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angelasscribbles · 2 years
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New Beginnings: A Choices Prompt Story
This is for the prompt challenge hosted by @choicesprompts. Anyone who hasn't seen the prompt and wants to play along, go here.
Series: Ride or Die Fanfiction
Fandom: Ride or Die
Pairing: Logan x Ellie
Rating: G
Warnings for this chapter: none
Word Count: 1,259
A/N: I know I already submitted one, but I had two ideas for this prompt. I decided to write them both.
My other stuff: Master List.
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The cool wind pushes my hair back as I walk along the familiar path, every step taking me deeper into the past. It’s been years since I’ve been here, everything is different, everything is the same.
I’m not paying attention to the present as I walk, I’m too lost in memories of the past. That’s why I don’t notice the other person walking toward me until I hear a familiar voice call my name.
I freeze. It can’t be. What are the odds? I lift my head and my eyes dart wildly around before finally landing on a face I’d recognize anywhere, even now.
“It’s you.”
“Hey troublemaker.” He gives me that lopsided grin that has haunted my dreams for the last decade.
“Logan!” My breath stops, I freeze to the spot. My heart starts pounding in my chest. How? How does he still affect me like this all these years later?
I didn’t expect to find him here, but maybe I should have. The spot where Kaneko’s garage used to be is empty now. The entire block has changed. At least, part of it has. One side of the street is exactly how I remember it. The corner store, the donut shop, the car wash down at the end. The other side is completely new. Nothing I remember still stands, torn down, demolished, the town has moved on. The Chinese take out place is now a cell phone store, the massage parlor is gone, there’s a laundry mat there now. And the gaping hole where the garage used to be mirrors the one in my heart.
I haven’t moved on. I should have, years ago. I finished college, moved from one coast to the other, again, for law school. Worked here and there the first two years after I got my Doctor of Jurisprudence. I just moved back home to open my own law firm. I put a down payment on a house. My dad offered to let me move back home, save money, have home cooked meals when I get home from work. But I couldn’t do it, I can’t. I still blame him for a lot of what happened. I’m here, in this town, because of his failing health. That’s the best I can do for him. Things are still strained between us.
I’ve had many relationships since my formative one. Most of them transient, a few of them longer lasting, but they always end for the same reason. None of them are him. I’ve tried, I really have. There was even a misguided year long fling with Colt right after I’d moved back to the west coast to attend UCLA. Colt somehow made me feel closer to Logan. It wasn’t fair to him; it wasn’t fair to me, and it ended with bitterness and recriminations.
I know what my reasons are for being back here, in this town. I know what drew me to this particular city block this afternoon. But I don’t understand why he’s here, how he’s here.
“Say something Ellie.” His voice is soft, beseeching. He looks nervous, off kilter, vulnerable, and I want to run to him, but I don’t.
“Where have you been for the last ten years?” I sound argumentative, even to my own ears. I don’t care. He broke me. I can’t be broken again. I won’t.
“Prison, for a while. Your dad didn’t tell you?”
“What? No!”
Something hardens in his features, “I shouldn’t be surprised. I don’t suppose you got my letters, either?”
“What?” I feel tears spring unbidden to my eyes.
“I wanted to get out from under it all. I turned myself in, cut a deal, turned state’s evidence. I ran for the first two years, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted out from under all of it. I wanted to come back to you a functioning member of society. I did two years then spent another year in a halfway house. I got my GED; I got into community college and got a two-year degree in automotive technology.”
I do the math in my head, “What about the last three years?”
He watches me with a guarded expression before quietly replying, “I’ve been here. Waiting.”
“Waiting for what?” I feel a lump form in my throat. What is he saying?
“You.” He looks away, unable or unwilling to meet my eyes.
“Me?” It was true that I’d been bouncing all over the country for the last couple of years, and I’d been busy. Too busy to bother to update social media. Has he really been here, all this time, waiting for me to come back?
“Yeah. I have a job and an apartment now. I come down here every day, just because. I’ve run into Colt a few times.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously.
Colt. That fucking bastard. He has my contact information. He could have told me Logan was in town, but of course he didn’t. He wouldn’t.
“So…what? You moved back here for me? You come down here every day on the off chance that one day you’d run into me?”
A flush creeps up his neck, “I drive by your dad’s house sometimes too. God, I’m sorry. That makes me sound like a stalker, doesn’t it?”
“Logan, I….” I feel so many emotions well up inside me, tears gather in the corners of my eyes. This is literally everything I’ve wanted to hear for the last ten years. I’ve played out so many fantasies about this moment in my head, but I never thought it would actually happen.
“It’s ok, Ellie. I get it. It was ten years ago. I’m sure you’ve moved on. You’re probably married or something. I just…I just wanted to see you, know that you’re ok. I’ll go.”
He turns to leave, and the air rushes out of my world, the sun stops shinning. Again. “Logan, wait!”
He turns back, a guarded, but hopeful, expression on his face. “Yeah?”
I shrug, “Have dinner with me? Catch up?”
It’s a start. A beginning, maybe. It’s something, after years of nothing.
A hesitant smile pulls his lips up, “Really?”
“Really.” I finally move, closing the distance between us. The moment I’m within reach, he pulls me into his arms, hugging me tighter than I’ve ever been hugged.
“I’ve missed you so much!” He whispers into my hair.
I return the hug with just as much vigor, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. I pull away and wipe at my face. I take his hand in mine and tug him down the street, “Come on. I know a place.”
I check him out as we walk. He’s older. So am I. His hair is shorter, his smile is the same. The smile that’s haunted my dreams for the last decade. His face, his eyes, the callouses on his roughened hands, all the things that have taken up residence in my memory and made lasting relationships with other men impossible. It’s him. It’s always been him. A sudden certainty washes over me, the low-level anxiety that has buzzed insistently in the background of my mind, of my life, is suddenly just gone as a sense of rightness floods through me.
I smile up at him as we reach the restaurant and he pulls the door open for me, “I’m not married.”
His smile broadens, “That’s good news for me. You knew the boy I was, Ellie. I hope you let me show you the man I’ve become.”
“I can’t think of anything I’d like more.”
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aallotarenunelma · 2 years
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Hello! Now, I'm just spamming your ask box (sorry 😅), but I wish to nominate one more writer: my dearest friend @lorirwritesfanfic
I love all that she writes and her fics are awesome, and there's this one line of dialogue from Impromptu Dance - Part I: To Make Time:
"We can't go back to relive good moments. But we can always make time to enjoy new ones."
Thank you and I hope you're having a great time!
You're not spamming. :)
Dear @lorirwritesfanfic , with this quote requested by @missameliep , I hope you will know how appreciated you are. 🌸
Thank you for sharing your beautiful writing with us. Thank you for being a part of our community!
You matter. 💛
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ryuuisnotpresent · 11 months
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lil cutie patootie
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thatweirdkin · 4 months
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SPOILERS
When we leave with Solomon to our time again Satan's gonna give Solomon and you a big smooch
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exploring my transfem!cooper idea but only a little. timeskip design!
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Is anyone in this part of the Choices fandom still active? A lot of these posts seem a few years old but I decided to give this a shot anyway.
I just came back to the game recently after a few years (for RoD2 and Hero2) and found out Ride or Die 2 was cancelled ;-; It’s my favorite book on the app so I would love to interact with others in the fandom that want to talk about it (especially since Idk anyone irl that plays Choices), the characters, or what the plot could have been in book 2. Feel free to DM me!
I feel content deprived 😭🧎🏻‍♀️
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harbingerofdespair · 1 year
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Bring ride or die back, mona didn't deserve that
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a-cloud-for-dreams · 7 months
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Aww, them <3 I don’t know why I find it so funny when Logan and Colt are snarky with each other imao
Also this you, Colt? HMM?
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aces-and-angels · 1 year
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Title: Just Try It (Vaughn ft. the Mercy Park Crew)
A/N: A forgotten fic found in the depths of my drafts- originally this was supposed to be for ROD week, but I never ended up posting it. Until now lol 
I have not seen a lot of Vaughn content since joining Tumblr. Maybe I’m not looking hard enough, or maybe this is the start of giving this side character the major love he deserves. Side characters create the perfect opportunity for crack!fics- and damn it, I want to create a crack!fic. Think of this as: if Ride or Die had a filler episode.
Rating: PG/PG-13 (Swearing)
Pairing(s): Colt x MC (implied)
Summary: Inspired by this article. Vaughn is in a culinary rut and needs to reignite his imagination. So, he calls up his favorite band of criminals to help him.
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“Vaughn, you in there man? Are you hurt?” Logan frantically scanned his place for any signs of a break in. No broken windows- a good sign. He jiggled the doorknob. Locked. The eerie silence didn’t do any favors for his anxiety. He glanced down at the text that had him bolting out of the shop to his cousin’s apartment. 
Vaughn: HELP- need you here ASAP. 
“Wait a minute,” Logan yanked his wrist free, “you’re not being murdered?!”
His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. “Thank God, you’re here!” Vaughn pulled him inside and shut the door. “We have a shit load to do. Sooner we start, the better.” Logan was dragged into the kitchen where he saw piles of grocery bags filling up all the counter space. Annoyed, he gave his very unharmed cousin a glare.
“Why would you think I was being murdered?” He shoved his phone in Vaughn's face. He squinted as he read the small text on the screen. “That message was accurate. I regret none of those words.”
“Vaughn, there’s an entire gang out currently hunting my ass down. The hell was I supposed to think?”
“Look, I’m sorry. But I’m fine, see?“ He twisted his harms, "No stab wounds, I can walk, and I still look incredible.” Logan’s lip twitched upwards, the worry fading away from his body.
“You’re a six at best,” he teased, chuckling at his cousin gasping in mock-offense. “So, what’s with all the food?” He got a better look of his kitchen island. Pickles, blueberries, sesame seeds. “And what the hell are you trying to make?”
“I’m in a rut man,” Vaughn sighed, ignoring his question. “I haven’t come up with any new dishes for the truck in weeks and customers are starting to notice.”
“Is it really that bad?” 
“Yes it’s really that bad,” he echoed, “now call up the rest of the dream team. We’ve got work to do.”
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One quick text to the group chat later, the rest of the crew arrived and were sat in front of a table full of questionable looking dishes 
“Why did I come here?” Colt groaned, wishing he hadn’t followed Ellie.
Mona poked at a bowl of ice cream topped with diced pickles. “Full offense, V, I think these combos are going to put you out of business.” 
“We came because Vaughn needs our help,” she squeezed his hand underneath the table, partly to lift his spirits, mostly to make sure he didn’t run out the door. 
“You haven’t even tried anything yet,” he whined, setting down another one of his creations on the table, “look at Toby. Now that looks like a satisfied customer.” The group whirled their heads around to see him scarfing down a steak smothered in blueberry jam.  
“Wha-?” he asked, mouth full of food, “’s free.” 
Colt rolled his eyes, stabbing his fork into a green apple slice smothered in salsa. He took a deep breath before shoving the fork in his mouth. “How is it?” Ellie peered into her boyfriend’s eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. Wordlessly, he placed his fork to her lips for her to taste as well. She took a small bite, chewing slowly before swallowing. “Too much apple, not enough salsa.” 
“That’s what I thought,” Colt hummed, pushing the bowl back towards Vaughn. “You gotta dice the apple, man.” 
“It’s awful, but I can’t stop eating it.” His face contorted in disgust as he bit into another fry. “ My brain keeps gaslighting itself into thinking my experience is going to change.” 
“Dice the apple, got it,” Vaughn wrote down his feedback in his notepad. “Logan, how’re the honey chili fries with pickles?”
“Yeah, you can pair it with this salad that’s bringing up my repressed childhood trauma,” Mona deadpanned.
“Fries-induced Stockholm syndrome,” he scribbled another note down. “That could be a fun special, right?”
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Over the next few hours, the crew reluctantly filled their stomachs with Vaughn’s experiments, each one stranger than the last. After the last dish, they all sprawled out in the living room. 
“I’m definitely going to poop weird later,” Toby blurted out, breaking the silence.
“Dude, shut up,” Logan groaned. He was lying flat on his back, trying to ignore the growing pain in his abdomen.
“If I have to try another pickle-infused dish, I’m going to kill the next thing that moves,” Colt threatened.
“I’ll help you,” Ellie grumbled, her cheery disposition replaced with utter regret after the fifth pickle-forward recipe. “Why don’t people just sell pickles by themselves? You don’t need to do anything special to them,” her rant was muffled into Colt’s shoulder. He attempted to soothe her by kissing her temple while lightly stroking her back. The gesture seemed to work, as he felt her shoulders relax into him.
“Could you two be less nauseating? I’m trying not to hack up that salad,” Mona glared at the touchy couple across from her. With his free hand, Colt flipped her off, the grip on his girlfriend slightly tightening in defiance. She responded by flipping him off with both her hands. 
“I know y’all are hurting right now, but I really appreciate the help,” Vaughn said earnestly. Despite the twinge of guilt that he felt at seeing his friends suffer, he was certain that all those taste tests would help him keep his food truck afloat.
“No worries, man. Glad we could help,” Logan said with a strained voice, a new wave of pain hitting his stomach. 
“Speak for yourself, pretty boy,” Colt scoffed. He turned his head towards Vaughn, “I’m serious about killing you if you shove another plate in my face.” 
“Noted,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, feel free to crash here until you feel better.” The crew members mumbled a bunch of nonsense, which Vaughn took as an okay. 
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ladysophiebeckett · 2 years
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Solve It 5: An Affair To Forget
Your weekend getaway celebrating your engagement to your partner, fellow Detective T.S. Logan, gets cut short when he gets an unexpected call from the past.
A dead woman is found on Logan’s family estate, launching an investigation on the property. Instead of traveling by train alongside the California coast, you join your fiancé on an impromptu trip back east. What was supposed to be a happy engagement turns sour when Logan begins treating you less like his future wife and more like the arm’s length junior detective he took a chance on all those years ago.
Will your relationship survive or will this mystery be the one that breaks you?
(Happy Birthday @nikita-bishop !!! )
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riding-and-dying · 2 years
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Fluff Alphabet (Logan)
A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?
Logan adores her kindness and compassion and the way it manifests from simple kisses to all his cuts and bruises and scars to her leaving a snack for him to munch on for on the go, since he gets occasionally careless with his basic health due to his immense focus and devotion to his work. Some nights when it’s hard to sleep, she maps his body out with her lips and fingertips drawing lines to each point to form constellations on his body and he has never felt more cared for than in those moments. Other times though, he sees her compassion as a weakness that he fears will end her up in trouble. Just look at where they are now, up to no good and he claims to regret dragging her down with him, but there’s still that selfish side that rears its ugly head that wants to cling desperately onto them. He also adores the way her eyes light up when they see him and it feels like he can do no wrong in them, and fuck does he want to believe that. They’re so open and honest when her words can’t be, but he can’t blame her for that, because just look at him and what he’s done to get where he is. Logan also finds that when he looks into her eyes, it feels like he’s being stripped to his most vulnerable state, and feels the need to bare himself heart in hand for her. And if he’s not careful, he might just spill everything out to her one day, but some days that doesn’t sound so bad the idea.
B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?
No, they’re too young and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be fit to be a father. Just look at all that he’s made up and has to offer. He can hardly understand why Brie is still there, clinging to him as he does with her after seeing all his faults and lies. But he’s grateful nonetheless. Also, considering his past with his own parents, he doesn’t want a repeat of it, despite abhorring the behaviour, but there’s a persistent voice in his head that gnaws at his insecurities that make him believe the worst of him, they tell him that Brie will see who he really is and scorn him, and that dashes any hopes of domesticity with her by insisting he’ll become no better than his own parents.
C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?
His preference is when they’re relaxing on a bed or a couch or even the back of his car where he can just lie down or recline back and Brie is on top of him. Her head resting upon his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and the stories it weaves based upon his thoughts. Sometimes she’ll prompt him as to why his heart rate has quickened, and they’ll converse. Other times, she allows him to think freely without her voice to fill up the space. Logan also enjoys having his arms encircle her in an embrace that he hopes conveys all the happiness he gains from having her near him in the least.
D = Dates what are dates with them like?
If he’s the one to set the date up, expect cars to be involved, typically. They can range from exciting to calming, depends where the nights take them. On the more thrilling side, they can go racing each other, the winner perhaps being treated by the loser to a meal of their choice, or a kiss or two, or even higher stakes and do a punishment for the loser, such as running around in their underwear while the winner follows them around in their car while a friend of theirs film them. On the calmer end of the spectrum, a drive in theatre date, but without a fight, a scenic drive that ends in a picnic at a remote location, or on the rare occasion, they’ll stay in and watch movies and shows in his loft as they gorge on popcorn and M&Mx.
E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)
“You are my first and last and forever… if you would have me.”
F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?
The boy knew he caught feelings by the end of their first date, when he saved her from the cops. He knew he was definitely into her when he brought her into his world and introduced her to his brother. He lost himself when he gave her his lucky charm. He fell when he allowed himself to get comfortable with the thought that this can be a forever now. It was a cruel thought, being happy that she had been effectively disowned by her dad and no longer could walk within the sun, but fuck is he selfish. She’s his first good thing, the outlier, a mistake that grew into more, a carelessly made by product of his mission, and fuck is he grateful. He’ll spend the rest of his life making it up to her if he can keep this forever. He has few forevers in his life, little absolutes, but if she could become one, he would wholly devote himself to her.
G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?
In those moments that a drop of a pin could ruin, he’s gentle to a fault with her, cradling her to his chest as he would her heart. His love is sudden but tender and warm, never wanting to overstep his boundaries; afraid she might cast him aside for his transgressions, even though he knows better that she wouldn’t treat him so cruelly. He always awaits for her words to prompt his actions, but his mischievous hands sometimes take ahold of him and he grips her a bit firmer but never enough to hurt her, ever, but enough to convey that he wants her in a greater capacity than he could communicate with his words.
H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?
With a gentle reverence as he brings her hand to his lips and gingerly kisses the back of her hand before trailing them downward to her fingertips and palms and finally the pulse of her wrist. The first gasp that he draws from her is a separate reward from the simple pleasure he gets from worshipping her as she does for him many times before.
I = Impression first impression/s
He thought she was cute in a nerdy way. Book smart, but not streetwise. He never would’ve expected she’d become his everything, his raison d’être. She made him reconsider his life philosophy and put them to the test time and time again with her relentlessly bleeding heart. The craziest thing? He might be starting to see things her way the moment their kiss lingers a bit longer and the way that he could still feel the lingering heat in his hands from her touch and the fact that when he closes his eyes, he sees her.
J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?
Yup, but they’re harmless, like switching their milkshakes so that he can drink her chocolate one in exchange for his empty one. The look on her face is hilarious and he apologizes to her with a kiss and a promise of a new milkshake, which they’ll share.
K = Kisses how do they kiss?
Like he’ll never have the chance to again. It sears her lips and scorches her soul all to say that he was here and not to forget him.
L = Little things what little things do they love/notice?
Her tiny smiles that appear when she solves a problem from her homework, or the satisfaction that appears on her face while using her brand new school supplies. There’s also the unbridled excitement that sings in her voice when she speaks about things she’s passionate about like her studies or her favourite shows or foods.
M = Memory their favorite moment together
Their first time together. It was at night after a day of strenuous work when everything was quiet. The rest of the gang had went to bed, leaving only the two of them up. It began with jokes that drew him to her side, and consequently, into his bed. The way that her body shone in the moonlight will forever be etched into his memory.
N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?
Logan is rather spontaneous in his gifts, such as surprising her with drinks from Starbucks that he thought she’d like, or perhaps something that reminds him of her or vice versa. They once actually went to a carnival together, and Brie was obviously enamoured by the grand prize for the basketball game, a big brown teddy bear. She said that it reminds her of him, because they both have brown hair and the bear’s bow is the exact shade of his eyes, which Logan laughed at, but was endeared nevertheless. As a result, he obviously won that bear for her, how could he not? He’s also the kinda boyfriend to surprise his girlfriend with the occasional rose or bouquet when the mood strikes.
O = Orange what color reminds them of their other half
He’s reminded by the particular shade of blue of her Langston sweatshirt that she wears like it’s going out of fashion. When he learnt that she had it since she was 13, he had laughed, because of course she had it for that long and still insists upon wearing it. Seeing the sweater though is bittersweet because it reminds him of all the dreams that she has struggled tirelessly to obtain and here he is dashing it to the floor by merely appearing into her life. However, it also reminds him of her determined spirit because she had the shirt since she was 13, and if that didn’t spell conviction, he didn’t know what did. And the fact that she ain’t blowing smoke from her mouth earns mad respects from him.
P = Petnames what petnames do they use?
He calls her “troublemaker” and “sparkplug”. The first one is a joke that she’s the more troublemaking of the two, which she digresses. The second one came up after he gave her his lucky charm and they made up. To him, she’s his lucky charm, too. Also, she can be spunky and feisty when she wants to be, particularly though when somebody gets in her face, like Colt, which sharpens her tongue and wit to form the perfect comebacks that have him reeling with laughter.
Q = Questions what are the questions they’re always asking?
“How’d he get so lucky with her? What’d he do to deserve her?” Those are the main questions that plague his thoughts in the middle of the night when he’s up.
R = Remember their favorite memory of each other
That night after the drive through mishap when she took care of him. He never felt anything quite like that before. Sure he has Vaughn but to receive care and attention from Brie is indescribable and unequivocal. They both hold such a significance to him but in completely different ways.
S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up
Logan helps cheer Brie up by helping her forget about things - if she wants - by either going for a drive, kissing her until they can’t breathe or whatever she’ll ask of him. When he’s sad, he tends to go on a long drive as he plays old classics like Sinatra and Elvis and all the greats. He’s a bit of an old heart, which not many people know besides Brie and Vaughn.
T = Talking what do they love to talk about?
With Brie, not work. He talks enough shop with the crew. With Brie, he desires something outside of it, which has never felt so foreign to him and dangerous, but the more she speaks with conviction that there is more in stored for him, good things he can’t help but believe her and take the dive into the deep end. He doesn’t really have a favourite topic, but in general he just likes talking to Brie about anything, like upcoming dates, movies that he watched, or a cute dog he saw and got a picture of to show her.
U = Universe use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)
He was the ocean, welcoming but unforgiving. Capricious as predictable.
V = Very ___ they’re thoughts about each other (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)
“She’s very smart, so I don’t know why she’s still here, especially anywhere near me but I can’t bring myself to complain. She’s too good for me. (laughs unbelieving) She’s too good to me. God I’m lucky. Too lucky… (he frowns pensively then smiles softly) I feel like the luckiest bastard just being able to be near her… (shakes his head in disbelief) I can’t even describe how it feels like to be with her. (he sighs dreamily and then chuckles) I just… love her.”
W = Why reasons why they love each other
Logan: looks at Brie adoringly.
Logan, smiling softly: “Just… look at her…”
X = Xylophone What’s their song?
I’ve Got You Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra
Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)
Logan got them jokes so he once said to her, dead serious face that she’s his nut to his bolt, and it had her on the floor laughing. He had an innocent expression on his face, playing it off as if he didn’t understand her laughter nor his insinuation; however, his smile gave way, and his shit eating grin gave him away.
Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?
A DOG! He’s always wanted one since he was a little kid, but they couldn’t afford one. They had strays back in Detroit that they fed when they came across them, but never one that became a permanent companion. Brie thinks an American Staffordshire Terrier would make a great companion for him because they’re loyal to a fault, and she thinks that Logan deserves someone to depend on and someone that won’t break his trust and will return his loyalty tenfold. Also, she jokes that they look alike.
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angelasscribbles · 2 years
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Complicated Chapter 34: Chaos
Series: Complicated
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings: Liam x Riley, Drake x Riley
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, adult themes, violence
Word count: 2,796
A/N: There is a callback to Three Weeks in Ramsford in this chapter. The mention of Riley throwing things at Max when she was packing for the engagement tour. It happen in the last chapter of TWiR, here.
A/N 2: There are a couple of cross overs in this chapter. First with Ride or Die, you will see Ellie and Logan in this chapter and some future chapters as well. Veronica Lombardi from Queen B also makes a cameo.
Summary so far.
List of OC's in this story.
My other stuff: Master List.
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“Fucking bitch!” Riley’s phone flew through the air, hitting the far wall of the hotel room, making a satisfying cracking noise as pieces of plastic and shards of glass exploded into the air.
“Whoa there, Campbell! That was an innocent cellphone. What’s wrong?” Drake exclaimed.
“That was Madeleine, how the hell did that bitch even get my number?”
“I warned you not to answer unknown numbers.”
“This really isn’t the time for I told you so’s, Drake.”
“Ok, ok.” He held his hands up in the universal symbol of surrender, “What did the countess of cruelty want?”
“Me to pick up her goddamned wedding ring!” Riley gritted out from between clenched teeth.
“Oh, shit.” Drake breathed out, “That’s next level, even for her.”
There was a knock on the door. Drake pulled it open to find Max standing in the hallway. “Come on in, Beaumont.”
“Uh….what’s up?” Max asked warily, eyeing Riley. He’d seen her like this before, when she’d been packing to leave Ramsford for the engagement tour. He did not want a shoe flung at his head again.
Drake sighed as he ran a hand down his face, “Madeleine wants Riley to pick up her wedding ring.”
“Jesus!” Max let out a low whistle, “That’s…that’s….actually that’s not surprising.”
“It’s ok, Max, you can relax. I promise not to hurl any footwear at you.”
A grin broke out across his face, “How did you know I was just thinking about that?”
“The look of abject fear on your face.” She giggled.
“This…this is great!” Drake said, pointing between them, “Keep doing whatever this is. It’s making her happy.”
“Uh….” Max started fidgeting, always a bad sign.
“What is it?” Drake asked.
“Well…..”
Riley’s eyes snapped to his face, “Whatever it is, just spit it out, Max!”
“Madeleine told me to give you this.” He produced a slip of paper from his pocket and held it out tentatively toward her, “I thought it was weird, but now I’m guessing the address is for the jewelers.”
“Shit.” Drake breathed out as he watched Riley reach for the paper.
He intercepted it, “You know what? Fuck this. I’ll call Liam and he can tell her to pick up her own damn-“
“No, it’s ok.” Riley snatched the paper from his hand, “I’ll do it. Fuck that bitch. This will be her last chance to mess with me, let her enjoy it while she can. She’s never going to wear it anyway. Let’s go pick it up then donate it to charity or something.”
Drake laughed, “Ok. But you’re right, she’s never going to wear it, so why bother to pick it up at all?”
“Because if I don’t, she’ll just send someone else, and I don’t want her to have it. She should get no parting prizes when she leaves. Is that petty of me?”
“Hell no, it’s not!” Max practically yelled, “After the way she’s treated you and Hana? And…everyone for that matter.”
Drake considered that, “I mean…the ring is paid for, by the crown. Once the engagement is broken…what’s she going to do? Demand it? That will make her look petty.”
“She is petty.” Max objected, “That won’t stop her.”
“OH! I know!” Riley got excited, “In keeping with the cover story that she knew all along and was just fake engaged to Liam to help him clear my name, we can donate it in her name to an organization that helps women who’ve been victims of abuse or assault. They can sell it to raise funds. We’ll make a big deal out of her generosity and issue a statement to the press. Then she’ll have to go along with it or look like a monster. And we all know her image is all she cares about.”
“Ri, you might be a genius!” Max squealed.
“I’m impressed and a little turned on by this side of you.” Drake said.
“Ew, Drake, stop. I’m standing right here. She’s practically my sister!” Max made a face that was part horrified and part grossed out.
“I wanted to do a little shopping while we’re here anyway,” Riley told them, “And I think I’m going to need a new phone.”
She retrieved her phone from the floor next to the wall where she had thrown it. It was shattered. “This doesn’t look salvageable.”
Drake sighed, “Fine. I’ll take you shopping.”
“That seems like more of a me thing.” Max said.
“The actual shopping, yeah.” Drake told him, “But I’m going as her security. That’s definitely a me thing.”
“Ok, cool. I was going to meet Hana anyway. We’re going to go shopping in Chelsea. Maybe take in a museum. You guys want to join us for a late lunch first?”
“Oh, I, uh, already had lunch.” Riley told him, shooting a look at Drake. She’d spent two hours with Liam alone in his hotel room. Lunch had been ordered and eaten; other things had happened as well.
“What time is the appointment to pick up the ring?” Drake asked, to change the subject. Not because he was bothered, but because he knew she still felt awkward discussing one of them in front of the other. Something he hoped would get better with time. She was afraid of hurting his feelings. He needed to make her understand that his feelings weren’t that fragile.
Riley checked the paper, “Three thirty.”
Drake glanced at the time. “Ok, give me a few minutes to arrange a detail and we’ll head that way. We should have time to do that, pick up a new phone, do a little clothes shopping or whatever you want and make it back here for dinner before heading out to my grandfather’s.”
“You’re going to visit Franklin?” Max asked.
“Yes,” Drake affirmed, “It keeps Riley out of the spotlight for a couple of days and fulfills my promise to visit all at the same time. Two birds, one stone.”
“Yeah, and you’ll have Riley as a buffer between you and the old man.”
“That’s a bonus, yes.”
“I’m so nervous.” Riley confided to Max.
Drake turned to her in astonishment, “Nervous? Why?”
“Because I’m meeting your grandfather for the first time! What if he doesn’t like me?”
Drake took her hands in his with a smile, “First of all, he’s going to love you, because everyone loves you.”
“That’s true, Ri, you are pretty lovable.” Max supplied.
“And second, hey,” He tugged on her hands to get her to look up at him before continuing, “If he doesn’t, he will, but in the unlikely event that he doesn’t, then who cares? I barely tolerate the insufferable old bastard. It’s not going to change how I feel about you!”
“Ok, but I still want him to like me.”
“He will.” Drake said drawing her into his body and kissing the top of her head.
“He will, Ri and on that note, I’m out! See you guys tonight at dinner.” Max waved at both of them as he left to go meet Hana.
Twenty minutes later Drake and Riley were on their way to the jeweler’s, along with the two guards Liam had assigned to her detail while they were in New York, Marco and Bruno. Riley had met Marco before, but she’d just met Bruno that morning. He was older, broad shoulders, a little heftier than Marco with his head shaved bald and the signature sunglasses she’d expect of a bodyguard. He looked exactly like a stereotype. But he was imposing and serious and she definitely trusted that nothing was getting through him.
They picked up the surprisingly unimposing ring and spent the next couple of hours shopping in Manhattan. Drake sent Marco and Bruno to bring the car around and pick them up at the front of the clothing store Riley had insisted on visiting.  
“You almost ready?” Drake called from his position near the door. It was after six pm, they still needed to pick up a cellphone and make it back to the hotel by seven thirty for dinner with their friends. They were leaving for his grandfathers by nine just to be on the safe side.
“Your boyfriend doesn’t like shopping, huh?”
Riley looked up at the young woman who’d just spoken to her. Girl, really. She didn’t look any older than twenty. She had light brown hair that fell just below her shoulders and bright blue eyes that sparkled with mirth.
Riley flicked her eyes toward the door in amusement. She knew Drake was on alert as he checked for threats outside the building, but the way he fidgeted as he peered through the plate glass window, eyes sweeping up and down the sidewalk, made him look for all the world like an impatient man who’d had enough of shopping for the day. She glanced at the girl’s nametag before responding, “You have no idea, Ellie. The man barely wants to wear clothes that aren’t t-shirts, much less shop for them.”
Ellie tittered behind her hand, “My boyfriend is the same way.”
Riley continued chatting with the girl while she finalized her choices. She quickly paid for her purchases and told the salesclerk, “Good luck with that test next week!”
Drake shook his head as he took the bags out of her hand and held the door open for her, “You do that everywhere we go.”
“Do what?”
“Make friends. We were in that store for thirty minutes and you know that girls’ life story.” He chuckled.
She shot him a flirty glance, “Are you complaining that I’m friendly?”
He opened his mouth to respond when his attention was drawn by a shrill voice crying out, “Oh my God, it’s her!”
His head snapped around as his eyes located the source. A woman in her mid-twenties with long ombre grayish blue to white hair and a summer tan was pointing a cell phone directly at Riley. “You heard it here first, Veronicats! Riley Campbell, the disgraced American suitor that’s currently having an affair with the king of Cordonia is here, in Manhattan! Riley! Riley! My viewers want to know-“
“Nope!” Drake had already grabbed her and was dragging her back down the sidewalk toward the store they’d just left.
“Miss Brooks! Can you give us a statement?” A reporter with a camera crew was headed toward them from that direction.
“How the hell?” Drake spat as he spun her again. A crowd was starting to convene from both sides. He scanned the area in front of the store before shoving her back inside.
Ellie looked up from the cash registered, startled, “Is everything ok?”
“No. Do you have a way to lock these doors?” Drake barked at her.
She jumped, “S-sure!” She grabbed a key and ran across the store to the glass door, locking it just as the woman with the cellphone arrived and started pounding on the door. The crowd was right behind her.
“Is the backdoor locked?” He asked.
“Yes,” Ellie replied, “always!”
“Drake, what’s happening?” Riley had gotten used to the paps in Cordonia, but she’d never been chased by a social media influencer before.
Drake was on his phone yelling orders and not liking the responses he was getting, “What the hell do you mean you’ve been cut off from our location? By who?.... The what?... Bloody fucking hell!... Tell them you’re with the Cordonian delegation- …..they said what?.... Federal-…. Yeah, no, we don’t have that yet- Shit!”
“Drake, what’s going on?” Riley pulled on his arm.
He blew out a breath, dragging a hand through his hair as he explained, “The story already dropped.”
“What? But I thought we had until tomorrow-“
“Well, it’s already tomorrow there. We assumed the story would drop at five am, when the news cycle for the day starts. But technically, Ana held up her end of the bargain, it is just after midnight in Cordonia.” He paced furiously around the room as he raged, “Shit! This is why we don’t assume! We thought we had more time! Now we’re fucking stuck in here because for some reason the fucking FBI has the area blocked off so Marco and Bruno can’t get through!”
Liam’s guards would have diplomatic privilege and be able to get through, but Riley’s detail didn’t have that status, because she wasn’t the queen yet and no one even knew she was going to be, so her backup was stuck on the wrong side of the barricade.
“Did you say the FBI?” Ellie sounded panicked.
“Yes, but I’m sure it has nothing to do with-“
She went complete white, “Shit! Logan!” She spun and ran back to the counter, grabbing her cell phone, “Logan! Logan, the FBI is here…no, I’m fine, it’s you they want! No, do not come here, you need to run! Logan, I fucking mean it! Logan? Logan?”
“I don’t know what all that is about, but I can’t have her in the middle of a fucking FBI raid! Shit!” There was no way out the front, there was now a huge crowd of people clamoring to get a look at Riley. The FBI SWAT would clear the crowd when they made it to the store, but then they’d be in the middle of a takedown. “Can we get out the back?”
“I’ll go check!” Ellie dashed into the back of the store.
“Drake, I’m scared.”
“I know baby, but I’m going to get us out of this, I promise.” He soothed as he held her tight against him.
A blood curdling scream sounded from the backroom. “You stay here! Get down, behind the counter!” Drake ordered as his 9mm berretta appeared in his hand.
Drake ran for the storeroom, dodging stacks of boxes as he zeroed in on the screaming. He rounded a corner and found a middle-aged man pulling Ellie toward the back exit. Drake leveled his gun at the man and yelled, “Freeze!”
The man released the girl and put his hands up in the air. “You don’t understand, son. Let me explain.”
“I understand you’re not taking that girl anywhere she doesn’t want to go.”
“I’m a cop. Let me show you my badge.”
“Do it easy!” Drake ordered.
“Ok, I’m to show you my gun first, so you know I’m not reaching for it.” He pulled his jacket back to show the gun holstered at his hip. He waited for Drake to nod then dropped the bottom of his jacket and reached slowly for the inside breast pocket and held out a leather case for Drake to see.
Drake craned his head so he could read it, “LAPD, a little out of your jurisdiction, aren't you?”
“I’m her father!”
“That doesn’t give you jurisdiction here nor make kidnapping ok.”
“Is everything ok back here?” Riley’s voice sounded out.
Drake’s jaw clenched, “Riley, I told you to wait up front!”
“I was worried about you!” Her eyes darted between the three of them, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Ellie’s father replied, “I’m just here for my daughter. Ellie! El! Tell them, tell them I’m not here to hurt you. I just wanted to get you out before the FBI takes Logan down. For your safety!”
“None of this is for me! You know what happened wasn’t his fault! It was your crooked partner that-“
“Ellie, you’re coming with me!” He lunged at her. She screamed. Drake holstered his weapon, unwilling to shoot while Ellie was in his grasp. Instead, he grabbed the other man by the arm and spun him around, away from Ellie, who ran into Riley’s arms.
Drake pulled his phone out and tossed it toward the women, “Call 911.”
“I told you, I’m a cop!” The man screamed at him.
“And I told you, I don’t care! You’re not taking her against her will without a warrant. Do you have a warrant?”
The man lunged for Ellie again, but this time Riley got toppled in the process, the cell phone skittering across the floor, knocked free from her hand as she hit the ground with a hard thud.
“Oh, hell no!” Drake exploded as he pulled the man off Ellie a second time, this time delivering a staggering uppercut to the man’s jaw.
The other man came up swinging and a scuffle ensured as Riley and Ellie screamed for them to stop.
“Ellie! Ellie!” A frantic voice cried out from the back door.
“Logan!” Ellie launched herself across the room and into his arms, tears streaming down her face, “We have to get out of here!”
“The Devore is in the alleyway, let’s go!”
“You have a car?” Drake yelled, “Hold on, we’re coming with you!”
Drake pulled Riley to her feet and out the backdoor behind Logan and Ellie as glass shattered in the front of the building amidst cries of “FBI!”
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jerzwriter · 5 months
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Upon Arrival
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OK, I really have issues. This was another <100 ask, and I clocked in at 1600 words. I think I need to change that to 1000 if I ever do it again! lol Anyway, this is based on this ask from my friend @icecoffee90! I hope you enjoy it, Z... Tobias/Jackie/Airport... it was a little challenging. 😉
Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Featuring: Jackie Varma Rating: Teen Words: 1,600 Summary: Casey's stuck at work a little late, so she asks Tobias for a favor. Her usually unflappable husband seems a little... flapped... and we're about to find out why. A/N: Participating in @choicesnovchallenge | Go for a ride day. It may not have been a planned or desired ride, but it was a ride nevertheless. lol
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Tobias bopped into the Diagnostic Team’s office with his usual effervescence, and why not? His shift was almost over, and it had been a banner day. Not only did he solve a case that had left the nation’s top doctors baffled for months, but he saved a young child’s life in the process. If that weren’t enough, his favorite patient, Mr. Ortega, went home after two months at Edenbrook, but not before his husband hand-delivered a dozen of his incomparable empanadas as a thank-you. Now, he was about to go home to the most precious little angel ever created with the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm. Sure, he knew the last part was strictly his opinion, but he also knew he was right. He had every reason to be happy.
He lit up when he saw his wife seated behind her desk, but one look at the expression on her face and he quickly dimmed. 
“What do you need?” He asked before she could say a word.
“What?” Casey answered defensively, “Who said I needed anything?”
“That look on your face did. Do you need me to take care of a difficult patient?”
“When have I ever asked you to pick up a difficult patient?”
“Never,” he agreed. “Is it Ramsey? You had rounds with him.” Thinking he got it right, he snapped his fingers. “He’s constipated again, isn’t he? And taking it out on you? I’ll go spike his coffee with Fiberlax...”
“No,” Casey laughed. “Ethan’s fine. Please don’t go medicating him illegally. But...”
“But?”
“But he needs me to stay on a little later tonight. Amanda Chou is coming out of surgery in an hour, and we agreed we should assess her as soon as she’s done.”
“That makes sense. Don’t sweat it. I’m more than capable of caring for Samantha until you get home. We’ll both be eagerly waiting for you.”
“Yeah, about that,” she winced.
“What? You don’t think I can take care of Sammy?”
“No! I know you can do that! But did you forget? It’s Wednesday... I was supposed to pick Jackie up at Logan tonight.”
“Oh, right!”
“So, I was wondering... would you be able to get her for me?”
“Casey....” he groaned.
“I already cleared it with your Mom, and she’s happy to stay with Sam until I’m home....”
“Would she happily pick Varma up at Logan for me instead?”
“Tobias, you know she doesn’t drive at night. Besides, she barely knows Jackie.”
“I hardly know her either. But it’s no fault of my own. She hates me.”  
“She does not hate you! She’s just... Jackie.”
“No. She hates me.”
“Well, then this is the perfect opportunity for you to get a little one-on-one time with her to work whatever it is out. Come on, baby, do it for me?” She looked at him with the saddest puppy-dog eyes, batting her lashes adorably.  
“That’s not fair! You know I can’t deny you. Especially when you give me those eyes.”  
“I know, that’s why I do it. Come on, T,” she pleaded as she sat on his lap. “I promise you, she doesn’t bite.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” he scoffed. “I’ll do it, but if I end up needing rabies shots, I’m gonna be pissed.”
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The sun had almost set, but its light was still bright as Tobias waited in his car for Jackie. He adjusted the sunvisor to shield his eyes, then looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed since she told him she was five minutes away. He double-checked the gate to ensure he was in the right spot when he saw her walking his way with two large suitcases in tow. He jumped out of the car with a grin.
“Hey, let me give you a hand with those!”
“Thanks,” Jackie half smiled. “But I managed to get them from my apartment in Los Angeles to Boston. I think I can manage throwing them in the trunk.”
“Suit yourself,” he replied, raising his hands in surrender. “Just trying to be nice.”
He considered attempting small talk as Jackie settled into the passenger’s seat and strapped herself in. But he decided to let her take the lead instead.
Years before, when he came into Casey’s life, every one of her friends was skeptical. After the chemical attack, each warned that he’d meet his fate in unique and painful ways if he dared to hurt her. But if memory served, Jackie’s method of ridding the world of him was the most frightening of all. Most of her friends had come around. After all, they were a disgustingly happy married couple with a little girl of their own. He was obviously in this for the long haul. Casey was safe. He now considered her friends, their friends... except for Jackie, and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why.
They sat in awkward silence for several more minutes when Jackie caved.
“So... how’d you get stuck coming to get me.”
“Casey’s working late,” he answered, palming the wheel to turn onto the highway. “So, I’m being a nice husband and stepping in.”
He was doing his best. But the neutral expression he had plastered on his face began to crumble when a loud snort escaped Jackie’s nose. Maybe Casey was right; perhaps he should use this time to finally clear the air.
“What?” He asked, annoyed. “What did I say that was so funny?”
“Nothing. But it still blows my mind a little that words like ‘nice husband’ are used to refer to you.”
“OK... but they fit now, right?”
“I guess,” she shrugged. “Casey’s nauseatingly happy, so you must be doing something right.”
Just like that, the smile was back on his lips. “That’s good to know.”
But silence descended upon the car again, and Tobias had to ask. “Jackie... do you have a problem with me? I know you thought I was an asshole in the past, but that’s a distant past now. Why the hell don’t you like me?”  
Jackie’s eyes lit up, her lips pursing to prevent a telltale grin. She could have some serious fun with this, and her mind spun with fantastical stories that would have Tobias sweating the whole way home. But something happened. She wasn’t sure if it was the borderline fear she saw in the 6’1” man’s eyes or her own worry over the reprimand she’d get from Casey later, but she relented.
“What? Does everyone in the world have to succumb to the charms of Dr. Tobias Carrick?”
“I didn’t say you had to love me, Jackie; it’s just....”
“Why the hell do you think I don’t like you?” She interrupted. “I acknowledge your existence. I talk to you on occasion. I eviscerate you on social media. I was at your wedding, for God’s sake.”
“Yeah, but those could be categorized as obligations because you’re a friend of Casey’s... well, save the social media part.”
“Ah, you don’t know me very well, Carrick. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t do any of those things. If I truly didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be married to my friend. I would have locked Casey in a closet before your wedding out of moral obligation. But no... I was there.”
“So, you weren’t there solely for the free food and open bar?”
“Well, those were my top two reasons. But I was a freaking bridesmaid. I wouldn’t put myself through that torture if I didn’t like you.”
“So you do like me.”
 “You don’t suck... and you make Casey happy, which is all that matters to me. But you really thought I hated you?”
“Well... you always looked at me with disgust...”
Jackie waved her hand, “No, that’s just my face.”
“Ninety percent of the time, if you’re speaking to me, it’s pure sarcasm... and you never call me by my name. It’s always Rico Suave.”
“The name is fitting! Not for nothing, but your mother should have changed it legally before you started school! You’re far more Rico Suave than Tobias.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s meant to be an insult,” he smiled.
“Only a baby one. You really thought I didn’t like you? Have you not seen me with Bryce?”
“I have. I assumed you didn’t like him either.”
“Theoretically, I hate everyone, so I understand the confusion. But Bryce is one of my best friends. Tell him that, and I’ll make sure there is no way you can ever procreate with your wife again.”
Tobias shook his head with a laugh. “So, the first time you admit that you like me, you also threaten violence. Does this mean we’re best friends, too?”  
“Don’t push your luck, Rico.”
Tobias pulled the car into the carport of his townhome, and he and Jackie looked up to see Casey at the window with Sammy on her hip. She held the infant’s hand as they excitedly waved together. Tobias watched Jackie break into a rare, genuine smile as she waved back.   
“I’m so telling your wife,” she said as they exited the car.
“Telling my wife what?”
“That you’re a wuss. I may have to consider a new nickname for you if you were actually afraid of me.”
“I was never afraid of you! I didn’t want one of Casey’s best friends to hate me. But now I know I have the Varma seal of approval, so all’s well.”
“Hey, slow your roll. If you want an official Varma seal of approval, there will be a fee involved, money bags. Either that, or you could hook me up with your brother. Either will do.”
“Sorry, I think my brother has his eye on Raf.”
“That bastard!”
“As to the fee... how about I treat to dinner tonight?”
Jackie nodded thoughtfully. “Dinner tonight, and I get to tell everyone you feared me.”
Tobias sighed wearily. “I wasn’t afraid of... you know what, if you want to tell a limited audience that I was afraid of you, go for it.”
“Good,” Jackie grinned as Casey opened the door, “Now I know what I’m telling Sammy for a bedtime story!”
I hope it was decent, @icecoffee90... I'm not sure. lol Thanks for the ask, dear!
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ryuuisnotpresent · 7 months
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somebody stop me from doing more of these fully rendered sketchbook spread (don't)
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CFWC F/AotW - Mar 17 - 23, 2024
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✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA
AMERICAS MOST ELIGIBLE
Cherry Blossoms Dancing In The Sunlight ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Contestant x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma
BIG SKY COUNTRY
Pink Azaleas For a Love That Saved Us ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Dallas James x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma
BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW
A Burden We Both Share ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Valax x Nia Ellarious - @livelaughlovecassie
Forever in my Mind ✒️| Tyril Starfury x F!human!MC - @petalouda85
Mal Volari Portrait 🎨 by @artbyalz
Valax Art 🎨 by @erixadraws
THE CROWN & THE FLAME
The Crown & The Flame OC Fanart 🎨by @lupinobi
IMMORTAL DESIRES
Cas Harlow Art 🎨by @solaceriverine
Cas Harlow First Hunt 🎨 by @nukritus
Gabe Adalhard Flower Crown 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @lilyoffandoms for @aria-ashryver
LAWS OF ATTRACTION
Aislinn Tanka Portrait 🎨 by @artbyalz
I thought that I was special...🎨🏳️‍🌈| Gabe Ricci, NB!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
Weird, but not a sin🎨🏳️‍🌈| LOA NB!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
Wind Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @lilyoffandoms for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
OPEN HEART
Baby Ramsey 📱| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @genevievemd
Christmas Through Your Eyes (Series) ✒️| Tobias Carrick x F!MC (eventual) - @jerzwriter Part Two: With a Capitol T Part Three: The Philadelphia Story
Half Baked 📱| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @genevievemd
It Happened One Miami Night Part 1 ✒️| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter
Losing Game 3 of 4✒️| Bryce Lahela x F!OC - @peonierose
Moving In (Series) ✒️| Rafael Aveiro x F!MC - @rafasgirl23415 The Bunny Sweater
Your Death, Your Dog, Your Declaration ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Bryce Lahela x M!MC (eventual) - @mydemonsdrivealimo
PLATINUM
Wisteria Will Intertwine Around Our Wrists ✒️🏳️‍🌈| M!Raleigh Carerra x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma
RIDE OR DIE
Logan Fanart 🎨by @am-i-invisible777
Ride or Die Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈| F!Logan x M!MC - @cadybear420
THE ROYAL ROMANCE
Forevermore (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys (King Marquise) x F!MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 5: Joy of Winter
The Royal Romance Book 1, Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time Part 6 ✒️ | Liam Rys x MC - @fadingreveries
Savage Love (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 37: Gone
You Belong to Me (Series) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x F!MC - @queenrileyrose Part One: I Wonder What's Mine
CROSSOVERS
Immortal Desires / Murder at Homecoming
Murder at Homecoming: Harlow Part 3 ✒️| Cassius Harlow x MaH F!MC - @korgbelmont
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dreamy-selkie · 3 months
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My Time at Sandrock: Pokemon Team (Bachelor Edition)
Bachelorette Version [LINK]
With Pokemon Indigo Disk being released I thought I might make a small Pokemon team for the bachelors and bachelorettes of the game; both will be posted separately and if anyone had other ideas as to what other Pokemon they would have don't hesitate to put them down. Buckle-up, this is a long one.
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Arvio would probably have Pokemon that would have his energy, so the team I think he would have is an Scyther, Plusle, and Roserade; the trio especially would put up a performance to draw the attention of tourists over to By the Stairs. Scyther is based on the fact he uses dual weapons when MC spars, of course him and Amirah both would have the Plusle-Minum duo, and with Roserade I can see as his ace for various reasons; roses being a symbol of love while Arvio is a charmer being one of the big reasons.
Burgess is a kind-hearted pacifist and a devoter to the church, so to match his kindness I think his Pokemon team would be Togetic, Sylveon, and Blissey. Togetic's entry is that it only approaches those with a good heart, a top-perfect Pokemon, Sylveon would be his ace and its entry also says that it'll emit an aura that would erase hostility, and Blissey is a compassionate Pokemon that evolves through high friendship; I can definitely see Burgess raising it as a Happiny.
Ernest was a little tough, but I think he would have a Toxtricity (Amped form), Meowstic (Male ver.), and Alolan Persian. Both the Toxtricity and Meowstic, his ace, would match with his twin Luna, while the Alolan Persian is considered the symbol of wealth and it matches with his background.
Fang's team would definitely be Corviknight, Mimikyu, and Audino. Corviknight, his ace, is obviously based on his crow X, Mimikyu I can see Fang adopting from years back and Audino not only acts as his assistant but the Pokemon would also help soothe him when his PTSD would come around.
Justice was pretty easy as well, since he's for... well, justice, I picture him having noble and quite strong Pokemon; his team would Rapidash, Mabosstiff, and Pidgeot. Rapidash would definitely be based on his horse Truth, Mabosstiff, I can see as his ace, would be a Birthday gift from Vivi, and Pidgeot can be his eyes in the sky.
Logan was interesting to say the least, but I think he would have a team of Gogoat, Lucario, and Mightyena. Gogoat, his ace, is based on his companion Rambo, Lucario I see Logan adopting as a Riolu while on the first couple of weeks being on the run, and Mightyena while not only having canon hyena enemies in the game but one of its entries mentions that it obey only certain trainers that possess superior skill, which the Pokemon can see in him.
I admit I don't know much about Miguel, so it was a guessing game based on the wikia- with that I think his Pokemon team would be Luxray, Gallade, and Talonflame. His Pokemon team would match his calm and clever demeanor with Gallade as his ace.
With Owen working at the Blue Moon Saloon he would have at least a couple of Pokemon that would assist him, being Slurpuff, Centiskorch, and Indeedee (Male ver.). Slurpuff is a gift from his father when he first took over the saloon, each of Centiskorch's segmented body has coil-like heat that Owen can use whenever something happens to the oven, and of course he has an Indeedee to help wait tables before Grace came in. He probably won't have an ace since he believes all Pokemon are good Pokemon, but if I do give him one it would be Dusk Lycanroc.
Pablo's team would be Furfrou, Delcatty, and Smeargle. With Furfrou I can see Pablo having it as a guard Pokemon, Pablo's favorite trim would be the Heart trim, Delcatty is considered to have sublime fur which I think Pablo would love in a Pokemon, and Smeargle, his ace, matches with how Pablo is canonically an artist based on Arvio's questline.
Pen, of course, would have muscular and powerful Pokemon to match him in all aspect; so it would be no surprise that his team would have Palafin, Machamp, and Feraligatr. His aces are both Palafin and Machamp and he would be the trainer who would love double-battle.
Qi's team would be quite interesting, let me explain why: his team'll be Magnezone, Charjabug, and Minccino. Magnezone is his ace that he would have since back in Vega 5, Charjabug was a trade from Mint and refuses to evolve it when he finds out about Vikavolt, and Minccino it just happened to stumble upon his research center and saw it cleaning so he decided to keep it as a mini-assistant. Though I also imagine finding a Minior one night through a telescope and saw that it fell close to Sandrock premises and with the assistance of MC he kept it around as a memento.
And last but not least, Unsuur I can see as a Rock-type trainer only; his team would be Gigalith, Naclstack, and Graveler; Gigalith, his rockin' ace, being his gift from Justice when he became a Civil Corps memeber, and throughout his time caught the latter two- and eventually took in a Carbink that took an immediate liking to him and, of course, he named the little Carbink, Wilson.
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