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Liminal Spaces - 141

((For this to make even a little bit of sense, please go read the wonderful brainchild of the talented @notspiders - I've linked the post at the bottom, you can't miss it! All credit goes to them ♥))

Part 1 - The Woods

There's only ever been one rule - You're supposed to stay up in the watchtower when he isn't with you (a rare occurrence as he seems to hate being away even for a moment) and you'd think there'd be some pull, some inclination to explore and see things for yourself... but not really? (Not anymore). Sometimes there's a nagging, irritating feeling in the back of your head, it tells you to do silly things, dangerous things - like putting on your hiking boots, getting some essentials together... and running away.

But that's silly. (And you shiver when you think about going out into the woods on your own.)

It's cozy up in the watchtower, always the perfect temperature inside, always a drink fitting the weather set out waiting for you, a snack prepared in advance if you get peckish, a blanket or some fuzzy socks if it's chilly or a pair of sunglasses and a hat if the sunbeams are persistent.

Your biggest weakness however - several piles of books by the bed. You.. don't really remember how long you've been here, but you've read so many books one would think you should have managed to make a dent in the stacks by now - but no.

And it's not like you're complaining, not at all, every single book you've picked up thus far has scratched just the right itch for that day. (But it's weird, isn't it?)

And you couldn't have asked for a better companion, he doesn't crowd you when you want to be alone (though he's never far from sight). If you want to spend the day reading away, he'll simply take the four-wheeler (that only ever works for him) and go on a provision run, it's kinda funny how those trips are always on days when you have no desire to leave the watchtower (right?). Or he'll go hunting - disappearing in to the woods without gear or weapons of any kind and yet always bringing back game slung over his strong, broad back.

It's not that he refuses to take you with him (not at all, he loves your company!) it's just that when you go with him, the two of you always seem to get distracted and end up doing something completely different then what you set out to do. Like rock-climbing! Or he'll teach you how to throw axes, or tie a snare - always willing to please you, quick to laugh and even quicker with a joke. Some days, instead of being boisterous and smiling, blue eyes glittering with mischief, he will go quiet, contemplative and go sit out by the railing and watch the horizon. - And you've found yourself thinking, on more than one occasion that it's as if he is actively trying not to look at you. His fingers wrapped around the old rusty metal, knuckles white and taut. You learned quickly that he was best left alone on days like that. (So things don't get out of hand).

He always keeps you safe though, even from yourself. Because as good as you have it here, sometimes you have bad days too and you get confused. You don't like yourself very much on those days, on those days you don't like your companion very much either, or at all in fact.

You scream and shout and cry, accuse him of horrible things, of scary things.. and on really bad days he has to restrain you, take hold of your smacking hands and scratching nails and push you down in bed under his solid body. Holding you still while he coos and whispers sweet nothings in your ear (always with that warm highland tone) until you've calmed down, until you can breath again. When your head finally stops hurting, finally stops feeling like it's going to tear in two. And you can't fault him if his touch lingers, if he's reluctant to let you go. To release your body from under his much bigger one. And him grinding up against your core, slotting your body perfectly against his.. that's just to keep you from hurting yourself (Even if it short circuits your brain). So what if his eyes go a little crazed and stares at inappropriate places on your body - anyone can get cabin fever!

The important thing is - He keeps you safe and even if you sulk and pout afterwards, if you refuse to get out of bed and spend days simply laying curled up under covers and blankets staring out over the vast (never ending) stretch of forest surrounding you... he always takes care of you.

He'll nail up an old bedsheet and set up the projector so you can watch movies together, or he'll pick up the book you've started on and read aloud - picking up right where you left off.

More often than not he'll do voices for the characters, bring them to life with exaggerated accents and gesticulations, all to make you smile. Or he'll go completely off script and put on his own little show, just for your amusement, it never fails to leave you in stitches. He'll tempt you and entice you with delicious smelling foods, stacks of pancakes with butter and maple syrup, rich flavourful stews that leave you both groaning and unbuttoning your pants. Or he'll pull a pint of your favourite ice-cream out of the icebox, when you could have sworn, you'd run out days ago (Gaz only knows how where he got it from).

And soon enough the bad mood will pass, it will slip away and you're back to enjoying yourself in the quiet of the watchtower, feeling at peace once more.

His big, steady arm wrapped around your shoulders, his nose pressed down at the top of your head, breathing you in, calming him down and stirring him up in equal measure. (Unbeknownst to you.)

You're right where you should be, where you belong. With him.

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notspiders · 7 days

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Liminal Spaces w/ COD:MW

Part 1

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Credits for some of the ideas goes to: @angelcqre , @roller-rink-haruno , and @sentientcave / @bluemoonrover. I love all of you so much, thank you for the support!!!

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It's more than just Task Force 141.

Don't like them? Consider these following options! :) Watch your back.

Phillip Graves - The Farm:

There's really nowhere to run off to. Good luck.

His Shadows are the farmhands and the scarecrows.

His animals are... weird.

His horses are a bit too smart, and you think you seen them peering through your bedroom window. Which is nice, until you remember you're on the second floor.

They're... always crunching on something. Why is the family of mice decreasing?

Why do the dogs look human-like? Is it the eyes?

But, you know, ignoring them... the BBQ and steak isn't so bad. You'll get the juiciest steak here. The best baked bread...

Oh, hun. You're cooking, by the way.

He's waiting on that blueberry pie too, you know.

Look at the closet. It's filled with his favorite clothes for you. :)

Why don't you bend over that counter and let him...

Oh? No? You're saying no?

That's adorable. You now have until three to lay on his lap. :)

Alex Keller - Highway

Well you do have to be in a car for this. Walking is a bit of a pain. :/

The endless highway... Sometimes you'll spot a car driving by. But they disappear when you try to speed up to them.

There's an occasional gas station smack in the middle.

And maybe the next hundreds of miles there's another...

Always stocked to the max. Anything you want, it's there.

It's cool inside too.

He's always there too.

You can keep driving but you need the gas. It'll be a pain to have your car broken down in the middle of nowhere. And the sun is scorching hot.

Oh!

Princess needs somewhere to stay, yeah?

That motel looks sus but a place is a place, and a bed would be nice than the hard car seats.

You know...

Alex can do more than just fill your car. :)

Laswell - Cruise Ship:

The cruise ship is always moving in the waters. You don't know where it goes, or when there will be land, you feel like the boat has moved for hours but...

All the clocks are not working. It's all frozen. The day is not changing either. No clouds either. Perfectly sunny.

You have everything in this empty cruise ship. The rooms are always open for you.

Beds are clean, no matter how many times you mess up the sheets, when you exit the room and enter it again- it's back to its pristine state.

The bathrooms are neat. The shampoo and conditioner go great on your hair. There's other products- makeup, medical, more toiletries- in the drawers, should you ever need them.

Theaters, arcades, casinos, restaurants- all free for you to use.

It feels great, if it didn't feel like you're being watched constantly.

You'd enjoy this place, if you didn't see things move in the corner of your eye. You sworn you saw and heard the splash of water in the pool. And that you heard the laughter of someone in a different room. And the chattering in the restaurant.

But every time you rush in, there's no one there.

No one is here in this cruise ship. No one but ghosts and echoes of families who've been here. They're harmless... Just ignore them, dear.

Good luck trying to avoid Laswell, too. She's always watching through the cameras. :)

Under any circumstances, do not jump out.

The ocean is not the ocean.

Nikolai - Airplane

Let's get this straight, yeah?

Good girls stay in first class. Bad girls go to economy.

And if you behave like an animal, well, depends on our pilot's mood. You either get called into the cockpit...

Or down into the cargo you go! :)

Don't worry! He's very nice. If you're acting up, he gives you a warning.

That being turbulence. If the plane is shaking you better stop what you're doing. Now.

It's a strange plane... You can keep on walking and it just doesn't seem to end. Place changes too, when you try to go back. It's always something new.

Plenty of movies and games in the airplane for you to watch. Don't bother taking your phone out, it won't work.

There are very nice flight attendants that'll prepare you the best food you've ever eaten. Airplane food isn't so bad after all. You can have any drink you want too.

Just don't talk with them more than just about the food. If you say anything else, they'll leave immediately.

If you flirt with them, it's their death sentence. You'll wonder why they pale and walk away so fast...

If you glance at the window, you might just catch a glimpse of them flying out into the sky.

Speaking of which... It's pitch black outside. You do see the airplane wing and the red flashing light at the end... But other than that, you can hardly differentiate the night from earth... or sea.

König - Pools

You stumbled into one of these rooms and found the naked Austrian in the pools.

Don't run! Please! You're the first human face he's seen in a while!

It's not all that bad. There's some food in the fridge- a microwave is nearby for you to reheat some foods- and the water is fresh.

The best baths are here. There's all of these shampoos, conditioners, lotions, bathbombs...

Poor König never used them because he doesn't know how to! Teach him please!

Seriously. Gaz gave him the 13 in 1 unlimited dish soap that has Johnny's face smack in the middle of it to shoo him out of his mall- and König's been using that to wash himself ever since. :(

Don't mind him cuddling you all the time.

You're the softest thing he's ever held in his hands. The towels and rubber duckies can't even compare.

Don't try to escape or leave his side now.

There are monsters here that'll be happy to drown you.

Alejandro Vargas - The Resort

A massive upgrade compared to Ghost's Bachelor Shack by the sea.

It's still... very empty.

It's just you and Alejandro.

Food and drink are limitless. Ask for anything, Alejandro will deliver.

Relax, love. You deserve this break. You deserve everything.

No annoying seagulls squawking at you. You do see them flying in the distance though... They never come, nor do they ever land.

The waters are crystal clear. It's the perfect temperature to slip inside and just float in it.

You're never cold. It's toasty warm, with an occasional breeze. Feels perfect. The hotel has perfect air conditioning, if you want to stay inside.

You get a camera, instead of your phone. Go take some pictures!

There's so many things to do here. Scuba-diving, sailing, swimming, surfing...

Exploring tide pools with Alejandro. :)

Rodolfo Parra - Aquarium

Enjoy yourself in the aquarium! Don't you worry, the animals here are all treated wonderfully.

Let him be your tour guide. He'll show you every marine animal in this domain.

And it seems he has everything here. You can take pictures! Just without the flash please. Seriously. No flash. In fact, how about just let him take the pictures for you? Pose with him and smile for the camera... :)

If you want, you can feed the animals here!

You can pet some of the animals in some spots. Rub the back of a patient orca. Allow a sea otter to sniff your hands. Pat the belly of a lazy seal.

Come over to the Ray Pool! The stingrays are eager to feel your touch.

The beluga swims beside you as you walk down the tunnel. A dolphin leaps out of the water to greet you. A manatee smushes its face against a window in an attempt to give you a >kith<.

Ah you're hungry? Not to worry. The cafeteria is down here. Anything you want to eat or drink, it's all here.

After lunch, how about you go diving with Rudy? Don't worry. It's safe. He'll take you to one of the biggest pools and you can dive in beside him.

The Humpback Whale nuzzles you affectionately.

Try not to stray away from Rudy. You can easily get lost in these halls... If you do, stay still and just let him come up to you.

There's no point in hiding. The fish are on his side. :/

Farah Karim:

I truly believe that Farah actually doesn't have a liminal space.

She guides you instead.

She helps you go through the domains.

Farah is someone you can trust in this liminal region.

She'll watch your back as you two camp in Soap's woods. She'll lead you out of Price's suburbia. She sneaks you away from Graves's farm.

She'll protect you.

Bonus w/ Ghost:

After you met with Alejandro and seen his beach, Ghost upgraded his domain.

Well, slightly.

There is a lighthouse now.

Do you remember playing in the beach with him? You two built sandcastles together.

He's awfully proud of himself when he tips the bucket and pulls it up. He's made his first sand tower, really.

"Tha's gonna be where you and me live, lovie."

...No wonder why that lighthouse looks awfully familiar.

It also explains why it looks like it's going to crumble any second.

Sure, there's blankets and lovely cushions, some food and drink in the corner-

It's... somehow colder here than the shack. :/

You can practically feel the tower shake as the waves crash against it.

Ghost assures you- as you curl up beside him on the small bed for his warmth- that it's perfectly safe. Trust him. Please.

Please don't leave him.

But if you really need to...

He'll light his tower to guide you through the dark.

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notspiders · 7 days

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Liminal Spaces w/ 141

A thought I made with a few friends who fleshed it out more:

Liminal spaces! But you know, 141 are the monsters :P Now, the rule is that as long as you're compliant and not trying to escape, your liminal space is going to be heaven. They'll make sure of that to ensure you don't associate anything negative to their space. Can't have that, hmm?

Each man has their own domain. :)

Price - Suburbia:

Quiet, infinite neighborhood, everything looks the same. There's people but they all seem to act exactly like you'd imagine Stock Images people would act.

You can't really talk with them either. Strange how when you approach one of them, they just disappear in a blink of an eye.

Price would prefer if you act as his loving partner :)

The fridge is always stocked! Beds are warm and cozy. The television plays anything you want.

You also get WIFI. Don't bother messaging anyone (that isn't your husband.)

You can try to 'exit' the neighborhood. There's a car even! You can drive in it. There's unlimited amount of fuel. Too bad the road never seems to end and the houses are still there...

Not to worry. You can exit out of the car and enter any one of the houses. Price is always waiting :)

Got that all out of your system, hm?

Gaz - Shopping Mall:

Shopping mall has everything and anything.

Movie theaters, designer clothes, outlets, cafeterias, anything you want- it's there! Have fun exploring :)

It's just you though. No one else is in this mall.

Gaz's voice will always guide you over the speakers, should you ever get lost.

Or, your favorite music always plays over the speakers. You can ask Gaz to skip any song or play whatever you want at any moment of time.

Arcades, cafes, even a pet shop! Gaz will be happy to join you if you wish for company :)

The doors to the exits don't budge open. Stop trying.

There's an Internet cafe and library in this mall. Anything you want to read, watch, listen- it's all there. Still can't talk with anyone... Shame.

But you have Kyle. Who else do you want?

Soap - the Woods:

The Firewatch tower in the endless, dense woods.

It's pretty cozy.

Food is always stocked in the fridge. Plenty of water too. If you want something fresh, just ask! Soap is happy to hunt for you :)

You can watch sunsets and sunrises with him. He loves it :)

No WIFI here unfortunately, but, really- say goodbye to your electronic devices and embrace nature. It's good for you.

If you want to explore the woods, always have Soap beside you. He'll guide you around. Maybe you might find a small, beautiful clearing beside a lake. It's a perfect campsite. Could go swimming, fishing, canoeing...

Don't worry. No harmful bugs or creepy crawlies you dislike.

Oh? You want to go rock-climbing? Why how convenient that there's this cliff right beside us. With harnesses and such attached to the wall! And would you look at that, it's very easy to climb.

Plenty of things to do.

Starwatching. :)

As long as you're with him, no harmful monsters are going to bother you two.

Never go alone.

Ghost - the Beach

It's... a lovely beach.

If it weren't so foggy in most days.

But that's what you have Ghost for. He's your personal heater. :)

Seriously it gets freezing at night and the small shack by the ocean isn't really keeping the cold out.

Don't you worry. Sand won't get everywhere. And it's smooth. Calm your tits, Anakin.

Some days, when the Sun is out, the sand is just the perfect warm bed for you to lay down and just... sunbathe.

You can tan with Ghost to get that impeccable bronze. Don't worry, you won't get sunburnt. Of course... could always ask Ghost to lather sunscreen on you. He'll be happy to help you with that :)

The water can vary in temperature- from freezing cold to a nice sunny warm.

You can swim and wade in it. And you can try to go deeper but isn't that strange? The depth isn't changing and you just don't seem to be leaving the shore too much.

The currents do get stronger when you keep on trying. Don't bother, you're never getting past it.

Plenty of food and water in that shack. And spare clothes, towels...

WIFI? Babe, this is the beach. You don't need it. You have Ghost.

Bonus:

Credits to @angelcqre for this line:

something about the boys all going to Gaz’s domain at random points to pick up shit they don’t have in their own domains [...]

Yes.

Yes they would. They absolutely would.

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notspiders · 17 days

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Making Great Grandchildren for Grandmother

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notspiders · 27 days

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can’t stop won’t stop 🐾 🐾 🐾

"hey morg hows the booping thing going?"

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gonna come boop u

"hey morg hows the booping thing going?"

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notspiders · 29 days

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Waka Waka

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notspiders · 30 days

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Learning w/ James Smith (2)

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"He turned his head 180 degrees? That's impossible. You must be seeing things."

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notspiders · 30 days

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the space in between- part viii

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

all john can think about as he watches his girl sleep is how very much he feels like a wolf lying down next to a lamb. she's so soft, the rolling slopes of her body made to look like snow-covered hillsides under her crisp white bedsheet. underneath all of that physical softness, he knows she doesn't have a hidden sharpness or a cruel bone in her body. not like him. she's probably never seen a dead body outside of a funeral, sweet thing.

it's been a long, long time since he's met someone so completely devoid of darkness or hard edges or a trick constantly up their sleeve. he's finally met someone who makes him think about settling down, retiring, and enjoying a 'civilian' life. she'd passed his little tests with ease, proving herself to be reliable and honest, and the more he got to know her the more he liked what he saw. she's clever, but not reckless. respectful, but not a pushover. tough, but not calloused. all the makings of a perfect mob wife, aside from the fact that she has a significantly more developed sense of self-preservation than most of those women. still, all he can think about anymore is selling off the penthouse, transferring everything to simon's care, and whisking this soft girl away to the farm and giving her his surname.

he knows he can't, though. not yet. there's still the mole to deal with, and whatever the fuck this las almas mess is that shepherd has gotten him and his boys into. it was supposed to be a simple gig, helping out the head of another family that they're friendly with, but it's gone completely sideways and john's not quite sure how to fix it yet. soap and ghost have gone to mexico to try to get answers, but in the thwo days since they'd landed he hasn't heard anything from them. he's trying not to worry, trying to distract himself with his pursuit of a soft girl with a pretty smile, but it's only partially successful. the sunlight that's been slowly moving across her bed finally shines on her face, and john can't help but think about angels as she slowly blinks awake.

"good morning. i have plans for you today." john says softly, hoping to still preserve this precious stillness of the morning.

"oh yeah? what if i already had plans?" she asks sleepily. he cocks an eyebrow playfully.

"do you?"

"... no." his smile grows as he leans in to kiss her. everything about her begs to be touched and kissed, and john is volunteering wholeheartedly for the task. "what are my plans for the day, then?"

"i was thinking lie-in until the afternoon, lunch at my favorite restaurant- don't make that face, it's not that kind of place, no one's going to put pictures of us on the internet again." he says, trying not to laugh at her scrunched up nose. god, she's so cute.

"you're sure?"

"they won't." john puts as much conviction as he has behind those two words, and it's nothing short of a joy to see his reassurances work. she's a cautious sort of girl, and for good reason. to get into her good graces is nothing short of a privilege, and he won't be taking it for granted anytime soon. he knows he has a few more of her walls to knock down, but he's patient. he can wait. he thinks about those last few walls a little more, and the smile on his face falters.

"hey, what's up? what's that face?" she asks, and, fuck, she's so fucking sweet. he almost hates to bring it up.

"last night, you didn't tell me what your mum said. about you bein' with me. is it bad?" did i make things bad for you again? is what he really means, but can't bring himself to say.

"no, no. she's not, like, thrilled about- well. uh. y'know." she politely dances around the phrase 'the fact that it's you' and moves on. "but her biggest concern is just my safety, i think."

"i see." it's a fair enough concern for her to have, really, but john needs clarification. "she worried i'm a threat to your safety, specifically? or just people from my line of work?"

she looks away, and john already knows the answer, can feel the twisting, oily, slippery, coiling feeling in his guts.

"i mean, she didn't say that, but. well. you don't have a gentle reputation, john." she says quietly, and he's so, so desperate for her to look him in the eye again he lifts her chin with his finger.

"i admit, i am-" he clears his throat, "on occasion, when it's necessary, a dangerous man. but not to you, sweetheart. never to you. or your mum, either. all right?"

"can i get my dad added to that list?" his lamb asks, and he can tell it's only a half-joke.

"of course." john says, leaning in to kiss the warm skin of her temple. "anything you want."

"john, i-" she bites her lip and scrunches her nose again, clearly unsure how to proceed. it's obvious to john that she feels the need to say something that she thinks he won't like, and he steels himself a bit before encouraging her.

"go on, love."

"i'm still nervous about all of this. i- i like you, i do. wouldn't have told mom about you if i didn't. but. i'm still scared." she confesses, unable to look at his face.

"i know." he says softly, cradling her round face in his hand, which finally gets her to look at him again. "i won't tell you that you're wrong for being nervous, but i just need to ask you to trust i'll look out for you. can you do that, sweetheart?"

"there's- i mean, it's just-" she stammers, obviously trying to right way to phrase this.

"say what you need to say." he says gently, trying to encourage her to be honest. he knows that if he wants this thing between them to grow, they're going to need to be open with one another.

"i'm just afraid of getting hurt. not just physically, but. like. i'm kind of scared i'm being set up." she blurts out, her voice getting smaller as she finishes her thought, and she looks horrified at her candidness. oh, this won't do. this won't do at all. he wraps his arms around her, holding her close and kissing her forehead.

"oh, love, come here. i'm certain my word means fuckall to you, but i promise- i'm here because i genuinely like you. you're a clever, charming girl with a lovely, soft figure that i can't get enough of, and my most nefarious intentions towards you involve trying to make you cum on me. i swear it." he promises, lips against her skin, and her little giggle lightens the feeling in his heart.

"ok." his lamb says softly, and john can't help but kiss her gently on the lips.

"i really do think you're special. a breath of fresh air, you are. if you can't trust anything else, trust that i want you happy and safe and by my side. all right?" he asks, gently squeezing his arms around her. she immediately squeezes him back, and muscles that john hadn't even realized were tensed instantly relax.

"yeah, sorry, i just- i can't tell if i'm thinking about it too much or not enough. i'm afraid something bad will happen and everyone will tell me it's my fault, because i should have seen it coming." she confesses, and her honesty leaves john feeling like a part of his heart has cracked open, raw and bleeding and every bit as vulnerable as she's being. in a sick way, it almost feels like victory. you don't confess something like that to someone you're being 'casual' with, surely?

"i understand, i do. i won't apologize for my work, but i am sorry about the position it puts you in." he murmurs, relishing in the way she feels pressed against him, warm and soft and holding him tight. "i'll do whatever i can to make things easier on you, love. all you have to do is tell me what you need."

"i think what i need is a shower, something to eat, and to stretch my legs a little." she says with a yawn. "maybe coffee, too."

"as you wish." john murmurs, just barely holding back on saying 'i love you' instead.

the morning passes far too quickly for john's liking, but the afternoon is pleasant enough. he talks her into coming further downtown with him, taking arm-in-arm little stroll around the park before ducking into john's favorite burrito place. taking his lamb here is just one step below taking her to meet his mother, in his estimation. this is his holy place, somewhere he goes for peace and quiet, where he knows he can go and not be hassled by cops or reporters. the owners are old friends he'd met moving guns through mexico, the kinds of guys who make new acquaintances feel like old pals, and old pals feel like family. john's nothing short of thrilled that they seem to have found a way to successfully retire, get married, and go legit. if anyone deserves that kind of happy ending, it's alejandro and rudy, no question.

the place is spotless, as per usual, and his arrival is announced by the clear chime of a bell above the door. ale and rudy's daughter juanita is there, standing behind the counter with her usual tight bun and crooked smile, which only grows wider when she spots john and his lamb walking through the door.

"uncle john!" she greets brightly. "it's good to see you again!"

"juanita, you're looking well. got room for two in the back corner?" he asks, pulling his arm around his soft companion, who seems to be enjoying the murals on the walls. john remembers how seriously soap had taken the job of painting them, and he has to admit- they all look very nice. beautiful colorful desert scapes, golden beaches, and the famous eagle with the snake, all done with the love and care of a true artist. thoughts about art forgery start to form in the back of john's mind, and he tucks those plans away for another time.

"claro que si, go right ahead. two of your usual today?"

"please." john says as he leads his sweetheart to the back. the restaurant fairly quiet, only a few customers tucked away here and there, the loudest sounds being the cooks in the back, laughing and joking with each other merrily in spanish.

"best mexican food in town. i know the owners- legitimate businessmen, before you wonder. they go through the hassle of importing their ingredients from mexico the legal way, poor sods." john says as he pulls out his sweetheart's chair, and to his surprise and delight, his lamb giggles.

"so you do know people other than me who are on the straight and narrow." she teases.

john just snorts. "the narrow, anyways, yeah."

she just snorts a laugh, and it makes him like her all the more. "ok, fair enough."

"how's your job hunt going?" john asks a little too bluntly, hoping to find another opening to offer her a job. she hadn't taken it last time, and he's hoping to steer her towards working for one of his more legitimate organizations. how won't deny that the idea of taking the soft, found-faced secretary home with him at the end of the day really, really appeals to him.

"fine, i put out feelers for one job, i'll probably actually put my nose to the grindstone and actively start looking later this week. right now i'm just intentionally taking a few days for myself, like a forced vacation that i didn't have time to plan." she says as juanita comes back with their food. everything here's good, but john's really partial to the burritos, especially the chorizo one. he hopes his sweetheart doesn't think him presumptuous, ordering for her, but it really is one of the best things they make.

"you going to let me help you look?" he asks before he takes a bite, and it takes all of his strength not to moan into his food. damn, that really hits the spot. he watches the soft girl sitting across the table from him consider his offer. bless, she seems to really be contemplating instead of immediately dismissing or accepting like he'd expected.

"not at first, i don't think. i want to do this on my own, but if i can't find something in a reasonable amount of time i'll put my pride aside and be sure to come to you. ok?" she asks. john just nods his head as he chews, barely able to keep the smile off his face. it wasn't an outright no, he'll take it.

"sensible." he says once he swallows, she must hear the pride in his voice, because she's smiling around a mouthful of burrito. john nods towards her food."good, right?"

"oh my god, the best i've had since i moved here. it's so good i'm never telling anyone about it because i never want there to be a line." she jokes, but john's a smart man. he knows how to read between the lines, how to find 'you can trust me with your secrets' in a sentence about burritos.

she's giggling and devouring her meal with a small, contented smile on her face, but john isn't looking at her anymore. his gaze drifts up and over her head, a mask of practiced neutrality settling onto his face as he watches phil goddamn graves saunter in the door. god fucking dammit.

"thought i might find you here!" phil calls out, bypassing a stuttering juanita who'd tried to block him with her body, throwing john an apologetic look. his lamb, smart thing she is, doesn't turn around. she must see the strained look on john's face and picked up his discomfort, and now she's just following his lead. god, she's so fucking perfect. if this doesn't scare her off for good, he's going to eat her pussy again as a reward.

graves pulls up a chair and sits down at the table, entirely uninvited, his attention entirely on john's soft lamb.

"well hel-lo, miss...?" phil's smile is oily, too many teeth and without an ounce of sincerity.

"what is it you need, graves?" john interjects curtly, redirecting his attention. graves ignores his tone.

"sorry to barge in on your, uh, meeting, but shepherd sent me. needs an update on your boys in mexico taking care of la competencia down there. there's some, mmm, cargo we gotta move before certain deadlines, and we just gotta know if the lanes are clear, if you know what i mean."

"when i know, you'll know." john says evenly.

"sure, ok, but time is of the essence here, john. we're running out of it down there, and it's not going to get much better. you know, shepherd's real worried about the lack of info from your boys, wondering if they're not buried up to their necks somewhere in the desert. running afoul of el sin nombre could hurt us real bad if they're not able to get things cleared up, and we do not need that blowback finding us up here."

neither john nor his lamb looks at phil as he rattles on, john searching her face as he sees her notice the weapons peeking out from under graves' jacket. her eyes are wider when they meet john's again, but she keeps her face neutral. both of them know that this man is making her scared, making her want to grab her purse and leave this place without another word, kissing goodbye to the brief love affair john's been able to cultivate with her. her fight or flight is very nearly activated, and john knows she's a pacifist. the sudden feeling of john's foot hooking behind hers, in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture, seems to genuinely startle her, making her jerk her leg up enough to hit the table with her knee, rattling the dishes.

"sorry! sorry!" she says, grabbing her napkin to clean up some spilled salsa and water on the tabletop.

"phil, i'll check in on everything once i'm back in the office. it'll be handled, and shepherd will be informed of anything i learn." john says evenly. phil, to his credit, finally picks up on a hint, and stands to leave, his ostentatious gold desert eagle flashing under the atmospheric lighting. john nearly rolls his eyes at it.

"all right, i'll report back to the boss and let him know to expect to hear from you. nice to meetcha, little lady. y'all have a good one." phil says with a cheesy smile and wink.

"and you." is all his lamb offers back with a halfhearted smile and nod before she turns her attention back to cleaning the imaginary mess on the table, clearly listening to phillip graves's bootfalls as he exits behind her.

"sorry about that." john says quietly, and she just nods as she continues sipping on what's left of her horchata. for a while he'd been able to make her believe that he could somehow put a buffer between her and his work, but phil's gone and fucking ruined that just by showing up and running his mouth. bloody prick. john will have to find out how phil knew where to find him later, right now there's a fire to put out.

"maybe i should just go." his lamb says as she pulls her wallet out to pay her share, and john grabs her wrist. it's not a tight grip, but it's solid. as immovable as iron or steel. her eyes go even wider, and john sees the flash of fear on her face and tries to soothe her nerves.

"easy, now. come on, you don't have to go anywhere. indulge me, yeah? come back to mine, spend the night with me." he knows he sounds like he's trying to coax a frightened cat out from under a couch, but in his defense, it's exactly how he feels.

"you afraid i'm gonna run?" bless her for trying to keep her tone light, like it's a joke, but he sees right through it.

"yes, i am. now put that away," he nods to her wallet. "you're not payin' for dinner no matter what you choose to do."

she scoffs a little and rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "i might be unemployed, but i do have burrito money, you know."

"i know. just let me do this for you." john says, pulling out his card and holding it up between two fingers. he only has to wait to the silent count of three before juanita comes and takes it without a word. soon as rudy talks alejandro into actually, fully retiring he's buying this place and giving that girl a raise.

"thank you, john." his lamb says, polite thing she is.

"of course." he replies as he signs the bill that juanita brings back. poor girl looks about as upset as his lamb. "you all right, 'nita?"

"i'm sorry uncle john, i know you don't like being bothered-" she starts, and john gently takes her hands in his.

"don't you worry about all that. i saw you try your best, and that all i ever ask of you, isn't it? you just have a good rest of your shift, and tell your dads i said hello, all right?" john says, patting her hands gently when she gives him a tight-lipped smile and nod. "atta girl. i'll see you next time, then."

he waves goodbye to juanita and the boys in the back with a smile, hooking his arm through his lamb's and leading her outside. the walk to the parking garage is silent, uncomfortably so. he can hear the gears in her head grinding away, her comments about not being sure if she's thinking too much or not enough echoing in john's ears. clearly she's re-evaluating things, replaying phil's words and juanita's panic and trying to decide what to do about it. as he steers her towards his car, she suddenly stops walking. she's freaking out, he knows that, probably thinking about bolting, and it still takes all of his self-control not to just pull her into his car by force as he opts to turn and face her instead.

"meant what i said about you spending the night at my place, you know. it'll be nice, we'll just take it easy and spend some time getting to know each other. if you're not already sick of me, that is." he half-jokes as he steps into her space, crowding her back against the wall.

"john, i don't-" she starts nervously until he leans in, hands resting on the concrete on either side of her head. she's boxed in with nowhere to go, forced to look at him and give him all of her attention. it's intoxicating, if she didn't look so nervous he'd be hard as a rock right now.

"just give me a chance, sweetheart. a real one. i know you don't like my job, but surely you like me?" he leans in and gives her a testing peck to the lips, and she chases his mouth a little when he pulls away. he can't hold back the pleased little grin on his face. "let me take you home, kiss you senseless, and make you bread."

"what?" there it is, he's caught her off guard. she wasn't expecting that at all, and he can tell by the look on her face that all her apprehension has slid away to the back of her mind now. john pecks her lips gently as he repeats himself.

"i want." kiss "to make." kiss "you bread." kiss.

"we just ate?" she replies softly against his lips, and it's so, so tempting to pull her into the back seat of his car and fuck her until she cums on his cock. it's never an outright no with her, she always gives him room to convince her. he's sure it's attraction, not just a healthy fear for a man in his line of work, that's going to let him take her home tonight. that means something, surely. he's got a chance, a real chance, if only she'll just relax enough to let him show her how good things can be when you're john price's woman.

"takes a while to make good bread. i'm sure we'll find a way to work up an appetite between now and then." price murmurs against her lips, reaching a hand back to squeeze at her big, soft ass. the feeling of her gasping against his mouth is absolutely intoxicating.

"ok, sure." she breathes.

"need a yes, sweetheart." he reminds her.

"yes." she says immediately, and he presses a quick, sucking kiss to her bottom lips before he leads her back to his car. on the drive back to his building, he keeps one hand solidly on her wide thigh and promises himself that he'll find a way to completely remove her hesitation about him. one way or another, he'll find a way to silence that voice in her head that says he'll be her ruin.

it's fun how wide her eyes get as they pull up to john's building. it's a notoriously pricey address, he doubts she ever expected to see the inside of this place, let alone spend the night. when the valet opens her door for her, she slides out uneasily, clearly not used to this sort of treatment and a little unsure what to do. it's cute, really, and it just makes john want to spoil her rotten until being doted on becomes second nature to her. taking her by the arm, john leads his soft lamb inside, trying not to strut as he watches her take in the marble flooring and gilded elevators. she's silent the entire ride up to the top floor, and breathes out a 'whoa' when john finally unlocks and swings open the door to the penthouse.

he can't help but chuckle a little at how awestruck she looks, and remembers fondly how similarly he'd felt when he'd moved in years ago. he'd just secured himself a solid position within the organization, started his own 'family', and bought him mum a house. he'd finally made it, and treated himself to a top floor penthouse with the best view of the city that money could buy.

through floor to ceiling windows, they can see the sun setting behind the hills that border the city, the skies painted vivid orange and pink, melting into purples and dark blue as the night sky is pulled across the horizon like a blanket. john strides into the kitchen, letting his sweetheart stare out the window and take in the sight in front of her as he pulls together everything he needs to get his bread dough going. he tries to keep his noise to a minimum so as not to break her reverie. it's been ages since he'd properly enjoyed a nice sunset, and it tugs at something in his heart to see her so taken by it, her focus solely on it until the last bits of color are drained from the sky. she turns to see him mixing his dry ingredients under the warm kitchen lighting and cocks her head in disbelief.

"...are you really making bread?" she asks, her tone a little awestruck.

"whatever else you may think about me, please believe i'm very much a man of my word." john replies, not unkindly, as he flashes her a smile.

"no, sorry, i didn't mean i don't believe you, i just- you don't even have a recipe out. is it a mix or do you have it memorized?" she sounds even more pleased and astounded, like she's discovered a delightful little secret about him.

"it's memorized. been making this recipe since i was a boy, my mum taught me how. it's a braided bread with a fruit filling, so she'd have me make it for all the holidays. still asks me to make it for sunday brunch on occasion." john says, unable to keep the small smile off of his face as he lines up his ingredients on the counter. he has fond memories of baking bread with his mum, how pleased she was the first time he made it without looking at the recipe. so sue him, but he'll admit to being a little bit of a mama's boy. how could he not be, with mary price as his mum? she'd given him the best childhood possible, despite her husband passing when john was six. kept a stiff upper lip and carried on, but managed to maintain her softness and gentleness despite it all. john's not sure how she did it, really, but he's grateful to her for everything. god, he really hopes mum likes his lamb. he doesn't have any doubts that she will, of course, but the 'what if' has popped itself into his mind and won't leave until that particular question is definitively answered. john wonders to himself how long he should wait to broach the topic of meeting his mum so it doesn't seem like he's trying to rush things. three months is probably enough time, right?

"is there anything i can do to help?" his lamb asks, leaning against the counter, and if not for the flour on his hands, he'd hold her face and kiss her. he mentally amends his timeline and decides two months is long enough to wait to make introductions between the favorite women in his life.

"just keep me company and think about what kind of fruit you want me to put in the middle of this loaf." john says simply, trying not to think too hard about how cute she would look in an apron with flour on the end of her nose, lest he get distracted and fuck up the bread. focus, john. focus.

"well, what fruit do you have?" she asks, and, oh. she's so thoughtful, so practical. he's picking a date for sometime next month to set up a brunch with his sweetheart and his mother, he already knows the perfect place to put in the reservations. he'll call and make them in the morning.

"sweetheart, i will send out for whatever it is you desire. it's 2024, it's not hard to pay a man to bring fruit to the door." john says simply as he continues to work the butter into the dough. she just chuckles and shakes her head, as if he's said something funny or outrageous.

"...black cherries?" she asks, like she's unsure if it's too much of an ask. as if he'd deny her anything.

"alright, lamb. whatever you want." he says, pet name slipping out unintentionally.

"what did you just call me?" she asks, incredulous but amused, with a teasing smile on her face.

"sorry, slipped out." john says, continuing to knead the dough, hoping to god his ears aren't as red as he suspects they are. she leans against the counter, intentionally catching his eye.

"ba-a-a-a." she bleats, and it surprises a laugh out of john.

"cute. i'm calling you that forever, now." he says, and she laughs in mock-horror.

"oh no, oh i screwed up, i take it back!" she giggles, and, god, if his hands weren't such a mess it would be so tempting to hold the back of her head and reel her in for a kiss.

"too late. soon as my hands are clean i'm changing your name in my phone to 'lamb'." john laughs as he finishes working the dough, throwing it into a bowl and searching for seran wrap.

"i have you as the little brown label emoji." she blurts out, and john can't help but grin and cock his head questioningly. "you know. like, a price tag."

john just laughs. "ah, i like it, very clever. not even a heart emoji to go with it?"

he's blatantly fishing now, he knows he is, but it's worth it to see her giggle about it.

"yeah, ok, lemme fix it." she says as she pulls her phone out of her pocket, tapping away at the screen while he finishes up and washes his hands.

"alright, now we just let that sit for a bit, i'll beat the air out of it in an hour and a half, put it in the refrigerator overnight, and i'll bake it first thing in the morning so we can eat it with tea." john says, setting an alarm on his phone and arranging for cherries to be delivered. he almost doesn't notice his lamb approaching, cautiously sliding her arms around him as she reels herself in to be kissed. john's more than happy to oblige, thrilled that the little hiccup at ale & rudy's didn't scare her off for good.

he can feel her hands run up his back and explore the breadth of his shoulders, and he flexes a little just to show off as he sucks at her lip and digs his fingers into the plushness of her hips and ass. he mentally does the math and figures he can definitely wring an orgasm out of this soft, pretty thing before he needs to beat the air out of the dough, no problem. she goes easily as he walks her backwards through the penthouse towards the bed, letting him guide her, their kisses getting a little more frantic as both of them finally let go of apprehension and give in to the attraction that's kept them by each other's sides for the past day and a half, excitement thrumming under skin like electricity as she starts to unbutton her jeans and he slides his hands up the back of her shirt, reaching for her bra clasp.

the mood is killed instantly when the front door violently bursts open with a loud bang, armed police swarming in and screaming at them to get down on the ground.

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