#my mc: izzy parker

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“You call the shots, Izzy. Well…unless you change your mind. And in that case…”

Commission from the lovely @pocuspeonies ❣ 

(this accompanies Long Live The Queen)

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Three Soldiers and a Baby | Part Eleven

summary: Three handsome bachelors find their day to day operations disrupted when an unexpected new roommate (who comes complete with a diaper and a pacifier) shows up at their doorstep. How will they deal with this new and baffling responsibility without losing their minds or killing each other in the process?

pairings: Bucky x Reader (eventual) featuring Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

warnings: none, just make-believe goodness and cute boys with a baby

a/n: Well, looks like the cats outta the bag! I could literally keep writing this series for ages. So much fluff, so much cute boys with babies. I need it. We all need it! Anyways, here part 11 I hope you like it, loves! I’m gonna continue writing a new little something something. 😘

*warning to mobile users, the “keep reading” tab may not work so apologies in advance*

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 |

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“Bucky, we called you.” Steve breathed out, finally getting his heart rate to return to normal. “Why didn’t you answer?”

“Oh right, sorry about that, pal. I meant to text back, but me and Ellie were a little busy. Huh, baby girl?” He spoke down to her as they started to sway again. “We had a nice warm shower together, didn’t we? Then we played with some toys and I told her about some of the adventures I’ve had.” Bucky looked back up to the others. “Only the good ones, of course. Not the nightmares.”

No one at the door had bothered to make a move yet. Unconsciously deciding to stay rooted in place as the surrealness of the situation washed over them. Bucky started to pick up on their apprehension and instead decided to take action, addressing his curious friends. “Stop standing around like a buncha idiots and come meet my daughter, would ya?”

After that night with some of the team coming over to meet Ellie, the rest of them started pouring into the Brooklyn apartment to introduce themselves to her. There were some initial questions and concerns, but soon everyone was on board. They were happy for Bucky and completely charmed by his little girl. When Tony and Pepper came over they even brought a little Bucky Bear toy from an Avengers line of merchandise which Ellie instantly fell in love with. There was still no plan to announce anything to the public and Steve checked in with headquarters to make sure that they kept a close eye on the small family. Ellie was well protected and loved, which went a long way to ease some of the stresses they were facing.

There was still no news on your whereabouts so Bucky’s paranoia was starting to get the best of him. He knew you were a strong and capable woman, but that didn’t stop him from worrying and caring about you. Whatever was keeping you away had to be big, he was sure of it, but what? He couldn’t stop asking himself all these what if questions. Driving himself crazy and replaying events in his mind. He had done the math and realized that when you ended the relationship, you had to be a few months into your pregnancy with Ellie. Bucky thought maybe you didn’t think he was cut out to be a dad. That he wasn’t cut out to have a normal life with a family. It pissed him off, but mostly it just made his heart ache with what could have been.

One night while Ellie was sleeping, the three men went out onto the balcony terrace to share a much delayed, but congratulatory cigar for Bucky. He was quiet, though, as he so often was at night while Ellie slept and he had more time to think about you. Steve always did his best to reassure his friend about the girl he was finally telling them so much about. He told them about how the relationship started and all you did for him. You made him feel like a human again. They could even tell back then when the relationship was still going on that you were something special. One of Bucky’s biggest regrets was not taking more time to appreciate you and show you how much he cared. He even showed the guys some of the pictures you two had taken together and in each one they could see just how happy you made him. It wasn’t surprising that such a good looking pair came together to make a beautiful baby like Ellie. 

“She’s okay, Buck. From everything you told us about her, she’s gonna make it through whatever’s going on.” 

“How do you know that, though, Steve? It’s been weeks and we still haven’t heard anything from her. What if something happened?” He dreaded to even think about it, but that was the cruel reality he currently faced.

“Stop being such a pessimist, Barnes. If your girl is anything like you say she is then she’s making it through. She’ll come back to you two. You’ll see.” Sam leaned back in his chair puffing on his cigar, tired from a long day of playing with Ellie. 

Bucky looked over to the man on the left and stared at him somewhat suspiciously. “What is this, Sam? Lately you haven’t been on my ass as much. Even, dare I say, you’ve been kinda nice.”

Sam shrugged as he held the large cigar between his teeth and huffed. “You haven’t been doing much to piss me off is all I guess. Or maybe I’m just being manipulated by that little girl of yours. Yeah that’s it. You have that baby of yours to thank for me not kicking your ass lately.”

Bucky laughed, appreciative of the people he had in his life who made this whole ordeal a little bit easier for him to handle. It only made him think that you had faced all this on your own for months and had no one to go to. “Yeah, she is pretty amazing isn’t she? Gets it all from her mother.” He was sure of it. 

“Oh that I had no doubt about,” Sam confirmed.

As the days passed, the boys decided it was time to get Ellie out of the apartment for a little while and brought her over to the far more spacious, yet secluded, Compound for a few days. They each had rooms there and Tony made sure that it was furnished for Ellie as well. He had even brought Morgan over to meet the other little girl in the growing Avengers family. The two hit it off instantly and when Morgan’s favorite “uncle” Peter Parker came over to visit, the three of them played together for hours. 

“Hey, if you guys ever need a babysitter, I’m totally okay with helping out,” Peter offered after spending most of the afternoon playing dress up with Morgan and tickling Ellie playfully. 

“Sounds good, Queens.” Steve laughed at the eager kindness the young man was showing. 

“You even know how to change a diaper, Spidey?” asked Sam, staring down the kid with a raised eyebrow.

“I can learn! Can’t be too hard if you’ve been doing it all this time, right?”

Peter ran the moment he saw Redwing rising in the distance, shouting out his apologies as he swung off into the treeline away from Sam’s lethal winged minion. 

Ellie continued to surprise them with how well behaved and sweet she was. Although the only time she did put up a bit of a fuss was when her growing teeth would start to bother her. Bucky couldn’t bear to hear her distressed cries, but he did all that he could to make her as comfortable as he could. Every kind of teething toy on the market was bought for her, but what seemed to calm her down the most was when Bucky would sing to her. He had a surprisingly good voice too. The low and deep sounds seemed to help Ellie relax better than anything else. So one late night when even Bucky was struggling to get her to sleep, he called in the help of his two best friends. They filed into Bucky’s room where Ellie’s crib was currently stationed and knelt down beside her. A tune from The Spaniels was there go to in moments like these. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart, well it’s time to go. I hate to leave you, I really must say. Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.” They all sang quietly as Ellie stared up at them with weary eyes. “Well, it’s three o’clock in the morning. Baby, I just can’t treat you right. Well, I hate to leave you, baby. I don’t mean maybe, because I love you so.”

By the end of the song, Ellie’s rhythmic breathing had evened out and her eyes had fallen shut. She was fast asleep. They all stared down at her sleeping face and felt an overwhelming love for the little girl that had stolen their hearts. Suddenly there was a knock at the door that broke them from their reverie and instantly put them on edge. No one was supposed to be able to get this far into the building without at least some kind of warning that they had a visitor. Much like the night when Bucky first got home, Steve moved to grab his shield and the other two men grabbed weapons that they had stashed in their secret weapons lockers.

Quietly, they shut the door to Bucky’s room to keep Ellie from picking up on the tense situation. They moved without a sound through the apartment, each taking precautions as they neared the front door. The knock came again, but this time with a faint, but distinct sound.

“Bucky?” A woman’s voice could barely be heard through the door, but it was enough to make Bucky drop his weapon to his side and run forward. He unlocked the door as fast as he could and swung it open completely to reveal the figure he had been dying to see after all this time. There you stood with bloodshot eyes, holding yourself protectively as you stared into the eyes of the man you had missed so much since the day you said goodbye. 

a/n: are you my mummy?? Yes, child, yes it’s mama!! Whatever shall the boys do next?

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Noticias de la semana: Las cuatro nuevas series de 'Juego de Tronos'

El futuro de Game of Thrones

HBO ya ve cerca el final de Juego de Tronos y empieza a pensar en el futuro de la franquicia. La cadena ha comenzado a hablar con George R.R. Martin y otros cuatro guionistas para desarrollar cuatro series que explorarían historias de distintas épocas de este universo, sin aclarar si serían precuelas, secuelas o spin-offs. Estos guionistas son Max Borenstein (Kong: Skull Island, Minority Report), Jane Goldman (Kick-Ass, Kingsman), Brian Helgeland (Mystic River, A Knight's Tale) y Carly Wray (Mad Men, The Leftovers), que no tienen ninguna relación con la serie original. Weiss y Benioff no están unidos a estos proyectos actualmente, pero serían productores ejecutivos de cualquiera de ellos junto a Martin si llegasen a materializarse. Sin prisa, su futuro depende de los guiones. [Fuente]

Eric Dane pide una pausa

Tras volver de dos semanas de vacaciones, la producción de The Last Ship vuelve a detenerse hasta el 29 de mayo a petición de Eric Dane, que quiere tratar su depresión. En 2011, Dane buscó ayuda profesional para su adicción a los analgésicos prescritos tras una lesión deportiva. Todavía no hay fecha de estreno de la cuarta temporada, pero no se esperan retrasos ya que se ha completado su grabación. Ya se centran en la quinta, que se emitirá en 2018. [Fuente]

Renovaciones de series

Hulu ha renovado The Handmaid's Tale por una segunda temporada

SundanceTV ha renovado Hap and Leonard por una tercera temporada

Hulu ha renovado Freakish por una segunda temporada

Sky1 ha renovado Jamestown por una segunda temporada

BBC One ha renovado Line of Duty por una sexta temporada

ITV2 ha renovado Plebs por una cuarta temporada

Cancelaciones de series

FOX ha cancelado Pitch tras su primera temporada

NBC ha cancelado Emerald City tras su primera temporada

Incorporaciones y fichajes de series

Anna Paquin (True Blood, X-Men) y Terrence Howard (Empire, Wayward Pines) protagonizarán el episodio "Real Life" de Electric Dreams. Serán una agente de policía y un diseñador de juegos que se unen para atrapar peligrosos asesinos.

Alec Baldwin (30 Rock, Saturday Night Live) será George Tenet, exdirector de la CIA, en The Looming Tower, la miniserie de Hulu sobre el 11-S.

Will Chase (Nashville, Smash) será recurrente en la segunda temporada de Stranger Things como Neil Mayfield, padre de una familia recién llegada a Hawkins.

The Guest Book, la nueva comedia de TBS sobre los huéspedes de un hotel en un pueblo de montaña, tendrá a Kellie Martin (Life Goes On), Charlie Robinson (Hart of Dixie, Night Court), Aloma Wright (Suits, Scrubs), Carly Jibson, Lou Wilson, Garret Dillahunt (Raising Hope, The Mindy Project), Laura Bell Bundy (Anger Management, Hart of Dixie) y Eddie Steeples (My Name is Earl). También contará con Margo Martindale, Danny Pudi, Jenna Fischer, Kate Micucci, Jaime Pressly, Stockard Channing, Michael Rapaport, Andrew J. West, John Ortiz, David Zayas, Shannon Woodward, Stephnie Weir, Tommy Dewey, Lauren Lapkus, Michaela Watkins y Mary Lynn Rajskub como invitados.

Sheryl Lee Ralph (Moesha, Instant Mom) y Carly Jibson serán recurrentes en la segunda temporada de One Mississippi.

Joel Johnstone (Getting On, The Astronaut Wives Club) y Caroline Aaron (Edward Scissorhands, Cellular) serán recurrentes en The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel como Archie, compañero de trabajo y mejor amigo de Joel Maisel (Michael Zegen), y Shirley Maisel, la madre de Joel.

Efrat Dor (The Zookeeper's Wife, Asfur) será recurrente como Katrina, esposa de la alcaldesa Antonia Peña (Alexandra Barreto), en Mayans MC, todavía en fase de piloto.

Izzie Steele (Pillow Talk) será recurrente en Dirk Gently como Tina Tevetino, agente de policía.

Emily C. Chang (The Vampire Diaries) será recurrente en The Bold Type como Lauren, editora ejecutiva.

Max Greenfield (New Girl) se incorpora a la tercera temporada de American Crime Story: The Assassination of Gianni Versace. Su personaje se desconoce. Ya está rodando las escenas.

Pósters de series

      Nuevas series

NBC ha dado luz verde a Rise, drama musical antes conocido como Drama High y basado en el libro de Michael Sokolove (2013), sobre el profesor de instituto y padre de familia Lou Volpe. Protagonizada por Josh Radnor (How I Met Your Mother), Shannon Purser (Stranger Things, Riverdale), Auli'i Cravalho (Moana), Marley Shelton (Death Proof, Planet Terror), Rosie Perez (Search Party), Rarmian Newton (The Family), Amy Forsyth (The Path), Damon Gillespie, Shirley Rumierk (Collateral Beauty), Joe Tippett, Ted Sutherland, Taylor Richardson y Casey Johnson. Escrita por Jason Katims (Friday Night Lights, Parenthood) y producida por Jeffrey Seller (Hamilton).

NBC encarga también For God and Country, de los productores de Homeland, escrita por Dean Georgaris (Tristan + Isolde, The Manchurian Candidate) y protagonizada por Mike Vogel (Under the Dome, Bates Motel) y Anne Heche (Hung, Aftermath), sobre los militares de élite que se juegan la vida en operaciones encubiertas tras las líneas enemigas. También participan Sofia Pernas (Jane the Virgin), Tate Ellington (Quantico, Shameless), Natacha Karam, Demetrius Grosse (Westworld, Banshee), Noah Mills (Sex and the City 2) y Hadi Tabbal.

Hulu ha encargado diez episodios de Marvel's Runaways, sobre varios adolescentes que descubren que sus padres fueron villanos. Con Gregg Sulkin (Faking It), Rhenzy Feliz (Casual), Virginia Gardner (The Goldbergs), Ariela Barer (One Day at a Time), James Marsters (Buffy), Ever Carradine (The Handmaid's Tale), Annie Wersching (The Vampire Diaries), Kip Pardue (Driven), Kevin Weisman (Alias), Brigid Brannagh (Army Wives), Ryan Sands (The Wire) o Angel Parker (American Crime Story).

Syfy ha adquirido Ghost Wars, trece episodios de Simon Barry (Continuum, Van Helsing) sobre un pueblo de Alaska invadido por fuerzas paranormales. La serie cuenta con Avan Jogia (Victorious), Vincent D'Onofrio (Daredevil), Kim Coates (Sons of Anarchy), Kristin Lehman (The Killing, Motive) y Meat Loaf (Fight Club).

Hulu ha dado luz verde directa a The First, creada, escrita y producida por Beau Willimon (House of Cards), sobre la primera misión tripulada a Marte en un futuro cercano.

Luz verde directa en Paramount Network a diez episodios de Yellowstone, drama escrito y dirigido por Taylor Sheridan (Hell or High Water, Sicario) sobre la familia dueña del mayor rancho de Estados Unidos, bajo ataques diarios de sus vecinos: una reserva india, el parque nacional y agentes de urbanismo.

Ruth Wilson (The Affair, Luther) interpretará a su propia abuela, que descubrió que su difunto esposo era un espía del MI6 y escritor de thrillers y tenía otra mujer y tres hijos, en The Wilsons (3 episodios). Fue su abuela la que tuvo que contactar con la primera esposa, pero será ésta la que llegue a la puerta de Alison Wilson en la trama que ha escrito Anna Symon (Dark Matters: Twisted But True) para BBC One inspirándose en la historia real.

BBC One y PBS han encargado la adaptación en tres episodios de Little Women, la novela de Louisa May Alcott (1868). Escribe Heidi Thomas (Call the Midwife) y dirige Vanessa Caswill (Thirteen, My Mad Fat Diary).

BBC One ha encargado la adaptación en tres episodios de The War of the Worlds, la novela de H.G. Wells (1898). Escribe Peter Harness (Doctor Who, Wallander).

BBC One y Netflix emitirán Giri/Haji - Duty/Shame (ocho episodios), sobre un detective de mediana edad de Tokio que viaja a Londres en busca de su hermano, a quien creía muerto y ahora parece haber reaparecido como miembro de la Yakuza y buscado por el asesinato de un hombre de negocios japonés. De Joe Barton (Humans, Our World War).

BBC One tendrá seis episodios de Informer, thriller contemporáneo de Rory Haines y Sohrab Noshirvani sobre un joven paquistaní de Londres obligado a informar como encubierto por un agente de la lucha contra el terrorismo.

BBC One encarga también A Very English Scandal, adaptación en tres episodios del libro de John Preston, sobre la historia real de Jeremy Thorpe, el primer político juzgado por conspiración e incitación al asesinato, concretamente de su examante Norman Scott, en los años setenta, poco después de la legalización de la homosexualidad en Reino Unido. Escribe Russell T. Davies (Cucumber, Doctor Who) y dirige Stephen Frears (Philomena, Florence Foster Jenkins).

BBC One encarga Come Home, drama de tres episodios de Danny Brocklehurst (Ordinary Lies, The Five), sobre una madre que abandona a su marido y sus tres hijos en Irlanda del Norte. Con los productores de Happy Valley y Last Tango in Halifax.

BBC One encarga Black Narcissus, adaptación en tres episodios de la novela de Rumer Godden (1939), sobre la represión sexual y el amor prohibido en el Nepal de los años treinta. Escribe Amanda Coe (Apple Tree Yard).

BBC Two encarga Summer of Rockets (seis episodios), serie semiautobiográfica de Stephen Poliakoff (Close to the Enemy) ambientada en la Guerra Fría en 1957.

BBC Three encarga Overshadowed (ocho episodios), basada en la obra de Eva O'Connor (2015) sobre una chica cuya vida se descontrola al conocer al monstruo de la anorexia personificado. Escrita por la propia O'Connor y Hildegard Ryan, está producida por Kay Mellor (In the Club, The Syndicate).

Otras imágenes

Marvel's Inhumans

Hayley Atwell y Matthew Macfadyen en Howards End

Naomi Watts, Billy Crudup y Sophie Cookson en Gypsy

    Fechas de series

La tercera temporada de El Ministerio del Tiempo llega a TVE el 15 de mayo

Three Girls se estrena en BBC One el 16 de mayo

White Gold se estrena en BBC Two el 22 de mayo

La segunda temporada de Wrecked se estrena en TBS el 20 de junio

La segunda temporada de Still the King (CMT) llega el 11 de julio

Tráilers de series

House of Cards - Temporada 5

The Defenders

Inhumans

Sense 8 - Temporada 2

Twin Peaks

Once Upon A Time - Episodio musical

Still the King - Temporada 2

Nashville - Temporada 5

White Gold

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Long Live the Queen - Colt x MC

Author/Reader’s note: I usually write Izzy as the studious, stubborn girl who grows to love Colt against her will but it’s just... not enough to make her ever stray from the path she has for herself. I’d never entertained the idea of her running away with Colt. Until now. SKJFJF ENJOY!!

(This was originally meant for Colt’s day, but I actually think it’s a better fit for MC’s!) 

Summary: If Izabel Parker had attended college, she’d have a degree by now. Funny how things change. 

Word Count: 1600+

tag list: it’s been too long and looking at old tag lists confused me?? I’m sorry y’all

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The music is so loud it pulses, and Izzy feels the beat everywhere in her body. She’s attended too many sideshows to count now, either on business or for the sheer hell of it, and she can’t help biting back the grin that spreads across her face each time. There’s an energy that thrums when people of all walks of life get together in L.A. and Izzy is addicted to the feeling. It’s a bit like returning home. She almost appears to be the innocent girl of a few years ago; the one who’s biggest problem was butting heads with her detective father for independence and certainly didn’t sport a tattoo denoting her allegiance to the Mercy Park Crew. But she didn’t need inked skin to prove a thing.

Colt made good on his word and slowly rebuilt from the ground up, the autobody shop only a portion of the changes that had taken place. Word soon spread that the MPC was functional again and new leadership had taken the helm, and Izzy was by his side through it all. Turning her back on family and friends had been the hardest part, but she argued that they’d be fine without her and they wouldn’t truly understand. Life would go on, just like it had when her mother passed. 

A part of her would always belong to Colt, and with a heavy heart, Izzy began the next part of her own life, more terrified with how weightless she felt over any fear of straying from her original plans. She became a powerhouse in her own right who didn’t take shit and had even less patience for those who did. The others deferred to her leadership, and the power was dizzying. Izzy used to think she was playing pretend until one day the division between past-her and present-her was no longer distinguishable. Physically, she wasn’t very intimating and she knew it, but those who’d underestimated her had learned too late what a mistake that was. Those who hadn’t learned unfortunately never received a second chance to do so. Her cold, ruthless way had earned her respect as well as a few enemies, and while Izzy had made her bed with criminals, she couldn’t bring herself to regret any of it. She’d laughed at Colt’s insinuation that they could rule the streets like royalty, but here they were years later doing exactly that. She’d never been more in her element.

“Whatchu doing out here all alone, Lil Mama?” Izzy’s attention turns from the drag race she was partly invested in to the heavily pierced man with skin so smooth she aches to run her fingers along it, and candy yellow shoes that cost twice as much as the 2018 Verge Paladin she’s spent the past week fixing up to be resold to a special buyer with deep pockets. The sparkle dims a bit in her eyes as she sizes the stranger up, shifting into her steeled persona with ease. She’s always on but she finds that some people tend to be distracted by a pretty face against their best intentions. She has no qualms about taking advantage of it. 

“And what makes you think I’m alone?” Izzy bites berry colored lips, her tone suggesting she could be flirting back, but she’s pleased that this interaction only confirms that many people outside of the crew don’t truly know who she is. Her body’s on display tonight but it’s not for the consumption of the men or the women who take second and third glances at her braided updo paired with her plunging neckline and body-tight jeans. She doesn’t always dress up, but when she does she can’t help when it becomes a production. It’s a breather from being covered in grease and smelling like exhaust fuel. The stranger takes that as an invitation to step closer, but Izzy doesn’t do anything to close the distance. Instead, she gives him an amused smile, anticipating his next move. He grins back, all white teeth and a dimple in his left cheek that plays down the metal in his ears and face. He could at least pretend not to be so eager.

“I didn’t see you come in with anybody...” Izzy laughs, full and bright, noting that he doesn’t look offended. His confidence will be his downfall. She tucks a loose curl behind her ear, remembering the magnetic pull of a friend she hasn’t seen in years. She channels Mona and it works like a charm every time. Izzy pulls back her wandering thoughts before she forgets where she is, hoping her expression didn’t change.

“So... you’ve been watching me?”

“Can’t help but notice you.” Izzy shakes her head, laughing a second time, and the young man’s responding smile is smug, like he holds all the cards. He puts even less space between them, so sure of himself that Izzy almost feels bad for him. Almost. She presses her lips together before looking into his eyes with a solemnness that snuffs out any heat between them. “As long as you’re just noticing, then I guess that’s alright.” There’s a warning laced in her words, but like many pushy assholes who refuse to read between the lines, it goes unheeded. “But where’s the fun in that?” His eyes have dropped to her breasts and Izzy swallows back a sigh. 

There’s movement behind her and she knows who it is without turning around, even if he didn’t speak and stood as stoic and intimidating as his late father. But Colt’s smart mouth won’t pick silence where sarcasm and carefully spoken barbs are his weapons of choice. Colt slides an arm around Izzy’s waist, slowly pulling her into his side, and when Izzy turns to take in his expression, she catches the fire in his eyes. The blood drains from the stranger’s face as he puts the pieces together. Colt smiles, but it’s the dangerous kind, and the exact one that sets off a twin flame in Izzy. She’s annoyed that she’s turned on right now, especially when she’s annoyed he’s unnecessarily stepped in. “Aww, Collins, didn’t anyone tell you I’ve never been a fan of sharing?” Izzy hides her shock behind a placid smile, trying to recall why the name sounds so familiar. People lie about identities all the time, especially when dealing with the crew, but sometimes names stick out in her memory. She brushes the thought aside to turn over later. 

“I didn’t...I thought...we were just...” Collins stutters, taking in Colt and Izzy’s closeness, the processive arm the MPC leader has around who he didn’t recognize as “The Queen”. There’s true fear in Collin’s voice and stance as he trips over words in half uttered apologies. Colt doesn’t have the patience to watch him grovel and guides Izzy away. She doesn’t miss the way his hand slides lower, caressing her ass, and Izzy scoffs at his antics. He only smirks in response, reminding her of her fury. “Don’t think I’ve seen this shirt before, Izz.” It’s a worthy distraction from her irritation but not enough to skip straight to forgiveness. Colt knows her too well, pulling Izzy into an all-consuming kiss that leaves no room for discussion and barely any air to breathe. Izzy finds herself leaning into it before she remembers herself. In retaliation she sucks Colt’s bottom lip between her teeth and bites down hard enough without bruising. She goes to pull back but Colt holds her close, a challenge in his dark eyes. “Don’t start shit you can’t finish, Izzy.” His voice is measured, but Izzy knows the things he’d do if they weren’t in public, and that his composure is nothing but a thin veil that could easily tear.

“Oh, I always finish what I start. And I didn’t think you’d be coming tonight,” Izzy pulls away, crossing her arms with a pointed look at Colt. He laughs at this, and her belly flips at the soft look it suddenly morphs into. Their only weakness is their love, but no one’s been stupid enough to use it against them. Colt eagerly awaits the day someone attempts to, however. “Had an unplanned run in with the LAPD. Cut the fun short.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but Izzy knows him well enough from the way his jaw tightens that someone screwed up big time. He’ll elaborate later when it’s just the two of them, but Izzy thinks of the girl they just brought on a few weeks ago and knows that Colt isn’t big on second chances. Izzy cups the side of his face, lightly tracing his lips with her thumb. “Well. The night’s still young here,” she smiles, a bit of the hard edge falling away to reveal the woman Colt fell for all those years ago. It prompts him to kiss her once more, just a bit longer than the last time. 

“I don’t know if I’m in the mood to watch people stare at your ass,” he muses, but Izzy isn’t surprised by his poor attempts to hide his jealousy. Some things never change. “And I wasn’t in the mood to watch you play savior when I clearly had it handled.” She arches an eyebrow at him, and Colt has the grace to hold his tongue, hands up in acquiescence. She rolls her eyes. “What? Nothing to say?” Colt lowers his hands, placing one on each of her arms and Izzy fights back the shiver traveling down her spine. she wants to yank his hands away, but she also wants to pull him close. She settles for a stern look, waiting him out. 

“What’s there to say? You call the shots, Izzy. Well...unless you change your mind. And in that case…” Colt’s hands slide down to her waist and Izzy can feel the heat through her jeans as easily as if she were naked. Her heartbeat quickens in time to her racing thoughts and she knows Colt has her cornered. Lord knows how tempted she is to go back to their shared apartment and show just how willing she is to reverse the roles and be at Colt’s mercy. But this is her night off, damnit. She pecks his lips once, hard, then slips from his embrace, making her intentions clear. “We’ll return to this conversation later.” She holds out her hand, and Colt scoffs but takes it without hesitation. “Is that a promise?” Izzy’s only response is a grin before she tugs him along, back into the fray.

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Kiss and Make Up - Colt x MC

Author’s Note: For the purposes of this fic, Riya’s birthday takes place during the summer months. Also, this is a one-shot, as always all grammar mistakes are my own, and man I wish I could find an interracial gif 😫

Summary: Izzy tries to take her mind off things while celebrating Riya’s 21st birthday. 

Word Count: ~1.5k

Rating: NSFW

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Izzy hadn't spotted the birthday girl since she’d entered the party around two hours ago. Not that she expected to find Riya between the thumping and thrusting bodies on the dance floor of Phi Zeta Episolon's sorority house. Izzy never imagined her best friend would rush let alone pledge to a sorority and like it, but Izzy had never seen her happier, and even Darius liked her sisters despite his previous reservations.

Izzy’s beer sloshed in her cup as a Zeta accidentally bumped into her, roughly grinding to the music and sweating off her makeup. "Ahh, why aren't you dancing?" she yelled above the music and began to grind up on Izzy. Izzy, who'd given up trying to get a buzz, returned the stranger's antics, throwing her hands up and closing her eyes. She would have fun for Riya's sake. She would stay long enough to grab a slice of cake. She would not leave early...

Truth be told, all Izzy wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep off the disappointment from earlier in the week. She'd sworn she and her dad were finally on the same page, and Izzy had easily fallen back into sharing things with the detective again. She'd especially been excited to come home after the spring semester ended. Of course, when the subject of a boyfriend had come up, Izzy's mind flashed to Colt before her lips quirked up in a grin. It was obvious and there was no way her dad hadn't caught it. "When do I get to meet this gentleman?" Izzy had bit back a snort. Nothing about Colt screamed gentleman, and that thought quickly soured once she remembered her secret wish. Colt and her dad were the two most important guys in her life, and there was a high chance they wouldn't get along the way Izzy hoped. On top of that, she'd have to lie about a couple of things to her dad, including how they'd met, and Izzy wasn't sure she wanted to start bloating their newly-repaired relationship with untruths.

Though, as Colt had annoyingly pointed out, omission was just the same as telling a lie, and Izzy was now a pro at both. For example, Riya was the one who could now legally drink but Izzy had been throwing back various liquors and booze since she got to Langston—in moderation, of course.

Izzy pulled out her phone to reread the week-old message she'd memorized in a few seconds, effectively killing any vibe she'd had while twerking on the sorority girl.

Sorry Izz...can't make it tonight...something came up

Izzy had sat for almost an hour with her dad waiting for Colt to show up for dinner, and even though Detective Parker would never say anything, his face wore the expression of someone who's daughter had been spurned. Colt's text came an hour later, right after Izzy had begged to clean up the kitchen alone and was mid cookie dough ice cream scoop. The cold treat did nothing to cool her anger and she gave her father both his own and her serving before locking herself up in her room. She knew exactly what the "something" was, considering she'd been apart of it once upon a time.

A week had given her time to calm down, but Izzy hadn't responded and Colt hadn't called or texted back. She could wring his neck, but then she remembered she was supposed to be calm and collected and not thinking about her boyfriend while celebrating her best friend's birthday! She really needed to find Riya. Izzy dumped her drink in one of the many overflowing trash bins, and pushed her way through sweaty bodies and the lingering scent of vaper smoke, until she abruptly stopped, her mouth opening and closing.

Colt? Was here? At Riya's party? Izzy's mind couldn't conjure up a reason as to why he'd be there and was still willing her stupefied brain to work when he spotted her. Izzy felt her eyebrows scrunched together and gave up any pretenses of forgiveness. She pushed back into the crowd, in search of the restroom. "Izzy!"

She heard her name, but refused to turn back. She'd look for Riya in a minute once she iced out Colt. "Izz!" She was so close to the restroom, and a girl walked out, tapping her very pink lips and inspecting her finger. The sorority sister looked on as a hot guy in the leather jacket blocked the girl's entry to the restroom. Izzy locked eyes with her and shook her head, communicating she was alright. The girl gave the couple one last look before leaving them alone.

Izzy then turned to Colt who pressed a kiss to her cheek instead of her lips like he wanted. "Izz, are you mad at me?" He was here, in the flesh: hair slightly damped like he'd come straight from the shower, dark eyes dancing with amusement instead of their usual fire, and his hands on either side of her waist, as he boxed her against the wall. He reached up to cup her chin, his expression instantly apologetic. "Shit, you are. I'll make it up to you." Izzy pushed out his grasp. "Don't bother, it's whatever," Izzy lied, slipping into the bathroom. Colt followed, locking the door behind him.

"It's not enough you flaked on dinner last week, now you're crashing my best friend's party?" Izzy pulled herself up on the sink, pushing aside the soap dispenser and other decorations to make room for herself. It smelled faintly of weed, but other than that, the room was fairly clean. Colt stuffed his hands in his pockets, stepping up to Izzy as he bit back a smile. Her height put her just above Colt and yet it felt like he was the one towering over her. "Didn't seem like you were having much fun anyway." Izzy sighed, leaning back against the mirror. "I'm just here for the cake. And I don't know where Riya is."

Colt's hand rested on her thigh. "Darius is here, right?" Izzy looked up at the ceiling in thought, then nodded. "Yeah." Colt gave her a knowing look and Izzy's face flushed in realization. She pushed him, ignoring his laughter at her expense. "Whatever, you need to leave. I'm mad at you, as you correctly pointed out" Colt took her folded arms, sliding his hands down to hold each of hers. "I'm here now," Colt pulled her close, all teasing gone. Izzy's stomach flipped and heat rushed to other parts of her body. She gave in and kissed him in earnest now, her frustration and anger bubbling out and replaced with a deep unsated need for Colt. Her legs curled around him, and she was suddenly grateful she'd switched from jeans back into the skirt Riya had picked out.

Izzy leaned back suddenly, pushing curls from her face, surprised she had any breath left to speak. "If this is your way of making it up to me, you're gonna have to try a lot harder," Izzy smirked, but the look Colt returned flooded more heat into her system. It was a look she saw when she was on her back, hooded eyes only able to make out some of his features before Colt was inside of her, rendering her senseless. "I think I can work with that," he chuckled darkly, pushing up her skirt, and slipping his hand beneath the waistband of her panties. 

Izzy knew she was wet, but Colt's fingers wandering fingers seemed to break open a dam. He ran a finger along her slick opening and Izzy let out a shaky exhale. "Well fuck, someone missed me," Colt nipped her shoulder, easily slipping his index and middle finger inside her. Angry or not, Izzy's body responded to Colt like they'd never argued a day in their lives. Someone banged on the door, jarring Izzy, but Colt's focus remained on her. Izzy's sex pulsated around his fingers, but her organism was still painfully out of reach. "Colt..." she whimpered. Izzy wasn't sure when his mouth descended between her legs, but it didn't matter. Her world closed in on the tightly coiled pressure in her core, and she gripped the sink for support as while Colt sucked, his lips and chin glistening.

Izzy's breaths came faster as she uttered complete nonsense, praising Colt, begging him not to stop, threatening him not to stop ever. Her head fell back as her hips lurched, and Izzy wasn't sure if the stars she saw on the ceiling were real or not as she melted against the sink, just barely holding back a scream. Colt appeared above her, eyebrows quirked as if to say, "you good?" and Izzy weakly smacked his chest. Her hand lingered and with what little strength she had, she pulled Colt down on her, lips easily finding his. She felt his smile against her mouth. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" Colt laughed, and the sound sent a warm tingle down her spine, among other places. "Mmm," was all she managed.

Someone banged on the door again, but Izzy felt sorry for whoever needed to use the space as she teased Colt's pants off, fully intending to demonstrate how forgiving she could be.

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Izabel - Colt x MC

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Brown eyes with flecks of hazel crinkle softly at the corners when she smiles, flash sharply when she’s angry. She hasn’t lived and yet she yearns to know the world. She is eighteen. Brown skin and long legs that wrap around his waist and nails that leave their mark on her love: her infuriating, fascinating, headstrong, passionate love. When she cries for him, he comes for her. Brown hair that curls and loops around calloused fingers, he can’t get enough of her. Her scent like vanilla; her hips, her breasts, her thighs, like returning home. They continue this dance until the music ends. She breaks away first. She is nineteen. Brown dirt and grime caught between fingernails, he is miserable, he is reckless, he is fatherless—he is heartbroken. Icarus flies to close to the sun, but rather than meet a watery death, he prefers to burn. A phoenix rising up from the ashes. She won’t return his calls, he won’t give up on her. She can be stubborn too, and their fight gives way to a dance and suddenly she’s falling, falling, falling into him. Her taste is familiar, and his presence is healing. She is twenty. Their paths are diverging again. He seeks to maintain what his father has left behind. She seeks what her mother hoped for. They’re too different, she argues. And yet her body presses against his, her fingers travel down farther and farther still. Slender fingers grip him, his pleased groans are the melody. She can’t let go. We’re made for each other, he argues. She can’t handle uncertainty. She can’t handle him. She let’s go. Brown, rusted chains barricade her heart. No one is allowed in. She inks more skin. He evades the law. She sleeps with faceless men. He dreams of her body next to his. She is twenty-one. Running late for class, she grabs the keys and hardly anything else. She’s not paying attention. She almost doesn’t see them. Her hands fly off the wheel and everything flashes before her eyes. Both drivers survive within an inch of their lives. It’s all too short, a moment in perspective. He answers on the first ring. She books the first flight. She holds him gently in her hands. He licks his lips. She wants to feel it all in the morning. He smirks and holds nothing back. Brown eyes with flecks of hazel crinkle softly at the corners when she smiles, halfway lidded when she sighs. Her legs part the way they always do for him. Her taste is familiar, and his presence is healing. We’re made for each other, he sighs. She can be stubborn too, and their fight gives way to a dance and suddenly she’s falling, falling, falling into him. She doesn’t let go.

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A Matter of Trust - Colt x MC

Author’s note: Am mentally preparing myself for NanNoWriMo and grad school apps, (and the return of my kids on Wednesday SQUEE) so while the iron was hot, I struck gold with this one-shot. Or maybe I’m delusional, y’all tell me, lol

Also, this follows my college headcanons but exists outside of my college AU. Cool. 

Word Count: ~1K

Rating: NSFW

It was a strange thing really. Jokes and songs foretold the almost truth of the lack of rain that fell down in California, but crazier things had happened to Izzy, and none of them held a candle to the reality of the brooding boy in her childhood bed. Except, maybe brooding was the right word anymore. Colt traced lines up and down her skin, fingers light as he pressed down gently against her skin, the rain outside her window creating an ambiance unlike anything Izzy had ever felt. 

Call it luck, a miracle, or another crazy happenstance that Detective Parker was out of town for the weekend and she didn’t have to report to anyone, explain herself, or be someone who she wasn’t. In her classes, both high school and collegiate, she was studious, serious Izzy. With her dad, she was the dutiful daughter who’d finally spread her wings and outgrown the cage they’d both created over the years. Around Darius and Riya, she was the dependable but unnecessary third wheel. But with Colt? She could be none other than Izzy Parker: stubborn, thoughtful, brutally honest, and well, naked. Colt wasted no time stripping Izzy of her The Crown and the Flame tee and yoga sweats just for a taste of her. He’d used other words, but Izzy understood his crassness. In fact, it hadn’t taken her long to unleash a string of expletives as well, causing Colt to retreat his finger from her wetness, a sense of pride and knowing as he laughed. Izzy had the gall to be embarrassed. “I think you’re rubbing off on me,” Izzy let out a laugh of her own, slightly taken aback herself. It was soon forgotten as Colt’s sure fingers found her clit again, all her nerve endings set on fire once more. “Shhh, no talking...” Colt instructed, and Izzy was more than happy to comply. 

They were still in two different worlds heading in two different directions, but it was in this space, enveloped in Izzy’s presence that Colt forgot to notice. Not that it ever mattered. She was a habit he never planned to quit, and everything seemed to fall away when they were together. Presently, Colt’s hands rubbed up and down her arm, Izzy’s back to his chest, her familiar scent mixed with his sweat. “Have you noticed that you always smell like a walking pastry?” Colt joked, anticipating Izzy’s violent jerk to roll over and glare at him. Instead, she rubbed her ass against his groin until his body responded in kind. She did in fact, roll over, but it wasn’t her trademark scowl that greeted him, the one she saved just for him. She pushed the curls out of her eyes, smug, the retort falling from her lips so seductively Colt nearly missed the insult. 

“Better than a greasy biker,” she teased. Her laughter turned into an indignant squawk as Colt straddled her, knocking something insignificant off the bed. Probably a throw pillow. “Someone’s got such a smart mouth,” Colt chided, but there was a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. Izzy’s own grew twice their size, but she wasn’t about to back down, even when she clearly had the disadvantage. Or did she? “Hmm, wonder where I got it from…” Izzy pushed him, the momentum taking him off guard as he landed on his back with a soft thud. Izzy perched on top to now, smug, giving Colt the perfect view of her breasts as she kneeled. Colt grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer in one swift movement. Now he had the perfect view of her pink center. His lips had only brushed against her folds before he felt Izzy tense up and shift her body away from his mouth. She settled next to him as Colt sat up, confused. Even when they’d had sex on prom night, her first time, she hadn’t reacted this way. She hugged herself, embarrassed, and Colt was at a loss. 

“Izz, talk to me,” he reached out for her hand, relieved when she didn’t pull back.  “That…doesn’t seem safe,” Izzy’s cheeks flushed and Colt could already hear the gears in her mind turning as she worked out the logistics of their bodies in her head. He held back a laugh as the realization hit him.  

“Izz, you’re the only one who treats sex like a math problem,” Colt sighed drawing the pad of his thumb across her chin. She frowned, and Colt realized that half the reason he couldn’t stop being an asshole wasn’t that it was just who he was, but because Izzy’s glare was such a turn on and made him want to take her scrunched up frown and bite her bottom lip. 

Izzy knew it was beyond stupid, but she had the very real fear that she might accidentally suffocate Colt if he pulled her down on his face again. Sometimes her orgasms came hard and fast, and in those moments, holding herself up was the last thing on her mind. “I don’t wanna smother you,” Izzy mumbled, fully expecting Colt’s jackass response. He kissed her instead, surprising her. “I swear I’ll be fine. You trust me, right?” Izzy thought about another boy who’d asked a similar question. A boy who’d been sweet and just as wrong for her, but didn’t get her quite like Colt did. “Okay,” Izzy nodded firmly as if needing to convince herself. “Izz?” Colt leaned forward to nip at the sensitive skin beneath her jaw, his tongue giving a preview of what he still planned to do to her if he got his way. He felt her breaths become shallow as he kissed a path up the side of her neck, and she felt her grope for his dick, but his own release would have to wait. 

Strong arms hauled her up and over his head as Izzy settled into a comfortable position, her hands braced against the headboard. If she could ride on the back of a motorcycle in a high-speed chase with her life on the line, she certainly could trust Colt not to let go of her now. He kissed the v of her thighs, easing her in, his soft breath a caress, a gentle reminder of his patience. His love. Izzy knew how slick she was, could feel the heat pool in her belly, and let out a whimper. Her grip on the headboard loosened as anticipation mounted and her fears fell away. 

“God, that feels so...good…” she rasped. 

Colt’s mouth was hot against her folds, exploring her anew, and suddenly it was so easy to let go and trust him. She grinded against him, succumbing to her needs, her attention locked in on the rush of pleasure Colt delivered with each swipe of his tongue, lapping up her sweetness. She shook now, a startled gasp escaping as Colt tightened his grip on her ass, and she opened hooded eyes to find him looking up at her, that annoying, cocky smirk he saved just for her, as if to say “I told you so”. Then his hands shifted and his fingers spread her open, his tongue becoming demanding. Insistent. Izzy wouldn’t last much longer. 

“Colt,” she gasped, as his mouth closed around her clit and he sucked. Colt felt her Izzy still, then the muscles in her legs slacked as she came with a soft moan. Even as Colt led her gently back onto the bed, his mouth never left her. 

“Hmm...” Izzy gripped his hair, tugging him away with the little strength she had left. She mumbled something incoherent and Colt pulled back, but not before Izzy cupped his jaw, fighting off a yawn.  

“What’s that babe?” He had a guess, but he just wanted to hear her say it again. 

“I said I love you.” 

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Lol, see now what happens when you talk ish and then slip and fall for the book??? 🤷🏾‍♀️

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🤔 this boy makes it harder and harder to stick with Logan

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Was? Babe, you still are 😂

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First Kiss - MC x Colt

Author’s note: Wrote it as a one shot and praying it’s coherent 😂 Also my muse is a cruel soul, I expected to write about my Monday kids.... shout out to my girls @shreyamistry and @scgdoeswhat for laughing at and loving my hypocritical ass!!!!

Summary: My version of events of what went down before the driving test (Chapter 6). 

Word count: 961

Riya would have told her not to let it get under her skin, but Izzy Parker was the stubborn sort of girl. It was how she’d managed to stay top of her class throughout high school, how she’d managed not to cry herself to sleep when she was lonely and missed her mother, and now? That same stubbornness was going to wipe that smug grin right off of Colt’s face.

“You’re just going to embarrass yourself,” he’d told her just a few moments prior. Izzy hyper-focused on the steering wheel gripped in her hands and the empty DMV parking lot. She was going to drift and she was going to prove Colt wrong. Izzy punched the gas, her sights set on the parking cone target. Just as she approached, she turned the steering wheel left, heart thudding heavily in her chest. Hitting the clutch pedal, then the accelerator, the rest of the world fell away, like someone had reached out and flicked the sound off. She didn’t register the noisy skidding of the cars tires as she hard turned the wheel to the right, nor the knowing look Colt passed to her.

Bitting the inside of her cheek, Izzy turned a tight circle around the traffic cone, knuckles taunt as she tightened her grip on the wheel, and completed her orbit. Safely out of the turn, a small smile crept up on her face, then blossomed into a full blown smile as she cheered, happily surprised by her feat.

“Oh my God, that was awesome!”

“Knew you could do it,” was Colt’s cheeky reply, earning a glare from the driver before she shook her head. “Yeah right, you just said I was going to embarrass myself,” Izzy cocked an eyebrow at him. “Doesn’t matter who else believes in you. You gotta believe in yourself.”

Izzy blinked at his words, at the truth and sincerity in them. She grinned. “You should take your own advice,” she laughed, crossing her arms. Colt returned her funny look. “Doesn’t matter if your dad believes in you in not,” she spoke again, though she made sure to disguise her true feelings on the matter. As suffocating as her own father was, it would crush her if he didn’t love and believe in her. Her current double-life pressed the guilt thickly onto her, and she pushed the intrusive thoughts aside. “Funny, don’t think I’ll be taking family advice from you...” Colt replied, oblivious to her inner stressing. “But I guess you’re right. Still, easier said than done.”

Izzy nodded once, both of them settling into a silence that for once was charged with their usual hostile banter. “What isn’t?” she whispered to herself. It wasn’t until she looked up that she noticed the quiet way Colt studied her. He didn’t look away and she flushed under his gaze. “What?” she snapped, praying there wasn’t something ghastly on her face. Or in her teeth. Colt smirked, but just as quickly as the corner of his lips quirked up, they relaxed. Izzy licked hers reflexively, and a chill went down her spine as she noticed Colt watching the movement, his eyes on her lips now.

No. No way was this happening. Izzy had prided herself on saving her first kiss for her first serious boyfriend. It was a lofty goal at best, and an unattainable wish at worst. She’d had no luck in high school, no time really, and now as a senior about to head to college in a few months, her resolve had waned. Colt leaned in, tentative, as if giving her an out. Izzy felt herself lean forward instead, light brown eyes starring back into his chocolate ones. They were reflective, his teasing nature gone for the moment.

He reached a hand over to tuck her hair behind her ear, and Izzy’s breath hitched. Of all the crazy and exciting things to happen to her in the past few days, and even weeks, this was what felt the most out of her element.

“Maybe-“

Izzy wasn’t sure how she planned to finish the rest of the sentence once Colt’s lips pressed against hers. Soft, sure, right. Izzy was pleasantly surprised, sinking deeper into the kiss as her eyes fluttered shut. She felt him smile against her, and Izzy pulled back ever so slightly.

“Wow, I-“

Again she was cut off. Sure, it was probably his rude way of telling her to shut up, but she didn’t mind. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Colt flush against her. Finally he pulled back and relaased her. Izzy sorted through her rush of emotions to find the most valid one. “Let’s get you to your test,” he finally said, as Izzy settled on lust. It was just the fleeting rush of repressed hormones that had led to what transpired between them.

It changed nothing about how she felt for Logan. Logan. Had Colt kissed her just because of some stupid rival between the two knuckleheads? What was he trying to prove?

“Don’t think you’re special. That kiss didn’t mean anything.” Izzy narrowed her eyes, reaching for the car door to let herself out and switch places. If he was affected by her words and suddenly harsh tone, he didn’t let it show. In fact, he probably wasn’t affected. And Izzy would have held on to her hot and familiar flash of anger if Colt’s words hadn’t made her pause. “Chill out Parker, I’m not a complete asshole.” He took a breath as if to continue, but thinking better of it, he turned from Izzy and opened the door on his side. For a kiss that meant nothing, she would replay it over and over in head, smiling before she chastised herself for being so stupid.

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Fun fact, I still haven’t clicked “end book” yet.

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Nopenopenopenopenope

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Replaying ROD for...research purposes, and 🤔

These spot the difference games are something else 😆

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I Spy (Ride or Die AU)

Izzy wants to avenge her mother. Colt wants answers for his father. A common goal might unite them both.

*these characters belong to Choices game from Pixelberry, not me!*

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Prologue

Part 1 - Like Mother, Like Daughter

Part 2 - Trouble is a Friend of Mine

Part 3 - Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Part 4 - Two Truths and a Lie

Part 5 - Only the Good Die Young

Word count: 1,358

IZZY

She was forbidden to talk about her active mission with anyone outside of her assigner, but Izzy wasn’t in the mood to speak with Jason. Something wasn’t right about the entire situation and that gnawing feeling in her gut led her straight to the CAE-I lab rather than her Thursday evening class. After retrieving her vehicle and checking for a tracker or anything else out of the ordinary, Izzy had left Colt and the auto shop behind, her head swimming worse than Colt’s with what she’d learned.

Izzy’s updated badge gave her a higher level of clearance in the organization's database and she fully intended to use it. Tired, bleary eyes stared up at the computer screen as she typed in her mother’s name. Pressing enter on the keyboard, Izzy watched as Kira Parker’s photo, physical description, life accolades, and top missions came up. Izzy scrolled past them, knowing the information in those links better than the system. France. Morocco. Austria. New York. Art theft. Royal bodyguard for the reigning Prince. A blown up embassy. Unruly president’s son’s protection detail. It was like her mother’s greatest hits on repeat, the juicy details unknown to the rest of the world, but carefully kept track of in the espionage world. Celebrated even, to her mother’s chagrin. “I’m just doing my damn job. You should try it sometime,” her mother would tell other agents who treated her like a celebrity. She had little patience for star-struck colleagues.

Izzy searched in her mother’s profile for the Miami job; April 2014. A pop up appeared in the corner, the words ‘Access Denied’ in tiny, angry red font. Izzy tired a second time, frustrated at the warning message. She should have had access to the information in the file now, or so she thought. Changing tactics, Izzy pulled up Jason’s file, terrified but ready for whatever she might find. Though a part of her prayed she wouldn’t find anything. Unlike her mother, whose dealings with the Brotherhood were a few years before the Miami job, Jason’s file dated back to 2002. Izzy tried to click on the links, but none were accessible to her. She changed tactics once again, pulling up her own file and searching for her current mission. Scanning the description, her eyes landed on the phrase ‘Brotherhood contact’, and she pulled at her hair.

What was the point of giving her a job related to the Brotherhood when she had nothing to work with?

Izzy glanced back at the quiet lab. There were two others in the space with her; a man and an older woman who could be Izzy’s great-grandmother. They talked quietly among themselves, but Izzy caught bits and pieces of their conversation about baking pies, and the different cook times according to elevation. Izzy was used to hearing and speaking in code, and their partnership emphasized how truly alone she was. Her thoughts strayed to Colt and she bolted up. Fingers flying across the keyboard, Izzy tried all spellings she could think of for ‘Nori’, recalling the resemblance between the short woman and Colt.

There were too many people named ‘Nori’ or some variation of the name, and Izzy dragged a hand across her face. A search for the last name ‘Kaneko’--procured from sneaking a peek inside Colt’s wallet-- also left her with less than satisfactory information. It was clear going through the proper channels was getting Izzy nowhere, and there was only one person who might be able to help her get what she wanted. What they both wanted. As much as he got on his nerves, and as much as it pained her to consider it, maybe there was something to recruiting help from someone outside of CAE-I. Taking a deep breath and expelling it out slowly, Izzy pulled out her phone and ordered a single cupcake from WestParc Bakery, the place her birthday cookie had come from, and selected the delivery option, typing in the address.  

COLT

“I didn’t take you for a sweets person,” Colt gestured to the pink bakery box with a smirk when he stopped by to check on his mother and the shop. Nori wasn’t there, but Logan and Toby were. “I believe those belong to you,” Logan said, his voice muffled from being underneath the 2017 Porsche Panamera he stripped. He rolled out, sitting up on the creeper, his shirt discolored thanks to his current task. He wiped at his forehead, leaving a greasy streak behind. Toby had selected a vanilla cupcake and Colt’s eyes narrowed. He still had lingering effects thanks to his tete-a-tete with Izzy. “From who?” he asked, snatching the box from Toby. He and Logan both shrugged as Colt fished out the receipt at the bottom of the box, stained with frosting. At the bottom was a printed message.

LOST THINGS CAN B FND - GO FALCONS!

Colt glanced at the delivery, sure of the message but unsure of the gifter’s intentions. Still, it didn’t stop him from clicking on his helmet and climbing back onto his bike. He’d just have to be more careful this time. He told himself it had nothing to do with wanting to see Izzy again. “Hey!” Logan called after him, stopping Colt in his tracks. “Just... don’t be stupid, aight?” Colt brought a hand to his chest as if touched. “Aww, Logan, you worried about me?” But Logan didn’t smile, glancing away as if it physically hurt to look at Colt. “I’m not gonna be the one to deliver the news that her son never came back either.” Toby looked from Colt to Logan, the tension in the air too different from the usual air between the two. “Where you going?” Toby asked, but Colt only addressed Logan as he revved up his bike. He waited until Logan looked back at him. “Sheesh, you worry too much.”

5 Years and 3 ½  Weeks ago:

Kaneko stood at the very back of the mourners, dressed in a simple black suit and unnoticed by his colleagues and other CAE-I agents. It was an unusually bright day for such a somber event, and Kaneko’s eyes locked on the young teen girl who stood by with swollen eyes and a wet face. She looked to be about Colt’s age, but the piercing wail she released made her seem so much younger. A young man with bloodshot eyes and slumped shoulders, presumably her father, caught the teen before she could hit the ground. Everyone seemed to look away at once, but not Kaneko. He studied her pain, the way her slender limbs caved in as she fell forward, committing it to memory so he could remind himself what he was working for and prevent the same tragedy from happening to his son. He shouldn’t have been here, intruding on this private moment, and yet, he felt that the woman being lowered into the ground wouldn’t have minded his attendance.

Kaneko had tried to warn Kira that it was bigger her, bigger than any of them. The Brotherhood had trained him as a young boy, teaching him to kill before he could spell his name. All the blood he spilled wouldn’t leave his hands, no matter how many times he scrubbed them clean, and eventually, he embraced the darkness inside, mindless in his youth and hardened as the years went on. CAE-I’s offer of immunity was nothing but a ploy to keep him under their control, something Nori refused to understand or accept. With a heavy heart, she’d turned her back on Kaneko as well as the only life she’d ever known, cutting out any and all contact. Kaneko wasn’t sure what she’d told their son, but as long as he was safe, as long as he was alive, it didn’t matter.

There was a light tap on his shoulder, and Kaneko waited a moment before following the tall woman in the black hijab, another CAE-I double agent like himself. Neither spoke to each other, and Kaneko could feel a pair of eyes on him as he left the funeral procession behind. They belonged to the one responsible for his second death and Kira’s permanent one.

Part 6 Sneak Peek

Izzy needed to get back to her dorm and finish packing, but there was one more stop to be made. Taking the elevator up to the office meeting floors, Izzy steeled her expression into the one her father always wore. If she could channel an ounce of his composure, everything would be just fine. Her thoughts stumbled upon Colt and their meeting at LATU. Izzy couldn’t stop the flush of her cheeks as she recalled slipping the note in his pocket before pulling her hand back to her side. It had been an intimate touch for something as innocent as passing a note, and as if her thoughts refused to cooperate, they traveled to the bike ride, her arms tight around him as she hung on for dear life. It had been thrilling. It had been freeing. Izzy bit the skin on her knuckle to bring herself back to the present, an old habit her mother had tried to break her out of.

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This Stops Here - Colt x MC

Author note: Real life has kept me from perusing the dash to see everyone’s reactions, and hopefully I’ll feel better soon, but for now, I figured I’d reaffirm that I’m still #ColtKaneko trash, like getting my heart trampled on, and dump my one-shot into the tag lol. 

Summary: Chapter 12, the lounge conversation from Colt’s POV because I have to psychoanalyze everything

Word Count: 991

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Colt could hear their voices just a few feet away, getting louder as he walked closer.

"What? You almost killed Colt when you found out! I thought you were against this whole plan!" Colt stepped into the lounge to see Izzy facing Logan, so out of place in her worn college sweatshirt, and those naive brown eyes. He folded his arms, never more sure of his decision in his life. "He came around to my way of seeing things," Colt nodded to Izzy, ignoring the fire that seemed to burn within her. He refused to admit there had been a part of him waiting to see when she’d catch on. Colt wasn’t disappointed.  "Izzy. Glad you could join us for the fireworks." And yet, there was something else in Izzy’s expression she tried so desperately to hide. It was probably the very thing Colt keep to himself in that moment. However, he took a small satisfaction in the way her eyes lingered on his suit, careful not to let his mind dwell on other matters.

Izzy hands became fists at her sides. "That's all you have to say to me? After everything we've been through?" She snapped, and Colt studied her carefully. He hoped she hated him. It would make everything so much easier. Colt knew she was searching for an explanation, an apology, but he was tired of saying sorry, especially when he didn’t mean it. "I didn't lie. I hid the truth to protect you. You're smart, Izz. You have to see why I did it."

Izzy gritted her teeth, anger flaring. "Don't, Colt. Don't call me that." If Izzy could just step back and see the bigger picture, there was no doubt in Colt’s mind she'd have done the same thing if she were in his shoes. They understood each other on a fundamental level, that much was clear to Colt, no matter their different upbringings. That night the Brotherhood had attacked Kaneko to teach a lesson snapped something inside of Colt. He'd been angry all his life, a simmering just beneath the surface of his blood, but fear had been a new and more visceral sensation, and there was nothing worse than being powerless. He hoped to God Izzy would never experience that.

"The rest of the crew might not love this plan, but they're willing to do what it takes. Even if you aren't." Colt made sure those last words were directed at Izzy, and she flinched. Good. It confirmed his suspicions, and maybe she'd forget him someday, even if he never would. Izzy turned to Logan, shocked. Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled for words. "You're really down with this? Handing a federal informant over to his old crew?" Izzy raked a hand through her curls, and Colt had to look away for a moment to regain his composure. "The F.B.I. will come after all of us for taking their witness," Izzy whispered, her voice hoarse with stress.

Colt couldn't help it then. He burst out laughing, the first true laugh he'd had all night.

"What could possibly be funny about this?" Izzy turned to him, and Colt made himself focus on his own words rather than the way her full lips scrunched up, agitated, or the way her hair fell haphazardly over one eye. "The feds won't do a thing...because he's not their witness." Understanding flashed through Izzy, and she deflated with the weight of the truth. Logan explained to her as Izzy wrung her hands, knuckles white from the pressure. She whipped her attention back to Colt, not truly believing. "This was your plan?" Colt gave Izzy a warm smile, memories of the ride to the cliff filtering in. "My plan? Izz, this was your plan. It's you who came up with it, remember?" Any lasting doubts Izzy had were washed away in that moment like waves on a beach, dragging the grains of sand with them. "There's only one thing they're afraid of losing...freedom. No different than us." She staggered back, glancing from both guys, and Colt steeled his heart against her pain. He couldn't afford to get distracted. Not now. 

"And you didn't trust me with any of this." It wasn’t a question, and it hardly wielded the sharpness of an accusation. Izzy was a force to be reckoned with when her heart was in it, and once again she'd confirmed his suspicions. "I didn't think you had the stomach for it. And I was right. I knew Logan wouldn't either. My pop said he got weak ever since you showed up." And that was where he and Logan differed. Colt couldn't be swayed by bright eyes and a pretty smile. It was a luxury he couldn't afford.

Izzy was begging now, taking a step towards him and away from Logan, he realized.

"You're selling your soul for nothing!"

"Selling? I'm not selling anything Izz. Freedom can't be bought. It can only be taken." Izzy grimaced at the affectionate nickname again, but Colt was only reciting the words his father had once told him. Words that had carried him this far. He ignored her glassy eyes as Izzy blinked back the tears and he headed for the door. "Colt please...you're going too far. You're not a bad person." He ached to look at her, wrap her in his arms as he hesitated at the door, uncertain. But then the urge was gone. Snuffed out, leaving cool indifference in its wake. You didn't get to choose where the lines were drawn, yet another lesson from his father. Colt looked over his shoulder, carefully avoiding Izzy, even though he could see her viciously swipe at her nose. She'd go to college, go back to her father, live her life, make some other guy the happiest he'd ever been. Colt was foolish for even considering that the stars could align for him and Izzy. "Get rid of her, will you?"

Goodbye, Izzy.