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toughvaughn · 6 months

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In The Moonlight; Black Boys Look Blue: Parte .001

- pairing: Earth-42!Miles x Black!Fem!Reader

- genre: Fluff! (I guess) Angst! (you tell me) Little Talkie In Espanol 😝! (Not finna be the best; mind you)

- a/n: Miles and the Reader are young adults! Miles (22)! Reader (20)! in this story; so, calm your tits. Don’t be talking crazy with me, a’ight. This is my first, little Miles x reader thing, won’t be perfect, bare with me. This is just Part 1, if y’all like it, I can do Part 2, and this story is going differently, not like the OG one.

- summary: In a couple of days was your 21st birthday, and you weren't all that excited about its upbringing. You and Miles get into it, on why you didn’t want to celebrate your birthday. Miles being the man and boyfriend he is, he don’t like hearing allat.

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Miles: Whatchu mean you don’t wanna do anything for your birthday, Ma?

You and Miles have been going back and forth for the past 10-15 minutes about this. No more than a couple of minutes ago you both were cuddling and kissing all up on each other in his bed, Miles being Miles, he asked what you wanted to do for your birthday. Giving him an honest answer; telling him you really didn’t want to do anything, him giving you the stink eye, looking at you as if you were crazy, leading to this whole unneeded conversation going on between the two of it.

You: “I just don't. I really don't wanna do anything.” You pushed further.

He looked down at her, you sat on the edge of his bed, your hands in your lap. Raising your hand to your head; your fingers running through your hair, adjusting it to the side. His eyes pierced into hers, shaking his head in disapproval. You looked back at Miles with a hooded gaze; your expression showing how uninterested and tired you were of the topic alone, his big self leaning upon the entrance of the doorframe of his bedroom.

Miles was shirtless; only in his black Fear of God Essentials Relaxed Sweatpants, sagging a bit low from his narrow waist, his toned v-sex line visible to you, his black trimmed pubic hairs trailing up to his naval, light protruding veins inching up. Leaning his body weight on the outer of his bedroom doorframe; his head lightly grazing the top of the doorframe from his opposing height, his muscled arms crossed over his sculpted chest.

His hazel/brown eyes watched your every movement; giving you that dumb stoic look he always wearing. His two individual braids swayed and rested on the outline of his collarbone, his durag keeping his braids from doing any other further movement than that. The long drawstrings of his sweats rocked about, the knotted balls on the end of the drawstrings hit up against the doorframe he leaned upon.

Miles: Mamí…come on. That doesn't make any sense, baby...it's your birthday! You HAVE to do something...I at least want to spoil you with a gift...let ME spoil you.

You lolled your head back; shaking your head. That word he said, "spoil". It didn't sit right with you, he was your man, and he had every right to spoil you, but, you weirdly didn't feel comfortable with him doing that. You felt as if you’d just be an inconvenience for him to spend his money on you, and you knew how he would get when it came to spending money, on you specifically. Miles had money; I mean he lives up in this nice ass high-rise apartment up in Mattahan, and he drives a black Mercedes-AMG, and depending on the rent of this place and that damn car note on that car he drives around in, money isn't an issue for him.

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🪼 Flashback 🪼

You knew what Miles did for work; ever since his father’s passing Miles wasn't like this, not with anyone. When Miles got older, became more acquainted with ongoing conflicts going on around him; ever since his father’s passing Miles became more…indifferent, making runs for his Uncle Aaron, becoming familiar with it, and becoming well-known in the streets of Brooklyn from Queens. Now pushing contraband, selling weed, guns, anything on the streets of Brooklyn, making his own money, and doing well for himself.

Miles never really felt the need or desire for a sturdy, one-in-a-lifetime relationship with any female he crossed paths with. He never thought he really deserved one, going through girl, after girl, after girl. Not making ends meet; permanent, going through life as his Uncle Aaron called it, "with ease". The less stress, the less you have to go through. He was blunt and straightforward with anyone he came across, not letting anyone get too close to him, having unresolved feelings and thoughts of his father's early demise, and having nightmares every now and then. He kept to himself, not telling anyone, not even his own mother or his Uncle Aaron.

Going to a party with his home boys, Miles wasn't one to go out, but not have anything better to do, he obliged. His eyes not set on anything or anyone in particular, just there, just like everyone else, copy and paste. Every now and then, thirsty and man-hungry females made their presence known to Miles's home boys, Miles especially. Being well-known in the streets, he was the main target. His boys gave the girls all the undivided attention they could possibly want; Miles on the other hand, not feeling that shit, not in the mood to get his dick wet or catch anything suspicious from either of them, cooping up in some dark corner, somewhere.

His body language and huge frame alone sent a message to everyone at that damn party; that nigga does not want to be fucked with. Fuck around, find out. As simple as that, his hooded eyes looking around, before landing on you. Your innate state, your hair, lips, facial features, body and all, it sent him into something unexplainable. Even for him, he never felt this way, especially for any girl his ever seen, with every move you made, he would follow.

Miles being Miles; the nigga was bold with what he wanted. Shooting his shot and making his attraction towards you known and public, you never heard or seen Miles before, not thinking much of it, letting him throw whatever weak-ass compliment or cringey pick-up line he had in store for you. But, Miles did none of that, Miles was more nonchalant and upfront, not going easy and softening you up or sugar-coating shit with you. He was intimidating; his height alone towering over everyone and everything, made you back up, but, seeing that he probably got that type of reaction a lot, you kept to yourself, not wanting to make him think that he made you uncomfortable.

His little flirt tactic; personality really, gives you the green light about him. Mind you, you don't know who this nigga was or what he does, you just talked to him and got to know him (barely). With that, both of you just messed with one another for a couple of months, one of your friends had to tell you who Miles really was and what he did, and you were a bit surprised, but you didn't really care. Apart from what people may say about him, Miles was a sweetheart, he was soft when he wanted to be, only with you really.

You did confront him about him not telling you about what he did, him thinking you’d just run away or look him crazy just like everyone else. You assured him; you loved this boy wholeheartedly, you'd be somebody gangster's wife if you had to, going to hell and back for this boy, they way he treats and provides for you, you weren't gonna go anywhere.

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You: Mm-mm, nah. You don't gotta get me anything. I’mma just go to work, do my shift, go home, and chill.

Miles's face scrunched up, his eyes squinting in confusion and disappointment. He tilts his head down, looking to the floor for a second, letting out an exasperated exhale, before looking back up at you.

Miles: Are you for real right now, chica? I can't believe what I'm hearing, you ain't gonna let me do nothing for your birthday; huh? It's not fair.

You cocked your head back; with a confused squint of your eyes and facial features, smirking at his comment.

You: What do you mean it's not fair? I just don't wanna do anything crazy.

He sighed once again.

Miles: “Bebé, escucha. That doesn't matter, girl...it's your birthday, I’m your nigga, it’s my job to get you something even if you say you don't want anything.” He grumbled, and then groaned, looking away from her with annoyance and disapproval. Uncrossing his arms; he proceeded to crack his knuckles, the air between his bones popping with each bend of his long digits. Miles was being difficult; you put a hand over her eyes, and as you hooded your hand over them, your thumb, index, and forefinger massaged the temples of your head.

You: “Be mad all you want, it's my birthday. If I wanna do boring shit on my birthday, I’m finna do it.” You resorted back.

He couldn’t help but bite his lip. Looking away from you and out the door. He was silent for the most part, huffing and puffing. Soon, he turned towards you once again.

Miles: Why you gotta be so damn difficult like this? You know I don’t like that “Ion want to do nothing on my birthday” shit...I need to do something for your birthday. I need to make your birthday special.

You scoffed, and your hands firmly laid on your knees. Your hands going up and down your thigh, a bit agitated and annoyed.

You: Miles, please. Birthdays stopped being special in middle and high school. We both know this, I just don't see birthdays as important anymore.

He let out a deep, frustrated sigh; taking a deep breath, and then sighing once more. Rubbing his face with his hand; the blood-pumping veins etched out on the front of his hands, through his smooth brow-skin, he couldn’t believe that she was being so difficult with him right now.

Miles: “I feel like you’re being difficult with me on purpose...” He finally said out loud, but he tried to play it off by laughing, but there was an irritation in his voice.

You caught the irritation in Miles's voice; you simply held your breath and your tongue, not wanting to go any further into the argument. Really just wanting to go back to what y’all were doing before this even happened.

You: “No, I’m really just being honest with you.” You resorted back once more; condescendingly. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at you. His muscles tensed up, rubbing the back of his neck. He was annoyed, and it was clear on his face. He didn’t believe your excuses, he acknowledged the fact that you were just trying to make him frustrated.

Miles: “Whatever, girl.” He groaned, and then crossed his arms once more, his face looking pissed off and annoyed as if he was dismissing you.

Miles was clearly in his feelings; you stared at him, not him catching an attitude with you. You’ve dealt with Miles's sour-ass attitude before, even over the littlest of things, when Miles was in his feelings, which it always looked to be all the time, his face, in general, would make his attitude known. He got into his feelings more than you did, you've never dealt with a nigga that could easily get caught up in his feelings like this, only Miles though. Besides that, you knew that this was the end of the argument, nothing more really had to be said, Miles wasn't talking, so, why the hell should you?

Getting up from the edge of the bed, the spot you sat in had the indentation of your body, the bed slowly trying to go back into its original form. Walking back over to the unoccupied side of Miles bed where you once laid; picking up your black Raffia Supreme tote bag off the wall, putting the straps over your shoulder, sliding back on your light brown Yeezy slides. Your black socks feeling the confinement of the shoe sliding around your foot, putting an inch to your height, walking away from the side of the bed, making her way back to the front.

Miles still standing out the doorway; resting his forearm above the side of the doorframe, his hand dangled about, his bicep and triceps flexed at his actions, the cut of his muscles apparent. From the raise of his arm leaning onto the doorframe, his other hand eloping past the elastic band of his sweats and underwear.

Miles: “So…you just finna leave?” He nodded his head; the husk of his voice hit a bit of octave, raising an eyebrow at your actions, his eyes darting left and right at your image.

You: “You wanted to catch an attitude with somebody, I don't got time for it.” Nodding your head with sass; meeting Miles's thousand-yard stare, at you.

Miles tilted his head with a face of confusion, wanting to act like he didn't know what you were talking about.

Miles: “Bruh, I ain't got no fucking attitude. I’m just still not understanding why yo real complicated ass don't wanna do anything for your birthday.” He summarised; resting his head on his bicep, his arm still leant on the doorframe, gesturing with his dangled hand.

He really wanted to act like he wasn't acting like a little girl a couple of seconds; this boy.

You: “Bye, Miles.” You said flatly; walking out of his bedroom, grazing his arm as you walked past him.

He gave out a deep, frustrated sigh; sucking his teeth, not wanting to admit he was wrong, nor was you. He groaned, but she ignored him completely and walked out the door; leaving him by himself in his bedroom. He huffed, dragging his large hand down his face, stretching his facial features. His hand stopped at his mouth, leaving his hand there, hearing the sound of the front door to his apartment slamming, hinting that you left.

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Two days later; your friend, Angel came over to your studio apartment. Both of you sitting on your chaise/Orrsta black-blue Finnala 4-seated couch, the warmth of the sunlight hitting y’alls back, as you both kicked back and talked. On your glass cafe table laid white rolling paper and lumps of weed, tiny pieces of the weed scattered on the center of the table from the little metallic herb grinder. Angel sat beside you; as you talked, her tongue occupied, wetting down the edges of the thin paper with her saliva, rolling it down.

You: “Bruh, I remember. That nigga stayed talking, he ain't even make the team, did he?” You laughed; rubbing the sides of your mouth, tears at the corner of your eyes.

Angel got done wrapping her joint, looking back over at you, chuckling herself.

Angel: “And didn't. Nigga should've been talking all that mess.” She added on; putting the thin wrapped joint between her lips, grabbing the lighter off the table, and pushing some of the specks of weed on the table out of the way.

Flicking it on, hovering her hand behind the dimly lit flame, a glowing orange and red raiding the tip of the joint, the sound of the lighter switching off, Angel laying it back on the cafe table. Putting the joint between her index and middle finger, pulling it away from her lips, smoking looting her mouth, blowing O’s, and laying back on the couch.

Angel: “That nigga did entirely too fucking much.” She mentioned; giggling.

You shook your head, lolling your head back on the back of the couch, the sun kissing your melanated skin. The pivot window pivoted from the middle; horizontally, from the hinges mounted in the center of the frame, letting the rays of sunlight seep through. All the windows in the room were slightly ajar, the light breeze whistling in, running its waves through you and Angel’s hair, a moment of silence found y’all’s conversation, the wind bringing harsher winds with its presence.

Angel: “Oh bitch, I almost forgot, whatchu finna do for your birthday? It's coming up.” She smiled; nudging her elbow into your arm.

You turned your head to face Angel; your head still lying on the back of the couch.

You: “Absolutely nothing.” You stated; firmly.

Angel giggled a little bit; raising an eyebrow.

Angel: “Oh, come on, girl...you not going out? You not doing anything with Miles? Nothing?” She sat herself up a bit in her seat.

You: “I do wanna do something with Miles, chill at home. And now he is all up in his feelings cause I told him that yesterday. Saying he wanna spoil me and shit.” You explained; not wanting to go over the same argument you had with Miles, with your friend. Angel squinted her reddened eyes; a slight smirk finding her lips. Raising an eyebrow in surprise.

Angel: “O-okay, so, let me get this straight...you want to stay home on your birthday. Just you and your man, and chill?” Angel wanted to clarify before she proceeded with another question.

Angel: “And you're telling me that Miles is upset because he wants to spoil you?” She snickered.

You: “He just wanna do something nice for me, I understand that and I love him for that. He said it himself, he got money to spend. But, I don't want that, and now he ain't talking to me.” You shrugged; lolling your head to the other side.

Angel: “Damn, girl... he's just a hopeless romantic, and you over here being difficult on him. Poor Miles.” Angel laughed, before puffing on her joint. She kept laughing, teasing you a little bit more.

You smirked and rolled your eyes; Miles wasn't always like that, not until you two spent time with one another, now that Angel even says it, Miles is somewhat of a romantic. You always knew it, but, never spoke about it, even after the first couple of months y’all two started dating. Miles would always either give you a "girl bye, the fuck is you talking about or who you calling soft?” look anytime you’d mention how embarrassed he get from all the praise you’d shower him with, his accent would become more prominent and octave with you.

Him just letting down those walls that he always has up between the two of you; keeping you away from him completely, even if was for a second, it meant something. That he was getting more comfortable with you every second he was with you, you never forced him to talk about stuff he didn't want to talk about, or he wasn't ready to talk about, letting him figure it out for himself, when he was ready, you were always there, ready to talk to him.

You: “Oh, I’m difficult. Now, you sound like him.” You mocked; playfully. Putting a hand over your chest, acting as if you were hurt, but, still sounding a bit surprised.

Angel: “I mean...you are being difficult, girl...let a nigga spoil you.” She smirked, laughing more at the fact that she was starting to sound like Miles.

You: “I don't, I can't. I just don't feel comfortable letting him do that.” You admitted; that just thinking about made you feel some type of way.

Angel looked a bit confused at your statement.

Angel: “What does that even mean? How the hell is it that you can't accept a gift? That man clearly loves and appreciates you!” She revved. Angel was now getting just as annoyed as Miles now...which was funny as hell to her.

You: “I love him too, but he doesn't gotta buy me a damn thing to tell me he appreciates me.” You summarized.

Angel: “Girl, let him just spoil your ass. It's his money.” Angel kept talking, not listening to you at all. She smirked the entire time because it was funny as hell watching how annoyed you were getting over Miles wanting to get you something for your birthday.

That was easy for her to say; you just couldn't find in your mind to let him.

You: “Uh…I’mma think about.” You rolled your eyes; playing with the rigged bottom hem of your cropped wife beater. Angel laughed hard to herself.

Angel: “You better think fast, because that man is not happy. I'm not trying to get on your case or anything, but damn. You need to learn to accept a gift once in a while. Especially from someone you actually love.” She snickered, looking at you.

You parted your lips; about to say something, Angel was right. You loved that boy and he loved you, he just wanted to show you how much he did, and you rejected him.

You: “I know.” You acknowledged, going to have to accept the fact that Miles wanted to do something for your birthday.

Angel: “Well...you better do something. Otherwise, you'll just piss Miles off. Fuck…I am sounding just like that nigga Miles. I gotta calm my ass down.” She said sternly, before checking herself, laughing.

You: “Right.” You smirked; side-eyeing her up and down before looking the other way, chuckling.

Angel: “Whatchu you think you're gonna do? Finally, just accept the gift from your nigga and let him spoil you, or just...not do anything at all and continue being difficult with him?” Angel crossed her arms, the red, orange ombre flame inching down her joint every inhale she took of it.

You: “Maybe; maybe not.” You teased; smiling. Angel squinted her eyes at you; pulling her joint away from her lips.

Angel: “Ugh! You play too fucking much.” She whined; pointing her index at you, the joint between her index and forefinger, smoke hazing from the faintly lit tip. She groaned, shaking her head; just annoyed with you. Then, her phone buzzed.

Angel: “Hold on, a sec…” Angel looked down at her phone, looking at the text message she just received. No more than a millisecond, a smile found her lips and a hint of pink, and red on her cheeks.

You caught her smiling at her phone; bending your head down slightly to see who she texting. Other than her smiling while scrolling through Instagram or TikTok at a funny video. But, girlie was blushing at her phone, no damn video was finna do that, so, the noisy friend you are, you teased.

You: “What? Is it your little boy toy?” You interjected; biting your bottom lip as you smiled, your eyes scanning her face.

Angel put her phone to her chest; looking back at you with a side-eye, red pink still shading her cheek, putting her phone and hands in her lap, laying back her seat.

Angel: “Uh, no.” She scoffed; pouting her lip out a bit. Angel giggled, putting her eyes back down at her phone.

Angel: “I’m lying like shit. Yes, actually.” She admitted; rolling her eyes, and chuckled. Angel kept kicking her feet; while smiling and giggling, looking back down at her phone.

You laughed; shaking your head. Fully turning your body around to face her, resting your arm on the back of the chair, picking your feet off the ground, and putting them on the couch, crossing them.

You: “What’s your boy's name?” You asked; picking your index finger up slightly, pointing and nodding your head to her phone. Angel grinned; rolling her eyes. Angel let out a loud, exasperated sigh before answering you.

Angel: “His name is Damian.” She cheekily referred to him; dragging his name as she said it, smiling ear to ear, laughing to herself. She then tapped away on her phone, before turning it to face you. Showing you a picture on her phone of a handsome, Hispanic guy with a buzz cut with a fade, sporting a nicely, trimmed goatee. He was very muscular and able-bodied, and multiple tattoos littered his skin. He was smiling, looking directly away from the camera. He was wearing a black wife beater and black sweatpants that sagged low a bit, his groin outlined by the empty, flowy space in his sweats.

You: “Oh, okay bitch. Get yours.” You congratulated; leaning back to where you were, Angel pulling her phone back, facing her. Angel snorted with laughter, shaking her head. She looked at the photo of him for a couple more seconds, squealing and batting her eyelashes, geeking over the photo of the nigga she was fucking with, and picked up her head to look at you.

Angel: “He's so fucking fine...I gotta lock this nigga down. Quick. But, girl. You and your nigga need to go back to being on good terms with each other, y’all can't both be petty. Especially, on your birthday.” She advised; playfully nudging her phone at your leg.

You turned your head the other way; mockingly. Raising your arm and started mocking her with your hand, your digits closed together, your thumb hitting your index and middle finger once you separated them from each other. Mouthing the words Angel said to you, rolling your eyes.

You: “Girl, if Miles wanna act petty because I don't wanna do anything on my birthday. So, be it.” You mumbled; pouting your lips, your lip slightly sneering up, shaking your head. Pinching the elastic fabric of your grey leggings, avoided any further conversation on the topic. Angel let out a weary sigh, giving you that "the fuck wrong withchu?" face she always gave you when you caught an attitude, scooting closer to you, seeing your attention on your lap, pinching the fabric of your leggings.

Angel: In his feelings, my ass…look who’s talking, Miss “I Don’t Know How To Accept A Gift From Someone I Love”. She teased; the point of her elbow delved into the couch, resting her head in her hand, looking at you. You groaned; picking your leg up and bringing it up to your chest, swaying it side to side, the heel of your foot delving into the cushion of the couch.

You: “Okay, not too much on me.” You checked; crossing your arms over you chest.

Angel: “Nah, I gotta get on you a little bit. Your man is trying to do something special for you, and your stubborn ass just can’t accept it for some reason.” She implied; putting her hand on the head of your knee, swaying with your leg.

You: “I just don't wanna gift, why’s everyone on my case?” You asked; genuinely confused.

Angel: “Because you got a nice, good man who just wants to do a nice thing for you…” She answered; tilting her head, speaking again.

Angel: “Damn, y/n...a lot of girls would kill to have a man like Miles, and that nigga loves you to death. So, why the hell are you being so difficult? Accept the gift.” Angel begged at this point; not wanting to see her girl and her man at each other throats, just wanting you to enjoy your birthday.

Angel being Angel; she was right. You were being a bit difficult, and as much as you didn't want to admit it, what you and Miles were fighting over was really pointless. He just wanted to do something for you; his girl, his woman, his love, his baby, his everything, his beautiful, black Nubian- (let me stop). And here you are whining and having a sour-ass fucking attitude about it, you should be so lucky a nigga even wanna spend a dime on you, Miles willing to provide for you without hesitation or a second thought.

You: “Hmm, you right. Yeah, I’ll let him…treat me.” You softly assured Angel; smiling. Angel's eyes went big, smiling from ear to ear.

Angel: “That's it, girl! Yes!” Angel laughed and put her hands up as if she just won something.

Angel: “Now, you're going to accept that gift, so you can go back to being sweet, and lovey-dovey with your man.” She teased; biting the bottom of her lip playfully, knowing what she was referring to, you waved her off, and the both of you laughed.

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The next morning fell; the sound of the city coming to life from the outside. Lying down on your bed, you turned your head to face your alarm clock, the time reading 6:30 a.m., turning your head away, closing your eyes, and letting out a tired sigh. You had to get ready for work.

With that out of the way; you got from your laying position on the bed, swinging your feet off the edge of the bed, the warmth of your feet meeting the floor, the feeling of the cold wooden flooring on the bottoms of your feet, groaning at the unfamiliar feeling, the warmth of your feet diminishing, now ice cold. You picked yourself up, standing to your feet, standing up a bit too fucking fast, losing your balance, but catching yourself in time, before making your way to your bathroom.

You took a warm shower; and washed your hair and goodies, brushing your teeth and washing your face while you were in there. Once you were all done purifying yourself; everything is now washed, your mouth, armpits, back, or any other thing on your body that can hold dirt or a foul smell, is now cleansed.

Smelling like candy canes and Christmas; you made your way to your closet, throwing on a white tee and your grey Demin Tears Cotton Wreath Hoodie over your head and your shirt. Jumping into your matching grey Demin Tears Cotton Wreath Sweatpants, grabbing a clean pair of clean white socks and stuffed your foot into your Jordan 3’s "White Cement Reimagined”, tying the shoelace and neat bunny loops.

After you finish getting yourself dressed; you hurried into your laundry room and grabbed your work uniform, it being clean and ready for you to wear, folding your uniform and neatly putting it in your red Raffia Supreme tote bag. Handling your house keys to get back in and your car keys, you finally stepped out of your apartment, locking the door behind you, slipping your house keys into the pockets of your sweats.

You made your way out of your apartment building; the giant fireball in the sky greeted you with its radiant beam of light. Having no choice but to shield your eyes with your hand, the metal split key ring engaged around your index finger, the key and the remote to your car swinging about. As you climbed down the steps of the building you quickly picked your head up to see a familiar figure hanging around in front of the building.

Miles…

He casually leaned back against his black Mercedes; his feet on the curb, crossed over one another, and so were his arms. The circled white tee he wore slightly ruffled at his unfamiliar actions with his arms, his short sleeves crumbled across his biceps, the sleeves rolling up his forearms, his veins racing up the sides. The vibrant court purple of his Nike Tech Fleece Jogger pants, laying slick on his form, Jordan 11 "Space Jams" on his feet.

As you further examined Miles; his attention finally fell on you, his braids following suit, the giant star above the two of you doing him even more justice when it rays down on his brown skin and hazel/brown eyes. The boy didn't look real for a minute, he licked his lips and uncrossed his arms, turning his body slightly to face you, his large hand resting on the roof of his car.

Miles: “M'orin' mami, ¿vas a alguna parte?” (M'orin' mami, going somewhere?) He asked; with a tilt of his head and a small smirk, his braid falling off his broad shoulder, hanging off alone.

Your eyes darted everywhere on Miles; couldn't take your eyes off him if you could, not like you could miss him. The boy was big, standing at a good 6’9, to top that, with all that damn muscle he got, the boy worked out like crazy as if his life depended on it. He was big and fine; and the way he looked at you, sent shivers down your spine, your legs would buckle and you would fall to your knees in front of all these damn white people if you still didn't own that tiny ounce of self-respect you still carried around with you, everywhere you went.

But for him…it was an expectation.

And that low, husky accent; don't fucking play with me. I’d rip off every piece of clothing off that boy (with teeth), go straight feral, but, you kept your composure, like a big girl. Swallowing your pride and shoving your explicit, vivid, X-rated imagination into the back of your head, you spoke.

You: “Yeah. Work.” You answered; bluntly. Crossing your arms, your car keys tucked under your clothed armpit, still wrapped around your index.

Miles looked away and smirked; a low chuckle emanating from his jugular, his Adam’s apple bobbing a bit. Setting his large hands in the pockets of his joggers, turning his head to look back at you, wetting his lips once more, looking you up and down with his hooded gaze.

He got away from his car; casually approaching you, his long legs making long strides over to you, as he got closer it only made you feel nervous. You stood your ground, waiting for him to be front and center before you, he finally stood in front of you, towering over you, looking down at your frame. You both stared at each other for a few seconds, taking each other in, hadn't heard from or seen one another in a good two days, the both of you pettier than the other one.

After a good staring session, Miles leaned down, wanting to be face-to-face with you, his eyes meeting yours. You almost melted; just him looking at you made you feel some type of way, and you wanted to look away, badly. One of y’all finally grew a pair of balls, Miles was the first to break the thick tension and silence between the two of you.

Miles: “No the fuck you not. Not today, not tomorrow, not the next day, shit, not even on yo damn birthday.” He assured you; lowly. Changing plans, apparently, a small smirk finding the corners of his lips.

You cocked your head, a nervous, almost confused smile on appeared on your face. You know you and Angel had that little talk yesterday, but, not Miles telling me I’m not going to work, you had to check that, quick.

You: “Oh, and why’s that?” You asked; your eyes darted left and right on his face.

Miles leaned back up; standing back tall, looking down at you once more. He took one of his hands out of his pockets, and brought it up to his chin, rubbing the sharpness of his jawline.

Miles: “Well, with all due respect, Ma. I thought about what you said the other day, and…I don't really care what you want, especially when it comes to you and your birthday. You say you don't want or wanna do anything for your birthday, but I say otherwise.” He truthfully spoke; removing his hand from his chin, and putting it back in his pocket.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise; Miles always had something smart to say, but this, this is crazy. You stood there for a second in silence, looking up at him as he looked down at you.

You: “Uh…look, Miles…” You started; before you were cut off abruptly by Miles.

Miles grabbed ahold of your tote bag; taking it from your mist, his large hand cradling the straps of your bag in his palms. Turning on his heel, walks back towards his car, grabs the door handle of the passenger seat, and opens it for you. Looking back at you, waiting for you to compile without another exchange of words.

You looked at him; a firmer grip on your car keys than it had prior before.

You: “I promised them I’d be in-”

Miles: “I already called you out of work, and told them you’d needed a couple of days off. Now, get in.” As you tried to excuse yourself; Miles cut you off again. More demanding with his words and tone.

You brought your hand up to the back of your neck and rubbed it; agitatedly. There was no talking yourself out of this one, so, you gave in. Rolling your eyes, you walked over to the curb, where the car resided, parked. Miles was still behind the door, holding it open for you, you looked at him, and at the open car door. Miles stared at you, with that dumb fucking stoic expression he always wearing, his eyes piercing and burning a hole in the middle of your forehead.

You let out a shaky sigh; lowering your head, and sitting in the passenger seat, crossing your arms and legs. Miles closed the door, making his way around the back of the car, putting your tote bag in the back of the car, before getting in the car himself. Turning the key in the ignition, the car started up, his large hand grabbing ahold of the gear shift, putting it in drive.

You: “And…where are we going?” You asked; turning your head to look at him.

Miles didn't say anything for a second; before pulling out of the parking spot.

Miles: “You’ll see. Don't ask too many damn questions, a’ight?” Miles finally answered you; looking over at you for a second.

You scoffed and furrowed your eyebrows. Like that was gonna happen.

You: “Mm-hmm.” You mumbled; rolling your eyes before turning your attention back out to the window.

Miles looked back at the road; this was going to be a long ride.

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✪ Thank you for reading this; it's not my first time writing this, and it is a bit long, but forgive me, there will be a Part 2. But, that’s only if y’all desire a second one (I really wanna do it, this shit was fun, ngl).

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Merry Christmas

Jason Todd X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst.

Words:1220

Arthur's notes! I don't know if someone can actually anonymously recommend someone for adoption but in this story it's possible. Pic below is not mine! It's from webtoon only used to help set the theme.

Tyler ask Y/N a question which leads to Jason finding out what his brother did for him.

Jason and Tyler get back into the car having just gotten the papers for his wife to sign. Tyler smiled to himself hoping it would make her happy. Jason sees his son was obviously anxiously thinking about her reaction.

"you think she'll cry?" Jason asked Tyler

"oh yeah. You bawled for hours when I asked you to adopt me" Tyler reminded him

"I did.. Not bawl. It was just a few tears"

"if you call sobbing a few tears" Tyler laughed at his dad's denial.

Jason rolled his eyes. He, really was emotional that day. He still barely could believe that Tyler is his son. That he had all he ever wanted.

Christmas eve. The Todd family made their way to Wayne Manor. Jason parks the car by the other's.

She smiled to Tyler as he quickly left the car to run inside. Both her husband and her son avoided her completely. She wondered why. Unaware they both can't stand to lie or keep secrets from her.

"what are you two up to?" she casually asked

"sorry babe. I can't say a word. I made a promise and no matter how much I hate not telling you I gotta keep these lips you love sealed"

She chuckled softly kissing his lips she genuinely did love. The couple come inside greeted by everyone. Presents were being opened with hugs and loving words. Y/N sits beside her husband holding his hand. Tyler looks to Jason. He winked to his son.

"I got you something" Tyler said to Y/N giving her a, envelope

"oh sweetie you didn't have to get me anything" she sweetly said

Everyone suddenly became quiet as she opens it.

"read it out loud!" Tyler said watching intently

"ok.... Dear Y/N. I hope this means a lot to you, as you mean a lot to me. You make me laugh when I'm upset. You love me even when I lash out or do something I know I shouldn't. I was happy that you made my dad happy, but overtime you also made me happy. You helped me heal after losing my mom. You made cookies with me. You care about me and take care of me--" Y/N's eyes shake, she clears her throat "you are always there for me and you look out for me. I love you so very much Mom-" Y/N begins to cry, Jason holds her hand "with all of that said, that isn't enough to describe how amazing you are. I really want to ask you. Will you adopt me?"

Y/N dramatically nodded unable to keep still as she cried. Tyler hugs her tightly. She wraps her arms around him gently rocking side to side. She kissed his head. Jason smiled nearly crying himself. Everyone smiled to the family.

"merry Christmas Mom" Tyler said with a tear in his eye

"merry Christmas baby" she cried

After the papers had been officially signed. Tyler sat beside his mom holding onto her still. Jason made his way to the kitchen to grab a handful of snacks.

"you've been quiet" Bruce said to his oldest son

"I'm just glad it all worked out for him" Dick softly smiled eating a few chips

Jason stopped mid step listening intently, without being noticed by them

"you had a large hand in ensuring it would" Bruce said proudly to Dick

"it was just a little letter encouraging the adoption agency he'd be a good father..." Dick humbled himself.

"that letter you wrote helped more than you realize. You never told Jason?" Bruce asked

"no I didn't.. I doubt he even knows there was a letter written for his behalf.. But I don't need him to know.. He's happy and he's OK.. He's not suffering that's what matters"

"that's what matters for all of you" Bruce smiled to his son

"I know Dad" Dick said with a small smile.

Jason couldn't breath. He swallows hardly and steps to the balcony. He shuts the doors, as the cold wind touches his face. Dick cared. He really cared about him.

Jason sighed heavily, knowing all he had done to his brother. He yelled at him. He even said he hated him. Dick didn't do his best in welcoming him back. Neither one made much effort until recent years and even then.. It wasn't the same.

Dick sees Jason outside by himself his arms folded tightly over his tightening chest. Dick opens the door, hoping Jason wouldn't shut him out. Jason quickly tried to force himself to relax but Dick knew something was definitely bothering him...

"hey, Jay. You ok?" he asked shutting the door behind him

"yeah.. Time to watch movie's?" Jason casually asked

"just a, few minutes.. Alfred sent me to rally everyone and you're the lucky last"

"lucky huh?" Jason scoffed to himself

"you're sure you're alright Little-wing?" he asked again

Just then Jason flashbacks to being Robin. He had ran off on patrol by himself without a word to Bruce or Alfred. Nightwing came home once the search had gone on for a few hours. Dick found his little brother holding his bleeding wound. It was the first moment they had together without arguing with each other. As Dick bandaged his wounds

"why do you care?" he remembers asking "you want to prove your better than me"

To which his older brother replied "Jay I do care. I know I've been a, lousy big brother mainly because Bruce didn't... Tell me about you at all and I guess.. I didn't know how to be a, big brother but I'm learning.. Just like you're learning going out on patrol by yourself is a VERY, VERY bad idea. Plus just so you know I was not the best Robin as you may think.. If you want to we can try this, again Little-Wing?"

Dick looks to Jason seeing that familiar guilted expression.. The same when he, was Robin...

"Jason talk to me" Dick pleads

"why didn't you tell me?" he sighed with dread, hating to sound emotional in front of his brother.

The detective then realized he had overhead his conversation with their Dad...

"I thought if I did you'd think it was only out of guilt but that was only a, slimmer of it.. I just.. I want you to be OK and to have the joy that I do.. Whether if you knew what I did or not didn't matter to me.. So long as you were OK"

"guess I owe you" Jason scoffed

"you don't owe me anything Little-Wing.. C'mon let's get in before they start looking for us" Dick encouraged "or start my favorite Christmas movie without me!"

"Dick every Christmas movie is your favorite Christmas movie" Jason accused

The brothers walk inside together headed for the family room. Jason playfully shoves Dick against the doorframe walking ahead into the room. Dick kicked Jason's ankle nearly tripping him. Dick was still startled as Jason moved to punch him but Jay stopped. Only wanting to joke around with him. The two brothers softly laugh, both making their way to their families.

"there you are big guy" Y/N greets to her husband as he sits beside her and he ruffled Tyler's hair "where were you?" she asked whispering

He shrugged with a small smile "just talking with my brother"

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goodnightwednesday · 1 year

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Midnight Rain

Part II:

Pairing: Wednesday x Female Character

Rating: Teen

A/N: This is an au I thought of inspired by the Taylor Swift song Midnight Rain and the Grumpy x Sunshine trope. This will also be written from Wednesdays pov!

Summary: You’ve started at Nevermore Academy the same time as Wednesday in the middle of the semester, and you and Wednesday have formed a connection. She’s intrigued by you since she’s never come across a witch. As much as Wednesday would like to be closer to you she’ll never admit it.She fights to protect you as weird things begin to happen at Nevermore.

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I ran over to (Y/N) as Tyler ran briskly back into the Weathervane.

“What did he do to you.” I demanded as I extended my arm to help her up.

“I was asking him what’s been going on with him lately to try and help you with your investigation. See if I could get any information and he completely flipped and pushed me down. I guess he thought nobody was watching.” She responded as she stood.

I felt my blood started to boil and not in the excruciating way I usually enjoy.

“I’m going to kill him. A slow and painful death.” I said sternly once she was on her feet.

“No! I don’t want you to get yourself in any trouble I’m fine really.” the words tumbled out of her mouth and that’s when I noticed the open wound on her shoulder.

“You’re bleeding. Usually I enjoy the sight of blood and pain. Are you okay?” my face and voice still monotone, though I was worried she grimaced in pain.

“Can you just help me…please?” there was a desperation in her eyes.

“Fine let’s go get you cleaned up, where’s your dorm room?”

“What about Enid? Shouldn’t we tell her we’re leaving?” She asked concerned.

It was shocking how much she cared about other people. Even when she was the one with a cut shoulder and bleeding she still asked about Enid.

“Enid should been fine I’m sure she’s somewhere with Ajax.” I responded.

Thing climbed up on (Y/N) hood shoulder and have her a soothing pat to let her know she’d be alright as the walked away from the Weathervane.

I gave Tyler a glare through shop window catching his eye. This isn’t over.

“Thing go find Enid and tell her to meet me in our dorm as soon as possible. Go.” I demanded

Thing scurried off to find alert Enid of what happened.

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She starting walking in the direction of her dorm room and followed in suit. There was comfortable silence between us, nothing but the sound of dead leaves under our feet as we walked along the pavement. Even from behind I could tell she was in pain by the way she gripped her shoulder.

“You should hex him you know.” I say after a few minutes of silence.

“I don’t want to be mean, though he does deserve it. I guess I was wrong about Tyler.” she sighed.

“You’re too nice for your own good. Even Enid has a bite when she’s mad.”

“Yeah I’ve seen her use her claws a few times.” she chuckled dryly.

We walked up the stairs of her building in silence. Her dorm was located in Eleanor Hall on the top floor.

“Eleanor….like the Edgar Allen Poe story?” I asked.

“Yep, Enid said every dormitory hall here is named after a literary character. Like Ophelia Hall and the girl who committed suicide, where your room is.” she explained as she unlocked her door.

“Interesting”

She opened the door to a single room. It was half the size of mine, seeing as it was only meant for one resident instead of two. It was decorated in dark colors. It looked like a mix between Enid and mines room. There were forest greens, maroons, navy blue, royal purple, burnt orange and more. A tapestry with a moon hung over her bed and the room was covered in rich green plants.

“As much as I hate color I don’t mind your room. It doesn’t give me the headache Enids monstrosity gives me.” I tell her, as something furry wines it’s way between my legs.

A gray kitten walks around my feet briefly before jumping onto the desk knocking into a display of crystals and spreading what’s looks to be a tarot deck on the floor.

“Thanks! I still like color but I prefer things a bit darker or muted you could say.” She responds as she walks fully into the room and searches the closet for something.

“Who is that?” I ask walking into the room behind her hesitatingly.

“Oh that’s Pumpkin! She’s my familiar, every witch has one though cats are most common. They’re sort of a spirit guide in a way. They keep you safe and aid you as you learn witchcraft.” The kitten makes her way over to (Y/N) begging for attention.

“It’s awfully loud when it screeches like that.”

“Yeah she’s still learning because she’s so young. Think of her as my version of Thing I guess.” she says petting the cat with her hood arm.

I sat on the edge of the bed as she hands me a first aid kit she pulled from the closet. She positions herself next to me on the bed facing me so I could patch up the wound.

“Thank you for doing this.” (Y/N) said as I cleaned and disinfected the wound prepping it for stitching.

“Don’t thank me. I’m merely helping because I enjoy the feeling of sticking needles through skin.” I say as I thread the needle in and out stitching the wound closed.

“Don’t do that Wednesday. Don’t pretend like you don’t care about the people around you.” she says glancing at her arm and moving it to make sure the stitches don’t come loose.

I put the supplies back in their box and make a move to get and leave. She grabs my wrist and everything inside lurches like my organs are threatening to come out.

“I know what you’re doing. You put walls up to hide the vulnerable parts of yourself. People want to know you Wednesday.” she says as she looks at me with the softness gaze I’ve seen.

I yank my wrist back. “I assure you that I’ll take care of Tyler. He’s gonna pay for doing this. I know he’s up to something I just don’t know what.” I say my gaze slipping slightly at the sight of her.

“Careful I might start thinking you care about me.” She teased.

“Never.” I retort my eyes hardened, giving nothing away. “See what you can do about finding some spells to help me.” I call as I make my way to the door to find Enid.

“Will do, and thanks again! I’ll throw in a love spell to if you want!” she yells.

“I’ll kill you.” I say shutting the door behind me. I make my way toward Ophelia Hall to meet Enid and start plotting various ways to murder Tyler on the way.

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“OMG is (Y/N) okay??” Enid asked bugged eyed and frantic as she paced the length of the room.

Unfazed and unmoving I replied “She’s fine I ditched the wound.”

With her hand on her chest she let out a big sigh of relief. “What are we going to do about Tyler? Should we tell Principal Weems?”

“WE will do nothing. I will handle it. Principal Weems won’t do anything. He’s a normie she has no authority over him and would blame it on the outcasts.” I explain.

I already have Thing tailing Tyler and reporting back to me with any unusual behavior.

“I will go handle Tyler tomorrow. I’ve already got a growing list of all the ways I could murder him.” I say with a slight sly devious smile.

“Oooo sounds to me like you care about (Y/N)!!” she exclaimed jumping up and down.

“I care about finding the truth. I don’t have time for pitiful things like dating and feelings. I’ll leave that to my parents.” I say disgusted crossing the room removing my black platforms and putting on my oversized black hoodie.

Enid picks up her phone and sprawls on her bed typing furiously. “You should ask (Y/N) on a date I bet she likes you too and would love some cheering up.”

“I already said I don’t date. I have a mystery to solve. Besides I’m the furthest thing from cheery.” I say taking a seat at my desk.

“(Y/N) agrees you’re a black hole of emotion. She just texted me about it. You should get a phone so it’d be easier to talk to you.” Enid says as if she’s stating a well known fact rather than an opinion.

“I refuse to be a slave to technology. Now shut up I need quiet time to draw up plans for tomorrow and how I’m gonna deal with Tyler.” I retorted resting my hands on the keys of my typewriter preparing to get to work.

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Hours had passed. I was still typing on my typewriter only now I was working on my novel. Enid was across the room painting her nails and humming quietly to herself. Which frankly I didn’t mind surprisingly. Thing had returned with no news of anything suspicious going on with Tyler. Weird. Then suddenly there was noise coming from the round spiderwebbed window. Enid and I both hoped up to stand in the middle of the room prepared for whatever was gonna come through the window.

A figured crawled through the window that swung open forcefully.

“Hey guys.” (Y/N) greeted in a cheery tone.

I rolled my eyes and sighed “Of course” I walked back to my desk and began typing away again.

“Howdy! How’s your shoulder?” Enid asked.

“Better now that Wednesday patched me up.” She said straightening out her outfit. She walked to my side and made herself comfortable on my bed. Picking up my copy of Frankstein she had started reading last time she was here.

Enid made her way back to her bed to continue to paint her nails and listened to the conversation that ensued.

“Why are you here. And how are you so bubbly after what happened.” I demanded glancing over at her.

“I was lonely by myself and I choose to be positive Wednesday. You should try it sometime.” she said looking up from her book smiling sweetly.

“You’re like sunshine, too bright, annoying, and hard to be around.” I responded as ended a chapter of my novel and put it in the top drawer of the victorian style desk.

“I’ll take that as a compliment my little storm cloud.” she said back all too sweetly. It made those spiders in my stomach crawl again. The thought of her calling me her storm cloud.

“I’m actually here because I learned a few spells and wanted your input on which ones you’d think be useful against Tyler.” she continued.

I looked at her with a murderous glint in my eyes. “Do tell.” She sat the book down and got settled on the bed as I sat in my desk chair arms folded. Enid had crossed the room to sit in the edge of the bed intent on being part of the plan. (Y/N) began rattling off what she had researched and what might work best. Enid and I sat listening intently.

Usually I work alone but both Enid and (Y/N) argued what they could do and proved they could be useful. Thing had also insisted his size and stealth could be of use.

“You’ve all brought up fair points. I’ve got a plan.” I began to instructed them on where and what to do the following morning to inact revenge.

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A/N: This chapter is a bit longer, Im really trying to draw things out and give plenty of detail and story. Let me know if you guys enjoyed this part, Give me some feedback and things you’d like to see!

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #netflix #wenclair #wednesday and enid #wednesday netflix #wednesday x reader #wlw #lesbian #bisexual #nevermore #Thing #witch #tim burton #midnight rain #jenna ortega #fanfic

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creature-phases · 1 year

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For my Blue Hood AU:

A few months after meeting the batfam Tim ends up babysitting Tyler one day. Jason had an emergency and couldn’t get the regular babysitter, plus Tyler and Tim get along really well.

Tim gets a call from Kon asking if he wants to help with a mission. Tim says no and accidentally lets it slip that he’s “babysitting his nephew”

Immediately realizes his mistake.

Within a minute or so Bart, Cassie, and Kon are all in Jason’s apartment in full costume.

Tyler is beyond ecstatic.

They’re like “he isn’t your nephew, Tim. He’s our nephew now.”

#blue hood au #Tyler dc #Jason Todd #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #dc comics

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alicepooryorick · 11 months

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Yeah yeah we've all heard about Wayne Family Adventures. What I want is the Todd Family Adventures with all of Jason's various kids.

Will

Duela Dent

Sasha (Scarlett)

Tyler (Blue Hood)

Lmk if I'm missing anyone.

#dc #batman #comics #wayne family adventures #WFA #jason todd #red hood #duela dent #Sasha #Scarlett #Blue Hood

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all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone · 4 days

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Ghost of You

@otto-troy idk Tyler origin story?? Let me know what you think. Also I wrote this at like 2am so please excuse any misspellings or mistakes lol this also ran away from me lol, sorry it’s long

Laurel was stood at the car with a few others looking over the map of the area listening to the talking that went on between Morgan and the leader of the small group they been traveling with for a few days, almost a week now. Joshua was his name. Lyn and Morgan had come across his group while they traveled and well Morgan thought it would be a good idea for Laurel to socialize for awhile, considering...well considering everything that had happened. Lyn thought it was a shit idea. She was better, but she was still constantly on edge and she hated being around people considering the one person she wanted to be around wasn't there anymore. But they had offered a tent to her and one for Morgan as well, so it was nice to sleep someplace nice. Joshua had a moving caravan that his people traveled with and they would settled in a place for a few days like they were doing now. Currently they were trying to divide up the places to scout out and search for supplies while the rest of the camp rested. Lyn had volunteered not being very good at sitting still.

Her hair was still cut short, a little shorter than her shoulders. Enough for her to braid it back or put it up in a small ponytail. She wore her leather jacket, with black jeans and her boots. Her machete at her side, a pistol on her belt.

"I'll take that area." Lyn said pointing to a town near the map, it was small, should be easy to scout and bring back anything she could find, "I can leave now and get there and back before nightfall." She glanced at Morgan who nodded gently.

"I'll go with you." A voice spoke up from the other side of Joshua and Laurel raised her eyes, looking at the tall blonde male. She internally groaned but held her breathe a bit. It was Tyler. He was around her age, taller than her, although not taller than Troy was. But he was perhaps a bit bigger than the Otto. Tyler had been hanging around Laurel a lot since she and Morgan first joined the group, Lyn didn't know why and she didn't really care. She just wanted him to stop. She avoided him at any cost, often resorting to eating in her own tent, or just getting up early in the morning and getting to any chores to help with so she would be busy and Tyler wouldn't bother her. But the man was persistent, taking any chance to be around her, sitting next to her at the fire, helping her with things. Laurel had told him to get lost several times but, well he hadn't seem to understand the message.

"I'll be fine." Lyn said matter of factly before grabbing a walkie form the hood of the car and tucking it into her belt, "it'll be faster if I go alone."

"We don't know the area." Tyler pointed out, looking at Laurel with blue eyes, "it would be safer if we go together, in case you get hurt."

A scoff left Laurels lips as she stared at Tyler staring at him in annoyance, "I won't get hurt, believe me. I'll be fine." Although before either of them spoke again Joshua did.

"We go out in pairs." The leader said firmly as Laurel clenched her teeth, out of annoyance and also to keep herself from saying something stupid. She mumbled a quiet fine and grabbed the map, folding it up and shoving it into her pack before taking off in the direction of the town not waiting for Tyler. He would only want to strike up a conversation and in those moments, Laurel finally understood Troy's urge to shove people to walkers. Lyn heard Tyler jog to catch up with her and fall into step beside her as he swung his pack over his shoulder. Laurel just kept walking, ignoring any attempts Tyler made at talking, not responding. He was talking, but Lyn wasn't listening, he was just white noise at this point.

"Hey Lyn." Tyler's voice finally broke through as he grabbed at her shoulder. Laurel came to a stop and whirled around, jumping at his touch, quickly pushing his hand away. Tyler held his hands up, "hey." He said softly, "are you okay?"

"What?" Lyn blinked staring at him, trying to remember anything he has said in the last half hour or so.

"I asked if you were okay." Tyler said softly and lowered his hands, "you haven't said anything this entire walk." He looked at her in concern. Laurel sighed and shook her head, glancing around, watching their surroundings, "so?"

Tyler gave a short shrug, "I just...well I just wanted to check if you were okay." He looked over her, and Lyn felt something knot inside her. She hated the way Tyler looked at her. He wasn't exactly subtle about it. It mirrored the way Troy looked at her, but it wasn't the same, and it never felt the same.

"I'm fine." Laurel said dryly and turned to keep walking, "what were you saying?" Tyler took a moment before following her.

"I was asking where you were from." The taller man said with a light shrug, "don't really know much about you. Thought we could get to know one another better since it seems like you and Morgan might be sticking around." Laurel groaned internally but she knew if she didn't at least chime in Tyler would just keep bugging her.

"I'm from California." Lyn finally answered after a moment, "I grew up in Irvine, and then moved to Santa Clara when I was around sixteen."

"Why'd you move?" Tyler asked without missing a beat. Resigning her fate of having a conversation with Tyler during this run.

"My mom got remarried and we moved in with my step-dad." Laurel replied as she reached into her bag, pulling out the map to check their surroundings. They were closer now, and so far they hadn't run into any trouble which was good. Maybe things would be easy and they could get in, find supplies and get out. The rest of the way Tyler had insisted on asking her questions about her life, her childhood whatever the hell he could think of. Lyn gave minimal answers, not going into detail and steering away from...certain aspects of her childhood. Eventually the two finally reached the town and went about looking through the stores. So far they hadn't found anyone, living or dead, but had found some supplies here and there.

Currently the pair were in a general store, or what used to be one. Tyler had found a stash of some cans he was loading into his pack while Laurel was searching the small pharmacy for anything useful, one never knows what one might find, so she still checked even though the store looked pretty picked over.

"Find anything?" Tyler called.

Laurel picked up a container and began to dig through it, "not yet. It's pretty empty back here." She sighed and began searching the shelves. There were a lot of empty packages and expired medicine. She moved to the back counter, opening up some cupboards, grabbing at some bottles of pills. Penicillin, that was always helpful. Her head turned as she heard a sound, although before she could react a walker was on top of her. Laurel let out a yelp as she slammed back against the ground, pushing back against the walkers shoulders as it snarled and lunged at her. Lyn grunted looking for her machete, but she couldn't see it...She looked back up at the walker, looking at its teeth. Struggling to bite into her...maybe she should let it? If the creature got to her neck...well she would be dead in seconds. In a matter of seconds she would be back with him. Her eyes would close and finally when they opened again they would see him. It was just a few seconds when her breathe slowed and she seemed more calm, debating her choices.

Although before she could choose how to react, the walker had a knife in its skull, and died. Laurel’s breath left her lips in a rushed breath. She was hauled to her feet so quickly it almost made her dizzy. Tyler had her by the arms, talking to her, checking her for bites but her ears were ringing as she just stared at the walker.

“Hey, hey,” Tyler said urgently, placing a hand on Laurels cheek, forcing her to look at him, “are you okay?” He asked firmly.

Lyn felt the emotions bubbling up in her chest, and she felt the sting of the tears that began to gather in her eyes. She didn’t speak just nodding as she fought the urge to cry.

“It’s okay,” Tyler said with a relieved breath and quickly pulled Lyn into a hug. Holding her tight as he repeated the phrase, “it’s okay” several more times. Laurel closed her eyes and hug onto him for a moment letting out soft sobs as she cried into his shoulder. The tears and emotions too much to hold in for the moment as she sobbed. Tyler held her close, mumbling soft words to her hair while he listened to her cry. He kissed the top of her head slowly, then down to her cheek briefly. Finally he pulled away from Lyn for a moment when her sobs had subsided and stared at her for a moment. Then without missing a beat he placed a hand on her cheek, sliding her fingers into her hair before leaning in, pressing his lips to hers in a rather deep kiss.

Laurel surged backwards immediately, backpedaling into the wall behind her. Her eyes wide with shock, although the shock quickly turned to anger, “what the fuck!” She hissed and surged forward shoving Tyler back and storming past him out of the shop. She heard Tyler calling for her but she ignored him and just kept walking wanting to her as far away from him as possible.

Tyler and Laurel made the walk back to camp in silence. Lyn didn’t want to look at him, and thankfully Tyler had kept his distance and kept his mouth shut. That was until they were closer to camp. Lyn could see their camp as they walked through the forest. Then she felt Tyler grab her arm and turn her towards him. She pulled her arm away from his, staring at him.

“What?” Lyn demanded, her tone sharp and annoyed.

“What happened back there?” Tyler asked gently, “I mean…”

Laurel raised an eyebrow, “what happened back there? You kissed me!” She hissed, “and you’re lucky I didn’t break your nose.”

Tyler let out a laugh a disbelief, “yes I kissed you. And you ran away like I was on fire or something. So I kissed you. What was wrong with that?”

“I’m married.” Lyn said firmly, her tone darkening as she glared at Tyler, “you know that.”

“I know you were married. Two years ago.” Tyler insisted stepping closer to Laurel, “come on, you can’t tell me your still holding a torch for someone whose been dead for that long” He shook his head with a laugh, “I mean, come on. You can’t have a relationship with a ghost.”

“Fuck you,” Lyn said softly, her voice low and dark as she stared up at Tyler, “you don’t know the first thing about me. Or him.” She turned to leave but Tyler caught her hand again.

“I know you can’t be alone forever.” Tyler said firmly, his grip on her wrist tighter this time so she couldn’t pull away.

“Let me go,” Lyn warned shaking her head, “I mean it Tyler. Let. Me. Go.” She swallwoed but he didn’t.

“We can be something.” Tyler said, staring at her, “you don’t have to be alone. You can be with me. I mean the guy is dead. It’s time to get over it.” He tugged her closer in one swift movement and leaned in as if he meant to kiss her again. Although this time Laurel reacted quicker. She shoved him back, ripping her hand from his grasp and then the next moment, she swung at him. Her fist connecting to his nose with a harsh smack.

Tyler stumbled back holding his nose, “what the hell?!” He exclaimed paining lacing his voice.

“What the hell?!” Laurel echoed his words before surging forward and hitting at Tyler again, not exactly punching him, but hitting him with her hands, “what the hell was that?! What the hell were you doing?! What the fuck?!” She demanded as she kept yelling and hitting him. Tyler let out grunts of pain, trying to grab her arms to get Lyn to stop hitting him but she wouldn’t it. Just hitting and yelling at him. Soon enough, their altercation attracted more of the camp and Morgan and Joshua with a few others ran over.

Laurel yelled while Morgan pulled her off of Tyler. Joshua and a few others had rushed over as well trying to figure out what happened. All of them, staring at Lyn as if she was some sort of animal. Lyn continued to cry and yell, struggling against Morgan as he tried to talk to her, to get her to hear him, but she didn't. She couldn't. Thrashing against Morgan, rage burning through her, she fought to get free. To hit something again, Tyler, anything. Although she slowed her struggled for a moment as she gasped in a breath, her lungs burning. But it wasn't the struggle of air that made her stop. Or Morgans calls to her, nor Joshuas shouts. No.

It was the figure leaned up against one of the trees around the camp that caught her attention. Laurel stared at the figure, several feet away from her, first she had just seen it from the corner of her eyes and then...her gaze settled on him. Tall and slender. Dressed in dark green cargo pants and a soft grey t-shirt. The shirts she would steal when he wasn't paying attention and wear for the day, or sleep in. His dark brown hair, pushed away from his face in soft curls. The curls Laurel run her fingers through when he was stressed, when she was anxious and needed comfort. When they would lay in bed in their trailer and read. He looked back at her with blue eyes, the eyes she could happily drown in. He wore a soft smile, gentle but amused, almost charmingly silly. The kind of smile he would save just for her. The kind of smile he gave her when he would return to their trailer and walk in on Lyn dancing around the trailer to music being played by a small boombox she had found on a run. He would at her like she was the most ridiculous person in the world, and then get dragged into dancing with her for a bit.

Troy

Laurel felt the air leave her lips as she finally stopped thrashing, her eyes latched onto the figure. Her husband. Leaning against a tree, and smiling at her like he had never left. She was afraid to blink, that if she would break eye contact with him he might disappear. Pushing at Morgan's hands, she tried to get free. To run to Troy. Although a few moments after she had stopped actively fighting Morgan in such a violent way, Joshua had approached. Seeing his chance he had slammed the heel of his rifle against Laurel's head. Knocking her out cold in one swift moment, Laurel crumbled to the ground.

~*~

Laurels vision was fuzzy once she woke. She opened her eyes slept and blinked, the light hurting her eyes. A groan escaped her lips as she tried to move, her head ached.

“Take it easy,” a voice said, Morgan’s voice, “you took quite a hit.” Lyn turned her head to see Morgan sitting in the tent with her. His words echoing in her head, right…she cursed mentally and closed her eyes for a moment before sitting up.

“Yeah it hurts.” Laurel sucked in a breath as she gently touched her hand to her head before looking at Morgan, suddenly feeling ashamed for what she did, “sorry…”

“No need to apologize.” Morgan said with a shake of his head, “Tyler explained what happened. He should be the one to apologize.” He looked at Lyn, “are you okay?”

“Peachy…” Laurel sighed and closed her eyes again.

“Joshua wants us to leave.” Morgan said, “but I think I can talk him into letting us stay.”

“Don’t bother,” Lyn’s eyes snapped open again, “I don’t want to stay. I’m getting the hell out of here Morgan.” She looked at him, “no way in hell I’m staying here.” Lyn guessed Morgan seemed to have some understanding because he didn’t argue and just nodded.

“Then we should get our stuff and head out before it’s dark.” Morgan said and stood, “I’ll grab your bag. Just take it easy.” He said and left the tent. A long breath left Laurels lips as she dipped her head down, leaning her arms against her knees.

“Hey,” His voice echoed and she groaned.

“What do you want?” Lyn asked lifting her gaze to find Tyler standing outside of the tent she was in. The first thing she noted was the bandaged on his black and blue nose. She couldn’t help but smirk, it looked broken.

“I just uh,” Tyler cleared his throat, “I just figured I should apologize.”

“Oh your just figured that?” Lyn asked tilting her head to the side, “how smart.” She sighed and stood up. She grabbed her jacket and tugged it on, feeling Tyler’s eyes on her the entire time.

“You’re really okay with what, being alone for the rest of your life?” Tyler asked staring at her, “tied to a ghost?”

Lyn swallowed as she took a few steps towards the entrance of the tent and looked at Tyler, her gaze surprising softly, the same with her voice, “I…I’d rather have the ghost of him, than someone, anyone else.” She looked at Tyler who stared back at her, “if the ghost of him is all I have. It’s all I want.” Her hand went to the wedding ring that hung around her neck, and she held it for a moment. Swallowing the pain that was rising in her throat.

“You’re lucky he’s just a ghost.” Lyn said stopping beside Tyler as she walked out of the tent, the softness gone from her voice, “because if he was here,” she said staring at him, “he’d break every bone in your body after that shit you pulled.” Lyn paused briefly, “and I’d let him.” She looked away and walked over to where Morgan was waiting. Lyn took her bag and swung it over her shoulder and followed Morgan away from the camp. Tyler watching her as she left until he couldn’t see her anymore.

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