled my head back. "Okay… I will see you when you get back.” I closed my eyes and the sensation stopped. My eyes shot open to see Daryl, running towards the group. I scoffed when realisation hit me. He hit me where I was most vulnerable… I smirked, that asshole. I walked back to the RV. "Why are you so happy?" "That man... Deserves an award for that." We looked at each other and laughed. "Where's Dale?" We both got up and looked atop the RV. "Ain't you supposed to be fixing that radiator? What if they come back with Sophia and Rick wants to move on right away?" "I had it fixed yesterday." "What? What was all that rubbing and sanding for then? That just bullshit?" "Yeah, that's one word, another word would be pantomime. Just for show… No one else needs the know that." "Pantomime…” T-dog sighed. "If the others know we're mobile-" "They'd just want to go." I answered. "So you don't think they're gonna find Sophia, that it?" "I'm just guarding against the worst. Sooner or later, if she isn't found, people will start doing the math. I want to hold off the needs-of-the-many-versus-the-needs-of-the-few arguments as long as I can." "That's one tricky hose, huh?" "Very." Dale smiled. "Look I'm going to look around for a bit, is there anything I need to look for?" "Not at this moment. But please, please stay close." Dale said. I grabbed a duffel bag I found laying on the ground earlier, slinging it over my shoulder. "Stay safe." "Will do."  I was walking around for almost two hours and the bag was almost full. I heard a shuffle behind me and turned quickly, only to see a rabbit run across the highway, I smiled and sighed when I heard a snarl. I looked back to see a walker coming my way I looked down and saw a stick, ducking down and picking it up I lodged it into its eye, over and over again, it's blood splattered all over my shirt, neck and face. I decided to walk back and as I arrived I over-heard Dale and T-dogs conversation. "What are we doing?" "Pulling supplies together." "No, I mean.. What are we doing? People off in the woods, they's looking for that poor girl and we're here. Why? Because they think that we're the weakest. What are you, 70?" "Sixty-four." "Uh huh. And I'm the one black guy. Realise how precarious that makes my situation?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "I'm talking about two good-old-boy cowboy sheriffs and a redneck whose brother cut off his own hand because I dropped a key.. Who in that scenario you think is gonna be first to get lynched?" "You can't be serious... Am I... Hey, am I missing something? Those Cowboys have done alright by Us. And if I'm not mistaken that redneck went out of his way to save your ass… More than once." "And don't forget about Andrea. Kills her own sister." "She was already dead." "Then wants to blow herself up. Yeah, she's all there." "She's having a tough time. What is wrong with you?" "The whole world is having a tough time. Damn, man! Open your eyes. Look where we are! Stuck in this mess here!" "Shhh." "Let's just go.. Let's just take the RV." "You've gone off the deep end." "I mean it, man. Why are we on the side of the road like live bait? Let's go, you and me and (Y/n). Let's go before they get back." "Oh, my god! You're burning up. Give me that! Come on! Here, take these. We've got to knock that fever down....where the hell are they?" "Dale, We are the weak links. An old man, a black guy and a little pregnant (Y/S/T) girl." I took a deep breath in and what was being said.  “Nice to know what really goes on in that head of yours Theodore.. There should be some drugs in the bag." I said throwing the duffel bag at him.  As the bag landed in front of Theodore, I noticed the two of them slowly stand up.  “Oh, my god! Is that blood?" Dale rushed over. "Yeah. I took down a walker. It’s no big deal.” “No big-“ dale started but was interrupted by a loud scream erupted from the forest. Both Dale and I hurried to the Forrest line. All of a sudden it was quiet. After about 10 minutes of standing there waiting, I was about to walk away.  "They're back." Dale said. "Carl's been shot." Glenn said stepping over the railing. "Shot? What do you mean shot?" "I don't know, Dale, I wasn't there. All I know is this chick rode out of nowhere like Zorro on a horse and took Lori." "And you let her?" Dale asked. I hugged Carol as she shook her head, after a few seconds she left for the RV. "Climbed down out of my asshole, man. Rick sent her, she knew Lori's Name and Carl's." Daryl said walking past, not even acknowledging that I was there. "I heard screams, was that you?" Dale asked Andrea. "She got attacked by a walker. It was a close call." "Andrea, are you alright?" She looked at him and the look on her face showed pure annoyance. "Let's go." We started to walk back when all of a sudden Daryl burst out of the RV, running towards us. Next thing i know is that I was being crushed in a hug. "You do know that if I can't breathe neither can the baby." I laughed softly. He pulled back mumbling something when he looked down. "Why are ya bloody?" I stayed silent. "Answer me." "I was attacked by a walker, and before you go and yell at them for it, I decided to look for supplies." "You are on lockdown, from now on, you ain't being alone." "Daryl, I’m not going to be a damsel in distress, or bait. Im not going to be in lock down.” "You're on lockdown! You ain't gonna be Bait and you ain't gonna be alone." “I guess that there is no point in arguing?” “Nah, there ain't. This conversation is over.”  We both returned to the group.  “The girl on the horse, Maggie, she gave us clear instructions on how to get to the farm. We could all relocate there.” Glenn suggested. “I won't do it. We can't just leave.” Carol defended. “Carol, the group is split. We're scattered and weak.” Dale tried reasoning. “What if she comes back and we're not here? It could happen.” She argued “If Sophia found her way back and we were gone, that would be awful.” Andrea cut in. “Okay. We got to plan for this. I say tomorrow morning is soon enough to pull up stakes. Give us a chance to rig a big sign, leave her some supplies. I'll hold here tonight, stay with the RV.” Daryl spoke. “If the RV is staying, I am too.” “Thank you. Thank you both.” Carol smiled softly at Dale and Daryl. “I’m in.” Andrea nodded. “Well, if you're all staying then I’m-“ “Not you, Glenn. You're going. Take Carol's Cherokee.” Dale argued “Me? Why is it always me?” “You have to find this farm, reconnect with our people and see what's going on. But most important, you have to get T-Dog there. This is not an option. That cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection. Get him to that farm. See if they have any antibiotics, the ones that (Y/n) found won’t help for much longer. Because if not, T-Dog will die, no joke.” Dale stated. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Daryl walk over to Merle’s motorcycle. “Keep your oily rags off my brother's motorcycle. Why'd you wait till now to say anything? Got my brother's stash. Crystal, X. Don't need that. Got some kick ass painkillers. Doxycycline. Not the generic stuff neither. It's first class. Merle got the clap on occasion.”  He tossed over a bag of assorted drugs, then pointed at me. “You, get ya stuff. You’re going with Glenn and Dog.”  “Excuse me?”  “You heard me.” He said walking away.

I ran after him.  “Daryl, I want to stay, I want to be here for Carol.”  “I don’t care what ya want.”  “Why are you acting like this?”  “Im already babysitting the others. Im not babysitting you too.”  “Are you being serious? I don’t need to be babysat!”  “You’re an easy target out here. It’s almost dark. You’re going with them.” “Daryl-“  “I ain’t arguing with ya. Get your shit.” He stalked off. I sighed in defeat and entered the RV, grabbing my backpack, making sure that I had the book that has become my new best friend, along the journey.  As I exited the RV I noticed Glenn helping T-dog into the Cherokee. Making my way towards the car, I was pulled aside and into a hug. “Thank you. For everything.” Carol sniffled into my shoulder.  “Hey, we’re going to find her.” I responded hugging her closer. I could feel her body softly shake against mine as she sobbed.  “You’re so strong Carol, Sophia needs that when she comes back. She needs you at your best.” I pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheek. “I will see you again soon.” I smiled softly. “Please, Make sure you tell Lori that I’m praying for Carl.” “I will. Stay safe.” I walked over to where Glenn was talking to T-Dog and Dale.  “You’re coming?” T-dog asked.  “I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.” I sarcastically laughed. “It may be the safest place for you. Especially in your predicament.” Andrea stated. “In my predicament?” I scoffed “I didn’t mean to offend you.” Andrea sighed pulling me in for a small hug. “It’s fine.”  “I think it’s time for you guys to hit the road, while there’s still some daylight. Dont want to be taking any wrong turns.” Dale smiled. “Dale, Just remember, Backtrack to Fairburn road, the farm is two miles down. The mailbox says Greene.” Glenn stopped.  “Fairburn, two miles down, Greene.” He nodded. “Where’s Daryl?” I asked hopeful. “Im not sure.” Dale smiled sadly.  “Make sure you’re all safe please… Thank you.” I replied hugging him, getting into the car, behind T-dog.  “I will.” Dale nodded.  Glenn put the Cherokee in reverse, slowly peeling out before turning around. As the car was turning, I spotted a pair of eyes watching, leaning against one of the trees. “Fairburn isn’t that far. Maybe 10 minutes?” Glenn spoke up, trying to fill the silence. “Is this really a good idea? I mean we don’t even know who these people are.” I responded.  “They seem normal. I mean why would Rick send someone to us if they were going to hurt us?”  “Crazier things have happened.” T-dog muttered. “Come on guys, we need to be positive. They’re helping Carl. They don’t need to.” Glenn stated.  After turning onto Fairburn Road, we continued on for the two miles.  “Glenn. I think we missed it.”  “What?”  “The farm, I think we missed it…”  “Are you sure?” He asked pulling up. “I think so? We’re looking for Greene right?” I asked.  “Yeah.” He sighed. “How far?”  “Not that far… I think it’s the one behind us, I’ll go check.” I went to open the door. “No. Daryl will kill me if something happens. I’ll just back up.” He smiled nervously.  He put the car into reverse, making sure to shine the headlights onto the mailbox when it entered our view.  “You were right… Greene.”  “Ill get the gate. There’s no walkers around, and it looks safe to me.” I smiled, jumping out and walking toward the gate, not leaving any time to argue.  “(Y/n)! Get back in the car! Glen whisper shouted from the driver side window. Unlatching the chain, I pushed the gate inwards and followed through.  “Glenn, hurry up and drive in.”  The car slowly started rolling forward, stopping a metre away from the gate. I pushed it closed and re-latched the gate before jumping back into the car. “Lets go.” I smiled. Glenn shook his head and T-dog chuckled. We drove down the road, leading towards a beautiful farm house. Stopping the car we all got out and walked up the front steps.  “You okay T?” I asked looking over as he shivered, only for him to nod. We all stopped and looked at the front door. “So do we ring the bell? I mean it looks like people live here.” Glenn looked at us. “We're past this kind of stuff, aren't we? Having to be considerate.” T-dog asked. “Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?” I jumped, looking over to where the voice came from, watching a young woman with short brown hair, stand up and walk toward us. “Uh, hi. Yes, we closed it. Did the latch and everything. Hello. Nice to see you again. We met before briefly.” Glenn rambled. “Look, we came to help. There anything we can do? It's not a bite. I cut myself pretty bad though.” “We'll have it looked at. I'll tell them you're here.” “We have some painkillers and antibiotics. I already gave him some. If Carl needs any…” “Come on inside. I'll make you something to eat.” She smiled at us. We followed her inside, to see Rick and Lori standing in one of the door frames.

“Hey” Glenn patted him on the shoulder. “Hey” he returned it. “Um, we're here, okay?” Glenn nodded. “Thank you.” Lori sighed. “Whatever you need.” T-dog added, stepping aside for me. “Lori.” I pulled her in for a hug. “(Y/n/n).” She hugged back as hard as I did. We pulled away.  “What are you doing here?” She asked. “I was overruled by Daryl. I wanted to make sure that you guys are okay…” I smiled softly pushing her hair out of her face. She laughed softly, her eyes rimmed red from the tears.  “How is Carl? What’s happening?” I asked. “He was shot, the bullet, it, it broke. A fragment has caused internal bleeding. He is having seizures and its terrifying me. This man Hershel, he is going to operate... one of his group shot Carl, he is with Shane trying to find a respirator I think... I could lose my boy.” She responded tears streaming down her face. “Oh honey.” I puled her back in for another hug.  “You Grimes’ are strong. He will pull through. Go, be with your husband and your boy. I’ll be out here.” I smiled as she nodded. “Thank you.” She said looking at me before disappearing into the room.  I followed the direction Glenn and T-dog went, entering a kitchen/dining area. “(Y/n), this is Maggie and this is Patricia...” Glenn introduced me. “Nice to meet you both. Thank you for your hospitality.” “You got here right in time. This couldn't go untreated much longer, ‘Merle Dixon’, Is that your friend with the antibiotics?” Patricia asked, looking after T-dogs arm. “No, ma'am. Merle's no longer with us. Daryl gave us those, his brother.” Glenn responded. “Not sure I'd call him a friend.” T-dog muttered. “He is today. This doxycycline might have just saved your life. You know what Merle was taking it for?” She asked. “The clap. Um, venereal disease. That's what Daryl said.” Glenn nodded “I'd say Merle Dixon's clap was the best thing to ever happen to you.” She lightly joked. “I'm really trying not to think about that.” “Lighten up T.” I smiled softly, patting his shoulder. I left the room, walking towards the front door. “Where are you going?” Glenn stood up. “To get some air, I’m only going to the porch. I promise I’m not going far.” I smiled. He reluctantly sat back down. Taking a seat on the top step, I look out over the fields, closing my eyes, taking in the night air. Hearing gravel against wheels, I open my eyes and look up, seeing headlights making their way to the house.  I run inside and poked my head into the room Rick and Lori was in. “-Rick, Lori, you may want to step out.” The man I assume to be Hershel finishes.  “I’m sorry for interrupting but they’re back.” “You stay here with him.” Hershel told Patricia. I followed Rick and Hershel outside.  Rick and Shane shared a hug.  “Carl?” Shane asked “There's still a chance.” Rick responded. “Otis?” Hershel asked. “No.” Shane shook his head. “We say nothing to Patricia. Not till after. I need her.” We all nodded. Hershel rushed inside with the bags of medical supplies.  I looked over to my brother and hugged him, I left Shane and Rick to talk.  Finding Lori, I sat with her and grabbed her hand, running my thumb across the back of it. “He will pull through…” I nodded. Maggie, Glenn and T-dog has joined the living room, now waiting room. After 15 minutes Rick returns with Shane. Waiting another 15 minutes he stood up. “Is there anywhere I can clean up?” Shane asked. “Ill take you.” Maggie stood up, Shane following. After an hour or so the door opened. “He seems to have stabilised.” Hershel emerged. “Oh god.” Rick breathed. “I don't have words.” Lori said huddling close to her husband. “I don't either. Wish I did. How do I tell Patricia about Otis?” “You go to Carl. I'll go with Hershel.” Rick told Lori. Hershel and Rick left, leaving, Lori, myself and the others. Lori looked over to me. “Go, see your boy.” I smiled. Glenn and T-dog were celebrating. I smiled as they laughed, even joining them before leaving the room.  My head turned and I seen Patricia sitting at the table, where she not long ago treated T-dog.  I could hear the muffled voices of Hershel and Rick, then the gut wrenching sound of desperate sobs throughout the house.  My heart breaking for the woman, the woman whose husband won’t ever return. 

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imperiusv · 6 years ago

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I - Oh, I just died in your arms tonight

I think it was during that damned pub crawl , that i first thought of you in that way, we were kinda organizing it, if i remember correctly, i was with all my gang and Dilara too and at the time i was into her, we were flirting back and forth , but i didn’t want to make a move on her, because i was insecure , that she won’t like the real me, being so fragile at the moment, I thought to myself i wouldn’t want anything like that to fuck me up even more, I needed more time to heal and develop, so yeah for the first time in my life, I ignored and rejected someone who had more sexual market value than me, it was really fun, as she wanted , but yeah that’s whole different story, so back to the pub crawl, I was with Dilara the whole evening, we even got tied up in that game, but the conversation was kinda boring and stale , so I quickly proceeded to get wasted, to make her more interesting, all my squad was there too, except for the germans and i think Key didn’t come,as they had gone to the one before. It was a really good night, before i got drunk as fuck, but that evening i noticed you and was the first time me thinking that you are actually kinda cool and cute. Funny enough you introduced me to Baptiste that evening,strangely for a person that remembers everything, this is something i can not recall even to this day. Halloween was quite a special day for me on that day I finally came to accepted that i had a crush on you . That’s why my ringtone for you was that ariana grande song you hated, focus, because I finally focused on you, that you are something special, a fucked up girl I thought I could fix and in fixing her, perhaps mend my own wounds and fix myself, never have I been so wrong. I did save you from the Pit, pulled you out at the cost or my very soul, you of course repaid me in kind , I traded my freedom and who I was for you. A mistake I will never forget or forgive myself for. It was a really posh evening , you making my make up and stuff, me making dumb jokes, cuz i didn’t know how to act around you, it was all really cute, i didn’t even realize it at the time,when we went to Indie, we all had a good time, that turkish/french girl wanted to fuck both me and Timur, but he pussied out in the last second and we didn’t have a threesome that time , which sucked, cuz she was really hot that evening and probably things between us would have been different, imagine how something so small can change a lot of stuff down the line, everything has consequences that ripple in time and change your world. We went to shots after the party, I didn’t want to spend money in the centre, as i was already spending most of my cash on booze and other dumb shit, that winter semester i spend more than five thousand bucks on booze,parties and having fun, all the hard earned cash i got in Germany, also i prefer your company rather than being with the others, which worked out great , as we clicked and had always a good time when it was just us. We tried that stupid weird game as i wanted to challenge you to do something with me, but we were too wasted and the music was too loud to hear one another, funny thing that the entire evening the slovaks were stalking us and later she was complaining. The next big episode was the famous couples party that we hosted together for sure, we arrived for our own party fucking wasted, as you even recorded in your diary, by that time i was already really hooked into you, after the traffic lights and Halloween party, I remember at that bloody party , that i was looking so desperately for your match , the whole kissing thing - to find your famous partner ( Shrek and Fiona,Cleopatra and Mark Anthony) i invented for you, but unlike the next such party, i didn’t have full access nor control over the drawing of the numbers, the next one was rigged af, never told you that , but i hooked up more people than Cupidonis himself. Imagine my surprise when you kissed some stranger, it was disgusting, but my fault entirely. After that i saw you kissing Alfredo in the bathroom,my heart sunk and i went outside to drown my sorrows in the vodka bottle we had hidden in the bushes, thank God for Timur. The next couple of parties you didn’t come of course - the mustache and nerds/hipsters bullshit, there was this thing with Antonio and you blowing me off , cuz i was a dick, but who cares, btw i really wrote him last year out of desperation to reach out to you in some manner to see if you still care,the fact that he didn’t even bother to reply, proves what kinda of scumbag shitty slug he is - a disgusting spineless person and a liar, he never fucking came close to kissing Justyna , let alone banging her,what a sad joke that fat wanker was and still is! So yeah through malus I managed to get you to come to the preparty at Etienne’s place for the i think it was a bad taste party or some other shit. It was such a great evening, that you ruined or I ruined , idk who is to blame, me having feelings for you or you being a slut. The whole squad was present, even fucking Pierre came , it was glorious , a night full of booze, laughs and good times, until you decided to make out with Alfredo again in front of everybody and more especially me , even after i tried to stop it from happening, I remember you said that he kissed you and you didn’t want to. but i was too wasted to remember, so yeah i was rage incarnate, damn I had so much fucking anger in my during those months and the ones after, it was like I can’t even comprehend now how can someone be some enraged all the time,i was never calm , just a whirlwind of emotions , a tornado and a volcano in one, losing complete control over the slightest of mishaps happening , i really had no control over myself back then, but yeah , praise the Emperor, that Timur saw what I was about to do and stopped me on time, or i was gonna make an even bigger fool out of my self , punching that smug Italian faggot in the face for something that was not his fault. I ended up with Dilara in Blackroom ,but she didn’t want to play second guitar and i wasn’t in the mood to even talk to her, so she went home with some guy and as I was drinking outside, minding my own business, trying to make sense of it all, guess who came crying. You were really upset and embraced me and cried,never felt so low as you told me why you were crying, i couldn’t hold it any on and added gasoline to the fire, by confessing my feelings for you, such a beta move that was, what was I thinking or drinking. Couple of days of drama and then came my birthday, to which you actually came and brought me a cake, it was one of the sweetest things someone has ever done for me,at that time we were already good friend and texting back and forth all the time , even before we were together we had around 500 000 messages between us, which i do not know how it’s even possible. But yeah the first birthday party, it was all good, until you pulled out a Victoria and vanished on me, again i was left with a thumb in my mouth, looking like a fool. The second Birthday party was actually Timur, Ouriel and mine’s , we did it cuz we wanted to get wasted and i didn’t want to celebrate together with them, as my redneck friends didn’t like Erasmus people and Timur needed a reason to get wasted then and on the first of December which is his actually birthday, so technically only Pussiel’s , but yeah whatever. It was in Yavuz’s place you didn’t want to come , but we managed to get you there , you and your green umbrella - weeks of flirtations and tension building up to the event, finally shit was going down. The party was wild, around 40 people in a top floor flat , we had hit up a casino with Timur on the days prior and had won some good money , we bought so much booze and even a disco ball , also got some amateur DJ to play EDM. I was trying to avoid you, but then you came to me and we started talking. Soon i went from golden to drunk, and being wasted, i let go of all the dumb things that held me back , like what would people say and how will everyone react i was finally brave enough . As i looked deep into your eyes , i remember how you bit your lips and said this will ruin everything. And it did. I took your face into my hands and Ausculor we made out probably for a good two- three minutes. But at the same time it felt like eternity and few seconds, i couldn’t really tell, my dopamine and Oxytocin receptors were exploding Inside my brain, i felt like i was high, better than cocaine, booze or whatever, we connected, body mind and soul. Release. My knees were soft , i was euphoric , literally felt like the best thing ever. You just had kissed me. As i want to end up every story with something positive i will end it here. The next one will continue right off the bat from this one and will cover up the next couple of months as they were crucial for the whole story. It must’ve been something you said I just died in your arms tonight It must’ve been some kind of kiss I should’ve walked away, I should’ve walked away

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dustneedle48-blog · 6 years ago

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How It Ends Review

For better or worse, AMC?s zombie-smashing megahit The Walking Dead�has long become the most popular depiction of the post-apocalypse. What comes after the end of everything is a popular topic in the collective unconscious these days (can?t imagine why), and The Walking Dead�is the entertainment entity that has had the longest time to explore it.

And that?s always been the problem with The Walking Dead, it loves to explore the emotional, social, and political ramifications of society?s collapse. And my God it has tons of time to do so. The show is so in love with what it means to survive the unsurviveable that entire seasons of the show pass with thousands of bullets fired, dozens of philosophical conversations had, and absolutely nothing learned.

At first glance, Netflix?s apocalyptic action drama, How It Ends,�seems like a response to the overly ponderous zombie-filled rumination on The Nature of Man? and What It All Means�. The apocalypse hits fast-forward in How It Ends. An unknown cataclysm on the West Coast turns off the lights and shuts down the internet and cell signals worldwide in about 15 minutes. Five minutes later the entire world is Mad Max: Fury Road�with Cadillacs on I-90 instead of war rigs on an African desert path.

Hilariously implausible? Yes. A death sentence for the movie? Not necessarily. What is a death sentence, however, is how punishingly, infuriatingly boring the apocalypse turns out to be. Give How It Ends�credit for not wasting our time and getting to the end of the world within a quarter-hour. Give it absolutely no credit for then somehow making the end of the world an absolute 120-minute chore to slog through.

Theo James stars as Will, a young man living in Seattle with his beautiful and perfect wife Sam (Kat Graham). We don?t know precisely what Will does for work, but he calls it ?the firm? so undoubtedly he?s very important and cool. Will has business back in Chicago so after a work meeting, he intends to pay a visit to Sam?s father, Tom (Forest Whitaker) and mother Paula (Nicole Ari Parker) with the intent of asking Tom for his daughter?s hand in marriage. Tom is a doting father, former military man, and monstrous prick. He hates Will for having the audacity to unconditionally love his daughter for years, not making enough money (but the firm!), and moving to Seattle. It?s a rough dinner for Will and the following morning is even rougher because uh?the apocalypse suddenly happens.

For a film called How It Ends, How It Ends�is completely unconcerned with the how of anything. Bad things just kind of start to happen and Tom, type-A butthead that he is, immediately knows that he must make the 2,000-mile drive to Seattle to rescue his Sam. http://tinyurl.com/y88bjbv3 decides to tag along because there?s paternal catharsis out in them there hills.

The majority of How It Ends�takes place on Interstate 90, which despite being closed by the federal government for safety reasons, it still seems to be populated by thousands of generic redneck villainy, who look like they?ve been living off the land for 40 years. Will and Tom spend a lot of time alone in Tom?s Caddy, speeding along a mostly barren landscape and needlessly challenging each other?s manhood.

http://bit.ly/2PkrNcl ?s hard to criticize James and Whitaker?s performances because there is really nothing to perform. Will and Tom are empty archetypes and not even interesting ones at that. Tom is the typical aging badass whose military training and fierce love of family will help him overcome any adversary. Just once, I?d like to see a post-apocalyptic drama in which the most powerful and useful character is a tiny nerd with a bad thyroid and PhD in modernist avant-garde literature of the 20th century.

Will alternates between helpless and killing machine as the plot dictates. James is charismatic enough but has the wrong physicality for the role. He?s far more imposing than any of the threats the two come across, but by plot necessity can?t quite seem to accomplish anything correctly until the third act when he suddenly must.

Also the scrunched timeframe and accelerated apocalypse goes from a strength to a weakness pretty quickly when it becomes clear just how accelerated the timeline is. The movie offers helpful ?Day 2, Day 3, etc.? subtitles throughout the proceedings and each one is funnier than the last. Viewers are treated to events that wouldn?t appear out of place on The Walking Dead?s�100th episode only to then be greeted by the star text ?Day 3.? It?s like that Will Ferrell era Saturday Night Live skit where the teleprompter goes out and society collapses.

Also for men who are singularly focused on finding the woman they love, Will and Tom sure make a lot of pit stops. They stop for gas and take on a barely willing mechanic, Ricki (Grace Dove). They stop at Will?s friends house and load up on what seems to be like nine years of supplies then stop again not five minutes later for more. Will and Tom?s only consistent characteristic, and only consistent motivation, is that they are in an action movie. Any outside emotion, motivation, or stimulus that would interfere with that is ignored. Even when they reach a level of understanding, it?s because they are in an action movie and required to do so, not because the two men have found any meaningful middle ground.

Visually, How It Ends�mostly works. Director David M. Rosenthal (of the upcoming Jacob?s Ladder�remake) knows that America on fire should be bitterly pretty. The landscapes across northern I-90 blend together but Tom and Will?s little Cadillac is placed well within them. The few action set pieces are clear but clich� and under characterization from those involved robs them from any poignancy or power.

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failure2connect · 7 years ago

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Fireworks

Fireworks were invented in medieval China and China remains to be the largest producer and exporter of fireworks in the world. It makes up something like 60% of the entire country’s economy.

I think that’s great and I’m happy our holiday cheer can put so many Chinese people to work. But it’s the conservatives I worry about every 4th of July.

Are you losing sleep over it? Are you experiencing any mental anguish because your precious nationalism is only fueling a foreign, communist economy? Sincerely, reconsider, for your health. Because the facts are that almost everything you buy is made in another country. At least 50% of it from China.

But if you pluck your head out of your ass long enough to smell the roses, you’ll see that it’s ok. You are actually contributing to the preservation of America’s nature.

Of course, we’re now letting that slip through the cracks under the guidance of our current administration. A commander in chief OBSESSED with bringing jobs back to America, no matter the cost, no matter the physical health of the citizens we are putting back to work in various coal mines, aboard numerous fracking rigs and whatever else you rednecks prefer to earn your money doing. But previous to this administration, we had the right to keep national landmarks, national parks, purple mountains majesty, whatever, in pristine condition. You know, for the next generation to enjoy. Like all you dumb fucks have had the opportunity to do. And of course that was all in the name of clever trade deals that allowed any other foreign country’s land to carry the weight of massive industry.

Let me get back to my original point, which I’m not sure was clear from the first couple of paragraphs in the first place.

Your nationalist pride is for shit. This “we’re #1” crapola is embarrassing because we’re not! We’re sort of awful and we’re worse now than we’ve been since the Reagan era.

And before you haul off and tell me specifically all the terrible things that Obama did during his 2 terms, I’d like to say one thing: I fucking know!!! I know about all the dirty little deeds being done behind closed doors. I know about the crooked deals over oil in Iraq and Afghanistan, the blowjobs, the mandatory minimums, the militarization of our Police (but I bet y’all love that one), the insider trading, the organization and perpetration of 9/11 to further “legitimize” daddy’s war, the unnecessary drone strikes and the deaths of innocent people. I FUCKING KNOW!!!

But if you can tell me how any of that compares to the high level of stinky bullshit that’s being shoveled into your mouth on a daily basis nowadays, I’d be impressed. I would venture to say that if there ever was a time to be embarrassed of your American citizenship, it’s right now. What makes it so bad is how easily it was sold to you. You bought it from a TV reality show personality. A blunt force puppet for the Republican Party. Someone who I heard hasn’t stopped farting since he took office.

That’s your guy???? That’s the POTUS you’ve been praying for? That silver spoon fed, non car driving, never would shake your hand in a million years, spineless worm of a human?

I guess I’m not asking you to NOT enjoy your day off. Maybe it’s more like a proposition to take this holiday and think about what you’re going to do about this mess while you’re shotgunning Budweisers and wearing the flag as shorts or a bikini.

And for fuck’s sake, PICK UP AFTER YOURSELVES!!! Take some fucking responsibility and make your forefathers proud.

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gamebird · 5 years ago

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Actual answer: systematic classism/racism.

When a content creator sits down to create content, they cast certain archetypal roles, like ‘person who knows things’ or ‘wise person’. If you’ve grown up ALWAYS seeing that role in the hands of a certain gender, age, class, and national origin, then it is likely that you will use that sort of character to communicate to your audience what sort of character it is.

People are so used to this that when you cast someone ELSE as the ‘wise person’, portions of your audience can’t handle the cognitive dissonance (also, they may feel threatened to realize people other than their idealized elite can have agency and power). They’ll mount racist, sexist, or otherwise bigoted campaigns against your creation, ranging from a few nasty comments on AO3 to a full-blown Fandom Menace crusade.

Here’s a real life thing: I graduated from the University of Oklahoma as a chemical engineer. We had several sessions of senior level class on how to sound like ‘right’. Sounding like a redneck was not allowed. No matter how many of the blue-collar people on oil rigs or the petroleum industry ALSO sounded like redneck hicks, you wouldn’t be taken seriously as a professional engineer if YOU did. You would be, instead, seen as one of those blue-collar people.

Thus, we practiced enunciation, were filmed making a presentation, critiqued other classmates making their presentations, listened to their critiques in turn, and watched our own film to improve diction, pacing, accent, and word choice.

The choice to sound like posh British people (or whoever the upper class is recognized as) is very deliberate in some circles. Be mindful when creating content or when it seems especially hard to take a character seriously because they seem so outside the expected role.

Why are the wise wizards and witches in the party always posh British people and never like, an Australian mage. Rogue: The artefact we stole appears to be celestial in origin Outback Mage: too fuckin right mate

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Part Three: Even the Moon Has a Dark Side. (Dark Side of the Moon S05E16)

Episode Summary: Ambushed by angry hunters, Sam, Dean and the reader are shot and killed and sent to Heaven. Castiel warns them Zachariah is looking for them. He instructs them to lay low while searching for an angel named Joshua who can help them since he talks directly to God. During their search, they run into some old friends and family members. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,935.

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The first time you'd met Ash was back in the early days of hunting when John had passed away, it was a voicemail that Ellen Harvelle had left on some old phone that lead you to the Roadhouse where you first spotted the young genius sleeping on a pool table. He was one of the most interesting men you've ever met, and smartest, too. He was a redneck that rocked the mullet and cut off sleeves as his own. You were ecstatic to see the man once more after his fatal death when you were near the end of hunting Azazel. The Roadhouse had burned down to the ground, causing a few fatal deaths of hunters, Ash being one of the victims himself.

In the short time of knowing him, the man had made an impression that would last for an entire lifetime. You looked around at the little piece of Heaven that he had called all his own. Your lips stretched into a smile as you walked down the small staircase that lead to the opening of the bar you’d drank at a few times.

“My God—the Roadhouse.” You mumbled, looking around at the place to see that it was exactly as you had remembered. Sniffing the air, your smile grew even wider at the small details that were all familiar. You glanced over at the bar, half expecting to see Ellen and Jo back there, but your smile faded when it was empty. “It even smells the same.”

“Bud, blood and beer nuts—it’s the best smell in the world.” Ash said. He picked up the cape and mask up from the floor and tossed them into a chair before walking behind the bar area. He snapped his fingers and pointed a finger at you, deciding to try and be a good host. “How ‘bout a cold one? Up here, no hangover.”

“So,” Sam accepted the can of beer from the man and took a seat at the bar. You gladly opened up the can and took a drink before settling yourself down on a stool to rest your legs. “I mean, no offense—”

“How’s a dirt bag like me end up in a place like this?” Ash finished the man’s thought before he could try and figure out a way to word it a bit more nicely. Sam shrugged his shoulders and tried to nod his head slightly, admitting that was exactly what he meant. “I’ve been saved, man. I was my congregation’s number-one snake handler.”

“And you said this was your heaven?” You wondered while bringing the can back to your lips to take another sip. Ash nodded his head as he took a knife to his own drink before bringing it up to start chugging it as the foam came out first. The man took the beer down like a champ before letting out a victory burp and crushing the can. “And when the angels jumped us, we were…”

“In your heaven.” Ash explained as he tapped a finger against his temple.

“So there are two heavens?” Sam asked.

“No, more like a hundred billion. So, no worries. It’ll take them angel boys a minute to catch up.” Ash reassured the three of you. You furrowed your brow slightly as the boys looked confused from what the man was trying to say. It was so simple, but you were making Ash feel like he was trying to explain rocket science to a five year old. “See, you got to stop thinking of Heaven as one place. It’s more like a butt load of places all crammed together. Like Disneyland, except without all the antisemitism.”

"Disneyland?" You repeated after the man, not sure what he meant by that. "I've been there a few times as a kid. Trust me, that place is more fun than here."

“See, you got Samland, Ashland...a whole mess of everybody-else-lands. Put ‘em all together— Heaven, right? At the center of it all is the magic kingdom—the garden.” As said, giving you a rough layout about how things worked upstairs. Dean understood much of what he was saying, out of curiosity, he wondered if everyone got a section of their own place to call their own when they kicked the bucket. “Pretty much. Few people share—special cases, whatnot.”

“What do you mean, ‘special’?” You asked.

“Oh, you know, like...you two. Soulmates. Both of you with your puppy love." Ash pointed his fingers right at you and Dean. You could feel a tint of red suddenly start spreading across your cheeks when you looked over at the man sitting to your left. The both of you made eye contact, all before you broke it away, knowing well enough the talk about the subject wasn't paved well to find out why you and Dean were really together. "Most people can't leave their own private Idahos."

You pointed your finger at the man this time, “But you ain’t most people.”

“Nope. They ain’t got my skills.” Ash said as he gave you a wink for an added effect. “Hell, I have been all over—Johnny Cash, Andre the Giant, Einstein.”

“No way!” You said with surprise. A smile broke out across your face, eager to hear about the man’s experience with such a brilliant mind. “What was it like?”

“Y/N, that man can mix a white Russian. Hell, the other day, I found Mallanaga Vatsyayana's.” Ash said. The man didn’t sound familiar to you or the boys, causing you to ask him who that was. “Wrote ‘The Kama Sutra.’ That boy’s heaven—oh, sweaty, confusing.”

“All this was from a guy who used to sleep on a pool table.” Dean made a remark, you reached up and smacked him on the arm as you tried your very hardest not to let out a laugh.

“Yeah. Now that I’m dead, I’m living, man, a whole lot more.” Ash said, seeming more content with his new surroundings that he was using as his own personal playground to drink however much he wanted and figured out how it all worked. You asked him how he managed to find you in a place like Heaven, but knowing that big brain of his, it wouldn't be too hard for him to figure out. He pulled out a laptop from underneath the bar to show a screen filled with graphs all over the place, you winced at the piercing sound coming from the speakers. “I rigged up my very own holy-rolling police scanner. That’s angels. Blabbing Enochian, okay? I’m fluent. I heard that you were up. Of course I had to come find you. Again.”

“Wait,” You stopped the man from what you heard, he shut the laptop shut and put it back where he had found it. You gave him a look, wondering what he meant by that. “Again?”

“This ain’t the first time here. I mean, you guys die more than anyone I’ve ever met. I’ve been keeping track for the hell of it. It’s been a tie between you and Dean. But that extra kill,” Ash made a slicing motion with his finger across his throat to make his point, you winced at the memory. “Put you as the winner.”

“Really?” You asked him, surprised at what you were hearing. “Me too? Not just the boys?”

“Yeah. You and Dean were up here left and right a few years back. Felt like a hundred times. Complained about something you called a trickster that kept killing you? Whatever the hell that is. But we made the most of it. Man, you know how to party, Y/N. It was wild.” Ash said with a growing smile on his face as he threw his hands around to an added effect. You raised your brows from the fond memories Ash seemed to have, But you stared at him with a clueless look on your face, having no idea what he was talking about. “Ah, yeah…you don’t remember. God! Angels. Must’ve Windexed your brain.”

You brought the can back to your mouth from what you had heard. It seemed that some good came of what happened to you back at Mystery Spot. Sam moved his drink around for a bit and looked up at Ash, “So, uh. Have you found anybody else? Ellen and Jo?” The younger man tried to be helpful at asking a simple question to see if the Harvelle women had found peace after being put through hell. As, however, answered your question from the look that settled on his face as he quietly repeated the information. You looked away from him, suddenly becoming overwhelmed with guilt, and the thought of where the women might have ended up. Heaven was a mighty big place, you hoped they were out there, happy. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, a few months now. I’m sorry.”

“Um,” Ash was overcome with different emotions at hearing about the loss of the women. He tried his hardest to remain calm as he pressed his fists together. You watched as he inhaled a deep breath and cleared his throat, managing to get himself back to a normal state before asking a very important question of his own. “Uh, they went down fightin’?”

“Yeah—to the end.” You answered for him.

Dean looked down at his beer can to make a subtle remark underneath his breath. “Yeah. A lot of good it did.” He thought his comment had been only heard by him, but it was your lingering gaze with eyes hardening on him that made the man quickly change the subject something a bit more hopeful. “How about our folks?”

“Been lookin’ all over for John Winchester. Mary and Ella, too. So far, nada. I’m sorry.” Ash, said. You let out a sigh from the information. You were a bit hopeful that maybe since your parents had given fate exactly what they wanted, the three of you, that maybe instead of burning in hell for all eternity they could have gotten some peace that was rightfully deserved. “But, hey, there

somebody who I know for sure who wants to jaw with you. Hold up.”

Ash knocked twice on top of the wooden bartop with his knuckles before heading back to the swinging door that lead to the back of the place, pulling out a special guest, which you had no idea of who it could be. You've met a lot of faces over the years that had died at the hands of you, but the one who stepped out with her icy blue eyes, a smile spread across your lips at the familiar sight.

"Well, well, well." You lifted your beer to Pamela, a psychic who had passed away a little over a year ago, to greet the woman. You couldn’t help yourself but let a tasteless joke slip out from seeing her again under these circumstances. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

"Nice to see you again, Y/N." Pamela said, a smirk spreading across her lips at the sight of the three of you crowded around the bar. She looked over at the Winchesters, her smile growing even wider at the pleasure of seeing her handsome faces once more. "You too, boys."

You and Sam naturally gravitated to Ash to figure out how his angel system worked. Pamela and Dean went off to table that was just across from the bar, giving them a bit of privacy after the woman fixed herself a drink. You watched as the man flawlessly let his fingers glide around the keyboard as he made sense of the dozens of different wave graphs that were spread all across the screen and the high pitch frequency that went through the speakers which didn’t seem to bother him anymore.

“So, this is how you get around up here?” You presumed, leaning forward a bit more to examine his work to see if you could try and somehow many sense of this madness.

“Mm. More or less. It’s just awesome to finally have an application—a practical application for string theory.” Ash said, speaking words that you had no idea what they meant. You looked over at Sam for a moment to see if he was understanding any of this. Both of you ended up letting out a chuckle from how the redneck worked his own magic.

Dean accidentally found himself looking away from the psychic that sat in front of him when he heard you laughing. He watched as a smile, the genuine kind that he hadn’t seen in a long time, began to spread at the ends of your lips. You were always fond of Ash, from his personality and how he dressed, down to the brain of his that was hidden underneath all that mullet. While the man was enjoying the sight of you and his brother lost in some nerdy stuff As was talking about, he was quickly pulled away from his personal thoughts when someone’s palm smacked him right against the side of his head. He looked over with a surprised expression from what Pamela did, she raised her brow at him, knowing she had every right to.

“That’s for getting me killed.” She said, explaining her reason why for what she did.

“Yeah. That’s probably less than I deserve.” Dean admitted knowing well enough that he had dragged the woman into a dangerous hunt when she didn’t want to. “If it makes you feel any better, we got Ash killed, too.”

Ash snapped his fingers and threw his fist into the air to show off the rock and roll hand gesture when he heard his name mentioned. "I'm cool with it."

“He’s cool with it.” Dean repeated after the man, satisfied to see there was at least one happy soul that wasn’t bitter about having their life cut short. He let the smile slowly drop on his face as he got serious, wanting to hear more about how Pamela was taking on the after life. “So, I mean...are you good?”

“I’m good.” She answered his burning question with an honest answer that he wasn’t expecting to hear. Pamela gave him a smile. “Really. Remember my death scene—stab wound, coughing blood? You told me I was going someplace better.”

“I was lying.” Dean admitted. He had no idea what he was talking about at the time.

“You were right. My heaven—it is one long show at the Meadowlands. It’s amazing. You should see it.” Pamela said with a grin spreading across her lips when she told him about the paradise she was given. Dean nodded his head and brought his almost empty beer can back up to his mouth to take a drink, trying his hardest to try and disguise that he wasn’t all that impressed with how things really were. Pamela leaned back in her seat and looked at the man, she scoffed at his reaction. “You don’t believe me.”

“No, I do. It’s just, you know…spending eternity trapped in your own little universe while the angels run the show—that’s lonely.” Dean said, expressing how he really felt about this. “You know, that’s not nirvana. That’s the matrix.”

“I don’t know.” Pamela disagreed with him. “Attic’s still better than the basement.”

“Yeah, but…” Dean gestured around at the Roadhouse that the five of them were in. While he had to give the angels props for adding in all the right details to make it feel at home, the man still felt their cold touch of control to keep their customers happy. “You know, this place—it feels real, but it’s memorex. Real is down there.”

“Yeah, well, close enough.” Pamela said, shrugging her shoulders as she reached for her glass of whiskey to take another drink. “Look, Dean, I’m happy. I’m at peace.”

“What, you trying to sell me a timeshare?” Dean wondered, making the woman let out a soft chuckle as she looked down at the table for a moment. “I mean, what’s with the pitch?”

“I know that Y/N’s turning into a demon. Well, I knew that even before I got one to the stomach. There was something always off about her. But I know Michael wants to take you out for a test drive...and his little promise cute your girlfriend if you say yes.” Pamela said. Dean narrowed his eyes on the woman as he spoke her name in a low tone, not wanting for you to hear about this conversation for what might happen. She cut him off before he could drop the subject. “Just saying. What happens if you play ball with him—worse case?”

“A lot of people die.” Dean stated with a hardening voice.

“And then they come here. That really so bad?” Pamela asked him. The look on his face was an answer enough for the woman to realize it was. But she wasn’t done trying to win him over as she let out a sigh, deciding to go with another angle. “Look, maybe...you don’t have to fight it so hard. And you won’t be alone here. You’ll have her. That’s all I’m trying to say.”

Dean looked away from the woman at the mention. He was about to take the last sip of his drink to finish it up, but before he did, he heard your voice and broke his concentration away from the black tunnel leading down to the empty can. “Guess who’s a freaking genius?” You asked. You slapped a hand on the man’s shoulder who was sitting next to you, giving the answer before you even said it. “Ash found a shortcut to the garden.”

You and the boys gathered around the front door of the Roadhouse, getting ready to head out to the garden to meet Joshua to have a little chat. Your stomach filled with nervous energy as you watched Ash write some equation onto the door with some chalk. “All-access pass to the magic kingdom.” He said. You nodded your head, thinking what he was doing was a good thing. Ash looked over his shoulder and gave you a look. You furrowed your brow, correcting yourself that it wasn’t a good thing. “That Zach fella’s gonna be watching every road to the garden.”

“Naturally.” You muttered underneath your breath. You turned your attention away from Ash and to the lovely psychic, wanting to give her a final goodbye and an apology for what you did to her all that time ago. Pamela didn’t seem bothered about the afterlife as she embraced you into a tight hug. You squeezed her close and let out a sigh, suddenly, you didn’t want to leave this place and go back to the trouble ahead for the three of you. But you forced yourself to pull away from the woman and gave her a smile. “See you around, Pamela. It was nice seeing you again.”

“You too, kiddo. Make sure these two stay out of trouble. Especially you, Dean.” Pamela said as she gave the man a wink. She gave him a look, both of them speaking with nonverbal words, he ignored the past advice the woman had given him and embraced the woman into a tight hug to give his final goodbyes. Pamela moved on the last Winchester and gave him a hug that ended with a hard smack on his ass she’d always adored about him. You bit your lip at the sight of Sam’s shocked face at what she did. “Watch your ass, Grumpy. And stay safe.”

You nodded your head at the woman’s command before turning your attention to the man who was the reason why you even got this far. He stood up straight and looked at the three of you. He let out a sigh, “Gentlemen. Lady. I don’t mean to be a downer or anything, but,” Ash spoke his final words until the next fateful adventure. “I’m sure I’ll see you again.”

“Well, keep a sixer on ice for us.” Dean said.

You saluted a finger at the man, mumbling another thank you for everything that he did. Inhaling a deep breath, you looked straight ahead out of the front door, knowing you were just moments away from possibly settling this once and for all. This was your last real attempt at stopping the world from going under. If this didn’t work, you were screwed. You could just fling yourself right in the arms of Satan and call it a day. But you weren’t going to give up that easily. You’ve made it this far, nothing was going to step in your way. Well…

Moving from one memory to another was beginning to make your head spin after a while. Your vision was engulfed into darkness for a moment as you wandered through another path that you thought was going to lead you directly to the garden. But when your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you noticed that you were somewhere you’ve been to before. You furrowed your brow when you wandered through what appeared to be a living room. For a moment you thought it was a memory of the boys from an old friend. But with technology and furniture that looked too new to be back from their teenage years, you didn’t know what was going on.

You looked around the place to see that there were a few pictures on the wall along with some clues to figuring out where you could have been. Narrowing your eyes slightly, you took notice a collage of people hanging up on the wall, while you leaned closer to take a closer inspection of who the faces could belong to, you suddenly realized they looked familiar. One was of a couple happily smiling together and clinking wine glasses, another was on their big wedding day. And the last one that you saw was of a girl that looked to be in early twenties holding what looked to be a diploma with her significant other and parents in the picture. The people in these photographs weren’t of people that you’ve met years back. They were of you and Dean. You furrowed your brow as you quickly stepped away, wondering what the hell was going on here.

“Wait, wait.” Dean looked around the living room, his eyes taking notice of every little detail that wasn’t of a memory that he had. He thought Heaven was supposed to be about things that he had experienced. Not of fantasies that he had inside his head. Unless...they took this from the time he was kidnapped by the jinn. He was thrown into a fantasy world where his mother was still alive and you were his wife. “I know where we are.”

“Care to explain?” You asked when you grabbed the picture frame of your apparent wedding off from the wall to show him. Sam furrowed his brow and grabbed the photo to take an inspection himself. “Apparently we’re married. I graduated from Stanford with a degree in journalism?”

"The djinn case. Remember? It gave you the fantasy life of what it thinks you want." Dean tried to explain himself, you realized what was going on here as you nodded your head slowly. All of this wasn't exactly a memory, but it was close enough for Dean. It was everything that he secretly wanted, but never could have. You didn't know why, but you felt something in your chest tighten as you looked back over at the photographs of the happy couple with their smiling faces, so naive and stupidly in love. Maybe it was because that would never be you two in your life back down on earth. Dean suddenly wanted to get the hell out of here when the thought crossed his mind. "Let's go. We need to keep looking for the road again, I guess."

“Honey? What are you doing up?”

You've heard that voice before, you knew why it sounded so eerily familiar to you. Looking over your shoulder, eyes widened slightly at the almost outer body experience you were having right now. There was a woman standing in the doorway that lead out of the living room and to the other parts of the house. She was dressed in nothing more than a maroon button up shirt and messy bed hair. She had the same hair color, facial structure...the same everything as you. You realized that the woman standing across the room

you. Well, the fantasy version that Dean had dreamed about years after coming back to reality. She had every little detail about your face, it was how she came to be that made her a complete opposite of you.

“Look, I’m—I’m—I’m sorry. I love you...but you’re not real.” Dean said. He tried talking to the woman that was the fantasy that shouldn’t even be here in the first place. You cocked your head to the side and gave him a smile while you approached closer to him. “And we don’t have time for—”

“Oh, you can’t sleep?” Your doppelganger asked in a concerned tone. Your intentions of how to help him were clear from the smirk that began to creep at the ends of your lips. “Why don’t you come back to bed, and let’s see if I can do anything to help.”

Dean stared at the woman in front of him for a long moment, "You're not real."

“Of course I am. I’m what you want me be. I’m your wife, your companion, your better half...Your perfect little slut that you can use whenever you want.” Your voice suddenly grew cold from what you said last. Dean tried to get away from the fantasy woman and look for a way out of here, but he stopped dead in his tracks from what he heard. You looked over at her, the person that was supposed to be you. She stared at the three of you with a smirk. “You poor little boy. Your head’s filled with so many different nightmares. That’s why you can’t sleep. But let’s not hear about your problems. How about I tell you about my nightmare, Dean? Like the night I got possessed by Lilith and torn to shreds like a chew toy.”

Your eyes drifted away from the woman’s face to see that her shirt was growing wet as it clung to her skin. A sense of horror washed over you when you realized it was blood seeping out from her stomach, micking the wounds that you had gotten on that fateful night. “Guys,” You reached out a hand to touch Dean on the shoulder as you tugged on his sleeve, trying to make the man break his concentration away from the sight. “Let’s get out of here.”

"Don't you walk away from me." Your doppelganger hissed at the man. Dean listened to her. Slowly, he tore his gaze away from you, and with almost a fearful look in his eyes, he stared at the woman that had suddenly turned into his biggest nightmare from the things she said next. "I never loved you. You’ve been nothing but my burden. I'm shackled to you, doomed for life of misery. You’re nothing but a selfish bastard. It's always about you. Whatever Dean wants, Dean gets. You wanted me, so here I am. Look at what being with you got me."

The woman tilted her head as she blinked, only to show off a pair of malevolent black eyes that were up to no good. Her lips stretched into a devious smile at the oldest Winchester's reaction. It was nothing of horror to see the woman that he loved his entire life suddenly acting like his worst fear that he prayed would never come true.

"Dean." You whispered the man's name, forcing him to break his gaze away from the sight. You quickly shook your head as you tried to get him to focus on you, the real you. "Zachariah is just trying to mess with you. This isn’t real.”

You tried to look for any chance of escaping this place, but it was all over from that. You noticed right away every single entrance and window was bricked off. And if that wasn't enough to know that you and the boys were screwed, the lighting in the room changed, to an emerald green color. You looked around the room for a possible way out, but she didn't want you to leave. She still had so much more to say. You looked back at yourself to see that she was still staring at you with that damn smirk you wanted to smack right off her face. She blinked, letting her eyes return back to a normal shade as she continued on the one-sided conversation.

“You think the worse would be the pain of the hell hound. Having those claws rip into my skin, dragging me out of Sammy's arms. I mean, we were having a moment together, crying about what happened." You taunted the boys with a baby voice as you looked over at the younger Winchester for a moment. “The torture was pretty bad, too. But...Having your skin filleted off does get boring after awhile. So, Alistair decided to spice things up. He got you involved. And that's where you shined. You made me feel things that I never thought possible. And all those mean things you said about me.”

The second you stared at him with almost a sad expression, pretending to feel guilty. But it was just an act to get under his skin from what you were about to say next. “You know, for a second, I thought a dumb ass like you—with your GED—was right. I thought I deserved it. I mean, I'm the reason why the both of us went there in the first place. But the more I think about, the more I realized how stupid I was. All the things I did for you all you repaid me by sulking for months because you tortured a few souls. You ruined me, Dean. You made me into this monster.”

Dean stumbled away from the woman at her words, he nervously swallowed as he felt his breathing becoming heavier. You stared at him with the type of expression that made him think back to the time he first tortured you in Hell. How scared and angry you were at him for the things that he did to you with no remorse. But now it was your turn to tear him to shreds.

“I mean, maybe I’m being over dramatic here. It wasn’t all that bad being dead. There was one silver lining for those first ten years in Hell...is that at least I was away from you.” Dean tried not to listen at what you were saying. He was now across the room, patting at any loose brick he could tear away from the walls to get the three of you out of here. But he was trapped. You let out a sigh and thought for a moment about what else you could say. “Everybody leaves you, Dean, you noticed that? Mommy, Daddy...eventually it’s gonna be Sammy and I. Did you ever take a moment to ask yourself why, no matter how much you try to change the future, it always remains the same? Why, no matter how hard you try and save me, I’m only getting worse? Maybe Katerina didn’t get changed because of some sibling rivalry. Ever think about that? Maybe she let Lucifer change her into a demon because she was tired of being exactly what Michael wanted her to be. A good little girl who pretended to be normal for the sake of a man’s happiness that will never be fulfilled.”

You furrowed your brow from the mention of a name you'd only heard once before. Your doppelganger glanced over at you, she let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "See, here we go again, keeping secrets from me. As if that's gonna help. You can’t save me, Dean. I’m damaged goods. Take as I am. Or you can push me away like Michael did. Either way, you can’t save me. Not like how Daddy tried to save mommy from the big bad demon. You know, come to think of it, maybe you are like your father.” You said, your finger resting on your chin as you began to pretend and think. “A sad, broken man with a loved life doomed for failure. And I get to pay for your mistakes. Just like how mommy did. Lucky me.”

The woman stretched her lips into a toothy grin as she let out an icy cold laugh. You swallowed from everything that you heard come straight out of her mouth. Never would you say something like that. How could you? Dean was frozen in his spot, caught in his own head from the memories that were supposed to be comforting and sweet. But it was nothing short of a nightmare that he couldn’t ever produce to be wicked as this. You knew who was responsible for this at the sound of a familiar voice. As if you thought things were bad before, it was about to get a whole lot worse.

“Easy, now, kitten.” Zachariah warned your double, but you could hear his tone was lighthearted.

“Thought I smelled some misogyny in the air.” You said, your eyes narrowing on the angel when he stepped out from another part of the house and greeted all of you with his unfortunate presence. Zachariah took a spot next to your doppelganger with nothing but a smile on his smug face. “You know, this whole ploy to using me against the boys is really getting tiresome. You might want to learn some new tricks, you dick.”

"Oh you ain't seen nothing yet, Y/N. I'm just getting started with you three. Especially you, young lady." Zachariah said, pointing his index finger in your direction. “I mean, guys, did you really think you could just sneak past me into mission control?"

“You son of a bitch.” Sam nearly growled at the angel.

The younger Winchester was about ready to go over there and pumble the angel’s face in until there was nothing left but bone and blood, but he found a slight clinch in his plan. You suddenly felt yourself being pulled back into a tight embrace when someone’s hands wrapped tightly around your body. You struggled to get out when one of Zachariah’s angel buddies came out of nowhere. But it was useless, you and the boys were trapped, exactly how he wanted it.

“You know, I’d say the same thing about you and your brother, Sam, but that would be an insult to your darling mother. I was going to choose her to do this little skit. But then I got poking around in Dean’s head and discovered a whole new side of Y/N I’ve never seen. While I admit she’s a stunning image of Katerina, it’s that pesky attitude of hers that gets under my nerves every time she opens that mouth of hers.” Zachariah said. You gave him a dirty look as you rolled your eyes from his comments. “Take a look, Y/N. This is what you should be striving for. Beauty and obedience.”

“Oh, kiss my ass.” You hissed at him. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when I do anything you want.”

“Surprisingly enough, I’ve actually grown quite a fondness of you as a demon, Y/N. You're much more...interesting." Zachariah said, his voice shifting to a tone that wasn't making you feel all that comfortable. And it only got worse. Zachariah knew how to get even more underneath the oldest Winchester's skin when he found the man was staring straight in his direction. The angel lifted up a hand and softly brushed the hair from your neck, letting it fall down your back Dean could feel himself stiffen in anger when Zachariah leaned down and ever so softly pressed his lips against the crook of your neck. All while your doppelganger stared at him with a look of pleasure on your face, partly from how he expressed his discomfort at the sight. "I think we're gonna be logging a lot of quality time together. I've discovered I can bring out the real...devil in her."

"Touch me...her—whatever! Do anything to me, and I swear," You threatened him with a dark tone. You tried your hardest to try and break away from the angel holding you, he only pulled you closer. “ I will torture you in ways that'll make you scream. And not in the good kind.”

“And you can gloat all you want, you dick.” Dean added on, his fear was turning in protectiveness at what the angel was hinting at. He always liked to go for outer appearances, thinking that could knock down some of the narcissism a few notches. “But you’re still bald.”

“In Heaven, I have six wings and four faces, one of which is a lion.” Zachariah said, trying to add up the factor that he was better than all of you. You let out a laugh as you raised your brow, thinking his little description was supposed to win you over. “The three of you see this because you’re…” The angel made you grow quiet when he lightly brushed his finger down the other woman’s arm, giving her another affectionate touch to show that he could, that he had the power to make your skin crawl in discomfort. And it was just the beginning of what he was going to do. “Limited. Laugh now, Y/N. But you won’t be doing that when I get my hands on you.”

“You know, out of all the vessels you could’ve chose....you picked Grandpa.” You said. “At least with Dean I don’t have to worry about him ending our fun short. If you know what I mean.”

Your doppelganger didn’t seem to have that opinion when she looked up at the man with a smile growing on her lips. You wanted to smack the look off her face, but before you could, she had vanished from your sight when Zachariah snapped his fingers. “Let’s quit the sweet talk and brass-track this, shall we?”

“What, are you gonna ball-gag us until we say ‘yes’?” Dean asked, not seeming all that impressed with what the angel had up his sleeve. “Huh? Yeah, I’ve heard that tune.”

Zachariah gave the man a smile, but his friendly gesture was ruined when he swung a punch directly at the oldest Winchester’s gut. You called out the man’s name as you tried your hardest again to try and do something about it. But you remained as you were. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that. I’ve cleared my schedule. Get him up.” Zachariah ordered to the angel who was holding the man, only so he could do it all over again. Dean tried not to give the angel any sort of satisfaction of a reaction, but the punches were harder than he anticipated. “Let me tell you something. I was on the fast track once. Employee of the month every month—forever. I’d walk these halls, and people would avert their eyes! I had respect!”

Zachariah raised his voice until he was nearly screaming in your face, but you didn't flinch at all. You stared at the angel with a growing smirk on your lips, finding his power trip nothing sort of amusing. He slowly looked over at you, a grim smile of his own crept to the ends of his lips from what he said next.

"And then they assigned me to you. Now look at me. I can't close a deal on a couple of pathetic, flannel wearing maggots. And you…you little bitch. You’re nothing more than a mutt who needs to learn obedience. You should’ve been the easiest part of this entire plan. But, no. Everybody's laughing at me. And they're right to do it." He said, seeming to have been content with how things worked out in the end. While his reputation was ruined, he had a stress reliever that was the best thing he could ask for. “So...say yes, don’t say yes. I’m still gonna take it out on your asses. It’s personal now, kids. And the last person in the history of creation you want as your enemy is me.”

“Oh, I’m so scared—”

“Do you ever shut up?” Zachariah snapped at you, cutting you off from whatever snarky remark that was about to come out from your mouth. You were about to give him a dirty look and say something else to get under his skin. But he was already one step ahead of you. “I’ll tell you, Y/N, you may have endured the worst in Hell, and Lucifer may be strong, but I’m petty. I’ll make you do whatever I want. How for starters we make you stay quiet?”

Dean let out a chuckle from what the angel said before wincing in pain from how just talking brought him. “Good luck, buddy. Once you get her going, there's no stopping that woman.”

“Maybe you're right. Perhaps we should think outside on the box for this one. Say, did Dean or Alistair ever cut your tongue and sew your lips shut, Y/N?” Zachariah asked you. You furrowed your brow as you tried to shake off his touch when he roughly took hold of your chin. “We should start there. Because you're never getting rid of me. I’m gonna be the angel I’m gonna be the angel on your shoulder for the rest of eternity.”

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LucasxOC- Eye On the Prize

I wrote Lucas x Oc fic. I am trash, what am I doing anymore? To be honest this isn’t exactly how I wanted the fic to go. I just got so unsure as I went on and I kept wondering if I should write it as a oc or reader fic. Sighs. Maybe I’ll rewrite it.

Hiding inside a closet in the middle of a decrepit house in the middle of a bayou was not how Arin expected to spend her day, but here she was. What had started as a terrible day had quickly escalated into what could only be described as a large pile of cow dung.

First her car broke down in the middle of nowhere Louisiana. Second she got lost in the swamp while trying to find any form of human life. Third and by far the worst she got kidnapped by cannibalistic rednecks. She thought that stuff only happened in movies but apparently not.

She had awoken tied to a chair and forced to eat... she wasn't sure what it was but it definitely was not food. At some point during dinner the family had gotten into a fight. The mother, Marguerite going into hysterics when you vomited. The father, Jack, chased her around yelling at her to calm down. And the son, Lucas, the bastard threw some food at her and giggled madly at Arin when she cursed him out. "Your gonna be fun to play with." Lucas had said. "What does that mean?" Arin had asked him. Only before Lucas could reply Jack had returned to the room. His face was one of pure anger. He cussed at his son and grabbed Lucas by the arm with one hand, with the other Jack grabbed a knife. "Don't you waste your Momma's cooking, boy." Jack said and swiftly lopped his own son's hand off. Lucas sighed exasperated. However Arin let out a strangled shriek. What was wrong with this family? Jack left the room muttering something about Lucas needing to learn respect, still holding his son's hand. Lucas had trailed after his father asking for his hand back. With the entire family gone, save for grandma, Arin started to test her restraints. She managed to wiggle free from her bonds and booked it out of the dining room. She felt bad leaving the grandma by herself but she seemed safe for the moment. It wasn't long before she heard Jack's familiar yelling that alerted her that he had discovered her escape. As Arin was running around the house it was then that she discovered the other inhabitants in the house. The large charred moldy-looking creatures. One had swung at her, nearly hitting her. She let out a loud yelp while trying to avoid it. Unlucky for her she had alerted someone to her location. With quick thinking she had been able to slip past the molded and had hidden in the closet.

And that was how she got into her current predicament. Hiding in a closet, her heart beating erratically as she listened out for any signs of life. It was quiet. Taking in a deep breath to steal herself, Arin opened the door and took a quick peak around. No one was there. Arin let out the breath and walked out the closet. Now she had to get out of here. She figured she could possibly retrace her steps back from where she came. The hardest part would be getting out- She walked into a chest. Arin tried to back away but felt two arms grabbing her upper arms and caging her. "Well hey there--Hmm I don't think I caught yer name before?" It was Lucas's voice but it couldn't be him, his father had cut of his one hand and this guy definitely had two. Arin looked up to see it was indeed Lucas. How did he get a new hand? "How the hell-" Arin started but Lucas shushed her. "Yer name?" Lucas asked again. "A-Arin." She answered. "Great. You like games Arin?" Lucas asked. She nodded although she was sure she wouldn't like his types of games. "Great because have I got a game for you. And you even get a prize if you win, and I do hope you win." He smiled then. Despite her situation Arin couldn't help but think how handsome he looked when he smiled. Where had that thought come from? Of all times to be ogling a guy right now was not it. She shook her head and tried to steady herself. "What kind of game we talking?" Arin asked. "Uh-uh." Lucas said putting a finger against her lips. "I don't do spoilers."

Arin found herself being dragged from the house to what used to be a barn but now had a gate around it and party lights. The hell was up with this guy? Arin followed Lucas up some steps to a door. "Ladies first." Lucas said, stepping out of the way. Arin gave him a strange look before entering the room. The door shut fast behind her. Arin quickly turned to try the handle. It was locked. Of course. She let out a long sigh. Let the game begin. A cursory look around the room showed it was pretty much empty except for a chair and a TV. Arin went up to it and it turned on to Lucas' face on the screen. "So what's the game?" Arin asked. "You sure are impatient, aren't ya?" Lucas said. "It's nothin' too hard just a test of skill. Under the chair is a gun, yer gonna need it." He let out a quick chuckle and the TV turned off. Arin had half expected the TV to explode. She reached under the chair and pulled out a handgun. She wasn't sure what make or model. She had used a gun before a few times when her father took her hunting or to the shooting range but that was with a rifle, but guns weren't of much interest to her. She silently thanked her father and headed toward the door on her right. She started on her way but stopped when she noticed a thin line spanning from one wall to the other. The bastard put a trip wire. Arin smirked and backed away slightly. He wasn't getting her that easily. She picked up a small plank and threw it at the wire. The thing exploded sending the black flying backwards. Arin's eyes widened. It was actually rigged? "Woo you have got a good eye." Lucas' voice came out from an overhead speaker. "Are you freaking serious right now." Arin said. Arin went along with the game however, she knew she had no choice. Besides she had a feeling she'd rather deal with Lucas than Jack or Marguerite. Going through the building she found trip wires weren't the only danger here. The molded were also in the barn. Arin had found that out the hard way when when smacked her backwards into a trip wire which then blew her forward. Lucky her it wasn't powerful enough to kill her, it just hurt. A lot. Thankfully the explosion did the molded in. Finally she got to a wire door with a keypad. A speaker crackled. "That shit yer carrying, get rid of it." Arin groaned exasperated but complied. Putting the handgun, ammo and everything else she had found in the chest in the middle of the room. This time Lucas told her the code and she entered it and walked into the pitch black room with cautious steps. She was sort of surprised that Lucas was being so helpful right now- A throat cleared behind her. Arin spun around just as Lucas slammed the door closed. "Have a nice day!" Lucas called out. Arin could only watch as he sauntered back to who knows where. Arin definitely did not stand there and stare at Lucas' butt as he walked out. Looks like she was stuck in this dark room with the creepy clown. She walked over to the clown and tentatively plucked the candle from its grasp. At least now she had some light so she could see. She walked around checking the room out. There didn't seem to be any immediate danger. She saw under a archway was a birthday cake with some candles she walked over to it. As she passed the archway she got sprayed down with water. "Yeah I needed a bath right now." Arin muttered. The lights turned on, thankfully. "Alright, let's play a little game. All you gotta do is light the candle and put it on the cake." "You gotta be kidding me." Arin groaned. She walked out of the room only to be showered again. That was going to be a problem, but she had an idea that might work. Just to light the candle. Arin tried the stove and cried out in joy when it turned on. She sat down and pulled her boot off. Standing up again, boot in one hand, candle in the other she lit the candle and used her boot to shield it. She walked under the archway, promptly getting soaked for a third time and lifted her boot off the candle. To her luck it was still lit. She did a quick jig to get her boot back on without sitting down and sat the candle down with the others. 'Got a light?' "Fuck yeah I do." Arin said triumphantly. The sudden realization that the cake was ticking hit her like a ton of bricks. The small explosion also hit Arin like a ton of bricks. She landed flat on her back, her head colliding with the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut in pain. She heard laughing coming from above and opened one eye to see Lucas crouching over her. "Normally I'd be mad that someone cheated but I like you so I'll forgive you." Lucas said. "Do I get my prize?" Arin asked. She wasn't sure why she was thinking of that of all things, maybe to distract him from any other tricks he had. Lucas looked down at Arin and licked his lips. "Oh yeah you do and I get mine."

#Lucas Baker #I had such high hopes for this at first #but now I feel lack luster about it so I didn't even profread #Maybe I'll ask for some ideas or prompts later #This was also originally gonna be shorter and get into some smut cus why not?

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