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obxcunt · 3 years

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Love bites || (8)

pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader

warnings: SMUT, typos, cursing.

summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.

part seven || masterlist || part nine

You were now both in the living room, sitting on the couch next to each other, your legs resting on JJ’s laps. “I—“ He cleared his throat. “You’re okay?” He asked, again. “Do you need anything? Does it hurt? Maybe you—” You chuckled lightly, head falling against the couch.

“Look at me, JJ.” You said, your eyes searching for his deep blue ones. “I’m fine.” You murmured, again and again. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

He scoffed. “I— I can’t help it.”

Kiara and Marcus walked in the living room together and seemed a bit worried. JJ turned his head in their direction, frowning. He could tell something was wrong, Marcus remaining silent and looking away.

Marcus had long brown hair, dark eyes and a beard. He looked like a cowboy, lost in the wrong generation. You discretely looked at the older man, wondering how old he was.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” The witch asked.

“I— I’m fine, just tired and still a bit confused.” You touched your head, grimacing. “But my nose isn’t broken, that’s cool.”

“What’s wrong, Marcus?” JJ asked, nervous. “What happened outside? Did you catch him?” Marcus remained silent. “What’s going on?”

“We have a problem.” Marcus replied. “He’s way too fast and strong, we are clearly dealing with a newborn. He’s going to come back here.”

Kiara moved closer. “And, we don’t understand how he even managed to get inside the house.” She said. “Maybe another witch helped him or something. However, me and my dad are the only wizards living on the island.”

“Wait, what?” You asked. “He— He’s gonna come back?” JJ instantly turned to look at you, his hands reaching out for yours as they were resting on your thighs. “But— But we are not prepared for this, he could—”

“Unfortunately, this is a pretty common thing in our world.” Marcus interrupted. “This boy is different from us, he’s a hunter.” JJ clenched his jaw, looking back at him. “He’s dangerous and he’s not going to leave the island anytime soon, not until he gets what he wants.”

You sighed. “Me…” You murmured, tears emerging again. “Fuck—” You looked down, holding JJ’s hand.

The blond shook his head. “Hey, Y/N.” He leaned his head closer to yours as you looked up again. “I’ll never let this guy approach you ever again.” He promised. “Don’t worry, you’re—”

“This isn’t about me, JJ!” You said. “I— I don’t care about myself and the possibilities but—” You paused, licking your lips. “What about my parents, huh? What if, he comes back to my house, and kills them?” JJ sighed, looking straight at you. “What are we supposed to do?”

“I’m gonna stay with you, close to your house, drive you around whenever you need to move.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be your bodyguard.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We’ll find a solution, we can’t let this guy live any longer.”

“No, no, no.” You objected, eyes widening. “I don’t want you guys to get hurt.” Marcus scoffed. “It’s— It’s dangerous, what if you—”

“It’s not negotiable.” Marcus interrupted, crossing his arms. “We need to kill this guy, this week.” You sighed. “We can’t deal with him and Ward at the same time, it has to be done soon.”

Kiara and JJ nodded. “We’re gonna have to establish a plan.” She turned back to Marcus. “Let’s do this tomorrow, we should get some rest now.” She turned back to JJ. “Also, the spell won’t last forever.” She added. “You won’t be able to enter the house without her permission first as soon as you leave.”

“You should stay here for the night, JJ.” Marcus suggested. “Since her parents are coming back tomorrow, it’s not safe for her to stay here alone.” The blond vampire nodded. “We’ll see you tomorrow at the Chateau, we’ll have a reunion.” He looked at you. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“I— Yes.” You replied. “It was nice to meet you too, sir.” Marcus chuckled at the nickname before exiting the room with Kiara, the brunette waving at the two of you.

“Okay, let’s go upstairs.” You said once they were done.

You both took the stairs in silence, secretly enjoying each other’s company. JJ didn’t say anything, but he was really happy to be with you tonight. However, it wasn’t easy for him to control himself around you sometimes: his strong emotions tempting him constantly.

“Welcome to my bedroom.” You joked, closing the door behind him. “It’s a bit messy, i wasn’t expecting anyone.” You admitted, scratching the back of your head.

“Oh, really?” He teased, smirking as you smacked his arm. “It’s really pretty.” He said, looking at the lamps around the bedroom: giving a cozy atmosphere to the room. “Is that you?” He asked, pointing at some pictures on the wall, right above the desk.

“Yes with my mom.” You moved next to him. “We were at my grandparents' house, it’s a few hours away from the island.” You explained, the blond humming as he looked at the other pictures.

“I—” He narrowed his eyes, clearing his throat. “I don’t see your dad, anywhere.” He said, before looking at you. “You— You don’t like him very much, right?”

You sighed. “We— It’s complicated.” You walked away, sitting on the bed. “We used to be close, but not anymore.” JJ turned around to look at you, feeling bad for bringing up the subject. “It’s getting worse.”

“I— I’m really sorry.” He said, making you smile. “I should mind my own business.”

“Don’t be silly.” He sat down next to you, taking off his boots. “You wanna learn more about me.” He smirked, nodding. “We jump directly into the sensitive subjects.” You both laughed, getting comfortable against the headboard. “He— He cheated on my mom five months ago.”

“Oh.” JJ murmured. “Does she—”

“She knows about it, she forgave him.” You laughed nervously, looking away. “I can’t believe it, it’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Maybe— Maybe she wants to give him another chance to save your family.” You looked at him. “I’m not defending him, he’s an asshole but—” He paused schrugged his shoulders. “I’m not very good at this—” He laughed nervously. “Maybe, they both realized how important their marriage was. Maybe he’s faithful now, maybe he doesn’t want to lose everything.”

“I don’t know.” You said, sighing. “They’re always fighting, arguing over the most random things.” You smiled sadly, playing with your fingers. “I always end up in the middle.”

JJ wanted nothing more than to wipe away the sad expression on your face. “If— If you need to escape one day, or want some peace.” You looked back at him. “You can come to the Chateau, wherever you want.” You hummed, smirking. “I— You can hang out with us, especially me.”

You both laughed. “Oh, right.” He winked, making you laugh even more. You smacked his arm. “How could a sane person turn down such a nice offer.” You smiled, fleeing his gaze for a second.

“Exactly, Y/N.”

You both calmed down, looking at each other with intensity. Butterflies were emerging in your stomach at the sight: the beautiful vampire caressing your cheek with his thumb. You wanted him so bad, noticing his eyes full of desire moving down to your parted lips. You both couldn’t deny the attraction anymore.

JJ seemed fine on the outside, fighting an intense storm made by his emotions on the inside. His brain was telling him to leave, to run away from here. His heart was telling him to kiss you, to listen to his own desires for once. He wanted you so bad, no matter how risky and dangerous it was. You were this beautiful forbidden fruit to him and he was dying to finally taste it.

But, as soon as you moved closer: his nose brushing against yours, his whole body tensed up and he pulled away from you.

“Oh…” You murmured, heartbroken. “I— I’m really sorry. JJ.” You added, touching your trembling lips. “I— I thought you liked me.” You laughed nervously. “I’m ridiculous.”

“Wait, what?” He asked. “Shit— I do.” You looked back at him, frowning. “I like you, Y/N.” He breathed in and out. “I— I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so badly in my entire life before.”

You blushed at his words. “I don’t understand.” He wanted to tell you the truth. “What’s wrong, JJ?”

“Remember, back in high-school, when you punched Rachel Green in the face?” You nodded, still frowning. “You did it, because she was calling me a Dirty Pogue.” He swallowed hard. “I— I’ve been in love with you ever since.”

Your eyes widened. “Wha— What?” You were extremely confused, shaking your head. “This doesn’t make any sense, you were ignoring me in high-school and at parties. I thought you had a problem with me back then.”

“You’re a Kook.” You rolled your eyes. “I know, it’s ridiculous. But, you were hanging out with my enemies all the time and—” He sighed. “You had a boyfriend back then.” You grimaced at the memory. “I was admiring you, in secret. I was always looking at you, thinking about you. You were making me nervous. But, this was before, through my human life. Everything is different now.”

“I’m so confused.” You rubbed your face. “You don’t like me anymore, now?” He shook his head. “Because you’re one sexy vampire, you probably had sex with beautiful vampire women and i’m nothing more than a boring human girl.” He laughed nervously at your words. “That’s not funny.”

“I— I haven’t had sex in a while.” He admitted. “Vampires’s emotions are way deeper, which means that my desire for you became even more important and stronger.” Your lips parted, cheeks heating up. “It means that my need to feel you is consuming me even more than it was before.” You were breathing heavily, a violent heat igniting your whole body. “But, this is completely different from human relationships. If we start, who knows what could happen. I could break your bones, while fucking you too hard. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. “Holy shit—” You breathed with difficulty, one hand moving to his neck to pull him closer. “I— I don’t care, kiss me.” He chuckled, both hands moving to your waist.

“Don’t say that.” He said. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“You’re torturing me, JJ.” You said back, moving to his lap, sitting down right on his crotch. “Please—” He growled as you moved against him. “One kiss.”

“If you keep doing this—” He sighed, licking his lips. “We both know, it won’t be just a kiss.” You smirked, pressing your forehead against his. “JJ…” He loved hearing his name in your mouth and loved even more how eager you were to feel him. “You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“Shit.” He breathed.

In a second, you were getting slammed against the bed: back pressed against the mattress in a gasp. His body was hovering yours, standing right between your opened legs. His mouth moved against yours through a passionate kiss, your hands moving behind his neck to pull him closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning against him as you felt his hand caressing your bare thigh before firmly grabbing it.

He pulled away, his lips moving to your jawline and neck. He wasn’t out of breath, unlike you, he was unstoppable. You moaned against his ear, sensing him gently biting your skin. He pulled away, sensing the urge to bite you, his eyes turning darker and teeth coming out.

You opened your eyes. “What’s wrong, JJ?” He looked away, not wanting you to see him like this. “Hey, look at me.” He groaned, shaking his head to chase his dark thoughts away. “Hey, it’s okay.” He looked back at you, expecting another reaction as you caress his cheekbones and kiss him softly. “It’s okay…” You repeated quietly, his eyes softening at the sound of your voice. “I trust you.”

He kissed you again. “I— I wanna try something.” You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to make the next move, which he did: moving down and kissing your thighs. “Can— Can I?” He asked, ready to take off your pyjama shorts and underwear.

“Yes, please.” You said, whining as you felt the cold air against your skin. “Shit—” You moaned, head falling back against the pillow as JJ’s hands firmly grabbed your thighs, the feeling of his cold rings against your burning skin making you shiver. “Please, do something.”

He couldn’t believe it, this wasn’t another wet-dream, it was real. He made sure you couldn’t move, holding you tightly against the mattress, his head placed directly in front of your heat. He kissed your bikini-line slowly, wanting to tease you, the anticipation building in your body and driving you crazy.

He moved down. “Better be loud, baby.” You moaned at his words. “I want the whole island to hear you.” You hummed, biting your lower-lip.

“Fuck—” He moved his tongue between your folds, licking all the way up to your clit: sucking on it and looking straight at you in the eyes. “JJ—“ You cried, gripping on the sheets.

He continued devouring his favorite meal with pleasure, trying his best to remain calm as he bruised your thighs with his rough fingers: which made you moan even louder. His tongue wandered through your heat, while your fingers were playing with his soft hair: your whole body shaking at the sensation. He used his thumb against your clit, his tongue focusing on the entrance as he listened carefully to your moans.

“I’m— I’m gonna cum, JJ.” You murmured, looking down at the beautiful vampire between your legs. “Fuck!“ You moaned, his thumb moving fast against your clit, making you shake in euphoria as you tried to close your legs on him. “J— JJ!” He smirked against your wetness, savoring the way you taste. “Oh my god… You’re amazing.”

At midnight you were cuddling him, falling asleep in his strong arms, your arm around his waist and your head resting on his bare chest: using the sound of his heartbeat as a lullaby. He played with your hair and kissed your head until you were peacefully snoring, looking at you with adoration the whole night.

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twsted-princess · 4 years

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Helltaker Girls Headcanons!!!

Tagging @dokiquents @angelprep and @lovely-selfships!

Pandemonica

* If you ever give her decaffeinated coffee and you’re not her s/o you might get stabbed. If you are her s/o then you’ll get off lighter but she will glare at you.

* She loves coffee flavored ice-cream and dark chocolate covered coffee beans and eats them a lot, she likes the crunch.

* When she’s in her sadistic mode she’s extremely flirty and loves making you squirm. You’re her arm candy and you’re gonna deal with it.

* Dates when she’s tired consisting watching shitty reality shows while eating takeout and occasionally ignoring the tv to make out. When she’s sadistic she’ll take you out to fancy high end places just to show you off and make you blush.

* Sometimes she’ll make a cup of coffee for you and then expect a kiss for doing “hard work”.

Modeus

* All of her clothes are comfy and soft looking but underneath she’s absolutely wearing leather and lingerie. Her fashion sense is lovecore with a dash of e-girl.

* She likes doing makeup for the other girls and styling their hair, sleepovers with their s/o’s are a common date.

* While she’s not used to romance at first but once she does she's the most affectionate out of the demons. She always wants a hug or a kiss or both and she loves being close to you.

* Has thot energy but surprisingly is faithful to you and the other demons, she might try to bring more people/demons/angels into the harem but only if it’s ok with her partner.

* Loves desserts with plenty of whipped cream and chocolate covered strawberries, she let you feed her and she’ll pamper you back tenfold.

Cerberus

* Will eat pretty much anything and everything but they love raw meat. Chicken, pork, eagle, pufferfish (with the poison as “seasoning”), humans.

* Doesn’t know how humans kiss so they’ll just lick you and think that’s a kiss.

* They blep. That’s it, that’s the headcanon.

* The best cuddlers by far, if you wanna take a good nap they’re your girls.

* If you’re their s/o expect to get pounced on every day and pulled around to various places for dates. They love how exciting the human realm is so they wanna see everything even if they always get into trouble.

Malina

* The best at keeping her alcohol and will drink everyone under the table, loves vodka with all her heart but she’ll drink any liqueurs as long as it’s hard.

* While she does like turn based strategy games she’ll play any of game.....though don’t give her Dark Souls or you’ll end up with a broken tv.

* Zdrada and her may butt heads 99% of the time but on the occasion they do care about each other. They love getting drunk together and watch The Room as a way of bonding.

* She’s pretty tsundere when it comes to affection, she’ll tell you not to touch her but then will put her head on your shoulder while she’s fighting a boss. If you point it out she’ll call you a “fucking moron”.

* Has a twitch channel and scam saps out of money while arguing with people in chat, sometimes she’ll let her s/o join her just to watch the shitshow.

Zdrada

* Loves alcohol just like Malina but she prefers shooters over straight up booze, her favorite is either a Fireball Cocktail with extra whiskey or a CS Cowboy.

* The type to wake up at 3am and go on a munchie raid. You wake up to see her eating hot pockets and drinking milk out of the jug. She’ll let you join her and might even hand feed you.

* She’s the older sister and she loves holding it over Malina’s head, even though she’ll get kicked in the kneecaps.

* Dates consist of getting into illegal shenanigans, get drunk and then fighting the entire bar, and watching the city lights from top of a skyscraper with some snacks just to talk about whatever.

* When she’s with you she can let herself go and talk about anything, knowing you won’t judge her. She can be herself and you’ll still be there. Honestly you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to her and she’ll love you endlessly.

Azazel

* Wrote angel/demon fanfics back in the day and she keeps it in a dairy under lock and key. She might show you but only if you swear to not laugh.

* She has the weirdest food combos like angel food cake with hot sauce and the demons respect her but they’re slightly scared.

* Bi but doesn’t know it yet. She just thinks that the demons are pretty without noticing it.

* Makes the cutest pet names for her s/o and will say them constantly. She’ll call you every single cute name and make you blush like crazy.

* Really wants to bring you to Heaven and show you to the other angels, she think you’ll make a good impression and just wants to show you off.

Justice

* Definitely gets a motorcycle when she’s in the human realm and treats it with the upmost care. She’ll take you out on late night joyrides and just enjoy yourselves.

* Her and Lucifer used to be in a relationship and even after they broke up (they had other things and it wasn’t messy at all) they still get along well.

* She loves human food and will take you out for dates. Her favorites are barbecue, hamburgers and ice cream, oh and is you get sauce on your cheek she’ll causally swipe it off with her thumb and lick it cause she’s that smooth.

* While she is the smoothest out of the ladies she loves being cheesy too and will use to dumbest pick up lines just to make you laugh. She think you have the cutest smile in the whole universe.

* She's the most open to affection and loves being able to hold you close. She'll also be affectionate with the other demons just to make them flustered.

Lucifer

* Not the biggest fan of waffles but will eat them, she likes crepes too and practically lights up when she tried one for the first time.

* Owns a hydra for a pet and named it Satan. It’s spoiled rotten and will bite everyone including you unless you’re Luci’s s/o.

* She’s a lightweight when it comes to alcohol cause she only drink wine and the occasionally martinis. Wants to drink harder stuff but after one cup she’s out like a lightbulb.

* If you’re her s/o then you’re gonna be on her lap most of the time until the other demons want a turn. She loves keep you close and might kiss you occasionally.

* Might be a classic boss bitch but sometimes you’ll find her eating Nutella out of the container and playing video games with Malina. You get to see her soften up considerably and it’s honestly sweet.

Judgement

* She’s the most shy when it comes to affection, you could literally hold her hand and her face will turn to the brightest shade of red in existence.

* While her “judge” voice is booming and kind of deep her actual voice is light and soft, she’ll start using her real voice once she’s comfortable with her s/o.

* Has no indoor voice and while she’s trying to tame herself she can’t help it, she must yell.

* Dates with her are surprisingly chill, she likes going on late night walks and listening to music in your room while you talk. She likes being at peace and you make her feel more comfortable then she’s ever felt before.

* Extremely protective of you and would do anything to keep you safe. She might teach you how to defend yourself but really she wants to be your protector and wants to make sure you’re ok.

Beezebub

* Acts snooty and all-mighty but can be quite sweet to her s/o. She can also be a bit flirty but if you use a pick up line she’ll melt.

* Will actually write self insert fanfics when she’s bored (and she thinks no one’s watching). She has an entire bookshelf filled with self insert stories cause they’re her favorites.

* She spoils her s/o with jewelry and trinkets inspired by flies or your favorite bug. She’ll get you whatever you want with a snap of a finger.

* Goes by She/They pronouns and will not hesitate to drag some poor soul who tries being an asshole over gender. Has no toleration for misgendering people at all.

* Absolutely adores spending time with you, loves being close to you and loves being with you. You make her so happy and she loves you with all of her undead heart.

#my work #helltaker

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captainkappa · 3 years

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Fanfic:: Sunday Run

Like many people, I fell hard and fast for Din/Luke and ended up writing this fic surprisingly fast for my standards.

Luke goes for his Sunday run. He’s just not expecting to be passed by such a large group of people

Modern AU, Meet Cute

Link to AO3

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As sunlight streamed in from the edges of the window shade, Luke had to remind himself that even if it hardwired his body to wake up at 6 a.m. on a weekend, teaching was a fulfilling career.

He stared at his phone’s clock as if it’d personally offended him before dropping it on the floor and turned back over to hopefully catch some more sleep.

When he next opened his eyes, he was aware of the scratching at his door. He groped around on the floor, annoyed that his half-asleep self hadn’t thought to use the perfectly good nightstand that was right there. His fingers found purchase and squinted against the bright flash of the screen.

7:19 a.m.

Good enough.

Luke pulled himself out of bed, scrubbing a hand over his face before going about his morning routine on autopilot. He opened the door to start making breakfast and was unsurprised to find a put-out Artoo sitting just outside his door, tail flicking as angrily as a cat could.

“What?”

Artoo continued to stare at him. Luke walked over to the cat’s food dish, finding it a quarter of the way full, with a small spot in the center with no food.

“Oh, come on, that’s not empty. You were not about to starve last night.”

The cat did not look convinced but happily munched when Luke refreshed it with new food and water.

He started breakfast, only pausing to answer a text, to reassure Leia that he’d be over at her place for dinner. He leaned against the counter as he ate, glancing over to Artoo who looked very keen on stealing some.

“It’s not eggs today, buddy. I got too much shell in it last time.”

He’d wanted to try cracking an egg one handed, not wanting to get his prosthetic dirty. It hadn’t gone well.

Artoo didn’t look impressed then, and he didn’t look impressed now, letting out a meow.

Luke rested his elbows down. “Do you think I should actually go on a run today, buddy?”

Sunday runs were a fickle part of his schedule. If he was at his best, he’d do five miles every Sunday morning before enjoying the rest of his day off, but sometimes the looming threat of the work week or the effects of last week made him skip. The past couple of weeks, though, he’d been on a streak, but he was just getting tired of looking at the same buildings in his neighborhood.

Artoo said nothing, shifting in his spot to lick his leg.

He sighed, “You’re right, I should.”

He left the plate in the sink to clean up later and finished getting ready for his run. He slipped a sock on his elbow and attached one of his cosmetic prosthetic arms, not needing to be interrupted by someone wanting to know his life story just to tell him he’s “so brave.”

(If the person was an asshole about feeling entitled to his life, Luke made up an increasingly incredulous story involving sharks or killer bees or both in the case of one annoying woman in a checkout lane. If they were nice, they got the condensed version, car accident. Very few people knew of the argument beforehand he’d had with his father, how he’d gotten in the car furious, how that blinded him to the drunk driver swerving into his lane.)

Slipping on his shoes and gave Artoo a passing scritch on the head. The cold, early spring air was a shock, but he resisted the urge to go back to swap out his shorts for sweatpants. He’d warm up as he ran. When he got into his car, the check engine light flashed as it had for the past two weeks and like he’d done for the past two weeks, he ignored it, muttering about how he’d get it checked when he had the funds. Teaching was emotionally fulfilling; it just wasn’t monetarily fulfilling.

The car rumbled to life and he turned out of his neighborhood. As he’d gotten dressed for the day, he’d landed on a park he’d gone to a couple of times before, hoping a change of scenery would help in keeping the motivation to run.

For a Sunday morning, it was pretty quiet. The park had only opened a half hour before and there were maybe five other cars in the lot. Once there, he stretched in the parking lot and picked a trail in the wooded area. He hoped he’d be avoiding most of the runners picking pathed paths rather than the more natural ones.

Luke went for his phone and sighed, realizing he’d forgotten his earbuds. He shrugged to himself before jogging his way over the path. Hopefully nature would give him something to look at. Maybe he’d even practice some of that mindfulness Uncle Ben kept talking about.

Asphalt gave way to packed earth as he arrived at the start of the path. He gave himself one last quick stretch before starting to run in earnest. Trees surrounded him on all sides, growing thicker as the path leaned to the right. The trees were still bare from winter, allowing more sunlight through the branches. The path was firm packed earth, with some tree roots poking out of the ground.

To his right, the forest gave way to a lake and then a river, the earth slowly sloping downward until he was running beside a sharp decline, nothing so dangerous as to need a fence, but noticeable that Luke made sure to be aware of where his feet landed. If he couldn’t afford a major car repair, he certainly couldn’t afford to trip and fall down that hill.

Luke took in a purposeful breath, pushing away thoughts of money. Maybe mindfulness could be the goal of today. He thought back to how Uncle Ben had described it. Start from the bottom. Focus on your feet, keeping light steps as-

“On your left!”

He glanced over at the woman passing him and gave her a polite nod, which she returned. Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail, bouncing as she jogged past.

That was okay, other runners were a normal part of going to parks. He’d just have to recenter himself, start again. Focus on the feeling of running shoes on ground-

“Make way!”

He looked over to see a bald man passing him, gaining speed as he yelled something to the woman ahead. Luke couldn’t make out the specifics, but he could hear her laugh.

Okay, not everyone can be a considerate runner, but that wouldn’t damper his spirit.

He found his rhythm again, focusing on the trees around him, the purpose in each step he took, how running made him feel. It almost a decent replacement for music.

“Incoming!”

Almost.

Luke nearly stumbled at that loud introduction as a short woman with wild curly hair grinned at him and passed him.

He didn’t have time to process that when he heard a man with a soft Southern accent say from behind him, “Pardon me.”

Luke looked up and damn near blushed when the man gave him a wink as he passed. Any ability to practice mindfulness went out the window as he watched the man jog ahead in front of him. But who could blame him for having his thoughts wander, who jogged in a cowboy hat?

He took a deep breath. It was fine. So what if he was used to peaceful runs with little interruption? So what if his thoughts were turning to annoyance as this trail was more crowded and loud than he was used to? Luke could handle that.

Luke was just getting in the mind when there was a cough and he turned to see two women power walking behind him. They paused their conversation to give him a look that forced him to step off the path to let them by, some dirt and rocks coming loose and falling the short ways down the hill. He gave a polite hello that neither of them returned.

He busied himself with stretching, ready to get back to running when-

“On your left.”

An annoyed comment was on the tip of his tongue, but the steely gaze of the woman in all black made him clam up.

He checked his phone briefly, the app he used informing him he was nearly halfway to his target. A satisfied thrum filled his body and he got back on the trail, focusing on getting the burn back in his legs, how he knew it’d feel good later to know he’d gotten out early and was able to jog amongst nature.

There, it wasn’t that hard to get back in the jogging mood.

“Passing.”

Luke didn’t even have time to register why that voice sounded familiar as the man accidentally clipped his shoulder. He stumbled, his shoe catching a root sticking out of the ground and pitching himself sideways off the side of the hill. His life flashed before his eyes as he blindly reached out for a branch, a twig, anything to keep him from tumbling down. For a moment he was surprised when his hand grabbed onto something soft before he was quickly righted, a hand on his shoulder and prosthetic.

Heart pounding in his ears, he could only barely make out the man in front of him – who saved him – asking if he was okay. He just nodded, only aware he was being led to sit until there was firm ground underneath him.

As his pulse calmed, he looked at the man who was now kneeling in front of him and, wow, way he handsome. Dark brown curls slightly matted by sweat, light brown skin showing beneath a gray shirt, sunglasses perched on his nose, but most noticeable was the baby carrier on his chest. The child, who couldn’t be more than 18 months old, was looking at Luke with wide eyes, arms outstretched.

“Are you alright?” the man asked again, voice low with concern.

Luke swallowed before finding his voice, “Yeah, just got tripped up by that one guy.”

The other man nodded and stood up. He offered a hand to Luke and Luke, still buzzing with adrenaline, falling on habits he thought he’d forgotten since the accident, offered his right hand, not realizing his mistake until the man pulled with more force than expected and pulled off Luke’s prosthetic with a soft ‘pop.’

The sunglasses hide the man’s face, but Luke can see the man’s growing confusion and embarrassment. Not wanting to put the poor guy through that, Luke surged up to his feet, gently taking the arm from the man and gave him a slight smile.

Luke knew he should something along the lines of “it’s fine, don’t worry about it!’ but that’s not what comes out.

Instead, Luke looked to the man (and when had he gotten this close to realize there’s a slight stubble on his chin) and said, “Guess you don’t know your own strength, huh?”

Before the man can react, Luke turned and continued running in the direction he was going, passing the group of people who had passed him minutes before. A couple of them nod, some shout out to him “Where’re you going in a hurry?” and “What happened to your arm?”

(The bald guy said the last one. It just pushes him harder.)

Thankfully, a branch in the path opened up and even though he hadn’t run a full five miles, he banked to the left, closer toward the parking lot. He didn’t stop until his car came into view, trying to catch his breath as the adrenaline passes through him. He reattached his hand, flexing the other one that had cramped up from holding it so tightly.

“Don’t know your own strength.” Who the hell are you, Skywalker? Han wouldn’t even pull a line like that… okay maybe he would.

He shook his head, trying to put the man out of his mind. He halfheartedly stretched in front of his car, a bone-weariness setting in after everything that just makes him want to already be home in front of the TV.

Opening the car door, he fell into his seat. He pressed the keys into the ignition and turned the car on. It rumbled more than it usually did before making a noise like defeat and falling still.

“No, no, no!” he mumbled, trying the key again. Nothing.

The check engine light blinked as if to say. “I told you so.”

With a groan, his head fell onto the steering wheel, startling him as he accidentally hit the horn. He readjusted so he could wallow without informing everyone in a 500-yard radius how fucked he was. He didn’t know how long he sat like that, the logistics of repair crews and carpooling to work making his mind run overtime.

There was a crick forming in his neck and back when a familiar, high pitched voice called out.

“You good – oh it’s you!”

Luke looked up and saw the short woman with the wild curly hair standing close by.

He cleared his throat, not wanting to add ‘crying in front of strangers’ on his list of things he did today.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“You havin’ engine trouble?”

“Yeah, I-” and before he could say more, the lady had moved to the front of his car, popped open the hood, and was waist deep in his car.

“Not bad condition,” she said, “considering it’s an X-Wing. Don’t see too many of these older models out here.” She leaned around the hood, “I’ll need to get underneath to see how bad it really is.”

“Do you… work at a repair shop?”

She waved a hand. “Kid, I own a repair shop!” And before he could dispute being called a “kid” at the age of 28, there was a slightly sweaty business card for Motto’s Motors in his hand. It was close by his neighborhood, closer to the one he normally went to.

He was about to ask about prices, when the woman with her hair in a ponytail walked over.

“Everything okay here, Peli?”

The woman elbows deep in his car, Peli apparently, started explaining the car situation and then Cara turned to him with a glint of recognition.

“Hey there!”

Luke nodded a hello, and somehow, that led to the rest of their group (they were all a group, who jogged with this many people?) surrounding the car and introducing themselves to Luke, first Cara, then Mayfeld, Cobb, Bo-Katan, Koska, Fennec, Boba, Din and Grogu in the carrier. He’s surprised when, instead of going back to their own cars, they stay and talk around his, dragging him into conversations and asking his opinion on matters that seem like they have history. Luke glanced about, trying to follow everything, when his eyes catch on Din hanging off awkwardly to the side.

Finally, Peli shut the hood with a thunk and wiped her hands on her sweatpants. “I’ll give the boys a call, they can get a tow truck out here. I’m sure one of us can give you a drive down.”

Any arguments against accepting die on his tongue as she gives him a look that could melt icecaps. And there are no protests from her friends as they all start talking over each other once again, this time about car organization. Before he can comprehend, he’s handed his keys over to Peli, a loud call has been sent to Peli’s “boys,” and he and Din have been left in the parking lot. Standing together, Luke can better tell that he’s only a few inches shorter than the other man, but that doesn’t help him feel any less intimidated in the silence. Still wearing the sunglasses, Din doesn’t look all too happy, but it’s hard to tell.

“You know the um, arm thing? It’s fine, it’s just cosmetic, you didn’t rip any wires out or anything. I don’t even know how those fancy robotic prosthetics work anyhow, they were always out of my budget…” Too late, Luke realized he was rambling.

“So, it’s fine,” he finished lamely. Din nodded, but the air between them hasn’t seem to have cleared.

“You really don’t have to do this,” Luke said. “I can just grab an Uber.”

“No, it’s fine,” Din said, pulling out his keys.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just… not a fan of being volunteered for stuff.”

He couldn’t tell if that made him feel better or not. Of course Din wasn’t a fan of being Luke’s chauffer for the morning, he had a kid. Luke slipped in the front passenger seat as Din spent his time buckling up the kid in the backseat, whispering to him. He couldn’t help but sneak a peak at the two through the rearview mirror, heart melting a little at the sight of how Din seemed to relax around the kid.

Having heard far weirder names among his kindergarten classes, Luke just nodded. Soon, Din was in the front seat, turning the car on.

“You ready?”

Luke nodded again and Din put the car in reverse, resting his hand on the back of Luke’s seat to back out of the parking spot. The car filled with an awkward silence as they exited the park, but Luke hadn’t expected much else, content to stare out the window and watch the familiar landscape pass them.

They had barely made it onto the highway where Peli’s shop was when Luke could hear Grogu fussing in the back. Without taking his eyes off the road, Din placed a free hand on top of the baby seat.

“It’ll be okay, don’t worry,” he said quietly, but Grogu continued to fuss.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he- he just doesn’t like being alone back there. I had picked up some of my friends, so he was fine in the way in, but they managed to pack themselves into two cars so-”

He was cut off by a cry from Grogu that filled up the car. Din leaned further to the side, tapping his hand on the seat. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m still here.”

That calms the cry, but Luke can still sense that Grogu wasn’t fully pleased.

Luke barely had to think about it when he spoke up. “Pull over.”

Din briefly broke eye contact with the road to glance at Luke. “What?”

“Pull over, I’ll sit in the back.”

“It’s fine, he’ll be-”

“Din.”

Din glanced over to him again.

“I’m the reason your friends aren’t able to in the car with him. I’ll be fine sitting in the backseat.”

He looked like he was going to say something, but instead he pulled his arm back, flipping on the turn signal to merge with the right shoulder. Another cry bubbled up from Grogu as they came to a stop, and Luke barely waited for the car to go into park before he’s out of his seat and in the backseat. It’s sort of a tight squeeze with the baby seat in the middle, but Luke doesn’t say anything.

Grogu looked up at him as he sat down. There were still some tears down his face and Luke carefully wiped them away.

“Hey buddy,” he said with a smile. “It’s alright.”

The kid babbled happily and reached out for him. Luke chuckled and held out a finger for Grogu to grab. The kid has a firm grasp, strong enough Luke knows he’s not getting his finger back anytime soon.

He lifted his head to tell Din they were ready to start moving again, but he paused, taken aback by the look Din is giving him. The sunglasses were still on, but he can tell something had shifted. Din is looking right through him, almost like when he was kneeled in front of him on the trail.

Luke swallowed down his shock. “We’re ready.”

Din just nodded and turned back in his seat, merging back into the early afternoon traffic. Now the car was filled with Grogu’s happy baby talk and Luke felt comfortable making small talk. He offered that he was a kindergarten teacher, which he could tell made Din relax even more. All he got from Din was he worked security, but Luke had never been one to mind talking, and it felt like no time has passed until they were turning into a garage with “Motto’s Motors” spray painted above.

Peli was already there, under his car, surrounded by the people Luke can only assume are “her boys.” Before he was fully out of the car, still extracting his finger from Grogu’s vice like grip, Peli was chewing him out for not taking the car in earlier. Thankfully, it was expected to be a small fix and she should be able to get it back to him tomorrow. They talked price as Din wrestled Grogu out of the baby seat. The cost was more than he wanted to hear, but not as bad it could have been, so he took solace that he won’t have to sacrifice too much of his wallet.

Luke was about to turn back to ask Din if he could trouble him for a ride home, when Peli called out, “Mando, tell everyone they can start brunch without me!”

Din nodded as Luke’s stomach sank.

“Am I forcing you to miss out on something?” he asked, looking from Peli to Din.

Din looked like he was going to say something before getting cut off by her, “Don’t worry about it! We do this every Sunday; we can afford to be a little late!”

“You do this every week? That’s nice,” he said with a smile to Din.

“Yeah,” Peli added, like she’d suddenly gotten an idea. “You know what, we probably have room in the carpool for one more, if you want to join?”

“What, me? I couldn’t-”

“It’d be okay,” Din said. “My friends all seem to like you… as does Grogu.”

Grogu cooed in his arms. Luke looked up to Din, holding eye contact for a minute before breaking into a smile.

“Alright then, I’ll come next week.”

#dinluke #skydalorian #my fanfic #kappa writes #god the more i think about this fic the more ridiculous i realize it is #but im still posting it!#bc i have no self control which is evident from the nearly 4k words of this i wrote #the mandalorian #star wars #sw

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wdym your cowboys lick each others assholes sticker 😭😭 where can i find it

Lmao its on the back of my ipad @assclaptherapy made it for me so i guess the only way to get one is to print one for yourself unfortunately

#ask box #do also please note the jitty milk #v important

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bellakitse · 4 years

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Hey! Idk if you’re taking prompts but if you’re up to it I have a request :) TK and Carlos have a bad fight one morning and they go to work mad at each other and throughout the day they realize it was a stupid fight but they’re both trying to give the other some space. Carlos gets caught up working till late at night and when he gets home TK is asleep on the couch waiting. they make up and it’s very soft and it involves lots of fluff. I just realized this is really specific lol sorry

Stumbling a Step

A fight with Carlos leaves TK in a foul mood. Judd sets him straight.

30 days of Tarlos - Day 12

The drive to work is quiet, out of the corner of his eye he sees Carlos grip the steering wheel a little harder as the car comes to a stop in front of the firehouse.

“I have a long shift today,” he says, his tone stiff. “I won’t be home until after midnight.”

TK looks over at his boyfriend; it’s the first thing Carlos has said since their shout out the night before.

They’d gone to bed in absolute silence; for the first time since they got together, they didn’t sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Instead, they had slept with their backs facing the other. It has to be the worst sleep TK has had in the year since dating Carlos.

“I think I’m going to go to my dad’s tonight,” he tells him, watching as Carlos’ jaw clenches in return.

“If that’s what you want,” is all Carlos says, not meeting his eyes as he stares forward at his windshield.

TK opens his mouth only to close it again. He doesn’t know what he wants to say, the silence between them makes him feel antsy and awkward. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, he reaches for the door of the car, they’re not getting anywhere like this, and he has a shift to start.

“I’ll see you later,” he mumbles as he steps out of the car. He’s about to shut the door when Carlos’ soft ‘be safe’ reaches his ears, making his stomach twist. He watches Carlos pull away with a frown on his face and a dull ache under his ribcage.

Letting out another sigh, he looks up at the firehouse, feeling his mood sour by the second.

Today is going to be an absolute shit day.

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Unfortunately, his prediction proves to be 100% correct; his day has gone to hell in a handbasket.

With every call they get, his temper gets more and more stretched thin. Everyone on the team keeps giving him looks as his mood settles over the rest of them like a dark cloud.

They come back from their fourth call of the day, a small house fire they easily control. It shouldn’t have been a problem except for the way he keeps barking at everyone. Mateo takes the worst of it when the poor kid asks him if he’s okay. He snaps at him that he should mind his own business, startling the other guy back. Since then, no one utters a word on the ride back to the firehouse.

He jumps out of the truck before it’s completely come to a stop, his father sends him a look, but he ignores it as he heads up the stairs. If he wants to reprimand him, he’s going to have to do it as his Captain and not his father. For now, all he wants is to be alone before he says something else to one of his friends he can’t take back.

He hides in the dorm room alone; his mood is so foul even Buttercup takes one look at him and turns tail. Checking his phone, he tries to ignore the way his heart aches at the lack of texts from Carlos. It’s been seven hours since Carlos dropped him off and not a single message, it’s something he’s not used to.

He braces himself when he hears footsteps getting closer until they’re inside the dorms with him. He hears a throat clear and knows instantly who’s decided to brave his temper.

“Look, I don’t know what crawled up your ass and died today,” Judd starts, standing next to his bed, his expression is as no-nonsense as his words as he stares him down. “But your mood is putting everyone on edge. You almost made Mateo cry when you yelled at him, which pissed Marjan off. Paul is trying to cheer up Mateo and calm down Marjan with food.”

TK looks up at him silently, feeling more miserable than before, guilt mixing with the frustration he’s been feeling all day. He doesn’t know what his expression is telling Judd, but he hears the older man let out a sigh.

He watches as Judd rolls his shoulders once awkwardly before sitting down on the bed next to him.

“The captain isn’t too happy with you right now either,” Judd continues, his expression softening from annoyance to worry. “But I told him I would talk to you instead, might make it easier. So, you want to tell me what’s going on?”

TK debates staying quiet for a moment, to let all the negative feelings inside fester until they make his stomach ache.

“Come on, brother,” Judd urges him softly. “Talk to me; this isn’t like you.”

TK feels his eyes sting at the concern he hears in Judd’s voice, even though he’s been a horror all day.

“Carlos and I got into a fight last night,” he starts, licking at his dry lips, saying the words out loud makes his heart twist. Judd gives him a surprised look that makes TK chuckle humorlessly. His friend’s surprise is understandable; he and Carlos never fight. Everyone that knows them likes to make fun of how sweet they are on each other.

“What was the fight about?” Judd asks curiously, as TK tenses.

“He –,” TK starts only to stop, he exhales, shaking his head. Taking another breath, he starts to talk. He tells Judd about the romantic dinner Carlos had ready when he arrived at his place, everything wonderful as always until he asked him one simple question.

Judd looks at him long and hard, the disbelieving look on his face putting him on the defensive.

“What?” he asks sharply.

Judd raises an eyebrow at him. “I’m just trying to understand how Carlos asking you to move in with him started a fight.”

“Look, he just – “ he stumbles.

“I mean you’re already living with him,” Judd talks over him. “This is just making it official.”

TK feels his heart jump at Judd’s words; he tries to ignore how close they are to what he’s been thinking all day. “I’m not already living with him,” he argues, annoyed when Judd rolls his eyes in response.

“When was the last time you didn’t sleep at his place if you weren’t here?” Judd questions, not waiting for an answer before he’s asking another. “Or the last time you even when to your dad’s place that wasn’t just to check up on him and pick up some clothes before heading back to Carlos’?”

TK opens his mouth to argue some more, even though he knows there is nothing he can say, he knows Judd is right. Instead, he bites down hard on his lip.

Judd, in turn, looks at him with concern. “What’s going on, TK, for real?”

“I freaked out,” he says quietly, knowing it’s true now as it was true last night. Carlos had asked him to move in, the next logical step in their relationship, and it had filled TK with absolute fear. He tries to explain, to make Judd understand.

“I have been in love before,” he starts, swallowing hard as he remembers Alex and their failed relationship. “I thought we were going to be together forever, so I took the next step in our relationship in it blew up in my face,” he tells his friend, feeling the old ache. “It almost cost me my life when it ended. I love Carlos so much more than I ever loved Alex. What if I take this step, and then he leaves me too, I don’t know how I would survive that.”

Judd looks at him for a moment, and then without saying anything, pulls him towards his chest into a strong hug.

TK goes willingly, the stress of the last 24-hours coming to a breaking point as he clings to his friend.

“Shit, kid,” Judd swears softly into his hair. “It’s going to be different this time.”

“How do you know that?” he asks desperately.

Judd pulls back from the hug, making sure he looks at him. “Well, for one, Carlos is as in love with you as you are with him. I don’t know that cheating asshole ex of yours, but I know he didn’t love you like Carlos, which makes him an idiot on top of being an asshole.”

TK chuckles softly at the gruff man’s strong words.

“And two, on the off chance that I’m wrong and it doesn’t work out between you and Carlos, which I’ll eat my cowboy hat if that ever happens. You have us, your dad, and your team. You would survive because we would make sure you do,” Judd says firmly, his eyes a little wet as he looks at him. “The day we became brothers, you became my responsibility, I would make sure you survive it, okay?”

TK’s eyes burn from unshed tears as he gives Judd a wobbly nod. The weight he’s been carrying over his heart slightly lifting.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” he questions, already knowing the answer.

Judd shrugs it off. “Carlos will forgive you, he’s crazy about you, and the team will forgive you too, you’re our loveable brat.”

“Thanks, Judd,” he says dryly, rolling his eyes even as he smiles his first smile of the day.

Judd gives one back to him, crooked and amused. “What are brothers for, man.”

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TK apologizes to his team for his behavior before he leaves for the day, like Judd predicted they forgive and tease him until he knows everything is okay between them. He leaves the firehouse feeling lighter but knows there is still one person he needs to make things right with.

Getting to Carlos’ apartment a quarter after ten, he lets himself in with his keys, shaking his head at himself. Judd was right about yet another thing, he and Carlos have been living together for months now, it just hasn’t been official.

He showers and changes into a pair of ratty sweats and one of Carlos’ oldest APD shirts, before going back to the couch. With the TV on, he lays back and waits, as his eyes grow heavy his last thought before he falls asleep is Carlos.

He wakes up to a hand cupping his cheek gently, opening his eyes, he finds warm brown eyes looking back at him softly.

“Hi, baby,” Carlos whispers to him with affection, and TK can’t help the choked sob that escapes his throat.

He wraps his arms around Carlos, tucking his face into the crook of his neck. Vaguely he feels himself be picked up and moved until he finds himself sitting on Carlos’ lap as he holds him to his chest, running his hand up and down his back as he waits for him to calm down.

A few minutes pass before he’s able to lift his head and look at Carlos. The love and worry in his eyes make TK feel both relieved and awful, especially when he takes in the dark circles under Carlos’ eyes, proof that he didn’t get much sleep either.

“I’m sorry,” he starts. It makes Carlos shake his head.

“No, I’m sorry,” he says back. “I shouldn’t have rushed you.”

TK huffs, rolling his eyes at the comment. “You didn’t, you and I both know you didn’t. We already live together, Carlos, you just wanted to make it official. It scared me, and I picked a fight, I was awful last night, and you didn’t deserve that,” he whispers, looking away in shame.

He feels Carlos’ fingers under his chin, lifting his head gently until he’s looking into his eyes again.

“What scared you, Ty?” Carlos asks him calmly.

TK takes a breath to steady his racing heart. He tells Carlos everything he told Judd. Every fear inside him pouring out until there is nothing left. When he’s done, he finds Carlos giving him a lovingly tender look.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, pressing him back against his chest, holding him close. He feels Carlos’ lips against his temple. “You don’t ever have to worry about me leaving you.”

“You can’t promise that,” he whispers, hating how small his voice sounds.

Carlos moves back to look at him. “You’re right. I can’t promise you that,” he says seriously. “I have a dangerous job. I might not come home one day.”

TK closes his eyes for a moment at the words, his heart squeezing painfully tight.

“But willingly, Tyler?” Carlos continues, making sure his eyes are on him. “I can promise that with certainty. I will never leave you willingly.”

“Carlos – “ TK barely gets out, stifling down a sob.

“I am so in love with you, Tyler Kennedy,” Carlos tells him sternly. “Every molecule that makes me, me, is in love with you.”

Carlos cups his cheek, his thumb wiping away at a tear that rolls down his face. “I was made to love you with every part of me. I’ll never leave you.”

TK can’t stop his crying now; he shakes as Carlos holds him through it, all the while whispering in his ear how much he loves him.

When he’s finally calmed down enough to speak, he pulls back to look at Carlos. “I love you the same way,” he says softly.

Carlos smiles at him as he wipes away at his blotchy face. “I know that, baby, I know.”

“Ask me again?” he asks hopefully.

Carlos chuckles, the smile on his face bright and joyful. “TK Strand, will you move in with me?”

TK smiles back as he lets go of his fear, an all-consuming happiness replacing it. “Yes.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #30 days of tarlos #tk x carlos #my writing #anon #ask #Anonymous

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thatfanficstuff · 4 years

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Fair Trade - The Walking Dead

Pairing: Rick x Ex-Reader

Warnings: Canon typical stuff and worse language than normal cuz Negan

A/N: this was supposed to be a Rick x reader. It turned into you being a badass and Negan flirting. Enjoy!

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You were on watch but instead of guarding the outside of the walls, your gaze trailed Rick and Michonne as they walked down the street. They were all smiles and hand-holding and God it still hurt. There was a time that was you. When it was you tucking Judith in at night and trying to convince Carl he could be a kid on occasion without the world falling apart.

Then you’d gotten separated shortly after Terminus. The irony of living through all that other shit together and losing one another after the worst of it. Rick assumed you were dead. Rightfully so you guessed, but you’d never quit looking for him. As it turned out, it wasn’t him you found. It was Daryl.

He’d been on a run and you were just trying to survive. You’d never been so happy to have a crossbow pointed at your face. There was a small piece of you that always wondered if they’d known you were alive and just left you but his reaction assured you that wasn’t the case. Daryl had immediately lowered his weapon and wrapped an arm around you to pull you to him. He was near tears as he kissed your head. “We thought you were dead. That the walkers got you.”

You pulled away from him with a smile. “I’m not that easy to kill, Daryl.”

He huffed a laugh. “Thank fuck for that.”

“How is everyone?” You might have said everyone but you really meant Rick and Daryl knew it.

“Rick’s just fine, Y/N. He’s going to be thrilled to see you. We got us a place now. A good place. Come home with me?” He sounded uncertain as if you’d maybe found another life without them.

You grinned. “Yes, please.” You’d been on your own since you’d lost them. Your heart too tender to find another group only to lose them too. And you’d never lost hope you’d find your family again.

Daryl chewed on his thumb and kept glancing at you while he drove. He was nervous but you had no idea why.

“All right. What’s up with you?” you finally asked.

“Nothing. Just…” He sighed. “Look, it’s just been awhile okay? I mean, we all thought you were dead so you can’t get mad if things aren’t the way they were.”

You swallowed past the sudden lump in your throat. “He’s with someone else.” It was a fear you had with everyday that passed but tried not to think about too much. You’d promised each other forever so he’d choose you, right?

Daryl glanced at you again and cringed. “Don’t look like that, Y/N. He grieved. We all did, but him the longest. It was relief when he moved on instead of fading away like we all feared.”

You turned your attention to the window as hot tears ran down your cheeks. “Of course, it was, Daryl. It’s fine. No worries. It will be nice to be home even if it’s not like I remember it.”

And it was. Even if it did break your heart to see Rick and Michonne together. It was a little cliché if you did say so yourself. Your boyfriend and your best friend seeking comfort in one another. To be fair, they’d offered to split up but you’d turned them down. They weren’t offering because Rick was so madly in love with you he wanted you back. No, it was just guilt, plain and simple. You gave them your blessing and moved in with Daryl. And if you cried so hard that first night that he’d heard you and crawled into bed with you to hold you while you wept, well the two of you kept that to yourselves.

You tore your eyes from the happy couple and turned your attention back to the road. Daryl was gone now and you were more alone than ever. He’d been taken by that asshole Negan. Thus far you’d avoided meeting the leader of the Saviors. You spent a lot of time on runs or hunting and always managed to be gone when he came for his supplies. As movement in the distance caught your eye, you got the feeling your luck might have just run out.

“Rick,” you called, knowing he was still close enough to hear. Less than a minute later, he was by your side. You handed him your binoculars and stepped back.

“Shit. He’s early.” He lowered the glasses and the muscle in his jaw twitched. His gaze flicked to you. “Did you get the supplies we needed?”

You nodded once. “I put the extra in your basement. We keep stashing the way we have been, we’ll have a pretty good back up.”

He put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “Good.” And then he was gone.

You shifted your rifle from your shoulder to your hands. You weren’t going to shoot anyone, but it made you feel better, kind of like a high caliber security blanket. The gates were open by the time Negan and his men arrived. There was no reason to piss him off any more than necessary. Once they were inside, the gates were secured behind them. Your gaze darted between the area outside the wall and the meeting going on between Negan and Rick.

You ran your tongue along your teeth as you took in the man that had everyone so scared. A couple of the women had mentioned his looks but damn. You wondered how many times he’d used that panty melting smile you caught a glimpse of to get exactly what he wanted. A low moan caught your attention and your head snapped back to the outside. Grabbing the binoculars, you scanned the tree line. A fucking horde. Just what you needed when the devil himself was inside your walls. They were still far enough away that they could turn. You tried to do a quick count but there were simply too many.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You hopped off the wall and ran straight for Daryl’s bike. Negan hollered as you ran by and you were aware of several weapons pointed in your direction. You slid to a stop to give him a quick once over. “You can yell at me and ask me whatever you want in a bit. Right now, I have a horde to distract.”

When he continued to study you with those dark eyes and the weapons stayed trained on you, you shifted your weight. “Make up your mind, cowboy. Either I go now or we fight a horde at the gate.”

“Simon.” That was all Negan said, but it was enough to send another man scrambling up the wall.

“She’s telling the truth,” he called down a moment later.

Negan licked his lips. “And you think you can stop them?”

“I know I can.”

He held your gaze a moment more before nodding once. “You can go. If you run, someone dies.”

You rolled your eyes as you ran to the bike. Your rifle was settled across your back and you grabbed an airhorn from the saddle bag. You fired up the bike and headed for the gate knowing it would be open by the time you got there. At least it better be or this was going to be a short trip.

Sure enough, there was a gap just wide enough for you to ride through. You stopped a short distance from the horde and swallowed as you looked them over again. Damn, there was a lot of them. You could only hope enough followed you to make this worth it. Sucking in a deep breath, you blasted the air horn. As the horde immediately shifted in your direction you smiled. “Here we go.”

You took off on the bike trying your best to maintain that happy medium of close enough they kept following and far enough ahead they wouldn’t actually catch you. Occasionally you’d blow the horn to make sure you kept their attention. You knew roughly the direction they needed to go to keep from going straight to another community so you steered them that way. Everything was going according to plan and you were just about ready to ditch the horde when it all went to shit. To be fair you should have been expecting it. Your life tended to do that at the most inopportune moments.

Your attention was on the horde behind you when you were hit from the side. You dumped the bike. Skin and blood colored the grass as you slid along pinned under the bike. Shoving the metal off, you pushed yourself to your feet and pulled out your knife. The walker that had taken you out lumbered in your direction. From the looks of a half-severed limb, the crash hadn’t left it unscathed either. You stepped back and nearly howled as pain flared up your leg. Shit. You couldn’t outrun them and you certainly couldn’t kill them all. You needed to find another alternative.

The only thing around other than you and the dead was trees. Looked like you were climbing. It took more effort than it normally would have but you finally made it into the tree. You did your best to assess the damage from the crash but it wasn’t easily done in your current position. Near as you could figure nothing was broken but you were torn up and hurting.

Once the majority of the horde passed, you climbed down, grunting when you put weight on your leg. You used your knife to take out a couple of stragglers that got between you and the bike. To your relief the engine turned on the first try. You turned around to head back to Alexandria. The ride wasn’t doing shit for your pain level but you needed to get back and the sooner the better. The gate slid open as you approached and you pulled in and parked.

A short distance away, Negan had five members of your group on their knees in front of him. He turned to watch you dismount. “Well, look who came back.”

“You’re an impatient fuck, aren’t you?” you asked with a gesture at your friends.

His lips twitched and he motioned for everyone to stand. He sauntered over to you, baseball bat on his shoulder. “You have one colossal sized set of balls for a woman. How is it you and I have never met?”

“Not around much. I’m usually hunting or doing supply runs.”

He nodded and ran his tongue over his bottom lips as he looked you over again. His smile fell away as he noticed the injuries you’d tried to keep turned from him. Never let your enemy see your weakness and all that. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Dumped the bike. It’s fine.”

“It’s not the bike I asked about, sweetheart. Anything broken?” He just continued to close the distance between you as he talked.

“Why do you care?” There was no venom in your words, you were just genuinely curious.

“Well, you’re not much use to me if you’re damaged goods, are you?” And there was that grin again. As if your knees weren’t already weak enough.

“What do you mean she’s of use to you?” Rick finally spoke up. It was the first thing anyone other than Negan had said since your return.

“Well, Rick the dick, I intend to take her with me when we leave. You got a problem with that?”

“Yeah, I got a problem with that. You can’t just take one of our people. That wasn’t part of our deal.”

The change in Negan’s demeanor was immediate and severe and he turned to Rick with a growl. “Our deal is whatever the fuck I say it is.”

“All right, boys. You’re both pretty.”

Negan turned to face you, his brow arched. He was not amused at having been interrupted. You held up your hands in a placating gesture. “I’m the best shot they have and do a good portion of their runs. Rick’s just worried about what will happen when I leave. That’s all.”

He ran his tongue over his lip again as if he knew precisely how it made your belly flutter. He kept his gaze on you as he talked to Rick. “That true, Ricky. Are you worried about losing…Well, fuck, sweetheart, I don’t even know your name.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Are you worried about losing Y/N here in particular?”

Rick cleared his throat. “Yeah. None of us want to see Y/N go anywhere.”

You couldn’t help but hope there was a deeper meaning hidden in Rick’s words. Of course, you’d been completely serious when you said you were the best shot in the ranks. It was just as likely he was lamenting the loss of your aim.

“Alright then, I’ll give her a choice. She can stay or she can come with me. No consequences. So what’ll it be, sweetheart?” Negan’s grin was cocky but there was a genuine curiosity burning in his eyes. He wanted to see what you’d do.

“Then she stays,” Rick answered.

“It’s her choice, not yours. Try to interfere again and you and Lucille will be having a little chat.” Again, Negan didn’t even turn to look at the man he was addressing. Apparently, he found you entirely too interesting to turn his attention elsewhere.

You tilted your head as you looked him over. You weren’t fooling yourself here. You knew this man was brutal, ruthless and cruel. You also knew that he took care of those that were loyal to him and he didn’t tolerate mistreatment of women by his men. Maybe you could get Daryl out if you went. Maybe you couldn’t. Either way you wouldn’t have to smile as your heart broke over and over again every single day.

“Three months.”

“Excuse me?” Negan asked, clearly confused.

“I go with you, you give them three months before you come back. Give them time to get back on their feet without me.”

He laughed. “You can’t be that fucking important, sweetheart.”

“Daryl and I were a team. We kept this shit locked down. You’ve got him too so it seems only fair.”

“Whoever said I was fair?”

You took a limping step toward him and his attention shifted to your leg with a frown. “I go with you of my own free will. You get a Marine with the best aim within a hundred miles. I get some pain meds and they get three months to build up a supply before you take half of it.”

His gaze narrowed. “One month.”

“Two,” you countered and hoped like fuck he’d take it. You wanted to get off your damn feet and you didn’t rightly care if it was here or in a truck on the way to Negan’s community.

He grinned again. “Your girl here just bought you two months, folks. You better make good use of it.”

You nodded. “I got some shit to get together.”

“You don’t look like you’re in any shape to be doing much of anything.” He turned and glanced around until his gaze fell on Carol. “Get her stuff together and bring it out.”

Your friend looked at you and went to do as instructed after a nod from you.

Negan’s attention shifted to Rick. “You. Get her some pain medication.” He glanced at you. “Need anything else?”

“Alcohol and bandages would probably be a good idea.”

“You heard the lady,” Negan said and Rick frowned.

“She ain’t part of our group anymore, she ain’t using our supplies,” he grumbled.

God, what was he, two years old? “Oh, fuck you, Rick. Daryl and I got most of those supplies in there. I’ll use whatever the fuck I want.” You hobbled past all of them in the direction of the clinic.

“Easy there,” Negan said and placed a hand on your arm. “You’re going to hurt yourself worse stomping around like that.” He swept you up in his arms before you even realized he was doing it. His long strides at up the ground and you were at the clinic in no time. He sat you down at the door and you dug the keys out of your pocket to unlock the door.

You flipped on the light and moved straight to the cabinets that held the supplies you needed. “Thanks for the help.”

He made a sound of acknowledgment but didn’t say anything as you sat everything you needed on the counter. You gestured to the tall cabinet beside him. “There’s a change of clothes in there. Will you grab them for me?”

He handed over the sweats and t-shirt. They were kind of universal clothes. Whoever needed them used them, but they were yours now. “Let me help.”

You looked at him in surprise then shrugged. It would be a hell of a lot easier if you didn’t have to do it yourself. You sat in a chair to take off your boots. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You can ask whatever you want. Whether I answer or not is another matter.”

That answer didn’t surprise you in the least. “Why the interest? I’m nothing special.”

When you had difficulty getting your jeans off without pain, he helped. You expected a smart remark or a quick feel but he stayed completely professional. Once you were up on the table, he wet down a wash cloth and came back. “Eyes closed.”

You studied him a second longer before doing as he said. Immediately he began to wipe the dirt from your face. You tensed when he found a cut or scrape but he was surprisingly gentle.

“I’ll admit to being intrigued when you hopped off that wall. And I damn near came in my pants when you blew out the gate to face down the horde. Anyone that says you aren’t special is a damn fool, sweetheart.” He moved his attentions from your face to your leg and you opened your eyes. “I watched them when you came back. Watched their reactions. They don’t deserve you. Don’t appreciate you the way they should.”

“And you’re going to give me that appreciation I deserve?” you asked as he finished bandaging your leg.

His fingers traced a path from your ankle to your thigh and you shivered. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.”

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Johnson

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29176002

Dean took Cas' hand and grinned before kissing his knuckles. “It's Sunday. You know what that means?”

Cas smiled at Dean's cheerful display. “Usually it means a nice dinner and our weekly hike with Sam and Jack.”

Grumbling, Dean lowered Cas' hand. “It means funday.”

“Dinner and walking, isn't that fun?” Cas arched an eyebrow at Dean. “I was under the impression you enjoyed the time with Sam and Jack. Nature is one of the things Chuck did right– “

“We don't think about that asshole anymore.”

“Right. So what did you have in mind?”

Dean pointed a finger at Cas. “I was waiting for you to ask that question, Cas.” He grabbed a pamphlet from his back pocket. “Check this out. The museum has an angel exhibition.”

Cas licked his lip. “Oh, you were talking about that kind of funday.”

Wiggling his eyebrows, Dean pulled Cas into a hug. “Yeah, that kind of fun. So, is that a yes?”

“I don't know what to say... we have been frequenting that museum fairly often. While I do understand the allure of openly – “

Dean kissed Cas, a soft, innocent kiss. “Let's get a deeper understanding of the allure, Cas. Besides, it's an angel exhibition.” Dean stilled. “Oh, sorry, Cas. Man, it never crossed my mind. We can do this another time, another exhibition.”

Cas grabbed Dean's hand and kissed him back. “Dean, this has nothing to do with it being an angel exhibition. I made my choice freely and it's not a decision that haunts me.”

Dean nodded. “OK, I just wanted to – you know, I don't want to upset you.”

“You're not.”

Dean smiled. “No?”

“No.”

“Alright, then take me to the art museum and make out with me.”

Cas smiled his gummy smile. “Let's go.”

Dean groaned as he pulled into the parking lot. “An all-nighter. I can't believe you suggested that and that Sammy said yes. Why?”

Cas shrugged. “I think it was fair. Sunday is usually our hike day.”

“Yeah but all night? You know what that means?”

“Campfire and marshmallows. Maybe the moon will be out and we'll see the stars.”

“No, it'll mean mosquitoes and us trying to fall asleep while Sam snores like a bear knocked out with tranquilizers. And he'll insist on bringing weird camp food like dates and zucchini.”

Cas stepped out of the Impala. “I think you're exaggerating.”

Dean closed the door with a bang. “I'm not.”

“It'll be fun. And you and Jack can go fishing.”

Dean patted his pockets. “Fuck, I forgot my wallet. And it's cheating that you're trying to bribe me with fishing.”

Cas pointed at his pocket. “It's here. And is it a bribe? I'd consider it more of a promise.”

Dean laughed. “Let's go check out some angels.”

“Let's.”

~~~

Harry Johnson, the security guard at the Esbon museum was sitting in peace, eating a Milkyway when he almost choked on a piece. He blinked, looking at the couple, and sure enough, it was them, Trench coat and Bowlegs. He was not getting enough paid to deal with shit like this.

Sure, he shouldn't assume that they would do it again, but Harry was a practical man. He'd seen them twice before and both times they'd acted like idiots before fucking. One time in the west wing, and on time in the Nature room in what had then been turned into a bee exhibition. And no, it hadn't been explicit fucking, more hands he figured, but what he did remember was the damn jokes.

Who were these middle-aged men anyway, skulking around in museums making out? Didn't they have a Ford Fiesta they could desecrate?

Swallowing the last of his Milkyway, Harry grabbed his flashlight and went after Disaster Duo on Legs.

~~~

Dean stared at the angel statue in marble. It was kind of bizarre seeing the angel statue with no head or arms but he couldn't deny the craftsmanship. The tunic she was wearing cling to her body but it was the wings that caught Dean's attention. They arched behind her seemingly in triumph.

“She's beautiful, isn't she?” Cas said.

“Yeah.”

“Can't believe this is stone. Look at the feathers, Cas – “ Dean stopped. “This isn't weird, is it?”

Cas chuckled slightly. “No, I'm fine, Dean. And my wings were more... impressive than this.”

Dean smiled warmly. “Not everyone can be the size of the Chrysler building.”

“No, they can't. But I do appreciate the artistry. Humans always depicted angels as beautiful, even in their wrath, and imagined them in their image. I do find that hopeful. Maybe mankind saw themselves as divine and then never questioned that angels wouldn't look like them. They never once thought that angels would be something less than them. We're – they – were hardly as noble and just as humans hoped them to be."

“Maybe not them, but you weren't so bad, Cas.” Dean elbowed him slightly.

Cas nodded, a small smile on his lips. “You don't know this, but I was known as the hottest angel in my garrison.”

Dean laughed. “I bet you were. You're hot as a human too.” He licked his lips. “So, you gonna make out with me?”

Cas tilted his head, amusement making his eyes shine. “I don't know if I'm allowed.”

Dean furrowed his brows. “Why the hell wouldn't you be allowed to kiss me?”

“You're not allowed to touch the masterpieces.”

Shaking his head, Dean splayed his hand on Cas' chest and pushed gently, forcing him to take several steps back. “You're the masterpiece, Cas.”

“Is that so?”

Dean nodded and pushed him again so Cas' back was against the wall. “Yeah, and someone's gotta nail the artwork to the wall.”

Cas grinned. “Are you that someone?”

Dean kissed Cas' jaw. “I do have a hammer.” He wrapped one arm around Cas' waist and pressed his groin against Cas as he grabbed Cas' hair and whispered, “This pounding requires a steady hand.” He moved his hand and squeezed against Cas' groin.

The sight of Cas closing his eyes, and how he breathed out slowly as not to alert anyone else of what they were up to was hot as hell.

Just then, Cas opened his eyes and bit his lower lip. He flashed Dean a smile as he looked at him through his lashes. A rush of arousal washed over Dean. “C–Cas I think we should maybe – Cas knew very well what he was doing to Dean and damn him but it worked.

“Go? But we just came here. Don't you want to... come before we go?”

Holy hell. They should go to museums more often, Dean thought.

~~~

There they were, plastered to each other like clay and straw behind the angel statue. Harry shook his head. At least he managed to get to them prehumping. The darker man, Trench coat dude was thankfully against the wall and not against the statue or any artwork but he did not like how Bowlegs was moving; soon they would be against that painting of the angel trying to teach the old guy to read and that painting was not only borrowed but expensive as hell.

“Hey!”

Trench coat at least had the decency to look sightly ashamed but Bowlegs turned to look at him with murder in his eyes before apparently recognizing Harry as the security guard. He groaned. Fuck his life, both of them could basically be his dad. “This is a museum.”

“We're aware.” Bowlegs said with a gruff voice but if Harry wasn't mistaken there was some humor underneath.

“Is there a problem?” Trench coat said as he took a step to the side.

Harry blinked at Trench coat's appearance. His hair was disheveled and his lips were puffy from kissing. “Uh, the museum is for looking at art, Sirs.”

Bowlegs' gaze flashed to Trench coat before nodding. “Oh, I know.”

Harry cleared his throat. “Yes, so please. Refrain from touching the art,” Harry swallowed – what had his job become – “and, uh – each other.”

Trench coat adjusted his clothing and nodded. “Will do.”

Harry ignored the slight chuckle from Bowlegs.

Bowlegs came up to him, a disarming smile on his face.“Didn't mean to cause any trouble, officer,” he glanced at Harry's name tag and winked, “Johnson. We'll be on our way.”

As Bowlegs and Trench Coat left the room, he could hear them laugh like a couple of teenagers. Harry wiped a hand across his face. Adults these days.

~~~~

“I can't believe you called him that,” Cas exclaimed as they went to another part of the museum.

“What? It was his name, Cas.”

“It was how you said it. I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out. Can you get banned from a museum?”

Dean took Cas' hand in his. “I dunno. Probably. Wanna try?” Dean winked.

Cas smiled. “I feel rather hungry.”

“Yeah.” Dean motioned with his thumb to the exit. “Wanna get out of here? I spotted a nice restaurant just a few blocks away.”

Cas shook his head. “I'm not hungry, Dean.”

“Oh? But you just said – ”

Cas gaze went down Dean's body.”I'm hungry.”

“Oh.” Dean pulled Cas towards the exit. “You don't have to ask me twice, cowboy. Let's go.”

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joshslater · 4 years

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The Adoption

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“Fuck! I told you it would happen!”

The car made a final cough of pitch-black smoke, and came to a rolling stop in the grassy side of the road. The ground was damp from the shower, but the sky had cleared and the air was warm in the summer afternoon glow.

“No service” his brother announced, waving his cellphone around, as if it would catch some stray reception.

“Of course not. No one here has any money to bribe an operator for coverage. I told you we should stay clear of bum-fuck nowhere.” He hit he wheel in rage infused frustration. Their cross country adventure had started out great. They were of one mind, as twins often are. So much so that they couldn’t agree on who came up with the idea of a road trip adventure before college senior year. But now, a few days in, their relationship had deteriorated just as fast as his brothers car, as it became obvious he had not maintained it properly.

“At lest we don’t have to starve.” He said, making a gesture towards the corn field. “You fucking moron. They are not edible for months.” He exited the car and walked some steps away from the car. Why did he always do this? His careless non-planning had caused trouble for them since forever. He took a deep breath of county air, with the smell of recent rain. He knew there was a word for it. He turned towards the car to ask, when in the distance he saw the glint of an approaching car.

He stood still for minutes, watching the black truck getting bigger and bigger and really big. Once it started to get close he begun waving it down. It didn’t slow down much, but made a sudden brake once past him. The truck stood still for perhaps a minute until a door opened.

Out of the passenger seat climbed a hunk calendar caricature of a cowboy. Big hat, boots, tight blue jeans and shirtless, showing of his smooth, chiseled upper body physique.

“Howdy, what seems to be the trouble?” “Our car is fucked?” “Who ya got with ya?” “My dumbass twin brother.”

The driver door opened, and an equally striking, similarly clothed man climbed out, gave them a nod and stood resting against the side of the truck.

“You’ve been working on the fields?” “Something like that. Let’s get you and your brother some miles before dark.”

He rapped the window, shaking his brother out of a losing round of Candy Crush. “Hey, step out. We’ve got a lift.” “What? With them?” “College students with fucked engines can’t be choosers.” “Fine. But there’s only one row in those, aren’t there?” “Take the flatbed then. This is all your fault.”

In fairness he didn’t mind the flatbed over sitting between those two half naked dudes, like a patty in a burger, or perhaps more like bread between two beefcakes. The truck was large enough he thought the car might even fit on the flatbed, not that they could get it up there. The guy with the cowboy hat helped him up. Doing that he got a whiff of musky sweat and was immediately happy with his choice, but no sooner had the other three packed themselves into the truck and rolled away, did he feel the stale rain water on the bed soaking through his pants. Dammit. The nearest town was 50 minutes away.

Inside the truck his twin brother had the opposite thought. The driver was of few words and had simply smiled and gunned the engine, speeding away from the stranded car. The car was barely out of view when he wondered how he would be able to stand the smell of cologne and sweaty bodies for so long.

“How far away is it?” “We’ll be there in 30 minutes tops.” “That close?” “Yeah. Hey, you drink coffee?” “Yes. Thanks.”

He did not want to drink coffee, but anything else to keep his mind of the smell and what these two dudes might have done together would be a godsend. The guy in the cowboy hat unscrewed the top of a thermos bottle and filled it with hot coffee. It was black and bitter, unlike anything he had had before. There was a funny aftertaste as well, he thought. He did relax though, feeling lucky that someone passed them buy so quickly. Trying to cut the suffering short, he downed the rest of the coffee, handed back the top, and slumped in his seat. Staring out at the fields passing by he realized he was exhausted. Fighting with his brother always drained him.

Slowing down, the truck pulled into a long driveway which led to a group of farm buildings on an island of grass and trees in a sea of fields. It hadn’t really been cold on the flatbed, but he couldn’t wait to find some way of drying his jeans, and an explanation for why there weren’t in town. Both hunk #1 and hunk #2 jumped out of the truck, but his brother lingered for some reason. “Hey, I’ll catch you” the guy in the cowboy hat shouted. Fuck that. He jumped over the side and landed a bit away from him. Someone, the other guy, grabbed his arms from behind.

“Hey, let go! LET GO!” “Scream all you want. There isn’t even a public road for a mile.”

He was firmly marched towards the main building, resisting at at first, but soon realizing the futility of fighting two men, especially men as muscled as these. There was no where to run anyway. He caught a glimpse of his brother inside the truck, seemingly unconscious with earbuds in his ears.

“What have you done to my brother?” “He’s just taking a nap.”

He was led through the dark interior of the farmhouse and was soon securely tied to a wooden chair in the kitchen, facing the wrong way as to leave his back free. He looked around in confusion. It seemed like the men had a young child, but one that was the size of a teenager. Just opposite the table from him was an oversized high-chair, and they had passed a too large bouncy swing in the living room. Or did they use them for some gay shit? Was that why he and his brother were kidnapped?

“Let me go!” he pleaded. “We had only planned for one kid, but when life gives you twins you...” he was searching for some ending to the saying. “...make twinks?” the other man suggested. “No, that’s not it. Anyway, I think our boy will love to have a pet to play with.”

None of this made any sense to him.

“But for that to happen, you need to take this.” He pulled out an over two inch long, white object from a plastic case. “That’s massive! I can’t swallow that.” “I’m sure we can find a way to get it in you.”

He could do nothing but squirm and shout as they removed the belt and cut his jeans and boxers from his body. Then one of them slowly inserted the suppository up his asshole. Once in place it didn’t take many seconds until it started to sting and feel kind of warm, like it was made out of icy hot and sriracha. He again squirmed, only this time it was involuntary.

“See how well it fits your boy pussy” “Fuck you!”

Through the door frame, for a split second, he could see the other man carrying his brother. He was still sleeping, and with earbuds, but was now naked except for some adult diapers.

“It’s starting to get real intense, doesn’t it?” “Let us go. We won’t tell anyone.” “You don’t want that. It’s just going to get worse, unless you get a tail. This will make it better though.”

The man was offering up a glass of clear liquid to his lips. Feeling out of options he decided to drink from it. It tasted like water, with something bitter dissolved. It had a weird aftertaste, Then everything went black.

He liked the bouncing. It made his stomach feel funny on the way down. It made him giggle. There was something important he needed to do, but he couldn’t remember what. Every jump was just too funny.

Then a man with a funny hat entered the room. What was the name of the hat? The man was somehow important. The man didn’t have a shirt on. He wanted to touch him. To taste him. Put him in his mouth. Now he remembered!

“bowboy” “Yes, a cowboy. Good. Did my big boy sleep well?”

Why did he use such difficult words? It was almost impossible to understand him.

Then another man entered, and following him, on the floor was something black. A big black rubber dog walking on all four. He had a tail that was wagging as he walked, and under him, between his legs, was a big red rubber pee pee. He recognized the face somehow.

“Dod!” “Yes, it is dog!”

The dog suddenly recognized the teenage sized baby hanging in the bouncy swing, and excitedly ran up to him and started licking him in the face. He could barely contain his joy.

“Dod!”

The two men beamed, and put an arm around each other. There were still so much to do. The car in their barn had to be stripped to scraps, VINs filed down, fabric burned, plates destroyed. They already had a fire going with all the clothes and personal items. The boys needed much more attention, but in a month, maybe two, they would be totally transformed, utterly helpless and barely physically recognizable. A new family.

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bestillmyslashyheart · 4 years

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The Red Name pt 6/7

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five

“Have you considered talking to them? Either of them?” Alex sighed.

“Oh gee, why didn’t I think of that?” Kyle snarked on the other end of the phone. “Yes, I’ve considered it but I have no idea what I would even say!”

“How about ‘I liked having sex with both of you let’s keep doing that’?”

Kyle groaned. “I can’t just say that.”

Alex frowned. “And why not? Seems the simplest solution.”

“Mhmm and what exactly is your experience with effective communication in a relationship?”

“Utter shit,” Alex replied easily. “Which is why I am telling you to learn from my mistakes.”

“Alex,” Kyle said, suddenly serious. Alex straightened his back in response. “Am I seriously going to be the old cliche of a homophobic bully turns out to not be straight? Because I don’t want to be a cliche.”

Alex snorted as the tension left him. “Yeah well, suck it up Valenti. We don’t always get what we want.”

“Why can’t it be easy?” Kyle bemoaned.

“Because it’s worth fighting for,” Alex replied absently, his eyes caught on a taxi pulling up outside. A tall man in a loose flannel shirt and a cowboy hat stepped out with a beagle in tow.

“Hey Alex?”

“Yeah?”

“How long have you been home? I called you but I wasn’t really expecting an answer…”

Alex closed his eyes briefly. “Got home a week ago. Had to report straight to Andrews,” he lied. “It’s been really busy, I was going to let you know I was back once I got settled.”

“Were you?”

“Of course I was!” There was a knock at the door and Alex’s heart sped up. He was on his feet and halfway to the door before he knew it.

“Ok, fine, you were. It’s just- it’s really good to hear your voice, man,” Kyle told him sincerely. Alex stopped with his hand on the doorknob. He could hear Buffy’s barks already. “Send me your new address, okay? We can send you a welcome home package?”

Alex opened the door. “Yeah, is that package gonna be any of you showing up on my doorstep?” He met Michael’s eyes and his heart stopped for a second. Dammit, he looked good. Buffy jumped up on his legs and Alex reached a hand down to pet her but he didn’t look away from Michael for a second.

“Maybe,” Kyle laughed in his ear.

“Well, then sorry, but you don’t get my address. I don’t really want any visitors.” Michael quirked an eyebrow. A slow grin made its way across his lips. “Look Kyle,” he cut off Kyle’s objections. “I have to go, okay? Go talk to Max and Liz.”

“Tell him to shut up and sleep with them again,” Michael whispered.

Alex shook his head slowly. “Make sure you actually talk to them before ending up back in bed,” he said instead. Michael met his gaze and nodded once, understanding that that was for him as much as it was for Kyle. As he finished making his goodbyes, Alex stepped back to allow Michael and Buffy to enter.

“Hey girl,” he cooed as soon as Kyle hung up. His phone ended up somewhere but he wasn’t entirely sure where. He’d care about it later. Buffy licked his face in greeting. “I missed you.”

When Buffy finally had enough kisses, she slipped out of his grasp to explore her new home. He’d left about half of her things in Roswell but the rest was already unpacked here. He watched her explore with a smile on his face. It was good she was here, made the tiny apartment feel like home.

“Hey,” Michael said softly. He reached down a hand to help Alex off the floor and he took it gratefully. Michael hauled him to his feet but didn’t move away so they ended up nearly chest to chest. His hand came up and traced his hairline from his forehead down around the tip of his ear. Alex could barely suppress the shudders that came with it. “You cut your hair,” Michael observed.

“It wasn’t regulation before,” Alex replied quietly. The air felt thick between them.

“Fuck,” Michael whispered. He used the hand already on Alex’s head to pull him into a hug, Alex’s face pressed into his neck as he buried his own face in Alex’s shirt. “You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” Alex promised. There had been a few close calls, a few cuts and bruises, but he’d come home with the same number of injuries he’d shipped out with so he called it a win. Slowly, he started to pull away. “I got your emails.” He hadn’t been able to send any but he had received communication just fine while he was overseas.

Michael tensed slightly and stepped back. Their hands fell away from each other slowly, fingers caressing every last bit they could touch. “I read all of yours,” he admitted.

Alex looked away. He didn’t remember everything that he’d written but he definitely remembered that he hadn’t intended Michael to ever read them. Not really. “I don’t even know why I sent them to you,” he confessed.

“I’m glad you did.”

“Really?” Alex arched an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure I told you go fuck yourself a couple of times.”

“You did,” Michael agreed. “But you were right and I needed to hear it. Or read it, I guess. There were a lot of things I needed to hear.”

Alex looked away and that’s when he realized they were still standing in the entryway. “Come on,” he muttered. Michael grabbed his arm as he tried to get past him.

“I thought we were going to talk?” He looked scared, like Alex was going to walk away right now.

“We are,” Alex promised, “but I’d rather we weren’t standing by the front door while we do it.” He nodded towards the living room. “The couch is more comfortable.”

Michael looked around them like he’d just realized where they were too. A pretty pink blush filled his cheeks. “Yeah okay.” He let Alex pass. “Coffee?” Michael headed straight for the kitchen. Alex watched in amazement as he found the coffee mugs, the k-cups, and the sugar without asking.

“How did you-?”

Michael looked up at him then down at the coffee materials. He shrugged. “It’s the same as at the cabin.”

“You really did move in, huh?”

Michael flushed. “I can move out if you want me to.”

“Did I say that?”

“No,” he looked up. “You didn’t.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Guerin,” Alex warned. He meant it more for their next conversation and from the look in Michael’s eyes, he understood that.

Michael nodded. “I won’t. I promise.” He stirred in the sugar and grabbed the creamer from the fridge. Alex watched him add it and was still somehow surprised when Michael handed his coffee to him and it was perfect.

“Thank you.”

Michael waved him off and sat down. Buffy jumped up on his lap a moment later. He happily accepted her kisses until Alex sat down and she came over to curl up with him. Alex pet her with one hand while he sipped his coffee with the other.

“So,” Michael started. “Where were we?”

“Uh I think you were saying I needed to tell you to fuck off?” Michael gave him a look and Alex gave him a smile.

“I think we were talking about the emails,” Michael said.

“Right. Those.” All of a sudden, Alex didn’t want to talk about this. He’d written the emails when he couldn’t talk to Michael and he’d sent them when he’d thought he’d never have to see Michael again. Talking about them was never in his game plan. “Here’s a thought: what if we didn’t talk about it?”

Michael reared back in surprise. “What? You just said we need to talk.”

“Yeah and we do. But I don’t want to talk about the emails.”

“Alex-”

“The whole point of them was that they did the talking for us right? So we don’t have to talk about us talking to each other?” He rubbed his forehead. “We can-”

“Why’d you lie to me?”

Alex looked up. “About what?”

“After we got Max back, you came out to the scrapyard to yell at me to get my shit together and I asked you-” He shook his head. “I asked you if that was how you treated someone you loved and you said ‘no’. That you treated the people you loved better than that.” He met Alex’s eyes and held it. “Why’d you say you didn’t love me?”

Alex held the gaze as long as possible before he had to look away. Buffy rolled over in his lap so he looked down at her and rubbed her belly. “I never said I didn’t love you.”

“Heavily implied, then.”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I was angry that day and you were drunk and being an asshole and I just- I yelled. And then it was out there and I couldn’t take it back but I didn’t think you’d remember it anyway.”

“I remembered.”

“I can see that.” Alex shook his head. “You said it yourself, though, it wouldn’t have changed anything. You still would have started a relationship with Maria. You still would’ve moved on.”

“I thought we weren’t talking about the emails?” Michael asked quietly.

“You started it,” Alex shot back wearily.

“I know,” he nodded. “And you’re right, I probably still would’ve been with Maria. For better or worse she was what I needed then. I needed someone who couldn’t hurt me. I needed someone that I couldn’t hurt in return.”

“But you did hurt her.”

“Not like I hurt you. She’s okay. She’s figuring out this thing with Isobel now and she’s okay.” Michael picked up his forgotten coffee mug and started tracing the rim of it with a finger. “My whole life I’ve had either one night stands and you. I’ve never had a relationship, not really. I thought I wanted one with you but we were in such a bad place it was impossible.”

Alex’s heart leapt into his throat. “Thought?”

“With Maria, it was easy. She didn’t judge me for my inexperience and she didn’t expect much from me. Not like you do. She and I stayed in Roswell and she knew who I was, who I am, and she didn’t expect more than that. But you, you have this image in your head of who I am, expectations of who I should be, and you walk away when I don’t meet them. It was nice not to disappoint her.” He took a sip. “So no, I wouldn’t have changed it. But I would like to think I would’ve done it differently. You weren’t wrong when you accused me of too much PDA. I wanted you to see it, see us. I wanted to show you that I was okay without your love.”

Alex hadn’t gotten an answer to his last question but he pushed it aside for now. “You could never disappoint me, Michael. Yeah I expect more from you but that’s only because I know what you can do.”

Michael shot him a look. “Yeah and when I fall short, you get disappointed. Like with the copper wire.”

Alex shook his head. “I never gave a shit about the copper wire.”

Michael scoffed. “You ended things over it.”

“That’s not-” he stopped. “My dad said some things that night.”

“Yeah, I know, I saw him.”

“He- he said some things and all I could think about was the last time he caught us together. After that, all I wanted to do was get you far away from me so he wouldn’t have a reason to hurt you again.”

“Since when are you scared of anything, Alex?”

Alex snorted. “I’m scared of a lot of things, Michael. Losing you, whether it’s to Project Shepherd or Maria or someone else or fucking outer space! I’m scared of trusting the wrong person and other people paying the price. Hell, I’m scared of going back to war. And I am fucking terrified of my father,” he confessed, struggling to keep his voice even. “I know he hurt you and I know you’ll never be able to get over the fact that I’m his son but he’s your battle. And he’s my war. I will be fighting against him my whole life. I’ll win some and I’ll lose some. And even after he’s gone I’ll still be fighting him because he’s in here,” he tapped his head. “And that’s not going away. So yeah, I pushed you away because I was scared of what he could do to you. And I am sorry about that but- I did the best I could, okay? I know it wasn’t great but it was the best I could do then.”

Michael didn’t respond right away. He let the silence linger long enough that Alex was starting to regret ever opening his mouth. “I never should have said you were like him. You’re not. You’re nothing like him and you’re nothing like your brothers.” He stopped and took a deep breath. “I think the worst thing I ever said to you was that you were responsible for my mother’s death.” Alex flinched at the reminder. He stared down at Buffy, unwilling to look at Michael. “I was drunk when I said it and I wanted to hurt you. And when I saw that it did, I said it again the next time I wanted to hurt someone.” He finished off his coffee quietly. “You always came back, Alex. And I took it for granted and I used you as a punching bag to let out everything I packed inside and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it. You deserve a hell of a lot better, really. I’m sorry I never treated you like you deserved.”

“You did,” Alex countered softly. He swirled the last of his coffee around. “Before.”

Before. Before Maria. Before Max and Noah. Before Caulfield. Before Alex came back to Roswell.

“You were amazing,” he added. “For ten years the only time I could let my guard down, let myself truly relax, was when I was with you. You made me feel safe. And loved.”

“Why’d you always leave?”

“Why didn’t you ever come with me?” Because he’d asked, multiple times. Especially after DADT was repealed and he didn’t have to hide.

“I couldn’t leave Roswell, couldn’t leave Max and Isobel.”

“I couldn’t stay there, not with my father in town.”

They fell silent, pondering the weight of those answers.

“Max and Isobel aren’t going to leave,” Alex acknowledged.

“Neither is your father,” try as they might to force him out. He may have been discharged from the military but he refused to leave Roswell.

“No,” Alex agreed.

“So where does that leave us?” Michael’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I don’t know, Michael. But does it even matter? Is it really geography that’s the problem? Or literally everything else?”

“I don’t know about literally everything else,” Michael tried.

“You say now that I’m not my family but you spent two years blaming me for everything they did. Did that suddenly change overnight? Am I supposed to believe you’re magically over it all of a sudden? You think I have unrealistic expectations for you, for us, and you’re afraid you’re only ever going to fall short. Is that going to change or will you be afraid of disappointing me no matter how often I tell you that’s not possible? Will I ever be able to get over you and Maria?” Alex sighed. “There’s so much, Michael.”

Michael clenched his jaw. “Why’d you send me your address?”

And there it was. The question Alex had been asking himself ever since he sent that email. Gently, he moved Buffy onto the couch next to him and stood up. Wordlessly, he collected their mugs and took them to the kitchen.

“Alex?” Michael leaned on the counter, having followed him over because god forbid he let Alex have the modicum of space he was trying for. “Why am I here?”

Alex placed the second mug in the dishwasher and closed it. “You came,” he accused.

“You asked me to,” Michael shot back.

“Why’d you send me those emails?” Alex let out a small, humorless laugh. “Why didn’t you just let it go? Let me go? Two years you spent pushing me away and when I finally go, when I finally say goodbye, you reach back out. Why?”

Michael leaned down and covered his head briefly before looking Alex straight in the eye. “Because you said goodbye. Because I had a taste of life without you and it was miserable and I hated it. Even when I was pushing you away you were always there and I counted on that more than I realized to keep myself sane. I sent you those emails because I couldn’t let that goodbye be it between us.” He laughed and the sun through the window caught his hair just right and suddenly Alex was three years in the past standing outside the Airstream hearing Michael tell him, “I never look away, Alex. Not really. I did, for a while, and it was a mistake.” Reality crashed back into him and Michael was two steps closer. “Let me fix it.”

God help him but Alex wanted. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to grab Michael and pull him close, he wanted to fix this, to fix them. “How?” He asked instead. “I live here now and you live in Roswell.”

“How long?” Michael asked. Alex tilted his head in question. “How long are you here for? You requested this transfer can you request to go back?”

“I can,” Alex admitted. Michael let out a relieved sigh. “But I’m not going to.”

“Alex-”

“I can’t be in Roswell anymore Michael. Between my dad and us, there’s just been too much that’s happened there and I can’t be there. Maybe one day down the road I can think about going back but it’s not going to be for a while.” He smiled sadly. “And you’re never going to leave.”

“What if I did?” Michael was another step closer. “What if I moved?”

“And leave Isobel and Max behind? And Liz and Rosa and Maria?” Alex shook his head. “We both know that’s not going to happen.”

“Alex-” There was barely a step between them now.

“Michael, we have so many issues to work through if we ever want this to be real and we can’t do that from opposite sides of the country.”

“So what? We do nothing? We just- let this go? Let each other go?”

“Yeah,” Alex looked down at his hands only for Michael to cup his chin and lift his head back up.

“No.” Michael denied. “You sent me your address, you wanted me to come here, Alex.” He shook his head. “And it wasn’t just to say we’re done. You could’ve done that in an email.”

“I wanted to see you,” Alex finally admitted. “I read your emails and I fucking missed you and I just wanted to see y-” Michael kissed him. Alex would like to say that he was surprised or startled or caught off guard but in truth he’d been waiting for it since he saw Michael step out of the taxi. Been aching for it really. So he didn’t waste even a breath before kissing him back. His hands were on Michael immediately, touching as much of him as he could while Michael’s held him in place.

“This means something, Alex,” Michael broke away to say. His hand cupped Alex’s where it rested over Michael’s heart. Over his mark. “It means everything.” This time, Alex initiated the kiss.

He pulled back far enough to rest his forehead against Michael’s. “It’s not enough, though. Isn’t that what you told Maria?” Michael leaned back. “There is so much shit between us Michael and as much as we love each other, on its own it's not enough.”

---

Kyle pushed open the doors of the Sheriff’s station, careful not to spill any of the coffees in his hand. Once inside he had to dodge two deputies carrying large stacks of files and a teenage delinquent being scared straight en route to his mom’s office.

“Morning,” he greeted brightly.

“Good morning, Kyle,” she greeted suspiciously. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He tried to act as offended as possible. “I can’t come bring my mother coffee in the morning?”

She hummed. “Of course you can. But you never do. Spill.” She pointed to the coffee tray in his hand. “Who’s the other coffee for? Deputy Evans perhaps?”

Kyle felt his cheeks flush and he started sputtering. “Wha- Why would you thi- Why would I-”

“Ah,” she smiled, pleased with herself. “How’s that whole arrangement with Liz working out?”

“...do you really want to know?”

“If it’s about my son’s sex life, no. Your love life? Yes I would like to know how you’re doing.”

“Well,” he started off. “Things have...progressed. Unexpectedly so, I mean.”

“In a good way?”

“Yes?” He winced. “I don’t know yet. We’re all sort of not talking to each other.”

“That doesn’t sound good.” She leaned forward and cradled the coffee in between her hands. “Communication is key to making any relationship work.”

“I know. I just- need to figure out what I’m going to say.”

“You know I’m here if you need me,” she told him.

“I know, Mom. Thank you. But I have someone else in mind for the job.”

She laughed. “Okay. I’ll let you go. But don’t forget about dinner this Sunday! Your abuela has been talking about it all week and she wants to see Liz again and meet Max.”

Kyle paused halfway to the door. “And Max? Did you tell her…?”

“We’ll ease her into it. Now go. And don’t be late!”

Kyle really wanted to ask what his mom meant by that but he knew an exit when it was shoved in his face. He eased the door closed behind him and headed back for the bullpen just in time to see Max walk in. Skidding to a stop, Kyle ducked into the little coffee nook and prayed Max already had his morning cup. When a minute went by with no Max, he craned his neck around the corner to see what was going on.

Max was talking to another deputy, Morales, if Kyle remembered correctly. He was smiling and laughing and he looked good. Very good.

Kyle thumped his head on the wall. “Bad thoughts,” he whispered.

“That for me?” Came the voice of an angel. Kyle whirled around to see Jenna behind him, her hand outstretched for her coffee. He handed it over gladly. “So. What do you want?”

“I have a Max Evans problem,” he blurted out. “You are uniquely qualified to help me. So...help?”

Jenna froze with the coffee halfway to her lips and looked between him and Max. “Really? You too?” She laughed. “It’s because he’s tall isn’t it?”

Kyle closed his eyes. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Not likely,” she answered. With another glance behind him she grabbed his arm and ushered him out the back door. “I’ve got a few minutes. Talk.”

“So I’ve been dating Liz,” he began.

“Right and so has Max,” Jenna finished. “Get to the part where you have the hots for my partner.”

“We might’ve had sex all three of us and it was really good and I want to do it again except I’m pretty sure neither one of us has ever thought of ourselves as anything other than completely heterosexual?” He spilled it all out in a rush. “Oh and none of us are currently talking to each other.”

Jenna blinked and took another sip of her coffee. “Right. So what’s the problem?”

He made a face. “Uh, how do I talk to Max about doing it again?”

“Well, you walk up to him and you open your mouth and you let words come out,” she replied in a deadpan. When he just stared at her, she sighed and continued. “You like him. You think sex with him is fun. You want to do it again. What about this is complicated?”

“I don’t actually like him that much? I mean we’re friends but that’s it? I don’t want to start dating him too.”

“Do you think he wants to start dating you?”

“Probably not.”

“Then I fail to see the problem. Thanks for the coffee.”

Kyle stared after her in shock. Why did everyone keep making it sound like it was easy?

“Thanks for nothing!” He called out as she walked inside. Just as the door closed he saw her lift the coffee cup in acknowledgement.

---

“Isobel Evans,” Rosa sing-songed. She watched with delight as Isobel tensed up before her. “Fancy running into you here.”

She looked back over her shoulder. “In my own office?”

Rosa looked around. “Wow. It is, isn’t it?” She flopped down into the chair opposite Isobel’s desk.

“Get up,” Isobel hissed. “I have a meeting right now and I don’t want you in here when the client walks in.”

“No worries. I’m your meeting.” She grinned as Isobel froze again.

“Why?”

“Maria.”

And just like that the exasperation was gone and in its place was the Ice Queen Rosa remembered fondly. “No. I am not talking about this with you or with anyone.”

“Just tell me what happened,” Rosa urged. “Maria’s a mess.”

“Yeah, well, so am I. And what did I just say about not talking with you?”

“Isobel,” Rosa said quietly, all attitude gone. “What happened?”

Isobel glared at her for a beat before easing into her chair slowly. She didn’t quite relax but she did lose the steely-eyed glare. “I don’t know, okay? I thought we were on the same page right up until she woke up. The way she looked at me, Rosa,” she shook her head. “It was like I-” she swallowed. “She kissed me that night. She kissed me and then we kissed some more and things just kept progressing,” she flailed an arm out. “I thought we were on the same page,” she repeated. She dropped her face into her hands.

“And then what?”

“And then nothing. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since.”

Rosa furrowed her brow. “It’s been a week. You two talk every day.”

“We did,” Isobel agreed. “Until she looked at me like I took advantage of her, like I-” she still couldn’t say it. Very quietly, she added, “did I?”

“I don’t know,” Rosa answered honestly. She stood up. “I’ll talk to her, okay? See if she’s willing to talk to you because you two need to work this out somehow.”

“Rosa?” Isobel asked when she got her hand on the door. “Is she okay?”

“She’ll be just fine,” Rosa promised.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“No. It’s not.” She closed the door quietly behind her.

---

“Hey Maria,” Max called out as soon as he stepped through the door. He didn’t want to startle her.

“Max,” Maria greeted when she saw him. “What brings you by during daylight hours? We’re not open yet.”

“I know. Sheriff Valenti just wanted me to come by and ask if you would be open to hosting a fundraiser for the department.”

Maria looked at him. “A fundraiser? For the Sheriff’s Department? Here?”

Max shrugged. “What can I say, you’re a better draw than the coffee shop or the new record store.”

“Thank you?” She shook her head. “When is this?”

“Whenever you can, I think? Sometime in the next month, though.”

Maria turned around and looked at the calendar pinned to the wall. “I’ll have to check the other calendar and my employee work schedule but I might be able to work something out.”

“Yeah?” She nodded. “Great. I’ll let the Sheriff know and she can call you to work out the details.”

“Okay. Thanks for stopping by.” She gave him a small smile and turned back to her work.

“Maria?” Max couldn’t help himself. “Are you okay?”

Her back stiffened and she turned around slowly. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” There was an odd note in her voice that Max couldn’t decipher.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I just know Isobel’s been really upset for the last week and you and her aren’t talking and-”

Maria scoffed. “Isobel’s upset?”

“Yes,” Max stated firmly. “She is. And I’m worried about her. And you too. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t need to but I just wanted to check in with you.”

“I’m fine, Max,” she assured him. “Thanks for checking in.”

He lingered a moment longer but it was obvious she wasn’t going to say anything else so he left.

---

Isobel stopped the car in the middle of the street, uncaring of the other cars. Horns started blaring but she ignored them in favor of rolling her window down. “Michael?!” She shouted. Across the street, Michael turned around to look at her before continuing to the Crashdown. Isobel rolled the window back up and quickly made her way around the block until she found a parking spot.

Michael was just nearing the entrance when she got out. ��Michael!” He stopped and waited for her to cross the street. “What are you doing here? I thought you went to see Alex?”

“I did,” he nodded. “And now I’m back.”

She shook her head, bewildered. “And where’s Alex?”

“At Andrews. Where he’s supposed to be.” He turned and slipped inside behind another customer. Isobel hurried after him.

“Hey,” she grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side. “Talk to me. I thought your flight back wasn’t for another few days?”

“I got a new flight.” He pasted a fake grin on his face but his eyes looked so sad, Isobel didn’t need to reach into his mind to know what had happened.

“I thought you were working it out,” she commented sadly. She’d driven him to the airport a few days earlier and he’d finally revealed the emails he’d been sending.

“So did I,” he admitted. “But I’m here and he’s there and apparently that’s just a few too many miles for us to work through.” He swallowed and grinned that horrible grin again. “Lunch?” She let him go when he pulled his arm away.

Distantly, she heard him order for her but her thoughts were running too wild for her to care if he got it right or not. Michael’s mark was the darkest of all of theirs. If he and Alex couldn’t make it work, what hope was there for her and Maria? “Izzy?” She jerked her arm at Michael’s touch. “Table’s this way,” he nodded at their usual booth. “You okay?”

“Uh,” she followed him over. “I don’t think so.”

“What’s wrong?”

“We’re all going to die miserable and alone, aren’t we?”

Michael shook his hair. “What? Where’s that coming from?”

“Your mark is so dark it’s nearly black and you and Alex can’t make it work and I know you’ll never really be happy with anyone else, no matter how much you told yourself you could’ve made it work with Maria. Max has never loved anyone but Liz but they’re not even speaking to each other right. And me and Maria? Well the way things are going I doubt I’m ever going to see her again.” She ripped open a straw and dropped it into her water. “So yeah. Miserable and alone. All of us.”

“Well that’s depressing.”

“Am I wrong?” Isobel challenged him.

“Yes!” Michael replied. “Look, Max is going to get over his little bisexual freak out and work things out with Liz and Kyle. You and Maria are going to talk and figure out what exactly happened and where it went wrong and then you’re going to fix everything. You’re not going to die miserable and alone.”

“And you?”

“I might die miserable and alone,” he replied easily but he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Michael-”

“We had our chance, okay? More than one really and for whatever reason, it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Good for you.”

“Michael-”

“Look. My life is here and his is there. It’s that simple.”

Isobel looked around. “What’s keeping you here? The scrapyard? Your bunker?” Michael just stared at her like she was an idiot. “Me? Max? Michael, you don’t have to stay here for us, we’re not kids anymore, we’ll be okay if we split up.”

Michael just shook his head. “I can’t leave. Roswell is home.”

---

“I really hate those damn marks,” Maria knew she sounded bitter. “If it wasn’t for them I’d still be just fine with Michael. We’d be happy.”

“Would you?” Liz asked, her voice carrying oddly from where her head lay next to Maria’s feet.

Maria lifted her head to stare down the bed at Liz. “Yes! Maybe we weren’t perfect for each other or hopelessly in love but what we had was good!” She flopped back down. “It was better than this.”

“Maria?” Liz propped herself up on her elbows. When Maria didn’t answer right away she kicked her shoulder lightly with her toe.

“What?”

“What happened that night?”

Maria swallowed. “I don’t know.”

Liz furrowed her brow. “What does that mean?”

She huffed a laugh. “It means I don’t know. Last thing I remember we were having some drinks down at the bar and the next thing I know I’m waking up next to her in bed without any clothes on.”

Liz quickly reversed her position on the bed so that she was laying next to Maria, their heads on the same pillow. “Isobel would never do something you weren’t comfortable with. You know how seriously she takes that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, I do. But I also know that I was not ready to have sex with her. Hell, I was still deciding if I wanted to kiss her yet or hold off until I was ready to try and date her. And I know I made that clear to her.”

“I thought you two were dating?”

“What?” Maria pulled back to stare at her. “No.”

“Um,” Liz stammered. “I’m not going to argue with you but from an outsider’s perspective you two were going on dates.”

“We’re friends,” Maria pointed out.

“You and I are friends,” Liz explained softly. “We don’t go for midnight drives out the desert. We don’t have one-on-one lunches or dinners most days of the week. I wouldn’t bring an extra sweater along to Max’s house in case you got chilly after dinner.”

“But we’re friends,” Maria couldn’t help but repeat.

“Okay,” Liz agreed. “But did Isobel know that? Or did she think you were dating and just going slow?” Maria didn’t have an answer for that. “And this is why you should talk to her.”

Maria sniffed and shifted the pillow under their heads. “Enough about my problems. How’re the boyfriends?”

Liz rolled onto her back with a groan. “Who knows? Not me, that’s for damn sure.”

“Still haven’t heard from them?”

“Nope.”

“You know,” Maria said slowly. “If it wasn’t for the mark, you might not be in this mess.”

Liz’s head lolled to the side so she could look at her. “You’re right,” she realized. “Fuck these stupid aliens and their stupid marks.”

“I thought that’s what you were trying to do,” Rosa laughed from the doorway. Liz and Maria both threw pillows at her.

---

Kyle paced on Max’s back patio waiting for him to get home. He could do this. It was Max Evans, for chrissake, it’s not like it’s Jesse Manes he’s waiting to have a heart to heart with.

“Kyle?” Kyle jerked backwards in surprise, his foot slipping off the edge of the patio. “Woah!” Max reached out and grabbed his arm to steady him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?”

Max’s hand was warm on his arm. That was all he could focus on. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He shook his head to clear it. “We should talk.”

Max let go and stepped back, his hand brushing that persistent lock of hair out of his face. “Yeah, I guess we should.” He jerked his thumb at the house. “You want a beer?”

“We had sex.”

“That’s a no to the beer, huh?”

Kyle rolled his eyes. “Can we just get through this?”

Max cleared his throat. “Yeah, okay. So we had sex. With Liz.”

“Yeah, with Liz. And each other.” Kyle made himself look Max in the eye. “And it was good.”

Max’s eyes widened in surprise. “Yeah, it was.”

“Yeah?” Kyle asked in disbelief. Maybe it really would be as easy as Jenna said.

“Yeah,” Max nodded sheepishly. “I, uh, I didn’t expect it to.”

“Me neither.”

“So-” Max brushed the hair out of his face again. “What does that mean for us?”

“You’re going to make me do this first?”

Max smiled. “You’re better at it.”

Kyle rolled his eyes. “Fine. The sex was nice and I wouldn’t say no to a repeat but I don’t particularly want to date you and I don’t think I want to have sex with you without Liz present.”

“So...business as usual but now we can have sex together too?”

“Yeah, basically,” Kyle shrugged. “And if at any point any of that changes, we talk about it.” He studied Max. “Does that work for you?”

Max nodded. “Yeah. We’re on the same page.”

“Good. Care to fill me in?” Liz asked from the doorway. Both of them whirled to face her. “I was coming by to yell at you for still ghosting me, Evans. Imagine my surprise when I find Kyle beat me to it.” She stepped outside but no further. “So who wants to bring me up to speed?”

Kyle looked to Max but he didn’t seem forthcoming with any answer so he bit the bullet. “The sex was good. With all of us,” he explained. “It, uh, it was better than we both expected and we both sort of-”

“Freaked out?” Liz supplied.

“Basically,” Max agreed. “But we just talked about it and we’re on the same page. The sex was good and we’d like to do it again but only with you present and outside of that it’s business as usual. We’re not going to start going on dates or having sex without you with us.”

Liz looked between them. “So we’re still doing this?”

“If you still want to,” Kyle answered.

“You- If I-” she let out a tiny growl. “You two are infuriating! Do you seriously think you can run out of my apartment and not speak to me for two weeks and then just say ‘oh we’re all good’ and that’s it?”

“I’m sorry,” Kyle told her. “I shouldn’t have done that and I shouldn’t have ignored you and avoided you. I was dealing with it, poorly I know, but I was trying to handle it on my own before I came and talked to you both about it.”

“That’s not how this works, Kyle,” Liz told him. “We’re partners, all of us, and that means we talk to each other. If you weren’t dealing with it well, I want to know that! I want to be there and help you figure out how to deal with it. But you just left me out in the cold like I was nothing.”

“Liz-” Max started towards her.

She whirled on him. “And you! You did the same damn thing! How can we do this if you’re both just going to run away every time something new spooks you? News flash, I’ve had trouble adjusting to this whole thing too and I didn’t run away. No, I talked to you both and you helped me adjust. Why did you both refuse to let me help you? To help each other?”

“You’re right,” Max told her. “I’m sorry. I should have talked to you, to both of you,” he nodded at Kyle, “and we should’ve dealt with this together.”

“Yes, we should have.” Liz crossed her arms.

“Next time, we will,” Kyle assured her. Liz stared at him. “If there is a next time?”

She snorted. “Please. Between the three of us? Someone’s absolutely going to freak out again at some point.”

Kyle felt the last bit of apprehension fade from his body and he couldn’t help but kiss her. She let out a small startled noise but she kissed back immediately. When they broke away, Max pulled her into a hug and she leaned up for a small kiss. “We’re a work in progress,” Liz mumbled.

“We’re getting there,” Max answered. He smiled at Kyle over Liz’s head and he couldn’t help but smile in return.

---

“You’re sure this is the right thing to do?” Max double checked before he got out of the car. Isobel nodded.

“I’m positive. Come on.”

He followed her up to the front door and inside. She didn’t bother knocking.

“Uh, hi?” Michael greeted from the couch. He was wrapped up in an old Air Force blanket and the current placement of his hand told Max that he’d been tracing his mark right before they walked in. As they stood there, he hiked the blanket up higher to hide it.

Any reservations he may have had were now gone and Max thrust the envelope at Michael. “Here.”

Michael took it slowly, his eyes going between him and Isobel. “What’s going on?”

“Open it,” Isobel urged.

Michael still looked uneasy but he peeled back the flap and pulled out the two things inside. One was a check. The other was a plane ticket to Reagan Airport in D.C. Google had assured them that it was the closest airport to Alex.

It was one way.

“What is this?”

Isobel looked to Max before sitting down next to Michael. Max settled on the coffee table in front of him. “You said the problem was that you were here and Alex is there,” Isobel reminded him.

“Alex can’t come back here, even if he wanted to,” Max added. “But you can go there.”

Michael shook his head. “Roswell’s home. I can’t leave.”

“Why not?” Isobel asked gently. “Because of Max and I? We’re okay, Michael. You stayed here after graduation because you were worried about me and you’ve stayed here since then because we feel tied to this place but we’re not. You can leave.”

“You’re kicking me out of town?” Michael sounded betrayed.

“Michael, this will always be your hometown,” Max promised him. “And you will always be our brother, wherever we are. No distance is going to change that. But tell me something, okay? When you think of home, what’s the first thing that comes to mind?”

“Alex,” Michael breathed.

“Then you should be with Alex,” Max rested a hand on Michael’s knee and squeezed gently. “You can always come back and we can come visit you.”

“You’ll be sick of me before you know it,” Isobel promised. Her eyes were getting watery but they all ignored it. Mostly because his and Michael’s were equally wet. “I don’t want you to die miserable and alone, Michael.”

Michael reached out and pulled her into his arms. She went easily, sinking into his embrace, the blanket getting darker under her cheek. A moment later, Max felt a push on his back and he smiled before giving in and joining them on the couch.

“What’s the check for?”

“Travel fund,” Max answered. “We weren’t kidding about coming back to visit.”

---

Isobel was exhausted when she finally got home, the trip out to Michael’s taking more out of her than she’d thought it would. She made it all the way inside before realizing something was wrong.

“Hello?” she called into the dark house. She grabbed the pepper spray out of her purse and readied her mind for telekinesis.

“It’s me,” Maria’s voice came softly from the kitchen.

Isobel let out a shuddering breath. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, the low light in the kitchen casting her in shadow as she stood in the doorway. “I texted you I was coming over.”

Isobel dug her phone out of her purse to check and sure enough there was a missed text from her. She dropped the phone and the pepper spray back inside and put the purse on its appropriate hook. “I’m really tired, Maria. Can this wait?”

“What happened that night?” Isobel froze.

“What?”

“I don’t remember.”

Her blood ran cold. She took a step back, horrified. “What do you mean you don’t remember?” The shadow that was Maria shrugged and suddenly Isobel couldn’t do this. She slapped at the wall until she hit a light switch. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness but Isobel felt her shoulders relax just a little. “What don’t you remember?”

“I remember drinking at the Pony,” Maria said slowly. “And I remember waking up in bed without any clothes on.” Isobel covered her mouth. She thought she might be sick. She knew what that felt like, had enough missing time from Noah, and to think she’d done that to Maria… “So I need you to fill in the gaps. Because I know you wouldn’t have done anything I didn’t ask for but I- I don’t remember asking. And I don’t,” she cleared her throat. “I don’t remember wanting to ask.”

“You-”

“Wait, before you answer, I have to ask,” Maria cut her off. “In your opinion, were we dating?”

Isobel felt blindsided. “That’s the impression I was under yes. You wanted to take things slowly so we weren’t kissing or anything like that but yeah, we’ve been dating.”

Maria looked surprised. “I thought we were just being friends.”

“I don’t typically bring my friends dinner so we can eat together when they have to work late,” Isobel told her. Maria had done that for her no less than three times when she missed their dinner plans. “I don’t usually head out to the desert to look at the stars with my friends,” she added. “If that’s your definition of friends then we’ve had a fundamental error in communication.”

“I’m starting to get that,” Maria agreed. “Now about that night?”

Isobel swallowed. “Um. We went out to the desert because there was a meteor shower and then we went to the Pony because you had to close after your bartender texted you that he had to leave. After it emptied out we had a few drinks and then you kissed me. You kissed me and you said you were tired of taking it slow. And then things just sort of progressed from there.” She crossed her arms over her stomach. “I followed your cues the whole night. Just like I’ve been doing this whole time. Maria, I don’t know why you don’t remember but you weren’t that drunk. I’ve seen you drunk enough to black out and you weren’t. I wouldn’t have done anything if you were. I promise you.”

“I believe you,” Maria assured her.

“I’m sorry,” Isobel apologized. “I should have realized something was up. You moved so fast from kissing to wanting to have sex and I was surprised by it but you seemed so sure that I didn’t fight you on it. I should have. I’m so sorry, Maria.”

Maria took a deep breath. “It’s not your fault.”

“I should have-”

“Gabrielle, the bartender who left early? Someone slipped a drug into her drink and her sister came and picked her up.” She rubbed her arms. “I think I drank the same drink when I was clearing up. It was stupid, I know, but it was set aside in the section we use for employee drinks and it was full and I just- it wasn’t your fault,” she repeated.

Isobel hurried across the room to Maria but stopped just short until Maria reached out for her. Then, Isobel gathered her in her arms and held her tight. “I’m sorry this happened.”

“I’m sorry I blamed you,” Maria murmured. “When I woke up I was just so freaked out and I didn’t understand. You were right there and it was easy to pin it on you even though I know you’d never do anything like it.”

“I wouldn’t,” Isobel promised vehemently.

“I know,” Maria assured her again. “I know that.”

Isobel held her for a while until Maria slipped out of her grasp. “So what does this mean for us?” She asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” Maria admitted. “But I do know I want to know we’re dating next time.”

“Next time?” Isobel asked.

Maria nodded. “I like you Isobel. A lot. And even though I’m really not ready to enter into a new relationship, especially right now, I would like to at some point.”

“Okay.”

“Just like that?” Maria huffed a little laugh.

“Yeah,” Isobel nodded. “I told you, I’m taking my cues from you. You already know how I feel and you know that I am happy to be your friend. Anything more than that we take at your pace.”

“Okay.” Maria smiled. “Thank you.”

“You really don’t need to thank me for that.”

“Fine,” Maria tugged her into another hug. “Then thank you for the hugs. They feel safe.”

“Well,” Isobel pressed her face into Maria’s neck. “You can have one any time you want.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

---

“What?!” Alex yelled. It was stupid o’clock in the morning and he did not want to deal with his idiot neighbors right now. To add to his troubles, the banging woke Buffy up and she beat him to the door, her barks probably waking up whichever neighbors had managed to sleep through the knocking.

“Do you know what time it i-” Alex opened the door. “Michael?”

Michael Guerin stood on his doorstep, three large duffel bags at his feet. “Hey Alex. You know any good apartments around here?”

#malex fic #roswell fic #rnm #maribel #kaliz #my fic #consent tw #to be safe #references sex between maria and isobel while maria was drugged even though neither one of them knew it #one more part!

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