#boi i love doin this shit dont worry bout it

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #babe heffron x reader #eugene roe x reader #joe liebgott x reader #bull randleman x reader #carwood lipton x reader #lewis nixon x reader #dick winters x reader #hbo war x reader #it's vv bad but I'll just add it to the pile of already burning garbage pile that is my bibliography #buck compton x reader

[jrueships]

Luka (Keldon’s bf Luka not Luka Luka 💀) changed his Insta pfp to the Joker and reposted a video of the Jake paul fight to his story….. this is absolutely the worst day of my life 😭 KELDON GET YOUR MAN I DONT LIKE THE WAY HES ACTING 😭

OKAY SO... IM GLAD AND ALSO HATE THAT U SAID THIS CUS LIKE... IM NOT TRYING TO REACH OR DIG BUT LIKE... OKAY... JUS HEAR ME OUT... THIS GOT ME A LIL MESSED UP FOR A HOT SEC HANG ON. LEMME TALK BOUT SMTHIN REAL FAST

Okay so.. keldons birthday AND the day luka got waived bcus the nba hates gay people.. keldons getting interviewed on his bday. Love that 4 him! Keldon love!

A reporter asked smthin abt keldons bday, nice small talk, happy keldon, love wins

BUT THEN someone asks how keldon feels about luka getting waived ... and you can just See in keldons face how he Really feels about it.

But he's a professional and doesn't wanna start anything so he basically said like 'things just didn't work out.. y'know?' he just really wants to move on from discussing the topic

BUT THEY KEEP ASKING!! because they did their research and SAW how close luka and keldon were and keldons just 💧💧💧 'yknow, yknow, yknow' a keldon classic fill in phrase go to.

Reporter: asks another luka question*

Keldon:

😐. his voice is naturally kinda shakey but you can really hear it kinda tremble, & it's like.. keldon.... you can just say you're sad to see him go... reporters are saying like 'you spent some time in the gleague together' and he's like 'haha yeah... we grew up with each others....' AND ITS LIKE.... KELDONN :-((((.....

reporter: do you feel like this shows how cold business can be sometimes ?

Keldon: haHah well- uh- i mean, I dunno- business is business, yknow ?

Like i Get It, you don't wanna start something ESPECIALLY with the media who take the tiniest statements and snowball them into drama (so kinda what im doin LOL bUT IM DOIN IT FOR PURELY MY OWN ANALYSIS, NOT TO RUIN OR GAIN REP) , but you shouldn't be afraid to express your feelings either !!!!! Like that's one of the things i kinda worry about keldon becoming a bigger front figure for spurs. Like YES i love him getting more attention BUT ITS LIKE... he's becoming the comical, happy go-lucky rep n that's CUTE but like... keldon.. u don't Have to be happy or funny all the time... im not saying what he presents isn't real, but he Is a pretty big showoff. Likes impressing people and keeping them happy.. i dunno.. i just want him to know he can be sad sometimes!!!! It's okay!!!!

AND THEN THE WHOLE LUKA THING... OKAY.. SO... instagram luka is. Wow. Okay.

The joker pfp change??!?? OMG... THANK U FOR TELLING ME. i don't really keep up with others social media unless i remember to check in every now n then out of curiosity, so i take ANY media updates from anyone i can Get. thank u and also ARRRGH for this info bcus... it's only adding more ideas into my head that i Do Not like....

So the joker pfp. From the newer movie joker😭😭 YIKES. Men really love turning to that for feelings ... so he in his feelings... the Jake Paul fight... im not even gonna Speak on that BUT BASICALLY... bruh turning to weird shit out of personal feelins. he wylin and keldon isn't getting him. He wylin BECAUSE keldon isn't getting him.

He just posted some will smith thing ( which is like. Don't even get me started on will idek WHATS goin on with him... ) and the video was basically will saying smthin about the road to success being a journey you have to go on alone?? And people won't believe you can do it? IDK i have bad memory but it was basically some lone wolf anguish and it's like.... yikes..

SO WHAT I MEAN IS... u got professionalism keldon and isolation luka which is Not a good combo... but an even worse cause and effect.

You got keldon in an interview trying to smile his way through tough questions about his (boy)friend getting waived and then his (boy)friend jokerfies himself and becomes obsessed with the idea of clawing your way upstream with the entire world turning against you . Like. Yikes. Yikes yikes. YKNOW cus it's not like deebos trade then kyle answering interviews with 'my friends upset so im upset.' you get... 'business is business... yknow ? '

and its not like luka got Traded, he got straight Cut. Not even trade material. while he doesn't get the inhumane feeling of only being a pawn in a giant trade game, he gets no feelings at all. Not from his team and not from keldon, not in public , anyways. And it's Understandable . But it Hurts. Because it's understandable .

#NAMEAN ???? #WHAT I MEAN IS.... LIKE. #the idea of luka getting cut and then watching his friend have to act like hes not that affected when he Is #because he doesnt wanna disrupt or cause anything #it hurts #he cant say any feel bad stuff about his Friend and that makes Sense #but i think what luka feels anyways is that even tho it made sense to keep feelings out of sports .. it doesnt mean it didnt hurt #its like that little kinda self centered part of you that wants someone to just. stick up for you even tho u know u might be in the wrong #u just want someone in ur corner #and to have keldon.. a guy known for being in EVERYONES corner and talking and laughing and being Everyones Corner.. #suddenly just. Not be in it anymore.. when you want him the most.. it kinda hurts. #so yeah... literally keldon COME get your MANS #he is ACTIN UP !!!! thinkin aint nobody got him and hes gotta be in this shit by himself #when he literally doesnt have to #like he believes in getting up and doing better hes not rlly crushed by defeat he still has Drive #but he just doesnt think anyone else believes in him now and hes added that to his motivation #some ppl always have a bulldog mentality but that doesnt mean that they dont want love!!!! #IDK IM A LITTLE WORRIED... #keldons follower mentality is so obvious.... #ANYWAYS YEA THANKS FOR THIS ASK IVE BEEN WANTING TO TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A WHILE #ITS BEEN BUGGIN ME... WORRYIN ME... I DONT LIKE THIS CHANGE ???? I JUST WANT THEM TO BE BOYFRIENDS AGAIN!!! #TELL ME UR THOUGHTS!!!!!@ #keldon #keldon/luka #ted asks #to think this all became big bcus a stupid joker pfp change... shoutout to one of the biggest red flags of all humanity #da jokah babay

[reddeaddenial]

Hi friend! May I request 38 with Micah? Thanks a lot! 💚

“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”

Micah x Reader Part 1

[Part 2]

Word Count: 2051

Welp this turned into an angsty reader x micah somehow lmao. I’m gonna retcon some minor stuff after Guarma cuz it makes no sense imo but i dont think it’s too noticeable lol This got really long for no reason and I’m very sorry. I tend to write ramble when I’m not sure where I’m going with something so this just sorta happened haha

—–

Abandoning Shady Belle was a quick and panicked mess. You packed as quickly as you could, you knew you and the group couldn’t dawdle. Couldn’t have time to mourn. But it felt like like abandoning the old camp was also abandoning the others who they had to leave in Saint Denis after that horrible bank robbery gone wrong.

Good people died. Hosea… You adored Hosea like a father. Took you into the gang near a year ago when you had no where else to be. Lenny. That poor boy didn’t deserve the end he got. And then the others according to Charles, smuggled themselves on a boat. A boat that no one has heard about since. But there was mentions of an awful storm not a day later and everyone feared the worst.

That was a good portion of the gang missing and it was an awful blow to morale in their new camp in Lakay. Dutch, their slowly unhinging leader. Arthur, probably the most realistic voice of reason and right hand to Dutch. Javier, the group salvaged his guitar, but was left unplayed in a corner of the camp. Bill, they made sure to take all the horses, even those without their riders now; but Brown Jack was growing increasingly restless without the usual attention and pampering from his owner.  

And then there was Micah. And honestly, no one in camp made mention of missing his presence. Or any comment at all. At least not around you. Because for reasons that they and even some days you could not comprehend, Micah and you were sweet on each other.

Well maybe sweet wasn’t the right word. More of a tolerance. That tolerance started with holding your ground over Micah’s aggressive and rude talk to you and the others. Your quick witted back talk seemed to annoy him at first, but it then became the norm for you two to just banter. It was an amusing show to some, with how quick tempered who bother were and constantly clashed, but it kept Micah from harassing others in camp mostly so no one seemed to care. But then things…changed after a party at camp one night.

Too many drinks. You ending up in Micah’s lap, playfully arguing with him. Next thing you know, you’re both kissing heavily, much to the shock and disgust from those who noticed. After that, things were different yet… not. You would still shout and fight with each other. But more often than not after, Micah would yank you behind some trees or tent and fool around. A lot. What can you say? The man was an asshole but he was very skilled in other areas.

But what was most shocking and just a secret between the two of you, was just the normal conversations when alone. Stories about past robberies, or life before, complaining about Pearson’s food. It was small things, nothing earth shattering. But those tiny quick moments seemed to bring you both together more than any fooling around did. He wasn’t a nice man, you couldn’t fool yourself that he was even if you tried. But you liked him. A lot more than you should have. And you hoped to think the feeling was mutual.

But now the bastard had gone and got himself lost in a boat at sea. And you were more torn up about it that you ever thought you’d be. In a sense you were grateful no one made comments, good or bad about Micah Bell. Most days you could just go about camp chores without thinking too much on him. The times you did though.. He was probably dead. Dead and gone but no one would care. You cared. You cared enough to cry into your pillow some nights. You hated it, Micah would have called you out for being such a whimpering weak willed thing for crying. You cared and you hated that you did.

It took several days and nights but with a lack of hearing his name around camp, hearing his voice, you were getting better. Not over it, but you were more focused on keeping the rest of the group alive, helping Sadie and the others where you could.

But then, one day Arthur Morgan walked right into Lakay. Looking a bit worse for wear but he was alive. And according to him, everyone was. Dutch, Bill and Javier. And Micah. You didn’t know how to feel. Ecstatic at first but… Now you were just mad. Furious. You wanted to punch that fool. No. Shoot him in the damn leg so he couldn’t go wandering off on boats and getting shipwrecked in god damned fucking Guarma. Really? Guarma?!

The group could feel your storm of emotions and wisely left you be. They knew how you got when you were in one of your Moods. A day or so later, Dutch and the others showed up to camp, exhausted looking, but alive and breathing. And there he was Micha Bell. Alive. Not even looking in your direction and antagonizing Sadie and the others. You scowled, hating at how hurt you actually felt by it. You stalked off, going to find a place to cool down before you caused a scene.

About an hour later you wandered out of your hiding place in one of the wagons and walked about looking for the fiend that had an unfortunately tight grip on your heart. There he was, on the porch overlooking the swamps leaning back lazily in a chair. Alone. Good. Maybe you could both just… talk.

You walked across the porch, the taps of your boots across the rickety floor made your presence known as you stopped beside him. “Micah.”

Micah looked up at you with an unreadable expression, and just looked away indifferently. “What you want y/n?”

Ouch. You took a steady breath trying to keep your growing pent up anger from bubbling over. “Think you know Micah Bell. Haven’t seen you since that nightmare of a robbery in Saint Denis.”

Micah snorted and crossed his arms. “So? What, you here to check up on me?” You almost needed to physically restrain yourself from reaching for your gun to… to do anything. Anything to just get him to even fucking look at you. You swallowed your pride though and answered him honestly. “…Yes.”That had him looking at you again, but you caught a flash of genuine surprise in his eyes before it was hidden with indifference again. Which confused you all the more when he said “It’s no concern of yours. Now how about you run along and go chat up someone else? I’m not in the mood with putting up with your usual shit.”“Why are you acting so-?!… I thought you… and me…” Dread was filling your gut, the emotions of all the awful things that have been happening these past weeks were really messing with you right now and Micah acting so indifferent. You knew there was a good chance that he didn’t give a shit about you. You knew that the little bonding moments could mean nothing. You knew all of that, but your heart was being shot up into little pieces right now. You had only yourself to blame. You knew… but you had hoped. “You and me what? Thought you were smarter than that y/n.  Got more things to worry about than your pining.” “Pinin’?!” There is was, a crack in the dam keeping your anger at bay. Your voice raised a bit, eyes narrowing. “I’m the only one that tolerates your shit attitude in this damned gang! Sure you can shoot a gun, but if it ain’t for that. No one ‘round here woulda hesitated puttin a bullet in your head with the way you go on!”Micah scowled and stood up from the chair, facing you completely. This argument was different from all the rest you both had before. You could tell how the way he was looking at you. Something changed in him. Was it from the incident at Saint Denis? What happened in Guarma? You weren’t sure. But whatever cruelty he held back on you was let out full force in his next few words. “I never asked for you to tolerate me! Never asked for your company. Never asked for you to follow me around with your simperin’ feelings.” He stepped closer, getting in your face with a sneer and completely shattered your hopes in two quiet sentences. “You’re so easy to read now y/n it’s borin’. How ‘bout you wander off and go do something useful, and if I need your services, I’ll give ya a holler.”

That was it. You saw red, behind your damp eyes. You roughly pushed Micah’s chest away, making the man stumble back and hit the porch railing. You went for you gun. Micah’s eyes widening in shock as he realized what  you were doing. You had only just began to aim, when you noticed from the corner of your eye an outreached hand whipping out and grasped your wrist tightly yanking your pistol out of your grasp. You glowered at the man who only tiredly looked at you in disapproval and sympathy. “You need to calm down y/n. You’re lucky I got here when I did.” “This don’t concern you Arthur Morgan. Hand me the gun.” You spat out glaring between Arthur and an oddly silent Micah. “Look y/n, as much as I’d love to see this sack of shit dead you-” “Then hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself!”

“-You can’t be doin’ that. We need every workin’ hand here to keep the gang together. We can’t ourselves killin’ each other when we have a whole lot of problems out there tryin’ to kill us!” He raised his voice over your own, trying to get you to see reason. And you did. Arthur was always good at that. After a few moments of silence you nodded. You sniffled and glanced at Micah, who was just watching you warily like he’s never seen you before. Squaring your shoulders, you collected yourself and took a deep breath. Enough of this. You were better than that. So much better. And definitely better than Micah fucking Bell. “You don’t get to talk to me. You don’t get to be near me. And you sure as hell don’t get to touch me. You… You are not worth this Micah Bell. I’m just sorry it took me this long to realize it.” And just like that, you turned your back to him and walked past Arthur who was still holding your gun. Micah didn’t say a damned thing. This was probably the quietest you’ve ever heard the man. He let you leave without a peep. You walked to the absolute farthest part of the camp away from Micah, leaning against a tree, wiping your tears. You were done with crying over that lowly snake of a man.

Footsteps.

You turn your head and see Arthur awkwardly shuffling there and your lips upturned to a faint smile. This man was awful with trying to cheer people up but offering your gun back was a good attempt. “Promise me you won’t shoot em? At least not yet.”“Promise. I’m… sorry you had to hear all that, had to butt in.” “It’s fine. To be honest, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Bright side, looks like you scared him quiet with that act. Wonder how long that’ll last though.”You gave a bitter chuckle and you both looked out at the fading sun through the gaps of the trees. “I’ve been a fool. But he’s an even bigger one. He’s gonna regret makin’ so many enemies out of people.”Arthur huffed a laugh and crossed his arms. “Don’t I know it. Till then… you ever feel like you’re about to get trigger happy on him, just come my way alright?”“Thanks Arthur… You’re a good man.” You smiled softly, hearing his quiet grumbles of denial. Lord that man couldn’t take a compliment. But you felt… better. Lighter. As much as you hurt right now in this moment, you knew you’d come out of this stronger. Arthur mentioned Dutch, Bill and Javier would be here soon as well. The gang together again, you could all move forward, get back on track. Lay low, earn money, and get the hell outa here. You could do it, you were a survivor. And no heartless Micah Bell was going to stop you.

#maddy writes #micah bell x reader #angst #rdr2 x reader #request #ask #shyyeehaw #whats even happening in this one lmao #im so sorry i tried my best #im not very good with micahs personality yet #i retconned who arrived in guarma when #because the cutscenes dont really explain it much #aside form arthur #rdr2 story #micah bell

[clementineviolet]

Here is my liveblogging from season 4, episode 3. Notice how it is all capslock at the end

MAJOR SPOILERS UNDERNEATH. MAJOR. SPOILERS. 

Bro Minnie is SO TALL

MINNIE TAPING UP TENNS BOOTS

Minnie is JEALOUS and ANGRY

Minnie is SO TALL

VIOLET IS DEFENDING US AGAINST MINNIE!!!!! TAKE THAT LOUD CLOUIS STANS!!!

Damn Minnie is on the dark side

Sophie is DEAD “a hero” gurl what

Minnie didn’t rat us out thank god

Vi defended Clem so god is real

MINNIE COME BAAACK

Violet we need to talk about that

AJ did the YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO EM POSE

Keep forgetting AJ got SHOT

AWWW TENN IS AJ’S FIRST REAL FRIEND I CRY “YOU DONT COUNT YOURE OLD”

JAMES NO BB WHY YOU HURT

AJ if you tell him that i wanna flip him i’ll kill you

I Love You James and I Trust You

I keep calling James “baby” he’s my platonic babe

James really collects walkers like regulars people collect rocks

James I....girl I’m gonna go along with what you say but this is interesting

I don’t wanna see it that way because I fuckin shot Lee so he wouldn’t turn

Yeah James that shit hurted but it’s ok baby

I don’t wanna say that James fucks walkers but (IM JOKING) (but am i really)

AJ shush we’re going along with him

“I’ll ALWAYS PROTECT YOU” BB AJ PLSSS

I love AJ he’s so cute

This is terrifying

Omfg the mask and the breathing i dislike

I love when they do first person camera it’s so much scarier

This is the creepiest shit i’ve seen on TWDG i don’t even know what to say

The music!! beautiful

What in the hell is going on do they LISTEN TO MUSIC THIS IS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING INDONT

WHAT

UHHHH

What’s funny is that this reminds me of the PAX footage where a zombie shoots Clem the middle finger do y’all remember that

I’m really not sure actually that shit was crazy BUT I KILLED LEE I DONT WANNA BELIEVE THAT

AJ stop hitting him with these personal questions

That was a crazy ass scene

James is Definitely one of the most unique characters in TWD franchise

RUBYYYYYY

HOOTENANNY

YOOOO ITS TIME FOR A PARTYYYYYY BRO CAN I DANCE WITH VIOLET PLs

Oh no we’re placing collectibles already not good

AJ this is the creepiest monologue

AJ baby you’re a good person

HEY AJ NO FORESHADOWING CLEM GETTING BIT SHUSH

TICKLES FOR MY BOY

Nevermind he wanna be serious

“IF I GET BIT YOU’LL...”

I’m torn because now it’s like... do i wanna put AJ through that like I did Clem? what if there is a bit of Clem in there? aughhhhh

NO AJ NO WHAT??? IM NOT BITING YOU NO

Fuck

If there’s an ending where AJ and Clem are walkers together... i’m fucking suing 

I don’t know what to do with AJ

VIOLET!!!!!!

YES LETS TALK

VIOLET IS ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE

We can save her don’t worry bout it

Violet ;____;

“I WONT LET HER TAKE YOU OR AJ OR ANYONE ELSE I CARE ABOUT”

Omg Violet talking about how much she cares for Louis i cry

Oh my god finally confirmation that Vi is like 1 cm taller than Clem if she stands up straight

We’ll GET THOSE BOYS

SHE MADE US A BUTTON IM SCREAMING THE HEADCNAONNFJDJSJDNNSBJDJDJSJJSJSJJDJDHJSHD

A STARS BUTTON OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GAY I SCREAM

VIOLET

WE AFE GONNA

WERE GONNA

WERENFNDNJZHDJD

DANCE!!!!!!!!!!! AHSHJSJZJDJDKDKJDKDKD

OH YM GOD

SO MANT HEADCANONS

COMING TRUE

THIS IS TRUE WLW CULTURE

TAKE HER HAND BITCH

OH MY FOD

OH MY GODJDJJDJSJDKDKDJDJDKJDKSKDKD

THE AMOUNT OF GIFS

I am

paaainf our

this is amazing

i scream

i love

my short girls who dance and exchange gay gifts

THE HUG BRUH I CANT

BRUV

KISS

KISS

KISS

violet doing the gay arm thing

AJ REALLY RUINED THE MOMENT FJDJDKDNDKKD

That scene made 20biteen

When can we tell AJ pls

Y’all know i’m boutta hit AJ with that

This is the cutest shit of all time

HUG HUG HUG BABY

So many hugs I’m dead

Let’s go have this damn hootenanny

VIOLET TEACHING AJ I SCREAM

We doin jazz baby

How has it already been like an hour and a half

Jesus Willg i don’t think we should do that but uhhh just make sure we don’t fuckin die

I swear to God willy if you get us killed

I’m ready for the most turnt party of all

time

ITS OK WILLY YOURE PROBABLY GONNA DIE BUT

YES AJ WITH THEM MOOOVES YES BITCH

ROSIESEEEE

TENN AND WILLY I CRY

Tenn i love you bb

Fuck You Raiders

Yeah we naming it

WILLY JR

That gay smile Clem shared with Vi i can’t

OMG YES LETS LEARN WHY THEHRE IN HERE

The amount of gay smiles

OMG RUBY I LOVE I THOUGHT THAT WAS MARLON

“THAT LITTLE MORHERFUCKER”

Of course that’s why Willy was sent here this little meme boy

I HAVW TO GIF THAT

No AJ no

TENN REALLY TOLD HIM FJDJSKJD

EVERHONES FACES I SCREAM

This turned emo can we go back to having fun and listening to country

34 DEAD KIDS JESUS

Louis i’m so sorry

No we gotta hear Violet

Only if you wanna love

Her dad was a drunk and her mom

worked 3 jobs, grandma shut down after grandpa died, this is emo, oh fuck this is turning dark, oh no violet that sucks so

much

Violet you were TRAUMATIZED

OH FUCK

11 YEARS OLD

I’m so sorry Violet i can’t

Do you wanna hear some of my baggage

That was such an amazing scene jesus, props to Gideon

OMG VIOLET HAS A PRETTY VOICE I SCREAAAAAAM

GAY SMILE

WOW DAMN THAT VOICE VIOLET!!!! GIRL OF MANY TALENTS

minnie and vi singing together that’s it

When. will we tell the group we together

AJ LETS CUDDLE BABY

tenn and willy i cry

thank you so much for that violet i’m

crying so beautiful

jesus we’re so damn emo

DREAM FUCK NOT READY

IM

NOT

EMKTIONALLY

OREPARED

oh my god the graphics look

amazing i’m

shook

she ALWAYS PICKS THE TRAIN

LEE BE MY MUFASA

“YOU KNOW I WAS MAKING IT ALL UP AS I WENT ALONG RIGHT” TRU THATS HOW I PLAYED HIM

Lee can you give me girl advice

YAAAAS LETS SAVE LOUIS

THE RANCH

A GIRL WHO LOVES YOU

GAY!!!! RIGHTS!!!!!

AJ is a small bb boy he loves to shoot ppl

Lee would be so fucking proud

HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG

OK YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT CLEM THRNJGINTO HER S4 SELF TO ME BRCH BYE

SHES SO MUCH TALLER NOW JESUS WOW SHE WENT FROM HALFWAY UP HIS CHEST TO HIS SHOULDER

Scissors be hard Lee

Bye Lee immcrying

HEY JAMES!!!!

JAMES IS SO SHY

TENN SHUT UP I CANNOT DO NOT SAY THAT

20!!!GAY!!!TEEN!!!

Oh no Vi is gonna tell Tenn about Minnie and Sophie huh

I’m worried about AJ too fuck

Tenn bb i’m so sorry

Of course I’ll tell her Tenn

Violet don’t save me I’ll be fine probably

hopefully

KISS

GAY LOOK OF LOVE

“GO LOOK IN ANOTHER DIRECTION” KDKDJDJJDKDKD AJ PLEASE IM TRYNA HAVE A MOMENT

This is not gonna go well. This episode has been too good

Oh no Clem has a bow not gonna be good for me later on

This is very creative gameplay

I’m failing so hard

OH GOD LUKE FLASHBACKS

I feel like i’m gonna throw up in so nervous

MINNIES CONCERN FOR TENN I CRY

TENN FORGIVES YOU

ooh girl the emotions

THANK YOU MINNIE

WHERE IS LOUIS

OH NO LOUIS WHAT HAPPENED

I’m sorry Louis GODDAMMIT

MINNIE FOR FUCKS SAKE

Oh for fucks sake

HUG!!!! IM SO SORRY LOUIS

Jesus christ man

THEY FUCKING CUT OUT HIS TONGUE??? WHAT THE FUCK

WHt THE

FUCK

WHY

MO

NOOOOOOOOOOO

this is the worst possible thing we’ll help you louis it’s ok

let the others GO GODSAMMIT YOU EVIL FUCKING BITCH

Larry was an abusive fucking asshole Lilly

Lilly what are you gonna fucking do is she gonna make me choose who to hurt or kill what the fuck what the fuck

Oh god is this about Sophie and Minnie what the fuck

This is amazing acting by Lilly’s VA

Sounds like slavery but ok

Oh my god MINNIE KILLED SOPHIE WHAT THE FUCK

I KNEW IT FUCK FUCK FUCK

WHAT IN THE FUUUUUUCK

VIOLET SHHHHHH

NO NO NO NO NO NO

DONT YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER

OH MY GOD

AJ IM SORRY BUT HOLY SHIT

A WHOLE ASS EAR

YOURE RIGHT AJ!!!! WE’RE GONNA KILL HER

OK AJ WAIT HOLD ON IM ANGRH BUT I REALIZS FHIS IS TOO MUCH ANGER AND HLOODLUST

LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE

NO NO NO NO

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM

AT LEAST VIOLET HAS A HAND

MINNIE YOU FUCKING BITCH

MINNIE PLEASE IM TRYING TO REDEEM YOU SORRY GIRL

TOO CLOSS TO MY THROAT THANK YOU

OH FUCK VIOLET THANKS FOR THE SAVE WE ARE FONNA NEED SO MUCH THERAPY

RIP MINERVA???

VIOLET WHAT NO COME WITH ME

BYE AASIM THANK YOU SIR

If Violet gets caught in the explosion i am ducking suing for emotional and punitive damages

NO NO NO TENN NO

JAMES FUUUUUUCK NO

SAVE JAMES SAVE JAMES

“YOU DONT FUCKINF SCARE ME” YES JAMES

YES JAMES!! HIT HER WITH THAT CARLEY WISDOM

TENN OH FUCK

FUUUUUCK

SHOOT HER TENN

FUUUUCK

YES AJ BITE THAG BITCH

AJ GO FOR THE CHESTTTTTT

OH SHIT AJ

LILLY DONT YOU DARE MANIPULATE MY BOY

ohhhhh fuck this is a DIFFICULT DECISION

THIS IS TOO MUCH

BYE LILLY SHOOT AJ

THE BOMB

#twdg #twdg spoilers

[zenyattayatta]

Can you PLEASE do a junkrat x reader where they have been together since australia when they were young and when they are introduced to the overwatch team some of them (Mccree, Hanzo, maybe even tracer) all are flirting with her hardcore and jamison gets all insecure and possesive?

Through Thick and Thin

A/N: I dont know why, but i got a bit stumped on this one. 

“Jamison Fawkes,what did I tell you about blowing things up?” The young boy flinches at yourstern voice. Your small hands on his leg working to disinfects the cuts andscrapes of small Aussie.

He gives you a toothy grin. “But the explosions looks sopretty!” The eight-year-old motions with exaggeration, arms spread wide and out.His eyes open wide as he makes an assortment of ‘Kabooms’ and ‘bang bangs’ witha hushed tone. You giggle at his extravagantness before remembering you have tosay firm.

“I know there pretty cool but you need to be careful, Jamie!”You finish rubbing down a sterile bandage, pausing to look over your handiwork.“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Jamison frowns, placing a hang up top your head. “Don’t worry,me love! I ain’t going nowhere.” He places a cross over his heart. “Swear it onmy dead body.”

You smile, “Alright, Jamie but you gotta promise!” You promptlyspit in the palm of your hand before outstretching it to him. He looks at it abit hesitant.

“I ain’t shakin’ to that, mate.” He crosses his arms overhis chest while shaking his head. “Girls have cooties!”

“I do not have cooties!” You exclaim, visually upset. Hesticks his tongue out at you.

“Yea you do!” He states matter-of-factly. “All girls havecooties!”

You pout, crossing your hands over your chest beforetrotting away. Jamison frowns, suddenly worried by your silent treatment. Notlong after he trots behind spouting apologies.

You wake up as the dropship feels some turbulence. The roughand tumble of it makes you sink further into Junkrat’s arm. His metal hand goesto tangle with yours as he leans back into you.

“There, there.” He soothes. “We almost there, darl. Noworries.”

You grip on his hand tightens, as you look at the loosebolts and screws of mechanical hand. “Jamison…”You drawl. He flinches at the familiar tone. “Have you been poking at theimprovements I made to your arm?” He immediately lets go of your hand, crossinghis arms over his chest to hide his hand away.

“Got no idea what your talkin’ about, love.” He answersavoiding your eyes. You shake your head leaning bit forward to look at your third companion. The larger Junker readingaway at some book he’d picked up during his last heist.

“Mako?” He turns to look at you, thinking over what you justasked the other junker. There’s a cough before he speaks, ratting out his boss.

“He was messing around with the finger joints while youslept.”

Junkrat grunts before jabbing at Roadhog in the gut. “How‘bout ya mine ya own business next time, huh!”  He huffs.

“Thank you, Mako.” You smile appreciatively. Junkratgrumbles under his breath, sinking into his seat begrudgingly. He only stopswhen you kiss his shoulder, leaning back into him in apology. Shortly after,Athena announces the decent of the drop shit. You were more than excited to getoff the ship, gripping harder at Junkrat’s hand as you felt the shift of theship.

The number of recalled agents was a short list, that youknew.

However, upon arrival you are greeted by a couple of strangefaces in quite a variety of clothing. The sheer difference of each astoundingyou as you’ve never seen it before. The briefing was fast, well as fast as itcould have been. Junkrat almost attacked Winston the minute began speaking tothe three of you. However, with your calming presence and Roadhog’s ratherimpressive grip, both of you were able to talk him down.

He calls over two of the others standing not too far behindhim, a man and woman. He asks that they show you around while he spoke to thetwo other Junkers on their profession. A man in a cowboy hat is the first toapproach you. His eyes held a charming glint as he walked up towards you.

“Names McCree, Jesse McCree.” He said extending his hand outfor you to shake. You smile in return, introducing yourself before you noticethe handiwork on his metal arm.

“Woah,” You remark, jerking the cowboys arm towards yourselffor a better look. “Your arm is incredible.”

The comment catches the attention of your Junker not toofar. He watches as you hold the hand of the older man running a finger over thetechnology of his arm. Junkrat squints his eyes, a hand unconsciously runningover his own looking at the two of you. A strong pang hits his chest and hefrowns.

McCree on the other hand is a bit surprised but relishes inthe attention nonetheless. He laughs a bit, extending his arm out to you for abetter look.  His poncho sways back andhis hand touches yours momentarily as he hikes up his sleeve a bit more foryour viewing pleasure.

“You think?” He asked nonchalantly, flexing his arm with asmirk. “I’ve had this ol’ thing for years.”

You nod with a smile. “Well, it’s very well taken care of.”

“Oi, McCree! Why do you always make a show of things?” Avoice draws your attention. Your eyes look over to the small and petite woman beforeyou. In flash she’s by your side, an arm over your shoulders.

“Names Tracer, Love!” She announces with a wink. “Winston’stold me your gonna be one of our new engineer!”

You nod, a flush over your features at her boldness. “Yes, Iworked as one in the outback. I helped draft and make the weapons the Junkershave…” Your eyes trail down to the mechanism on her chest. Suddenly, yourcaptivated again.

“Wanna take a look, yeah?” She asks smiling at how you stareat it interested. You nod, leaning in. Tracer puffs her chest out tossingMcCree a look while your eyes look over her tech in amazement. The Cowboyfrowns, placing his hands on his hips.

“It’s so pristine and clean,” You remark, watching as themechanism spins and turns. “So unlike the tech I’ve seen before.”

“There’s a lot more like it round these parts.” McCree opts,“Say, you hungry? Dinner should be starting up soon in the mess hall.”

“Yes, actually.” You say a bit sheepishly.

“Let me take you there then.” McCree takes your arm in his,grinning at Tracer in victory.  Thebrunette pouts in response ready to make a move on of her own.

It’s then that Junkrat hobbles over, placing a hand aroundyour waist and pulling you towards him. “Jamison?” You asked a surprised at hisaction. He shoots a deadly glare over to the two before you, arms tightening atyour waist. “Jamison, what’s wrong?”

The air seems to shift and Tracers smile diminishes ever so slightly.“I, um, would you like us to leave you two alone?” She asks.

You shake your head, “Just give is a moment.”

“I don’t like ‘em.” He remarks looking over your shoulder tosee them waiting for you not too far off. He shoots them another glare as you grabhis face to look at you.

“You don’t even know them, Jamison.” You deadpan.

He growls. “Well, I just don’t like how they act with ya,alright!”

You raise a brow. “Friendly?”

He shakes his head, frustration building up as he balled hisfists at his side. You release his face, sighing.

“I’m going to go grab dinner at the mess hall. We’ll talkabout this later, alright?” You move to meet his gaze, offering a small smilebefore kissing his cheek. His face softens slightly and his grip on youloosens. He watches as you leave his hold to join the others, shoulders slumpedin defeat.

By the time, Tracer and McCree let you go its late into theevening. The suns about to dip into the horizon and dinner had just ended. Youhad been a little concerned seeing only Roadhog in the mess hall but came tothe conclusion that Junkrat was probably in his assigned lab. Working away onhis explosions, excited to have his own area to experiment.

However, there’s something amiss as you walk into hisassigned room.

“Not in your lab, Jamie?” You ask, as he slouches over hisdesk. A disassembled frag grenade scattered about. You raise a brow when hedoesn’t reply, walking over you look over him.  The fire in those jasper eyes is dimmed and heisn’t as giddy as per the normal when greeting you. He works sluggishly like he’slost deep in thought. From the grim look on his face, you know it can’t begood.

“Jamie?” You reach out to place a hand on his shoulder. Hisback is towards you as he busies himself with a mine bomb. Immediately, heswats it away.  You stand a bit stunnedat the rejection but don’t push it for any more physical contact. “Jamison,talk to me.”

He growls in frustration. Slamming his fists on the desk,startling you. “Why don’t ya hang out with ya new buddies or somethin’, huh?” There’ssomething sour in the way he speaks but you choose to ignore it.

“Jamison,” There’sthat tone again. You shift to lean the messy desk, careful to avoid anythingthat looks like it will blow up at your touch. “I’m not going anywhere till youtell me what’s wrong.” You cross your arms while staring at him. He stares offtrying not to meet your gaze. Suddenly, he looks deflated. He didn’t want to Thepointer finger of his left-hand taps away at the desk as his leg bounces inunison. “And you know how stubborn I can be.”

There’s silence as you wait for him to speak. You can seehis emotions through his face. The crinkle in-between his eyebrows showing he’sfrustrated, the bounce of his leg meaning he’s anxious and the absence of hisfamiliar smile meaning he’s upset. Eventually, he shoots up from his seat. Hishands move to grip at your shoulders as he leans to down to place his foreheadto yours.  

“Do you like me?” He asks, his eyes are closed but hisexpression is crestfallen “I know I’m not as high tech-y as the others, nor asclean as them. Hell they seem ta’ have a better grip on what they doin’ than Ido!”

You look at him dumbfounded. “Jamie,” It takes a bit ofstrength for your voice not to crack. “We’re you worried I didn’t like youanymore? After meeting them?” The single thought of it happening causes aflicker of panic to flash through his eyes. The silence is the air is deafeningbut you can hear where your heart breaks. You move to place a hand on hischeek. “Jamison, how long have I know you?”

He tilts his head a bit confused. “Since we were pipsqueaksback in Australia.”

You nod, “And who was there with you when you discoveredyour love for explosives, huh? Or when you lost your arm? And your leg?” Youlooked at him intensely. “Or held your hand when you got your tattoo? Or workedday and night to make sure you had functioning prosthetics with the scrapsthrown?”

He’s silent for a moment, his eyes staring at you intently.

“Jamison Fawkes, I have been with you through thick andthin. All these shiny doodads and people are not gonna make me stop lovin’ya’.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Now you better go andput on that smile I love or Imma be real upset with you.”

He chuckles, a gentler version of his quirky laugh. Thelaugh he does when he’s with you. You lean in and kiss him on his chapped lips.He moves his hands from your shoulder to the back of your neck to get a betterangle. Kissing you back with need.

It’s a while before he pulls away.

“You always know just what to say, Sheila.” He tells you,smiling like no tomorrow.

“Just reminding you that I’m not going anywhere but whereyou are.” You shrug like it common knowledge. “I love you for you, Jamie.”

Jamison kisses your forehead with so much affection. Itssloppy, having always has been, and he leaves a bit of a wet spot causing you tolaugh. You paw him away but the grip he has on your waist means you aren’tgoing anywhere.

You cringe playfully. “Ew, cooties.”

He frowns. “Oi! I don’t have cooties!”

“Sorry, Jamie. Every boyhas cooties.” You state matter-of-factly .

He begins to fret as he denies that what your feigninglyaccuse him of. Suddenly, you feel young again. The nostalgia of the situationbrining a warmth to your heart. You can feel where it’s the two of you, youngpunks lost in the great outback. However, when you look at Junkrat ramble onyou can see the man you love grown.

#asks #requests #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #overwatch x reader #junkrat #jamison fawkes #overwatch #Anonymous

[an-outsiders-sunset]

West Side Doll

part five/final part

Dallas Winston x soc reader

*two weeks after events of last part*

Randy’s p.o.v

Walking around the greaser neighborhood, I was just trying to pass time. I don’t see a need to fight when there isn’t a reason. Speaking of a fight there’s the Curtis gang. I don’t think they see me yet. ‘Glory, I can’t believe that broad actually thinks Dally cares for her.’ Two bit said laughing. I pity that broad man. Not another one of Dallas Winston’s toys. 'Maybe we shouldn’t be messing with her I mean, Randy’s going to kill Dall. And Y/n isn’t a bad girl.’ Johnny said angrily at Two bit. Dallas is playing my sister. Those guys are gonna get it. 'Hey!’ I yelled walking up to them. 'Fuck, Randy what are you doing on our turf?’ Ponyboy asked. 'Whose idea was it?! Whose. Idea. Was. It.’ I yelled looking at them. 'Oh boy, I’m scared. Randy please don’t hurt me.’ Steve said laughing as he feigned fear. Without thinking I lunged towards Steve. Holding him by the collar I pushed him into the fence. 'You fucking idiot. I want to know the entire thing before I pound your face into your skull!’ I yelled into his face angrily. 'Ok ok, we wanted to get back at you for being well…you. We had ol'Dall ask your sister out knowing it would really get to ya. And it did. But of course Dally had to get soft and tried to back out but then I offered him money and he agreed to go through with it again. I suppose he is going to let her go some time soon.’ That bastard winked at me. 'I’m not gonna fight you. Im gonna go tell Y/n.’ I said walking away. 'Wait, Randy.’ That Johnny kid called after me. 'What?’ 'Don’t, don’t do that. Dally, he really likes your sister. Now imma tell you something and you bes not tell Dally I told you cause he would skin me, but he came to me one night man, he was almost in tears, he was worrying about what Y/n would think of him if the truth came out.’ He admitted struggling to look me in the eye. 'Your not a bad kid, I heard what you said about my sister. But Dallas deserves this. So do you guys. Consider your gang member count to be brought down by one.’ I said walking away to go find my sister. That Johnny kid, he was the one Bob jumped. I felt bad for him. He wasn’t a bad kid.

Running to the first place I think of, the park, I see two silhouettes near the swings. Hearing footsteps behind me i swiftly turn around to see the entire gang behind me running to stop me. I start running faster to the two near the swings. 'Y/n get away from that bastard!’ I yell coming to a stop in front of my sister. 'Randy, what the fuck are you doing?’ 'Don’t do it. Randy he was forced into it. It’s not his fault.’ Darry strongly said from behind me. I looked over to Dallas and he was looking at me with a pleading looking. That bastard should of thought about that before. 'She deserves to know the truth.’ I state firmly. 'What’s going on?’ Y/n asks leaning closer to Dallas. 'Come one baby. You don’t need to be here.’ Dallas replied trying to get her away. That ignited something in me. I darted towards Dallas grabbing him and pulling him to the ground. Hitting him square in the jaw multiple times as he struggled to get me off of him. My sisters screams were faint as someone lifted me off of Dallas. 'HES A LIAR!’ I yell. 'HE LIED TO YOU. HE DOESNT LOVE YOU. THIS WAS ALL JUST TO GET BACK AT ME. HE WAS PAID TO KEEP DATING YOU, YOU MEANT NOTHING TO HIM.’ I YELLED towards Dallas. 'Dallas?’ My sister questioned from the side. 'Look baby, that how it started but then I met you and you were amazing and I fell for you baby. Please you gotta believe me.’ He said going towards her, putting his hand on her cheek. 'You lied to me? YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME?’ She choked out. 'God no baby you gotta understand please. It started out like that but it changed. I changed please, I’m sorry.’ He was in tears by now. That bastard. 'Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me. DONT EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN. I FUCKING HATE YOU.’ She yelled running away. 'NO BABY PLEASE!’ Dallas sobbed trying to run after her but being held back by Steve and Darry. 'Let her go man.’ Steve said holding him back. 'I fucking hate all of you! You made me hurt her!’ He yelled pushing Steve and Darry away. 'Rumble. Tonight.’ I say looking directly at Steve. 'No weapons.’ With that I run in the direction my sister went.

Y/n’s p.o.v I trusted him. I loved him. He didn’t even care. I was all a bet to him. Coming across a tree I decide to walk over to it and climb it. Sitting on top one of the branches I finally let the tears fall. How could I be so stupid? I believed a no good greaser. God I’m suck an idiot. I let out a frustrated scream as i hear the twigs snapping on the floor. 'Y/n.’ Randy. 'I’m sorry. But you deserve to know the truth.’ Hoping down from the branch, I run to my brother hugging him and sobbing into his chest. 'It hurts so much.’ I admit as he just holds me. Comforting me. 'He’s a greaser, you’re a soc. It would never work. Plus he is Dallas Winston, self centered, cold, heartless.’ My brother said making a face at the end. But Dally wasn’t heartless, he wasn’t cold, he wasn’t self centered. He was guarded, scared of showing his vulnerability. He hated being emotional so his best way to deal with it was to get rid of it. I mean, that’s what I thought before all this shit happened. I thought he actually cared about me. Dare I say loved me. 'There is a rumble tonight. You wanna come?’ Randy asked. 'No, Dallas will be there. I don’t wanna see him.’ I stated clearly. 'Come on sis let’s go home.’ Randy said before picking me up, bridal style, and carrying me home as I fell asleep.

Dallas’ p.o.v God damnit! What the fuck is wrong with me man. Go ahead, say it! I’m going soft for some soc! But I don’t care. She’s my girl and I hurt her. I hurt my Doll. I’m dumb fucking shit man. 'I’m sorry Dall, I didn’t think you would like this broad man. She’s not your type.’ Steve said trying to make me feel better. It just angered me even more. 'Not my fucking type! Steve she was no ones type because no one fucking deserved her. But yet some how she chose me and my dumbass had to listen to you man. I had to go along with that stupid fucking plan. My self centered, dumbass, shitty self had to fuck this all up. Cause that’s what I do best. I ruin everything I fucking touch.’ I yelled at him. Making me choke up even more. 'God I’m done with this shit man! I’ll see you guys at the rumble.’ I said frustrated walking out of the house. I’m fucking done. I fall for someone and I get hurt. That’s what you fucking get for being soft, man. How could I be so fucking stupid she trusted me. She was mine and I let her go. You get tough and you don’t get hurt. I loved by that man, then that broad had to come in and fuck shit up. Steve had to fuck it up. My lowlife, dumbass self had to mess it up cause that’s all I fucking do. How am I supposed to live without her? She came into my life like a whirlwind man. I wasn’t expecting her but now I don’t want her to leave, ya know. What is that west side doll doin to me man? 'Hey mister, you gotta dollar? A dime? You gotta dime?’ Some annoying little kid asked me. Trying to hide my face with my sunglasses I turned away. 'No I don’t got any money!’ I yelled at the dumbass. 'A dime? A nickel?’ She kept asking. 'I don’t got no money get outta here man!’ I yelled shooing her off. As she walked off my mind starts drifting back to Y/n. I’m just gonna have to forget about her after the rumble tonight.

*Time skip* I walk into the Curtis place as all of them are getting ready for tonight’s rumble. 'Hey Dall, glad you could make it.’ Johnny said from the side. 'Dall you fighting?’ Darry asked walking over to me. 'It ain’t a rumble without me man.’ I laughed. Walking to the field I couldn’t help but feel nervous thinking Y/n would be there with Randy. I doubt it man, she hates me. 'You alright Dall?’ Johnny asks from the side. 'Ya, man just thinkin.’ I stated. 'Oh that’s dangerous. You thinking bout that soc?’ He asked seriously towards the end. 'You know what man? Yes I am cause I was finally feeling something for someone I finally felt the slightest bit of trust within someone and she doesn’t trust me at all. She hates my guts. Do you k ow how much it fucking hurts man, to have the girl you like, you love to hate every fiber of your being?’ I blew up at the kid. 'Wow Dall you really liked her huh? Don’t worry man if it was meant to be you guys would find a way back.’ He stated before walking away. As he walked away the socs showed up. Randy got out of the car with his posy following behind him. No sign of Y/n. I don’t know why know as expecting her to come. She hates me. 'I want Dallas.’ I heard Randy say. 'Ok you got me.’ I stated toughly looking at him and taking a drag from the cancer stick. 'You don’t know half the shit you caused for my sister. She hasn’t gotten out of her room since todays encounter. Hasn’t eaten since. She’s in fucking pain, all because of you no good hood. I want you to fucking pay. You’re dead tonight.’ Randy spat at me. 'Bite me.’ I stated throwing my cig at him. That’s how the fight starts. The fight was a blur but now we got them all running. 'Ya you better fucking run!’ I yelled in their direction. Steve hollered and yelled cheering. Everyone is happy, usually I am too but not tonight man. I miss my little light weight. I walk off towards the side walk. I check my pockets for anything that I might have lost during the rumble. Nothing really, still had my heater. It was a bluff though and my bullets fell out of my pocket. I see a convenient store ahead. Perfect.

Y/n’s p.o.v 12 hours. 12 hours since I found out. 12 hours since I locked myself into my room. 13 hours since my last meal. I hate him, I hate how he used to call me a broad, I hate how he used to smoke, I hate how he lied, I hate how I trusted him, I hate how I thought he was different, I hate how I don’t hate him at all. Not even in the slightest. I am unconditionally, irrevocably in love with him, and I hate that. I need to see him agian. Just one more time. I should call Cherri. 'I can’t believe him!’ Cherri yelled. 'You don’t still have feelings for him, do you?’ She asked looking at me. 'Oh my god. You do.’ I guess my silence answered it. 'I want to see him again.’ I stated. 'I don’t think that is the best idea.’ Cherri said shaking her head. 'God please, Cherri I’ve never wanted to do anything more in my life! Please you gotta understand I have to see him, I love him!’ I yelled out in a rush. 'Go.’ 'What?’ 'Go I’ll stay here and pretend to be you if your brother comes by. Go.’ She smiled pushing me towards the window. 'Thank you Cherri.’ I said smiling brightly at her. Climbing at the window, I waved to her receiving a thumbs up.

Walking around the greaser neighborhood trying to spot Dally wasn’t really working and plus, I’m starving. Oooo a convenient store. There has to be food in there.

'I’m calling the cops!’ I hear some one yell. Turning around I see the man, the myth, the legend, Dallas Winston running out of the store, found him. Gun shots go off pulling me back to reality. I look over to Dallas to make sure he is still running, which thank god he is. He’s going towards the lot. I run to the lot going a different route trying not to run into Dallas. Finally I reach the lot and Dallas in no where to be found. Good, I got here first. I go over to the monkey bars and climb onto the top of them, waiting for Dallas to get here. I hear loud footsteps of some one running, Dallas. He turned into the lot, stoping to take breath. I jump down, walking over to him. Nervousness started forming in the pit of my stomach. What if he doesn’t want to see me, what if he never really liked me? What if all his apologies were just fake? I- 'Y/n?’ Dally breathed out as of questioning if I was real. 'Dallas.’ I responded. 'Listen man, you shouldn’t be here.’ He said trying to act tough. Failing to hide the guilt lacing into his facade towards the end. 'Stop it will ya? I came here to talk to you.’ I said tried of his act. 'I’m sorry.’ He said. Evident that he was apologizing for more then what happened just now. 'Why?’ I breathed out. 'I was stupid, a jerk, I wanted to get back at your brother and the socs.’ He said looking down ashamed. 'Did you mean it?’ I asked. 'What?’ 'Did you mean that you love me?’ I asked looking at him with hope. 'I don’t say things I don’t mean.’ He stated. 'Listen doll, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You showed me what it was like to not hate everything around you to not hate the world for doing something to you. Life gives you the worst things for free. I am completely in lo-’ he was cut off by the roaring of an engine and tires screeching. I look over to where the sound is coming from. A blue mustang makes its way into the lot, onto the grass. Bobs driving and he’s drunk. He stops the car getting out with Randy following him. 'Hello Dallas.’ Bob said. 'Bob.’ Dallas sneered walking in front of me. 'So I heard you hurt one of our friends.’ Looking at him with a look saying he was taunting him. 'I don’t like when people hurt my friends.’ Bob states. Dally stays silent clenching his jaw tight. 'Say something!’ He yells. Pulling out a gun cocking it and pointing it towards Dally. Bobs always carries a fully loaded gun with him. 'You don’t need to do this.’ Dally stated strongly.

Dallas’ p.o.v 'Bob please.’ Y/n said softly from behind me. 'Say one more word and I’ll blow your brains out. Ya know baby, it was supposed to be us. I don’t want Cherri I want you. Can’t you just picture it us together in our big house, our eight beautiful children and us, in the bedroom, working on number nine. Me ramming my-’ I cut him off by pulling out my unloaded heater trying to get him to back off. He instinctively pulls the trigger. I prepare for the blow but a body is thrown in front of me. Y/n. 'No. NO! YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!’ I yell at them bending down to Y/n. I grab her small body in mine, her shaking frame clings to mine, her blood staining my clothes. 'Hold me darling just a little while.’ She stuttered quietly. I pulled her closer. 'God, no baby. Don’t be sorry you are going to be ok. I love you ok. It’s my fault.’ I said letting the tears fall freely down my face not caring any more. 'I love yo-’ She started but unable to finish. She fell limp in my arms, eyes slowly closing. 'God no baby please, baby please stay awake. Stay with me.’ I said rocking slightly to get her to open her eyes. 'CALL 911, CALL SOMEONE!’ I yelled at the two of them. Randy was on the floor sobbing yelling at Bob. Bob was just standing there in shock. 'Ok, I uh I’m calling right um now.’ Bob said in shock. Riding in the back of the ambulance with her all I can think about is what I’m going to do if I lose her. She’s my angel, not theirs. Please, save my baby. 'I’m sorry kid.’ Some guy next to me says. 'It’s not your fault man.’ I said emotionless. 'What was she?’ He asked referring to her social rank. Was. Was. Past tense. 'She is a soc. Im a grease.’ I stated clearly. 'You guys dated?’ He asked Dated. Dated. Past tense. Again. 'Ya.’ 'I guess it was like a real Romeo and Juliet story huh. Greaser and soc fall in love going against everything. Wow. How’d she get hurt.’ He asked awkwardly towards the end. 'I was gonna get shot and my baby jumped in front of me taking the shot. I held her till she went unconscious.’ My voice cracked and gave out towards the end. 'She must’ve really loved you.’ He stated clearly surprised. Past tense again. 'Ya.’ My voice faded out. This guy man. Four hours. Four fucking hours. Four hours since we brought her here, four hours since I last told her I love you, four hours since I’ve seen my angel. Six hours since I’ve eatin. The gang is all here now and we are just waiting for news. Any news. Everything here is so repetitive man. Same boring walls, same boring people, same boring tv programs. The one who’s taking it the hardest besides Randy bob and I is Steve. He hasn’t talked to anyone, hasn’t moved from his seat, a few tears leaked out eye couple times but quickly wiping it away. It wasn’t his fault he shouldn’t be so hard on himself. 'Steve.’ I rasped out. He looked up at me. His lip quivering and jaw clenching. 'I’m sorry man.’ His voice cracked. I walked up to him pulling him into a hug. Crying on his shoulder as he cried on mine. 'It’s my fault Dall, I’m sorry man.’ He choked out. 'No it’s not. You’re not the one who pulled the trigger man. No stop with this mushy shit.’ I said pulling away from him and wiping my eyes. Looking around everyone had a surprised look on their faces. 'Eh get over it.’ I said sitting back down. 'Where is she!’ A female voice yelled from the entrance. Turning around I see a Cherri Valence walking up to us with tears streaming down her face. 'You will never speak to me again.’ She stated looking at Bob. Looks like when Pony called her he told her the whole story. She sat down next to me, looking at me with an apologetic look I just turned my head to stop myself from crying again. 'Y/n Adderson?’ The doctor came out saying. We all stand up, making the doctor confused. 'We are all here for her. But Randy’s her brother. He is the only one here related to her. Her parents aren’t in the country.’ Darry stated clearly. 'Well then. She survived. She isn’t waking up yet but she will soon. I don’t know what God you guys prayed to but it’s a miracle she’s made it. She was pronounced dead for several minutes on that table but she came back. I don’t know how, but she did.’ The doctor stated amazed and walked away after saying we could go in but one visitor at a time. She was pronounced dead. Dead. Past tense. I look over at Randy, who was standing there looking at me. 'Go.’ He rasped out. 'She wants to see you when she first wakes up.’ 'Ok.’ I croak out. Walking into her room seemed like a dream. I’m really walking, I’m floating. Turning the handle I brace myself for what I might see. I finally see her. My angel, my doll, my baby she was lying there in all white. She looks like an angel. The soft beeping in the background was the only sound you could hear. 'Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you so much and I understand if you don’t want to be near me. I get it I was a fucking bastard. I’m sorry. But please push through don’t do it for me do it for, I don’t know, do it for Johnny. But please, please know I love you.’ I said quietly. Holding her hand with my right I take out my ring from my pocket with my left. It was my skull ring but I got it for just for her. 'Dallas.’ She murmured scrunching up her face. 'I’m right here baby.’ I said holding her hand with both my hands placing the ring on the bed. 'I love you too.’ She whispered smiling her angelic soft smile. 'Oh god baby you scared me.’ I breathed out. 'I’m sorry.’ She said opening her big green eyes looking at me. 'No no no no baby don’t be sorry. It’s all my fault ok.’ I said softly to her. 'Will you be mine? Will you be my boy?’ She asked cutely giggling. Laughing along with her I respond with, 'Will you be my girl?’ And I hand her the ring. 'Oh god Dall, your ring, you don’t have to give it to me.’ She said pushing towards me. 'Too late I already got it made for you. Read the inside, baby.’ I said rubbing the pad of my thumb over the back of her hand. She turned it over and read aloud. 'I love you, my girl. -Dallas Winston’

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