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10, 12, 38, and 97! :)

Thanks for the questions :D

10. What is your biggest pet peeve? 

Well it kind of bugs me when I’m driving and I get cut off. Not only that, but it’s the worst when they cut me off AND drive super slow like why didn’t you just wait until I passed you if you were going to drive at a turtle speed???

12. Have you ever peed in the woods?

Haha nope I never have :P I don’t do much camping so I’ve never had to.

38. When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?  

Hmmm well I remember a few costumes, but I still dress up for Halloween so it’s not too big of a gap of time. I had a Barney costume when I was real little, and then I dressed up as Hermione Granger in kindergarten, and Yami Yugi in grade school. There’s probably a ton more but I forget because there’s so many lol

97. Do you want kids? 

I wouldn’t be against it, but for the most part I’m not really interested in it right now. It’s more like I’ll see how I feel when I get to that point.

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113 and 149!

113. What was your childhood nickname?

My high school nickname was actually Toni, and only my old high school friends still call me that, the couple times a year that I get to see them. It was actually a bit of a process, to arrive at that nickname. My name is Ashton, and at first, way back when, I was called Ashtonio by my friends for a while. Then that shortened to Tonio, and then finally to Toni, and Toni stuck. 

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Oh lort, do I ever. Idk if I’d call them ghosts, more spirits. I actually told the long, creepy ass experience I had at my old Philly apartment involving a spirit(s) back around Halloween, but will gladly tell it again. Settle in for a long ass story, if you care enough to read it :P *putting a keep reading bar bc this is a long one*

So I lived in a really old, big apartment with 2 roommates for 2 years (I moved out about a year and a half ago) and we all 3 are CONVINCED we had at least one ghost in our apartment. Like…so much weird shit happened. The first week we moved in, our gas stove turned on 3 mornings in a row…by itself. Like, we all woke up to the smell of gas in the apartment, and went out to find the one knob had been pushed in and turned over. And we would randomly lose stuff, and then it would pop up in the most random places (a candle, a dish towel, random papers). 

My one roommate is a huge believer in spirits, I’m in the middle (I believe in them, but am not super connected to them like she is) and my other roommate was a huge skeptic. Well, by the end of the 2 years we all firmly believed in this ghost(s). We had all wooden floors in the apartment, and my believer roommate was the first one to tell us that when she was home alone, she would hear footsteps going up and down the long hallway we had that connected the bedrooms to the living room. And we were on the top floor, so it wasn’t anyone walking above us. And we didn’t share any walls with any neighbors, since the only other apartment on our floor was separated from our apartment by the staircase. She also said she heard my bedroom door shut the one day, but I, nor anyone else except her, was home. She also had a pitbull, who would randomly stare at the corner of the hallway and bark, as well as one time she stared at the top ceiling corner in my bedroom, which was the bedroom closest to the hallway, and barked (and this dog NEVER barked at anything; like, a burgler could’ve came in and she would’ve just sat there silently and watched). I was semi skeptical, but also believed her, so was cautious when I was home alone. 

After the first couple months, I started hearing shit too. I would be home alone, with the dog and cat sleeping beside me on the couch, and would distinctly hear footsteps going down the hall. Once I even swore I heard the front door open, so I yelled to see which roommate had returned. When no one answered, I got up to look, and there was no one there. And the dog had also heard it and ran to look, thinking someone was home. When I texted both my roommates, neither one was anywhere near the apartment. It freaked me the hell out, because the footsteps especially happened fairly often when I was home alone, to the point where I almost became used to them, in a weird way. I think having the pets there really helped me from peeing my pants on the regular. 

WELL, the scariest moment, for me, was during our first Christmas break in the apartment. We were all three grad students at the time, so were able to go home over break. I had come back first, 2 days after Christmas, and it was just me and my one cat at that point who were in the apartment. My believer roommate was coming back the next day, and the skeptic roommate wasn’t coming back for another week. It was late at night, and I was in my bedroom, in bed, derping around on my laptop, with my cat at the foot of the bed. And all of a sudden, I heard someone walking around in the living room, which was on the other side of the wall from my bedroom. Like, it legit sounded like a man pacing back and forth across the living room, shuffling papers (I’m getting chills just typing this). I froze, and looked at my cat, who had woken from a dead sleep, jumped off the bed, went to my doorway, and he was staring down the hallway at the living room all freaked out and puffed up. So I KNEW that he had heard it too. I legit was convinced that someone had broken into the apartment, and I grabbed my field hockey stick and phone, ready to dial 911. 

I crept down the hall, but the noise had stopped. And when I finally was brave enough to jump around the corner into the living room…there was no one there. Both our front and back doors were still bolted, and we lived on the 4th floor, so no one had crawled in a window. I then stood in the middle of the living room and looked down at my cat like, “WTF just happened?” And at that moment, every single hair on my body stood up, and I just had this overwhelming sensation that I wasn’t alone in the room, and that someone/something was standing in the room, watching me. It sent so much fear through me that I literally sprinted down the hall to my bedroom, and my cat ran down the hall after me, as well. We went into the bedroom, I closed and bolted my door, turned off the lights, and crawled under the covers. 

I then texted my believer roommate, and at that point I was legit crying, I was so scared, and told her what had happened. She had always told me that when I felt like there were spirits nearby, to say out loud, “There’s a white light surrounding me” and envision it, so that the spirits would stay away (her grandmother was like a shaman of sorts and all into spirit stuff, and had taught her that). So I laid there and repeated it over and over until I finally fell asleep. But dear god, that was the scariest thing ever. 

My skeptic roommate thought both of us were crazy, and she firmly didn’t believe in the ghost…for about 8 months. She was always the one to say out loud, “I don’t believe in you” and she kinda taunted it/them, because she thought it/they were fake. Well…she got quite the experience. There was a day where I woke up late, around like 10am, and when I came out of my bedroom, she accosted me and asked if I had been awake around 7am and if I had gone into her bedroom. I was like wtf no, I was asleep. And our other roommate had been at her boyfriend’s for the night, so she wasn’t home. My roommate was so scared, she wouldn’t even tell me what had happened for almost an entire 24 hours. Finally, she admitted that she had gotten up really early to write a research paper for class. She said that around 7am she pushed her chair back from her desk (it was a wooden chair with no wheels) and went to the bathroom. She said when she came back, that the chair was turned exactly 180 degrees, facing away from the desk. She then ALSO told me that she had woken up in the middle of the night around like 2 or 3am, and wasn’t sure what had woken her, because usually she sleeps like the dead. She was laying there and said she distinctly heard a child’s laugh come from the middle of her bedroom. That, coupled with the chair turn the next morning, freaked her out so much, and since that day, she was switched into a believer about there being at least one ghost in the apartment. 

However, all my experiences were with a spirit that seemed to be an adult male, not a child. I even had a friend who’s really in touch with spirits spend the night at our apartment, and she said she woke up in the middle of the night and swore she saw the shadow outline of a man standing in the living room doorway (that connected to the hallway) looking at her. And my roommate’s one friend, who also is into spirits, said that she kept seeing movement out of the corner of her eye in our apartment, and said it looked like a man. And both these people we NEVER told about us thinking we had a ghost, because we didn’t want to look crazy. And yet they both said they saw a man, and it was always around the living room/hallway area. I don’t know if it was a man spirit and also a child spirit (maybe the kid was the one stealing stuff and who turned on the stove when we moved in). 

But also….something else weird, that I didn’t think about until after we had moved out….when we first had moved into this apartment, we cleaned the whole place, top to bottom. I was in charge of cleaning out the 2 huge hallway closets we had. The top shelf was super high, and I had to get a step ladder to reach it. Since I’m a bit OCD, I felt like I needed to clean even that top shelf, so I remember climbing up there and finding random trash and shit…and I also found an old black and white military picture of a young man…I remember showing it to my roommates and thinking that was a weird thing for someone to leave behind, and neither I nor my ex-roommates can remember what we did with that picture, even to this day. It might sound crazy, but part of me swears it’s the man whose spirit stuck around our apartment. But I could be wrong. It’s just weird to me that most of the experiences seemed to happen in the hallway that connected the living room to my bedroom, and that’s where the closet with the picture was.

Sorry long ass answer :P

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[almostrapunzel]

I was tagged by @nickyrads to share the first 10 songs that show up when I put my music on shuffle:

1. Grande Amore by Il Volo

2. Fireflies by Owl City

3. So in Love by Kathryn Grayson

4. I Could Fly by One Direction

5. Time to Say Goodbye by Sarah Brightman

6. Chemical Party by Gavin DeGraw

7. I’ll Cover You from RENT

8. Come What May from Moulin Rouge

9. Circus of Your Mind from Finding Neverland

10. Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again from Phantom of the Opera

I’m tagging a few followers in my recent feed as well as anyone who wants to do it. :) @librarybutterfly @tstieff @catherinetheadequate @chocolatecherry22

[gageef]

tsI was tagged by the jdm to my reedus @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff​

Rules:

Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

1. Coke or Pepsi: definitely coke 2. Disney or Dreamworks: i mean we all know its every disney movie vs. shrek and honestly that is a solid tie  3. Coffee or Tea: coffee, makes me shit but i can’t stop won’t stop drinking it 4. Books or Movies: Movies (but when i like a book, i fucking love it) 5. Windows or Mac: Windows 6. DC or Marvel: marvel, c’mon now 7. Xbox or Playstation: Playstation 10000000% 8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: mass effect  9. Night Owl or Early Rise: hahahahaha early rise? i think the fuck not 10. Cards or Chess: i had a phase in 5th grade where i played chess every time we had indoor recess and i never had any idea what the fuck i was doing (even tho we all pretended we did) so yeah cards  11. Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate, it’s a serious problem (but if its ice cream its vanilla) 12. Vans or Converse: converse  13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: i have no idea what this is 14. Fluff or Angst: more often than not probably fluff i guess  15. Beach or Forest: i’ve never been to the beach so i have to say forest  16. Dogs or Cats: dogs (corgis and lots of them) 17. Clear Skies or Rain: both are good : everyone needs rainy days, everyone needs clear sky days to roll your windows down and drive  18. Cooking or Eating Out: both (i’m a b- cook) 19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: SPICY 20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: i’m a christmas elf at heart but i’ve always wanted to go to a legit halloween party 21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: i have the fucking curse of always being cold and i even tho i hate it i would still take it over being hot 22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be: hmmm..i’m always a sucker for invisibility, but time travel always wins 23. Animation or Live Action: Animation (disney please calm your live action boners and just put the animated ones back in theaters) ((i’ll still go see beauty and the beast)) 24. Paragon or Renegade: is this english 25. Baths or Showers: i don’t ever have time to just sit in a bath so shower 26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: iron man  27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: so star trek or harry potter? i’m not choosing they’re both awesome 28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes ? If so, what are they: "the roof is not my son, but i will raise it.”

“There’s no man, alive or dead, who’s going to fault you for living.”

“they told me to clean my weapons, so i washed my hands.”

“do you like ass? then kiss mine you freaking haters.” 29. YouTube or Netflix: i was a youtube kid in middle school but not i use both probably equally  30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: harry potter  31: When You Feel Accomplished: when do i feel accomplished? when i muster up the energy to go to the bathroom when i’ve had to pee for over an hour 32. Star Wars or Star Trek: i love trek but star wars always wins for me 33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: i mean a book is a book, i just prefer either over reading online 34. Handwriting or Typing: my handwriting is shit so unless its a letter, typing  35. Velvet or Satin: hmm..probably satin 36. Video Games or Movies? both (but probably not video games based on movies those normally aren’t fantastic) 37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? own 100% 38: Learning Chinese or learning Spanish? Spanish  39. If you could spend one day with one famous person - who would you choose and what would you do for the whole day? I WONDER WHO. Jeffrey Dean Morgan and let’s be honest that content is not appropriate for all audiences

40: Why hasn’t anyone attached a clean form of this thing because deleting everything is a hassle??? because people fuckin SUCK (and yet i’m not gonna attach one either)

41. If you could bring back any character from the walking dead (or any TV show if you don’t watch it) who would it be and why?

@swinging-with-negan (<3) @negans-dirty-girl @tstieff @alyisdead anyone else who feels like it

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YOU ARE A RAY OF SUNSHINE 🌞 SEND THIS TO 8 PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT

this is so sweet

fun fact: my name means sunshine! :D

[lucifers-trash-stash]

My Top Ten Current Songs

I know I’m late with this one, but thank you @tstieff for tagging me to list my top ten songs right now and tag ten mutuals. :D

“The Chain” by Fleetwood Mac

“Black on Black II” by Heart

“John Wayne” by Lady Gaga

 “Sea of Air” by Portugal. The Man

“Only the Good Die Young” by Billy Joel

“She said Maybe” by Steam Powered Giraffes

“The Apprentice” by Gorillaz

“Come a Little Bit Closer” by Jay & The Americans

“The Cross” by Priest

“Mr. Blue Sky” by Electric Light Orchestra

Tagging @superprincesspea @squid-from-mirkwood @vizhi0n @anaire @ladylorelitany @kijilinn @hannibalssweaters @noodlecupcakes @fangirlindenial @superwholoki if you guys haven’t yet and would like to <3

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I just read your response to my ask and I was so into that when my cat meowed it scared the crap out of me. That's so strange! I feel bad for your skeptic roommate, it must not have been fun to experience that (especially at 2 AM.)

Hahaha, cats tend to have perfect timing in that way. It was definitely a creepy experience for those 2 years, although I never felt like it was anything malevolent. Just....leerking, which was creepy enough. I’m so glad to now be in my own apartment that is spirit free :P

[neganisking]

Same suit different tie.

Shoutout to the light of my life @badboytheo and the lovely @tstieff for beta-ing this thing and giving me the support to post it. This is part of @grab-my-boner ’s 1k writing challenge. Congrats on the 1k hun!

Different tie But I’m wearing the same suit It’s alright Because the old can feel brand new See I feel so fresh I feel so new And I’m through with my With my miserable youth

All done up in my hand-me-down clothes Shaking off the dust and assuming a pose Well these threads are so old But they’ll never know Oh no one will ever know See darlin’ Dear you don’t need high-priced designs To feel dressed up, to feel dressed up To the nines.

“Hi. I’m Negan.”

The first time he had said it he could feel Simon giving him a side eye. He got why. He was just Joey. Joseph. Good old fucking reliable Joe. But something had changed. Looking on at the pathetic trio of strays who were asking to stay with them, in a place the two of them had spent months clearing out and making their own, he knew something had to change. He had to change.

He knew people. It was impossible to live in the new world and not know them. They were pretty fucking stupid and pretty fucking greedy. People were dangerous. People fucked up and got themselves killed for no good reason. More often than not they got other people killed too. He also knew that people were useful. He also knew that it was pretty fucking hard to get by without them.

He could already see all the different ways it might play out. He was pretty fucking smart even before the world went to shit and now he had a wealth of experience in being a victim and being shit on from a great height to back him up. He was damned if he was going to let anyone take him back to that. These people could do it if he let them, they could be anyone. Their pleas and snivelling whimpers now wouldn’t stop them from taking everything they could away from him the second he let his guard down. There were no depths people had yet to sink to. The world order had turned to shit. He wasn’t about to make the mistake of underestimating them – but he could use them.

He had been Negan his entire life. It was his father’s name before that. At the top of every bill, every doctor’s letter, called out in the corridors by the high school kids who needed his infinite wisdom, scratched into his mail box, the name was scored into his mind as aching reminder of what used to be. After the old world ended he had thought it didn’t mean anything anymore. It was just a name. Nobody in their right fucking mind cared about a name. But maybe it could mean something else in this new world. Something more.

The more he thought about it the more it made sense. It wasn’t an idea that came all at once but trickled down into his mind when all he could see was what was broken in the world. An idea built on necessity. Survival. The world needed rules. It needed order. There needed to be consequences and rewards. Some god damn structure for fuck’s sake. He was sick of trying to find it. Every group he had been in thus far had failed or been ruined by some sorry shit who thought they knew better. Instead of waiting around for a life to land in his lap, good old Joe realised that he ought to create one.

He could do it. He could create an image that would keep him safe. Create a system that kept other people safe, making sure he and Simon were always at the top of the pecking order of course. He could make sure that no one would dare try to take it from him. He would make the rules and he would make sure that they were followed to the letter. It would be for their own good. He would build a new civilisation from the ruins of the old one. One that would stand against the new world order and punch it right in the balls.

But who would follow old Joey? Old Joey had a wife he didn’t deserve, only coached little league on a Sunday because of the eye candy leering over him, fucked a different body or two every month, fucked up his tax returns and banged his head against a fucking wall five god damn days a week trying to make shitty teenagers run in a fucking circle. Hardly leadership material.

But standing in front of those people changed something. When he took the coaching job, the principle had told him that first impressions counted for a lot. That if ever there was a time to reinvent himself then that was when to do it. The memory rang out as clear as a bell. He could reinvent himself and be the man he needed to be to get shit done, to build something, to bring back civilisation itself. If they didn’t want it? He supposed that was tough shit. Better alive and miserable than dead- or worse. He wouldn’t leave anyone with a choice. Give them no room to fuck up and die. Someone had to make the rules so why not him?

He had always been Negan. Only this time he was going to wear it a little differently.

[almostrapunzel]

Tag game

I was tagged by @tstieff :) Rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better. Relationship status: Dating a freaking nerd. 
Favorite color(s): Rosey pink
Lipstick or Chapstick: Both. 
Last song I listened to: I Bring You to My Senses by Il Volo
Last movie I watched: Moana
Top 3 tv shows: Vampire Diaries, Scrubs, Shameless
Top 3 characters: Christine Daae, Erik, Damon Salvatore
Top 3 ships: I don't really have any good ones. :(
Books I’m currently reading: Les Miserables
Tagging: I'm lazy, so instead of tagging nine, I tag everyone who wants to do it.

[neganisking]

I was tagged by @noodlecupcakes thanks lovely.

rules: list 10 songs you’re currently vibing to, then tag 10 mutuals.

1. Broadripple is burning - Margot & the nuclear so and sos 2. Whatshername - Greenday

3. Shape of you - Ed Sheeran

4.  Skinny love - Bon Iver

5. We Don’t believe what’s on t.v. - twentyone pilots

6. Ain’t it fun - paramore

7. Some nights - fun

8. On my own- Les Miserables

9. Jesus of suburbia - greenday

10. Chained to the rhythm - Katy perry

I tag (idk who are mutuals so sorry if you don’t wanna be tagged) @damnitdaryl @i-am-negan-trash @negans-dirty-girl @negan-makes-me-wet @jdmfanfiction @kellyn1604 @dixonsbait @daryl-dixon-is-awesome @tstieff @negan-tastic-imagines

[kazosa]

Secrets - SoA: Chapter 16

Summary: Reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there. Chapter 16: The surprise, the audit lady comes to Charming, messing with Rat, fluffiness Warnings: language, flufffffff A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, SPOILERS! Italics are for Chibs and his inner thoughts. Bold is for the reader’s inner thoughts. Word Count: 2387 Master List

Tags: @telford-ortiz-teller  @sam-samcro  @tstieff  @yourcroweater  @kacilove26  @hiddlelove  @evilsorceress  @reallynigga21  @suz-123  @between-shades-of-winchester  @caitcrook  @i-was-made-of-nutella @charlottecl  @gunsnrosesislife  @yoonjigu  @mkindoll2016  @confidencerush  @jade770  @lost-in-the-stories  @redhairedmoiraandtheliferuiners

The garage door rolled up and you saw your baby, your worn out, used up, piece of shit, baby. Only she was none of those things now. She sparkled under her new paint. You could tell there were other new parts on your bike, too, either that or someone had polished the shit out of them. Filip was standing to the side looking like Vanna White with his hands showing off your bike.

“Surprise!” he gave you the cheesiest grin.

“Oh my God, Filip!”

“No need to be so formal, lass, Filip will do jus’ fine,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“What did you DO?!” you couldn’t believe it was the same bike. She glowed.

“Gave her a good tune up and whatever Happy thought needed to be done,” he explained.

You looked her over some more. It looked like a full restoration to you. Your dad would have loved it. Going to Filip, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him thoroughly. He was a fantastic kisser and you could kiss him all day…

After a few moments, he said, “Let’s go for a ride.”

“I almost don’t want to touch her, she’s so pretty…”

“Aye, I know what ye mean,” he said looking at you. “I think ye better, luv.”

You put your helmet back on as quick as you could and flung your leg over the gleaming bike.

“Oh god, there’s new padding on the seat,” you needed to bake Happy some cookies. You stood up and flipped out the kickstarter with your heel. A thought sprung to mind, it’ had been a while since you’d driven anything. Bracing yourself on the handlebars, you kicked over the ol’ girl’s engine and listened to her growl her sexy growl.

“C’mon, Chibby!” you revved the engine, “I wanna go fast!”

He grinned at her as she popped up the kickstand with her heel, folded in the kickstarter and took off like a shot down to the end of the property. He quickly closed the rollup door and locked up. (Y|N) was doing hot laps up and down the long drive at TM. When he got on his bike, she came speeding back, sliding to a halt near him. She had a matching grin on her face.

“Get your ass movin’ old man, you’re slower than molasses!” she was being a sassy thing as she turned around to get ready to go again.

Old man, eh? He started his engine and revved it like she had. He chuckled, “Get off my lawn ye sassy girl!”

She let out an excited “whoop!” and took off down the long drive of Teller-Morrow. He caught up to her as she was closing the gate, leaving just enough space for him to slip through. She pulled the gate closed and he secured it with the heavy chain and padlock. He pulled her to him again, kissing her with all the love he felt, but couldn’t say…hoping she would understand.

“Mmm,” she murmured and opened her eyes lazily. “That was nice,” she smiled that smile.

He would miss her riding behind him, but it would be nice to ride with her for a change and see what kind of rider she was. He sat on his bike and looked over at his ol’ lady.

“Try to keep up, eh, lass?” he winked and rolled on the throttle, leaving her to catch up.

Monday eventually rolled around and with it came the unexpected, early arrival of one Alice Montgomery with the Internal Revenue Service. You were sitting in the TM office trying to set up a computer system that would streamline the office work when you noticed a taxi pulling up outside. You went to the door and leaned against the jamb. A cute lady in a smart-looking suit stepped out of the car and walked toward you at the door. You could just hear the sound of her heels clicking on the cement.

She walked toward you with a purpose and held out her hand to you, “Alice Mongomery.”

“(Y|N),” you were studying her. Taking her hand, “Pleasure.”

“Likewise,” she was curt. She looked around a little, “Shall we go inside?”

You led her in and showed her to the small spot where you had things picked up and indicated for her to sit. She obliged and sat down in the nearest chair to her. Alice put her brief case on top of the table where she was seated.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” she looked up at you.

Alice turned out to be a very down-to-business type of lady and you respected that about her. She wanted to get the audit done just as much as you and she set about moving through the documents immediately. You stayed in the office with her, taking calls and sending the boys out for tows and repos as needed. Alice wasn’t much of a talker, but she was friendly enough. By the time Friday arrived, she’d gotten more comfortable with you and the workings of Teller-Morrow Automotive. She was looking around at the office which had plenty of girlie pictures mixed in with the cars and motorcycles.

“Not the kind of place you’re used to, huh?” she said.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” you said. It wasn’t true, you knew exactly what she meant. “This is just like any other repair shop I’ve ever been in.”

Alice gave you a look that said she knew better, but she let it go.

“Did you have enough time to go over everything we sent Teller-Morrow?” she asked.

“Not really, but they have done a good job here,” you answered. “I do have a question for you, though.” You waited for her to look up at you. “Is there a reason the IRS homed in on TM?”

“They’ve had unusual activity here,” she stared at you then flicked her eyes toward the door. “I’m sure everything will check out fine.”

The old clubhouse was still a ruin at the end of the property and you understood what she meant by unusual activity, but that had been years ago. “Is there anything else I need to know about? The boys have always run this shop clean. Does the IRS think otherwise?” you wanted to know. RedWoody and Diosa were on your mind, but if the IRS wasn’t concerned, you wouldn’t be, either.

She looked up from her papers again, “By the way, Jack says to tell you hello. As far as the IRS goes, I’m only assigned to Teller-Morrow.”

It made you feel a little better to know Alice was on board with getting this audit done and that she was in contact with Jack. She was easy to get along with and didn’t need you around much to do her work. TM had been quite busy that week and you felt like you only got to see Filip at night for a few hours when you both finally got back home.

“Alright,” you stood up from the desk, “I’m gonna take a lunch.”

Going to the shop door, you opened it, “Rat, get your ass in here!” You couldn’t help it, Rat was an easy target and you liked messing with him. You hid your smirk as the man in question came trotting over.

“Yeah, (Y|N)?” his eyes were wide.

“What the hell man? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” you asked him, trying to sound pissed.

He looked down at you shaking his head, “I…I don’t know. What… What?”

“Don’t think you can get away with it,” you said sternly. “Get in here.”

You stepped inside and winked at Alice. Rat followed you in and closed the door behind him. Pointing at your usual spot since you’d arrived at Teller-Morrow, “Sit down and do whatever Alice needs you to do in addition to manning the phones and running the office, got it?” Your voice had lost all of the edge it had before bringing him into the office.

“Jesus, no wonder Chibs likes you. Smartass just like the rest of us,” he realized.

“Sorry, Rat, I couldn’t help it,” you grinned at him. “Seriously though, you do a good job in here. If you need help with anything, just call Chuckie. Take care of whatever Alice needs, too, okay? I’ll be back later.”

“Wouldn’t Tig or Happy be better in here?” he was trying to weasel out of it.

“No Tig can’t stand being in here and Happy scares people, you’re it,” you told him. “It’s just til I get back.”

He sighed and accepted his fate, “Yeah, sure, okay.”

“Alice, this is George, but everyone calls him Rat, he’s your slave until I get back. Anything you need, he’s your guy,” you told her.

She grinned at you, “Thanks.”

“Abuse him as you see fit,” you said as you walked out into the shop.

The boys were all working hard, and you spotted your old man working on the Beemer in the bay furthest from the office. You were sure there was nothing sexier than your man working hard, grease up his arms, his hair tied back with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. You stood in the space between the first bay and the office where you called out to him.

“Chibs!” He turned in your direction, wiping his hands on a rag. His dimples showed as he smiled at you. “Take me home, you sexy bastard.”

If it was possible, his smile brightened, and he threw the rag at the prospect. “Duty calls, boys!”

You walked out of the open bay, aware of the stares and cat-calls that followed you, enjoying every one of them. You went to Chibs’ bike and got on your helmet. It didn’t matter that you had your baby back, you liked riding with Chibs and that wasn’t going to change unless he needed to be gone during the day. You waited for him and appreciated that walk he probably didn’t even realize he was doing. Goddamn, he really is a sexy bastard. Look at him strut.

Hands on your hips, you waited for him to reach you. He looked like he was going to tackle you as he approached. He grabbed you to him and crushed his lips onto yours. Your hands gipped his work shirt. Taking a lunch break with him was exactly what you both needed. It was like you hadn’t seen him all week.

LATER Lying in bed with your sexy Scotsman, you looked at the clock and realized you should have been back at the shop over an hour ago. Chibs had dozed off and you almost had, too. Reaching for your phone, you called the shop. It took a while for Rat to answer the phone.

“TM,” was all he said.

“Hi Rat,” you were apologetic.

“Where the hell are you?! WHYAREN’TYOUBACKYET!?” Rat was on the edge. He was so loud Chibs startled awake next to you.

“Shit,” he rubbed his hand over his face. “You talkin’ ta Rat?”

You nodded and handed him the phone, “Rat! Calm tha fuck down… can’t ye handle it on yer own?... alrigh’… ALRIGHT!” He pushed the end button on your phone and handed it back to you.

“We need to go back?” you said.

“Aye, we need to go back,” he answered. “Tha lad’s havin’ a minor breakdown.”

“We can make it up to him, somehow. He can go home early, or something,” you said walking to the bathroom.

When you got back, Rat had already fled the office and Alice was on her own. There was still plenty of work to be done so you got back to it. Rat left everything piled up for you and had taken messages from the phone calls. As you got things straightened up, you chatted with Alice.

“Sorry I was gone so long. I really needed that break though,” you said.

“It’s okay, I was fine. Rat called that Chuckie guy to bring lunch. He’s something else. Been a long week, hasn’t it?” she observed.

You nodded in response, entering invoices into the new computer system. “Oh, you met Chuckie, huh? He’s a sweet guy. Did Rat do okay? He’s usually really good in here, but it’s been super busy, lately.”

She giggled a little, “Yeah, he was fine. He’s kinda cute.”

“Rat is?” Alice nodded. “Hmm. Want me to set you up?”

You were pretty sure that was why Rat was so flustered when you called earlier.

“Would you?!” Alice was excited.

You laughed, “Yeah, I can do that. What hotel are you staying at again?”

Alice gave you the details and you went to go find Rat before Chibs cut him loose for the day. You found him standing out by his bike, talking to Chibs.

“Rat, don’t go yet, I need to talk to you, but I need Chibs first,” you told him.

“Last time that happened I was stranded for a few hours,” he mumbled.

“What was that?” you asked.

“Okay,” he said, and plopped down on the seat of his bike with a sigh.

You pulled Chibs aside with you, so you could talk, somewhat privately with him.

“Wha’ is it, luv,” he asked. “Ye look serious.”

“Well, Alice has her eye on Rat and I was thinking, if he agrees, that maybe we could go out with them this weekend?” you hoped he would say yes, but wouldn’t be sad if he didn’t. You were just looking for a way to have a date night with your old man.

Did she know what that smile she gave him did? He couldn’t say ‘no’ to her when she did that. He wanted to make her smile like that all the time and if that meant going on a double-date with Rat and Alice, he would do it.

He sighed hard and hung his head, “Aye, lass. If it makes ye happy, we can go. Tomorrow, though, aye? I want ye to myself tonight.” He leaned down and kissed her deeply. He needed to be with her that night. She put her hands on his face and neck as he kissed her… God, I love this woman. When he let her go, her eyes stayed closed a moment.

“Woof,” she broke out of her daze, she agreed, “yeah, definitely tomorrow.”