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mustyrosewater · 3 years

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their responses to the words “make me.”

as i’m sure we all know, the two words “make me.” are some of the most used in a brat’s vocabulary. greatly inspired by my good friend @the-door-matt (who is a self proclaimed brat.) i have decided to write how pedro’s characters respond to said sentence. good luck, and god bless the brats.

NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

javier pena :

baby, are-

are you sure you don’t have a death wish? surely you do if you give a man like javier pena any from of attitude.

all day, you’d been trying to get under your co workers skin, simple things such as taking just a little bit of extra time getting your coffee, making you late. wearing those bell bottom jeans you know hugged your ass just the right way, anything you could do to get on javier pena’s nerves, you did.

you don’t even remember what he asked you for, maybe he’d asked you to hand him a pen, or even pass him a file that was sitting beside you; all that you remember, is leaning forward slightly from where you were sitting on the desk and tilting your head before saying those cursed to words.

“make me, pena.”

admittedly, you should have known better, but for some strange reason, you’d just felt the need to push one his buttons, at least you’d been wise enough to do this when it was after hours, only the two of you left in his office to sort through reports and such.

you should have known that from the way he turned deathly still and looked up at you slowly, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. if look’s could kill, you’d most definitely be dead. you could only watch as he slowly took the cigarette from his lips and squashed it in the ceramic ashtray on his desk.

next thing you know, javier has gotten up from his desk and is now standing in front of you, a hand now wrapped gingerly around your lower throat, not applying any pressure, simply sitting his hand there and keeping you still.

“is that how it’s going to be? you’ve been trying to get under my skin all day missy.”

as he speaks, his head lowers from around your throat to begin ghosting along your covered skin, barley applying enough pressure to feel his touch, just enough to know that its there.

“this is what you want? is that why you’ve been trying to push my buttons all day hm?”

legend has it you had trouble walking the next day, bruises on your hips and thighs certainly saw to that. needless to say, javi didn’t get attitude from you except on some very special occasions.

francisco “catfish” morales :

you took his hat, babe, why did you take his hat?!

he’d been searching for it since he woke up, after he’d had a shower, only to find that his hat wasn’t waiting for him on the bedside table as it always was. there was also the matter of the fact that you were nowhere to be found.

he came down the stairs slowly, only now hearing movement in the kitchen. when he finally poked his head around the corner only to find you in the kitchen, leaning on the counter and waiting for toast to pop did he spot his cap sat snugly on top of your head, turned backwards allowing him to see the logo of the oil company.

you must have heard him, because you turned and offered him a big smile, though he could read the mischief clear on your face.

“morning.” you practically sang as he approached, wrapping your arms around his waist and standing on your toes to kiss the end of his nose. his hands sat snugly on your hips as he stared down at you like you would stare at a puppy that had been caught chewing on its owners shoe.

before he could reach up to take his hat back, you broke away from his hold once you’d heard the toast pop.

wasting no time, frankie only shook his head. “give it back.” he knew you knew what he meant, but you only turned around, giving a mock clueless look.

“give what back, babe?”

“my hat, give it back.” he didn’t sound angry, not even annoyed; if anything, he sounded like he was enjoying this little game you’d started with him.

“make me, francisco.”

you quickly realized you’d fucked up when his eyes suddenly darkened, as he moved closer to you and had you pressed up against the counter in a manner of seconds. his breathing had suddenly grown heavy and he was practically grinding against you.

as you breathed out a few soft moans, shutting your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck, you felt the cap being pulled off of your head, opening your eyes just in time to see him placing his cap back on his head.

your mouth hung open as he smiled down at you and turned around heading for the front door.

“don’t even think about it francisco.” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him back into the kitchen, hearing him laughing as he spun you around and pushed you back onto the counter, continuing his trail of kisses.

shane “dio” morissey :

oof, well, i can tell you that you fucked up.

dio is not somebody who likes to be given attitude in any shape or form, not getting his way, whether it be through manipulation or force, is an entirely foreign concept our resident goth boy.

literally, doesn’t even matter why you said it, or what it was about. all that matters is that the words “make me” are like flicking a switch in dio’s mind that suddenly has you pressed against the wall with his hands wrapped around your throat as well as dio practically seething the most pornographic sentences into your ear.

don’t expect to be experiencing any release though, dio is going to do whatever he wants, and that means that you won’t be cumming until you’re crying, not until you’ve learnt his lesson.

whether that means you spend hours with his head between your thighs or rather hours bent over the bed with him pounding into you relentlessly until you can’t take anymore, it’s all the same to dio.

he’s not going to let you cum until you are in tears baby cakes, not until you’re crying out that you can’t take any more and that you’re sorry, this is never going to happen again and that he needs to stop.

well, then he will, only long enough to gruffly let out “make me.” before resuming his torture on your body.

yeah, you won’t be walking straight for quite a few days after that, sorry not sorry.

oberyn martell :

it’s the giving an actual prince attitude for me-

no, for real, despite the fact that oberyn is a prince, we know that he doesn’t take it too close to heart when it comes to thinking he’s above certain things.

however, you? being a brat? haha yeah that shit’s not gonna fly. as soon as you say that sentence and give him that look, it’s over. oberyn doesn’t tolerate you being a brat unless he wants you to be a brat.

he will simply repeat his request, allowing you one more chance to be good for him, when you retaliate with another “make. me.” this time pausing between words, oberyn simply shrugs, he gave you a chance, can’t say he didn’t try.

he walks towards you and picks you up, dropping you down onto the bed, staring down at your as he unlaces the lather belt holding his tunic in place. he lets it fall off of his shoulders leaving him only in his loose orange pants as you stare up at him, narrowing your eyes and biting your lip.

he’s not stupid sis, he knows that this was what you wanted all along, seven god’s forbid he actually lets you get away with it though.

overstimulation and spanking is all that you’re going to get, all while he nonchalantly tells you “i gave you a chance to be good my little dove, if you want to be bad, see what you get.” before he lets another smack come down hard on your thigh.

much like our friend dio, oberyn isn’t going to stop until you’re on the brink of tears and apologizing profusely, just pleading, begging for him to let you come.

however, unlike dio, oberyn will cave in and let you because he’s lying if he says that look when your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open turn him to putty in your hands.

din djarin :

ok look, he tried, he really did.

when you first replied to his request to pass him a tool with a mischevous “make me.” he only stopped for a second before resuming what he was working on.

“i’m serious.” he replied as nonchalantly as always, only causing a pout to form on your face.

“so am i.” you shrugged, moving the tool box out of his reach with your foot when he let out a sigh and reached for the tool himself.

“i’m not in the mood.” he grunted, standing up to tower over you, staring you down through the vizor of his helmet. you couldn’t even see his face, but knowing that under his helmet he must have been starting to get annoyed only brought a smirk onto your own.

the tool that was clasped tightly between your hands was the next object of his staring. he reached for it, only for you to place your hand behind your back, not once breaking eye contact with the bounty hunter.

though his helmet you could hear the pissed off huff he gave, right before he grabbed your other wrist and spun you around to push you down onto the crate you’d been previously sitting on. unable to move, you could only wait as he pried to tool out of your hand and suddenly let you go, only turning back to what he was working.

pouting, you turned around, expecting to see him continuing his work, instead, you watched him chuck the tool back into the tool box before he looked back at you, reaching forward to grip you by your shoulders and lead you into the room that two of you shared on the crest.

only checking once to make sure the kid was asleep, he shut the door behind him and shoved you down onto the bed, beginning to unbuckle his belt, only staring at you through his vizor.

he fucked you into the mattress that night, so hard that you had bruises on your hips when you woke up, walking out of the room only to find him working once again, missing the small chuckle that emitted from him as you limped past him.

maxwell lord :

sorry my love, maxwell lord IV doesn’t take orders from anybody, especially not you. the two of you had gotten into some petty argument, something about how you’d already responded to star labs saying he’d be attending their charity gala, and now here he was, claiming that he no longer wanted to attend purely based off of the fact that one of the sales rep’s had given him a dirty look as they were leaving.

you were stood in front of his desk, arms crossed and tapping your foot impatiently, staring at your boss as he propped up his feet and gave you that smirk that was all to familiar and all too infuriating.

without another word, you simply threw your hands up and grabbed your coat, turning around and walking towards the large mahogany doors you knew would take you out of his office.

“don’t walk away from me.” his voice rung out behind you, as well as the sound of him standing up from his chair.

you didn’t reply, only continued walking; just as your hand touched the door handle his voice rung out again, though much colder, much more harsh.

“don’t you take one more step out of this office.”

you whipped your head around to look at maxwell, your eyes suddenly wide with insult, who the hell was he to order you? well, technically he was your boss, but still.

you took a few steps towards him, your heel’s clicking on the marble floor before you stopped and stood in silence, letting your eyes linger on his face before finally speaking.

“make me.”

without even waiting for a reply you turned around and continued your retreat out of the office that you were sure cost more than your own house three times over.

but before you could leave, you felt hands on your shoulders as you were spun around harshly to meet the angry eyes of maxwell, his breathing was heavy and his perfectly gelled hair had moved slightly out of place, leaving a few strands sitting on his forehead.

“is that what i have to do to get you to fucking listen to me once in awhile hm?” as he spoke, he turned the two of you around and continued until you were pushes against his desk feeling the hard wooden table digging into the backs of your thighs.

all i’m gonna say is, expect to be bent over that desk and prepare to hide the bruises around your thighs from by the time our man is done with you.

you may have begun to order him around a lot more often after that occurence, who knows.

max phillips :

okay well, for one

why are you saying “make me” to your boss

especially when your boss is max phillips

it was, in all honestly, because you were having a bad day, technically your shift wasn’t starting for another ten minutes, you’d only just sat down at your desk and let out a sigh as you heard your boss’ office door opening as well as those infuriatingly well polished shoes appearing in your vision.

without even saying good morning or anything, max was already on your case about those reports that were meant to be on his desk by this afternoon.

not even waiting for a reply, he patted you on the shoulder and reminded you that you needed to start working.

without even thinking, as he was walking away, you blurted out a snide “make me.” it was meant to be quieter than it came out, a little snap only meant for your ears, and yet, somehow, he seemed to have heard it loud and clear.

the second, and i mean the second, those words leave your mouth, max’s head will have spun around to look at you in disbelief, sparing little to no time before he’s placing his hands flat on the desk of your cubicle and narrowing his eyes at you, only to growl:

“my office, right now.”

hope you’re ready bby, cause max certainly is.

all your coworkers have to pretend that they don’t know exactly whats going to happen when max asks you to close the door behind you.

max practically shuffles his desk into the wall while bending you over it and fucking you into tomorrow, in his mind, this was his way of showing you what an attitude like that would get you

they also pretend that they can’t hear the banging and muffled moans coming from his office, he’s their boss, they can’t say shit.

by the time your waddling out of his office, sheepishly adjusting your dress and collar, all while max leans in the door frame with a confident smirk plastered on his face.

this is then followed by him demanding that everybody stop staring and get back to work.

jack daniels a.k.a agent whiskey :

i love our yeehaw man, you love our yeehaw man, we love our yeehaw man.

so i can’t work out why you would want to get on this mans nerves.

it starts out small, little things that you know will push his buttons, stealing his hat off of his head once, then twice and then finally a third time.

you sat on his desk beside where he was working and grabbed the hat off of his head for the third time after he’d taken it back, placing it on top of your head and flicking the brim upwards playfully.

you knew he could stop you from taking it, but he was either enjoying this more than he was letting on, or didn’t have the heart to stop your fun, either way; what had started out as fun was very noticeably beginning to annoy him.

he sighed deeply when you grinned at him, swinging your legs back and fourth from where you were sitting.

“babygirl, light of my life, will you please stop taking my hat.”

his voice was audibly tired as he looked up at you, only to see you grinning.

“but i like it, it looks better on me.”

by the sound he made, you could tell you were right, or at the very least, he really enjoyed seeing you in his hat, but despite that, he still lifted a hand to reach for it only to have you lean away from his reach

“i’m gonna have to ask for that back sugar.”

“make me cowboy.”

as soon as you said that, his eyes noticeably darkened as soon as you said it, leading to him standing up and stepping in front of you, standing between your legs.

“i won’t ask again babycakes. give me the hat.”

your only response was to lean in and smile at him.

“make. me.”

that was the limit, within mere blinks of an eye you found yourself bent over whiskey’s knee as he sat down in his office chair, the hat still on your head.

“i gave you the chance babygirl, no arguing now.”

your ass is gonna be red by the time your out of that chair, and i can confirm you will indeed be walking weird tomorrow.

but hey, it was worth the hat, wasn’t it?

pero tovar :

baby i hope you know what you’re doing..

you stole his coin purse off of his belt while walking past him in the market, you’d stolen several coin purses today, this was just the first one that caught you.

you were only a few meters away when you’d heard him yell out from behind you, resulting in you breaking into a sprint through the crowd in order to get away from the mercenary now hunting you.

it took a few minutes of running before you were able to successfully escape, hiding behind a building and leaning against the wall huffing and puffing feeling like you were going to be sick.

finally calm enough to continue on, you turned the corner only to run bang smack into said mercenarys chest, the now very angry mercenary.

“you made me chase you through three streets senorita.”

despite attempting to turn and run once more, he caught you almost instantly and had you slammed against the wall.

“you’re one of the only people that have been able to outrun me, but despite this, you stole from me. give it back.”

maybe it was the high adrenaline, or the fact that the close proximity was allowing you to feel his breath on your cheek, but for some reason, you decided to dig your own grave even deeper.

“make me.”

the growl that left that man was nothing if not animalistic, the next thing you knew, you’d been swung around and having your chest pressed against the wall as he grinded against you, dipping face down to breathe in your scent.

“if we’re going to be like that senorita...”

yeah, needles to say you had a very fun time from then on out explaining to people how you met your latin lover.

dave york :

death. ELECTRIC CHAIR. did u really, reeeaallly decide to give a trained assassin attitude? ur funeral babes.

i don’t even want to know how it happened, but as soon as that man heard “make me.” leave your pretty little lips. oh mama.

you were bent over the kitchen counter, hand through your hair, pulling it back and other hand blissfully placed around your neck, gradually applying more pressure.

“oh, you thought that was fucking funny? you want me to make you? you little fucking whore, i’ll make you then.”

trust this man will be leaving several bruises all over your body, this is literal hate fucking at a certain point, there is no other way to describe the way this man reacts to attitude of any kind.

words cannot describe the state that you are left in, but as much as it hurt, the aftercare is worth it. waking up to him laying soft kisses along your shoulder, all the bruises and bitemarks.

bringing you coffee while running you a bath so that the two of you can relax and let your body recover from the absolute torture and pleasure it has been through

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kiljoius · 3 years

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No One Said

Shane x Farmer

First fic in years...I'm quite rusty. Stardew Valley inspired me to write again. Love that chicken boy.

1100 words.

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1:10 p.m.

Gem in hand, you’re walking down the stairs next to Pierre’s, heading for the Saloon. As you pass the Mulner’s, your elbow brushes against one of their plants and sends a shock right to your neck. You brush your elbow, wincing, and proceed to ignore it. Rounding the corner, you swing the Saloon door open, first seeing Gus, then Emily.

“Hey Gus! Emily, hey, I found something in the mine!” You skip over to the counter, pulling your hand from your pocket and unveiling a dirty, green gem stone. Emily whirls around to face you from the sink to the counter, and her eyes lock in on your hand, her eyes growing a bit.

“Oh my! That looks like emerald!” She exclaims, snatching it from your hand to carefully look it over in her own.

“I thought so! Yeah, when I saw it I immediately thought of you,” you say, the corners of your lips tugging upward as you see the excitement in her voice. A small slurping sound catches your attention, and your eyes dart around the Saloon briefly to identify the noise. It’s so early, people aren’t normally at the Saloon at this time on a Wednesday. Your eyes stop at Shane. Well, you suppose, that makes sense.

“Oh this is one of my favorites! What a great find!” Emily has been going on about the gem for about a minute before she finally sets it back down on the counter in front of you. You turn your attention back to her, and shortly push the emerald back towards her.

“You keep it! I wanted to give it to you, you’re way more into this stuff than I am,” you say with a smile, and Emily’s eyes light up.

“You’re awesome, farmer. I can’t wait to clean this baby up and put it with the others. It’s quite a bit smaller!” Emily takes the gem in her hands and turns towards the sink, beginning to rinse it.

“No problemo!” You push yourself away from the counter and swing around to look at Shane. You hold one hand up in a somewhat half-wave. He’s staring directly into his full beer, not meeting your gaze at all. You’re unsure if he sees you or not, so you meander over and softly say “uh, hey Shane.”

The farmer. His attempts at pretending he has no idea you’re there have failed, and now you are interacting for the second time this week, and it’s only Wednesday. He lifts his eyes lazily to acknowledge your presence, then back down again. You sit down at the seat closest to where he’s standing up against the wall and rummage through your pocket. He lifts his eyes just a bit again to see what you’re doing, unusual of you not to just launch into the questioning phase. His eyes follow your hands in your pockets, until they reveal a small pepper.

“By chance, I have this pepper! Uhm- someone told me you like peppers, and I just harvested the first of the bunch this morning, one of the first summer crops, and I happen to have one and uh-yeah-so here ya go!” Your hand outstretched, he lowers his beer a bit and stares at it. You hold your hand out a bit farther, “I initially took it to the mines with me as a bit of a pick me up, y’know, kinda zap me into focus! Weird logic, whatever, I didn’t end up eating it and you’re here. So. Take it.”

He grabbed it from your hand and shoved it in his sweater pocket, mumbling “uh, fine. Thanks I guess. I do like peppers." Your eyes light up and he immediately looked back down into his beer.

“Oh good, I’m glad. Hey Gus, can I get a beer here, too, please?” You waved at Gus, who nodded briskly. “I’ll have plenty more where that came from!” You chuckled softly, touching your elbow. You winced once more, a quiet sound escaping in the process, and this caught his attention. He locked in on the gash on your right elbow and his eyebrows raised. Gus slid the beer next to you, “thanks.”

“Not that I care, but are you okay?” He asked. It was probably the first sign of compassion you’ve seen from him yet, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, totally fine. No worries. Happens all the time. I fell, like a goof. Uhm, that’s actually why I’m here already, so early in the day. I usually spelunker down there for quite a bit longer, but I was just a bit…tired today.”

“Because of the wound?”

“Kind of.”

“That…looks pretty nasty. Like legitimately gross.” He had been staring at it the entire time, not even taking a sip of his beer. You clasped your hand over it and turned away from him.

“Yeah, you know what-I uh-should actually probably get it checked. Sorry to dip out on you so quickly. Here, take my beer.” You fumbled for some cash to put on the table, then slid the beer to the edge of the counter, towards him. He looked at the beer, then back at you. “I’ll see you around, ok? With more peppers,” you smiled, giving him a small pat on the arm as you hopped off the stool. He furrowed his eyebrows as his gaze followed your figure out the door. “Bye Gus, Emily!”

“See ya, farmer!”

“Good luck out there!”

He pulled the pepper from his pocket and eyed it carefully. He could already feel Emily’s stare as she waltzed over to him. “What?” He hissed.

“A pepper, huh? I got a gem,” she winked, leaning over the counter to get a better look.

“Yeah, and I wonder who could’ve told her I like peppers,” he shot his eye at her, shoving the pepper back in his sweater pocket.

“Oh, probably Jas or Marnie, they love to talk about you!” She cackled, slamming her hands on the counter, causing Shane to flinch. He sighed and set his now empty glass on the counter, pulling himself into the seat you were initially in. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the glass you left him and stared into it. She pushed herself up from the counter, “you’re gonna have to start being a bit nicer, you know.”

“Says who?” He didn’t even bother to lift his head to look at her. He already knew she had that playful, mischievous look on her face.

“No one I suppose. But I would, if I were you,” she turned from him.

No one said he had to start being nicer. His right hand was still in his pocket, holding onto the pepper. He thought of the farmers wound. He wondered if it would be alright. He lifted the glass to his lips.

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choco-glow · 3 years

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Day of the Dead (Robin)

April 27th.

The bed shifted, creaked as Bruce dragged himself up out of the comfort of his way too expensive (and totally worth it) mattress, followed reluctantly by an equally exhausted Selina. He insisted she use the bathroom first, taking that time to rub his face and scalp, forcing himself into an alertness that he didn’t feel…and Bruce ignored his constantly buzzing phone. He could hear Alfred puttering around in his own room down the hall, Damian’s near silent footsteps alongside his dog’s as the youngest Wayne limped down to let Titus out. Tim…Bruce sighed, knowing that Tim one of two places; passed out in the chair in front of the computer down in the cave, or passed out on the couch in the library, his laptop on the floor.

Either way, he was sleeping, most likely, and Bruce was going to take advantage of that.

“Hey.” He glanced up, and the smile on his lips was small, but real; she looked so good leaning against the doorway in nothing but her underwear and one of his old band tees, tousled hair sticking to her forehead from her shower, a sweet smile on her face, those familiar green-blue eyes always so dark in the morning. Bruce dragged himself upright to wrap her up in his arms, hugging her tight, and Selina melted against him, nuzzling his cheek. “Bruce…”

“Thank you for staying…” He murmured, gratitude thick in his voice, and she patted his bicep, popping up on her tiptoes to kiss his nose.

“Of course, sweetheart. Go wash up and get dressed, I’ll head down and help Alfred with breakfast?”

“Selina, you don’t have to…” She shook her head, chuckling, and he chuckled back, ignoring his impulse to just turn away and go brood. Brooding wouldn’t help today…

“I want to. I know what today is…and why it’s so hard.” He ducked his head, swallowing his next word, and she cupped his cheek. “Bruce. I mean it. Jason…” He lifted his head, blue eyes tired but crinkled from a weary smile.

“I miss him.”

“I do too. Go on. We’ll be waiting for you.” He nodded, and after a lingering kiss, despite Cat’s aversion to morning breath, Bruce let her go. The shower was hot enough to wash away some of the pain from his shoulder and upper back, and after washing up, he carefully redressed the bandage on his thigh, then pulled on a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt. It was Saturday, thankfully, so Bruce didn’t have to worry about a suit, and making his way down the stairs, he was glad to see visitors…especially these visitors.

Four years…four years, he’s been gone now. His heart twinged, but Bruce didn’t have to hold up a mask around Dick, who hugged him tight as soon as his first Robin saw him, nor around Barb, who he knelt to hug as well. Steph looked a little lost, a little nervous to be here, and Bruce hugged her too, whispering thanks to her as he’d done to the rest, and if Steph hugged his waist a little harder, her voice a little thick…well, Bruce wasn’t going to tell.

“Father, Alfred the cat is most worried about you.” Bruce paused as he set Steph back on her feet, turning to face Damian, who was holding his purring tuxedo cat and looking concerned…and Bruce couldn’t help the tiny, choked sob, because Damian looked so much like Jason at that age, his whole being focused on “comfort father”.

“So I see. May I hold him?” Damian nodded, and Bruce gently took the cat, smiling as Alfred bumped noses with him and settled on his shoulder, purring deeper still. “Thank you, Damian…”

“This is an auspicious day; we need all the comfort we can receive…” He murmured, and Bruce hugged his youngest tight, tears spilling over now…and Damian hugged him back, clinging to him tight.

“That’s…that’s true…c’mon everyone, we better get into the kitchen before Alfred the butler and Selina yell at us.” He murmured, and Dick chuckled while Barb smiled and took the lead. Damian pulled away from the hug, but not from Bruce, and they walked in hand in hand, taking comfort from one another. Jason’s photo, the last one taken two weeks before he died, was sitting on the counter, as always, with a candle lit…and the new addition of a tin can with the label meticulously soaked off, full of dandelions, and Bruce paused by it, lips twitching up in a fond smile.

“Master Bruce, I hope you don’t mind…I wanted…well…I remember Jason making those bouquets for us when he was a child…” Alfred murmured, and Bruce just pulled him into a hug, tears running hot down his cheeks now.

“I can’t think of a better thing…It’s perfect. Best bunch of flowers that’s ever entered this house.” They all shared a laugh at that, though Selina, Steph, and Damian looked a little confused, and it was Dick who explained, his voice warm and fond as he remembered all the times Jason would prowl the Wayne grounds, plucking dandelions and purple clovers, filling an old coffee can or tin can full to the brim and bringing them back to the house to share, his smile bright and happy.

“…At first, we offered him the flowers from the garden, and Jason just shook his head, looking scared, and said that he got in trouble for pulling those. No one cared about the wildflowers.”

“Oh, what a sweetheart…” Selina breathed, and Bruce and Alfred settled at the table at last, which prompted Dick to pass them the plate of pancakes and motion to fill up.

“He really was…c’mon, let’s eat, best way to remember our boy.”

“Here here! And whatever we do, avoid Buzzfeed today.” Barb raised her OJ in a toast, and Bruce closed his eyes with a sigh.

“God, I hate Buzzfeed…”

“Same here, old man. Same here.”

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Six months I’ve been back, and not a Bat to bother me. Jason settled in for a quiet Saturday morning, and ignored cable for a change; he knew what was going to be all over the news today, and he, for one, didn’t want to hear yet another poignant portrayal of his death. At least Bruce wouldn’t be out in public today; he’d learned that from running through the old news stories from the last few years, and frankly, Jason was grateful for it. It…meant that Bruce at least care enough to mourn him. Even if the goddamn Joker is still alive…

He sighed, and pushed away the anger he still felt at that fact, and pulled out his guns, then pulled up YouTube on his TV. He scrolled through his usual recommended list, feeling…restless and a little out of his element; it was the first death day he’d spent back in Gotham, and his normal goofy favorites just…weren’t going to cut it. Then he saw the one video he didn’t expect to see.

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Jason Todd, Wayne or Robin?

A grin split his face.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

—-

“Welcome to Buzzfeed Unsolved. I’m Ryan Bergera, and this is Shane Madej. Today, we are covering the mysterious deaths of two important people in the deadly metropolis that is Gotham City…or are we?”

“Wait, what?”

“Jason Todd Wayne, the adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, and the second Boy Wonder, Robin, both of whom disappeared the same day, April 27th…and have never been heard from again.”

“Ryan, you said it was one murder!”

“And therein lays our mystery, because the more you hear details of the case, the more you wonder if these two boys were really the same person.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…I smell a conspiracy!”

“Shane, you smell lunch.”

“And a conspiracy! C’mon, out with details, gimme something, Bergera.”

“Hold your freakin’ horses, dude, lemme go over things…” Jason watched with unconcealed delight as he disassembled his pistol, cleaning each part as Ryan laid out the admittedly sparse facts of the case; of course, Jason knew the truth, but he was frankly somewhat impressed with the story that Bruce and Alfred had concocted. Of course, they couldn’t say the Joker beat him to death with a crowbar and blew up a building on him ( and even Bruce couldn’t have guessed that Talia al Ghul had stolen his corpse from the morgue, gave them an equally beaten dead kid to bury, and dumped his ass in the Lazarus Pit). But the story of Jason being killed as a hit out on the Wayne family was all too likely.

Batman had a lot of enemies.

Bruce Wayne had a lot more.

“No one was ever charged for Jason’s murder…here’s the last video of the press conference where Bruce explains things.”

“…Jesus, he’s barely keeping it together…I know he’s a billionaire, but he’s got a lot of heart…poor guy…”

“Yeah…I know we tend to fuck around on this channel, but…this kid died. Pretty badly, from what the evidence shows.”

“Man…so, you said there were theories, right?”

“Yeah, and they only get worse from here.”

“Well, we started the program with a dead kid; can’t get any worse than that.” Jason paused the video and just…stared at Bruce’s face, the tears on his cheeks, his exhausted appearance…and sighed a little.

“Sorry Dad…”

—-

“Theory number one: Dick Grayson killed Jason Todd out of jealousy. It was rumored that the brothers didn't get along and Dick and his father didn't have a good relationship when Jason came to the household.” Jason’s eyes narrowed at that one; whoever thought up that crock of shit had another thing coming. Sure, he and Dick had bickered like brothers, but at the end of the day, Dick was his brother from another mother. Even now, even with everything that had happened…Jason missed those hugs something fierce.

“I mean, that’s a pretty cut and dry one…”

“So it would seem…but if you look at the interviews, there’s nothing in Dick’s demeanor that shows any resentment or anger. And both Jason and Dick were orphaned at early ages and adopted by Bruce, so…”

“Yeah, I dunno. It’s cut and dry, but…at the same time, it doesn’t really make sense.”

“Especially given that Dick every year celebrates Jason’s birthday; I mean, killers can be weird, we know that from the last several seasons, but…I dunno. It doesn’t really fit.”

“Probably some asshole detective looking to close it up.”

“Probably…”

“On to number two!”

—-

“Bruce Wayne killed Jason Todd. This was, actually, the first big conspiracy theory to hit the web. Thankfully, it quickly died when people saw just how devastated Bruce was for months after his death, but apparently there are still some trolls on public forums who accuse Bruce Wayne of killing his son.”

“…That’s utter bullshit. Fuckers.”

“Right there with ya, buddy. Right there with ya. Onto three?”

“Please.”

—-

“Jason isn't dead, because of sightings of a homeless boy who wandered all around Crime Alley and looked exactly like Jason Todd. He was completely battered and bruised and suddenly disappeared after a year in the streets, likely due to a trafficking ring.” Jason raised an eyebrow at that, and turned his AK, Shane and Ryan’s incredulousness a comfort. He wasn’t sure why he was still watching this, but…it was kinda nice. Nice to have people be pissed off for his sake.

“Jesus Christ, Gotham, y’all are so dark.”

“May be why their superhero is Batman, dude.”

“STILL. Could this one have some merit, though, since he was an orphan?”

“This one is one of the strongest theories to date, because Jason was from a place called the Narrows, not far from Crime Alley, and according to Wayne Enterprises official documentation in their family museum, Jason had had issues with drugs and abuse, though to what extent, only the family knows. It’s a pretty ugly idea, but…it’s possible.”

“I think I’d rather be dead, Ryan, than go through that.”

“Same. Same…”

—

“Now. We move onto the disappearance of the second Robin, who vanished the same day that Jason Todd supposedly died. Possible theories of the disappearance of the second boy wonder—”

“Ryan. Ryan. Buddy. Champ. Are you implying, really, that Jason and Robin are the same kid?!”

“I’m just reading the script!”

“You wrote the script!”

“…I may be implying that they’re the same, yes.”

“I KNEW IT.”

“You don’t know shit.” Jason started laughing, and paused to get himself a fresh beer, ordering pizza while he was at it. Alright, this wasn’t so bad after all…

—

“He is hiding. Some say he hid from Batman, and some say Batman is hiding him from others. They don't know what, though. Some even say he quit the job.”

“Alright, I’ll bite, who’s ‘some’.”

“Paparazzi, conspiracy theorists, Alex Jones, etc…”

“Ah yes. The enlightened crowd.”

“Pftt…This is the weakest one, so we’ll go ahead and lay out the second theory while we’re at it. The second Robin died. After Robin stopped appearing with batman for an entire year, the same time Jason Todd died. This used to be a widely spread theory, until people realized maybe talking about the death of a boy in a terrorist attack for a conspiracy theory after his father broke down in public isn't the nicest thing to do.”

“And this is your theory.”

“This…is the strongest one I think, and the one that has the most emotional punch. But let’s be real; if the second Robin was indeed Jason Todd, then his Batman HAS to be Bruce Wayne. And c’mon. We’ve all seen the nightmare surrounding THAT theory.”

“Uh, yeah. No thanks, I do not ever need to write another “But the butts don’t match” article ever again in my life.” Jason snorted at that, cracking up laughing, and when he googled “The Butts don’t match”, he had to pause his boys because the ensuing hyena laugh had him flat on his back for ten minutes, absolutely losing his shit.

“Oh Christ, I love the internet…”

—-

“Next theory. He’s a kid, he took a break from vigilante-ing to do something else.”

“Now see, I like this one; that’s like, the most wholesome version. I hope this is the real one, but…”

“I know, man. I know.”

“Sigh.”

—-

“Almost there. Some people believe the second and the third Robin are the same, although many people disagree, considering witness reports that they looked very different, and the Robins were very distinctive in their fighting style and personalities.” Jason snorted at that, shoveling a slice of pizza into his gullet, and even the boys were looking a bit annoyed at that theory, Shane more than Ryan.

“Question.”

“Yes?”

“How the hell do they know about fighting styles?!”

“Gotham City Police.”

“Oh. Well, that makes sense now.”

“Also, apparently Commissioner Gordon likes the third Robin more, which tells me they’re definitely not the same.”

“Yeah, if anyone other than Batman would know, he would. What’s next?”

“This one is kinda great, but also a bit outrageous.”

“Ooooh, juicy. Spill the beans, Bergera!”

—-

“Some even believe that the second Robin is now the infamous Red Hood. Gothamites have been known to try to stalk the dude but it's never successful, and supposedly, even the Batfam won’t bother him.”

“I mean, that’s a cool story, but how true is it?”

“Considering the guy wears a red freakin’ helmet with eyeholes and no mouth, who knows how true it is?”

“Still a nicer story than the butts. And hey, Red Hood is pretty chill, man, I think he’s probably the best thing to hit Gotham in years.”

“You’re a Hoodie!”

“The fuck is a ‘Hoodie?”

“Red Hood groupie.”

“Uh, hell no, I just think he’s cool.”

“Uh huh…Well, folks, that ties up our deep dive into the murder of Jason Todd, and the disappearance of the second Robin. To date, this case remains…Unsolved.” As the quiet music that ushered in the ending screen and credits, Jason sat back, working his second slice of pizza, and chuckled a little to himself. If only they knew…well. His people knew who he was; old man Falcone figured it out the second day Jason had been home. The Narrows had welcomed their boy back…And they weren’t gonna tell anyone. They didn’t trust Gothamites, they didn’t trust the Bats…which was why Jason had carved out his place here again, with gunfire and brutal justice. They trusted him.

He turned YouTube over to something mindless, and padded over to the window, feeling the sunshine, weak though it was, break through the clouds and warm his skin. Jason leaned against the familiar brick, and opened the window, letting in a rush of cool air, reminiscent of spring.

It was good to be home.

#deathinthefamily #jason todd #red hood #batman #bruce wayne #selina kyle #damian wayne #dick grayson #barbara gordon #buzzfeed:unsolved #ryan bergera #shane madej #this is feels and crack #why do I write this

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Me And You (Pt. 02 of 04)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes X Reader

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: You and Rick got married on the farm, some time after he divorced Lori for cheating on him with Shane. Now, several months later, setting and fortifying the prison as your home, Lori hasn't accepted your relationship yet, doing everything she can to turn your lives into a living hell.

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The guard tower is completely different. There's a mattress on the corner, covered with pale green sheets and some blankets. A table is set with a hell of a good meal, and the whole place is lit up by candle lights. With your mouth half-open, you take it all in, not quite believing it, still by the door frame.

“(Y/N), I'm so sorry but I didn't know,” Rick says, and it makes you look at him. “I wasn't counting and–”

“Counting what?” You inquire, happy to know what was the secrecy about, but still confused about why this was made.

“Well, somebody was countin',” Daryl mutters, a low chuckle coming out of his mouth.

“Yes, someone has too.” Carol has both hands on her hips, eyebrows raised. “Today is your one year anniversary and the only reason why I'm not disappointed at you two was because I successfully managed to pull this off behind your backs.”

“One year?” You mutter, mentally counting. Checking the calendar daily was never one of your priorities. And being with Rick sometimes feel like forever already, and yet not long enough. “Holy shit. An entire year!” Turning at your husband, you tiptoe to kiss him, happiness overcoming you for being able to celebrate this date in such a wrecked world. It's a true blessing.

“Well, Daryl and I will leave you alone,” Carol speaks up, and you break the kiss just to give her some attention. “Have fun. The guard tower is yours alone all night.”

“Thank you so much you two.” You can't help but say. “Actually, I must thank everyone because I bet they all had a part in it.”

“That's true. Now, let's go, Daryl. Let them enjoy their special night.” With that, Carol pushes the door closed, and soon enough you can hear their footsteps as they walk down the stairs.

“That's absolutely amazing.” You breathe out, taking off the jacket and laying it on a small side table by the door. Holding Rick's hand, you pull him towards the table, checking on your dinner. Deer and potato salad, one of your favorites meals when it's cooked by Carol.

“Not nearly as amazing as you.” He gives you a gentle pull, and you turn towards him. You can't help but blush under his eyes, as you did on your first date. Well, on the run you went alone with him, when things started getting clear between you two.

“Well, this is the dress you got me a while ago and the hair was all Carol's doing.” Slowly, you step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You're gorgeous. Well, you're gorgeous every day, actually.”

“Even when I'm covered in dirt and bone meal?” Giggling, you stand on your toes, eyes closing when your lips brush against his.

“You get more beautiful every passing day and I have no idea how you do that.” Then the kiss comes, and it's different now because there's no risk of being interrupted. No risk of being seen.

You and Rick barely have the chance to be alone. It usually happens when you go on a run together and that's why you do it every now and then, just to spend a night or two away from everyone. But you usually have to stay in the car since sometimes is hard to find a house you can secure to spend the night in without having to worry too much. But there's nothing to worry about here, you're safe inside the fences. And you are safe in his arms.

“Dinner first.” You tell him with a giggle when you pull apart to breathe. “We have all night.”

“When was the last time we had all night for ourselves like this?” He asks as you move to seat on the small table, across from each other.

“On our three days honeymoon on Hershel's cabin a few miles from the house.” It quickly comes to your mind, and you can't help but giggle as you remember how terribly nervous you were back then. And how kind and caring Rick was. “And it's been a year.”

“A wonderful year.” Rick takes your hand over the table, a bright smile on his lips.

“The very best.” You agree, biting your lip. The only reason why you want to eat first is that you're really hungry since you had lunch a little too early today.

But something like an hour later you're lied down, Carol's good work on your hair ruined ever since you stumbled from the table to the mattress because you just couldn't get there fast enough. You'd be freezing it is wasn't for the warmth Rick provides, with his chest pressed against your back. As you look at the night sky through the windows, to the many stars, tiny diamonds scattered across the Universe, Rick places soft kisses on your bare shoulder, all the way up to the back of your neck.

“Your beard is tickling me.” Giggling, you mutter, playfully trying to push him away, but that only makes him hold you tighter, placing a delicate bite on your neck. “Ouch! I thought you said you didn't bite unless I asked.”

“I don't remember saying these vows.” And he starts kissing you again, making sure to gently rub his beard on your neck.

“Rick, c'mon.” You whine, the laugher coming from your lips suddenly interrupted when your eyes find a figure in the distance, on one of the bridges that connect two different cell blocks. “Hey, wait up.” Your voice gets a little more serious as you squint your eyes. The figure is quite familiar and it takes only two seconds for you to recognize Lori.

“What?”

“Over there. On that bridge.” You know when he sees her because a sigh escapes his lips. “Is that...?”

“Yeah.” Rick sounds frustrated, a little angry even. But then again, everyone feels like that when it comes to Lori and you don't know for how long it can go on. Whenever she's in the room, the atmosphere changes, and people always expect some kind of confrontation.

“That's creepy.” You mutter, pulling the blankets up to cover your body. She can't see anything from this distance, but even so, it makes you feel a little better. “Do you think she was watching?” The thought comes to you suddenly, and it doesn't help one bit.

“I don't know. I don't know what to expect of her anymore.” As he speaks, you see someone else on the bridge, talking to Lori. You recognize Carol as an argument begins. It takes only a few seconds before Carol steps back, giving a look your way before disappearing.

“You know, sometimes I...” Taking a deep breath, you give up giving your thoughts a voice. “Nevermind.”

“Hey.” Rick moves away from a little, and you take the space to turn around so you're facing him. “Tell me what's bothering you.”

“Sometimes I feel like I'm the other woman.” Avoiding his eyes, you look at his chest, sadness spreading through your heart. “Like she's the wife and I'm the lover.” You never intended on being a homewrecker, but even though you and Rick only started dating months after him and Lori broke apart, she still manages to make you feel this way.

“But you're not. Look at me.” With his index finger on your chin, he moves your head up until your eyes meet his. “I divorced Lori. If the world still played by the old rules, I'd have the papers to prove it.”

“I know, it's just that...” Tilting your head at the bridge, you stare at him as his eyes move there. And by the looks of it, she's still there.

“You're my wife. You.” As his eyes fall on you again, Rick takes your hand, placing it over his heart. “And the love I have for you haven't changed at all. Well, it only gets stronger, and sometimes, in the morning when I wake up and see you there, on my chest, I feel like my heart could explode.” It makes you giggle, a heat spreading through your cheeks. “It's me and you, remember? This is between me and you, and nobody else has a say in it so it doesn't matter if she was staring or not.”

“I love you so much.” Smiling, you place kisses all over his face, pushing him to lay on his back as you move to lie on top of him. “You know what, I should bite you.” You decide to push all those thoughts away because this is your anniversary after all. Well, it's probably after midnight, but the night is yours and you intend to enjoy it.

“Oh, I'm terrified.” Chuckling, he quickly moves, a strong hand holding your hip as he switches positions, lying now above you. “How are you planning to do that?”

“Are you challenging me?” Raising an eyebrow, you wrap your legs around his waist, since it's pretty much the only way you can cage him in this position.

“Maybe.”

“Alright then. I'll–” You suddenly feel eyes on you, and when you look at the bridge to check, there she is, still staring. “...We could maybe look for some curtains and put them here so–”

“Or we could do that.” Rick pulls the blankets over both of you, and soon enough you're surrounded by darkness. “Now, where were we?”

“I was about to bite you.”

“Good.”

•••

It takes quite a while for you and Rick to finally get to your feet, get dressed, and head out. You didn't want to leave though, and an agreement was made. At least once a week you'll clean up the tower and use it to spend the night. You'll make sure it won't be on either yours of his watch, so it won't mess up with anyone else's life. And you're very happy about it. Even more, because he'll use some dark piece of fabric you have here to cover up the windows.

Hand in hand, you walk through the patio, giggling like two kids.

“I need a shower.” You tell him as you get into the prison, walking backwards, pulling him to the bathrooms. “Join me?”

“Starting the day with multiple good ideas.” He mutters, ending the distance between you in a sudden motion, an arm encircling your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

“You seem to be quite happy today.” Carol's voice reaches your ears and pull away.

“Morning, Carol.” You say with a bright smile, blushing slightly. “We'll take a shower and start the day.” As you speak, you start pulling Rick again, ignoring her smirk.

Soon enough you hit the showers after stopping by your cell to get something clean to wear. As you get rid of your clothes, Rick makes sure the door is locked before joining you under the water.

“Damn, it's cold!” You exclaim, bracing yourself.

“I'll warm you up.” When you feel his hands on your waist, you turn around, tiptoeing and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Better hurry up because I'm freezing.” Whispering, you connect your lips to his, and it takes no time for the cold water to stop bothering you.

“Give me a little jump.” He mutters and you do as he says, moving up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Rick firmly holds your thighs, and you use his shoulders to steady yourself. “Still cold?”

“You have no–”

Loud bangs on the door cut you short, startling you a little. They go on for long seconds until they finally stop.

“You can't monopolize the showers. There are more people here who want to use it.” It's Lori. A very angry Lori, once again making sure she'll get on your way.

Taking a deep breath, you exchange a glance with Rick. “We'll be out in a minute.” He says.

“You can't–”

“Who's in there?” Another voice says and you whine, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Rick,” Lori answers, and after the other person makes a funny sound, you hear footsteps walking away.

“Rick, man. Daryl and I were talking and you know those books I found? I read them and I think I could maybe install those solar panels.” Glenn's voice sounds muffled by the door, and you raise your head to look at Rick, eyes rolling.

“Glenn, can we talk about this in a minute?” Rick snaps back.

“I just thought it would be urgent news. I mean–”

“Hi, Glenn. What about you and my husband discuss this awesome news when we're done here.” Deciding to make your presence known despite knowing Glenn will use this against you later, you raise your voice. “I'm super excited about electricity but I'm kinda in the middle of something.”

“Oh... oh! My bad, Uhm... I'll go now.” He stutters, clearly embarrassed. But not as much as you.

“The good part is that we'll laugh about it in a few days.” You tell Rick, biting your lip. “But right now it's just awkward.”

“You know he'll pick on both of us, right?”

“Yeah, but let's worry about it later.”

•••

A minute easily became ten. At least that's what you think since you weren't really paying attention to time. But eventually, you're out, Rick going straight to see what Glenn wants as you join Carol, heading to the storage.

The day goes by pretty well until Carol has to leave the storage and you're left alone. But that's not the problem. You're humming to yourself a soft, happy song, writing down the new stuff Glenn brought when you hear someone behind you. By the way they just stand there, not saying anything, you know exactly who it is. And that's why you don't even turn around, focused on your task.

“You gave quite a show yesterday.” She starts and you sigh.

It's been a year. Well, a year and eight months if you count the time you started dating Rick. And after all this time things have only gotten worse. Lori is not letting go, and that's obvious. “I wasn't trying to give a show, I was celebrating a special day with my husband.” You don't even bother to look at her.

“What he did to you in one night, he never did to me in all our years together.”

“Really?” You breathe out, running a hand through your hair.

“He was never that intense. What do you have that I don't, (Y/N)? I'm the mother of his children. You're just young and cute.” She loves doing that, bringing up the age thing as if it meant anything to you or Rick.

“Correction.” Putting the pen down, you stand up from the table and finally turns to look at her. “You're the mother of his son. Judith is Shane's daughter. Or do I have to remember you got pregnant four months after Rick and I were dating? While you and Shane were hooking up.” You try not to argue with her, but sometimes you just can't help it. “Then Shane went mad and got himself killed so Rick, because he's so noble and kind, decided to be Judith's father figure.” Crossing your arms, you lean against the table.

“Is that what you have in mind to convince yourself you didn't steal my husband?”

“I didn't steal your husband, Lori.”

“Yes, you did. If it wasn't for you batting your eyelashes with this innocent act you know–” Lori steps closer, a finger pointed at your face. “–you know it lures men in, I would have a chance to fix my marriage, but no. You were there, stealing glances, asking Rick for gun lessons, talking to him, smiling and flirting.”

“I never–”

“Then I get the full view of what you do, you little slut. I got to see exactly what you did to hook him up.” She's yelling now, at the top of her lungs.

“What you saw was an intimate moment between husband and wife.” Snapping back, you raise your voice, but not like hers, just enough to make your point. “You stood there and watched it because you wanted to. But don't worry, Rick is putting some curtains so it won't be a problem anymore.” Then you walk away, meeting up with Carol by the door. She's pissed, maybe just as much as you.

“You're a whore, that's what you are!” As you walk away from the storage with Carol, you hear Lori's voice echoing.

“Now I'm a whore for sleeping with my husband.” You mutter.

“Don't even bother. People are starting to give up on Lori. I already did.”

“Yeah... I don't know why I even try.”

“(Y/N),” Rick calls and you turn to look at him. He's with Daryl, both carrying bags. “I heard Lori yelling. Is everything alright?”

“I am, babe. Are you going on a run?” Walking over him, you mutter a 'hello' to Daryl. There weren't any runs schedule for him, not in the next few days.

“Yes. Glenn is confident he can set up solar panels so Daryl and I will go and take it. Remember when I told you I found some? But didn't bring it since there was no way we could install them.” As he speaks, a hand comes to caress your cheek. “Sorry, but it's urgent. We just decided to go.”

“Don't worry. Just be safe and come back to me on one piece.” Tiptoeing, you kiss him, slow and passionately, despite the small audience. “Take care of him, D, please.”

“I will.” He assures you.

Ten minutes later you're at the gates, watching as the car disappears among the trees, a hand in your heart as the usual feeling washes over you. Every time Rick leaves, you can't help but feel a anxious. But he knows what he's doing, and so does Daryl. They'll be alright.

Without Rick, you're always cold. And as the nights get colder, it only gets worse. But during the day, you keep yourself busy between the storage and anything else there's needed. Glenn, as you expected, keeps teasing you since the showers incident, but with him, you can't help but either blush or laugh. He's very secure about the solar panels thing, and on this cold morning, as you sit on the table at the North side of the patio, he tries to explain to you how it'll work. You don't really understand it, but it's good to see him so excited.

“So this means that–”

“(Y/N).” Maggie's voice comes from the radio attached to your belt. “We have company. A man and a woman are coming our way.”

“Let's go.” You tell Glenn, and he's quick to gets to his feet and accompany you to the gates. The whole group joins you, guns in hand.

“Everybody full alert. Anything weird you notice, you know the code.” With your glock in hand, you aim and the couple as they approach the gates.

“Aren't you the first lady?” Lori says, from somewhere behind you. “Deal with it by yourself.”

“We're family. We do things together.” Hershel answers, and you smile to yourself, right after putting on a serious face.

“Hands up.” You command, and the couple quickly do as they're said. “We have the upper hand so we'll make a few questions. Is that clear?” You use the same words Rick does since he was the one to teach you how to deal with these situations. He wants you to be prepared for everything. And as much as people may look harmless, you should never trust them one hundred percent. Not in this world.

@bl3333h @mychemicalimagines

#rick grimes #oneshot rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #imagine rick grimes #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #imagine the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #rick the walking dead

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shyanshippingsociety · 3 years

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Shyan Shipping Society Fic Promo - May 14 to May 21 2021

Last Week

Hello, everybody! Mod Pop here with this weeks gathering of joozy fic created by the talented hands of our members. It’s a fantastic mix of AU’s and canon this time around, all of them an amazing read. So lets buckle up and get into it!

May 14

Trippingly On The Tongue by scallywap | E, 5k, Complete.

Brian Cramblish is an unknown actor hoping for his big break. When he auditions for the part of 'Ryan Bergara' in the new web series 'Unsolved', he meets former sitcom star Brad Pistachio, whose sole purpose in life is to annoy him. Despite this, Brian finds himself unwittingly attracted to the man who has his future in the palm of his hands.

"Brian, are you touching yourself right now?"

"...No."

"My dear, you're a better actor than that."

May 15

Disturbia by insufferableideefixe | E, 3k, Complete.

"I always knew being afraid excited you, but I had no idea that excitement would be so... physical."

My Little King by dippingmytoesindreams | E, 5k, Complete.

Something lives in the Old Forest

May 16

Crackling Embers by dippingmytoesindreams | G, 1.4k, Complete.

Ryan yawns. “She liked the berries.”

“She did like the berries.” Shane agrees. “But we like you more.”

May 17

A Horror of Constraint by RedLlamas | E, 1.5k, Incomplete

Ryan thinks, "oh I'll jack off during class, it'll be a fun challenge, what could possibly go wrong?"

Well, Mr. Madej has eyes, that's what could possibly go wrong.

4.26.86 by szandor | M, 16k, Incomplete

A crossover between a classic Enemies to Friends to Lovers trope, and the HBO TV Series Chernobyl.

It's April of 1986 in the USSR. Bureaucrat Shane Madej and Professor Ryan Bergara have a chance meeting at a table to discuss the 'Chernobyl Incident.' Ryan Bergara believes there was more to said incident than a simple water tank explosion. Shane disagrees. The two are sent against their own will to the Chernobyl site just outside of Pripyat where they discover a much more dire situation than anticipated.

If You Like Pina Coladas and Getting Caught by insufferableideefixe | E, 1.9k, Complete

The boys are on a relaxing vacation in Hawaii and had a blast trying surfing for the first time. Ryan has an idea for yet another fun first they could try.

Tracing His Way Through The Constellations by popkin16 | T, 2.8k, Complete

“You’re staring,” Shane pointed out, humor lightening the words. “I know this mug of mine is funny, but you’ve been looking at it for years, now. It can’t be that much of a surprise.”

“You have freckles,” Ryan said idly.

“Have for years, thanks,” Shane replied dryly.

May 18

Get Some Grip by zhalia | E, 3k, Incomplete

don't you just hate it when you get stuck in a meeting and your needy-rival-with-benefits starts sexting you?

like, there's so many people around you, seeing you blush and squirm in your seat, watching how your fingers type at lightspeed to keep up with your thoughts. then there's people around, asking you questions you have to answer, or comments you have to remember.

but all you can think of is how badly you wanna go to his home and fuck the words from his throat...

or, Shane is stuck in debrief after losing the Catalunya grand prix due to bad strategy choices. Ryan needs attention.

New Beginning by waywardmillenial | G, 904 words, Complete

Based on the tumblr prompt: “hey thanks for literally saving my life by pushing me out of the way of that car, but now you’re yelling at me bc i was reading and walking and you said i’m too cute to die” au.

A meet-cute scenario for the boys.

May 21

I See A Lighthouse In The Distance, Calling My Name by zhalia | E, 5k, Complete

They’re in the attic of the lighthouse, investigating in the dark. They’re about to walk over to the cold balcony so Ryan can talk about the woman that fell/got pushed/jumped from the railing when the door to back down to the stairs and inside the lighthouse falls shut, and they're locked up.

Ryan's an investigator for Ghost Adventures, and their new season takes them to a haunted lighthouse. Shane, owner of the lighthouse, guides them through, enjoying himself whenever Ryan shrieks.

it's all fun and games, until they're locked in.

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rrickgrrimes8 · 3 years

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Normality is Death

Chapter Two ~ My Current Existence

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My eyes darted across the room as I woke, rather abruptly, in a cold searing sweat. The whole room was matted in darkness and the lantern I had lit the night before had not soon gone out. I sighed hopelessly and pushed myself out of bed sliding my combat boots on as I did. I looked outside to see the break of dawn just highlighting the horizon - it's early then I concluded. I stretched and yawned as I left my room locking the door right after - just to be safe.

A lot has happened since Mom, Shane and Carl left me in the forest that day, too much has happened really. It's been around 3 months since I last saw my family and although I'd like to stay hopeful, I can't shake the feeling that they're dead or hurt in some way. But regardless I need to forget them. They left me. End off - period. My family abandoned me and I have to live knowing that and they have to live knowing that they played a hand in what they think was my death. I know it sounds cold, brutal even but I tried, I really did. I looked for them everywhere. I did everything a 14-year-old girl could possibly do in a world like this and I almost died countless times trying. So I gave up. I gave up not only to protect myself but because I realised that they probably wouldn't be looking for me. Hell, they think I'm dead right?

Since everything happened in Atlanta the government had been completely radio silent. Lots of people think it's because there's no one left to send a signal. I, however, believe that that's extremely morbid and I guess I'm still holding out hope that someone will swoop in and save us all. It sounds very fairy tale I get that. It's just I'm a 14-year-old girl and I'm so sick of this world already. To the point where I couldn't even think about living any longer in a world like this.

Sometime during the second month of what people like to call the turning, I met some people. They took me in gave me food, a shelter, some water. Basically, they gave me essential shit I was definitely lacking. Something they also did was train me. I'm not the best, but I do have pretty basic training in hand to hand combat, the basic workings of a gun (thanks to my father mostly) and I'm pretty good with melee weapons. They protected me is what I'm saying. They are my new family - a better family I could ever ask for.

Our camp consists of 2 houses, housing 4 or 5 people in each. Mitchell, our leader, oversees any newcomers and basically keeps law and order around here. I met them after getting trapped in Atlanta and getting cornered by a dozen or so biters. Mitchell and a few others came in and massacred all of the living dead and took me in.

"Yoohoo! Jacey get your ass up it's your turn to hunt!" my friend, Addie, shouted rudely to me as I walked down the stairs.

"Jeez Addie, I'm coming don't get ya panties in a twist," I teased nudging her shoulder once I got close enough. She had her usual skinny jeans and a grey tank top on but her hair was styled in a pair of small buns rather than her usually high pony.

At my reply, her eyebrows furrowed and her usually bright and beautiful eyes closed before sighing. "Do not jeez me, woman, you've got shit to do you're slacking!" she exclaimed practically pushing me out the door and into the burning sun. I promptly lifted my hands to cover my eyes from the brightness.

"Oh my lord, I know it's your thing to be this emo vampire goth girl who only stays in her room away from people, civilization and oh how could I forget the sun. but this is ridiculous it ain't even bright out." Addie joked forcing my arm down making me embrace the scorching heat.

"You call this civilization? If so you've got a warped definition" I said picking up a knife and gun from the armoury.

"Just go before I get even more sick of you, Jace," Addie laughed as I rolled my eyes, gave her the finger and strutted away sassily. "And you be careful kid Mitchell went out yesterday and there were more biters then usual. He thinks a herd might pass through so don't use your gun and you know don't die?" She said almost seriously which was incredibly out of style for her but nevertheless, I smiled and walked off into the woods.

She was right about the number of biters. After only being out an hour I've seen 16 in our woods alone and I haven't even ventured out in the city yet, which is notoriously worse but I only really have to go to Atlanta if we're desperate. I had only picked up 2 squirrels so far I guessed that the movement of the herd could be driving some of the bigger animals away, which sucks because once I tell Mitchell he's just gonna want me to go into Atlanta to gather supplies. I mentally groaned and sat down against some tree, wishing things were different.

"Looky what we have here gentlemen." A husky voice called out from the shadows. I instantly stood up and gathered my findings and unsheathed my machete.

"What the hell do you want?" I stood my ground as I saw a group of maybe 5 guys come closer.

"Ooh she's sassy," the guy who looked to be the leader teased, "always liked a girl with a little spunk in her as long as she learns to shut up when daddy needs some pleasing." I could've thrown up right then and there if not for the guard I needed to keep up.

"You're fucking disgusting," I stated unforgivingly, earning some laughs from the group.

"You really are quite confident aren't ya?" I stayed quiet as he stepped forward, "I can always give you a lesson or two about respect and I mean clothing's optional."

"How about you shut the fuck up before you really piss me off," I said calmly still showing my anger.

The man in front of me however got furious over my words and brought his hand down to my cheek. I fell to the ground at the impact, "I told you to learn some fucking respect little girl."

"And I said to shut the fuck up you creepy bastard," I got my machete out and cut into the guy's leg not giving any warning before punching him in the face, sending him towards the ground, "But you know speaking about respect. How about you learn some fucking respect for me or you know all of my gender?" I more ordered then questioned while striking the guy in the face again. "And next time, asshole, watch your tone when you speak to a woman," I smiled sweetly at him before marching off into the opposite direction.

"Oh and if I see anyone of you anywhere around here, I'll chop each and every single one of your dicks off."

I arrived back home later that night after hunting another squirrel and a rabbit on top of my earlier findings.

"So whatcha get for us tonight babydoll?" Mitchell said after seeing me walk up. Mitchell was a 25-year-old now-former English teacher who somehow became our leader. He wasn't extraordinarily brave nor was he an elite strategist but he was a good mentor, who had people that trust him - those people including me.

"Just some squirrel and a rabbit nothin' special." Mitchell nodded as I started to walk away, "Any trouble?"

I span around to him before saying, "always." Mitchell gave me an unimpressed look before taking my hunt and walking away.

"Why am I not surprised?" he laughs while passing most of our group towards the fire. "Anything serious?" I shook my head before sitting on the rough log placed next to the heat.

"Jus' some jackasses who thought they could take me. Guess I taught them a lesson in respect." Once again Mitchell laughed and sat next to me.

"I know I don't need to tell you this every time you go out but you've got to be careful, okay? Your safety is my top priority and I know you hate to hear it but you're only a kid. And kids can get hurt pretty easily especially in this sort of life and I'd hate to see that happen to you." Mitchell wrapped his arm around me in a brotherly sort of way as I nodded. I understand he just wanted to help regardless of how much I hate to be called a kid.

"I'm smart Mitchy. I'm not just some dumb kid. Plus haven't you heard I'm kind of undefeatable. Nothin can kill me," I boasted standing up and heading away from the majority of our group and back to my room. Before I left I saw Mitchell smiling then going off to talk to someone else.

I entered my room lighting a candle straight away and then dropping my bag. As soon as I entered all I could smell was the stenched of sweat and gore. I honestly don't think I've ever gone this long without a shower and I miss it so goddamn much. I miss so many things. I miss deodorant, a warm bed, fast food, soda and not to mention my mom's famous spaghetti bolognese. Just because I wasn't a fan of the woman does not mean I cannot love the food because damn she could cook. The only thing she couldn’t master, however, was pancakes but that didn’t stop her from trying. I smiled slightly reminiscing of the family meals we would have whenever we got the chance. We would all sit around the table talking, eating and just enjoying being around each other. But now they're gone so that's not going to happen anytime soon for me.

"What are you doing, Grimes?" Addie asked pulling me out of my trance.

"Nothin'," I spoke shortly before lying down onto my bed.

"Don't seem like nothing. Talk to me, love." She walked over and sat next to me taking her hand into mine.

"M' okay," I reassured her before closing my eyes. I felt Addie shift closer to me still holding my hand causing me to smile.

Addie was the only other teenager in this group so we bonded pretty quickly despite her being 2 years older, "You don't have to be okay, Jacey." I couldn't help but shudder at her words - the same words I heard from Shane the day it happened.

"Don't say that, please." I hadn't even realised the quiver in my voice before Addie sat up, bringing me with her.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you," The brunette girl said to me.

"It's not you i-it's jus'-" I couldn't finish my sentence before I started to sob. Memories of that night haunted me. I lost so much and so did everyone else but I couldn't understand how they were so okay with it. I lost my home, my dad, my family and my childhood all in one night. And I'm so sick of trying to be okay with that. "I just miss them so much." I finished while getting devoured by Addie's arms. I could hear her softly singing in my ear in order to calm me down and it soon did. I relaxed into her arms after a few minutes but neither of us made any indication that we were going to depart.

"Who did you lose?" She asked gently.

"Everyone," I could feel myself beginning to cry again but I pushed it away - I couldn't be weak any longer.

"I'm sorry, Jacey. I hate seeing you like this. I wish I could take your pain away."

I hummed shakily before looking up into her brown eyes, "Then do it." With that, she leaned in. Slowly I started to prepare myself to meet her lips but it never came.

She pulled away from me and stood up, "We can't do this."

I sat up as well but remained seated on the bed, "Why?" She gave me no answer and just looked out of the window. "Addie, please, just tell me why not? For christ sakes, the world has ended. We've got nothing else to lose."

"It's wrong," She said simply yet with so much emotion and left the room.

I felt the tears begin to return and I just let them fall.

"It's wrong."

That's all it took to break me - 2 words.

"She's right."

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baseballbitch116 · 4 years

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At All Costs

Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader

Setting: Takes place right before season one in an AU where he is married with a family and the apocalypse starts happening

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Offensive language, violence & death

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The last two months had been very difficult for your family. Over the last handful of months, you and your husband - Shane - had been having issues. Two weeks ago his best friend, Rick, was shot on duty. He has been in a coma since the incident and while he may not admit it, you knew that his friend’s condition was taking a toll on him. They were like brothers, and Rick’s family was like an addition to your own - it was difficult for all of you.

Because of what happened, Shane had been helping out Rick’s wife, Lori, whenever needed. Typically it was just picking Carl up from school or taking shifts at the hospital - but it meant that he was out of the house even more than normal. It had almost begun to feel like he was trying to avoid you... You knew that things were off - you had been fighting more over the last few months than you had in your entire six-year marriage.

Something felt off today, but you couldn’t place it. Call it mothers intuition, but you felt like something was wrong. You called the hospital to check on Rick, whose condition had not changed. You checked the news, which offered little information. The kids were fine, you texted Shane to ask how his day was going and he responded normally. You couldn’t figure out what was bothering you so much.

That night, you went to bed a little earlier. You had the kids ready by eight and got yourself in bed a half-hour later, exhausted from the day's events. You went food shopping, took the kids to school, went to the bank, took Annie(your five-year-old) to dance class, got the boys’ hair cut, bathed all the kids, and made dinner. You set aside a plate for Shane as always, annoyed that he missed dinner once again. He was done work by six, but he went over to the hospital after work. It wasn’t like you didn’t care about Rick - you did. But you needed your husband lately.

You couldn’t fall asleep until you knew that Shane was home, the strange feeling in your gut not allowing your mind to be quiet. You heard the door close downstairs and knew that he was finally home. You moved your head to look at the clock on your bedside table, the green numbers reading 9:01.

You laid in bed, restlessly reading a book that you were not very interested in, awaiting him to come up. Ten minutes passed and you wondered if he wouldn’t bother checking up on you but eventually, the door cracked open and he appeared, peeking in. “Hey,” He greets quietly, closing the door behind himself quietly. You don’t respond, watching as he strips his uniform off and places his handgun in the safe. Shane throws a pair of sweats on and sits down on his side of the bed, a large sigh escaping his lips. “Tired?” You ask, your eyes trailing down his shirtless back that is facing you.

He nods his head and raises a hand to massage the back of his neck. You can see how exhausted he is, and it makes you feel sad. You miss the days when he came home from work, no matter how tired he was, he would smile and kiss you when he walked in the door. You push the blanket off of your legs, setting the book aside and moving across the bed to sit beside him. You look at him in the mirror momentarily before placing your hands on his muscular shoulders, beginning to massage them.

You feel his muscles relax under your fingers, his warm skin transferring heat onto your own body. Shane lets his head fall back slightly and you see him close his eyes in the mirror. “How is she?” You mutter as you work his shoulders, studying his expression in the mirror as you ask. You trusted your husband, you didn’t think that he would cheat on you - but you knew that Lori had her tendencies. Sometimes she didn’t know her boundaries and could be a little too friendly with your husband, something that strained your relationship with her over the years. It was a contributing factor to why you and Shane had been arguing more lately - seeing as he has been with her almost every night lately.

His expression doesn’t change at your question, making you believe him when he responds by telling you about how tonight’s trip to the hospital went and what he did at their house. You nod as you listen, trailing your hands down his back, trying to relax all of his muscles.

You finish massaging him and scoot back to your spot in bed, tucking yourself under the blankets. “There’s a plate for you.” You inform him, referring to dinner. Shane nods and stands from the bed, not bothering to throw on a shirt as he makes his way to lean over beside you, giving you a quick kiss.

“You’re the best.” He mutters before giving you a kiss on your forehead too, then exiting your shared room.

The next morning you awoke fairly early, something startling you out of your sleep. You heard some commotion outside but ignored it, checking the time. 8:34. You threw an arm out to your side to feel if Shane had gone to work yet, disappointed to feel empty sheets below your hand. You heard some loud beeping outside and muffled speaking from somewhere on the street, but you decided to ignore it again, too tired. You had slept almost eleven hours, why were you so exhausted?

You grabbed your cell phone from the bedside table to check if you had any messages, but you were shocked to see that you had no service. You sat up in bed and started scrolling through your settings, trying to figure out why your phone had been shut off, but everything was normal. Had you forgotten to pay the bill? You got up out of bed and went to the bathroom, freshening up in record time before heading back to your room to get dressed.

“Mom?” Your son’s voice startles you. Sam is standing in your doorway looking at you with sleepy eyes.

“Good morning buddy.” You greet him as you finish buckling your belt. You hear a weird bang somewhere outside, your eyes shooting to the window that is blocked by your dark curtains. What was going on today?

“What’s the noises?” Sam asks, wiping one of his eyes as he leans his small body against the doorframe. You open your mouth to answer his question but are immediately interrupted by an explosion outside. The windows shake and your ears ring as the loud sound that erupted, your heart leaping out of your chest from the scare. Sam runs over to you and starts sniffling, holding back tears from the sudden startle. You carefully approach the window, moving the curtain aside slightly to peek outside - bewildered by what you see. There is a car on fire on the sidewalk across the street, people running through the streets and cars driving recklessly down the road. There are people chasing after cars and some of them look injured as they chase other people.

“What the fuck?” You mutter as you try to wrap your head around what you are seeing. “What’s happening?” Sam stammers below you, his head pressed against your arm. You start to answer him until you spot a woman being chased by two people. She falls onto the ground and the people jump on top of her. You watch in horror, unable to tell exactly what they are doing. They aren’t hitting her like you would expect, but it looked as though they were biting and scratching her. You have to call 911!

Flustered and scared, you panic as you try to figure out what to do. You have to try to house-phone to call Shane and the police. Should you wake the kids? Should you hide? “Go into Annie’s room and do not look out the window.” You tell Sam, giving him a nudge toward his younger sister’s room as you start toward your closet. You enter the password into the safe and hesitantly grab Shane’s house gun. It’s a Glock 22 handgun, nothing too crazy. Despite your husband being an officer, you were very uncomfortable around guns. He had shown you how to use it twice before, one of those times including some target practice - but it did not make you a pro by any standards.

You close the safe and hold the gun with both hands by your hips, remembering to check the safety and insert the clip that you took out with it. You keep your finger off of the trigger and start heading down the stairs, checking your corners hastily as you make your way to the house phone. You place the gun on the kitchen counter and hold the phone up to your ear to check for the buzzing sound. You hear nothing - and panic sets in. People were outside acting insane and the phones are out... What the hell is going on?

You stand there for a moment debating what your next action needs to be. What do you do? Your breathing becomes uneven as you wonder what Shane would do. Slowly and carefully, you approach the kitchen window and glance out. There are still people running around, some holding suitcases and bags, some without any belongings. You see people on the other side of the street fighting over the driver door of a car as other people run toward them. You take notice of the electrical pole down on the sidewalk a few houses down, explaining why you had no cell service. Your car is in the driveway but Shane’s patrol car is not, as expected.

You head over to the TV to check the news, but quickly realize that the power is out. You struggle to keep your composure, determined not to have a panic attack right now. You grab the gun off of the counter and head back upstairs, hastily opening one of Shane’s drawers and grabbing the holster for the handgun, which you tuck it inside of and slip into your belt on your back - not wanting your kids to see it.

You head to the boys’ shared room and open the door, making your way to the window and throwing the curtains shut hastily, double-checking that the window is locked. “Liam, get up. Now.” You demand, throwing the blanket off of your sleeping eleven-year-old son.

He jumps up when you throw the blanket off, startled by your actions. You’ve never been the type to wake your kids up rudely unless it was very late in the morning, so he could see that something was off. “What’s wrong?” He asks as he tosses his legs off the side of the bed, stretching in his spot.

“Get dressed, now. Something’s happening I need you to listen to me right now.” You explain, trying not to scare him but making sure your urgency is obvious. You have no idea what is going on or what you need to do. Surely Shane must know what is happening. Even if some of the cell phones were out, someone had to have called this in. It was only a matter of time before the police showed up...

You leave the room momentarily as Liam gets up and starts pulling out clothes to change into. You go into Annie’s bedroom, spotting Sam and her sitting in her bed together. “Mommy what’s wrong?” Sam asks again. He is sitting beside his sister with his knees up to his chest, clearly frightened.

“I don’t know guys. We need to get dressed, okay? Don’t get scared, I’m going to figure out what’s happening.” You assure them, reaching your hand out to take his hand, helping him off of the bed. “Go get dressed with your brother, Sam. Something warm. Jeans and a shirt, okay? Do not go near the window. Come back when you’re done.” You instruct him. He nods and scurries off to his room to do as he’s told while you lift Annie off of her bed and start grabbing clothes from her drawers to change her into.

You make quick work of getting your five-year-old daughter’s pajamas off, tossing them carelessly on the floor as you get her changed. “Mommy where are we going?” She asks as you pull socks onto her feet.

“Nowhere yet, baby. We’re just getting ready.” You explain to her, standing up when you finish and carefully peaking out the window again. There are fewer people on the streets, the flames on the car burning high, creating a large cloud of black smoke over it. You see a few people laying in the street and on sidewalks, not moving... There’s no way... There is no way that they are dead. What the hell?!

The boys both walk into the room and you scurry away from the window, closing the door behind them. “Just sit down.” You say, taking a deep breath to try to slow your heart rate. Is Shane okay? Does he know what’s happening? What if those people really are dead? What happened to them?

A million questions race through your head but the sound of gunshots snaps you out of your thoughts. The kids yelp and duck onto the floor and bed at the startling sounds, Annie beginning to cry. You stare at the window, scooting across the wall to peek through the curtains to see what was happening. You spot more people laying on the ground, unmistakable blood surrounding them as someone runs away from them. You feel sick to your stomach as you move away from the window, lifting Annie from her bed and placing her on the floor.

“Get under the bed, now.” You demand, blinking the tears out of your eyes as you help the kids get under the bed. You pull down a blanket to hang off the side and cover them, grabbing Annie’s stuffed bear from her bed and handing it to her. She continues whimpering and Liam hugs her, trying to soothe her. You duck down to look at them and give them a small smile.

“Hey hey, it’s fine. Shhh. Baby, it’s okay. Mommy’s gonna figure this out, don’t worry. Pretend we’re playing a game, okay. It’s like hide and seek. We’re just playing a little hide and seek for now, okay?” You reassure her, reaching your hand under to squeeze her smaller one, brushing a tear off of her cheek.

“Where’s Daddy?” Sam asks. All three sets of eyes stare at you for answers and you feel yourself becoming consistently more overwhelmed.

“He’s at work, hun. Don’t worry okay, this will be over soon.” You say. You hear a car door outside slam and then a bang at your door, causing you to jump up from where you were crouching. Was someone trying to get in? You glance under the bed quickly and whisper: “Don’t make a sound. Promise me. Do not make a sound.” You demand before pulling the blanket down a little further and quietly standing up, removing the gun from its holster in the back of your jeans. You step carefully toward the door, clicking the lock that you had originally wanted to remove from the door when you first moved in - now grateful for it.

There is definitely someone in the house now, but you don’t hear any voices. It isn’t Shane... He would’ve announced himself...? You hear the unmistakable sound of someone coming up the stairs and hold your breath, the gun in your hands shaking slightly from your nerves. “Y/N?” Your eyes go wide when you hear a male voice call out your name quietly from out in the hallway. Should you answer? What if it’s not Shane?

“Y/N!” It calls out a little louder, and you recognize the voice, a wave of relief flooding over you. You unlock the door and slowly open it, aiming the gun in front of you as you turn the corner and step out. You are met with a gun aimed at you as well - a choked gasp escaping your lips as you lower your gun at the sight of Shane standing there. He lowers his gun and runs over to you, pulling you into his arms. “Where are they?” He asks as he pulls you back into the room, closing the door behind you.

“Daddy?” Annie calls out from under the bed, peeking her head out. You almost yell at her for not listening to you but decide not to as she crawls out and throws herself into his arms. They have never been in this situation - your kids must be scared to death. The boys crawl out from under the bed and hug their father too, small sobs escaping from all of them.

“We need to go. Right now. Start packing up.” Shane informs you as you place the gun back into its holster.

“Shane what is happening? Did you see that out there?” You question, demanding answers.

“Babe I will explain but we need to get out of here first. People are killin each other out there... There’s something wrong with them I don’t know but we gotta go.” He says, putting Annie back down on the floor. “Go back under the bed and don’t come out until we say so.” He instructs your children. They stare at him with wide eyes but quickly do as their told. “Get anything important. Food, clothes, batteries, money. Quickly.” Shane demands, opening the door and aiming his gun as he checks the corner, heading over to your bedroom.

You force yourself to listen, following him to the room and grabbing one of the suitcases that he hands you. You go into the boys' room and start throwing a few shirts and pairs of pants into it, trying to quickly determine what you should pack. You grab socks and underwear for each of them and grab their pillows from each of their beds, tossing them out into the hallway. You do the same thing in Annie’s room as Shane packs up in your bedroom. You grab the essentials and mutter comforting words aloud as you do so, trying to keep them calm as you do what Shane said. Your suitcase is full quickly and you leave it in the hallway, going back to your room to grab the last one that you guys had.

You grab your spare money from the safe, only $200, and the pepper spray that you kept in your bedside table. You take notice of a blue bag that you don’t recognize on the floor beside Shane and realize that it is full of guns and ammo. “Where did that come from?” You gasp as you continue packing the suitcase.

“The station. I cleared out the locker. Everyone is going crazy. There’s people fuckin eating each other. I went by the hospital on my way to work and they... They were killing people... Shooting them in the hall...” You freeze in place and stare at him in shock.

“What...? Rick?”

“I locked up the door but I couldn't move him... All those machines... He wouldn’t... I couldn’t... It’s locked up.” He mutters aloud as he zips up the suitcase and throws the bag of guns over his shoulder. “Get food.” He says as he goes back into the hallway.

After about half an hour things outside have progressively gotten worse. You heard another explosion out there somewhere and a lot of screaming. You packed up as much as you thought you could fit in the car, trying to only grab essentials. Food, clothes, blankets, money, batteries, water... You had a pile of bags and suitcases in the living room downstairs - waiting for Shane to determine when to go. He had his walk talky and was trying to get a hold of people, but it wasn’t working. He through on the radio - they were talking about cannibals and chaos. Nothing was making sense. When Shane heard one reporter mention something about nuking Atlanta, that was when he snapped.

He slammed his hand down on the table and stood up frantically, shutting off the radio and taking your arm, pulling you upstairs. “We’re leaving.” He mutters as he guides you back to Annie’s room. You help the kids out from under the bed, Shane watching out the window as you do so. “Mommy who’s screaming?” Sam asks as you hand him his shoes, telling Liam to help Annie get into her sneakers.

“I don’t know sweetie. Try not to listen. Listen to me.” You tell him as you tie his shoes, glancing up at Shane perched at the window, gun in hand. You hate the kids witnessing this and almost want to tell him to put it away, but you know it’s probably better that he has it out. “How are we doing this?” You ask Shane as you stand up, taking Annie’s hand. He moves from the window and looks at you. He looks scared, but he is trying not to show it.

“Ima load up the car. C’mon.” He mutters, grabbing Sam’s hand and guiding you guys out of the room and down the stairs cautiously. He checks outside quickly before he starts grabbing as much as he can carry and rushes out to the driveway to load up the car. You follow close behind him and toss everything into the trunk, watching his back as he does so. You grab the keys from him and start the car, keeping an eye out for anyone coming near you guys. You see a crowd of people down toward the end of the street and you can actually feel the heat from the car across the street. Another gunshot rings from somewhere in the distance and Shane grabs you arm, dragging you back into the house to get the last of the stuff.

The trunk is nearly completely full when you finish and you are quick to guide the kids into the car. You are thankful that your car is fairly large, like a modern day minivan. You had to pull one of the foldable seats in the trunk down to have enough room for all of your stuff, but there was still one more spare seat back there that you were going to need. You didn’t have to ask Shane if you were going to go get Lori and Carl, you knew it and would demand it anyway. You put Annie in her carseat and tell Liam to buckle her up, slamming the door shut behind them as soon as they get inside.

“Get it!” Shane hollers as he takes aim at someone running toward you guys from down the street. You rush to the other side of the car and get into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut hastily and looking out for Shane. He hollers for the person to stop but they keep charging toward him. As they get closer you realize that they are bleeding and part of their neck was torn open...

“Shane!” You holler. You realize what is about to happen and turn in your seat quick. “Close your eyes!” You scream at your children, reaching back to shield Annie’s eyes just as the gunshot rings out from beside your car. Your heart drops in your chest as you watch the person keep running at Shane, despite just being shot in the chest. One more gunshot rings out and all three children starts crying as they hold their faces in their hands, Annie gripping onto your hand on her eyes for dear life.

The person finally falls to the ground after the second shot and Shane jumps into the car hastily, locking the doors and pulling out of the driveway as soon as he’s in. You continue holding Annie’s hand and try to calm them, ignoring your own emotions as they cry out. Shane speeds down the street, dodging people and cars all the while. You force yourself to keep your eyes on the kids, repeating that they don’t look. “Just look at me. We’re okay. It’s fine, just look at me.” You urge them as Shane drives. You hear his heavy breathing and try not to move too much as you are swayed in your seat due to your improper position.

You arrive at Lori’s house within a few minutes and hastily get out with Shane, leaving the car running. He keeps watch while you run up to her door, banging out it urgently. “Lori! It’s Y/N! Open up!” You holler, banging on the wooden door relentlessly. After a moment you hear it unlock and she appears, letting you inside. “We gotta go, now!” You exclaim. Shane had already got a hold of her thanks to Rick having the same communication radio in his own house. Thankfully she had been smart enough to turn it on, so he was able to tell her that you guys were coming.

She doesn’t speak as she grabs her bags with you and runs outside to stuff them into your trunk. You open the backdoor and help Liam out of his seat so that you can pull it back to make room for Lori and Carl. She slams the trunk shut and Shane hollers to hurry up as he spots more people heading in your direction. You rush Carl into the backseat, helping him climb in as best as you can. “C’mon!” Shane hollers loudly and you spot even more people on your side of the car heading in your direction. You aren’t going to have enough time. You pull the passenger door open and shove Liam inside just as Lori squeezes into the back with Carl, pulling the child into her lap and moving the seat back into place.

You jump into the car and slam the door shut with just seconds to spare before the people reach the car and throw themselves against it, growling and banging on it. Shane gets in on his side and starts pulling out just as even more reach his side and bang on it. You watch in horror as they try biting at the window, some of them bloody and injured. They’re acting like...Zombies...

Shane throws an arm over Liam as he drives, holding him in place as you reach up and pull his seat belt onto him. “Mommy!” Annie screams from beside you as Shane struggles to get out of the driveway with all of the people crowding around the car.

“Don’t look!” You holler as you finally manage to get it in, moving to shield Annie’s eyes and hold onto Sam’s hand.

“Come on!” Shane hollers before stepping on it, shooting the car backward and definitely running one or two of them over, the crunching sound making your stomach twist as much as the rapid movements of the car. Shane speeds down the streets, staying clear of the highway as he rushes to get you guys out of the city.

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| Next > (coming soon)

Wow guys, this was so fun to write! This is going to be a series about Shane keeping his family safe as the world starts to unravel around them. The next part will take place in the flashback scene of S2E5 Chupacabra. If you enjoyed this please like/reblog/comment so that I know I should continue writing it! I really hope you guys like this cuz I really enjoyed writing it!

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rogue-barnes-16 · 4 years

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THE PROTEGE (part XVII/?)

Summary: The reader is captured by Hydra in the middle of WWII, when she was a child. Whilst being put through experiments with the tesseract, she briefly crossed paths with Sergeant Barnes. Little did they know they would meet again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!Reader

Genre: angst (with some fluff)

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The protege: @shane-knight @dormousse @nicholasbich @mscoloneldanvers @spooky-scary-spiderling @lovenaturefirst @marydragneell @bubblycypress87 @eminem-owns-my-asshole @annielovebug22 @gucciofthenorth @thetimidsarcasticcat @k-n-e @existingovertherainbow @superhero2552 @goth-pigeon @daniellajocelyn @to-the-road @shirukitsune @n7siha @the-ayo-lit @v3nusc3 @calwitch @booboobella01 @extisi @michellebarista @ayannaboo1111

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Warnings: language and fighting (?)

A/N: slowly picking up the pace, I think I already have an ending and it's definitely not pretty lmao.

The protege masterlist

Due to the immense chaos that had been caused no one really stopped Natalia to ask her who the hell I was in our way to the place where she and her friends were heading before their unfortunate brief encounter with me.

"What happened?" The redhead inquired, stalking as fast as she could to reach a tall, blond haired woman.

"Power went off." The woman responded "probably was a pulse, not sure though." as we walked out of the control room, she gave me a double check with a confused glance.

"She's with me." Natalia clarified. "What about Barnes?"

"The boy's causing serious trouble down there." the man who I recognized as Tony Stark replied, jogging towards us and consecutively motioning the three to follow him.

"Tell me you brought a suit."

"Yes, I did." the billionaire replied. He was lying. "And it's a lovely Tom Ford three-piece two-button." Okay maybe he wasn't lying. "Who the fuck is this-"

His stop made the blond woman bump into him and consequently, made me and Natalia stop.

"You."

"What?" I questioned, appearing to him as confused as possible.

"You're the girl- she's the girl" he bumped the redhead's arm. "What's she doing here- What were you doing with her? What the fuck-"

"There's no time for this." I spoke, walking past the three people. Though before I could take the first step, the brunet gripped my forearm. "let go."

"Tony-"

"She's here to help him escape." he spoke, digging his eyes in my form. "She could've done this."

"Tony," Natalia put her hand on Stark's shoulder and gave him a gentle yet firm tug. "she's here to help. Let go of her."

"Listen to your friend or I'll break your arm."

"Yeah that sounds super friendly to me." his sarcasm sounded like poison to me. "What do you think Carter?"

"We really don't have time for this." The blond agent replied. "But after this you're coming with me." She added. "C'mon now."

Not even three minutes passed before we could hear the shots, hits and the screams.

"Okay Romanoff, with Carter, trouble girl with me." we moved fast in order to stay as covered as possible until we could easily get close enough to James without getting killed in the crossfire. "your name?" I shot him a glare. "what? Give me something girl."

"Y/n." I replied, getting my gloves out of my pockets to put them on at the same time as he turned his watch into a hand weapon.

"I hope you know that I have questions."

"Too bad you won't get answers." I responded staring at him with the ghost of a grin in my gaze.

"you worked with him?"

"You could say so, yeah." I lifted my chin, prompting the billionaire to look behind him. "You first, Ironman."

Stark's fight was good enough to keep up with The Asset's training for the time that it took me to get ready.

Stark was down, Carter entered the game.

I knew the Black Widow had the intention to follow her colleague's lead, but she took a peek at me first and gave me the cue to accompany her in the task.

Her knee went straight to his abdomen, pushing him back. She kept moving, well aware of the fact that the moment he caught her she was done.

I slid in their direction with my foot before me; Natalia twirled out of my way just in time for me not to break her leg.

The Asset fell back and I rolled a couple of feet away to be able to push myself up without getting knocked out by him.

The blonde, in an attempt to lend a hand, kicked Him in the back, just for his metal fist to grab her leg and violently slamming her against one of the tables.

Stark got up and stalked to the Soldier in order to get him off the poor girl, but Natalia —I supposed she had caught up on what I was about to do— threw herself over her friend.

"Y/n do it!" She shouted.

When my name was heard, the soldier turned around so fast, almost as if he remembered me.

Did he?

Not the time for that, I reminded myself planting my feet firm on the cold floor and getting both my hands up.

"мне жаль" I murmured an apology, hardly loud enough for him to hear.

With a groan, I brought my hands to my chest as the sphere formed between them, and in a split second, my arms shot the concentrated energy to the Soldier and threw him yards away from us.

To my luck, that was just where the stairs were.

"What the FUCK?" the billionaire yelled, looking at me in awe and fear at the same time. "What are you." in the meantime, The soldier had recovered from the impact and was currently moving upstairs.

I ignored his question, running upstairs, chasing after the soldier.

I lost him for a couple of seconds, which led to take the wrong turn.

The fact that I ended up in the same rooftop he was in, didn't make it any better; not only had he gotten a helicopter, but we now were accompanied by a very stressed out Steve Rogers, who, apparently, had no common sense. Before I could sprint to try to stop the soldier, Rogers grabbed the goddamn helicopter and tried —and shockingly seemed to succeed, somehow— to pull it back to the rooftop.

"Rogers!" I shouted his name when he started to look like he was about to get ripped in half. "Let go!"

The blond man, more confused than anything else, relaxed his muscles, but right when I was about to pull the helicopter back, the soldier lashed out against the captain.

My first instinct was to focus on the propeller and, using the energy, pull them towards me right before making a small energy rift appear just a couple steps before me.

Before the propellers could reach me, I threw myself on my knees and quickly slid into the rift, teleporting myself to Steve's side, who looked at me quite shocked.

"We need to get him out." I spoke attempting to make him react. "My name is Y/n, and I want to help James as much as you." That seemed to slap him out of the surrealistic moment he had just witnessed.

"Okay... Okay, help me open the-" he was cut midsentence when a metal arm crashed through the glass in front of us to choke the man besides me.

I was just getting my hands between the two men in an attempt to pull them apart when I felt the helicopter falling off.

I let go and jumped back to the rooftop, but they obviously didn't. "Fuck..." I muttered to myself, getting up to see the helicopter sinking in the water. "Okay..." I looked behind me to check the door didn't open while I took a couple of steps back, so I could be able to run up.

I literally took a leap of faith and prayed for me not to die in the fall.

Once in the water, considering that Steve had just managed to get an unconscious James out of the aircraft, it all went pretty smooth.

I only had to grab them both and throw them with me into one of my rifts.

I hadn't counted on the effort that would supposed to drag two people with me through a rift I had to create under the water, after a free fall.

When we crashed against the pavement in the shed I was planning on teleporting after all of this had happened, I felt myself dizzying very quickly.

I planted my hands firmly against the pavement as I tried to regulate my breathing. "Hey you okay?" Steve's voice sounded distant to me, even though he was right besides me. "Y/n? Are you alright?" I felt a pair of strong hands helping me incorporate and guiding me to sat with my back against the wall.

"I'm fine." I assured, this time with words. "I just- it was a lot and I didn't do that since... I don't know." I closed my eyes and opening them again when finally managed to control my breathing. "I just need a moment."

"Listen, I don't know who you are." Steve started, taking a look at James, who was still unconscious. The blonde had laid them against the opposite wall to us. "But you put your life on the line for us twice in a day." he sat in front of me with crossed legs. "I don't know how to thank you."

"Don't worry." I simply replied with a shake of my head. "we have to tie him to somewhere before he wakes up."

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"Did you call your friend already?" I inquired from the inside of the shed loud enough for Steve to hear while he got back inside."

"He's nearby but stopped to get us some clothes." he informed me, stopping in the gates from were he could check up on his friend.

"what happened back there?"

"Someone wanted really bad to have a talk with Bucky."

"Bucky." the nickname rolling out of my tongue felt as if I was naming an old friend that I had never really met.

"How do you call him?" The curiosity had to come out at some point, I thought.

"James."

"For... For how long have you known each other?"

Wow, the questions were going to be one hell of a headache.

"Uhm... For as long as I can remember." the answer was a vague one, yet somehow very accurate. "he... Kind of trained me."

"You're like him?" I denied and he nodded, and then we fell in another heavy silence. "I... I have to ask. Did he... Uh..."

"Remember you?" I finished while my brain buzzed trying to order my damaged memories. "I, myself, can't remember much but I think he mentioned you a couple of times."

I was lying, but it was a white lie- the whitest lie I would ever tell. His face lit up when I said it, and that somehow made a spark of happiness lighten my dark, cold heart.

"What you did back there- was it Hydra?"

"Yeah." I confirmed, staring at my gloves that now rested on an item belonging to the place we were in. "The tesseract. They experimented with it and... this came out."

Another heavy silence.

"Steve?" both our heads spun to the entrance, where a man was standing with a bag in his hand.

"Sam." Steve turned around to walk towards the third man, who also stepped in Steve's direction and consequently, in mine. "He's still unconscious, she's with us." He pointed at me. "Her name's Y/n."

Once the sun stopped hitting his backs, I was able to see the stranger's face, who was already looking at me with a frown.

"Wait, I know you." He stated stopping Steve by his arm. "She was at the helicarrier back in Washington."

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Zoey York Series Chapter 01 - Overprotected

Zoey Stella York glances up at the top of the school bus when a thud echoes throughout. She brushes a strand of bright blonde hair behind her ear and turns her emerald green eyes, hidden behind a pair of thick black rimmed glasses, back to the book in her lap. The chatter of the students around her doesn’t stop. Sitting in front of her were Pete Ross and Chloe Sullivan. Pete was an African-American boy with a bright smile and Chloe was a blonde haired reporter in charge of the school newspaper. While they were friends, Zoey didn’t consider them close friends. They were friends more with the son of her godparents, Jonathan and Martha Kent. As the bus nears Smallville High School, Zoey shoves the book she had been reading into her backpack. The bus comes to a stop and the students start to climb off of it. “So, anyone ask either of you to the dance,” Pete asks, walking down the bus stairs.

“Not yet,” Chloe replies. They glance at Zoey.

“No,” Zoey tells them. “And if they did, I would say no because I’m not interested in going. I’ll see you guys later.” She walks over to where her best friend, Mike Andrews, was sitting. He had jet black hair and olive skin with hazel eyes. “So, what are we doing instead of engaging of the tedious ritual of the homecoming dance?”

Mike winces. “The homecoming dance.” Zoey shoots him a disbelieving look. “My mom brought me a tux. She thinks we’re dating.” He grabs her hands and dramatically kneels on the ground. “Zoey, will you do me the honor of attending the homecoming dance with me?”

Zoey laughs. “Sure.”

Mike jumps up and tightly hugs her. “I so owe you for being my beard,” he quietly says.

Zoey shoots her best friend a soft smile. “One day, you’ll find a Prince Charming.” Mike glances over to where Clark was picking up his books. Lana Lang was helping him. Zoey rolls her eyes. “Dude, you can do so much better.”

Mike smirks. “What can I say? Tall, goofy, and plaid gets me all hard.” They laugh as they make their way into the school. He motions to where some of the football players were hanging out with their girlfriends. One of the football players, Shane Burke, eyes Zoey as they walk past. “I heard that Shane broke up with Barbie number three.”

“Let me guess: Barbie number three finally put out and then she got dumped.”

“You know it.”

Zoey loops her arm through Mike’s. “Maybe this will be the week when Shane finally leaves me alone,” she whispers.

“York!”

Mike winces. “Spoke too soon, Zoey.”

They turn to see Shane running towards them. “York,” Shane greets. He eyes Mike. “Get out of here.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “I’ll see you in class.”

Zoey shoots Mike a smile before turning to Shane. “What did you want?”

“You got my chem homework done,” Shane asks, pushing her against a locker. Zoey pulls out a chemistry textbook from her backpack. He grabs it from her grip. “Thanks. I’ll see you around, York.”

~*~

Zoey raises an eyebrow when the familiar red pick up truck pulls to a stop in front of the Smallville High that afternoon. She waves to Mike as he gets on his bus before heading over to the truck. “Is everything okay,” she asks.

Jonathan Kent motions for her to get in. “Clark was involved in an accident at Loeb Bridge,” he explains as she climbs in. Jonathan was a man in his mid forties with sandy blonde hair and tanned skin. Zoey remains quiet as he speeds over to where Loeb Bridge is. Police cars and ambulances surrounded the area. He jumps out of the truck and runs down to where Clark was sitting with a red blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Zoey stands next to the truck. “Clark! Son, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Clark replies.

“Who’s the manic who was driving that car,” Jonathan demands, looking at the sheriff.

“That would be me.” They turn to see a young bald headed man. He too had a red blanket wrapped around his shoulders with a cut on his face. He holds out a hand. “Lex Luthor.”

Jonathan stares at him for a moment, then yanks off his jacket and drapes it around Clark’s shoulders. “I’m Jonathan Kent. This is my son.”

“Thanks for saving my life,” Lex tells Clark.

“I’m sure you would have done the same thing,” Clark replies.

“You have quite an extraordinary boy there, Mr. Kent. If there is any way I can repay you?”

“Drive slower,” Jonathan retorts, then walks off with Clark.

“Are you okay,” Zoey asks, once they make it up to the truck.

“I’m fine,” Clark answers, opening the passenger door. Zoey looks between the two Kent men and silently climbs into the truck.

~*~

Zoey walks up to the barn’s loft. Jonathan had turned the area into a hangout space for Clark and Zoey, that way they could have friends over without parents hovering over them. Except Zoey never really hung out in the loft. She would mostly hang out with Mike at his house as his mom was never home. She rolls her eyes, finding that Clark was watching Lana through his telescope. Lana lived across the road from the Kent farm with her Aunt Nell. Her parents had passed away in the meteor shower.

At first, the Kents had tried to keep Clark’s secret from Zoey. But that only lasted a couple months. Clark and Zoey had been playing in a field when she had been stung by a bee. Normally, it wouldn’t have matter. Except Zoey was allergic to bees. Seeing that her face had started to turn blue and she started to have trouble breathing, Clark had grabbed Zoey and raced her back to the house for help. Even when she had been focusing on trying to breathe, a seven year old Zoey had noticed what had happened and once she was better, she had told the Kents what Clark had done.

“You know that’s really creepy, right,” Zoey says, sitting down on the old couch. A desk was in the corner with an old trunk as a coffee table. Clark scowls, but doesn’t respond. She constantly teased him about his massive crush on Lana. “You should just ask her out.”

“She has a boyfriend,” Clark argues.

“Then when they eventually break up, you should ask her out.”

“What makes you think that they’ll break up?”

“Because Whitney is a senior and Lana is freshman. He’ll go off to college and she’ll be here. They’ll end up breaking up.” Zoey stands up. “Anyway, Uncle Jonathan wanted me to ask you if you had gotten all your chores done?”

“Seeing as I’m not you, yes.”

“Whatever,” Zoey replies, then walks out of the loft. Ever since the two teenagers had hit puberty, they had become more agonistic towards each other. And nothing that the Kents did, was making the two teens as close as they had been as children.

~*~

Zoey silently follows Clark down the dirt driveway that led to the Kent farm. As they reach the house, they notice a shiny new red pickup truck with a giant blue bow parked in front of the barn. “Hey, Mom,” Clark shouts, running over to the truck. “Whose truck?”

“Yours,” Martha answers, climbing down from the tractor. “Its a gift from Lex Luthor.” She pulls out a card from within her jacket and hands it to Clark.

“‘Dear Clark. Drive safely. Always in your debt. A maniac in a Porsche,’” Clark reads. “I don’t believe it. Where are the keys?”

“Your father has them.” A worried look appears on Clark’s face as he goes in search of Jonathan. Martha turns to Zoey. “I ran into Mike’s mother at the store. She told me that you guys were going to the homecoming dance together.”

Zoey shrugs. “We’re just going as friends. His mom thinks that we’re dating.” She sees the questioning look on Martha’s face. “We’re not. We’re just friends.”

Martha rubs Zoey’s arm. “Mike is lucky to have a friend like you, Zoey. I was thinking, we could go dress shopping tomorrow after school. For the homecoming dance. We’ll have a girls’ day.”

Zoey smiles. “I’d like that.”

Martha smiles back at her goddaughter. “I’ll pick you up from school tomorrow.”

A strange crunching noise comes from within the barn and the two women make their way inside. “I didn’t dive in after Lex’s car,” Clark shouts, pulling his arm out the wood chipper. “It hit me at sixty miles an hour! Does that sound normal to you? I’d give anything to be normal!” Clark walks past them, up into the loft. Martha shoots her husband a look and Zoey shakes her head, heading in the direction of the house.

~*~

“Did you know that I’m an alien,” Clark asks as he and Zoey head towards the Luthor Manor to return the truck that Lex had given Clark. Zoey shoots him a confused look. “My space ship is in the storm cellar. Dad says I came down during the meteor shower. He and Mom found my crashed ship on the side of the road.”

“So, you’re an alien,” Zoey replies, nodding. She smirks. “Have you phoned home yet?”

Clark shoots her an annoyed look as they up to the gate outside of the Luthor Manor. After getting no reply from the intercom, Clark parks the truck and they climb out. Clark pulls open the gate wide enough for them slip through. He quickly closes the gate back and they make their way inside. It was made out of stone and had many details that reminded Zoey of the old European castles she had seen in pictures. They walk around the mansion, searching for the new owner. They finally come across a couple of people in a large room with a fireplace, fencing. A fencing sword is thrown into the wall, inches away from Clark’s head.

One of the fencers pulls off their mask. “Clark,” Lex asks. “I didn’t see you.”

“Uh, we buzzed but no one answered,” Clark replies.

Lex grabs the sword out of the wall. “How’d you get through the gate?”

“We squeezed through the bars,” Zoey quickly says. She eyes the other fencer, a blonde woman. “We can come back if this is a bad time.”

“Oh, no, no. I think Hykia has sufficiently kicked my ass for the day,” Lex replies, tossing his mask on the couch. The woman nods and walks out of the room. He shoots Zoey a questioning look.

“This is Zoey,” Clark says. “She’s...my sister.” He looks around the room. “This is a great place.”

“Yeah? If you’re dead and in the market for something to haunt.”

“I mean, it’s roomy.”

Lex walks out of the room. Clark and Zoey exchange a look, then follow him down the hallway. “It’s the Luthor ancestral home or so my father claims. He had it shipped over from Scotland stone by stone.”

“Yeah, we remember trucks rolled through town for weeks but no one ever moved in.”

“My father had no intention of living here. He’s never even stepped through the front door.”

“They why’d he ship it over?”

“Because he could.”

They enter another room. This was one filled with various types of workout equipment. Lex pulls off his fencing jacket. “How’s the new ride?”

Clark exchanges a look with Zoey. He sighs. “That’s why I’m here.”

“What’s the matter,” Lex asks. He hands Clark and Zoey each a bottle of water before opening up one for himself. “You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s not that. I can’t keep it.”

Lex sets his water down and turns to them. “Clark, you saved my life. I think it’s the least I can do.” Clark awkwardly looks away. “Your father doesn’t like me, does he? It’s okay.” Lex rubs his bald head. “I’ve been bald since I was nine. I’m used to people judging me before they get to know me.”

“It’s nothing personal,” Clark weakly defends. “He’s just not crazy about your dad.”

“Figures the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Understandable. What about you, Clark? Did you guys fall far from the tree?”

Clark remains silent. “We better go,” he says, breaking the silence. “Thanks for the truck.”

Clark and Zoey start to walk out of the library. “Clark,” Lex calls out. They turn to the young billionaire. “Do you believe a man can fly?”

Clark chuckles. “Sure. In a plane.”

“No, I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about soaring through the clouds with nothing but air beneath you.”

Zoey stares at him. “Lex, people can’t fly.”

“I did,” Lex tells them. “After the accident, when my heart stopped. It was the most exhilarating two minutes of my life. I flew over Smallville, and for the first time, I didn’t see a dead end. I saw a new beginning. Thanks to you, Clark, I have a second chance. We have a future, Clark. And I don’t want anything to stand in the way of our friendship.”

Zoey and Clark make their way out of the mansion. “He’s a very intense guy.”

~*~

Zoey smooths down her pale blue dress. She hadn’t see Clark since earlier that morning when they had arrived at school. She looks around the gym. It had been no surprised that Lana and her boyfriend, Whitney Foreman, had been crowned homecoming queen and king. Chloe was dancing with Pete. Mike was no where in sight. They had agreed to meet at the school. “York?” Zoey lets out a groan and turns around to find Shane. He was wearing a suit with a lavender tie. He looks her up and down. “You clean up nicely.”

“Can I help you,” Zoey asks, forcing a smile.

Zoey sits down on the couch next to her uncle. Max Carmichael’s house was the opposite of the Kents. Yet at the same time it was very similar to her godparents’ house. The living room was filled with items from his travels around the world. Family photos were hung around the room. The walls were white, along with the furniture. “Can I ask you something,” she softly says.

Max sets the file down on the couch next to him. “You can ask me anything, Zoey.”

“I...I have a bully. And I don’t know what to do.”

“Have you talked to Martha and Jonathan?” Zoey shakes her head. “You don’t want them to know.”

“I don’t want to add to their plate. They have enough to worry about.”

Max nods. “Well, you can either fight back. Which is what I did. My bullies would call me names and I called them names back.”

“Mine doesn’t do that. He...forces me to do his homework. And when I don’t, he calls me names.”

“What kind of names?”

“Poor.”

Max snorts. “You’re bully isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.”

Zoey smiles. “No. He’s not. One too many concussions on the football field.” She shifts. “He...he also calls me orphan. And he says that no one wants me.”

“So, you do what your bully says to avoid being called names?” She nods. “What do you think the Kents would say?”

“To just ignore him. Kill ‘em with kindness.”

Max nods. “Well, the Carmichael way is to fight back. But you have to do it in a more subtle way, Zoey. Gather intel on him. Then use it against him. In fact, if he’s having you do his homework, then make it to where he has all F’s.”

“Where’s Andrews,” Shane asks, looking around the gym.

“Bathroom,” Zoey replies.

Shane nods, looking around the gym. Britney Spears was playing from the speakers that had been set up around the gym. “Do you want to dance?”

Zoey stares at him disbelief. “No. You’re an asshole. And you know what, I’m not doing your homework anymore.” She spots Mike across the gym and walks over to him. “I just told Shane he was an asshole.”

Mike tightly embraces her. “And you did it while the perfect song was playing!” She shoots him a quizzical look. “Stronger by Britney!” Zoey laughs and shakes her head at her friend’s antics.

Life for Zoey York is relatively normal. Well, as much as one can have living in Smallville. She keeps to herself while Clark has adventures. It's how she liked her life. She liked being in the background, being invisible. Shane even forgot about her, which she was grateful for.

But that all changed one late winter evening. Zoey was in her bedroom, working on the financial books for the school. She was class treasurer. School politics was the only area that she stood out in. It was also something that her Uncle Max actively encouraged her to pursue. Zoey was active in Smallville High’s future business leaders club. She knew exactly where her future lead. And as much as she might have wanted to pursue other options, she knew it wasn’t in the cards.

A knock on the doorframe of her bedroom causes Zoey to look up. She stares at Lana Lang, wondering why she was there. Lana had olive colored skin and jet black straight hair. She was also one of the most popular girls in their grade, a former cheerleader, and dating Whitney Forman, who was the star quarterback of the football team. “Hi,” Zoey awkwardly greets.

Lana smiles. “Hi, Zoey. I was wondering if you could help me.”

Zoey raises an eyebrow. Lana and her barely spoke to each other. And when they did it was mostly a polite greeting. “Uh, sure.”

“Great,” Lana says, sitting on Zoey’s bed. “Lex is buying the Talon."

“The old theatre downtown?”

“Yeah. He wants to tear it down and make it a parking garage.”

“That makes sense. There’s a lot of business downtown and no where near enough parking. If he makes it paid parking, then he’ll make a killing.”

“I want to convince Lex to renovate the Talon. It’s a special place to me. My parents met there.”

Zoey nods. “Lex wasn’t convinced, was he?”

“No.”

“And you want me to help you come up with a proposal that will convince Lex to renovate the Talon.”

“Yes.”

“Why? You don’t actually need my help. You're smart enough to do this on your own, Lana."

Lana sighs. “Zoey, you’re the smartest person I know. And you’re the reason why the business club has the most successful fundraisers in school. If there’s anyone I trust to help me with a business proposal, it’s you.”

Zoey examines the former cheerleader. She knew that Lana was being honest. “I’ll help, but I want to be a partner.”

Lana frowns. It was clear she wasn’t expecting Zoey to want something. “You want to be a partner.”

“First rule in business, never do anything for free.”

Lana softly laughs. She holds out a hand. “Deal."

Zoey turns to a blank page in her notebook. “Let's get to work.”

~*~

Zoey walks down Main Street. She was meeting Lana and Lex at the Talon. She was confident that their proposal would be successful. She spots Lana outside the Talon with Clark and Chloe. “Hey,” she greets, walking up to the group. “How are you, Chloe?”

“Enjoying the sweet smell of freedom,” Chloe replies.

Clark rolls his eyes. “Chloe, you were in the hospital, not Alcatraz.”

“You spend a week in there and you’d feel like a prisoner too. I mean, come on. Eating bad food, lights out by nine and no cable? I’m think about doing an expose,” Chloe argues. She turns to Lana. “How’s Whitney, by the way?”

“He’s taking it one day at a time.”

“Good. All right, well, bye.” Chloe turns to leave, but bumps into a stranger. “Oh, sorry.”

“Chloe, where are you going,” Clark asks.

“I’m just gonna go do a little checking with the police. Apparently none of the tattoo ink was found at the loft and Scott and Derek aren’t saying anything to anyone, so I smell a cover up."

Clark smiles. “Chloe, it’s good to have you back.”

Chloe smiles. “Thanks.”

Chloe runs across the sheet. Lana motions to the Porsche parked outside the Talon. “He’s early,” she says. She turns to Zoey. “Okay, here goes nothing.”

Zoey smiles. “We have a good plan. Lex’d be stupid to turn us down.”

Clark smiles as Lana and Zoey walk into the Talon. “Thanks for coming,” Lana tells Lex.

“I was surprised by your call,” Lex confesses. “After our last meeting, I didn’t think I’d hear from you again.”

“This time, I came prepared.”

Zoey digs into her messenger bag and pulls out a folder. “This is our business proposal,” she says, handing the folder to Lex. “All across the country, small towns are revitalizing their downtowns and returning them to social centers.”

“They did it by restoring the great old buildings that were already there, turning them into cafes, bookstores, restaurants,” Lana continues.

Lex raises an eyebrow. “You want to turn the Talon into a cafe bookstore?”

“It could also be a venue for local bands and art house movies.”

“On page twelve, it describes the tax benefits that comes with registering the building as a historic landmark,” Zoey explains.

“Who’s gonna mange it,” Lex asks, looking between the two young women.

“Nell said she’d be interested. Zoey and I can train with her after school. I’ll try running it myself in the summers,” Lana answers.

Lex glances at Zoey. “I spend summers with my uncle in Star City,” Zoey explains. “Lana and Nell will be the primary managers. I’ll mostly be a waitress and possibly assistant manager during the school year.”

Lex nods, flipping through the proposal. “How’d you come up with this,” he asks, looking at Lana.

“It was something Clark said,” Lana confesses. “He told me you like to challenge people.”

“Well, you’ve definitely risen to the challenge.”

“So, it’s a deal,” Lana asks, exchanging a hopeful look with Zoey.

“I need to look over everything, but yeah. It’s a deal,” Lex replies.

“Really?”

“Really.” Lex closes the folder. “I think this could be the start of a very interesting partnership.”

~*~

“How did yours and Lana’s meeting go,” Martha asks, setting a bowl of mashed potatoes in the center of the dining room table. The family dinners were something that Zoey enjoyed about living with the Kents. When she visited Max in Star City, they would have homemade family dinners once a week. The rest of the time it was whatever Max had delivered or where they went out for dinner.

“It went great,” Zoey replies, smiling. “Lex is going to renovate the Talon. It's going to be turned into a coffee shop."

Jonathan shakes his head. “I hope Lana knows what she’s getting into by getting into business with Lex. You can’t trust the Luthors.”

Clark sighs. He was used to his father being against Lex. Zoey bites her lip. “I’m going to be a partner,” she softly says.

Jonathan and Martha exchange a look. This was news to them. Jonathan sets his fork down. “Zoey, we can’t afford for you to be a partner,” he tells her. “Besides, it’s not your place.”

“Lana came to me for help,” Zoey argues. “Uncle Max always says that the first rule in business is to never do anything for free. I told her I’d help if I was made a partner.”

“We didn’t raise you to be like that, Zoey. You help your friends—”

“Lana’s not my friend,” Zoey interrupts. “The only friend I have in this town is Mike.” She shakes her head and stands up. “For the record, Austin is taking care of the paperwork. I’m not stupid.” She head upstairs to her bedroom. While there were many things, Zoey enjoyed about living in Smallville and with the Kents, there were many things she hated about living in Smallville and with the Kents.

What am I to do with my life (You will find it out don’t worry) How am I supposed to know what’s right? (You just got to do it your way) I can’t help the way I feel But my life has been so overprotected

#smallville #series rewrite #original female character #original character

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In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader part 2/??

Hey guys! Part one received so much more feedback than I was expecting!! Thank you all so much!! :)

And a big thank you to @samnoel3 for giving me one of the ideas for this chapter! Hopefully you all enjoy this part!

Warnings- Blood tests, medical procedures, swearing?

“(Y/n)... (Y/n), wake up.” I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me jump as I open my eyes. “It’s just me, calm down.” Daryl spoke next to me. Turning my head I look at him. “How long have I been asleep for?” “About 45 minutes.” “Damn, I didn’t mean to doze off, sorry.” He just shrugged in response. Returning my head to rest against the window, I watch the trees.

Greens, yellows and browns all slightly blurring together as we trail behind the others along the deserted road, with the occasional walker along the side, stumbling, looking for its next feast.

Turning back towards Daryl, I brung my legs up and rested my knees to my chest.

“Stop ya staring.” “I’m not-“ “Hey everyone, we’re almost there. We have about 10 minutes left on the road.” Rick spoke through the static of the radio.

A comfortable silence fills the truck. The only sound i can hear is the wind from outside of Daryl’s open window, his arm resting on its frame.

“What do you think we’re going to find?” “I don’t know.” “Maybe the CDC is fine, and the scientists are already working on a cure for whatever this is.” “Nah, Probably just a bunch of pricks in white coats.” “Let’s try to be positive about this. They could have food, water and shelter for us, even medicine.” “Don’t get ya hopes high.” I sighed, putting my hands over my face. “I know. It would be too good to be true.”

It didn’t take much longer for us to reach our destination. Everyone pulled up outside of a giant curved building. Getting out of our vehicles, surrounded by an urban battlefield. Dead soldiers were everywhere, some shot in the head, others were half-eaten corpses, the streets were littered by mass death.

Other bodies lined the steps to the CDC. They obviously went hand to hand with the countless walkers filling the street. A massacre on both sides.

I looked around, Carol was holding Sophia close, Lori next to Carl taking in the horrific sight. Jacqui stood, staring in shock, Dale shaking his head in disbelief. Glenn was looking at Rick and Shane, then he looks at T-dog as if to ask “what now?” Carl was watching his father who was taking everything in. I felt Daryl pull me slightly closer.

A gunshot rang out, making the group jump. I turned to the source, looking at Shane who had fired his gun at a walker. We all started to run to the entrance of the CDC as more walkers made their way toward us. Rick started to press buttons to the doors, but it's all dead. As a last resort, he pounds on the door. "There's nobody here." T-dog sighed. I took in the situation that we are now in, the doors are locked, no one is in there, it's going to be dark soon and were surrounded by the dead.

"You led us here! The hell were ya thinking?" Daryl yelled. "He made a call." Lori defended her husband. "He led us to a dead end." Carol said "What are we going to do now?" Dale asked "Dammit!" T-dog sighed. "We should have gone with Morales." Carol said in frustration. "Carol...." Lori sighed. "There is nothing here." Dale sighed. "You're done man, I ain't listening to you!" Daryl scoffed. Rick stood frozen. "Let's not start turning on each other." Shane tried. "This was a mistake." Jacqui stated. "Since that guy showed up it's been one mistake after another." Daryl snapped at Shane. Rick kept banging on the doors. "Man! There is nobody here!" T-dog yelled at rick. Everyone started yelling at Rick, trying to get him away from the doors. “Guys! This isn't going to work!" I yelled at them getting their attention. "We have to go someplace safe!" I said once they were all looking at me. "I agree." Carol said. We started to walk away.

"Did you see that? The camera moved!” Rick stated. He walked up to the camera and started to talk. "If you can hear me...please, help us. We have women and children, no food and no where to go, if you don't let us in, you're killing us... Please." Shane pulled rick back. "Maybe the cameras are still working, but everyone's dead." Shane said. "No, Shane, the cameras here only work if someone is controlling them. Dad taught me this when he took me to work with him before he died." I piped up, looking at the camera. "But they won't open up, it isn't any use." We gave up and started to leave.

As soon as we reached the stairs, we heard the doors open, as we turned around we were met with a bright light.

We all readied ourselves with a weapon, but walked in with caution. "Daryl, you cover the back." Shane ordered "Hello?" One of us called out. "Watch those doors, watch for walkers." Dale said. I smiled as the blast of the cool air conditioning hit me, breathing out a chuckle.

"Hello?" An unfamiliar voice broke out. I seen tense up and he raised his crossbow. Everyone looked toward where he was now pointing the crossbow, holding their guns up.

A man in his mid 40's entered, aiming a gun at us, He had short strawberry blonde hair and green eyes, he was sporting black pants and a grey tee.

"Anybody infected?" "One of our group was..he didn't make it." Rick replied. "Why are you here? What do you want?" The man asked "Well, I for one just want safety!" I shot now slightly exasperated. Lori chuckled. Rick glanced at me..

"A chance. We all want a chance." "Well that's asking an awful lot these days.." The man said "I know." Rick answered. There was a moment of silence, our group was watching him intensely, him watching back. "You all submit to a blood test, that's the price of admission " He told us. "We can do that." Rick said. I let out a shaky breath. "You got stuff to bring in, do it now. Once that door closes it stays closed." He told us sternly. Daryl, Glenn ,Rick and Shane ran outside and got some stuff. Once they returned the man pressed the button.

"Vi, seal the main entrance, kill the power up here." He ordered. The door had sealed up and the power went down. "Rick grimes" Rick had told him "Dr Edwin Jenner." He got us to follow him into an elevator, a huge one at that. "Do doctors always go around packing heat like that?" Daryl asked. "Well there were plenty left lying around, so I familiarised myself. Besides, you all look harmless enough." He said. "Except you. I'll have to keep my eye on you." He smiled at Carl, making him laugh slightly.

Once the elevator stopped, we walked out, into a white bricked hallway. "Are we underground?" Carol asked. "You claustrophobic?" "A little." She answered "Try not to think about it." It was silent for a few minutes until we reached a dark room. "Vi, bring up the lights in the big room." Jenner called out. The room was as he described... big. "Welcome to zone five." "Where is everybody? The other doctors? The staff?" Rick asked. "I'm it. it's just me here." "What about the person you were speaking with? Vi?" Lori asked "Vi, say hello to our guests, tell them.... Welcome" Jenner said looking at us all. "Hello, guests. Welcome." A female AI Boomed through the room. "I am all that's left." Jenner said sadly. We were all silent for a moment. "I'm sorry." He said. I stood forward. "Why are you sorry?” I asked. "I know that you guys were expecting more people, follow me." He replied stalking off. We all followed and entered the room he had led us to.

Everyone has had their blood taken, besides myself and Andrea. "Your up." Jenner said looking at me. I nodded and sat down. "I take it you don't like needles?" "They aren’t my favourite thing." I replied in a whisper. "Just close your eyes and relax." Jenner instructed I felt the sting for a short while and got up, moving to sit next to Lori.

"What's the point? If we were infected we'd all be running a fever." Andrea stated. "I've already broken every rule in the book letting you in here, let me just at least be thorough." He smiled. "All done." He stated. Andrea got up and almost fell. "Are you alright?" "She hasn't eaten in days.. None of us have." Jacqui answered Jenner. He smiled softly. "Come with me."

We did as instructed and we followed him to a room with a decently big wooden table in the middle surrounded by chairs. "All of you sit." We did as instructed and after about 10 minutes he served plates with cooked vegetables and small steaks. "Here you go." He said after serving all of us. "Thanks." I smiled. Him nodding in response. I sat in between Shane and Jenner. Daryl standing up with Glenn. I was laughing and smiling among everyone else, when Lori agreed to have some wine. "You know in Italy, children have a little bit of wine with dinner." Dale spoke pouring Lori a glass. "And France." He added "Yeah, well when Carl is in Italy or France he can have some then." She said glancing at me smiling then looking to her husband. "What's it gonna hurt? Come on. Come on." Rick laughed. Lori smiled slowly, lifting her hand off of Carl's glass, letting Dale pour some in. "There you are young lad." Dale smiled handing him his cup. We all looked towards Carl, watching as he took his first and only sip. "Eeew!" He exclaimed pushing the glass away. Making us all laugh. "That's my boy. That's my boy." Lori smiled patting his shoulder. "Good choice" I chuckled. "Yuck, that tastes nasty." He said shaking his head. "Stick to soda pop there, bud." Shane said. "Not you Glenn." Daryl spoke up. "What?" "You're drinking little man, I wanna see how red your face can get." Daryl laughed. Making Glenn look away laughing as we all joined in.

"Why aren't you having any?" Jenner whispered in my ear. "I've never been a big drinker." I smiled. "It's also not good for the baby." I whispered into his ear. He looked stunned for a second. "I wasn't sure." "I am." “I take it Daryl is the father?” "Yeah. He is.. I am lucky to have him." "No, He is lucky to have you." I looked at my plate, a small blush appearing. “I have some old medical equipment in storage, I can bring some out tomorrow if you would want me to. Give you a proper more thorough check up.” “That’s really nice, I don’t expect you to-“ “It’s no hassle.” I heard the tinker of a glass, we looked at rick. "It seems to me we haven't thanked our host properly." Rick announced. "He is more than just our host." T-dog spoke a bit tipsy. "Hear, hear!" Dale spoke. We all raised our glasses to Jenner. "Booyah!" Daryl said raising the bottle he adopted. Rick whispered a thank you. Jenner nodding in response. "Thank you Jenner. For letting us stay here, and for feeding us." I laughed. "It's no problem." He said sipping his wine.

"So when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here doc?" Shane asked. "All the- All the other doctors figuring out what happened, where the hell are they?" Shane added. "We're celebrating Shane, we dont need to do this now." Rick spoke "Woah, hang on a second. That's why we're here, right?" Shane asked. "This was your move, supposed to find all the answers. Instead we found him." Shane scoffed. "We found one man. Why?" He asked again. The room went silent. "Jenner you don-" I tried "Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just.... Left. Went off to be with their families. And when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted." Jenner said. "Every last one?" Shane interrupted. "No, Many couldn't face walking out the door. They... Opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time." Jenna finished "You didn't leave. Why?" Andrea asked. "I just kept working. Hoping... To do some good." "Way to kill a good mood Shane." I said venom in my words. "Dude, you are such a buzz-kill, man." Glenn stated. Everyone sat eating in silence. "Everyone, i'll show you to where you all can sleep." Jenner said standing up.

He led us to a hallway. "Most of the facility is powered down, including housing, so you'll have to make do here. The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you'd like them. And there's a rec room down the hall that you kids might enjoy. Just don't plug in the video games of anything that draws power. Same applies if you shower, go easy on the hot water." He finished walking away. Glenn looked over to T-dog. "Hot water?" Glenn asked smiling. "Well, that is what the man said." T-dog answered. "I found you a room." Jenner said leading me into a room that had a futon folded out with blankets and pillows. "I hope you will be comfortable." "Jenner as long as I have pillows i'll be fine. And thank you." He nodded his head and walked away. I look over to see Daryl walk over. "What did he want?" He sniggered. "Nothing, he was being friendly, that's all." "A little too friendly." He mumbled. "What was that?" I asked. "I saw ya flirting at dinner." He snapped. I shook my head and scoffed. "You know what, think what you want to. I am having a shower." I said grabbing a towel and pushing past him.  I entered the bathroom and got into the shower. I felt the warm droplets of water run down my body. I closed my eyes and relaxed. After a minute my body tensed up as I felt someone put their arms around my waist from behind. "He was flirting with ya." "Daryl...” He went to say something but I butted in. "You know, you don't have to be jealous of Jenner, I'm having YOUR baby. Not his. I am YOURS. Not his." I said turning around and giving him a small peck. He kissed back. "Here, let me wash your back." He said turning me around and putting soap on my back then rinsing it off. "I'll do yours." I did the same thing. We got out and dried ourselves getting dressed, then exiting the bathroom. “Goodnight everyone." I called out, getting a chorus of responses back. Daryl and I went to our room and shut the door. I laid back on the futon, watching curiously as Daryl locked the door. “What are you doing?” “Making sure we ain’t gonna get interrupted.” He stalked over. “Ohhh, and what is so important that needs no interruptions?” I played along as he sat down. “You know what.” He smirked as he crawled his way over to me.

I woke up the next morning, looking over at the clock on the wall reading 9:00 am, Daryl still sound asleep. I got up and changed into my jeans, pulling on a black singlet top. I quietly put my boots on making sure not to wake Daryl. I unlocked the door and walked out to where we had dinner last night, to see Lori, Carl, Rick, Glenn, Dale and Jacqui were seated. "Just in time to have some amazing powdered eggs, cooked by T-dog." Lori smiled. "Thanks." I said sitting down as he put some on a plate for me. I looked over to Glenn and saw him hanging over his plate, groaning in disgust. "Take it you won't drink again." I chuckled. "Shut up, you're lucky, you didn’t drink." Glenn looked up with a small smile. "I've never been a big drinker.”

"Hey." Shane said walking into the room. Everyone greeted Shane but me. I ate a little bit of food and got up and left before Shane could even talk to me. "Shane. I'll go." I heard Lori say standing up. I heard footsteps running toward me. "Come with me honey." Lori said guiding me to her room. She sat me on the lounge with her. "What was that about?" She asked. "Shane, his behaviour last night... He made Jenner talk about something that had obviously hurt him. Like cant he learn to not be so self centred?" "Honey, He is your brother, he was asking that stuff to protect you and to protect the group. But the way he said it and the way he made it come out was I’ll admit rude." I nodded my head. "How'd you sleep?" Lori asked me smirking. "Yeah, Fine. Why?" I looked at her face, she was trying to keep a straight face. "Oh god!, were we loud?" "No, I walked past and heard it. But I was the only one awake, I checked for you. Just be happy Shane didn't hear, otherwise the door would be broken." She chuckled. "Come on, let's go back, or the others will think something's up." I nodded and started to walk when I started to bolt for the bathroom. I ran in and hovered over the toilet, throwing up everything I've eaten in the past 24 hours. After a few minutes of torture, I got up, flushed the toilet, went to the basin and rinsed my mouth out, wiping my face. "Let me help you." I heard Lori say, helping me get up. I looked at Lori. "Thanks." She nodded.

We walked out slowly to the dining area. "Sit down." "You okay?” Everyone asked. “Im just Peachy." I smiled softly. "What's for breakfast?" Daryl asked walking out. "Have the rest of mine.” I said handing him my plate. "I can't eat it. T-dog it's not the eggs, thank you so much, but the baby just can't stand it." "It's all good." He smiled. I looked at Daryl to see him already half done with the plate. “Good Morning." Jenner said walking into the room grabbing coffee. "Hey doc." “Good morning." I smiled.

"Doc, I don't mean to slam you with questions first thing." Dale piped up "But you will anyway." "We didn't come here for the eggs." Andrea stated. "Guys. He just woke -" "It's alright. Come on." He said taking his coffee to go. We followed him to the big room 'zone five' as he called it. "Vi, give me a playback of TS19." "Playback of TS19" Vi responded.

The screen turned on, with an X-ray of a head on it. "Very few people got a chance to see this." It focused more on the brain. "Is that a brain?" Carl asked looking at Jenner. "An extraordinary one, Not that it matters in the end." Jenner replied. "Vi, take us in for EIV." "Enhanced internal view" Vi replied. The video moved so that the person was laying down, Then it went into the brain. "What are those lights?" Shane asked looking at the flashing lights moving from the brain stem. "It's a persons life, experiences, memories, it's everything. Somewhere in all that organic wiring, all those ripples of light, is you. The thing that makes you unique and human." Jenner explained. "You don't make sense ever?" Daryl asked. "Those are synapses, electric impulses in the brain that carry all the messages. They determine everything a person says, does or thinks from the moment of birth to the moment of death." Jenner explained more. "Death? That's what this is? A vigil?" Rick asked. "Yes, Or rather the, Playback of the vigil." Jenner replied. "This person died? Who?" Andrea asked. "Test subject 19. Someone who was bitten and infected, and volunteered to have us... Record the process… Vi, scan forward to the first event." "Scanning to first event." It took us back to where the test subject was laying down, but the stem of the brain all black. "What is that?" Glenn asked. "It invades the brain like meningitis. The adrenal glands haemorrhage, the brain goes into shutdown, then the major organs, then death." The subject stopped moving and the whole brain was black. "Everything you ever were or ever will be… Gone." Andrea put her head down, I walked up to her and gave her a side hug. "Is that what happened to Jim?" Sophia asked. "Yes." Carol admitted. I lost tears as well as Andrea did, for all of the people we lost. "She lost somebody two days ago, her sister." Lori spoke up. Jenner walked over to us. "I lost somebody too. I know how devastating it is... Scan to the second event." "Scanning to second event." "Resurrection times vary wildly. We have reports of it happening in as little as three minutes. The longest we heard of was eight hours… In the case of this patient, it was two hours one minute and seven-seconds." We looked back to the screen. From the core of the brain little red flickers were spread out across the stems of the brain. "It restarts the brain?" Lori asked. "No, just the brain cell." Jenner responded. "Basically it gets them up and moving." Jenner finished. "But they're not alive." Rick said "You tell me." Jenner said. "It's nothing like before. Most of that brain is dark." Rick answered "Dark, lifeless, dead. The frontal lobes, the human part, that doesn't come back, the 'you' part. It's just a shell, driven by a lifeless instinct." Jenner finished. I looked back up at the screen to see something tear thought the subjects head. "God! What was that?" Carol asked. "He shot his patient in the head. Didn't you?" Andrea asked. "Vi, power down the main screen. And the work stations." Jenner ordered. "Powering down main screen and work stations." "You have no idea what it is, do you?" Andrea asked. "It could be microbial, viral, parasitic, fungal." Jenner stated. "Or the wrath of god." Jacqui said, tears brimming in her eyes. "There is that." Jenner agreed "Somebody must know something. Somebody somewhere" Andrea answered. "There are others right? Other facilities?" "There may be some... People like me." Jenner stated. "How can you not know?" Rick asked "Everything went down. Communications, directives, all of it, I've been in the dark for almost a month." Jenner said calmly. "So it's not just here? There's nothing left anywhere. Nothing, That is what you're really saying, right?" Andrea asked Jenner stayed silent. Andrea scoffed. "Jesus..." Jacqui sighed. "Man, I'm gonna get shit faced drunk again." Daryl sighed "Dr Jenner, I know taxing for you, and I hate to ask one more question, but... That clock. It's counting down, what happens at zero?" Dale asked. We all exchanged looks and then waited for his answer. "The... Basement generators, they run out of fuel." "And then?."Rick asked. Jenner wouldn't respond. "Vi, what happens when the power runs out?" Rick asked. "When power runs out, facility-wide decontamination will occur." We all exchanged looks. Glenn, rick, Shane and T-dog went to find fuel and to check it all out.

Jenner looked over at me, and motioned his head back to follow him. I grabbed Daryls arm and dragged him along. He led us to what looked like an office, with paper strewn across the desk. “What do ya want?” Daryl asked once we entered. “I’m bringing you guys both in for a more thorough check up on your Foetus.” Daryl raised his brow. “That means baby.” Jenner corrected. “I know what it means.” Daryl growled in response. Causing Jenner to raise both hands in Defense. “Daryl. Please.” I looked at him. “Fine.” He shook his head and pouted. Jenner opened the door to a conjoining room, dragging in a bulky monitor and ultrasound system. “It’s a bit old and outdated, but it will still get the job done.” He chuckled as he shut the door once again. “Just sit on the recliner, and recline back, lift your shirt and I bottom your jeans.” Jenner instructed, I sat in the recliner and did as instructed. “Hold on a second!” Daryl tried to cover me. “Daryl, calm down. I only need access to the abdomen. This is professional. I can not do this if you prevent me from doing so.” Jenner responded. Daryl only huffed in response. “I’m sure you know what comes next?” “The gel. I should brace myself? Probably will be cold.” He nodded. Gently he squirted the gel onto my abdomen, then rubbed the wand over it. On the screen we seen a grey area, with a little black area in the centre. “What’s that? Is that the baby?” Daryl asked. “That‘s the gestational sac, and that tiny little bean is the baby. It looks like you’re 5 weeks along, I’m no gynaecologist but that little flicker there is a heartbeat, it’s to early to hear it but you can see it.” I looked up to see Daryl staring at the screen. He was unreadable, as always, but looking at him in this moment, all I can feel is love and adoration. “Everything seems to be fine. And we’re done.” “Thank you so much for this. It means a lot.” “Your welcome.” He nodded, taking the monitor back. I wiped the gel off of my stomach, feeling happier than I probably should be considering what’s going on in the world. “It feels more real now.” I stared as I did my button back up and moved my shirt back down. “Yeah.” Daryl sighed. “I need to speak with the mother to be.” Jenner stated. “I’ll meet ya back at the room okay?” I asked Daryl, in response nodded and left.

“What’s happening Jenner?” “I spoke to your leader last night, Rick?” I nodded. “No matter how you die, you always come back as one of them.” “What?” “Everyone is infected... This pregnancy is dangerous. We can’t be sure that the baby is or isn’t infected.” “Jenner?” “It’s an air-borne virus. We can’t be sure that the infection hasn’t already or won’t infect the baby.” “Whatever it is that you’re insinuating, please-“ “What happens if it dies in your womb and it is infected? It could tear you apart from the inside. What if you die before it’s born? You’d kill it. I can help you get rid of it.” “Look I appreciate everything Jenner. But I’ve got to go.” I replied. “There’s no way that this ends good.” He called out as I left the room. I found an unused area. Sitting down I let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I gave myself 15 minutes to calm down before meeting Daryl back in our room.

I laid on the bed reading a book, with Daryl sitting up drinking. The air conditioning stopped and the lights all turned off. "Daryl?" "Yeah." "What just happened?" I asked putting the book aside, getting up off the bed and going into the hall. I saw Jenner walk down towards my room. Everyone asking questions and following behind him. "What's going on? Why'd it turn off?" Daryl asked hanging out the door, bottle in his hand, Jenner stealing it from him. "Energy Is being prioritised" Jenner said. "Air isn't a priority? And light?" Dale asked. "It isn't up to me." Jenner started. "Zone five is shutting itself Down." Jenner continued. I looked into Daryl's eyes, I know he could see the worry my eyes held. "What the hell does that mean?" Daryl asked. Jenner ignored him. "Hey, man, I'm talking to you! What do you mean Shutting itself down? How can a building do anything?" Daryl asked "You'd be surprised." Jenner said. We looked over the railing.

"Rick!" Lori called. We all followed Jenner down the stairs to where rick and the others were. "Jenner! What is happening?" Rick asked. "The system is dropping down all non-essential uses of power. It is designed to keep the computers running to the last possible second. As soon as we approach the half hour mark, right on schedule." Jenner said. It was all silent then Jenner gave daryl back the bottle. "It was the French." Jenner randomly said. "What?" Andrea and I asked. "They were the last ones to hold out as far as I know. While our people were bolting up the doors and committing suicide in the halls, they stayed in the labs working until the very end, they thought they were close to a solution…” "What happened?" Asked Jacqui. "The same thing that is happening here. No power grid. Ran out of juice. The world runs on fossil fuel. I mean, how stupid is that?" "Let me tell you." Shane started getting aggravated. "To hell with it Shane, I don't even care! Lori get our things. Everybody, We're getting out of here now!" Rick ordered. An alarm started sounding. "30 minutes til decontamination." Vi said. "Doc, what's going on here dammit?" Shane asked "Everybody! Get your stuff! Let's go now!" Rick yelled "Let's go!" T-dog said. I was with Lori and Carl when we ran to the exit when it slammed down, Carl pulling me back just as it started to. "Did he just lock us in? He just locked us in!" Glenn started to panic. "Carl!" "Mom!" "You son of a bitch!" Daryl yelled running at Jenner. "Shane! Shane!" Rick yelled. “No! Stop! Don't!" Shane yelled at Daryl. I started slowly walking over to where Jenner was, as I heard screaming and yelling. "Jenner, open that door now!" Rick demanded. "There's no point." Jenner replied. "Everything topside is locked down, the emergency exits are sealed." "Well, open the damn things!" Dale yelled "That's not something I control. The computers do. I told you once that front door closed it wouldn't open again you heard me say that. It's better this way." Jenner stated. "What is? What happens in 28 minutes?" Rick asked. "What happens in 28 minutes?" He yelled loudly to Jenner "Do you know what this place is? We protected the public from very nasty stuff! Weaponised small pox! Ebola to wipe out half of the country! Stuff you don't want getting out! Ever!" Jenner finished screaming. "In the event of a catastrophic power failure and a terrorist attack. For example, HITs are deployed to prevent any organisms getting out." "HITs?" Rick asked. "Vi-" "It's High-impulse thermobaric Fuel-air explosives." I answered. Everyone looked at me. "It consists of a two stage aerosol ignition that produces a blast wave of significantly greater power and duration than any other known explosive except nuclear. The vacuum pressure ignites the oxygen between 5000 and 6000 degrees and is useful when the greatest loss of life and damage is desired." Vi finished. "It sets the air on fire. No pain, and end to sorrow. Grief, Regret, Everything." My head turned and I looked at Daryl. He threw the bottle at the door. "Open this damn door!" I looked to Jenner, then over to Lori who held Carl protectively in her arms, scared. My hands went to my stomach and rested there for a brief moment. I started to think.

I'll never get to see my baby, never get to hold it. Watch it grow up or anything. After everything he said to me, it’s all put in perspective. When he said he could help get rid of it this is what he meant?

I walked over to Jenner. "Jenner, please open the door. Do it for me! I want my baby to live. Sophia and Carl are too young to die!" He just ignored me. My hands collided with his chest, pushing him back, causing Shane to grab me and move me away. "Jenner don't ignore me! Test subject 19 was your wife!” I yelled from Shane’s arms. Causing everyone to shut up for a moment. “Now you're going to take away mothers as well as fathers! Daughters as well as sons! Sisters as well as brothers and wives as well as husbands! You're taking our choice away! Don't do this! It's not what you want! It's not what she would want!" I continued.

Shane gave me to dale, and he held onto me. He grabbed an axe as did, Daryl and started to hit the door. "You should have left it all alone, it would have been so much easier." Jenner said. "Easier for who?” "All of you, you know what's out there, a short brutal life, and an agonising death. Your sister, What was her name?" "Amy" "Amy, You know what this does, you've seen it. Is that really what you want for your wife and son?" Jenner asked Rick. "I don't want this!" Rick answered. "I can't make a dent." "Those doors were designed to withstand a rocket launcher." "Your head ain't!" Daryl stated going for him. I stood in front as the guys pushed him away. "Daryl!" "Daryl!" "Just back up!" "Daryl, he isn't worth it. " I told him. "You do want this…” Jenner said to rick. “You said you knew it was just a matter of time before everyone you loved was dead." He finished. "You really said that? After your big talk?" Shane asked. "I had to keep hope alive didn't i?" Rick answered. “There is no hope. There never was." "There's always hope, maybe not you but somebody, somewhere." "What part of everything's gone don't you understand?" Andrea asked. "Andrea…” "Listen to your friend she gets it. This is what takes us down. This is our extinction event." "Jenner! Listen to me! You don't have to do this." I said "This isn't right! You can't just keep us here!" Carol cried. "One tiny moment, a millisecond, no pain." "My daughter doesn't deserve to die like this!" "Wouldn't it be kinder? More compassionate to hold your loved ones and wait for the clock to run down?" I heard a gun click. My attention went to Shane, holding his rifle. "Shane no!" Rick pushed him away. "Out of my way Rick!" Shane yelled "Now you open that door or I'm gonna blow your head off! You hear me?" Shane yelled. "Brother, you do this, we'll never get out of here."Rick said "Shane! You listen to him!" Lori yelled. "If he dies, we all die!" Rick yelled as Shane screamed. Shane moved the gun and shot at the computers. "Shane!." Rick yelled. He wouldn't listen so Rick grabbed the gun and pinned him to the ground. "Are you done now? Are you done?" Rick asked. "Yeah, I guess we all are." Shane replied. It was silent for a few seconds

"I think you're lying..." Rick started. “What? " Jenner asked. "You're lying. About having no hope. If that were true you would have bolted with the rest taking the easy way out. You didn't. You chose the hard path. Why?" "It doesn't matter." "It does matter, it always matters. You stayed when the others ran. Why?" "Not because I wanted to. I made a promise." "Yeah, to your wife." "I'm surprised that (Y/n) guessed it. How'd you know?" "The way you looked at the footage. The ring on your finger and the picture in the office and in the room you gave Daryl and I. I'm not stupid, I connected the dots." I replied. "She begged me to keep going as long as I could, how could I say no? She was dying. It should have been me on that table. It wouldn't have mattered. She was a loss to the world. Hell, she ran this place, I just worked here. In our ripe old she was an Einstein, Me? I’m just Edwin Jenner. She could have done something about this, Not me." Jenner said “Your wife didn't have a choice. You do. That's... That's all that we want a choice, a chance." Rick said. "Let us keep trying as long as we can." Lori piped in Jenner looked at me. Then where my hands were gently against my abdomen. "Please Jenner." I said for everyone to hear. " I told you topside is locked down. I can't open those." Jenner said staring at us all. Happy tears started to form in my eyes. The door opened. And I walked to Jenner and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, goodbye." I turned and started to walk away. "You're one of the reasons I opened the door you know… You are exactly like my wife was." He smiled gently.

"Babe! Let's go!" Daryl yelled. I ran toward the exit and daryl grabbed my hand. "Come on! Move it! Move it!" Everyone yelled. Rick and Jenner talked for a minutes and them Rick ran toward us. "Come on! Four minutes left!" Glenn yelled. "Let's go Jacqui! " T-dog yelled "I'm staying! I'm staying sweetie." Jacqui said making T-dog to let go. "What? No!" I cried. "But that's insane!" T-dog said. "No! It's completely sane for the first time in a long time! I'm not ending up like Jim and Amy!" She cried. We all looked at her. "There's no time to argue, and no point. Not if you want to get out. Just get out. Get out!" She yelled. "Hey dog, come on, man. Come on! Let's go, come on!" Shane said grabbing him. "I'm staying too." I heard Andrea. "Andrea, no!" We looked at dale and he looked at us. "Just go! Go!" "Dale!" "Go!" He yelled again. "Come on!" Rick yelled as we all ran. We ran up the flights of stairs quick. "Get the doors open! Come on!" Shane yelled. "It doesn't work!" Glenn yelled. "Wait a minute! Try it!" T-dog said after pressing some buttons. "Daryl!" Shane yelled grabbing an axe and hitting the windows. Daryl next to him. "Stay close to us sweetie." Carol said to Sophia. "Dog forget it!" Shane yelled at t-dog T-dog screamed hitting the window with a chair. "Dog! Get down! Down!" Shane yelled at everyone pumping shots from the python at the window. "Jesus!" Shane exclaimed. "The glass won't break?" Sophia asked. "Rick I have something that might help!" Carol said going through her bag. "Carol, I don't think a nail file will do it." "Shane! Shut up!” I snapped "Look your first morning at camp, when I washed your uniform, I found this in your pocket." She said handing him a grenade. He took it. He pulled the pin and dropped it next to the window. "Oh sh..." Rick yelled running toward us. The grenade went off and the window shattered.

We all ran out, the guys shooting the walkers that were stumbling towards us. We all made it to the vehicles, getting into them. I saw Andrea and dale duck behind a post. "Get down!" Daryl yelled. We both Ducked down in the truck, Daryl protecting my body with his. There was a shake, and I could hear the sound of glass breaking, I could feel the heat. “It’s clear.” Daryl sighed after slowly lifting himself off of my body. Looking up I see what was the CDC, up in flames, Andrea and dale got into the RV. Everyone in-front started to drive once again. Daryl followed carols Cherokee, Shane behind us.

Once we were on the road I felt Daryl's hand on my thigh. "What did that guy say to ya in there after he opened the door?" "All he said to me was I reminded him of his wife." Daryl scoffed, removing his hand. The rest of the drive was quiet. The RV pulled over, at a station just out of town.

"Okay guys we need to ditch some vehicles and siphon gas out of the ones we're abandoning." Rick said. We all nodded and Daryl got Merle’s motorcycle off of the back of the truck, getting the fuel out of the truck that I have grown fond of. T-dog ditched his van, Shane left his jeep. “(Y/n), I don't think that the baby will like the motorcycle... So you're going in the RV with Dale, Glenn, Shane, T-dog and Andrea. Daryl you're covered. Carol, Lori and the kids with me in the Cherokee. Is there a Problem?" Rick asked. "Not at all.” I looked at Daryl, I walked over and kissed him. "Please, be safe." "You know I don't need to be." I rolled my eyes. "Daryl, you take the lead." I got into the RV and laid in one of the beds in the back, picking up the book from before and continued reading, Feeling the RV pull out and back onto the road. That’s when we left Atalanta... This time, for good. Series Masterlist Next Part

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The Heartbreak Prince {p.p.}

chapter 7

Summary: The heart is fragile. Easily broken, difficult to build back up, and Peter Parker knows that. Maybe his own heart is fractured and that’s why he goes around breaking others. Will you let him break yours?

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, enemies to lovers, suggestive conversations, language, underage drinking, violence, both reader and Peter are 18+ (seniors in high school)

chapter 6 | series masterlist

The first thing you heard when you walked into school the next morning was yelling. You instantly became alert as you spotted Peter pinning one of his football friends up against the lockers and screaming in his face.

A large crowd had begun to form around the growing scene and you cursed under your breath. You knew if Peter got in trouble again he would certainly get suspended, or even expelled who knows.

Ned caught your eye and began approaching you, but you were already jogging towards the fight. You pushed your way through the crowd, and grabbed Peter’s arm, yanking him away from the boy (you were pretty sure his name was Shane or something). Peter was still screaming profanities at him as you dragged him away, using all of your strength to do so.

“Parker!” you spat. “Stop!”

Peter turned around and ripped his arm out of your grip, glaring at you with daggers for eyes.

“Don’t touch me,” he growled, stalking past you. You groaned, rolling your eyes and knowing a fight was about to ensue, but you’d be damned if you let him push you away again.

So against your better judgement, you turned around and ran after him.

“What has gotten into you?” you demanded.

“Stop talking to me,” he spat.

“You know, I finally thought we were becoming friends,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Now, what? You’re going to shut me out?”

“Yeah (Y/N), you know what? I am!” Peter shouted, raising his hands in exasperation. He looked at you with a fiery anger in his eyes and you audibly gasped. You hadn’t seen him this angry since Jed insulted MJ at Flash’s party.

Peter’s gaze didn’t falter as he looked at you, expecting you to say something back, but you couldn’t find the words.

“Was it because I hugged you yesterday?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper.

For a split second, you thought you saw a flicker of softness in his eyes, but as soon as it came it was gone. He scoffed shaking his head.

“Just leave me alone,” he grumbled. He stopped with his back to you before turning around.

“Oh, and by the way, we were never friends.”

With that, he turned his back on you and disappeared out the nearest school doors, probably skipping for the day. You stood in place, biting back the tears that stung your eyes. You didn’t expect his words to hurt so much, but they did. You didn’t even know why you cared so much.

Somehow you began to care for Peter Parker, and you thought you had finally been able to break through that touch exterior.

How wrong you were.

As soon as Peter was outside of the school, he punched the nearest wall causing the bricks to buckle in on each other. His fist stung a little from the hard impact, but he didn’t care. He needed the release.

Saying those things to you hurt him more than he cared to admit. But he was scared because after you hugged him yesterday, the feelings that he had been trying to suppress had finally bubbled over and he found himself thinking of you all night.

He shook his head as he began to walk home. He wasn’t in the mood for school and he didn’t think he could face you after seeing how hurt you looked. But he knew he had to do this. People who got close to him only got hurt.

A week had passed since you last spoke to Peter. You avoided him at all costs, because you hated the way your heart would twist in pain every time you saw him sulking around the halls. You even left for school fifteen minutes early every morning just to avoid him.

In that time you got closer to Ned, Betty, and Flash, hanging out with them more and more after school. Those times you usually spent walking home with Peter were now replaced with Starbucks coffee dates with your friends. One in which Flash informed you that he was having another party in the upcoming weekend.

“Another one?” you asked. His first one felt like just yesterday, but looking back on it it was almost a month ago.

“I’d have them every week if I could!” Flash exclaimed taking a sip of his latte.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I don’t know if I’m up for a party.”

“What?” Betty almost cried. “No (Y/N), you have to come! It won’t be fun if you don’t.”

You sighed, staring down at your barely touched tea. Truth be told, you felt a deep pit in the core of your stomach. You found yourself looking up at Peter’s fire escape every time you went home, because although you were trying to avoid him, a part of you still wanted to see him.

“I invited the whole school, it’s gonna be sick,” Flash said. “Please? You don’t have to stay long, but I consider you one of my closest friends now.”

Your heart swelled at his words and you glanced at Ned who was also grinning at you.

“Okay fine,” you groaned, earning cheers from the collective group. You laughed as you packed your bag, standing from the table.

“Alright, alright, enough,” you chuckled. “I gotta go. I have a paper due tomorrow, but I’ll see you guys in class.”

Ned, Betty, and Flash said their collective goodbyes as you left the coffee shop and began your walk home, which you noticed was painfully alone.

Once you got back to your apartment building, you pushed the door open into the lobby and felt your breath catch in your throat when you saw Peter standing by the elevators. He turned almost immediately when you entered the room.

You didn’t linger. You made a beeline right for the stairs and Peter was realizing how painfully obvious it was that you were avoiding him. As you disappeared up the stairs, he wondered if he was being stupid. Was he pushing away his only chance at happiness or protecting you?

He didn’t know.

You spun around in Betty’s bedroom. “How do I look?”

Betty gasped. “You look hot.”

You laughed as you glanced at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing your favorite pair of black jeans, black booties, and light pink crop top. You had applied a little more makeup than you were used to, but still kept it fairly natural.

“Let me just put in my earrings, and I’ll be ready to go,” Betty said, standing from her bed. You took a deep breath, pulling out your phone to see a few texts from Ned and Flash telling you and Betty to get your butts to the party. You were already a little bit late, but fashionably late, right?

Betty drove the two of you to Flash’s house, as she said she wasn’t drinking that night and wouldn’t mind being the designated driver. As soon as you pulled up to Flash’s house you realized that this party was a lot bigger than the one he had a month ago. It was like the entire school of Midtown high along with every high school in the tristate area showed up.

“Oh boy,” you whispered under your breath, earning a laugh from Betty as you both walked up to the door.

As soon as you stepped inside you were greeted by the reek of alcohol and loud blaring music. You spotted Flash on the DJ station with a red solo cup in his hand. Ned was nearby talking to a few people you recognized from class, and you and Betty walked over there first.

“Hey! You finally made it,” Ned teased, giving you a hug and Betty a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s called being fashionably late,” Betty retorted causing Ned to roll his eyes.

“Drinks are over there if you’re looking for one, (Y/N),” Ned said, pointing to the large Gatorade container with red solo cups next to it.

“Thanks, I’ll be right back,” you said, leaving the couple to get yourself some alcohol. You had no idea what would be in the jungle juice, but with this many people here, you figured you needed at least a little something to loosen up. On your way over to the table, you spotted a few people from class that said friendly hellos to you.

Then your eyes fell on Peter.

There he was, pressing some girl who you definitely didn’t recognize, up against the wall, hungrily attacking her lips. You found yourself not able to pull your eyes away, feeling the hurt deep in your chest. You rolled your eyes when you saw them moving towards the stairs.

You quickly grabbed a cup and filled it to the brim.

“Whoa, planning for a rough night?” a familiar voice asked. You turned to see Brad Davis standing behind you with a grin on his face. You knew Brad. He was in a few of your classes and he was nice, always helping if you had a question on the chemistry homework.

You chuckled breathlessly as you took your first sip of the drink. The vodka mixed with whatever berries burned your throat as it went down, but after seeing Peter here, you needed it.

“Yeah, you could say that,” you shrugged.

“Well c’mon, come dance with us,” Brad said, urging you to follow him with a nod of his head. You smiled, following him over to where Ned and Betty stood with a few others from your chemistry class. One other way to forget about Peter was dancing with your friends who actually made you smile.

Ten minutes later, Peter came sauntering down the stairs, adjusting his shirt. He didn’t even know the name of the girl he just fucked, she was from another school, but he didn’t stay around to figure it out. Some of his football friends that he didn’t even really like, called him over. He grabbed a drink, joining their circle as they pestered him about how his quickie was, but he was barely listening.

Mostly because he spotted you.

You looked perfect, even from afar, and between the alcohol swimming in his veins and the way those jeans hugged your legs perfectly made his head spin. He knew you were avoiding him, and he knew that he hurt you with his words, but he kept telling himself that he was doing it for the best.

He couldn’t let you get close to him, but a part of him figured you already did.

He chugged the rest of his drink and walked over to you.

“Care for a dance, darlin’?” the familiar voice of Peter Parker murmured near your ear. You froze, feeling his presence from behind, immediately stopping your dancing.

“Not with you,” you retorted back, barely looking over your shoulder to look at him. Your friends were trying their best not to eavesdrop, but they weren’t doing a very good job, watching Peter with wide eyes.

“Please,” he whispered, right next to your ear, causing shivers to run up your spine. You didn’t think Peter used that word often. You didn’t know if it was a mix of the alcohol or the fact that you wanted to dance with Peter Parker, but you looked at him over your shoulder and nodded silently.

You could feel the eyes of your friends on you as Peter led you further into the crowd and away from the circle they had created. You took another large swig of your drink before tossing the cup in a nearby trash can. You knew you’d need the courage of alcohol to get you through this.

Peter turned around, grabbing your waist gently as he leaned down to your ear.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, his breath fanning your neck. You found your hands on his chest, as you looked at him with a certain drunken haze. You always knew that he was attractive, but standing there with his hands resting on your hips and yours on his chest made you feel some type of way.

“What are you doing?” you managed to ask, not even dancing at this point. You didn’t trust your voice at first, especially when he brought one hand up to brush a strand of your hair out of your face, his fingers fluttering against your skin.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, staring down at you. “I’m drunk.”

You looked up at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “Me too.”

Peter hummed, gently walking you backwards until your back was softly pressing against the wall. Your heart was hammering against your chest, wanting him to get closer, but not wanting to act on it.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” he whispered, one of his hands coming up to rest by your ear, pinning you beneath him. “You do things to me.”

Your head was spinning, and not just because of the alcohol.

“Like what, Parker?” you edged him on. A dark smirk danced on his lips that you couldn’t stop staring at. The way one of his arms was circled around your waist, pulling your body flush against his made you dizzy.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured in your ear, his lips brushing the skin just below it before he planted a small kiss there that made you breathless.

“Didn’t seem that way when you told me to fuck off,” you murmured, trying to keep your voice from quivering as he peppered kisses along your neck.

“Didn’t mean any of that,” he mumbled against your skin, making goosebumps break out across your entire body. “Just being an idiot, pushing you away.”

He stopped what he was doing to lean back and look at you. You searched his dark eyes for any trace of that dark Peter that told you to leave him alone and you couldn’t find it. Was it the alcohol? Maybe.

“Why do you push me away, Peter?” you whispered, his face a mere millimeters away from yours. He stared down at you, a pool of emotions swirling in his eyes that you couldn’t make out.

“Cause you’re different,” he sighed. “Make me feel things I haven’t felt in a while.”

“Bet you said the same thing to the girl you banged right before this,” you grumbled, feeling bitterness bubbling in your chest. Peter’s fingers gently grabbed a hold of your chin so you had to look up at him.

“They don’t mean anything,” he whispered. “Not like you do.”

You stared at him before scoffing and shaking your head, and shoving his chest so you had enough room to slip away from him.

“You’re drunk, Parker,” you scolded. “And I know that in the morning you’re going to go right back to how you treated me before.”

Peter stared at you, mouth slightly agape. You weren’t going to let yourself fall into his trap just so he could yell at you when you tried to get close to him tomorrow. You rolled your eyes, turning on your heel and walking to the nearest bathroom to get away from, leaving him dumbfounded as he watched you disappear into the room.

You shut the door behind you, breathing heavily as you leaned against the sink and stared at yourself in the mirror.

Could he have really meant everything he said? They do say drunk words are sober thoughts. But this was Peter Parker, and you didn’t think you could believe he would ever show that much emotion towards you, no matter how plastered he was.

There was a soft knock at the door. You groaned, opening it to see Peter standing before you, his hands in his jeans pockets.

“What?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. The music was thumping in your ears in the background.

“I know I’m wasted,” he said. “But I meant what I said. You are different.”

You rolled your eyes, going to push past him, but he stopped you with his arm, forcing you to look up at him.

“I’m not going to let you break my heart,” you whispered, your confidence wavering when he looked at you with those big puppy eyes that you didn’t even know he had.

“I don’t want to,” he whispered back, his eyes searching yours. Slowly, he placed his arm around your waist again, gently backing you up into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him with his foot.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop, and I will.”

Your lip trembled as you locked eyes with him. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted this until he told you he would stop. His nose bumped yours, and you closed your eyes as every fiber in your body told you this was a bad idea, but he was so close and you so badly wanted to close that gap.

“Peter,” you whispered, his lips now barely, just barely brushing your own.

If it weren’t for the loud music right outside the door, you were sure that he would’ve been able to hear your heartbeat. You squeezed your eyes shut as his hurtful words flooded your ears and you remembered how he made you feel, standing in that hallway after trying to help him.

“Stop,” you said, having to force it out. Peter pulled away, staring at you with a hurt expression painted across his face, but you didn’t look at him as you walked past him, opening the bathroom door and scurrying away.

You wouldn’t, you couldn’t let him play with your heart like he was. That was asking for disaster and you refused to let him do that to you.

You found your friends again, and as soon as you approached them, they began swarming you with questions.

“What happened with you and Peter?” Betty asked, concern written in her eyes.

“Nothing,” you said grabbing another drink. “Absolutely nothing.”

oof

chapter 8

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Of Doms & Subs 4: Bribery Will Get You Everywhere

Pairing: Angus Hopper x OFC

Summary: What's a submissive female to do when she fights her nature and goes on the run as a Lone wolf to avoid being assimilated into a pack?

Word count: 2315

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Sleeping in was something I used to enjoy. Nestled in warm sheets while the world outside continued to turn, safe in a cozy cocoon. After the Change, it was no longer so peaceful. Although the house was decently soundproofed for humans, I could hear water running as someone showered. The buzz of an electric razor. Clinking of dishes in the kitchen. After ten minutes of hiding with a pillow over my head, I gave up and burrowed out of the nest of blankets. I was just pulling my shirt on when Mickayla knocked. A thrill of pride ran through me for recognizing her scent. I was getting better at this!

“Mornin’,” I called out and she came in at the tone of invitation in my greeting.

“How was your little adventure last night?” she grinned.

“Mortifying,” I grumped while tugging a brush through my hair.

“So if I tell you that there’s a betting pool on when you’d make a break for it we can see if werewolves die of embarrassment?” Her grin deepened to flash a lot of pretty, white teeth.

“How about you give me a cut and I don’t throw my dirty, wet socks in your face?” I started to reach for the duffel full of dirty clothes. She laughed and handed me a couple of bills, which I stuffed into a pocket without counting. “Next time let me know, I’m not above taking a fall.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” A perfectly plucked eyebrow rose.

“Eugene and Seattle aren’t all that far.” I turned away to wrestle my hair into a ponytail. One look in the mirror confirmed that there was no hiding the marks from Angus’ bite, so might as well own it. “I’m sure I could get a babysitter to come with.” There, that barely had any bitterness to it.

“Don’t think of it that way,” she shook her head so that the blonde waves swayed back and forth. “Think of it more like sexy bodyguards.” I laughed in spite of myself. “Speaking of which.” There was a glint in her sea-blue eyes that suddenly made me very suspicious. “You’ll want to swear off humans for awhile until you get used to your new strength. Don’t want to break your toys.”

I stared at her in confusion until comprehension crashed over me, immediately followed by a furious blush. “That is certainly not an issue. Happily single since the divorce became final last year.”

“Ah,” said Mickayla knowingly, and I belatedly remembered with no small amount of chagrin that she was a therapist. “That’s why you’re so determined to not get involved with a pack. Too much commitment.”

“Ugh, it’s too early for psychoanalysis,” I groaned, rubbing at my face.

“Come on, cranky pants, let’s get you some breakfast. New wolves are kinda like kids. If they’re cranky, do they need food or sleep? Antsy? Then they need to go run off some energy.” She linked her arm and in mine as we set off for the kitchen.

“Gee, thanks for that glowing comparison,” I said snidely.

“And in your case, maybe caffeine.”

“Give me tea and nobody gets hurt,” I pronounced solemnly.

“Threatening bodily harm before nine am, are you sure she’s submissive?” asked a man who had come out of a room behind us, also evidently on the hunt for breakfast.

“Watch this.” Mickayla fixed me with a glare and before I even knew it my neck bent against my will till my throat was bared to her. And she hadn’t even drawn on any power. I glared at her from the corner of my eye and my face grew flaming hot.

“I wanna try,” he said. I met his dark brown eyes with no small amount of anger that he thought he could control me so easily. “How? I’m more dominant than you,” he sputtered at Mickayla in confusion. She laughed and wrapped an arm around each of our shoulders.

“She doesn’t know or respect you, Brian. Neither her or her wolf are gonna roll over for some stranger unless he seriously pulls rank. Do you think Alan would for just any old wolf?” she asked the somewhat forlorn wolf.

“Who’s Alan?” At the stairs, Mickayla released us and led the way down with Brian in back so that I was sandwiched between them. It seemed automatic, like their instincts to protect subtly guided their movements.

“Our submissive and resident quack,” Brian answered. I automatically started to bristle at labeling any healer with such an epithet. That thought was pushed out when it occurred to me that if they had both a submissive and a female, then they probably had no need of another.

“I’d like to see you call him that the next time he has to patch you up,” she said dryly.

The kitchen was sized and equipped to feed a small army. Come to think of it, was there any difference between that and a pack? People moved in vaguely organized chaos, piling plates with bacon, sausage, eggs, hashbrowns, and various baked goods before moving to the dining room on the far side. Mickayla reached around someone, who was busy wrestling the Danish that he wanted from the rest of the basket, grabbed two plates and handed one to me. Being small meant I could easily dart around and through people to get in and out quickly, but I had no idea what the protocol was for seating arrangements so I stuck close to Mickayla and Matt, who’d joined us.

I had never seen a dining table so big, at least a dozen people were already sitting and there was room for more. It was obviously custom made. The kitchen also had a table that was pushed up against the main one so that everyone could be seated. I gave Mickayla raised eyebrows in question.

“You get our fearless leader’s right hand side. Normally that’s Tom’s, Angus’ second, but since he’s not here you get it as our honoured guest,” she said with only a hint of teasing. I gave her a grateful look before taking the seat in question. I stifled my surprise when she and Matt sat to my left. Evidently they were high in the hierarchy to sit next to the second, which I thought was a silly term when Beta would have made much more sense.

“Shane and Matt will be ready to hit the road by 10:30,” Angus said casually after I’d made some headway into my meal, trying my best to ignore him. Why he thought I’d be safer with two strange werewolves than on my own, I would never understand. But Matt couldn’t be all bad if Mickayla had married him.

“So soon?” I asked just as casually as I liberally doused my hashbrowns with salt and pepper. “I thought I might stick around and get to know ya’ll better. If I have to give up my job, there’s not much of a reason to go back to Oregon right away. Unless that would be an issue?” Put two or more intelligent beings in a room together and politics could spontaneously erupt in a vacuum. Visiting a pack in another state before even meeting the one back home could potentially cause more than an eruption.

The room went eerily silent as the others waited to see what their Alpha would say. Most of them seemed to be mildly surprised and curious. I was pretty sure they had all noticed the mark on my neck, but no one had said anything nor given it a second glance. Despite the weird fluttery feeling of fear in my chest, I managed to actually look him in the face. Not the eye, of course, but his strong chin, which was one of his few physical aspects that said Alpha. Maybe that was because I always had trouble seeing men with weak chins as dominant.

“The Eugene Pack was hard-pressed to welcome you on such short notice, so no feathers will be ruffled. And despite what that crazy lone wolf might have put in your head, you are free to travel.” He gave a small smile that eased some of the tension that had somehow crept into my shoulders. I was no Helen of Troy, but the apparent rarity of submissive females and the territoriality of werewolves could create a powder keg waiting to go off. As much as I enjoyed yanking his chain, any fallout could affect both packs and they didn’t deserve that.

Mickayla made a “gimme” gesture at Brian, who sat a few seats down from her. He sighed and handed her a twenty-dollar bill. “Haven’t you learned not to bet against my mate yet?” Matt shook his head.

“Hey, didn’t she only go out with you because of a bet?” Brian retorted.

“Yeah, and even though I won, I still ended up losing,” Mickayla said with mock ruefulness. The banter and round of chuckles said that it was an old joke.

“Speaking of sore losers,” I said to her with a pointed look, “I have some wet, dirty socks in dire need of a wash if there’s a washing machine I could use?”

“I’ll show you where we keep our poor beleaguered beast chained up in the basement,” Shane offered as he stood up with his empty plate. I followed suit since I was done as well. Mickayla surreptitiously slipped me a tenner as I passed, which immediately went into my back pocket.

“Don’t scare the poor girl!” someone called out.

“Eh, she’s seen your face and it hasn’t run her off yet.” The teasing faded only slightly as I tagged along behind Shane.

“O captain, my captain,” Mickayla said without a trace of mockery. There never was with her. “If I may beg an audience?” I nodded with a small smile that conveyed exactly what I thought of her false formality.

“Since it’s our duty to woo the new girl, some of us were thinking of showing her around town,” Mickayla said once we were ensconced in my office. I had a suspicion that the others she was thinking of had no inkling of their implication in her plotting yet.

“Considering how she navigated rush hour traffic to evade Tom, I’d say she knows the area pretty well.” Neither the wolf nor I liked the idea of Ellie leaving our sight. I propped one hip on my desk without a care that it put my head slightly lower than if I were standing. Like most of my wolves, she was taller than me anyway and she had never been anything other than proper. Oh sure, she would skirt the bounds of propriety when the situation allowed for it, but never in a manner that would call my authority into question.

“It might be good for her to get out and see that we’re not as draconian as that John made us out to be.” Translation: prove to her she’s not going to lose all of her freedom or she’ll bolt again.

“If you are going to manipulate me, you’re going to have to do a better job than that.” While her point was valid, I was not about to let her think I would cave so easily.

“You can talk at her until you’re blue in the face, but she won’t understand the benefits of a pack until she sees it,” said Mickayla. “She’s only staying because the evil that you know is better and partly to tweak your tail.” I raised an eyebrow at that observation. “Ellie’s a modern woman suddenly thrown into submissive wolf mentality and those instincts scare the daylight out of her. So she’s going to make us all work for it before she settles down.”

“Dominance is dictated by a person’s nature before the Change,” I shook my head. “She’s submissive because she was as a human.”

“I think her ex-husband did a number on her, or maybe John, or both,” she said with a small frown, which I mirrored at the thought of what might have happened to her. “That’s why she’s so prickly with any male who tries to play power games with her, like verbally bitch-slapping the guys last night. If she can relax where there aren’t so many wolves, she might tell me more.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked after regarding her thoughtfully for several beats. Part of that time was spent contemplating tearing apart Ellie’s ex.

“Hit Pike’s Place until she realizes she’s not ready for so much public. One or two of us should be able to help her keep control.” Mickayla’s smile was far too predatory to belong on the face of a therapist.

“One of the biggest tourist traps on a three-day weekend?” I asked in disbelief and gave her the look that idea deserved.

“She still thinks of herself as human and she’s likely to screw up pretty badly until she sees that. The sooner we get that out of the way, the sooner she might calm down,” she pointed out.

“Take Matt and Shane with you,” I sighed and waved at her to go. Not only were they good muscle, but they were both married, even if Shane’s wife was human.

“Technically this is pack business, especially since she would work well with Alan, both as a medic and a sub.” If she’d said anyone other than Alan, my hackles would’ve gone up. Their temperaments, although both being submissive, weren’t suited for mating. And I got the feeling that Ellie liked her men dominant, despite what she may say. I affected a much put-upon sigh, drew out my wallet, selected a credit card, and passed it to the blonde. She accepted it with both hands, kissed the simple ring on my middle finger, then flashed a smile and a wink before dashing off to find her charge.

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readyourimgaines · 4 years

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Shyan-- Comfort Don’t Only Come with Ghosts

My mom and I recently got this piercing done so I wanted to write a thing about it to help myself feel less like a baby, and this is what I came up with. By the way, I just pulled the photo off Google.

Ryan was no stranger to migraines and headaches. In fact, he’d come to expect them. He would miss work sometimes because the pain became too much. So Shane started looking for cures online.

There were the usual lavender oil, heat and cold packs, and this, that, and the other thing. God knows they tried those without any real luck. Finally, Shane found a cure he hadn’t seen before, but he knew Ryan wasn’t going to like it.

*****

Shane put his feet up on the coffee table and Ryan laid his head in the half-giant’s lap.

“Hey, Ry?”

“Mhm?”

“Those uh...acupressure bracelet things for motion sickness...those help you on planes, right?” Shane started playing with Ryan’s hair gently.

“Yeah. They work great. Why?”

“Well, I found something linked to those that could help your headaches, but it’s a bit more extreme…”

“Okay…?”

“There’s an acupuncture point in your ear, right there,” Shane poked the spot in Ryan’s ear. “It’s called Daith. A lot of people have found that getting it pierced stop the headaches completely or at least how often they happen and how painful they are.”

Ryan opened his eyes. “But that’d be an actual piercing. Not the little pistol thing they use at Walmart.”

“Right.”

“I don’t know if I could do that.”

“And you don’t have to. It’s just an option I thought I’d put on the table.”

Ryan closed his eyes again and focused on the feeling of Shane’s finger playing in his hair.

*****

Ryan sat on the kitchen floor, his head on his knees, and a garbage can between his knees. It had been a while since he had had a migraine so bad he threw up. He wasn’t missing them.

Shane sat behind him, rubbing his boyfriend’s to bring some form of comfort.

“Shane?”

“Yeah, Little Guy?”

“If I got that piercing…you’d come with me, right?”

“You didn’t even need to ask.”

“I think I’m gonna do it.”

“I’ll look around, ask some friends who the best person is.” Shane nodded. “Remember, I’ll be there with you.

Ryan nodded the immediate wake of nausea made him regret it. Shane rested his head on Ryan’s back, not stopping the soothing circular motion of his hand.

*****

A week later, Ryan and Shane sat in the lobby of a tattoo and piercing parlour. Both men felt out of place but Shane didn’t show it as much as Ryan did.

A large man covered in tattoos with a number of piercings can into the lobby. When he smiled, a piercing in his tongue the size of a marble could be seen.

“Hey! It’s the Ghoul Boys!” The man laughed. “My daughter loved your show. Now, what can I do for you?”

“I’ve been told you the Daith piercing?” Shane spoke.

“That I do. 40 bucks, even; takes about ten minutes cleaning and all; take six to eight weeks to heal.”

“What are the success stories you’ve heard?” Shane asked.

“I did the piercing for a young nurse upstate and she called me saying she hasn’t had a migraine for three years.”

“What do you think, Little Guy?” Shane looked to Ryan, his eyes gentle and warm.

“Alright. I’ll do it.” Ryan nodded slowly.

The owner of the shop got all the paper ready and lead the two men upstairs to where he did the piercings and tattoos.

“What side do you get the most headaches on?”

“The left,” Ryan finally opened his mouth.

“So, how exactly this work?” Shane asked as Ryan shakily sat in what sort of looked like a confused, if not converted, dentist chair.

“Well, I’m gonna clean the ear around and on where the ring is gonna go, insert the needle and the ring, and get the needle outta there,” the man explained as he set up everything he needed.

Ryan’s face lost all colour.

“Ry, you good?” Shane checked.

Ryan simply nodded and held his hand out for Shane to hold. Shane held the smaller hand and Ryan’s empty hand balled up the hem of his shirt into a tight.

“How did you two end up doing Unsolved together?” the man asked, opening a plastic bag Ryan couldn’t see from where he was sitting.

“I uh...I-I started the show on a whim with another guy but as the show’s following grew, so did the wanted content. He couldn’t out in so much time, so I asked Shane if he wanted to join in.” Ryan tried to keep his voice from shaking as he spoke.

“I accepted it as a joke and here we are years later,” Shane finished. “You’re gonna ruin your shirt. Gimme your other hand, Baby.” Shane clasped Ryan’s other hand in his.

“You two being together isn’t click-bait?” The man looked almost shocked.

“No,” Ryan answered simply. “We got together a couple of months after Shane joined the show.”

“That’s cute.”

Ryan jumped when something weird, cold, and wet touched the rim of his ear.

“Just a wet cotton swab, Little Guy. He’s cleaning the area.” Shane’s smile was small enough and Ryan was enough on edge that he didn’t pick up on it. “You’ll be okay.” Shane started gently rubbing his thumb across Ryan’s wrist in an attempt to calm the short man.

“Holy fuck am I a baby.” Ryan’s chuckle was nervous and forced.

“You be a baby and I’ll worry about everything. M’kay?”

Shane smiled again. This guy was pretty cool.

“Alright, this is gonna be the most painful part.”

Ryan tightened his hold on Shane’s hands, his whole body seeming to clench in fear.

“Deep breath in,” the man instructed. Ryan did so and squealed as the needle pierced him. “And out.”

Once Ryan released the breath, his breathing pick up speed and Shane cleaned closer.

“Breathe, Ry. You’re okay. Wiggle your toes. In...out...in...out…” Shane continued to coach Ryan’s breathing, giving words of encouragement.

"Now the ring," the man warned.

"This ain't gonna hurt as much but it's still uncomfortable."

Ryan squeaked as again as the small, cold, metal ring entred the new hole in his ear.

"All done."

Ryan loosened his grip on Shane's hands but didn't let go. He stayed seated for a few minutes, letting himself fully calm down.

"You okay, Little Guy?"

Ryan shakily nodded.

"You okay to get up? When we get home, I can make popcorn and we can find something to watch on Netflix." Shane adjusted the way he was sitting, unfolding his legs.

"Yeah. I think I'm good." Ryan pushed himself out of the chair and followed the two other men down the stairs.

The man tapped his tablet a couple of times and turned it towards Shane and Ryan so one of them could swipe a card. "$40 even."

Ryan moved to get his wallet but Shane beat him to his own and paid.

"Here's a sheet for the aftercare. I'm gonna give it to you because he still looks pretty fucking out of it. Clean it once in the morning and once in the evening; make sure to twist it. If you have any questions, call me. Don't ask your friends 'cause they don't fucking know either. The only stupid question is the question you don't ask."

*****

“It’s a good thing you sleep on your right side, huh?” Shane asked, holding Ryan in his arms as they cuddled. The smaller of the two men was happily curled into a tiny ball between Shane’s legs.

“My ear feels weird.”

“Does it hurt?” Shane tilted his head so he could Ryan’s face.

“Not really. It just feels weird. Like...it’s cold and sort of feels like it’s bleeding, but I can’t tell and I don’t wanna touch it.” Ryan paused, nuzzling his nose against Shane’s collar bone. “It feels like how metal tastes.”

Shane stretched a little more to get a look at Ryan’s ear. “It’s not bleeding. It does make you a little hotter, though, if that helps.”

Ryan laughed. “You know I’m gonna make you dry this thing with a cotton swab after I shower, right?”

“I was going to offer anyway. You have a tiny pain tolerance.”

#combefere's journal #read your imagines #shyan #buzzfeed unclean #otp: we took an oath #ryan and shane imagine #shane madej imagine #ryan bergara imagine #shane x ryan #daith earing

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artemismoon12writes · 4 years

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Title: Windsor Throws a Party (and Stuart is Technically Invited)

Daltonfic Big Bang; Week 4, Day 2; Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare

“That’s the spirit! The rest of you should take notes.” “It’s educational.” “Isn’t that what we’re in school for?” “The youth of tomorrow, learning tolerance one day at a time.”

The party might have gotten out of control. Perhaps. A smidge.

If you asked the twins, they had invited everyone on campus. There would be no one to drag them into Dean Ramsey’s office this year. If Logan wanted to complain about it, he could simply check his email for the invitation which came 2 minutes after they’d started up the music anyways. If he didn’t check his email, who were they to insist he came?

Besides that, they had made sure through word of mouth that some Stuarts did represent amongst the Windsor common room- if only to be used as a shield against the authorities at large. Ethan and Evan’s ‘secret stash’ was snuck throughout the house, and like fairy food, once you unknowingly partook you could not leave and work against them.

Kurt thought it was evil. Shane thought it was brilliant. But then again, Kurt hadn’t approved of much they did these days, working as the implementor of much of Blaine’s beleaguering prefect work. It didn’t mean he was going to shut down this party- rather, try to keep the freshman away from the “powdered sugar” on top of the doughnuts in the kitchen.

“Who invited Dobry?” A voice called from the top of the stairs, noticing the girls trickling into the common room.

“Not me!” Wes answered, trying to look innocent. “I’m not trying to get us in trouble after Katherine and the BBQ incident.”

“Don’t worry, Wes, we’ll vouch for you when campus security comes to kick us out.” Katherine said, kissing his cheek and crossing the room to join David on the makeshift dance floor.

It was a Dalton party. You couldn’t keep the freshman out anymore than you could keep the Dobry girls out it seemed. Lucy Westwood gave the cameras around the common room a good natured gesture, rude though it may be to her reclusive brother who refused to join them. Clay and Kaelan, their newest recruits into Windsor madness thought it was hilarious.

“You’re not scared he’ll do something to your Facebook?” Clay asked, buzzing despite Kurt steering him away from any of the Twins’ snacks.

Lucy looked at the freshman like he was nuts, “With all the blackmail I have on my brother dear, I don’t think so.”

“Wow, you’re so cool.” Clay said, wide-eyed as she flounced off in her four-inch pastel Mary-Janes. Kaelan knocked his shoulder to get him to pay attention to the Hanovers who were challenging them to table tennis with baseballs.

Across the room, a corner had already grown, with the twins in charge of the madness pulling people in as they tried to pass to go to the bathroom. You would not be released until you spun the bottle of Armagnac (emptied for this purpose).

“This is stupid.” Blaine said, roped into the circle of half-sober and mostly-high students.

“Oh stop being a wet blanket Anderson.” Adriana, one half of the warped mirror image Dobry had of the Brightmans, insisted. “Either spin, or go in a plant.”

“I am not going to the bathroom in the ferns…” Blaine said, horrified.

His boyfriend snorted, already captured into the circle. “I don’t know Blaine, these guys can’t take care of the ferns anyways.”

“We got Mom on board! Yeah!” Clay was hushed up again by Sara Tomlin, covering his mouth like she’d practiced it on her own freshman.

Blaine, reluctantly was forced to sit through the turns of Jeff and Lucy, tiny Regina Warburton and Brennan, and the catcalls of Derek Seigerson’s ex-girlfriend making a point to kiss Sadie Moore far longer than necessary.

“Wow, Casey, didn’t pick you for the other team.” Jackie said, nudging the Prima with her foot.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? It’s just a game. Duh.” Casey tossed her hair over her shoulder, winking at Sadie from across the circle. “How can I refuse an audience?”

“That’s the spirit Lambert!” Ethan and Evan chorused. “The rest of you should take notes.”

“It’s educational.”

“Isn’t that what we’re in school for?”

“The youth of tomorrow, learning tolerance one day at a time.” Ethan sighed, leaning against his brother’s shoulder dramatically, waving his hand at the circle.

Blaine rolled his eyes; trying to ignore Kurt and Reed’s laughter, or Shane’s giant smile at him.

Sebastian Smythe, there on the insistence of the Twins for the amount of chaos he’d already been causing in Stuart, passed by the circle with a bottle he dropped into Thad’s lap. “You guys are so boring. At least make it a drinking game.”

“If we’re so boring, why don’t you join?” Blaine accused.

Sebastian scoffed, “I already did my part. Ask your little scientist.”

Satoru blushed from across the circle, sitting next to Drew who just laughed. Thad took a fortifying swig from the bottle Sebastian had left them. He looked to be praying he’d get a girl; but the twins could be known to play tricks at parties like this.

“It was a good spin.” Neil confirmed, getting a shove from Satoru; who didn’t need reminding why his knees were tucked up to his chin.

“I bid you all a due.” Sebastian teased, with that faux-french accent of his lingering in their ears.

“Come back, it’s more fun with you in.” Alessio called, already a little more than drunk and finished with his own spin. Mika’d let him off easy when he started to try and pet her hair during the kiss.

“Let it go.”

It was Shane’s turn next, landing on Adriana Brightman. He frowned for a moment. “I can re-spin right?”

“Of course you c-” Blaine started before the chorus of “NO!”s made him jump. He looked around, shocked to see even Reed insisting on no re-spins. Reed?

“It’s unfair! You don’t get to pick! You spin, you kiss!” Casey insisted.

“Kiss! Kiss!” Nadia tried to get them to chant before collapsing into giggles against Alexandra’s shoulder.

“Coward!” Andriana challenged, hands on her hips. “I betcha can’t!”

Shane frowned. “I can!”

Reed giggled and pushed his boyfriend forward, “Do it!”

“Peer pressure, it works.” Evan commented, leaning forward with a devilish grin.

“They’re all so awful, I’m so proud.” Ethan continued.

Blaine glared, “Shut up you two, if he doesn’t want to-”

He didn’t get to finish because Reed and Andrea’s cheers cut him off. Shane broke away from Adriana, quickly enough some called foul, but he sat back on his feet and nodded proudly. “I’m no chicken!”

“There wasn’t even tongue!” Adriana complained.

“That’s optional.” Jackie shrugged. “Take it or leave it Brightman.”

“I am the greatest at this game!” Shane cheered; Reed patted his knee. “Yeah you are.”

Blaine would wonder why Reed was so supportive of this, until he saw the brownie crumbs littering the carpet around his brother and Reed. Ah, that’s what happened to Medel’s extra tray of brownies. Alright…

Next Neil O’Connor landed on Laura Bancroft, who took her kiss with the right amount of blustering embarrassment and confused elation- and then took Sadie out of the circle as they’d fulfilled their party duty. Dwight tried to escape the circle with them but was pulled back to Shane’s other side with a grunt. An attempt at good grace was made, failing when Laura could not clamber over the cross-legged group in a skirt without being a little awkward. Reed waved the two goodbye as they went to go bother Merril who had been avoiding that side of the room entirely.

“Can we get more Armagnac? Is that allowed?” Jackie asked.

“I’ll get some,” Blaine said about to get up before he was pulled back down.

“No way, you haven’t spun yet!” Ethan insisted.

“Fine! Then let me spin and leave!” Blaine insisted.

“Oh prefect, my prefect” Evan taunted. “It’s not nearly that easy!”

“He’s bringing the game down,” Andrea complained. “Let him spin and go.”

Blaine coloured, his cheeks heating up. “Uh-”

The chorus matched, and the bottle was passed to Blaine who twisted his wrist and prayed it didn’t land on Shane, or Reed, or-”

“Oliver?” Danny Abbot said, recently pulled into the circle.

“Wait, get the child out of here!”

“Who let Oliver sit here?”

Tiny Oliver Snow was promptly ejected from the circle; which they’d all been too out of it to notice he’d been in beforehand.

Drew shook his head, “God, I can’t believe Blaine was going to kiss the kid!”

“I was not going to kiss Oliver!”

“I guess you can have a resp-respe- new spin! That’s it- have one of those now.” Casey said, mocking in good fun, tips

The bottle spun again, this time to land on someone probably worse than Reed, but not as bad as Shane.

“Okay Anderson, you know half the girls in Dobry would kill to have your chance.” Casey laughed as Sara moved out of her spot to the centre of the circle.

“I’m gay!” Blaine insisted.

“And you spun in a co-ed circle.” Sara said, a hand’s length away from his face. The catcalls mostly came from Shane, who was redirecting his own chicken taunts (helped in part by Reed). She smiled and Blaine closed his eyes tight; just to feel a cool kiss at the corner of his mouth.

He stopped cringing, but the rest of the circle booed. Sara shrugged their complaints off, “I’m not awful guys. Give Anderson a break.”

“You wasted a kiss with Sara Tomlin, I’m straight and I’d jump on that chance!” Jackie said, kicking her feet out.

“Sure you’re straight Blake.” The Double As accused to Jackie’s middle finger.

“Can I leave now?” Blaine asked, getting up.

Kurt took the bottle next, “I don’t know, maybe you want to stay for this one?”

Blaine flushed, ah yes maybe. Reed nudged his roommate as Blaine watched his boyfriend spin the bottle. Ethan and Evan looked excited until it, disappointingly for the rest of the group, landed on Blaine.

Kurt smiled, “There we go. I’ll take my kiss to go if you guys don’t mind.”

“Cheater!” Shane booed, without much feeling behind it. Sara and some of the Hanover boys laughed. Blaine found himself pulled away from the circle gratefully, tugged towards the wall to get a kiss he’d much prefer.

Blaine’s dissent aside, the game continued into chaos. Drew landed on Sara, earning more scorn from the girls in the group; but enough of a show, to let him be safe from too much booing. Alexandra got Ophelia, who immediately slipped her tongue into Alexandra’s mouth with her valley girl courage, leaving Alexandra flushed and quieter than usual- though behind her hand they could spot a shy smile forming.

Hoots and hollers continued when Ethan and Evan took the full bottle, newly delivered by Todd (who was then ordered to join the group) and spun it as a pair.

“We’ll get it finished off in no time.” Evan insisted, as it pointed square towards Thad who started sputtering excuses about the pair of them spinning being unfair. The catcalls overwhelmingly did not let him get out of the kiss. Ethan opened the bottle, passing it to his brother as the group convinced Thad to not run away.

“Come on Thad, would you rather them land on you twice?” Todd laughed, “I know what you write in the-”

“What happens in Midnight Writers, stays in Midnight Writers dammit Todd!” Thad yelled back, wobbling as he got up on his knees to stab a finger in Todd’s direction. Maybe he’d had too much of Sebastian’s vodka. Maybe not.

Casey pushed him back up into the centre of the circle. “Come on, you’re not dating them. It’s a little kiss.”

“Just a peck!” Shane called.

“Nothing but a smooch.” Reed giggled into his boyfriend’s shoulder, who was truly feeling the brownies now.

“You guys all suck.” Thad accused, getting in front of the twins with determination flagging as they looked at him like appraising a new conquest. “Uh, just a kiss.”

“Your virtue is safe with us,” Ethan assured him, sounding less trustworthy by the second.

“Unless you ask otherwise.” Evan finished; drawing more catcalls.

“Uh, well…” Thad closed his eyes and leaned forward, scrunching his face as Ethan just pulled him forward into his lap, shocking any refusal out of him. He would have pulled away and complained, until he felt a hand around the back of his neck and Ethan moved. By the time Evan pulled him over, he’d made the most embarrassing groan and was red as a tomato.

“That means nothing.” Thad said quickly; unconsciously biting his lip.

The Brightmans laughed. “Sure. Sure it did.”

If Thad then took a pillow to hug, distracted for the rest of the game, it was no one’s business but his own he insisted. The vodka was finished quickly after that.

With Ethan and Evan’s turn complete, it was Allison’s turn. It was obvious to anyone she wanted it to land on one of the girls, her words supporting the boys but every single kiss she’d watched with open-mouthed want happening between the girls. She’d been speechless when Jackie’s first round had landed on Laura, and she’d kissed her senseless.

The bottle landed on Reed; Allison’s mouth twisted downwards, disappointed. Reed didn’t look so upset as she did, his boyfriend giggling and encouraging him like they’d done earlier.

“Why do we keep making the gay guys kiss girls?” Andrea complained. “It’s not fun.”

“Who said I’m gay?” Reed cut in, boldly as Allison blushed. The Dalton boys cheered him on, including his own boyfriend.

Allision pouted, she hadn’t wanted Van Kamp, she’d wanted Satoru, or Danny Abbot, she insisted to herself. But she couldn’t look like a chicken, planting herself in front of Reed determined.

Reed looked at her kindly. “I could do what Sara did for Blaine-”

She frowned at the older boy, talking under her breath. “That wouldn’t be fair.”

“It’s just a game-”

“Well I’m not gay like him, so I’m not chickening out.” She said sharply, keeping it quiet between the haze of his curls and her long hair falling in her face.

“Okay.” Reed said, unsure, leaning up to the taller girl to kiss her.

He tasted like brownies, and she was startled at how soft his mouth was. Fingers with band-aids on each one settled on her shoulders as they both swayed. It made sense; the twins wouldn’t let you walk away from one of their parties if you could just as easily crash on the floor because you’d gone so off the edge. She nipped at his lower lip, in a game that usually had boys wanting more; but felt rather empty as he pulled away from her with a simply smile, lingering no more than the cheering around them demanded. It was weird, she felt so detached for a moment.

“You’re a good kisser.” He said to her.

She frowned deeper. “Whatever.”

Sitting back, Allison passed the bottle over to Danny- who had been her actual choice, and she hoped he’d hand on her.

He didn’t in fact; Danny’s spin finding Todd across the circle, to Todd’s own quiet snort.

“Come on Danny boy, let’s see what Wes is missing out on.” Todd beckoned.

“Hey!” Wes said, hearing his name from the bathroom door. Danny tried not to look at him as he was pulled in for a long kiss.

“I knew it’d be fluffy.” Todd said, ruffling Danny’s hair, pushing him back to his side of the circle.

“You’re as bad from the as Alessio.” Mika said, barely heard over the music; though she said it with good humour, rebraiding her hair before more drunk students decided it held the secret of life and messed it up again.

“What? Its not a crime to appreciate the finer things in life.” Todd joked, one leg out and smiling.

“You’re certainly much less shy about it than last time there was a Windsor party.” Dwight pointed out, supporting Mika.

Todd grinned at his roommate. “Life is too short to not ruffle people’s hair. Unstuff your shirt Dwight, if they’re not a demon I say they’re free game.”

Dwight opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by the twins cheering on Andrea and Marcus Holland- who’d shown up despite his own misgivings about his former house. Another two left the circle, another few joined.

Casey spun again and landed on the twins, who had a much more eager- if less vocal- partner this time. Jeff’s second spin got Shane, who was an enthusiastic partner.

Jackie then took over, the bottle finished off again; it was her third spin of the game, as she’d been having too much fun to leave the circle. She’d been hoping for another Dobry girl, or at least one of her friends from the Motorbike bros, so at least she could have one she could go overboard and funny with. Todd would go along with it, even if Sadie’d already left the circle.

One person off wasn’t bad she supposed. “Okay Houston, pucker up.”

Todd laughed at his roommate, who looked ready to scramble up the walls. “She won’t bite.”

“I object to the moral grounding of this game!”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t disappoint me.”

Dwight blushed, “Hey!”

She bit her lip, crawling across the carpet with wicked humour in her eyes. “It’s only a kiss.”

“HOW COULD IT END UP LIKE THIS?” Shane yelled, rather than sang from beside them.

The circle burst into an impromptu sing-a-long, covering up the small squeak Dwight made when Jackie kissed him, softer than she would have liked, but the confused smile on his face was worth it. She punched his shoulder gently, “Told you it’d be fine.”

“No wonder you hang out with Sadie, you’re scary just like her.” Dwight said, using the sing-a-long to get up and scuttle around the circle to escape.

“Do I kiss like her?” She asked amused.

Dwight went a plum red, “I- what- NO!”

“Oh, so she’s better than me?”

“I have never- she’s my fr- AH!” Dwight threw up his hands and hurried into the other side of the room like he was being chased.

Todd snorted besides Dwight’s vacated seat. The circle was falling apart; around them various Primas, Royals, Hanovers, Windsors, and a couple of Stuarts ended up pairing off, singing or sharing drinks, or just starting up a contest of trying to climb the stairs without using their arms or legs (of which Thad was surprisingly winning).

Jackie nudged his shoulder, shoving Todd against the bookshelf to make room. “Is he always like this?”

“Most of the time.” Todd said, loudly enough she could hear him. “I’m surprised he didn’t throw salt at everyone a round earlier. He might have if he’d gotten the twins and not Kurt on his turn.”

“God, how can you live with him?” Jackie asked. “I’d go nuts.”

“He’s a good guy.” Todd assured her. “Besides, you’re worse than he could ever be. You jumped a car in the Denny’s parking lot last time we went out. I should be asking your roommates the same question.”

“I’m a special brand of weird.” Jackie insisted, sticking her tongue out at him. He pinched it- her screeching in response sending him into laughter. “You’re awful!”

“You love me Jackie, come on.” Todd teased, tapping the abandoned bottle at her.

“Hey, you landed on me, you know what that means.” She said, taking the bottle out of his hand. “No take backs.”

“I didn’t spin it.”

Jackie turned it around once clumsily and then pointed it back at herself. “There. I win.”

He rolled his eyes, but she got her wish anyways; pulling him down against her mouth with a smile, twisting her tongue against his as the party raged around them. She felt his hand in her hair, pulling at the thick strands. She’d have to make fun of him for that later. She braced against the bookshelf, swinging a knee over him to get closer to him.

“We should get some water. Just… cause.” Todd panted, unable to move back, wedged against the bookshelf the way they were. His glasses were askew, but the warm flush to his face made it look infinitely less dorky.

“Is there water in your room?” She asked, grinning into another kiss.

“Jackie…”

“Is there?”

“…yes.”

“Well then let’s go.”

The party continued long into the night. Some disappeared upstairs; others just fell asleep on the common room floor. Lucy was found curled up under the sink after winning an impromptu game of hide-and-seek which had ended 3 hours prior.

Han only flicked through his view screens; looking for campus security by the time 5am rolled around and he had to sound the alarm to disperse. No one thanked him for it; but when did they ever?

The twins called it one of their best parties ever.

Logan Wright called it an affront to good taste.

Julian Larson was just mad his invitation had been sent via carrier pigeon- because he really wanted to come.

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Note: Everyone except my OC Ophelia is a canon “Season 2″ character. I am not tagging every single character in this, by god that is far too many for an ensemble fic. I also give up because there would be too many potential ship tags.

#daltonfficbigbang2020 #daltonfic #oneshot #pg #lols #otp #brotp #windsor #stuart #hanover #prima #royal #artemiswrites

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Baby, You’re A Rich Man XVI

Chapter: 16/28

Rating: T (Violence Warning)

Summary: Ringo could never understand why that group of three boys made him feel so uncomfortable, or why the way George looked at him sent him into a panic. After a chance encounter Ringo discovers the truth and has no clue what to do with the information.

Tags: AU - Gangsters, Slow Burn, Smut, Eventual Romance, Violence, Angst

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

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Ringo had ducked off the stage as soon as he heard the gunshots, he hurt his ankle somewhat as he sloppily landed on the ground and took shelter in the nearest booth. The rest of the band had scattered, most of them heading through the door to the backstage area immediately, but Shane had remained scoping the area until his eyes landed on Ringo. He rushed over to where he was crouched under the table and seized his arm aggressively.

"We've gotta get out of here, now." He commanded, trying to pull Ringo out.

Ringo tried to push him away, attempting to loosen the tight grip he had on his arm "I can't Shane, not while George is still here."

Shane sighed "Don't be stupid, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Just come with me, Ringo, he's not worth dying for."

"You don't know him." Ringo smiled sadly "I can't leave him behind, I just can't. Just go, Shane."

Shane nodded solemnly, letting go of Ringo's arm and hurrying to the backstage door while trying to keep his body low. The initial gunshots had been followed by a series of screams, yells and the sound of glasses smashing. Ringo crawled out from under the table slowly, the dance floor had cleared completely and the sounds of screaming faded into the distance as the majority of the crowd managed to escape. He tried to keep his mind focused, as much as the terror of the whole situation tried to possess him he wouldn't allow himself to simply flee. As much as his mind told him that George was fine, that he'd know exactly what to do in this situation, he knew deep down that he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he left him behind. He crept behind one of the many pillars dotted around the room that allowed him to get a full view of what was going on. He could see bloody footprints and trails heading towards the main entrance and it made him wince, he only hoped the people managed to get out alive.

He could hear voices, then he spotted the suspicious men he'd noticed earlier huddled in the centre of the room. There was four of them, all holding guns in their hands, and they all set off in opposite directions after conferring with one another. Ringo moved to the next pillar as carefully as he could manage, then he could finally see the table where George had been sitting previously, but he was no longer there. Ringo froze. Was he dead? Had he managed to get out? Maybe Ringo was just being an absolute moron for sticking around and George was already searching for him outside. He had to take a deep breath and shake his head to bring himself back into his body, trying his best to spot George somewhere hidden. The issue with the club is that it had been designed for privacy, particularly the booths, that were hidden away in all of the corners or obstructed by huge pillars or ornaments so that you couldn't see directly into them. Ringo squinted his eyes as he thought he saw a glimmer on the floor of one of the booths, but before he could make out exactly what it was a hand grabbed him roughly from behind.

The hand covered Ringo's mouth, stopping him from screaming, and pulled him back further into the darkness of the club. Ringo struggled as best he could, but their other hand pinned his arms back and all he could do was wildly kick his legs. He paused for a second, trying his best to not let the panic overcome him, and was able to swing his leg backwards hard enough into his attacker's knee that his grip on Ringo's arms faltered and he was able to free himself. Ringo pushed himself away immediately, spinning around to land a punch on the man's face. But the man was far too quick for him, and he caught Ringo's arm and twisted it to force him down to the ground. Ringo cried out in pain as his face was pushed down into the dirty carpet, and he heard voices calling from the centre of the room.

"I've got one!" His attacker shouted, the pride in his voice clear.

Ringo then heard the sound of tape being ripped from above him and before he was able to think through the pain he felt his wrists being tied together sloppily. Then he was dragged by his hair into the centre of the room where the four men he'd seen originally seemed to be waiting for him.

"Well isn't he pretty in pink." One man laughed.

"Who is he? He's not one of theirs."

"No clue, but he was sneaking around that's for sure." His attacker spat on the ground next to Ringo's knees.

"I recognise him... I've seen him with the Harrison lad quite a few times."

"Is that so? He could be useful then."

"Should we take him back with us?"

"Just wait a minute, let me try something." One of the men grinned, walking over to Ringo and seizing him by the neck to bring him closer into the middle.

The man pulled out a gun and Ringo yelped, he was cursing himself for being so careless. He felt the cold metal of the barrel pushing against his temple as he knelt on the ground, his arm was throbbing in pain and he felt like bursting into tears.

"Now! We wouldn't want anything sour to happen to your little friend now, would we Harrison?" The man announced, looking around the room for any sign of movement "Let's just make this easy for all of us, come out now and we won't have to hurt him."

Silence.

What if George wasn't even here? He easily could've gotten away, and if so was Ringo just going to die all the same? Ringo squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he heard the hammer of the gun being pulled back. This was really it.

"Last chance! If you don't want to get brains all over your friends lovely suit I suggest you show yourself, now." He called louder this time.

Silence.

Ringo steadied his breathing, trying to ignore the sweat forming on his forehead or the way his throat burned with the desire to cry. He had to pray the man was bluffing, he had to pray for something.

"Alright!" A voice called from afar, and Ringo felt a mixture of relief and horror when he recognised it as George's.

Ringo's eyes shot open and searched desperately for him, trying not to jerk too violently, when he saw him stepping out from one of the booths with his hands up. Ringo had never seen a more pained expression on his face than when he saw Ringo in such a desperate position.

"Are you alone?" The man asked, his hand still gripping the gun "Where are the other two?"

"They got out." George said plainly, taking slow steps down the stairs and closer to the group.

"Why didn't you?" The man asked with a grin.

George glanced immediately to Ringo, but brought his gaze back to the man a second later "What do you want?"

"Well things got a little ugly the last time, didn't they? We're willing to give your guys another chance, to make up for all the mess you made. If you don't kick up a fuss this can all go smoothly. We don't want to kill you, we're not animals." The man said with the gun still pressed against Ringo's head.

"Fine." George sighed "But you don't need to take him, he's got nothing to do with any of this." He was struggling to hide the panic in his voice.

"I dunno... He must be pretty important to you, so I think we'll bring him along." He finally moved the gun away but Ringo wasn't any less tense.

"He's not." George said flatly, but it looked like there were tears in his eyes "I just don't want anyone getting hurt, I couldn't care less about him."

Ringo looked at George desperately but he wouldn't return his gaze.

"Is that so? I guess we won't be needing him then." The man tutted, then signalled to some of the other men to move.

Two men approached Ringo now, one roughly dragging him to stand up shakily onto his weak legs. He was returned once more to his helpless position with his arms pinned behind his back, then the second man approached with his fists raised. Ringo turned his head and shut his eyes as if it would lessen the pain, but he couldn't ignore the sting of the man's fist punching his stomach. He was hit again and again, the building was silent except for the sound of Ringo crying out in pain and the repeated noise of the punches landing on his body. Ringo managed to open his eyes and catch a glimpse of George who stood there watching, he could see the tension in George's body and how his hands were shaking as they were still held up above his head. As much as he knew George was trying to protect him through all this, it still hurt to know that George wasn't doing anything to stop it. Ringo wished he could fight back, to just do something, but his body was only growing weaker and his chances against a group of armed men were ridiculously slim.

After what felt like a lifetime, George finally spoke up in a strangled shout.

"Stop it! Jesus, fine... Do what you want with me just leave him alone." George had never sounded so desperate, and the tears in his eyes were beginning to fall "Please."

The man who had previously held the gun to Ringo's head, who he figured had to be the leader of this little group, chuckled when he saw how effectively his plan had worked. He made another signal with his hands and Ringo was once again dropped to the floor, his knees would've stung with pain if his body wasn't already drowning in agony. His face and torso were bruised and aching, he struggled to open one of his eyes and it hurt to breathe. George made a step to rush towards Ringo, his face completely distraught, but the man held up his gun again but this time pointed it at George.

"Let's not get carried away here. You forced us to do that, don't forget it." His voice was like poison "Now I think we've stayed here far too long already, we best be on our way."

The man nodded and the remaining two men rushed towards George, kicking the back of his leg to force him to the ground and taping his wrists together behind his back just as they had with Ringo. George didn't resist, his head was bowed in shame. Ringo stared at him defiantly, trying to send his thoughts into George's head so that he would finally look at him, but he never did.

When George was tied up, himself and Ringo were carried out hastily from the club where two cars were waiting. The streets were fairly empty given the time of night and Ringo wondered how the police hadn't arrived yet. The boots of the cars were opened and George and Ringo were carelessly tossed inside like luggage. When darkness descended onto Ringo as the boot was shut with him inside, the panic really began to set in. It was pitch black in there and it made no real difference whether his eyes were open or not. He tried to struggle in his restraints but it was no use, he wasn't going to get out of them by himself. Then the car's engine turned on and it began to speed off down the road, rocking Ringo around in the boot roughly. None of this felt real, it was like some disorientating nightmare.

He began to curse himself for not running out of the club with everyone else, but then his mind debated what might've happened to George if he hadn't. It probably would've turned out for the best, both of them managing to escape and reunite without any problems at all, but Ringo just had to be so careless. There was no use dwelling on it now, he just had to pray that he'd get out of here alive. They had said they didn't want to kill them, but they didn't strike Ringo as the most trustworthy people. His whole body was still aching, he'd never experienced pain like this before and he hoped he never would again. He hoped the worst of it was over, and that it wouldn't be long before someone came to save them. George had told him about what had happened with Paul before, and they'd gotten him out safely, but it had also resulted in George getting stabbed and a bunch of dead bodies. Ringo shuddered in the darkness, trying to keep his mind as calm as it could be in a situation like this, but it wasn't easy.

After a long while the car came to a halt, Ringo tried to guess how long they'd been driving for and estimate where they might've ended up but it was near impossible. The boot was opened once more, the light flooding in blindingly, and Ringo was thrown out onto the hard road.

"Get up." The man said gruffly, forcing Ringo to his feet and shoving him forward.

They were at some kind of abandoned building, Ringo didn't recognise it which only made him feel all the more uneasy. He was ushered inside carelessly, he could barely walk but he had to keep going, until they came to a small, bare room which was lit by a single hanging light bulb. The man shoved Ringo forward harshly, causing him to fall to the floor yet again, and then slammed the door shut. Ringo hastily looked around the room for some way out, for something to get his bindings off him but it was stripped bare. A few moments later the door opened again and George was thrown to the ground in front of him, and this time when the door was shut he could hear it being locked.

Ringo wanted to rush over to George, to wrap his arms around him and hold him close, but he couldn't. They both looked at one another with pain in their eyes, and it was George who spoke first.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Ringo. This is all my fault, I never should've got you that job in the first place. It's all my fault." George sounded close to tears and it pained Ringo more than any injury he'd endured.

"George." Ringo spoke softly "You can't blame yourself. I shouldn't have stayed behind to look for you, it's my own stupid fault."

"I'm not gonna let them hurt you anymore." George began sounding angry but his eyes were still filled with tears "Over my dead body."

"Please, George, just calm down. Everything's gonna be alright, they'll send someone for us just like they did for Paul, right?" Ringo tried his best to smile comfortingly, but his face was all bruised and bloodied.

"Eventually... But there's no knowing how long that'll be. We've really pissed these guys off, and I don't trust them one bit." George spat "We have to get out of here ourselves."

"How are we gonna manage that?"

"I dunno yet, I'll think of something..."

"What about your knife, do you still have it?"

"No, they took it off me right quick. We just need something sharp to pierce through the tape, then we can at least be up and moving." Ringo had never heard George sound so focused.

Ringo racked his brain to think of something, looking around the small room and then over at George "What about your belt?"

"What?"

"Your belt... You know, that sharp bit on the buckle. Would that work?"

"It's worth a shot." George smiled now and it eased Ringo's pain somewhat.

George stood up then as best he could, wobbling as he did, then walked over to Ringo who did the same.

"It's gonna be fiddly, but you've gotta try to push it through the tape hard enough to make a hole. Once you've done that I should be able to get them off you." George explained "Just relax, alright?"

Ringo nodded then turned his back to George so that his hands could awkwardly reach for his belt. It would've been a lot easier if he could see what he was doing, but he knew his captors weren't really considering what was best for him. With his wrists pressed so close together it was difficult to get a grip on the thin piece of metal and even more difficult was trying to angle it so it could hit his restraints. Ringo began to get flustered, losing grip of the metal or moving his wrists down too quickly and missing it entirely. This wasn't going to work, and the panic in his mind began to rise again. George noticed he was getting frustrated and rested his chin on Ringo's shoulder.

"Calm down, love. Just breathe, and try again. I'm right here with you." He whispered, kissing Ringo's neck lightly before pulling back so Ringo could try again.

Ringo took a deep breath and got hold of the metal once more, then pulled his wrists upwards and slammed them down hard until he felt it pushing through the tape. He gasped, even though he felt it tearing at his skin somewhat he didn't care.

"It's through." Ringo breathed, but he felt more tense than he had previously.

"Well done. Now I'm gonna try and rip them off you, hold still." George was still whispering as he turned around to get his finger through the small hole Ringo had created.

Ringo felt George pulling at the tape desperately, but it wouldn't tear and he heard George sighing behind him. He tried again with more force but to no avail.

"I'm gonna have to use my teeth. Can you get up against the wall, love?" George spoke softly and Ringo appreciated how much George was trying to calm him.

Ringo obliged and pressed his front up against the wall, George knelt down behind him and kept adjusting his angle as he tried to get a grip with his teeth. It was awkward to say the least, and Ringo only felt appreciative that he was stuck with George rather than anyone else. After a few tries George managed to get a grip of the restraint in his mouth and he jerked his neck to try and tear it. At first nothing happened but Ringo remained calm, he had to trust George that this was going to work. Then he heard a ripping sound, it was only short but it was something.

"Alright, almost there. You're doing so good, Ringo, just stay calm." George's voice was tight.

He set to work again and it wasn't long before he had ripped through the tape, Ringo couldn't help thinking how useful George's sharp teeth must've been in all this, and finally Ringo could move his arms freely. The restraints were lose enough that Ringo could break through them and the feeling of the tape falling to the ground was something beyond relief. He turned around with an ecstatic expression in his face and quickly set to work on freeing George too. It wasn't easy, the tape was thick and tight, but he persevered and soon they were both free.

Immediately George captured Ringo in a hug, pulling the older man closely to him and taking in a deep breath.

"You did it." George said softly "God you're brilliant, Ringo."

"Let's not get too excited just yet." Ringo chuckled, holding George tightly "We still have to get out of here."

"Right." George huffed, pulling away reluctantly "I've got a plan. Just do what I say and we should get out of here in one piece, alright?"

"Alright." Ringo breathed.

"Before we try this, I just wanna say..." George's voice trailed off "You mean an awful lot to me, Ringo, and I'll do everything I can to keep you safe. If it comes down to it and you can get out without me, I want you to go, okay?"

"George don't be insane, I'm not gonna leave here without you." Ringo placed his hand on George's neck gently.

"Please, Ringo, I couldn't live with myself if you- If..." George struggled to meet Ringo's gaze.

"You've gotta get this in your head, George, we're in this together. No matter what happens I'm gonna be here with you, yeah?" Ringo smiled weakly "I care about you, George, more than anything... In case I don't get a chance to say this: I love you, okay?"

George looked up at Ringo in alarm, those were the last words he was expecting to hear right now. Ringo looked afraid, as though he instantly regretted the words as soon as he said them but when he opened his mouth to explain himself, George silenced him with a kiss. It was a short kiss, but a passionate one, and George whispered in Ringo's ear as he pulled away.

"I love you too, Ringo."

"Really?"

"Really." George smiled, his hand caressing Ringo's check "Now let's get out of here so I can show you how much I mean it."

"Alright, what's the plan?"

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