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moosealecki · 2 months

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𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

(𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

| Genre; comforting, compassion, kindness, flufffff

| Warnings; alcoholism, lots of comfort being needed. Mentions of loss.

| Pairings; Cordell x Reader

| a/n; This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction, and I feel quite nervous about it. However, I hope that whoever reads this small piece of writing enjoys it. I would be more than happy to receive requests for specific pairings or writing styles, and I welcome any tips and writing advice. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy reading my work. :)

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“ Another. ” Cordell had spoken in a low tone of voice. He was now on his fourth glass of whiskey, probably more than he should consume but he didn’t care. After losing Emily, and just returning from being undercover for what felt like months. That wound he tried to cover with a band-aide was slowly resurfacing rapidly.

Every night he find himself in the same place, same time, and same drink. He didn’t even notice the bartender that had served him for several nights was even new.

“that’s your fourth one for the night, you sure you want another?” (Y/N) had asked the already somewhat intoxicated ranger who sat before her. She had noticed him from previous nights. He had became a regular at this point, knowing exactly what he wanted before he even ordered. But this time (Y/N) was just slightly curious what his story was, why he came here at the same time, every night.

Cordell would lift his hazel colored hues up at the woman, as he rolled his eyes. “I’m paying aren’t I? Just serve me suga’”

(Y/N) wouldn’t hesitate to get the man what he wanted, but this time she poured it and stayed.

“Is there something else I can get you? Maybe a bottle of water?” She knew she was stepping on thin ice. Cordell’s eyes didn’t leave the liquid in that small glass. “Why is everyone so worried about what I do? I said I’M FINE.” throwing back the liquid that burned its way down his throat. Clenching his eyes shut for a moment, he took a deep breath, shaking his head. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I just—I lost my wife around this time last year, my capt already put me on probation and here I am rambling away my problems to a complete stranger... I'm Cordell.” (Y/N) didn’t leave the spot she stood in, taking a breath as she listened to the man. She didn’t say anything only reaching to refill his glass. From the sounds of it, he needed it. "well Cordell, we all have a story. I'm (Y/N) by the way, let me know if there is anything else I can get you."

Cordell couldn't help but slither a smirk along his lips. He knew at that exact moment he was definitely intoxicated, he couldn't help but check her out as she walked away. Maybe a distraction is what he needed, or maybe he just needed to let out what he felt. A few shots later, the ranger would be stumbling to his truck before falling against it. (Y/N) would hear the sound of him crashing against his truck, she would finish locking up the doors to the bar--walking over, arms folded across her chest. She bent down near him as she shook her head. "Let's get you home." She spoke in a soft tone of voice. She wasn't about to leave him intoxicated in the parking lot of the now-empty bar. Being the person she was, she cared deeply--even for those who didn't deserve it.

After figuring out his address, she pulled into the gravel of the driveway. Helping him inside before plopping him down onto the couch in his living room. Cordell would mumble under his lips. "Please, don't go. Don't leave me." She felt uncertain of this, taking a seat next to him anyway despite how she generally felt about it.

Cordell rolled over onto her lap, resting his arms and head against her legs. She didn't know what to do, so she just stayed. Her fingers moved through his locks of curls. Maybe he just needed a little comfort, from the looks of it he had seemed like he was all alone.

"Shh, Shh, I'm not going anywhere. Just relax, sleep." She cooed into his ear. Cordell relaxed further into her lap. His hands rested against her legs. It felt comforting to have someone there, even if he didn't recall exactly what was happening. "Thank you, thank you for not leaving me, I never want you to leave me again..." and with those words spoken the ranger fell asleep. At that moment, she knew he had to be referring to his wife. But she continued to brush her fingers through his hair, as she let him fall into a slumber with her there.

| a/u; I'm open to writing a part two to this post. Let me know if you're interested, and I'll make it happen!

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saxxxology · 2 years

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In the Barman’s Bed | Oneshot

PAIRING: Cordell Walker x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,100

WARNINGS: implied future family planning, committed relationship, smut, face riding, fingering, Cordell has a dirty mouth, rough sex, creampie

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Cordell loves good. He’s smart and sweet, a little awkward getting back into the dating game but he’s gotten better, bringing you flowers and taking you to all the local farmers markets and craft festivals. He’s still getting used to loving another woman after Emily, learning all the things you do differently just as much as what the two of you have in common.

Cordell loves steady. It’s hard at first with his kids and working on the family ranch full time, but he’s gotten better at keeping a schedule: dinners with the family on Friday nights, date nights on Saturdays, and sporadic after-school ice creams with his kids. It’s a sweet little rinse-and-repeat that’s made the last six months heaven.

Cordell loves hard, whether it be casual brushes of the back of his work-calloused hand against yours in public or the surge of his body against yours when he’s got you naked and open, on your back with your legs spread for him. He’s sweet and tender when you want him to be, kissing all your sensitive spots until you’re blissed out, and rough when you need him to be, bruising your flesh with his fingers and saying all kinds of filthy things as he fucks you into orgasm after orgasm.

Needless to say, you’re happy with him. And he’s happy with you. Thinking of the post-breakup night you’d decided to head to a bar you’d never heard of before and found yourself in the ex-Ranger-turned-barman’s bed the next morning feels like a fever dream. You’d expected a one night stand, but here you are, six months in, and you haven’t left.

Your six-month anniversary lines up perfectly. You’d planned to go on a road trip to Yosemite anyway, and with the kids being out of school for the summer, it’ll be a good opportunity to get a little more involved with them.

You have to get involved with them — you and Cordell had decided a long time ago that your relationship, albeit relatively fresh, is headed in a strong direction. No summer fling, no on-and-off-again bullshit, no jokes. You’re serious, enough for you to consider the fact that, at some point, Cordell’s kids might just end up being your step-children. Hell, the two of you might just pop out a baby of your own, if you have the opportunity.

You’ve been so busy packing and getting ready for being gone for two weeks that you and Cordell have barely had time to see each other in several days. You decide to stay with him the night before you leave, just to make things a little easier for leaving in the morning. The kids go to bed early, so you decide to head out to your renovated guest house for a couple drinks and an episode of whatever before you hit the hay.

“You know,” Cordell says, watching you toss the spare pillows on your side of the bed to the floor, “we’re not gonna have much alone-time for the next couple weeks.”

“Oh?” You crawl up onto the mattress. “That so?”

He hums, allowing you to crawl on top of him. “Figured we could have one good romp to keep us good and happy.”

You giggle when his hands slide up your sides, teasing your robe off your body until it flutters to the bed behind you. “I think I got enough for a good quickie in me.”

Cordell grins, pulling you down against him until your mouth meets his. He tastes warm and minty-sweet, and when you lick at his lower lip, he lets out a playful moan that makes your cunt throb. His hands dig into the cheeks of your ass, and you arch your back when he moves his hips up, rubbing his growing erection against your belly.

“Gotta get you ready,” he murmurs, “get up here.”

You hold your breath when he tugs you up, scooting down just enough to get far enough away from the headboard and get his head between your legs. He pulls you down when you don’t move fast enough, kissing the inside of your thigh before licking through your folds. A hoarse sigh escapes your throat, and you brace one hand against the top of the headboard to keep yourself steady as his fingers dip into the soft flesh of your hips.

“Y’taste like sugar, baby,” he praises, smirking like the devil himself as he buries his head between your legs. Your hips roll, guided by his hands as you reach for the headboard for support. He hums, kissing the inside of your thigh before returning his attention to your clit. It’s all you can do to keep your composure, gently rocking your hips back and forth as Cordell squeezes handfuls of your flesh, moaning with satisfaction.

“Oh, fuck…” you tilt your head back, one hand sliding down to tangle in his hair, “Cordi… holy shit, please—”

He makes a muffled groan between your legs, lapping quicker and harder until you start to shake. His hand falls on your ass, the sting of it earning him a whimper of pleasure from you. Two fingers curl up between your legs, pressing at your entrance until you rock down and take them in. He’s gotten real good at doing this, massaging the sweet spot deep inside you while he licks your clit in perfect rhythm.

He has you cumming in minutes, eyes sparkling wickedly as he watches your body move under the force of your orgasm. Your mouth opens in a wide O, your breaths getting higher and faster until you pull away, pussy hovering just out of reach as you shudder through the blissful aftershocks.

“That’s m’girl,” he purrs, pressing and squeezing on your thighs. “Get on down there, baby… wanna see you ride me.”

You hum, rubbing your hands over his chest as you settle over him. He reaches down, grabbing himself firmly to guide himself right up where it’s warm and wet, and you let out a high, breathy sigh when he pulls you down on him. His hips press into your inner thighs, warm and firm against soft flesh, and where he’s splitting you open, throbbing deep inside you… it feels so fucking perfect that you can’t even let yourself stretch out to take him properly before you start moving.

“Fuck,” you whisper, “baby…”

Cordell lets out a raspy groan, pusing his pelvis up into yours at the same time you rock down. You take his hands, guiding them up your sides until he takes over. The flesh of your breasts curves soft in his palms, and you arch forward, giving him a show as you start to ride and grind on him.

“Fuck, that feels real nice,” he praises, “c’mon, baby, ride a little harder, this bed ain’t gonna break.”

You let out a breathless moan, digging your nails into his chest until he lets out a soft huff and tips his head back, eyes squeezed shut. You’ve figured out what he likes best, all the little tricks that make him lose every ounce of control, and when you give your hips a little twist and roll, his palms slap down on your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to surely bruise.

“God, you little fuckin’—” his voice cuts off when you do it again, and he cranes his neck, teeth bared up at you. You lean down, arms stretching over his shoulders as you hold your hips down on him, and he claims your mouth in a fierce, heated kiss.

“You love it, don’t pretend you don’t,” you murmur.

Cordell laughs, the sound breathless against your mouth, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips. “Damn right… go on, baby, grind that pretty little cunt on me.”

You hum, leaning back slowly and pressing your palms against his chest. He tugs you roughly back and forth, eyes unblinking and fixed on the bounce of your breasts. He lifts one hand, sticking his thumb between his lips to wet the pad, and sticks it down between your legs, rubbing firmly on your clit.

“Fuck,” he gasps when you squeeze around him. “That’s it, baby girl, faster… fuck, you look so goddamn pretty…”

You let out a soft whimper at the praise, allowing your lower jaw to go slack as Cordell braces his heels in the mattress, meeting you thrust for thrust. He fucks you into a different rhythm, setting a rough, steady pace that makes the scoop of your hips on his feel even more delicious. His thumb slips back and forth on your clit, earning high-pitched squeaks and moans as the pressure helps your orgasm creep closer and closer.

“Shit, I can feel you,” he mutters, “g’on, baby girl, cum for me. Wanna feel your pussy cummin’ on my dick.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your head falls back, mouth open wide as your body takes over. The rough movement of your hips coaxes his cock against your sweet spot, and just when you think you can’t take any more, and your thighs are burning with the effort of moving, you shudder through a wave of heat that has you slumping forward, pelvis dragging hard against his as you fuck him through your climax.

“Yeah, that’s m’girl.” Cordell grunts when your movements stutter. “C’mon, ride it outta me, I’m almost there.”

“Can’t,” you gasp, “fuck, Cordi, I can’t…”

He takes over without protest, wrapping one arm around your waist and rolling over to dump you right on your back. He takes advantage of your proximity to the headboard to reach over, wrapping nimble fingers around one of the sturdy rungs for leverage. You have to bite your lip to stifle a cry of overwhelming pleasure as Cordell takes what he wants, fucking into you with long, desperate strokes that have your eyes rolling back into your skull.

He wasn’t lying about being close — he only makes it a minute or so, and you cling to him when he shoves forward, looking down between your legs so you can watch his cock throb and pulse. He loves cumming inside you, especially when you squeeze him extra tight and get his orgasm to last a little longer.

He pulls out with a hiss, sweeping his fingers through his hair as he stares down at you. “You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he whispers, “I’m gonna miss fuckin’ you, you know that.”

“It’s only two weeks,” you reply, grinning up at him as you press your thighs together. “We should clean up ‘fore I wreck your bed.”

“Wouldn’t be mad if this is the reason.” He kisses you, deep and hard, and kneels back to help you off the bed.

The shower is quick, just enough for you to scrub away sweat and slick and as much of his cum as you can. Cordell leaves you to wash up a little longer, and when you pad back into the bedroom you find him dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of ratty sweats, arranging the little fan on his dresser turned towards the bed. The room smells like sweat and sex, and you giggle when he reaches for the lavender and vanilla room spray you’d bought him a while back.

“Stella’s on the couch,” he whispers, “she came in while we were in the shower. Don’t want the whole house smellin’ like this.”

You offer him a soft smile. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s good.” Cordell sprays a few pumps of mist into the air. “Sometimes she can’t sleep in her own room, she sneaks in here and camps out on the couch. Besides, it’ll be easier getting her up earlier.”

“Mmm.” You reach for a nightshirt and drop it over your head before climbing underneath the covers. “Get in here, don’t let me get cold.”

He chuckles, turning off the bedside lamp and snuggling in beside you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You stretch out when he slings an arm over your waist, his head resting on the large pillow you’ve figured out how to share. “I’m excited.”

“Well, hold on now, missy, we just—”

“Not like that,” you reply, “I mean about going on this trip. August and I are kinda on the same track, but I think Stella’s a little more anxious about it. It’ll be good.”

Cordell hums in agreement. “Can’t argue with that. Get some rest, we got a long day tomorrow.”

You can’t help but smile when he leans in, kissing underneath your jaw. “I’m trying to, go to sleep.”

He chuckles. “All right. Night, darlin’.”

“Night, Cordi.”

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sapphyreopal5 · 2 days

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I decided to make another witchy post with regards to Gen because one of my best friends watched Walker last night from last week and was outraged Geri gave away one of Cordell's shirts at the charity sale Emily gave him. She said to me "I swear Gen does things like this" and brought up a story she heard about Gen having burned a pair of jeans. I decided to look this up to see if it was true, not because I didn't believe her (I the most certainly did) but because I wanted to see the source of this as she didn't remember the con this story was told at.

Lo and behold, this story was told at Vancon 2019 during the J2 main panel with regards to a pair of jeans Jared had. When the question where this story was shared, he was initially a bit hesitant to answer it and seemed slightly embarrassed about what seemed like an innocent question: "Who is your style icon?" He then talked about how he had stapled these jeans he had for a pretty long time, boot cut style jeans (or should I say Jensen took over most of that conversation). Look and listen between around 32:20 and 36:31. It is around 36:19 is where Jensen says "when he wasn't looking I think I think she had a little bit of a ceremony in the back yard and she lit them on fire". A little bit before that they were talking about how these particular jeans were held together by staples and as Jared said around 36:08 Jensen said "they didn't work, they were held together by metal!" Then Jared while having his hands clenched in fists and smiling a little said "and love" and went on to say "long story short, I never did get rid of them but they did vanish".

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Now, I also read some of the comments saying things like "Hope Gen salted those jeans before she burned them, don't want those things to come back to haunt you for all eternity" and "in regards to Jared's jeans... Been there. Done that. Will probably do it again" and "They would held together by metal!!! …..And love lollllllll". Before I have idiots come to my inbox or post behind my back without mentioning my name like a coward saying I don't know how to make light of things or how to just enjoy a good story and laugh, I will say this. Jensen decided to chime in and answered half of the question for Jared with regards to this question about clothes and fashion icon.

Now, if you want to go ahead and watch when Jensen is answering the question about himself after the time mark slot I told you to look at, you will see that Jared is looking off into "space", looking in different directions and at one point starts to put the microphone up to his jaw and lifts his bottom jaw up and down. The microphone and jaw tidbit while staring off into the distance sounds a bit like "stimming" to me and he looked lost in thought at this point. Things like rubbing your legs, clenching fists, wringing fingers, etc. indicate discomfort, feeling threatened, or sensing conflict. [X] [X] [X] [X] A few sources you can check out for yourselves, 'cause I know for a fact some morons will come along and think I'm making shit up or looking for a reason to dislike someone.

Sure, it's all fun and games saying things like I hope she salted the jeans before burning them but wait until someone comes along and burns your stuff, then it won't be so funny anymore. Why she didn't think like a caring wife who is aware of things like him loving those jeans and taking them to a seamstress, getting them PROPERLY fixed and then giving them as an anniversary gift or something like I would've in her shoes (or really most caring, SANE partners would) instead of burning them when he wasn't looking, I can't tell you why but I can guess. It's clear he was embarrassed answering a rather innocent question because he was not happy talking about these jeans being gone and clearly was getting made fun of for the jeans. Staples are no solution for clothing true but DON'T go burning someone else's shit seriously...

According to this Tumblr post and other sites with regards to actions within witchcraft practices:

Burning - Burning an object is a common practice in spells and rituals. Fire is considered a cleansing and activating force. If you want to destroy something’s influence, burn it and dispose of the ashes away from your home. If you want to set something into motion, burn objects related to the situation to ash. If you want to activate certain energies, burn objects related to those involved. If you are performing a curse or hex, burn the object in the flame of a candle.

Something funny occurred to me last night while I was painting my son's piggy bank for his birthday coming up. I realized his ex girlfriend on screen and off screen Alexis Bledel (hello Gilmore Girls, Jared's first major TV role!) starred in the "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" movies, which is about a group of 4 friends who bond over a pair of "jeans that magically happen to fit us all" and take turns sharing while they are in different parts of the world over some years. Close to the end of the the second movie, Lena Kaligaris (who is played by Alexis Bledel) gets upset when her grandmother tells her that her sister Effie lost the magical pants after she was upset with Tibby's ex and now Effie's also breaks up with her. Interestingly enough, the first movie was released May 31, 2005 (photography started May 17, 2004), which was a few months before the first episode of Supernatural aired on September 13, 2005. The second movie was released August 6, 2008, which was apparently a few months before Jared and Gen started to officially date and about a month after they met. Of course the girls or "sisters" did also patch up the jeans and put other things on the jeans. It seemed to be implied these jeans ended up in the water somewhere in the fourth book and Effie didn't just "accidentally" lose them.

At the end of the summer, Effie, depressed at the loss of Brian to his original love, runs off to spend a week in Oia, Greece with her grandmother. She impulsively decides to take the Traveling Pants with her in order to get back at Tibby (for getting back together with Brian) and Lena (for always choosing her friends over her sister). She accidentally loses the Pants so she calls Lena, and when the other girls find out, they all travel to Greece to try to find them. It is here that Lena patches things up with Kostos and finds out everything was a mistake. Despite days of searching, the girls do not find the Pants. However, they enjoy spending time together, realizing that they haven't all been together in a year. They went to the ocean and saw a color in the ocean from something, the pants. They also realize that they had begun to rely on the Pants to maintain their connection, rather than trying to maintain it themselves. They vow to always maintain their bond but not to allow it to keep them from moving forward.

Ironic also how it was Lena played by Alexis who also at one point almost drowned while wearing the pants during the first movie, who was Jared's onscreen ex girlfriend as Rory Gilmore on "Gilmore Girls" and offscreen ex girlfriend, which lasted about a year between 2000 and 2001. What he said about it to Glamour in February 2021:

The "Supernatural" star then finally broke his silence in a February 2021 story with Glamour, revealing that the two hit it off while playing a fictional couple on the set. "It is true! But I had never met Alexis before the show. We did date," he told the outlet. "When Alexis and I met, we were both 17 years old and were both Texans and kind of in this new, strange city, and I was like, 'Hey, want to go out to dinner?' I don't know if we tried to keep it a secret. I wish it was scandalous or something! I think it was more kind of silly. We were two 17-year-old kids who were like, 'Hey, you want to go bowling?' It wasn't anything super juicy."

Oh my, how is all of this relevant you ask? I would say that Gen burning Jared's favorite jeans he had for years before he started dating Gen was at best questionable. I am going to guess that this was a bit of a ceremony just like Jensen said and that she was hoping to burn away the influences of his past. 'Cause "letting go" of past influences seems to be key here, like of old former loves. Jared did say the jeans were held together with love. He just wants love Gen, isn't a big money hungry man but whatever. Synchronicities are a thing, and it seems to me that the burning of these jeans ultimately actually "burned the bridge" between Gen and Jared beyond this lifetime.

I posted this newly released song "The Prophecy" by Taylor Swift in a post earlier and I believe it's not only relevant to Jensen but also Jared as well. Check out the song and lyrics below ♥ However, if someone wants to look at why someone would burn stuff from a psychological or criminal justice point of view, the most common reasons include profit, extremism, crime concealment, and what the applicable reason here would be revenge (real or perceived injustice) or just downright spite. There are laws today about burning people's things for a reason. It's legally not acceptable, it's not psychologically acceptable and in cases like this it is not acceptable in the eyes of higher powers.

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Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle Oh, but it's gone again And it was written I got cursed like Eve got bitten Oh, was it punishment?

Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?

Cards on the table Mine play out like fools in a fable, oh It was sinking in Slow is the quicksand Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand Oh, still I dream of him

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?

And I sound like an infant Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moonAnd I look unstable Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight In shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me It'll be ok

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?

Who do I have to speak to To change the prophecy?

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh But it's gone again

Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said Please

I would like to hope this was a one time deal with Gen burning Jared's stuff. However, I have a strange feeling that Jared finds things like this somehow something that should be tolerated and is evident in Geri donating a beloved shirt of his not long after he gave her the left side of the dresser. He glued together a mug she broke as apparently some foretelling of their relationship. I'm sorry to say this but the parallel between Geri getting rid of a shirt Cordell clearly loved WITHOUT asking him first and Gen burning Jared's favorite jeans he loved is pretty similar. Hmmm....

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kickingitwithkirk · 1 year

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When the past won't let go

Summary: Sometimes there’s more to the story

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader

Word Count: 2511

Warnings: cursing, past memories, angst, personal conflict, mentions of death, revealing secrets

Square Filled: Forbidden Relationship @walker-bingo

A/N: This segment is told from Walker's POV

A/N II: part six of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.

*Set between 2.05 Partners and Third Wheels & 2.06 Douglass Fir

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

Walker

“Agent Graves knew Stan Morrison killed your wife...”

Those eight words turned my heart inside out again.

It was a good thing Micki showed up at that moment, she took one look and ordered me to take a walk before I lost my shit and hospital security got called.

I ended up in one of the city's parks heading down a hiking trail that thankfully wasn’t busy this time of day came to an outcropping near the river, sat down, and took off my hat, letting it dangle between my legs, going back over that year.

The pain was followed by excessive drinking and extended workload, using both to numb me, barely going through the motions of life without actually being in it till the accident at home and decided it was best for all to leave, going undercover on Operation: Watch The Throne.

After months of trying to make inroads, those two women came; Twyla Jean, who got me into the Kings through a fake relationship, and Y/N, the mystery piece who made me put in the work to crack open the door she used to keep everyone at bay.

The one my memories, or is it my heart, refuses to release me from.

Later Stan’s betrayal was exposed after years of friendship..hell, the man was family, sent us all into a tailspin cumulated with us standing upon that spot forced him to confess after Emily stumbled upon a drug haul he pulled the trigger on the kill shot to save his own skin from Northside Nation.

All this time, now I’m wondering how many other things I’ve missed.

I peered through the view window to see Micki texting on her phone spotting me taps a finger to her lips, and came out quietly shutting the door.

“You cooled off?”

“Yeah, hey, thank you for giving me some time to sort stuff out.”

“Is it sorted?”

“For now. So did Y/N write anything else about Mannon?”

“She wrote down a few places he might be hiding but so far, no sign he’s been to any of them. The doctor came by and said she’ll be out tomorrow. I let Cap know and he’s arranging a safe house.”

“Okay, good.”

“So, you wanna tell me about it?”

“No.”

Micki’s eyebrow arched, “since when?”

I spy James coming down the hall, “how about not right now.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Hold him to what?” James asked, “Cap, we all set?” Micki deflected.

“Everything’s set but I’d rather finish this discussion a little more privately,” he opens the door for her to enter first, “I called in a couple of favors and got the safe house in Buffalo.”

“That’s not in our jurisdiction,” Micki says and James lowers his voice, “I did some digging. It’s not been substantiated but it’s looking like Mannon may not only have informants in Austin but other law enforcement agencies, so we need to fly under the radar on this.”

“You’re thinking Graves is on the leaks?”

“I could’ve told you that,” a scratchy voice answered.

“You’re supposed to be writing, not talking.” I sternly say and you give me that particular look hear James stifle a laugh before clapping my shoulder, “good luck with that.”

Next morning

The nurse had finished going over discharge instructions when James dropped by with the safehouse details and informed us that the landlord had taken what Y/N had of value as payment for damages and tossed everything else.

“My bag, y’all happen to confiscate it?” James shook his head, “I’m sorry, we didn’t find it.”

“What happened to the clothes I had on?”

“They had to cut your uniform off and you were barefoot.”

“Leave it to that sonuvabitch to take my last sixty-five bucks.” Y/N croaked out.

“I’ve already signed off on a purchase voucher for what you’ll need,” James said, “I’ll reach out to some contacts who can help with getting you back on your feet once we have Mannon in custody.”

Tugging at the robe-covered hospital gown, “wonder if they’ll let me keep this lovely ensemble, maybe get some of those awesome slippers to match since I don’t have a-pot to piss in.”

She broke off coughing and I grabbed the water cup, “that’s what you get for talking too much,” sticking the straw between her lips. “You can borrow my stuff till we get you some.”

“I’m no charity case, Ranger Walker,” Y/N mumbled around the straw.

“Never thought you were.”

Buffalo, TX

“Well, this is quaint.”

Micki’s sarcasm wasn’t far off.

The safe house turned out to be an older one-bedroom, one-bath ranch in the middle of nowhere with a pull-out and doorways I have to duck through.

“At least we got a clear view of the perimeter.”

“For once I’m happy it’s winter, makes it harder for anyone to hide, even in camo,” Micki commented. “We’ll still need to periodically check around that corpse of trees, looked pretty thick when we pulled in.”

“Let’s hope Mannon hasn’t caught on to our ruse and is following the decoy to Fredericksburg.”

Micki opened the fridge, “whoever set this up didn’t leave much, I better do a supply run.”

“Why you?”

“Cause an almost 6’5” Sasquatch in Ranger clothes isn’t gonna stand out?”

“Good point. Head out-of-town so locals stay in the dark.”

“I’ll change and go to Palestine or Mexia,” Micki grabs her bag and goes into the bedroom leaving the door cracked, “gotta feeling we'll be stuck here for a while, so I’ll double up on the groceries, especially with how much you pack away.”

“Funny, where’s Y/N?”

Micki walked out slipping on her jacket and crossing her arms, “locked herself in the bath muttering something about preferring the hoosgow then stuck in an ace in the hole with a tenderfoot and blatherskite. She’s got quite the mouth on her.”

“Y/N tends to be colorful when stressed.”

“What’s she like normally?”

“Sarcasm on a shingle.” Y/N sarcastically quips.

My breath hitched seeing you in my flannel and faded jeans, the type so worn in they’re almost too comfortable to take off, accentuating your curves that’ve haunted my dreams spot toes peeking out under the rolled cuffs.

“What’re you grinning at?”

“You ahh, you still wear that purple polish.”

“Right. I’m gonna get going,” I felt Micki’s scrutiny, mouthing behave, making mine downturn in response.

“I see Ramirez doesn’t tolerate any of your bullshine either.”

Not giving me a chance to respond, you walk off to the cupboard finding the extra set of bedding and pillows come back, cocking your head for me to move.

“What’re you doing?”

“Making up the pullout.”

“Okay, but you’re not sleeping out here.”

“Why?”

“What’d ya mean why? You’re doubling up with Micki..”

“You two can double up in this dice house, I’m parking it out here!”

“The hell you are! Look, your ex has proven he can slip in and out of places undetected so until he’s in custody, we’re going to need to keep you within eyesight 24/7.”

“Ranger Walker, does that mean you’re personally gonna join me in the bath and scrub my back?”

“I..you..you know that’s not what I meant!”

“I’m not going to argue this one,” your voice is wearing out from overuse, “Y/N you probably aren't gonna believe me but I understand what a traumatic..”

“How am I supposed to believe anything coming from that mouth of yours?” Shit, the sheer vitriol in your voice.

“I know this is my only chance at earning any trust from you again, and I‘m gonna be one hundred percent open and honest.” Sitting down I looked up at her with no filters, “remember me telling you about my wife?”

“You said she died in an accident.”

“Her name was Emily. The last time I saw her, she and a friend headed for the border, restocking supply stations. She called..she was so scared then I heard gunshots..I tried calling her back but I knew.”

Fuck, feel like I’m gonna choke on my tongue.

“After the funeral, I buried myself in the job and the bottle. Finally, my family, James, and Stan Morrison did an intervention. I couldn’t be there anymore so I told them I was taking the undercover job outta town..and lost myself in those months. ”

I wasn’t expecting you to sit down next to me, let alone place your hand on my leg, and took the risk of placing my hand on top of yours.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes and have no right but I am asking you to give me, Cordell Walker, a chance to prove you can trust me.”

Days later

“How much more time does she need?” Micki snapped.

Y/N’s indecisiveness was wearing on all our nerves, seriously thinking of hitting that bottle I’d snuck in.

Of course, it didn’t help this morning Micki decided to try talking, okay, she tried some psychoanalysis learned from Adrianna, leading to one helluva blowout that had me physically hauling Y/N outside like a sack of taters.

Glancing away from you angrily pacing outside to an equally angry Micki, “as long as she needs. Look, we’re all tired and cranky..”

“You think?”

“We can’t push..”

“.. then implement those charms of yours Beau so we can..”

“Wrap this up and move on to the next case?”

We both startled not hearing you come in, “gee, wish it was that easy for me, I’d love to be able to move on from this.”

“You’ve had ample opportunity to tell anyone in law enforcement..”

“If I had, I'd been dead a long time ago.”

“What?”

“There’s a shitload more to this than you’ve been told.”

“Walker, grab that bottle I know you’ve got, and let’s all get real comfortable,” Micki retrieved three cups and sat down.

“I don’t wanna discuss my personal goings-on so let’s start with what brought him here.” Y/N threw back her drink, “ya know why I ditched my real name?”

“Your file wasn’t clear.”

“Because I wouldn’t play their reindeer games.” Not entirely sure where she was going and Micki appeared as puzzled as me. “Wait, you two really don’t know who my family are?”

“No.”

“Daddy got his start by helping certain elected individuals with their less-than-legal activities. In appreciation, they made him Senator Y/D/L/N.”

“One of the Senators who confirms PSC appointments,” Micki states, and I add, “PSC oversees DPS,” some more pieces click, “he found out about Stan’s illegal activities.”

Y/N tapped the side of her nose.

“The mysterious appearance of pension funds also blipped on the Secret Services financial investigations radar but they didn’t have enough tangible evidence against Morrison. It was sheer coincidence Eric was sent at the same time the Kings started robbing banks.”

“The Kings started a few months before Walker went undercover.”

“No, they’d started small a few years ago, Clint wanted it down to a T before moving on to bigger game, that was Eric’s in. He came up with partnering with Northside; in exchange for laundering the money, they’d make a delivery or pickup while on the circuit, that’s how Clint, Crystal, and Jaxon got misdemeanor drug charges. When Twerp came in, Clint persuaded her into giving Northside banking information on the businesses they were interested in, like The Side Step and Carlos Mendoza's family businesses.”

“Wow, gotta give it to Graves,” Micki interjects, “she’s better at burying shit than I’d given her credit for.”

Y/N gave me a curious look, “you didn’t know any of this?”

“No, but it makes sense, what Stan said, this can’t go on. I thought it was my screwing up at home but I was already getting too close before going under, why he hoped that the Rodeo Kings would end me.”

“Just like Clint, might’ve called you family but didn’t stop him from turning if he thought you were a threat.”

Micki pointedly glares at Y/N, “and you blithely went along with them, not caring who got hurt..”

Y/N shot outta her seat and disappeared outside.

Shit!

I sat down next to Y/N and leaned back against the same corps trees that half circled a small pond hand her one of the mugs I’d brought.

“Been out here awhile, thought you might need a warm-up.” She took a sip and smiled, “you’ve never forgotten what I like since that first time you offered me coffee.”

“My daddy told me before I got married, ‘son, the key to a happy marriage is never forget what a woman likes to drink’.”

Y/N sighed, “Clint always was crazier than a Kiowa Paint Mare, somewhere along the way, he got twisted. I never believed he’d take things that far, or hurt your family as he did.”

“How’d you..”

“Trevor. He told me everything but your real name.”

“Clint blamed me for Crystal, for what happened that day, wanted me to understand what it was to suffer. If Trevor hadn’t interfered, I’da killed him with my bare hands.”

“Then you’d have become him.”

“Hmph, I’ve been on the edge of that precipice more than once.” “But you didn’t jump,” she said, “your Jimmy Cricket didn’t let you.”

“Let your conscience be your guide Jimmy Cricket?”

“No, don’t know what else to call it. That something that stops you from stepping off the ledge of not coming back,” she shrugged.

“For me, it’s my family. No matter how hard it gets, they never gave up on me.”

Y/N starts playing with the chain for my dog tags, making the rational part of my brain holler at me this is wrong, she’s under my protection and off limits.

Irrational desire flames in me as her feathery touch makes my skin tingles, accept the invitation of tasting her sweet lips.

A hand covering my mouth instinctively made me grab their arm.

“Walker, it’s me,” Y/N whispered before removing her hand, “stay quiet, there are people moving around outside.”

“How many?”

“Not sure but I saw three night-sights.”

Shit, not good hear Micki stirring, “hey, we’ve got company.”

***

“Slow down but don’t stop,” I reach for my duffel from the floorboard.

“Walker, whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

“Stick to the plan..”

“..you bailing out of a moving vehicle wasn’t..”

“He’s right,” Y/N grabs hers, “sticking together gonna get you killed. I’ll split, you two can say it was during the firefight and..”

“..I’m coming with you..”

“..the hell you are..”

“..you are in my custody and my responsibility. Micki, got any extra cash on you?”

I rifled through the wallet she tossed me, “get Liam to discretely look into Graves’s recent activities, got a feeling Mannon’s sudden appearance wasn’t random, and tell James I’ll be in contact in a few days.”

“Walker..”

“I know. Be careful Flor, we don’t know who to trust inside the circle anymore.”

Glancing in the rearview mirror, “on three.”

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @b3autyfuldisast3r @lassie-bird @nancyml @spnbaby-67 @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

#walkerbingo #cordell walker #cordell walker x reader #micki ramirez #liam walker #larry james #walker #walker texas ranger #omc #jared padalecki

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1-800-papaya · 10 months

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Cowgirls Don't Cry

Cordell Walker x Sister!Magnolia Rae Walker (OC) Warnings: Mentions of death and grief, but mostly fluff and emotional conversations.

Author note | This is very rough in terms of editing, and any and all types of feedback is greatly appreciated.

There’s this feeling when the glue dies, when it becomes clear that someone important and special dies and the mark, they left of the rest of the family becomes clear. That feeling permeated every aspect of life and everybody dealt with the grief in different ways. Maggie threw herself head long into her work, she tended to the horses in the stables all hours of the day and night. Her brother Cordell left and fell into a dark hole, Liam became the glue and voice of reason. That was until Liam proposed the idea of him filing for custody of Stella and August, that broke Maggie’s hold on all that was sane.

***

The room was still as Liam’s proposal sank in, his words shaking Maggie’s resolve as she tired her best not to lash out. As much as she wanted to reach across the table and punch her brother in the face, she couldn’t do it, not in front of the kids.

“How dare you,” Maggie seethed, her face not hiding the anger she held for her brother in that moment. The rest of the walker family simply stared at the young brunette women as she uncharacteristically fought with the middle Walker sibling.

“What do you mean, Stella and Auggie need stability and a Cordell isn’t here to do it so why not” Liam spoke, trying to reason with his little sister. While normally the only daughter of Abeline and Bonham Walker would join her brother in being the voice of reason in the family, today it seemed Liam’s words were the straw that broke the camels back.

“Don’t talk like he’s gone, Cords not gone like that” Maggie chastised her brother trying desperately to not raise her voice in front of Stella and August, but she couldn’t help it. In her mind, Liam’s suggestion was him talking like Cordell was dead and the family needed to move on.

“Maggie, Your brother isn’t suggesting anything,” Abeline tired to sooth her only daughter’s rage. “Not in front of the kids” she urged her child.

“No Momma, He’s…He’s talking as Cord’s never coming back” Maggie said teary eyed. While Maggie always told people that she loved both her brothers equally, something about Emily’s death and Cordell leaving that in this moment she despised Liam.

“Magnolia Rae Walker” Bonham’s firm voice cut harshly though the impending fight. Maggie looked at her father in teary silence. Without another word Maggie left the room, the house and escaped to the only place she’d ever felt at peace, the stables.

Liam found his sister sniffing away and rubbing her eyes with her head in her hands, tucked away in the corner of an empty stall. She had dug up a blanket the siblings had kept in the barn for moments just like this. Stepping into the stall, Liam sat down pulling his sister in his arms.

“I’m sorry, we all miss him you know” Liam spoke into his sister’s hair as sobs racked through her. Her walls crumbling as she was enveloped in the safety of her brother’s arms. While she might have hated Liam for his suggestion, the comfort she felt in his arms was something she was craving as her emotions got the best of her. The siblings sat there in the silent night, Liam letting Maggie cry.

“Frist Emily and now Cordi, I don’t know if I can do it any more Liam”.

“You’re not alone Rae”.

“Is he dead?” While her question was not out of the realm of possibility, the fact that his teary-eyed sister had timidly asked it anyway shook Liam a little. Liam didn’t respond for a minute; he didn’t know what to say to console her. In the end Liam only whispered a simple ‘no’, causing a new, fresh wave of tears to flood down her blotchy cheeks.

For the following months Liam regularly checked in with his sister and soon persuaded her to talk to someone. While Maggie still threw herself into her work, her conversations with Dr Levitt helped her redirect her pain and loss into healing via her interactions with her family. Maggie invested deeply into both Stella and August’s life and schooling, she encouraged both teens to came and talk to her when they needed or no one else would listen, Aunty Maggie would listen. The Walker family learned to move forward, to understand their feelings relating to Emily’s death, even with the dark cloud of Cordell’s absence looming over them. Magnolia never wanted to take Emily’s place as the family’s glue, but when a void appears in the family, someone must fill this important role.

When Cordell returned it was like the last few months never happened. The moment Maggie laid eyes on her brother, and she saw the worn look in his eyes, the stone walls and supports she’d built crumbled within seconds. She became distant once again, throwing herself into her work on the ranch once again.

***

The sun was slowly rising over the family ranch when Cordell drove back up the drive. His brain foggy with memories of Emily. The ranch was quiet, at this time in the morning, he didn’t think a single soul would be up yet. Then he saw Maggie walk across the yard and towards the stables. Even from this distance, Cordell could see the sag in her shoulders and the sluggishness in her walk. Sat in his truck a little longer and watched as a small smile graced his sisters’ lips when she opened the stable doors and greeted the horses housed within. Later, when he entered the family kitchen, his sister was notably absent.

“Morn’ Mamma,” Cordell greeted Abeline Walker, embracing her and kissing her head.

“Morning Darling” Abeline gestured to the pot of coffee on the counter and flipped the pancakes.

“Where’s Nolia?”

“Probably out with the horses, why don’t you go rangle her in for breakfast” His mother asked as Cordell downed his first coffee of the day. Cordell merely nodded and ventured out to the stables. The family’s large stables oak doors were swung wide open, and Cordell could see his sister tending to an young Tennessee walker colt.

“He’s new” Quipped the Texas ranger.

“Yeah, Daddy and I found him injured wondering the Davison’s old land” Maggie answered absentmindedly, stroking the nose of the chestnut-coloured colt.

“What’s his name” By now Cordell was leaning against the door to the colt’s stall.

“Cordi”

“You missed me that much huh”.

“Yeah, I guess mamma sent you” Maggie quipped turning to her brother, Cordell once again merely nodded in response, “You want to see something”. Cordell raised his eyebrows in query, Maggie mentioned for him to follow her. The pair walked further down the stables.

“You remember Pop tart the Appaloosa mare daddy got me for my birthday a few years ago,” Cordell hummed, that horse had been Magnolia’s pride and joy, she rode the mare any chance she could come rain or shine, “Well a few months ago she had a filly”.

Maggie leant against a new stall, this one was occupied by a large white and grey speckled appaloosa and a smaller almost identical filly. “I couldn’t help myself and named her Emily”.

Cordell watched as the small filly crossed the stall and left the comfort zone of her mother. Reaching his hand into the stall, the filly gave a tentative sniff. Maggie nudged her brother’s arm and handed him a small carrot, which he offered to the foal. Emily excitably munched on the treat before pushing her head into Cordell’s hand once more, searching for more carrots.

“Why Emily,”

“She was born a week after you left, everyone was so lost, when daddy asked me what we should call her, Emily was the only name I could think of. The kids seemed to brighten up a little when I told them her name. Stella even helped me tend to her those first few months” She answered as she refilled the feed and water buckets in the stall.

Weeks past before Cordell got the courage to talk to his little sister again, this time he came armed with the knowledge of Liam betrayal and how defensive the young women had gotten. Once again, he found her tending to the horses in the barn.

“Maggie” Came Cordell’s voice, laced with an unusual mix of uncertainty and confidence for the Texas ranger. The women in question simply hummed in acknowledgement as she brushes the stallion’s coat. “I know what Liam did”

The barn remained silent; it was as if the few months that Cordell had been undercover were a period that his sister mere wished to forget now that he has come home.

“We were all grieving Em’s death and then your disappearing act really rocked to boat” Magnolia’s voice was soft as her hand stilled, Adonis – the stallion maggie was tending to whined slightly at the lack of attention. “Then Liam suggested petitioning for custody of the kids, i…I just couldn’t believe he even thought about it…to me it felt like he thought you were never coming back and…I…I thought he was suggesting y…you…were…dead” She stuttered around her tears. Cordell didn’t respond both his brother and Stella had recounted the pain and anger in the usually soft and understanding women when Liam brought up his idea at family dinner. Instead, he simply stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Magnolia.

“I know, thank you for defending me”.

“Always”

“Now,” Cordell said after separating from the hug and clasping his hands together, “Whatever Momma is cooking smells absolutely amazing” Magnolia smiled and followed her brother back into the family home, linked at the elbows like they use to do as kids.

Abeline’s smile grew when she saw her children walk into the kitchen, Magnolia giggling loudly, seemingly at something Cordell had said. For their mother, it sparked joy to see her baby girl smile a genuine smile, something that hadn’t graced her lips since the family received the news of Emily’s death. She hoped and prayed that night that the smile on Magnolia’s lips never had to leave ever again.

#cordell walker #liam walker #stella walker #august walker #Cordell Walker x Sister!OC #cowgirl #country girl #cordell walker x reader

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walker-extended-universe · 1 year

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ship meme ask thingy: Cordell x Emily

Ship It

What made you ship it?

Jared and Gen made me ship it <3

What are your favorite things about the ship?

We haven't gotten to see much of them but they're high school sweethearts, which is adorable, and they love and support each other. Emily made him so happy and losing her absolutely destroyed him </3

She was so eccentric and a free spirit, which contrasted nicely with his more down-to-earth personality. They were It for each other and idk I just want a love like that

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

This is just a personal headcanon of mine but I think that Emily came from a rich family that didn't approve of her marrying "beneath" her and that's part of why we don't see any of her family

#walker #ask game #cordell walker #emily walker #cordell/emily

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reiignonme-moving · 2 years

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— [ 👑 @heldheart ] ❛ requested this meme.

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. alexandra x cordell.

NAME: Angela Holly Walker. GENDER: Female, she/her pronouns. GENERAL APPERANCE: Long honey blonde hair, lanky and tall like her father, standing at 5′ 10″. Dark eyes. Rarely seen without her hair and make up done. PERSONALITY: Life and soul of the party, loud, a little brash but with a heart of gold. Rebellious streak that her parents blamed Hoyt for. SPECIAL TALENTS: Loves and it gifted at photography like August and her father’s first wife, Emily. WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: Cordell. WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: Alex. PERSONAL HEAD CANON: Always spoke about becoming a Ranger when older, but became a photographer for a local paper instead. Became a Ranger in her late twenties. FACE CLAIM: Lili Reinhart.

#heldheart #to be tagged.

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daddycest-hub · 1 year

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Thank you! :) 1st-R U open to writing about Plus Sized Y/N Sons/Nephews &/or Daughters/Nieces X Winchester/Walker/Rawlins Daddies &/or Uncles? 2nd-What Amorous Animals, besides Dogs, Horses, & Wolves, do U think Winchesters/Walkers/Rawlins like to play with? ;) Like... Octopuses & Bulls, Coyote & Foxes, Snakes??? ;) 3rd-What are ur Taboo Thoughts & Filthy Feelings about a Hunky, Hung, & Musky Minotaur Male Stud X Emily & Stella Walker? A Best Friend of C OR Bully of A who wants to Breed them! ;)

I'm not really against it but it's not something that I usually write

Dogs, Horses, and Wolves are more my area but I'd be willing to test out the others. Oh, and if you wanna get into fantasy creatures: dragons!

Oooooo that's an interesting one. Let me think..... Cordell's best friend, who's secretly lusted after Emily and/or Stella this whole time. He'd never act on it, of course, until he gets hit with a curse that not only gives him a spectacular body but also a raging lust and a breeding kink. Not sure how I feel about the August's bully angle..... Maybe August's friend? Or someone who's been pining after Stella for a while?

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rpsocsandcanonohmy · 1 year

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SEND ME 🤍 + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… Emily x Cordell

Who cooks meals for the other?

Emily. Cordell's not useless in the kitchen but she's better

Who spams the other with memes?

Emily. Cordell is a bit useless at social media

Who likes to tidy around the house?

Cordell. He likes to help out where he can

Who likes to play pranks on the other?

Neither

Who asked the other to move in with them?

Cordell. He takes pride in being a provider

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?

Emily. She just has better taste.

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?

Emily. She's cute so she gets away with it.

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?

Cordell needs to hold Emily. It's not just for her sake ;)

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?

Emily has to help Cordell. She's just more used to it. And he likes it when she leans over his shoulder to check out his problem

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?

Emily. She likes making him blush.

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?

Cordell wakes up first for his work. He tries to let Emily rest but she usually ends up waking up anyway

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?

Emily ;)

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?

Neither

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?

Cordell gets woken up by the occasional punch/kick

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?

Cordell is better because he's had more practice. He'd let her win but her competitiveness won't let her accept pity victory. He's not allowed to show mercy

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?

They both do it an equal amount.

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fandom-hoarder · 1 year

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omg stella x cordi, i'd never even considered it, but i'm here for it

Duuuude I love Stella x Cordi so much it's ridiculous 😂🥰

That necklace thing while she's worried about Cordell is giving me SO MUCH to daydream about now 😍😍😍 and @cordellwinchesterwalker has been feeding my brainrot

Right now I'm loving the idea that it's Emily's ring on Stella's necklace, and she wears it like a covert wedding ring, and worries at it when she's worried about Cordell. 👀👀👀👀

#asks #anon ask #stella x cordi #walker spoilers #me.txt

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reyofluke-ocs · 2 years

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Okay but realizing Mitch Pileggi was in NCIS as a guest star at the same time Emily Wickersham was a main cast member is almost like the universe telling me to catch up on Walker and develop Franny more alongside my other current main ocs. Or maybe I just hate Cordell x Geri THAT much.

#hannah speaks

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let-me-be-your-home · 3 years

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Cordell x Emily | 1x12

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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Forever & Always An Outsider (Cordell Walker x Daughter!Reader)

[Walker-Masterlist]

Summary: Your dad came back. Finally. But what would he do if he found out how you had been treated? That his family failed to accept your rightful place with them. Your life needed change before you were too far gone.

Words: 2,495

Warnings: language, angst, feels, suffering in silence, losing yourself, most of the Walkers are assholes (I love the actors & their characters, this is just fiction!), I’m incredibly proud of this one (pls tell me what y’all think - requests for Walker & more are open!), (Y/A) = your age, (Y/E/C) = your eye color

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were (Y/N) Walker. Through & through. Worthy of that last name. Emily not being your biological mother should not matter, right? It was her who raised you with Cordell. It was her who tucked you in at night. It was her who was there when you woke up in the middle of the night, screaming, because nightmares invaded your peaceful slumber. It was her who you called mom. So why the hell were you different? Why were you not treated the same way Stella & Augie were?

It was not your decision to be the child of one of Cordell’s one night stands. Neither was it your decision to be abandoned by the same woman who had carried you inside of her body for nine months. And it sure as hell was not your decision to be laid at the front porch of the Walker property. A note the only explanation who you were & why you were brought here in the middle of the night. A paternity test later & it was confirmed. You were Cordell’s daughter. Not even once did Emily think any less of you. The same thing for Cordell. Because you were their daughter. Fully. You were their child, as much as Stella & August were. You cried when you received the news of your mother’s passing. Just as much as the rest of the family. Cordell’s decision to leave was just as hard for you as it was for everyone else.

Daily calls had been left unanswered. Who could you possibly talk to if not your dad? Who would listen to your complaints, your pain, your grief, if not him? The years growing up had never been easy for you, there was no denying that. Yet, the second you were left alone with Cordell’s parents & your siblings, your life turned into living hell for you. It had never been kept secret that you were not Emily’s biological child. From early on, the both of them tried to explain your situation to you so you did not feel like they were keeping important information from you. Acceptance was what you needed. But it also was what you did not get. As a kid, of course you would never mention being treated differently. After all, it was your normal. It was something you got used to. Your parents seemed oblivious to the dirty glances that your grandparents threw your way. They did not notice that they spent more time with your siblings. Growing up in such a household, where support was only partly given, changed you as you got older. You were (Y/A) years old now. Old enough that the realization had kicked in. The reason why they treated you like an outsider was simple. Because you were one. An outsider.

You could not hide the disappointment you felt towards your dad when he returned. He left you. During a time where it felt like your head was underwater. Where you felt like you were drowning. And everybody watching you did not lift a finger to help you out of the dark & endless water surrounding your weak & broken body. No. They were busy dealing with everything on their own. Leaving you out entirely. Your dad was back. Finally. And as much as you hated him for leaving, your relief was bigger than the negativity that had been eating inside of you. Again, a person you connected to on a deeper level was with you. The only soul who accepted you. As you were. No friendships ever ended working out. The relationship with the rest of your family did not need any more discussing.

All those months of you keeping to yourself did not change a single thing. Your voice had only been used when someone had explicitly directed their words at you. Why bother talking to them? The only thing you had ever received was weird look after weird look. Hell, you had months alone to grieve. The hours you had spent crying in your room, all alone in the middle of the night, had not helped dealing with your loss. It was true, you were not the only one in this family who had lost someone. The difference was that you were the only one who had been left alone. Because the moment Cordell left, your support system went with him. The one thing you had never learned was being alone & staying alive.

An unnatural feeling was inside your home the day your dad arrived here. If you took a sharp knife, you could cut the tension precisely. But Cordell tried. His efforts did not go unnoticed by you. A small smile, a simple touch. Your way of acknowledging his attempts. The change in your family was noticeable. Connecting with his parents, with Stella & Augie, was not easy. Not at all. You, on the other hand, you were a changed person entirely. Not the funny, joyful girl you had once been. More like a closed book, encrypted with a lock. The key long gone, getting rusty at the bottom of a deep, lurid river.

Conversations over dinner were held briefly. Your dad being the only one to start them by things he remembered you guys liked. The burning need inside of you to talk to him was pushed down further. The looks you would receive were not really what you anticipated. But nobody knew. The silent battle you had been fighting for the last months had been ignored. Had your dad been here, he would have noticed something was off. Right away. A look in your (Y/E/C) eyes was all it took. But that was the past. This person had died a long time ago. Worrying was all that could be done for the time being. If you were to talk, you would come to him yourself. No need for him to force you into a situation you were highly uncomfortable in.

The bags under your eyes were present. The light in your eyes completely gone. Like the last ounce of strength had been sucked out of your body. Your clothes did not fit the way they used to. Loose hoodies, even looser pants. Your form slowly disappearing. Not only feeling like you were unseen, but actually becoming invisible. There was not a single moment of the day where you were fully awake. You had not been sleeping much. Something your dad could relate to. Most nights, he spent in company with a bottle of whiskey. The only friend to numb the pain for a little while. Alcohol was not your solution. Did not mean that yours was any healthier.

It had become a routine for you. Waiting until the house was sound asleep. Your mind the only one being awake. Your thoughts the only ones running miles & miles per hour. Eventually, you always found yourself seated outside, on top of the roof. Being a bit closer to the stars aligning the night sky. Being a bit closer to her. Others might find it silly. You talking into the night, waiting for some echo of the past. Waiting for a sign that she heard you. Your complaints. Your pain. Your grief. Your love. Spending hours crying. Begging for her to make it stop. Begging for them to love you the way she used to.

The cold breeze hit your exposed skin. A sign that your body still reacted to certain things. Texas nights were chilly. A nice contrary to the heat that dragged itself through most days. A hoodie would do. Some sweatpants. But you needed the goosebumps. Needed them to remind you that you were still here. Still breathing. You owed it to your mom. To keep fighting. Because she did not have the chance to anymore. Tears were threatening to escape your glossy eyes. You would not let them fall. Deep down, you knew she would want you to be strong. Not to cry over her. Because of her. But it was so hard. Each day, the weight got heavier. Each day, you lost yourself a bit more. There was only so much a single person could take. To you, it felt like the limit was almost reached. Soon, you would overflow. Who knew what would happen if you let it get that far?

“Your mom used to love that place.” a soft but deep voice interrupted the peaceful silence that encircled your body. Looking over your shoulder to find your dad standing only mere feet away from you.

“Really?” the pain could be heard through your small voice. Broad shoulders touched yours.

“She was up here when she needed time to think.” elbows propped up on his knees. You could brush him off. Pretending to be fine. Explaining that fresh air was all you needed. That you would head inside in a minute. Truthfully, you did not want to do any of this. The fight had been going on for too long. You were close to losing it. This was a sign that, maybe, you were not yet at the end. That, maybe, there was still enough time to get up & start anew. Talking alone felt like too much effort. It required too much strength. Strength that you did not have. Not anymore.

“Something happened to you while I was gone.” the statement left a tension between you. “I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.” his eyes took in your side profile. You did not dare to look at him. It meant risking to break into tears. The tears you had been holding in for so long.

“I don’t even know myself anymore.” as a father, hearing your child say such words, it broke his heart. Into a million pieces. The universe did not give him a break. First Emily. Now you. Yes, you were alive. But watching you disappear right in front of his eyes hurt just as much.

“Talk to me.” his words were not an order. If you wanted to, you could up & leave. Right this instant. Something told you to stay. He was here, after all. Your dad. And he cared enough to look out for you. More than the others had done these past few months.

“I always wondered if mom & you noticed.” your eyes were focused on a branch that wavered in the far distance. The leaves pushed from one side to the other, controlled by the wind. There was no interruption. If you needed to get something off your chest, then the most Cordell could do was listen. Making you feel as if you were not alone. As if he was not leaving you. Not again. Because he was not.

“Grandma & grandpa have never looked at me the way they look at Stella. At Augie. To them, I was never their grandchild. I was just there. I was never an equal. And I was fine with it, you know? Because I had mom. I had you. And that was all the support I needed. Then mom died. And you left. And suddenly, it felt like there was nobody I could talk to. Nobody who could hug me to make me feel at least a tiny bit better. They were this tight-knit group. And I was alone.” the steadiness, the monotony in your voice was scary. To you, it had been your normal for the longest time. Cordell knew that it was partly his fault. Leaving you during one of the hardest times in your life was plainly wrong. No apology could ever bring back the time you had lost.

“I’m sorry.” it was not much. Definitely not enough. Definitely not what you deserved. Yet, it was all that could be given to you in this moment. A strong, muscular arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his warm body. The heat of his form immediately transferring to your skin. His embrace was a safe haven. His cologne so familiar. You had missed him. So much. Only when he touched you were you overwhelmed by every single emotion you had ignored for the last couple of months. Silent tears made their way down your cheeks, leaving a salty taste at the corners of your mouth.

“It’s fine.” one thing had not changed. Always making sure that others would not worry about you. People knew you for your fierce & strong personality. It was not too late to get the old you back. With much work, much love & support, you could change for the better again.

“It’s not.” Cordell knew you were one to carry everything on your own. That trait was given to you from him. He recalled how Emily had mentioned it when you were a small child. The one thing you always did was putting others first, forgetting about yourself in the process. That was something the both of you had to work on. Something the both of you needed to improve. The start would make him talking to the rest of the family. Now that he knew about your daily struggles, he made it his job to do everything to change it. For your sake. Because that was what Emily would have wanted. It was what he wanted for you. All of your years, you had been nothing but kind & loving towards his parents, Stella & August. The kindness you shared with them was not necessary. You had been treated wrongly for years & Cordell blamed himself for being too blind to see clearly.

Again, silence enveloped you & neither of you talked. It was comforting. Him being back. Him wanting to help. He hugged you close to him. Squeezing your shoulders every now & then. A simple sign of letting you know that he was still here. With you.

“I’ll talk to them.” if it were not for the night to be so calm, you would have missed his words entirely. “I’ll make this right.” this was a silent promise. A promise that he would stay. A promise that you no longer had to keep your grief locked inside. A promise that your family would be just that. A family. A family who treated each other equally. Loved each other endlessly. Supported each other whenever it was possible. Maybe it was the scene you found yourself in. The almost black night sky, illuminated by the moon, by thousands of little stars. Showing you that there were a million small reasons for a light in a mass of darkness. Bits & pieces of hope. Maybe this was your sign. The sign you had waited for every night. The sign from your mom. Telling you that it was worth fighting for. Worth fighting for the little things. Because each of those were beautiful in their own way. Each of those deserved appreciation. Each of those could brighten up the dark life you found yourself in. And light was all you needed right now.

Published (03/26/2021) by Cathy

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Catholic School

Summary: Just some Smutty Smut Buuuuut I wanted to do something fun & different. For some reason I thought it was weird to me that Walker seemed so pissed about his parents putting his daughter in catholic school and of course my mind went to find a strange way to make that sexual.Soooooo yeah here’s my first Walker fic. My little black body isn’t a huge fan of glorifying lawenforcement (like we see oftenly in the show) so idk how many more Walker fics we’ll get but, I had to do this one for my Jared girls!

Word Count :2,714

Pairing:Walker x Emily/you( Idk I wrote it weird)

“Is that all of it?” He asked, mock huffing as he set down the container of things at the top of your pyramid of boxes.

“You better not knock over my stuff.” you shout over your shoulder. As you reach out to resume setting up your bookcase, you hear a shuffle and crash. The box’s contents cover the floor,and instead of scolding him for what you knew he would do ,you turn back to the shelf, right after shooting him a look to let him know he would absolutely be held responsible for removing the mess.

“I’m sorry babe that’s my fault.” He chuckled, getting onto his knees to begin the process of cleaning up. You just roll your eyes and return to your shelf.

“ Woah ,woah! What is this ? Why haven’t I seen you in this!?!” He exclaims whirling you around and practically smacking you in the face with the skirt from your old high school uniform.

“Because you didn’t go to Our Lady of Peace”t

You retort smartly,smacking the skirt away from your nose.

“See that’s not fair!” He says ,grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in. Cordell Walker wasn’t always the ridiculously goofy & sentimental type. In fact, he was working his way into being one of the best law enforcement officers this area had ever seen. But, as he held the skirt up to your waist, his strong arms around you, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip as he kissed directly below your ear before whispering “please”.

As stupid as it was a small part of you did want to know if you could still fit into the uniform. And an even larger part of you couldn’t wait to use it as your secret weapon later, to get out of doing laundry or some other menial household chore. Moving in together was a big step.It was thrilling and exciting but, so far it hasn’t been without its challenges. You noted this part particularly as you looked down at your pile of items discarded from the box; dusting the edge of your peripheral vision.

“Fine” you breathe lightly, feigning disinterest “but you’re gonna regret it.”

“Em. There’s no way that’s possible.” he calls out shooting you a toothy grin. You allow the door to slam behind you ,cutting him off from sharing whatever fantasies he had worked up with the slam of the door between you. Surprisingly, the skirt slipped on with unimaginable ease, and the rest of your time was spent judging yourself in the mirror. The skirt barely covered your butt, you were aware. And the whore in you absolutely couldn’t wait to rush out and show him. Cordell was a calm Texas boy, a sweet and simple lover, truth be told you had wondered often about how to pull out his dark side and this skirt may be just the thing to do it. You had seen him slam suspects against a wall and tackle down perps. But, that was emotion reserved specifically for when he was angry, and never directed towards you. It wasn’t that you wanted him to be upset with you. But, you had been together long enough to understand sweet Walker and something in you desperately wanted to know what was beneath that.

You took off your t-shirt and threw it in the hamper, allowing the black lace of your bra to show itself fully in connection with the red and black plaid of the skirt.

“You’re done for Walker.” You laugh as you open the door to see him standing in the hallway, he had been waiting for you, practically on his tip-toes jumping for excitement.

“ Oh my gawd.” The Texas twang in his voice was unmistakable. You smile up at him, stepping into the hall when you are met by a large, veiny hand on the skin of your bare stomach. “No.” He says slowly pushing you back into the bedroom. “ I can’t let you go anywhere like that.” You watch the expression on his face, as his eyes turn hungry and his grip changes from pushing you to his fingers lightly digging into your skin.

“Get on the bed.” He commands. You do as you’re told, looking up at him innocently while sitting on the side of the bed.He sits next to you and begins running a hand up your thigh.

“You know you’re ridiculously hot in this outfit right?” You just look at him,pretending to be entirely unaware of what the outfit was doing to him.

“Tell me something.” he says, rubbing the expanse of your leg again. “What’s the sluttiest thing you did in this outfit?” Your eyes shot up to meet his, and then immediately looked away.

“Unh uhhh.” he warned, moving his hand up from your thigh to meet your warmth. You gasp lightly at his touch, and your response causes a dark smirk to play at the corner of his lips.

You can feel him push pressure onto your clit and allow yourself to close your eyes.

“Don’t tell me you never let anyone bend you over a desk and tell you how good it feels to be inside you catholic girl?” he joked. You let out a light moan as he pushed two fingers inside.

“Your darkest highschool secret.Come on, tell me.” You can feel his breath hitch as you lightly move your hips, changing your position on his fingers.

“I-I wanted my history teacher.” you breathe. You had no idea why you revealed that.

“Good girl….tell me more.”

“I’d pull my skirt up so he could see, then I’d bend over and pick up books, or lean all the way over a desk to help a classmate, anything I could do to get his attention.” Once you started talking you couldn’t stop.You wanted to tell him every filthy thing you had ever done or even thought of.

“Mmmm he made you wet didn’t he baby?” you shut your eyes even tighter not wanting to see his face, for fear of his reaction. A highschool teacher as a student’s first real crush isn’t out of the ordinary but he had a way of bringing out your dirtiest thoughts.

“Yes.” you allowed out in a shaky breath. He pumped his hands faster into you.

“But you’ve done dirtier things than that right babygirl?” he asks. Fuck .Why did he have to call you baby girl? He knew that was a weakness, and clearly he didn’t intend on taking it easy on you anytime soon.

“In class” you whisper “I stayed after to finish a test once.” your breathing is becoming ragged, he has to know you don’t have much longer before his hand sends you over the edge.

“And what happened?” he asks gently near your ear, the smoothness of his voice now, contrasting with the force he is using to fuck his hands into you.

“I knew he liked me, he couldn’t say it but, he did.”

“So you teased him.” he pushes his fingers into you, sending you over the edge. Your head drops back between your shoulder blades and you open your eyes, to look at him as you moan your way through your orgasm. Looking up at him as innocently as possible.He gets up from the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. You somehow manage to recover, as he moves toward you, setting you up father onto the mattress. He places the pad of his thumb at the top of your bottom lip, running it over the puffy, pink skin of your pout.

“You’re such a beautiful little fuck doll.”he moans , pushing his thumb inside your mouth, you suck on it, submissively. You hear him undoing his pants with his other hand, and soon he’s on top of you, covering your body with his. The skin-to-skin contact is deliciously fulfilling and you want to feel every inch of him over you.

“Open your legs for me princess.” he commands but,your head is swimming with adrenaline and you barely hear him.

“Don’t make me ask twice, baby.” He says, forcing your knees apart, opening you up wide for him to see. You feel the heat of him next to your opening and roll your hips, trying to get him into you but,he doesn’t allow you to satisfaction. Instead, he leans in, kissing you deeply, exploring your mouth. You watch as he pulls back,your lips graze his adam’s apple slowly kissing down his lightly stubbled neck. Suddenly, you feel his lips close to your ear and he begins questioning you again.

“I like that you’re a good girl.”he says calmly “ But,I know your mind is dirty…...tell me what you really did.”he commands.

“I - I -” he cuts you off from even being able to answer by pushing himself into you, filling you up and causing an involuntary moan to escape your lips. He smiled down at you but,didn’t move his hips. He allows you time to adjust to him, when your breathing steadies, you try to talk again.

“My friend had told me that her boyfriend had fingered her at the movies,I wasn’t really interested in the story but, she did say that it felt good, and I guess I was intrigued or something I don’t know.” He pushed into you slowly, and you could see the darkness in his eyes. He was revelling in the story,turned on by both your honesty and innocence.

“I don’t know why, I just couldn’t stay focused on my test.” you tried to return your mind to the story but, you were so enraptured by the pressure he was creating in your body you could barely focus.

“So I finished the test.” you continued “ and then I just I guess I started day dreaming or something.I don't know-” You trailed off, bucking your hips again, and he moves a hand down to stop you from fucking him, possibly even from making him cum. Every one of his exhales seemed to accompany a moan now and you loved how this was all affecting him. You could tell how incredibly turned on he was and it only worked to make you want to fuck him more.

“When he came back in the room, my test was finished on my desk but, my hand was down my skirt, and I was moaning out his name.” He started thrusting now, quickly moving from a light pace to a hard pumping into you. “My legs were spread wide, and I remember just cumming all over my fingers.” your voice was becoming ragged now,but you continued.

“Something about him catching me, and knowing he could see my hand in my underwear peeking out from under my skirt.”you sigh. Quickly, he pulls off out of you, rolling you over and positioning you on all fours. This was new, you had never been opposed to doggy-style but, the good-evangelical texas christian boy he was raised as did have an obvious love for the missionary position.You were jerked out of this realization by his pulling of your hair.He lowers his mouth next to your ear “finish telling me the story.”he commands.

“I don’t remember anything else.” you say trying so hard to balance enough to rub yourself into your next orgasm. He smacks his hips into you, pulling you up even further saying “Good girls don’t lie.You get fucked when you tell the truth.” he whispers. Slowing his pace in you.You feel so frustrated by him denying you your right to orgasm and you start raising your voice at him.

“I- I liked it.” you divulge “ I didn’t stop when he walked in on me. I wanted him to see, to catch me. It made me so fucking hot, because…… because he didn’t look away.” you exhale roughly. He picks up his pace again, really fucking into you.Grunting hard as he digs his nails into your hips.

“He liked it babygirl.” he moans out “He loved seeing you in that skirt as much as I do.” he moaned again as, you push your hips back to meet him and he moans again,moving one arm to push your head down,as he fucks into you more forcefully than he ever has before.

“Fuck Em-”he breathes, right before pluging himself into you. You can feel the coil snap in you,as he fills you with his cum.You become aware of how hard you had been holding onto the bed sheets and how your eyes had blissfully rolled to the back of your head, and caused your entire body to relax. It was amazing how he could do that.The two of you laid there for a few moments just panting in the silence.Eventually, he pulled himself out of you receding to the bathroom, you hear him turn on the faucet, water rushing, turning off the faucet he lightly pads his way back into the room. You had managed to roll over but not change much in appearance.He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him, interlacing the fingers on his opposite hand with yours.

“What’s on your mind Cordell Walker? “ you asked from a sleepy haze. He was quiet for a moment before answering, letting the silence sit as you drifted off further.

“ I just really like that skirt.” You can hear him

Smiling to himself. You brush a finger over his thumb to let him know you’re still awake and that he won’t get off easily, without something deeper than the skirt inspiring the incredible sexual connections you had both experienced. Your mind danced with the silence again. It was the sound of his heartbeat that brought you back to earth, to Texas, to the bed with him. He speaks quietly, his tone just above a whisper,

“ I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom. I know that’s not our thing.” The uncertainty of his voice shocked you “ I just -I wanted to try-“

“ I liked it .” You say cutting him off cheerfully without opening your eyes.

“ Good.” Silence blankets the room again. “ I just don’t want you to think I’m trying to rush the kids' thing. I know we said we’d revisit it once we moved in together.But, if you’re not ready. I don’t see any reason to push it.”

“Well” you said rolling over, “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.I just hope we don’t have a girl.”You sigh.You can feel his chuckle radiate through your body.

“Well the one thing I do know is she will not go to catholic school.” he joked.You burst into laughter. You were right, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Catholic school creates sluts,what can I say?”you smile to yourself,snuggling in.

“I didn’t say that.” He smiles. You run your hand down his forearm,feeling the strength in his arms as your fingertips trace the vanes mapped out across his limb.” It was late, and moving in,during a Texas summer had been almost unbearable.This was the moment you had finally allowed yourself to rest, and being curled up next to him you felt safe enough to drift off to sleep. Into a world where you and Cordell Walker had a daughter, that would be some world.She’d be gorgeous just like her father of course.Probably as headstrong and emotional too. You had always pictured yourself having a boy though.

No matter what the two of you eventually ended up with, it was clear he would be an amazing dad. You fell asleep smiling to yourself, knowing that as long as the two of you had each other, everything would be alright. Moving in, may have been the best thing the two of you had ever done.

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