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"I Don't Know Anything About Dinosaurs"

Spencer was meant to be at the museum on a blind date, not walking around with a mother and son, listening to him as he spouted off dinosaur facts. But then the kid goes missing and it's Spencer's mission to save him.

Spencer x Single mother! Reader

Spencer Reid hated the thought of a blind date. He didn't know if said blind date being set up by Garcia made things better or worse. At least Garcia was a fellow need. She liked some of the things Spencer was into and hopefully knew people who were also into those things.

Their meeting place being a museum had to be a good sign, he thought as he stared up at the recreation of the Parasaurolophus skeleton. But, so far, there had been no sign of her. He looked around with the knowledge that she'd be wearing a green scarf and carrying a museum tote bag, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, somebody was tugging at his sleeve. Spencer looked down to see a boy with wild, dark curls staring up at him. "Excuse me, Mister," the boy said as he looked up at Spencer. "You're blocking the sign." Spencer looked to his left and saw that he really was blocking the sign.

Not that this little boy would be able to read it from his height. "I'm sorry," Spencer said gently as he stepped to one side.

He couldn't help but watch as this little boy walked over to the sign full of dinosaur facts. Just as Spencer had thought, he'd been too short to read it, but he stood on his tiptoes and really tried.

When the boy gave up, he turned to Spencer. "Hey Mister," he said and put his hands on his hips. "Wanna help a fella out?"

Spencer couldn't help but wonder where this kid had learnt this phrase. He looked around before he crouched down, matching the kids height. "Is your mom anywhere around here?" Spencer asked. The kid shrugged her shoulders and, suddenly, Spencer was trying not to panic. "Do you want help finding her?"

Again, the boy shrugged. "She knows where to find me," he said and turned his attention back to the dinosaur.

Spencer stayed by the kid. He looked around, searching for any sign of his mother. But nobody around him seemed like they were panicked or looking for him.

Suddenly, shouts filled the room. "Jimmy!" Somebody shouted. Spencer looked around until he saw a young woman running towards him and the kid. "Jimmy!" When she got close enough, she grabbed the boy and pulled him into her embrace.

But then she stood up straight and looked at him, her expression stern. "James L/N, you know better than to run off like that!"

Jimmy pouted as he looked at his mother. "I'm sorry, momma," he said. "I just wanted to see the dinosaurs."

Her face dropped and she ruffled his dark curls. "It's okay, baby. We can look at them together," she said softly.

Jimmy took his mothers hand, but he turned towards Spencer. Spencer, who knew everything, but didn't know why he was still standing there, watching them. "This fella was gonna help me read the sign," he said.

His mother suddenly turned to Spencer. She tightened her grip on her sons hand and placed her other on her hip as she stared at him.

Spencer jumped into action. "He, uh, he said his mother knew where to find him. I didn't want to leave him here until someone came to claim him," he explained.

She dropped the hand from her hip. "Well, thank you," she said and lifted her son up. She placed him on her hip so that he could read the sign and turned her attention to Spencer. "Do you like Hadrosaurs?" She asked as she nodded her head to the not entirely real skeleton. (Well, maybe a few bones were real, but not the whole thing.)

Spencer shook his head. "No. I'm more of a science museum guy," he answered. He didn't add that he rarely got time to visit a museum with his job.

"Well, if you wanna know anything about any of the dinosaurs, I'm sure Jimmy would be happy to answer you," she said in reply. Her smile was polite, sweet, one Spencer found he really liked looking at.

Spencer took one last look around the museum, one last look for the blind date that Garcia had set up for him. He'd mentally prepared himself for a date, mentally prepared himself to be confident and out going. He wasn't about to let that go to waste.

"I don't know anything about dinosaurs." A lie. "Do you mind if I joined you?"

That was how Spencer spent his day. If his date eventually showed up to the museum, he didn't much care. He was much happier listening to Jimmy talk about dinosaurs. For the first time in his life, Spencer bit his tongue. Jimmy rarely got any of his facts wrong, and Spencer didn't add to his knowledge base, not when he'd said he didn't know anything about dinosaurs.

Once they got back to the museum entrance, Jimmy dragged his mother to the gift shop, and Spencer was only happy to follow. When Jimmy found two soft toys that he wanted (an Ankylosaurus and a Pachycephalosaurus), Spencer helped him to decide which one he wanted.

Jimmy told Spencer everything he knew about the Ankylosaurus as they walked out of the museum. But, once they were on the steps, his mother squeezed his hand. "We've gotta go, Jim," she said softly to him.

Jimmy pouted, but then he turned to Spencer. "It was nice to meet you, Spencer," he said. "You're a nice fella."

Spencer couldn't help but grin. "Thanks for teaching me all about Dinosaurs, Jimmy," he said as he crouched down to his height. "Take good care of, Anky."

He stood up straight and looked at Jimmy's mother. "He's right," she said. "It really was nice to meet you. Thanks for being so nice to him. I don't know many other people who would walk around and let a six year old talk at them for hours."

Spencer shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked on the balls of his feet. "No, I learnt a lot," he replied. Neither of them had spoken about Jimmy having a father, or his mother having a partner. There had been no ring on her finger, and the profiler could pick up no indications that she had a partner.

So, Spencer took a leap of faith. "Maybe we could do this again sometime."

Her grin only grew. "I'm sure Jimmy will find some more facts for you," she said, her hand on his sons head. But then she went fishing through her bag and pulled out her phone. "Give me your number," she said and handed him her phone.

Spencer put his number into the phone and passed it back. She typed out a text and quickly sent it to him. "Until next time, Doctor Reid," she said and walked Jimmy down the museum steps, leading him to her car.

Spencer couldn't help but watch them go.

***

The case must have been local. JJ had told them not to back an overnight bag and they all rushed to the BAU as quickly as they could.

It had only been a few days since Spencer had met Jimmy and his mother. They'd texted here and there, but they were both pretty busy with their jobs. Still, he couldn't help but think of them as the elevator took him up. After this case was done, he'd make arrangements to see them again. To find out what new dinosaur facts Jimmy had for him.

He and the rest of the team sat around the round table. Within seconds JJ was walking into the room and turning on the monitor. "James L/N has been reported missing by his mother," she said as the rest of the team passed around folders.

Spencer felt his heart stop. James. Jimmy. Reported missing by his mother. Jimmy, the sweet boy who knew so much about dinosaurs, had been reported missing. He suddenly couldn't breathe.

"His mother said she put him to bed and went to clean up the kitchen. When she checked on him before taking herself to bed, he was gone," JJ continued.

"Jimmy." Spencer couldn't stop himself from saying it.

All eyes were suddenly on him. JJ took a step towards him. "What is it, Spence?" She asked softly. She always was soft with him, almost treating him like he was a child. It wasn't what he needed right now, but he was grateful.

"I-I know this boy," he said as he flipped through the folder that was passed to him. "He, uh, his mom calls him Jimmy, not James."

"You know his mother?" Hotch asked him.

Spencer nodded. "They were at the museum last weekend. I walked around the exhibits with them," he said.

Hotch sent them on their way. He, Rossi, Prentiss, and Garcia began looking through all the information they could find on James L/N and his mother, while JJ, Reid and Morgan went to James's house.

Before this, Spencer had been wondering if he could count their time at the museum as a date. It hadn't been, really. But he wanted to take her on one, or at least get to know her better.

He couldn't believe his first time inside of her house was going to be because of a case. Spencer couldn't help but feel a little sick as he, JJ and Morgan walked up the steps to the house. There was an array of flowers in the garden. Some in pots lining the steps, some on the windows, some hanging beside the door.

Spencer raised his fist. The stained glass window panes painted a scene. Water, a clock tower, a bird flying above the ocean. Spencer sucked in a breath and knocked between the window panes.

The door was open within seconds. Jimmy's mother stared at the three ages. Morgan said her name. "We're with the-"

But, before he could finish he sentence, she threw herself at Spencer, wrapping her arms around him. Spencer stood there for a moment, unable to move. But then he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. "He's gone," she cried against Spencer's chest.

"I know," Spencer whispered, his large hand against her back. "But we're gonna find him."

JJ and Morgan hung back as they watched the interaction. It felt intimate, something they couldn't interrupt. But she let go of Spencer and stepped to the side, letting all three agents into her house.

She wrapped her arms around herself as she shut the door behind them. "I... I didn't touch anything in his room," she said as she led them upstairs. At the very first room she pushed open the door.

Morgan and JJ pulled on gloves as they stepped into the room. But it was perfectly clean. The bed was made, the room had been cleaned up, but there was no sign of a break in. "Reid, take her downstairs," Morgan said as he and JJ began combing through the room.

Spencer did just that. He took her downstairs and sat her on the sofa, sitting himself beside her. She drew in a shaky breath. "He has Anky," she said quietly and wiped at her eyes. "If I had known you were FBI I would have called you before I called the police."

He swallowed. "I'm here now," he said, meeting her teary gaze. "And I need you to tell me everything that happened, starting with when you put Jimmy to bed."

She ran Spencer through her entire evening. Starting with dinner, and then bath time, story time and bed. She told him how she cleaned the kitchen after dinner and took some time, only ten minutes to read. By the time she went up to check on him, by the time she was ready to go to sleep herself, Jimmy was gone.

When she started crying Spencer rubbed her back. There was little else he could do to offer contact as he asked as she had noticed anything or anybody strange recently. He'd already worked out that the unsub must have known her usual schedule to be able to take Jimmy and then clean his room.

Before Spencer could piece together any information from her answers, the phone began ringing. She drew in a sharp gasp as she turned her head towards it.

When she looked at Spencer again, he nodded and she picked up the phone. "H-hello?" She said, voice shaking as she put the phone on speaker.

"Hi mommy!"

Immediately, tears sprang to her eyes. "Jimmy?" She cried. "Is that you, baby?"

"Yeah, mommy," he said. He sounded fine and she had to take comfort in that.

Her hand fell onto Spencer's and she squeezed. Squeezed him to the point of pain. But Spencer didn't say anything. He squeezed her back, trying to be encouraging. "Jimmy, baby, can you tell me where you are? I-It's almost time for lunch and I need to come get you."

"I'm with a friend, mommy," Jimmy answered. "Her name is mommy, too. She said she's gonna make me lunch."

Suddenly, Spencer's brows furrowed. She. The unsub was a woman.

"Mommy, she wants to speak to you," Jimmy said. Spencer watched as her eyes went wide and she began rapidly shaking her head.

But Spencer squeezed her hand and nodded his head. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Okay, Jimmy, But, can you tell me where you are first, baby?"

Jimmy didn't answer her.

There was an indistinguishable noise from the other end and then, "Leave my son and I alone!"

It was a woman's voice, an obviously upset woman's voice. As the rest of the team came down the stairs Spencer pressed his fingers to his lips.

"Please," she said desperately as she looked at Spencer. "Please, just bring Jimmy home. He's all I got."

"His name isn't Jimmy!" The other woman suddenly cried. "He's my son and his name is Robert!" She ended the call after that, cutting off the contact.

Her hands shook as she put the phone down.

"His name is Robert," Spencer repeated. He said it to himself a few times as the rest of the team crowded around her to ask her more questions. Desperately, she looked at Spencer, but he pulled his phone from his pocket and pressed it to his ear.

***

Spencer didn't sleep much on this case. He couldn't, not until he knew that Jimmy was safe at home with his mother.

He had Garcia look into mothers who had lost their children. More specifically, mothers that had lost children called Robert.

The whole team tried several different angles for the case. While Morgan and JJ interviewed mothers that had lost children, Spencer and Garcia desperately searched through records of institutions.

Their lucky break was when the unsub called once again. Spencer had been there, thank god. All she had to do was call and he was running.

Garcia had set things up to trace the call. When the phone began ringing, she held her hand against her chest. "It's okay," Spencer assured her.

He picked up the phone and placed it in her hands. "Hi Mommy!"

"Jimmy!" She sat up straighter. "Jimmy, baby, are you okay?" She asked desperately.

There was a beat of silence, one that had her heartbeat erratic. "I'm okay, Mommy. I've lost Anky, though."

She swallowed. "Well, when you're home, we can go to the museum again and get you another."

"Can Spencer come with us?"

Spencer nodded at her. Of course they could go back to the museum. The moment they got Jimmy home, Spencer would take the both of them.

"Yeah, Jimmy. We can take Spencer."

Suddenly the call was ended. "Jimmy?!" She cried, desperately. But he was gone.

"Garcia, have you got it?" Spencer called down his phone as he stood.

Garcia listed off the address. Immediately Spencer was using his long legs to stride to her front door. "Wait!" She cried, rushing after him. Spencer turned, his eyes soft as he looked at her. "Bring him home."

Hotch didn't want Spencer going with them. He was too close to the case, and they all knew it wouldn't end well. But Jimmy knew him, and he was more likely to actually go with Spencer.

The team entered the house, guns drawn. With noises from the living room and the upstairs, the team split up.

Spencer and JJ headed into the living room. Cartoons played on the television, and Spencer had to hope it was Jimmy.

And Jimmy it was. "Hi Spencer!" He called the moment the FBI agent came into view.

Immediately Spencer felt his heart stop. He put his gun away and crouched down in front of Jimmy. "Hey, Buddy," he said as Jimmy hugged him. "We're gonna get you home to your mom, okay?"

"Okay," Jimmy said as Spencer picked him up.

The rest of the team arrested the unsub, a woman who had lost her child years ago. She fought to get to Jimmy when she was walked towards the police car, cuffs around her wrists.

***

Spencer held Jimmy's hand in the police station. Jimmy told Spencer more dinosaur facts. "I wanna go back to the museum," he said. "And I want you to come."

"Your mom is gonna be happy to take you," Jimmy," he said and handed him a pen. Jimmy began drawing as he waited for his mom to show up.

When she did, she ran through the police station. She ran straight over to her son and pressed kisses all over his face. She pulled away to look at him, to check him over. "Oh baby," she said and hugged him tight. "I missed you."

"Missed you too, Momma," he said and showed her his dinosaur drawings. "Can we go to the museum with Spencer, momma?"

With Spencer standing behind Jimmy, he wore a matching pout. "Can I?" He asked.

"Please Momma!"

How could she say no?

(It wasn't meant to be a first date, but the treated it as such)

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thisoneblackjacket · 2 months

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Another example of Eddie's potential role in Welcome home

First of all: SUPER excited for the Barn Makeship plush!! I gotta save up for it really soon

But second of all: I can't help but point out that even in the advertisement, the theme of Eddie being "unwanted" or only there as the butt of the joke is still present

Now there have been instances (especially after the new update) of Eddie being snubbed/dismissed/isolated, here are a few good posts getting into some specific instances (and what it can mean) and we can see that in the new Makeship video too:

When Howdy is trying to explain how the plush can help "Keep your home safe from even the PESKIEST of UNWANTED guests!", who is the example that he uses here? Eddie.

Pretty harsh words to direct towards somebody just trying to do his job, right? Might even make a fella feel less like a welcomed neighbor than ever...

And as Barnaby is getting into his stand up routine, he mentions how he hadn't seen that many lemons (talking about the Wallys, very cute actually) ever since he had "chased Eddie up the lemon tree!"

Which seems a bit more of a rude thing to do to someone rather than funny. Poor Eddie was probably trying to not get hurt again

Not that the audience is really concerned though- they still readily laugh at it

The only person really tried to somewhat stand up for Eddie was Frank, (which might hint at them being more involved with each other than the others know (heck ye protect ur man)).

But the problem with that is that he's literally being labelled as a "Comedy Sourpuss™️", both here, and probably other instances. So while Frank might be giving a legitimate criticism of it not being funny (likely because it was at Eddie's expense), that itself can be easily be dismissed as him being only that. A Sourpuss that doesn't get Comedy and is just trying to ruin the fun for everyone else

It's certainly tough to say at this stage, but I have a hunch that as the story continues on, we might run into an instance of Frank trying to protect Eddie from this treatment in some way (here's a post I saw that gets into that a lil bit via the gelatin and pea dish symbolism).

However, I think he won't be successful in doing so, as the other neighbors (and on a greater scale - the show and its producers themselves) are just as easily ready to dismiss his arguments as him being "too uptight" rather than that of a legitimate concern, leading them to continue on

And while in usual circumstances it would be relatively fine for a show to have a character purely dedicated to being the butt of the joke, it might not so fun when that character has possibly become AWARE of being just a character for a tv show, because they might soon realize that they were only written/designed/wanted as the butt of the joke for that tv show, and nothing more.

This all to say - Eddie is really going through it right now, and there might not really be a way for anyone to help him out, even if they wanted to.

Who knows how and if he can continue to handle all that?

....

(tl:dr - The new Makeship video shows more instances of Eddie being labeled as unwanted/only useful as the butt of the joke, which might be a running theme/future conflict for him as a character in the WH story. If so, it will be difficult for him to escape that predetermined role in the show, which would put him in even more turmoil)

....

But anyways, thank you for reading yet another unwarranted, overanalyzing ramble based on like three new lines✨

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home spoilers #eddie dear #frank frankly #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle #welcome home update #analysis

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desswright29 · 11 months

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Soldier Girl

Warnings: (Smut 18+), Mentions of blood, Inexperience

Pairing: Mo WashingtonX Black Fem reader

word count: Baby ion know. Let it ride

A/N: Enjoy!!

I stepped out onto my porch couple hours ‘fo sundown. Going out to collect a bit mo’ wood for my oven and fire pit. I grab my axe throwing it over my shoulder, hiked up my dress and set out on my usual path, intendin’ to make quick work of me one of them dead tree’s in them woods near by. Don’t much happen ‘round these parts for me. No neighbors for miles and I grow all I need right chea on my land, only gotta make a trip to town ‘bout once a month. Built me a good size house and barn fo’ my animals, got a few chickens as well. I do damn well on my own and that’s how I likes it.

As I walk, gettin’ further down on my trail I noticed a horse tied to a tree a lil up yonder. As I got a bit closer, I found a man laying ‘gainst that same tree, hat covering his face, restin’ I reckon. But, I don’t take to kindly to folk trespassing on my land. So, I silently make my way cross the brush up to the restin’ fella. Fast as lightenin’ I brought my axe down to meet the side of his neck stopping short from cutting’ ‘em. Just as fast, I was met with the barrel of his Remington six-shooter.

“Who’s you and why is you in my woods.” I say real calm like. His other hand come up grabbing his hat placing it back on his head directly. He slowly turned his head toward me careful not to meet his neck with my blade. That’s when I got a view of his sharp jawline, perfect lips (not too full, not too thin), and the tip of his nose. Hm, look like he a handsome fella.

“I ain’t know’d nobody owned these here woods Ma’am I’s just passing through. Needed a rest thas all. I can be on my way.” That’s when he looked all the way up, I got a peak under that there hat, and I’ll be damned….

“You’s a lady!” I say. I wasn’t asking. I know a woman when I see one, and this one here was one of the handsomest women I’d ever laid eyes on, it could take ya’ breath away. She looked at me, expression not changing.

“Ma’am, I promise ion’t want no trouble. If you would lower ya blade, I could be on my way.”

“How ‘bout you lower dat gun first.”

“How ‘bout we do it together.”

“Fine by me.”

“A’right on three.” She say, gettin’ up real turtle like from her spot on the ground. “One.. two.. three”

We both put down our weapons and then fast brought ‘em back up. She looked at me and smirked. My stomach felt all fluttery. She put her gun down and I followed along wit my axe.

“What’chu doin’ out chea lookin’ like this gal” I say. Curious to know why she was out here masqueradin’ in men’s clothes.

“Just passin’ through ma’am. I’ll be on my way now.” I looked her up and down as she gathered her things to head out. Her clothes was covered in blood, she looked like she hadn’t rested in days.

“Naw nie, you look like ya’ need some rest. That yo’ blood?”

“That ain’t yo’ bidness”

“Gon’ be my business if you want me to let ya’ rest here. It’s almost sundown and all this here my land. Where else ya gon’ go gal.”

She turned her head left and that’s when I saw the gash in her neck. I gasped.

“Somebody hurt you!”

“Don’t matter. They gone now” She say, mystery lying’ in her tone. Dat’ll be a story fo’ another time.

“Let me help ya.” I offer. “The sun gon go down in a few. I’s just gathering some wood so I can cook some dinner and light a fire to keep warm. My house just up yonder. You know these nights get freezing, and you look like you could use a hot meal. I got some water, apples, and some shelter for your horse too.”

She looked up into the sky and then back down at me with those eyes that was as deep as pools. Filled with stories. She nodded.

“Well, lady I reckon I should know your name if you gon’ be my guest” I say.

“Mo. Mo Washington.” She say, with a tilt of her hat.

“Mo. I’m Y/n” I say with a nod.

“Nice to meet you Miss Y/n” She looked at me, sizing me up cautiously.

“You ain’t gotta worry bout me lest you here to cause harm. You safe round here. Why don’t you help me gather up me some of this here wood and we can head on back.”

“Dat sound just fine Miss Y/n” Mo’ took off her jacket and threw it over her horses back, she rolls up her bloodied sleeves and takes the axe from my hands.

“I’ll cut. You can load it on ol’ Blondie over there.” She pointed at her horse, and went to work.

I watched her work. The veins protruding from her forearms as she gripped the axe and swung hitting the the stump she found with

precision, easily breakin’ it down. She was strong, and I was intrigued.

“What’s yo’ story? If you don’t mind me asking. How you end up here?” She brought the axe up and back down with a grunt, breaking the stump into another halve. I bit into my lip. My God.

“Once, I was set free, I decided to join the war. I watched them boys for awhile, and then I cut my hair bought a suit, walked on the base and picked up a uniform.” Grunt, slam. “Made enough money to get out and buy me a gold claim, so I can buy me and my people some land out this way. Ran into Tommy Walsh and his boys on the way to cash the claim, the coach crashed, ruined the claim.” Grunt, slam. “Long story short everybody dead and the good Lord saw fit to get me out alive, nie I’m tryna get far way from that place as possible.”

“You killed Tommy Walsh and his boys!?” My eyes wide as saucers. As a walked over gathering the wood she cut to stack on her horse back. She glanced over her shoulder at me.

“Only cause I had to.” There them damn flutters again.

“ Hm, So you’s a soldier. I ain’t never met no soldier gal befo’ “

“ We’ll I’m the only one I know of” she say walking up to me hand reachin’ out for a shake axe thrown over her shoulder. I reach and grab it, admiring how veiny and strong her hands are “So nice to meet ya.” She say, with a small smile. Our eyes met as we shook hands. The touch sent ‘lectricity through my body. Was it possible that I fancied this woman? The touch lingered a bit longer than normal.

“Uh I-I reckon we got enough here. We should head back fo’ dark catch us.” I said letting go of her hand. She stepped back eyes still on me, she smirked a little before tying the wood to the horse and guiding Blondie towards my home as I led the way.

The walk was silent as I walked beside her. I couldn’t help but to keep glancing’ her way. Lookin at the stride of her walk. All them cuts ‘n bruises and she still walked real smooth. This Mo smoother than any man I ever met. “You smell real pretty” I hear her soft voice break our silence. I smile.

“I make my own soaps and butters out of some of the stuff I grow in my garden. I’ll let you choose some to wash with tonight. I know you’re dying for a good soak.”

Mo’ smiled and nodded, as we walk up to my home. I led her round back to the stables and gardens and got Blondie some apples, then led her over to the trough to tie her up so she could drink. Filling my witches pot with water to boil, I couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes borin’ a hole into my back.

“How a lil lady like you get all dis here? You got a husband?” Mo’ say walking up on my porch with me. I scoff a bit.

“I’m surprised a strong woman like yo’self would aks a question like that. Another woman can’t be jus’ as strong as you?”

Mo’ smiled using one side of her mouth. Tilting her head to the side a bit, her hat adding that mystery to her. It was almost seductive.

“I ain’t said all that gal, I’m sure you plenty strong. You sho’ll stacked up to be.” A hint of what I believed to be flirtatiousness in her voice. Couldn’t be.

Thank the Lord fo’ my chocolate skin though, cause I’d be red as a tomato from blushin’. I turn ‘round and head in the house with her following behind me. I can hear her chuckle.

“To answer yo’ question Soldier gal, I built all this here m’self. I sell my soaps and things, milk from my cow, vegetables from my garden, and I do a bit of sewin’, to pay for supplies, and I do pretty damn good.”

“You out here all by yo’ lonesome?” Her eyebrow raised.

“Yup, I do a good job handlin’ m’self too”

Mo laughed, I knew then I’d do anything to hear that sound come from her again.

“Yea, I got a piece of that when you had yo’ axe up ‘gainst my neck.”

I raised a confident brow and headed to the kitchen.

“Got yo’self a nice place here Miss”

“Thank ya’ very much.” I smile big with pride. We should get you cleaned up fo’ dinner. Come on here, I’ll show you to the Wash room. First let me let you pick something to wash with. And get you some clean clothes.” I take her to my room pullin’ out my collection of soaps, oils, and butters.

“Whatever you wanna use just take it”

“You say you sell these?”

“Yea”

“How much?”

“Don’t worry about that I’m giving it to ya’”

“I can’t take from yo’ livelihood”

“ Chile! It’s only a few lil thangs I got plenty just take it!”

“Awright, awright gal, Shucks!”She went through smelling the soap, until she got to one I could see she took a liken’ to. “That one right there I make out of bergamot and lemon, it would suit you well.”

There goes that smile again. I could just die.

“I’m sure your waters done. I’ll go get it.” I say.

“Naw, I’ll take care of it. You can gon’ get started on that dinner.”

“All right. I’ll leave you be. I layed out something comfortable for you to wear for dinner.”

I decided to change into my thin white house dress to be a bit mo’ comfortable. I head back to the kitchen. And put on my apron, and pull out my chicken from the icebox, I’d got it all seasoned and let it marinade through out the day. Figured I’d make chicken, peas, and cornbread. I got my oven all started up and got the food going. Once I got my cornbread in the oven, I decided to go and check on my guest. I walked to the wash room and knocked.

“You doin’ aight in there?”

“I’m fine.. actually I was wondering if you had shampoo.”

“It’s in there in that lil cabinet. I could get it for you if you don’t mind me bein’ in there.”

“It’s fine.”

Slowly opening the door and making my way in, I see her in all her glor, soakin’ in the tub eyes shut head lying back relaxed. I walk to the cabinet and grab the shampoo.

“ You know uh, I-I could wash it fa’ ya. You been through a lot gettin’ this far. I’m sure you could use a lil pamperin’. ”

Mo opened her eyes, turning’ towards me lookin’ me directly in the eyes, she nods slowly. I move toward her, nealing at the side of the tub, grabbing my water cup to dip into the water and pour into her hair. I add the shampoo and began to massage it into her scalp. A deep groan come from Mo’s throat, she closed her eyes and sank deeper into the water. I smile and continue to lather rinse and repeat as I hum her a song.

“Ain’t nobody handled me this gently since I’s a baby I reckon”

I smiled. And reached out a hand in front of her as I finished washing her hair.

“ Here, let me get that sponge imma get ya back fa’ ya’”

Mo handed me the sponge and sat up. Surprisingly, she had a beautifully smooth back. I started washin’ her and she moaned meltin’ into my touch. The more sounds of approval I got the more it felt like an honor to cater to this here soldier gal. And I knew then, I did indeed fancy her. I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe right now.

I brought the sponge up from her back round her shoulders allowing her to sit back in the tub again. She leaned back and our heads were so close that I know she could feel my breath ticklin’ her ear. I held the sponge ‘gainst her upper chest and began to scrub. She brought her hand up to stop me and we locked eyes. Her eyes were filled with a confused type of desire, as our faces grew closer. I had to admit I was feeling the same. My head was confused but the throbbin at my core felt very sure. Our lips grew closer touching in the most gentle of kisses. Sendin my head swirling. I pulled back breakin’ away from those lips that were slightly rough, but in the most beautiful way.

“I’m sorry… I should go f-finish cookin” I say rushin out the do’. What in the world was that? I think as I start to fry my chicken.

A little later she come in the kitchen, dressed in a fresh button up and some more twead slacks that I’d sewn to sell, smelling like fresh bergamot and her Afro damp and picked out, parted in the right side. My heart stuttered, as she sat down at the table, chair turned to face me. I pulled the cornbread from the oven. And feeling eyes on my backside I had to break the tension.

“You like what you see soldier gal?”

I turned to look at her, and she looked caught. Sitting man spread, leaned back in the chair hands restin cooly on her stomach, bottom lip trapped inbetween her teeth. Her eyes shot up to meet mine.

“I I I’m uh sorry.”

“That’s not what I asked” I say, wiping my hands on my apron and walking towards her. A sudden burst of bravery hit me, I stopped right in front of her, her knees touching my shins.

She shook her head to both sides absentmindedly.

“I-it ain’t natural.” She says

“That ain’t what I asked neither. It ain’t nobody but me and you here, and I’m askin you, Do you. Like. What you see?” I ask bending over the chair holdin on to the seat of chair next to her thighs so I could be face to face with her. Her eyes locked on mine, and she nodded.

“Y-yea yea I reckon I do.”

“Is it comin’ natural to ya’? To like lookin’ at me?”

“I reckon so” she say breathin’ pickin’ up.

“Well that right there sound natural to me” I stood, leaving’ her breathless wantin’ mo’. I turned to go fix her plate. Putting a little extra somethin’ in my walk to give her a show. I could hear her let out a long sigh behind me. I fixed our plates and sat them down at the table, sitting next to her.

“Eat up”

“Look good” She say’s, but when I look up I see she’s looking at me. I bit my lip and turned toward her. Reckoning’ she wasn’t hungry fo’ no food at the moment.

“When you lookin’ at me like that. What you thinkin?”

“I ain’t thinkin’ as much as I’m feelin’. “

“Well what you feelin’?” Her eyes lower in an undeniable lust, and her voice is lower than i remember when she speaks next.

“Like I wanna kiss you, and I wanna feel you pretty lady. You gon’ let me do that?” She ask, leanin’ forward elbow on the table.

I stand again. This time making my way over to her, I push her back in her seat, hiking up my dress I make myself comfortable with both legs on either side of her lap.

“Do it please, kiss me, touch me. You can do whatever you want with me soldier gal”

She hungrily leaned in and connected our lips. Her hands gripped my waist as my arms snaked around her neck and I started to roll my body into her lap. Her hands lowered from my waist down to my backside givin’ it rough squeeze. She pulled away from the kiss, shocked.

“You ain’t got on no drawers!?” She whisper yelled. I laughed heartily.

“I’on like wearing’ em round the house.”

She growled low in her throat, and next thing I know I was being picked up and placed onto the table. Plates pushed to the side. Mo’ crawled on top of the table between my legs wrestlin’ with her shirt. I reached down helpin her untuck her shirt and I clumsily unbuttoned her pants as she got her shirt unbuttoned, and tossed to the side. Our lips connected again with her pressing her body into mine slowly grinding into me. I moan into her mouth reaching under her form fitting tank she still had on, touching the smooth skin of her firm stomach.

“I ain’t never done this befo’” she manages to say between kisses. I pulled away and looked into her eyes.

“Me neither, but it’s natural right. So we’ll just listen to our bodies. Do what they tell us to right?”

“Right.”

She leaned in, kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips, my chin, down to my neck. She took her time there. Sliding the straps of my gown down my arms revealing my breast. She looked down at them licking her lips. She went down further attaching her lips to my left breast while palming the other.

“Ah! Mo” her name comes out as a sigh on my lips. She moans at my taste, bringing her tounge out flicking it over my nipple before reattachin herself suckin a bit harder. She moves on from that one showin the other some attention too. Then she squeezes them together burying her face into my breast. Kissing, licking, sucking, moaning like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. I could feel my core leaking, waiting for her touch as she gave my body some much needed attention. She made her way down my body until she pulled my dress up making it bunch up at my center.

She opened my legs groaning at the sight of my flower. She began to kiss her way down my thighs. I threw my head back eyes clenched shut in anticipation. Then I felt her hand touch where I craved her most. My breath hitched.

“ My God… it’s so wet” she placed her thumb on my pearl, Stroking up, down, circle, circle. Up, down, circle, circle. She repeated the pattern.

“Ooooh Mo Babyyy! Y-you makin my body feel so goood!

“You smell so good Miss Y/n, I wanna taste you, can I put my mouth on you?”

“YES! Oh God please yes!” My breathing picked up, as she lowered herself down on me. I moaned softly as she placed a gentle kiss on my lady parts. Then another, and another. Slowly she stuck out her tongue and began licking long slow strips through my folds. It felt like my soul had left my body and was somewhere in another universe. I thought that was as good as it could get until Mo’ wrapped her lips around my pearl and began to suck. My eyes snapped open, my body lurched forward, mouth droppin open into the shape of in O, and my arms came down behind me to hold my body steady.

I watched her work. Strong hands gripping my thighs, face buried between them, eating me like I’s the best meal she ever had. “Mo’ I-I Oooooo”. Words betrayed me as my body shook from the pleasure I was recieving. I began to roll my hips into her face, head dropping back as I brought my hand up to grip her freshly washed hair. Apparently, this drove her crazy, because both of her arms wrapped themselves tightly around my thighs and before I knew it I was being lifted into the air and carried to the nearest wall. She pressed me up against the wall as I sat on her shoulders as she devoured me from what felt like the inside out. I was going crazy. She brought a finger to my entrance and started to thrust it inside me.

“Gyat Damnit Soldier Gal! I-I f-feel like I’m gonna explode! I can’t take nomore! Please!”

She took her mouth off only for a moment.

“ Yes you can. You can do it You strong pretty lady. Take it. I’m not done tasting you.”

“ AHHHH! Mo somethings happenin’ Don’t Stop!!! ” I scream as a warmth radiated throughout my entire body. I felt something snap inside my belly and then I was gripping the back of her head with one hand and the other shot to the ceiling. My hips bucked into her face and my back arched. My body was trembling overwhelmed by this new sensation, tears began to stream down my face. I had never felt anything like that befo’.

Mo, stayed down there and licked up every drop, then gently lowered me down, wrapping my legs around her waist.

“You alright pretty lady?” I looked at Mo with stars in my eyes, speechless. Still slightly jerking coming down from my high, causing Mo to chuckle a bit. “Talk to me little lady”.

I grabbed both sides of her face kissing her passionately. “I wanna make you feel good too, you been doing all that fightin’ and killin’, you deserve to somethin’ pleasurable.”

“You gon’ do that for me?” She bit her lip and raised a brow.

“Take me to the room and I’ll show you.”

Mo’ smiled and ran to the room with me in her arms. Once we reached the room, I wiggle out of her arms and push her backward until we reached the bed. I push her back onto the bed and pull off her tank, allowin her to pull down her pants and underwear. She now lay underneath me completely naked and all I wanted to do was take care of her.

I hover over her looking her deep in the eyes. Takin in all her scars. They somehow made her more beautiful. Knowin all she had been through and here she was trustin’ me with her body, Layin bare. I couldn’t possibly let her down. I kissed her neck right above the healin scar, and the other side against the one already healed. I moved down to her breast takin my time there. Her back arched as she brought her hands up to the back of my neck holding me up against her breast as though she was feeding me, and I sucked her slight but pretty breast like I’d been starving’ for years.

I left a trail of kisses down her belly making my way to her pretty little womanhood. In between strong toned chocalate thighs that glistened with her need for me. I placed two fingers against her folds. Swiping up, seeing her wetness coat my fingers. I hummed, looking up I met the eyes of the Soldier Gal, and proceeded to press a kiss against her bud. She let out a hissing sound, the arch in her back getting deeper as she threw her head back. I followed her lead doing what I’d felt her do to me.

“My my pretty lady” She moaned with that enchanting voice of hers, as I stuck my tongue inside her entrance moving it in and out. I brought my hand to her pearl and rubbed circles as I continued to bask in her taste.

“Oh right there! Please make me feel good!” She screamed grounding her heat into my face , that’s when something came to me. I pulled away suddenly earning a disappointed huff from Mo.

“It was feeling so good! Why’d you stop?”

“I w-want to try something. Uh, I want to feel you up against me”

“Huh? I ain’t no man I don’t think we gon feel nothing.”

“Let’s just try it hm?” She nods her head. I began to position myself over top of her. Throwing a leg over hers, then reaching down to spread open her lips, I lowered myself down onto her and both of us moaned out. Our eyes connected and we both smiled as I began to move my hips ‘gainst her. Her hands shot up to my hips holding me as she moved under me. We let out a simultaneous “Ooohhh!”.

“Oh goodness, Pretty lady t-this here feel too good!”

“Mhm!” Is all I could manage in response as I speed up the pace reaching down to pinch and play with her nipples. She groaned as her eyes closed and her breathing picked up and her head began to thrash side to side.

“Uuuhhhnnn!! I think I’m bout to explode!”

“Yes soldier gal that’s it! Let it take over you! We gon’ explode together! “

“Y-you feel s-so good ‘gainst me p-pretty lady!”

She say in a blissed out whimper. I bend down, our bodies still moving together, and took hold of her lips again.

“ Let it go fo’ me Mo, I’m goin’ with ya’” I moan before grabbing’ her breast and placing my lips against hers again. That’s when I felt the damn break. Mo’ started to tremble underneath me her mouth opened against mine, as she let out the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, followed by “Shhiiitt! shit, shit, shit!”

I felt her liquid gushing from her womanhood and that quickly brought me over the edge as well. My hips stuttered against hers. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held me real tight. Our mouths sitting open against eachothers swallowing the moans, my hands tangled in her Afro. Our bodies still moved against eachothers, in a trembling slow whine as we road out our highs together until we came down.

We both lay tangled together, quietly collectin’ our breath. She broke the silence.

“Miss y/n,… I wanna do that again.”

I looked up at her and couldn’t help but giggle at the smirk against her face. I kissed her lips.

“That was a hell of a welcome home huh Soldier Gal.”

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A/N: Y’all saw Mo dragging them big ass men y’all know she can scoop you up. Lol I hope y’all enjoyed, and don’t worry Shame pt. 5 is coming!

#letitia wright #letitiawright #spotify #mo washington #moses washington #Mo Washington/reader #Spotify #mo baby #Mo washington X fem reader

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precious-little-scoundrel · 7 months

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IM SORRY DID U SAY YOURE WORKING ON A FIC ABOUT “COP BIG DADDY ELVIS”?!?- please tell us more because this sounds like the greatest thing ever 😭

I did, Mon ami, I did indeed…welcome to the demented 2009, sweaty and non famous cop AU that @eliseinmemphis and myself cooked up in our feral yearnings one night.

Edit: it’s here

Allow me to lay a bit of the setting for us all, and maybe even throw in a few lines from the draft below.

Life is insular when you’ve been born and raised in a trailer park. A little El Paso suburb was never a thriving metropolis, what with its gas stations and dollar stores on the way to nothingness in the desert, but the recession didn’t help none. Your dreams of buying a car that might actually make it above 120 mph and not guzzle your wages in gas is a far off dream when you learn from officer Presley that your entrepreneuring father has been incarnated for racketeering across in Juarez. It’s a shame, a damn shame but it hardly throws a wrench in your life, you were already used to making it however you could. When workin’ at the trucker’s club turns into something a lil more illegal and Elvis has his morning waffle ruined by Joe Esposito yacking about the powers of your pink tongue…he feels a little responsible for leaving you without a father figure. He’s got top notch swamp coolers in his trailer, plenty of food and tiger figurines out front -and he’s got an interest in fast things, just like you.

You could do worse than shack up with such a fella; not that he’s offerin’ but you can tell by the flicker in his eye and the smirk of his lips that he’s as susceptible as the next guy watching you on the pole. Except this sweet, world weary cynic just might screw your gooey insides up worse than any threat or ogle from another man.

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“Well, well officer Presley, finally got persnickety about laws, have ya?” you observed to yourself with a grin as you watched the handsome man swagger towards you along the white line in your side mirror, tugging at his pants as he neared, trying to shimmy the article of clothing a little higher but is impeded by his belt, stopped by his sizable belly, his holster and buckle sitting under the bulge of it.

Your mouth watered. It had been a year or two since you saw him last. He was always built, intimidating to all the stupid rascals he keeps in line along the border, but now he had become outright fat and his khaki shirt pulled apart between each button. Yet when he came up to your window, that little boy grin was still gracing one of the most exquisite faces known to man, and his voice was tender and playful when he greeted you, just as you once recalled. You could see his sweaty hair, matted on his chest and belly between the gaps, his underarms had massive pit stains, doubly apparent thanks to the light color of his police uniform.

Your smile had something of the she-wolf in it as you greeted him, sniffing the air in hopes of catching a whiff as he leaned on your window frame, nearly crowding you from outside. “Hey Miss Sweet Cheeks,” he greets, “you know why ya been pulled over?”

“Haven't got a clue, officer.” You stated the truth and enjoyed the way his title rolled off your tongue in a bantering way. It was easy.

Officer, officer. Somebody important and authoritative. No sir, yes sir, Officer.

His left eyebrow quirked and you wondered what he looked like at twenty five, how devastating that expression would have been before his wound and his meds and the water retention. Whatever power it may have once held, it holds nothing to this slightly bemused, slightly cynical world weariness that shows in his every expression now, that had a twitch of an eyebrow making you feel a fool. “You’re goin’ seventy in a forty five, Miss.” his tone was patient even as his face suggested he’d like to tan your hide for being so reckless. “Reckless endangerment of others, and yourself,” he quoted sternly, “it ain’t no small matter and I don’t countenance it on my highway.”

Gosh, you just loved it when he laid claim to government property like highways and interstates. It helped you smile meekly at him and nod.

“Sorry officer, I got lax.” You purred, batting your eyes and you could see the heavy flap of their coal coated weight in your periphery. “I’ve seen you lettin’ me flyby on the interstate. I guess I thought…”

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hellsite-hall-of-fame · 1 year

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Once upon a time there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort which could only be broken by love's first kiss. She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire-breathing dragon. Many brave knigts had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison, but non prevailed. She waited in the dragon's keep in the highest room of the tallest tower for her true love and true love's first kiss. {Laughing} Like that's ever gonna happen. {Paper Rusting, Toilet Flushes} What a load of - Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed She was lookin' kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb In the shape of an "L" on her forehead The years start comin' and they don't stop comin' Fed to the rules and hit the ground runnin' Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb So much to do so much to see So what's wrong with takin' the backstreets You'll never know if you don't go You'll never shine if you don't glow Hey, now You're an all-star Get your game on, go play Hey, now You're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold It's a cool place and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now but wait till you get older But the meteor men beg to differ Judging by the hole in the satellite picture The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin The water's getting warm so you might as well swim My world's on fire How 'bout yours That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored Hey, now, you're an all-star {Shouting} Get your game on, go play Hey, now You're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold {Belches} Go! Go! {Record Scratching} Go. Go.Go. Hey, now, you're an all-star Get your game on, go play Hey, now You're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold -Think it's in there? -All right. Let's get it! -Whoa.

Hold on. Do you know what that thing can do to you? -Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's bread. {Laughs} -Yes, well, actually, that would be a gaint. Now, ogres - - They're much worse. They'll make a suit from your freshly peeled skin. -No! -They'll shave your liver. Squeeze the jelly from your eyes! Actually, it's quite good on toast. -Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya! {Gasping} -Right. {Roaring} {Shouting} {Roaring} {Whispers} This is the part where you run away. {Gasping} {Laughs} {Laughing} And stay out! "Wanted. Fairy tale creatures." {Sighs} {Man's voice} All right. This one's full. -Take it away! {Gasps} -Move it along. Come on! Get up! -Next! -Give me that! Your fiying days are over. That's 20 pieces of silver for the witch. Next! -Get up! Come on! -Twenty pieces. {Thudding} -Sit down there! -Keep quiet! {Crying} -This cage is too small. -Please, don't turn me in. I'll never be stubborn again. I can change. Please! Give me another chance! -Oh, shut up. -Oh! -Next! -What have you got? -This little wooden puppet. -I'm not a puppet. I'm a real boy. -Five shillings for the possessed toy. Take it away. -Father, please! Don't let them do this! -Help me! -Next! What have you got? -Well, I've got a talking donkey. {Grunts} -Right. Well, that's good for ten shillings, if you can prove it. -Oh, go ahead, little fella. -Well? -Oh, oh, he's just - - He's just a little nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox. Talk, you boneheaded dolt - - -That's it. I've heard enough. Guards! -No, no, he talks! He does.

I can talk. I love to talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing you ever saw. -Get her out of my sight. -No, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk! {Gasps} -Hey! I can fly! -He can fly! -He can fly! -He can talk! -Ha, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm a flying, talking donkey. You might have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey fly. Ha, ha! Oh-oh. {Grunts} -Seize him! -After him! He's getting away! {Grunts, Gasps} {Man} -Get him! This way! Turn! -You there. Orge! -Aye? -By the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized to place you both under arrest and transport you to a designated..... resettlement facility. -Oh, really? You and what army? {Gasps, Whimpering} {Chuckles} -Can I say something to you? -Listen, you was really, really, really somethin' back here. Incredible! Are you talkin' to - - me? Whoa! -Yes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you that you was great back here? Those guards! They thought they was all of that. Then you showed up, and bam! They was trippin' over themselves like babes in the woods. That really made me feel good to see that. -Oh, that's great. Really. -Man, it's good to be free. -Now, why don't you go celebrate your freedom with your own friends? Hmm? -But, uh, I don't have any friends. And I'm not goin' out there by myself. Hey, wait a minute! I got a great idea! I'll stick with you. You're mean, green, fightin' machine. Together we'll scare the spit out of anybody that crosses us. {Roaring} -Oh, wow! That was really scary. If you don't mind me sayin', if that don't work, your breath certainly will get the job done, 'cause you definitely need some Tic Tacs or something, 'cause you breath stinks! You almost burned the hair outta my nose, just like the time - - {Mumbling} Than I ate some rotten berries. I had strong gases eking out of my butt that day. -Why are you following me? -I'll tell you why. 'Cause I'm all alone There's no one here beside me My promlems have all gone There's no one to deride me But you gotta heve friends - - -Stop singing! It's no wonder you don't have any friends. -Wow. Only a true friend would be that cruelly honest. -Listen, little donkey. Take a look at me. What am I? -Uh - - Really tall? -No! I'm an orge! You know.

"Grab your torch and pitchforks." Doesn't that bother you? -Nope. -Really? -Really, really. -Oh. -Man, I like you. What's you name? -Uh, Shrek. -Shrek? Well, you know what I like about you, Shrek? You got that kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-of-me thing. I like that. I respect that, Shrek. You all right. Whoo! Look at that. Who'd want to live in place like that? -That would be my home. -Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful. You know you are quite a decorator. It's amazing what you've done with such a modest budget. I like that boulder. That is a nice boulder. -I guess you don't entertain much, do you? -I like my privacy. -You know, I do too. That's another thing we have in common. Like I hate it when you got somebody in your face. You've trying to give them a hint, and they won't leave. There's that awkward silence. -Can I stay with you? -Uh, what? -Can I stay with you, please? -Of course! -Really? -No. -Please! I don't wanna go back there! You don't know what it's like to be considered a freak. Well, maybe you do. But that's why we gotta stick together. You gotta let me stay! Please! Please! -Okay! Okay! But one night only.

-Ah! Thank you! -What are you - - No! No! -This is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swappin' manly stories, and in the mornin' I'm makin' waffles. -Oh! -Where do, uh, I sleep? -Outside! -Oh, well. I guess that's cool. I mean, I don't know you, and you don't know me, so I guess outside is best, you know. {Sniffles} -Here I go. -Good night. {Sighs} -I mean, I do like the outdoors. I'm a donkey. I was born outside. I'll just be sitting by myself outside, I guess, you know. By myself, outside. I'm all alone There's no one here beside me {Bubbling} {Sighs} {Creaking} {Sighs} -I thought I told you to stay outside. -I'm outside. {Clattering} -Well, gents, it's a far cry from the farm, but what choice do we have? -It's not home, but it'll do just fune. -What a lovely bed. -Got ya. {Sniffs} I found some cheese. -Ow! {Grunts} -Blah! Awful stuff. -Is that you, Gorder? -How did you know? -Enough! What are you doing in my house? {Grunts} -Hey! {Snickers} -Oh, no, no, no. Dead broad off the table. -Where are we supposed to put her? The bed's taken. -Huh? {Gusps} {Male voice} What? -I live in a swamp. I put up signs. I'm a terrifying orge! What do I have to do get a little privacy? -Aah! -Oh, no. No! No! {Cackling} -What? -Quit it. -Don't push. {Squeaking} {Lows} - What are you doing in my swamp? {Echoing} Swamp! Swamp! Swamp! {Gasping} -Oh, dear! -Whoa! -All right, get out of here. All of you, move it! Come on! Let's go! Hapaya! Hapaya! Hey! -Quickly. Come on! -No, no! No, no. Not there. Not there. -Oh! {Sighs} -Hey, don't look at me. I didn't invite them. -Oh, gosh, no one invited us. -What? -We were forced to come here. -By who? -Lord Farquaad. -He huffed und he puffed und he...... signed an eviction notice. {Sighs} -All right. Who knows where this Farquaad guy is? {Murmuring} -Oh, I do. I know where he is.

-Does anyone else know where to find him? Anyone at all? -Me! Me! -Anyone? -Oh! Oh, pick me! Oh, I know! I know! Me, me! {Sighs} -Okay, fine. Attention, all fairy tale things. Do not get comfortable. Your welcome is officially worn out. In fact, I'm gonna see this guy Farquaad right now and get you all off my land and back where you came from! {Cheering} {Twittering} -Oh! You! You're comin' with me. - All right, that's what I like to hear, man. Shrek and Donkey, two stalwart friends, off on a whirlwind big-city adventure. I love it! -On the road again. Sing it with me, Shrek. -Hey. Oh, oh! -I can't wait to get on the road again. -What did I say about singing? -Can I whistle? -No. -Can I hum it? -All right, hum it. {Humming} {Grunts} {Whimpering} -That's enough. He's ready to talk. {Coughing} {Laughing} {Clears throat} -Run, run, run, as fust as you can. You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man! -You are a monster. -I'm not the monster here. You are. You and the rest of that fairy tale trash, poisoning my perfect world. Now, tell me! Where are the others? -Eat me!{Grunts} -I've tried to be fair to you creatures. Now my patience has reached its end! Tell me or I'll - -

-No, no, not the buttons. Not my gumdrop buttons. -All right then. Who's hiding them? -Okay, I'll tell you. Do you know the muffin man? -The muffin man? -The muffin man. -Yes, I know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane? -Well, she's married to the muffin man. -The muffin man? -The muffin man! -She's married to the muffin man. {Door opens} -My lord! We found it. -Then what are you waiting for? Bring it in. {Man grunting} {Gasping} -Oh! -Magic mirror - - -Don't tell him anything! -No! {Ginerbread man whispers} -Evening. Mirror, mirror on the wall. Is this not the most perfect kingdom of them all? -Well, technically you're not a king. -Uh, Thelonius. -You were saying? -What I mean is, you're not a king yet. But you can become one. All you have to do is marry a princess. -Go on. {Chuckles} -So, just sit back and relax, my lord, because it's time for you to meet today's eligible bachelorettes. And here they are! Bachelorette number one is a mentally abused shut-in from a kingdom far, far away. She likes sushi and hot tubbing anytime. Her hobbies include cooking and cleaning for her two evil sisters. Please welcome Cinderella. -Bachelorette number two is a cape-wearing girl from the land of fancy. Although she lives with seven other men, she's not easy.

Just kiss her dead, frozen lips and find out what a live wire she is. Come on. Give it up for Snow White! -And last, but certainly not last, bachelorette number three is a fiery redhead from a dragon-guarded castle surrounded by hot boiling lava! But don't let that cool you off. She's a loaded pistol who likes pina colads and getting caught in the rain. Yours for the rescuing, Princess Fiona! -So will it be bachelorette number one, bachelorette number two or bachelorette number three? -Two! Two! -Three! Three! -Two! Two! -Three! -Three? One? {Shudders} Three? --Three! Pick number three, my lord! -Okay, okay, uh, number three! -Lord Farquaad, you've chosen Princess Fiona. If you like pina coladas And getting caught in the rain -Princess Fiona. If you're not into yoga -She's perfect. All I have to do is just find someone who can go - - -But I probably should mention the little thing that happens at night. -I'll do it. -Yes, but after sunset - - -Silence! I will make this Princess Fiona my queen, and DuLoc will finally have the perfect king! Captain, assemble your finest men. We're going to have a tournament. -But that's it. That's it right there. That's DuLoc. I told ya I'd find it. -So, that must be Lord Farquaad's castle. -Uh-huh. That's the place. -Do you think maybe he's compensating for something? {Laughs} {Groans} -Hey, wait. Wait up, Shrek. -Hurry, darling. We're late. Hurry. -Hey, you! {Screams} -Wait a second. Look, I'm not gonna eat you. I just - - I just - - {Whimpering} {Sighs} {Whimpering, Groans} {Turnstile clatters} {Chuckles} {Sighs} -It's quiet. Too quiet. {Creaking} -Where is everybody? -Hey, look at this! {Clattering, whirring, clicking} Welcome to DuLoc such a perfect town Here we have some rules Let us lay them down Don't make waves, stay in line And we'll get along fine DuLoc is perfect place

Please keep off of the grass Shine your shoes, wipe your... face DuLoc is, DuLoc is DuLoc is perfect ...... place {Camera shutter clicks {Whirring} -Wow! Let's do that again! -No. No. No, no, no! No. {Trumpet fanfare} {Crowd cheering} -Brave knights. -You are the best and brightest in all the land. -Today one of you shall prove himself - - -All right. You're going the right way for a smacked bottom. -Sorry about that. {Cheering} -That champion shall have the honor - - no, no - - the privilege to go forth and rescue the lovely Princess Fiona from the fiery keep of the dragon. If for any reason the winner is unsuccessful, the first runner-up will take his place and so on and so forth. Some of you mae die, but it's a sacrifice I am willing to make. {Cheering} -Let the tournament begin! {Gasps} -Oh! -What is that? {Gasping} -It's hideous! -Ah, that's not very nice. It's just a donkey. -Indeed. Knights, new plan! The one who kills the orge will be named champion! Have it him! -Get him! -Oh, hey! Now come on! Hang on now. -Go ahead! Get him! -Can't we just settle this over a pint? -Kill the beast! -No? All right then. Come on! I don't give a damn about my reputation You're living in the past It's a new generation -Damn! {Whinnying} A girl can do what she wants to do And that's what I'm gonna do And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not me Me, me, me -Hey, Shrek, tag me! Tag me! And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

just so everyone knows, there are like 5 other asks with the rest of the Shrek script in my inbox…..

but i’m only posting this one, so you’re all so very welcome!!!

(also thank you so very much @genlossicle, your commitment is astounding and very much appreciated lol)

#I feel like this is the best one to post #it has the duloc song! and all star !#ask #the hellsite answers #shrek script #long post #very long post #shrek #script #movie script #hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit

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mothxart · 2 days

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Behold~ 𖦹 ☼ ⋆｡˚⋆ฺ

The new reference for Willow that took me way too long to do good lord I’m not doing a reference that detailed for my other ocs ever again

If you have any questions or you want to ask something about this fella, go ahead!! TELL MEEE :D

I will respond to them the best I can, I still need to develop some lore about Willow :3

More infos ────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

Willow

Willow joined this team recently. Bryan, his mentor, took the responsibility of taking this newcomer under his wing. He still have a lot to learn about his job and this new environment. He’s quite timid but his presence is gladly appreciated by the others on his team.

— Since Willow is a novice on his team, he’s always accompanied by Bryan.

— Willow hates pretty much everything that has many legs such as spiders and snare fleas,

— That fear developed itself on his first day when a face hugger directly fell on his face. Luckily, Bryan was there to help.

— He once had a dog named Angello.

— He studies in meteorological phenomenon 𖤓

— He doesn’t fully know how he ended up working for the company,,,

Masked Willow

— Shefford is the most affected out of everyone (by the death of Willow). He saw what happened to Willow from a far distance and he was unable to do anything to help him get out of this bloody situation. He cannot stand to talk about Willow after what has happened. He fears to lost somebody else on their team.

— Willow is pretty much afraid of everything. This poor fella shakes in terrors if he happens to either see or hear a thumper or the masked who converted him. The masked who converted Willow in question looks after him so he doesn’t rot in a corner or die by something.

— Willow’s memory shortens everyday as the mask takes possession of its host. He will remember the most important things that he hold dear to his heart. Day after day, he will progressively loose them.

— Willow keeps his walkie since it briefly reminds him of his lost friends. It makes him feel calm and secured. He doesn’t fully know why he feels that way as his memory shortens everyday.

— Willow’s memories are still pretty fresh in his mind. However, he tempts to forget easily as the mask is slowly possessing him. He’d try to remember his friends, but sometimes he would just forget their face, their names…little details like that.

— He ran into a Thumper who bit him to his right ankle and got dragged far away into the mansion.

— Willow’s ankle would heal as time goes by…but any sudden or rough movements would tear the muscle tissues apart from his wounds, causing its ankle to bleed out again…

#meih’s art #lethal company oc #lethal company #lethal company fanart #willow oc #my dear willow you never saw your fate coming did you..?#my oc

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curlygirlybitchachos · 6 months

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Clone Reader

*Fives, Echo and Y/n at '79s*

Fives: I dare you!

Y/n: for what? *drinks his cocktail*

Echo: Fives please don't. The last time you do that we went to jail..

Fives: I dare you to kiss one of the Commandos!

Echo: oh fierfek....

*Y/n looks at the Omegas, then stands up*

Echo: Y/n...Y/n stop!

* Y/n looks at Fi, kisses the life out of him, winks, then leaves *

Darman: the fuck was that?

Niner: F'ika are you alright?

Fi, already up: where did the pretty boy go??

~meanwhile~

Echo: I can't believe you did it... I thought he would kill you.

Y/n: I'm a handsome fella. And a rich one too. *looks at Fives*

Fives: I thought he would smack you. It was supposed to be fun...

*somebody tackles Y/n to the floor*

Echo: what the...

Atin, to his comm: I got the man! *picks Y/n up* I hope Fi finally shut his goddam mouth. * goes away *

Echo: we should help.... *Fives puts his hand on his shoulder*

Fives: my money was worth it...

#star wars #clone wars #star wars incorrect quotes #clone wars incorrect quotes #clone reader #clone trooper fives #clone trooper echo #fi skirata #atin skirata #darman skirata #niner skirata

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neverniko101 · 8 days

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Lost in the Deep- The Crew

Hi!! In celebration of Mermay, I’m taking a (short!) break from Horror Dreamtale and Phantasmverse to doodle some of the fellas from my pirates & mermaids AU, Lost in the Deep!

Summary of story:

Dream has the unflinching goal to sail to Thornebreak Island in The Southern Seas to battle the monster that lives there and the pirates it has bent to its will. One problem: he has no idea how to sail. And can’t swim. And is scared of water. He hires retired pirate Geno and rowdy young harpooner Maroon to help him on his journey. Just as they are about to leave, Geno convinces the group to go visit an old friend of his, Blueberry, for some last advice and extra supplies. While Blue was out helping them gather supplies, though, his brother is kidnapped by some of the monster’s pirates, presumably to be dragged back to the lair. A little guilty for unwittingly distracting Blue during the attack, the crew agrees to let him accompany them and help save his brother. Along the way, they bribe convince a member of the Royal Guard’s Navy (Ink) to join them as well.

Oh, and Dream may have forgotten to mention that the monster is his brother, a siren corrupted by a strange parasite. And that he’s a siren, too.

I’m sure everything will go perfectly well.

Geno:

- Ex-pirate

- Lost right eye and left leg

- Pathetic old man /aff

- Could probably still kick your ass

- So tired, somebody get this man some coffee

Dream:

- Based off a koi fish (inspired by @cas-spirit :3)

- He’s trying. So hard. But nothing ever goes right

- Likes to bask in the sun like a lizard

- Insists that the orange scales on his body are just tattoos

- Expending too much energy/coming in too much contact with water could cause him to revert to his siren form (looking like a normal bipedal being is hard work), so he tries to order others around him to do work instead of doing it himself since it’s his boat and he’s the one paying everybody (it does not work he is too nice)

Blueberry:

- big

- Can probably pick you up and throw you 30 ft

- Retired Royal Guard Navy member, fought Geno’s pirate gang and they became friends in between fights

- Started a bakery when he retired- Blue’s Baked Bites

- Sure would be a shame if he bonded with the younger members of the group. In a fatherly way. Almost like becoming a father figure-

- Don’t let his size and appearance fool you, he is a lovable idiot

Ink:

- Just a Little Guy™️

- Easily distracted by shiny objects and hoards them in hidden corners

- His vials don’t help him feel things, but are rather medicine for a magical condition

- Likes to sit in the crow’s nest, obviously

- om nom nom eat all the fish

Maroon:

- Some variety of Fell variant

- Likes playing with sharp objects

- Very high energy, but not necessarily mean

- Insomnia

- Tries to be tough and scary but is secretly precious boy

Okay that’s it maybe I’ll do the pirates next

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cultofdixon · 10 months

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Taking Time

Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns | AFAB • The fall of the prison brought these two together, and it meant so much more • ANGST/SFW/NSFW • TW: Canon Violence / Insecurities / Night Terrors / Burn Scars / PTSD / Abuse

“Claimed!”

The familiar voice rang through Daryl’s ears thinking he was dreaming until he looked up spotting Y/N standing amongst a strange group. Looks like a biker gang. Without the bikes of course.

“Well shit boys. They modified the rules once again, but I’m kind of likin’ it” the man circled Daryl as he brought himself to his feet stepping close to Y/N about to embrace them when they retracted into themselves. “Aww. No hug for the newbie, anyway, you’ll learn about how we run things as we go along. But for obvious “what the fuck we doing” reasons. We’re tracking somebody”

“And helping this sweet piece of ass find that weird sanctuary place thinking the rest of their friends are there” and to the one’s mistake, he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulder as Daryl watches their whole body tense and suddenly swing back one of their fists to meet his nose. The guy falls back with a thud and before he could get up Daryl aims his crossbow at his head resulting in a gun aimed at Y/N’s.

“Now now. Len here clearly never learns from his mistakes when dealin’ with the feral animal like times before.” The man from before, became obvious that he’s their leader. “He won’t do it again Y/N. But since you claimed this fella here, until he proves himself. Anything he does out of turn…will result in punishment on you” he whispers his threat up close and personal to Y/N making Daryl surrender to make him step away, but the defensive body language from his…Y/N. Started to stress him out, thinking they’ll snap a bone if touched.

Once the group got themselves settled into a building for the night, Y/N quickly claimed the truck and shoved one of the guys of the way for it. They gestured for Daryl to join them as the others fought for the other places. The two sat in the bed of the truck watching the others get settled as Daryl brought his attention back to Y/N seeing the exhaustion in their face along with the stress that he doesn’t know entirely about.

Until he had woken to the sound of fighting that was quickly muffled by one covering the other’s mouth. In this case being Len covering Y/N’s mouth as he drags their struggling form outside the garage. Daryl didn’t wait another second but did his best to keep quiet going to save them when—

“Where you going?”

“You let this shit just happen?”

“Y/N has always been a piece of work with us. Not only is the helping one another find whatever either of us is looking for being a reason to stay, but because they’ve caused us trouble. And instead of putting a bullet between their eyes, they agreed to work with us. In any. way. shape. or form” The leader by the name of Joe, that was earlier told to Daryl while the group migrated, stated watching a bit of the horror his words intended write itself on his face. “Nothing sexual if that makes yea feel better. You should just let’em fight”

“Nah. Fuck off” Daryl hissed and before he could even get to the door, Tony knocked him onto his ass. “Piss off—-“ and he stopped when he heard the click of Joe’s gun.

“Just let’em fight”

Daryl was willing to take a bullet for Y/N in that moment, but there’s so much more to it. He felt like a monster letting it happen…but he didn’t want them to die in a quick way either. He needs to find a way for this to stop.

The next morning came and Daryl stayed up all night with Y/N. After they came back in, they stopped speaking. Part of it was the injuries to their throat, another was the rage brewing inside them. But one thing they did do was take Daryl’s hand at some time during the night to reassure him not to blame himself, even if he does that regardless.

“Explain your shitty rules”

Joe chuckles to the tone but was going to comply anyway. “You see somethin’ you want. Claim it. Before another does. Y/N picks fights—-“

“Shut it. Am I still claimed?”

“Nah. I think that fine ass did it so we wouldn’t have killed yea the second we saw you. Cuz we really didn’t trust how you just sat in the middle of the road and didn’t get bothered by any walkers. Force of nature in your own strange way” Joe took out a pack of cigarettes that he managed to find, offering one to Daryl as he shook his head. “So do whatever. But don’t pick a fight. Imma still keep that rule in play. You do shit. They pay for it” he gestured to Y/N walking in the center of the group.

Daryl had gotten an idea.

Resulting in Y/N freezing to the hand wrapped around their throat and being pinned against the wall. They had just gotten into a fight with Len again and Daryl was sick of this shit. Putting them in their place which got brownie points from the rest of the group. Joe especially.

“You do what you’re told from now on” Daryl threats watching Y/N tense up a bit more as they nod, feeling a tear roll off their cheek.

“Well done. The feral beast is now tamed.” Joe suddenly grabs Len by the collar and shoved him against one of the cars they found. “Len, we’ll put a bullet through your head if you mess with them. Let Daryl discipline them when they’re out of line” he smirks releasing the poor dude before finding their group another spot to hold up in.

As the others followed Joe leaving Daryl and Y/N to be the stragglers, Y/N wiped away the tear relaxing their body once Daryl removed his hand.

“Sorry” He whispers to them, Y/N still deciding not to speak but they patted his shoulder to give him some sense that it was all part of the plan and okay…it was just going to set them back a bit.

Another few days went by, resulting in one where Len died after trying to plant something of Daryl’s in Y/N’s pack. Joe was sick of the kid’s shit and ended his dumbass. As night fell, Y/N offered to keep watch after setting up another barrier of cans. But Daryl of course refused to let them be alone and the remaining few of the Claimers, something the two decided to call them, turned in for the night.

“I really did get stuck by hurting a few of them” Y/N blurts out to avoid the silence between the two. Thankful that they started the conversation making Daryl internally sigh. “Already didn’t come out of the prison unscathed. Had to fight a few Governor fucks on my way out…they found me bleeding and full of rage. Didn’t kill Lou but he was the one that knocked me down back to square one…” they rub their throat gently not enjoying the bruises, but Daryl noticed how hesitant they were to touch parts of their arm. “I was already found broken…then got thrown back down to that stage again”

________

While on a run by himself to mainly get something for Maggie, Glenn came back in a hurry startling everybody when he came in running with a body in his arms. Beth and Carl quickly took everything off the table letting Glenn set the person down as Hershel approached with Caleb, both assessing the situation.

“We bringing in walker-like strays now?” Daryl states watching Carol move to block Beth who’s carrying Judith and Carl in case the mysterious person turned.

“They saved me. They weren’t bit or nothing”

“But we know very well that even a bullet wound can turn a man. Carol take’em out of the cellblock” Rick gestures for his friend to take the kids out before turning to the two docs. “Y’all can do what you can. But the second things go south, you’re taking them out” he pointed to Glenn making it his responsibility given he brought them in.

But instead of a walker waking out of the person, woke was a terrified human being cornering themselves while the group mistakenly surrounded him.

“We ain’t gonna hurt yea.” Hershel reassures taking a step back as the person who looked as if they were mummified because of the bandages pressed themselves against the wall.

Glenn stepped into view seeing their eyes lock on him and a sense of relief washed over them but when he stepped close they retracted.

“You were severely burned when you saved me. Clearly you were in something else before saving me…So I had to return the favor when you passed out from I assume exhaustion” Glenn says with a frown watching as his words did nothing to calm them.

Daryl finally arrived back with Rick and Maggie seeing the situation for himself. He watches for a bit seeing the few trying to approach the stranger that was giving clear signs that they didn’t want them near’em.

“Ight. Everybody out.” Daryl states receiving confused looks. “I’ve got it. Now get the fuck out” he watches his family go from confused to he’s serious and did what was…demanded more than asked of them.

The second the few surrounding the stranger was no longer around them and Daryl was left to be with them. He watches them slide against the wall reaching the ground and curling up on themselves.

“Nobody here is gonna hurt yea.” He kept his distance kneeling to the floor to be their level. “What we heard was you saved one of our own. We don’t meet those who help with violence.”

“…He didn’t see the walkers following him, and the foundation was weak enough to knock over to take the crowd out” They sounded weak given their state. “I…Had Uhm…just…”

“You don’t gotta tell me what happened to yea” Daryl starts seeing the relief flood them instantly. “I’ll stop anybody that bothers yea for an answer. You don’t gotta share if you don’t wanna”

Later that day, Daryl helped them get settled into one of the office rooms. Since the cells weren’t giving them any comfort, hell he understands that feeling.

“Holler if yea need anything…uhm”

“It’s Y/N. Y/N…” Y/N gave him an appreciative look as he made his leave to let them settle in.

________

“You’ve said I never had to bring it up…But this, still doesn’t top being burned alive” Y/N scoffs feeling the tears coming. “Your family made me feel safe again, be able to trust again…then the second I extend my hand in asking for help. I’m shoved back into that place feeling the heat rise and the footsteps fade…”

“Let’s leave then” Daryl whispers to Y/N seeing the pleading look in their eyes mixed with the fear and anxious body language. “I’ve lost and I ain’t gonna keep losin’. I’m not losin’ you to these fucks” he continues to keep his voice low turning back to the group before quietly getting up and extending his hand to them. “I’m not losing you” and with that, Y/N took the chance and they left.

But when the next night came and Joe had found who he was looking for this entire time. Daryl couldn’t let anything more happen and revealed himself from the shadows. Given the two had gotten back onto the road by following it within the tree line, but when they heard the commotion of the Claimers, they knew something was up.

“What the hell you doing?”

“Well lookie here fellas” Joe smirks keeping his gun directed at Rick. “Where’s your partner huh? Len might not be around but I still got a thing or two to pick with Y/N”

“What. Are. You. Doing.”

“Paying respects to Lou. By killing his killer”

“These people…are good people.” Daryl states watching Y/N in the darkness start to pull up without being spotted.

“Yeah? He killed our friend, saying he’s good people…is a lie” and that triggered two of the guys to bring Daryl down. Taking his crossbow off of him and starting to lay a few punches. While the one keeping Carl in the truck, Dan, pulled the kid out so that Rick could watch what he’s going to do with him. “First. We’re gonna beat your friend Daryl to death, then we’re gonna take the girl…and the boy, and finally end you”

Without a second thought, Rick suddenly head butted Joe causing him to release a shot but topple back a bit. As Rick formulated a quick plan, another shot rang through. Seeing the man on Carl drop and the one who fired coming out from the dark being Y/N. Oh how the two tuned out the rest of the world in that moment…

Rick took care of Joe giving him a piece of his mind while Y/N tackled down one of the two on Daryl, giving him a window to take care of the other. As Michonne took down her attacker before checking on Carl.

As the sun started to rise, Rick sat in silence thinking of what had just happened and turned to the two beside him seeing the damage done on Y/N that has aged.

“Why did you stay with’em? Did you know—-“

“We were trackin’ somebody. Didn’t know it was you. I just wanted to find you guys. Got stuck in a predicament” Y/N wipes the blood from their lip after being punched a few times during their recent altercation. “Then found Daryl, and got roped into another problem”

“It was a lot, Rick. Couldn’t step out until there was a window. A bit of an obvious one but still” Daryl kept his attention to the ground below before turning to Y/N when they rest their head on his shoulder. They all were exhausted. Y/N’s body was starting to give in.

“…Need to find the others. Find out if they’re alright”

Following the directions on the signs that passed by to this sanctuary called Terminus the closer they got. Y/N’s anxiety started to eat at them realizing it’s a gated community and remembering they didn’t know much of it. It could be a trap was all they thought as Rick cautiously placed his hand upon their shoulder watching them retract.

“You stay out here in case shit happens and we need rescuing”

“I don’t trust it Rick.”

“I know, I don’t either. But we’ll need someone like you to help us out of there when given the signal”

But the signal never came in the form of the retired sheriff or even the archer or the swordsman.

It was Carol. She had startled them unexpectedly as she had a suspicion on the place when she noticed the signs for herself. But seeing Y/N had been watching the community from the outside and hearing that they received no sign from their group…she knew that the two of them would have to break them out.

With the help of an explosion.

After getting their group out of the hell with cannibals, real fucking cannibals. Everyone reunited with Carol and eventually we’re led to where Judith and Tyreese were.

Y/N watches the Grimes reunite with one another and couldn’t help but grip onto their chest.

________

Y/N cornered themselves in a cell in the quarantine block as they felt their chest tighten at every breath. They couldn’t remember the last time they were sick but it definitely didn’t feel like this. They were waiting like the rest still standing, for Daryl and the others to return with the medicine and it felt like it was taking forever with how incredibly slow everything was happening.

Then Daryl came through the cell block with those that accompanied him and immediately went to Hershel who made the cocktail for those still alive.

Leading the archer to instantly make his way toward Y/N’s cell as he didn’t wait a second to give them the medicine. And within that moment even if it didn’t go into full effect, he wrapped his arms around them holding them in his embrace.

________

Something he’s been wanting to do since they reunited

Ever since the prison collapsed, everything seemed to went down hill. Now the group walked aimlessly through the streets after losing a few of their own.

Beth…

Tyreese…

Both happened so suddenly that it will ache for a while.

As the group stopped in the middle of the road investigating the water that was left out there. Ultimately refusing it. The weather changed and it felt like a sign when the rain fell…that some good will come again with time.

The archer didn’t budge from his place letting the rain hit him and ultimately drench him like it did others. He only moved slightly when he felt their hand place itself on his arm. As Y/N looks up at Daryl with that concern look in their eyes, the same one he bore during their time with the claimers. He knew he could do what he wanted right then and there…

Carefully engulfing Y/N in his embrace feeling them wrap their arms tightly around him holding on for fear life. As no one could tell that they had started to cry silently in each other’s arms due to the rain.

It’ll take time to heal from it all.

But he was thankful for them in this moment.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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sunnebeam · 9 months

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thunder & rain.

A 'CITY OF LIGHTS' DRABBLE.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

warnings: gangster squad au, cheating (please read the previous drabbles for better context), toxic relationship, mentions of mafia shit, fighting

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: in case u didn't know, i'm still currently on my aug-oct vacation (see details in pinned post!) and this post was scheduled in advance :> anyw shit starts to escalate for our col!couple here so hopefully u enjoy reading. and as always, don't forget to leave feedback

— prev – neon lights. | next – ain't no god on my streets.

"You don't look too happy."

Jungkook purses his lips, his vision unfocused as he stares at the tabletop full of documents and blueprints. His ears are filled with static, as well as the distant voices of his ragtag crew.

One voice, however, rings out.

"I thought you'd be happier," his right hand man and the group's detective, Seokjin, repeats his earlier sentiment. "We just had our first successful operation after months of failure."

"I am happy," Jungkook insists. "I'm just overwhelmed."

"You should be," the group's sharpshooter, Yoongi, says. "Bugging his home office that night was your idea and it was genius."

Jungkook thinks back to the night in question – how they raided Taehyung's office while you were out for dinner, how they didn't find anything conclusive, how you arrived back home early, and how he quickly thought of planting a mic there at the very last minute.

His last minute idea had him staying behind at the property while his crew went on ahead, and it was his last minute idea that had him bumping into you.

("I'll get you out of here, I promise.")

He shakes his head, bringing himself back to the present.

"Uh, Jungkook?" Namjoon, another detective in the group, calls out to him. "Your phone's lighting up."

Jungkook swiftly snatches his phone, unlocking it to find a text from you asking to meet up.

"That your girl, Kook?" Hoseok, their wire-tapping expert, inquires.

"What did she say?" Jimin, their knife-wielder, asks.

"She wants to meet up. Says its urgent," Jungkook utters befofe springing towards the door with a mumble of, "I have to go."

Thirty minutes later, he finds himself seated across from you in a less crowded restaurant in the outskirts of the city. You're fiddling with your fingers nervously, alternating between looking down and looking at him.

"You wanted to see me?" he probes gently, mindful of your anxious state.

It takes a while before you answer him.

"He thinks somebody ratted him out," you say.

You tell him about the recent shipment and the issues that came with it. You tell him about Taehyung lashing out at everyone, thinking there's a mole among his men.

Jungkook thinks back to the mic he planted in Taehyung's office.

"He thinks someone snitched?"

"Yes. And it's only a matter of time before he points fingers at me."

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks, alarmed. "You gotta get out of here. You gotta get out of the city."

"I can't," you respond, worry evident in your face.

"Why not? It's dangerous here, doll."

"Where would I even go? I have no family. No one."

"You have me!"

You stare at him, eyebrows furrowed skeptically. He looks back at you, his own eyebrows furrowed desperately.

A minute passes before you finally ask, "Do I?"

"Yes." He doesn't skip a beat. "You do. You have all of me." He sighs. "Look, doll, for what it's worth... what we had was real. Is real."

You don't get a chance to respond when you see one of Taehyung's men entering the restaurant. He looks around for a bit before his eyes land on you. He then walks over to your table with purpose but just as he opens his mouth to speak to you, Jungkook intercepts him.

"Can I help you, fella?" Jungkook asks.

"I'll get to you in a minute. I just need to talk to little miss birdie here."

You gulp.

"Well, it looks to me like she doesn't want to talk to you," Jungkook continues.

"This doesn't concern you, fucker. Zip it." The man turns to you. "I got a message from the boss."

His hand reaches inside his pocket to procure a small looking vial, but you don't get a chance to know what it is before Jungkook snatches it out of the man's hand and punches him.

The man falls to the floor, clutching his nose in pain, before Jungkook stands up and towers over him while holding the vial.

"Is this it? Is this your message? Acid?! Were you gonna splash acid on her?!"

"No, no, stop, stop—"

There's a murderous glint in Jungkook's eyes.

"If I ever see you near her again, I'll fucking kill you."

The other customers start to crowd around, whispering as the man does nothing but nod pathetically. He probably thinks he got off the hook but Jungkook proves him wrong by tipping the vial over his crotch and pouring the acid onto him.

The man's screams and the other customer's snickers echo in your ears as Jungkook takes your hand and leads you out of the restaurant. He walks the two of you to his car, strapping your shocked form first before situating himself in the driver's seat and driving away.

You don't say anything for a few moments and he starts to get worried.

"What's the matter, doll? Never had a man fight for you before?"

You shake your head but your eyes still portray shock.

"Over me, but never for me," you croak out.

"Come here."

You do as he says, scooting over as much as you could. He wraps his free arm around you and bury your face in his side.

"I won't let anybody touch you, doll. I promise."

For once, you find yourself believing him.

"Okay."

He breathes a sigh of relief and places a quick kiss on the top of your head.

"Where are we going?" you ask after a while, observing the scenery outside the car windows that are slowly become less familiar.

He gives you a reassuring smile. "We're getting you out of here."

Five minutes later, Jungkook is knocking quietly on a door and it opens to reveal a young looking man.

"Jungkook," he says in surprise, his eyes flickering to you briefly before he opens the door further and ushers you both inside. "What are you doing here?"

Jungkook leads you inside before turning to face the man.

"I have a favor to ask."

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jardin-de-limaginaire · 2 years

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May I request a Mischa Bachinski x reader where the reader is subtlety flirting with him and one of the members of the choir helps him realize that he’s in love with the reader. Thanks 😊

Oooooh, that sounds very adorable! Here's your order of a Mischa Bachinski x reader one shot where (Y/N) subtly flirts with Mischa and Mischa doesn't admit to his feelings, until the choir helps him admit it! (Btw I wrote this at school on my phone so it's not the best quality of writing, but it's honest work)

Have a good day/night anon <3(and also to the person reading this :D)

(Tw: None!)

word count: 1,189 words

I won't say I'm in love (Mischa Bachinski x gn!reader fluff)

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"You're very handsome today, Mischa!" I looked at (Y/N) who just complimented me while we were doing our algebra homework at the school library. I grinned at them.

"Thanks bro!" I said, making a fist out of my hand so that we can fist bump. Me and (Y/N) have been homies since I first came to Canada. They helped me with my YouTube channel, they help me feel better after my parents act like I don't exist, and they help me with my homework when I don't understand, just like right now.

As I was waiting for my fist bump, I saw (Y/N) looking sad. What is wrong? Do they not understand this exercise. But they are way smarter at me when it comes to math, especially at algebra. I can try helping them with this exercise, since its easy.

"Hey bro, do you need help?" I asked. They looked at me and then their cheeks became warmer. Are they ill? I put my hand on their forehead, and their cheeks became even more warmer, but their forehead remained cold.

"You have very smooth yet strong hands." They smirked at me.

"Oh you're not sick. That's good!" I said as I got back to writing. I heard them sigh for some reason, but when I looked at them, they were writing., with a bored expression. They are probably not feeling well. We should really go to the pharmacy after school.

We were writing some more, and helping eachother.

As we were writing, (Y/N) put a hand on my hand, and looked at me in the eyes.

"Mischa I really have to take something out of my chest...I-" "Mr/Ms/Mx (L/N), Mr Lewis wants to talk to you about the upcoming math contest." I saw a teacher come to get (Y/N), so that our math teacher, Mr Lewis, can prepare them for the contest. I saw (Y/N) have an angry expression.

"Ugh, killjoy...I'm coming!" (Y/N) muttered the first part so that no one could hear them. Before they left, they ruffled my hair and ran to the teacher. My cheeks became warmer. What is this feeling? Am I also sick?

"Mischa, I didn't think you would be here out of all places." I suddenly got out of my thoughts as someone spoke from behind me. It was the ginger from the choir, Ocean, together with Noel, Constance, the new girl...I believe Penny was her name, and Ricky.

"Why is your face that red. You look redder than Ocean's hair" Noel giggled for some reason, and Ocean started glaring at him. "OH I'M JUST...sweaty?" I laughed nervously trying to hide my face.

Ricky sat next to me and started writing in his notebook. "He's lying" was written on the paper.

"Mischa, did you see a girl...or boy...or somebody that made you blush?" Asked Constance, looking nervously at the ground.

"Ooooohhhh, the angriest boy in town has a little crush on somebody," Noel said before putting his hand to his mouth. "Wonder who is the lucky fella" He giggled like a girl.

"With who were you hanging out today? Maybe they are the reason why he's blushing." The new girl said in a quiet voice.

"Good idea, Penelope!" Said Ocean. The new girl gave an awkward laugh before saying: "My name is Penny, not Penelope..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry Penny! I keep forgetting since you're so new here!" Ocean said with sadness in her voice before looking at me and giving me a devilish smirk.

"So...Who did you hang out with, Mischa?" Asked Ocean.

"You aren't a cop! You can't ask me these stupid questions." I said as I covered my face with a book.

"C'mon, Mishka! Would you please tell me who you hung out with to little ol' me?" Noel asked as he sat next to me and put his finger on his cheeks, which created dimples, and gave me puppy eyes.

"Ok, fine! I hung out with (Y/N) since they're my homie." I responded. Both Ocean and Noel said "Ooohhh!" As they were flapping their hands. Why did they react like that?

"Seems like somebody's in love!" Laughed Constance. What are they talking about? (Y/N) is my bro, my homie, my dawg, my bestie, my everything...WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING, THEY ARE ONLY MY FRIEND.

"Pft, nah. It's not like I think of them every second." I laughed awkwardly.

"C'mon Mischa, just admit it, you like (Y/N) more than a friend," Noel said, looking bored of everything I say.

"BUT I DON'T! Like yeah, they're smart, sweet...handsome/pretty.........Oh god, I think I'm really in love!" I said in shock.

"HURRAY HE ADMITTED!" Wrote Ricky in the notebook, with a grin on his face.

"Go get 'em, champ!" Said Noel as he and Ocean pushed me out the door.

"HEY, I FORGOT MY PHONE!" I yelled as I was trying to get inside the school library, but I couldn't.

"Nuh-huh! Not until you admit your feelings for them!" Giggled Ocean together with Noel.

"BUT WHAT IF THEY DON'T ACCEPT MY LOVE?" I asked.

"They will! Didn't you see what lovey Dovey puppy dog eyes they give you every time we are at choir practice? They'll 100% accept your love!" Said Noel.

As I had nothing else to do, I decided to search for them.

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"Goodbye, Mr/Ms/Mx (L/N)! See you next Wednesday at the math contest!" Said Mr. Lewis and I waved back.

I was ready for the upcoming math contest, yet I'm still nervous. Not because of the math contest, but because I have to admit my feelings to Mischa at some point...

Speaking about Mischa, he came running toward me and hugged me, while flinging me through the air.

Wait, what is happening????

He put me back down, and got on one knee, and took off his cap.

"My dear (Y/N). I have finally got back to my senses, which have told me that you are the one for me. You were always there for me, through my ups and downs. When I look into your eyes, I don't see the boy I am, but the man I have to become to be with you. I'll love you for all of eternity, but only if you accept, and even if you don't accept, I'll still love you. Now, will you accept my simple declaration of love for you?" He said, holding my hand.

I was on the verge of tears, and got on my knee, and hugged him. "YES!YEYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYEYES!" I kept repeating the word "Yes" until I started crying. He hugged me back, and started crying too.

𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"I was right! They really are in love with each other!" I said and smirked at Noel.

He rolled his eyes while groaning, and gave me 5 dollars. "Well played Satan,. well played!"

THE END

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)

#Randommoonchild #x reader #ride the cyclone mischa #ride the cyclone x reader #ride the cyclone #mischa rtc #mischa bachinski #mischa x reader #mischa bachinski x reader #rtc x reader #rtc

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lemonxdaisybby · 21 days

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Your most recent post inspired me to ask if we could get first kiss headcanons for Sawashiro and Yamai please?

Omg I was kind of hoping to get some more requests for those two, thank you 🥹💕

Sawashiro:

Unpopular opinion maybe, but you might just have to initiate the first kiss with Sawashiro. He’s been with many women before, he has plenty of experience, but he doesn’t necessarily have experience with wholesome, non-toxic relationships. This is very new to him. He’s also unfamiliar with physical affection in a more romantic sense, so he’d be a bit unsure in how to approach things with you. It’s not that he’d never make the first move, but more so that you might grow a little impatient with him and just choose to make the first move yourself. It’d be a lot quicker this way too.

The first kiss would occur after the third or fourth date, after little to no physical touch has occurred, other than maybe some fleeting touches, brushing past each other, or Jo placing a gentle hand on the low of your back to guide you somewhere. This man gives nothing away, and is unreadable at the best of times, so the prospect of making the first move for a kiss would be very intimidating, but somebody’s gotta do it.

You’d still likely find him a bit intimidating at this point, so you’d just opt to give him a gentle peck on the lips, just to gauge his reaction. It would definitely take him by surprise, and he’d pause for a moment once you’ve pulled away, momentarily stunned, before pulling himself together and scolding himself internally for not making the first move. He’s a man goddammit. He likes tradition. He should have kissed you first. He would immediately pull you back in by your waist for a deeper, more passionate kiss, not only to redeem himself, but also to show you just how it’s done.

He wouldn’t be flustered or anything, and would be pretty nonchalant after, although if he catches you blushing or acting bashful he would definitely smirk, enjoying your reaction. He’d maybe be a bit disappointed that he didn’t make the first move, but also he’d be impressed that you took initiative too.

Kisses with Jo would always be pretty heated, and would leave you feeling warm and flustered. He only tends to give you kisses on the lips when he’s horny and looking for sex, or in very rare moments where he just feels the overwhelming urge to kiss you. Most other times, he’s more of a quick peck on the forehead kinda guy. Not the most affectionate move, but it’s still quite sweet.

Yamai:

One word for this fella, mysterious and smooth. He would definitely be the one to kiss you first, more so because you might feel a bit too nervous yourself making the first move. Even when initially dating, he would still have that slight intimidating aura about him, to the point where you feel as though he is dangerous, and you can’t quite figure him out.

It would be following a date, maybe the second or third date. His gang is priority at this point, so it’s possible he might get called away at times and have to leave dates early. He’d of course be annoyed, but it can’t be helped, and he would have made it clear to you when first initiating dating that he might have to disappear at times.

He’d be walking you to a taxi after being called away from a date early by one of his subordinates. A sudden shower of rain would be lashing down, and so the two of you would be sharing an umbrella, and Yamai would be in very close proximity to you. He’d have insisted on walking you to your taxi before leaving himself, just to make sure you get back safely, and maybe it would just occur to him that cutting the date short isn’t very fair on you? Or maybe he just really wants to kiss you? Who knows. The man cannot be read, but he’d be looking down at you with that expressionless face, his eyes dark and brooding.

Before you can quite comprehend what’s going on, Yamai would have pulled you in closer to him, and his lips would be catching your own in a firm kiss. It wouldn’t be an innocent, quick peck, as that’s not really Yamai’s style. It would be strong and meaningful, as his lips move against your own.

You can’t quite tell what he’s thinking, but there’s a spark in his eye afterwards, as he wordlessly opens the taxi door for you, allowing you to climb inside in a daze. He’d probably leave you with a short goodbye, letting you know that he’ll contact you later, and of course handing you money for the ride (he isn’t about to make you pay for your own taxi home), and that would be that. Once you’re safely in the taxi, he would just turn away and make his own way back, disappearing into the night, leaving you feeling warm and flustered.

#ryu ga gotoku #yakuza like a dragon #lad infinite wealth #like a dragon infinite wealth #yakuza infinite wealth #yutaka yamai #jo sawashiro x reader #jo sawashiro #yutaka Yamai x reader

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allzelemonz · 10 months

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Reciprocation: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/References to sex Warnings: Soft Micah Bell, Micah realizing he like sensual touch, smitten Micah, dancing, drinking, kissing, admitting feelings, referenced masturbation, pre-canon/pre-Blackwater, Callander boys are alive, Jenny’s alive Summary: A relaxed day in camp gives Micah a chance to act on his feelings with the help of a little liquor and jealousy.

The sun hangs high over West Elizabeth and as far as the Van der Linde gang is concerned, it’s a nice, lazy day. The laundry, sewing, dishes, everything is all caught up and the water hauling, wood chopping, and cooking has been done for hours, enabling everyone in camp to lounge. Even Miss Grimshaw has found a comfortable spot with a book, leaving the cares of camp upkeep for tomorrow.

Tilly is winning game after game of dominos, a few others are playing poker, the rest are scattered around camp for their own entertainment. The newest members of the gang, each only a handful of weeks joined, have all found their places by now. Charles finds his entertainment in watching the games of poker, Lenny sits with young Jenny, and Micah sits by the scout fire with a whittling stub. However, the blond’s focus is elsewhere. It has been since he took Dutch up on his offer and came to camp. His eyes are on you.

You have found your relaxation in watching the Callander boys attempt to best each other in bravery by throwing knives at each other’s feet. He’s close enough to hear the chatter of the group, still far enough for no one to notice his staring.

Mary-Beth winces as another knife hits the dirt by Mac’s shoe. “You two ain’t gonna keep doin’ this, are ya?”

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Mac says, picking up the knife his brother threw.

“Somebody’s gonna get hurt.” She mutters.

“That’s the point.” You sigh. “Whoever flinches or messes up the throw loses.”

“Couldn’t y'all play blackjack er somethin’?”

“No cards.” Davey mutters, watching as his brother aims for his throw.

“Besides…” You lean a little closer to Mary-Beth. “Watching a man jump around with a knife in his foot is much more entertaining.”

Mary-Beth scoffs, turning her attention to the book in her lap. You shake your head and the smile that works its way onto your face makes Micah smile himself. There isn’t a thing he doesn’t want from you at this point. When he first joined he just thought of you as one of Dutch’s little pawns, as dumb as Williamson and useless as MacGuire. But as time went on and he saw you handle a gun, kill a few folks, put the odd fella in his place, he started falling. Initaly, after a job with you, he hoped for a quick night hidden in the trees after a few drinks, then he got to know you a little. He sat at camp fires where you talked with the others, he played a game of poker with you, he saw you go about your daily life. Every little thing fell into place to the point of him being absolutely smitten.

And that is exactly why he hasn’t spoken to you outside of a job since he realized it.

He knows you’ll reject him. Closest you’ve come to a man like him is Davey with his blond hair and similar vicious nature, but most would say the Callander boy is much handsomer than him, much more likable as well. You have no reason to like Micah and he knows it, so he throws meaningless flirtations around to whoever will listen and keeps you at a distance. Failure is much worse than not trying at all.

He looks up from his whittling in time to see Davey’s shoe catch Mac’s knife. He doesn’t scream but a smile spreads over his face, so it likely didn’t hit his foot. Still you look worried and it makes Micah grip his knife’s hilt a little tighter in jealousy. It’s you that gets on the ground to check the knife, you that pulls it out and hands it to Davey, and Micah swears your fingers linger when you hand it to him.

“Davey wins!” You say with a grin. “Money, please, Mary-Beth.”

The girl glowers at you but she fishes the money from a page in her book and hands it to you.

“Damn it.” Mac groans.

Davey grins, tossing his brother the knife before putting an arm around your shoulders. Micah nearly breaks the piece of wood in his hand from how tightly he grips it. He knows you’re friends, he knows you’ve known each other a good amount of time, and he has no reason to think you think of anyone in this gang as anything other than a friend. Yet, he hates Davey for touching you.

“Buy me a drink with your winnings, cowboy?” Davey chuckles.

The smile you give the Callander boy makes Micah’s head spin and he doesn’t catch your response. Mac pushes the two of you apart, saying something, but Micah can only watch you as you move to talk to Mary-Beth. You lean on the chair she sits on, looking over her shoulder at her book. He’d give anything to have that kind of proximity to you.

“Will you two shut up!” Karen yells from the poker table.

“Not a chance, Miss Jones!” Mac yells back.

The brothers each touch your shoulder as they hurry off to bother Karen, leaving you and Mary-Beth alone. You point at something on the page and Mary-Beth looks up at you with a smile, playfully slapping your hand away as her cheeks go red.

“You read filthy things, Miss Gaskill.”

“You hush.” She giggles, shooing you away.

You turn with a smile and retreat towards the main fire where a few others sit, telling stories. Micah lets himself breathe for a moment before realizing that the image of your smile isn’t going to leave his head while he feels a familiar tightness in his pants. He leaves the scout fire for the trees, abandoning his whittling in favor of imagining you.

When he returns, the camp has moved on to music and drinking. He finds you easily, by the Callanders again as well as Tilly, all with smiles. Micah brings himself to the crate of whiskey, meeting Bill there. He glares at the man, in no mood for conversation. As quickly as he can, he drowns himself in the buzz liquor provides. He distances himself from you, not wanting to see whatever attention you give other people. A few of the gang start to dance with another when the music from Dutch’s tent turns sweet. Lenny and Jenny, Hosea and Dutch, Karen and Mary-Beth, all swaying with smiles and sweet feelings.

Then he sees you and Davey smiling at each other and whatever sense of self control he has left is thrown to the wind when he tosses his whiskey bottle to the ground.

He clears his throat and the group looks up at him from their spot on the ground.

“Mister Bell.” Mac smiles. “Wanna sit?”

He ignores the brother, instead holding out a hand to you. His actions purely spurred on by liquor fueled confidence. “Dance with me.”

Tilly covers her mouth when she starts to laugh, not wanting to be impolite despite the absurdity. Davey leans closer to you and whispers something Micah can’t hear, irritating him more.

Before he can open his mouth to tell the Callander boy off, you stand and take his hand. Micah stares for a moment, the drunken state of his mind finds some sense of sobriety as he looks at you. You’re smiling. At him. Your hand is touching his. He feels like a dumb kid.

“I’d love to, Micah.”

His name on your lips is something he could listen to on a loop forever. You’ve never said it so sweetly before. He’s only ever heard you say it to get his attention or as a passing greeting

“Y-Ya would?” He finds himself saying before he can stop it.

You step closer to him, your hand now holding his with your fingers laced together. “Very much.”

He clears his throat to compose himself and nods when he can’t make words come out. You pull him along to the open space where others are dancing and put your hands on his waist. He timidly places his on your shoulders as you start to sway with the music. There is the distinct feeling of eyes watching the two of you and Micah has to make himself think they’re jealous he’s dancing with you even though he knows they’re more likely shocked that you’re doing so.

“Micah?”

He blinks, focusing on your face and pushing his doubts away. You pull him closer, pressing yourself against him and Micah naturally lets his arms drape around your neck.

“You’re acting strange.” You say and he can feel your breath on his face.

He clears his throat. “Ain’t nothing ta worry about, cowpoke.”

“Really?” You smile, your hand snaking around to run along Micah’s spine. “You sure?”

Micah shivers under the touch. “Best watch yerself, darlin’.”

He gets caught on the way your eyes sparkle in the low light, admiring their color in a proximity he’s never been granted before. Your foreheads are nearly touching, noses brushing if he doesn’t sway quite right.

“Why would I wanna do that?” You ask as your hand squeezes his waist.

For a moment he can’t find his breath, your hands on him feeling like fire. “Don’t want folks thinkin’ yer fallin’ for me.”

“I fell for you a long time ago, Micah.” You whisper, just a paper’s worth of distance from his lips. “Just didn’t think you did until you started acting strange.”

He can’t take the proximity anymore, your lips just barely touching his and your hands touching him softer than anyone ever has, he closes the gap and presses his lips to yours. There’s not a care in the world about the rest of the gang, he can’t afford to care, not when he needs you the way he does. His hand goes to your hair as you hold him steady against you, the dancing part of your encounter fading away completely when your tongue pushes past his lips.

When you pull away from him he chases for an inch, immediately missing the intimacy. You smile at him and your eyes move to something in the distance. Micah turns to see Davey approaching with a sour look, holding out money. You take it from him, putting the money in your pocket before your hand returns right back to Micah’s waist.

“I ain’t losin’ the next one.” Davey says flatly.

“You could still beat Mac.” You say, hand squeezing Micah’s waist again. “And Javier.”

Davey smirks. “Have fun, asshole.”

He walks away and you turn your attention back to Micah. “Stupid bet.” You say, giving him a quick kiss. “Don’t worry about it.”

“About me?”

You smile and Micah can feel it against his lips. “Kinda… I’ll tell you later.”

Micah’s questions are silenced when you kiss him again. Your hands wander his sides, only inhibited from touching his skin by a thin red shirt and he’s never been more thankful for dressing comfortably. His heart drops for a moment when he feels your hands find his protruding stomach, knowing it’s not his most desirable feature, but you treat it like the rest of his body, with a gentleness and adoration that makes him moan against your lips.

“Like the way you feel, Micah.” You mutter, smiling against him.

He shutters as your hand traces the bottom of his stomach that sticks out above his waistline. “Shit…”

“You want something real, Micah?” You ask. “Or just tonight.”

He’d take anything. You could beat him senseless and he’d thank you, humiliate him in front of everyone and he’d still feel butterflies in his stomach, even slit his throat and he’d spend his last few seconds of life relishing in the feeling of you being close to him.

But if he could pick, he’d spend the rest of his life with you. He’d be sweet, loyal, anything. If he never has to see you with anyone else, if he can know that you’re even half as in love with him and he is with you then he’d give his worthless life. There’s not much to it that’s worth anything, but you are. He’s waited his whole life for a man that could make him forget how pathetic he feels when he’s smitten and with you all he feels is warmth and security.

“S-Somethin’ real.”

You grin, giving him a quick kiss. “Come sit with us then.”

Micah follows your eyes to the Callander boys and Tilly, where you’d been sitting before. He has to remind himself that it’s him you’re kissing, him you’re holding, not one of the Callanders or anyone else in the gang-- him. You picked greasy, potbellied, erratic Micah Bell over everyone else. So, of course, he follows you without question.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #micah bell #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #micah bell x reader #micah bell x male reader #x reader #x male reader

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