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aces-and-angels · 2 years

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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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choicesficwriterscreations · 7 months

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CFWC F/AotW - Oct 15 - 21, 2023

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🦄= Bisexuality Awareness Week | 🏳️‍🌈= LGBTQIA 🎃 = Halloween

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

CRIMES OF PASSION

CoP M!MC and F!MC Fanart 🎨- @fairymatchmaker

Follow Your Heart (to New York) ✒️🎨| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - art by @/irdeinfierno (IG) fic: @storyofmychoices

Nope ✒️| Trystan Thorne x MC - @alj4890

Tragedy: The Origin ✒️| Trystan Thorne, Juliana Georgescu, etc. - @starsarewithinme

You're Shining (more than any star) ✒️| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @reveluving

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Fire & Water (Series) ✒️| Shreya Mistry x M!OC - @korgbelmont Part 4

HIGH SCHOOL STORIES

Milestones ✒️| Adrian Zhou x F!MC - @cadybear420

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Cas Harlow x Gabe Adalhard Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @nukritus

Immortal Desires Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈| m!cas harlow x m!gabe adalhard x nb!mc - @nukritus

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold (Series) | m!cas harlow x m!gabe adalhard x nb!mc - @aria-ashryver Chapter 36: Out With the Old ✒️Ⓜ️🔥🏳️‍🌈🦄

IT LIVES IN THE WOODS

Lucas Thomas Fanart 🎨 by @myautumnrose

NIGHTBOUND

When Hunters Become Prey (Series) ✒️| F!MC x you choose LI - @ladylamrian Chapter 23: The Return

OPEN HEART

PERFECT MATCH

Hayden Young x MC Fanart 🎨 - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

RIDE OR DIE

Colt Kaneko Fanart 🎨 - @nukritus

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Best Kept Secrets (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Chapter 17: A Lot of Learning to Do

The Crown & The Shield (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Constantine x Jackson - @angelasscribbles Chapter 8: Healing

Forevermore (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| King Marquis (Liam) x MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 1: The Next Chapter

Midnights Like This (Series) ✒️| Leo Rys x MC - @queenrileyrose Part 11: A Little Closer

Savage Love (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️ | Drake Walker x MC, Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 36: Lost and Found

The Stranger ✒️| Drake Walker x MC - @petiteboheme

SLOW BURN

Telekinesis and Telepathy ✒️| Everett Flynt - @asexual-hugger

WAKE THE DEAD

WtD Drabble ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Troy Hassan x MC - @lilyoffandoms

CROSSOVERS

Immortal Desires / It Lives In the Woods

Alternate Birthday ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄 | ID OC x ILITW OC - @aallotarenunelma

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missameliep · 4 months

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Hii 🥰

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thanks for the ask, sweetie! ☺️

A top 5? This is incredibly hard for me, like it must be for a mother to pick a favorite child! I write what I love, and even if they are not perfect, every fic can be so very different and challenging and special and I love them all in different ways.

I'll be cheating because Desire & Decorum, which is my favorite book to write and of my favorite pairing Elizabeth and Hamid that has my heart, so I'm making a top 5 for all the fics and another one for D&D, which could be easily a Top 10 because I love so many chapters of TPoH and Second Chances ❤️

Top 5

1. Like Poetry (Blades of Light and Shadow)

2. Safe (Wake the Dead)

3. Heart in a Cage (Blades of Light and Shadow)

4. Rainy Days - Part 1

5. Bad Liar

Top 5 Desire & Decorum

1. Netflix and Cafuné (Modern AU)

2. Is this love?

3. The Pursuit of Happiness - Epilogue

4. Desire&Decorum&Zombies

5. Somewhere in time (AU of an AU - if you know it, you know it)

I'm tagging @princess-geek @lorirwritesfanfic @noesapphic @storyofmychoices @lilyoffandoms @jerzwriter @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads (feel free to ignore)

#ask box!#fic recs #choices fanfic #self rec #top 5

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maypalserrup · 5 years

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They Were Birds (Colt Kaneko x f!MC)

“They Were Birds”

Colt Kaneko x f!MC (Risa Ferrera)

Word count: 1291

Takes place right after the end of chapter 12, if u weren’t a bitch ass and snitched on the Crew to Jason. AKA ur ass dying in the vault.

angst! sorry, but not really xoxo (colt I still love you)

Risa was smart; and being smart, she was entirely aware death was inevitable. Being aware of the inevitability of death, and that life and the universe were fickle, often left her pondering how and when she might die in a way she had no control over: making a deposit at the bank when someone decided to rob it at gunpoint, crossing the street when someone blows through a red light, being in the school gym when someone decided to rig explosives in the boiler room during a rally, à la J.D. from Heathers. Amidst all the scenarios she had thought of, she had never thought she would be trapped in a vault in an underground Los Angeles casino, feeling her throat close up as she watched gas spew from a grenade on the floor in front of her.

Despite Jason being a traitor, she should have listened. Despite getting Logan to help her attempt to stop the Crew, she should have listened. Despite feeling her heart break when Colt told Logan to “Get rid of her,” she should have marched her ass out of that casino. Risa quickly shook her head. It wasn’t in her moral compass to walk out when she knew people were going to end up hurt, end up dead. But if she had just left when Jason told her to, she would be able to call her father, tell her she loves him…

Call. Jason told her to leave and call her father. She had her phone on her, tucked in her back pocket.

Risa did her best to work through the mental fog coming from her slowly losing her ability to breathe. If she called her dad, she would be able to tell him she loved him, tell him goodbye. But if she called someone from the Crew, she might be able to make it out alive…

She scrambled to grab her phone from her back pocket. At this point, the fog was steadily getting thicker, and her mind was steadily getting foggier, making it difficult to focus on something as simple as calling someone. Risa squinted, unlocking the device and going to her contacts, scrolling down until she saw…

Colt Kaneko.

In her inability to think straight, she called him. It was the first name from the Crew she saw (alphabetical contacts, after all), and it didn’t cross her mind until she had her phone pressed to her ear that he might not even pick up. She wasted precious time calling someone who might not even pick up.

“Please,” Risa croaked out, hugging her knees with her free arm on the floor, “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”

“Risa, I told you to leave-”

Risa almost cried tears of relief when she heard his voice.

“Colt,” she cried out, “Please. Please help, I-I-I’m in the vault, and I-” She coughed, and when she inhaled, her throat was so swollen it felt like nothing got through to her lungs. Her mind was getting hazier, but she heard a Fuck! and a handful of muted voices in the background.

It hurt to think at this point, to put any energy into trying to wrap her head around anything that was going on. All she could think of was trying to get oxygen down her throat and to her lungs, but at this point, it was easier to lie on the floor and accept whatever the universe had in store for her.

Her dad always taught her that the universe had a plan, and that sometimes you just had to accept what was meant to be rather than push back and fight it. He told her that on days he worked on dangerous cases, saying that if he died on the job, it was because it was what was meant to be. Risa didn’t think her dad, or her, ever thought that kind of sentiment would apply to her, lying on the cool metal floor of a vault that would ultimately become her final resting place.

The cool floor felt nice. Risa curled up, resting her cheek on the floor, and all she could focus on was the stark contrast between how hot she felt and how cold the floor was against her warm skin. Her vision began to warp, like she was trapped in a tunnel, looking forward, and despite her mental state (or lack thereof) she was faintly aware of hearing commotion from the other side of the vault door, the metallic creak of it swinging open, of the light in the room changing when the lighting from the hallway flooded in.

Risa’s eyelids fluttered rapidly, and suddenly the idea of sleeping sounded really, really good to her. She jumped as she felt someone pick her up and she heard a voice in her ear as she was rushed out into the hallway. Someone was talking to her, but all she could hear was a warbled noise, like Ms. Othmar from Peanuts when she spoke to the students.

Something changed. All of a sudden, she realized she wasn’t breathing in some noxious gas, but rather clean oxygen. She didn’t feel blinded from the harsh fluorescents in the vault, but rather felt warm from the yellow lighting in the hallway. Risa tried to put her energy into keeping her eyelids open, see who was carrying her, find out where she was, but she was exhausted, and she still felt like she was suffocating.

The person set her on the floor. Risa put more effort into seeing who was holding her, and her brain barely made out blue velvet, just like Colt was wearing. Did he come to save me? Her brain was still muddled, her head still aching, but she became keenly aware of her sweatshirt being tugged on. She realized it was Colt, his hands bunched into her sweatshirt as he buried his face in her chest. And… was he crying?

“Ri,” Colt cried, and in that one word, that was the most emotion she had ever heard the black-haired-boy express before. “I’m so sorry. God, I really fucked up.”

Risa opened her mouth to speak, but she just coughed instead, her throat still feeling like someone had taken a bicycle pump and inflated it close to bursting. Her inhale was more of a wheeze, and her mind was still reeling. Looking up at the ceiling, she looked at all the Renaissance detailing, similar to the paintings painted on the ceilings of cathedrals. Maybe a cathedral where her funeral would be held, if she ended up dying.

The art reminded her of that painting of Icarus falling, and when she first saw it, she thought of Colt. Colt, neglecting to listen to his father and flying too close to the sun, neglecting to listen to his father when he said he was having third, fourth, fifth thoughts. Now, though, Risa was thinking she was Icarus, and her dad was Daedalus. When her dad got mad at her at the kitchen table that one morning, it was because he cared about her safety, and she ignored him.

Now, she had flown too close to the sun. The wax was melting, seeping down into her throat and sealing it shut. She was free-falling, down into the ocean below, and she didn’t know what came next.

Her head was reeling, and the faster she fell, the less she was able to focus mentally on what was happening. Colt was still crying, and the could make out shapes of the Crew rushing over and around her. They were birds, she thought, they were birds and I thought I could fly beside them.

Her chest hurt. God, her chest hurt. And then she hit the surface of the ocean, and the tides swallowed her whole.

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loathed-love · 4 years

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aftermath

AO3: wren_rw Pairing: Colt Kaneko x Reader Warnings: description of injury, language, tw: car crash Words: 2520 Summary: the obligatory “we broke up awhile ago, but you’re still my emergency contact” fic

Notes: started writing this... had a breakdown... bon appetite

“Hey, Vince- did you run the diagnostics on that Nissan?”

A deep voice booms from beneath the hood of a sports car, thick with russian vowels. “On it, Boss. Looks like alternator failure.”

“Oh, great.” Colt hides a smirk behind the rim of his mug, taking a deep swig of coffee. “Have fun with that.”

Vince laughs- a thunderous, mighty sort of sound, and flips his boss the bird.

“You don’t pay us enough to take that lip, sir.” This time, it’s a thin young woman perched on top of the cherry-picker, dark curls piled on top of her head. She’s got the coy sort of demeanor of someone who knows they’re playing with fire.

“I don’t pay you at all, Martinez. You work on commission. You want a raise, go ahead off your ass and get one.”

Laughter and wolf-whistles break out all across the garage, a few hecklers elbowing the woman playfully in the side. She shoves them off, sticking out her tongue in childish defiance.

It’s somewhere around that point that the mechanic wheels himself out from under a new model, pulling a headphone from his ear. “Hey, Boss- sorry to interrupt, but isn’t that your phone?”

Sure enough, the room quiets enough for the ringing to be heard from behind the door to Colt’s office.

The man excuses himself and pulls the door closed behind him, before leaning back against his desk to take the call.

. . .

He’s met with the sound of faded sirens and a woman’s voice, clear and impersonal.

“Is this Colt Kaneko speaking?”

That’s his first premonition that something’s gone wrong. Colt narrows his eyes, rereading the unidentified phone number on his screen before bringing the device back to his ear. “That depends on who’s asking.”

The woman forges on as if she hadn’t heard him, as if she’s speaking from a well-rehearsed script.

“Hello, Mr. Kaneko. I'm calling from the UCLA Medical Center on behalf of Eleanor Wheeler. I’m afraid there’s been an accident...”

Colt’s breath is shot, like he’s just taken a hit to the gut. The sudden roaring in his ears drowns out all coherent thought. Accident. The woman’s still speaking, but her voice is underwater.

Ellie. In an accident. Ellie, who he hasn’t spoken to for months, Ellie, who he hasn’t stopped thinking about since she stormed out of his life, all hell hath no fury.

Just like that, there’s not enough oxygen in all of Los Angeles to fill his lungs. “... Mr. Kaneko? Are you there?”

It’s a miracle when the words finally make their way past the swelling in his throat. “Yeah. How..” Colt can’t make himself form the question, screws his eyes shut against the drumbeat in his skull. “Is she.. ” She’s okay. Tell me she’s okay.

The woman hesitates for a brief, dangerous moment, and Colt can feel himself rocking on a cliff’s edge, a breath from falling hard into cold, dark water.

“She was conscious when she arrived, but you’ll have to get more information on her condition from the-”

The line goes dead before she has the chance to finish her sentence.

“Everything alright, Boss?

Colt doesn’t bother with a helmet as he slings himself over his MT-50R. “Watch the shop. Don’t call until I say so.”

That’s the only explanation that the Mercy Park Crew is offered.

Colt’s bike is roaring past mainstreet the second that the engine kicks to life.

He thunders down the 405, city-lights blurring into vibrant streaks of color. He barely hears the drivers who cuss him out as he swerves through rush-hour traffic, cutting a thirty minute commute into twenty minutes, into fifteen, into ten.

His feet hit the ground before he’s even pulled into a full stop, and the bike connects with the pavement with a sickening crunch.

Colt still feels as if he’s hurtling through space, bracing himself for impact.

He doesn’t lose his momentum until he’s braced against the receptionist’s desk, deaf to the indignant cries of those in line behind him.

The woman must recognize his voice from their phone call, because she doesn’t waste his time. He barely catches wind of the room number before he’s down the hall to emergency care.

111. 112. The roommarkers blur together. Everything is white. The fluorescent lights are nearly blinding. 113. 114. 115. His ears are full of cotton, the only sound in his awareness the thundering of his heart.

Colt finally rounds the corner, and almost misses the door.

116.

The glass pane of the window is cool against his palm. Colt can hardly breathe through the wreckage in his chest.

. . .

Ellie is lying motionless between the starched sheets of her cot, the monitor flashing red in time with every heartbeat. She’s fast asleep, a sight that’s like a memory from another life.

An angel under the white lights, her image is distorted behind the thick pane of glass. She’s never felt farther away.

Then Colt pushes open the door, and it’s just Ellie, his Ellie, in a hospital bed, and everything is suddenly too close.

...

“Fuck.”

The curse falls on deaf ears, Ellie’s chest rising and falling indifferently in her sleep.

Colt somehow holds himself together long enough to make his way across the room. Always falling towards her, helpless to her gravity.

He’s already seated at her bedside by the time he questions if the proximity is a good idea.

Ellie hadn’t asked him here. She just forgot to take his off her emergency contact list.

If it were under different circumstances, if she were conscious- she’d keep as far away from him as possible.

He has no idea how she’ll react to seeing him- and if she still hates his guts as much as she had last time; close proximity probably isn’t the best way to find out.

But her skin is the lightest he’s ever seen, almost white- and the sheets tucked close around her shoulders make her look like a corpse.

Colt has always been taught to trust nothing but his own senses, and the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor just isn’t enough.

Tentatively, as if handling glass, he slips his hand over Ellie’s open palm.

Just to feel the rhythm of her heartbeat against his skin. Just enough to ensure himself that she’s solid, and concrete, and alive.

It was only for a moment, just long enough to calm the racing of his pulse. But then Ellie’s hand just barely tightens around his, and - God. He’s helpless. There’s nothing he could do to stop her.

The minutes bleed into each other, fluid and viscous like honey. Time seems to speed up and slow down, completely resistant to Colt’s effort to keep track of the passing hours. He finds her medical charts locked inside the bedside cupboard, and reads them twice. By the time the morning light starts to filter through the curtains, Colt’s vision is fading

into black.

. . .

He wakes to the faint tapping of a staccato beat against his shoulder.

Colt goes rigid as the night’s events come crashing down on him, replaying over in his head like a film-reel. It takes him a few seconds to register where he is, and he sits up fast, knocking his elbow against the bedframe. “Fuck- Ellie-”

His eyes run over her, searching for some alarming reason that she might have for waking him. He finds nothing of concern- except maybe the fact that she doesn’t look alarmed at all, her eyes soft and golden in the morning light. Colt looks down to find their hands still interlocked.

He looks back up to her face, almost apprehensive, waiting for those brown eyes to go cold- for her to ask him to leave.

The blow never comes. She just tilts her head back, appraising him. “You look tired.”

The sound of her voice sends a wave of relief stuttering through him, so strong that it hurts. He almost laughs with the force of it. “Jesus, Ellie. You’re one to talk.”

The ghost of a smile crosses her face, but her eyes are far away.

Ellie is focused on their hands, fiddling absentmindedly with Colt’s fingers. “They told me you would come.” Her voice is small, as if there were ever reason for doubt, and that’s enough to break Colt open.

“Where else would I be?” His voice is cracked as if he’d been shouting, but he doesn’t care because she has to know. She had to know that he would come.

Ellie starts to respond, she’s interrupted with a coughing fit so harsh that Colt is pressing a glass of water to her mouth before he can fully process the action.

She barely even wets her lips before she’s leaning back against the pillow. “Colt, I have to-”

“Drink.” His tone leaves no room for argument. Ellie rolls her eyes, and it’s all so familiar that it takes Colt a moment to breathe.

Once she’s half-finished the glass, she takes his wrist and guides the glass back to the bedside table.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Tell me later. It can wait.”

It’s selfish, he’s selfish- but whatever Ellie has to say, he’s just not strong enough to hear it yet. Not when it sounds so much like a preface to another goodbye.

There’s a good chance this is the last time he’ll get to see her, and he wants to spend the time he’s got committing every last detail to memory.

His attention can’t help but snag on the bruising beneath her eye, the IV and white bandages strapped across her chest.

“Ellie,” Colt manages, his tone careful, measured. The blood on her lip is seeping into his vision. There’s a familiar creature stirring in his chest, seething in the itching of his fingers, the bitter taste of bloodlust on his tongue. “Who did this to you?”

Ellie must see the stormclouds brewing behind his eyes, because her expression goes stern. “It was just a crash, Colt. It was no one’s fault.”

Her intention is clear. No penance, no revenge. No one pays for this.

The creature rears it’s head in protest, but Colt stifles it down, biting hard against his tongue. “Fine. But if I find out they were fucking around, or drunk-”

“Colt.” Ellie cuts him off like only she can. “Look at me.”

He resists at first, so she resorts to force, bringing her hand up to his chin and pulling him towards her gaze. She speaks slowly, carefully enunciating every word.

“There’s nothing you could have done.”

He can’t help but marvel at how she always cuts to the heart of what he’s really thinking, what he can’t even bring himself to say.

Even when she’s wrong. “I could have been there.”

There’s nothing that she can say to that. Not when he’s the one who cut her out. They sit in silence for a moment, quieted by the burn of wounds that should have closed by now.

Of course she’s the first to take the leap, because she’s always been the bravest of the two of them, the one to look Colt in the eyes and dare him to jump.

“I missed you.”

He jumps in after her- because that’s all he’s ever known, because he’s never had another choice.

“I miss you too.” He almost chokes on the words in his throat. “God, just- always. All the goddamn time.”

He wants to screw his eyes shut- but everytime his vision goes dark, he sees Ellie's car careening over the concrete barrier, smells it’s wreckage smoking on the ground.

“I’m sorry. I.. fuck. I’m sorry.”

Those aren’t words that often fall from Colt Kaneko’s mouth, but when it comes to her- they come all too easily. They haven’t spent a day together that Colt didn’t bite back an apology for everything he’s done.

“When I left, I thought I was protecting you. I thought that I could keep you safe, and now-”

“Stop it.” Mercy’s eyes are bright with tears, and Colt’s always been shocked by how easily they go from honey to solid gold. “Just stop, okay? You can’t protect me from everything, and the harder you try, the further you push me away from you! I can’t take it, Colt!”

He opens his mouth to respond, but she’s just gaining momentum.

“I don’t want to be trapped in a box, fucking cellophane wrapped from the rest of the world! That’s the reason I left my Dad in the first place! I want to live, actually live, and I want to do it with you! I don’t care what happens, I don’t care-”

Her chest is heaving beneath her bandages, the heart monitor beeping faster and faster- too fast, and Colt does the only thing he can think of to bring her down.

Ellie stills against his lips, cool, and chapped, and so soft that Colt wonders if he might need to be hospitalized himself. Her breaths stutter against him, and just as he pulls back- she pulls him in again, fingers winding tight and desperate into his hair.

Tasting her again feels like speaking his mother tongue- foreign and hauntingly familiar at once, something so deeply worked into his being that it could never be forgotten.

“It’s okay,” he swears, wishing he could pass the assurance through their mouths. “You’re okay.”

It’s just as much a comfort to him as it is to her- the knowledge that she’s here, warm with the flutter of a fragile heart, safe and living beneath his hands.

He holds her knuckles to his lips, wishing desperately that he could breathe in all that hurt, all those months of isolation out from between her fingers.

“I’m here now. I’ve got you, El. I swear I’ve got you.”

And maybe that’s enough.

Ellie’s still holding unto him like she’s afraid he’s going to disappear, and that’s certainly enough to harden his resolve.

He’s an idiot for ever leaving her, for ever doubting that the one who knows what’s best for her is anyone but herself.

But he’s not making that mistake twice. They can’t waste a day- not a second, without each other, because life is a fucking coin toss and there’s no knowing what’s coming next.

Colt’s prepared to handcuff himself to this bed if the paramedics ever make the mistake of trying to pull him away from her.

He knows where he belongs- right by Ellie’s side, and nothing is ever going to pull him from her grasp again.

#Colt Kaneko #Colt x mc #rod colt #colt kaneko fic #rod mc #ellie wheeler #Colt #rod fic #rod #ride or die #choices fic #choices

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mortemersgf · 2 years

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heartbreakers pt. 2

feat. colt kaneko, hazel nguyen, mal volari, nia ellarious, adrian raines, and f!sam dalton x gender neutral!reader.

summary: why things didn’t work out with these LIs.

part one: gabe, edward, tyril, raleigh, mona, & jax

warning: suggestive content

@choicesficwriterscreations

a/n: don’t take this srsly i was just vomiting words !!

COLT KANEKO: colt (whether he meant it or not, you truly don’t even remember) had said that he would forget his own name before he forgets you. right now, as you gaze across the dimly lit club, features alight with emotion as you see him, you fiercely hope that indeed, he has forgotten his own name. four years have gone by, and your reunion wasn’t supposed to be like this, surrounded by sweaty bodies and thrumming music. you feel gross. does he feel the same? you don’t know. he seems fine. he seems like he’s enjoying it—smiling as he kisses another person, hands dropping to their waist to pull them flush against his body.

HAZEL NGUYEN: you don’t become anything more with hazel other than a good lay. it’s unfortunate, but the same argument stands: she simply isn’t looking for a relationship. that’s fine. you don’t care. as long as you can press her body into the sheets, pepper her skin with kisses and bruises, and take her out to dinner afterwards, it’s fine. it’s not fine when you amble up to her hotel room and hear a thud against the door followed by breathy whispers and sounds of zippers being unzipped. there are others, you know that. hazel tells you. still, it hurts. you toss the bouquet of flowers into a trash can and trudge back to the elevator.

MAL VOLARI: mal, the magnificent. mal, the great adventurer. throughout his life, mal volari has earned many nicknames for his courageous spirit and his adventurous nature. one name that is only reserved for you to call is mine. mal is yours. he loves you and you love him. you love him so dearly you’re unsure how to tell him to stop trekking to remote caverns or mountains to retrieve ancient artifacts. it worries you, but that’s his passion, and you hate to be the person to tell him to stop doing the thing he loves for you. one morning, he kisses your forehead. still bleary from sleep, your grumble a halfhearted farewell in response. he promises to come back. the door closes. that had been months ago. where is he? he’ll come back soon, won’t he?

NIA ELLARIOUS: it’s not subtle. the way your eyes flit to tyril every time his back is turned to you. nia sees it. the warmth and affection in your gaze, the upwards curve of your lips when he speaks to you. a foreign feeling bubbles within her, one that feels unpleasant to say the least. jealousy is what it is, nia realizes, when she watches the two of you huddle together. she can only hope, that one day, you would turn your head in her direction and look at her with even just one ounce of something other than friendship.

ADRIAN RAINES: adrian said, with utmost earnesty, that he loves you so much it hurts. he was right. all you see in those warm eyes of his is pain. and something more. hatred, is it? your lover has come to hate you, it appears. but why? you simply don’t understand. you have everything and more at your fingertips, but adrian doesn’t seem to appreciate that. is he jealous that you’ve surpassed him in assets? is it because you now want something other than him, something more. more to conquer, more… power.

F!SAM DALTON: your phone is ringing again. no doubt, it’s another call from sam. you let it go to voicemail and turn over in your bed, wishing the incessant buzzing would cease. now that the whole world knows of your affair with sam, you only wish you hadn’t gotten lost in the lust of it all. you wish you hadn’t kissed her. you wish you hadn’t succumbed to your desires. you knew better. why did you let yourself feel something for her? did you really think this whole thing wouldn’t blow up in your face? as shitty as it is having strangers on the internet comment on your character and life choices, it has been wake up call to leave new york, leave sam dalton.

#choices #choices stories you play #blades of light and shadow #nia ellarious #mal volari #bloodbound #adrian raines #sam dalton #the elementalists #hot couture #the nanny affair #hazel nguyen #choices rod #colt kaneko #playchoices #choices fic writers creations #fics of the week #pixelberry

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zigtheeortega · 3 years

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come back to me

pairing | colt x mc

word count | 5.3k

warnings | blood, guns, bullets, wounds, and a mention of death. there’s a section of the fic where mc gets shot when a job goes awry – it’s used in a hurt/comfort scenario, but be warned that it’s in there! lmk if i need to use any other tags!

tags | @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @senatorraines, @jaxmatsuo, @rodappreciationweek

author’s note | i’ve never written a colt fic before, so i wanted to take a crack at a slowburn colt au – this fic takes place over the span of about ten-ish years (fifteen-ish total since the events of book one). i’m not the biggest colt expert so i hope i did him justice!

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“If you ever ask me to do this much ass kissing again, I’m divorcing you.”

Colt flung himself onto the bed, still fully clothed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Oh, stop being dramatic,” Raquel laughed, reaching back to unzip herself, the soft fabric of her sundress sliding down her body and onto the floor.

He hummed from his place on the bed, neck craning to watch her as she changed into her pajamas.

“Stop distracting me from being annoyed,” he grumbled, letting his head fall back, his gaze trained on the ceiling.

“Are you actually mad at me or are you just complaining to hear yourself talk?” She asked, but before he could respond she’d climbed on top of him, wrapping him in a koala hug, nestling her head under his chin.

Naturally, he hugged her back, his arms snaking around her waist.

He shrugged. “I’m not mad at you.”

She giggled into his chest, sending tremors up his body, the warmest kind. “You’re the most stubborn man I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why you married me,” he kissed the top of her head. “You’re too good for me.”

Raquel pushed herself up till they were nose to nose, giving him a pointed look. “I haven’t been too good for anyone since we were kids.” She pressed a quick kiss on his lips, intending to pull away, but he gripped her chin before she could, kissing her deeply.

He’d never get tired of that… and he’d never get tired of her.

For the longest time, he thought it was too far-fetched to expect he’d find someone willing to stick around through all of his bullshit, much less someone who’d legally binded herself to him.

He was still in awe with how it played out.

He’d returned to Los Angeles dangerously too soon after their run in with The Brotherhood. Incidentally enough, he was laying low on high alert for so long… but nothing came of it.

Maybe they’d been arrested, maybe they’d gotten justice, or maybe they just moved on to terrorize another city. He’d always assumed it was the latter.

Rebuilding his father’s autoshop was painful, no matter how deep he tried to shove those feelings down.

Colt’s vision for his father’s crumbling empire wasn’t one that came into focus for him for years.

Five years after The Brotherhood incident, all he had to show for it was a struggling auto shop with a few criminal employees who barely knew how to hotwire a car.

It seemed like there were no hills in sight, only cavernous valleys.

Five years after The Brotherhood incident, the death of his father, and the end of the Mercy Park Crew, she came into focus.

Raquel stepped into the garage, heels clacking against the dirty concrete, her gait determined.

He watched her from his tiny office, peering through the blinds as she glided confidently across the auto shop and up to his door.

She rapped her knuckles against it a few times, a little too heavy handedly.

There’s no way she’s really here, he thought, shaking his head. No fucking way.

He debated whether or not to let her in – the last time a Kaneko opened their doors to her, they nearly ruined her life.

He twisted the knob and yanked it open anyways, an insult bubbling up his throat. After all these years, he figured he’d be relieved to see her, but the tiny sliver of relief was easily overshadowed by his knee jerk reaction of annoyance and shock.

There was a small part of him that was excited, but not enough to warrant being nice to her.

When he came face to face with her for the first time, she spoke first. “Hi, Mr. Kaneko. I’d like to apply for a bookkeeping job.”

He blinked when she shoved a thick manila folder in his hands. “I think my qualifications speak for themselves.”

He thumbs the edges of the papers, flipping through her resume and the thick Master’s thesis. She’s too fucking smart to be back here.

Before anyone in the shop could see, he tugged her arm till she was inside, all but slamming the door behind her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

She ripped her arm from his grasp, brows furrowed. “I’m here to work.”

“Don’t you get how dangerous it is for you to be here or are you just stupid?” He all but spat, slapping the folder onto his desk.

“If I’m stupid that makes you just as much of an idiot as me,” she countered, crossing her arms firmly. “I know the risks.”

“You can’t be dumb enough to think I’d take that risk, though,” he rolled his eyes, plopping into the chair at his desk.

She laughed – actually laughed – at him, covering her mouth. “Forgive me for that.”

He cocked a brow at her, waiting for her to continue.

“I went to school with pretentious male academics for five years, Colt. Whatever you’re gonna say to me has already been said, and it won’t hurt my feelings.”

He leans forward, flipping to her resume, tearing it off the top. “Let’s see, here. Langston college, yeah, I remember that. Graduated with honors? Predictable to do that three times in a row, don’t you think?”

She laughed again. “That’s a new one. I’ll have to log that under my favorite insults.”

“Well, I have loads. You’re giving me lots of material, Miss Olvera,” he mocked her, going back to skimming her resume.

Truthfully, he was trying to scare her away by being mean, and it wasn’t working. He didn’t want to dig too deep, though, because he wasn’t that evil.

He liked the girl – hell, if he didn’t like her, would he be bending over backwards to make her hate him purely for her safety?

“I can’t pay you well. I’m still rebuilding, and we’re barely breaking even. We’ve been sticking to straight work till I can manage to rebuild our reputation and relationships with buyers.”

She nodded. “I completely understand, and I don’t mind.”

“What, are you gonna ask me for a place to stay next?” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

He was lying if he didn’t feel a little something stir in his stomach at the possibility of her staying in his apartment above the shop.

“No, I’m alright.”

“You came back to L.A. and you immediately have a place to stay? You’re lying.”

Her lips pressed into a firm line, she shook her head. “I’m back at my dad’s house.”

“What? There’s no fucking way I’m letting you work here if you’re living with a cop –”

“He passed away last year,” she chewed her lip, trying to keep her face neutral. “He had a heart attack in the middle of the night. Couldn’t get to the phone in time.

“Thankfully, he had a will set in place soon after mom died,” she shrugged. “I got the house, so I’m good.”

His fists clenched at his side. He’d already taken it too far without even meaning to.

“Sorry to hear that.”

She scoffed, a single forced laugh bursting from her lips. “You don’t have to respect him in front of me to save face or whatever. Your feelings about my dad don’t affect me.”

He nodded once, and the room descended into silence. He took the time to actually read her resume that time around, finding himself genuinely impressed with what she’d accomplished.

What he wanted to ask was “Why the fuck did you come back here?” but instead, what came out was, “You’re sure you can handle this?”

“I’m sure.”

She said those words with such conviction that he never had to ask again.

Raquel cuddled up to him, her breathing evening out. He hadn’t realized they’d gone that long without speaking.

He didn’t mind it though. He didn’t care as long as she was with him.

She stirred in her sleep, nearly rolling off of him, so he took that as his cue to tuck her in.

When she was settled under the covers, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and stepped out onto the deck.

The beach house they’d rented was a hundred feet from the shore, the waves grating against the sand creating the perfect white noise.

Perfect for sleeping, he mused, thinking about how quickly Raquel fell asleep in his arms, watching the water crash and retreat, push and pull over and over.

That same back and forth was what eventually brought him and Raquel together. They butted heads constantly, but had the same view on lots of decisions. They’d finish each other’s sentences and the crew would give each other knowing looks that he ignored.

A year in, she finally broke down. Not purposefully, and certainly not with the intent of him finding her curled into a sobbing mess outside of the garage.

“Hey what the hell, Raquel? It’s dangerous out here,” he called as he jogged up to her crumpled form.

He didn’t notice she was crying until he’d crouched down to check the injuries he thought she’d have.

She shielded her face with one hand and used the other to wave him away. “Just go.”

“I’m not leaving until you’re safe.”

It wasn’t even meant to be romantic. He’d do it for the rest of his crew since they’d grown so close.

There wasn’t a possibility of anything happening between them, or so he thought at the time. And what she admitted to him that night sealed their fate for years.

He’d managed to help her inside to his office, pulling back his worn office chair for her to collapse into.

A short “You okay?” Was all he could manage. He was new to this wellness check stuff and it didn’t come naturally to him.

But he knew as a leader, he had to do a lot more than just telling people what to do. Even if they split without a word in a week’s time, they were still a working machine that needed a little elbow grease every once in a while.

Even in the dim lamp light he could tell her eyes were red rimmed.

“I don’t think you want to hear my explanation as to why I’m not,” she laughed humorlessly, using the sleeve of her shirt to scrub the streak of makeup under her eye.

“I’m not good at this comforting shit, but I’ve got ears and I’ve gotten pretty good at using them,” he joked, sliding into the rickety folding chair in front of the desk.

She shrugged, flinging her hands up. “You’re gonna make fun of me –”

“– I won’t –”

“– You will, Colt. I know you and you’re gonna scoff the minute I take a breath.”

He couldn’t hold back the small smile at that.

“Well, yeah, but you don’t have to take it to heart.”

She sniffled, laughing. “You’re hard to ignore.”

“So are you, hard ass. Tell me what’s wrong.”

The sigh that came from her was labored, struggled, like she was about to drop heavy weights onto the floor of the office.

“Today’s the one year anniversary since I started working for you.”

He cocked a brow. “That’s it?”

“If you’d just let me explain then you’d know,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re already sucking at being a good listener.”

He held his hands up in surrender, leaning back into his chair. “Sorry.”

“My whole game plan was to figure out how to make myself useful. It’s why I got my Masters in accounting in the first place. I wanted to have my solid place in the crew, you know? Like I earned my spot.”

He nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“I just had this stupid fairytale idea in my head about coming back to L.A. and none of that’s come true.”

“Well, what was it? Anything I can do?” He asked.

Raquel sank her teeth into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. She shook her head in response, taking a few deep breaths till she could finish.

“I wanted our old crew back. I… thought Logan would be back here by now, or looking for me at the very least,” she rubbed her temples, closing her eyes. “I waited five years to come back here and I’ve barely lasted one year in L.A. without him.”

He couldn’t help but flex his hand in and out of a fist a couple times as she spoke.

Yeah, it was true he didn’t care for Logan that much, but she liked him. Loved him, even.

If she was this dedicated to him six years later and he still hadn’t tried finding her, he didn’t deserve her.

“So it’s about Logan?” He asked with zero judgement, and she could tell.

She nodded, sniffling again. “Maybe I’ve just deluded myself into thinking we meant more to each other, but I’m still in love with him and I don’t know when that’s going to end for me.”

He didn’t know what to say, so he did what he thought was best.

He stood up, taking a couple steps till he was close enough to lay his palm on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb gently across the fabric.

She laid her hand on his thumb, holding it in place, as the sobs shook her body.

After that, he tried his hardest to keep her from crying. Which entailed leaving Logan’s name out of things.

Colt abandoned his shirt and shoes at the back door and hopped off the deck, landing softly on the sand. He took his time walking towards the water, gaze transfixed on the moon, which was at its peak in the sky.

He always thought the fact that the sea and moon were interlinked was kind of peculiar. The moon, thousands and thousands and thousands of miles away, had just enough power to pull the waves in the right direction.

He thought of Raquel like his moon far too often. The minute he was in her gravitational pull, he found himself wanting to follow her – to let her take the reins – and that was rare.

The first time he knew it was the beginning of the end with her was when a job went south.

Three years after she broke down about wanting the old crew back, they got a taste of the old violence.

One of their crew members, Isaac, had said for weeks that he had a weird gut feeling about that job in particular. Colt waved him off, reminding him that he’d value proof over superstition anyday.

In short, they were ambushed – nothing out of the ordinary in terms of their day to day risk.

What Colt wasn’t expecting, however, was for Raquel to be the one who got hurt.

They were cornered by the masked group, and before their crewmember Aly could grab her gun and shoot, one of them fired, the cracking sound of the gunshot echoing off the concrete flooring of the rundown parking garage.

Raquel’s pained groan followed immediately after.

Colt’s heart stopped when he saw the fabric of her jeans turning a deep deep maroon, the blood spreading faster than he could process what’d happened.

Her eyes fluttered and she stumbled to her knees, crying out as she knelt, bending her legs, one of which had been freshly torn through with a bullet.

“Don’t let them get away –” he shouted, flinging his arm in the direction of the fleeing criminals. He knelt down to scoop Raquel’s crumpled form into his arms. “Isaac, stay here.”

Isaac froze, nodding. “Anything you need, boss.”

“Drop me off at the shop so I can patch her up. I have to stop the bleeding.”

Colt’s voice was calm and even, but inside he was at his breaking point. He sat in the backseat of the car with Raquel strewn across his lap, the color draining from her face with each passing minute.

His palm was firmly pressed against her calf to halt the bleeding. He was thankful that the adrenaline was numbing the pain till they could make it to the shop.

She’d wince every time he adjusted his slippery grip, instinctively turning her head into the crook of his neck. That didn’t cross his mind till much later.

When she attempted talking once or twice, he furiously shushed her each time. “Save your energy. You’ll need it.”

When Isaac skidded to a stop in the garage, Colt tossed his keys Isaac’s way. “Take my car and get out of the city for a few days. Lay low. I’ll clean this one up and it’ll be good as new when you come back.”

Isaac nodded, brows furrowed. “I should’ve… I knew it was gonna go south but I should’ve tried to convince you again –”

Colt held up a hand. “You were right, and I should’ve trusted your gut instinct, and I will from now on. This is solely on me. Don’t blame yourself.”

He nodded, hopping out of the car, sliding into Colt’s convertible, and disappearing into the night.

He’d managed to get Raquel into the apartment and onto the worn leather couch in the office – she was pale and clammy, flitting in and out of being fully aware of what was going on.

“Colt… I can clean up my leg, just… just give me a second to catch my breath,” she said, her eyes drooping closed.

“Absolutely not. Give me a second. I’m trying to find the goddamn gauze but I don’t see it anywhere –”

He was glad his back was turned, because he was shaking in terror and rage in a way he hadn’t in a long time.

The first aid kit clattered out of his hands and onto the desk, and he cursed, gripping the side of the desk till his knuckles were bright white and screaming at him to let go.

“Colt…” she whispered. “I’ll be fine. I’m just hurting.”

He dragged a chair to her side, propping her ankle up against his knee before getting to work cutting a thin line up the outer seam of her jeans. The blood trickled onto his own leg, saturating the denim of his pant leg immediately.

“Are you gonna ignore me the whole time you work on my leg?” She joked, wincing. “Fuck –”

The scissors were close to the wound, and he tried his best to stretch it away from it before cutting further.

“Sorry,” he murmured, grabbing two rags and dousing it in hydrogen peroxide. He rolled up the second one, handing it to Raquel.

She sighed shakily before stuffing it into her mouth, digging her fingers into the cracked leather of the couch.

She nodded once, giving him the sign to get it over with.

The second the damp rag touched her bloodied skin, she panted through her nose, eyes screwed shut.

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” He grunted, grimacing as her thigh bucked against his hand, despite him trying to hold her in place.

When he touched the wound, she screamed, devolving into choked, muffled sobs.

He’d made a vow to make sure she never cried over Logan again, and instead he’d broken his promise by putting her in direct danger over and over and over again.

There was no reason for her to accompany them on jobs – she knew the risk, and didn’t care, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t stop her from coming.

No matter how hard he tried, he was always the reason she was getting hurt.

“This is all my fault,” he said, when he’d finished cleaning her wound. “I should’ve never let you come along to our trades.”

She scrubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, a couple stray tears still glistening across her temples. “I wanted to be a part of this. Like you said to Isaac, you can’t blame yourself for this.”

“I don’t care what you say, alright? It was my fucking fault and you should’ve never been a part of this life.”

“Colt.”

He glanced up, barely able to meet her gaze.

“Whether you want to admit it or not, I’ve been a part of this life for nearly ten years now. I’m almost thirty. You’re closer to thirty than me. I know what I’ve gotten myself into, and I’m sticking by you regardless of the risk on my life.”

She slipped a clammy hand over his, which still held her thigh firmly in place. “If I lose my life on a job, I don’t regret it at all. I’d never regret meeting you.”

She took a labored breath, laying back against the armrest. “That took a lot out of me.”

Colt shook his head. “Stop talking. You need your energy.”

Raquel rolled her eyes. “I try being nice to you and you ignore it every time.”

“I just don’t know what the fuck to say to that. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that, huh?” He asked incredulously.

She blinked, her eyes narrowing. “I just got fucking shot, and you’re cursing at me while asking me to be your therapist? Am I hearing that right?”

He picked up his bloodied hands from her leg and threw them up in the air. “I have a lot going on in my head right now, and I’m not trying to fight you or get you to be my fuckin’ therapist, alright? I’m just confused.” He was barely below a shout, his chest heaving when he was done.

“I can’t read your mind, Colt. I’m kind of delirious with blood loss right now, so the least you can do is not yell at me and ask me politely to slate this conversation for later,” she said firmly, wincing while she shifted on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he panted, shrugging his stained black thermal off. He tossed it to the side, revealing his equally as bloodied white tee.

He slipped that shirt off, too, tearing the shirt into long strips.

Raquel watched him, her brown eyed gaze one of both confusion and something more he couldn’t place and didn’t care to think about.

Wordlessly, he plopped back down, tying the shredded strips above the wound on her calf, fingertips grazing her skin as delicately as he could manage.

He let his hands linger for a bit too long, staring at the open wound on her leg.

Daring a look her way, Colt caught her watching him with a soft gaze, one that he hadn’t earned.

“You’re not mad at me for being there tonight… you’re mad at yourself for not protecting me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded once.

“You’re hoping that this makes me want to leave, because you won’t ask me yourself. You don’t want me to leave.”

He nodded again, glancing away from her.

After a long silence and avoidance of turning her way, she spoke first.

“You’re worried I don’t feel the same.”

He froze, dropping his hands from her leg. She was right, but if he admitted to it and she still didn’t feel the same, then what was he risking all this shit for?

Why was he still clinging onto the hope that she’d feel the same if nine years of pining was seconds away from being thrown out the window?

Mustering up his remaining courage, he nodded one last time.

And when he looked at her that time, she was beaming. Through the excruciating pain, she was smiling.

He broke first, scooting to the edge of his chair to get as close as he could. “What?”

“It’s funny that you were worried we weren’t on the same page. I think we might’ve been for a long time,” she laughed, hoarse and weak, but it was still her laugh that he loved so much.

“What do you mean?”

And then she said the words that he’d desperately needed to hear for nearly a decade.

“I came for Logan but I stayed for you.”

Once Raquel admitted that to him, he was all in. Completely committed, never faltering.

Their first kiss was anything but, the sensation one of nine years of pent up feelings from Colt’s end, and years of her own. Their first kiss was more of a sealant of their future (and their fate).

Their first kiss was everything Colt had dreamed of.

He kissed her like she was air and he was drowning and she was filling his lungs to the brim, her warmth spreading from his insides out.

She didn’t pull away after the first one, and neither did he.

For who knew how long, he was on his knees next to the bloodied couch, cupping her face with his palms, and kissing her like he had a decade of missed opportunities to make up for.

After that, they were inseparable.

And he never doubted her devotion to him again.

They fell into a routine of working at the shop together during the day and into the late hours of the night after everyone had left, before stumbling upstairs into Colt’s apartment, lips locked, hands roaming.

And she drove him to every job from then on, easily evading cops and maneuvering the underbelly of L.A. like it was second nature.

Colt waded into the warm water, barely feeling it as it lapped at his ankles, calves, thighs.

When he was waist deep, he opted to float on his back, using the opportunity to revel in the star littered sky. One he didn’t get to see too often in the heavily light polluted sky of Los Angeles. Was this really the same sky he’d lived under all these years?

He didn’t really plan on marrying Raquel.

It was never in the sleazy way where he was going to leave her the second he got what he wanted – he was content being with her. Living with her. Kissing her. Loving her.

But he didn’t think he needed to go through the motions because that’s supposedly what people in love did. He figured it was enough to spend his life with her without doing all the extra shit.

She brought it up first, nearly four years later.

At that point, he moved into her father’s house with her – they’d crash in Colt’s old apartment above the shop if they were too tired to drive home.

They were curled up on the old futon in his room, huddling under the blankets, and she was curled against his side, drawing circles through his short tuft of chest hair.

“We should get married.”

“Hmm?” He asked, in a haze, nearly drifting off to sleep before she’d spoken.

“You heard me.”

“You really wanna?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve always wanted to get married, even when I was a little girl.”

He kissed the top of her head, squeezing her closer.

“You’ve always been a daydreamer then,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I used to dig up my old Easter dresses and strut into the living room asking my Dad to walk me down the aisle.”

“And did he?”

She laughed, lifting her head to get a good look at him. “Yep. Walked me right down the hallway and back to my room to change me out of my clothes.”

Her face fell a bit despite the fond memory. “I think I care more about it now because I know my parents won’t be there. It feels like if I don’t get married, I’m breaking a promise, as dumb as that sounds.”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t sound dumb at all, sweetheart. I don’t care what we do as long as it makes you happy.”

She smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

Wrapping her up in a hug, he kisses her back with fervor, echoing her sentiment in the form of mumbling against her lips. I love you.

Roughly a year later, they opted for a quick courthouse wedding and a honeymoon that consisted of staying in bed all day and ordering food to build back the calories they’d burned.

Around that time, Raquel reconnected with some of her only living relatives on her Dad’s side. She’d gotten close to a few of her distant cousins, and they convinced her to have a small ceremony for their family in Belize.

And fifteen years after he’d met Raquel, on the cusp of spring and summer, he married her again in front of an intimate crowd and kissed her like it was their first time.

He’d complained about having to ass kiss her judgemental old relatives, but he didn’t really mind. Seeing her in a white dress, beaming like it was the best day of her life, was enough to make any issue nothing but a minor annoyance.

“Hey!”

Colt swirled his arms in the water till he was upright again, grinning when he noticed the bright red lines on her face – she’d clearly just woken up.

“Hey, sweetheart. You sleep okay?”

“Come back to bed,” she asked, pointing at the back door of their beach house.

He tipped his chin at her. “You come out here.”

She rolled her eyes, before tearing off her nightgown, running towards the water at full speed, no hesitation.

He caught her in his arms, letting her wrap her legs comfortably around his waist while he waded out to deeper waters.

“Ugh. I was having a good dream, too, until I realized the bed was empty,” she grumbled, looping her arms tighter around his neck.

“Sorry about that. I promise next time I’ll wake you up before I head out.”

She nodded, content with his answer.

They were both chest deep in the water, faces close, the soft rays from the moon the only light they had.

“Why’d you bring me out here, Colt?” She murmured, eyes flitting to his lips, which were upturned in a soft smile.

“I was just thinking. This spring makes fifteen years since I met you.”

She hugged him, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “And only, like, six years since we came to our senses.”

He laughed heartily, squeezing her tighter around the waist. “You’re right.”

“Remember when we jumped off the cliff together?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course. It was the first time I ever felt a spark with you,” she grinned. “Took a long time for it to turn into a flame, though.”

“That was the first time I knew I loved you,” he admitted. “I wanted to kiss you so badly and I kicked myself in the ass for years for not trying –”

She cut him off with a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth almost as soon as his mouth moved in tandem with hers. It was the sloppy, unplanned kiss he’d envisioned for that day.

“I think everything worked out for the better. I’m not sure we were ready for each other back then,” she said honestly, her forehead pressed against his.

“We needed to grow a little bit before falling in love, huh? You’re so smart,” he said, voice low, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Yeah, and now we’ve got the rest of our lives.”

She was right (like she always was), and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his chest like he’d felt many times before.

He’d waited that damn long for her, so he was going to savor the rest of their life together as much as he could.

#playchoices #choices rod #rodaw #rodtimecapsule #colt kaneko #colt kaneko x mc #jade writes choices fics #cw: injury #cw: guns #cw: blood #tw wounds #tw injury

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ohsnapitzlovehacker · 3 years

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Long Live the Queen - Colt x MC

Author/Reader’s note: I usually write Izzy as the studious, stubborn girl who grows to love Colt against her will but it’s just... not enough to make her ever stray from the path she has for herself. I’d never entertained the idea of her running away with Colt. Until now. SKJFJF ENJOY!!

(This was originally meant for Colt’s day, but I actually think it’s a better fit for MC’s!)

Summary: If Izabel Parker had attended college, she’d have a degree by now. Funny how things change.

Word Count: 1600+

tag list: it’s been too long and looking at old tag lists confused me?? I’m sorry y’all

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The music is so loud it pulses, and Izzy feels the beat everywhere in her body. She’s attended too many sideshows to count now, either on business or for the sheer hell of it, and she can’t help biting back the grin that spreads across her face each time. There’s an energy that thrums when people of all walks of life get together in L.A. and Izzy is addicted to the feeling. It’s a bit like returning home. She almost appears to be the innocent girl of a few years ago; the one who’s biggest problem was butting heads with her detective father for independence and certainly didn’t sport a tattoo denoting her allegiance to the Mercy Park Crew. But she didn’t need inked skin to prove a thing.

Colt made good on his word and slowly rebuilt from the ground up, the autobody shop only a portion of the changes that had taken place. Word soon spread that the MPC was functional again and new leadership had taken the helm, and Izzy was by his side through it all. Turning her back on family and friends had been the hardest part, but she argued that they’d be fine without her and they wouldn’t truly understand. Life would go on, just like it had when her mother passed.

A part of her would always belong to Colt, and with a heavy heart, Izzy began the next part of her own life, more terrified with how weightless she felt over any fear of straying from her original plans. She became a powerhouse in her own right who didn’t take shit and had even less patience for those who did. The others deferred to her leadership, and the power was dizzying. Izzy used to think she was playing pretend until one day the division between past-her and present-her was no longer distinguishable. Physically, she wasn’t very intimating and she knew it, but those who’d underestimated her had learned too late what a mistake that was. Those who hadn’t learned unfortunately never received a second chance to do so. Her cold, ruthless way had earned her respect as well as a few enemies, and while Izzy had made her bed with criminals, she couldn’t bring herself to regret any of it. She’d laughed at Colt’s insinuation that they could rule the streets like royalty, but here they were years later doing exactly that. She’d never been more in her element.

“Whatchu doing out here all alone, Lil Mama?” Izzy’s attention turns from the drag race she was partly invested in to the heavily pierced man with skin so smooth she aches to run her fingers along it, and candy yellow shoes that cost twice as much as the 2018 Verge Paladin she’s spent the past week fixing up to be resold to a special buyer with deep pockets. The sparkle dims a bit in her eyes as she sizes the stranger up, shifting into her steeled persona with ease. She’s always on but she finds that some people tend to be distracted by a pretty face against their best intentions. She has no qualms about taking advantage of it.

“And what makes you think I’m alone?” Izzy bites berry colored lips, her tone suggesting she could be flirting back, but she’s pleased that this interaction only confirms that many people outside of the crew don’t truly know who she is. Her body’s on display tonight but it’s not for the consumption of the men or the women who take second and third glances at her braided updo paired with her plunging neckline and body-tight jeans. She doesn’t always dress up, but when she does she can’t help when it becomes a production. It’s a breather from being covered in grease and smelling like exhaust fuel. The stranger takes that as an invitation to step closer, but Izzy doesn’t do anything to close the distance. Instead, she gives him an amused smile, anticipating his next move. He grins back, all white teeth and a dimple in his left cheek that plays down the metal in his ears and face. He could at least pretend not to be so eager.

“I didn’t see you come in with anybody...” Izzy laughs, full and bright, noting that he doesn’t look offended. His confidence will be his downfall. She tucks a loose curl behind her ear, remembering the magnetic pull of a friend she hasn’t seen in years. She channels Mona and it works like a charm every time. Izzy pulls back her wandering thoughts before she forgets where she is, hoping her expression didn’t change.

“So... you’ve been watching me?”

“Can’t help but notice you.” Izzy shakes her head, laughing a second time, and the young man’s responding smile is smug, like he holds all the cards. He puts even less space between them, so sure of himself that Izzy almost feels bad for him. Almost. She presses her lips together before looking into his eyes with a solemnness that snuffs out any heat between them. “As long as you’re just noticing, then I guess that’s alright.” There’s a warning laced in her words, but like many pushy assholes who refuse to read between the lines, it goes unheeded. “But where’s the fun in that?” His eyes have dropped to her breasts and Izzy swallows back a sigh.

There’s movement behind her and she knows who it is without turning around, even if he didn’t speak and stood as stoic and intimidating as his late father. But Colt’s smart mouth won’t pick silence where sarcasm and carefully spoken barbs are his weapons of choice. Colt slides an arm around Izzy’s waist, slowly pulling her into his side, and when Izzy turns to take in his expression, she catches the fire in his eyes. The blood drains from the stranger’s face as he puts the pieces together. Colt smiles, but it’s the dangerous kind, and the exact one that sets off a twin flame in Izzy. She’s annoyed that she’s turned on right now, especially when she’s annoyed he’s unnecessarily stepped in. “Aww, Collins, didn’t anyone tell you I’ve never been a fan of sharing?” Izzy hides her shock behind a placid smile, trying to recall why the name sounds so familiar. People lie about identities all the time, especially when dealing with the crew, but sometimes names stick out in her memory. She brushes the thought aside to turn over later.

“I didn’t...I thought...we were just...” Collins stutters, taking in Colt and Izzy’s closeness, the processive arm the MPC leader has around who he didn’t recognize as “The Queen”. There’s true fear in Collin’s voice and stance as he trips over words in half uttered apologies. Colt doesn’t have the patience to watch him grovel and guides Izzy away. She doesn’t miss the way his hand slides lower, caressing her ass, and Izzy scoffs at his antics. He only smirks in response, reminding her of her fury. “Don’t think I’ve seen this shirt before, Izz.” It’s a worthy distraction from her irritation but not enough to skip straight to forgiveness. Colt knows her too well, pulling Izzy into an all-consuming kiss that leaves no room for discussion and barely any air to breathe. Izzy finds herself leaning into it before she remembers herself. In retaliation she sucks Colt’s bottom lip between her teeth and bites down hard enough without bruising. She goes to pull back but Colt holds her close, a challenge in his dark eyes. “Don’t start shit you can’t finish, Izzy.” His voice is measured, but Izzy knows the things he’d do if they weren’t in public, and that his composure is nothing but a thin veil that could easily tear.

“Oh, I always finish what I start. And I didn’t think you’d be coming tonight,” Izzy pulls away, crossing her arms with a pointed look at Colt. He laughs at this, and her belly flips at the soft look it suddenly morphs into. Their only weakness is their love, but no one’s been stupid enough to use it against them. Colt eagerly awaits the day someone attempts to, however. “Had an unplanned run in with the LAPD. Cut the fun short.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but Izzy knows him well enough from the way his jaw tightens that someone screwed up big time. He’ll elaborate later when it’s just the two of them, but Izzy thinks of the girl they just brought on a few weeks ago and knows that Colt isn’t big on second chances. Izzy cups the side of his face, lightly tracing his lips with her thumb. “Well. The night’s still young here,” she smiles, a bit of the hard edge falling away to reveal the woman Colt fell for all those years ago. It prompts him to kiss her once more, just a bit longer than the last time.

“I don’t know if I’m in the mood to watch people stare at your ass,” he muses, but Izzy isn’t surprised by his poor attempts to hide his jealousy. Some things never change. “And I wasn’t in the mood to watch you play savior when I clearly had it handled.” She arches an eyebrow at him, and Colt has the grace to hold his tongue, hands up in acquiescence. She rolls her eyes. “What? Nothing to say?” Colt lowers his hands, placing one on each of her arms and Izzy fights back the shiver traveling down her spine. she wants to yank his hands away, but she also wants to pull him close. She settles for a stern look, waiting him out.

“What’s there to say? You call the shots, Izzy. Well...unless you change your mind. And in that case…” Colt’s hands slide down to her waist and Izzy can feel the heat through her jeans as easily as if she were naked. Her heartbeat quickens in time to her racing thoughts and she knows Colt has her cornered. Lord knows how tempted she is to go back to their shared apartment and show just how willing she is to reverse the roles and be at Colt’s mercy. But this is her night off, damnit. She pecks his lips once, hard, then slips from his embrace, making her intentions clear. “We’ll return to this conversation later.” She holds out her hand, and Colt scoffs but takes it without hesitation. “Is that a promise?” Izzy’s only response is a grin before she tugs him along, back into the fray.

#playchoices fanfiction #colt kaneko #choices rod #colt x mc #choices ride or die #my mc: izzy parker #rodaw #rodaw 2021 #art is coming y'all!!! but first here's the fic 🤪

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mynotsohealthyobsession · 3 years

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Fic 1

Logan x MC

"Ellie… Ellie, stop! Please!" She continued walking, not even glazing back at him. Her back was tense and her steps fast, almost running. Even without seeing her face he knew she was mad with him. And hurt. She pushed the door of her dorm building open, letting it close behind her with a bang, still looking forward, ignoring the curious stares of some people around. He followed her outside.

Fic 2

Logan x MC / Angst

Five liters.

The average amount of blood in the human body. Five liters. He had never seen that volume, but as he tried to stop the flow coming out from her, he doubted that was the right amount. It couldn't be. Because, right now, slipping through his hand and fingers, ignoring his efforts to stop it, it felt like twenty.

Fic 3

Colt Kaneko x MC

She always had struggled with her self esteem, even when she knew she shouldn't. She was smart, had amazing friends and a boyfriend that, even with his cranky personality, loved her. But, as she looked around, she couldn't avoid thinking how different she was from the rest of the women there. They all looked so confident, having fun, flirting around, wearing clothes that she wished to be brave enough to use. Sometimes she wondered if he maybe liked that type more, after all he had been in this world, surrendered by women like these, since forever. Colt was chatting with some guy that was asking him about his bike as the music mixed up with the noise of different engines and the voices of the excited crowd, enfolding her while her eyes drifted around, curious and a little thoughtful.

Fic 4

Adrian Raines x MC / NSFW

The heavy door of the office opened as Amy strolled in, softly grinning at him.

"Hi handsome." Adrian crane up his sight from the document he was reading, smiling at her. She leaned her back against the door, closing it behind her, muffling the noise from outside.

"Hi love." He moved his chair back to stand up.

"Don't." Adrian, sitting back, lifted one of his brows. "I have a surprise for you." He noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes and how devilish her smile was.

Fic 5

Adrian Raines x MC / NSFW

"What is this?" Amy looked at the box that Adrian had placed at the coffee table of the shared penthouse between them, her eyes troubled as she looked at it. "I don't need a new phone." She pointed out, pushing the box towards him with the tip of her long finger, her whole body closed up as her feet bounced rhythmically up.

"Could fool me." It's been a couple days since her attitude towards him had changed and he wasn't sure why. Since the day they met, they had never fought, so this was a whole new territory.

"Excuse me?"

"Forgive my confusion, I thought it was broken since you haven't answered my messages or calls."

Fic 6

Thomas Mendez x MC

There were a lot of things that Thomas thought he would never experience again after Soledad's death. He never expected to meet someone that put his whole world upside down. To fall in love again. He always thought that Luz would be the only one that he would protect, the only that occupied his whole heart. Until an amazing and strong woman and her adorable sweet girl with the dream of being an astronaut, stormed into his life, needed him to stay together. And he wanted to protect them.

#choices stories you play #playchoices #choices fanfiction #choices #fanfiction writer #adrian raines x mc #thomas mendez x mc #logan x mc #colt kaneko x mc #choices fic writers creations #cfwc sunday six

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choicesficwriterscreations · 2 years

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CFWC FotW - August 28 - Sept 10, 2022

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

A Proposal (of sorts) | Mal Volari x F!OC - @storyofmychoices

IT LIVES TRILOGY

In Joy & Sorrow (Series) | Various Pairings - @aallotarenunelma Timeline Collapse

OPEN HEART

RED CARPET DIARIES

Just Because | Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @theartoflovingthomashunt

RIDE OR DIE

From Lovers to Strangers | Colt Kaneko x MC - @missameliep

THE NANNY AFFAIR

Chapter 9: Angel | F!MC, M!Sam Dalton - @krisb-writing-blog

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

CROSSOVER Rules of Engagement / The Royal Romance

Crossroads | Leo Rys x ROE F!MC - @twinkleallnight

If you wish to have your fic posted on the weekly listing, be sure to tag @choicesficwriterscreations and #cfwc fics of the week

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missameliep · 4 months

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for the fic ask game!

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

✄ what’s your editing process?

+ a little something extra: say a particular scene or a fic enlists your main character to do something out of character. Do you go back and change their backstory/traits/that aspect of them so that they match or do you leave it as is?

(Or from a more generic sense, do you develop your backstory first and then write your fics or do you write your fics and let the backstory develop on its own?)

Thanks for the ask! ☺️

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

Writing is usually a difficult process for me (and I cannot blame writing on my second language, because it's also difficult in Portuguese 😂) and it always takes me a long time to write and feel the fic has reached a point when I'm comfortable in sharing with others... So, as for the easiest I'd say From Lovers to Strangers, even though writing Colt Kaneko is not easy for me, the concept of the fic and writing it went smoother than usual and I finished in time to submit to a writing challenge, which says a lot, and was only one scene with two characters 😅

The first part of Love Thy Neighbor was also easy (and I love it dearly), but the rest of the series not so much...

There are so many fics that I could say we're the hardest for several different reasons (multichapter fics, several characters interacting, research etc), but Like Poetry was definitely one of the hardest, because of the themes involved and the narrative choices and tone... I thought about giving up often, and put it aside for a while... But I was so pleased with how it turned out in the end, that it made all the time spent so much worth it ❤️

✄ what’s your editing process?

Oh, my! Editing process? I'm not ashamed to admit my editing process is a bit chaotic, and I frequently edit while writing (which is bad, I know 🫣) and even after posting (I might have twitched more than one fic after posting it). After I finish writing the main parts and dialogues, I focus on correcting the pacing and making sure the characters' voice and dialogues fit them and, grammar and other mistakes are also part of the editing process since English is my second language I have to make sure words really mean what I think they do and check if the metaphors or references apply to a different cultural context than mine lol

Normally I say I would not. Most of my characters have established backstories and traits before I start writing and I keep documents and info about them. So, sometimes something that seems out of character for them may improve the story, show what they would do under a different or adverse circumstance, and it might be okay to keep it that way. So it could be an interesting narrative choice to not change anything in this case.

But sometimes it happens, I start writing and them I have to come up with a backstory or something changes drastically and doesn't fit anymore. For instance, one of my favorite series Second Chances, my OC Elizabeth was supposed to share similar traits with the MC in Desire and Decorum, but half way through writing notes for the second half of the story, I kept thinking "what if I made her Brazilian?" "What if she's a Law student instead?" and so many other things that made more sense to the narrative... So I changed the backstory and many many of the things I've written, but most people don't even know because I posted the first chapters after I've already changed it all.

And I have already created a complete new character to a story, because I didn't want to mess with the backstory.

Thank you for the ask! ☺️

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From this fic writer asks

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flowerpowell · 3 years

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The Dream Life of Ellie Wheeler (Colt x MC // Logan x MC)

PART THREE

A/N: .... I headcanon (fancanon?) that Colt and Ellie live in the same house as they did in The Boy Next Door (except we only have one bedroom here 😉). Sorry for the wait but I hope it’ll be worth it. Let me know what you think about this series because I’m still unsure 🙊

Rating: G

Tagging: @delightfullypinkglitter, @mskaneko, @desiree-pow, @lovehugsandcandy, @badchoicesposts, @kingliam2019, @client-327, @walkerduchess, @sophxwithers ❣

“I go on too many dates But I can't make 'em stay At least that's what people say, mm, mm That's what people say, mm, mm”

“My daddy commissary made it to commas Bitch, all my grandmas dead So ain't nobody prayin' for me, I'm on your head, ayy”

“Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake”

“If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element”

“Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it—"

“Hey!” Ellie exclaimed when Colt turned off the radio. “I was listening to something, you know!”

“I was listening to something as well,” he replied, his eyes glued to the road ahead of them. “But since you kept changing my song back to that pop shit, I’d rather drive in silence.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. They were on the road for many hours now and apart from the time she took to take a nap, they had been arguing about the music playing in the car majority of the time.

“Taylor Swift is not that bad, actually. I’m sure you’d enjoy—”

“Right now, all I want is to enjoy the silence.” Colt narrowed his eyes but still didn’t look at Ellie.

“Hey! I have that song somewhere on my phone! I can play it and—”

“Ellie! I’m driving! Can you keep your mouth shut for at least ten minutes?”

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” she quickly said and looked away. Not that there was much to look at but she didn’t want risk Colt changing his mind and driving her back to California. After all, he agreed to her plan and now they were driving to Oklahoma. Ellie really tried to be nice to him. Colt definitely didn’t even bother. Not that she expected anything else.

Her father also didn’t take it in very well. When she came home with marriage certificate in one hand, dragging Colt with the other one, detective Wheeler almost passed out from anger. And shock. But mostly anger.

She knew why.

Yes, he was angry that she got married without telling him but she married a Kaneko. And her father hated Teppei and devoted his life to find dirt on him. And now with Ellie being married to a Kaneko, Mr. Wheeler had to drop the case completely in the name of ‘no family affairs’ policy. Colt’s “hello Daddy” probably didn’t help either. In short, her father was so angry that Ellie was sure there was no higher level of angry.

Colt and Ellie left the same day and Ellie hadn’t spoken to her father since. Freedom tasted a bit sad but so good at the same time.

“Oh! McDonald’s! I’m so hungry, maybe we could—” Ellie pointed her finger at the restaurant as Colt picked up speed and they passed it in a blink of the eye. She looked at her husband and rolled her eyes. He couldn’t even bother to hide that awful smirk. Jerk.

“Your ten minutes of no talking isn’t over yet,” he noticed and Ellie sighed. This man was a nightmare.

Just a few more weeks. You’re doing it for Langston. Think of Langston. Think of—

“We have only six more hours. I think it’s pointless to stop anywhere to eat. You can make dinner when we’re home, wifey.” Colt finally looked at her and smiled smugly. Ellie wanted to punch him so bad but instead she only nodded and focused on the road.

Langston. Think of Langston.

~~~~

Colt didn’t intend to make it any easier for Ellie Wheeler. She blackmailed him, him, and now he was stuck with her. He couldn’t even leave the country as he wanted initially because her father would be capable of sending literal troops after him.

He still remembered Mr. Wheeler’s face when he realized Ellie married him. Teppei Kaneko’s son. For a short moment, Colt thought Mr. Wheeler would explode. Literally explode because Colt could count every single vein on his neck and face. At least he had to drop his father’s case. Colt was safe, as Ellie promised.

He looked at Ellie as she was stretching after the long ride. She was like a weed, he couldn’t get rid of her no matter what he tried to do.

“Here we are,” Colt said, taking his suitcases and leaving Ellie’s still in the car. “Take your stuff and you can start making dinner. I’m quite hungry.”

“You wouldn’t be if you’d stop at McDonald’s! Or literally anywhere else.”

“Why would I do it if my wife works in a coffee shop and is great at cooking?”

He heard her taking a deep breath and counting quietly to ten.

As he said. He had no intention of making it any easier for Ellie Wheeler.

~~~~

After dinner, for which Ellie ordered pizza since there was nothing edible in the house, Colt went upstairs to his bedroom, leaving Ellie alone downstairs. Her suitcases were still in the living room and she wondered where she was supposed to go. The house was pretty small; there was a spacious living room and a kitchen on the first floor and one bedroom and a bathroom on the second.

Ellie climbed up the stairs and hesitantly knocked on Colt’s bedroom door. At least two minutes passed before he opened the door.

“Yes?”

“Umm… Where can I sleep?” She asked hoping there was another bedroom which she hadn’t noticed before. She surely didn’t want to sleep with Colt in the same room. Considering what Colt thought about her, she was sure he felt the same.

“Definitely not here,” he replied.

“That I know.” Ellie took a deep breath. “But I need to sleep somewhere.”

Colt shrugged. “Not my problem. Should’ve thought about it before you made me marry you.”

“I’m sorry, okay! It’s only temporary, I’ll ask around and find a place in a dormitory and you’ll get rid of me.”

“You can sleep in the living room. Sofa’s comfortable.” And with that, Colt closed the door, ending their conversation.

Ellie went downstairs and put her blankets and pillows on the sofa, taking a mental note to buy some bedding. She took a quick shower, taking another mental note to buy a shower gel because the one she found smelled like Colt and she didn’t like it. Feeling a rush of anxiety, she ran to her improvisatorial bed. She closed her eyes, dreaming of her life here, hoping her mother would be proud.

~~~~

“See you’re already in a wife mode.”

“What?” Ellie stopped reading a book to look at Colt.

“Wearing baggy sweats and all. I think I’ve seen you in this Langston sweatshirt a million times and I’ve known you only for a few days,” Colt mocked her, not trying even for a split second to be nice to someone who blackmailed him.

“Well, it’s not like I have anyone to impress,” Ellie snapped back and Colt rolled his eyes. If he thought his job was difficult, he clearly never experienced being fake-married to someone like Ellie Wheeler. Although to be fair, he was probably more awful to her than she to him.

“Good,” he thought to himself. “She blackmailed me. She deserves it.”

And even though he hated her, he also understood her. She wasn’t the only one with a terrible father.

“Did Mona leave the country?” She suddenly asked.

“Hm? Why are you asking?”

“Just curious. You said it was your last job so I assumed…”

“Yeah, left. I would too if someone didn’t force me to put a ring on my finger.” He waved his left hand to prove a point. He wasn’t even sure why he was putting this stupid wedding band onto his finger every day. Ellie wasn’t wearing hers.

“As I said… I’m sorry. But at least my father dropped the case. And as far as I’m concerned no one else was involved in it but my father so… you’re in the clear.”

“Gee, thanks. How nice of you.”

“So it was you and Mona then? Only the two of you? Or is there someone else?”

Colt eyed her suspiciously. “Why are you asking?”

“Just curious,” she repeated. “When Teppei was still around I didn’t see anyone else. And then only you and Mona.” She was silent for a moment. “Colt?”

“Yea?”

“I’m really sorry about your father.”

Colt didn’t say anything for a while and Ellie assumed it was the end of their conversation. She went back to reading her book when he spoke.

“Just me, Mona and Pop.”

“Like three musketeers.” Ellie smiled.

“No. Like MPC.”

“MPC?”

“Geez, don’t you have classes to go to or something?” Colt rolled his eyes.

“Not in another two hours,” she replied. The classes technically hadn’t started yet but Ellie signed up for additional classes for freshman students.

“Mercy Park Crew. That’s us.”

“Hmm, I’ve seen MPC somewhere in my father’s files but I’m pretty sure he never realized it was you.”

“And hopefully he never will,” Colt added. Why was he telling her all of this?

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Was there anything in the files?” Colt asked. “About other car gangs?”

Ellie looked at him curiously. “No… Are there any other gangs?”

Colt was looking somewhere in the distance and it took him a moment to reply. “Yea. Our rivals. Forget it.”

“I could… do some research if you’d like—”

“Just go to your class, okay? Stop with this investigation,” he said and left the house, banging the door on his way out.

Ellie sat stunned for a few minutes before she finally decided she’d rather come too early to her class than stay in the house for another second.

~~~~

Freedom smelled like fall, felt like sun warming her face, tasted like cold air and looked like Oklahoma.

Ellie’s dream life was finally starting.

She felt tears forming in her eyes as she looked at her Langston University. Everything she went through, the arguments with her father, marrying Colt, bearing with Colt… it was all worth it.

Slowly, looking around as if not wanting to miss a single thing, she made her way through the campus. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Freedom filled her lungs. She was walking with her eyes closed, smile on her face. Everything was—

“Ooof!” She bumped into someone and would have fallen if the stranger didn’t catch her in time. Dream life or not, she still was clumsy.

“You know,” the stranger started, helping her stand up. “There are easier ways to get my attention.”

“I, uh… Thanks. I’m sorry about bumping into you. I won’t happen again, I promise.”

“It won’t? Too bad.”

“I… I’m sorry… I…” Ellie stammered as the handsome stranger smirked.

“First day?”

“Yes,” Ellie got her voice back. “I’m Ellie.”

“Nice to meet ya, Ellie. I’m Logan.”

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scathing - colt kaneko x mc (rod)

author’s note: first ride or die one-shot featuring colt kaneko! i picked him in my second playthrough and GEEZ the route changes near the end caught me off-guard but did NOT disappoint 😂. includes tiny callout to red carpet diaries. also, i know nothing about cars.

copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. series/pairing: ride or die – colt kaneko x mc (ellie wheeler) rating/warnings: 14+; swearing based on/prompt: title inspired by lyrics from “mad woman” by taylor swift word count: 3.8k summary: ellie drops in to surprise colt only to find that he is out with another woman.

scathing

ellie whacked colt with a large pillow with one hand while doing her best to punch his chest and stomach with the other to keep him from grabbing her, knowing she physically wouldn’t be able to do much to hurt him. colt tried to dodge as best as he could while looking for an opening that would let him stop ellie’s attacks without hurting her. he had to not only do this while half blinded by a giant pillow but while protecting his body – he had never seen ellie this mad before and did not want to find out if she was mad enough to knee him in the groin.

“you cheating motherfucker! how dare you, asshole!” ellie screamed, her face shifting between displays of rage and tears.

colt didn’t know which was worse. “god, ellie, stop! will you let me explain?!”

3 hours earlier

ellie weaved in and out of traffic seamlessly, her eyes trained on the inconspicuous white sedan two cars ahead. she had dropped in at the body shop to surprise colt a day early. she was able to convince her dad to let her leave her grandparents’ house early considering they had already spent the christmas holiday with them. she pulled up to the body shop and was told that colt had left for a job by himself, which ellie immediately knew was suspicious. colt was reckless, but he wasn’t stupid. he knew he should never work a job alone, which likely meant he thought this was one he could do in his sleep.

something didn’t sit right. ellie found out where colt was headed and got back in her car. she quickly got on the highway, heading toward the address of the downtown hotel colt was supposedly heading to, when she noticed the white sedan ahead of her. even though it was a completely standard white sedan, of which there were hundreds, if not thousands, in l.a., ellie knew it was colt’s. it was the car they had prepped for the upcoming koenigsegg job. this was even further proof that colt thought this job was brainless – he would never risk taking out their getaway car more than once.

ellie watched as the sedan pulled into the underground parking lot and she quickly found a spot on the street not far from the entrance to the hotel. it was definitely a high-end hotel and she would need to dress in something other than a tank top and sneakers if she was going to blend in. she quickly changed in the backseat into a glittery bodycon dress and flats, running her hands through her braid to loosen the curls to give it that “beachy” look. she swiped on pink lip gloss as a final touch and made her way inside the hotel.

she scanned the room and identified the parking garage elevators and ducked behind a pillar that gave her a good vantage point. she listened for the ding! that signaled the elevator doors opening and peeked carefully to see if it was colt. he was dressed in his crisp navy blue suit, with a white dress shirt but no tie. lucky for her, he didn’t seem to notice her as he walked across the room to the hotel bar. ellie darted over from the pillar to the other side of the doorway, relying on her peripheral vision to see where colt went. he was facing away from her, standing at the bar next to a tall, gorgeous redhead wearing a backless dark green halter dress that definitely showed off her assets.

ellie felt a little silly for spying on her boyfriend, especially when it was definitely clear he was working a job. this woman was not unlike others they had to deal with in the past but she was definitely the prettiest. she considered heading back to the shop when she noticed that they had switched positions – colt was sitting on a barstool with the woman between his legs. his hands were on her waist and she was gripping the collar of his shirt as they kissed passionately.

she felt her heart shatter and tears were quick to prick the back of her eyes as she ran as fast as she could out of the hotel. even through the tears, she pulled her car out of the street seamlessly and raced back to the shop. she let herself cry in the car, the sobs wracking her body. shoulders shaking, she grabbed her tank top from before and used it to blow her nose and dry her face. she was not going to let colt kaneko get away with this.

ellie told the rest of the crew to take off because she was going to need to talk to colt alone before she went upstairs and sat on the bed to wait.

colt sensed something was different when he got back to the body shop. he had been excited to see ellie’s car out front but noticed the backseat still had all her stuff. if she was back, she definitely would’ve brought her duffel bags up to his room. it was quiet in the shop, which was unusual, because he was expecting his crew to work at least a couple more hours. it wasn’t like them to take off without talking to him first.

“ellie! i didn’t know you were coming back early. i missed you, baby,” colt grinned, walking over to ellie to give her a kiss.

she stood up and grabbed one of his pillows. “oh, really? did you miss me while you were sucking face with that redhead? or are there other women i should know about?”

colt rolled his eyes. “don’t be so dramatic. it was for a job, it meant nothing. you know what it takes to get a job done.”

ellie felt her blood boil and started whacking him with the pillow. “no job is ever worth you cheating on me, asshole.”

colt’s eyes narrowed as if he was trying to calculate the likelihood that this was going to escalate. unfortunately, what he didn’t realize was that he was too late and his dismissive attitude already hit ellie’s escalate button.

“ellie, i know it looks bad but it was a job. i promise that’s all it was. i was playing a part and we got what we needed,” colt tried to appeal to ellie’s logical side.

“how stupid do you think i am? i saw you with my own eyes, colt. and even if i didn’t, you reek of chanel perfume, which only old women wear, and you have lipstick all over your face and your shirt.”

colt was starting to lose his patience but clenched his fists as a reminder to avoid saying anything that would nuclearize the conversation. “sweetheart, come on, we’re in this together. you know i only have eyes for you.”

“don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me. everything out of your mouth has been a lie,” ellie snapped. “tell me – was she good in bed? was it worth however much you got from the job?”

now this was getting ridiculous. “ellie, you know i would never sleep with anyone else. i would never cheat on you.”

“i clearly don’t know anything because you did cheat on me, asshole,” her voice dropped but retained the dangerously angry tone that kept colt from coming closer. “you know perfectly well how i feel about jobs that require you to hook up with someone else. clearly the only thing that matters to you is the job, even at the expense of our relationship.”

“el, come on –”

ellie shook her head and cut him off, “no, you’re not talking your way out of this. we’re done.” she bolted from the room and down the stairs toward the front door.

colt knew if he didn’t catch her before she got in her car, he’d never catch up to her. she was by far the fastest driver on the crew and if she left l.a., he might not be able to find her. he sprinted after her, jumping off the stairs recklessly and barely catching himself before he hit the wall, saving himself from a nasty concussion. he pushed himself up quickly and let the adrenaline propel him out the door just in time to see ellie slide into the driver’s seat.

the car squealed away from the garage and quickly out of sight and colt had no clue where she was headed. dammit, he cursed inwardly as he quickly grabbed his helmet and hopped on his bike to chase after her.

* * * * * ellie had managed to lose colt after half an hour, which she counted as a massive win given that he had the advantage with his bike in l.a. traffic. but she knew how to navigate every nook and cranny of l.a. having spent the better part of the last couple of years charting courses and back-up escape paths. she pulled into the underground parking lot near her destination, pulled on a blonde wig, fixed up her makeup, and changed into heels.

she stepped out of the car and took the parking elevator to the ground floor, walking as fast as she could in three-inch heels outside to flag down a cab. she gave the driver instructions and sat back, giving her appearance a once-over and spritzing a light perfume on her wrists and neck. she pulled up the discreet app on her phone, the one they used to message with their buyers and targets in a way that was untraceable, and texted her contact. he wanted to put a job before her? two could play this game.

when she arrived at the very expensive club, she gave her alias to the bouncer and was escorted quickly to the vip room, where her contact was waiting. aaron montmartre, the spoiled nephew of famed hollywood producer viktor montmartre, who was known for his extensive collection of expensive cars, spending sprees on viktor’s black card, and his weakness for young, attractive women. he was supposed to receive the newest koenigsegg model before it was even available to the public. and ellie was going to find out exactly when and where the drop would be.

* * * * * colt pulled up around the corner of the vip hot spot that was a known celebrity hangout. he knew ellie and knew she was pissed enough to want to teach him a lesson. he couldn’t help but be impressed with how seamlessly she drove through l.a. to get him off her tail and how she succeeded briefly. he prided himself on being able to handle any route with his bike and the fact that she was still able to lose him was beyond sexy. there was no one else that could compare to her.

although he didn’t know exactly what she was doing, he did know that he needed to be really careful not to give himself away too early. he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked casually up to the bouncer, giving him a curt nod. the bouncer gave him a long, scrutinizing look before letting him in. it took colt a few seconds to let his eyes adjust to the dark, hazy atmosphere of the pulsing nightclub.

he walked toward the bar – it would give him the most unassuming vantage point to observe the club and he could do with a drink – only to notice a blonde wig and curve-hugging dress that looked all too familiar. he approached the bar slowly, making sure there were enough people between them that he wouldn’t get noticed; even though her back was to him, all she would need to do was turn to the right and she’d spot him in her peripheral.

colt ordered a glass of whiskey neat so that he’d have something to keep him occupied as he watched ellie flirt openly with their target. colt knew what ellie was likely up to and he was both angry that she would jeopardize the job by potentially tipping their hand early and furious that she would openly flirt with another man. most people didn’t understand the difference, but a furious colt was a jealous colt; the concept of jealousy was something he kept out of his vocabulary.

ellie knew. she knew the moment colt walked into the room. after three years, five months, seventeen days, and twelve successful jobs together, she had learned a thing or two about him. she knew that he would eventually get back on her tail and actually, she was counting on it. it was what she was good at. reading people. learning him. studying the ins and outs of the road and the job. memorizing the ins and outs of him.

and one of the things ellie knew was that colt was a jealous man, although he would rather shoot himself in the foot than admit it out loud to anyone. but if he could use his raw magnetism to get a job done, then she could use her innocent appearance to disarm a target and gain intel. she had already spent the better half of the last 30 minutes pretending to be a tipsy flirt and encouraging aaron toward drunkenness, knowing he’d be more likely to spill details that way.

what she expected but still wasn’t prepared for was how handsy and charming aaron could be. she actually found herself enjoying their flirty banter and perhaps realized that she was a little tipsier than she should be. ellie turned to lean against the bar so she could subtly inch closer to aaron, placing a hand carefully on his bicep as though to steady herself. she immediately felt colt’s eyes staring at the back of her head and had to make a conscious effort not to shiver. she barely registered aaron placing his hand on her hip and leaning in far too close to ask her if she wanted to leave with him.

“i just got the newest koenigsegg model delivered to me. we could take it for a test drive,” he murmured in her ear.

it took every ounce of willpower ellie had not to tense at the situation. her mind was reeling with this new tidbit of information that would put a wrench in their plans; they had assumed the drop would happen in the next few days.

she knew what she had to do but she also knew colt would be pissed, even more than he already was. ellie pulled back slightly and smiled. “i would love that,” she said invitingly.

that was all it took. before ellie could say anything else, she felt colt’s presence appear behind her, his hand hovering by her right hip.

“if you know what’s good for you, you’ll back off,” colt said through gritted teeth. ellie could feel the tension radiating off him as he sidled up next to her. “we’re together.”

aaron stood up slowly, taking out a wad of bills from his pocket and leaving a generous tip on the bar counter without breaking eye contact with colt. ellie instinctively took a step back away from colt only to have the wooden bar press into her back.

“who the fuck are you?” aaron said, casually inching closer to ellie so his shoulder was angled in front of her.

colt’s hand clenched into a fist. “someone you don’t want to mess with. now back off.”

“i don’t think we should be speaking for the pretty lady. leah, you know this creep?”

ellie blinked, slightly startled before remembering that her alias was leah. she slowly turned to give colt a pointed glare, raising an eyebrow and hoping he’d get the hint.

she turned back to aaron and gave him her best impression of an innocent smile. “no, i don’t think i’ve seen him before in my life.”

aaron turned back to colt. “you heard the lady. now i think you better leave before i have security escort you out.”

colt unclenched and clenched his fist a few times as though he was stretching it. ellie knew where this was headed and inwardly sighed; she could countdown from five at this rate.

right on cue, colt’s fist flew at aaron’s face, hitting him square in the jaw and sending him backward into the bar seat he was occupying previously. to his credit and ellie’s surprise, aaron seemed unfazed, picking himself back up and massaging his jaw briefly.

“why don’t we take this outside and settle this like men?” aaron said, challenging colt with his glare.

ellie’s brow furrowed. normally, colt getting into a bar fight with someone who had been flirting with her wouldn’t faze her, but they did need to figure out how to lift aaron’s car without him suspecting them or getting caught. she wasn’t sure how beating the guy up would help with that. and now she was stuck pretending she didn’t know who colt was.

“fine. after you,” colt seethed, stepping to the side so ellie and aaron could move away from the bar. aaron was a good head taller than him and ellie didn’t think this would be that easy of a fight given how quickly aaron had bounced back before.

aaron reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black fob. “why don’t you go hang out in the car, leah? this shouldn’t take long. it’s in one of the reserved parking spots in the garage, closest to the elevator,” he said, grabbing her hand to place the fob in her palm and closing her fingers over it.

ellie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she looked at him. “oh-okay,” she said, turning away from aaron. she gave colt a pointed side-eye as she passed him.

well, that was a freebie, she thought to herself as she made her way down to the car. it was exactly where aaron said it would be. ellie slid into the driver’s seat and ran her hands over the steering wheel, relishing the feel of the cool leather underneath her fingers. she grabbed her sunglasses and put them on as she drove out of the garage, quickly dialing toby on speakerphone.

“toby, i need you to ready the drop site off exit 54. i’ll explain later. if colt calls, tell him to meet me at our spot,” ellie said quickly, as she navigated the local roads to the drop site, taking extra care to avoid intersections and neighborhoods with traffic cameras.

once she arrived at the drop site, she checked with toby that the car stayed off the radar before emptying the glovebox, wiping down her prints, and shoving her wig into her purse. being methodical was ellie’s forte, even with the adrenaline running through her body, she knew she did everything right.

the dryve back to her car was uneventful, which did little to ease ellie’s nerves. she wasn’t worried about the job in actuality, but about colt. she knew he could hold his own in a fight, but she also knew how stubborn he could be. and despite still being angry with him, she was admittedly worried for his safety.

ellie felt like she was holding her breath the entire drive over to the cliffside. it wasn’t until she saw the familiar motorcycle parked near the railing that she felt a sigh of relief escape her body. she parked and stepped out, her gaze falling on the back of colt’s head.

she walked slowly over to him with anxiety in her stomach at the thought of how bruised he might be. it wasn’t until she saw that he was mostly unscathed, other than a purple bruise forming on his cheekbone and his knuckles, that her shoulders finally sagged, the tension she held all evening releasing at once.

“colt… thank god, you’re okay,” she said softly as she looked up at him, raising her hand hesitantly toward his bruised cheek.

instead, she closed her hand into a fist and punched him in the shoulder.

“ow— ellie, i just got out of a fight, seriously?!” colt yelped, angling his shoulder away from her.

ellie stepped forward every time he stepped back so she could punch him again and again. “you asshole. don’t you dare do that again, i was seriously worried about you! and you almost cost us the job!”

“i’m sorry, ow— will you let me, augh!” colt said, finally managing to grab her wrist and hold it in place while grabbing her hip with his other hand and pulling her close.

she made a half-assed attempt at struggling, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to break away. ellie did her best to glare at him, but as she looked into his eyes, she felt her anger cracking. her eyes softened and she found herself subconsciously leaning in. in a split second, colt’s lips were on hers, hot and desperate.

ellie almost forgot why she was mad at him to begin with as he gently bit her lower lip, eliciting a contented sigh that gave his tongue entrance. he pulled her hips as close as possible to his and ellie wrapped her arms around his neck. she gave back just as desperately, fighting him for dominance as she traced her tongue around his bottom lip, sucking on it gently.

colt let out a ragged breath and finally pulled back. “i’m sorry, el,” he said quietly, punctuating her name with a tender kiss. “i’m sorry,” he said again, giving her another kiss.

“if you ever cheat on me again—” ellie threatened quietly before colt silenced her with another gentle kiss.

“believe me, i won’t do that again. i did not like seeing another man put his hands on you, even if it was for a job,” colt said sheepishly, avoiding her gaze.

ellie grinned. “at least we got the job done,” she said.

colt smirked at her. “good, so i didn’t take a beating for nothing. now i don’t know about you, but i could go for a swim.”

“pretty sure you’re not supposed to go in the ocean with open wounds,” ellie warned as she watched colt strip down to his underwear.

“i hear the salt water is great for cuts,” colt grinned cheekily. “you gonna join me, sweetheart?”

ellie rolled her eyes and smiled. “okay, but don’t say i didn’t warn you,” she said, taking off her dress and shoes.

“hey,” colt said with a sudden seriousness just as she was preparing to jump. she turned to look at him and he pulled her closer.

“thanks for having my back,” he murmured, leaning in to give her a deep kiss that took her breath away.

“i’m still your driver, aren’t i?” ellie said affectionately.

colt smirked and gave a nod in response. he held out his hand for her to grab and they turned to look at the glittering horizon before they jumped, together.

* * * * * mentions: @choicesficwriterscreations; @lovehugsandcandy; @kat-tia801 choices permatag: @withbeautyandrage; @agentnolastname; @freckles-spangledvampire

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[RoD] Dammit! Jordan!

Pairing/Players: Logan x Jin, Colt x Jordan Rating/Warnings: PG – language/swearing and sexual innuendo, but mostly fluff Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * OCs are my creation * based on a conversation with @troublemakerinspace on odd writing prompts (prompt will be in bold), Halloween costumes, and fun times with Colt’s new lady and the MPC * Word Count: +/- 1000

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Colt and Jordan have been seeing each other for a couple of weeks (7, to be exact), very low key but everyone knows

Jin (and Logan, and the rest of the OG crew) are excited/like giving him a hard time about the whole thing

He reminds everyone that he can fire them if he wants to

Jordan is TJ’s new favorite person because of her pink hair

Halloween is coming up and Jin and Logan ask TJ what she wants to dress up as

She’s still on her Lilo & Stitch obsession, so she says Lilo

Which means Jin’s going as Nani, and Logan asks if he’s supposed to be Stitch

TJ: No Dada, you Davey (David)

TJ wants Colt to be Stitch, and Jordan to be Scrump

Colt: why does your family always make me dress up in blue paint? I’m not a smurf!

TJ pouts; Colt crouches down to her height, gives her a kiss on the forehead, and says of course he’ll wear a costume for her

He finds a Stitch hoodie he can wear; considers buying a Scrump hoodie for Jordan, but she says she’s got her costume set

Jordan also starts being a little weird when she and Colt make out; she looks at his clothing tags

Colt: look. LOOK. I like the red pants, okay? And I know the shirts are ridiculous but I like the way the cotton feels from this specific designer

Jordan: I was just curious

(She is not just curious…)

They go trunk-or-treating in a parking lot organized by TJ’s daycare

Jordan manages to convince Colt to go on a double date with Jin and Logan on Halloween night, after trunk-or-treating

Toby and Ximena volunteer to hand out candy to the kids while Mona keeps the other guys in line at the shop

Though that doesn’t stop Mona from taking photos of Colt in his Stitch hoodie when he’s not looking

TJ’s Hula Lilo with a grass skirt that she loves swishing and twirling in

Jin’s happy her costume only involves wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt with a heart on it; while Logan wanted to wear a sarong and carry fire batons, Jin found a Hawaiian shirt for him to wear

Jordan’s costume makes Colt smile with appreciation - she wears a mint green skater dress with a wonky button sewn on it, a red ribbon choker, and styled her hair to make a pink bow on top of her hair, complete with yellow pipe cleaner Scrump hair on top

She’s got facepaint that matches her dress, drawn on a crooked smile, and painted a pair of round shades for her button eyes

TJ laughs with delight and walks with Jordan and Colt, holding their hands because Stitch and Scrump are her best friennnnndsssss

Toby loses his mind over the tiny kids in costumes and gives away too much candy in the first ten minutes

Ximena shakes her head and pulls a few extra bags from the trunk of her car to share

Toby and Ximena are on TJ babysitting duty, so they follow 🥰 the Rhees 🥰to their house; Jin and Logan will meet Colt and Jordan at Colt’s place

Jin: we’ll see you at 10! Be dressed and ready to go!

Colt: why so late? And why wouldn’t we be dressed?

Jordan: oh, did I forget to tell you? We’re going to a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show with them

Colt: *panicking internally* and the “being dressed” part?

Jordan: *awkward smile* costumes, Boss

Colt: ⊙▂⊙

Jordan spends the rest of the drive trying to get Colt to agree to wear a costume

She eventually succeeds

They have a flirty makeout session in the shower so they can both wash off the facepaint (lessons learned from when Colt dressed up as Tyril)

Jordan ducks out while he primps in the bathroom and lays out their costumes on the bed

Colt: woman, I just washed my face, and now…wait. Wait wait wait. You said we were wearing a (he sighs and rolls his eyes) couples costume. What the fuck is that?

Jordan’s slips on the solitary college t-shirt Colt owns from a drawer and lets the towel drop to the floor, patting moisturizer onto her skin and starts doing her makeup

Jordan: your costume.

Colt: You said you were going as Magenta. Why are there two sets of fishnets? And…hot pants?

Jordan: Those are for you, Boss 😉

Colt: Riff Raff doesn’t wear stockings. He wears a raggedy ass tux

Jordan: but Magenta’s master, Frank-n-Furter does wear stockings

Colt refuses to put on the costume. Full on temper tantrum, crossed arms, pouty frown, vehement head shaking

Jordan asks Jin to send a selfie of her and Logan in costume

Jin sends two - she’s half dressed in a bra and slip, and Logan’s in high waist white jockeys, tube socks, and loafers; in the second photo Jin’s holding up a pink dress and white sweater, and Logan’s holding dress slacks and a tan jacket in front of him

Colt’s mood lightens

Jordan bargains with him - he can keep the surgical gown on as long as he wears the full costume, and she’ll go commando 😏

Colt: 😏😏😏

Jin and Logan arrive at Colt’s place early, wearing their full costumes; Jordan answers the door, fixing the apron to her maid’s uniform and half her eye makeup done

Jordan: Colt’ll be down in a minute, the shoes are a bit tricky for him

Jin and Logan take a seat on the couch while Jordan finishes her makeup

After a few minutes, they hear clumsy footsteps on the stairs and Colt’s voice as it carries

Colt: If I have to wear this getup, Logan can be the designated driver tonight!

Logan and Jin turn their heads and stifle their laughter, watching Colt partially strut in platform heels to grab a beer from the fridge

The surgical gown is completely open in the back, so they see the hot pants and fishnet stockings, complete with garter belts

Jordan: They’re in the living room waiting for us!

Colt’s tipped the beer bottle back to drink, and he freezes at Jordan’s voice

He drinks the entire beer before turning around

Jin waves from the couch, tears in her eyes from laughing silently

Logan: Colt?

Colt: Yeah?

Logan: Lookin good in lingerie, bro.

#rod fanfic #choices rod #colt kaneko #colt x oc #logan x mc #rod logan #mercy park crew shenanigans #rod fanfiction #choices fanfiction #zaffrenotes writes #just me trying to meet holiday themed writing deadlines #while I panic over the other fic I have to finish writing #I'm not panicking you're panicking

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