#yea I’ll tag em why not

[dyketectivecomics]

While it’s fresh on my brain: the thing that rlly gets me about the Jason-Cass twin theory is the fact that if it were true, the one who was raised without knowledge of his legacy ended up being the one to follow in his parents footsteps, while the one who was raised with the expectation of following said legacy completely rejected her destiny. And THATS why I’m gonna risk it all to make it a thing when I break into detective comics comics

[dynamiteghost]

for the blorbo thing: agent 4? and/or an rtumblr character (or an au version of them)

agent 4 :3

c!morks (doesn’t capture the vibe exactly but yk)

[drabbles-mc]

Babysitter

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: If you're up for it, could you do -insert whoever you want- and the reader either talking about leaving their kid with Chucky or actually leaving their kid with Chucky. He is a sweet strange bird that we don't get enough of 🥰

Warnings: language, Angel being a protective dad, Chucky being the absolute best human on the planet

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I would take a bullet for Chucky with no hesitation. I love that man and I’m so glad he has found a family in Mayans. I love including him in my stories because he’s just??? The sweetest.

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“It would just be for a couple hours!” you sat on the bar stool next to Angel, “You’re telling me that she can’t stay here for a couple hours? She’s a baby, Angel. It’s not like she can get up and run off.”

“I’m not leaving her with these motherfuckers,” he shook his head.

Angel loved his brothers in the MC. He would take a bullet for any one of them. Which is why it was so surprising to you that he didn’t want to leave your daughter with them. He didn’t mind it when you brought her around the clubhouse, as long as one of the two of you always had eyes on her. He was fiercely protective of her, which was adorable, but it also made it difficult for the two of you to get any time for yourselves. She was six months old and it had been much longer than that since the two of you had some quality couple time.

“Angel, they know how to feed and change a baby. Coco has more kids than we do!”

“Then he can go watch those ones!” he was adamant, “I ain’t leavin’ her here.”

While the two of you were arguing, Chucky appeared from the back room with a few cases of beer. He saw the car seat sitting on the bar top and immediately set down the boxes to come and investigate. He’d met your daughter on a few occasions but there were always so many other people around.

He gently rocked the car seat with a smile, whispering things to her that neither you nor Angel could hear, but you heard her contagious giggles. You turned and looked to see who had her laughing like that, and you couldn’t hide your surprise when you saw the gentle, loving look in Chucky’s eyes as he let her reach and hold onto his prosthetic fingers.

Your heart melted at the way he was smiling at her and the words came tumbling out of your mouth, “You wanna hold her?”

He looked up at you, eyes as wide as his smile, “I would be honored.”

You laughed quietly as you stood up and carefully unhooked the straps that kept her safely in the seat. You lifted her up and out before passing her off to Chucky, who cradled her in his arms as if it was second nature to him. Chucky had always been a bit of a caretaker by nature but this was surprising even to you.

“Like you’ve done it a million times before,” you commented as you watched him bounce her gently on his hip.

“Maybe not a million, but close,” he didn’t take his eyes off the baby.

“Oh yea? You have kids?” you really never gave a lot of thought to what Chucky’s life was like when he wasn’t working at the scrapyard. You knew that he had quite a long history, but you never asked about the details of it.

He shook his head, “Haven’t had the good fortune of that yet. But I spent a lot of time with Jax Teller’s boys when they were babies.”

It was the first time that he had spoken to you about his life in Charming. He spared a momentary glance over at you as he said it before returning all of his attention to the baby on his hip. But even in that split second you could see the wistful look in his eyes. Sometimes you forgot about the fact that he uprooted his entire life to come to Santo Padre.

“Do you have plans tonight, Chucky?” you asked.

Both he and Angel whipped their heads to look at you, their expressions vastly different. Angel knew exactly where this line of questions was going and he wanted none of it. Chucky, on the other hand, had never looked more excited.

He shook his head, “Not a single plan in place, Y/N.”

You smiled, “You think you could watch our little pumpkin here for a couple hours while Angel and I get some Mommy and Daddy time?” you drummed your fingers on the bar, “It’d only be for a couple hours. Just to get some dinner and alone time.”

“It would be one of my life’s greatest pleasures,” everything he said always sounded so sincere.

You chuckled, nodding, “You’re a lifesaver.”

“Y/N,” Angel gently wrapped his hand around your arm, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

You nodded, “Sure, what’s up?”

He tugged you towards the opposite side of the clubhouse, getting the two of you out of earshot from Chucky, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What?”

“You just wanna leave our baby girl here with Chucky?”

You shrugged, “Why not? He seems like a goddamn baby whisperer.”

“Yea but—”

“And you heard him—he’s been around kids a ton before. Look at him,” you nodded towards Chucky, who was pretending to do some sort of ballroom dance with your daughter, “There is not an ounce of uncertainty in that man’s body. You telling me that any of the guys are ever that confident while holding her?”

Angel sighed, not able to deny that you had a point. Your daughter could smell fear from a mile away, and she could definitely sense when her tíos were getting nervous whenever they held her. You found it amusing because you could literally see the panic set into the eyes of the very tough group of bikers once she started to sound like she was about to cry. They would instantly try to locate you and glad you down to make you put out the fire that they inadvertently started.

Despite all of that, your daughter seemed happy as a clam as she waltzed around the clubhouse with Chucky. You could tell by the expression on Angel’s face that he saw what you saw, he just didn’t want to admit it.

“C’mon, baby,” you smiled and nudged his shoulder, “They make a good pair.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, “Two and a half hours tops. We’ll skip dessert if we have to.”

You beamed, clapping your hands, “Oh this is going to be amazing.” You pressed a kiss to Angel’s cheek before bounding over to Chucky, unable to try and tone down the huge smile on your face, “You really meant it about tonight?”

He nodded, “Of course. Anything for you. For her,” he looked at your daughter with a smile.

“You’re a gem!” you immediately started formulating a timetable in your brain, thinking out loud, “Okay I gotta jet home real quick to take care of a few things. Plus I’ll pack a bag of essentials for her to have here with you. And I’ll shower and get ready for dinner. I should be able to get back here by…6ish? Would that be alright?”

“That would be perfect.”

Angel sat back, watching the two of you make plans together while Chucky held your daughter on his hip. Despite his initial urge to reject the idea, he had to admit that there wasn’t the same knot in his gut about the idea of Chucky babysitting as there had been about literally any of the other guys. Chucky’s brain operated on a different level from the rest of them for sure, but realistically he was probably the most responsible out of all of them. Which was a strange thought.

You waved Angel over so that you could have him walk out to the car with you and the baby. You watched as Chucky carefully got her situated back into her car set, buckling and tucking her under her blanket. You wrapped Chucky in a hug, promising him that you would be back by six.

Angel carried the car set and got it situated in the back seat before turning to you, a smile on his face, “Drive safe, alright?”

You raised your eyebrows, “Wow, no smart comments?”

He chuckled, pulling you into a hug, “I’ll keep ‘em to myself…for now.”

“A true gentleman,” you laughed into his chest for a moment before pulling back to kiss him, “I’ll be back in a couple hours, okay?”

He nodded, “Whatever you need. Text me when you get home. I love you.”

You gave him another quick peck on the lips, “I love you too.”

You had packed everything that you could possibly think of into the diaper bag that you were bringing to the clubhouse. You had clothes, toys, formula, blankets, pillows, and of course diapers. It was impressive how much you were able to jam into the bag. Your daughter was babbling happily in her car seat as she watched you get everything set for her stay with Chucky. It was the first time that she was going to be away from both you and Angel for more than a couple minutes, and you were much more nervous about it than you wanted to let on. Not that you didn’t trust Chucky, but it was tough to leave your baby, even if you wanted some one-on-one time with her father.

When you rolled into the clubhouse, Angel was standing outside with Chucky and a few of the guys. Taking a deep breath you threw the car in park and got out, slinging the diaper bag over your shoulder before opening the back door and getting the car seat out. All of the guys looked at you expectantly as you approached the front steps. You could tell that they all had a hard time wrapping their heads around the fact that you were really about to leave Chucky in charge of your first and only child.

“Didn’t know that this hand-off had turned into a group affair,” you chuckled as you gently set the car seat down on the deck so you could get the bag off your shoulder.

“We just didn’t think that Angel would ever let anyone watch her,” Bishop piped in with a laugh, “Had to see it for ourselves.”

You made small talk with the group of them for a couple minutes before politely hinting that you and Angel had places to be—that was the whole point of this anyway. You unclipped your daughter from her car seat and picked her up, giving her a hug and a kiss before handing her to Angel so that he could do the same.

“I’m sure things will be fine, but if anything happens or if you have any questions at all, don’t hesitate to call me or Angel,” you gave Chucky a hug, “Thank you again for doing this. If anyone has got this under control, it’s you.”

You could see the pride on Chucky’s face as he soaked up what you were saying. Angel had the baby perched on his hip as he spoke to Chucky, “Anything happens to her and I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?”

Chucky nodded, not flinching one bit, “I accept that.”

Angel gave a nod of approval before handing the baby over, giving her one more kiss before doing so. He rested a hand on Chucky’s shoulder, “Thank you for doing this, Chucky.”

You didn’t know if Chucky had even heard what Angel had said—he was already enthralled with your daughter. You chuckled and shook your head as you tugged Angel back towards the car. You could hear the guys as you walked away. Coco must’ve picked up the diaper bag because you heard him call after you to ask if you had filled the thing with rocks instead of diapers, because that’s the only way it could be that heavy.

“What’d you put in there, querida?” Angel asked with a laugh as he got into the car.

“Just the essentials.”

Dinner was quiet, and just what the two of you needed. And, much to your surprise, you didn’t spend the whole evening worrying about if things were going okay back at the clubhouse. You trusted that Chucky would call if he needed assistance. You doubted that he did, though. Angel didn’t seem too flustered over it either. He checked his phone a few times just to make sure that there weren’t any missed calls or texts, but other than that he let it lie.

When the two of you got back to the clubhouse, everything was quiet. It wasn’t nearly late enough for it to be so dead, but you didn’t hear music or ruckus of any kind coming from the clubhouse. It was almost eerie.

You and Angel walked into the clubhouse to see that a large space in the center of it had been cleared of any and all furniture. Chucky had laid out all of the blankets and pillows that you had sent and clearly had come up with some of his own, and made quite the expansive play area for your daughter in the middle of the floor. She was fast asleep now, tucked safely in her favorite blanket with stuffed animals surrounding her. Chucky was sitting cross-legged next to her, just watching her to make sure that she stayed happily in her little dream world.

The icing on the cake was all of Angel’s brothers sprawled out across the blankets as well, also fast asleep. You giggled quietly as you leaned into Angel’s side, both of you walking over attempting not to wake anyone up, but especially the baby.

“Looks like you’ve had things perfectly under control here,” you whispered as you sank down and sat next to Chucky.

“Smoothest sailor out at sea,” he said back quietly with a nod.

“The boys can stay here,” you gently nudged Chucky’s shoulder, “But this little lady needs to come home with me. I’ll come by for the blankets and pillows tomorrow.”

You carefully got your daughter situated in her car seat without waking her up. Your daughter was luckily a very heavy sleeper, which would serve her well growing up surrounded by motorcycles. She hardly even flinched as you buckled her in and draped the blanket back over her again.

You hugged Chucky tight as you thanked him again, and you could tell that he felt it with his whole body, “I really appreciate you doing this for us, Chucky. Would you mind if we called on you again down the road?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he looked back and forth between you and Angel as the three of you stood on the steps to the clubhouse, “Thank you, Angel Reyes, Y/N, for trusting me.”

“You’ve earned it, man,” Angel said with a nod.

The smile that spread across Chucky’s face could’ve melted the coldest heart in the world. The three of you said one more round of goodbye’s to each other before you and Angel headed off to the car, your sleepy daughter now in tow.

Once she was situated and you and Angel had gotten buckled in, you turned over to him with a smile on your face. He shook his head, not even needing to look at you to know that you had a smug expression.

“Just fucking say it,” he said with a laugh.

“I told you so!” you said in a loud whisper as you playfully slapped his arm.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he threw the car into drive, “Yea, yea. You told me so.”

[paisley-print]

2:00pm :  The Things I Do For Us

About: A trip to the grocery store turns into a fight.

Rating: 18+

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Warnings: Marriage problems, verbal fight.  

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Notes:  Giving ya’ll another update because the last one was so short.

“Jack…... Jack…... Jackson.”

He snapped out of his daze and looked up at you. Immediately the world came back into focus, and he remembered where he was. Tiled floors, outdated music playing overhead, shelves lined with items. His hands moved along the smooth surface of the cart as he stared at you, trying to remember what you said.

You sighed, getting frustrated but attempting to remain calm. “Are we out of garbage bags?”

“Oh, uh... I don’t know.”

“I asked you to check before we left,” you told him. 

“Well, I didn’t, just get em’ not like we ain’t gonna use em” he said, then pulled out his phone in order to check his emails.

Your grip on the box made your knuckles turn white. You would have rather come by yourself, it would have been easier. The box hit the metal grate of the cart with a thud as you continued down the aisle. “Also, we need to go to that store on Maple ave so I can buy a dress.”

He didn’t bother looking up at you. “Why don’t you just wear the white one you have?”

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him incredulously. “Wear the white dress we got married in….. to my cousin’s wedding?”

He mumbled a curse under his breath and placed the phone back in his pocket. “Is that this weekend?”

You knew what he was about to say, you could see it in his face. “.... Jack.”

“I’m sorry sugar, but I can’t take off work.”

“You’ve known for fucking weeks” you turned away from him, your voice breathy as you tried to calm down.  “... fuck Jack, I mean really.” 

He followed behind you “you’re mad at me because I have to work?”

You were trying to keep your voice down so as not to cause a scene; you turned into the frozen foods aisle. The sound of the freezers helped with the noise. “No, I’m mad that you wait until two days before we are supposed to leave to tell me.”

He shook his head, getting defensive. “Yeah well, maybe if I didn’t have to take all those days off at the beginning of the year I would have enough vacation days to go.”

Your gaze met his, and for a moment you couldn’t believe what he just said. He was referring to when you were ill from carrying his child. Severe morning sickness you endured without complaint for months.

“Here,” you said, reaching into your pocket and tossing the keys to him. “Go, I‘m done. I can’t do this right now.”

He caught them easily. “You’re acting like a child.”

“I’m not acting like a fucking child, Jack! I already asked you to stop fucking saying that to me! I don’t want to fight with you in the middle of the store, so leave! Take the car, do whatever. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

You knew he wouldn’t. In the time you two had known each other, Jack had never let you go grocery shopping by yourself. Not once.

He kept speaking to you “I’m sorry I have to work for someone and can’t just go in to the office whenever I fucking feel like it.”

You turned to him, your face deadly, “I told you. Not here-”

“You never give me any credit for the things I do for us.”

Quiet exasperation flooded your features. Pulling your sweater around yourself, you opened the freezer door. Icy air flooded your skin as you reached in to grab a carton of milk. 

He kept going “you’re always giving me shit, complaining. It’s like I can’t ever do anything right.”

You dropped the carton in the shopping cart and regarded him with an annoyed smile. “Fine, that’s fine. I just won’t say anything anymore. You never seem to listen anyway, so what’s the point?”

“Y/n.”

It was your turn to continue “No honestly. I confirmed with you before sending the RSVP and hotel reservations at least five times. And what did you say to me?”

Frustrated, the cowboy let go of the cart to walk past you.

You took hold of it and followed. “What did you say to me, Jack? You said, and I quote ‘yeah that’s fine’. So maybe what you view as me giving you shit, is actually me trying to get you to listen for once.”

If he had just told you he wasn’t able to go when you first asked, then you would have had time to cancel. Now you were stuck doing it by yourself. Not to mention how much you were looking forward to the trip with him. It had been months since the two of you had done anything together. Jack was gone most of the day since signing on to some new project. Sometimes he wouldn’t even come home at night, he would sleep in the accommodations they had there for visiting agents. It hurt, because all you wanted to do was spend time with him.

He turned around walking up to you, keeping his voice low, “you’re embarrassing yourself.”

You matched his pitch, venom dripping from your voice. “Oh, I’m embarrassing myself?”

“Yes, you are.”

You felt rage at the way he twisted things around. You had told him to leave already, but he wouldn’t. He went for the jugular when he was angry, and it made you furious. Jack always seemed to turn a non-issue into a huge blowout with his lack of filter. Even when you were your most upset, you censored yourself. 

You could end it right now, make him go back to the car with one sentence. ‘What are you worried about? That I’m going to end up like her?’ but you didn’t say those words…. because you knew that there were some things you would never recover from. 

The two of you finished your trip in silence. 

The world blurred past as you looked out the window of the car, still pissed off but regretting being so combative. His hand settled on your thigh, the way it normally did when he was driving. You didn’t move it, but you also didn’t make any attempt to acknowledge it either. 

His voice broke through the silence “you still want to go to that store?”

You shook your head “no, we can put this stuff away then I’ll go back myself.”

“You sure?” he asked.

There wasn’t any malice in your voice, mostly you were just tired. “I know you don’t want to go. It’s not a big deal. I’ll be in and out.”

“I’ll start dinner then.” 

“Okay, that works.” you whispered. 

Then suddenly you were hit by an overwhelming sense of loss. You didn’t quite know why. You so desperately wanted things to go back to the way they were. When the two of you would laugh and joke as you shopped for the week. It never quite dawned on you just how bad things were until days like this when you were unable to get through simple tasks without some sort of problem. 

You wanted your husband back so badly, it almost made you sick. 

[grimessbitch]

Devil’s sister- Introductions - Rick Grimes x Reader

Finally I’ve posted the first chapter! I’ve been working really hard on this for awhile with brain storming and trying to make my writing as great as the idea, so please remember feedback is key 💕 and the tag list is open :)

“So you know what you’re gonna do now, right?” Negan asked you not giving you any attention at all as he cleaned Lucille “Yea, Negan, I understand. Now can I please go now? You’ve told me like a thousand times!” You groaned loudly stomping your foot a bit, your older brother took advantage of you being about thirty years younger than him. Negan’s mother had him fresh out of high school, and your mother had you around the time she was in her late thirties, early forties. Your mother ended up marrying his dad for his money which resulted in you two having the same father but different mothers and Negan being in his early fifties and you being in your early to mid twenties. “Yea. Yea. And Y/N?..don’t fall in love with the prick” He grumbled, You walked out and out of the sanctuary towards the tree-line. Croutching down lown you grabbed your knife, you could hear the loud groans coming from the undead up on the street, your target being way ahead of them, Rick Grimes, the man you had to force to fall in love with you. You dove deeper into the woods taking down a stray walker, Gulping and holding back a gag you cut open the walking corpse smearing the blood on you bit along with some mud, anything to make it look like you had been out here for months.

It had be at least three or four days of walking and killing walkers, and if Negan would’ve explained that this was part of you mission you never would’ve done it. You stunk, your hair was a complete mess, the mud had dried on your face giving it a disgusting feeling. Walking closer to a noise you heard you saw a giant field, and in the center was a beaten down red car, with a boy sitting on top of it, using a knife to peel the bark off of a stick. As you walked closer you recognized the face, you had seen him once at the Sanctuary, but he wasn’t wearing a hat or a bandage over his eye at the Sanctuary. “Hello?” You asked walking into the field “please don’t shoot I’m..I’m not bit” you yelled a bit louder as the boy jumped down walking towards you “who are you?” The boy asked standing in front of you glaring a bit, obviously not happy that you disturbed his peace “I’m lost..I’m looking for somebody named..Daryl?” You asked looking at Carl, putting a confused and dumbfounded look on your face “how do you know him?” He asked sitting on the hood of the car “I met him once..he told me if I was ever in trouble to go west...and I’ll find a town...w-why do you know him?” You asked quickly. “Yea. Go...that way about a mile or two and you’ll be there” The boy said pointing the left calmly grabbing his knife again “I’m Y/n...thank you...for helping” You smiled nervously reaching out your hand to shake his. “Carl” he nodded towards you not turning away from his stick. “I’ll be on my way..thank you” you smiled walking forward on your trip to Alexandria.

You crept through the dead leaves, trying to walk through the large patch of mud that was blocking your path. Hearing a metallic clank your heart dropped, and about the same time your heart dropped sharp metal teeth clamped onto your leg, a fucking bear trap. Falling to your knees you bit your arm, if you screamed now it’d attract however many walkers, and then bam. You’re dead. “Fuck” you growled reaching down to your leg prying the bear trap open and off of you. You crawled back out of the mud patch starting to rip your pant leg in half, wrapping the ripped cloth around your now blood covered leg you forced yourself up. You walked forward, using a large stick to help you as you limped.

Stumbling up to Alexandria you collasped, the wound on your calf was the cause of your collapse which you didn't plan. A walker slowly walking up falling forward, you gagged at it's foul breath, reaching into your holster you forced the knife into the walker's head, the body going limp "You bit!?" A southern accent yelled from the open gate, his long hair basically covering his face "no! I-I stepped in a bear trap!" You yelled your voice cracking lightly, truth was you were in alot of pain, your calf was throbbing and the ripped shirt you used to stop the bleeding was now soaked with blood. The Southern man rushed out helping you up and helping you inside "M Daryl" He grunted leading you towards one of the houses, you looked around, gulping whenever you saw Rick, he was alot more attractive up and close, and way more attractive than Negan described. By the time your leg was stitched and patched up Rick stood in front of you, his hands holding onto his belt in an almost cocky way, you could see every muscle flex under the shirt he was wearing. "I'm Rick Grimes. Nice to meet you"

“I-I’m Y/n” You said calmly, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, if you couldn’t get into Alexandria now then you never would, you had to play it calm and cool. “How many walkers you kill?” He asked sitting down on the bed directly across from you “A few Dozon?..” you questioned fixing her shirt to look more presentable “and how many people have you killed?..” he asked looking at you a little more stern, you had to make it believable..and what’s more believable then the somewhat truth? “One.” You gulped looking at him trying to keep eye contact, but your big brother was right, his stink eye is intimidating. “Why?” He asked resting a hand on the handle of his knife now ready to attack you if you tried anything “got to handsy.” You said messing with your jeans “Let’s go and get you some new clothes. Those are all ripped them you can get cleaned up” Rick said wrapping your arm around his shoulder and helping you up, letting out a small whimper you limped forward going to wherever Rick took you. “Carl, she’s gonna wash up upstairs okay?” He asked looking towards the boy you had seen in the woods before “it’s you! I brought you that food that one time” Carl smiled softly waving a bit at you, a small baby cooing and smiling at you from in front of the teenager. “What’re you talkin about, Carl?” Rick asked holding your wrist to keep you from falling onto the ground in pain. “I went on a run...with Enid...and I scared off her deer so I gave her a can or two of food” Carl explaining smiling softly towards you “make yourself at home..I think you’ll fit in my clothes better” he pointed out before Rick lead you upstairs and into the bathroom “there’s a towel, here’s clothes..there is hot water along with soap and conditioner...when you’re done...go to Carl and we’ll talk” he explained to you slowly, you nodded softly holding the clothes and towel like it was your lifeline. Would Negan be mad if you stayed? Because right now running hot water everyday would be amazing.

The hot water hitting your back felt great, although it burnt your stitches a bit, you ignored it, just happy to be hit with hot water instead of ice cold water. You let out a deep breath, so far you were in, the long talks with Negan refreshing in your mind.

“Listen to me Y/n! Stop fucking around! Once you get Rick to trust you and love you you’ll report back to me. You’ll let us in through the back while everybody is asleep and we’ll attack and I’ll finally get to fucking kill Rick Grimes. It’ll take a long time..but I trust you.”

Whenever you opened the door Carl was right outside of it about to knock “S-sorry! You were taking awhile after the water shut off and I just wanted to che-“ you cut Carl off by laughing a bit “It’s okay, seriously little man, I just need your help finding your dad” You smiled looking at him, wearing a pair of skinny jeans that were held on by a belt and folded at the ends to fit your legs, obviously Rick’s jeans. You also wore a Marvel comics shirt which you had a feeling was Carl’s “O-oh! Of course” Carl rushed out grabbing your arm leading you down the stairs, making sure to help the best he could.

Carl lead you into a large building, like a library of some sort that was transformed into a meeting hall “dad?..” Carl called standing in the doorway next to you. “Yea?” Rick asked turning around smiling softly at you and the teenager “oh hey Y/n, let’s get you sat down and I’ll go through the rules and things with ya for you to stay here” he explained sitting at a small desk “so..you’re already ready to stay here..but I just have to get a few things outta the way” Rick explained to you resting his hands on the desk “Every week we split what we find with somebody called the saviors” he said looking at you closely “ya know of em?” You gulped, was this Rick telling you he already saw through your lies, what was next? Was he gonna kill you? “Yea..i used to know em...Leader is a fucking dick” You said looking at Rick, taking a deep breath to stay calm.

“How do you know them?” He asked crossing his arms “they cornered me one day in the place I was staying..forced me with them..I-I only just escaped now” you explained, you weren’t exactly lying to Grimes, it’s just whenever you were cornered and forced to leave your home it wasn’t ‘The Saviors’ it was only Negan, back before he changed into the jealous, cocky, asshole he is today. “Can you prove your story?..” he asked, slowly you turned around showing your back, a large scar presenting itself down next to your spine. “Negan’s right hand man Simon..” she whispered sitting back down “he caught me trying to run...tackled me and tried to kill me” you lied looking at him sadly.

“Alright...we ain’t got any open houses so you’ll either have to pair with Daryl or pair with Eugene” Rick said looking at you in almost an awe “there’s two jobs open..Either go on runs with Daryl and I or stay here with the garden” What he said shocked you into a still, you could either get to know Rick more and try to further your plan that way or you could take a different approach and get his kids to like you first. “I’ve always been better with gardening...I don’t wanna slow you boys down” you explained smiling a bit, your stomach turning with how you said it, You knew you could probably be a better fighter than both of them combined but what if Rick didn’t want that? And he wanted someone to stay home with the kids. “Okay...we may pull you a few times to train to fight just Incase the savior’s try anything or walkers get behind the walls somehow” Rick mumbled under his breath writing things down.

“Alright, so..Daryl or Eugene?..” Rick asked looking at you “Eugene...I’ve met him before and feel safe there” you explained, fiddling with your thumbs “great! I’ll take ya over” Rick smiled standing up helping you up and off the chair “you won’t have to work until yer leg is healed..unless ya can work with kids” he asked looking at you as he walked down the street, helping you stay upright while walking. “Yea- yea I’m good with kids, I-I used to be a pre-school assistant before..all of this” You whispered looking at Rick, both of you standing on Eugene’s porch. “Alright that’s great, I’ll come show you were the daycare is tomorrow morning, rest up though” Rick whispered as the front door opened and Eugene grabbed your arm slowly but tightly.

Once the door shut Eugene jerked you into the living room “What in the world are you doing here? Did Negan put you up to this?” He growled holding your arm tightly “N-no. I-I ran from Negan..” You whimpered tearing up giving Eugene the most upsetting face you could muster. “O-okay...I do suppose that makes sense...you did despise your brother quite a lot” he explained leading you upstairs “this will be your living quarters” He explained before leaving you alone in the half empty room.

Laying down on your mattress you sighed, this was your new life, trying to calm your mind down was a job within itself and was tiring all together. Taking a few deep breaths you closed your eyes and started counting down from one hundred, figuring that counting down would help calm your mind down enough for you to fall asleep.

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There You Are

Something I thought of inspired by the song “There You Are” by Zayn. Hope you guys like it☺️!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, drunk reader, fluff mixed in

Need you when I'm broken, when I'm fixed

Need you when I'm well, when I'm sick

Friends that I rely on don't come through

They run like the river, but not you

The erratic knocking at his hotel room door makes Chris turn on the bedside lamp as he sits up annoyed and confused. Picking up his phone, the time read 2:17 am making him mentally groan as the knocking continued.

“Hold on!,” he called out as he slipped on his sweatpants draped over the lounge chair in the corner and pulled his hooded jacket over his arms before lazily zipping it up. Coming closer to the door, he slightly pauses now hearing humming mixed with faint giggles only making him more confused and eyebrows knit together.

Although warped due to the view from peephole, he could see you clad in your satin like, short, black dress leaning against the door swaying to the song coming from your smiling lips. You ran into each other earlier at a wrap party neither of you knew the other would be attending, and briefly talked before going your separate ways for the night agreeing to try to meet later to catch up on lost time.

So why you were here at his hotel room, he had no idea.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?,” he asked once opening the door to see you visibly drunk, heels in your hand, as you continued to sing to yourself and dance as if he wasn’t there.

“I jus keep em satisfied on the weekend,” you giggled leaning forward until your head was nearly at your knees. If it wasn’t for Chris reaching out to hold you up by your waist, your body would’ve eventually touched the floor as well. Head tilted, you dreamily take in those familiar features that always made you weak. His soft beard covering that sharp jawline, barely noticeable freckles speckled near his adorable nose. And the cherry on top, his bright blue eyes shielded by those infuriating long lashes that you, and probably every woman in the world, were envious of.

“Hi,” you whisper being met with his small smile.

“Let’s get you inside.”

His arm moves to wrap around your waist holding on a bit tighter noticing your unsteady footsteps. Really they shouldn’t even count as footsteps since you barely moved your feet, instead letting them slide along the carpet as he took a couple steps back.

“You feel sick?,” he asked closing the door behind him with his foot before padding across the cool floor with your chests firmly pressed against each other’s. Shaking your head no as he carefully sits you on the edge of the disheveled bed, you instantly fall back laughing with your arms stretched out bringing them up and down trying to make snow angels.

“Comfy.”

“Glad you feel at home,” he chuckles to himself removing your phone from your purse. Luckily he knew your passcode would be your birthday from being friends for so long. “I’m gonna call your boyfriend to pick you up okay?”

“We broke up,” you sigh, stopping your arms movements.

“Oh...I-I’m sorry.”

“Yep. Last year.”

“Wait you broke up last year?,” he repeats stepping closer to the bed leaving your phone on the dresser next to your purse. “But earlier you said-,”

“I lie.”

“So,” he starts as he sits next to you. “You’re out here on your own and came here all by yourself?”

He couldn’t help but think of everything that could’ve gone wrong during your journey making him want to hold you close being glad that you were, for the most part, okay.

“Mhmm,” you nod looking up at him with innocent, doe like brown eyes as if you saw nothing wrong with what you did. Fingers raking through his messy hair, he quietly sighs sympathetically peering down at you.

“It’s good you made it here safely, but promise me you won’t do that again.”

Whispers in the background, behind closed doors

I got myself in a mess and without you I'm in more

Oh, I'm a little drunk now, that's why I went to war

Oh, yeah, you are my sober when I'm on the floor

“...I’m a terrible person,” you slur, back still pressed against the mattress.

“No you’re not. That’s just the shots talking,” he replies returning beside you with a bottle of water from the minibar. “Here, so you’ll start to feel better.”

“But I am,” you insist holding onto his arm as you sit up. “I hurt people.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips and the amused look that spread across his face. You were one of the nicest people he’d ever met, so to hear you, or anyone for that matter, call you terrible, or anything bad, only made him want to laugh since clearly it had to be a joke.

“Who did you hurt then?”

“You.”

There was an awkward silence as his eyes slowly shifted from you to the plastic bottle in his hands. He wouldn’t say you hurt him those few years ago, but he was definitely left with unanswered questions. Your friendship seemed to slowly be turning into something more as texts became more frequent and calls became longer, lasting into the early hours of the morning. You even started visiting his place more after being prompted with his many invites, and persuaded by pictures of the beautiful scenery that surrounded him.

“Ugh so jealous😩! Rather be there than stuck with this meeting” you’d reply to his small video clip of the sun shining down on the terrain in front of him and Dodger during their hike.

“Come by after and we can go again😋”

“Hmm...maybe I will☺️. Don’t tempt me with a good time lol”

“😂 wasn’t trying to purposely tempt you, buttt not gonna lie and tell you not to take the bait😉”

One day though, the mood between the both of you shifted as he felt you become more distant. Chris thought that maybe it was something he’d said or done and tried to talk with you about it, but you kept avoiding it.

So much so, that you eventually left without a warning not telling him until he tried to come see you.

“Don’t worry about that, get some rest.”

“You’re so amazing, and kind, and-and beautiful! I was scared, and always I run,” you sniff hanging your head. “You d-deserved better, I’m terribully.”

Palms finding your cheeks, he gently tilts your head so you’ll meet his soft eyes while his thumbs wipe away the couple tears that just started to fall.

“Hey, you’re not terribully okay? Yea we have some things to talk about, but we can do that later. Your mind doesn’t need the stress right now.”

His calm voice and sweet words only make you feel worse as a few more tears fall to meet his hands.

“And you’re patient. There for me,” you add playing with the zipper on his jacket. “I mess up.” Noticing your slight shivers, he moves to his open suitcase getting one of his sweatshirts.

“Think you can put this on by yourself?,” he asks to which you nod yes. “Go ahead and change. I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.”

Only you know me the way you know me

Only you forgive me when I'm sorry

“Y/N? You okay?,” he asks a few moments after no longer hearing you shuffle and stumble about. Peeking in, he softly chuckles shaking his head at the sight of you sleeping across the bed in his sweatshirt. He gently lifts your head placing one of the many hotel pillows under it before pulling the comforter over your bare legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble sinking your face further into the side of the oversized hood pulled over your head.

“Shh, get some rest.”

Taking one final look at your still body to make sure you were okay, he moves towards the couch with head cycling through all those feelings he thought were buried deep enough he’d eventually forget. Who was he kidding though? Even after everything that happened between you two he knew those feelings would always be there.

And seeing you tonight practically glowing; looking every bit as angelic as he remembered only confirmed it.

———

Eyes slowly opening to the dimly lit room, your instincts to quickly sit up and take in your new, unfamiliar surroundings are halted by the pounding in your head. All those shots definitely weren’t as enjoyable now as they were going down.

You let your head roam to the best of your ability eventually falling on the navy blue hoodie keeping you warm, bringing back last nights events along with embarrassment and shame as you groan.

“Okay new rule, no more drinking when you’re out since apparently you get diarrhea of the mouth and spill all your emotions when no one asked.”

“So I guess that’s a no to bar hopping tonight then?,” you hear making you sit up with a wince and a few ow’s. Standing in his seemingly shmedium black tee over dark jeans and sneakers, his Boston ball cap shades his face but not enough that you can’t see his dazzling smile.

“H-hey.”

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, besides my head feeling like I’m gonna have a brain blast in the worst way that is,” you answer making him chuckle as he moves closer to the bed.

“Yea I kinda figured, which is why I got breakfast for you.” Setting down the plastic bags in his hands, he pulls out takeout containers still steaming from the top causing you to mentally aw at his sweet gesture. “Hope you’re okay with waffles, eggs, and bacon. I wasn’t really sure what your go to was.”

“I’d honestly take anything right now,” you softly laugh carefully removing the lid to your waiting food. “Thanks Chris. Not just for the food, but for last night too.”

“Anytime.”

Even when I messed it up

There you are

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[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

this week’s highlights:

patreon drawings are up! [heraldinthedark], [lukeperiodsun] and [fleurdelis] :>

new patreon favorites post [here]!

sticker club design for this month has been successfully made [real]!

I’m just really happy with how this [hades] drawing turned out!

there’s a few silly bonus images under the cut too :v

on the last [roundup]:

@littlemousejelly​​ said: oh this is such a cute roundup!!! 😭💕 i'm glad you enjoyed my tags! thank you for the incredible kirby art coming across your blog was a GIFT

aw thank you so much! I love doing these cuz I get to share some of the tags that make me happy with everyone else, and save them so they’re easy for me to reread :>

on [arms]:

@littlemousejelly​​ said: PICK HIM UP!!!!! he'm asking for hug! giv!!

@bubblesthesanddragon​ said: *picks them up and hugs*

@zer0cracy​​ said: ...spirit bomb.

(balognajoan on twitter also replied with an image of frieza charging a spirit bomb so I already had this one ready XD )

@gingersducksandbubbles​​ said: yay! poyo! aaaay! 🤷🏼‍♀️ like that emoji but more cheerful like

@inexplicably-spookified​​ said: put ur nubs in the air wave 'em like you just don't care

on [spider]:

@littlemousejelly​​ said: BEST FRIENDS! JUST TWO ORBS CHILLIN' IN A HOUSE HUGGING A LOT CUZ THEY'RE BOTH GAY! GORB AND SPIDORB 🥺

you know what, that’s a great point! turns out the spider’s gay too! (I had to show this one to my partner)

on [puddle]:

@littlemousejelly​​ said: OH NO SAD KORBO it'll be okay!!! i pat pat your liddol gumdrop blob self. also op i really hope the ring thing works out soon!

@dragonsandmollusks​ said: 1. this image is a mood, and 2. I hope you get the ring situation figured out. sucks to hear that happened

thank you both ;u; I’ve got a fidget ring coming in the mail just so I can have something in the meantime, and my partner had been asking about proposing to me a second time a lot lately anyway so she’s pretty content to just get me a new ring soon and maybe we can remake the old one once she’s a rich doctor.

on [hades]:

@ferdinandv0naegir​​ said: oh my goodness, blood and poyo

hehe :3

on [sip]:

@und3rta13tra5h​​ said: So glad you’re doing better! ❤️

thank you! <3 (I keep overdoing it and giving myself headaches and stuff still, but I’ll figure it out eventually and I’m a lot less limited than I was even still -u- )

@orion-flux​​ said: he looks very happy with his juicy I too wish to be that happy

perhaps if you too obtain a juice you may experience such joy :)

on [knife]:

@kaaabbiiii​​ said: knives are for cutting cake!

that’s why kirby seems to have so many! it’s cuz he eats so much cake and doesn’t want to do dishes every day :)

on [mcdonalds]:

@gingersducksandbubbles​ said: yea this is a mood kirby, been a looooong time but agreed. or a chick fil a and still ordering the same thing you always get. like your hair may be a lil messy and your clothes a lil rumpled from the nap but youre half awake and hungry and dont care and lowkey might fight anyone that looks at you too long. too aggressive? eh oh well still a mood Kirby. also how DARE tumblr to pull a character limit in the tags like twitter used to and then making me retype this. its like when Tumblr had reblog limits way back but now its worse

oh absolutely there is a fight-or-flight instinct associated with being removed from the safety of the car and placed under the harsh fluorescent light of the fast food restaurant. but no one in the restaurant actually cares because 95% of them are doing the exact same thing as you and the other 5% see it all day every day anyway because that’s the nature of a freeway rest stop town but you still somehow feel a little bit like someone’s going to challenge you for being there in such disarray. You Get It.

from the ask box:

anonymous said: Kirby characters are so satisfying to draw. And cats. Those too.

I haven’t figured out cats yet, but they seem like they’d be a lot of fun once you got the hang of them with all those smooth curves. I can say for sure I agree about the kirby characters being satisfying though :>

[flowerpowell]

The Dream Life of Ellie Wheeler (Colt x MC // Logan x MC)

PART THREE

A/N: .... I headcanon (fancanon?) that Colt and Ellie live in the same house as they did in The Boy Next Door (except we only have one bedroom here 😉). Sorry for the wait but I hope it’ll be worth it. Let me know what you think about this series because I’m still unsure 🙊 

Rating: G 

Tagging: @delightfullypinkglitter, @mskaneko, @desiree-pow, @lovehugsandcandy, @badchoicesposts​, @kingliam2019​, @client-327​, @walkerduchess​, @sophxwithers​ ❣

“I go on too many dates But I can't make 'em stay At least that's what people say, mm, mm That's what people say, mm, mm”

“My daddy commissary made it to commas Bitch, all my grandmas dead So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy”

“Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake”

“If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element”

“Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it—"

“Hey!” Ellie exclaimed when Colt turned off the radio. “I was listening to something, you know!”

“I was listening to something as well,” he replied, his eyes glued to the road ahead of them. “But since you kept changing my song back to that pop shit, I’d rather drive in silence.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. They were on the road for many hours now and apart from the time she took to take a nap, they had been arguing about the music playing in the car majority of the time.

“Taylor Swift is not that bad, actually. I’m sure you’d enjoy—”

“Right now, all I want is to enjoy the silence.” Colt narrowed his eyes but still didn’t look at Ellie.

“Hey! I have that song somewhere on my phone! I can play it and—”

“Ellie! I’m driving! Can you keep your mouth shut for at least ten minutes?”

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” she quickly said and looked away. Not that there was much to look at but she didn’t want risk Colt changing his mind and driving her back to California. After all, he agreed to her plan and now they were driving to Oklahoma. Ellie really tried to be nice to him. Colt definitely didn’t even bother. Not that she expected anything else.

Her father also didn’t take it in very well. When she came home with marriage certificate in one hand, dragging Colt with the other one, detective Wheeler almost passed out from anger. And shock. But mostly anger.

She knew why.

Yes, he was angry that she got married without telling him but she married a Kaneko. And her father hated Teppei and devoted his life to find dirt on him. And now with Ellie being married to a Kaneko, Mr. Wheeler had to drop the case completely in the name of ‘no family affairs’ policy. Colt’s “hello Daddy” probably didn’t help either. In short, her father was so angry that Ellie was sure there was no higher level of angry.

Colt and Ellie left the same day and Ellie hadn’t spoken to her father since. Freedom tasted a bit sad but so good at the same time.

“Oh! McDonald’s! I’m so hungry, maybe we could—” Ellie pointed her finger at the restaurant as Colt picked up speed and they passed it in a blink of the eye. She looked at her husband and rolled her eyes. He couldn’t even bother to hide that awful smirk. Jerk.

“Your ten minutes of no talking isn’t over yet,” he noticed and Ellie sighed. This man was a nightmare.

Just a few more weeks. You’re doing it for Langston. Think of Langston. Think of—

“We have only six more hours. I think it’s pointless to stop anywhere to eat. You can make dinner when we’re home, wifey.” Colt finally looked at her and smiled smugly. Ellie wanted to punch him so bad but instead she only nodded and focused on the road.

Langston. Think of Langston.

~~~~

Colt didn’t intend to make it any easier for Ellie Wheeler. She blackmailed him, him, and now he was stuck with her. He couldn’t even leave the country as he wanted initially because her father would be capable of sending literal troops after him.

He still remembered Mr. Wheeler’s face when he realized Ellie married him. Teppei Kaneko’s son. For a short moment, Colt thought Mr. Wheeler would explode. Literally explode because Colt could count every single vein on his neck and face. At least he had to drop his father’s case. Colt was safe, as Ellie promised.

He looked at Ellie as she was stretching after the long ride. She was like a weed, he couldn’t get rid of her no matter what he tried to do.

“Here we are,” Colt said, taking his suitcases and leaving Ellie’s still in the car. “Take your stuff and you can start making dinner. I’m quite hungry.”

“You wouldn’t be if you’d stop at McDonald’s! Or literally anywhere else.”

“Why would I do it if my wife works in a coffee shop and is great at cooking?”

He heard her taking a deep breath and counting quietly to ten.

As he said. He had no intention of making it any easier for Ellie Wheeler.

~~~~

After dinner, for which Ellie ordered pizza since there was nothing edible in the house, Colt went upstairs to his bedroom, leaving Ellie alone downstairs. Her suitcases were still in the living room and she wondered where she was supposed to go. The house was pretty small; there was a spacious living room and a kitchen on the first floor and one bedroom and a bathroom on the second.

Ellie climbed up the stairs and hesitantly knocked on Colt’s bedroom door. At least two minutes passed before he opened the door.

“Yes?”

“Umm… Where can I sleep?” She asked hoping there was another bedroom which she hadn’t noticed before. She surely didn’t want to sleep with Colt in the same room. Considering what Colt thought about her, she was sure he felt the same.

“Definitely not here,” he replied.

“That I know.” Ellie took a deep breath. “But I need to sleep somewhere.”

Colt shrugged. “Not my problem. Should’ve thought about it before you made me marry you.”

“I’m sorry, okay! It’s only temporary, I’ll ask around and find a place in a dormitory and you’ll get rid of me.”

“You can sleep in the living room. Sofa’s comfortable.” And with that, Colt closed the door, ending their conversation.

Ellie went downstairs and put her blankets and pillows on the sofa, taking a mental note to buy some bedding. She took a quick shower, taking another mental note to buy a shower gel because the one she found smelled like Colt and she didn’t like it. Feeling a rush of anxiety, she ran to her improvisatorial bed. She closed her eyes, dreaming of her life here, hoping her mother would be proud.

~~~~

“See you’re already in a wife mode.”

“What?” Ellie stopped reading a book to look at Colt.

“Wearing baggy sweats and all. I think I’ve seen you in this Langston sweatshirt a million times and I’ve known you only for a few days,” Colt mocked her, not trying even for a split second to be nice to someone who blackmailed him.

“Well, it’s not like I have anyone to impress,” Ellie snapped back and Colt rolled his eyes. If he thought his job was difficult, he clearly never experienced being fake-married to someone like Ellie Wheeler. Although to be fair, he was probably more awful to her than she to him.

“Good,” he thought to himself. “She blackmailed me. She deserves it.”

And even though he hated her, he also understood her. She wasn’t the only one with a terrible father.

“Did Mona leave the country?” She suddenly asked.

“Hm? Why are you asking?”

“Just curious. You said it was your last job so I assumed…”

“Yeah, left. I would too if someone didn’t force me to put a ring on my finger.” He waved his left hand to prove a point. He wasn’t even sure why he was putting this stupid wedding band onto his finger every day. Ellie wasn’t wearing hers.

“As I said… I’m sorry. But at least my father dropped the case. And as far as I’m concerned no one else was involved in it but my father so… you’re in the clear.”

“Gee, thanks. How nice of you.”

“So it was you and Mona then? Only the two of you? Or is there someone else?”

Colt eyed her suspiciously. “Why are you asking?”

“Just curious,” she repeated. “When Teppei was still around I didn’t see anyone else. And then only you and Mona.” She was silent for a moment. “Colt?”

“Yea?”

“I’m really sorry about your father.”

Colt didn’t say anything for a while and Ellie assumed it was the end of their conversation. She went back to reading her book when he spoke.

“Just me, Mona and Pop.”

“Like three musketeers.” Ellie smiled.

“No. Like MPC.”

“MPC?”

“Geez, don’t you have classes to go to or something?” Colt rolled his eyes.

“Not in another two hours,” she replied. The classes technically hadn’t started yet but Ellie signed up for additional classes for freshman students.

“Mercy Park Crew. That’s us.”

“Hmm, I’ve seen MPC somewhere in my father’s files but I’m pretty sure he never realized it was you.”

“And hopefully he never will,” Colt added. Why was he telling her all of this?

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Was there anything in the files?” Colt asked. “About other car gangs?”

Ellie looked at him curiously. “No… Are there any other gangs?”

Colt was looking somewhere in the distance and it took him a moment to reply. “Yea. Our rivals. Forget it.”

“I could… do some research if you’d like—”

“Just go to your class, okay? Stop with this investigation,” he said and left the house, banging the door on his way out.

Ellie sat stunned for a few minutes before she finally decided she’d rather come too early to her class than stay in the house for another second.

~~~~

Freedom smelled like fall, felt like sun warming her face, tasted like cold air and looked like Oklahoma.

Ellie’s dream life was finally starting.

She felt tears forming in her eyes as she looked at her Langston University. Everything she went through, the arguments with her father, marrying Colt, bearing with Colt… it was all worth it.

Slowly, looking around as if not wanting to miss a single thing, she made her way through the campus. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Freedom filled her lungs. She was walking with her eyes closed, smile on her face. Everything was—

“Ooof!” She bumped into someone and would have fallen if the stranger didn’t catch her in time. Dream life or not, she still was clumsy.

“You know,” the stranger started, helping her stand up. “There are easier ways to get my attention.”

“I, uh… Thanks. I’m sorry about bumping into you. I won’t happen again, I promise.”

“It won’t? Too bad.”

“I… I’m sorry… I…” Ellie stammered as the handsome stranger smirked.

“First day?”

“Yes,” Ellie got her voice back. “I’m Ellie.”

“Nice to meet ya, Ellie. I’m Logan.”

[madster2005]

“Whatever happened to Robot Jones?” Fanfiction: Polyneux, 1998

Chapter 2: Catching Up

-A WEEK LATER-

The road was awfully barren, with forest on each side. The sun shined through the foliage, close to the horizon. Tim usually didn't drive at dusk or even at night, but he couldn't pass up on the opportunity to get out of his house and see his friends again after a while. He's been busy with his job, and spent most of his free time either eating or sleeping because of it. It was exhausting for him, so having the chance to break that routine and do something enjoyable for once was exciting. His mates, Charles and Mitchell, invited him over to their place to catch up a bit and just hang out. They lived a bit farther out from the rest of the town however, which forced Tim to drive on this run-down and unsettling road. Well, unsettling to him. He's always been a paranoid person, even with small things such as this. Tim tightened his grip on the wheel and darted his eyes around, but never looked too far away from the road.

Eventually, he made it to the place. It was a small apartment building, with only three stories and a small parking lot. He situated his car in a spot, and stepped out, shivering. Even with his heavier jacket on, the cold winter air and wind was still noticeable. Speed walking to the entrance, he took notice of a group of teens roughhousing and chatting with each other by the dumpsters on the side of the building. He wasn’t surprised, it was typical for kids to come out here. There wasn’t much regulation. A guy from the group shot him a look, and he averted his gaze to the ground. He reached the doors, and quickly stepped inside. There was an older woman at the front desk, smoking and reading from a newspaper. Her name tag read “Mary”. She saw Tim walk in and sighed.

“What do you need?” She said simply, taking the cigarette out of her mouth and extinguishing it in a small tray on the table. Tim resisted the urge to cough due to the remaining smoke. He really didn’t need his asthma to act up now.

“Uh, here to visit room 206” He responded, fiddling with his car keys. She nodded and picked up the phone to notify them.

“Yes, you have a visitor. His name is...” Mary paused and looked up at him, and he quickly said “Tim Morton”.

“...Tim, uh, Morton. Is it okay if I send ‘em up?” After a few ‘yeps’ and ‘uh-huhs’, she hung up and gestured for him to go on to the room. He mumbled out a quiet “thank you” and went into the elevator, pressing the button for floor 2. Once the doors slid shut, He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

‘Why does she have to smoke inside? Damn’ Tim internally said, before being interrupted by the doors opening to the floor. He stepped out, and went down the hallway until he reached room 206. Tim ran his hand through his hair, and knocked a few times. Charles opened the door a few moments later, and smiled when he saw it was his friend.

"Hey, it's Timmy! How's it been?" He opened his arms for a hug, and the other accepted the gesture, embracing him. Charles has changed a lot since middle school. His haircut was still quite similar, with it's messy bangs and such. He didn't wear those big shutter shade glasses anymore. He had a small bit of facial hair on his chin and upper lip. He wore a dark hoodie with the Atari logo in the middle, and black pants.

"Don't call me that, and I've just been tired" Tim said with some sarcasm. Charles laughed and left the hug to go close the door.

"I can tell. When's the last time you did anything besides work lately?" He asked as they both walked to the couch. Tim had to think for a moment.

"Well, I watched Jurassic Park last night if that counts... Then fell asleep halfway through" He said, plopping down on the furniture. Charles did the same and fluffed up a pillow behind his back.

"Ah. Well, I'm sorry you've been working so hard, really. It's not healthy to live that way dude, you need time to just chill more often" He spoke, itching his arm. As Tim was about to speak, Mitchell walked out from the kitchen holding a soda. He noticed the guest and nodded to him.

"Oh sup man!" He greeted, cracking open his drink and taking a small sip. Tim sat up and waved, and Mitch sat next to Charles. Mitch seemed to physically change the least among his friends. His bangs still obscured his vision, and he often wore a ponytail for his longer hair. He still enjoyed wearing flannels, and wore a black and white one. He also had blue shorts still.

"How's life been for ya’”?

~~~~~~~~

The three spent a couple hours catching up and simply just relaxing with each other. As chill as Mitch and Charles act, they still had busy moments with their lives too. It felt good to just stop and take a breather.

Eventually, Mitch suggested watching a movie, so snacks were set out and the lights were turned off. At this point it was night, with only the faint glow of streetlight coming through the closed blinds of the windows. Charles fell asleep leaning on Mitch, who had his arm around his shoulder and ate from a bag of chips. Tim ate popcorn, zoned out and tired.

"Hey bud, you still there?" Mitchell quietly asked Tim. Tim shook his head and rubbed one of his eyes.

"Surprisingly, yeah" He responded with a chuckle. He then looked down at Charles.

"He's not though"

Mitch followed his gaze and smiled.

"Happens often. He doesn't get much sleep either" He put the chips down and petted his head. "Ha, remember that one sleepover we had when we were kids? The one where he decided to pull an all nighter and slept most of the day away?"

"Oh yea, that" Tim laughed as he recalled the memory. "Things were easier back then"

"Didn't you wait last minute to finish, like, all of your essays and stuff?"

"... Things had less consequences back then" Tim corrected, and it was now Mitch's turn to laugh. They both sat in silence for a few minutes after that, trying to focus on the movie. Tim was the one to speak up.

"Do you remember Robot Jones?"

Mitch remained quiet, which made Tim nervous.

"Just because we were talking about memories and stuff" He added, twiddling his thumbs.

"Well, of course I do, Tim. Sorry about that silence, I just... miss him, even though it was so long ago" Mitchell said, resting his head in his hand.

"No, I get it. I do too. Sorry for bringing him up" Tim looked away.

"You don't need to apologize. Actually reminds me of a lot of good times" Mitch tried to lighten the mood, faintly grinning. "We did a lot of fun stuff together, like going to Nob's and ditching a few times"

"So many great memories" Tim said with a smile. "Remember that band we formed?"

"'The Rock Stallions'? How could I forget!"

~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the movie was spent chatting about their childhoods and their lost friend. Once the film ended, Tim could barely keep his eyes open. Mitch knew what that meant.

"You can crash here tonight, it's really not a big deal. You can use our bed, I'm not really going anywhere" He offered, shutting off the TV and snuggling up to his partner. Tim stretched and sighed.

"Thanks, I don't know if I could make it back to my place" He mumbled and closed his eyes. "I'll just pass out here, if that's fine"

"Be my guest. Goodnight bro" Mitch said, half asleep. Tim let out a small noise and then slept.

Meanwhile, across Polyneux, someone just arose from a 13-year slumber.

[cosmiceverafter]

Coffee & Cosmic Contemplation

Summary:  5 Times Alex woke Michael up + the one time Michael did instead. 

A/N: My first time writing a Five Things fic—of course, it had to be with Malex and needed to be fluffy. I love these two fools with my whole heart. Give us all of the soft moments! Enjoy! 

1. 

"Get up sleepy head." 

Michael groans yet smirks into the pillow from the sound of his boyfriend. His nose wrinkles up, "Do I smell bacon?"

Alex kisses his nose and ruffles his curls, "You sure do! Now up and at 'em." He’s humming the new song he has been working on; Michael can’t help but feel admiration for the guy. Alex is so talented. 

It doesn’t stop Michael from teasing him, though, “You’re so peppy in the mornin’.” 

“Well, it’s a beautiful day! What’s there not to like?”

“Uh, I can give you a list of reasons.” Living with his man definitely had its perks, but Michael was not nor ever would be, a morning person. "How about you just come back to bed instead, darlin'?"

"And burn the bacon I worked so hard on?"

Michael smiles slowly and winks, "I'd make it worth your while." 

Alex chuckles, "You always do." But to Michael's dismay, he's not lying down next to him in bed; he's going towards the kitchen, "Come on, before it gets cold."

He groans, why is Alex so excited about the food—that's usually his job, but Michael can't help but smile as he follows along. 

As he walks in, his feet freeze on the wooden cabin floor. 

Placed on their small circle table are eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice. Fresh flowers from the meadow are in a vase at the center.

"Alex...this is beautiful. What's the special occasion?" 

"I love you," Alex replies, as he pulls out a chair, "is that not reason enough?"

It was all the reasons.  

***

2. 

"Wake up, wake up!" 

Michael groans into the pillow as Alex opens up the blinds. "Ten more minutes."

"No way, Guerin," Alex responds cheerfully. "Today is your first day of college!" 

"Remind me again why I agreed to this?"

Alex sits on the side of their bed and leans over to kiss his cheek, "Because you have a chance to do this and take some agricultural engineering classes. It’s the path you’ve always talked about." 

"How about next year?"

"Nope," Alex says, getting up to get Michael’s clothes ready for the day. "You've been going on about this for months, and I'm so happy for you.” He pauses. “Remember, some of us are going to the diner tonight to celebrate you." 

Michael props himself up at that, as he raises an eyebrow, "Like who? And why am I just hearing about this?"

"It's all Isobel's doing; she even invited Sanders." Alex smiles at him and holds up an outfit with a wink, “I thought you wouldn’t do well with the surprise.”

“You guessed right,” he says as he nods towards the plaid shirt with the brown belt. While he doesn’t love a lot of attention, Michael can’t help but smile; Sanders is practically family to him, and the fact that the others care about his life so much...well, it means a lot.

With a dramatic whine, Michael finally gets up to get ready. He takes the cup of coffee Alex is offering. 

"Can I drive you?" Alex asks with a beautiful smile as he holds his car keys up. "I just want to share this moment with you."  

"Baby," Michael says, putting his arms around Alex, "you know I'll go anywhere with you."

Their lips touch briefly. 

As they leave the cabin, Michael can’t help but feel excited about this new adventure. 

***

3. 

"Sweetheart, you're burning up." Michael hears Alex's soft voice, which breaks through his aches. 

"Ugh..." he replies, feeling miserable. 

Alex places a wet rag onto his forehead and says, "Open up."

"As much as I would love to comply with that request, I'm feeling a bit off today, baby."

Alex laughs and playfully nudges him, "Not for that, as hard as it is to resist.” He holds a thermometer up, “I need to take your temperature. Your sweat is all over the sheets."

"And not in a good way, I assume," Michael moans, opening his mouth. 

As the thermometer calculates his fate for the next few days, Alex runs his fingers through his curls. It's the best kind of comfort. Alex always seems to know what he needs, and when he needs it. 

"Damn, that's a high fever." Alex shows him the numbers, and Michael groans. "I'm taking the day off today. I'll see to it that you're feeling better in no time." 

“What if I’m contagious?

Alex shrugs, “So be it. I’ve made up my mind; I’m taking care of you.” 

"You're too good to me."

"I love you, too," Alex replies, "Now do me a favor and don't be a difficult patient for me." 

“Who me?”

Alex gives him a look, “Yes, you.” 

Michael crosses his heart, hoping not to die. 

***

4. 

"Michael...Michael!"

"What?" Michael wakes, startled as he sits up in bed. 

The sun has barely come out, but the darkness still surrounds the bedroom. 

"I heard something."

"It's probably a damn animal," Michael groans, as he rubs his eyes. "The cabin is in the middle of nowhere, babe." 

"It's in the house!" Alex whispers.  

"Shit!" Michael gets up, with his arm stretched out. He vowed a long time ago to protect the man he loves and takes comfort in knowing Alex will always do the same. 

Alex is right next to him, reaching for his gun on the nightstand. 

They walk carefully down the hallway, and Michael can hear the banging in the kitchen. 

When they wrap around the corner, trash is all over the floor, black soot from the fireplace has made tracks, and feathers fly around from the couch pillows. 

"What the—"

That's when they see it. A big raccoon halfway stuffed into the trashcan. 

"Son of a bitch!" Michael calls out. The raccoon pops its masked face out and looks startled. 

Alex runs over to open the front door, and Michael gives it a soft nudge with his powers. 

"Yea, get!" He exclaims as the furry animal runs out of the cabin, then looks over at Alex. "I said it was an animal, didn't I?"

Alex sighs, looking at the mess everywhere, "Do you think we should keep him?"

Michael ignores that statement and starts cleaning up with his powers, too lazy to put in the effort. 

Damn, the great outdoors. 

***

5. 

Michael is in a deep sleep when he feels Alex’s fingers on his chest. He opens one eye and sees his love smiling down at him. 

“You’re awake,” Alex says softly, looking beautiful in the morning light. 

“I blame your fingers,” he yawns. 

“Really?”

Michael shakes his head, “Yup.” He grabs Alex’s hand and kissed the back of it, then his palm, before kissing each finger. “How dare you.”

“I know, what can I say...I’m insatiable for my alien.”

He smiles at that and feels all the love right back at his human, “I don’t blame you, babe. This alien is pretty damn irresistible.” 

“I won’t argue with that, especially with that tousled bedhead of yours,” Alex agrees with a smirk. He licks his bottom lip, “You know what those curls do to me.”

“I do.” Michael turns to face boyfriend, “Well, now that you woke me up, how about you get over here and tousle them up some more?”

Alex replies by straddling Michael and leans down to press his lips onto his own. He would never grow tired of this. Moving in with Alex had been the best decision of his life. “Gladly.” 

As he pulls Alex down to him even closer by his dog tag necklace, Michael plans ahead of time to stay horizontal for the rest of the morning.

***

+1

There are many beautiful things here on earth, but the most beautiful of all is Alex Manes. 

Michael wakes up before Alex for once, and he cannot help but take in every inch—every detail of his love. 

From the messy hair to the curve of his nose, to those full lips, parted slightly. The morning sun is hitting his features just right, and it takes Michael’s breath away. Not for the first time. 

He’s so in love with this man and so grateful for these quiet moments together; they’re everything to him. Alex is everything to him, and Michael wants this forever. 

He leans over and presses a kiss to his sleeping beauty. 

Alex moans softly but smiles in his sleep. 

“Wake up, baby,” Michael says gently, kissing him on the cheek, the forehead, his nose. 

Alex’s eyes flutter open, and he gazes up at Michael. As Michael snuggles closer, he notices how warm and soft his love is. 

“Good morning.”

Their hands intertwine as Michael stays propped up on his elbow as he looks down at Alex. 

Alex squeezes his hand, “Morning.” He looks over towards the clock, “Damn, I guess I was tired.” 

“Every once in a while, it’s okay, babe,” Michael replies. “You must’ve needed it.”

Smiling, Alex strokes Michael’s face, “The fact that you’re awake before me is baffling.” 

Michael shrugs, “Gave me a chance to watch you sleep, for once.” 

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Always,” Michael answers, leaning down to press another kiss to those soft full lips. “Also, it got me thinking.”

“Hmm?” Alex says, momentarily lost within the kiss. “About what?”

“You...us.” 

“And what did you come up with during that realization?”

Michael feels his heart almost burst as he raises Alex’s left hand to his lips, “That I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

Alex’s beautiful eyes go wide, and he sits up. “Are you saying…?”

He nods, “Yes, I’m saying that I want to marry you, Alex Manes. That’s what I’ve always wanted.” Michael takes a deep breath, “When I look towards my future, you’re always there, standing by my side.” 

His love has tears forming in his eyes, “That’s what I see, too.” Michael’s heart skips a beat.

“So what do you say, Alex? Will you be my husband?”

“Yes, forever and always, yes!” They hug and kiss, share a few tears. All the pain from their past was worth it for this moment. Finally, Alex pulls away, “I have a confession, though.” 

“Uh, oh.”

“No, no,” Alex laughs. He leans over to his nightstand and pulls out a black box, then hands it over. 

Michael looks up at him and back at the box. “Is that…?”

“Just open it.” Inside is a metallic band—engraved with their first initials. “I was going to propose to you tonight. But I guess you beat me to it.” 

Of course, he was. The two of them were so connected that they must have sensed it was the right time. “It’s so beautiful. I love you, Alex Manes.”

“And I love you, Michael Guerin.”

They kiss, and Michael feels like he’s on top of the entire world. He smiles, knowing that this man beside him is why he is here on earth. 

Cheers to cosmic fate.

[mrsdr-ethan-ramsey]

God, Have Mercy pt. 3 (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Here is fluffy part threeee! Part 1 and Part 2 are here if you haven’t read them. I hope y’all like it. I’m not sure how I feel about this...kinda just some filler fluff I feel like. Tell me what you think. I have an idea for another part if y’all want more. I’m thinking this’ll get sweeter and spicer until KABOOM smut.

Here’s the song they dance to!

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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Parker Kennedy)

Summary: Ethan and Parker have to attend a gala to help get funding for the hospital and Parker makes sure he doesn’t forgot how she looked in her dress.

Warnings: None I think? 

Word Count: ~3100

As Parker got ready to leave the hospital for the day, a part of her was bubbling with excitement. Tonight Edenbrook was hosting a gala for the rich and famous in the Boston area. The higher up staff members were going to be there to suck up and woo the money straight out of their pockets. Parker was specifically asked to go and stay glued to Ethan’s side so he “plays nice” as Naveen said when he almost begged her to come. She could hardly wait to see the look on his face when he saw the dress she had picked for the evening. He was going to be knocked off his feet, and to make it better she was going to make sure the image lived on on her pictagram account.

Her commute from the hospital to her apartment was quick. She had plenty of time to get ready for the evening. Time to set operation Pictagram into action. Since Ethan decided to actually use his pitacgram to post shirtless photos, Parker decided that she was going to make him regret the game he started. She got ready for the night, and Sienna had happily agreed to take a photo of her in the dress she had picked out. 

“Parker! Your date is here!” Jackie shouted loudly from the kitchen.

Doing one more check in the mirror, Parker grabbed her clutch and exited her room. As she strode confidently to the door, it took everything in her not to swoon. Ethan stood awkwardly in the doorway, her friends hovering around him. His fingers were playing with his cufflinks as he waited for Parker to make her entrance. Ethan stood in her domain in a perfectly tailored tux, and he looked absolutely mouthwatering in it. 

“Thanks for getting the door guys,” Parker said casually as she made her presence known. She felt all eyes on her, but none burned quite as hard on her as Ethan’s.

Sienna gasped. “Parker! You look beautiful!”

“Thank you,” Parker said with a flush, spinning around in the floor length black dress. It was appropriate, but sexy enough to charm men for money and drive Ethan wild. The dress had a solid black short dress underneath it, with a long sleeved sheer cover over it. All of her skin was covered, but all eyes went to her legs that could be seen through the gauzy fabric.

Elijah put a fake glare on his face, “I want her home by 12:30 mister, no later.”

Ethan’s eyes widened, darting away from Parker and towards Elijah. “What?”

“Don’t tease him Elijah,” Parker scolded.

“Ah,” Ethan cleared his throat, “Are you ready Kennedy?”

“Let’s go rob ‘em blind.”

Parker threw a wink at Sienna, before she followed Ethan out the door and to his car. Walking side by side, Ethan glanced down at her and swallowed hard. This night was not going to be as easy as he thought it would be. The sheer black material kissed her skin. He couldn’t help but think that it was worse than her skin being bare. She looked powerful, the thin material flowing around her legs like she was walking on a storm cloud. She was not to be messed with tonight.

“See something you like?” 

Her voice broke him out of his staring, making a slight flush stain his cheeks and neck. “Oh, um, you look decent tonight.”

“I’ll take that compliment,” a wry smile came across her face.

Ethan rolled his eyes as he unlocked his car, helping Parker in before going around to the driver’s side. As he pulled into traffic, he navigated towards the waterfront. 

“You drove in from the bay to pick me up, only to drive back to the bay?”

Ethan's eyes looked over at her where she was grinning. “Don’t think too much about it. Did you want to ride the train in that dress?”

“I could have gotten an Uber.”

“You want to ride with a stranger in that dress?”

“You’re really focused on my dress tonight.”

Ethan mumbled something Parker couldn’t quite hear, but she was sure it was something about her legs. With a satisfied smile on her face, Parker opted to drop the topic and watch the city pass by on their way to the waterfront.

Pulling up in front of the Boston Harbor Hotel, Parker looked over him with wide eyes. “This is where the gala is?!”

“Only the best for Boston’s elite,” Ethan grumbled. 

“Yeah, yeah eat the rich, but it’s still gorgeous.”

“C’mon Kennedy, wipe the drool off your face. You won’t charm anyone ogling at the room.”

Together they exited the car and Ethan passed the keys to the valet. Holding out an arm to his ‘date’ for the night, Parker slid hers through and they walked into the over the top hotel. A worker guided them to the event space where they were let in with a flash of their tickets. The ballroom was lit softly, tables surrounding a dance floor in the middle of the room. The walls were lined with windows, giving a beautiful up close view of the water. High up Doctors, nurses, and nonclinical works mingled around the room chatting up the other guests.

“Ah! Ethan, Parker! I’m so glad you’re here!” Naveen said happily as he made his way towards them.

“Dr. Banerji,” Parker greeted with a warm smile.

“Naveen.”

“Now Parker,” Naveen started, turning towards her, “I expect you to stay by his side all night. Keep an eye on him. You know how he can get.”

Ethan grumbled while Parker let out a giggle. “You have nothing to worry about. I’ll keep him on his best behavior.”

“Good. Then go ahead and mingle.”

Ethan and Parker started making a round around the room. Ethan didn’t do much talking unless it was about Edenbrook. It was Parker who shined. Ethan was captivated by the way her smile lit up her eyes and how she knew exactly what to say and ask the person. This is why she made the diagnostics team. A glance down for a ring and she’d ask about a spouse. If someone looked like they weren’t there 100%, she would bring up their work. She got personal with them, talking about her family or the hospital so they would bring up their own personal experiences. She would never talk as much as them until the end, where she would seal their donation. She was thriving in this environment.

“Alright Kennedy,” Ethan looked down at her with a smirk, as another person walked away from them to go look through the auction items again. “I bet you can’t charm everybody here.” “Is that a bet Dr. Ramsey?”

“If you can charm the person I pick to donate to the hospital, I’ll run the tests on the diagnostic patients for two weeks.”

Parker grinned. She wouldn’t have to run up and down the floors for the next two weeks? Oh yea, she could do this. “Pick my target.”

Ethan’s head gestured to a man talking loudly about an app he had created. “Mr. Guy Ledford.”

Parker eyed him up. He looked fresh out of a frat house, and from how loud he was talking he thought a lot of himself. 

“What’s his thing?”

“Started some snacking app. I’m not sure, but from what I’ve heard he’s trying to get his image back after he lost an ugly custody lawsuit with his ex-wife.”

“Alright, stand back and watch the magic happen Dr. Ramsey.”

Putting on her best smile, Parker glided over to Mr. Leadford and gently brushed up against him. Ethan moved a little closer to them, picking up pieces of the conversation.

“Oh my gosh! You’re Guy Ledford! You created my favorite snaking app!”

Well played Kennedy, Ethan thought as Mr. Ledford jumped at the chance to talk about himself. 

“You use Nomme?”

“Of course! I’m always so tired after work at Edenbrook. The only thing that gets me through my shift are the snacks picked out for me!”

“Let me guess…” His eyes scanned over Parker’s body, staying too long on her legs and chest for Ethan’s liking. “You’re a dolphin?”

Parker faked a shocked expression on her face, her hand reaching to hold on his upper arm. “How did you know?!”

Ethan rolled his eyes at her theatrics, but that was why she was getting more people to donate. She made everyone feel like the most important person in the room. Ethan on the other hand...if it was up to him to rally people around the hospital it would be shut down by the end of the week. Having had enough of her show, and knowing she would get him to donate, Ethan moved to the bar to refresh his drink. When he got back, Parker was in Mr. Ledford’s arms on the dance floor swaying to the music.

“Ugh,” Ethan groaned, watching her in the arms of another man. He should have gotten more to drink, he thought to himself.

“Ethan!” Naveen came over to him. “How are you and Parker doing.”

He gestured to the dance floor. “How does it look?”

Naveen followed his eyes to where Parker was beaming and fawning over Mr. Ledford. “Looks to me like she’s doing exactly what I hoped she would.”

“She’s good at it,” Ethan mumbled into his drink.

“Ah,” Naveen looked back over at his protegee, “You don’t like sharing her.”

“What!?” Ethan coughed out, glaring at the older man.

“You’re so used to Dr. Kennedy only having eyes for you at the hospital. You’re not used to having to share her like this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Naveen chucked, giving him a pat on his shoulder before he was called away to speak with another donor. Ethan’s eyes stayed fixed on the blonde, making sure Mr. Ledford’s hands didn’t fall too low on her waist. He wouldn’t allow him to feel up Parker just to get him to donate to the hospital.

It felt like an eternity to Parker, but finally the song ended and she pulled away from Mr. Ledford. Flashing another smile at him, she thanked him for his kind donation then excused herself to go find a drink. 

“That wasn’t dancing,” Ethan grumbled under his breath as Parker came to his side.

“What do you mean that wasn’t dancing?”

“I mean, swaying back and forth isn’t dancing.”

“Well it worked to get him to donate to Edenbrook. Enjoy your two weeks of running tests.”

Ethan just let a soft scuff leave his mouth, his eyes staying on the other couples dancing and swaying to a Frank Sinatra song.

Parker raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, the only experience I have dancing with a man is from my middle school dances and prom.”

“Well then you’ve never actually danced.”

Heat rose to Parker’s cheek. She loved to ‘dance’ and to have Ethan criticize her swaying got under her skin. She knew she wasn’t actually dancing, but she loved the idea of romantically dancing with a partner in a ballroom or around the house. She just hadn't found the time to take dance lessons yet. She would eventually.

“And I suppose you have?” She couldn’t help but challenge.

Finishing off his drink, Ethan held out a hand to her. “Why don’t you find out.”

Parker looked down at his hands, then up to his steel blue eyes. If she danced with Ethan, and he was as good as she thought he would be, she would never come back from this. Her stomach knotted, heart beating erratically as she delicately placed her hand in Ethan’s. A gentle smile pulled across his face as he led her onto the dance floor as the next song started, “Unchained Melody” by The Righteous Brothers.

Ethan’s left hand fell securely on her upper back by her armpit. Maybe she really knew nothing about dancing...she thought it was supposed to be on her waist, but she was not about to challenge him. He took her right hand and pulled it up with his as Parker laid her left on his shoulder, suddenly extremely nervous to be dancing with him. She had almost no experience dancing (besides swaying). 

As if he could read her mind, Ethan looked down at her and said softly, “Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.”

With the start of the song, his feet began moving in a practiced waltz. Stumbling for a second, it didn’t take long for Parker to fall into step with the handsome doctor as he moved them across the floor. Her dress swung around them, making the twirls look more dramatic than what her feet were actually doing. Ethan stepped confidently, leading Parker’s body exactly where she needed to be. Together, they looked graceful to their onlookers.

Parker was breathless, her eyes unable to stray from the tender smile on Ethan’s face as they moved together in perfect sync. This felt a hell of a lot more intimate to her than what they had ever done before. Just as she was getting comfortable with their steps he threw a curveball her way. Parker felt as Ethan moved his hand to her center back and pulled her body closer to his.

His mouth moved to near her ear, singing only for her, “Time goes by so slowly. And time can do so much. Are you still mine?”

“Ethan…” she gasped, heart pounding out of her chest. She had never heard him sing before and it honestly took her breath away. His voice was low, rasping softly against her ear.

“I know.”

Ethan pulled back from Parker, spinning her one more time before pulling her back and dipping her body as the song came to an end much too soon. The sound of distant clapping could be heard around them, but Parker’s murky green eyes couldn’t pull away from Ethan’s slowly darkening blue ones. It felt like they were the only two in the room until he finally pulled her back up to her feet and took a step back.

“Well,” Ethan cleared his throat, “That was a real dance.”

Parker opened her mouth, but nothing would come out for a second until a quiet, “Thank you?” escaped her lips.

Ethan nodded, walking swiftly off the dance floor. Parker was rooted there for a second until the next song started and she darted to get out of the way. Thank you?! God she sounded so stupid, Parker thought as she darted towards the bar to try and forget the tingling feeling where Ethan had touched her. 

****

The rest of the night went smoothly, and Parker was happy to hear from Naveen that they had met their goal in donations thanks to the silent auction and all the schmoozing she and her colleagues had done. By midnight, Parker was yawning while she sat at a table. The only two people left on the dance floor were Zaid and Ines. She had never seen Zaid so sweet, but as he swayed with her, Parker couldn’t help but smile at them.

“Are you ready to head out?” a voice said over Parker.

Parker lifted her head up to see Ethan hovering behind her chair. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Together they said a few goodbyes, then went to retrieve Ethan’s car. They sat in silence and they made their way towards Parker’s apartment, the radio playing softly. Parker looked over again at Ethan, his eyes locked on the road ahead of them.

“Where did you learn to dance like that?” Parker asked, her voice cutting through the song currently playing.

“I took lessons as a kid.”

“And it just stuck this whole time?”

Ethan shrugged. “That was only a basic waltz, not much to mess up.”

“Well I thought it was amazing.”

Ethan’s eyes pulled away from the road to look at the sleepy woman. She had kicked off her heels the second she got in the car and curled up happily in the seat. Her body was turned towards him, trying to fight off sleep and give him all her attention. 

“I’ll have to teach you some real steps to make it more complicated.”

With how fast her heart was going, she almost told Ethan to turn the car towards Edenbrook to make sure she wasn’t dying. “I’d like that a lot…”

Pulling over on the quiet street with Parker’s apartment, Ethan put the car in park and looked over. Parker was half asleep in his passenger seat and he wished nothing more that he was in front of their apartment and he could carry her inside to their bed. He didn’t want the night to end here, but he knew it had to. 

He put it off as long as he could, until he knew he had to go. Ethan gave her a gentle shake and whispered, “Parker, we’re at your apartment.”

Parker stretched out like a cat, sending a sleepy smile his way. Now it was his turn for his heart beat to go erratic. “Thank you for driving me Ethan. I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“I did too.”

They exchanged good nights, then Parker got out with her heels in her hands and went into her apartment. Ethan waited, until he saw a light flick on in her apartment before he drove away.

****

Ethan woke up the next morning a little later than he usually did. He didn’t work today and decided last night today would be his rest day. Reaching for his phone on the bedside table. He really was turning into a millennial as he opened the Pictagram app. He followed no one but Parker, so his breath hitched as her latest post loaded.

She looked just as stunning as he had remembered, but it was her caption that stole the air from his lung.

“Oh, my love, my darling...I’ve hungered for your touch a long, lonely time…” he whispered. The lyrics from the song they danced to. 

He had never hit the like button faster than he did once he read what she posted. It was for him. Is this what it felt like to be in love? She wasn’t anywhere near him, but he longed for her touch, her smile, to see her eyes light up. Last night felt like a fever dream to him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a good time attending an event like that, but Parker managed to make it more than tolerable. If she was going to send secret messages for him, he could do the same. He may not be good at voicing his feelings in person, but an ambiguous caption to the internet? He could to put a caption that could be about the gorgeous doctor that consumed his thoughts. He just needed to find the perfect photo from his father...

[alicehattera03]

my ranking of tropes!!

As you may know- I uh- I write(fanfics) lol should I say I’m a writer?? Am I even a writer I- *existential crisis continues*

Well, anyways!! I decided to rank popular fanfic tropes cause why not?! (Everything you read from here on out is my opinion so no fighting!!!!!)

For S tier!! Of course, angst was gonna be a tippy top choice for me, so is hurt/comfort(although I suck at writing the comfort part lmfao but reading comfort? YES), fix it fics are amazing like the time I needed to fix an ending of a movie that I came home from crying cause like WTF and I had to write a new ending, dark is well known cause well, DD:DE anyone?!, and canon divergence is a sure thing cause I mean, it’s AU material isn’t it??? and infamous ABO, damn, idk but y’all but that shit good when done right cause MMMMM hell to the yes for inner wolves and ranks, with the bite marks and stuff and lemme say alpha/alpha(unconventional ABO pairs and fics like with alpha/beta are ok too, but ofc I love alpha/omega as well) be doing things to my heart like you wouldn’t believe WOW. 

Y’kno what they say, canon material=free real estate. 

Tier A!! : surprisingly major character death is here instead of S tier but it’s because I like writing it(With all that angsty goodness) but I don’t really like reading it in other fics(cause I don’t wanna cry uwah), time loop is fun to write but not really to read(watched one too many movies with it and it was ruined for me in the long run)...established relationship is so good because I don’t have to worry about anything(unless one or both die then mayday mayday fuck we gotta problem), mutual pining is delicious lemme scoop it all up, unhappy endings are angsty so I love them and yet cry(so I may skip according to my mood), the AU’s are like beautiful when done the way I like em(opinions opinions), gen fics are surprisingly good all by themselves as long as you read the tags/summary you’ll be good to go! 

Tier B: arranged marriage is like the cherry on ice cream you can like it or hate it but it’s there and it isn’t that bad or anything to worry about, honestly if you have to fuck or die I think realistically we’d choose to fuck cause who wants to die if you can live? the AU’s ahhh chef’s kiss. Enemies/friends to lovers, after recently liking the childhood friends trope I was like this IS IT I love the dynamics basically, drunken confessions seem like a thing in real life too so I like it, fluff is cute to read but not to write cause I can never write it without getting angsty ahh maybe I should work on that for the new year??? (shhh wip in progress for new fandom ehe but still quite angsty oh noooo lmao)

Tier C: the AUs are uh not the worst but not the best... I used to like them a lot more but now I could live without them if I had to, amnesia is either frustrating or done really well, “there was only one bed” oh the horror ahahaha, warmth in someone’s arms? Hell yea, sign me the fuck up for that MMMM. Crack? Sure, I could get with the program. Pwp/sex pollen pretty much the same thing lmfao I can sit through it but it has to have a little bit of plot, first kiss usually cute and fluffy which I like reading but somehow can never write out lol the pains of being an angst writer instead of a fluff writer.. miscommunication is either super annoying to read cause they run circles around each other OR there is no or, it’s just awkward for me..I like healthy communication...

Tier D: in short, I hate children in fics and IRL...like the screaming tiny tots that can’t really talk..so yeah that and pregnancy whether it’s mpreg or not is probably out for me, crossovers..if it can make sense and I like both fandoms and there’s no badly written Oc’s...I can take it..body swap on the other hand? No. We keep our own bodies in this household thank you very much. Fake relationship is built on lies, it’s just hard for me to get through them unless it’s good and they work it out well between each other. The fairytale au by itself is alright but tbh time periods and the settings don’t match more than half the time which makes it hard for me to get into it..I like accuracy..coffee shop is..unrealistic half the time..although that could make people get into it, it’s just not for me. Missing/behind the scenes stuff are GREAT when done well, like a sneak peek of “What if” things. 

Now. Love triangles. Your may be thinking- a whole new paragraph for this? Yes. I HATE THEM WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEINGGGGG YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE PAIN I GO THROUGH WHEN FINDING OUT IT HASN’T BEEN TAGGED PROPERLY IN A FIC. If two people like the same person and the person likes them both back, don’t make the person choose. It hurts both parties. If the two people that like said person are die hard enemies, then ok fine, choose away, but ya know we(all genders included, I’m sure) got cough holes cough for a reason- just saying..basically I’d like love triangles to go to hell and make way for the queen: threesomes. 

LOL anyways, that was my lengthy ass ranking, lemme know if you want to see more of these(I might do a husbando/wifeu ranking in the future ahhh all my fandoms will end up revealing themselves ahaha) And you are most certainly VERY welcome to comment below what fandoms you think I’m in/might like, and I’ll comment back ofc ^^ Let’s be multi-fandom together ahaha

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Thirteen - Falling

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Aria comes back home to deal with the backlash of her relationship with her lover, JJ becomes interested in finding someone, and Aria scares the Pogues. 

Warnings: Kissing, cursing, blood, fainting, hospitals and Sarah Cameron being a savage.

A/N: Not much for this one. Looking forward to the next part. (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own any of the characters or the show.)

Lover Boy Series Masterlist

Miami has its perks, but nothing beats being back home in the outer banks. We’ve been back for several days now, hanging out, going to school, the usual. I wish spring break could last forever. Coming back to school was not something anyone was looking forward to. Thankfully, it was the last period of the day. I can’t wait to get out of this uniform and school. Ever since people found out about my relationship with JJ, people have been talking about me. Sometimes someone will mutter ‘pogue slut’ when they’re passing by me in the halls. I can really give less than two shits about what other people think, but it’s still pretty annoying. I’m just thankful I have Kiara, Sarah and Charis with me.

“So, Aria is it true?” An annoying voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I huff before looking up at Courtney, my classmate and unfortunately Samantha’s sister. She also used to live in Chapel Hill, then she moved to figure eight, like me. We used to be friends back in middle school, until I broke things off with her, due to her bullying others. I refused to be associated with a bully.

“Is what true Courtney?” I asked uninterested. “Is it true that you’re going out with JJ Maybank?” The question wanted to make me scream out of frustration. “Yes, why do care?” “Well, I was just curious, is he like your boyfriend or just a booty call?” I rolled my eyes at the question. “I’ve heard from a lot of tourons that he’s great in bed. Is that true?” Fuck yea it is. She asked with a devilish smile printed on her face. That’s when Sarah stepped in.

“Gee Courtney, you’re always into everyone’s business. Just like your boyfriend is into all the freshman girls’ skirts because he just can’t seem to get it up when he’s with you.” Que the scene from ‘Friday’ when they say DAMN! Courtney stomps away while glaring at the two of us. “Fucking bitch.” Sarah mutters. “Calm down Boo. Her words mean nothing to me. She’s just trying to get under my skin. It’s not worth the fight.” I chuckle, trying to calm her down. “I don’t care. No one talks to my splinter bean like that.” She boops my nose. “You’re adorable. You still coming to the chateau later on today?” I asked. We can’t really hangout together, due to the feud between our families. Everyone has been talking about it on the island. The two most powerful and richest families on the island fighting, all because of Rafe Cameron. Of course, Sarah and I didn’t let this affect our friendship. We’re still two peas in a pod, like always.

“Yep. Kiara and I are planning on volunteering at the turtle exhibit before we head over there. You want to tag along?” She offered. “I’d love to, but I’m helping JJ study for his test.” Lately, I’ve been tutoring JJ and making sure he’s going to school. I want to make sure he graduates, plus I don’t want him getting in more trouble with his dad. So far, it’s paying off. His grades have gone up and he’ll be walking for graduation.

“Studying or fucking?” Sarah smirks mischievously. “Studying! Get your head out of the gutter!” The two of us laugh together as we walk outside, where JJ and his bike are parked. I peck his lips, despite receiving disgusted glares. “I’ll catch up with you two later. Have fun ‘studying’.” She winks, making us laugh. “How was your day?” He asked. I answered by kissing him sweetly. “Does that answer your question?” He licks his lips. “Don’t know. Might have to try again.” He says before planting another one on me. I can feel the burning gazes of my peers on us. “Jay, people are staring.” I giggle. “Let em. They need to know not to mess with my girl. C’mon.” He puts on my helmet before I hop on his back. The engine roars to life, only gaining more attention from my classmates. JJ notices and decides to flip them off before yelling, “Later losers!” I giggle as we drive off towards the cut.

The two of us sit and munch on our food as we continue to study at The Wreck. It’s pretty cute watching JJ do his homework. He always has his eyebrows knitted and his eyes are so concentrated. His blonde hair occasionally falls in front of his eyes. “You’re staring again baby.” He smirks. “I can’t help it. You’re just so handsome.” I play with the loose strand of his hair, making him blush. “Awe, am I making you blush?” I tease. “I don’t blush.” He denies with a playful serious face. “Yeah sure, let’s see your work.” I take the paper into my hands scanning the answers.

“Hey babe guess what.” He starts. “Oh, dear god. What is it?” I joked earning an eye roll from him. “So, you know that broken-down Chevy Camaro I have?” He asked. “Yeah, what about it?” I asked, while continuing to check his paper. “I’ve saved enough money to fix it up completely. John B and I even towed it to the chateau, since my dad wants nothing to do with it. Now, all I need to do is fix it up.” I look up, my eyes are filled with excitement. “Babe, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! You can finally have your own car!” He smiles cheek to cheek. “I know, but I don’t know if I want to spend the money on it.” This makes my smile falter a bit.

“What do you mean? You’ve been talking about fixing it up forever. It’s always been your dream car. You’ve been saving up to fix it since freshman year.” He just sighs. “I know, but I think I want to spend the money on something else.” He says. “Like what?” He stays silent for a moment. “I think I want to hire someone to find my mom.” He speaks softly. His words take me by surprise for a moment. “I thought about what you said about your dad hiring someone to find your sister. I thought maybe I could hire someone like that to find my mom. I know it’s stupid.” He fiddles with his pencil; I quickly take his hand in mine. “It’s not stupid to want to find out what happened to your mom. I think it’s a great idea to hire someone to find her. Hell, I’ll pay for the private investigator.” I suggest.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that.” He immediately protests. “You don’t have to. JJ, I want to do this. You deserve to know. Plus, I’d love to meet the woman who gifted me with such an amazing boyfriend.” This seems to make him crack a smile, but only for a second. “But what if she doesn’t want to see me?” His question broke my heart. “It’s worth a shot. The worst that can happen is that she doesn’t want to see you, which I doubt will happen. Based on everything you told me about her, she really loves you.” I try to reassure him. “If she really loves me, then why did she leave?” He mutters. I just sigh. “Some people make terrible mistakes. But that doesn’t mean they can’t learn from them. Maybe you can give her the chance to redeem herself.” He just sighs. “I still can’t ask you to pay for a P.I., they’re expensive, aren’t they?” He asked. “Yeah, but in the end it’ll be worth it. Please let me do this for you JJ. That way you can use the money to fix the car and see your mom. Trust me, it’ll all be worth it in the end. I love you, so let me do this for you.” I plead.

“Fine. At least let me pay for the meal this time though.” He gives in. “Deal! Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Maybank.” I say in a stern voice, earning a chuckle from him. “Come on silly goose. The Pogues are probably waiting for us. I don’t need them scolding us for being late.” He pays the bill in cash before walking me out and onto the bike.

We reach the chateau, where we see everyone hanging out on the porch. When we reach them, I notice that they’re looking through these photos. “What are you guys up to?” I asked curiously. “Just looking at some adorable pictures of us when we were kids. Look at the boys.” Kie lifts up a picture of younger Pope, JJ and John B at the beach. “Aw! You guys look so cute!” I exclaim holding the picture. “What can I say, I’ve always been quite the eye candy.” JJ smirks, earning a glare from me. “So, how did you guys meet?” I point between the boys. The three of them share a laugh. John B speaks up. “JJ and I met in the third grade. This kleptomaniac here stole one of my toy cars, so I chased him all over the cut until I finally caught him. This dumbass had climbed to the top of this tree and couldn’t get down, cause his foot was stuck. I offered to help him down, only if he’d give me back the car. He said yes and we’ve been best friends ever since. Pope here, we met him in the sixth grade. JJ would always cheat off of Pope, which always made the poor boy mad. Then one day at lunch, these eighth graders had ganged up on him. We noticed and started a food fight to help Pope. The three of us got detention. The rest I history.” John B and the boys smile at the fond memories.

“That’s cute.” I chuckle. Part of me wishes I got to know them when I was younger. I guess they’ve always been troublemakers. They’re pretty close knitted, making their bond unbreakable. “Alright guys. Are we fishing or what?” Asked JJ. As we make our way to the HMS Pogue, I start to feel slightly dizzy. “You good babe?” JJ asked concerned. “Yeah, my head just hurts a little. Probably dehydrated.” I shrug my shoulders, not thinking anything of it. “Here, have some water.” He hands me one out of the cooler. “You’re starting to sound like my mom.” I chuckle. “Hey, I like your mom. She’s pretty cool. Always makes lunch when for Pope and I when we deliver groceries. Tips me nicely too. Wish all kooks were like that.” JJ smiles to himself. “Damn, I need to start delivering groceries to your house.” Says John B. “You should man. She always has lunch packed for us on standby. She makes the best sandwiches. Usually she’ll have some strawberries, carrots and chips on the side. Sometimes, she’ll put a cookie in there too.” JJ rambles on about my mom. “She likes you to you know? She thinks you’re pretty handsome.” I mock my mom. “What can I say? Moms love me.” He smiles cheek to the cheek, making me roll my eyes.

So far, we were all having fun on the boat laughing, talking, etc. Everything was going perfectly normal until my headache started getting worse and worse. I continue to down my water, thinking I’m still dehydrated. Perhaps I’m just stressed from school? It doesn’t explain the sweating though. It was only a nice seventy degrees out, with a beautiful breeze, and I was just wearing a swimsuit. We stopped for a moment to take a dip in the water. It still didn’t help however. My head was still pounding and I was still sweating afterwards.

“Aria!” The sound of Pope’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Huh?” I look over at the Pogues who looked at me with concerning faces. “I was asking if you were okay. You look a little pale.” He pointed out. Great. “Yeah I’m fine. Just dehydrated. I’ll grab another water.” I shake it off, thinking it was nothing. I was wrong though. I shouldn’t have thought it was nothing. The second I got up, I started to notice these peculiar spots in front of my eyes. I also couldn’t help but notice my shortness of breath as I made my way to the cooler. I had to stop walking for a moment just to catch my breath. “You alright babe?” JJ’s voice sounded faint. My vision began to go blurry as I stared at the water. “JJ, I don’t feel good. I think there’s something…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before my vision goes completely dark and my body goes light.

Her body shuts down and falls to the ground. Her head thumps hard against the surface. The Pogues jump and gasp when they see their dear friend collapse. “Aria!” JJ shouts, rushing towards her unresponsive body. John B doesn’t think twice before racing the HMS Pogue back towards the chateau. “Aria! Baby! Hey! Wake up!” She doesn’t respond to his frantic yelling. That’s when he notices the blood on his hand coming from the gaping wound on her hand. “Oh shit! Fuck! Guys she’s bleeding!” JJ can feel the panic and fear finally setting in. His heart beating a thousand times faster.

Sarah comes running with a clean cloth and first aid kit in hand. Tears settle in her eyes and her hands shake as she applies it to the cut. “Okay. Okay. She gonna need stitches. We need to get her to the hospital. John B faster!” That’s what she said. Sorry. JB goes races through the marsh. “What the hell happened?” Kie asked. “I don’t know! She’s was fine all day until we got on the boat!” JJ exclaimed. The Pogues near the chateau. “John B! Help me get her to the van!” JJ demands. The two boys grab a hold of her body and carry her to the van. Kie jumps into the driver seat, with Pope in the front, and Sarah opens the side door. Once everyone is situated, Kie hits the gas, making her way to the hospital.

“Just hang on baby. We’ll be there soon I promise.” JJ’s voice and hands shook. The minutes felt agonizingly long as they raced to the hospital. A sigh of relief leaves the group of teenagers lips, when they finally reach their destination. The boys quickly grab a hold of Aria rushing her into the ER. Their desperate pleads can be heard throughout the ER, gaining everyone’s attention. A familiar face spots the two boys carrying the limp girl.

“Aria!” Elaine yelps and makes her way towards them, a gurney following behind. “What happened?!” She asked frantically as her daughter was placed on the journey and rushed through the halls. “We were hanging out, then all of the sudden she fainted and hit her head.” JJ explained, following them, until he was cut off by a few doctors. “You’ll have to wait out here son.” “No! That’s my girlfriend in there! I can’t leave her!” JJ ignores their orders, tears welling in his eyes. John B grabs a hold of his close friend. “JJ! She’s in good hands. She’s with her mom. She’ll be okay. I promise. Just breathe man.” JJ listens to his friend, finally catching his breath, yet he couldn’t help but worry over the love of his life as he stood there without her.

[emily-strange]

Growing Pains...

Sooo I kicked off something that I’ve never written before haha I hope it’s okay!

Summary: Emmy has been with the gang since she was a little girl. Her mother moved on, leaving her to be raised by Dutch, Hosea and Susan. Arthur and John are her brothers (argue and she will fight you). Becoming a woman is hard when everyone still sees you as a child. Since the Blackwater mess she’s trying to find her feet while dealing with her new feelings for the gangs resident douchebag.

Tagging @strwxberrymilk @porkchop-ao3 @arthursgirl @angelsjudge and @scy77a but if you’d like to stop being tagged just let me know! :) Also if anyone else would like to be tagged just say the word xx

Pairing: Slow burn Micah x female OC.

Warnings: Swearing, comments alluding to abuse, sexual themes and a racial slur.

Chapter 15

“So as far as first shootout’s go, I’d say it went pretty well.” I declare to Arthur through gritted teeth.

“Yeaah went real well. Despite the fact yer now have’a new hole in yer leg.” Arthur replies without a modicum of humour.

“I can NOT believe you let this young lady run into a firefight, Mr Morgan. I expected this from the likes of Mr Bell but not you!” Miss Grimshaw chimes in while she wraps up my left thigh. The bullet was a through and through so I managed to avoid any sort of “surgery” and the slug was of a small caliber, so really, all in all, it could’ve been so much worse.

“I’m fine Sus-AN”I yelp after one very firm tug of the bandage, “Was that necessary!?”

Miss Grimshaw doesn’t answer me but gathers her supplies and with one last stern look, storms from the tent shaking her head and muttering under her breath.

Arthur laughs and shakes his head.

I maneuver my leg so it’s a bit more comfortable on my cot and Arthur sits on a crate next to me.

“You’re covered in blood by the way.” I state as I start to feel the effects of the whiskey coursing through my veins.

He huffs at me and replies, “Yea, well that happn’s when yer lugging people about with blood comin’ outta them.”

And then in my hazy state I remember.

“Lenny’ll be okay right?” I ask in a whisper.

“Ooh yeaa I was only jokin’ sweetheart. His wounds’a no worse than yers, just happens ta be in his shootin’ arm. He’ll live.” Arthur reassures with a hand on my cheek, “Now you sleep.”

“Tell everyone I owe them a drink okay?” I say back, feeling my eyes start to drop closed, “I did good dn’t I Art?” I slur.

All I register before I fall asleep is Arthur quietly chuckling and kissing my forehead.

We storm the ranch, guns blazing.

The rush running through me is unreal.

I’ve never been in a shootout and you know what, it’s not something I fancy doing again.

“Stay behind me.” Arthur growls as we push forward. There aren’t a lot of men but they appear to be well stocked with weapons, so we’re all planted in one spot pretty quickly. I’m with Arthur and Charles while the others are spread out alone.

From not too far away, as I duck down after firing a shot, I can see Micah smirking at me from behind a wagon. He winks at me and I find his ability to remain jovial at a time like this almost impressive.

The sound of a soft voice saying “Knock knock” jerks me awake.

“Hey, can I come in?” Sadie asks from tent entrance.

I struggle to sit up and rub at my eyes while saying “sure”. She comes in and takes Arthur’s spot on the crate next to my cot. It takes me a second to register where I am. Drinking half a bottle of whiskey in one go will do that to you. Even if it’s starting to wear off.

“You ‘kay?” she asks me quietly and it’s then I register the dull ache in my leg. Not too painful yet, but a horrible promise of what’s to come.

“Not bad….you alright?” I can see that she’s changed from her previous clothes and her hairs wet. She must’ve gotten blood on her as well. Either from me or Lenny.

“Oh, you know me.” Sadie replies but she seems a bit distant.

“Sadie. What’s wrong?” I ask quietly. Sadie looks at me but avoids direct eye-contact until I reach out for her arm asking a silent, “What’s wrong?”

“You know I ain’t good with feelin’s since Jakey….I….I’ve tried ta shut ‘em off as it were.” Sadie starts and I can see unshed tears in her eyes, “But I wan’ed ta say that….I wan’ed to tell ya….that I’m proud. Of you. Very proud.”

Suddenly the emotions of the night, along with the ache in my thigh, come crashing down upon me and my own unshed tears start to fall.

There’s a break in the gunfire and everyone takes the opportunity to rush forward towards the house. I see Micah bashing some guy in the face while Sadie uses her knife to slit another guys throat.

I’ve not sure I’ve ever seen something so brutal. But really what did I expect? I just need to remind myself that these “men” deserve everything they get.

“I want at least one Arthur” I say loudly to him as Charles breaks off from the two of us. We’re crouching and shuffling forward quickly, trying to stay out of anyone’s line of sight.

Then all of a sudden, we hear it. A scream and John’s shout.

“LENNY’S HIT!” he yells over to us.

“GET’IM OUTTA HERE MARSTON!” Arthur shouts back and as I look forward, I see the smoke and barrel of a gun pointing out of an upstairs window.

A barrel that now points at my brother.

“ARTHUR” I scream to gain his attention and then aim my gun. I pull the trigger and after a few seconds, a man comes tumbling down to splat onto the ground in front of us.

Arthur clears his throat and looks back at me smirking, “Well….I’d say ya got one.”

“Well if that weren’t just the sexiest thing.” Micah shouts over to us, causing every other man around to snarl. However, they have no time to dwell on him because soon guns start firing again.

“Sadie” I murmur while holding her hand with my spare one, “I didn’t even really do anything. I got one guy.” I laugh, trying to ease the tension, but Sadie shakes her head.

“That’s not….you got us there….imagine if you hadn’t….” She says quietly squeezing my hand. All I can manage is a nod.

After what feels like forever the guns stop and the sick bastards are dead.

My gang start looting bodies and rifling through draws and cupboards while I look around….and maybe kick the odd body now and then. The place is disgusting. Absolutely vile.

I walk through the open plan kitchen/livingroom but trip after I stand on a particularly springy floorboard (that my feet weren’t expecting) that’s covered by an old faded rug. Annoyingly I trip straight into Micah’s arms who revels in my clumsiness. As usual.

“Woah now Miss. This ain’t the time ta be gettin’ frisky…..I mean we can but big brother over there might take some offence.” He drawls into my ear playfully and I push him back, knowing he’s just trying to get a rise out of Arthur.

I start to move the rug and mumble under my breath so he can hear, “Why couldn’t it have been Charles.”, causing Micah to fake his hurt in an over reacted clench of his heart.

“You wound me.” He gasps and despite myself, I laugh.

“Help me with this will you?” I ask and he makes a snide remark about “getting Charles to help” but ultimately relents when seeing my unamused face.

We pull back the rug to reveal a trap door.

“Looky looky” Micah whistles to himself and tugs up the heavy wood, which opens to a basement.

“Okay you wait here.” I say while I take a step forward but Micah puts his hand out in front of me.

“I don’t think so Missy. You won’t see a damn thing down there.” He scoffs and I motion to a lamp that’s been, luckily, undisturbed by the gunfire.

“Hand me that then.” I ask and he rolls his eyes, but does as I ask.

“Just don’t break a nail or nuthin’” he scoffs to himself and I just flip him off.

I slowly make my way down into the basemen and when I touch the floor I yell,

“Micah!! Get my brothers!”

Sadie squeezes my hand before kissing it.

“You did good. Be proud. We are.” She says quietly to me and I smile. I really smile.

“Thank you, Sadie.” I whisper through my emotional haze and she gets up slowly, making her way to the entrance of the tent. She stops before she exits and looks at me for a moment.

“Look. When you’re ready. Come see me okay? We’ll talk.”

I nod, knowing exactly what she means. Arthur did want me to talk to someone.

After Sadie leaves, I settle back down onto the cot and close my eyes. Willing myself to sleep away the increasing pain in my thigh.

When I descend the final step, I shine the lantern around as the smell from the basement makes me gag. What I see makes me cry out for Micah.

“Micah!! Get my brothers!” I yell and watch as the three young girls in front of me cower away on the furthest wall, “Fucking hell.” I whisper to myself and move to approach them.

“You’re okay. You’re safe now.” I try telling them but they huddle impossibly closer together and push themselves further back onto the wall. I think for a second that I should yell for Sadie. My gut reaction was my brothers but that’s just out of habit. I think this will need a woman’s help.

However, before I can yell for anyone else, I feel the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed behind my head.

“You killed my men” comes a revolting voice behind me.

“Technically, I only killed one…” I reply but completely shut up once the barrel pushes painfully into my temple, “….okay so not the time for being a smartass, got it.”

“Emmy?” Arthur yells down into the basement but stops his movement at the hatch once he catches sight of the gun against my head.

“Yeah, I’m here….and um, I’ve made a friend.” I joke humourlessly as the man guides me up the basement stairs. Once we’re at the top I see that Arthur and John have brought Lenny inside as the others look around. He’s sat on a shot up sofa while my brother’s stand with their hands up and away from their guns.

“Just shoot him!” I shout at them. I’ll be damned if one of these assholes get away.

“Emmy, shut the fuck up.” John growls quietly and the little sister in me wants to hit him so bad. But the gun to my head keeps me firmly in place.

“Now this’s how it’s gonna go down. Imma get to one’ve ma horses with ya little lady here. We’re gonna ride off and once I know ya ain’t followin’, I’ll letta go. ‘kay?” the man snarls and from his breath alone I can tell he’s vermin.

Everyone takes a breath and you just know they’re waiting for Arthur.

“Now, that ain’t gonna happen friend.” He says sternly while keeping his hands away from his holster.

Suddenly the door blasts open and Micah, along with Sadie and Charles come barging in asking what’s taking so long. They instantly freeze and for once I see pure confusion on his face. He also looks at Arthur for the solution. Even if he’d never admit it.

“Who’s dumb idea was this anyway?” I hiss rhetorically but Micah just has to answers.

“Yours” he replies and even though I have a gun to my head, I roll my eyes, “Yes thank you Micah.”

Micah shrugs and Arthur gives everyone in the room a death glare.

“Everyone shut the hell up! And hands where I cn see em’! You too darky.” The man shouts and motions to Lenny.

“Do I look like I can fire a gun right now!?” Lenny snaps back holding his bloody upper arm.

Knowing what this man is and hearing how he speaks to Lenny makes me feel physically sick. But not just that, it makes me stupid with rage. I see red.

I decide there and then that if I’m going to die, I’ll be taking this fucker with me.

I move the hand that’s still holding the lantern back a bit, positioning it over this guys foot. And then I simply…..let go.

As soon as I do, I duck as much as I can in his grip and watch as the lantern hits his foot.

His gun fires. But so does everyone else’s.

It was all a big blur. One moment I’m ducking and elbowing this pervert in the dick as flames quickly engulf his leg and then the next, I’m on the floor with a hole in my thigh.

Everyone fires so the man is quickly riddled with bullets and lies burning on the floor. Charles grabs the rug and smothers the flames before they can spread further. Everyone else just remains in place, stunned.

The shock wears off quickly and the pain in my leg starts.

“WHO. THE FUCK. SHOT ME!?” I shout as Arthur throws himself to the ground to wrap his bandana around the wound. It’s quiet for a few seconds (other than my pathetic “ow ow ow’s”) and then a small voice pipes up from the corner.

“Um…I think that was me….” Lenny says timidly from his position on the sofa, a smoking gun still hanging from his pained hand.

“Why the fuck did you shoot!?” Micah shouts at Lenny and Charles jumps to his defense, “Everyone shot! Could have been anyone….”

Unfortunately, Micah wasn’t having any of it and argues back. Then Arthur joins in…..and then John who was annoyed at Arthurs handling of the situation…..then Lenny sticks up for Arthur….who turns his anger onto Micah for bringing this whole thing upon us.

It was ridiculous.

The only people not making any noise are me and Sadie who catches my eye from across the room, causing us both to burst into laughter. Making all the men stop.

“My first gunshot and it was given to me…..by Lenny!?” I say wheezing through my laughter as Arthur helps me up. I stumble as I struggle not to put too much weight on my left leg.

“Could’ve been worse!” Arthur says sternly to me and I just pat his face like you would a child who’s too riled up.

“Yeah, yeah” I whisper looking away and remembering what caused all of this.

“They’re holding girls down there.” I say grimly looking from the basement to the others around me.

“Girls?” Sadie says taking a large step forward to me and I nod.

“Three of them….they look around 12/13 years old.” I whisper to her.

Sadie nods and orders the men out before turning to me softly, “Let’s go get them.”

“Hey…..hey!” Micah barks as he shakes me awake.

“God damn Micah!” I growl after I’ve gathered my bearings, “You could’ve woken me up nicely!”

“Oh yeah…how would you want me to wake you up then?” Micah drawls while wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Try not at all” I say sickly sweet back to him. He’s taken residence on the very popular crate by my bed.

Micah scoffs and turns away from me scratching the back of his neck. He’s not wearing his hat and he’s changed into his black shirt, the one I borrowed. He shakes his head while turning his gaze to the ground.

“You okay?” I ask quietly when he fails to look back at me, “Micah?”

I reach out and touch his arm, but doing so pulls at my leg, causing me to hiss. Micah snaps his attention back to me.

“Hey don’t go movin’ around! You gotta be more careful.” He barks again and moves further towards me, placing my hand on his arm where I was reaching for him. I smile.

“You sound like Arthur” I chuckle despite the pain in my thigh.

“Pfft. Guess he can’t always be wrong then.” Micah scoffs and looks at the bandage on my thigh. “I still can’t believe that idiot shot you!”

“It’s not like he meant to and anyways I’m lucky he wasn’t using his own gun. Just one he found on the ground. Might’ve been a lot worse otherwise.” I sigh looking down at where my skirt is ridden up. I no longer have my cut off union trousers under it so one thigh is completely bare while the other one is covered in bandages. I catch Micah looking.

“Hey”, I snap my fingers at him, “My eyes are up here buddy.”

I expect some witty retort but instead he picks up the hand that lies on his arm….and kisses it. His mustache tickles my knuckles and the feeling makes me sigh happily. For a short moment I close my eyes and forget about the hole under the bandages.

“You did good out there.” He eventually says in a whisper. If he wasn’t so close I’d of never heard him.

“Thank you” I reply giving him a sleepy smile. I shift a bit and wince at the pull in my thigh.

“You want some more whiskey?” Micah asks me and I shake my head.

“Nah, it’s making me feel a bit sick. I just need to sleep….which I was doing very well I’ll have you know.” I say narrowing my eyes are him. Micah laughs and shifts even closer.

“You know…I could make you feel a whole lot better without whiskey.” Micah whispers into my ear and I shiver at the sensation of his breath on my neck. Micah puts his large calloused palm on my good thigh and lets his thumb graze over my knee.

“Micah” I whisper, instantly feeling my underwear become wet, “I was shot like, three hours ago.”

Micah kisses from my ear down to the side of my neck and back up again. He delicately licks at my ear and nibbles on my lob before saying “Mmhm and I think that means you deserve somethin’ don’t you? For doin’ so good….savin’ those girls….you did real good.”

As much as I’d go to my grave denying it, Micah’s praise is doing something to me. I lie my head back and close my eyes, giving into the sensation of his large fingers skimming my inner thigh. The only problem is he’s said the word that I’ve heard one too many times to feel good.

“Thing is Micah,” I whisper opening my eyes. I run my hand up into his hair and pull his head back to look me in the eyes. I lick my lips and plunge forward connecting my lips to his in a brief, heated, dominating kiss. One that, if it had a winner, would be me. I nip his bottom lip as we detach, “I don’t like being told what I ‘deserve’.” I finish by licking along the seams of his lips and let go of his hair.

I settle back into my cot and gently take his hand from my inner thigh and press it to my soaked underwear.

“Fuck” Micah sighs under his breath and I can see the tell-tale signs of him growing hard in his trousers. His eyes snap to mine as I start to gently rut against his fingers which I’ve maneuvered to press against my aching clit.

“You see….” I whisper to Micah as I pick up the pace as much as I can with my injured leg, “…..telling me what I ‘deserve’ makes it feel like I’m being gifted something…..” I continue to rub his fingers against me and I can see Micah rub his erection through the fabric of his trousers. His eyes haven’t moved from where his hand has disappeared up my skirt.

“……when the reality is…..” I pause a moment while I slip my underwear to the side and allow one of Micah’s thick fingers to enter me, “…..I take what I want. Not what men think I ‘deserve’”

My tent is filled with the sounds of Micah quietly grunting as he palms himself and the wet, slick noise of his finger being moved in and out of my tight heat. When I feel that I’m ready, I move another of his fingers to push into me and once I feel adjusted, I snap my fingers at Micah to grab his attention.

Micah watches with his mouth hanging open as I lick my own essence from my fingers. I then lie back and hold the top of my cot before asking huskily, “You know what to do right?”

It takes a moment for Micah to come to his senses but when he does, he snaps his mouth closed and lunges for my lips. While he kisses me, a kiss that I allow him to control, his fingers begin to move inside me.

“Yer so fucking wet,” he growls in my ear and the sensation sends shockwaves all the way down to my core, “and tight. Jesus, so tight.” Micah’s other hand moves to his belt and I grab the wrist of his hand currently fucking me. He stops and looks at me.

“No….this is mine remember.” I say to him cockily, “I’m happy to finish alone. But I will admit I’d rather ride your fingers than mine.”

Micah removes the hand from his belt and moves to tower over me on the cot. His right-hand resumes fingering me while his left moves to clutch at the top of the cot near my head. He very, very carefully places his knee on the cot, making sure to avoid my injured thigh.

“You like being in charge?” he hisses at me while his fingers move faster and faster, “That’s fine…..for now.” Micah moves his thumb to my clit and starts applying just the right amount of pressure. I grab the sides of his face and pull his lips to mine to quieten my moans and then grab at his shirt to keep him in place.

“Faster” I gasp between kisses and Micah obliges, “Fuck, you feel so good.” I praise and I’m sure I see his eyes light up, “Don’t stop.” Micah shakes his head and kisses at my neck again while my free hand finds purchase in his long hair.

I feel myself climb higher and higher towards my peak as Micah kisses and nibbles along my neck. I know he wants to sink his teeth in but he also knows that wouldn’t end well. Micah wants more than his fingers inside me one day and if he pushes too far, he knows he’ll lose that opportunity. Micah’s an idiot, but he’s not stupid.

“You like my fingers darlin’?” Micah drawls as he pulls back to look at me. I nod eagerly and whimper the closer I get. Micah moves his free hand to my face and brushes his thumb down to my lips which I eagerly take into my mouth and suck. “Fuckin’ hell baby….keep doin’ that….” When I stop sucking, Micah adds a quick “please.”

Micah’s fingers, along with his hot breath on my face as he pants and his thumb moving in and out of my mouth, causes me to hit my high and I cum. Hard. I grab the wrist under my skirt and still his hand which I grind against to ride out the final waves of pleasure.

I bite down hard on Micah’s thumb to contain my cries and for a moment I worry that I’ve hurt him but when I open my eyes, I’m met with his signature smirk. I also notice he’s breathing very, very hard.

As he removes his fingers from me, I glance down to his lap and see a dark stain spreading around his crotch. I bite my lip as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks my wetness off of them.

“Well” he huffs once he’s finished, “That was somethin’.”

I can’t help but laugh and can only get out a quiet, “Yep.”

Micah smiles and leans down to capture my lips with his, giving me a taste of myself on his tongue. When he pulls back, he takes a moment to grasp my face and growl. I wink at him and giggle as he pulls his face away from me; the euphoria, whiskey and exhaustion from the day making me giddy.

“Goodnight darlin’” he drawls quietly and honestly the only thing I can manage is a nod. My body is tingling and I feel weightless. As Micah straightens up, fully ready to face anyone outside my tent with his wet crotch, I feel my body giving into sleep.

Before I doze off, I’m almost 100% sure I feel blankets being pulled up over me as the lantern is dimmed.

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Valentine’s Special

Pairing: Lewis Tan x Black Reader

Warning(s): None💕

A/N: So this was supposed to come out on Valentine’s Day, but things got a little hectic so I couldn’t finish it when I wanted. However although it’s a little late, I hope you guys like it!! 😊

“I wanna be, where the people are. I wanna see, wanna see em dancing!”

“Not today you don’t girl trust me,” you speak to yourself, taking a bite of your Hershey’s bar.

Being with Lewis, you know there would be times that he’d be away filming. And while you were understanding how that was part of the job, that didn’t take away the pain of being away from him. Especially on days like today.

Although it was adorable seeing everyone with their Valentine’s Day cards and gifts, it did put you more in your feelings since you were alone. He messaged you earlier in the morning saying how much he missed and loved you, and had a beautiful bouquet of various flowers sent to the apartment, which made you smile, but it wasn’t the same as having him physically there.

So here you were, sitting on the couch watching Disney movies and eating chocolate to try to brighten your mood.

“Alright bish grab ya stuff and let’s go!!,” your best friend, Hailey, shouts coming through your front door.

“Remind me to take back my key,” you respond sitting up.

“1. Rude 2. You’re not having a pity party because you’re alone today are you?”

“No. I can’t just watch Disney movies in peace?”

“You can, but I know you and when you watch the princess movies, that means you’re in your feelings,” she answers with a smug smile as if to say “tell me I’m wrong I dare you.”

“Ok I may be a little in my feelings because Lewis isn’t here.”

“Mhmm I know.” Sitting beside you on the couch, she lightly rubs your back as she embraces you in a hug.

“It’s gonna be ok. Mr. Long, Tan, and Handsome will be back before you know it.”

“I can’t stand you,” you laugh smacking her arm as you both pulled away. Ever since they first met, they were always going back and forth with each other. It was as if they were long lost siblings with how much teasing they did.

“Alright now go and get dressed so we can go out! I’m not letting you stay in this apartment all day.”

“Fine, I’ll go,” you dramatically sigh, standing up to do as you were told.

“Ohh and do a full beat too! You might be in your feelings, but as your bestie I’m also not letting you out looking any less than the queen you are.”

“Aww thanks LeLe!”

“You’re welcome! Now hurry up because I’m starting to get hungry.”

“And you call me the rude one,” you laugh walking to your room to get ready.

———

“Y/N!!! You look so pretty in that!!!,” Hailey gushes like a proud mom sending her daughter off to prom.

Wearing a dark blue slightly asymmetrical mini skirt with a grey long sleeve top, you give a small twirl while batting your lashes.

“Yasss look at how bomb my best friend looks y’all!!,” she says while holding her phone and circling around you.

“Shh there are other people in this store!,” you whisper, laughing as you try to block the camera.

“They’ll be alright. Ohh you know what would look super cute with that?! These boots!”

Black, suede, and fitted like sock, the block heeled booties were gorgeous and would definitely go well with the outfit. That is until you saw the price.

“Um did you see the price though? These boots are $80! Put that together with this outfit I’m looking at $150.”

“Don’t worry about it, I got it taken care of.”

“Hailey if you’re thinking about stealing so help me-,”

“No! What kind of person do you think I am?,” she gasps, feigning as if she’s been offended. “My friend works here and owes me a few favors so I got all this at a good price.”

“Wait, you mean you already paid for this?!”

“And the shoes,” Hailey adds, showing off the boot as if she was on the Price is Right.

“I know you’re gonna try to say no, but I’m your friend and want to treat you to something nice, also don’t worry about my hookup she won’t get in trouble I promise.”

You still wanted to protest and tell the employee to redo everything, but then again everything was already done so there was nothing you could really do.

“Thank you Hailey, you really didn’t have to do this. I promise to pay you back,” you smile hugging her.

“I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to though! And if you try to give me money I’ll smack it out of your hand and stuff it back in your purse!,” she laughs.

“So rude and violent. Alright let me change and we can go eat, I know you’re starving.”

“Orrr...you can just wear that out the store!”

“Is that allowed?”

“Yea! Right Kasey?,” she asks turning towards the brunette behind the counter, who nods with a smile before walking over to the two of you to help take off the tags.

———

Singing to the top of your lungs as you drove through town listening to the radio, you were happy to finally have your mind off of feeling alone. And yea you still missed Lewis, but having your friend keep you company definitely took some of those sad feelings away. You still tried to check here and there to see if he updated his stories, but Hailey always managed to take your phone just as you opened the app.

“The point of today is to get you OUT of your feelings not back into it,” she’d always say before cutting your screen off and handing it back to you.

After some time, you finally arrived to your destination making you instantly turn to look at Hailey in disbelief.

“I thought the point was for me to not be in my feelings?,” you ask, arms crossed in front of you. “This is where Lewis and I went on our first date.”

“Ok first of all, we’ve known about this place way before you and fist of fury started dating so this is equally our spot as much as it is yalls. Second, I’m sorry that they have bomb milkshakes which I’m in the mood for and know you’re always down for, so let’s go.”

Sliding out of the car, you both enter the unusually empty diner. Hailey literally bouncing as she entered the booth with her menu in hand, and you missing Lewis more than ever as you reminisce on your first date and the other good times you’ve had.

“Here let me take your picture. Not only do you look super cute, but you can send it to your man to show where you went today.”

“Nooo just let me order my food please,” you groan like a toddler begging to play longer.

“Me taking your picture is not gonna affect you ordering,” she replies with a laugh. “Now c’mon smile.”

With your chin propped on your hand, you smile before taking a couple more pictures making silly faces.

“Ok so far this one is my favorite and I think you’ll love it too.”

Turning the phone towards you, you immediately feel tears threaten to fall and surely mess up your makeup. While you were smiling, over your shoulder was Lewis sitting in the booth behind you, with a finger over his lips as he winked while holding a small black box.

“Happy Valentine’s Day love!,” he smiled as you turned around to face the love of your life.

“Are you serious right now?!,” you ask, watching as he gets down on one knee.

“Yes I am, and I hope you feel the same when I ask you Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N if you don’t mind spending the rest of your life with me and be my wife?”

“Yes, of course I’ll be your wife!,” you smile as he slides the circular diamond ring on your finger before kissing you.

“Aww I’m gonna be a maid of honor!,” Hailey claps making both you and Lewis laugh.

“Wait aren’t you supposed to be filming in Canada?”

“I am, but we got a break for a couple of days so I planned this whole thing out with the help of jabber jaws over here,” he replies tilting his head towards Hailey.

“Listen you just got engaged and I’m trying to be nice jolly green giant,” she retorts making him roll his eyes.

“You were the one that bought the outfit too weren’t you? And that explains why someone said I should do a full beat.”

“Yea I gave Hailey my card info and told her to treat you to anything you wanted. Whatever store you were in, I called to make sure there were no problems with her trying to use it. Also might I add you look gorgeous as always.”

Leaning in, Lewis kisses you again pulling you closer towards him as Hailey jokingly gags, making him flick her off before pulling away.

“Well it looks like my job here is done, so I’m gonna leave you love birds to it.”

“What about your milkshake?”

“Oh I’m still gonna get it. I know you guys probably want some alone time though so I’ll see you later,” she waves as she stands up beside the booth. “Also if my future niece/nephew happens to be conceived tonight, I will gladly accept them being named after me.”

“Bye Hailey,” you and Lewis reply at the same time with a laugh.

“And thanks for helping Hailey, this couldn’t have happened without you,” he adds with a smile.

“No problem, yall are my family you know I’d do anything for you guys.” Blowing you both kisses, she grabs her Oreo milkshake before walking out the glass doors to get in her car.

“So you like your surprise?”

“I love it, which reminds me,” you start before smacking him in the arm. “How could you play with my emotions like that?!”

“Ow! I didn’t do it to be mean, it was for your surprise. I sowwy!,” pouting his lips, he gently joins his forehead with yours before continuously pecking your lips until you giggled.

“Alright in this case you’re forgiven. But try not to make a habit out of it, I don’t know if my heart can take it.”

“Anything you say Mrs. Tan,” he smiles chuckling as he places an arm around your shoulders and kisses your forehead.

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Not Part of the Plan

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1,853 Warnings: Language

A/N: This is only like...my second time writing Bucky, really. (The other time is in We’re No Heroes...which maybe I’ll pick back up during this quarantine.) I enjoyed writing him, and I hope you enjoy it, too! 

Beta’d by @amanda-teaches​ (who you can thank for the idea since it was written for her 2k Celebration, which you can find HERE, and the prompt is bolded). I didn’t break her heart this time, so I’m proud of myself for that. Also beta’d by @pinknerdpanda​, who always leaves me such beautiful reviews and straight up tells me when I mess the words up. (My old eyes ain’t what they used to be.)

Also, tags are at the bottom. Unless you’ve otherwise stated, I’m tagging my Forevers list. If you don’t want Marvel, let me know. If you want all the things because you just like my words, let me know. And, if you decide to be tagged, I hope to see you interact! It’s not like...a must. But I do love hearing from you all, it makes my soul happy. And in times like these, everyone needs some soul happy. Also, it makes me want to write more for you! 

Alrighty, on with the show!

This did not go the way I had planned it at all. 

Not that any of my plans really...I don’t know...work. But I manage to squeak by. It generally doesn’t go over well with whoever I’m working with, but I’m adorable so that makes up for it. Usually. 

But this time, things are different. In my defense, the original plan was not my idea, not by a long shot. You can blame Stark for that. The one after the original one failed...that one was mine. I don’t really want to accept the blame for that part, but I’m not so sure my partner would agree. 

Speaking of…

I can feel the anger radiating from him, and I can guarantee he’s not even looking at me. I chance a quick glance, and all I really see is the glint of sunlight off metal. 

“Listen, in my defense, that move usually works.” 

Silence.

I shift against the wall I’m leaning against, and realize we might be in some deeper shit than I thought. My side feels like someone has jammed a hot poker in between my ribs and twisted, and the hand I’m holding against it is sticky with drying blood. I squeeze my eyes shut, and force back the tears that are threatening to spill. I will not cry in front of him. 

“Come on, Barnes, you can’t be that mad at me. I mean, I know this sucks, but where’s your sense of adventure?” 

He whips around and I suddenly forget my next thought. His hair has started to fall out of the man bun he’d wrapped it in, and tendrils of dark hair are framing his face...now is not the time, Y/N. 

“Sense of adventure? Sense of adventure?” He stomps toward me, his hands clenched at his side. “Adventure is jumping in the car and not knowing where you’re gonna go! Adventure is takin’ a girl on a first date and deciding whether or not you’re gonna kiss her! I hate to break it to you, doll, but this,” he motions vaguely at the abandoned building we are trapped in, “this is not an adventure.” His gaze shifts to where my hand is holding my side. “What the fuck is that?”

“Oh, this little ol’ thing? It’s nothing, just a souvenir from our not adventure. It’s fine.” 

“It doesn’t look fine. Let me see it.”  

I flinch away from his hand, “Stop it. I’ve had worse, I’m fine. Why don’t we just try to figure out how to get out of here, huh? Please tell me that we have some kind of back up coming?”

“How the fuck should I know? The only part of the plan I was aware of has already failed, and unless you added that into your brilliant back up plan, then no, probably not.” I yank my jacket off and wrap it around my waist, sending fire through the wound as it squeezes tightly against it. Bucky opens his mouth to comment on my obvious discomfort, but immediately closes it. Instead, he turns away and walks across the room, carefully looking through the window. 

“Well, what do you see?” 

“Soldiers.” 

I roll my eyes, “That’s vague. How many?” 

He turns to look at me and the seriousness of the situation hits home when I see his face. “Lots.” 

I make a mental note to punch Tony in the dick if we manage to make it out of this in one piece. “Define lots.” 

“Sweetheart, even if you were in perfect condition, the two of us together wouldn’t be able to take all of ‘em.” He looks back outside, “We need Steve, Sam.” I giggle and he turns around to glare at me, “Don’t you ever fuckin’ tell him I said that. Not a damn word.” 

I shuffle over to the window, and groan. He’s not wrong. There’s at least twenty men, all armed, and all looking for us. “It’s less than ideal, but I’ve been in worse spots. I think we can do it.” 

“I think is not giving me much confidence, Y/N.” He shakes his head and chuckles, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were Steve’s kid sister. You’d actually be him if you were any more alike.” 

“Yea, well…” I slide down the wall, landing heavily on the floor, my body suddenly realizing I’ve lost more blood than I should have, “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.” 

He kneels down, forcing my hands away so he can look at my side. “Goddammit, Y/N, you should’ve let me look at this earlier.” He tears my jacket into strips, much to my disappointment, and makes a better makeshift bandage than I had attempted. He wipes my blood off his hands and onto his pants, resting his elbow on his knee as he looks at me. “What do you suggest now?

“What floor are we on?” 

He shrugs, “I dunno, fifth? Why?” 

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan. Get to the roof. There’s another building to the left, cross that roof, take the emergency exit stairs on the far side, jump the fence, and you’re in the clear. Get Tony and bring him here so I can kick his ass.” 

“I’m not leaving you here, fuck that.” 

I grin, although I’m sure it was more of a grimace, “Aww, do you actually like me, Barnes? What a time to be alive.” 

“I just don’t want to get shit about it.” 

“Yea, yea, yea.” I take a moment to look at him, really look at him, and can see the fear in his eyes. We are in deep shit. I sigh. “I can’t do that and you know it. I fucked up, Buck. It’s no one’s fault but mine. But, you gotta get out of here. You can do it, and you’ll get help, and it’ll be fine. Bonus: we won’t let Tony live it down! He’s gonna get all the shit.” 

Bucky laughs, wiping a hand across his eyes when he thinks I’m not looking, “You’re something else, you know that, kid?” 

I shrug, “Someone has to have a sense of humor, and I’m thinking you’re a lost cause.” 

“Whatever.” He pauses, and my eyes slip shut. “Y/N?” 

“I’m fine. Just sleepy. Why don’t you hurry your ass up so I can go home, huh?” 

“I can’t just leave you here-“ 

“You can and you will!” I say it angrier than I intend, but it’s for his own good. “Go, Barnes. Just go.” 

I keep my eyes closed, it’s too much work to keep them open, and wait for the sound of his footsteps. The sound never comes. 

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I wake up, fully expecting to still be in that building. Instead, I’m lying in my bed back at Stark Tower. My head rolls to the side and I see Bucky sprawled out in a chair in the corner. 

“The hell…” my voice crackles and I look around for a glass of water. When I don’t see one, I attempt to leave my bed and immediately hit the floor. Bucky jumps up, his eyes wide, then sees me sitting in a heap on the floor. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” He immediately grabs me, helping me back on the bed way gentler than I’ve ever seen him. 

“Language, Barnes. Language.” He frowns and I laugh, grimacing at the dull throbbing in my side, “I’m thirsty. I wanted some water.” He walks over to my desk and throws open the mini fridge I keep stocked with water and Coke Zero. 

“Here.”

 I chug the ice cold water and sigh happily. “That is the best thing ever. Thanks.” I take a moment to gather my thoughts, picking at the blanket while I do. “So...what happened?” 

“You passed out. I couldn’t just leave you there, so I carried you.” 

“You...carried me? Like, to the roof?” 

“Yea.” 

“And, then Tony came?” 

“No, I carried you to the next building and then over the fence.” 

“How...why??” 

“Because I could.” 

I roll my eyes, “Always the hero, saving people you don’t even like just because you can. That was stupid.” 

“What do you mean, people I don’t even like?” 

“Oh, come on. I get on your nerves and you know it. You most certainly didn’t pick me to go on that job, everyone else was too busy.” 

He stares at me, his brows furrowed, then shakes his head. “I wasn’t upset that I had to go with you. I was upset because I didn’t want you to get involved. I knew it was gonna be a sticky one, and, uh…” He runs his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t want you to get hurt, is all.” 

“You didn’t want me to get hurt? You mean…” I think I know what he means, but I can’t possibly be right. 

“I mean...well, I like you, doll. Hell, more than like you, I guess.” He rolls his eyes and stands up, “I sound like a kid.” 

“You...you like me?” I try and fail not to laugh. He whips around and glares. 

“Oh, laugh it up.” 

I wave a hand, “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you liking me. Well, I am. But, mostly because I thought you hated me.” 

“Why the hell would you think that?” 

I hold my fingers up, counting as I go, “First, you never laugh at my jokes. Second, you avoid me every job we go on. Third, you make it a point to leave the room whenever I walk in...ohhhh.” 

He smiles, shaking his head, “For a smart girl, you’re pretty slow at realizing things.” He sits back down and tentatively grabs my hand. “You’re funny, I just don’t always get the references. I just never know what to do with you. Back in the day, I could get any gal I wanted, just by smiling. But you...you don’t need anyone. You’re just...you. I don’t know how to handle you, and it makes me nervous. I hate to admit it but...you scare me a little, Y/N.” 

I squeeze his hand, “I am a lot to handle, so it’s understandable. You should know, you don’t scare me at all.” 

He raises an eyebrow, “Oh, is that right?” He moves in closer, “Not even a little bit?” 

“I...no. Not even a little.” He gets closer, his lips barely grazing mine. 

“Not even a little nervous?” His hand traces along my neck, before cupping my cheek. “What about now, sweetheart?” 

I clear my throat, “S-steady as a rock. You ain’t shit, Barnes-“ I can’t finish my sentence because suddenly his lips are on mine and then I am scared. I’m scared about what this means for us, for the team. Then, his other hand comes up, holding my face in place as he kisses me deeper, and I realize none of it matters. 

Because honestly, the thing I’m most scared of? 

Losing James Buchanan Barnes. 

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