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rebouks · 6 months

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Okay, so I'm being completely self-indulgent here but I went on a little foray and dug up a load of old posts n' such to go thru Wyatt's journey n' pick out some important moments/juicy tidbits so uh.. here it is if you're interested 😆

Major Somnium spoilers if you haven't read it yet tho so be warned...

The first hint of genuine emotion/doubt we see cross Wyatt's face, and it's about his father.. hmmmmm, also to be noted is that even if he did up sticks n' go to work with Ash, he wouldn't have been free of anything, least of all his father's judgement!

The infamous Silas scene, yikes.. two things here, anytime he mentions it, it's not Wyatt's reach, always Arturo's! Like Oscar said recently, he doesn't have any connections now that he's gone (and Ashton, so.. oops) Second of all, Bruno DID understand.. which is interesting. Wyatt's family may not have been any relation to Bruno by blood, but they were still his found family for a long time and he n' Wyatt didn't much care for each other either, but they knew one another pretty well (what they showed each other anyway aha..) So yeah, he didn't LIKE it, but he UNDERSTOOD.. much to Ivan's dismay 🙈

Wyatt pretty much admits here that he's pretending his way through life.. which is SUPER fun to look back on, 'cause we all took him at face value here, but who's to say it wasn't just another act? 🤷‍♂️ He learnt to look at the world through calculated logic at a very young age.. and he's kinda right, if you observe everything & everyone else from a neutral standpoint, it's pretty interesting what you can see that you might've missed if you were too angry, sad etc.. to notice...

Did anyone believe Wyatt when he said he would leave Joslyn's kids out of it? 'Cause he was telling the truth.. maybe she should'a called his bluff. An easy bargaining chip, never to be played.

After learning of Oscar's plan, Wyatt decides to help him.. why? I don't think he's sure at this point, he just knew he'd had enough of his father's disrespect and wanted to fuck him over.

This is suuuper interesting, mostly because of Bruno's "no".. he's a bit of a hypocrite ngl, cos he knew more than Wyatt, and for longer, that what he, Artie n' co. were up to was wrong, yet he stuck with them, protected them and continued to work for them anyway. The difference between them tho, is that Arturo respected and trusted Bruno enough that he would've let him leave if he wanted to, but he didn't.. and Wyatt never had that luxury ⚆_��

In this scene we (I think?) first got a glimpse into Wyatt's brain, and I particularly like this part...

Although he wanted to prove to Arturo that he had been right, he knew he couldn’t risk it. Doing so would only reveal his own betrayal. It should have been satisfying, but Wyatt could already feel himself shrinking under his father’s cold, piercing gaze as he realised his own son had deceived him so immeasurably. He didn’t need to know; his demise would be satisfying enough, it had to be.

Simply because as it turned out, it wasn't satisfying at all.. and Arturo was already well aware of his own son's involvement at this point, double yikes.

So everything's gone to shit but Wyatt/Darien are still sitting pretty with Ashton.. but why is it sad boi hours? Why doesn't it feel right? Hmmmmm.. I like this scene because Wyatt's pretty much lost his whole family and yet.. is he sad? He doesn't think so, not really. It's kinda the start of him "waking up" so to speak, with no one left to live "for" and no one to impress, please or serve he's lost at sea! It's fun, because honestly at this point he could have slotted neatly into life in Del Sol. He could've worked with Ash, business as usual, new connections and protections, lotsa women, lotsa money and power..... and yet.. it doesn't feel right? 🤔 HMMMMMMMMMMM

Thanks to Brynn's help, Wyatt finally comes face to face with the reality of his actions. It's interesting for so many reasons.. first of all, he'd always kept the details at bay, 'cause that's what he was used to, what was easier, what he was taught to do.. business isn't personal, right Pookie? 🙈 and Ashton hadn't exactly told the whole truth either, making out like the girls would work for him (which ig they would in a way, at least some of em.. but it's definitely worse than Wyatt assumed, which I think can show how naive he could still be sometimes) but with no daddy around to answer to/impress, and no one left to pretend to, Wyatt suddenly NEEDED to know and there was no one left to persuade him otherwise.

Love this scene.. Wyatt's still a little demented isn't he, taking sadistic pleasure in fucking someone over, but at least this time he's on the right fkin side. Look at that smirk.. ohhh Ashton you are fucked, but please enjoy your sauna whilst you can 😁

So it's been a few years at this point and Wyatt's had a hell of a lot of time to think, and a lot of distance from his old life. He doesn't really know who he is at the moment, but he's kinda learning to just BE instead of pretending all the time.. kinda scary, tho a little less so when you've adopted a cute old neighbour who invades your space with his genuine care and good advice. Something Wyatt's definitely not used to, but he doesn't completely hate it.

Not only does bumping into Brynn again make Wyatt realise how grateful he was for her help, but it also kinda forces him to stop ignoring his past. Her visit and their brief time spent together really made him start looking back at his old life n' tryna figure out how it fit into his new one. He still has no idea who he is or who he should be and it's particularly disconcerting to him how comfortable Brynn is around him, given what she knows...

He'd just about managed to keep it at bay until this point, but it's time for an existential crisis 🤸‍♀️

Ahhh baba Ichi is so kind 😭 would he still be so keen to help Wyatt if he knew about his past? Who knows.. but he sees someone struggling and he wants to help! I think it's interesting that Wyatt trusts him/likes him enough at this point to actually admit his doubts/feelings, which is more than he'd ever done before. He might not see it yet, but it's still progress.

Brynn's back, and she's about to fuck Wyatt's shit up (in the best way).. I love how he's been so wrapped up in his own misadventures that he hadn't even stopped to think about hers. If we're gonna look at things in black and white (which we don't do here but just bear with) they're both "bad" people who've done terrible things and made terrible decisions; driven by necessity, both perceived and literal. They've taken lives without regret, stolen from people who didn't deserve it, fucked people over for their own survival or for revenge ETC ETC.. and yet, Brynn knows she's not black and white, she knows she's still capable of being a good person and she can see it in him too, even if he's like ??? about it himself.

Wyatt not only admits his feelings to himself, but to Brynn too.. and goes against what HE wants n' agrees to her wishes instead, putting someone else first for like.. the first time EVER 😳

Though he was glad to know the truth, Wyatt was less than thrilled with Brynn’s plan; but she craved true freedom, and after everything she’d endured – in part due to his own transgressions – he figured he owed her as much.

What sorcery is this?!

Wyatt's not great with empathy or at putting himself in others shoes, but I loved this scene with him n' Oscar because now he's actually been forced into Oscar's well worn vans and he had no choice but to confront his previous decisions head on.. he did NOT like his own medicine and I think it's the first time he properly felt regret/guilt.. super important discovery.

Ahh the crux of the issue, daddy issues.. 😅 I'm not saying Wyatt didn't have free will or the chance to idk NOT partake in the family "bidness" but idk, he was indoctrinated into that life since birth. The fact that he eventually made it this far and didn't go totally insane in the process is still kinda impressive.

We don't have to forgive him, Brynn hasn't, and won't.. but people are grey and there's hope things will be different in the future. I love how much these two have been through in life, yet still managed to SOMEHOW end up with a second chance/a way to be & do better. Idk I think it's awesome (disagree with me if u want idc ahahakjsdksj) and I especially love that they literally know almost every nasty detail about each other but still perceive the other as "good" despite those details.. ough

With a dead dad (yay), plenty of distance, a lot of time and some forced introspection not only from himself but Brynn, Oscar, etc.. and ELLIS, Wyatt finally broke in the best way possible. It'll take time and it'll still be shit at times but now that everything's outta the bottle maybe he can piece everything together again. I especially love this part..

The moment Ellis had made his way into the world, something deep inside Wyatt’s soul had shattered, breaking into a million tiny pieces that pricked his heart with every shred of hurt, regret, and stifled guilt he’d ever buried within its previously impenetrable depths. Try as he might, the tears refused to cease.

I think it was easy to believe that Wyatt was a psychopath (that was the point) but we only believed it with such conviction because HE did too. I think he's relieved to finally learn that that's NOT the case, even if it's scary af tryna figure out who he is from scratch.. but hey, he has a pretty good reason too now. Being the dad he wished he had... ;-;

Anyway.. thanks for coming to my pointless, long ass, self-indulgent TED talk, if you read all this please take a cookie on the way out and know that ily muchly 🖤🍪

#ramblings #and like.. i mean major ramblings #sdkjskdj #god bless any of u that read this in its entirety #idk how much sense it'd make without reading somnium tho.. another reason to do so ahueheuh #fib extras #wyatt #ahhhh what an interesting man #love him or hate him idk.. his journey is still kinda fun to lay out u kno #twguns #twtrafficking #twdeath #?#kinda

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msbigredmachine · 1 year

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Watched Royal Rumble 2023. My highlights (will be brief because I need to rant about that main event):

1. Not sure if it was smart play by WWE putting the men’s match first, because we forgot ALL about the winner by the end of the night.

2. Kofi botches his Rumble save for the second straight year. Yeah, it’s done. Time to end that ish for good now.

3. The minute Lesnar came out I said Lashley is coming for his ass. Glad I was proven right.

4. Rey not making it to the ring but Ex Con Dom comes out right after and has his mask. Does this make Rey Mysterio the rightful winner?

5. A Rumble spot wasted on Booker T when Mustafa Ali was right there, smh

6. Not Montez being thrown out in front of his in-laws 😭

7. I kinda wish Cody’s return had been a surprise.

8. Yoooo that spot with Logan Paul and Ricochet was something out of Dragonball Z! And I don't even watch Dragonball Z.

9. GUNTHER and Cody had a whole match within a match and it was great. Gunther is that guy. The IC champ looked like the fucking boss. So so good.

10. Very good men’s match. Wasn’t too extravagant and it worked.

11. The Pitch Black match looked like a rave I once attended when I was in England, lol.

12. Bray Wyatt is for the aesthetics and theatrical more than the actual wrestling, always has been. I don’t understand how fans were expecting a 5-star match.

13. Didn’t bother watching the Raw women’s title match. Bianca deserves better and I don’t care for Alexa Bliss being thrown back into that lame witchy storyline.

14. The women’s match wasn’t as good as the men’s, for me. It only picked up when it was down to the final three.

15. Damage CTRL looked kind of strong for once, knocking everybody out.

16. Michelle McCool with THAT body and wrestling in Uggs? 🔥

17. Yes yes yes to AsuKana, her dark outfit and the murder clown face paint. Triple H needs to run back her days of destruction at NXT.

18. Thank you WWE for changing that STUPID dew drop name back to Piper Niven.

19. Nia Jax?!?! 🙄🙄🙄 Errr, no. On top of that, her music started playing before the countdown even came on. Hot tears.

20. I don’t think Naomi will ever come back either and that makes me sad. 😢

21. The right woman won. Bianca vs Rhea at Mania will be epic, and Rhea will win.

22. The woman at No. 1 won and the man at No. 30 won. Very interesting.

23. Samantha Irvin was on her A-game with the main event intros. 🤌🏾

24. Standard good match, Roman the king of 2.9999 kick outs as usual.

25. I wondered why the match went so short. I regretted it soon enough 😭

26. Roman throwing KO by the back of his head on the jagged part of the steps TWICE! 😬😬😬😬

27. Sami cringing the whole time, and things would only get worse for him after the match ended. 🥺

28. The Bloodline brutalized KO. Steel chair and super kicks and handcuffs. Sami couldn’t take anymore and tried to beg off and ended up getting pie-faced over and over. It was then that I realized what was coming…

29. And yet, my jaw still DROPPED when Sami hit Roman with that chair! 😱 Unbelievable!

30. LOL at Roman actually looking back, wondering whether it’s 2014 all over again.

31. Jimmy though. Jimmy. Attacked Sami first. Didn’t hesitate for a second. After all the handshakes. “My dawg”. The Honorary Uce name. Smiling at Sami the whole time. He was the one who brought Sami into the group in the first place, back when Jey wanted him out.

32. And the look on his face as he attacked. Manic. Rabid. Unhinged. His viciousness stunned me initially, but then I remember what he told Roman all those weeks ago:

“Sami’s my dawg. I like Sami. But I love my family. I love the Bloodline. I love you.”

33. Solo. The hired gun, sent by the elders to do Roman’s bidding. Forgetting that he also used Sami to gaslight Jey numerous times before Roman brainwashed him.

34. Roman crying as he and the rest of the Bloodline decimated Sami pissed me off, lol. “I gave you the world! You broke my family!” What?!The audacity!

35. Jey walking away in tears legitimately made me cry. You could see 2020 flashing before his eyes; the way Roman treated Sami was the exact same way he did Jey and he has never forgotten it.

36. And now on his IG, Jey has declared war! 😳

37. LISTEN TO THIS FROM THE FANS! And watch Roman’s reaction. Dropping the petals one by one over Sami and Kevin’s grave! 😭

38. All this time, we’ve had cool heel Roman. Now we have evil heel Roman. Finally.

I have no idea where this storyline is going, but I am on their edge of my seat and will gobble it all up.

MVP - The entire Bloodline and Kevin. No debate. These boys need to go to Hollywood asap.

Line of the night:

Everything from commentary. Pat, Michael Cole and Corey Graves were on 🔥🔥🔥🔥

#royal rumble #roman reigns #liv morgan #rhea ripley #jey uso #bianca belair #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #kevin owens #sami zayn #cody rhodes

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babyharleezy · 2 years

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Hii i really really liked the fic with urban and jack as roommates with the walkie-talkies. Could you write a fic about urban and the reader making out in one of their rooms and they accidentally press the walkie-talkie and jack finds out that theyre hooking up?

PS: I really like your fics and if you cant do this one its okay

-🌎 anon

caught up

(urban wyatt x reader)

bloo's notes: omg wait i love this!! the way i was gonna kinda write smut in this and then i tried to but i very quickly realized that i indeed am not a smut writer.

tag list: @creme-delacreme @harlowcomehome @sealpuptrash @wittyjasontodd @moody4world @thinkingaboutjharlow

you and urban had been sneaking around for months. at first it was an accident, the two of you came home one night and watched a movie, which led to a make out sesh. the make out sesh led to you in urban's bed. you two knew immediately that you had to talk about what that meant for your friendship. after much consideration, you two decided to start seeing each other, but you two kept it a secret. which was hard for both of you. you were living with urban and jack, you two talked to jack every single day. the two of you felt bad leaving him in the dark. so every night after jack was fast asleep, you would make your way to urban's room or urban would make his way to your room.

tonight you made your way to urban's room and practically tackled him on his bed where he was sitting. "hey little lady" he said in between kisses. "hi baby, i missed you. i missed your lips" you managed to say. what you didn't know was that you had accidently pressed the "talk" button on the walkie talkie that was under your arm. neither of you noticed it. so while urban was going down on you, jack could hear everything. in fact, the sound of your voice moaning out urban's name is what woke him up. at first he was confused as to why you had the walkie talkie on. he knew very well that you and urban were fucking and were a thing but he didn't bring it up. he just wanted the two of you to figure out what was going on before he questioned anything. he looked everywhere for the walkie talkie, flipped his room upside down to find the damn thing. he wanted to turn off the volume before it was too late. he scrambled around the room. your soft moans still filling the room. "oh my god urban just like that" you moaned out. he slightly cringed, this was not something he wanted to hear.

he finally found the walkie talkie and was about to turn it off before he had the great idea to fuck with the two of you. "um hey guys, next time y'all wanna fuck make sure you turn the walkie talkies off" jack chuckled before getting back in bed. both you and urban froze as you heard jack's voice. urban came back up from the lower part of your body and his wide eyes met your wide eyes. the both of you quickly got dressed and that's when both you and urban realized that your arm was resting on the "talk". "fuck okay we gotta explain this to him" you said with a sigh. the two of you made your way to the kitchen and were met with jack sitting at the island in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. of course he would be eating cereal at 3 am. "heyy jack" you said awkwardly. "oh y'all are done fucking?" he questioned. "umm, yeah. about that, i'm sorry you had to hear that" you continued. urban was just standing there not really knowing what to say. "well how much of it did you hear" urban jumped in. "well, i heard y/n moaning 'oh my god urban just like that'" jack laughed as he mocked you. you face turned a bright red shade and urban quietly chuckled before he saw the warning glare you shot him, instantly he stopped laughing.

"i know you guys have been fucking for months now" jack finally spoke up after a few minutes of silence. he was still casually eating his cereal. you and urban were taken aback. "what do you mean?" urban pressed. "well i knew cuz you two would be sneaking in each others room after i would get in bed and the walls are thin, plus i walked into urbans room one morning and the two of you were wrapped around each other..naked" he said. you were embarrassed. "jack we didn't wanna tell you just yet because we didn't really know what we were" you tried to explain. "i hope you aren't mad at us" urban continued. "nah i get it, i didn't really mind the fact that you two didn't tell me. i knew you two would eventually get together. and im happy y'all are finally fucking" he said truthfully. you and urban were relieved that he wasn't upset.

the three of you talked some more and finally jack was going to head back to bed. just as he was putting his bowl in the sink he said, "i'm glad y'all are together or whatever is going on between the two of you but can y'all stop fucking so loud". "uhh" you stammered out. "no, we're gonna fuck as loud as we want" urban joked. "urban" you scolded. "yeah, we'll keep it down" urban replied, laughing.

"good night love y'all"

"good night, love you too"

"night, love ya"

#🌎 anon #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt fic #urban wyatt #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt blurb #urban wyatt x reader #jack harlow

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magicrested-a · 5 years

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Your head feels foggy, you sense yourself unwind; It’s the same dreadful demons toying with your mind. They wait till it’s dark, or the lights are down low; unnerving sickly attacks, through your blood and bones. You can’t hide your black heart, the demons can see; they don’t allow any space, in your head to breathe. Tear your reason to shreds, ( you need fixing ). A worn stone sinking, in an ocean that’s rotting; decaying miserably, and forced to bend the knee. How much more agony can the universe bring. Not even your screams can get you out of the cold; and you’d rather give up and drown, than go it alone. - x x

independent wyatt m. halliwell from cbs’ ( 1998 ) charmed. mutuals only. oc friendly. semi-canon divergent.

#indie rp #indie charmed rp #indie caos rp #indie st rp #indie witch rp #temp self promo tag #( BOIIIIIIII THIS PSD IS LIT SOMRESOURCES IS A BOSS )#( but yeah hi ! wyatt is finally kinda up! )#( follow !!!!! )

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lcandothisallday · 2 years

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Speaking of a urban fic can you do one where jack is in a interview and he gets asked what would he want his next relationship to be like. And he describes Urbans and the readers relationship. Like how they were each others first for everything. And goes into detail of how they been together since high school. Just talking about their cute moments together. Then jacks fans make a edit of urbans and readers relationship. Then jack post it on his story and is like MBN. And like reader is sleep on the couch with jack and urban and they are talking and he’s like that’s my baby man😭💕

BSDFKJSDF I L O V E THIS.

That’s my Girl - Urban Wyatt x f!reader

"Okay so we've discussed your music and your musical process...so let's go into the personal stuff a bit," the interviewer began. "Are you in a relationship?"

Jack shook his head, "nah just focusing on my music and enjoying life," he shrugged.

"Well have you thought about what you want your next relationship to be like?"

Jack had to pause and think about. He stroked his beard with his fingers before he came to a conclusion. "Um yeah actually. My best friend Urban and his girl Y/N--the thing they have is fucking real," he breathed out. "They met in high school and were each other's first for everything and I know I'm not gonna get that cos I'm obviously way past that," he chuckled. "But yeah. A relationship like theirs would be nice."

"What is it about their specific relationship that you like?" the interviewer nagged on.

Jack shrugged, "I guess just the fact that they're still obsessed with each other after all these years," he laughed. "Nah but like its all in their interactions. I can't lie--I'm their biggest shipper and I observe the hell outta their relationship. It's the little things that I want you know? She's kinda shy so if we're like out and she's overwhelmed or wants to tell him something then she'll pull him aside and just like whisper it to him and she's never afraid to tell him anything. Like the trust they built is insane," he explains. "And she's so fucking patient with him--like my boy can definitely be a pain in the ass sometimes but she's his biggest supporter...and they’re so fucking sappy,” Jack said with a playful groan. “He’s always touching her or kissing her...he’s for sure pussywhipped. She’s got him wrapped around her finger but I know he loves it,” he teased before he dramatically looked into the camera with a pointing finger. “I’m calling it now--in less than a year they’re gonna start trying for a baby and they better fucking name it Jack.”

After every show, Jack’s fans always hung around the venue’s exists in hopes that he’d step out from there and have a little meet and greet with them. Thankfully, you and Urban were able to bypass that and head into the tour bus without anyone noticing you.

You sat with Urban on the couch waiting for Jack and you both had accidentally fallen asleep. Your head laid against his chest with his head resting on his hand that leaned against the arm rest, while his other arm wrapped tightly around you.

When Jack finally finished up and stepped into the van, he couldn't help but smirk as he saw you and Urban knocked out. He snapped a quick photo and uploaded it to his Instagram story with a caption: “Must be nice”

Somehow that interview went viral. No thanks to Jack entertaining his fans too on the topic, the amount of traction both your’s and Urban’s socials got was insane. People craved seeing a happy and healthy couple thrive which both awed you but freaked you the fuck out too.

“Baby...people are...obsessed,” you breathed out to Urban, showing him your phone that had multiple edits of various photos and clips of you and Urban being all cute and coupley.

Urban let out a smirk before he licked his lips. “Yeah-we’re cute though,” he shrugged but you shook your head in paranoia. “No baby we’re gonna get jinxed. The evil eye Urban...the evil eye exists.”

Urban couldn't help but let out a laugh as he looked at you with a raised brow. “Y/N--that shit doesn’t exist--”

“Yes it does,” you frown. “The car crash you nearly got into--the argument we had yesterday,” you recall. “I'm buying you a necklace and you better start wearing it,” you warn.

Urban smirked as he nodded his head, “okay mamas,” he teased, pulling you onto his lap before he kissed you softly, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips.

Despite your fears, you couldn't help but grin, your hands trailing down his chest and abdomen. “I love you too,” you hum, pushing him back against the couch and showing him just how much you meant your words.

A few nights later, you had gone out with a few of your girlfriends leaving Jack and Urban alone at their apartment. Jack was busy scrolling through his phone while Urban played on his x-box.

“Bro the amount of edits made of you and Y/N is getting weird,” Jack chuckled. “I keep getting tagged in em.”

Urban paused his game and set aside his controller before he leaned back on the couch and shrugged. “Y/N is lowkey freaked out by it. Thinks its bad omen,” he laughed.

Jack snorted before he shrugged, “I’d be too.”

Urban paused for a moment before speaking again. “I wanna go ring shopping,” he said, causing Jack’s eyes to widen. “You wanna ask her to marry you?” Jack asked. Urban nodded, “yeah. It’s about fucking time. That’s my girl.”

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 • 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

SUMMARY: jack catches you and Urban

Part one • part two

GENRE: Angst

WARNING: it gets a little physical, reader kinda toxic, arguing, happy ending

PAIRING: jack Harlow x reader, urban Wyatt x reader

AUTHOR NOTE: HAHAHA

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Your heart stopped in your chest.

"urban, what the fuck are you doing here." Jack looked at urban up and down. He noticed urban messy clothes. He turned to you seeing your nude shoulder. He connected the dots.

You fucked him?"

You exhaled, "j- jack.. that's none of your business." You got up and picked up your robe up. You placed it on your nude body and tied it up. You turned back to the two guys standing in your room.

"so you Both did fuck?"

"jack I just said it's none of your business. Why are you here?"

You crossed your arms looking at him. Jack looked at you, "I wanted to talk to you about us."

"about us?" You scuffed. "There's no us Jack. Us ended last night when you choose her over me."

"so you choose Urban? My friend?" Jack shook his head as he looked between you and Urban.

"urban you have some fucking nerve." He inch closer to the blonde. "Sleeping with the girl I've been sleeping with."

Jack pushed urban hard making him stumble back. Before you knew they were both pushing and shoving one another.

"stop!" You pulled them both apart and stood I between them. "I've had enough of this shit." You practically screamed. "I don't want either one of you. Urban was just being nice and we ended up sleeping with each other. That's it! Nothing more!" You turned to Jack, "I don't want him nor do I want you. I'm done with your shit jack. I'm no longer going to be your booty call. If you don't get out of my house I'm going to ruin your life and career jack I swear."

Jack looked at you with wide eyes. He didn't expect this type of anger from you. All This pent up anger finally reached the surface. You've truly had enough.

"fine I'm going to go." Jack threw the key you gave him on the bed and walked out of the room right after he glanced at you one more time.

When you heard the door shut you turned to urban seeing his jaw clenched. "I guess you want me to leave as well?" He asked. You nodded as you sat down on your bed.

"yeah. Thank you for today. The sex was great and all but I gotta be by myself you know."

Urban nodded, "I get it." He walked over to the door. Before he turned and walked out he looked back at you. "Call me if you need anything. I'm here as a friend ok? remember that."

You smiled. "Ok Urban." He smiled back And walked out of the room and your place leaving you there alone.

You fell back on your bed and let out a groan. It was over. You were no longer the side piece. As much as it hurt to let Jack go you knew it was right. No man was ever worth stressing over. If he wants to keep her he could, but when hes done with her there's no running to you anymore. It's what he asked for.

I don't like how short this is but oh well. No happy ending but typically it is

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #Jack harlow fanfiction #urban Wyatt #urban Wyatt x reader #jack Harlow angst

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Skywheel: Urban Wyatt

Jack Harlow/Urban Wyatt Masterlist

word count: 578

description: Inspired my experience riding the sky wheel for the first time a few weeks ago and Urban being an absolute sweetheart.

The skywheel seemed fun at first but as the line started getting closer, my anxiety started getting back and my hands started clamping a bit, there was no way I was gonna survive this.

"So are you gonna be okay with urban riding with you? It's just that they only let two people in each and I would hate for you to ride by yourself." Luna asked.

"Yeah as long as he is, I can always sit this round out if need be." I said shrugging my shoulders but freaking more out that I would be riding with urban.

"You know I don't mind riding with you ma." Urban said standing beside me.The line finally moved so more, and we were finally loaded into the ride. I was looking at urban who was across from me, but secretly having a panic attack.

"You know what, I think I'm gonna sit by you ma, if you don't mind." He said quickly swapping seats and taking a picture of the beach.

"Sweetheart are sure your okay?" He asked looking at me.

"This is my first time on a ride like this and I'm kinda freaking over here and the wind isn't helping either." I said quietly as i felt urban lace his hand with mine.

"It's okay to be scared ma, I was scared my first time I rode a ride this. In fact I almost threw up on my fate at the time." He said making me laugh a little.

"Really?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah. So it's okay to be nervous, it'll go away about the third or fourth time go around and I'm here so you know I would let nothing happen to you." He said squeezing your hand making you smile a bit.

"Thanks Urb." I said as the ride started moving.

"So this really your first amusement ride?" He asked trying to keep me focused on him or the water.

"Yeah I know shocking. But most of the time I was taking care of my mom or other times we didn't have the money for it and I didn't expect Luna to pay for everything." I said.

"I understand that but now that gives me an opportunity to take you on a proper fair outing." He said.

"Are you asking me out mr. Wyatt?" I asked with a smile in your voice.

"I am. So will you go out with me ma?" He asked.

"I would nothing more. Though I do hope you plan on winning me something before you get that kiss." I asked sort of relaxing and pulling out my phone and getting some photos.

"Of course ma. Feeling more relaxed now?" He asked.

"A bit yeah, thank you for that." I said stretching my legs out.

"No need to thank me, you know I got you sweetheart." He said smiling at me as the ride came to a stop before it started back up.

We kept talking and making jokes with each other making my nerves go away until the ride finally stopped so they could start letting people off.

"That was actually pretty fun, thank you again for that Urb." I said as we stepped off.

"Glad I could be of service, you wanna go grab some food?" He asked keeping his hand locked with yours.

"I would love too." I said letting him lead me through the crowd of people so we get food and meet up with our friends.

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theonewiththefanfics · 3 years

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Shield (one-shot)

Synopsis: To the new Captain America she might just be a human shield. But Bucky can see there’s more to it. What he can’t understand is why she stays.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Genre: angst, lil bit of fluff

Warnings: mentions of blood and guns, swearing, torture, low mental state etc.

Word count: 3591

I am going absolutely feral about the fact that a portion of the series takes place in Latvia as I am Latvian :D Just seeing the signs and streets (which are not really ours cause they filmed in Prague, but are similar enough I can envision it), especially because we’re such a small country is amazeballs, so to be in such a huge show with my MCU faves is insane. Had the same kind of reaction to Brooklyn Nine-Nine with Nikolaj and the Captain Latvia episode. Riga hammer for the win :D

P.S. John Walker is not Captain America cause he does not posses America’s ass. Also Zemo is one hundred percent Bucky’s and Sam’s sugar daddy. I won’t accept any dispute over this.

P.S.S. please also remember - John Walker is a character not a real person. John Walker is played by an actor who is doing his job the same way the actor who played Joffrey did. Do not harass him etc. but rather appreciate the insane talent he has. This place is a Wyatt Russell stan place.

P.S.S.S. Kinda spoilers for the show so if you haven’t seen it, don’t read this.

He hated him. Bucky genuinely hates him. He never thought he had despised something or someone so much, not even HYDRA, as much as he hated John Walker – the new Captain America. He wanted to scream at that, at the fact that this arrogant asshole was carrying Steve’s shield, the symbol of freedom and everything good, while in reality, he embodied none of what it stood for.

Walker and what he’d learned his sidekick was Battlestar, had swooped in from a helicopter while Sam and he had been following the Flag-Smasher vehicles, and, well, they hadn’t been a lot of help, which he shouldn’t be too surprised about. But what he had been surprised about was when they’d all been thrown off of the semi-trucks and scattered all around a field, someone else had been in the mix as well.

A young woman with Y/H/C hair and determined Y/E/C eyes was rushing towards them, screaming for them to stay on the ground. When Bucky looked behind, he could see why given how one of the radicalised people had jumped from the trucks and was barreling at them with an automatic cocked at them

But it wasn’t Walker who jumped up running past her, shield at the ready to take on the fire. No. He just remained sitting as the stranger kept her pace. She leapt at the two with a grace of a cat, pushing him and Sam back to the ground and immediately got blown back by the received ammunition, gasps leaving her mouth as the bullets entered her body.

Sam’s wings extended and created a body length shield as Bucky snatched one of the knives strapped to the man’s side and flung it with deadly accuracy into the Flag-Smasher’s neck, dropping him to the ground.

There was blood when he looked back. There was so much blood, and once again it was all over Bucky’s hands, and he couldn’t breathe properly, pressing down on her abdomen and shoulder and side, and. oh god, there were too many bullet wounds...

Two wide Y/E/C eyes stared back up at him, mouth gasping down shallow breaths as he held down on her wounds trying to stop the blood from pouring out. God, there was so much of it.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he gritted, his body trembling. “Well get you help. You’ll be alright.”

But then Walker spoke up, and Bucky saw read because of a different reason. “She’s fine, just leave it.”

His head snapped to see that arrogant bastard cross his arms as he hissed. “Leave it? She’s fucking bleeding out! She took those bullets for you, and you just want to leave it?!”

Walker just smirked, nudging his chin towards her body. “You’ll see.”

“You let her use herself as a shield while you did nothing!”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Because that’s her whole point.”

And that’s when Bucky felt her skin shift underneath his hands. Slowly the blood stopped pouring out, Y/N’s breathing evened, and her eyes closed not because death was calling, but because of relief as the regenerative cells kicked into high gear.

Bucky gazed in wonder as the wounds closed up, and when only scar tissue remained he snapped his blue eyes to her, Y/E/C ones already staring back at him.

“Who are you?” he whispered

“A human shield that’s what,” Walker answered in her stead, but Bucky just sneered.

“I asked who, not a what. She’s a fucking person.”

Once more he looked back down and saw a strange look in her eyes. It was as if she was trying to decipher what those words meant, but once the shock from such a huge assault had ended, she gulped down a breath and gave him a crooked smile. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

A lopsided one came to grace his own face. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.”

“Bucky.” Her eyebrow rose. “Well, it’s very nice to finally meet you.”

He smiled at her, and not the painful smile he’d given the senator before her arrest, but a real genuine smile, one that made the skin around his eyes crinkle.

“And it’s very nice you didn’t decide to die on us.”

“Yeah, yeah, can we cut this meet and greet shorter?” Walker interrupted them, and if Bucky hadn’t been holding onto Y/N’s shoulder as she tried to rise from the ground, he would’ve punched the guy.

“I told you she was going to be fine.”

Bucky threw him his best murder glare but stopped when he felt Y/N squeeze his hand as if saying ‘don’t bother.' His brows furrowed in confusion. She just shook her head.

“We should still find you a hospital.” He talked to Y/N directly, ignoring what the new Captain was saying. “It doesn’t matter that you can survive something like that, I’d rather make sure you’re checked out by professionals.

“It won’t be necessary.” Walker slipped the shield on his arm and nudged his partner to start walking with him, pretty much expecting the rest to follow. “It was her choice anyway to take the hits.”

“It doesn’t mean she should!” Bucky pretty much hollered, startling even Sam.

At that, he saw Y/N’s eyes widen and her head snap up to look at him. All the breath got knocked out from Bucky at the emotion in her face. It was like she didn’t believe what he was saying like she didn’t know it was a possibility to not put her own life before someone else’s, that maybe someone is supposed to do it for her, someone could protect her.

“She absorbs fucking bullets and infuses them in her body.” John mocked. “I’d say it’s a win-win on both sides. Everyone else stays safe, and she gets stronger, right? The whole bleeding thing is a hitch in the system, but our guys say with enough scuffles that should stop as well.”

Walker looked at her. Y/N just gulped, staring back down at the ground between her knees.

When he looked back at everything the moment he’d seen Zemo in the cell and the asshole had said something still remained in him from the Winter Soldier, came back to connect with the scene. He’d hated that sentence because Bucky knew it was true. The Soldier would always be a part of him, but that was what therapy was for – to accept it and let go. But in that minute, he wouldn’t have cared one bit if the ruthless assassin came to the surface if it meant snapping Walker’s neck like a stick.

He treated the woman as if she was below him, as if Steve’s shield somehow made him better than her, better than anyone, and yet, even when he’d been given the privilege to carry it, he’d rather use a human person, no matter if they had powers, as a shield.

A soft hand touched his side, and Bucky looked at Y/N, his breathing heavy at Walker’s words.

“I’m alright.” Her voice was softer than he thought it would be. Maybe it was because she was trying to stay out of John’s earshot, but even the gentle whisper made something in Bucky’s chest stir. “Thank you,” she said. “For checking up on me.”

Bucky stiffly nodded, standing up and offering both his hands for her to take, but even with that, it took Sam holding her by the waist to be able to stand. The Falcon had to catch her, in fact, when she took her first steps, an awkward chuckle escaping her mouth.

“It’s been a while since a hit like this.”

Sam quirked a brow and smirked. “You always have a tendency to do stupid shit like that?”

Y/N’s whole body relaxed as he said so, and a sting went through Bucky’s own. How bad were they treating her if basic kindness and a little bit of joking made her feel so safe?

Just as he was about to ask her more, to offer to take her with them, Walker spoke up again. That conversation was an absolute disaster, and the fact that Walker thought Sam and him would actually ever consider working with him on this mission was idiotic.

It ended with the two Avengers watching how Walker threw an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, making her knees buckle with the weight, her from still regaining strength, but he didn’t care, just dragged her along with him and Battlestar.

“Are we just gonna let ‘em do that to her?” Bucky sneered, arms crossed watching their retreating forms over the field.

He felt Sam glower next to him. “There’s not much we can do.”

He hated that he was right.

Bucky couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N. One meeting had left him shaken to the core not just about her, but about how there was something deeply off with the new Captain America, that if they didn’t take action something horrible would happen, not just because of his arrogance, but because of some seed he could feel had rooted itself in the other man’s heart.

But by that point they’d been in Madripoor, had met Sharon who’d been on the run from the US government ever since the dismantlement of the Avengers, and had now followed a lead to where the Flag-Smashers had settled in Latvia.

Zemo seemed to not only have a billion cars, but a billion apartments scattered around the world, this one being in the heart of the Old Town.

Bucky was on the roof looking over the twinkling lights of the city. His bed had been too soft as it always was, and even the floor wasn’t it for him, not a wink of sleep coming his way as his thoughts were flooded by Y/N.

Well, the sleep part wasn’t true. He had been able to drift off, only to dream of how the woman didn’t get better, didn’t absorb those bullets and had died right in his arms. That’s when he decided he needed a breath of fresh air.

The sound of shuffling feet made him whip around from the scenic view only to be greeted by a form he’d now recognise in a full-on ski-suit in pitch-black darkness.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky stood up wanting to stride over and check her for any wounds she might’ve gotten while around Walker. Any new scar on her body would mean the same number of teeth he’d knock from that Walmart-version-Captain-America’s mouth.

“Came to warn you.” She shrugged, soft winds making her coat flutter. “John and Lemar are resting, but come morning they’ll be on your ass, so you might wanna make a move now.”

Bucky shook his head. “I don’t get you. You’re nothing like them, I can see that you know how wrong it is, for him to be carrying that shield, that he’s making a mockery out of the name and legacy Steve built, and yet…”

Y/N hung her head lifting her shoulders, hands in her pockets. “I gotta do what I gotta do.”

“He’s an asshole,” Bucky hissed.

Y/N gave him a painful look. “I know. But I don’t have anywhere to go. Besides… you have your own way of making amends. Well, this is mine.”

Dark brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

She let out a painful chuckle, not because of the memories now plaguing her waking thoughts, but because her wounds were still healing, and instantly Bucky came closer and took her hand, running a soothing thumb over her palm. Wounds he was sure were new.

Y/N froze at his touch, and Bucky was about to pull away when she put her own thumb over his. He had to bite back tears at how tenderly she was looking down at his palm. Like no one had ever comforted her when it hurt.

“When the Blip happened,” she started, voice low and quiet. “I watched how my sister and mom disappeared right in front of my eyes. We were driving over the Golden Gate Bridge, and there was a truck before us. It was carrying loads of metal scraps. The driver of the truck got blipped as well.” She swallowed harshly. “I can still feel how the beam went through my shoulder, how it broke the bone and skin, and how I just wanted to disappear like they had just to make the pain stop. But I didn’t. It hurt so bad.” Y/N looked at Bucky, tears running down her face. “It was burning and tearing, and so much pain… and all I could do was scream, but no one heard me because everyone else was screaming, and I was just one of the thousands doing it.”

Y/N shook her head, and when Bucky leaned closer to wipe away the tears, she sighed at the feeling. “I passed out sometime later. From the pain the… well, everything. And when I woke up, I heard people outside the door, trying to rip it open, I could see red lights flashing, but where I expected that beam to be was nothing. When I looked down at myself there was a hole in my shirt, but instead of a hole in my shoulder, a round scar was the only thing left from that moment.”

“They took me to the hospital, and when they tried to put an IV in, my body just swallowed up the needle.” She took a shaky breath, and Bucky squeezed her side. ‘Go on’ he tried to convey with the touch. ‘I’m here.’

“That’s when the tests started. They were fine at first. Blood samples when they managed to get any, saliva and all that good jazz… but then they started poking. And poking turned into slicing which turned into stabbing until I was their personal pincushion, as they tried to see what my body would and wouldn’t take.”

Y/N was shaking by that point, but not because of the wind that had picked up, but because of anger, of the horror, she’d had to go through. It took everything in Bucky to remain calm and let her continue.

“Two years they did that. And then one time they went a bit too far. Someone had stolen a vibranium spear from the Dora Milaje.”

Bucky’s breath got caught in his throat. He wasn’t moving a muscle.

“They wanted to know if I could absorb the strongest metal on Earth, so slowly…” Her hands went to her front, to the white blouse she was wearing and started popping open the buttons. Bucky was just about to protest when he understood.

“They pushed the spear too far.” Her finger ran over a rhomb shaped scar right in the centre of her chest. Right over her heart. “Pushed it right through.”

“How did you survive?” Bucky was appalled, but in awe at the same time.

Y/N shook her head. “I didn’t. I died then and there on the table. They took my body and dumped it in some ditch. From my own calculations, it took me about a day to heal. They’d sown in a scalpel in my stomach a few hours before, so I’m assuming it used that as the binding material for the cells.”

“I was so angry.” She looked at him. “At everyone, at myself, that I couldn’t help my family, that I allowed them to just use me like that, I just went off the deep end. I did so many bad things…” A tear slipped down her cheek. “I read about the Winter Soldier, y’know. His whole thing was efficiency, quickness. I – “ She choked on her words. “I wasn’t. I wanted to drag it out. Wanted to find each and every one of the bastards who laid their hands on me and make them suffer as I did.”

Bucky’s hand settled on her waist as he pulled her closer, feeling her body keen at the motion as she looked for reassurance. “I’m not a good person, Bucky. This.” She motioned with her head to her body. “This is my repentance for what I did.”

“What he’s doing is not right. What they’re making you do is not right.” Bucky shook his head. “Just because it might not kill you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. No one had any right to touch you.”

“It’s the price I pay for what I did.”

“Pain?”

Y/N nodded. “Eye for an eye. Pain for the pain I caused.”

Bucky shook his head. “That’s not right.”

“How else am I supposed to do this?”

“By getting help yourself first.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and Bucky sighed. He understood how impossible that thought seemed, that someone who’s done so much bad could deserve help from others, but he understood her situation better than anyone. “Being here,” he said, “being able to say these things… I can only do that because I got help. It was mandated by the state, but nevertheless…” Both chuckled at that, and Bucky’s heart lightened at the sound, at the genuine sound of joy from her. “But the therapy… I hate to say this, but it helped. It’s not easy. I sometimes detest going to the sessions, and I might be failing them quite miserably right now, especially with rule number two –“

“What’s rule number two?”

“Don’t hurt anyone,” Bucky mumbled. “And I’ve broken it quite a lot recently, I know that which will either make me end up behind bars or will add more therapy sessions to the list, but I’m not afraid anymore.”

Y/N gulped, gazing just as intensely at Bucky as he was at her. “Of what?”

“Of reaching out.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Of asking for help. Of understanding that I deserve help, and I deserve to receive it.”

“Yeah, but the thing is I’m not like you.” Y/N looked away from him. “No one forced me to do this, no one brainwashed me. I did everything out of my own volition. Me. No one else. You deserve that help because HYDRA did all those things to you. You are a victim of war. I’m not. All those horrible things I did… I did them. Not some alias of mine.”

Bucky’s heart hurt at the fact that Y/N couldn’t see she was a victim of her own circumstance, and how now the government was punishing her for it. And that’s when another brick hit him – it was exactly like Isaiah’s situation. Both came from marginalised groups, parts of society where the ones in power have been trying to oppress and control them for as long as he could remember, he just couldn’t see it. He could see Sam’s point of view now. Maybe not as clearly as he should, but he was starting to wipe away the fog.

“They used you just as much as HYDRA used me.” He asserted, and Y/N’s eyes widened at his sure statement. “Just because a pile of shit has a bowtie on now, doesn’t mean it’s no longer a pile of shit… Come with us.” Bucky’s forehead pressed to hers. “Let’s do this the right way.”

“It’s mandated by the US government that I stay by John’s side and help him.”

Bucky smirked at that, nudging his nose against Y/N’s. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re in Latvia then. Besides Captain America has no pull here.”

She laughed, warm breath slipping over Bucky’s skin, and he had to close his eyes as the thought of her breathless and underneath him invaded his mind. “Unfortunately, this deal stands whether I’m inside the borders of USA or outside.”

Y/N looked over the skyline to where the country’s national monument stood. A woman, hands up in the air outstretched with three stars in her palms, with words she couldn’t understand when she'd arrived etched on the granite at the bottom. Some local had translated them for her. For the Fatherland and Freedom.

After the blip and the experiments, she didn’t feel like she had a home. She’d been imprisoned and prodded like some lab bunny to see what her body could do. What her body could be used for.

Bucky followed her gaze as she kept looking at the statue. Different stars, different saying, but still with the same meaning of what he saw when he looked at the Captain America shield. Freedom. Justice. For the love of their home.

Something deep started to burn in her chest, and even Bucky could feel the shift.

A ferocious look appeared in her eyes as she looked at him. “Let’s get that shield.” She wasn’t going to let Walker taint that star, she knew would happen if he had it for much longer.

They’d had a single meeting beforehand, and during that half-hour, he’d been terrified for more than two-thirds of the time about how Y/N might die in his arms, die because she’d taken bullets meant for him.

He was so glad she hadn’t, not because it would be another life lost because of him, but because he felt like he’d found a twin flame – someone who’d understand him and his troubles. Someone he could help.

Maybe that could be the true way he could make amends – help someone in the same situation.

Bucky smiled.

Y/N did so too, and his heart skipped a beat looking at the woman.

Her body might be able to absorb the metals piercing it, Walker might call her a human shield, but he knew she was so much more than that. And he’d spend however long it took him to prove so to her. Maybe even in more ways than one.

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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DREAM COME TRUE. -- WYATT LYKENSEN.

Paring: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: foul language. nudity. graphic descriptions of blood and cannibalism. sexual activity.

Summary: Weeks after your old elementary friend had finally vanished from all existence everything seems to finally go back to normal. Standing in a coffee shop you met him. And all hell breaks loose.

SEQUEL TO ‘YOU’.

PREVIOUSLY . . .

You were fashioned in the bathroom taking a warm cloth and bringing it towards your face wiping off the dried blood. You sucked in a breathe the sound of your beating heart filling your ears. You didn’t feel at all ashamed for what you had done. That bastard human deserved it.

The overbearing of your anxiety flared, you were worried you might get in huge trouble, since unfortunately, the human is never to blame. You had gone to bed that night in hopes for a better day the next morning -- the only problem was, he saw everything.

THE DIRT BELOW HIS BROWN BOOTS became sore while he had previously been peering into your small window for the past five minutes watching you. Your brown pale skin covered in the blood that wasn’t your own. Your face dry and lips cracked from the crying you had done, you felt numb. Your heat besting rapidly in anxiety.

The mirror reflected your bruised image. The bags under your eyes were a dark purple, your eyes a dark brown with widened pupils ( a side effect of a broken Z-band which usually wears off after twelve hours ). Your sink water turned a bright pink as the last of his blood washed down the drain. Disappearing into the drain pipes.

Your mascara smeared down your cheeks, your nose and cheeks red and your eyes puffy. ‘Your going to kill him’. A selfish voice spat in his head, his sharp claws dug into the untouched flesh of his tan palm. He was furious.

How could someone so shameful have the power of destroying someone who was so innocent? She was a ray of pure sunshine. His sunshine. The pondering question he already knew the answer to racked the Alpha wolf’s brain. He couldn’t understand it.

You were so innocent. Baby like. His baby. He felt guilt.

A page pant of sadness washed over him. He had wished it was him, who could comfort you from what had just happened. ‘Shh baby it’s okay I’m here now, your safe, completely safe, I won’t let anyone ever harm you again, ever, never again. I am so sorry.

So sorry. So sorry.’ He had imagined you sobbing desperately in his chest the ache of your body he felt against his own skin, he’d stroke your arm softly and whisper sweet nothing in your ear.

He’d reassure you constantly, be their for you when having to deal with the gained trauma even after the act. He’d give you anything you needed. Leave you loving encouraging notes in your belongings. Hold you every night as you slept. Lock every door and window in the house.

He’d lay bare with you in bed for hours just to make sure his babygirl was okay. Although he couldn’t help blame himself. He knew that he couldn’t just burst into your house and save you from your attacker, even after the matter.

‘oh uhm yeah, I’ve totally been watching you for months, that includes changing, and showering, and well... pleasing yourself too.

I’ve seen it all, and uhm I’m kinda in love with you too so I mean that’s a plus, uhm I know literally everything about you, how you are very persistent in organization and you hate cheesy romantic comedies.

How you’d just want to stay up until three a.m. reading a book about truce crime. How you can girl over the most underrated music artists and how you hate a guy that plays dumb in the most basic way. I know you absolutely hate roses anything I’m missing?’

He chuckled at the image of you stunned. He knew more about you than you knew yourself. How you’d jump into his arms, the feeling of your skin against his. Your soft lips brushing against his neck. He’d want it all.

That would immensely creep you out. His intention would to never make you uncomfortable. So the pain only grew worse. Not being able to call you by your name. Hold you. Take in the surreal beauty that was Y/N.

His white fangs pressed against his bottom teeth. His blood boiled to the brim. He wanted to make that disgusting human pay for what he did. His stomach twirled in mixed emotion.

He so badly wanted to hold you in his chest and comfort you, but some things have complicated consequences.

In the low midst of the night he kept a sharp eye on the human who groggily made his way down the deserted dirt road, stalking the weak being beneath the depths of the dark forest.

Small boots could be heard from miles stretched along the black canvas of the open air, the human male scanning his surroundings for some place to rest or.. a possible shortcut that could lead him home.

Wyatt licked his dry lips breathing out slowly watching the human stand in the clearing with curiosity. ‘Kill him’. ‘He deserves to suffer for what he did’. ‘Y/N’. ‘Think of Y/N’. ‘Gut him’.

The imploding thoughts trying to take control of him. His pupils shrunk and turned a bright yellow his fangs grew from the K-9’s in his mouth. He breathed heavily and beast like trying to regain his composure. Sure, he thought of you.

How you would’ve told him ‘this is dangerous and could get you caught by wolf patrol don’t’. But, the monster side of her would’ve agreed with him. Could’ve given into the impulses.

Could’ve joined in on the eccentric thrill of gutting a human to their bones watching as blood came spitting out of their body, falling limp to the ground and squirming like a dead rabbit, until their last breath leaves the closure of their lungs.

But he bit down on the inside of his cheek hard and shoved the impulsive thoughts aside. He caught attention of the human stepping through the clearing, Wyatt swiftly disappeared behind a tree. (Thank his wolf stealth.)

He watching closely behind the large oak as the midnight sky lit up with thousands of glowing stars the bright moon floating still. His feet crunched under the small wood chips and loose dirt, which made Wyatt’s right ear twitch occasionally.

The human was lost, he had reached up to a large clearing in the middle of the forest ‘maybe this will be a quicker way home’. He thought to himself as he squeezed his way through the thick pine trees that scratched his face and dark leather. Little did he know he wouldn’t be going home.

An owl called in the distance alarming the human. Shrugging it off he walked a few more feet bonfire stopping in the middle of the clearing an eerie feeling began to set it and shake throughout his body. Wyatt quickly ran behind the large oak tree causing the bushes to rustle.

The human quickly threw his head around to the source of the sound, Wyatt felt his heart pace quickly , quicker as each second passed.

The moonstone laid on Wyatt’s chest grew a bright blue his sharp K-9s’ growing to a slick point and his eyes glowing a bright deeming yellow.

A low growl erupted from his stomach the animalistic nature taking grasp of his human side. The human caught sight of a dark shadow peeking out from behind the tree. He bolted the other direction.

His breathing paced as his nimble legs carried him the south west end of the dark dreary forest. Mud crushed under his boots his lungs burning and heaving out of exhaustion. Wyatt was faster. He dodged past trees and bushes running at almost fifty miles.

His leg got caught on a sharp tree ranch nearby he knew that whatever was out to kill him was going to make it quick. He was scared. He pulled with force which caused the branch to cut into the soft flesh of his leg, blood seeped through the blue denim and into Wyatt’s nostrils.

Jumping over large rocks and the bushes he caught up to the human quickly grabbing him by his jacket he pushed to human to the ground and used the force of his arms to hold him in a pin.

The human breathed heavily his eyes widened in fear “please .... don’t hurt me”. He spoke weak like it was an excuse to let him go. Wyatt’s eyes glowed his lips formed a deep snarl.

“Let you go? And what, you continue raping other innocent women”. He whispered a deeply distorted voice replacing Wyatt’s usual calm manner. The monster had completely taken over. The human whimpered and squirmed like a dead animal.

A scream left the human’s mouth and soared above the trees as Wyatt bite deeply into the salty flesh. The blood was warm a large chunk of his skin hung off of Wyatt’s mouth before he spit it out discarding it.

The human grunted and moaned in pain shooting out lines of foul words. Wyatt smirked as he straddled the humans hips in place allowing him to not move.

In panic the human began to wail his arms, the young wolf felt his heart erupt in his chest. The watched as the human wailed in half death, he felt evincible.

The blood squirted and poured out of the human’s uncared wound. The blood tasted sweet in his mouth, a true delicacy.

About fifteen minutes after he threw the discarded bones into a six feet deep ditch he had dug after killing the human.

His mouth, arms, and clothes all drenched in the human’s bodily fluids and chunks of his flesh on his chest.

He smelt foul. He knew he did. He wanted to make sure you were okay but couldn’t come to you smelling like this.

He had walked the path he knew like the back of his hand spotting the small watering hole, he stood at the shore of the small lake the moon glowing brightly over him.

Taking off his fur coat he stripped himself of his purple hoodie before slowly bringing up his white tank top over his head revealing his broad v line, toned abs and chest stained with blood.

Unclasping his jeans he slide them down towards his knees kicking off his boots and white socks. Then came his boxers.

He engulfed himself in the lake slowly, it was freezing cold but was used to it. The water has risen up to the middle of his waist, he began to vigorously rub off the dried blood splashing cold water in his face and arms.

Dipping himself under the cold lake he rushed up and breathed out coughing. Moving his wet hair out of his face he caught sight of a dark shadowed figure that stood at the shore. He could’ve sworn it was you. Your pale skin glimmered beautifully under the moonlight.

He didn’t move a muscle, yet he waited to see what your next intention was. A robe you were wearing slowly feel to the ground as you now stood naked your gaze kept on his, you slowly entered the water.

Your figure made your way through the cold water, his eyes never leaving yours he was absolutely stunned. This had to be surreal.

Your hips moved in the water causing ripples to shift outwards, your brown eyes fluttered innocently. He stood in front of you awestricken, you were gorgeous.

He was scared that maybe if he had made one wrong move you’d leave, so there he stood motionless waiting for you to respond.

You were now in front of him, your naked glory he kept his eyes on you out of full curiosity. Your face inches away from his you guided his hands towards your side his warm arms wrapped securely around your waist.

The tension was lingering, his heart was pacing at an irregular pace questions swirling around in his mind but nonetheless, he wouldn’t change a thing.

The two of your lips met in pure bliss, moving in synchronization your fingernails traveling up the back of his neck and into his soft curls his hands gripping your hips lightly not wanting to hurt you without permission.

His lips trailed from your jaw and to your neck where he softly bite and sucked gaining small moans from you in response.

Heavy breathing and moans began to fall from your lips as he held you in his arms his nails digging into the sides of your hips causing you to squirm, the fingers of his right hand gently sliding over your folds.

Unfortunately for Wyatt, he awoke in a panic, his head was spinning and he was covered in blood. His brown eyes scanned his surroundings, the green trees a dim green and the woods ground wet and sloshy from the rain the night before.

It was a dream.

Fuck. It was a dream.

Shivers shot down his spine and throughout his body as he remembered the horny dream he had. God he wished it where real. He observed his clothing. He was drenched in blood. His whole body.

He pondered to himself in confusion then it clicked. After killing the human he had retreated back to the clearing and fell asleep after ... Waking up he knew aside from the perks of his wolf powers one downside was that wolves couldn’t remember events that happen after they detach from their human form.

He licked his chapped numb lips while his ears perked up, sirens could be heard from miles away, holy shit. The police had found his body. Quickly, he stood up and ran left towards large similar oaks trees, lucky for him he knew the woods so it was easy for him.

Suddenly while his head was turned behind him making sure he wasn’t seen he quickly looked forward and collided with anther body a loud grunt slipped passed his lips as he fell on the hard soil, groaning.

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Courtney: So, this is what you’ve been dealing with for over a year? Oscar: Longer, I guess. I didn’t realise where it was headed until it was too late… I thought you’d be safer without me. Courtney: [scoff laughs] Apparently not. Oscar: It’s not funny, I-…

Courtney: It’s better than crying… Neither of us could have known, not really. Oscar: If I knew you were familiar with Wyatt, there’s a million things I would have done differently. I would’ve-… Courtney: Oscar, stop; there’s no point dwelling on the would haves, or the ifs. You did what you thought was best.

Oscar: How’re you not livid with me right now? I’m an idiot for ever stumbling down this path, for not realising how fucked up it’d get, for putting you in danger, for-… Courtney: It’s not like you had any malicious intent, is it? Oscar: [sighs] I wish you weren’t so understanding sometimes.

Courtney: You beat yourself up enough without me adding to it. Both of us could have made different choices. Oscar: I told you, didn’t I? That first night we spent together... That you’d regret ever getting involved with a fuckup like-… Courtney: Cut it out. I knew you were on the path to self-destruction since the moment I met you… I didn’t think it’d be quite so spectacular, but it’s not like you to do things by halves.

Oscar: [scoffs] Courtney: I always said you needed to own your shit instead of running away; and that’s what you’re finally doing, right? Oscar: I don’t know anymore. We could leave? Maybe it’d be safer? Not that I’m assuming you wanna be anywhere near me-… Courtney: Wait, wait-.. you can’t give up now!

Oscar: What’re you talking about? I-… Courtney: You can’t sack it all off because of me, what about all the others who don’t have anyone to find them?! Oscar: I’m tired, Cookie; and I don’t even know what I’m going back to. I kicked off big time when I left; almost drowned his son, called him and his family shit stains, tried to punch him. I’m playing with fire here.

Courtney: You’re an Aries, fire is your thing. Oscar: [snorts] I doubt my zodiac sign is gonna help me out; one wrong move, and I’m as good as dead. Courtney: You better pick yourself up and tread lightly then. Oscar: You’re insane.

Courtney: You love it. Oscar: Yeah, I do… I don’t love all of this though. Whatever happens next, I don’t want you going back to that apartment. Courtney: Probably got fucking evicted anyway. Oscar: Nah, Ivan paid your rent, everything should be as you left it. Though, you might not have a job anymore…

Courtney: I didn’t think I would… I could put my stuff in storage? I don’t really wanna go back there either. Oscar: You could stay here, or with Noah and Aspen? I hate telling you what to do, but I can’t bear the thought of you being alone with everything going on. Courtney: I’d be okay staying here. What about you?

Oscar: I suppose I’ll go back to the city. I wanna stay here for a few days n’ get my head straight first; I reckon I lost more than a few marbles, looking for you. I kinda wanted to go rehab, but I’m not sure where that fits into all of this. I can’t do everything at once. Courtney: You should start by trying to get a decent night’s sleep. Oscar: Probably. You staying in here, or...?

Courtney: I think so. Noah’s old bear can keep me company. Oscar: Aha, he will. I’ll be next door if you need anything, okay? I’m so glad you’re here, Cookie; you’ve no idea how sorry I am for everything I’ve put you through. Courtney: I think I have a little bit of an idea…

Oscar: Hm. Courtney: I don’t hate you; you know. I still lo-… Oscar: Don’t say it, not yet. Think about everything for a while... I do too though. Courtney: I know.

#somnium #sims 4 #storytelling #ts4 story #sims story #simblr #oscar finch #courtney mcmahan #T-T

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A new beginning

Based on yet another prompt by @manescosmic's anon (your anon is giving lots of emotions and inspiration and is helping me procrastinate my wips 😂)

Prompt: “I try not to be a selfish person but when it comes to you, I can’t help it. You’re the only thing I’m selfish about.”

Contains spoilers for 3x05 so beware!

Alex had spent five days with Deep Sky, working on the Lockhart machine, coming up with a good excuse for having a turquoise that could activate it, and feeling more than previously the pressuring gaze of Ramos. His boss had seemed perplexed at the stone, to which Alex had only talked about finding it in the desert outside of Roswell.

So after five days of doing his job, researching the Lockhart machine more than was necessary while thinking about the stone, the apparent connection between the machine and aliens, and Michael (he always thought about Michael), he finally managed to catch a break and drove towards his house. Once he arrived, he made his way to his couch and sat down, taking off his prosthetic leg. He then switched on his phone for the first time since he came back to Deep Sky after the drive in and waited for all the messages to arrive.

Nothing could’ve prepared him for what he read. Kyle had gotten an alien Radio from his father with an alien message. Wyatt Long had suffered memory loss. Liz came back (that, he knew) but left again. Jones (who Alex found out was an identical version of Max but perhaps evil?) told the aliens stories about their parents (explaining Michael’s state at the drive in). Kyle was apparently the murder victim, nearly died, was saved by Max (who wasn't dying anymore?). Someone killed one of Jordan Bernhardt’s friends leading to protests and the regiment intervening (turns out it was Jones). Something happened to Max (who was healed?) but not before something happened to Kyle (again). All the details were confusing and the different messages he got were sometimes contradicting. Reading all these messages in one go, Alex was feeling quite overwhelmed and would need to call someone to help him sort through what he had missed. One message however struck out, leaving him with a sense of pride and sadness, so he went back to read it a few times.

I know you’re not gonna see this for a while, but I’m gonna do better by those I hurt. And that includes you. So, I’m sorry for everything. Said the message by Michael Guerin. Alex had to blink a few times and look at the contact to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. He was proud that Michael was making peace with what had happened, and Alex was sure that one of the people Michael meant to talk to was Rosa (who had also sent him a message about Michael at the Crashdown). He was also saddened by the fact that Michael felt he needed to apologise to him for everything. They were both to be held accountable, and he was starting to realise that he too had some apologies to do.

Just got back from work. He wrote back, with a sad and hopeful smile, hopeful that things between them were perhaps on their way to be better. You’re not the only one responsible, and I’m sorry too. He pressed send and laid his phone beside him, not expecting an answer quite so soon.

He was wrong, as his phone buzzed shortly after he rested his head on the back of the couch. He picked it up and smiled as he read the message. Glad you’re back, everything ok? Michael really worried about too many things, but himself, which was a trait he also held. His thumbs hovered above the keyboard as he thought about what to answer. Was everything okay? He probably wasn’t, but he didn’t really know the feeling of being okay. The machine wasn’t okay, there were still a lot of unknowns, of things he would need to discuss with Michael, but not tonight. No, tonight was about them, and for the first time in a while, he decided to put them first, to be a bit selfish in what he wanted.

All of that in mind, he quickly wrote back before he could regret it. Not really, but that’s for another talk. I know its late, but you wanna come over? I think we need to stop dancing and start talking. Reading back what he sent, he feared to come through too harshly, too menacing about what they needed to talk about. So he decided to add an emoji, to make things better (🙂). He groaned and put his head back, covering it with his hands. “Good job Manes,” he said at loud, "that's totally not creepy."

His phone buzzed again with an answer from Michael, emphasizing the fact that they were both so alike: Wow not creepy at all! Making Alex chuckle, glad he didn't push Michael away, again. The dots on the screen indicating Michael was still typing stopped, and for a moment Alex feared he had been too abrupt. Then, came the message, On my way, I'll bring you some food.

Alex was touched that once again, Michael thought about others and not himself, and knew that Alex probably hadn't prioritised eating over dealing with everything. While he waited for Michael to arrive, he went into the bathroom to get changed into clothes that hadn't been worn for five days and settled back on the couch to read all the messages again, trying to keep up with what he had missed.

He heard Michael's truck park outside then a knock on the front door. He made his way to open it, leaning on his crutch, and was met with Michael, smiling at him with a few curls dangling in front of his eyes, that Alex had to fight not to push back. He had his hat in one hand and a box of noodles to heat up in the other. "Hey." said Alex, leaning to the side to let Michael in. "Thanks for the food," he continued, leading Michael inside and towards the kitchen, "I didn't get a chance to eat yet, so-"

Once in the kitchen, Michael turned around, admiring all the kitchenware Alex owned. "Yeah, I kinda figured." he said, making Alex chuckle slightly. Alex took the box from Michael and put it in the microwave. They waited in silence, then once the microwave beeped, they made their way to the living room, where they sat opposite each other, Michael letting Alex eat while he fiddled with the bandana on his hand.

"I, uhm, made a decision?" Michael said, as Alex was putting down the empty box on the table, the chopsticks laying beside it. He raised his eyebrows in question, wanting to let Michael speak but also indicating he was paying attention and intrigued. "I'm gonna be there for the ones I care about, and- and I'll try not be selfish, you know? To not be my father or whatever." He continued, making Alex's heart ache. Their fathers. That was the problem wasn't it? They both feared to be like their fathers, to be monsters, and by doing so, Alex had pushed Michael away, feeling that he was protecting him. And Michael had done similar things, feeling a hunch about where he came from.

"You're not selfish, Michael." Alex said. Seeing that Michael had lowered his head, not believing it, he continued, "You're not. You brought me dinner even though you didn't have to. You went to the Crashdown to clean the mess the racists had done. You even babysat Kyle for a day." He thoroughly believed every word he said, and Michael raised an eyebrow at the mention of Kyle. "I have received many confusing messages explaining the last few days, which I'm gonna need to dive in with explanations, but not tonight." Alex said, making Michael laugh since he had actually lived the five days and even him was confused. Tonight is about us, thought Alex, figuring out how to formulate that in the best way.

He didn't have time to, since Michael beat him to it. “I try not to be a selfish person", he said, "but when it comes to you, I can’t help it. You’re the only thing I’m selfish about.”

Alex was taken aback by those words. He knew that Michael had feelings for him, how couldn't he, but hearing him say it, he admired the growth Michael had made. And he too had made progress, had grown since the last time they were together. If Michael was going to try to make things better, not mess things up, Alex would do too, and maybe together they could figure things out.

"I'm selfish about you too, Michael."

And with that, they promised to one another that they would try, and not give up on them. Because their story had found a new beginning.

#i hope i didnt forget things #about what alex missed #*insert meme with the pizza delivery guy*#i know i need to update my wips #but i was so inspired by this prompt #there should be a groupchat #that way no more miscommunication #but then the show would be over lmao #i need them to talk #especially malex at this point #rnm spoilers #rnm fic #michael guerin #alex manes #rnm 3x05 #malex #thesquidkid writes

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Now!! A couple final thoughts.

YES Grace deserves to be boss at video games. YES Judd bond with your son. YES FINALLY OWEN DIDN'T COMPLETELY SAVE THE DAY HE WA JUST NEEDED!!!

Like thank GOODNESS gosh

Anyway! Time for the episode. . .

REVIEW

Now I'll be honest: I did actually really like this episode! It's definitely not my favorite of the season so far (especially due to the conspicuous lack of Tarlos -.- /lh), but I still thought it was a pretty solid episode. Definitely very unique, although the plot to me kinda dragged a little bit. We had the barbed wire, and then alllllll of that intertwined, with some sprinkles of Tommy in there, then randomly smack in the middle the medical rescue (at least we got to see TK! And Nancy :))) - though he seemed rather quiet this episode, but he's probably just chilling :)); glad he was concerned for Owen though, but, well, eh, we'll talk about that in a moment :)) ) which sorta fed into Tommy's episode arc, and then back to the rest of it, before finally, the gift tracking-down. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed it, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Just felt a little bit funky to me.

Now things I DID like!

Gonna get TK out of the way real quick because there wasn't much of him because it's not about him (not always/right now I mean) but he's my baby so I have to talk about him (and Carlos, though there's obviously not much to say there lol) for a minute and just get it out of the way xDD. As usual, loved my boy, that hasn't changed, even the brief glimpse of Carlos we saw in the promo (not like a literal split second, but, yk lol xdd). Still manifesting/excited for Carlos to take the detective test, especially if it means stressed, studying Carlos (TK helps? 👀👀👀👀 Studying or with stress whichever one lol, or both, goodness knows he's taken plenty of tests with all his firefighter-ness and paramedic-ness). Anyway, I thought the little bit of TK checking on Owen was cute :)). For radiation poisoning, I mean. Also, the "And my nightmares", about the roundworm - yeah, probably mood XD. Lol, anyway!! That's enough about TK, and Carlos.

Now! I accidentally took a while talking about him/them/that and I really do need to hurry right now, so I hope I do the others, yk, the main parts of the episode xdd, justice, lol. Now first, the Ryders!

As usual, I LOOOOOOOOOOVE them 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍. Like, they're babey. Okay?? They're just babey. Now, with Charlie (and I guess, kinda in a way, Wyatt??) especially lol. I really loved the bonding between Judd and Wyatt, even if it was a rocky road/slope (I don't even know right now lol who knows what I want I just do), and had some really awkward moments that I had to hide from. It was scary 😭😭😭😭😭 /lh /hi. Anyway, lol, I'm glad they're starting to work it out :'))) ❤️❤️. Literally, my babeys <33333. All of them, lol xd. Parent and kid alike, any four of 'em - 5, I guess, if you want to count Wyatt's mom. Whatever the heck when face/name is lol xdd. I should probably know- well, not "know by now", since we've known her for like, an episode (as she wasn't in this one I guess I mean, idrk lol), but eh, still, I should probably know lol. Anyway!!

Owen. Nice job not being the ENTIRETY of the solution or episode. Not the ENTIRE focus. Nice, lol. Also, we find out you're a weirdo /j. But seriously though, just imagine the team coming up like "Uhhh???? Cap believes in aliens????" and TK's just like "Just don't question it, y'all. Just move on and don't question." XDDD. Anyway, nice job my dude, lol. And pretty funny, again too, you just weren't the complete (well last time it was more just 'physical' I guess because ~Carlos~ and thought about saying Tarlos so also ~Tarlos~ but to a lesser degree lol) hero :))). Nice, lol :D xD!

And, finally, Tommy. Hunny. Darling. Huh. Honey. Babe. Babey. Love. Babes. Baby. HOOOONNNNNNNNEEEYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. You don't deserve this darling :'((((. All of these terms are platonic XD. Anyway, I love her so much, but bestie, neither of us deserve this :'''((((( 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. You deserve so much better, honey - not that it's better than him, but I mean like, than this sadness.

So sad 😢😢😢, but I'm glad the candles kit back up :'). He was here. Charles was here watching and is ready to protect who he loves <3333 😭😭😭. And I love that the candles re-/lit 😍😍😍. Heartbreaking, and magnificent.

Now, the plot! I did actually like it :)). Kinda depressing and sad, what happened to them (like, those people, the artists <3 <33), but nonetheless, VERY interesting. And yeah, like I said earlier, certainly very unique. Lol, anyway, yeah! Quick notes:

Wyatt is babey :))) He is mine your honor <3333

Nah but his mom gets it, and then Judd after her, and then probably everyone else, in the firefam and outwards, before me lol, but still XDDD. Anyway, lol, last quick note:

IS THAT TIM'S CAT????

THAT'S PROBABLY TIM'S CAT

Dying thank you <3333 😭😭😭😭

Two deaths (noy literally - in the ~ p a a A a A A a s t ~) in this episode today, dang.

Lol, anyway, yeah!

Overall: I very much likes the episode. It wasn't my favorite, but, in fact, I haven't found an episode (specifically this season, but, really, at all, to be honest) that I DIDN'T like yet. And, well, while I don't want to jinx myself, I don't think I well! I'll have ones I enjoy more and/or ones I'll enjoy less, but I just love this show :DDD!! I don't think it's possible for me to actually fully dislike or even hate an episode :)).

So yeah! I'm scared of the promo, having feelings, and while this wasn't my absolute favorite episode of the series in general or the season so far, I still really enjoyed it and had a fun time :)).

So!!! This has been my episode review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 3, Episode 6: The ATX Files

I'm super excited for the next one 😁😁😁 :)))!!! And that will be my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 3, Episode 7: Red vs. Blue

See you next week :)))))!!!!

#oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #9-1-1 lone star #911 ls #911 lone star #9-1-1 ls #9-1-1 lone star s3e6 #9-1-1 lone star season 3 episode 6 #9-1-1 lone star the atx files #the atx files #9-1-1 the atx files #9-1-1 lone star s03e06 #9-1-1 lone star s03e06 the atx files #episode review #9-1-1 lone star review #9-1-1 lone star episode review #9-1-1 lone star s03e06 the atx files review #9-1-1 lone star s03e06 review #oh yeeaaaahhhhhhh I heard somewhere about that capture the flag thing with fd vs pd #ahhh okay maybe I don't have to be as worried as I thought 😅😅 lol #still I do think it'll get a bit too serious but if a game or somethibg simple like that happens #even in the episode after that like two episdoes from bow episode 8 #I'd be down for that and I'll only be a little in fear :))#tk strand #carlos reyes #owen strand #tarlos #judd ryder #grace ryder #tommy vega #love y'all!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ :DDDD :))) :p :33 goodnight <3!!

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Chapter 13 - Papa don’t preach.

Episode 1. Andy: Hey! Give me a hand to get over this fence will ya? *He was already hanging half over it, but his jeans leg had gotten caught on a small bend in the fence, and now he was sorta stuck* Willow: *She grinned wide as she faced his round bubble butt, hanging directly in front of her face* Andy: *He whimpered soft* Bitch! No! Willow: *She grinned wider and slapped his butt, squeezing it firmly as her hand connected with the firm but juicy behind* Ezra: Mo-hooom *he snorted soft and shook is head* Andy: STOP IT YOU COW!!! Willow: *She smirked cheekily and gave the cheek a couple more squeezes* To quote Madonna, 'Papa Don't Preach'...you know you like it behind closed doors! Andy: *Whimpered uncomfortably* Ezra: I'm pretty sure Madonna stopped at 'Papa Don't preach' *he chuckled cheekily* Willow: Well, I guess Madonna doesn't have as sexy a papa as I do? *she grinned wide as she let go* Travis: *He shook his head, but couldn't help but chuckle* I'm having a hard time figuring who's worst of you three *he grabbed the fence and jumped over it, light as a feather* Ezra: Hey! The fuck did I have to do with it man?! *he laughed soft and quickly jumped after Travis, running slow to catch up with him on the other side* Willow: *She chuckled soft and nodded at Wyatt* After you babe! Wyatt: *He shook his head lightly and grabbed Andy's pants leg, freeing him, before he climbed over the fence quickly, waiting for Willow on the other side* Willow: *She chuckled soft and bent her knees, then jumped, as if it was no big deal, landing elegantly on the other side* Wyatt: Cheater Willow: Jealous? *She winked at him and started running towards the others slowly*

Andy: Uh..... guyyyys.......

Willow: You're free you dummy! Get over here! *she laughed hoarsely*

Andy: *He groaned soft as he wormed himself over the top of the fence, then lost balance and slammed down on the ground with an even louder groan*

Wyatt: Is he alright?! *He looked a bit concerned as he caught up with the others*

Willow: Don't baby him, he has had rougher falls than that! *she chuckled soft*

Andy: *He coughed lightly, raising one finger in the air, to salute his girl in the best way possible*

Willow: See? He's fine! *she chuckled soft* the day he doesn't flip me off, is the day you should be concerned *she slapped Wyatt gently on his shoulder* Alright... so tell us again, what the hell are we doing here?

Wyatt: *He scratched the back of his head gently*

Willow:....... Wy?

Wyatt: ........ *he looked a bit uncomfortable around and shook his head* Wasn't my idea

Travis: Look *he wrapped an arm around Wyatt's shoulders and grinned at Willow, as he half hang on Wyatt a beer dangling from his free hand* Dude living in this mansion *he gestured with the bottle at the house behind them* Is fucking loaded okay? And here I mean FUCKING LOADED!!! He's actually so loaded that he's paying for a lot of illegal stuff, and we have been trying to take him down for months! Only problem is, he's so loaded that apparently he has his hands in the back pockets of the local police.

Willow: *She frowned soft and looked at the house* Uhm.... if we are on some vigilante mission, then why the heck did we ditch the demon back in NY?

Travis: Demon? *He looked surprised at Willow*

Willow: Ronan!... my dad was with Ronan when we met with him

Travis: Oh, that must have been while I was pissing in the alley *he chuckled soft* yeah, I guess he could have been useful if he's into "vigilante" kinda stuff

Willow: *She snorted soft* Fuck if I know?! I'm still not quite sure what it is you want us to do here?

Travis: *He grinned wide* A small thing I like to call a B & E

Willow: *She chuckled hoarsely* Nuh-uh! Not with dad here!

Andy: *He panted soft as he finally caught up with them* Not with dad what?

Ezra: Hey... are we doing this or what? *he joined the small group with a brick in his hand*

Andy: Uhhh *he looked at the brick, looked at Willow, looked at grinning Travis, looked at excited Ezra, looked at Wyatt who tried his best with a poker face* What the fuck's going on?

Willow: We're getting out of here, that's what's going on *she shook her head and looked at Ezra with firm eyes* Put that down!

Ezra: But mooo-om!

Willow: Abso-fucking-lutely no!

Travis: Trafficking, Willow.

Willow: *she paused and looked at him, squinting her eyes*

Travis: *The half drunken grin from before was gone*

Willow: Kids?

Travis: *He swayed his head from side to side* Teens, legal... but still against their will. Apparently that doesn't matter to the police as long as they get a big fat paycheck under the table *he sighed deep and irritated*

Willow: *She looked hesitating at the big white mansion, it was easy to see the guy was loaded with such a big home, not to mention the spotless garden they were standing in*

Travis: He's on vacation.

Willow: *She looked back at Travis, squinting her eyes further* And what exactly is your idea?

Travis: *He shrugged lightly* Have some fun with the place while Wyatt and I take a trip around the property to try to come up with some solid evidence. I bet there will be some sort of papers, any sort of evidence we can get our hands on could really help. Guys like this tend to get cocky when they know the police is on their side, and once they get cocky, they stop being cautious, and start leaving traces.

Willow: *She sighed deep* I'm not sure this is a good idea

Andy: *He quickly grabbed the brick from Ezra's hand and ran a few quick meters, tossing the stone at full power, sending it smashing loudly through a big glass door*

Willow: OH FOR FUCK SAKE!!!!

Andy: *He chuckled hoarse and looked back at her* What?! There's no fucking houses around, someone had to make a move or we're gonna stand here chit chatting all night!

Willow: *She pointed angrily at Travis* This is the first and last time we bring HIM around for anything, and I prefer if you keep my son out of it as well! *She frowned deep* first itsy bitsy smell of trouble my nose catches, and I'm portalling us out of here, and I aint waiting for you two to jump the train!

Travis: Fine alright! No reason to be so prissy about it! You're free to go whenever you wish, I just thought someone like you would like to be a part of something like this... being a woman and all.... maybe you could relate to what-

Willow: Don't run that shit with me, Travis! It's fucking low to bring people to something like this without informing them first. Fuck! *she sighed deep and ran her fingers through her long ice pastel blue hair* Yes I do wanna be here, if you say he has done that kind of shit... well... I can come up with several things I would love to do then! Of the top of my head I'd say I'm actually kinda bummed out he's on vacation, but that’s not the point! Look, getting my dad involved leads to trouble one way or another.... and it's not exactly like he... or you for that matter "blend in", so if there's any cameras or sudden eyewitnesses

Travis: We already hacked the cameras

Willow: *She sighed deep* Fine... okay... you have an hour, that's it, then we are out, no matter what

Travis: *He grinned wide* That's all we need baby

Willow: *She cringed, very much hating when men would call her 'baby', but before she could get to sass back at him, she noticed her dad was gone* Oh for fuck sake! Where did he go now?!?

Ezra: I got it mom! *he quickly ran in the direction of the broken window, quick assuming Andy had probably entered the building*

Willow: Goddammit Travis!

Wyatt: *He shook his head lightly* I'll go find them. *He stuck his hands in his pockets, and walked fast in the direction the others had left*

Travis: I'm sorry. We were already on our way when you got the call from your dad, I should have said something... I really didn't think it would be an issue to drag him here... and honestly, don't think it's the first time Ezra has done some illegal shit.

Willow: No, I'm well aware that he's no angel *she slowly walked towards Travis, but that doesn't mean I wanna stand and watch as my son gets arrested a couple of weeks before Christmas!

Travis: Fair enough... I am truly sorry, Willow, I didn't mean for-

Willow: *She sighed deep* I know, I know... just a slightly dumb pretty boy like all the rest of them *she grinned as she gently slapped his cheek, then stepped real close, so close he could feel her breath against his cold lips as she spoke in a lowered alluring voice* It's just your luck, that pretty dum-dums are my favorite type of men.

Travis: *He smirked cheekily* Oh yeah?

Willow: Yeahhh *she almost purred, then out of the blue grabbed his balls so tight, she could swear she heard them creak like an old wooden floor* But don't ever... call me baby... again *she leaned in, licked his lips seductively, and let go, quickly walking in the direction of the others* Coming Ash?

Travis: *He groaned painfully and fell backwards down on the soft grass, relieved it was early November and the grass had a tiny layer of frost on it, so he could slowly roll over and gently press his sore groin against it*

#Trigger warning:#None?#Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn #Willow #Willow Amalthea Shaw-Cullman #Ezreal McLelland #Ezra #Wyatt D'Angelo #Phrack #Travis Maycock #Ash #Ashes #unicorntales

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maskedmochii · 3 years

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Corpse: Never Saw You

Corpse x Fem!Reader

An idea popped into my head so I decided to write it. I'm not gonna just make up a random face and put it on him cause I find it so very disrespectful to give him a random face that looks the way you want it to. If Corpse ever says anything being uncomfortable with having fanfics about him, this will be removed. ENJOY! I DO NOT KNOW MUCH ABOUT CORPSE SO IF I GET SOMETHING WRONG LET ME KNOW!!!!!

******

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* At exactly 7AM the sound of my alarm rang through my room. I moved my hand my hand to find the noisy clock. Finally turning it off, I groaned as I sat up and slowly opened my eyes. Maybe staying up until 5 in the morning when I have to be at work by 8 was not a great idea. Oh well, too late now. I quickly got ready for day the ahead and sat down to eat my breakfast.

"Yo, did you leave some for me?" Wyatt, my roommate and best friend of 12 years asked jokingly. I must've fallen asleep cause I felt Wyatt hit me on the head with a spoon. "Y/N, you good?"

"Yeah, I was just up late." I replied, pulling my phone out. 7:37 it read.

"I'm gonna start taking your books and notebooks at night." Wyatt said, grabbing his food.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." I said. I put on a video and ate.

"You watching Corpse again?" he asked teasingly.

"No," I answered. "it's Sykkuno so hush." Wyatt laughed to himself, sat down and moved my phone over so he could watch too

*Le time shkip*

I checked the time on my phone 7:53.

"Shit! Wyatt I got go!" I jumped out of my seat, grabbed my keys and bolted out. I turned on my car and sped off to work. Once I got there I ran inside, put on my name tag, I did more things that you wouldn't care to hear. I made my way to the electronics section and walked around to see if anybody needed help. I came across a tall man with curly hair so dark it looked black. He was dressed in black from head to toe.

"Hello sir, do you need any help? I asked.

"No, I'm good thank you." he responded, his voice deep and raspy. It sounded so familiar. I accidentally let out a gasp of surprise when it hit me. Holy shit, he's here! What's he doing at Target, let alone the one I work at. He looked at me, confused.

"I uh, um, well you-if y-you need anything don't be a-afraid t-to ask." I stuttered. I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks.

"Are you okay?" he asked, a small laugh escaping his mouth. God, that's adorable

"Y-yeah, I'm just...your v-voice kinda surprised m-me." I replied. Please stop stuttering already!

"Oh, uh sorry 'bout that." he said.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "it's cool."

"On second thought, I'm trying to get a new camera for my sister. Do you have a preference on what I should get?" he asked, looking into my E/C eyes.

*le time shkip because I'm lazy*

"Thanks for the help." he said.

"No problem Corpse!" I said cheerfully, well I was cheerful until I realized what I said. "I mean um, oh God uh." He just stared at me, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"You know?" it was more of a statement then a question.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't want to say anything to s-scare you away." I said, looking everywhere but at him. "I promise I won't tell anybody, I'll pretend I never saw you." we stood there awkwardly for a few minutes when he let out a small breath.

"Please don't tell anybody. I'm not just saying this for me. I don't want people attacking a pretty girl like you to get information about me." he said. He's trying to help the both of us, God he's nice wtf! Wait, did he call me pretty? Awww I nodded my head, finally looking at him and smiling. He returned it and I could feel my cheeks warming up. He laughed a bit, enjoying the affect he had on me. I was burning now. Why's he doing this to me?!?!?!

"I guess I have to go now." he said, his smile slightly falling.

"Oh, uh well, have a good day." I said, starting to turn away.

"Wait," he started. I looked back at him confused. "could I maybe get your number?" I felt my cheeks get warm again HOLY SHIT, CORPSE WANT'S MY NUMBER!!!!

"Uh, yeah. Sure." He pulled out his phone and handed it to me. I hesitantly put my number in and gave it back. I gave him another smile before going back to work. OMFG I JUST MET CORPSE HUSBAND!!! HE ASKED FOR MY FREAKING NUMBER! AHHHHHHHH!!! I finished the day with a spring in my step, definitely the best day ever.

******

"Bitch, I'm home!" I shouted, entering the apartment and closing the door.

"Hey!" Wyatt greeted, giving me a side hug. "How was it?"

"Great, very very great." I said cheerfully.

"Really, what happened?" he asked.

"I got a customer that was really frickin' nice and they just made my day." I answered.

"That's cool. Wanna play Mario Kart?"

"Grab me a White Claw and five minutes, let me go change." I told him. I sprinted up the stairs and into my room. I shrugged off my work clothes and threw on some sweats and a tank top then made my way downstairs again. Wyatt handed me a controller.

"I'm gonna kick your ass." he joked, selecting his character.

"You say that everytime yet I always win." I said, choosing mine.

******

I grabbed my phone and scrolled through Instagram for a bit. When I was about to put it down, it buzzed. Looking at the text I started to blush.

Unknown Number:

Unknown Number: Waddup Baby ;)

#corpse x reader #corpse #corpse oneshot #corpse imagine #youtube fanfiction

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calpalirwin · 3 years

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Painted Pink Room

Summary: Cake adopts a kid.

Word Count: 3.1k

And away, and away we go!

It started with Ashton and Michael introducing them to Wyatt. Wyatt was a spunky little guy of two and a half years old with a mop of wild curls and an infectious little laugh that had Luke looking over at Calum with big pleading eyes and a small pout. And all Calum could do was give a small nod. “So, uh,” Calum started, clearing his throat. “Ash, how did you and Mike… you know?”

“Decide to adopt? Why are you and Luke thinking of doing the same?”

“I mean…” Calum shrugged nervously. “There’s a lot to figure out and whatnot. But uh… kinda hard to deny that this,” he gestured out to the yard where Michael was dying a dramatic death for the benefit of his son who, at Luke’s coaxing of “get him Wyatt!” pounced on Michael, “doesn’t look half bad,” Calum concluded.

A shriek filled the air as Michael roared and started tickling the boy, yelling “Ahahahaha! You fell right into my trap! Now the tickle monster got you! Oh no! Say ‘Uncle Luke help!’”

“Help, help!” Wyatt pleaded with more giggles, pulling at Luke’s hand.

Luke immediately jumped into action, whispering something in the boy’s ear that made him light up before hollering “Attack!” and both Luke and Wyatt started tickling Michael back, all three of them gasping for air amid the storm of giggles.

Ashton and Calum shared a laugh, and then Ashton sighed longingly. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a process. And lots of talking before anything gets done. But the end result is pretty fuckin’ great.”

“Yeah. So how did you and Mike decide that this is what you guys wanted?”

“I mean for me it was easy. I always wanted to be a dad. To prove I could do it without making the same mistakes. But I was afraid of those mistakes, too. Still am. Absolutely scared shitless.”

Calum nodded understandingly. Ashton’s parental history was significantly more fucked than his own had been, but he understood more so than Luke and Michael could about not wanting to repeat mistakes their parents had made. “And Mike?”

Ashton giggled, “Mike is like a big kid himself. He’s great with Wyatt. But he wasn’t sure he was ready for the responsibility that comes with all this. Cuz it’s a lot. I won’t sugarcoat that for ya. But, I dunno. It’s hard to explain how despite all the what ifs and worries, you have a kid anyway. It’s like a blind leap of faith. You just do it and hope for the best.”

“Mhm, and uh… sorry for all the questions, but how did you guys know you wanted Wyatt and not like… adopt a newborn, or try a surrogacy so the kid shared DNA with at least one of you?”

“Well, for one, DNA doesn’t make a family. You know that as well as I do. I mean, look at us, we all found family in each other. But we thought it’d be an easier adjustment with a slightly older kid. Like we wanted them relatively little to have all those experiences. But a newborn felt like it would be too much. And then we met Wyatt and everything just clicked.”

“He’s a cute little thing, that’s for damn sure. Has the coolest dads I know, too.”

Ashton grinned and wrapped an arm around Calum’s shoulder for a sideways hug, “Thanks man. And any kid would be lucky to have you and Luke for dads, you know that right? And you’d have mine and Mike’s support the whole way. Plus it’d kinda be cool if you wanted to give Wyatt a cousin.”

Calum laughed. “Alright, alright. It’ll be a serious discussion now. Gotta make sure it’s not just a bad case of baby fever.”

“Oh, for sure. That’s a conversation all on it’s own.” As he unwrapped his arm from Calum, he glanced at his watch. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Nap time. Ready to see if it’s just a case of baby fever? Mike!”

Michael’s head popped up, and Wyatt took the small distraction to tackle Michael again, the man falling on his ass with a small oomph! “Huh?!” he asked as he wrapped up Wyatt to keep the boy from climbing all over him.

“Time to wrap it up.”

Michael nodded once, standing up and taking Wyatt with him. “C’mon you. Nap time.”

At the word “nap” Wyatt let out a piercing wail and started squirming against Michael’s hold on him. The wail had all four men wincing, and Luke shot Calum a quick glance as if to say “Ooof, could you imagine?” “Ow, Wyatt, we don’t hit. It’s not nice,” Michael scolded lightly, simply adjusting his grip to limit the boy’s protests.

“No!” he wailed, big crocodile tears running down his face.

“Hey,” Ashton said softly, stepping in to help, a thumb brushing away the tears on his son’s face. “Take a breath for me,” and when Wyatt let out a blubbering huff of air with only a sniffle, Ashton smiled at him. “That’s my boy. Now, do you want Daddy to read you a story, or Papa?”

Wyatt sniffed again before making grabby hands for Ashton. Michael kissed his hair before passing Ashton Wyatt. “We’ll play more later. You gotta rest first. And so does Daddy. Love you, bug.”

Ashton chuckled softly as he took Wyatt on his hip, the boy’s head snuggling into his neck. Ashton gave Michael a quick kiss before saying he’d be down in a bit and disappeared inside the house.

“How’d you decide who was Daddy and who was Papa?” Luke asked as the other three men filed inside and settled on the couch in the living room.

Michael shrugged. “Not sure really. It kinda just happened. I mean, it doesn’t really mean too much right now.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well we’ve only had Wyatt a month. Ashton and I try to refer to each other as Daddy and Papa for his sake. To make it more commonplace. I mean, that’s what they said to do. Them being the agency, and the support groups, and all that. But, it’s all new to him. Like he knows I’m Daddy and Ashton’s Papa. But he doesn’t say it yet.”

“Oh… Well, he’ll get there, yeah?”

“Oh yeah. I’m not worried about it. I mean we got to spend plenty of time with him while everything was getting finalized, so he feels safe with us which is what really matters. Everything else is just details. So, Cal, what were you and Ash talking about?”

“Yeah, love, what were you guys talking about?” Luke asked with a suggestive eyebrow raise.

“Oh, I was just asking Ash some questions about how you guys came to decide on having Wyatt. Just curious was all.”

“Curious?” both blondes pressed.

Calum shrugged a little shyly, taking Luke’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “We’ll talk about it later, yeah Lu?”

Luke broke out in a grin while Michael laughed loudly. “Not so loud,” Ashton hissed as he came down the stairs.

“Shit, my bad,” Michael apologized. “He go down alright?”

“Out like a light. You and Luke really wore him out. So, what I’d miss?” he asked as he plopped down next to Michael

“Oh, nothing much. Just apparently Cal and Luke are thinking of following our footsteps.”

Ashton nodded. “Yeah, and Luke I’ll tell you what I told Cal outside. It’s a lot. But whatever help or support you guys need, if this is what you guys decide you want, Mike and I are behind you a hundred percent.”

“It’s definitely a conversation I want to have if Cal does,” Luke said, his hand resting on Calum’s thigh.

Calum rested his own hand on top of Luke’s squeezing it reassuringly. “Course, Lu. And thanks guys. The support means a lot.”

“Course, mate,” Michael told him. “Plus, Ash wouldn’t it be cool for Wyatt to get a cousin? It’s like a sibling with less stress.”

~~~

Later that night, Luke rolled over to his side in bed, propping himself up on his elbow, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. “Were you serious early?”

“Serious about what?”

“Us having a baby.”

“Course I was serious. We both wanna be dads, don’t we?”

In a burst of excitement, Luke pushed himself to sit with his legs crossed facing Calum, who mirrored the position, their knees pressed against the other’s. “You’re dead serious? Cuz I swear if you’re fucking with me I’ll never forgive you.”

Calum chuckled softly. “You think I’d joke about something like this? What do you think I was pestering Ash for?”

Luke shrugged and looked away shyly. “Figured you were asking all the stressful stuff so you could talk me down…”

Calum let out another soft chuckle, reaching out to guide Luke’s face back up to look at him. “I mean, Ash did mention that it’s a process, and a lot of discussions, and decisions to make. Like this doesn’t happen overnight. And that’s the easy part. I mean, we’re talking about the end result being us being responsible for a whole ass human.”

“Whoa… yeah that’s kinda scary putting it that way, huh? But…?”

“But if there’s anyone I’d wanna do this with, it’s you, Lu.”

“Yes!” Luke cheered before kissing Calum deeply. “Okay, so how did Ash and Mike get started? Do we wanna do what they did and adopt like a toddler? Or do we wanna go older or younger? Oh newborns are so cute! But it’s kinda cool when they can talk, and actually play too like Wyatt can. Oh, and imagine if we get a little girl? We can learn to do her hair and we can have salon parties all the time! Wait! Do you think we should look into surrogacy? A little mix of you and me? Is that possible you think?” Luke spewed out all the questions he had in a rapid fire barely taking time to breath between words. He paused to suck down a giant gulp of air, his face flushing. “Fuck, sorry, that was a lot.”

“There good questions, Lu. Definitely things we need to talk about. But maybe we start slower. Talk to Ash and Mike about getting in contact with the adoption agency they went through. See what all our options are and go from there?”

“Yeah that’s probably the smartest way to go about this. Just do what feels right each step of the way. Fuck… but we’re really gonna do this? We’re gonna try to have a baby? You and me?”

“Me and you,” Calum smiled.

It was quiet for a moment as they settled in for bed, their decision slowly sinking in. Then, just as Calum closed his eyes, Luke whispered out in the dark. “Hey, love?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I be daddy, and you be papa?”

“Sounds perfect, babe.”

~~~

The process, as Ashton had warned them, was a lot. There were interviews, home inspections, background checks, and seemingly endless piles of paperwork. And that was just for Calum and Luke to get cleared.

Several times they wondered if they should have gone the surrogacy route, but after a few meetings when they were shown some case files, it had been a no-brainer.

They sat side by side as they shifted through file after file, fingers knocking against each other as they pointed out whatever caught their eye. It was the file of a little girl, a baby really at thirteen months old, that had them both gasping at the same time. Brown eyes met blue and there was the briefest of nods. “Um, excuse me, what’s the story on this one? There’s not a lot here,” Luke asked the adoption agency clerk helping them.

“That’s McKenna. She came to us when she was a day old. Safe haven surrender. Sweet little girl. We can arrange a meeting if you’re interested.”

“That would be great, yeah.”

~~~

“So you guys are meeting her today, yeah?” Ashton asked.

“Yeah,” and even though both Calum and Luke were beaming, their voices shook. “Been waiting like what? A month for this?” Calum went on.

“I thought you guys were already four months into this?” Michael questioned.

“Yeah, we are. Shit has it been that long? But since we saw McKenna’s file and now it’s been a month. Longest month of my life…” Luke let out his breath in a small huff, raking his hands through his hair.

“Well, good news is that once you guys get approved to adopt, which you will, the actual adoption process won’t take as long,” Ashton pointed out. “That’s how it was with Wyatt. We got to know him for… what was it Mike? Like a little less than a year while all the processing shit happened. Because they’ll keep scheduling visits so everyone gets comfortable. Makes the transition easier. And then because we had that background established, the adoption process was like… 2 months I wanna say? And that was just waiting for the court date.”

“Something like that yeah. But hey, don’t sweat it if you and the kid don’t click. Like it’s okay. Take your time with it,” Michael jumped in.

“Yeah, definitely. No rush.”

“How did you guys know with Wyatt?” Calum asked.

“You’re just gonna know, mate. I promise. Instinct will take over and you’ll just know.”

Calum understood exactly what his friends meant when two hours later McKenna was set in his arms. Big brown eyes peered up at him full of confused wonder, deciding how she felt about the man holding her and the tall blonde smiling down at her. “Well, hey there, McKenna. I’m Cal, and this is Luke.”

McKenna watched Calum carefully as he spoke, before shifting her attention to Luke who was waving at her. She reached a small hand out towards Luke. Luke held out his index finger for her and her small fist wrapped around it. “Hey, sweetheart,” he cooed softly. “Oh, Cal, she’s beautiful isn’t she?”

“Yeah she’s a beaut, aren’t you, darling? Do you want Luke to hold you?”

Luke held out his arms warmly and McKenna wiggled a bit in Calum’s arms so he started to pass her over, but her free hand bunched itself in Calum’s shirt, not letting go, causing both men to laugh. “Alright, that’s okay. We’ll just hold hands,” Luke told her scrunching up his nose at her and tickling at her ribs, giggling when she giggled.

“This is the quickest I’ve ever seen her warm up to a family before,” one of the workers running the meeting mentioned. “Normally she’s way more shy than this.”

“Does that mean you like us, darling?” Calum asked. “Cuz I really hope it does.”

~~~

Eleven months. Eleven months of having to be content with limited visiting time with the little girl who stole more of their hearts every time they were with her. Eleven of the longest months they’d ever experienced before they got the phone call that everything had been approved and they could finally get in front of a judge to formalize the adoption.

“So, when can we schedule a court date?” Calum choked out over the phone.

“We can get the three of you in front of a judge in three weeks.”

“And that’s when we’ll be able to take her home?”

“Barring any complications, yes.”

“Complications? Um… Sorry, could you explain that?” Calum asked, holding up a finger at Luke who’s eyes went wide with worry.

“Usually it has to do with paperwork that wasn’t processed properly, or waiting the right amount of days, and in some rare cases biological parents popping out of the woodwork.”

“And, do you…” Calum faltered with his question.

“Foresee any complications with your case? No. Everything’s been processed, waiting periods have been waited, and safe haven surrender terminated the biological parents rights.”

Calum let out a small laugh of relief. “Okay. Awesome. That’s great. So three weeks?”

“I’ll forward you the information.”

“Great. Thank you so much.”

“Well?!” Luke demanded as Calum ended the call, chewing on his thumbnail.

“Three more weeks, Lu. Three more weeks and she’s all ours.”

“YES!” Luke whooped, wrapping Calum in a tight hug. “Our daughter’s coming home in three weeks! Three weeks, love! That’s nothing! We can do three weeks, no problem. Plenty of time to get her room set up.”

“Better get to work then.”

~~~

If asked, Calum and Luke couldn’t answer what happened in the courtroom, what with their shaking hands, and pounding heartbeats drowning out any other sound. The words that filtered in were muddled and slow. “Accepted” and “congratulations” before the gavel was pounding and they snapped out of their haze, tears free falling down their faces.

What they did remember in sharp focus was the drive home, with McKenna in the backseat. Luke kept turning in his seat and Calum kept peering through the rearview mirror, each one grinning every time she was still there when they looked, as if they expected each time to find the backseat empty like this had all been a figment of their imagination.

They remembered the way she started yawning and rubbing her eyes as Luke’s voice crooned a soft lullaby at bedtime. The hushed goodnights and I love yous, and the soft glow of the night light. And not sure of what else to do, they turned in for the night themselves.

The alarm clock on Calum’s nightstand said that it was a little after midnight when someone tugged at his hand.

Calum jerked awake, finding McKenna peeking up at him. “What’s the matter, darling?” he rasped.

“I scared.”

“You’re scared? Aw, c’mere, darling.” He peeled back the covers and helped her up into bed beside him. “Everything’s new, huh?”

She nodded, curling her body into him.

“That’s okay. Daddy and I will keep you safe, I promise.”

“Hmm?” Luke mumbled in his sleep. “Love, who are you ta- oh hey sweetheart,” Luke’s eyes blinked open to find Calum cradling McKenna. “Everything okay?”

“Just a little scared is all,” Calum explained.

“Mmm, well don’t worry, sweetheart. You wanna sleep in here with me and Papa?”

McKenna nodded before crawling over Calum to sandwich herself between her dads. “That’s our girl,” Luke smiled, kissing her forehead and drawing the blanket up snug. “All nice and cozy?”

“Mhm,” she nodded with a small yawn.

“G’night, darling. We’ll be right here if you need us,” Calum told her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “We love you.”

“So stinking much,” Luke added.

As they settled back down themselves, Calum and Luke heard the softest, “Night, wuv you too,” from McKenna, causing both men to fall asleep with grins on their faces, their little girl protectively snuggled between them. Perfect.

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