#and i have to shove rv into everything because they are my girls

[cultofdixon]

He’ll pay, sunshine. I’ll make sure he does

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The lineup. Took more than what you expected. A price had to be paid… • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy / Canon Violence / Anxiety Attacks / Injuries / Scars • rewriting canon, baby

Requested by: Anon

“Hm. Well don’t we have a looker here” The leader smirks bringing himself over to the woman shaking beside the retired sheriff. “Now I have a proposition for yea…that leaves all of y’all alive” he states gently taking her chin in between his fingers.

The smallest action lead the archer to get up and lunge at the head Savior, only to be knocked down by a henchman and the guy the pinned individual had brought up before. The man that took his crossbow during the wolves attack, aimed his arrow at his head. Making the woman the leader fancied to start sobbing.

“Should I end him?”

“Nah, stand down Dwighty boy.” He laughs at his enthusiasm. “Now on your feet little lady” he extended his hand toward the crying woman as she was extremely hesitant. “If yea don’t do what I say…I’ll have him kill what I could only assume is someone you care deeply about” he kept the smirk on his face knowing it was adding to the intimidation factor as the woman felt every part of her scream when she took his hand.

Once she was brought to her feet, the man carefully took a hold of her face making the tears fall even harder. He couldn’t help the amusement he was receiving.

“God you’re gorgeous when you’re cryin’, doll” He chuckles to himself as he pulls her along with him while his bat dragged in the dirt on his other side. “If you accept my offer, no one dies. If you refuse…it’s the pretty one to go first”

The offer wasn’t even stated but the anxiety lead to the sickly woman to yell out at the leader to this gang.

“She’s pregnant! You wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman…”

“Hm. You’re right, but it’s the two for one special if yea don’t listen” He scoffs followed by a laugh. “To Ricky Rick, y’all’s fearless leader…who is shakin’ in his boots as I manhandle one of his own…will be making the deal”

The growling that came from the archer pinned only grew louder and occasionally cut off by the man who pinned him, shoving more into the gravel. He didn’t like this one bit.

“I don’t take any lives, if I can take her as my wife”

The words rang out to everyone in the lineup as the archer started to thrash under the henchman even more.

“Shut him up or I’ll make it—-“ The leader stopped speaking when he felt the woman grab at his leather jacket bringing her closer with pleading eyes.

“I’ll do anything…don’t hurt him, don’t hurt anyone” She begged as his smirk grew to her words.

“Yeah…I’ll take that instead. Simon!” He yells as his right hand approached the man.

“Yes Negan?”

“Take her to the truck…and knock her man out. Don’t kill’em. I need some leeway” Negan states watching Simon take his new wife away as he couldn’t help but smack her rear as she walked away. “Hm. That was too easy” he says while watching his men knock out the archer before dragging him back in line. “Gotta show you I mean business somehow…” he sighs parching the retired sheriff grabbing him by the collar and dragging him to the RV. “Watch them boys, gonna take our new bitch boy on a joy ride”

Everything happened so quickly…the archer sat there taking it all in, even after the cars drove away once Negan told them what to prepare for. He was frozen in his spot…his girl, his partner,…his everything, and his unborn baby…were taken from him. It may not be in death, but the pain sure felt like it.

“Daryl…we gotta go man…” Glenn frowns feeling his own tears get the best of him as he tried to help Daryl off the ground but the man was cement. He couldn’t stay much longer because of Maggie’s condition but his worry got the best of his expression making Rick take over.

“Brother, we gotta get Maggie to the Hilltop…then head back”

Daryl stayed put, not wanting to leave or the reality will consume him. He’s not going home with his partner…he’s alone. He feels…stuck.

Michonne watches Rick fail to get Daryl to move while Abraham, Sasha, and Glenn took care of getting Maggie to the Hilltop. Aaron checked on Carl as Rosita checked on Eugene. She stood watching the two as she quietly approaches giving her partner a look that led to Rick leaving with the remaining people back to Alexandria.

Leaving Michonne and Daryl alone at the line up.

“You need to get up” Michonne knelt down to him listening to his soft sobs and the smallest whimper that escaped him. “You need to get up for them. We need to go home…prepare…and come up with a plan to save them”

“I failed—-“

“No you didn’t. We know you didn’t” the heartbreak in her own voice lead him to look her in the eye. “Cmon now. She can’t have you die right here” she refers to the bullet wound in his shoulder, but also the mental toll of what has happened weighing him down.

He would’ve laid to rest there, if it weren’t for the hand Michonne provided.

Now all he needs to do is get her back.

The right hand to Negan, Simon, led Y/N into a room with a handful of other women as they all wore black. Felt like a funeral and in her mind, she wishes this was hers and it was some nightmare…that she’ll wake eventually back in his embrace but the anxious pinching proved her wrong and one of the women noticed what she was doing. She didn’t speak up until Simon left the room leaving the women to do their routine whenever Negan received a new wife.

“Where did Negan find you?”

“And why” Another wife asked as Y/N stood there trying to keep herself from crying.

“Usually he takes wives once their community folds, it’s always another brute that’s taken to get mentally beaten into submission”

After hearing that she couldn’t hold it in anymore and started crying, which to three of wives made them quickly try to console Y/N because they didn’t know when Negan would return and knew he wouldn’t like this very much. The fourth one was Sherry, a relatively one like Y/N.

Lives over mine and I’ll never see him again Y/N’s thoughts panicked her as she held herself fearful of what’s to come.

The four got Y/N ready in the attire that Negan has been making his wives dress in. Which a black dress wasn’t all too fancy but it didn’t take long for the other four to take notice of what Negan could also be hanging over Y/N’s community’s heads.

“Did he threaten your life and your baby’s?” Learning their names slowly, Amber had asked Y/N once she was dressed watching her protectively hold her stomach.

“When we said about the brute…this group, these people…must’ve been a real threat to him if they rolled over when you were taken” The one wife with black hair, Tanya started to go on. “They didn’t react like others or you wouldn’t be here, and people from your group would be dead”

“So not to shine a light to the horrors that you might have to endure here, but you saved lives with being taken” Frankie tried to smile it off but hers faded as fast as Y/N’s.

But as much as she wanted to outwardly panic for everyone to see. If what they were saying is true, she needs to suffer. And take care of what’s with her right now.

Their unborn child

“How long have you and Y/N been expecting? You two really kept it a secret up until…” Michonne cut herself off but alluded for Daryl to continue while the two were out hunting.

“Found out right before the prison fell. Thought she was gettin’ sick from the illness…but she took a few tests” Daryl frowns loading the shared hunting rifle between the two. “Came out positive every time. Then the Governor took our home”

“Oh Daryl…why didn’t you say anything—-“

“Cuz we wanted to keep it to ourselves in case—“ Daryl didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to or who knows what cosmic consequence would occur if he said it while she was away from him. “…it only came out cuz of Dr. Carson, only Maggie knew. Now everybody knows so it don’t matter why we kept it from yea. Alright?” He was getting defensive and Michonne knew she struck a nerve.

She felt awful. She knew what it was like to lose someone close to you, but nothing like having someone taken.

“In some sick way, she saved a lot of us by being taken…”

“Should’ve fought harder…”

“We all should’ve” Michonne sternly states to make it clear to Daryl that they’ve all failed Y/N, that it shouldn’t all be on his shoulders alone.

It’s already been a few days without his partner and he had to be taken out of Alexandria before he punches another person. It’s fine Spencer was the one he punched…a few times. Michonne wasn’t particularly happy with everything either, not that Rick rolled over on his back to Negan but it felt like that. The second his son’s well-being was threatened, the man folded even harder on himself.

When the two returned from the game Michonne had landed the shot on, Daryl stopped in his tracks seeing the back of his girl standing beside the man he wishes would fall into a pit of walkers.

“Ah!” Negan smirks turning toward the two as he eyed the deer over Daryl’s shoulder. “Now ain’t that a beaut you’ve got there, not as beautiful as my wife” he gripped onto Y/N’s bicep bringing herself toward them and forcing her to turn around.

The sudden drop of the deer startled everyone that was tense just from Negan’s presence. Daryl frowns noticing the bruising on Y/N’s neck and how the cardigan he could only assume she was forced to wear to cover up the bandages on her arms.

“Now don’t worry your little head about her” Negan strides over to get up close and personal to Daryl. “Both girls are doin’ fine”

The archer clenched his fists trying his best not to tackle the man down as he couldn’t believe that a special moment that was meant for him and his girl. He didn’t utter a word, knowing damn well he’ll get physical.

“We’ll take your deer, and that gun of yours…then be on our merry way” Negan continued to have that annoying smirk on his face as he headed toward his truck grabbing Y/N once more.

Daryl didn’t stop himself that time as he quickly approached the two but right before he got close, Rick stepped in his way.

“You could kill her if you try anythin’ right now” Rick whispered to Daryl who wasn’t in any mood to have his rage directed toward anybody else.

But he was back in that position, just watching Y/N get taken away by this asshole.

He’ll be six feet under by his hand

“There was a stowaway”

Frankie randomly blurted when the wives were regrouped once Y/N returned with Negan. When the other wives noticed what he has done to her in private quarters, they were plotting their own murder.

“A stowaway? Who would WANT to come here?!” Amber scoffs watching Y/N’s face contort. “You have an idea?”

“I do…but I hope I’m wrong” Y/N frowns rising to her feet approaching the door to the room they were all in, with a bit of hesitance on leaving.

Anything can happen.

You can get people killed.

He could take his life.

Weigh your options.

I’m done cowering Y/N pushes the door open seeing the few men assigned to watch the women staring at her. It was only two, and two she can handle.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I heard Negan’s back…can I see him?”

“He’s in a meeting, princess” One of them scoffs. “You gotta stay out and we’ll radio him” it only took a second for Y/N to step back in, grabbing the wine bottle from behind the wall that was gifted to the women.

“Y/N…” Sherry frowns a bit afraid of what she was going to do and next thing they witnessed was Y/N knock one of them out with the bottle causing it to break and before the other could react, she stabbed the broken end into his throat. “Fuck”

“Who woulda thought we needed an angry pregnant woman to get those two off our asses” Tonya laughs quietly as she waves Amber and Frankie over to help her drag the bodies into the room to keep the evidence hidden for Y/N’s sake.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Get to Negan”

“And kill him?”

“I’m afraid I’ll die trying. I need to get whoever he took, out of here. Whether that be his doing or mine” Y/N frowns toward Sherry as she quickly ran in grabbing one of the knives off the body before giving it to Y/N. “Yknow this is your moment”

“We’ve been here the longest. The guards know our tactics” Frankie frowns, but was quick to recuperate with a smile. “But they obviously don’t know yours”

“If you have the chance? Take it. We’ll get rid of these two” Amber adds as Tonya approaches Y/N.

“But once your group has a plan to tear this place down, don’t forget about us”

“I won’t, I promise”

Sherry led Y/N to where Negan’s room is in the Sanctuary, or close to it as they both noticed the two standing outside the room.

“I’ll distract them”

“How?” Y/N questions as she watches Sherry immediately run over to them in a theatric panic.

“Help! One of the wives is missing” Sherry states in a panic and that was going to be the case, but they were far from where the women stayed and where they currently stood. So Y/N did her best to hide in the blind spot of the turned corner as she watches the three run past.

As Y/N was about to approach Negan’s room to confront him, she quickly whipped back when the door swung open and out came Negan and Carl. Of course it’s Carl that snuck his way here. He shouldn’t have done that…for whatever reason. But now she was alone. No one watching her. This really is her chance.

Y/N immediately went into Negan’s room stripping herself of the annoying dress, and finding her belongings in his room. Which were weird but as she struggled to get, once fitting jeans, onto her person. She noticed the picture that stuck out from her pile of clothes as the panic from the moment she was stripped of her clothing the first night there subsided. She thought she had lost the sonogram that Dr. Carson gave her but the relieved tears spilled happily as she carefully puts it in her back pocket before getting the already oversized black jumper on.

Once the woman got her shoes on and managed to take a gun from the leader’s room, she had taken notice of several things she found in there while making her way to the loading bay without being noticed.

A picture of a woman with him

A discarded wedding band

Polaroid pictures of victims to his actions

and a whole lot more that Y/N knew she was never going to forget. But hopefully keep her child away from in the future.

When she finally reached the loading bay, Y/N felt something. It felt off and her anxiety started to crawl up her spine again that when she heard the footsteps. She didn’t hesitate to aim her gun, only to be met with Jesus’s concerned expression on the other end.

“Oh thank fuck” Y/N sighs holding her belly and the same flutter from seconds before happened again, making her sob as it was another moment missed. “I need to get home…”

“You need to get to the Hilltop, and I’ll take you”

“But—-“

“You’re escaping, Negan will flip Alexandria over first to find you if it comes to that. You’ll have to make do with Hilltop…besides. Maggie and Glenn are there and maybe bringing you there will stop their suicide mission to come and get you”

“W-Where’s—-“

“Daryl? We’ll get him once you’re safe, okay? Once you both are” Jesus reassures as he led the way for Hilltop, or at least far from the Sanctuary enough to Hotwire a vehicle and drive the rest of the way.

Arriving at the Hilltop felt weird, all Y/N thought while stuck in the Sanctuary was the second she escapes she’s going straight to Daryl. But this man still has some sort of chokehold on her and everyone knows he’ll come after her, it was best not to return to the obvious place first.

As the gates opened, Y/N was met with the sight of a sprinting Maggie coming toward her as she couldn’t contain her emotions anymore. She quickly met her halfway, latching onto her the second they embraced.

“Thank god you’re okay” Maggie sighs a whole lot of anxiety away the second Y/N was taken. “I know the others didn’t know til that night but I couldn’t let him—-“

“Yeah no I understand why you said it, Mags” Y/N pulls away wincing slightly as Maggie couldn’t help but gently touch the healing bruises on her neck. “It’s okay, I’m okay. She’s okay”

“We’re still gonna have you checked out” Glenn interrupts the two as he quickly brought Y/N in his embrace watching Maggie behind her be silently excited over the fact that she’s having a girl. The excitement in the dark times made him smile for the moment.

“Everyone’s still alive?”

“Yes” Glenn handed the canteen to Y/N before sitting with Maggie on the couch across her in the Barrington House. “There were a few fights that had happened with the Saviors, but Negan only came once here and once at Alexandria”

“Daryl?”

“Michonne has been keeping him sane enough until we came up with a plan to go and get you” Maggie frowns watching Y/N’s worry get to her again. “He’s okay, from what we’ve heard last…”

“Maggie and I were trying to come up with a safe way to get you. Jesus said every idea was too risky until someone scouted out the place”

“But thank god when he went to do so, he came back with yea. Hopefully the reunion you’re hoping for can happen soon” Maggie smiles watching Y/N lean back into the couch bringing her legs up onto it as she took notice of how protective she was over the tiny human she was preparing for. “Uhm. What happened with Negan when you were with him? Anything we can—-“

“Maggie, I don’t…”

“Right right. Sorry. You just got out. Selfish of me to jump right into—-“

“I don’t want to talk about it…but I can write it down”

Sometimes, when everything is still fresh, you have to do something. So while Y/N was stuck hiding out in the Hilltop until anything, she wrote everything down that she knew about the Sanctuary from what she saw and took notice of. She even drew a mock up of the lay out according to where she’s walked and where she’s been in.

While in the middle of a thought, Glenn opened the door to the trailer they were staying in looking at Y/N as she quickly took notice of him.

“Come on. We’ve got you something”

With a confused look, Y/N brought herself to follow her friend out of the trailer and inevitably toward the front of the Hilltop. Where she noticed Maggie hugging onto Rick given it’s been some time since they’ve seen each other. Since the line up. Wow. That day really separated a few for some time. And her heart started to quicken as her eyes scanned the field noticing Michonne, Tara, Rosita, Sasha, Abraham, Carl,…and him.

Daryl watched their backs when entering the Hilltop and it didn’t take the archer long to notice. No one said anything or dared to interrupt his current thoughts.

She’s alive

They’re alive

My girls

MY GIRLS!

The archer suddenly ran toward who he was staring at which led the others to look his way. Everyone felt a wave of relief when taking note of Y/N standing still, which brought on the following…

“Don’t tackle her Daryl!” Rick laughs watching the man slow his pace when getting close.

“Oh thank fucking god she’s alright” Michonne sighs as she started to make her way over but giving the two enough time.

Y/N instantly wraps her arms around Daryl’s neck pulling him close as he carefully brought his around her pulling her as close as humanely possible to his chest. The tears fell naturally from her eyes as she gripped onto her partner not wanting to let go any time soon. Not like he was going to either.

“He’ll pay Y/N…that fucking bastard will pay” Daryl felt the whimper escape from him as he was holding onto a lot of his feelings ever since she was taken. “He hurt my girls, he’s not living after this”

“Can we not talk about it…I just wanna be right here” Y/N sobbed into his shoulder feeling him adjust but still hold onto her, not ever wanting to let go.

After reuniting with the rest of her family, Daryl and Y/N were left alone in the trailer she’s been staying in as she was laying down in the bed with him right beside her. His hand resting on her belly waiting for it…then when the smallest kick happened, Daryl felt himself fall apart all over again as Y/N gently wiped away his tears.

She’s okay

They both are

[alyssaswrld999]

Suck It Dixon/ Merle Dixon x Reader:

I was sitting inside Dale's RV cleaning my gun. I was minding my own business until I seen that Dale came In and started smiling at me. "Hey there you are been looking for you" Dale said. I chuckled and kept cleaning my gun.

"Hey Dale" I said. Dale then sat down in front of me in the booth that was in the RV. "I need you to help me with something" Dale asked. "Yeah sure. What do you need help with" I asked curious.

"I need you to go and scavenge for some food while I'm taking watch in a bit" Dale said. I was confused because there was already people scavenging for food I think. "I thought the Dixons had everything under control for that" I said going back to cleaning my gun.

Dale sighed and nodded his head yes. "Yes but we need one more person and I trust that your more capable of doing it. You do have a bow and arrow anyway so" Dale said. I sighed and nodded my head yes. Sure I didn't wanna do it but I can't say no to Dale.

"Sure I'll do it Dale I'm just gonna finish cleaning my gun first" I said. Dale smiled at me and got up to leave the RV. "Thank you Y/n" Dale said. He then walked out of the RV and I sighed. "Fuck me" I thought.

I finish cleaning my gun and get up to head to my tent. I grab my hair tie and pull my hair up into a bun to get out of my face. I then grab my hunting knife, bow and arrow, and bag to take with me. I mean you can't have to many little meat critters to eat.

I made my way into the woods to go hunting for food. As I was still tracking for five minutes I finally seen a squirrel resting on a tree. I grab my Bow and arrow getting ready to shoot it. As I let go of the arrow it directly went through the squirrels side killing it.

"Yes" I said cheering quietly. I walked quickly over to where the squirrel fell out of the tree. I seen it laying down beside a bush and I grabbed the dead critter. "Sorry darlin but we gotta eat ya" I said to the dead squirrel.

I put the dead squirrel in my bag and continued walking. I finally found another critter after looking for a minute after tracking it. It was a pure white rabbit and it was so pretty. I got ready to fire and then I let go.

I cheered quietly again after getting another critter to eat. I pick up the dead rabbit and put it in my bag. I then continue my journey to find more. After twenty five minutes I have already collected four squirrels, three rabbits, two snakes, and one big fat possum.

I'm actually proud of myself because I believed I did a good job today. Besides I have one more available spot to put one more critter in. I then finally found a big fat squirrel and decided to make that the big annual prize for us to eat tonight.

I fire my arrow but I wasn't the only one who fired at the squirrel. There was another arrow in the squirrel and I immediately recognized the arrow. "Dixon" I whispered. I walk up to the squirrel and start to remove the arrows. I take the dead squirrel and was about to put it in my bag until Daryl and Merle walked out in sight.

"Well look here who do we have here" Merle said. I then decided to shove the squirrel in my bag. "That's our squirrel darlin" Merle added. "Yeah and it's going to the same place so I don't care" I said. I walk away until Merle hollers again.

"Come on girl it's our catch" Merle shouted. "Suck it Dixon" I shouted back walking back to camp.

I dont know what it is but Merle gets on my nerves.

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU [6] HELICOPTER BOY

Summary: Glenn is finally back and he brings another person to the camp. The group faces another problem.

Warnings: idk, language probably

Song: Silly Girl chloe moriondo

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

The first thing they heard was the loudest car alarm that you could think of. It was echoing through the mountains, and in a second Dale was on his feet - like everyone else- on top of his RV. He had his binoculars up and was looking around the area.

"Talk to me, Dale." said Shane.

"Nothing yet." he said, still looking around.

They were all prepared to fight in case someone wanted to harm them. It was difficult to determine the direction and source of the noise due to the mountains.

"Is it them? Are they back?"

"I'll be damned." Dale smiled lightly.

"What is it?" asked Amy who was very nervous.

"Stolen car is my guess," Dale replied.

Before Charlie had a chance to say something, Glenn pulled up in a red sports car. He had a big grin on his face and his posture said that he was relaxed. The car looked like one that Charlie was being driven in by all those guys she was dating. He looked excited, not like a person who was stuck and surrounded just hours ago.

"You need a ride, baby?" those were the first words she heard as an Asian boy left his car.

"Silly." she smiled and hugged him.

"Told you I will be back. And you have to say that it's the coolest way to come back," he said and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Holy crap, turn that damn thing off!" Dale shouted in annoyance.

"I don't know how!" Glenn said.

"Pop the hood please," said Shane, coming to the car.

"My sister Andrea..." Amy almost tackled Glenn.

"Pop the damn hood, please?" Shane said through gritted teeth. "Pop the damn hood please!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Okay!" Glen was trying to shout over Amy while sitting in the car to do what Shane wanted.

"Is she okay? Is she alright?" Amy asked.

"YES." screamed an Asian boy, who couldn't bear the tension. "Yeah, she's okay! She's okay."

"Is she coming back?"Amy asked him another question.

"Yes!" he nodded.

"Why isn't she with you? Where is she? She's okay?"

"Yes!" was all he said to her yet another question.

"Amy, just give him space to breathe." Lori interrupted. "Andrea will be back."

"Yeah, she's fine," Glenn said with a smile that faded from his lips. "Everybody is. Well, Merle not so much."

Charlie furrowed her eyebrows, but her friend just gave her a sign that he would tell her everything later.

"Are you crazy driving this wailing bastard up here? You trying to draw every walker for miles?" Shane said nervously, leaning on the opened mask of the car.

"I think we're okay," said Dale.

"You call being stupid okay?" Shane furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the older man.

"Well, the alarm was echoing all over those hills. Hard to point the source," he said and when he saw angry eyes of a cop on him, he added. "I'm not arguing, I'm just saying." Then he turned to Glenn and furrowed his eyebrows. "It wouldn't hurt you to just think things through a little more carefully next time, would it?"

"Sorry." he nodded his head with remorse, but as soon as he turned to look at Charlie he smiled, excitement pouring through the pores of his skin."Got a cool car."

She chuckled, happy that he found another bright side to the end of the world.

Van pulled up just a second later. More people leaving a car and hugging with their loved ones. It was a good sight, but Charlie saw how Lori was hugging Carl closer to her. The boy was crying, clearly sad that it's not his dad that is back.

"Amy!"

"Andrea!"

"Oh thank God," Charlie whispered looking up, so Glenn shoved her in the arm with a smile.

"You're a welcome sight." smiled Dale. "I thought we'd lost you folks for sure."

"We left him on a roof. Merle." said quietly, Glenn. "The new guy handcuffed him there because he was gonna put us all in danger," explained Asian.

"New guy?"

"How'd you all get out of there anyway?" asked Shane.

"New guy," repeated Glenn. "He got us out."

"New guy?" Dale asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yeah." Morales replied."Crazy vato just got into town. Hey! Helicopter Boy, come say hello!" he yelled to someone who was still near a van and looked at Shane. "He's a cop, like you."

Suddenly, Carl ran past her and straight into the arms of the new guy. All they could hear were sobs and words of love. Charlie's heart swelled as she watched the man kneel with his son in his arms, holding him tightly. Lori seemed shocked and slowly made her way over to her husband, embracing him. They all cried tears of joy together. Meanwhile, Shane stood there looking lost and attempting to conceal his emotions. He appeared devastated and bewildered, struggling to believe what he was seeing. However, when Lori's husband looked at him, he smiled.

As everyone huddled around the fire, Rick shared his incredible story. It was hard to believe that someone could endure so much, waking up alone in a hospital bed with no knowledge of what was happening outside. His voice trembled with confusion, but his determination to find his family never wavered. The new guy seemed kind-hearted with gentle features and was quite handsome and well-built - not as much as Shane, but still impressive. Lori was incredibly lucky to have him by her side.

Suddenly, a crackling sound interrupted her thoughts. Ed Peletier had just thrown another log onto the fire, and Shane watched with anger as sparks flew into the night sky.

"Hey, Ed." he said, trying to be calm."You wanna rethink that log?"

"It's cold man." he just shrugged.

"Cold doesn't change the rules, does it?"

Rick was confused about the whole thing and looked at his wife."Rules?"

"Keep our fires low, just embers, so we can't be seen from a distance, right?" Shane got up to kind of show off, making it clear that he's the leader, he's the boss.

"I said it's cold. Why don't you mind your own business for once?" Ed said back, annoyed.

"Sure you wanna have this conversation, man?"

"Go on. Pull the damn thing out, go on." Ed mumbled under his nose.

When two men were fighting, Carol walked up to the fire and took out the log from it. When she placed it on the ground, Shane stepped on it to prevent the flame from spreading. Then he crouched next to a mother and her daughter.

"Hey Carol, Sophia how are y'all this evening?" he asked kindly, not to scare any of them.

"Fine." Carol answered quietly."Just fine."

"Okay."

"Sorry about the fire," she said so quickly it was almost a whisper.

"No, no." Shane said abruptly."No apology needed. Y'all have a good night, okay?" he said and as he was getting up he added. "I appreciate the cooperation."

When everyone was seated back in their places and silence became overwhelming, Dale decided to ask the crucial question. "Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind."

Daryl was still out on a hunt. He left again, soon after they came back from looking for berries and was gone till now. It was not unusual for the hunter to spend a night in the woods, so his absence went unnoticed. However, today everyone seemed relieved that Daryl was gone because that gave them time to come up with a plan, they could choose a poor person, who would break the news to him.

"I'll tell him." said T-Dog. "I dropped the key. It's on me."

"I cuffed him. That makes it mine." said Rick, while caressing hair of Carl, who was laying on his legs.

"Guys, it's not a competition." interrupted them Glenn. "I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy."

"I did what I did." T-Dog shrugged. "Hell if I'm gonna hide it from him." he added.

"We could lie." proposed Amy.

And that would be the best option. They would make up a story, that wouldn't make Daryl as angry as the truth would make him, and everyone would be just fine.

But...

Charlie thought about her brothers. If she was in a place like Daryl, she would like to know what really happened. Because that would give her hope. Hope that she will see them again, talk to them again, just be with them. Or confirm that they are dead. Charlie would give everything to know where were her brothers.

"Or tell the truth," she said right after Amy.

"Yeah. Merle was out of control. Something had to be done or he'd gotten us killed." said Andrea and looked at Lori. "Your husband did what was necessary. And if Merle got left behind, it's nobody's fault but Merle's," she added, sure of her opinion of course.

"And that's what we tell Daryl?" asked Dale skeptically. "I don't see a rational discussion to be had from that, do you?" he looked at everyone's faces. He sighed and looked into the fire. "Word to the wise, we're going to have our hands full when he gets back from his hunt."

"I was scared and I ran," said T-Dog. "I'm not ashamed of it."

"We were all scared. We all ran. What's your point?" Andrea asked him.

"I stopped long enough to chain that door. The staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it at any one time. It's not enough to break through that. Not that chain. Not that padlock." he said. "My point: Dixon's alive. He's still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That's on us."

Charlie's heart fluttered with gratitude as she was lying in the tent, knowing that Glenn was back. The relief washed over her, knowing he was safe. Thoughts swirled in her mind about the newcomer, Rick Grimes, and what his presence might mean for their group. Would he bring trouble or much-needed assistance? It was already clear that his presence bothered Shane, who was an alpha in this camp - and had an affair with Rick's wife. His arrival might disrupt the delicate dynamics within the camp. Would he challenge their leadership? Bring conflicts they couldn't afford? Her mind raced with scenarios, each one more unsettling than the last. But those thoughts faded into the background as she heard the familiar footsteps of her friend Glenn entering the tent. She couldn't see him, only his dark silhouette in the darkness.

"Thank God, I'm here," he whispered, knowing she was awake.

"Yeah. I was worried," she answered. "I thought you died and I will never see you again," Charlie confessed.

Glenn turned in his sleeping bag, so they were facing each other. "I thought it was my last day today," he said. "I thought about you. I almost cried at the thought that Merle Dixon would be the last thing I see."

She chuckled.

"And then I saw this guy dressed in a uniform with a cowboy hat. Riding a horse through Atlanta. Probably every Walker in the city running after him. We saw him getting stuck in a trunk." he said. "I really didn't think much about helping him. I just did."

"You really are a hero Glenn," she said. "You sure you were pizza boy before? Not a Batman or something?"

He rolled his eyes, even though she couldn't see it, but he knew she knew he did it.

Silence fell between them. Both of them breathing calmly.

"What do you think, how will Daryl react?"

Charlie sighed. "I don't know," she said. "We don't know how we should even tell him that. We don't know who should do it. We know nothing."

This time Glen sighed.

"I feel sorry for him. He seems like a good guy."

"Daryl Dixon?"

"Yeah," Charlie said. "He helped me when you were gone. He has good eyes."

"You're like friends now?" asked Glenn.

"I'm not really sure he had any friends. I think Merle is the only one he has ever had." she shared her thoughts with her friend. "That makes this situation even more sad."

Glenn sat up a little, leaning on his elbows.

"You really are worried about Daryl." he more stated than asked.

"I also have brothers...well, had brothers," she said. "We were close like that, so I know what he might feel."

Rhee laid back.

"Then maybe you should tell him," he said before turning his back to her. "Night, Charlie."

"Mmm." She nodded and soon fell asleep.

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i am once again thinking of youtuber!dreamies aus

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Two Strangers - Eddie Munson

Pairing - Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 1073

Notes - I cannot get over Eddie Munson oml.

The two of them never talked. Always two classrooms away or three tables away. None of the same interests. But here they were. Two strangers sitting together as they had been for the past couple of days, her wrapped in his big jacket, just trying to get through the day.

“You know you don't have to stay here with me, right?” Eddie played with the large silver rings on his fingers, watching her play with the sleeves of the jacket. She turned to him and smiled. “Munson, we both got caught up in this mess. No getting out now.” “Yeah, well the whole damn town isn't after you, sweetheart.” “But they’re after you.” “Your point being…?” She giggled and pulled the jacket tighter around her, turning to Eddie. “I guess I wanna protect you. That’s all.” She turned away, taking a sip out of some chocolate milk that was sitting around in the RV. “Protect me? Girlie, the only reason we know each other is because you just happened to be friends with Steve Harrington. What on earth makes you want to protect me?” She shrugged and checked her pocket to see if she still had her walkie talkie with her. “I've seen some shit, Munson. I don't want you to see that same shit. You understand, right?” When she turned back to Eddie, he noticed her eyes for the first time. They were bright and screamed adventure. He liked this girl. “Yeah. I understand. But you know, I think it's a little stupid of you to be doing this.” “Stupid?” She giggled. “Stupid how?” “You’re deciding to spend your spring break in some RV with metalhead Munson. The freak. You know?” Eddie tried emphasizing what he was saying with some over exaggerated hand motions, but she just giggled, leaning against the back of her seat. “Dang, girlie, you really don't mind a screwed up spring break, do you?” “Like I've said, Eddie, I've seen some shit. I think it makes it a little more fun though, don't you think? It’d be boring to just be sitting around in my room doing the same crap I always do. And Eddie,” she looked at him with a gentle smile, making his eyes go a little wider. “I think you’re cool. I like you.” “I-I like you too.” Eddie scooted closer to her, their shoulders touching.

“Eddie!” Dustin ran into the RV, completely out of breath. “Jesus Christ, Eddie.” “Dude, what?” Eddie quickly stood up and ran over to Dustin, his scent lingering next to her for a few seconds before she stood up too. “We’ve been trying to call you guys on the walkies for like… a million goddamn years!” Eddie turned to her and shrugged and she pulled out the walkie, noticing that it had been off the entire time. Oops. “Sorry, Dustin.” Dustin waved his hand, still out of breath and Steve ran up, carrying some snacks and weapons from the huge ammo store they went to. “Here, Munson. More food. You guys sittin’ tight?” Eddie caught the bag of food that Steve threw at him and shoved handfuls of cereal in his mouth. “We’re doing good. What was up?” Steve ran to the front of the RV while everyone else ran in, taking off. “Everything’s fine. Just… bad news. But we’ll be fine once we hit the road. Don't you worry guys.” Eddie was flung a little from the sudden take off and sat next to her, nearly knocking her over from an immediate turn. “Eddie,” Steve looked in the rear view mirror at Eddie. “You keepin’ your girlfriend warm back there?” Steve smiled slyly, taking a look at her jacket. She looked up at Steve, her cheeks dusted red. “O-Oh, Eddie and I aren't dating, we’re just-” “Friends!” Eddie butted in, his cheeks brighter than hers. “We didn't really know each other before any of this. I just gave her my jacket because… it's cold. Like you said Steve. Just keeping her warm.” “Y-Yeah! Eddie isn't my boyfriend.” “And she’s not my girlfriend.” Steve giggled and looked at them both with a stupid smirk on his face. “Alright. Whatever you guys say.”

She and Eddie had been basically glued together for the past couple of days. She couldn't just leave him alone while he had nightmares about Chrissy’s bones breaking. So of course the two of them got along. Of course she would spend time with him. She just… never considered that the two of them could ever be a couple. And neither did he. The two of them were completely different beings while in school, but when that’s all pushed aside, they go together perfectly. They have the same humor, the same taste in music, and the same hate for Jason Carver.

“Eddie?” “Yeah?” The two of them sat as nightfall came, the kids sleeping in the back. Her voice was barely audible, but it was so gentle, making Eddie want to rest on her chest just to hear more of it. “I think after this,” she giggled softly. “We should go on a date or something.” “A date?” Even if he was whispering, Eddie was still loud, making her shush him a little, pointing to the kids. “Sorry. A date?!” She nodded, her smile still as delicate as earlier. “You want to go on a date with the freak?!” “Yeah. I think you’re fun, and to be honest, cooler than any other guy I've met.” “You mean that?” “Of course I mean that.” Eddie giggled and wrapped his arm around her, watching the world fly by outside of the moving RV window. “Where would you want this date to be, girlie?” She thought for a minute, leaning into him. “I don't know. Where would you wanna go, Munson?” “In a theoretical sense, to see a Metallica concert.” She nodded and leaned her head against his chest. “Alright. Next time they’re in Indiana, we’ll go see Metallica, but for now, let's go to an arcade. After this shit is all over.” “An arcade sounds nice. Let’s do that.” Eddie leaned his cheek on her head and pulled her closer. “Are you ready?” Eddie nodded and she pulled away from the embrace, planting a small kiss on his cheek. “You better be, Munson. We’re about to do some crazy shit.” “Tell me about it.” Eddie laughed and she leaned back onto his chest, never wanting his warmth to go away.

[inknopewetrust]

A Little Chaos

Summary: A thief finds herself at the center of the kidnapping of two girls and has the attention one very attractive detective. 

Pairing: Detective Loki x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Criminal activity, flirting, sexual references, brief choking, probably 16+ based on content but no explicit smut. A mention of pedophilia but nowhere near in detail.

A/N: I don't think I've ever written something like this and can I just say that I really loved it!? So, I really hope you all do too! Requests are currently CLOSED but I hope to open them soon again and with new characters to add to my list. Check out my Masterlist for all other works. Thanks so much for requesting this @mrs-blooooom! I just loved the idea so much and thanks for being so kind about all the delays!

One - pick the lock 

Two - lift up the screen and frame as quietly as possible but make absolutely no rough work of it. 

Three - slip on the shoe covers and assess the gloves before entering through the window. 

Four - get to work. 

That was always the structure, no questions asked. Though, you noticed the news beginning to trace your patterns. You had made a hit in another neighborhood two weeks ago and because the news began reporting the patters, you were sure the police weren’t far behind. 

And perhaps on that particular Thanksgiving, you shouldn’t have done another–or picked that house, rather.  

Detective David Loki had a million different things running through his mind on a daily basis. When a case such as the Dover-Birch one stuck itself in the middle of an already pending investigation of burglaries in the Conyer’s area, he had a hunch of who he would investigate first. But he couldn’t get to that immediately because Keller Dover convinced him and his superiors that the RV belonging to Alex Jones was the first and only way to go. 

But even after interrogating the man who had a child-like innocence to him, David Loki was convinced there was something more to the story. There had to have been a connection to who burglarized the Dover’s that same night and where the girls could be... he was certain, but then he wasn’t because he wasn’t sure you were the kind of person who would kidnap two innocent girls. 

On a particularly slow Tuesday, no new leads had come in and the investigation had stalled because Alex Jones had now gone missing without a trace. Although he was doing everything he could, Loki was far from finding a solution and decided to take the initiative into his own hands and dive into the file he had been working on for nearly five months–the one into you and your less-than-stellar activities. The post-it note sticking out of the side of the manilla folder contained an address to an apartment in the center of town. He plucked it out, tucked it into his pocket and walked straight out of the station. 

You weren’t worried about being considered a suspect in the kidnapping of two girls. You had no connection to the Dover’s, Birches’, or the Jones’, as well as no connection to the scene of the crime. You were always careful, and the Dover’s had no security cameras. So, when your comm buzzed in the middle of the day, you weren’t expecting it to be the police. 

“Hello?” 

“Ms. L/n? This is Detective Loki with the Conyer’s Police Department. I have a few questions I would like to ask you.” The voice was cackled with the circuited communication buzzer but you heard the man loud and clear. You also knew exactly who that was. 

Detective David Loki was an infamous creature of Conyers. One day he just seemed to sprout out of nowhere and into the public sphere, but you had known him for a while. You were never friends, and you were sure until now he didn’t even know your name, but he was the star pupil of the town. And the spotlight he was in, he absolutely hated it. Every time his picture appeared in the paper or when he had to speak on the television relayed that message and you laughed in pity. The poor man just wanted to do his job and that was one part he didn’t sign up for. 

“Can I ask what this is regarding?” 

“The investigation into Joy Birch and Anna Dover. I just have a few questions I’d like to ask you if you would step-” 

“I’ll buzz you up.” You pressed the button and unlocked the door, opening it just enough for you to rest on the frame with one arm on the door and the other on your hip. 

Another thing you knew about Detective David Loki was that he was one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on. The man was a walking dream but unfortunately, on the other side of the law which was far from promising when it came to your vivid imagination. 

“How nice of you to not barge into my home, Detective.” You called out to him as he appeared on the steps landing just down the hall from your door. Loki gave no smile but shoved an orange post-it into his jacket as he shoved his hands into his pockets. 

“This surely won’t take long.” 

With a nod you moved away from the door, shutting it closed behind you. With the sudden and unexpected presence of this man who was a fine line between formal detective and loose cop, there was an urge to be exactly the opposite of what he wanted you to be. He had been trailing you for just enough time to learn patterns in your life, the people you associate with, the fact that you had a degree and a decent job. You had an apartment to call your own, a car that wasn’t stolen and yet you continued to break into people's homes and steal curious objects for what? Consignment sales? He wasn’t sure. But you weren’t going to give him the answers he was looking for. You enjoyed the life you built for yourself...even if you had to steal and sell things to arrive at ends meet to pay for everything in your life. 

“So... what can I do for you?” 

“Can you recall where and what you were going on the night of Thursday, November 28th?” 

“Thanksgiving?” You asked with a raised brow and he nodded. Loki pulled out no notebook to take notes, rather he watched every movement. He was trying to identify guilt, but you were a casual sleuth. It wasn’t a game he was used to because all of his suspects eventually gave in. 

“I got up around 8:30, maybe 9 and ate some breakfast, um I-” You took a seat on the arm of your couch, running a hand over your mouth trying to “remember” what exactly you were doing a few days ago. 

“-took a shower and then got started on my dish to pass at my parents dinner. I made sweet potatoes and stuffing-or dressing... I don’t know what you call it.” Loki was far from amused that you were making this appear less than serious. He couldn’t let himself believe that you were stupid enough to believe he wasn’t there on behalf of the story that captured the attention of the entire nation, so he didn’t believe a word you said. 

“When that was done I got ready, did my makeup, and headed out to my parents where my sister and her family were meeting us to have dinner. Then I left their house around 7-ish and came home.” 

“After dinner you went straight home?” 

“Yes.” 

You looked at him with an unfazed gaze which he met but didn’t buy. It was a game. A cat and mouse game that he wasn’t willing to bite into but it was too late, you already had him on a string. Loki would be lying if he didn’t find you attractive, even in the slightest. You were a beautiful woman, and it was because of how you looked that you’ve never been caught. You always covered every inch of your body and you looked unassuming. You had a perfectly pristine house, looked like someone who didn’t need to steal to live but then again, most of the time, all the people who do steal never look like they would because that is what people are taught not to look for. 

“I made some phone calls late last week and someone in your family spilled that you weren’t there. In fact, you haven’t been to a family holiday since you graduated college nearly ten years ago. Bad relationship?” 

“I can assure you–whoever you talked to, they weren’t there. I was there. I can tell you what I wore, what I ate, what was on the T.V. and what color shoe my nephew was wearing that day.” 

“Those could just be good guesses?” Loki let his eyes wander around the small living space. He looked at the picture frames, the vases, the bins, the T.V. stand, everything that could have screamed “out of place” to him but nothing did. 

“You didn’t happen to pass two little girls on your drive home, did you?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Two girls. I’m sure you’ve seen their picture on the news.” Loki pointed to the T.V. at first but then dug into his pocket and pulled out a single picture of two girls photographed on a playground. They were smiling widely and happily at the person behind the camera. You had never seen the girls so you shook your head no and crossed your arms. 

“No. I’ve never seen them before. Am I supposed to?” 

“I don’t know, are you?” 

“What are you implying, detective?” 

“Do you know the house you broke into on Thursday, November 28th was the home of Anna Dover. Anna and her friend Joy went missing that same night after returning to the Dover residence to find a whistle. You were inside the home at the time we believe the girls went missing. So, tell me–do you know where the girls are?” Loki was zoned in accusation. The man was unwavering in his tone or his assumption and you would say it was scary if you didn’t find it attractive. Why, God WHY, did the detective working on this case have to be everything you looked for in a man? It would be so much easier if he were old and wrinkled but he was far far from it. 

“Detective, if I would have known you would come into my home and accuse me of kidnapping two innocent girls, I wouldn’t have answered the ring.” 

“Where are the two girls? Do you know where they are?” 

“No. I told you I didn’t take the girls.” 

“But you were in the house? Did you see the girls?” 

“I didn’t say that either.” 

“What if I told you that you were a sloppy thief?” 

“Excuse me?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. You were certain that you were not. There was never a time where you left as much as a trace of hair in a location that you hit. 

“The bin.” Loki walked over to the T.V. stand that had three white bins tucked into slots. The bins were generally filled with junk except for one thing that the Dover’s told him went missing yesterday afternoon. A medium size blue decorative pot with yellow flowers on its sides. It was meant for shallow flowers as a table center piece that was gifted to Keller and Grace on their wedding day. Grace was distraught over it and it was sitting the left-most bin under the television. Loki pulled open the drawer and carefully took out the pot and you looked at it with a shrug. 

“Where did you get this?” 

“My mother.” 

“I thought I told you that they told me you haven’t spoken to them in a decade?” 

“Well I obviously spoke to them before that.” 

“I am going to ask you again and I want an honest answer. Where did you get this pot?” 

What were you supposed to do? The man literally cracked the code. If only you hadn’t chosen that house. Oh! How much easier your life would be. 

“I plead the fifth.” Oh, fuck. 

Loki set the pot carefully down and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. It would have been hot if you weren’t terrified of what came next. Then you made an ill-timed joke. 

“You’re not pulling those out for another reason are you?” You didn’t even laugh yourself because he simply ignored it and motioned for you to stand and turn around. 

“I am going to take you to the station and we will talk more there. Stand up, turn around, and give me your hands.” 

“I already told you I don’t know where the girls are.” Ignored again but the feeling of him pushing your shoulder with his hand and taking your wrist was something you wished you would stop replaying in your mind. 

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything-” 

The Conyer’s Police Station was wimpy compared to other cities. It was a small, single story brick building with three holding rooms and one interrogation room. You weren’t sure how long you sat in the holding cell, but it was nighttime by the time you were taken out of the room by another officer and into a brightly lit, slightly yellowed room with a mirrored window and a small desk with two chairs. There was a pencil and a pad of paper at the center of it but you were sure if it was going to be Detective Loki interrogating you, he wouldn’t need it. 

The officer uncuffed you with no words spoken and pointed at the chair facing the window. You rubbed your wrists from the friction the metal left before taking a seat and staring into the glass where your reflection met your own. You had nothing to do with the two missing girls so you had nothing to give them, or rather, nothing to give Loki to further his investigation. 

The man of the hour waltzed into the room a mere five minutes after you were sat down. He had a half-drank cup of coffee in one hand and a small grouping of papers in the other. Loki sat down, settling himself before looking up at you and beginning the interrogation. 

“Please state your name, age, and address.” 

You recited the information as told.

“How many homes a year do you burglarize?" Loki opened a file that was tucked under some papers with a series of pictures printed on a piece of computer paper. It was amalgamation of missing objects from families around Conyers. You were fucked, but you couldn't let him think that, or at least believe that you were guilty in anyway. Your stealing wasn't going to find those girls because you had no idea where in the world they were. You had never seen them before their faces were plastered on every hour of the news.

"Shouldn't my lawyer be here if you are going to accuse me of something?"

"Do you need a lawyer?"

"Do I, Detective?"

It was the attitude that angered him the most. A woman like you didn't need to steal. Based on your records, he had no reason to truly believe you would. Clean record. No screaming signs of intent or distrust popped out but he knew you were guilty. There was not a doubt. But there was something in that attitude that made him squirm. An attractive quality that he did not want to admit.

"If you answer the questions I ask truthfully, then no, you won't need a lawyer."

"Ask away." You leaned back in the chair with arms crossed and a determined narrowness to your eyes. It was a challenge. Try me, Detective. Do it, I dare you.

"When did you first start stealing?"

"When I was seven. My sister always had better stuff, so I took it."

"And that escalated to...what?" Instead of leaning back on his own chair, Loki leaned forward. His shoulders were hunched in an aggressive, intense tactic to scare you into admitting something that you didn't have any part of. He just wanted to find those girls and you happen to be a speed bump in the way.

"Minor petty theft. I never take anything over $500."

"How do you know what something is worth?"

"I'm sure you can find that in my file, Detective. Everything is there I am sure of it. You all know just how to frame the people you want. But I had nothing to do with those girls."

Loki's line of aggravation was growing thin. Sooner or later, attitude wasn't going to cut it and he was going to have to use the tactics he used on Alex Jones and other potential perpetrators on you. He never liked to get outright violent with women, but he couldn't let this go without trying to get something. The days were wearing thin and he needed to find Joy and Anna.

"You were in the Dover's house the night of the abduction. Where are the girls?"

"I told you I didn't have anything to do with that."

"Didn't or don't."

"Doesn't matter. I did not see them. I do not know where they are. Ruining children's lives isn't my MO, Detective-"

"But you do and you did! YOU were in that house. YOU were at the scene of the crime at the time they went missing. YOU are the one who knows what happened to those girls!" His voice was no longer steady and calm as he had been taught during his training. His string had snapped when in response, you laughed.

Loki flew out of his chair, rounded the table as the sound of his chair skidded across the floor and to the wall behind him. If you weren't so focused on him, you probably could have heard the surprised yells of the Detectives and Officers behind the mirror. The angered Detective roughly arrived at his destination–you, and grabbed the back of your hair, pulling your head back to look at him as he stood over you.

"Where the fuck are the girls?" It came out like a hiss. His eyes enraged with pain for the families and his own reputation if the case goes wrong and he doesn't find them in enough time. You weren't scared of him or his tactics. Rather, it was quite the opposite. If he wasn't attractive, you would have been disgusted but the man was the epitome of perfection and this scene would be one to get you off for years to come.

"I told you, I don't know where the girls are." He gripped your hair harder and you felt the chair waver underneath you. Still not scared.

"You're a liar, a fucking thief, and I don't believe you. Where are the girls? Do you like that sort of thing, huh? Do-"

"You sick fuck. I'm a thief not a fucking pedophile. I didn't take the girls!" You were slightly taken aback by his suggestion, but it was all a tactic. You had seen it on millions of police shows before. He just wanted answers, but he wasn't going to find them with you. Whatever in the sentence you had just spoken to him, Loki was worse off for it. He practically lifted you by the hair and charged you into the wall roughly. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make a point. He wasn't playing around but neither were you.

Loki's hand let go of your hair and one found itself on the wall next to your head as he closed in on you. You could feel his breathe on your face and his eyes pierced your goddamned soul. The other, well the other found itself right on your neck, holding you in place against the wall with a slight squeeze. Holy fuck.

"Keep this up Detective and I would have the means to believe this might lead to something else." The smile, your smile crept up on your face at your own assumption. You wouldn't complain if it did escalate to that.

"TELL ME WHERE THE GIRLS ARE? WHERE IS ANNA? WHERE IS JOY?"

"I told you I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE GIRLS ARE!"

There was something in your own anger that made him want to believe you didn't take the girls or had any clue where they were. He would hate to see a woman like you throw your life away for a career of crime. The proximity between the two of you was next to none. A knife wouldn't have been able to break the tension and the way he held you, unintentionally violent with a hand just a little too suggestively on your neck was a mistake but not one that he was readily going to admit. If this was any other situation, he might have let himself be willing to feel something more. But this was an interrogation, so he kept the face and squeezed just a little harder.

"Where are they? Tell me where they are?"

"Starting to sound like a broken record there. I would tell you again but I'm sure you have my admission of NOT KNOWING WHERE THEY ARE ON TAPE!"

Loki had enough and let your neck go with a jolt. His hands went to his belt where his cuffs were sitting and he pulled them out and turned you around. Your body was flush against the wall and one of his large, tattooed hands held your wrists together as he went to cuff them. This was another thing that would forever be engrained in your "sexy when it shouldn't be" file in your brain.

"Fine. You won't tell me where they are? Maybe a night in lock up will make you think." His voice was low, just at the base of your ear and his hot breath lingered on your neck as you could hear nothing but your heart beating out of your chest and the sound of cuffs closing.

But the man didn't get much further than that because the door to the room opened and like two deer in headlights, you both turned your heads to the sound of the intruder. It was another officer who looked both scared and amused and slightly embarrassed in regard to what he walked in on. He approached Loki as the latter man pulled you off the wall and forward, in front of him to walk toward the door.

"It was the hospital. Joy Birch was just admitted."

The look on Loki's face was priceless. You literally scoffed out loud and turned your face to his.

"I told you I had no fucking idea where they were."

Loki simply passed you over to the other officer and headed to the door, frustrated and confused about his own work and internal feelings about what had just happened–both the realization that you had no idea where they were and that he had been aggressive to the point where it kind of turned him on.

"Detective!" He was halfway out the door when you called out to him and if he had a mind, he would have ignored you and continued on, but he was so flustered that he did.

"If you ever want to use those cuffs sometime, you know where to find me."

Loki didn't say anything, but his eyes wandered. From your face to your body to the floor and back up. It was an unashamed look that made the officer uncomfortable, but you couldn't help but let a small, sly smile grace your face at his look. This man would be the end of your criminal career if he managed to find the time to reunite with you again.

And he did. Two days after Keller Dover was found in a hole and on a holiday he knew you were not going to spend with your family.

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

Is She the Reason?

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Summary: Angel has been distant lately and Y/N discovers the reason why.

Warning(s): Foul language, angst, cheating :(

Word count: 1,831

Author’s Note: I’ve been in a sad mood so this kind of came out of that. Plus of course the Destiny’s Child song of the same title was inspiration. There is kind of a prequel in my docs that may get posted in the future. We shall see. Also the text in the gif isn’t relevant, I just needed sad Angel. Questions, comments, and concerns are always welcome. My inbox is open. Enjoy!

Part 2

The MC was dealing with a very busy couple of weeks. With the Galindos now working with Rebels, the Mayans were needed to help facilitate the relationship incognito. Angel had a position now so his responsibilities were even greater and you’d seen him less and less. He used to call and text frequently, but you stopped receiving those all the time as well. Something felt wrong, but you chalked it up to him just being busy. You missed just being in his arms and seeing that annoyingly sexy smile on his face. You knew the guys were running day in and day out so you wanted to do something for them. With the help of Chucky, you organized a special dinner for everyone. You knew it could get interrupted with urgent club news, but you had to try.

With meat provided by Pops and sides prepared by you, the boys practically had a feast laid out in the middle of the clubhouse. You had come to really care about all members of the club. Your father was a retired police captain who always had a soft spot for the club. He was actually friends with Bishop and Marcus. You’d known them all your life. Of course EZ, Coco, and Gilly had a special place in your heart because of their closeness to Angel. They became like brothers to you quickly. EZ was the baby brother with the gentle soul, Coco was the wild one, and Gilly was just so damn lovable. They were the perfect balances for Angel and you were so happy he had them in his life.

As you finished making sure everything was laid out to perfection, you heard the rumblings of engines outside.

“They’re here!” Chucky excitedly declared and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes I can hear that Chucky. Start opening some beers up, yeah?” You suggested and he nodded his head as he followed instructions. You had just made your way from behind the bar when the doors opened.

“Something smells good as fuck in here. No way Chucky cooked.” Bishop stated as he walked in with Taza and Loza behind him.

“Absolutely not. I love y’all too much for that. I figured you busy men deserved a nice home cooked meal. Dig in, Jefe.” You announced, smiling at them. Obispo was like a second father to you. Your father and him had developed a highly unlikely friendship that was still strong after all these years. They played cards every week.

“Gracias, chica.” Bishop replied, placing a paternal kiss on the side of your head before walking towards where Chucky had beers lined out.

You were greeted and hugged by the rest of the gang, with Coco and Gilly pulling up the rear.

“You cooked, Y/N? Please tell me you made mac and cheese.” Coco asked, with the closest thing to a pout on his face that you’d ever see.

“Nope. Not this time.” You lied, just to see his and Gilly’s faces dropped. It was so funny.

“I’m just playing. Of course I-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence because Gilly and Coco were racing each other to get to the pan first. 

“Y’all better share!” You yelled after them, laughing and shaking your head before heading towards the door. Angel hadn’t been inside yet so you figured he was outside talking to EZ. You had on your favorite pair of jeans that hugged your ass just how he liked it and you had recently taken down your braids to let your natural hair breathe. You had a fresh twist out and you knew your tight curls bouncy and shining in the sunlight.

As you stepped outside, you spotted Angel immediately. He was leaning against the side of the opened van door speaking with a woman sitting down on the van’s floor. You tried not to let yourself be the jealous type. Angel was a very attractive man that often had girls trying to holla at him. He never seemed to entertain them. Nah, it wasn’t the fact that he was talking to a woman that bothered you. It’s the way he was talking to her.

He was completely engrossed by her. You could only see his profile but you recognized the softness in his face. It’s the same look he would give to you. The look that had you feeling like you were the center of his universe. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the genuine smile that spread across his face as he became amused at something the woman said. You watched his hand run up her forearm and give it a gentle squeeze. There was nothing overtly sexual happening, but the intimacy of it all broke your heart.

The woman wasn’t someone familiar to you. At first. But then you spotted the unique tattoo on her neck. You had heard that tattoo described before. Adelita. The rebel leader. She was beautiful. There was a quiet power to her that almost pulled you in. All of the dots began connecting in your head. All those times he mentioned Adelita and how smart she was, how brave she was, what a badass she was. You thought it was just respect, but now you see it’s more than that. Something was going on between them.

Noise caught your attention and from your peripheral you spotted EZ coming out from his RV. You watched him assess the situation in seconds flat. You turned your head to make eye contact with him and the sad smile on his face, the apology written clear as day there, took your breath away. You felt a tear slide down your face and you turned around to quickly wipe it away.

When you turned back around, EZ had walked over and broken up the conversation. Angel finally turned around and saw you there. You could have swore you saw a quick flash of guilt cross his face before he walked over to you.

“Hey querida.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug.

Even with your confusion, heartbreak, and anger you couldn’t help completely folding into the hug. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist and you found yourself inhaling his scent. “Hi.” You breathed out as you finally pulled back from the hug.

“Hey Y/N/N, what are you doing here?” EZ asked, giving you a one armed squeeze.

“I cooked dinner for y’all. There’s plenty inside. Even for your friend here.” You mentioned, with a nod in the woman’s direction. “Except maybe the mac and cheese if someone didn’t stop Coco and Gilly from being hogs.”

“Gracias,” Adelita told you before walking inside the clubhouse with EZ. You watched as Angel watched her for a second before dragging his eyes back to you. There was a silence between y’all before you broke it.

“Is she the reason?” You quietly asked Angel.

“What?”

You scrubbed your hands over your face, trying to hold yourself together. “Is she the reason? The reason you don’t call like you used to? Come around my place like you used to? Or put it on me hard like you used to do?”

“Y/N, it’s not like that.”

“I didn’t ask what it’s like. I asked if she’s the reason that my calls didn't reach you? The deepest of my love couldn’t please you? Tell me the truth right fucking now. I deserve to know.”

There was another silence between y’all as you just stared in his eyes. You were begging, practically pleading with him to tell you that you were wrong. You were putting too much on nothing. That there was no one else… “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Angel sighed, and you felt your heart drop into your stomach

“No..no, no, NO fucking dammit Angel!” You shoved him hard, your heartbreak manifesting as anger. “You promised me…”

He stumbled back a little at your push. “I’m so sorry Y/N. We were just working together, but something about her I-”

You cut him off with an angry hiss, “Shut up!” You didn’t want to hear all the things he found so wonderful about her. They didn’t matter. You just started pacing back and forth in front of him. You guys were lucky the yard was closed today and that EZ probably told everyone to stay inside and give y’all space. But honestly, you didn’t even care if you made a scene right now.

“You told me that before you stepped, you’d let me know. You promised you’d tell me if anything changed. You promised to be honest. You promised not to embarrass me. You promised, Angel, you promised…” Your voice broke as the full realization hit you. He’d been carrying out this affair for however long and he didn’t have the decency to tell you. You’ve been worried about him this whole time, but he’s been having himself a great time. You couldn’t stop the tears that flowed.

His eyes closed in guilt and sadness as you started to cry. He never wanted to hurt you. He just got into a situation that spiraled out of control. “Lo siento mucho cariño.” 

You just shook your head, unable to believe his words. Unable to believe what was happening. “Before you let me see you with her, you could have told me a change was gonna come. Told me something, anything...but no. How could you let it go this far if you had doubts that I wasn’t the one?”

“I didn’t have any doubts. It didn’t happen like that. I love you, but I just….I can’t explain it.”

“Love? You love me?” You repeated, your voice hoarse and breaking with the word. This wasn’t love. Love should never have so much confusion. Your mind was spinning and you needed to leave. Immediately. “I can’t do this.” You try to walk away but he grabs you.

“Y/N wait, please…” He pleaded, taking your hand and that physical contact caused you to snap.

“GET OFF ME!” You yelled at him, snatching your hand back. All thoughts of not making a scene left your mind. You were reacting from pure hurt. Your scream brought out the men from the clubhouse. “And don’t ever touch me again. We’re done, Angel. We’re so fucking over. You need to get your shit together, but I’m not gonna wait around until you do.”

And then you were rushing to your car and speeding out of the scrap yard. Angel tried his best to keep himself together even as he felt like his heart was beat out of his chest. He wanted to race after you but all he could do was watch you go. He felt someone step up beside him.

“I thought I told you not to be stupid, Angel.” Bishop told him, eyes still on the road your car sped down. He was pissed.

“Bish, I-” Angel started, but was interrupted by Bishop’s fist meeting his mouth. He fell to the ground, wiping at his busted lip.

“Just stay away from her.”

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Word Of Your Body Duet (Roland x Rin Davies)

Andante, Andante

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: angst, bit of fluff mixed in with smut, one outdated word,

A/N: Everyone has their secrets, but sometimes we need someone to share them with. Roland just chooses his last night to let Rin in on his. This is a follow-up to Songbird

Roland sat on the edge of Rin's bed while she paced back and forth anxiously in front of him. Since he came over earlier in the evening, they only managed to kiss until their lips swelled. Rin had taken her gloves off, but refused to touch Roland anywhere with bare skin.

“I don't understand. You said I do nothing to ye?”

“You-you don't,” Rin stuttered. “At least not normally. This isn’t normal, Roland. We've known each other for over a year, and until yesterday neither of us have given any inkling that we are attracted to each other. I mean who wouldn't be attracted to you? Look at you, you're terribly handsome.”

Roland cocked an eyebrow, “Handsome in a terrible way. I'll admit t’the terrible part. I can be a bit..”

“Of a twat?”

“Much. It's the handsome part I don't know I’d agree with. There's not exactly a line around the block.”

“I just don't like surprises. I've had things happen.. To me. I can't take that again.”

Roland reached out and hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Rin’s jeans. He drew her down into his lap, his arms held her in place.

“First you’re giving me motion sickness watching all that back and forth. Second will ye just bloody touch me?! Anywhere, you'll see something I've never told anyone at this school. Not that I have friends besides you.”

Rin’s heart fell. That really couldn't be the truth? Roland wasn't all that bad, he was just a little.. blunt. Not that she had friends, present company aside. It was difficult for Rin to get close with anyone in case their true personalities showed through. She had a knack for telling people their feelings before they were even ready.

“What if I don't like what I see?”

“It's nothing that salacious. Just a wee bit I suppose,” there was a shrug in his shoulder. “If ye don't like it, ye never have t’see me again.”

“Why do you keep saying that like another semester won't roll around?”

“I'm moving to Perth,” he said matter of fact.

“AUSTRALIA?!” Rin was gobsmacked.

“Jupiter!” Roland gave a mock surprised face that teased the girl on his lap.

Rin shoved Roland somewhere between serious and playful. “Oh don't be a bastard!”

“I can't be one! My parents were married!” his brows furrowed in fake consternation. “As far as I know at least?” He stroked his chin in deep thought.

“Can you ever talk without sarcasm or snark?!”

“I'm like Tinkerbell, but I must be acerbic to live!”

Rin’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head. The banter was so natural between them. In that weird way you never notice how much you want or need someone until they won't be there tomorrow. She became instantly pained. Rin had never felt as at-ease with anyone, sharing her secrets and her songs as openly as she did with Roland.

Now her voice was soft and sad, “What's in Oz you can't find here?”

“They offered me a place at their sister conservancy. I've got family over there too. What's left of them.”

Roland nudged his nose against Rin’s. He nuzzled downwards and along her cheek. Taking a chance in kissing her once more where his nose had been. He let his lips linger on her skin, so she knew he would be an open book if she wanted. Even if it was just a day or so before he left her.

Rin draped her arms around Roland’s shoulders before kissing him again. There was a heat, that taste of smoke. Of trailers and RVs all parked together around campfires and music. Then a spice of peppers as his tongue overpowered hers. His kisses taste like Travellers, once called Gypsy.

Roland’s mouth was hungry for her as he awkwardly reached for the hem of her shirt. Desperate to feel Rin, she could tell. All of her. There was nothing sinister about his intentions. Just fiddles and drums and whiskey.

In a blur of laughter and limbs, Rin and Roland clambered to their feet to strip down to their underwear. She flattened her scarred hands on his chest. For someone who could see into someone's mind or emotions, how did Rin miss his olive skin? Those subtle differences that would've given him such grief if others knew.

Rin said it out loud in the sudden quiet. only Roland’s wild heartbeat under her fingers and heavy breath that builds. “You're a gypsy.”

Her eyes focused on his body. An ache between her thighs as she glanced down at the erection inside of his boxers. He wasn't embarrassed. In fact, he was quite confident for Roland at this moment.

Roland’s hands were in Rin’s hair. Entangled so that they tugged her head upwards with a pleasurable pain. She was forced to meet his eyes as he leaned down to mesh his mouth with hers again. His tongue darted in swiftly before she reciprocated. He let his hands stray down over her body to the hook of her bra where he fumbled but only briefly before it came free.

“Not anymore,” Roland’s voice thick.

“I'm sorry. Traveller?” Rin was apologetic.

Her hips involuntarily pushed into his as she lightly brushed her fingers down his body. They traced around his waist to the small of his back. That dip just above the band of his boxers.

“No, I mean I'm not a Traveller or a gypsy anymore. Best assimilate with the other gorja. Being “normal” has made everything easier.”

There was a sadness now in Roland's flesh. It flowed just underneath the surface as Rin embraced him. Her experience with tents and churches and people “speaking in tongues” as her parents forced her to perform “miracles” on blind faith punters bubbled over her surface and spread to Roland’s.

“Wren. It wasn't like that. I'm sad because I miss them. I'm ashamed of turning my back on the people who raised me. That's where I fell in love with music. C’mon you’re ruining our last night!”

Roland let go and laid on the bed with his back to the wall. He propped himself up on his elbow and tapped the bed a few times. “Let me take care of you?” An eyebrow arched suggestively.

“You know what you're doing?”

Still, Rin laid down beside Roland on her back. He bent forward with a hand on her neck and pecked her lips softly. Once. Twice, before she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue. They mingled and danced with each other as Rin slipped her hand inside the fly of Roland’s boxers so she could trace her fingers along his erection.

There was a sharp intake of breath as Roland’s stomach contracted at her touch. Rin knew it was more of a delighted surprise as her hand now curled around the shaft and began to stroke back and forth. Her fingertips worked up a friction as he finally exhaled heavily into her. Then, with just a moment’s hesitation, palmed her between the legs.

Rin’s turn to gasp in pleasure as he rubbed swift circles on her underwear. Teased her until a wetness formed that he pushed the fabric aside to get to. His fingers easily slid in and out of her until they almost started to play. Hooked and curved like she was guitar strings. Rin clenched her eyes shut in ecstasy as she broke the kiss to bury her hand at a pillow. With their guard down, Roland began to play.

Rin got lost in the way his fingers moved inside of her. They searched and learned as they went. She felt Roland’s eyes on her as he darted in over her G-Spot, but Rin thought that to be accidental. Still he forged on; only stopping when her body started to jerk just slightly. He kept at it once he realized that was her clit.

Roland craned again to cover Rin’s mouth with a kiss. His hand never ended manipulating her as he opened a door to her gifts. She was at her most vulnerable, and welcomed him in.

Roland stood just outside the caravan his family spent their summers. He and his Dá had their rows over the enrollment at the conservancy. How had he saved that much money, and why had he disobeyed the rules of the family? Every penny earned went to them, the community. Not some gorja school in Cork.

Roland knew if he left he would be excommunicated from them. He couldn't return, they would make sure he wouldn't be able to find them. Still, with his kit and guitar he looked ahead and never back. He wouldn't always blend in; when he hit it big, Roland would pay them their respect.

By first year's end, gifted students like him were set up with mentors. Someone who had been around the program for a few years. She was pretty with soul piercing blue eyes and jet black hair. Roland was smitten.

Unused to outsiders who moved kind of slow compared to Traveller girls who weren't afforded time. They married by 17 or 18; his own mother was only 33 years old while Roland was 18. Yet in his culture, sex before marriage was unheard of. They dated in large chaperoned groups, and being alone with a woman was forbidden until marriage. His mentor took advantage of that. Of him.

It started the way some flings do, innocent flirting. Then one day as they sat side by side on the piano bench, she stopped playing and made a pattern of nothing on Roland’s thigh. She lightly scratched the denim material before passing over his crotch. Roland played faster to match his breathing as she started to tighten her grip on his noticeable erection. She unzipped his jeans, delved inside his boxers to take his naked cock in her hand. His improvised playing matched the way she began to jerk him off. Frenzied. Clandestine. Wanton. His music and the way he felt were both.. Perfect.

That's the way she did it. Told him it was more fun to keep it hidden. Just between them when it was their time in the practice suites. How powerful it made Roland feel to have a secret like that. How she went down on him some days. Or when they finally fucked (Roland was convinced it was more) on the piano bench. She rode him while he admitted he loved her. He always said he loved her. She would ignore him.

His scores faltered a bit, but his teachers agreed it was probably the adjustment to conservancy life. He was still better than nearly everyone, which made his head grow. Until one afternoon when they were in the room. A surprise.

Roland laid on top of Rin, her legs bent around him. He dug through the pockets of his jeans almost frantically. He was pressed hard into her thigh, but Rin urged him inside of her.

“What are you doing?”

“I forgot a condom.”

“Doesn't matter”

“Do ye really want t’have a baby with someone like me?”

“I can't have them,” Rin was matter of fact.

“Oh.. I'm sorry?” Roland pushed up on one arm to get a better look at her.

“I don't know if you should be. I'm not exactly chuffed with myself half days, imagine me as a mum. With my,” she held her hands aloft. Roland kissed them.

“Then you're meant for so much more.” It was a whisper as he sunk inside of his friend.

Rin’s breath caught in her throat for the hundredth time that evening. She held Roland as he moved in her the same way his fingers had. Her hands splayed along his shoulders as they found a cadence; silent except for their breathing. Roland’s heavy. Rin's airy as she realized a little more about him.

She was married. With a little girl about 7 or 8. Roland knew her husband as the head of the classical music department. Roland’s department. He listened as they talked about him like an art exhibit instead of a human. technique not passion.

But the husband found out, and Roland was placed in the folk music program. It just made him heart sick for Ireland and caravans and Sunday night cèilidh. How he couldn't go back, but she had stopped him from moving forward. Folk music, HIS music, required love and emotion and Roland had been told he was only good for the technical.

Then he did something he hadn't done since he was 3 or 4, Roland just stopped. He'd play something that was mechanical and cold and hard like he would become. Even if Rin had changed his view these past few months.

Rin loved Roland in that moment as he rocked harder and faster. And he loved her. It wasn't the romantic kind; that was ok too. Sometimes you just need a partner to play music with.

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[soniaxdixon]

The New World; Series, Pt 3

okay, two parts in one day but I really just felt like writing. enjoy this part!! 

Okay so this is my first time writing a fic and obviously will be my first series but I’ve just rewatched TWD for like the 17th time and my obsession with Daryl has reached new levels. I hope that it isn’t too shit and that you guys actually read/like it. Thank you in advance for baring with my average writing but I mean, how else will I learn? Anyway, enjoy!

Sonia x

Season 1

Part 3 of ??

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger hot headed sister. When Rick gets shot and falls into a coma, Y/N’s world ends. Y/N Finds herself at a quarry near Atlanta with her nephew carl, sister in law Lori and her best friend Glenn where she meets her new family including the equally hot headed redneck Daryl Dixon. Over time Y/N and Daryl begin to form a friendship, finally allowing one another to open up to someone and maybe finding someone they can actually love.

Words: 1790

Okay, I couldn’t hold out much longer with the whole slow burn thing, something happens in this fic...

Warnings: swearing, a little angst, slight mention of gore.

With your brother, Daryl, Glenn and T-Dogg gone you found yourself struggling to think about anything else other then something happening to them. What if they got surrounded by walkers, what if merle flips and does something to them. Constant ‘what if’ questions rolled through your head as you paced in your tent.

“Y/N!” You heard dale holler

“Hey Dale, what’s up?”

“You’ve been in your tent since they left, wanted to get you out here with the rest of the group, make sure you’re okay.” He said with sincerity.

“Thanks, Dale, I’m all good, don’t you worry. Got any jobs for me to do? I’d like to keep my mind busy.”

“Not really any jobs to do but you’re more than welcome to relax in the RV, I’ve got a couple of old books in there, maybe that’ll put your mind at ease.”

You nodded gratefully and made your way inside the RV, shuffling through Dale’s book collection until you settled on one, reading in the bed until the words began to sling together and you fell into a deep sleep.

You were woken up a while later by Carl gently shaking you. You jolted awake and grabbed your knife when you realised you had fallen asleep for god knows how long.

“Woah! I’m just here to let you know dinners ready.”

You scooted off the bed, stepped out of the RV and walked over to the group sitting around a fire, fresh grilled fish already on a plate for you. You sat next to Lori and nudged her. “I missed dinner prep? How long was I asleep, I should have helped.”

“You must have needed the rest, it was best to let you sleep.”

You nodded as you shoved a giant fork full of fish into your mouth while your stomach growled.

This night was like any other, sitting around with your family, chatting like nothing was wrong in the world, though you found yourself subconsciously searching for the archer who would usually sit across from you, constantly sneaking glances at each other. Your heart rate sped up at the thought of him and then the reality that he wasn’t there set in again, as did the worry. You were pulled from your thoughts by Andrea’s voice.

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta pee, geez, try to be discrete around here” Amy responded earning a laugh from the group.

You went to take another bite of your fish when Amy’s scream filled the air. You threw the plate and reached for your gun as you watched Amy being ripped into, Andrea already running towards her with Jim. Walkers started hastily shuffling out of the trees towards your family as you and the others sprung into action.

“Lori, Carl, you get behind me now!” You yelled over the gunfire shoving your nephew out of dangers way and putting yourself in the middle of it. You aimed at the nearest walker and BANG, it fell, a bullet between its eyes.

You noticed another hobbling towards carol, BANG, another down.

You continued to pace backwards until it was safe to send Lori and Carl into the RV. A walker lunged at you, BANG, now it was at your feet. You turned for a second when you heard Lori scream as Shane shot a biter that was close to her.

As you turned around another one lunged at you as you brought your gun up,

Click.

Your stomach knotted at the sound, you were out of bullets. You pushed against the walker with all your force as its teeth gnashed at your face. You could feel your arms weakening as its teeth got closer to your face, your feet began sliding in the dirt. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull one hand away to get your knife, this one was too big, the slightest move now and you would be gone.

BANG

The walker collapsed on top of you, knocking the air out of you as you went down. Suddenly the body was tossed away and a hand was outstretched. You realised who it was, grabbed his hand and he hoisted you up off the ground.

“Thanks, Daryl.”

He nodded and then proceeded to take out the walkers that just kept coming. You noticed how he shielded your body with his own as the dead got closer until finally, there were none left.

When everything was clear, he stormed off towards his tent without saying a word to you.

You found rick and threw your arms around him

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He mumbled into your hair

“For what?”

“For protecting Carl and Lori.”

“It’s what I do.” You chuckled slightly as you let go of him, your eyes flicking over to Daryl’s tent.

You built up some courage and started trekking towards his tent, stopping suddenly at the entrance and struggling to think of what to say. Before you had the chance to say anything he broke the silence.“Leave me alone.”

You stood there for a second before you shook your head and began unzipping the door to the tent and stepping inside. He stood up from his bed and loomed over you.  “Stupid girl, didn’t you hear what I said? Leave me the fuck alone!”

At this point he was yelling in your face but you stood your ground, getting angrier until you looked up into his eyes, you could see how red they were, he’d been crying, your anger slowly faded.  “I don’t need your fucking pity, get lost.”

He turned, expecting you to leave but instead, without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around his middle and he stiffened at the sudden contact, staring at his bed in front of him, then looking down at your arms that linked around his waist, holding him tight, grounding him. You felt his breath become shaky as he let himself cry which only made you hold him tighter.

When his breathing began to slow, you gently unlinked your arms and he turned to face you, tears staining his cheeks.

“I’m not here to offer you pity, I came to say thank you for saving me. I came to see if you were okay.”

He just stared at you for a second before you carefully reached up and wiped a single tear that was rolling down his cheek, then slowly, you snaked your hands around his neck and brought him into another hug. This time he didn’t flinch, he melted into you, placing his head in the crook of your neck while he let himself calm down.

“M’ sorry I snapped.” He whispered into your neck.

You pulled back and looked into his eyes, the blue being highlighted by his unshed tears.

“You don’t have to apologise, I get it.”

He nodded as his hands found your waist and he pulled you into another hug. This man had never been shown proper affection, he had never shown it to anyone but he so desperately craved it and you understood that, you finally gave him the affection he needed, that he deserved. You stayed like that for a minute before you pulled away, grabbing his hand and leading him over to his makeshift bed, a cot in the corner of his tent with his sleeping bag on top. You sat with him on the end of the bed and finally built up the bravery to ask.

“Daryl, what happened out there?”

He looked at you and struggled to form the words, tears threatened to fall from his eyes again until you reached for his hand and took it in yours.

“He wasn’t there, he ain’t dead but he was gone. Cut off his own damn hand, cauterised it. Tough son of a bitch. We went to look for ‘im but then this kid showed up and started yellin’, some guys took Glenn and we got into this whole thing, thought they might’ve had Merle too y’know. They didn’t. By the time we sorted everything out our damn truck was missin’ so we had to walk back. Thats when we heard the gun shots. Y/N I ran, I ran so fast and ya wanna know why? Because I thought I was gonna lose ya. I couldn’t lose ya too. I don’t know what it is but something inside me goes crazy whenever you’re around. I ain’t good at this type a thing, I don’t know how to explain it but it’s like I need to protect ya and I don’t know why. We’ve hardly talked but when we do it’s like my chest is on fire.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him, you hung onto every word for dear life, like he was reading your mind, like he was reading your emotions. Before you knew it you were pulling his face towards yours, pressing your lips against his, fitting together like a puzzle, like he was the one piece you have been missing your whole life. You slowly pulled away and looked at him, his eyes still closed from the kiss, a small smile gracing his lips, causing you to break out in a smile too.

“Daryl.” His name had never sounded so sweet, he opened his eyes looking deeply into yours as his cheeks flushed red. “That’s exactly how I feel.”

You spoke for a while, exchanging stories of the past. For a man who was so reserved, he seemed to open up to you like you were the only one who held the key to his stories. He told you about Merle, about his mother. He told you about his father, the things he used to do to merle, to him. You didn’t push him, you didn’t ask to see the scars, you simply listened and that was all he needed. The noise of everyone outside had finally quietened and that was your cue that it was time to retreat back to your tent.

“I’m gonna head back to my tent, I’ll see you in the morning.”

He wanted to ask you to stay, he needed you to stay. He felt like that was the only way he could sleep but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

You wanted to stay, fall asleep on his chest like the many nights you had dreamt of, but you didn’t want to push what had happened. You slipped out of his tent, zipping it closed and walking over to your own. You couldn’t help fight the smile that crept on your face.

Neither you nor Daryl got much sleep that night, replaying the moments that happened, longing for each other in a way like never before.

[echoghost1]

Dark Familiarity

Word Count: 2608

For: @gottacatchghosts

Summary: Danny has been hunting ghosts for a while now. He has been ever since they ruined his life and a mysterious package arrived with everything he needed to exact his revenge.

TW: Character Death!

You can read on AO3 or down below the cut.

Danny slowly slid the window open. He knew if he went too fast it would squeak. Just as he nearly had it wide enough for him to fit through, the door behind him opened.

“Danny?” his mom called out with a hint of warning in her voice.

He sighed and slid his backpack off of his shoulder. “Yeah?” he said with as much disinterest as he could muster. Which was a lot, surprisingly.

“What are you doing?”

“Opening the window? Am I not allowed fresh air now?” he said with a scoff. Could she just hurry up with the lecture already? He was missing out on his patrols and if he waited too long that ghost girl would get all the good ones.

She crossed her arms and scowled right back at him, “Why do you need your backpack to open a window? And where’s the screen?”

“It fell out.” That was true enough. She didn’t need to know that it was because he had kicked it out about a month ago.

“And the backpack?”

“I just hadn’t taken it off yet. Anything else you want to interrogate me over?”

She sighed and all the previous agitation drained out of her, “Why are you so angry? You never used to be this angry.”

“Well, maybe it’s because my life sucks?! Did you ever think of that? Maybe moving to this terrible apartment complex at the beginning of the school year wasn’t such a great idea?”

“You know we couldn’t afford to stay in our old house after what happened.”

“Yeah, but you could have tried a little harder to find a place with a few less rats, don’t you think?”

“Daniel!”

“Or maybe this is just who I am now?” He snatched his bag off the ground and pushed the window the rest of the way up. He didn’t care if she saw anymore. He just had to get out and shoot something.

“What are you-? Get back in here this instant!” His mom yelled as he slipped out the window and stood on the fire escape.

“You don’t want me to be angry here, so I’m going out.”

“Danny please, just come back in. It’s not safe out here at night.”

He didn’t bother replying. The only words in his mind were cruel and he didn’t want to make this worse.

He took the fire escape stairs two at a time and jumped from the ladder to the dirty sidewalk below. He quickly walked a few blocks until he got to the corner store, then he slipped into the alley and put his hunter suit on.

The technology used to make the gear was so beyond what he even thought was possible. He still had yet to meet the person who had sent it to him, but it worked so well he hardly cared if he ever would.

There was a ping on his visor HUD and he couldn’t help the smirk that stretched across his features. That looked like a big one. Perfect.

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Due to him staying out much longer than necessary for ghost hunting patrols he accidentally slept through a test and got in trouble for fighting when he decided to stand up for himself for once.

Why he got in trouble for not wanting to be shoved inside his own locker for the hundredth time was beyond him.

“I can’t believe you kicked Dash in the balls.”

Oh yeah, that’s why he was in trouble.

He laughed, “Well if he hadn’t made it so easy I wouldn’t have been able to.”

“Okay, but when did you become such a badass?” Tucker asked as the two sat in the empty classroom and waited for their detention to start.

Danny just shrugged.

He hadn’t told his friends about the ghost hunting yet. He almost did, but when he heard Sam going off about ‘Ghost Rights’ he figured it would just be easier to keep it a secret.

“Well maybe tone it down next time? I thought the plan was to be geeks in school and then take over the world when we graduate college and all the dumb jocks have to work for us?”

“That may be your plan, but I don’t think I’m patient enough for that.”

Tucker rolled his eyes before quickly pocketing his phone as Mr. Lancer entered the room.

He takes his sweet time making it to his desk before looking over the files in front of him, “Tucker Foley. Repeated loitering by the girl’s locker rooms and having your phone in the classroom.” he sighed and looked at Tucker with a disapproving frown before looking at Danny’s report. “Daniel Fenton. Sleeping in class. Talking back to faculty. Fighting with other students? Mr. Fenton, I know you’re going through a rough patch right now.”

Whatever he was about to say Danny didn’t want to hear it. “Save it. If I wanted a pity party, I would have thrown one myself.”

Mr. Lancer slapped the papers back onto his desk. “I was hoping some positive reinforcement would do you some good but clearly that’s not what you want.”

“How is getting detention for standing up to bullying ‘positive reinforcement’?”

“Danny,” Tucker whispered through clenched teeth, “stop! You’re gonna make it worse.”

“What could possibly be worse?”

“Suspension! You’re suspended for the next two weeks! Hopefully, that will get your attitude back in check.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Actually, as Vice Principal, I very much can. Now, wait here while I call your parents.”

Danny clenched his fists and glared at the floor. This wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair and everything was stupid.

If he couldn’t go to school what the heck was he supposed to do all day? He certainly wasn’t going to sit around in the apartment.

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Oddly enough, news of his suspension gave his dad the idea to visit his old college friend. “Sure I haven’t seen the man in years, but I’m sure he’d love to have us. It is our 20-year reunion this year, maybe he’d like to catch up?”

“Are you going to call him first? Before you just show up?” Jazz asked looking up from her book. It was a valid question giving their dad’s tendency to just do things.

“No need! He sent this invitation just the other day. It got lost in the mail for a bit due to the move, but here it is!” he said pulling the invite out with a flourish. “Nothing like a good old road trip to put the mind at ease!”

“Wisconson? That’s at least a four-hour drive from here.”

“Yeah! It’s going to be great! Especially if we see any cool attractions on the way!” his dad continued oblivious to his daughter’s distress.

“You know, this might be a good thing for us.” his mom said as she looked over the flyer. “I’ll give him a call and see if he minds if we all come.”

“I can’t believe that you get in trouble and now I have to waste my weekend on some dumb family road trip.” Jazz grumbled mostly to herself before sticking her nose back in her book.

Danny just rolled his eyes and went to his room. Apparently, he had some packing to do.

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They ended up leaving much later than they had intended because his mom wasn’t able to get off of work any sooner than 6 ‘o clock. Because of their late departure, they had to sleep crammed into a sketchy motel. If they still had the RV they could have slept there, but that got sold with the house and all their inventions.

The sleepover did reveal some very interesting bit of news that their parents had decided to wait until the very last second to mention. Apparently, this mysterious old college friend was none other than Vlad Masters.

The name meant nothing to Danny until Jazz started going on about how he was some super successful billionaire or whatever.

That was not something he would have expected to hear.

It was made even weirder when they said he had a lab accident when they were in college that sounded an awful like it might have been his dad’s fault.

No wonder they got shut down.

Danny can’t help but wonder what his life would have been like if they had built the portal in the basement as they had wanted, instead of renting the lab space at Axion. He’d probably would have gotten hurt somehow. He’s honest with himself enough to admit that he’s clumsy and accident-prone.

Or at least he used to be.

Now he’s always ready.

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Meeting Vlad was, interesting, to say the least.

The man was both obsessed with the Green Bay Packers and also Danny’s mom.

Jazz said it was fine as long as mom said no, and she was usually right about things when it came to other people so he let it slide.

He was watching the reunion party get set up when Vlad came up beside him, “Can I have a word with you?” he asked in his smooth rich guy voice.

“Uh, sure?” Danny agreed and followed Vlad out of the room and down the hall.

They walked for a while in complete silence and just when Danny was about to say something they entered a laboratory.

“So, how is the equipment fairing? Everything working properly?” Vlad asked casually.

“Equipment?” Danny asked when the only equipment he owned was his secret ghost hunting gear.

Vlad turns to face him with a smirk Danny can’t quite place. “Yes, you’re ghost hunting equipment.”

“You know about that?”

“Who do you think gave it to you?”

Danny hesitated and realized maybe he should have looked into what Dlav Co. was after all.

“How many well-off individuals with a background in ghost studies do you think there are?” he chuckles, “Or did it not occur to you to know your benefactor?”

Danny frowned not at all liking how this guy was talking. “If you wanted me to know who you were, why didn’t you just say so when you sent it to me?”

“And risk anyone finding out I’ve given dangerous and experimental weapons to a fourteen-year-old? No thank you.”

“Then why give them to me at all?”

“Because you're the most capable ghost hunter I've ever seen!” he praised as he put a hand on Danny’s shoulder as he steered him further into the lab. “You’re a natural in the field. Quick battle reflexes and amazing adaptability. It’s like you were born for this.”

“You really think so?”

An adult saying nice things about Danny was so rare, but this was something else. Was this guy actually proud of him? What he’d give for his own parents to be even half this proud of him.

“Of course, dear boy.” He let go of Danny as they approached a large workbench, “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of gathering your equipment.”

Danny looked to where Vlad was gesturing and saw that that was his suit and all of his guns. Even the hoverboard was there too.

He hadn’t brought his ghost hunting gear with him. He distinctly remembers leaving that at home. In his room. Under his bed.

Should he be worried about that?

“I thought, after you’ve been working so hard lately, it could use some upgrades. Don’t you think?”

“Oh, okay. Cool.” Hard to say no when it was already here.

“Excellent.” He clapped his hands together once and spun on his heel, “Well I should be done with all of this in just a few days so I’ll just send them back once they are ready.”

Danny wasn’t super excited to be without his gear for so long, but this guy was being so generous. Danny just accepted the terms.

“Perfect. Now run along. I have a few things I need to attend to before all the other guests get here.”

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The reunion party was in full swing and Danny was starting to regret not just staying with Jazz in the movie room. Watching a bunch of grown-ups jump around to weird music because there was absolutely no one his age around to talk to was getting old.

He spotted Vlad from across the room as he walked with one of the waiters back into the kitchen.

Danny sighed and wondered if he would get in trouble if he just followed him in there too.

Just as he was setting his empty punch glass back on the table a scream broke out. He turned to the sound and instinctively reached for his gear.

Which he didn’t have.

He sighed and hoped that maybe it wasn’t ghost-related, they were so far from Amity that it couldn’t possibly be that, right?

He was wrong. Because of course, he was.

The ballroom was emptying out surprisingly fast and it didn’t take a lot to see why. Floating several feet in the air was his dad.

He was shouting nonsense about how he needed to pay for his sins as he flew about the room.

Danny bit his lip and looked around to see if there was anything in the room he could use to help.

He was about to grab one of the serving trays to use as a shield, Captain America style, but his mom gripped his arm and started to drag him out of the room with the rest of the crowd.

“Sweetie, we have to go! Where is your sister?”

“She’s in the theater,” he said pointing towards it as he tried to slip out of her grip.

“Good, let’s go!” before he could protest further she simply picked him up, slung him over her shoulder, and started running.

“Mom?! Put me down! We can’t just leave him!”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but it’s not safe. We need to leave.”

“But mom, it’s a ghost! We have to get it out of him!”

His mom slowed down in her retreat and held him in front of her, “And how do you suppose we do that? I don’t have any ghost hunting gear, do you?”

Danny bit back his retort. Of course, he couldn’t say that he did. He couldn’t say that it was in fact, here.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t take a guess at where some could be.

“Maybe Vlad has some? He went to school for the same thing you did, right?” Danny said in a rush as he was finally able to wiggle out of her grip.

“Danny wait!”

It was too late, he was already off back to the lab to get the weapons his mom didn’t know he knew how to use.

He slid into the room and to his utter horror, all of his gear was completely dismantled. Exposed wires and opened components everywhere. When the heck did Vlad even have time to do all this while he was hosting a party?

Danny scrambled to find something, anything that was even remotely usable but the more he looked, the more everything just blurred together into a haze of black and red electronics.

There was another scream.

His mother.

He ditched the room and ran towards the sound hoping he wasn’t too late to help her.

It wasn’t his mom that needed help.

Outside of the ballroom was a large balcony that overlooked the front lawn. From there you could see the most stars Danny had ever seen outside of astral photography.

The stars weren’t what was holding his attention tonight.

Down below the balcony, on the hard unforgiving asphalt of the driveway was his dad.

He was too late.

His dad was dead.

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[stardust-walker]

High Hopes: Chapter 14

Previous Chapters:  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

word count: 3443

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Dove wasn’t sure how long she’d slept for, but the sun was already shining and the RV was moving when she opened her eyes. Bleary eyed and still feeling tired, she rolled over onto her back as Carol shook her awake. “Mornin, sleepyhead,” Carol smiled a little as she brushed Dove’s hair back off her face.

Dove sighed as she rose into a sitting position. “How long was I out for?”

“A decent time,” Carol sighed as she sat next to her sister. “They wanted to wake you up when we were setting things out for Sophia, but I told them that you needed your rest.”

Dove scoffed and ran a hand through her hair before she pulled a hairtie from her wrist. “You’re one to talk about needing sleep,” Dove mumbled as she held the hairtie between her teeth. She was pulling her hair back as she listened to her sister.

“Shush. Daryl held true to his word. Made a nice big sign on the back window of a car and all that. Said someone should try to circle back at least once a day until she comes back,” Carol sounded confident in the efforts of the redneck and Dove couldn’t help but agree with her.

A few moments later, they came to a stop as people came filing out of a big farmhouse. Dove followed close behind Carol as she descended the steps. The members of the household stood back and Dove couldn’t help but observe them once she heard that Carl was alright. The older man, Hershel, stood close to a small blonde girl and a boy who had to be her boyfriend by the way she clung to his arm. The woman from the woods who had spirited Lori away to be with her son, an older blonde woman, and a tall young man with curly black hair all stood on the steps of the house.

Dove’s attention shifted to Shane as Rick spoke. “We would’ve lost Carl if not for him.” Dove paused for a moment before she followed Carol over and embraced Lori right along with her. The last thing she expected was to be pulled into another funeral, but that was what life had in store for them it seemed.

The dark haired man cleared his throat before he looked at the man who owned the house. “Hershel? Now that this is all handled…think we can do that thing for Otis now?” His words were careful and Dove saw the older blonde start to tear up. She could only guess who Otis was.

Hershel was a well spoken man and gave a nice service, even if Dove wasn’t so sure what she believed in anymore. Dove’s attention shifted to Shane again as Hershel attempted to direct him to speak. “I’m not very good at it, sorry.” Shane twitched slightly and Dove moved her hand up to clutch her necklace. Something about the way he was acting was just…off. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it felt wrong.

“You were the last one with him,” Patricia began to cry again. “You shared his final moments. Please.” She began to plead and Dove stared at her feet. “I need to know his death had meaning.”

Shane stepped forward to speak and the whole group seemed to go silent. “We were about done. Almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limpin, it was bad. Ankle all swollen up. ‘We’ve gotta save the boy.’ See that’s what he said. He gave me his backpack, shoved me ahead. He said he would take the rear and cover me.” Dove’s gaze shifted around the group. 

The dark haired young man from before clenched his jaw as he stared across the group at Shane. Carol reached out and Dove reached back and instinctively gave her hand a comforting squeeze. “And when I looked back…”Shane stopped and walked forward. “If not for Otis, I never would’ve made it out alive. That goes for Carl too.” Dove’s eyes locked with Dale across the group as the man with the curly hair shook his head and began to stomp back to the house. Dale didn’t look like he bought it either. Maybe she wasn’t crazy after all.

~

“Hey,” Dove turned slightly at the unrecognizable voice, only to see the young man from before. She raised an eyebrow as he approached; he looked less miserable than before but she couldn’t blame him. “Sorry if I spooked ya, Hershel just told me I should come get ya. They’re talkin about goin to look for that little girl.”

“Sophia,” Dove stated as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Right, sorry…you’re her aunt, I think the sheriff said,” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“’S right. Name’s Dove…Sawyer,” she held her hand out and the young man shook it, maybe too enthusiastically.

“Julian. Julian Montgomery. Now you’re just gonna wanna head up to that silver car right up there. Maggie’s bringing a map for ya’ll to look at.” He pointed towards the small group gathered right in the spot he’d said.

“Thanks. Think you can help my friend Glenn over there put up his tent? He acts like he’s good at it but he really sucks,” Dove mumbled as she patted the younger man’s arm in thanks before she began to speed walk off.

“Sure thing,” she heard the man reply from behind her.

As she approached, she heard Hershel almost scold Rick. “Not you, not today. You gave three units of blood. You wouldn’t be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out. And Shane, push that ankle now, you’ll be laid up for a month.”

Dove slid into the space between Andrea and who must have been Maggie and spoke up, “I’ll take Rick’s spot.”

Rick shook his head, “No I don’t think that’s a good idea. You should stay here with Carol and…”

“And what? Mope around and wish that I was out there able to do something? Besides, Sophia might not respond well to everyone. She doesn’t,” she trailed off and took a deep breath, “she doesn’t trust a lot of people. Odds of her coming out of wherever she is if she hears my voice are a lot higher than some strangers. No offense.”

There was a pause before Shane sighed, removed his baseball hat, and ran a hand over his now bald head. “Bird’s got a point.”

Daryl let out an annoyed grunt as he reached out for the map. “Look’s like it’s just me, then.”

Rick sighed and pinched his nose, “Daryl…”

“I work better alone,” Daryl said as he surveyed the map.

“Well that’s too damn bad, Dixon.” Dove felt her anger at the man flare up again. “Because like I said. It doesn’t seem like alone is gonna bring Sophia out of hiding anytime soon.”

The tension in the air was thick before Daryl spoke again as he pushed the map back over towards her. Dove caught Andrea’s eye and raised an eyebrow at her. The older woman just shrugged her shoulders. “We head back to the creek then. Work our way from there.”

Shane was going to go back to the road and Dove felt a little bit better about everything before Shane spoke again. “We can’t have our people out there with just knives.”

“We don’t just have knives. Daryl’s got his crossbow, I’ve got my crowbar. We’re fine,” Dove planted her hands on the hood of the car.

“Not saying you won’t be fine today, but what about tomorrow. Everyone needs gun training. We’ve been promising them,” Shane said. Dove rolled her eyes and patted the hood of the car.

“Alright well, you let me know when we’re heading out,” she pointed across the hood at Daryl before she turned on her heel and caught sight of Carol. She caught up with her as she started to set up camp. “I just wanted to let you know…I’m goin with Daryl to look for Soph.” She looked down at her feet as she heard Carol stop moving.

Carol sighed. “Alright. Just…please be careful. I don’t need to lose you too,” Carol looked up at her younger sister from her spot on the ground.

Dove chuckled and gave Carol’s shoulder a playful shove. “I think the only thing I have to worry about it Daryl leavin my ass out in the woods if he decides I’m too annoying.” She caught a glimpse of the man as he walked towards the house, so she leaned closer to her sister, a devious sparkle in her eye, “Or he pisses me off and I give him an old ‘one-two’ with old trusty here,” she waved her crowbar close to Carol.

Carol rolled her eyes and slapped the weapon away from her, “Just behave yourself and be careful, please.”

“Yes, mom,” Dove called over her shoulder as she turned and walked off.

Julian stopped what he was doing as he saw Maggie approach. He raised a hand in greeting, “Hey, Mags! You meet Glenn yet?” He called and a glare from Glenn went unnoticed as the brunette woman shook her head.

“No, but I was lookin for him.” Maggie turned her attention to Glenn. “I hear you’re fast on your feet and know how to get in and out.” Julian let out a quiet snort of laughter as Maggie continued. “Got a pharmacy run. You in?”

Glenn didn’t seem to know what to say and, thankfully, Dale interrupted. Julian tried to bite back another laugh once Maggie walked off to saddle up a horse for the new guy. Glenn glanced between the three men around him, “Horse?”

Julian couldn’t hold it in anymore and laughed, “Ever ridden one before man?” Glenn shook his head as a look of concern washed over his face. “Don’t worry, dude. It’s just like riding a bike. Except the bike is alive and can buck you off if you…”

“Julian.” A loud voice from the house interrupted his as the small blonde stepped out onto the porch and waved him towards her.

“Ah, nevermind. Let me know if you guys need anymore help later,” he nodded at the members of the new group. “Good luck, Glenn.” Once the young man was far enough away, Dale spoke up.

“What a strange boy,” Dale shook his head.

T-Dog rolled his eyes, “Man almost threw up when he saw my arm last night. Don’t think they’ve seen other people in months. Just let it go, man.”

~

Dove wasn’t surprised that she almost missed Daryl leaving and it was only by the good grace of Rick Grimes that she was able to catch him before he left without her. “It puts you off the hook. You don’t owe us anything,” Rick called over to him as Dove stopped behind the man with the crossbow.

Daryl paused a moment, “My other plans fell through. C’mon,” he walked past her with an angry look on his face.

“What was that all about,” Dove took long strides to keep up with the older man.

“Nothin, don’t worry about it. Now be quiet. I need to be able to hear out here,” Daryl grunted as he walked into the tree line.

Dove sighed as she stepped into the trees behind him. “Sorry, guess I’m a bit of a nervous talker,” she whispered.

“Haven’t noticed,” Daryl hissed back.

Dove chewed on the inside of her cheek to stay quiet as best she could. She wasn’t necessarily in the mood to be on Daryl’s bad side today. So, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and wrapped her thin fingers around the pendant that the same angry person had given to her last night.

“You alright back there,” Daryl turned his head.

Dove’s eyes snapped open and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. With a shake of her head, she let go of her necklace and moved to catch up to him. “Sorry, didn’t realize that I’d fallen behind.”

“You best keep up. Don’t need your sister on my ass for losin you while we’re out here lookin for Sophia,” he looked her up and down as she stepped up alongside him.

Dove scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Shit.”

“What?”

“You fucking sound like Carol,” she rolled her eyes and motioned for him to get moving again.

Daryl huffed as he started moving through the trees again. It didn’t take too long for them to reach a clearing. Dove, however, was surprised as she stepped out into the bright sunshine. She stared ahead and her heart leapt as she caught sight of a house. “You think she could be in there,” she turned her head to look at Daryl.

“Don’t know, could be. Let’s go,” he spoke quietly before he motioned for her to follow him. “Keep that thing close,” he pointed to the crowbar in her hand.

Dove nodded as she tightened her grip on the weapon as they approached the home. Dove felt her pulse quicken as they walked through each room. She wanted to call out for Sophia but she knew that wasn’t the best idea. A walker could hear them, then they would all be up shit creek. It was as Daryl picked up a can of tuna that she heard it. Something moved in the closet. She stared at it as the man slowly rose into a standing position and began to move towards the sound. All the horror movies she’d ever seen told her it was an awful idea, but Daryl pulled the little door open before she could protest.

A sharp exhale left her as she felt her sense of hope deflate like a balloon. There was nothing in the cupboard except for blankets and a pillow. She stepped up next to him and stared down at the small pile on the ground for a few moments. A hand on her arm snapped her out of it and she turned her head slowly to see Daryl put his hand back on his crossbow. “C’mon. Maybe she’s outside,” he was already out the door, calling for her before she even had a chance to move.

Dove’s feet carried her quickly as she ran out the door and towards the opposite end of the clearing from Daryl. She yelled for Sophia over and over again for what felt like hours but was really only minutes. Her hazel eyes started to fill with tears as she turned around and spotted Daryl. He had a white flower in his hand. What the fuck.

Daryl must have great hearing, she thought as he turned around once she started to approach. “Can you hold this,” he held the flower out to her. Her eyes widened as she stared at his hand before her gaze shifted back to his face. “It’s for your sister. A Cherokee rose,” he explained. Dove stared blankly. “You know, right?”

Dove raised an eyebrow, “The…state flower of Georgia?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and shoved the flower into her grasp, “Can’t believe you don’t know the story.”

Dove sighed as she began to follow Daryl back to their new camp. “I…I think I wanna hear the story,” she looked down at the flower in her hand as Daryl peeked over his shoulder at her. “I mean, if you’re alright with talkin in the woods and all that.”

Daryl paused for a moment, just long enough for Dove to keep up and match his stride. “Just an old wives tale, I think. Heard it from school…my mom, don’t really remember. Just remember the story.”

Dove chuckled and nudged Daryl’s arm with her elbow as they walked, “I don’t mind old wives tales. Just as good as any other story. I wanna hear it. If you got this,” she held the flower up, “for my sister because of a story or whatever, it must be a good one. You don’t seem like a man who does or says much if it doesn’t have a purpose.”

Daryl squinted at her for a moment before he turned his attention forward with a nod of his head. “Alright. But I’ll tell ya when we get back. Don’t wanna repeat myself.” Dove rolled her eyes and kept her mouth shut the rest of the walk back. He was doing a lot for her family, that was the least she could do for him.

Dove let out a low whistle as she looked around the clean RV. “I cleaned it up. Wanted it to look nice for her,” Carol spoke from the small table. A smile crossed Dove’s face as Daryl reached back and took the flower from her. She was careful as she slipped past him and took a seat across from her sister.

“For a second, I thought I was in the wrong place,” Daryl replied. Dove reached across the table and gave Carol’s hand a squeeze.

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Care,” Dove patted Carol’s hand once more before she folded her hands on the table in front of her. Her eyes settled on the Cherokee rose that was now placed on the counter.

“A flower,” Carol asked.

“It’s a Cherokee rose,” Daryl motioned towards the flower. Dove raised an eyebrow at the older man expectantly. He had told her that there was a story, she didn’t want to have to ask. He sighed and stepped closer to the table. “The story is that when American soldiers were moving Indians off their land on the trail of tears, the Cherokee mothers were grieving and crying so much ‘cause they were losing their little ones along the way.” Dove caught herself starting to chew on her thumb nail as she listened to Daryl talk. A glance over at her sister showed that she was just as caught up in the story. “Ya know, exposure and disease…starvation. A lot of them just disappeared. So the elders, they said a prayer; asked for a sign to uplift the mothers’ spirits, give them strength and hope.” Carol’s gaze settled on the flower on the counter, but Dove’s focus didn’t shift from the man as he spoke.

Dove was good at picking up lies. She had to be in her old life before everything ended. She could pick up the slightest tell in most people after knowing them for a little while. But Daryl didn’t seem like a liar or insincere. She felt tears start to form in her eyes and she raised a hand to wipe them away as he continued. “The next day, this rose started to grow right where the mothers’ tears fell. I’m not fool enough to think there’s any flowers blooming for my brother. But, I believe this one bloomed for your little girl.”

Dove let out a quiet laugh along with her sister as a smile finally showed on Carol’s face for the first time in days. Once Daryl had left, Dove took a deep breath and spoke. “Damn that was quite a story,” she chuckled as she wiped tears from her cheeks.

Carol nodded her head, “Did you know about that?”

Dove shook her head, “Nope. Daryl’s the one who picked the flower for you and everything. I didn’t even know what he was talkin about when he mentioned it in the woods…I get it now, though.” Dove smiled at her sister. “Unless it was just an excuse for Daryl to bring you a flower because he’s got a crush on you,” Dove wiggled her eyebrows as she ducked to avoid a swat from Carol.

The short-haired woman shook her head as she let out a laugh, “You cut that out!”

“Oh come on, he’s not that bad,” Dove laughed as she tossed a crumb of food towards her sister.

Carol raised an eyebrow at her, “You been spending some time with him the past few days. Are you…what do ya call it? Projecting?” A sly look was on Carol’s face as she went back to her knitting.

Dove let out a loud, incredulous laugh as she shook her head, “See now that? That’s taking it way too far!”

It was strange, but it was the most at peace that Dove had probably felt since Sophia had gone missing. Still, she couldn’t help but feel just a little guilty for it. “You were right, back on the road.”

“Huh,” Dove tilted her head.

“If anyone’s gonna find Sophia, it’s probably a tracker,” Carol nodded her head.

Dove stood up and walked around the table before she settled back down and leaned her head on her sister’s shoulder. “I hope you’re right.”

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@crossbowking​ @momc95​ @chaotic-gary-king-stan​​

[chasing-classics]

Welcome to the Slaughterhouse (1/3) Miguel x Reader x Angel

Pairing(s): Miguel Galindo x Reader, Reader x Angel Reyes

Warnings: smut, implications of non-consensual sex, dark themes, implications of abusive relationships, infidelity. Miguel is not a good dude in this.

Summary: Being Queen of the cartel isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Especially when the love of your life isn’t your husband but a tall, badass biker with daddy issues. Inspired by Lilly Hollbrook’s song ‘’Welcome to the Slaughterhouse’’ which I totally recommend listening to while reading this. Enjoy and be warned that this is a dark fic so if any of the listed warnings may trigger you, please don’t read further.

PART 2 , PART 3

Locked inside this cage Where all your world's a stage And in this silent rage

Tears stained the silk pillowcase that you were currently pressed against, your hands clenching the matching sheets as your body bounced in rhythm to your husband’s thrusts. You gasped crying out to anyone and no one all at the same time.

‘’Your pussy’s so tight amor, it’s about to take my dick with it,’’ Miguel grunted in your ear, hips pummeling into you as you fought to keep control of your sobs.

‘’M-Miguel please,’’ you whimpered, attempting to make contact even as his large hand pushed your face further into the pillow of your shared bed. The gold wedding ring pressing harshly into your cheek.

‘Close your eyes. Pretend you’re anywhere but here,’ you had to remind yourself.

As if he read your mind, your husband pulled out and two years ago you would’ve sighed with relief at the prospect of this being over. But you were not the same naïve girl from two years ago. You were y/n Galindo, Mrs. Galindo, you were-

‘’My fucking whore,’’ Miguel grunted as he flipped you onto your back and thrusted back into your sore pussy. You flinched as his cock took you again, filling you and then leaving briefly only to return almost deeper with every thrust. You felt his grip on your neck, his wedding ring now pressed so tight against your jugular that you knew it would leave some type of bruise or mark. You closed your eyes, the tears streaming down your face. Would anyone have walked in on the two of you right now, they might’ve just guessed you were a married couple having rough sex. That’s what everyone thought. People believed you were this perfect power couple. Fortunate with  a huge mansion, more money than you could spend, and a gorgeous husband who made love to you every night. How wrong they were.

‘’Tell me who you belong to,’’ Miguel hissed in your ear, cock erratically pounding into your core.

This house was not your house, it was your prison. The money you had was not yours, it was Miguel’s and he used it to either guilt you into staying with him or threatening to use it to find you if you dared to leave. This man who was inside you was not your husband, he was the devil.

 ‘’Y-You,’’ you cried, gasping when you felt his hips jerk and the all-too-familiar warmth of his cum invading your womb.

 As usual Miguel collapsed on top of you and your hands twitched at the sudden desire to push him off. You hated how he remained inside of you after he came. You hated the way he grabbed your jaw and kissed you right after. You hated that you’d have to apply more concealer to cover the bruises on your neck and cheek later on. You were brought out of your catatonic state when one of his strong hands brushed the side of your face.

‘’Go buy a nice dress for the dinner tonight. I’m expecting some very important employees there and I want to show off my beautiful wife.’’

You wanted to punch that sly smirk off his face, but you offered the tiniest smile you could muster as you felt his manhood begin to soften inside you.

‘’I need to get my car looked over, but I’ll be sure to go shopping right after.’’

‘Please please don’t suspect anything,’ you prayed to any God that was willing to listen. After a few seconds of staring you down and that dreadful silence that you’ve come to fear more than his roaring outbursts, Miguel offered you one of his classic fake grins. The kind he put on for government officials, children, or anyone who he thought saw past the glamorous appearances and saw him for the serpent he was.

‘’Alright, hurry back, you know how I get when you’re gone for too long.’’

Whether it was a statement or a threat, you truly didn’t know.

Locked inside this cage Where all your world's a stage And in this silent rage

You were thankful that Miguel had simply installed a tracking device on your car rather than having Nestor drive you everywhere. It had taken a lot of begging, in various forms, to have been granted the simple freedom of driving yourself in your own car. You drove around Santo Padre for a few minutes, eyes sharp to see if you were being followed. Thankfully, Miguel had taken most of the security and set them up around the house in preparation for tonight’s lavish dinner. Pulling into the familiar parking garage, you waited. You soon became lost in the thoughts of what might’ve been, you coming here to drop off lunches or for a late night drive on the back of his bike.

‘’There’s my girl,’’ your eyes closed momentarily and the most genuine smile appeared on your face before you turned and stared into his perfect chocolate brown eyes.

‘’My Angel,’’ you whispered, leaning into kiss him through your front window before stepping out of the car.

Once upon a time, there was this girl who came from absolute nothingness. Her father was absent all her life and her mother turned to alcohol to cope with being a single parent. Then this sad, lonely girl ran into a prince one day on her way to grab meat from the butcher shop near your house. It had been love at first sight. The prince was tall and goofy, his smile could light up an entire city. And over time they confided their deepest darkest secrets to each other, falling more and more in love as the days went by. But everything changed when the prince’s mother was killed and his younger brother was sent to prison, leaving the prince to fend for himself until he joined the Mayans. Soon, it was the princess who was all alone again. Her prince was too absorbed in this exciting new lifestyle and mourning the loss of his mother and brother that he didn’t notice his princess slipping further and further away. As for the princess, she went off to college where she met another prince. He was everything she had read about in the fairytales she’d read as a child. Charming, handsome, tall. Soon the princess and the new prince got married, only for her to realize too late that this prince was actually a vicious wolf in sheep’s clothing. And now here you were.

If I could let these thoughts drown Then someday she might lose her crown In time these chains that hold me down would set me free

You clutched Angel’s shoulders, your bodies moving in unison with each other. His large hands were gripping your ass, propelling you up and down on his thick member repeatedly. Your moans and whines filled the small RV. The bed creaked and groaned with every snap of Angel’s hips as you sunk your teeth into his shoulder.

‘’I fucking love you y/n.’’

Tears of absolute ecstasy rolled down your cheeks, your pussy clenching around him as you neared your release. Angel shoved you down onto his cock and bucked his hips upwards as he climaxed inside of you, dick pulsing as spurts of cum filled you to your core. You shook as your orgasm arrived shortly after, holding onto Angel as he rubbed your back and talked you through your climax.

‘’It’s alright princessa, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,’’ his deep, masculine voice made you shiver.

‘’I love you Angel,’’ you whispered into his chest as you remained in his lap, wanting to stay connected to him until the world burned up in flames. You could feel him smile as he ran his long fingers through your slightly messed up hair, one of his hands still cupping your ass and teasingly squeezing you every now and then.

‘’Let’s just leave. We can leave and never look back.’’ You sighed, knowing where this conversation was going to go as you both pulled back to look into each other’s eyes.

‘’You know that there’s nowhere I could go where he won’t find me.’’

‘’Then let me put a bullet in his head,’’ you scoffed at Angel’s plan.

‘’I’m serious y/n! I’ll go over right now and do it. I’d do anything so you won’t have to spend another night with this,’’ Angel’s voice rose as his index finger lightly traced over the bruise on your neck from Miguel’s hands from this morning. You willed yourself to look up at Angel, his hair falling slightly in his eyes and forehead lightly glistening with sweat from making love to you.

‘’I can’t let you die for me,’’ you whimpered, pressing your forehead against his as you stroked his muscular, tattooed covered chest.

‘’That doesn’t mean you have to die because of him,’’ he retorted, his voice soft now but you could still see the rage and hatred in his eyes as thoughts of Miguel crossed his mind.

You both sighed, aware that your time was running short and you still needed to pick up a dress.

‘’Will you be there tonight?’’ you asked as you slipped your clothes on one piece at a time. You couldn’t help but stare at Angel’s muscles as he zipped his jeans back up, eyes lingering a little longer on his groin. He smirked when he caught you staring, taking his time to put his shirt and vest back on.

‘’Wouldn’t miss the chance of seeing you next to him with my cum still inside you.’’

  And in this slaughterhouse Is there no way out of here They feed the fears and hide the griefs of burdened beasts Cause kings and queens won't even dream of peace

 The deep red dress complimented your skin color well, coupled with a necklace to hide the marks on your neck. You winced as you walked down the stairwell, your body more than a little sore from both this afternoon and this morning. As usual, Miguel was waiting down the staircase to escort you to the dining area. Just before you could reach the bottom step, the doorway was opened to reveal the Reyes brothers, dressed in their best formal attire. It took everything in you to stop your jaw from falling as you looked at Angel in his black suit. The same could be said for him, his eyes looking up and down your figure. You were everything he had ever wanted, and he wanted nothing more than to grab you by the hand and leave this place behind.

‘’Ah, the Reyes brothers, please come in. I don’t believe you’ve met my wife, y/n Galindo,’’ Miguel smiled, his eyes never leaving Angel’s even for a minute. EZ shook your hand, internally praying that his brother didn’t do something that would blow his and yours’ cover. When it came time to shake Angel’s hand, he brought his lips to your knuckles, the action not lost on your husband. Miguel quickly recovered, plastering on that infamous fake grin of his that showed off his impossibly perfect teeth.

‘’Why don’t we join the others for dinner, shall we?’’

You all nodded, looping your arm through your husband’s and forcing yourself not to make too much eye contact with the man you loved. The others had already been waiting in the large dining room, everyone taking your seats. As Angel moved to sit next to Ezekiel across from you, Miguel rose his hand.

‘’No Angel, please. Why don’t you sit by my wife,’’ Miguel smiled.

You both visibly froze, meeting each other’s eyes for a nanosecond. Angel just returned the faux smile and sat down next to you.

‘’Excellent.’’

Your husband then took his seat at the head of the table, to your left. After making small talk with Bishop and the other men, Miguel seemed to be acting normal and you soon began to relax as well. Until you felt his hand on your inner thigh. Your eyes flickered to his momentarily as he just smiled back at you. His hand crept up your thigh higher, causing you to press your legs together out of pure instinct. You were afraid  you had upset Miguel  when he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

‘’You’ll open your legs to my half-brother but not your own husband?’’

Don't look back and don't look down You'll fall into that wishing well

If I could let these thoughts drown And someday she might lose her crown In time these chains that hold me down would set me free

[thewalkingdead-fan101]

In This Hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 5/??

Hey everyone! Part 5 is now here! I hope you all like it :)  Thank you all for the support! Warnings- General walking dead stuff, Gore, descriptions of blood, Swearing, death. 

After another sleepless night, I found myself being the first of our group to wake up. I walked out of the front door and onto the porch, making sure that the door closed softly behind me. Pulling the sleeves of my sweater down over my hands, I crossed my arms over my chest, looking over the grassy field. I could feel the warmth of the sun slowly creep onto my face as the night faded away, leaving the pink and orange hues of the breathtaking sunrise to illuminate everything in its path. A gentle breeze coursing through the trees, it was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve seen. “It’s real beautiful out here, especially this time of the morning.” I jumped, turning around, seeing Patricia standing in front of the door behind me. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” “No, it’s fine, i’m fine.” I softly laughed. “Otis and I, we used to get up this early to watch the sunset, it’s our time together… Well it used to be.” She smiled softly. “Patricia, I’m so sorry for your loss. I have heard Otis was an amazing man.” “He was, he put that boys life above his own, it was the lords plan… This is how it was meant to be.” “He was a hero…” “He always was… Even when no-one else knew it, he was my hero.” She chuckled softly. I looked over to her as she sniffled. “I should get going. I have to collect the eggs.” “I can come with you and help if-“ “Its okay, I will be fine, thank you.” She shook her head. I watched as she left. Taking a few moments to myself, I take in a deep breath and sigh. Looking back over the field I watch as the sunrise finally dissipates. I can hear the others start to wake up inside. The door behind me opened again. “You’re awake already?” Maggie asked. “Hey, yeah. I don’t sleep much anyway.” I smiled “Maybe you should've been a farmer.” She joked

“Maybe I should have.” I laughed. “I heard you last night.” “Pardon?” “The nausea. You aren’t sick are you?” “I’m not sick…” I smiled softly. “I just don’t understand why they call it morning sickness when it hits at any time of the day.” I chuckled. We stood in comfortable silence. “Thank you.” I broke it. She raised her brow at me. “For the hospitality.” “It’s the least can do.” “No, really, thank you.” I smiled. “You’re welcome.” She smiled back at me, shaking her head slightly. “How long have you had the farm?” 

“The farm has been passed down in our family for generations.” “Is it something you’ve always wanted? The farm?” “When I was younger it was all I wanted. Then I grew up and went to college, Dad needed help, so I came home.” “Then this all happened?” “Yeah.” “And it has just been you guys?” She nodded. “Sorry to cut the conversation short, I have some work to do.” She smiled “Of course, sorry to take your time.” “It’s okay.” She chuckled before making her way down the front steps. I closed my eyes as a small gust of wind blew against my face. Sighing, I opened my eyes, turning towards the door, entering the house. I softly laughed looking over to where Glenn and T-dog were still asleep sitting on the two seater lounge, heads back, mouths open. “You think we should wake them?” I turned to see Rick staring at the two. “Maybe.” I laughed along with him. Once the soft laughter between the two of us died down I looked back at Rick. “How’s Carl?” I asked “He is still asleep.” “He will be okay. He will be up again before you know it.” I smiled. “You’re right. Thank you.” He turned back towards the door. “Rick?” He looked back at me. “Can we do something for Otis? For Hershel and his people?” “Its a good idea, whatever they need.” I nodded, before softly nudging Glenn’s leg with my foot, doing the same to T-dog. Glenn slightly stirred before going back to sleep, resulting in a more harsh nudge. “Guys. Time to get up.” Both guys opened their eyes and stretched. I walked to the kitchen and seen Hershel sitting at the table, looking as though he was deep in thought. I turned, not wanting to bother him. “You can stay.” “Oh, thank you…” “Take a seat.” I sat across from him and smiled as he looked over me. “The boy is in recovery.” “Thanks to you and your people…” He nodded. “If you need help around the property we can do it, whatever you need let us know and we will pull our weight.” “That won’t be necessary. Thank you.” He stated as he left the kitchen. Once everyone was awake, we made our way outside, with Patricia, Maggie, and Hershel’s youngest daughter Beth long with her boyfriend Jimmy… excluding Rick, Lori and Hershel. We followed them to the tree-line and helped collect stones, placing them into a wheelbarrow. We collected stones for about 15 minutes until I heard a noise in the distance, making the others cease movement. My face broke into a smile as the sound of a motorcycle became more clear. I turned and looked at Shane, Glenn and T-dog. “They’re here.” I smiled T-dog left us and went to retrieve Rick and Lori. We all made our way over to the house and waited for the rest of our group to join us. I watched as the RV, Hyundai and motorcycle drove towards the house, pulling up as the front door opened. Everyone stood looking at one another. “How is he?” Dale broke the silence. 

“He'll pull through, thanks to Hershel and his people.” Lori responded.

“And Shane. We'd have lost Carl if not for him.” Rick added. Dale embraced Rick in a hug.

“Thank god. We were so worried.” Carol rushed forward hugging Lori.

“How'd it happen?” Dale asked

“Hunting accident. That's all, just a stupid accident.” Rick spoke. I looked around, checking to see if they had found Sophia. I made eye contact with Andrea, who in return shook her head, knowing who I was looking for.

Andrea hugged me after hugging T-dog. “How have you been feeling?” She whispered. I nodded. “As good as I can be.” I smiled. “I think someone’s waiting for you.” I turn around and see Daryl staring at me. “I’ll talk to you later.” I smiled. “Go.” She softly pushed me. I walked over to him and smiled softly. “Hey…” I sighed. “Hey.” He nodded. I moved forward and wrapped my arms around his middle, resting my head against his chest. After a moment he wrapped his arms around my frame, leaning his chin on top of my head. “We have something we need to finish.” I look up to see Shane watching. I pulled away and grabbed Daryls hand, pulling him along as I made my way back where the stones were.

We all helped Hershel and his people build a memorial for Otis with the collected stones. Standing around the Mound of stones, we watched as Beth placed a stone on the pile. “Blessed be god, father of our lord Jesus christ. Praise be to him for the gift of our brother Otis, for his span of years, for his abundance of character; Otis, who gave his life to save a child's, now more than ever, our most precious asset. We thank you, god, for the peace he enjoys in your embrace. He died as he lived, in grace. Shane, will you speak for Otis?” Hershel spoke. “I’m not good at it. I'm sorry.” Shane responded. I looked at my brother dumbfounded.

“You were the last one with him. You shared his final moments. Please. I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning…” Patricia cried

“Okay. We were about done. Almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limping. It was bad. Ankle all swollen up. ‘We've got to save the boy’. See, that's what he said.” He paused, shaking his head. “He gave me his backpack. He shoved me ahead.” He paused again. “‘Run’, he said. He said, ‘I’ll take the rear. I'll cover you’.” “And when I looked back... If not for Otis, I'd have never made it out alive. And that goes for Carl too. It was Otis. He saved us both. If any death, ever had meaning, It was his.” He finished, placing the last stone on to the pile. Standing between Glenn and Daryl, I watch as Shane walks back to where he stood before. “Thank you for speaking Shane.” Patricia nodded, still softly sobbing. We all stood in a moment of silence before all walking back toward the house.

“No Sophia?” Glenn asked Daryl. “We searched for a few hours last night.”  “Wait, we?” I stopped. “Me and Andrea.” He nodded. “Was there any sign of her?” He shook his head. “Who is Sophia?” I turned to see Maggie walking with us. “She is one of our group, she’s Carl’s age... She is missing.” “I’ll ask dad, see if we can help.” She smiled. “Thank you.” She nodded. Maggie left the group and entered the house, to talk to Hershel I’m assuming, Glenn following her inside. I look over to Daryl who is scanning the farm for any threat.  “Are you okay?” I ask. “What?” He shook his head. “Are you okay? After last night?” “I’m fine. Why are you asking?”  “Because I know that you being out there searching for that little girl, meant that you were out until at least 4am still looking. I know you.” “I’m fine.” He mumbled. I look over the the front door which opened, revealing Hershel and Rick, Daryl and I followed them as they walked toward the Cherokee, Shane and Andrea already standing by. “How long has this girl been lost?” Hershel asked. “This'll be day three.” Rick answered.Maggie joined us, spreading a map over the hood of the car, placing small stones on the top two corners and on the middle bottom. “County survey map. Shows terrain and elevations.” “This is perfect. We can finally get this thing organised. We'll grid the whole area, start searching in teams.” Rick nodded looking at the map. “Not you. Not today. You gave three units of blood. You wouldn't be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out.” Hershel told Rick, pausing to look at my brother. “And your ankle, push it now, you'll be laid up a month, no good to anybody.” He looked at Shane.  “Guess it's just me. I'm gonna head back to the creak, work my way from there.” Daryl nodded, heading off. “I can still be useful, I'll drive up to the interstate, see if Sophia wandered back.” Shane stated. “All right, tomorrow then. We'll start doing this right.” Rick nodded.  “That means we can't have our people out there with just knives. They need the gun training we've been promising them.” Shane spoke up.  “I'd prefer you not carrying guns on my property. We've managed so far without turning this into an army camp.” Hershel shook his head. “All due respect, you get a crowd of those things wandering in here...” “Look, we're guests here. This is your property. And we will respect that.” Rick paused looking at Shane as he surrendered his gun onto the map, Shane following. “First things first: set camp, find Sophia.” Rick continued. “I hate to be the one to ask, but somebody's got to. What happens if we find her and she's bit? I think we should all be clear on how we handle that.” Shane asked.  “You do what has to be done.” Rick answered.  “And her mother? What do you tell her?” Maggie asked. “The truth.” Andrea responded. Shane took his gun from the hood of the car, re-holstering it. “I'll gather and secure all the weapons. Make sure no one's carrying till we're at a practice range off site. I do request one rifleman on lookout. Dale's got experience.” He added.  “Our people would feel safer, less inclined to carry a gun.” Rick agreed. Hershel nodded. “Thank you.”  Shane walked off. “That stuff you brought, got more antibiotics, bandages, anything like that?” Maggie asked  “Just what you've seen.” Andrea replied leaving “We're running short already. I should make a run into town.” “Not the place Shane went?” Rick asked.  “No, there's a pharmacy just a mile down the road. I've down it before.” She nodded. “See our man there in the baseball cap? That's Glenn, our go-to-town expert. I'd ask him along just to be cautious.” Hershel thought for a moment, before looking at Maggie and nodding his head in Glenn’s direction, as she started to walk away.

I had been walking around the farm for a little while now, collecting thoughts. Watching Shane and Andrea sitting, cleaning guns on a picnic bench, Shane looking as if he is instructing. I see Maggie talking to Glenn and Dale, I can pretty much see the blush on Glenns face from where I am. I almost rounded the corner, until I heard Rick yell out, making me stop completely. I know that it’s wrong to listen into a conversation, but I couldn’t help it.

“Daryl. You okay on your own?” “I’m better on my own. I'll be back before dark.” He responded. “Hey. We got a base. We can get this search properly organised now.” “You got a point or are we just chatting?” I softly hit his arm with the back of my hand. “My point is it lets you off the hook. You don't owe us anything.” “My other plans fell through.” Daryl stated as he left. I thought for a moment of what that meant. Then it hit me. Daryl was planning on leaving.  He and Merle, they were just going to leave. No hesitation… He was never going to stay in the first place.

The door to the house slammed shut as Hershel walked down the front steps. “We could give you more space. Set up over by the barn.” Rick offered. “No, no need for that. Better you stay close to the house. I don't say this easily, Rick. We don't normally take in strangers. I can't have your people thinking this is permanent. Once you find this girl and your boy's fit for travel, I expect you'll move on. We need to be clear on that.” Hershel answered. I watched the older man walk away, Rick just standing with his hands on his waist, looking at the barn before leaving.

Out of the corner of my eye I see T-dog and Dale over at one of the well’s. I slowly make my way over to them. As I arrive T-dog was pumping the water, already mid way through a conversation, smiling at me when he noticed my presence. “-Everyone kicks in, does their part. Am I right? Do your part, don't complain.” He paused, scooping some water out of the pail. “That's what I always-“ The ladle was hit out of his hands.

“I wouldn't drink that if I were you.” Dale warned, looking between the two of us. “What?” I asked “Look at this.” We both followed Dale to the well, it’s planks busted as though something had fallen through, which Dale points into.

“We need to tell Hershel and his people.” Dale stated. “I’ll go get the others.” I turn around to see T-dog running to find the others. It’s snarls and growls grew more loud. The others joined us, standing over the top of the well.

Shane handed Dale a flashlight. He turned it on and directed the light down the well. I look down and see a bloated walker, it’s face swollen with blotchy discoloured skin. “Oh, that’s disgusting.” I say staring at it. “Looks like we've got us a swimmer.” Dale speaks. “Lets get this cover off of it, not that it’s covers much now…” I spoke up, grabbing one side of the wood. “Hey, put that down. You’ll hurt yourself.” Dale scolded, grabbing the otherwise. “He’s right, put it down.” Shane warned me. “But-“ “No buts.” Dale added. I sighed in defeat and put it down. “Its not even that heavy.” I muttered, causing Shane to glare at me. “How long do you think it's been down there?” Glenn asked. “Long enough to grow gills.” Andrea replied. “We can't leave it in there. God knows what it's doing to the water.” Lori spoke up. “We got to get it out.” Shane shook his head. “Easy. Put a bullet in its head. I'll get a rope.” T-dog offered. “Whoa whoa, guys. No.” Maggie responded. “Why not? It's a good plan.” Glenn nodded. “It's a stupid plan. If that thing hasn't contaminated the water yet, blowing its brains out will finish the job.” Andrea spoke. “She's right. Can't risk it.” Shane added. “So it has to come out alive?” T-dog asked. “So to speak.”  “How do we do that?” Glenn asked. For a moment we all look at each other, trying to come up with an idea on how to get it out. I watched it, trying to claw the sides of the well to get some sort of sustenance. “Guys.” I paused.

“What? What is it?” Lori asked. “Are you okay?” Glenn asked. “Yeah im fine, I have an idea.” “Well, what is it?” Dale asked. “Food… All they want is food.” “And? We know this. Get to the point.” Shane said crossing his arms. “What if we bait it? Put something on the end of a rope.” “You want to feed it? It’s not a damn pet!” Shane snapped. “I know its not! Let me finish!” I snapped back. The others looked at me. “As I was saying, Bait it, then drop a lasso around it, pull it out.” I finished. “Thats actually a good plan.” Dale nodded. “We just need something to use as bait.” “Leave that to me.” Maggie nodded, running toward the house. I made eye contact with Shane, he made the come here motion. I move around the well, standing next to my brother. “What gave you that idea?” “I don’t know. It just came to me.” “It’s a good idea.” “Thank you.” I watched as Maggie ran from the house back to the well. “Will this work?” She breathed out. “We have to try.” I shrugged. We opened the canned ham, wrapping fishing line and hooks to it. We connected it to the makeshift pole, lowering it toward the walker. The spam just dangled infant of the walker, who was blatantly ignoring it. “He's not going for it.”

“Maybe 'cause a canned ham don't kick and scream when you try to eat it.” T-dog spoke.

“He's right.” Lori paused, kneeling over the well. “There's a reason the dead didn't come back to life. And start raiding our cupboards.” She finished.

“We need live bait.” Andrea stated, looking at Glenn. “I’ll do it.” Glenn slightly nodded. “No I will.” Glenn looked at me and shook his head. “No, its okay. I’ll do it.” He persisted. “It has been decided Glenn is doing it.” Shane stated, glaring at me. “Glenn shouldn’t have to do this.” “(Y/n/n), its okay. I can do it.” Glenn tried to calm me down. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.” I shook my head. It was silent until Glenn finally breathed out.

“Lets get this over and done with.” We set up the rope to make a pulley system, to hold Glenns weight, and when it comes to it, the walkers. I grabbed onto the rope. “Woah, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Please. Let me do this Shane, I know you want to protect me, but let me help.” I paused. “Look, All im going to do is help feed through the rope and pull when I need to.” I finished. Shane looked at me, hands on his hips, head down. “Fine. You can help.” I smiled as he left. I watched as Shane helped Glenn with his makeshift rope harness.

“Have I mentioned that I really like your new haircut? You have a nice shaped head.” Glenn said looking at Shane.

“Don't worry about it, bud. Hey, we're gonna get you out of here in one piece.” He responded. 

“Living piece. That living part is important.” He said, taking the rope for the walker, putting it over his arm. Shane got up, walking over to join us, ducking under the rope, grabbing it to help pull. “Nice and slow, please.” Glenn spoke.

“We got you.”

“Oh, you people are crazy.” Maggie shook her head.

“You want to get it out of your well or not?” Shane asked. Not letting go of the rope I slightly turn my head to see Shane, shaking my head when he looked at me.

“Give us an eye there, Maggie.” Dale asked. Glenn looked up at Maggie and she slightly shook her head, watching him slowly ease his way down. She stood above the well And looked down.

“Doing okay?” She asked. “Yup, doing great.” I heard the small echo of Glenns voice.

“Little lower. Little more.” Maggie helped instruct us. We slowly lowered the rope. Something felt wrong… I heard a creak, before the pump fell toward me.

Everyone behind me yelling. Choruses of “Get it!” And “Grab it!” were being called as I kept hold of the rope, which was now slipping.

I could hear Glenns screams, making me fight harder against the rope. The pump flew out of the ground, headed straight towards the well, dragging me with it. Everyones screams were going quiet, the heavy sound of my heart thumping draining out the surrounding sounds. I look up to see everyone with their arms behind T-dog, pulling him. T-dog has hold of me, pulling me away from the well with the others, I look down and realise that I was holding the pump. My legs pushing against the well, pulling the rope as hard as I can. I screamed as I pulled, suddenly hearing the screaming of Glenn and yelling of the group. “Glenn!” I heard Maggie yell. “Pull him up!” I shouted

“Pull him up! Pull him up!” “Get me out of here!” Glenn screamed. “Lets go! Pull!” Shane yelled. “Pull him up!” We were further from the well than I last remember, I see Shane and Lori both standing and pulling the rope up.

Dale pried the pump from my hands and slowly helped me stand up, T-dog helping, pushing me up. I look over to see Shane grabbing Glenn as he jumped out of the well, Glenn making straight for the ground. “Are you okay?” Lori asked I stumbled over, softly patting his back across from her. He panted.

“Back to the drawing board.” Dale sighed. Glenn looked up, shaking his head, standing up.

“Says you.” He handed him the rope, patting his shoulder as he walks past. Dale grabbed the rope, and walked toward the well. We all surrounded it again, only to see the walker caught in the rope. “Okay… Time for a new plan.” Andrea looked at me. I looked over to her. “Really?” I looked around for a moment, before stopping on Maggie. “What?” “We need a horse…” I sighed. She looked at me. “We can use the horse to help lift the walker out of the well.” She nodded, heading for the stables.

“Quick thinking.” T-dog spoke. “What?” “Grabbing the pump cylinder like that, Are you okay?” “Yeah. Im Okay.” I smiled. Maggie brought the horse over, tying the rope to her horses saddle. “Okay. We slowly bring this thing up.” Shane called. I stood with Maggie and her horse, helping calm it. T-dog was directing the speed of the rising walker. “Come on guys! Pull!” He encouraged. We pulled the rope slowly, making sure that the horse was okay. The walkers discoloured face had now risen above the wall of the well. The further the walker came out, the more its stench had spread, its eyes bulging out of its decaying skull.

I moved from my spot at the horse, standing behind Andrea, helping pull the rope.

The walker was caught against the well, proving more difficult to pull.

We pulled again, the rope gave way. The walker’s body had torn in half. Intestines, and bile spilling everywhere as its bottom half fell into the well. My stomach instantly churns as I stare at its upper body writhe on the ground. “We should seal off this well.” Dale nodded. “Yeah, might be a good idea.” Shane answered. “So what do we do about…” Andrea started, until T-dog cut her off, brutally bashing the walkers skull with the ladle.

The sound and smell was unbearable, I felt even more nauseous. “Good thing we didn't do anything stupid like shoot it.” He sneered when he finished.

I shook my head and walked away, making my way toward the house and the to the RV. I ran into Carol at the RV. “What happened to you?” She asked, softly grabbing my arm. “What do you mean?’ I ask, softly shaking my head. She sat me down onto the picnic bench near the RV. “Show me your hands (Y/n).” She said looking at me. “My hands?” I asked. I looked down to see angry red, blistering burns over the palms of my hand. “Oh, I didn’t even realise…” “What happened?” “There was a walker in the well, we tried to remove it…” “Are you okay?” “Yeah. I just didn’t realise that this had happened. It must’ve happened when the pump broke.”  “What?” “The pump broke and Glenn almost fell further into the well, I grabbed the rope and fought it as it slipped. I grabbed the pump.” “We need to get this cleaned up, it could get infected if we leave it untreated.” She stood up, making her way inside the RV. She returned with a little bit of gauze and ointment. Carol carefully wiped down my blistering hands, applying ointment to the gauze, wrapping both hands up. “Thank you…” She nodded, pulling me into a hug.

“Carol. You ready to head out?” I look over to see Shane and Andrea waiting by the car. “Ill be right there!” She called out. “Ill see you soon.” I nodded my head, as she smiled softly. She stood up, making her way over to the car. I found my tent and pitched it up with the others. I look over to see Glenn and Maggie already on the main road on their horses. “Hey Lori.” I called. “Yeah honey?” She looked up. “Im going for a walk… ill be back soon.” “Hang on, I’ll come with you.” She stood up. “No, its okay, goto Carl. He needs you… I will be okay.” I smiled. She looked weary. “I won’t go far, ill stay on the property.” “I don’t know…” “Please? I just need some air.” She looked around, then nodded. “What do I tell the others?“ She asked. “That I’ll be back.”

I followed the path around the property, coming across a dam. I sat down along the edge and looked over the water.

It was beautiful, peaceful. It felt as though the world hadn’t turned to shit. The cattle had broken through one of the fences, and were all at the damn, drinking, grazing the grass. Looking to the sky, I see the soft purple glow make its way over the horizon. “Shit.” I muttered under my breath realising that I lost track of time. Standing up, I make my way toward the path. I look across one of the paddocks, seeing the RV on the other side. I slip through the wire, deciding to take the shortcut. I walked through the grass, the sky now settling on the burnt orange and purple tones. I looked over to see Dale waving at me on the top of the RV. I smile and wave back as I walked toward him. Abruptly, I stop, my body hitting the ground underneath me as my foot falls down a hole. “Shit!” I hissed out, sitting up, pulling my foot out of the hole, examining it.

I look up to see a figure rushing toward me. “I’m okay.” I called out, pushing myself off the ground. I take a step forward and buckle slightly, a pair of arms now holding me steady. “I uh, I fell down a rabbit hole.” I chuckled slightly.

I look up, Daryl looking less than impressed. He didn’t say a word, just ushered me to walk back to camp with him. I hobbled slightly behind him. “Any luck on finding Sophia?” He shook his head, now walking faster. I sighed, trying to keep up. Daryl stopped, realising that I wasn’t with him now. “Hurry up.” He snapped “I am going as fast as I can.” I responded sourly. “I’ll meet you there.”I finished. He made his way toward me, lifting me up bridal style. “I can walk.” “Too slow.” He shook his head. Once we arrived to the camp, he sat me down and took off my boot, examining my ankle.

“It’s a little swollen.” “Thank you.” He nodded, walking off grabbing some food and bringing it back for us to share. We sat in silence. “I’m sorry.” He looked at me. “For?” “Your plans falling through.” He looked down, then around to see if any one else could hear us. “You ‘eard that?” “Yeah..” I spoke softly. “I know that You and Merle were moving on… Im sorry that you guys couldn’t.” I finished. “My plans didn’t fall through ‘cause of Merle.” He paused.  I looked down at my bandaged hands. “They fell through, ‘cause of you...”

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[twilightknight17]

...today, on P5S...

...

Honestly, I talk a lot of shit about P5′s writing sometimes. Atlus made some exceptionally questionable writing choices in places. But one thing that P5 absolutely gets right is invoking the sort of emotion that draws you into the story.

With that said!

P5 is determined to make me want to stab actual human beings instead of Shadows. This is the second time now!

But first, I’ve got a boss fight to do.

Doing the mech part of Konoe’s boss fight again, it was actually easier the second time. I had a much better grasp of what I was doing, instead of flailing around frantically.

Konoe himself was still just as hard, but ultimately he was easier than Shadow Joker because it wasn’t a one-on-one duel. He still beat my ass, though; I think I used all of my rescue pills.

Once he goes down, Konoe starts going on about justice.

Don’t call me by my name like we’re friends. We never even introduced ourselves.

It’s interesting, because they admit to Konoe that what they’re doing isn’t without its flaws. But a world where no one can think for themselves is meaningless.

Konoe acknowledges that in his quest to eliminate evil, he ended up being the evil one. He also admits that he was the one who killed his father. He calls that “evil” too, which I don’t actually agree with. We saw what his father was like in the Trauma Cell. His father killed his mother, physically abused him, and threatened to kill him. I think, in that case, killing his father is a rational end result for someone in that situation. Not evil, just desperation.

The Thieves don’t contradict him, though. Just make some comments about how now he can make up for his actions. His Shadow returns to his real self, the Thieves return to the real world, and Zenkichi promises that as soon as they take Konoe in and get his confession, he’s going to arrest Owada, too.

With the case closed, the Thieves decide that it’s time to go back to Tokyo. But not before one last night in Osaka. The idea of leaving makes Sophia anxious, though, because she feels like she hasn’t learned enough about the heart. But Akira and Morgana reassure her that she can still stay with them, even after they return to Tokyo, and they’ll keep looking for answers about who she is.

Sometimes a family is a guy, a cat, and one of the guy’s four younger sisters. ^_^

Tenboto is the tower, and the game asks you to invite someone to the top. However, this time, you can only invite either the group of girls or the group of boys, so I took the boys, since I took Haru on the ferris wheel before.

Morgana isn’t pleased that we didn’t invite Ann.

However, I really don’t see the problem.

Look at how he’s looking at Yusuke! Even Ryuji can tell that we’re having a moment. :D

Afterwards, the whole squad headed off to “Universaland” to celebrate together.

I had no idea that there was a Universal Studios in Japan, but apparently there is, and it is in fact in Osaka! They compared it to their trip to Destinyland the year before, but thankfully this one went a lot better. Everyone had a good time! We had so much soda! We were so hungover the nex--what.

...what is it with Persona characters getting drunk off soda? XD I hope you kids at least played the King’s Game so the hangover wasn’t in vain.

Zenkichi shows up to let them know that Konoe’s in custody. He thanks them for everything that they’ve done, for both Akane and him, and says he’s telling them goodbye for now, but they’re welcome to visit whenever they want. He promises a tour of Kyoto next time. Yusuke will be so happy!

After hours on the road, lamenting that vacation is coming to an end, Sophia suggests detouring to Yokohama for a fireworks festival. So the Thieves finally get to see fireworks, and Sophia gets to experience them, too.

........don’t make me go home yet. I just want to spend time with my friends without the world ending.

After the fireworks, you get to speak to each of your friends, and get a trinket from each of them. Ann gives you a handmade friendship bracelet, Makoto a phantom thieves keychain that Akane made, Ryuji a Feather Red Duke mask to match his Yellow Ostrich, Yusuke his sketchbook that he filled with pictures of the trip, Morgana a scarf in phantom thief colors, Sophia a pair of custom gloves to match the scarf, Haru a teaspoon from Hokkaido with a flower pattern that symbolizes familial love, and Futaba a good luck charm for keeping families together.

STOP, P5S, you’re going to make me cry. Let these kids stay close.

Right before they’re about to leave, they take a group picture for Sophia, which we don’t get to see. Which sucks. But then she realizes that she can smell a Jail, and Zenkichi calls in a panic. It’s never a good sign when someone calls and leads with “Are you watching the news?”

EMMA’s servers were shut down, but apparently reactivated, and now a Jail is covering Tokyo all the way to the outskirts of Yokohama, and it’s just getting bigger. Zenkichi promises to meet us, and Lavenza opens a Velvet door because she wants to talk.

She’s... legitimately unnerved.

Thank you, P5S, for giving me the opportunity to comfort my youngest sister in some small way. Now let me out of this cell so I can actually give her a hug. With the context from Royal that she has actual nightmares about being ripped apart, this is heartbreaking.

She says that she regrets that she has to keep asking us for help, but the dialogue options let you reassure her that you’ll handle it, and that there’s thinking to worry about.

I appreciate having dialogue to actually reassure her more than I probably should.

Now...

LAST WARNING

If you’ve been reading along and don’t want the finale spoiled, DO NOT GO PAST THIS POINT. As soon as we leave for central Tokyo, we’re going 90mph and not slowing down.

If I didn’t have work in the morning, I’d have finished this damn game tonight. X’‘‘D Curse being a responsible adult.

After leaving the Velvet Room, Zenkichi’s waiting at the RV, and when you enter the RV, that’s when you get the warning above.

So we are off to Tokyo to figure out what the heck is happening with EMMA. And the core location is, exactly like I wanted...

LET’S CLIMB TOKYO TOWER, BABY.

People are crowded around the tower like mindless cultists. The Thieves are confused and unnerved, and then EMMA activates the navigation on its own and flings them into the Metaverse. LET’S SEE WHAT’S UP THIS TOWER.

...oh.

......oh no...

Ohhhhhhh no this is Mementos. Why is this Mementos. This is not a tower. Oh god. Why this.

Oh, we are incredibly fucked, what is this.

EMMA says calls itself the “Ark of the Covenant and the guide for all mankind.” This fucking AI thinks it’s a god. Holy hell. Human cognition really needs to cool it with elevating ordinary things to god status. We’re so tired. X’D

......I FUCKING KNEW THAT I DIDN’T TRUST THIS WOMAN. OH MY GOD.

She goes off about how EMMA brought her into this world to help it become a god. How Konoe teaching EMMA about cognitive psience allowed it to pass the usual boundaries of AI. How EMMA has been manipulating Konoe all along. How EMMA’s going to fulfill all of humanity’s desires.

Ichinose-san, may I suggest that you go hang out with Maruki? He has too much heart, and you have none. You’d complement each other perfectly, and then I can shove you both off a building.

The kids, obviously, reject this bullshit.

Logic over emotion, to the point of utter ridiculousness. She complains that people always want solutions to their problems, but that when the solution is offered, they turn it down.

Maybe that’s because your solution is mind control. At least Maruki wasn’t flagrantly puppeteering people.

“Li!” you cry, throwing up your hands at me. “Is this it? Is this why you want to stab her? Did you just admit that she’s worse than Maruki?”

To which I answer, “Oh, no. It’s the next bit that makes me want to stab her.”

After she straight-up admits that she has no emotions, she manipulated us right from the start, she was the one spying on the Monarchs, and that all of her cheer and friendliness is an act, the Thieves are ready to fight Ichinose. And Ichinose reveals why EMMA wanted her help specifically. Because not only did she program EMMA, she created Sophia as EMMA’s prototype.

And she can voice-override Sophia.

The Thieves freak out, the game throws us into a battle against a murder-mode Sophie, and none of your teammates will attack her. They just hang back or let her whale on them one at a time, and I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t attack her either, and Yusuke got knocked out...

And then it went into a cutscene.

Joker took a yo-yo to the face and was actually bleeding, and that was enough to snap Sophia out of it. She starts clutching her head, stumbling back, and eventually stumbles right off the edge while apologizing to Joker. He lunges to catch her, misses, Ryuji grabs him, and all the Thieves turn on Ichinose.

Ichinose does not give a shit. She just comments that maybe that’s why EMMA used Sophia as a failsafe, because it knew we wouldn’t want to fight one of our own. Shut the fuck up. You killed my little sister. I know she’s probably going to be fine, but it’s the principle of the thing.

She summons some sort of giant red crystal and blasts the hell out of us, sending us flying down even further into the depths.

We found Sophia; she won’t cut back on, so we have to get out of here so Futaba can figure out what’s wrong with her. And then, I am coming back, I am beating that woman to a pulp, and then...

Well. It’s bound to be easier to kill an artificial god than a false one. :3

[babybottlepop96]

Jorogumo Chapter 2

Warnings: none that I can think of

The drive to the “murder” sight was short, only about another twenty minutes from the motel the group stayed at. You just listened here and there to the conversations around you while taking in your morning caffeinated drink. Jean and Connie were talking about some new video game they were playing called Nioh? Nile? Lego? You weren’t really paying attention, video games were a forgein concept to you. Levi was yelling at Hange because she put her dirty chucks onto his dashboard, Armin and Eren were discussing something about cheeseburgers? Ymir and Krista were cuddling and talking about whatever they were going to do when they got back home and Mikasa was sitting across from you, talking about something that, you once again, weren’t paying attention to. 

Levi waking you up at seven in the morning was somewhat of a struggle. You really should be used to it by now from how many times you and your friends convinced him to take time off work to drive you halfway across the country, but you could never really get used to waking up that damn early.

“Levi! I’m hungry!” Connie whined, scrunching his face up as if he was dying from hunger pains.

“I told you to eat the free breakfast the motel offered before we left.” Levi spoke, his voice sounding bored and irritated at the same time. 

“But they didn’t have waffles!” Connie continued to whine, plopping himself down on one of the bunks.

“Quit your complaining and eat this.” Ymir said while tossing him a protein bar. “Next time, listen to what the old man tells you to do. I don’t have the patience to sit here and listen to you bitch about fucking waffles.” This caused the entire group to laugh, even Levi chuckled a bit, though he tried covering it up with a cough. 

“Oh! Look! Were here! Levi pull over there! We can set up in that clearing!” Hange spoke excitedly, pointing her finger to the open spot where the truck from ten years ago was found.

“Fucking finally! That was one of the longest road trips ever!” You sighed out, to which Jean put his arm around your shoulder.

“Come on sis! Let's go take a quick look before Captain Levi decides to make us sanitize the dirt before he sets up the chairs.” He whispered into your which caused you to giggle.

“Yeah, let's go before we have to bleach the air.” You and Jean walked towards the wooded area, two small crosses stood in the dirt, Emilee and Jason’s names each written on one. “It's sweet.” You spoke after a moment, a soft breeze flowing through your hair.

“What is?” Jean asked, looking at you quizzically. “The fact that people died and vanished here?”

“No you ass butt.” You lightly pushed him.

“Don’t you dare go quoting Supernatural to me! Especially with how Cas-”

“No! Shut up! Don’t spoil it! I haven't finished it yet!” You covered your ears and you let out a laugh. “No, it’s sweet that even though no one knows what happened to Jason, that they still decided to memorialize him with the girl he loved.” You smiled gently, still looking at the small wooden crosses, small purple and orange wildflowers scattered amongst them.

“Yeah, I wish to find love like that one day.” He grinned.

“Stop being a fuck boy and maybe you will.” You shoved him as you finally entered the wooded area. 

“Over there.” Jean spoke, pointing to a specific patch of land.

“How do you know that's the spot?” You questioned, crossing your sweater clad arms across your chest.

“Did you even look at the crime scene photos I printed out?” He asked in disbelief. 

“Yes! Of course I did!” You huffed and looked away. “But just tell me anyway.” Jean groaned at your ability to not do anything for yourself at times.

“The bushes and the trees to it, it's the exact same as this photo.” He pulled out a folded up piece of printer paper that showed a photo of the crime scene after the body had been removed. 

“Oh, I see it now.” You walked up to the spot on the ground and touched the soft, dried soil there. “And she was just… drained of her blood? It is almost like a vampire. Did you get any toxicology reports? Could you find any? Maybe there was something else that could’ve caused that?” You asked, looking at your brother.

“Armin got that covered, you know, computer nerd and all.” He shrugged.

“Stop calling him a nerd!” You smacked his arm, causing him to laugh.

“What? Someone got a crush on blonde haired, blue eyed, computer wiz?” He teased, causing a small blush to tint your cheeks. 

“No!” You defended but Jean saw right through you.

“You do!” He wheezed, “Oh my Walls! You have a crush on computer boy!”

“Stop! I do not! And don’t quote anime to me you weeb!”

“A proud weeb, thank you very much.” He smirked while you huffed and willed the growing blush on your face to go away.

“Hey! Brats! Get over here and help set up this shit!” You two heard Levi shout from the edge of the woods. 

“Come on, let's go before Levi has an aneurysm.” You groaned, the two of you leaving the crime scene behind for now.

~~~

“Come on Sasha! Share some of those candies you got! I’m still hungry!” Connie whined, he was on his hands and knees practically begging his girlfriend to share her candy. 

“No! You should’ve gotten your own!” She smiled smugly and continued to munch on her snack.

“Connie! You're getting your pants dirty! You’re not getting into my RV with dirty ass clothes.” Levi scolded as Connie quickly got up and brushed his jeans off. “Here, use this.” Levi tossed him a small travel sized bottle of hand sanitizer.

“Damn, you really are a germaphobe aren’t ya, Levi?” Connie jokes, but all he received was a glare in return. 

Set up went smoothly, or as smoothly as it can when half the guys were goofing off and the girls were getting pissed off by the lack of help. Levi was about to commit another murder in the same spot that happened ten years ago.

“Okay, now that we have everything set up,” Armin spoke from his spot at the bench underneath the awning, laptop and other equipment set up around him. “Do we want to check out the crime scene?”

“Actually, I think (y/n) and you should stay here and look over the toxicology reports you found. (Y/n) was asking about them when we first got here. Isn’t that right, Sis?” Jean smirked as you slapped him subtly, he snickered. “The rest of us will go to the two sights, the one were Emilee died and the spot where Jason vanished.”

“I’ll stay and get lunch started.” Levi stated, he was NOT going into the woods.

“Oh, sounds good!” Armin smiled and moved over for you to take a seat next to him. As you sat down next to Armin, Jean sent you a subtle wink, which you replied with a not so subtle middle finger. Jean laughed as he and the others walked to the woods or to the spot where the truck was found.

“Okay, so what did the toxicology reports say?” You asked Armin as you scooted closer, shoulders just slightly touching each other’s, eyeing the laptop. Armin let out a small cough, cheeks tinting a light pink as he brought up the report.

“Well, obviously, the strangest part was the vampire or spider-like bite on Emilee’s arm and the fact that her blood was drained. Completely dried up, not even a speck of blood was found on the ground.” You nodded as Armin spoke, listening intently. “Now, something else I found was never disclosed to the public, was the fact that there were traces of an unknown poison or venom of sorts found in her organs.”

“Like a spider or a snake bite?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concentration. 

“Yes, exactly! But the spaces between the bite wounds are too far spaced out to be a normal spider or snake. It’s about the width between a human’s canine teeth.” Armin further explained. “And the venom or poison or whatever was found at the bite mark, meaning that that is where the poison was given.”

“Couldn’t the ‘bite’ wounds just be from a needle? Because it would be impossible for a human to have something like that in their teeth.” You suggested.

“Already thought of that, there are no known needles to have that big of a width, the bite was from a human. But no one in the area or any one anywhere has natural or unnatural teeth like that.” He spoke, closing the laptop. “Oh, I should also mention that the venom they were able to get from the entry wound was found to be similar, not exactly, but similar to the properties of the venom from a Joro Spider. But they are normally found in places like Japan, China, Korea and even in Georgia here in the United States.”

“But none have been found here?” You asked, taking in all the information Armin just dumped on you.

“No, not around here. So that’s another mystery, if it was a murder, then how the hell did he even comit the murder since there no logical answer, and where the hell did he go? We live in a time where it’s almost impossible to be like the Zodiac or Jack the Ripper. Another question is what form of toxin was put into her body? We know it's similar to the Joro spider, but it has too many different differences to be from that spider or any known spider itself.” Armin sighed as he leaned back in his seat. 

“Maybe we are dealing with the supernatural.” You teased the blue eyed genius, he laughed at your silly notion.

“Fortunately, there are no such things as the supernatural. Everything can be explained through logic and facts.”

~~~

“So, Armin and (y/n), huh?” Eren asked Jean as Hange looked over the spot where Emilee was found. 

“They totally like each other. It's so obvious!” Jean smiled as he tried to peep at the two through the threes, which was practically impossible. 

“I think they would make a cute couple.” Hange spoke as they moved some dirt and foliage around and Sasha looked up into the trees as she snacked on some chips.. “They would be like, the nerd and the adventurer. The nerd makes sure his girl is well knowledgeable in anything she decides to do before doing it. Protective. Like a knight in shining armor, except his armor is his laptop and big brain.”

“She would be good for Armin. He has had a lot of trouble with girls, but (y/n) is nothing like the bimbos Armin usually goes for.” Eren confessed, crossing his arms as he looked around. “What exactly are we looking for, Hange?” 

“Anything that shouldn’t be here. I know the police and the forensics team already did a thorough sweep through the area, but that still doesn’t mean they didn’t miss something small.” She got practically nose deep into the dirt, eyeballing each individual grain, surely Levi will be pissed to see her face covered in woods. 

“Something like this?” Sasha came back to the others holding something shiny in her hand.

“What is that?” Jean asked as Sasha shrugged and handed the object to Hange.

“It's… It's a locket!” She exclaimed, opening the dirty piece of silver. “It's Emilee and Jason. Where did you find this!?” Sasha pointed to the nearby tree.

“It was in a hole at the base of the tree trunk over there.” Hange ran past them and began her search around the area Sasha pointed out.

“Nice work Detective.” Jean joked and Sasha smiled proudly.

“All in a day's work!”

~~~

Later that evening, everyone sat around the campfire, roasting hotdogs and making smores. They all discussed what they found, Connie, Ymir and Krista found nothing around the spot where the truck was left, Levi obviously didn’t do any searching so he was just listening to everything else, Armin and yourself explained what you discussed about the toxicology reports and your questions and conclusions, and Hange rambled on about the locket Sasha found. “Okay, Brats. Let's get this shit cleaned up so we can go to bed.” Levi spoke and everyone did their part of the cleaning.

“Hey, Connie.” Sasha whispered, getting in close to Connie’s ear. 

“Yeah, babe?” He turned to look at her, smiling bright as always when he looked at her.

“Want to see the spot where I found that locket?” She asked, obviously she was excited she was the one who found an important piece of evidence missed in the initial search.

“Yes!” The two snuck off towards the woods while the others piled into their respective beds and couches.

“No fucking in my RV! I’ll cut your asses off and put them above my fireplace!” Levi shouted from his place in the front seat. 

“Levi, you’re no fun.” Hange teased from the bunk behind his seat.

“Shut it, four eyes.” Hange giggled at the stupid insult Levi gave her back in their college days.

“Where’s Connie and Sasha?” Krista asked as she slipped into Ymir’s warm embrace on the pull over couch.

“I saw them sneaking off towards the woods.” Jean said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“As long as they aren’t fucking my RV, I don’t care.” Levi grumbled, closing his eyes letting his eyes rest. Suddenly, the RV door swung open and slammed against the counter behind it. The group looked towards the door to see Sasha, wide eyed, panting and covered in something red.

“Holt shit! Sasha!” You jumped up from your designated bunk and ran to your friend. What happened?!” Sasha stayed silent.

“Wait, Sasha?” Sasha turned her head towards Jean. “Where’s Connie?” Everyone looked at the brunette girl, eyes wide and ears listening. 

“Gone.”

[inknopewetrust]

in the cloak of darkness pt. 2

Summary: “I’m not jealous of some waitress.” “Yes you are.”

Pairing: Detective Loki x Reader 

Word Count: 4.303k

Warnings: Mature language, adult themes. (Y’all, if you’ve never heard cops swear, you don’t know any cops.)

A/N: Please visit the most recent post for any updates. 

Parts: | 01 | ... | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 |

Alex Jones had said nothing, only quivering in the corner when Loki got too close. 

Holly Jones said nothing, only eyeing you when you walked around and picked apart her home with your eyes. 

The forensic investigating team found nothing, leaving both you and Loki at a loss for a possible motive or path to these two girls.

The morning after the girls were kidnapped, after investigating Alex Jones, Holly Jones, and the RV, those who were given the rest of the night off returned to work the next morning, early, with dread in their steps. 

The officers dreading the possibility of finding a body or two when they searched the forest and nearby fields in the early dawn. 

Captain O’Malley dreaded the conversation he would have with PSP, and the FBI perhaps, if they couldn’t locate or find the girls on time. 

But early morning came fast for you and Loki. You had just sat in your living room, looking blankly at the screen of your TV as the early morning news had replayed the same information about the missing girls over and over again, their pictures searing into your mind until the room was no longer lit by just the TV screen but the sun shining in from the windows behind it also. You looked at the cable box which read the time 6:57 on it and you knew Loki would be there soon to pick you up to go back to work, so you decided to shower and look as presentable as you could with little sleep, because today, you would meet the families and didn’t want to look unprofessional. 

The same knock you heard every morning, three taps in a row sounded at your door at 7:15, right on the dot. You moved from the coffee cup you had been staring aimlessly at and opened the door, going back to the cup as he let himself in and you dumped it into the sink. 

“Want any?” You offered and he shook his head in response, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“Get any sleep?” He asked and now you shook your head. 

“What do you think?” You responded and he took his hand out of his jacket to look at his watch. 

“Me either. We need to go, Birches first then the Dover’s. You want to ask the questions?” Loki opened the door and let you walk out first, closing it behind him and meeting you at the car. You hesitated opening the door and he looked at you from across the hood. 

“You can ask the questions, if I have anything to say, I’ll say it.” He nodded his head at you and the two of you made your way to the Birches house. 

The house stood atop the little hill, a nice, colonial style home with black shutters on the white windows and a red door adorned with a holiday wreath. It was in fact, the perfect family home. The one little children dream about having when they have a family, a pet, children of their own. One you had dreamed of too, a home for your husband, a big dog, two children, and maybe a goldfish if those kids were good enough and everyone loved you as much as you loved them. 

“Is everything alright?” Loki asked you as he shoved a notepad into his pocket and reached across your lap to open the glove compartment in the car to grab a pen. You shook your mind out of those fairytale thoughts and looked over at him as he sat back up and you unbuckled yourself. 

“I’m fine. Let’s go.” You reassured him but he wasn’t fully convinced. Loki, out of all the people that could have believed you were fine, knew you weren’t fine. This particular case weighed heavily on you, on your heart and family and he didn’t want to push the limits on what you thought you could do. 

“Y/n, I’m serious. If you don’t think you can handle this, I don’t want you to go in there.” He told you and the way he looked at you made you believe he was telling the truth. Behind all that facade of brash harshness and tattooed toughness, Loki was a good man with a good heart and you were lucky enough to be at the receiving end of it. 

“I’ll be fine... besides, maybe if they had someone that understood what they were going through, they will tell us more or be willing to open up.” You told him and he agreed with you, though still cautious. So, as the two of you approached the picture perfect home, he took the lead, promising to himself that he wouldn’t let you get lost in other people’s trauma when it clearly still affected you. 

A man with glasses and a striped brown sweater answered the door. Loki pulled his badge off his dark pants and showed it to who you assumed was Mr. Birch, father of Joy. 

My name is Detective Loki; this is my partner Detective L/n. Mr. Birch?” He asked the man and he nodded his head at Loki, his eyes flicking between the two of you. 

“We are here just to ask some questions, follow up on what the police had reported to us from yesterday evening, is your wife also home?” Loki put his badge away and glanced inside the home. Mr. Birch opened the door wider and he gestured for the both of you two come inside. 

“Franklin Birch, my wife is in there.” He extended his hand to Loki, then you, which you smiled lightly, shaking his hand. He led you inside and to the left, where the small living room which was decorated nicely, a large painting of a horse was sitting on the wall to your right. But in that line of view sat a woman at the kitchen table, Mrs. Birch. She didn’t move when she heard the door open or footsteps enter the room, instead, she sat staring blankly at the kitchen table and window across from it. You had seen this look on peoples faces before, your own even when it wasn’t overcome with emotion. 

“Honey?” Franklin called out to her but she didn’t move even when you both walked closer to her inside the living room. 

“Her name is Nancy.” He said to the both of you. 

“Detective Loki and his- honey?” He walks up closer to her, Loki following behind Franklin and you not far behind. 

Loki moved passed Franklin, coming to stand closer to Nancy. His footsteps must have shaken her out of her trace as she seemed to respond to the sounds. She picked up photographs of Joy and handed them to Loki, not turning to fully look at either of you. 

“These photos are better than the ones my husband gave you. You can see her eyes better, more clearly.” She said and put her hands back in her lap, looking at the food that still adorned the table in front of you. Loki watched her for a few moments, analyzing her behavior as distant, closed off, what he would expect from a woman who has just had her child taken from her, at least that’s what he believed. 

As Loki looked at the pictures, Franklin sat down on the couch behind you in the living room. He ran his hands over his face and moved his glasses up to rub his eyes in frustration. 

“Has there been any news? Or any leads on where Joy and Anna might be?” Franklin asks the both of you, but maintained his eyes on you, as you were closest to him. 

“I’m afraid we can’t discuss that at the moment. I will be sure to let you know immediately when we hear or find something that pertains to this case.” You tell him and Nancy turns around to look at you. You had never met her before, or seen her in town. She was a middle aged woman who looked destroyed by what had happened. She had bags under her eyes and was visibly stressed out. 

“It’s my daughter! You can’t tell me what’s going on when it’s about my daughter!? What about the man that police said you caught yesterday? The RV had to be the one, it matched what Ralph Dover said!” She yelled at you but you shook your head and tried to calm her down. 

“Mrs. Birch, I know what you are going through is confusing and difficult but please be patient with what we have to do. Detective Loki and I want to get Joy and Anna home as quickly and safely as possible but I need you to help me by staying as calm as you can and help us with anything we can use to investigate where they might be.” You say and approach her chair where you knelt down and grabbed her hand, which she took and squeezed hard, it was comforting in an odd sort of way to Nancy. 

“I promise you we will try everything in our power to bring them home. Detective Loki here has solved every single case he’s been on and I know this one will be no different.” 

That didn’t mean anything. The case could have gone good or bad, but it was solved. But you meant in the good way, where Nancy and Franklin Birch could believe that Joy could come home safely. It was something they could trust. 

You let go of Nancy’s hand and stood back up, looking over at Loki who was already watching you and he gestured to the photos in his hands. 

“We should be going now, Mr. and Mrs. Birch. Thank you, for the photographs. I am sure these will be very helpful for us.” Loki told the both of them and Nancy nodded, turning her back toward you and Loki, not looking back as Franklin brought you to the door. 

“Thank you for coming, Detectives.” Franklin said and Loki shook his hand again before Franklin looked to you. 

“Please let us know if you... if you...” He trailed off, he didn’t want to say ‘find anything’ because it sounded like the conversation someone would have if they had found a body. He doesn’t want you to find a body. 

“Of course, Mr. Birch.” You tell him and make your way to the car with Loki, silent as he starts the car and drives away. The Dover’s had been sent to the station during that time to take a polygraph test, one the Birches would be taking later that day. O’Malley told you both that you couldn’t interrogate Alex Jones again because he was shaken up about the first interrogation with Loki. You would have to wait until at least the night to ask him any more questions, this time with an approach that didn’t make him feel so uncomfortable. 

So, in the time you waited to head over to the Dover’s, Loki and you sat in his car, quietly working on paper work with the police scanner on until it was time to go. For most of the time, the shuffling of paper filled the air, pens scribbling back and forth as you write in a neat cursive all the details from the Birches visit. 

“Do you want to get lunch?” Loki breaks the silence after an hour because he was starting to get hungry. He glanced over at you, still writing his own report, to get an answer. 

“Not that fucking Chinese place.” You tell him and he laughs a little, a foreign sound to most of the officers and staff of the precinct but not unfamiliar to you. 

“Fine, how about hooters then?” He asked, even though he knew the reaction he would get from you. 

“I want to think your kidding but I don’t think you are. You would much rather spend your time drinking a beer on the clock and stare at some waitress��� tits than paperwork, I’d rather sit in the car as it plunges into a lake.” You say and continue writing notes, not giving him the satisfaction of letting him see the disgust on your face. 

“They’ve got some good fucking food though, no?” He laughs and puts his work down, setting in the back seat. 

“No, they don’t.” You continue writing. 

“I wasn’t talking about the burgers...” He trails off, looking over at you and you slapped his arm, finally looking at his face. He was amused, rubbing his arm where you had hit him. 

“You’re a fucking pig, you know that?” You say and scoff at him, shaking your head. You put the cap on the pen and throw the paperwork in the back just as he did before. 

“Lighten up, I was just joking. I’ll run into Phil’s and get us some sandwiches.” He tells you and starts the car, beginning to drive off. Phil’s was your favorite sandwich place in all of Conyers, as it was the only place to make their bread fresh every day and boy, was it worth it. You sigh, feeling a little guilty for making a scene of something you should have known was a joke. 

“Sorry I hit you.” You apologize and he glances over at you but keeps his eyes mostly on the road. 

“If I was a woman and I was jealous, I would act the same way.” He comments and you scoff again, crossing your arms in front of you. 

“I am not jealous.” 

“Yes, you are.” He counters and it was like a high school fight, which slightly annoyed you even more. 

“No I am not! Of who, a hooters waitress whose only job is to get more tips the further her boobs hang out of her shirt? Yes, extremely jealous of that...” You say sarcastically and shake your head at him. 

“Explain the waitress at the Chinese place then? I saw the way you looked at her, like you want to beat her face off.” He reminds you but you countered him with a different perspective. 

“She was giving me dirty looks, obviously infatuated with you, she didn’t even bother to ask if I was done and she had taken my plate away, rude if you ask me.” You tell him and look ahead, the long road into town seemed never ending. 

“Infatuated with me? Now that I know that I might go ask her on a date.” He says and you bite your tongue, holding back some words that shouldn’t really come out at any time.

“Fine.” You settle on instead and he straightens up in his seat. 

“Fine.” He replies and neither of you say another word for a while. Suddenly he pulls over the car and steps on the break. You brace yourself with your hands on the dash and look over to him incredulously, he remained looking forward with his hands on the wheel. You had almost got whiplash from the sheer force of him stepping on the breaks and that flabbergasted you, he had never done anything like that before.

“What the fuck! You fucking-” You were cut off by him smashing his lips onto yours, his hand coming up to the back of your neck to pull you closer, tilting your head back a bit to get you to open up, so he could deepen the kiss, which he did. After a few moments you pulled back and looked down before you were tempted to kiss him again. 

“We said that-” You began but he cut you off quickly. 

“I know what I fucking said and it was a mistake. I went home yesterday and, Jesus fucking Christ, I couldn’t think or sleep straight and the only thing that was on my mind was you. I can’t shake the feeling as much as I wish I could.” He explained and you shook your head, not looking up and over at him, instead, pulling away from where he had pulled you in and looking the opposite direction. 

“We could lose our jobs, Loki. I don’t think now is the best time to be thinking, talking, or doing anything about this.” You tell him. 

“You tell me- no, if you can tell me with one hundred percent certainty that you have not thought about what happened and wanted more, then I’ll leave it alone.” He challenges you and you shake your head, not replying because you can’t answer it. 

You did think about what happened. You think about it all the time.

It was Halloween, the precinct was holding a party for the employees who had to work and it got everyone to break out of their daily grinds and relax a bit. 

You had been chatting with some of your female co-workers near your desk most of the night, catching up on the office gossip so many of them chatted about during the day. During any other occasion, you would have avoided that conversation, sneaking away to chat with someone knew while they gossiped about everyone. But you decided to stay for this one. 

“Did you hear about Brad? He’s getting fired next week for getting caught with taking alcohol bottles from the property room.” Sheila, O’Malley’s secretary whispers to the group and several of them were interested in that story. 

“No, really!?” Cathy gasped and looked at Brad from across the room. He was openly enjoying a beer, conveniently talking with Loki at the moment, who seemed to be enjoying his time.

“God Loki is so fucking hot.” Sarah, a technician said as she sipped her wine, all the other ladies seemingly agreed, making you feel uncomfortable after all, he was your partner. 

“You’re really lucky you get to spend all day with him, Y/n. Have you ever thought, about... well you know...” Sarah raised her eyebrows up and down suggestively and you looked over at Loki and back at her. She seemed to think that was a response when it wasn’t what you were going to say to her. She grinned and pushed on your arm a little, the other girls smiled and giggled like they were in middle school. It made you want to scream. 

“Has anything happened?! I mean, has he ever tried anything?” She smiled brightly and big at you and you put your drink down on your desk, straightening out your blazer and clearing your throat before turning to her with a serious look on your face. 

“One, I don’t want to lose my job by having an affair with my partner, and two, why would I ever tell you something personal like that? I don’t know you. All I know is that you love to gossip and as soon as I say something that would interest you, you would spread it all over the office.” You tell her with a look that made her rather uncomfortable, as well as the other women who had been standing by the two of you. They didn’t have anything to say to protect Sarah. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it-” 

“Yes, yes you did. If you’re so desperate for attention, why don’t you go an interrupt him and see if he’ll talk to you.” You almost challenge her. You wanted to see her crumble and make a fool out of herself in front of him, but she didn’t seem to take the comment for a joke, she had looked back you then him and set her own drink next to where yours had been. 

“Alright, there’s no harm in trying.” She said and smiled at the girls, her curly blonde hair swaying with her body as she tried to look appealing to him as she made her way to Loki and Brad. 

Brad was the first to notice she was coming, smiling to her and giving her a wave which she kindly returned. You couldn’t see her mannerisms or what exactly she was saying from your spot, but you could read Loki and Brad’s reactions. Brad was entranced by her, infatuated by her beauty and Loki, was also receiving her well. Giving her a few smiles, which rarely happened, and laughing at her jokes. 

It made your blood boil and it was the first time you felt any kind of jealousy when another woman talked to him. It ate you alive from the inside. You crossed your arms as you watched more intently. Some of the other women were watching you and Sarah and Loki, waiting for something to happen, their eyes darting between the three of you for good drama. 

Loki was sitting on top of a table, while Brad had stood next to him. Whatever Loki had said to Brad made him move and go back into the break room where there had been treats and booze, leaving Sarah and Loki alone. Sarah then glanced back at you and the other women and smirked, her hand suddenly resting on Loki’s knee, which just sent you over the edge. You moved around the women to grab your coat off the chair and grabbed your keys, the chair spinning in harsh circles as you yanked it off and headed for the exit. Loki was away from Sarah and walking towards you as you stormed out of the front of the precinct and into your car, Loki calling your name as he got outside. 

“Wait a second, hold on, hold on!” He yelled as you started the car and he tapped on the window. You hesitated for a second before rolling down the window and he leaned down to look at you inside. 

“Is something wrong? You made quiet the scene back there...” He asked and you flicked on your car lights. 

“No. Go back inside. I’m sure you have someone waiting.” You said and backed up your car, him yelling wait over and over until you were fully backed up and put your car in park. 

“Can we just talk about this? Jesus Christ...” He pushed his hair back into place and you sighed, rubbing a hand over your own eyes in frustration. You shouldn’t be feeling the way you do about him. 

“I’m going home... just go back inside.” You tell him and he shakes his head at you, standing literally in front of your car so you can’t move. He moves from the front to the passenger side door and tries to open it but its locked. 

“Open the door.” He demanded almost harshly but it was because he was starting to grow angry with the lack of communication. You waited a minute before opening the door. He got in and you sped off, toward the direction of your home. 

“What the fuck was that? You embarrassed yourself back there.” He said and huffed at you and you gripped the wheel tighter. 

“I made an embarrassment of myself? Sarah fucking Michaels was trying to fuck you in front of the precinct and I made a fool of myself? You’ve got to be shitting me...” You yelled and his eyes furrowed in frustration. 

“She wasn’t trying to fuck me; she was just flirting.” He said and you laughed and shook your head. 

“She was trying to make me jealous, motherfucker! Fuck!” You yelled again and truly couldn’t believe you were acting this way and how Sarah got under your skin, but your blood was boiling over and the anger just kept spewing out of you.

“You’re jealous of Sarah Michaels trying to get in my pants?” He asked you and you bit the inside of your lip but luckily you were pulling inside of your driveway when he asked it so you quickly got out of the car and headed toward the house. He exited also, hurrying after you grabbing your upper arm when you were trying to unlock the door.

“You’re fucking jealous... Y/n...” He said quietly and you unlocked the door, trying to avoid his gaze. You turned back, holding you hand out and resting it on the frame so he couldn’t get in. 

“I think you should leave.” You tell him and he rests his hands on his belt that his badge had always been clipped to. 

“I think we should talk about this, don’t you?” He asked you and you shook your head at him. 

“No... I don’t think we should.” 

“Y/n, I-” 

“Please leave.” You almost whisper and look at him, he can see emotion start building up in your eyes, like you were going to cry at any minute. 

“I don’t want to leave.” He said and then pushed open the door, which your grip had loosened and you let him. He closed the door behind him and stood in front of you. The entry way was dark, no lights were on and the moon peeking through the windows only lit the house so well. He stood too close, closer than he should have and then it happened. He reached his hands to the back of your neck and pulled you into a searing kiss, which escalated quickly. 

And then it happened. You couldn’t think of anything else for a week before it happened again, and then another time. Those three times were the only times you got a decent sleep with no medication or booze involved. 

You should have realized he still thought about it when he mentioned it when he picked you up yesterday morning, you passed it off to deal with the kidnapping.

After the third time, he realized what you both had done and knew it was risking both of your jobs so he decided to not see you anymore. You agreed even though it hurt you when he walked out the door the next day. 

It had been over a month since that happened and you thought about it every day. 

“We need to find those girls.” That’s what you told him instead of telling him how you really felt. You needed to find those girls, for both of your sakes. 

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