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dxlanwrites · 6 years

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“Old Roots” .2 (G.D)

A/N: Tweaked it a bit so it flows better. Its lengthy so be prepared. Also not edited and she was difficult and not uploading so what you have is what you'll get. Enjoy.

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The steam that slowly poured out of the bathroom gave the room a new sense of warmth and the soothing sound of running water had caused my heavy eyelids to lift open. Stretching my achy bones and stiff muscles, I let out a loud obnoxious yawn. A deep laugh entered the air making me snap my head to the right. A small smile spread across Graysons lips as he took in the sight of me in his bed. Taking a second to take in his morning appearance, I saw that his hair which was in need of a cut soon was messily tossed around on top of his head and his cheeks were slightly puffy. He had a few light red indention on his bare chest from the position he must of fallen asleep in. Propping myself up on my elbows, I left out another yawn allowing my head to fall forward a little in the process. Looking down and taking in my current state, I gasped and pulled the blanket closer to my chest.

“Where the fuck is my shirt?” I whispered yelled towards Graysons direction.

“You took it off last night along with your pants because you said and I quote ‘clothes are for losers’.” He said smiling ear to ear as he pulled out a pair of shorts from his dresser and walked towards the bathroom. Looking around the room which looked suspiciously clean, I didn’t see my clothes anywhere

“They’re in the washer. Its laundry day.” He said as he closed the door to the bathroom.

“What? Why the hell did you think it was okay to wash my clothes? Who does that?” I said loudly as I pushed the covers off of me. I got no reply except for the sound of music blasting behind the door. Goosebumps soon began to form on my skin due to the sudden drop in temperature when he closed the bathroom door.

“Fine. Keep them..” I mumbled to myself as I looked around the room for items of his clothing I could take so I could leave already. Quickly walked across the cold hardwood floor to his closet, I skimmed the various shelves and racks. One I realized nothing in here would actually fit me or come close to it, I grabbed a grab a random pair of draw string black sweat pants and a t-shirt. After pulling the shirt over my head, something quickly caught my eyes. Rolled up in a ball on a shelf near the top sat a neatly folded dark blue sweatshirt. Shakily reaching my arm out I took a hold of the still soft bundle. The shredded blue fabric in my hands would look like just another normal blue sweatshirt that needed to be thrown away but it was so much more than that. Gliding my fingers of the rips and holes, I could feel the memories that were woven inside of the fabric come alive like they were just yesterday. Shaking the thoughts away I carefully placed the sweatshirt back where it originally was and walked back into the bedroom. After a moment of searching for my boots, I found them sitting next to Graysons desk with my keys and wallet tucked into them. Tugging them on and lacing them up, I stood up and headed for the door. Stopping shortly at his foot body length mirror I quickly took in my appearance. The bags under my eyes were alittle more prominent then normal but not terribly noticeable, my bed head wasnt that bad thankfully so a quick run of my fingers through it would do the trick. Sighing I opened the door and stepped out, turning around to quietly close the door back up I gazed around Graysons bedroom. Anger and disappointment washed through me as I thought about last nights events. What really got to me the most was how comfortable and relaxed I felt waking up and how I continued to feel comfortable here. And I hated it. I hated how I didn’t even think twice this morning when I woke up in Graysons bed or how I slept basically naked next to him. I hated that no matter how hard I tried to resist, I felt like I was home. A small frown on my face appeared and deepened as I closed the door with a quiet click. Walking down the stairs quietly and quickly so I wouldn't alert anyone I rushed towards the door.

"Skipping out on breakfast?" Ethans voice asked from behind me startling.

"Yep." I said dryly.

"C'mon don't leave so quickly. Sit, eat with us. I missed you kid." Ethan's said. Turning on my heel I turned to face the morning version of Ethan. The smiley happy energetic morning person he was and only dressed in a pair of plaid pajama pants.

"Do you guys ever wear clothes?" I joked lightly as I crossed my arms.

"Nope. Your staying for at lease breakfast. Come on." He said grabbing my arm lightly and dragging me to the kitchen.

"How about y/n's famous breakfast?" Ethan asked as he hopped up on the counter top.

“You wish.” I said.

"I do wish. And I always get what I wish for." He said jumping down and walking over towards the fridge grabbing a carton of eggs and a pack of bacon.

"Please. No one here can cook like you. They always over cook the bacon or the eggs come out wrong." Ethan pouted. Glaring at him for a minute I reluctantly grabbed the food and walked over to the stove.

“YES! Half of y/n’s famous breakfast!” He yelled out excitedly as I grabbed the pans.

"You owe me Dolan." I snapped back.

10 minutes later the kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly cooker bacon. My stomach loudly growled as I placed the finished products on two large plates. As soon as I finished Tyler and Russell came rolling into the kitchen grabbing a plate and started taking food.

“How come whenever there’s food involved you two bozos just so happen to show up?” I asked placing a hand on my hip.

“It’s our 6th sense.” They said at the same time causing everyone to laugh, even me. Grabbing a small plate, I loaded it with some food in hopes of finishing it fast. As everything died down and everyone settled down to eat Grayson walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white shirt with the sleeve’s cut off.

“Damn something smells good.” He said as he reached the two large plates with eggs and bacon.

“Y/N cooked breakfast for us.” Ethan said with a mouth full of toast and eggs.

“Just like the good old days.” Russell added in as he got up for seconds. I felt Graysons eyes on me but I kept myself focused on my food. Russ soon diverted his attention off of me and onto him as he asked Grayson if he wanted a plate. He didn’t say anything but grabbed the clean plate next to me and began piling food on. The few people that were here earlier enjoying their morning had left once Grayson appeared, leaving the 4 of us to an awkward silence that quickly fell over the kitchen as we all ate. After finishing pretty quickly I walked to the sink and placed the plate inside. Turing on the tap I began rinsing my plate, a force of habit, when the front door swung open.

“Did you guys order breakfast and not tell me?” Haileys whiny voice called out. Inwardly groaning I began to wash faster so I could get the hell out of here already. Boy did something about her just aggravate me.

“Nah, y/n/n cooked.” Ethan said. Getting up and pouring himself a drink then jumping up to sit on the countertop picking at the last pieces of bacon left on the plate.

“But man do I wish we could of had her infamous french toast.” Tyler said dramatically gazing off into the distance.

“Its literally bread, eggs, cinnamon and vanilla.” I said turning around to Tyler.

“But baby yours is the best." He exclaimed. A smile passed by my lips even though I tried to hold it back.

“Oh that’s Y/N/N, I thought she left last night after her little freak out.” She said a little too loudly, purposelessly for me to hear. I straightened up slightly from her comment that happened to just rubs me the wrong way. Just when I was about to turn around, I was stopped by Ethans hard chest pressing up against my backside holding me in place.

“Not worth it.” He said whisperer quietly into my ear. Taking a deep breath, I leaned back into his chest instinctively and nodded. Yeah he’s probably right but she better keep her damn comments to herself.

“E?” I said. He hummed in response and leaned his chin on my shoulder. “Personal space.” I softly laughed out.

“Nah your warm.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer. His right hand began to lightly tickle my side which made me spaz out and push myself from his grasp.

“Don’t.” I warned him.

“Don’t what?” He said taking a step towards me with a smirk on his face.

“Ethan, Im serious.” I sternly said alittle louder this time catching everyones attention.

“Ethan im serious.” He mocked me.

“Im not kidding Dolan.” I said taking a small step back.

“You still fast or did you leave that behind as well?” He asked just as he leaped forwards at me. Letting out a loud squeal I quickly turned around and sprinted out of the kitchen.

“Why does this always happen to me?” I yelled as I ran for my life around the corner. Ethan laughed out from behind me as well as the guys in the kitchen. Reaching the living room as I leaped over the small glass table and made a beeline back to the kitchen.

“That was dangerous women!” Ethan yelled as he followed me.

"Im a dangerous women!" I yelled back. Just as I was about to make it passed the stairs and enter the small dining room, he grabbed the hem of my shirt yanking me back into him as he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder.

“No! Ethan put me down!” I yelled as I quickly thrashed in his arms. He just laughed at my freakout as he walked towards the kitchen.

“Put me down! Put me down!” I yelled out again only this time panic was laced in my voice. My anxiety was beginning to kick in as I felt my breathes shorten. As much as I plead he still held me over his shoulder so I did the only thing that I thought would work.

“GRAYS-” Before I could finish yelling, I was pulled off of Ethans shoulder and brought into a warm chest where I desperately clunged onto the shirt of my savior.

“What the fuck man? Didn’t you hear her say to let her down!” He yelled at Ethan as one hand rubbed my back.

“Bro I was just playing.” Ethan defended himself. Grayson mumbled a whatever then bent down alittle to grasp the back of my thighs and lift me up to him so now my legs were wrapped securely around him waist. I didn't even bother to protests at this sudden position instead I simply held him closer hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He walked us out the front door but not before I could hear several footsteps rush over to see what was happening. When we finally got outside, he carefully sat down on the front porch steps with me in his lap. He tried to pull me away from his chest slightly, only to have me wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tighter.

“Hey, It’s okay. It’s okay. He didn’t know. Just breathe baby. Breathe with me.” He said softly as he took deeper breathes and rubbed my back. A couple minutes later our breathing was insynce at a normal pace and my grip loosened up.

“I haven’t had an attack in 4 years.” I said as I leaned my forehead against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around my torso. The front door creaked opened and closed as a pair of footsteps neared us.

“Hey.” Ethan said awkwardly as he sat next to Grayson. I turned my head slightly in his direction and gave him a small smile.

“Y/N, im sorry. I didnt know you didn’t like getting picked up so much.” He said apologetically.

“It’s okay E. It’s not that I don’t like getting picked up, it’s just that I don’t like being thrown over someone’s shoulder.” I said laying my head back onto Grays shoulder. Ethan frowned his eyebrows together in confusion but didnt say anything.

“Marcus.” Graysons hard voice replied as he tightened his grip on me.

“Fuck y/n. Im so sorry.” Ethan said placing a caring hand on top of mine.

“It’s okay E, really. You didn’t know.” I said giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. The three of us remained quiet as we enjoyed basking in the warmth the sun brought us and listened to the sounds spring had to offer. After a few minutes passed I awkwardly sat up in Grays lap and tried to stand up but was held down by his arm. Staring down at him confused, I was met with a dazed gaze from him. A look I knew to well, his in deep thought look. Sighing I ran a hand through my hand and sat down in my previous spot. I was tense and uncomfortable now that I was aware of the position we were in but Gray didn't seemed as bothered, he just wrapped a lazy arm around my waist and placed his chin on my shoulder. A few moments later I began to relax and actually enjoy his embrace but would never admit that to myself.

"Let's head inside." Ethan spoke breaking the comfortable silence we all fell into.

"Yeah I should get going." I said staring off into the distance.

"Stay. For alittle longer." Ethan begged. In the corner of my eye I could see Grayson staring at me curiously. Focusing back onto Ethan I noticed his little pouty lip he had going on and his puppy dog eyes in action. Maybe it was the weird comfort ability I refound in the boys or the fact that I actually missed them that made me silently agree. Quickly passing a glance at Grayson he had a questionable look on his face, joy maybe? Walking back into the house I noticed how quiet it really was, like they were all waiting for us. Entering the living room Hailey rose fast from her seat and bombarded Grayson as soon as he came into eye contact. Ignoring them and walking over to the couch, I took a seat in my spot. Ethan plopped down next to me as he threw his hands onto the back of the couch allowing me to slide into his side. The two love birds made there way over to the rest of us then Grayson noticed Ethans position and stared him down. Ethan quickly got the hint and got up with a grunt as Grayson took the open seat next to me, leaving little to no space between us.

“Seriously what’s with you and your brother and not understanding personal space.” I said shoving him lightly. He threw his head back slightly as he laughed then tilted his head towards me flashing a smile that made my heart clench. I missed that smile. The sound of someone clearing their throat made us break eye contact and look up.

“Your in my seat.” Hailey said smirking down at me.

"Your seat?” I asked looking at her like she grew three heads.

“Yes. Now move.” She said making a shooing motion with her hand.

“Excuse me?” I replied back shifting positions so I was facing her better.

“Are you stupid or something? I said move.” She said annoyed.

“Hail. Just sit here.” Grayson said patting the other spot next to him.

“Yeah Hail sit there.” I said leaning back into my spot.

“No this is my spot. That’s my boyfriend your so pathetically clinging to. And this is my house. So move.” She said getting frustrated that I wasn’t budging. I took a quick glance at Grayson who was now looking at the television but I knew his attention was focused on us and not on whatever movie was playing. A small twitch in his lip also gave away how he enjoyed me not backing down.

"Grayy." Hailey whined.

“Just sit down somewhere else already.” He said looking at her then back at the TV.

“Why aren’t you making her move? That’s my spot!” She said stomping her foot and raising her voice. Grayson snapped his head in her direction as a hard expression mirrored his face.

“Stop acting like a fucking child and sit down. She was there first.” He said sternly while grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the spot next to him. I tried to hold my smirk back but I just couldn’t.

“Stop smiling.” She said shooting daggers at me. I rolled my eyes at her and focused my attention on Tyler and Ethan who were arm wrestling next to me. After a few rounds Tyler won which caused him to quickly get tackled by Ethan onto the floor as he show him his ‘real strength’.

"Are those your clothes?” I heard Hailey quietly ask Grayson. He just hushed her and watched the movie. I hadn’t even noticed I had leaned so far into his side until I was about to jump onto the wrestling boys but was held down by arm around my waist.

“What the-.” I said as I began to move his arm off of me.

"Let go." I said.

“No. You’ll get hurt.” He said not looking at me. Raising an eyebrow at him I pushed his arm away again.

"Your point? Why does it matter to you?" I said slightly angry at how he was acting.

"Don't be a child." He said.

"Then don't act like my father." I snapped finally prying his arm off of me.

“And how would you know how a father acts like? Didn’t yours disown you and never talked to you again. I mean I would of done that a lot earlier instead of waiting around for you to get pregnant.” Hailey said laughing slightly.

“What the fuck did you say? What the hells your problem?” I snapped at her. She said nothing as she smiled leaning into Grays tense chest.

“No repeat what you said bitch. If you had the balls to say it the first time then you must have them to repeat it again..” I spoke calmly which made everyone in the room go quiet and tense up. Hailey didn’t say anything but just stayed there smiling at me which made my blood boil more.

“Must suck right. To have your parents that hate you and look at you with disgust only for you to lose the baby in the end. So pathetic.” She laughed out. As soon as the last word left her mouth I flung myself onto her. Tightly gripped her throat, I shoved her onto the ground pinning her down underneath me. In a split second I was ripped off of her and held back.

“You don’t fucking know shit. So keep your damn mouth shut before I break your goddamn jaw.” I yelled at her. She slowly rose coughing in the process as she held her neck.

“Pathetic. Like I said. You don’t even belong here so leave already. If you haven’t noticed you were replaced the second you left. And nobody missed you.” She said. Ethan was about to say something but I interrupted him before he had the chance.

“No let her continue. I wanna hear what her big mouth has to say.” I said as I stuggled to get out of his tight grip. Hailey laughed and walked up to Grayson who was as stiff as a plank of wood.

“Let’s leave baby.” She cooed disgustingly in his ear but Gray didn’t move instead he kept his eyes on me. “Gray c'mon lets go.” She said more sternly and pulled his arm slightly.

“You’re seriously mental if you think he’d go anywhere with you now. Damn, if I was you I wouldn’t even want to be that close to him right now.” I sneered keeping his eye contact as I talked to Hailey. She narrowed her eyes at me and Gray then tugged his arm again.

“Low fucking move bringing up my past but wanna know a secret? It wasn’t just my past you brought up with that little comment of yours.” I said staring directly at her. Ethan chose the perfect moment to relaxed his grip just enough for me to pull my arms away allowing me to zip towards her as she hid slighty behind Grayson who only side stepped away so I could stand directly infront of her.

“Why do you think he didn’t grab me off of you and Ethan had to? Why didnt he interfere if your his girlfriend? For starters you mentioned his fucking son in a very bad fucking way. Our son. I could just kill you right now but your so not worth my time. Second your not his girlfriend. You never were, never will be. You were just another play thing that was kept around for too long. Hell, he doesn’t even let you in his room. What kind of boyfriend does that? Wanna know something? I was in his room last night even slept in his bed with him.” I said alittle too prouldy for my liking.

“She was in your room?” She looked up at Grayson in shock. He didn’t even bother to look at her when he nodded.

"Wow. Couldn’t even keep your legs closed long enough for one night and had to go and fuck someone who isn’t yours. Probably fucked Ethan too.” She said.

��Oh honey Grayson is mine. He will always be mine." I growled closing any space between me and Hailey.

"And if me and him did fuck last night you would of definitely heard it. God it’s just so difficult to keep quiet when he uses that skilled tongue of his or when he pounds me mercilessly. Fuck. Just thinking about it gets me all wet. Gray, baby, wanna go upstairs and have alittle fun.” I said smirking down at her as I ran a hand down Graysons chest. That seemed to be the last straw and set her off just as I planned. A lady never swings first. She pushed me backwards harshly then tired to throw a punch but failed when Grayson caught it mid air.

“You were wrong when you said I was replaced as soon as I left, cause honey no body replaces me, especially not you. But you were right when you said I dont belong here, but then again there’s no place like home. Now get the fuck out of my house.” I said taking a step towards her. She looked between Grayson and I with big eyes of disbelief and anger.

“You heard her. Get out.” Grayson said with no emotion left in his voice. She then pulled her hand out of Graysons grip only to slap me across the face with her other hand. Grabbing my face stinging cheek, I felt it heat up under my touch. I could hear the guys behind me hold their breath as they awaited my next move.

“Oh you stupid bitch. Wrong fucking move.” I spat out as I pulled my arm back and threw my clenched fist forward slamming right into her nose. Blood started gushing out as soon as my knuckles left her skin. Grabbing the back of her neck I walked towards the front door. Throwing her into the door and pinning her agaisnt it I leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“I tried to be nothing but civil with you but my patience can only go so far. And Im one bitch you do not want to mess with." I said pulling her hair so she had to crane her neck back. Grabbing the back of her neck harshly again, I pulled her off the door as I swung it open throwing her out onto the porch in the process.

"Now get your ass off my porch, I don’t want your blood staining the wood. Oh and stay the fuck away from my family and my man.” I said slamming and locking the door. My adrenaline was pumping quickly threw my veins, a feeling I haven't felt in years. A feeling I have always feared but always loved, nothing good ever came from my bad side and I worked so hard to surpress it all these year that this one little slip up was not going to set me back. Turning around slowly everyone was silently staring at me in disbelief except Grayson. He was standing there with a smirk plastered on his stupid face.

"You said your house. You also called me yours.” He said quietly as he approached me stopping dangerously close. My heart was beating so hard I would of thought he would be able to feel it just standing there.

“Yeah I did. Don't look too much into it.” I said pushing past him and towards the stairs so I could be sit alone to relax. I felt him follow me just as a warm hand wrapped around my wrist causing me to spin around as I was pinned up agaisnt the wall.

“About fucking time.” Grayson said as he crashed his lips onto mine. It took me a second to register what was happening but my lips were already in motion kissing him back trying to deepen it. Hesitantly wrapping my arms around his neck I slowly threading my fingers through his hair pulling him closer. It just felt so right but it was bad. He was bad, for me. He smoothly slide one arm my waist as the other securely held the side of my neck making sure I couldn’t pull away. Our lips soon moved insynce as our tongue’s danced together. We poured every goddamn emotion into each kiss, 4 years of pumped up anger, pain and love just flowed out. When we finally pulled away to breathe, Grayson simply did not stop. Leaving soft gentle kisses down my jaw line and onto my neck he began grazing his tongue over my skin with every kiss. Biting gently and sucking my skin leaving marks to form to show who I belonged to. He bite gently into my sweet spot right where my neck met my collar bone causing me to let out a breathless moan and cling onto him even more. I moaned out again as his free hand made contact with my skin as it roamed slightly upwards under the sweatshirt leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“God I missed you. So fucking much.” He mumbled agaisnt my skin slowly pulling away to look at me. His eyes held so much emotion in them that I could slowly feel myself slip fall back in love with him. Leaning forward I placed a soft kiss on his swollen lips.

“I missed you too, but-” I said but was interrupted by another kiss.

“No buts. I want to enjoy this before reality comes crashing back down.” He said softly burying his face in the crook of my neck once again placing soft kisses and holding me close. Pulling him closer to me and mimicking his actions, we stood there enjoying eachothers company. My mind was yelling at me to stop and run but my heart was telling me to hold him and never let go. I went to move away when I accidentally brushed my bruised knuckles agaisnt the fabric of his shirt causing me to hiss out in pain. He pulled back slightly when he heard me and grabbed my hand.

“My babys a bad ass. Yah know it was always a turn on when you get all fired up.” He said smirking. Rolling my eyes at him, he grabbed my good hand intertwined our fingers and walked to the kitchen to grab an ice pack. "

I haven't punched anyone in a long time. Forgot how it felt." I said looking down at my red knuckles.

"Forgot? You? Good one." He said grabbing a zip lock bag filled with ice from the freezer.

"Shut up." I snapped but had a soft smile threatening to form.

"I've seen you throw harder punches then that and not get a scratch. You've gone soft." He said as we walked to where the guys were.

“That bitch got what she deserved.” Russell said as we walked back into the living room.

“Yeah. And I for one missed you alot when you left.” Tyler said.

“Yeah cause you couldn’t stare at her ass anymore.” Russell added in rolling his eyes.

“Yeah….” Tyler joked which earned a glare from Grayson as we sat down, making me smirk.

“YAY! The gangs back together!” Ethan yelled.

“Shut up.” We all said insynce.

“Rude.” Ethan said putting a hand on his chest acting offended as he sat down. Leaning into Grays side comfortably I rested my head on his shoulder. Peering around the room to just us 5 laughing and talking, it felt like deja vu. It seemed like all my hard work to leave here and make a name for myself was just a dream and this was my reality. Sighing I leaned my head back and close my eyes, I need to leave soon before I won't be able to.

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agentredfort · 7 years

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ruby redfort fic masterlist

What is this- geek central?

welcome to the Ruby Redfort fic masterlist, where I do my very best to collect every single bit of fic that’s out there on the internet for your convenience!

I’m not listing these based on quality (and besides, there’s not exactly a lot out there so i can’t pick and choose) so there’s going to be a wide range of fics in this list. any fics that I especially like will be marked as [PERSONAL FAVORITE]. any fics that I’ve added in recently will be marked as [*NEW*]. ships will be tagged!

if there’s any fics that you’ve noticed I’ve missed- or if you’ve written something yourself!- either shoot me an ask or a message via Tumblr and I’ll add it straight away.

Onwards!

A Guide To Love For A Bozo [wattpad] by TeamSpectrum [multichapter, ongoing] Ruby/Clancy

This is a cluby fan-fic written by Agent Baker. Take a look to find out what happens.

despite the sparse description, this is actually pretty good.

Always [ff.net] by mockingjay341 [Oneshot, complete!]

Ruby is suffering from nightmares, but Clancy will always be there to make her feel better.

hella sweet. ruby needs a hug

Aren’t We All a Bit of a Bozo? [tumblr] by blackers-donuts [oneshot, complete!] Hitch/OC

Heather looked across at Lydia as they ate their morning toast. “LB reckons there is going to be a new coding agent today, some kid. You know, the one Hitch is looking after.”

interesting concept!!

Bozo [wattpad] by Kaya_Tano [multichapter, ongoing] Clancy/Ruby

Ruby Redfort, a thirteen year old Spectrum Agent, is facing more than just trouble at work. Her hormones are raging and her best friend Clancy Crew has fallen for her, hard. But Ruby doesn't notice because she is too busy trying to solve her latest case at Spectrum, and how will she cope when one of her closest friends is killed by the notorious murderer The Count, who is supposed to be in a high security prison? And who is the mole at Spectrum who is leaking information to him?

not bad. i’m not a big fan of the ‘spectrum pairs ruby up with a cute boy her age’ plot, but this seems to be decently-written.

Changed at Birth [tumblr] by blackers-donuts [Twoshot, now complete!] Background Hitch/Blacker

“They said mum should have killed me with iron,” whispers Ruby.

the folk tale au i never knew i wanted tbh. only halfway done at the moment but it’s such a cool concept and it fits really well??

Convincing LB [wattpad] by Jasmine3103 [Oneshot, complete!]

I really wanted to know what Hitch said in CYD to convince LB to give Ruby another chance. So here is my version.

this was a really good missing scene sorta fic! give it some love if you’ve got a chance, the author seems really lonely to me

Family Ain't Just Blood [ao3] [tumblr] by celestialskies [Oneshot, complete!] [*NEW*]

Ruby looked up, aware that she probably looked like someone had tried to rock her to sleep by dragging her through a hedge backwards several times. Six hours of sleep over three days can do that to a person.

"Couldn't sleep," she muttered. In her tired state, she barely noticed Hitch's expression shift from one of surprise surprise and mild amusement to one of concern.

Ruby can't sleep, and Hitch steps in.

goddamn, i’m always a sucker for unconventional family stories. i actually squealed when I saw this one, which should give you a pretty good idea of how much i enjoyed it

Five times Clancy Crew chained his bikes to Ruby Redfort’s and one time he didn’t [tumblr] by blackers-donuts [Oneshot, complete!] [PERSONAL FAVORITE]

The first time it was a mistake- honestly the chain accidentally went through the frame and well, it only held Ruby up temporarily.

this is really hecking cute and is just generally really great. it made me smile a lot. please check it out

Grains of Sand and Love [tumblr] by blackers-donuts [Oneshot, complete!] Ruby/Clancy

Being sixteen suddenly brought the barbecues on the beach, adolescent drinking and all the drama that it comes with.

it’s no secret by now that I love this author, this is soft and lovely and good and you should really read it

High School Sweethearts [tumblr] by blackers-donuts [Oneshot, complete!] [PERSONAL FAVORITE] Ruby/Del, Hitch/Blacker

There was no way you could look between Blacker and Hitch and think ‘brothers’.

short and oh so very sweet. i think i’m crying. this one is so good, my gay little heart is appeased

hold on tight [wattpad] by w0nderland-writing [multichapter, ongoing]

Ruby Redfort never gets a break, and in this story Ruby goes on an epic adventure in the Grand Canyon.

pretty much exactly what it says on the tin. a bit scattered but mostly coherent.

In which Ruby was right to worry [ao3] by Wolfiethepretzel [oneshot, Complete!] [*NEW*] [PERSONAL FAVORITE]

Froghorn was a constant nuisance in Ruby's life. But as soon as he disappeared she realized she'd rather him be about.

perfect Ruby characterization and some really hecking good bonding/character development. if you read nothing else on this list, at least check this one out.

Look Into His Eyes And Take Your Last Breath [wattpad] by WARNINGwhovian [very long, complete!] Clancy/Ruby, background LB/Baker [PERSONAL FAVORITE]

Meet Ruby Redfort, a super cool teenage wannabe spy. She's been through thick and thin and survived things from a giant sand timer to a legendary sea monster to invisible thieves to mythical wolves. She's already one of the most experienced agents in her agency, Spectrum, without even being an official one yet. She thinks she seen it all. But Ruby's entering a dangerous stage of life where she is vulnerable to many things, lots of things she knows nothing about. But Ruby is unduly worried about the years to come. She's a dauntless girl. But when things start to go wrong in her social life, her agent training in Spectrum and the return of an old foe start kicking off and suddenly, everything happens at once. And Ruby is faced with a choice. A dream job at a top secret spy agency with an astronomical pay, or a scrawny boy who doesn't believe in a dangerous life. Ruby Redfort, the choice is yours.

to my knowledge, the only completed longfic in the fandom so far. although it could do with a bit of editing, the quality is overall excellent and there’s some twists in there that even i wasn’t expecting. I especially loved the Ruby-Hitch dynamic and interactions in this one. If you’ve got a spare hour or two, I definitely recommend that you check it out!

Riding the Rails [tumblr] by blackers-donuts [Oneshot, complete!] Crossover with Railhead

“The Guardians want you, Ms Redfort,” says a station worker as Ruby stops her game of Rock paper scissors with Zen.

I can honestly say I’ve never heard of Railhead before, but was super cool nonetheless. it feels super surreal and the details were a+++- go check it out

Rosetta Redfort: Freefall [wattpad] by TeamSpectrum [multichapter, ongoing] background Clancy/Ruby

Ruby's daughter, Rosetta, discovers her secret-Spectrum. A conspiracy to steal a gem that will lead to a collapsing mountain and a giant flood. Will Rosetta crack like a diamond under pressure or will she stand strong?

an interesting take on a future-fic. might not be everyone’s cup of tea but i kind of liked it.

Love is blind, well Ruby is. [ao3] [tumblr] by Neondragon54 [Oneshot, complete!] Blacker/Hitch

It's well known to the entirety of Spectrum not to go into the coding room after Hitch had returned from a mission. Everyone (Blacker) is distracted and more than once has an important agent (LB) walked in on two agents kissing.

Ruby doesn't know this rule.

Goddamnit, now I’m invested in this ship. this is also super good, read it.

Movie Night [tumblr] by goldstarsforall [Oneshot, complete!] [*NEW*] Blacker/Hitch

They got to the cinema a lot earlier than either of the men expected. It was a clear night, the air felt crisp and clean and if they hadn’t booked Hitch would have just wanted to sit in the park and talk.

heckin’ cute lil’ oneshot. a Good Ship. a Good Fic.

Ruby Redfort: Don't Look Around [wattpad] by maybeitsdella [multichapter, ongoing]

Welcome back Ruby Redfort: every smart kid's smart kid.

After making Larva, Ruby Redfort's career in espionage is sending her off the ground running. There's no time to sit at home, with Clancy (who might just have a crush on her), sipping on banana milk, watching Crazy Cops. Not when the Count is still out there, and not when the Silent G is just sitting there waiting for her to fail (or die).

A promising start, this fic looks quite interesting. It’s only got a few chapters so far but I’m definitely going to be following it closely

Ruby's Rule 6 [ff.net] by mockingjay341 [Multi-chapter, ongoing!] [PERSONAL FAVORITE]

Ruby and Clancy have each other's backs - no matter what. So what will they do when they realise that sometimes our greatest strengths can also be our biggest weaknesses?

hell yeah, multi-chapter!! i really love how Ruby and Clancy bounce off each other so far, it feels super real. I’m honestly looking forward to reading more from this author. i haven’t felt this excited for a fic in a while

Silence Is Golden [tumblr] by blackers-donuts [Oneshot, complete!] [PERSONAL FAVORITE]

There was a sharp knock at the door. Ruby was finally going to bury the hatchet with Froghorn by asking him for help.

this is possibly the softest thing i’ve read in my entire hecking life. basically just the code team chilling around and bonding and honestly it’s just so sweet and good

Some kinda death wish [ff.net] by Bubbly Washing Machine [Oneshot, complete!] [PERSONAL FAVORITE]

They stood at the bottom of the stairs, in the dark, and argued. "Rube, don't go up there," said Clancy desperately, "just wait for the rest of the team." "Look bozo, someone's gotta take her out before she catches on and splits the scene." Clancy looked her in the eye, pleading. "Please. Wait for backup."

Beautiful little character study- cute and poignant.

Sweating Is Totally (not) Necessary [tumblr] by blackers-donuts [Oneshot, complete!] [*NEW*] [PERSONAL FAVORITE] Blacker/Hitch, Ruby/Del

The phone finally picked up, Ruby knew it was still Clancy’s first few weeks at the desk of Buzz and he was getting a grip with the phone system but it really should be quicker.

This wonderful person wrote this for my birthday, so of course I freaking love it. it’s a great character study and just generally all-round a Good Thing- there was a coding segment midway through that I particularly enjoyed!!

Other Things

The TeamSpectrum Collection on Wattpad- an assortment of short fics, competitions and discussions that’s been put together by a whole lot of users, including me! Definitely worth checking out.

My own wide very small assortment of fanfiction, located over on this page! it’s not included here on the masterlist because- well, posting my own stuff is a tiny bit awkward- but i hope you read and enjoy my work all the same

My ongoing Social Media AU can be found here.

LAST UPDATED: 14/08/2017

#ruby redfort #k speaks #masterlist #fanfiction

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Jeff Bezos Accuses National Enquirer of ‘Extortion and Blackmail’

If you were Jeff Bezos, the founder of Amazon and the owner of The Washington Post, what would you do if the National Enquirer threatened to publish graphic photographs of Mr. Bezos, including a “below-the-belt selfie,” if he did not publicly affirm that The Enquirer’s reporting on his affair was not motivated by political concerns: (1) admit that it was not politically motivated, (2) report the threat to your employees and the media, (3) initiate your own investigation on how the National Enquirer obtain the material, and/or (4) something else (if so, what?)? Why? What are the ethics underlying your decision?

The richest man on earth accused the nation’s leading supermarket tabloid publisher of “extortion and blackmail” on Thursday, laying out a theory that brought together international intrigue, White House politics, nude photos and amorous text messages.

Jeff Bezos, the founder of Amazon and the owner of The Washington Post, made his accusations against American Media Inc., the company behind The National Enquirer, in a lengthy post on the online platform Medium. Last month, The Enquirer published an exposé of Mr. Bezos’ extramarital affair with Lauren Sanchez, a former host of the Fox show “So You Think You Can Dance.”

The headline of Mr. Bezos’ post — “No thank you, Mr. Pecker” — targeted David J. Pecker, the head of the tabloid company. In the sometimes digressive text that followed, he accused American Media of threatening to publish graphic photographs of Mr. Bezos, including a “below-the-belt selfie,” if he did not publicly affirm that The Enquirer’s reporting on his affair was not motivated by political concerns.

“Well, that got my attention,” Mr. Bezos wrote of the threat. “But not in the way they likely hoped.”

The inciting event in this battle of American titans was the Jan. 28 edition of The Enquirer, which hit supermarket racks on Jan. 10, one day after Mr. Bezos and his wife of 25 years, MacKenzie, announced that they would be getting a divorce. The tabloid devoted 11 pages to the story of Mr. Bezos’ affair with Ms. Sanchez, calling it “the biggest investigation in Enquirer history!”

The Enquirer boasted that it had tracked the couple “across five states and 40,000 miles,” furtively observing them as they boarded private jets, rode in limousines and repaired to “five-star hotel hideaways.” The article was illustrated with paparazzi shots of the unwitting couple as they stepped onto a tarmac and arrived together at what the tabloid called “their beachfront love nest in Santa Monica.”

The tabloid also published amorous text messages that Mr. Bezos had sent to Ms. Sanchez. “I am crazy about you,” he wrote, according to The Enquirer. “All of you.”

Tech executives are not the usual subjects of Enquirer covers, and the story set off speculation in Washington and New York media circles that the tabloid’s aggressive coverage of Mr. Bezos was tied to the closeness of Mr. Pecker, The Enquirer’s chief, and the White House. That alliance came fully to light last year in the legal drama involving hush payments to women alleging affairs with Mr. Trump.

Mr. Trump and Mr. Pecker were longtime friends — but the relationship between the two was said to be frayed in recent months, when American Media’s leadership entered into a deal with federal prosecutors looking into the company’s role in the hush payments made during the 2016 presidential campaign. Mr. Pecker and his associates had helped orchestrate the deals involving two women who alleged past affairs with Mr. Trump in “catch and kill” deals: the former Playboy model Karen McDougal and the porn star Stormy Daniels.

After The Enquirer made his private life public, giving Twitter wags and late-night hosts the chance to weigh in on his high-flown texting style, Mr. Bezos sprang into action, starting his own investigation of the tabloid’s motives and how it had come to possess his texts to Ms. Sanchez.

The Amazon founder, who at last count was worth $136 billion, suggested that he would spare no expense in taking the fight to the tabloid publisher. Leading the investigation was Gavin de Becker, Mr. Bezos’ longtime security chief, whom Mr. Bezos said he had instructed “to proceed with whatever budget he needed to pursue the facts in this matter.”

It was a bold move for someone who has often tried to evade the spotlight, even amid the frequent insults hurled his way by Mr. Trump, who has labeled the newspaper that Mr. Bezos purchased in 2013 as “The Amazon Post” and recently called him “Jeff Bozo” in a tweet.

Mr. de Becker confirmed to The Daily Beast on Jan. 31 that he was leading the investigation into the matter of how the Enquirer had obtained the text messages. Not long afterward, The Post prepared an article exploring competing theories about the motivation behind the publication of the tawdry tale.

American Media made the next move, offering Mr. Bezos an offer that it wrongly assumed he could not refuse. And if he did say no? A future issue of The Enquirer would make him very unhappy, with the selfies and more of the steamy texts it had apparently obtained.

“Of course I don’t want personal photos published, but I also won’t participate in their well-known practice of blackmail, political favors, political attacks and corruption,” Mr. Bezos wrote. “I prefer to stand up, roll this log over and see what crawls out.”

Amazon declined to comment.

Mr. Bezos’ allegations placed new pressure on American Media, which narrowly emerged from the campaign finance prosecution without being charged.

On Friday morning, the company said in a statement that although it stood by its actions, for now, its board was starting an investigation into the matter.

“American Media believes fervently that it acted lawfully in the reporting of the story of Mr. Bezos,” the statement said. “Nonetheless, in light of the nature of the allegations published by Mr. Bezos, the Board has convened and determined that it should promptly and thoroughly investigate the claims. Upon completion of that investigation, the Board will take whatever appropriate action is necessary.”

The statement was certain to intensify speculation around the future of Mr. Pecker and his top news executive, Dylan Howard.

But American Media is privately held, and its board has been steadfast in its loyalty to Mr. Pecker through the most tumultuous year of his tenure with the company. The board made no statements and took no action to investigate American Media’s role in acting as an arm of Mr. Trump’s campaign, even after the company signed a non-prosecution agreement with the authorities.

The board consists of two partners from Chatham Asset Management, a financial backer of the company, and David R. Hughes, the former chief financial officer of Trump Entertainment Resorts.

By using Medium to reveal The Enquirer’s backstage maneuvers, Mr. Bezos — one of the world’s most powerful tech titans and the owner of one of the country’s most influential newspapers — showed the best means of communications can be a simple blog post.

Sometimes rambling — while also showing the occasional flair of tabloid columnists of yore — the Bezos post pulled together random strands of the yearlong legal drama involving the president, American Media and the allegedly illegal payments to women.

That federal inquiry resulted in a guilty plea from Mr. Trump’s former attorney and fixer, Michael D. Cohen, who said he had paid Ms. Daniels $130,000 and asked American Media to pay Ms. McDougal $150,000 at the president’s direction, to protect his election prospects.

Federal prosecutors with the Southern District of New York determined that the American Media payment was an illegal corporate contribution. Because the company cooperated with prosecutors, the authorities did not bring charges. But they made American Media sign onto a non-prosecution agreement, in which it affirmed that it had made the payment to “influence the election.”

That agreement, signed in September, stipulated that A.M.I. “shall commit no crimes whatsoever” for three years, and that if it did, “A.M.I. shall thereafter be subject to prosecution for any federal criminal violation of which this office has knowledge.”

If American Media’s threat to publish the personal photos of Mr. Bezos is determined to have been criminal, it would find its deal with federal prosecutors in jeopardy.

“One thing we can be certain of is these allegations will be looked at hard by the federal prosecutors,” said Jeff Tsai, a former federal prosecutor. “The nature of that non-prosecution agreement — to not commit any crimes — was to give A.M.I. the opportunity to really think hard about the nature of its practices.”

He added, “You can sometimes get a pass from federal prosecutors; it’s much harder to get two passes.”

The agreement put American Media, Mr. Pecker and Mr. Howard at odds with Mr. Trump, which served to tamp down speculation that the Enquirer had somehow pursued the Bezos story in alliance with the president and his allies.

On Feb. 5, though, that possibility surfaced in The Post. Mr. de Becker told the paper that the Enquirer story had begun with a “politically motivated’’ leak. Mr. de Becker has served as a protector to Olivia Newton-John, Michael J. Fox and friends and family of Ronald Reagan. He declined to comment.

American Media appeared to warn Mr. Bezos away from raising any political speculation in an email to Mr. de Becker’s attorney, which he shared on Medium. In the letter, which he quoted in full, a lawyer for the company, Jon Fine, demanded that Mr. Bezos state publicly that he had “no knowledge or basis for suggesting that” American Media’s “coverage was politically motivated or influenced by political forces.” Mr. Fine has worked as a lawyer at Amazon.

In his post Mr. Bezos also appeared to imply that the tabloid company was doing the bidding of Saudi Arabia, quoting from a New York Times report last year: “After Mr. Trump became president, he rewarded Mr. Pecker’s loyalty with a White House dinner to which the media executive brought a guest with important ties to the royals in Saudi Arabia. At the time, Mr. Pecker was pursuing business there while also hunting for financing for acquisitions.”

The Post has been reporting determinedly on intelligence assessments that the Saudi crown prince, Mohammed bin Salman, ordered the grisly murder of the Saudi dissident — and Post global opinion contributor — Jamal Khashoggi.

#jeff bezos #national enquirer

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