also this just reminds me of how badly i want a bike

Not Letting Go - Part 6

A/N: So apparently I have a thing for Bruce trying to be a good dad in his own way. I’m not even sorry.
Warnings: Blood, violence.
Tagging: @jadedhillon @tim-help @bumblebaddey

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Jason grumbled as he finished tying up the last of the would-be bank robbers, giving the guy a kick in the shin for good measure when he cursed at him. Of course they’d had to pick his one night with his soulmate to pull this shit. He’d been patroling the area ever since he had met you, and the worst he’s encountered were petty street fights and kids trying to buy drugs in some of the shadier alleyways. But no. These guys had picked the one night that the Batman and his allies took a couple extra hours off in the evening, and guess who just so happened to be closest to the scene because of that? You guessed it. They were just unlucky that Oracle was keeping a lookout, otherwise they would have been home free.

Jason scaled the rusty fire escape of a nearby apartment complex, and was three roofs over before he heard the sirens indicating that the police had finally made an appearance. He didn’t need to find a clock to guess the time; the chatter of the team over the commlink in his ear was enough to confirm that it was at least Nine. He paused briefly to mute the channel; listening to his siblings bicker while he was on patrol irritated Jason to no end.

He was deliberating over whether or not to do a quick check of your neighborhood before circling back for his bike when his comm chirped in his ear, making his decision for him. “Oracle to Red Hood. Are you there?” Barbara’s voice was clear and cool over the frequency of his private channel. “Nobody died. You can spare me the lecture,“ Jason rolled his eyes, fumbling with the clasp on inside pouch of his jacket. If he was going to have to stand here and have his methods criticised, he was having a goddamn cigarette. Bruce’s disapproval be damned, it wasn’t like it had ever bothered him before.

“Focus Hood,” If his snide comment had bothered her it didn’t show. “There’s a situation two blocks east of where you are, street level. The camera image isn’t great, but there looks to be four, maybe five men attempting to corner a civilian girl. You might want to take a look,”

Jason’s fingers froze on the clasp. Two blocks east of here.. that was less than five minutes from where you lived. He knew it was unlikely that it was you; it was Friday night for God’s sake, there were plenty of civilians still milling around. But you had said you were going out…
“I’m on it,” He cut the connection, taking a running start towards the roofs edge.

Jason reached the alleyway just in time to see you crumple to the ground, a thin trail of blood seeping from a gash in your scalp. He froze in shock, his whole body going cold as ice while his brain tried to process the sight of you beaten and unconscious on the ground, tried to reconcile it with the happy, smiling memory of you from earlier that evening.

It was like someone had flipped a switch in Jason’s brain, because suddenly his blood was boiling with anger. A feral snarl erupted from his throat, alerting the group of men to his presence. The first two had to turn to look at him, and he took the momentary hesitation to pounce. The man closest to him took a punch straight to the face, instantly knocking him out cold. The second man was more prepared, swinging a metal pipe at Jason’s chest. He dodged, growling, and spun to deliver a brutal kick into the man'a stomach that sent him flying into the nearest wall. He impacted with a sickening crunch before going limp.
Still not satisfied, he turned to the last pair. They had abandoned your still body in favour of beating a hasty retreat into the darkened alleyway. Jason wasn’t about to let that slide. His fingers twitched towards the holster on his thigh, but he decided against it. He wanted this to be more.. personal. It took him less than three seconds to catch up. He grabbed one of the men by the collar, throwing him into his partner so that they both fell over in a heap of tangeld limbs, groaning in pain. Jason smirked coldly, cracking his knuckles. The other two were lucky to be unconscious.

Jason didn’t waste much time returning to where you lay twisted on the cold tarmac. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins, making it difficult to think straight. He pressed two slightly shakey fingers to your neck, exhaling loudly when he felt your pulse under his touch. Gently he scooped you up into his arms, craddling you to his chest as though you might shatter in his hold. Jogging back to where he had left his bike, he had to readjust you against his shoulder to activate his commlink. “Babs. Tell Alfred to get the medbay set up. She has a head injury. I’ll be there in ten,”

“Red Hood, do you need backup?” She had clearly sensed the strain in Jason’s voice, judging by how she hadn’t told him off for using her name over the coms. He shook his head, even though she couldn’t see it. Actually, being Oracle, she probably could. He didn’t care. “No. Just make sure everything’s ready,” “I will. Oracle out,” The static faded from his ear, signaling that she had closed the line. It was good timing too, as Jason could see his bike leaning against the alley wall from here. He looked down at you, expression pained. The thought of losing you was unbearable. ‘Just hang on a little longer. Please,’ If he hadn’t gotten there fast enough, if you were hurt too badly, Jason would never be able to live with himself.


When the bike skidded to a stop in the cave Alfred was there along with Bruce, already hurrying towards you. “Master Jason, bring her over here. I’ll need to check her injuries, make sure it’s nothing serious before we rule out the necessity of taking her to a hospital. Jason followed Alfred to a bed in the corner, laying you down gently and wincing when you just flopped limply against the sheets. He hadn’t even considered taking you to a hospital first himself. Which was stupid, he berrated himself, but he knew that if he did that he would have had to leave you there alone. The Red Hood couldn’t just walk in and sit in the waiting room, and there was no rational explanation as to how Jason Todd would have known about what happened. No, this had been the better option.

There was nothing to do now but wait while Alfred examined you, and Jason felt suddenly helpless. While he had been saving you from those thugs he had been useful, in motion. But now he could do nothing to help you. He hardly noticed that Bruce had approached until he was right beside him, watching the scene unfold with keen eyes. “Is she the one?” His voice was quiet, he never even took his eyes off of Alfred when he spoke. Jason nodded thickly, swallowed. “Yeah. She’s.. yeah,”

Bruce did look at him then. His eyes were sharp, keen, but his expression was soft overall, his forehead creased in concern. He gripped Jason’s shoulder firmly. 'Again with the shoulder thing,’ Jason thought, perplexed, but then Bruce was turning to face him fully, holding his other shoulder too and meeting Jason’s suddenly watery gaze. “It’s going to be alright son,”

Bruce’s tone was firm, reminding Jason of when he was a kid and Bruce’s matter of fact way of speaking used to reassure him and make him feel safe, secure. Jason nodded, and then he just broke down, leaning into Bruce’s embrace and letting out a choked off sob. The older man wrapped his arms around him, holding his son tightly as he fell apart in his grasp.


You woke up in an unfamiliar room. Sunlight steamed around the edges of the curtains, casting beams of golden light across the soft cream and gold sheets that someone had tucked in around you. The next thing you noticed was Jason, sitting in a chair pulled up next to the bed. His arms were folded on the duvet by your side, his head resting on top of them as he slept. His hair was tousled in such a way that you could tell he’d been running his fingers through it, and there were dark purple circles under his eyes.

You frowned, confused as to how you had gotten here. Why did Jason look so exhausted? You reached out to stroke his hair back from his face. Your arms felt like lead, and slowly you began to register a dull pounding behind your temples. You winced, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the feel of Jason’s hair beneath your fingers, the sound of his slow, even breathing in the otherwise silent room. You took a deep breath, concentrating, and eventually the pain started to subside enough to be considered bearable. When you opened your eyes again Jason was looking up at you blearily, just barely awake. You smiled. “Good morning,” His answering smile was slow, almost hesitant. You noticed with puzzlement that he seemed almost relieved, for some reason you couldn’t fathom. “Hey there doll. How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts,” you admitted, grimacing. “Any idea why that would be? Also, just on a sidenote, where are we?” Jason winced sympathetically, sitting up to grab a glass of water and some pills that you hadn’t noticed were on the bedside locker until now, and handed them to you. “You don’t remember?” You took them gratefully, swallowing back the pills and finishing off the entire glass, trying not to notice the way his tone sounded off.

“No? Should I?” You paused. “I’m not hungover am I? Because my mum would kill me,” Jason shook his head, taking the glass from your hand and setting it back on the locker. “No,” he managed a wry smile, taking your hands in his. “You have a head injury sweetheart. You were attacked walking home from the shop. They hit you with a metal bar,” Something in his eyes when he said that made your blood run cold. You shivered subconsciously. “How did I get here then?” You still couldn’t remember, and it was bothering you immensely. Like a name you just couldn’t remember, fluttering at the edges of your consciousness just out of your grasp.

And then you thought of something. “Ohmygod. Does my mum know I’m here?! Is she okay?” Panic rose like a poison in your chest and Jason hushed you, placing a hand on yout shoulder to firmly push you back down against the pillows. You hadn’t even made the conscious decision to get up. “Yes, she knows. I called her last night. She doesn’t know all of the details yet, but she knows that you’re safe, so relax,” You closed your eyes, suddenly exhausted. “How did I get here Jay?” you repeated the question. There was a pause, and then, reluctantly, “Doll, there’s something I need to tell you,”

There Will Always Be Sunshine: Part 1 (Daryl X OC)

Originally posted by uncleardaryl


PAIRING: Daryl Dixon X Annabelle Grimes (OC)
WARNING: Violence, cussing & PDA
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SUMMARY: Annabelle Jade Grimes knew the Dixon brothers before the Apocalypse, they were like family to her. They were even together when shit hit the fan, however. They got split up and reunited in Alexandria months later, but she doesn’t just get her best friend back. She also gets her big brother back, Rick Grimes. With her boys by her side, she knows the world is theirs for the taking.

“Hey, Annie, Eric and I are going to check out the group we saw yesterday. See if we should recruit them, you should help us out.”

“Fuck no,” Looking away from her car’s engine she’s working on Anna laughs, “Remember last time I went with Y'all? That family rather die than follow me. Which is what happen.”

Saying, Annabelle Jade Grimes is not a people person is an understatement and it’s not because of the world she lives in today. She’s not shy, scared or nervous around people either, she just doesn’t like talking to people. Even before the dead came back alive to eat the living she didn’t get along with people. Aaron shrugs while standing beside his boyfriend and saying.

“You were having a bad day.”

“Aren’t I always, though?”

She sends him a look before picking up a wrench from the toolbox. Eric and Aaron look at each other then back to the woman who keeps fixing the same car. Anna has been living in Alexandria for a few months now and the only ones she got along with were Aaron, Eric and the newest kid, Enid. Plus Deanna and her husband, but that’s only because Annabelle is their go-to girl when it comes to safety and advice.

“Yup.” Eric answers her with a tilted smile, “But that’s just because you need to get laid.”

“I did get laid.” She snorts as rolls under her car, “And was called a slut for a month.”

She was so used to that name, Slut. Not just because the folks in Alexandria call her that behind her back, but from the good old days when the dead stayed dead. Annabelle used to be a stripper and when she wasn’t doing that for a living she was hustling people at 8-ball at the local bars. So the names similar to Slut like tramp, bitch, and whore were often used when talking to or about her. To make matters worse she has never had a steady place to stay, she moved around from motel to motel or even to her car. Which is also a reason that made her never get a steady job. She has been doing the slut lifestyle since she was 18 years old.

“Oh come on, join us,” Aaron tries to persuade her, “This group is rough around the edges too.”

It’s no secret that Annabelle has a stronger personality than most, it came with living in different places constantly and conning people for what they have. She doesn’t do nice, she does the truth and some attitude. Anna has always been that way since her life was shit even before the roamers. Some even say her life was shittier than the life they’re living now. If Anna had, to be honest, she would agree, she only had a few good things in her life back then.

Her brother is one but she hasn’t talked to him for at least a decade. So the odds aren’t in her favor to find him in at the moment. She only had two other people in her life making it worth living, her two best friends. They were rough on the edges and not above the law just like her. Those three were the only people she lived for back then but she screwed things up with her brother 16 years ago. Then she got split up with her best friends in the beginning of the outbreak. So her life went from shit to shittier and it was like that for awhile until she came to Alexandria, that’s when things started looking somewhat okay.

“Plus, Deanna has a good feeling about them.” Eric thinks out loud hoping it will get Anna to come out with them.

“She has a good feeling about everything.” She points out in a bored tone, “She’s letting Pete do whatever to Jessie because she has a good feeling that he will one day stop.”

The boys are silent for a moment knowing what Pete was doing in his home with his family was wrong but it was up to Deanna to do something about it. So the community had to leave it be until she did something, which she never did. The guys finally realize it’s no use trying to get the stubborn woman to join them, she’ll just keep fighting them on this all day.

“Okay, Debbie Downer. You can stay here.” Eric speaks up, “But when we get back, I don’t want to see you still working on that damn Impala.”

“OK, mom.”

She jokes while checking out her black busted up 1968 Impala Sports Coupe. She needs to clean, buffer, paint and shine the crap out of it but the car itself was smooth as can be. Anna saved up money for this car when it was in the worst possible condition back when she was just a teenager. This was the car she drove at 18 when she left home for good. It’s also the car she slept in when she couldn’t afford a place for a night. She had this baby her whole life, it meant more to her than her parent’s life. People around here had no idea how hard it has been to keep this car after the shit the fan.

“Are you just going to keep working on your crap car?” Aaron sighs as she nods to his question, he then suggests after a moment, “Then you should try to get my bike working while you’re at it.”

“That bike is practically mine.” She shakes her head laughing, “I’m the only one who ever works on it.”

“And I love you for that.” He grins, “We’ll see you tonight, hopefully with that group.”

“There better be some hot guy for me in that group.” She calls out as Eric and Aaron began walking to the gate, “I’m getting lonely.”

“Don’t worry the leader is sexy in my book.”

Eric laughs as she watches them leave, Aaron sends his boyfriend a look and he shrugs in return. She smiles thinking about them, they were like family to her now. They were the only ones nice to her when she came there, but in everyone else’s defense, she was pretty bitchy at the time. She didn’t have much of a family before everything happening, well blood family that is. Only her one brother. Everyone one else in her real family wasn’t worth thinking twice about.

Thinking about her brother, the only blood family she missed, she goes into her car and into the glove box to get out a few pictures. This car and she have been through so much that she knows every nick and cranny in it. So she knew exactly where her favorite pictures are. She smiles at the sight of her old crumbled up pictures, she only has a few and they look like something got spilled on them but you could still see what’s in the picture. One was her older brother on his first day as sheriff. The other was her two best friends, one had the other in a headlock with a big smile and the other with a pouting face.

She lets out a shaky breath as she looks at the pictures, it hurts her heart how these are all she has of them. She takes them out once and awhile when she’s alone just to remind her that at one point she did have love ones around. People around here doubted that, sometimes she does too after thinking about how she left off with her brother and best friends.

“I’m pregnant!”

The whole family cheers and squeals instantly at Annabelle’s sister-in-law announcement. She knows she should be too but she couldn’t help roll her eyes as people circle around Rick and his wife, Lori Grimes. She loves her brother and all but for everyone else in the room, they could suck a dick for all she cared. Besides Shane, she got along with him just fine when he didn’t flirt with her.

Lori is glowing with a bright smile she touches her soon to be big belly, Rick has his hand wrapped around her waist as he talks to their family and friends. Annabelle however, is leaning on the wall furthest from the group in the middle of the room holding a nearly empty beer bottle. She’s looking at the time on her watch while anticipating someone’s arrival soon.

“Congratulations, son! We’re so proud of you! I’m going to a grandma!”

Annabelle and Rick’s Mother shouts while jumping in excitement. Now Annabelle sees why Rick wanted her to come so badly for the weekend, she didn’t even know everyone else was coming. He didn’t add that useful information when he called her, it was a smart move on his part, though. She wouldn’t have come if she knew, the only family she talks to is him. He kept telling her it was and even Lori tried to get her here and she never tried to get her to come, she lets her come but that’s about it.

“Annie, come on over here!”

Rick calls out to her using one of his many nicknames for her, he sends her his biggest doughy older brother eyes. Sighing she drinks the rest of her beer and begins walking to him but stops when she sees the look her parents, his wife, and her parents give her. She holds up her beer and makes the excuse.

“I need to get another beer.”

She wasn’t on good terms with anyone in the room beside Rick and Shane. Lori and she pretended to like each other for Rick’s benefit but when it came down to it Lori wanted Annabelle to fall off the face of the Earth. She couldn’t stand the way Anna lived and acted. Which is why it was weird when she got a text from her saying she should come over. Rick always wants her over but it was hard since she kept moving from place to place. It didn’t stop him from trying, though.

He’s been trying since she left home, she moved out right after of high school. Rick is only a few years older than Anna so he offered her to live with him when she did leave. She never took it, though, she wanted to get out of their small town as fast as she could. She couldn’t stand their family or the people around them and he knew why. He’s her brother, after all, he didn’t have to ask her why when he already knew. Their parents loathed her and the town shunned her at all times. He was the reason their mom and dad let her stay with them for so long and he was the reason she didn’t leave sooner. Thinking about it made Rick so mad at who his parents are because he loved his sister more than anything and he couldn’t comprehend why they treat her the way they do even when it’s irrelevant.

Truth be told, Annabelle was technically his half sister. Their mother cheated on their father and she wasn’t his. It was at the time when their parents were hitting all the bumps in the road. Rather than divorce their mother like he should have done to take his anger out, he took it out on her since she was born. She was just a reminder to her mother of her mistakes so she neglected her since day one. The only one in the family that has her back is Rick, but it wasn’t enough for her not to be emotionally scarred.

Rick lets out a worried breath as he watches her walk into the kitchen. She was still that five-year-old girl to him who used to cry every night. He could remember her crying saying that their family hates her and she was unlovable. It broke his heart hearing her like that, but he found out soon enough the best way to turn her crying into a smile was going into their garage and playing a game of pool with her. Their father notices him watching his half-sister walk out of the room and snorts easily.

“I don’t know why you even invited her, she’s barely part of this family, anyway. So don’t worry.”

“Dad…” Rick takes a step back and points at him, “Who’s fault it that?”

“Come on, sweetheart.” His mother rolls her eyes, “It’s no one’s but hers.”

“No, It’s not.” Frowning he thinks out loud, “How can you be so cold you to your only daughter?”

“We can because she is the only one in our family to become a disappointment.” His father snaps annoyed, “And how you even got her to come here sober, I will never know.”

Annabelle never cared to get her life together like Rick and it was just another thing for their parents to point out. She didn’t care how everyone saw her, it wasn’t their life to live. At the moment she was actually pretty happy with her life. She has a decent amount of money, her car is working perfectly, and has close friends she can count on, just that went over her standards for her life.

“Who said I came here sober?” Annabelle walks back into the living room with a smirk, “Maybe I’m just good at holding my liquor.”

“Great,” Lori rolls her eyes and looks away from her whispering to herself, “Just great.”

“Why are you even here?” Lori’s father barks at her.

She waves her beer at them with a casual smile and lies, “For the free beverages of course.”

It becomes quiet for the longest moment, people look at her like she’s crazy or like she is a criminal. She kinda is though but some of them didn’t know that and they sure as hell didn’t need to. Shane, Rick’s partner on the force, then nods to the back yard and announces hoping to break the awkward silence.

“I’m going to get the grill going. Come on, everyone.”

The couple’s friends and families then look away from the youngest Grimes and follow him to the backyard. Lori and Rick are the only ones left in the room with her, Lori has her arms crossed with an annoyed expression on her face. Rick puts his fingers through his short hair while humming out.


“I know, I know, I’m sorry. What did you expect would happen with the family and I in the same room?” Annabelle shrugs knowingly. “Last time I’ve seen them was at your wedding and that didn’t end well either.”

“I just wanted you to be a part of a special moment for me,” He lifts his hands up in defeat, “It’s like you aren’t even trying. Did you even know Mom has been going to the hospital for months now because of back pains?”

“About damn time.” She burst out laughing but stops at the face her brother makes, “Don’t give me that look they aren’t my family! Never was and never will be.”

“Please, just…”

Rick closes his eyes not knowing what to say, he looks so defeated and sad. Annabelle looks to the ground, she’s seen the expression from many people in her life. It’s always after she screws up or shows up somewhere unexpectedly. She couldn’t stand seeing the expression on her brother’s face. Knowing she has officially overstayed her welcome she sets her beer down sighing.

“You know what, I should probably head out. I spent too much time here, anyway.”

“No Belle….” Lori finally speaks up from beside Rick, “You can stay if you want.”

“Jesus,” Annabelle rolls her eyes at her sister-in-law’s voice, without looking at her she says, “Lori, We both know you want me to leave.”

“You’re always welcome here,” Rick declares not wanting her to feel otherwise.

“Am I?” Annabelle glances at Lori.

The three then hear Shane call from the back door, “I got the meat on the grill. Want to take over, Rick?”

“And that’s my cue.” Anna smiles sadly, “Call me when ankle biter comes outs. Always wanted to spoil someone’s brat.”

Rick smiles happily knowing that means she’ll be back, nowadays he didn’t know if he would ever see her. It seemed like they kept growing apart from each other, he wouldn’t say it out loud but he noticed it after him introducing her to Lori when she was his girlfriend. Lori is frozen in place with a cold look on her face, she finally fakes a smile and says.

“I’ll walk you out.”

“Drive safe, Annie.”

Rick kisses her on the forehead and tells her goodbye. After doing the same Annabelle lets his wife walk her to the front door. As she walks to her really old busted up Impala Lori slowly follows her. She is about to get into the driver’s seat when Lori blurts out quietly.

“Don’t come back.”

“Excuse me?” Annabelle turns to look at her seriously shocked, for a moment she thought she was imagining things.

“I know Rick loves you and you’re his only sister but you’re not good for this family.” Lori folds her arms determined, “I don’t want to raise this child with you popping up, you’re not a good influence. That’s why I wanted Rick to get you to come today because this has to be the last time you come over.”

“And have you talked to Rick about this?” She folds her arms defensively.

“No, and he will never know why you won’t come here anymore either,” Lori explains casually.

“What makes you think I won’t tell him?” Annabelle smirks and leans on her car.

“Because I know you don’t want to mess his life up, you’ve already done a lot of that by just living,” She sets a hand on her belly, “Besides you can’t possibly think you’ll be a good aunt in my child’s life.”

“Bitch,” Annabelle stands up straight and points at her in anger, “I could be the best Aunt you’ve ever seen.”

“But you won’t be, Annabelle, look at how you dress and act. How many times have you been to jail? Did you even finish high school? You don’t even have a real job! You hustle guys in the pool at the local bars for money! When’s the last time you had a steady relationship? Or an actual home?” Lori is yelling now like her life depended on it, “Rick has a family, a good job, with respectable friends and family! I don’t need you come by and screwing up my family.”

Annabelle takes a step back, she stands there just staring at Lori in disbelief. Her words cut deep since Lori truly believes Anna would be the worst family member to have in her kid’s life. Even though she never been around kids and has no knowledge about them didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to be to be the best aunt there is. Anna couldn’t believe what she was hearing, Lori wanted her out of her brother’s life for good. She’s barely in it as it is. Lori then whispers almost guilty.

“You rarely come here anyway.”

Anna rubs the back of her neck and opens the car door, her face is hard when she gets in. Looking around her heart drops after thinking Lori might be right. She has cigarettes and lighters in the cup holder with a flask of rum in her glove box. Without having to look in the back seat Annabelle knew she has empty beer cans and weed stashed under the seats. Not to mention her pocket knife stashed somewheres in her car. Just looking around her car she knew it wasn’t safe for a kid. She slowly turns on the car and Lori leans on it saying.

“I’m just doing what’s best for my family.”

She barely nods in acknowledgment, her sister-in-law then steps away from the car and she drives away without looking back. She didn’t notice the tears falling down her face as she drives emotionless. Driving to the motel she is staying at she takes a cigarette out and lights it. When she throws the lighter in the passenger seat she hears her phone go off in the same seat, picking it up she sees Daryl Dixon calling, her best friend. She lets a smile slip onto her lips as she answers.

“Dixon, what’s going on?”

“Nothin’, just my dumb ass brother getting us lost again. We should be in town in 30 minutes to meet ya’, brother. Hope he ain’t stupid like mine.” Daryl talks through the crappy phone.

She can hear Merle yelling close by, “Ya’ better be nice to the driver, baby brother. Aye, tell her I got some good shit for her brother to try. Wha’ his name again?”

“Shit, I forgot- and her bro is a sheriff ya’ dumb fuck.”

Annabelle laughs pitifully while letting a puff of smoke leave her lips as she speaks up, “Plans changed, you guys aren’t meeting him.”


Daryl grunts out, she was really excited when she told them she wanted them to meet him last week. She spent the last two days with her brother and she wanted him to meet her best friends the last day she planned to stay. Lori, however, changed those plans in a way that silently killed Anna.

“What she sayin’?” She hears Merle snapping at Daryl.

“We ain’t meeting him!”

“Fuck we ain’t. Give me the damn phone, Darylina. Imma talk to her.”

“Fine, take it! You jus’ fuck it up more.”

“Sweetheart, what ya’ talkin’ ‘bout change in plans?” She hears Merle’s trashy southern voice clearly now, “We cleaned up and everything fer’ him. You were talkin’ 'bout this for weeks now.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not going to see him again.” She sighs and parks in front of her motel room, “Listen, go to the closest bar and text me the name. I’ll meet you as soon as I can.”

“What she sayin’ man?”

“She wants us to meet up! We ain’t seeing her big bro-” She hears a bunch of curses and then hears Daryl asking, “Wha’ happened, Sunshine?”

“You guys won’t ever meet him and I’m never going to seem him again.” Annabelle lets out a shaky breath and leans on her wheel, “So let’s just drop it.”

Daryl is silent for a second before grunting out, “We didn’t want to meet him anyway. Never was good wit’ officers.”

“Okay,” She bites her lip as it tries to smile, “Well, I’ll meet up with Y'all soon.”

Annabelle puts the pictures back into the spot she has kept them all these years. She can still remember the last time she talked to brother and thinking about it now she should have put up a fight to be a part of his and the child’s life. She never got to see his kid grow up but it was for the best at the time, the kid’s probably dead after all that has happened anyway. But now Anna has to live with the guilt of never seeing her brother or his kid, she doesn’t even know if he had a girl or boy. She walks to the hood of her car and continues to work on it, she bends over it to find the right screw. After a half an hour of working she has grease all over her hands and sweat glistening her forehead. Aiden and Nicholas come walking by her house acting pretty cocky. She could feel someone’s eyes on her ass and she glances over her shoulder to snap.

“Can I help you with something?”


Aiden smirks as he walks closer to her driveway making her roll her eyes. She hasn’t favored the two since she joined the community. They were too inexperienced and cocky for their own good. Aiden was just a spoiled brat because of his mother, Deanna, babying him and Nicholas was just follows him like a puppy. Looking back to her car she growls at the boys.

“Forget it.”

“We just wanted to know if you wanted to go on a run with us.” Nicholas then speaks up.

Annabelle snorts, “So I can get to be left behind like your last group? No thanks, I’m good.”

“We had to, they got bit.” Aiden defends, he comes closer to her with Nicholas following behind him.

“That’s the excuse of-” She shut the hood of her car and looks at them seriously, “- A coward.”

He flinches looking irritated, “You don’t know what it’s like out there-”

“Actually I do, I didn’t have a shelter like this until a few months ago. How long have you been behind these walls again?” She smirks at him and walks into Eric and Aaron’s garage. “Since the dead came back to life, right?”

“Yeah and look at you. You can’t even remember what it was like to be normal.”

Nicholas blurts out beside Aiden. She stops moving at his statement when feeling the urge to punch him. He didn’t even know her like that and yet what he said was true, it sickens her at how people just had to keep reminding her. She sends him a look before inspecting the motorcycle and sighs.

“Kid, I wasn’t normal, to begin with.”

“Figures,” Aiden snorts and looks to his friend next to him, “Come on, let’s get going. She ain’t worth any more of our time.”

“See, now you’re getting it.”

She smiles sarcastically at them before kneeling down to check the motorcycle. They finally leave her alone in the garage, she thinks about the comment Nicholas made about being normal. She never was but she could still remember what a normal day for her was like before the shit hit the fan. It was those days that made she smile today and make her thankful for what she use to have.

“God, damn it. Look at all my clothes.”

Annabelle snaps and looks around the motel annoyed, she’s only in her underwear and bra. There are two full-size beds that had a Dixon on each one. Merle was laying in his boxers watching the news on the pathetically small TV. Daryl is wearing nothing but old blue jeans and a pair of socks, he is popping some gas station nuts into his mouth as he secretly watches her walk around the room. She has gotten so use to them living with her she was able to walk around in her underwear without caring about it, the Dixon brothers thanked God when she did.

“What ya’ damn complaining 'bout now, fat-ass?” Merle glances at her then back to the TV but not before checking out her goods.

“Don’t call me that, redneck!” She throws a shoe at him, her clothes are scattered around the room as she waves her arms about saying, “I have nothing to wear.”

Daryl rolls his eyes and asks with a tired tone, “Then what are all these clothes on the ground?”

“Plus ya’ look better without clothes on anyway,” Merle adds, Daryl didn’t say anything but he agreed with him.

She throws another shoe at Merle and snaps while picking up clothes, “Look, dirty, dirty, beer stain, hole, too small, I have nothing to wear but my uniform for my job.”

Merle smirks, “Well, put that on then.”

She growls but doesn’t say anything, she worked at the strip club and wasn’t going to wear that around them. She walks to the small gross bathroom to see if she had any other clothes there, not noticing the way the Dixon brothers checked her out on the way. They lived in Atlanta for a month now, her car was in the shop and she needed money to repair it. The boys were paying for the motel with the money they had left so she had to find an easy way to earn cash. So here she was working for some lame ass strip club. She hears someone knock on the door and she yells.

“Can someone get that? I ordered pizza earlier for us.”

“Ya’ ordered it. Ya’ get it, sugar-tits.” Merle calls to her.

She storms out of the bathroom and puts her hands on her hips, “What the fuck did you say to me?”

“Here- what does a dollar get me?” He winks as he makes fun of her and her job.

“It gets a beer shoved up your ass-” She hears knocking on the door again, she glances at Daryl who is pretending to sleep, “I gotta do everything my damn self.”

Daryl hides his smile at her words as she walks to the front door. Daryl and Merle had this game they secretly played when she ordered pizza, she ordered it almost every day since they lived in Atlanta. They tried to get her mad and see if she would do something to the pizza delivery guy. Today is a bonus since she is opening the door in her underwear, one time she was high and that was hilarious to watch. Daryl and his brother never saw the guy delivering but he had the same voice every time. Annabelle throws the door open and instantly grabs the pizza from the boy and throws some cash at him. The boy stares at her in shock and she gives him an angry look.

“What are you looking at, Asian boy?”

“For the fifth time, I’m Korean- and you’re in your….” The boy says nervously.

“What? Never have seen a woman in her underwear before?” She snaps, the boy is silent making her burst out laughing, “Kid, why don’t you keep the change.”

She slams the door in his face then and pushes Daryl so she has room on the bed. The pizza smell invades the room making both the guys look at it hungrily. Daryl sits up a little and begins to grabs a piece of pizza but she slaps his hand away snapping.

“Y'all better not even try to get some of my pizza after the shit you two just pulled.”

Daryl grows and lays fully back on the bed, “Come on, Sunshine.”

“Should have thought about it when you were pretending to be sleeping.”

She waves her pizza in his face before taking a bite of it. Merle shrugs and takes out a bag of beef jerky from under his pillow. Daryl puts and hands under his head as he watches her watch the news. He smiles to himself as he looks at her naked back, he reaches out wanting to feel her soft curves but pulls away at the last second. She glances down and sees the look he is making at her, she rolls her eyes and nods to her pizza.

“I guess you can have one.”

She writes down some parts and tools that she needs for the bike as she cleans up the mess she made. It’s Aaron and Eric’s home so she didn’t want them to come back to a wrecked garage. Shutting the garage door she calls it a day and leaves to her house next to it. It’s 11 at night and she got slightly worried when the boys haven’t come back yet but they have stayed out there longer before. They were planning on bringing people back, though, so something could have happened while talking to the group.

Once in her home, she throws the paper with the list of things she needs on the counter. Getting a beer from the fridge and a bag of stale Cheetos she plops down on the couch. She usually slept on the couch in Eric and Aaron’s house since she was always over there but they aren’t here tonight she went back to her place. The house didn’t even look like she lived in it, besides her bedroom and kitchen. Those were the only place she usually made some kind of mess in.

Looking around the quiet house she laughs to herself, she finally got a place to call home that Lori would approve of. When they gave it to her for free with everything already in it she looked at them in pure shock because the place was the nicest house she’s ever seen. They out did themselves when Aaron showed her around the house. They gave her everything a typical house would have, starting with a bedroom to her own makeup bag.

The front lawn has a deck and a 50-year-old tree on the side. She has a big back yard with a shed with lawn tools, nice sized wood deck with a rocking chair, and a Barbecue grill. The house inside has everything you could want in a house too. She has a dining, living, laundry, and game room that has furniture and homie trinkets. Not to mention the two bath and bedrooms, that had their own clothes, towels, lady products and style. The house they offered her was better than any house she dreamed up.

If Annabelle were, to be honest with herself she was glad she didn’t have a house like this to call home before. She had people to call home and in her mind, that was better than any $200,000 dollar home. Because those people are priceless to her. The Dixon brothers were her home for the longest time, they went everywhere together. For the longest time, she couldn’t picture life without them. Once they got split up that picture died. They were together when the world ended, and it’s because that shitty Impala that they lost each other. So in a way, it was her fault for not being together.

Instead of going to her room she leans back on the couch to sleep. She didn’t mind sleeping on the couch it was honestly more comfortable than most places she has slept. Plus it was familiar to her, the queen sized bed upstairs always seemed cold and strange when she slept there alone. Her eyes begin to get tired and lets herself fall asleep.

“Annabelle! Anna! The group’s here! Come on!” Enid opens the front door and runs to the woman passed out on the couch, “Why are you sleeping on the couch when you have a bed upstairs?”

“Because I have a fucking monster under it that’s why.” Annie jokes without any humor in her voice as she slowly wakes up, “What are you doing in here? I thought I locked the door?”

“Uhh. You taught me how to pick locks, remember?” She sends her a typical teenager look, “You showed me when we tried to steal Deanna’s radio.”

“Oh, yeah…”

She sits up yawning and looks around tiredly before rubbing her eyes. When Enid came to Alexandria she was distance and quiet. She spends her time with Annabelle since she is entertaining to be with and the only one who didn’t look at her with pity. She’s still shy and all but with Annie she is more comfortable. Probably because Annabelle would tell you what she thought and didn’t give a damn who got their feelings hurt.

“The group is here and there is like 15 of them! Everyone is going over to the gates. Eric also hurt his leg.” Enid explains making Annabelle’s eyes go wide.

“What happen to Eric?” She quickly puts on her shoes and walks to the front door Enid left open, “How badly is he hurt?”

“It’s just a sprained ankle, don’t worry- but you have to see the group they look like they are from an episode of lost!” Enid tries not to freak out, “They have a baby too!”

“Okay, okay. I’m going- A baby you say? How is it possible that kid is still alive?”

She follows Enid out of the house to the gates looking like a stray dog since she just woke up. Anna can’t see the group very well but she can infer they are covered in dirt and a lot of it. Enid is right beside her babbling about what happened with Aaron and Eric as they get a closer look. She sees Deanna and Reg talking to the group, but more to a man she couldn’t clearly see. They all looked like hell making her remember when she first got her. She was covered in blood, sweat, and dirt the first time she walked into Alexandria too. She notices Enid going to stand next to Ron when they get close to the people watching the new group. She hated the kid honestly, he still acted like one of those too cool for school teenagers. She wanted to throw him over the wall sometimes in hopes that he comes back without an attitude. Looking around the group she couldn’t see them in detail since they were such a mess and there are so many of them. She could tell Deanna was talking to the leader now probably. All she could really make out of the man is his serious beard. The others in the group are looking around cautiously with their weapons in hands making her take out a knife without thinking. She takes a few more steps before hearing someone from the group call out in a deep shaking familiar tone.


Her heart stops at the sound of the old nickname, she hasn’t heard someone call her that in almost a year. Only one person ever called her that which makes her look around frantically like she seen a ghost. Everyone turns to her as she takes a few more step closer to where the voice came from. The person who called out is shoving people out his way to make his presences known to her. Dropping her knife she sees the person who called her by her old pet name. She falls to her knees as a wave of a thousand emotions hit her. He found her, her best friend, her family, he’s here in front of her look at her in the flesh. He’s holding a damn die possum and an old rusty crossbow. She feels like she’s about to faint at the thought of her Daryl Dixon finally finding his way back to her.

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Driving Lessons

This little thing was inspired by something a friend said. Set in season 11, sort of. Daddy!Mulder story, some fluff. To make up for the angst yesterday. 

“We can take Scully’s – I mean Dana’s car. You can drive to the grocery store and-” Mulder mentally ticks off items of his list. He, unlike Scully, is not used to this. Not only has to make sure he’s packed everything he needs, no, he has to make sure this child – their son – is well taken care of in the few days they’ll be gone. This is the first out of town case since Will came to stay with them and for some reason all the responsibility lies with him this time. Scully should have figured this was a bad idea.

“But… I don’t know how to drive.” Will, a tall, lanky boy with reddish brown hair, Scully’s eyes and nose, stares up at him, shyly. He’s trying to brush away a few strands of hair that fall into his eyes making him blink furiously. Boy needs a haircut, Mulder thinks. He has so many things to learn, he realizes and sighs, making Will squirm.

“Sorry, I never – my parents – I mean my…” Now it’s Will who sighs in frustration. Mulder, and not for the first time, wonders if the boy is too old to be pulled into a hug. Or if Mulder is still too much of a stranger to do it.

“I thought with growing up on a farm that maybe you'd…”

“I just turned 16,” Will reminds him as if his birthday was something Mulder could have forgotten two days after it happened, “and there never was… with the disease no one and uhm, then I got here and you didn’t uhm. Yeah.”

“So you don’t know how to drive?”


“That's… bad.” Will chuckles and nods. Mulder’s mental list goes up in flames; they need a new plan. He considers calling Scully, but knowing her she would call the whole thing off if William has no means of transportation when they’re gone. She didn’t want to take the case in the first place. They need to take it, though. They haven’t told Will yet, but it concerns his late parents. They need to do this.

“I’ll call Skinner and ask him to take you in. You can bring your bike to his place and-”

“What about Daggoo?” That damn dog. Sleeping there in the corner, his ears twitching as if having heard his name.

“Well…” That’s another problem.

“You said I could stay here.” Sometimes, even at 16 years old, William still sounds like a little boy. Right after they took him in, after the demise of his adoptive parents, Scully told him that Will, his son, could pout just as well as he could. Usually they both knew how to work that pout to their advantage. Seeing it now, coupled with Scully’s eyes, Mulder knows he’d do anything the kid asked him to do.

“I did, yeah. This is just really…”

“Bad, yeah. You said that. I’m sure there’s enough food here anyway.”

“What if there’s an emergency?”

“I could take the bike. The next neighbors are only 7 miles away.” Only 7 miles. Mulder is pretty sure that was one of the reasons why he wanted this house so badly when they moved here. The next neighbors are 7 miles away, Scully, we have all of this to ourselves. That was before they had their son back. Before there were more people – and a dog – to consider.

“That’s crazy, Will.” And just like that Mulder has an idea. It’s crazy, yes, and Scully would never approve, no, but he won’t tell her. Neither will Will, he is sure of it.

“You have an idea, don’t you?” The boy asks warily but unable to keep his lips from going upwards in a smile.

“I do, my son. I do.”


Mulder hardly ever tells her so but Scully is not a good driver. She drives too fast, she is prone to road rage and she can’t parallel park for the life of her. Their son, it turns out, takes after her in that respect.

“Just hit the pedal carefully, Will.” Mulder tells him in an even voice, his ears ringing. He’s going to have whiplash if Will brakes like that ever again and then he’ll have to tell Scully about this. He’ll have to anyway eventually but he’d prefer not to do if before a four hour flight.

“I thought I did.” The boy’s tongue peeks out in full concentration as he holds the wheel in a death grip. He puts his foot down on the gas pedal and the car jumps a little. Will grumbles something unintelligibly and tries again. This time the car rolls very carefully.

“Ha!” Mulder claps his hand together. “You did it, Will! That’s it!” The boy grins and the car moves faster.

“Take a turn there,” Mulder tells him, “Don’t forget to use the blinker.”

“There’s no one here.”

“Don’t forget to use the blinker.” Mulder repeats and a moment later the soft clucking of the blinker can be heard as Will rounds the corner on a deserted road.

“This is fun.” Will tells him and if there’s one thing Mulder has learned about his son in the months he’s come to live with them it’s that he can’t lie. If the boy hates something, it’s written on his face in bold letters, sung in every syllable of his words.

“You still need to take Driver’s Ed, you know.”

“I know. You think Dana will let me drive her car?” Of course Scully has the better car. Mulder’s is old; the FBI refused to give him a new one. Which, with his track record, makes sense.

“Once you have your license, sure.”

“Nice. We should listen to some music.”

“No, Will. Concentrate on the road.” A small huff but Will does as he’s told. He’s a good kid and Mulder thanks whatever deity that his son grew up like this; safe and loved.

“Oh we’re back already.” Will sounds disappointed as he brings the car to a stop. He turns to Mulder, a bright sparkle in his eyes. “Can we go again? Please? Just one more time?” Mulder knows he needs to pack. Where is your tooth brush, Mulder? Why do you always forget to pack your tooth brush? He can hear Scully already; if it’s not his tooth brush, it’ll be something else. He should take care of all the other things Scully told him about while she’s in the city terminating the lease for her apartment finally. But this is the first time he’s taught his son something; his son now knows how to start a car, drive without crashing into a tree and then park – also without crashing into anything else. Just because of him. Because he taught him how to drive.

“Sure, Will. One more time.”

Will starts the car and hits the gas pedal; gently this time and Mulder wonders if maybe, after all, the kid takes after both of them.

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part Three (Jax Teller x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) cannot get the image of the mysterious biker out of her head, she is so sure that is is him, they are back. The girls aren’t sure whether to believe her still, though something is telling the Sons that danger is coming. They can’t help but get involved with their friends only causing more trouble.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence, swearing, alcohol, drugs, abuse (it’s Sons Of Anarchy, what do you expect?)

As I stormed out of the TM I couldn’t stop crying. Why wouldn’t they believe me? I wouldn’t make any of this up, why would I? I’m not the sort of person to make a sick joke. It didn’t make any sense. I know that we were supposed to be forgetting what happened but why would they just shove aside what happened to me? Questions ran through my head until a voice called out to me. Looking up, Jax was on his bike pulling up next to me.

“What do you want Jax?” I snapped.

“Look, I won’t ask any questions if you don’t want to talk but let me take you home. You seemed scared back there, I’m sure you don’t want to be alone.” he had pity on his face.

“Maybe it would be better if I was alone.” I lied.

“Just get on.”

He was right, I definitely didn’t want to be alone, especially if my assumption was true. For the second time that day I got behind Jax before he took me home. Once again I felt relaxed as we sped through the streets, closing my eyes and resting my cheek on his back. The ride was over too quickly though, I had to come back and face everything. He insisted that he should come inside, just until I had calmed down or someone came back.

I offered him a drink but he declined. Taking out a bottle of wine, I poured a lot into a glass before it almost overflowed. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn’t care. I needed this right now. Jax and I were sat on the sofa closely in silence until he spoke.

“What was that all about back there?” he asked in a hushed tone, looking into my eyes.

“It’s all in the past according to the girls.” I mumbled, taking a huge gulp of wine.

“You said that you were going to wind up dead, it has to be serious.”

“Oh it is. But it doesn’t matter because they don’t believe me.”

“Well I do.”

“You don’t even understand what’s happening.”

“No but it’s evident that it’s scaring you.”

Again, more tears began to fall. Goddamn emotions.

“It’s just…I don’t see how they can forget it all so quickly or at least pretend that it never happened. Maybe I remember it clearer, I was more involved.”

“Involved in what?” Jax was desperate to know answers but he wasn’t getting angry with me.

“I don’t even know you. I met you two days ago.”

“Sometimes it’s better to talk to a stranger than a friend.” he took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the coffee table in front of us.

I sighed, debating whether to tell him. However if I didn’t talk about it soon I thought I would explode.

“Before we moved here, we had trouble with another MC in our town. The girls were in business with them, selling drugs and whatnot, they got caught twice and went to prison because of it. The first time they kept quiet about providing it for the MC but the second time around they ratted them out to get a shorter sentence. The club had given an annonymus tip that the girls were the only ones involved, meaning that they would be the only ones to go down. This obviously made them really angry.

"However, I was dating one of their members at the time. Keira from Cara Cara used to live there, she had an abusive boyfriend and I tried to save her; however I ended up getting beaten too until the girls and a member of the MC saved me. He later asked me out. It wasn’t too serious, though I thought I was maybe going to become his old lady or something. He was so good to me, he cared for me when the girls got locked up until the second time. They threatened me and I had no where to hide. I was the one they took their anger out on. I thought I was going to die because they beat me almost every day. The girls had no idea about it so obviously continued to rat them out. I endured it for as long as I could.”

I paused for a minute, trying to not break down in front of Jax. He probably thought I was a psycho bitch after that scream fest at the club. He didn’t rush me which I was thankful for. Jax stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue.

“They had me locked up in my own home. People started to wonder where I was, what had happened to me. One night I managed to escape. I couldn’t believe that I was getting out of there. However they soon found out that I had left and came after me on their bikes, shooting at the girl running through the streets. I was hit in the arm but continued to run. The police showed up because of the amount of calls about a shootout happening in the neighborhood. They took me to the hospital and that’s where I was reunited with the girls. I didn’t answer any questions when the police visited and as soon as I was better we fleed the town.”

I grabbed the glass and took another massive gulp of wine. It was almost gone. Jax was speechless. He was trying to say something but he wasn’t sure what. I just started to cry, I couldn’t hold it back. The girls thought the best way to forget it all was to never talk about it. That wasn’t right. It needed to be talked about.

“That’s…I don’t know what to say.” He breahed out.

“We jumped around a lot, trying to throw them off in case they were following, mostly staying in motels. It’s been about two months.”

“What!? I thought you were talking about years ago? Maybe a couple more months at least.”

“Nope. That’s why I’m panicking so much. We didn’t lose them, they found us.”

“Look, maybe it isn’t them-”

I leapt out of my seat and stormed to the kitchen. Placing the glass next to the sink, I just took the bottle instead. Before I could get one sip, Jax snatched it out of my hands. We glared at each other.

“This isn’t the way to deal with this. Tonight you and the girls are going to come to the party and apologise to one another. From there we’ll work out what’s happening around here.” he ordered never blinking.

I shyly nodded.

“Good. Go have a bath or something, calm yourself down. I’ll be out here if you need me.”

I did as he suggested. As I watched the water fill up the bathtub, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if the MC was here. Were they here for us or something else? Slipping into the steaming water I tried to push the thoughts and worries aside. My hand absentmindedly ran over the wound on my upper arm, the scar on my skin reminding me that I was lucky to be alive. I had never been so scared of a noise before in my life. Even when I heard gunshots on TV shows I flinched. It could have been the last thing I heard before I died. No one wants that.

It was silent throughout the house. I wasn’t sure what Jax was doing. Oh god he was probably wanting to get out of here so badly. We were just another problem for the club. They didn’t have to get involved though I had a feeling that they couldn’t escape now. What if both MCs were rivals already, or worse friends!?

After the bath, I started to reapply my makeup which was a mess due to my breakdown. It was still so quiet in the house and I had to call out to Jax to make sure he was still there. After getting ready again, I brushed my hair out and chose an outfit for the party. I’d been to an MC party before, I knew what I should wear. I also knew that there would be many women there with much less clothing than me.

A knock on the bedroom door startled me.“(Y/N), can I come in?”


I continued to put on some jewelry as he walked in. I watched him through my mirror, sitting on the edge of the bed his eyes met mine.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

I sighed.“Not much better if I’m being honest.”

“You know that it’s for the best, making up with the others I mean.”

“Yeah. It’s just going to be hard because they didn’t believe me.”

We made our way to the club house again. I began to feel nervous, what was going to happen with the girls? Were we just going to keep arguing about this or could we actually resolve it? As we arrived something seemed wrong. There was no loud music, no chatter from the crowds and no people for that matter. Jax and I got off his bike, his face showing confusion, as did mine.

“Jax, what’s happening?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, stay close to me.” he took out a gun from the waist line of his trousers before grabbing my hand.

We took cautious steps towards the club house. I had been to this sort of party before, there had to be something going on here. Jax kept me behind his back, looking out for any danger. However we were caught off guard, both of us being knocked off of our feet. We were lying on the floor and before Jax could shoot the attackers the gun was forced out of his hands.

“Miss us baby girl?” a slimy voice free my attention away from the ground and up at the men.

That’s when I let out a blood curdling scream.

Begin Again: Chapter 2

I got really amazing feedback on part one so thanks so much for that! I hope you guys like this next chapter xx

Part 1 Part 3
Word count: 1,967
Warnings: one or two curse words
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Your eyes fluttered open around five o’clock in the morning and no matter how hard you tried (by tossing and turning relentlessly), you couldn’t fall back asleep. You watched, defeated, as your room was flooded with the colours of the sunrise, going from pink to purple and then a pale yellow.

Around eleven, you could no longer ignore the nagging feeling that told you staying in bed wasn’t productive, so you changed into sweats and a t-shirt and decided to go for a drive. Your motorcycle, the very same one that you kept upgrading, was in Tony’s garage.

When you reached, you saw Bucky standing by a freshly-polished Aston Martin DB9 rubbing the back of his neck the same way he had when first meeting you. The bonnet was open and a mess of tools was around his feet.

‘Need some help?’ you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

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Brother’s Best Friend

Requested by Anonymous - Can you do an until dawn one shot where your Chris’s sister, and you really like josh, but Chris is like super over protective pretty please :D

‘Why did I agree that you could come, again?’ Chris sighed as we made our way towards the Washingtons’ house.

‘Um, you didn’t,’ I told him, smirking slightly as we came up to a gate. ‘Mom made you bring me because I was invited too, idiot.’

Chris smirked, shaking his head slightly as I tugged at the gates.

‘Aw, need your older brother to do it?’ he teased, mocking a babyish tone.

I hit him lightly on the shoulder before moving away. ‘Be my guest, oh mighty Chris,’ I simpered, rolling my eyes as I gave him a half-bow.

He cracked his knuckles before trying to tug at the gates. He had no success though, and stumbled backwards a few paces.

‘Sorry, you were saying?’ I asked, looking at him smugly.

‘Oh, ha, ha,’ he said, glancing at the wall though.

‘Yeah, we’re gonna have to climb,’ I told him, shifting my bag slightly. ‘Reckon you can do that?’

‘I happen to be an excellent climber, (Y/n),’ he told me, but there was a slight look of worry behind his eyes.

‘Yeah, ‘cause you did so well in Gym class,’ I mocked, before moving towards the wall.

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Sitting alone in a tiny room / waiting for dawn it should be breaking soon / I know where you are and I know where you’ve been

It wasn’t exactly like Niall to be all hung up on a girl. Of course he was emotional and he loved his now ex-girlfriend more than he could ever describe, but it was so hard to get over her. It felt like he was suffocating and he didn’t like it at all.

His dreams were images of her and sadness haunted his every step. He felt a crushing pain constricting around his heart and he just wanted it to go away. The boys had been patient and had done all they could to keep his mind off of you—but they knew Niall was wrong.

They loved you, and they loved you for Niall. You were meant for Niall and they all knew that. So that’s why this was all so hard. Liam was constantly reassuring words that it would all work out. Harry was always there with food so he wouldn’t stop eating just because he was sad. Louis always had a joke or four so that he would laugh. Zayn was just there with an encouraging smile for his best friend. Still, they hoped that Niall would put it together that he was meant for you and you for him.

But until then, they would be there for him.

It didn’t help that you were so sweet and good about the whole thing. You simply left without a trace and just disappeared. He didn’t know if he liked that—if it was easier or not. He was still trying to figure it out. He had several texts all written out waiting to be sent; he wanted to talk to you. Because he loved you still and he wanted to know that you were okay.

Unfortunately he knew you weren’t. Several people (paparazzi mainly) had informed him that you were utterly sad looking and hadn’t taken your sunglasses off so that you could cry in peace since you were never going to get out of the spotlight.

Niall Horan’s ex-girlfriend wasn’t escaping the media as easily as she escaped Niall.

The boys chatted with her at least once every couple days to make sure she was alright because they knew Niall couldn’t talk to her or he would tell her he messed up and ruined everything but she deserved more than that. Niall knew that. He wanted the very best for her—a boy that would be with her every waking moment he could be, someone that was only a phone call away, not a skype call and a twelve hour flight.

Niall thoroughly loved his couch and Harry made him roll onto the floor every two days so he could flip, plump and fix the couch so it wouldn’t get disgusting while Niall had a seemingly endless pity party for himself.

But Niall wanted her. He wanted her and only her and he knew he blew it. It was entirely his fault and he wondered how on earth he could fix it.

Nights were loneliest; they always were. He laid on the couch staring at the clock that ticked each second he was without you tauntingly. He swore the noise echoed your name.

He wondered if you were okay and wondered if you were as torn up as he was and he assumed you were because you were even worse than he was since this was all his doing. Out of nowhere. It was as if he had ripped your heart out through your chest and gave it back to you with the shortest apology in the world.

The room felt so small and for Niall that was never good. In fairness, it was probably that constant pressure on his chest getting to him again. But the room felt tiny. And of course it had gone from dark to light in a matter of seconds ticking by with your name attached to each echoing tick.

Eventually sleep overcame him but it wasn’t without trying. He was watching the sunrise when he finally closed his eyes in exhaustion and heartache for the tenth morning in a row.


Niall looked about a fraction better than he felt. He wondered how on earth he could be this stupid letting you go. All he wanted was you back in his life. But you would never take him back. How could he explain it was a moment of pure stupidity and nothing was the same without you. He thought he wanted you to have better but what he really wanted was you, always. He wanted to be selfish and he wanted you to be by his side.

There was a knock on his door and he grunted in response. Liam came hurrying in, there was anxiety painted on his face and sadness he didn’t know Liam could have and he wondered what was wrong but was too exhausted to ask.

“You have to come with me now,” he said.


You say that you’re lost and need to find yourself / can’t do that with me but with somebody else / you say you’re still here but you found a new home / I say that’s a nice way to say I’m alone.

It was one of those days that you felt less confident that you would make it through the day. You were somehow okay with that because it was something to feel besides absolute pain and suffering.

You never hated Niall. In fact, you had drafted several messages to him in hopes to mend your broken relationship just so he knew you had no hard feelings and you were willing to be friends with him no matter what.

But that wasn’t right. Niall was moving on. That’s what the papers said and you were just stuck in the past and wishing things had ended differently. Between work and the loneliness of your apartment, you found yourself walking and walking for miles perhaps looking for an answer along the path.

The music you listened to wasn’t conducive to getting over Niall but part of you believed you didn’t want to get over him. He was lovely and always would be. But the music was also loud and that’s why you didn’t hear the guy on the bike behind you.

And you were falling in the street before it was too late getting hit by an oncoming motorcycle at the moment you were laying in the street. You tried to move but everything hurt and you weren’t able to do anything. You tried to speak but nothing would move. You were okay—you thought.

You tried to answer the people rushing around you asking you to stay awake. There were sirens and you wondered what was going on because everything felt so out of place. Was this real? Were you really dying? You felt weak but you wanted to answer because you did think you were okay.

But when the medics were putting wires on your body to shock you and wrapping various parts of your body in braces you weren’t so sure you were okay.

But part of you believed this hurt less than Niall leaving you.


Niall thought his living room was tiny—that was nothing compared to the waiting room in the hospital you had been taken to. He was all tears and sniffles as he hung his head down and sobbed at the thought of his beautiful, broken angel hurt and damaged so badly. No one knew if you would make it.

He wished he had sent the texts, wished he had never said a word to you, wished he never broke your heart, and wished that he was there to protect you when he should have been.

Liam rubbed his back and he swallowed as the boys all waited with Niall to hear the verdict about you. Harry was on the phone with your mum back in the states saying that he would be happy to send her out here if she wanted.

Niall wanted to die and if you did he’s sure he would too.

The paparazzi were all over the story and started claiming you did it on purpose because what an attention grabber. Louis silently turned off the television in the small room.

“Who’s Niall Horan?” A nurse said. Niall’s head rose a fraction covered in tears. He was blotted red and sad etched into his features.

“Me,” he said meekly.

“You can go sit with her if you’d like. You’re the only one listed that can go in the room,” she said.

Niall felt like he was going to throw up. Zayn rubbed his knee and nodded encouragingly. So Niall stood and he felt like he was going to fall right over but he needed to be brave. You needed him. Maybe. Sort of. You deserved someone to sit by you and hold your beautiful hand until you woke up and be told how lovely you were. Because though Niall truly didn’t think you would ever fall into traffic on purpose, he wondered if he really did break you that badly.

This room felt even tinier but part of him knew that was because he was enveloped in your beauty. Even with tubes and wires prodding you in ways that looked less than delicate, you were still the most fragile and beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He was out of tears for the moment. He gazed at your peaceful face while your eyes were closed and machines beeped to remind him you were in fact alive, even if you were terribly, terribly broken.

“Oh princess,” he whimpered and he took your gentle hand and rubbed your fingers soothingly. “My beautiful princess,” he croaked. “Come back to me, please,” he begged.

His voice wasn’t his own. It was pathetic and gross he wanted to stop it, but he needed you—he needed you so much that he didn’t care if he sounded pathetic. He wanted you. All of you. And first and foremost, he needed you to be okay.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so fucking stupid,” he hissed and pinched between his eyes in agony. “I can’t do this without you, princess,” he breathed. “Please,” he hummed. “Please, come back to me,” he croaked and pressed a kiss to your hand.


The boys worried Niall would never leave the hospital. Harry even told Niall that you would kill him if you knew he wasn’t sleeping or eating. “I haven’t been sleeping or eating anyway,” he reminded Harry. So there was no stopping him. He wasn’t leaving until you could walk out with him or he couldn’t walk out at all.

It had been a few days and your mother was so distraught and Niall just felt immense guilt every time he looked at the woman that brought you into his life. He didn’t know what to say so he felt it was better to say nothing and leave the talking to Liam who could still function.

The boys took turns watching Niall and your mother allowed Niall to continually go speak with you even though you couldn’t answer him.

Niall believed you could hear him. It’s all that kept him going.


Your hand was really warm and you were grateful for it because the rest of your body was so cold. You wondered if you actually had died because you felt as cold as a corpse. You groaned softly and felt weaker than you had ever felt in your life. You were exhausted but you knew you had been asleep for at least a full day.

You shivered causing the warmth in your hand to shift. “Princess?” The Irish accent whispered. You struggled to peel your eyes open. “Oh my goodness, Princess,” he cried and the tears started flowing like rivers down his cheeks. “My sweet,” he sobbed and he kissed your hand.  “Oh goodness,” he cried.

“M’cold,” you said and your voice was thick with sleep and sounded so raspy Niall’s heart just about broke.

“Okay,” he said and flung his coat off immediately and put it over your body. “I’m gonna go get you a blanket.”

“No,” you said and the monitor jumped. “Don’t go,” you begged pathetically. If this was a dream, you didn’t want it to end.

“Oh princess, I’m not going anywhere; I promise,” he vowed and sat right back down next to you. He pressed the call button on your remote and instantly people came running. Your eyes never moved from Niall’s and he took that as a blessing because he would hold your gaze for forever if he could.


After several days and a few lectures on the importance of making sure you come back at any sign of trouble, you were allowed to crutch out of the hospital. Niall was there watching your every step. Unfortunately, the two of you hadn’t spoken much since you had woken up. There were a lot of tests that had to be done and a lot of questions that were asked there really hadn’t been time. After much assurance, your mother left and made you promise to never do that again.

So Niall was helping you to his car and he felt sick with worry as he watched you limp along. He just wanted to pick you up and carry you but he was scared if he held you like that he would never let you go ever again.

Maybe this time could work if our need is dire / maybe our future is so bright it fucking burns like a wildfire.

Once you were settled in he drove you home and made no sign of chatting with you because he was scared if he said anything it would be the last time he would talk to you. He worried his stupidity would overcome and he’d ruin these last moments he had with you.

“Did you purposefully fall in the street?” He blurted out. The moment the words fell from his lips he wondered if he could drive himself into a telephone pole and not injure you.

“No, of course not,” you answered softly. There was no malice in your voice and Niall was shocked that you answered so calmly. He all but suggested that your breakup had made you suicidal. “I want to die but I’m not going to do anything about it,” you said with a wry smile. “I just joke about jumping into traffic, you know that,” you reminded him.

“Princess, I was dying and I thought you weren’t going to come back to me and I…” he swallowed thickly tears clouding his vision and he had the right mind to pullover so he wouldn’t further endanger your life. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

You swallowed thickly and looked out the window so you wouldn’t be pathetic and beg for him back. “Thanks,” you mumbled eventually. He felt like he had been shot in the heart, again. You would never take him back.

So he drove along silently stopping in front of your apartment and hurrying to your door to help you out and maneuver safely inside. Once you were seated and propped up on your sofa Niall made an effort to leave and you said it before you could even process the movement of your mouth speaking the words. “You promised you wouldn’t go,” you pleaded.

Niall’s heart felt like it was breaking all over again and he thought that it was odd that something so beautiful and wonderful that you said could burn like fire in his heart. And maybe that’s what this second chance was—a fire that restarted the part of your relationship that Niall was worried about.

It was then Niall saw it: a house, a car, kids, a job, and all the trimmings.

And it burned but it was beautiful and he was happy.

“Never, princess.”

Protective - Logan/Wolverine x Young Reader (Part 2)

Originally posted by hughxjackman

Request: Part two for protective where you went on a mission with storm and come back really hurt                

(Y/N) was out on a mission with Storm her teacher that had taught her how to control her lightning powers, Logan had been a bit off with her going alone but was reassured that by the Professor that you’d be alright with Storm at your side.

Though it was a mission to make sure to stop one of Eric’s new member of his team that was creating chaos, you both should of been back by now. With that said Logan was found walking by the front entrance of the school, odd times looking at the door for when he’d see you returning.

He did that all the time you were out on a mission without him, his protective side of you always peaked out when you weren’t around in his sight when danger was around.

Hearing quick movement the door swung open but what he saw he didn’t like one bit, Scott who had flew the jet for you and Storm there and back ended up having you badly injured in his arms and rushed to here they could treat your wounds.

Logan froze and stood in his spot for a moment, seeing you in Scott’s arms passed out and bleeding from your wounds make his blood boil, who the hell did this to you?! He’d get answers and once he got them this person would pay big time.

“What happened?” Logan asked.
“We were on our way back, but she got attacked suddenly out of no where…” Storm frowned.
“How?! By Who?!” Logan started shouting.
“Calm down Logan, we first have to treat her wounds.” Professor X explained.

Logan didn’t have any of this, growling he walked out of the mansion and got on his bike. He’d head to where ever Eric and his band of fools were so he could deal with them himself.

As he made his way down the road Professor X had spoke to him through his mind.

‘Don’t do this Logan, she needs you more then anything right now..’

“Hate to break it to you, Professor…but I won’t be able to calm down once this bastard is dealt with..” Logan replied.

‘What happens when she wakes up and your not here?’

Coming to a sudden stop Logan thought it over and knew that it wouldn’t be good if you woke up alone while injured. It reminded him of how scared you were when you first arrived to the school.

“Fine I’m heading back..make sure she’s alright.” Logan sighed.

With the others The Professor nodded his head while the others sighed in relief, something about (Y/N) made the one guy named Logan so protective of her that he’d go to this much lengths just to make sure she was safe and alright.

10 or so minutes passed and Logan returned, Storm had moved away giving him the seat beside your bed side. Looking at you he sighed and pushed some of your hair away from your face.

“You one reckless girl.” Logan commented.

Silence was all he got frowning he leaned his elbows on his legs and had waited there until the time for you to wake up. About an hour or so passed and he hear you groaning slightly, sitting up he saw your (E/C) eyes open.

“Hey there bub, feeling alright?” He asked.
“I feel like a truck ran me over.” You joked.
“Well you did get injured badly.” Logan sighed.
“Sorry…” You frowned.
“It’s okay kid, happens to a lot of us.” Logan smiled a bit.

Storm, Scott and Professor X watched the two talk and laugh together, they were happy to see someone could break down the walls Logan had up and also proud to see the young girl who was once scared to talk to just about anyone feel more comfortable and be more open to them and the other students.

||A/N: Not sure how well this one is but I hope you like it! Sorry if it’s to short or whatever but I wanted to quickly write this one and have it be the first request done in the month of November!! Awesome! Thanks for the request!||

Let’s start a Revolution

“Master Bruce, be careful.” Batman turned around, staring at Alfred standing behind him, his back straight as ever, his suit perfectly pressed, his posture showing confidence. But his face. Batman studied how his jaw was clenched, how his lips were tightly pressed together in a perfectly straight line, showing that he was obviously holding something back. His hand twitched in Batman’s direction, and they both noticed it but none of the men acted upon it. Alfred’s eyes showed many emotions; wisdom, experience, love, guilt. Batman didn’t know which of those emotions were dominating Alfred’s thoughts. He turned away from the Butler, walking towards the Batmobile. He knew going on this mission was suicide. He knew that there was nothing he could do to stop what was coming. Every step he took echoed in the loud silence of the cave. He glanced at the cave walls, walking past them. He heard bat-wings flapping hard and he raised his head higher. As if the sound was a war horn, signalling the beginning of an end. An end to the way Batman knew the world to be. And end to how the days usually went by. An end to everything familiar. Batman stepped into the Batmobile, not sparing the Butler another glance. Batman knew he had to do this. He knew that the world needed him. He knew that he might die. And he was ready for it.


“Master Bruce, be careful.” Bruce turned around, staring at Alfred standing behind him, his back stiff in a way that showed that he was trying to stay upright, but failing. His suit jacket gone. His posture only slightly showing his old age. And his face. Bruce studied the laughing lines around his mouth, his lips set in a loose frown showing his obvious disdain for the situation. His hands were curled into fists. Despite his age, Bruce knew that Alfred still felt he was a soldier. Bruce knew he hated himself for not being able to help in the battlefield that was the world. Alfred’s eyes showed many emotions; wisdom, experience, love, guilt. Bruce had seen those emotions in his eyes a thousand times. Bruce nodded towards him, a promise. But he didn’t smile. This was not the type of situation to smile about. He turned away from his friend, towards the rest of his family, patiently awaiting his orders. He observed how all of them stood confident in their battle armor.

Dick stood closest, with his chest puffed up, his chin up and his mouth in a straight line, showing determination. The demeanor of a leader. Bruce could see his own thought process in the eyes of his eldest. He knew Dick was also thinking about the risk factor. Not for himself, but rather for his siblings. It was an admirable quality, and Bruce was beyond proud. Even so Bruce wished he could tell his son to take care of himself as well. That his life meant as much as his siblings’.

Jason stood to his right, his helmet tucked under his arm, his hip cocked, his attitude seemingly casual, but tensed in a way that Bruce knew he was anything but relaxed. In that exact moment he reminded Bruce of a soldier. A soldier who knew his job, who knew the fate of the line of work he was leading, but a soldier who had also lost too much.

Bruce watched as Cassandra stepped up next to Dick. Ready to fight. Ready to give her own life to save anyone. Ready to sacrifice. It was an evident difference between her demeanor when wearing civilian clothing, and when wearing her battle armor. She was watching him the same way he was watching her, but he knew she was also aware of every other activity in the cave. From the bats on the ceiling sleeping to the bats on the ground ready to fight. To a trained eye it was easy to see she was a trained assassin, but to Bruce’s eyes she was the victor. Her lips slowly turned upwards, giving a soft smile and Bruce still couldn’t smile back, but she knew.

He moved his gaze to Tim and how he was standing so close to his older brothers. Showing that he was ready to jump as fast as they did, that he was ready to fight back as hard as them, that he was not to be underestimated. He saw Tim subconsciously grip his staff, and Bruce knew that Tim was not the small, naive boy his siblings made him out to be. Bruce knew he was as much of a warrior as the rest.

Stephanie had also noticed Tim gripping his staff, and Bruce stood there watching as she put a hand on his shoulder. He saw the muscles in Tim’s shoulders relax, and Stephanie smiled at him. Cassandra turned towards the pair, and held out a hand towards Steph which she gripped and squeezed hard to Cass’ satisfaction. Bruce was so proud of Stephanie. Aspiring to always be better, and help those around her to be better as well. Even in situations like this, you found her smiling, hoping, believing in people. Her light was infectious, and as she grinned at Cass, he could see the whole group relaxing a bit. Even if Dick and Jason had not turned around to see the act, they both loosened up a bit. But not enough to forget. No, neither did they forget, nor did she. Even though Stephanie was smiling, Bruce could see the fire in her eyes. Anger, as dangerous as hell itself, ready to be unleashed.

Damian stood close to Tim’s other side. Not as close as Jason and Dick were standing, and not as close as Tim and Steph were standing. But not as far away as he would have stood, a couple of years back. Damian did not glance over at Cassandra and Stephanie’s moment. Bruce knew his was mentally getting ready for the fight. He wished he could just tell Damian to get out of the Robin suit, and climb in bed. He knew that even though he did tell Damian to drop out on the mission, that his son would not listen. He was as devoted to the Mission as the rest of them. Even if Damian had followed his orders to stay home today, Bruce knew he was valuable in the field. And Bruce hated himself for being selfish enough to bring his son on a suicide mission every night.

“Oracle to Batman. A-team is set in motion. C-team is going up back now. We’re ready for B-team.” Barbara’s voice, strictly professional, gave out quick orders meaning it was time for Bruce to lead his soldiers out and to the war. Bruce knew how much Barbara, just like Alfred, wanted to join them outside. But he also knew that she understood that she was needed up in the Watchtower. “Roger that” Bruce answered, but not in his Batman voice. He looked back at his children who had gotten the same message.

“Be careful, Bruce” Barbara said quietly. Bruce squared his shoulders, straightened his back and looked each of his soldiers in the eye. None of their gazes wavered.

“Are you ready to go into battle?” Bruce asked. They boldly, challengingly stared back. None of them afraid to die, if it meant saving the person next to them. Bruce couldn’t have been prouder. He pulled on his cowl and stalked past them, listening to their footsteps following close behind. No hesitation. He stepped into the batmobile, as Robin climbed in the passenger seat. Nightwing swung his leg over his bike, as Red Hood pulled on his helmet. Batgirl saluted at Red Robin jokingly, making Black Bat sitting behind her on her bike quietly giggle and Red Robin affectionately roll his eyes behind the cowl.

Bruce glanced back at Alfred who was still standing there like a Sergeant, ready to send his soldiers to fight for a good cause, but also knowing that it might end badly. Bruce knew it too. But Bruce also knew that they had to do this. Bruce knew that world needed them. And Bruce knew they all were aware that they might die. Bruce knew they were all ready. But he wasn’t.

Because @safety-dancer convinced me to post it. Also if you want all the feels reading this then listen to Revolution by Elias (he’s norwegian but the song is in English and amazingness)

5sos Imagine: Snapback!Michael (His POV)

A/N: This is the same thing as This Imagine, but in Michael’s POV.

I remember the first time I saw Y/N Y/L/N. I was moving in across the street, and I could see them in their front window. She was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, and I wanted so badly to go over and say hi or for her to come over and say hi.

But I also remember the first time I saw Mr. Y/L/N.

And he was not the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

He had this sneer on his face, like just the thought of me disgusted him.

At first, it was kinda funny. I liked knowing I was pissing him off. I liked looking over across the street whenever I was doing yardwork and seeing him glare at me and my hair, tattoos, piercing, and parties. It became a game.

Then it wasn’t.

I always seem to catch Y/N staring at me in class (or maybe she catches me staring at her), and I keep itching to talk to her or for her to talk to me. But I never did, just knowing that it was probably taboo of her to hang out with me because of her fucking dad.

And that pisses me off, because I actually like her. I may or may not hook up with other girls at parties, but that’s completely different. I want to do couple things with her. I want to hold her hand and go on dates and do that kind of shit. And also hook up with her, but like in the long-run, after doing those things.

By senior year, my best friends are sick of how much I talk about her.

“Guys, so Y/N and I-” I try to start the Friday I actually talk to her.

“God, not this again.” Ashton groans, throwing his head on top of his music sheets.

“No let me guess.” Calum says, mouth full. I sigh, but suffer through it so I can relish in the victory of proving them wrong. “You stared at Y/N. She stared at you. You both are too chickenshit to talk to each other.” He spits out crumbs from his hot dog on his jersey, but doesn’t clean it. Dumbass.

“No, we actually talked.” I say smugly.

They stare at me in shock.

“No way, how’d that happen?” Luke asks, looking up from his homework for once. Whenever Cal has a party, Luke does his homework at school and doesn’t bother talking to us. But he knows how impressive this is, so he’s listening. He’s a good mate.

“I knocked into her on the way out of history-”

“Idiot.” Ashton snickers, drumming his fingers on the table like he always does.

“Shut the fuck up, don’t you want to hear the story?” They say nothing, waiting. Even Ash stops drumming. I grin, “So, as I was saying, I helped her up and then I invited her to your party, Cal.”

Their mouths drop. “No fucking way.” Calum says.

“You have a date with her?” Luke asks, happy for me.

I fiddle with my snapback, “Well… She said she couldn’t make it.”

“That sucks,” Ash says.

“But she said if she could she would.” I try.

“You got turned the fuck down.” Calum says, then slaps his palm on my shoulder. Hard. Ow, keep it on the field, mate. “Sorry, Mike.”

“I didn’t get turned down!”

“Yeah, you kinda did.” Luke points out. “Even I know that.”

“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of girls at Cal’s party.” Ashton reminds me, then start talking about the party.

She didn’t turn me down… did she?

Later that night, I’m getting ready to head fashionably late to the Hood House by myself when I think about what the boys were telling me.

She said she would’ve.

She said.

I think I have a plan. 

As quickly and quietly as I can, I push my bike until it’s far enough away from our houses. Then I jog back to my house and grab a handful pebbles from our walkway. Thank god my mom thought these “looked nice.”

I jog over to the only upper room with the lights on, getting my exercise for the month. Y/N doesn’t have any siblings, and I’m hoping like hell I’m not about to do some serious romantic shit in front of her parents.

I toss a pebble up there, hitting the window. I fist-pump in victory, then frown when I don’t see her investigate.

I throw the whole handful at her window, only five or six hitting it. She starts walking around, but comes nowhere near the window.


I don’t want to break it, so I take off my socks, roll them into a ball, and toss it up, hitting the window.

Damn, my skills are on point tonight.

She approaches the window, squints, smiles, and opens it. “Michael, what are you doing?” She moves out of the way a bit so it’s only her head and neck showing. Shame, I like the band on her shirt.

“Helping you sneak out so we can go to Calum’s party.” I loudly whisper.

She tilts your head to the side slightly, “Are you serious?”

I feel like a complete idiot. The boys were right… I decide to check anyway. “If you don’t actually want to go-”

“No, I do!” She interrupts. “I’m just pleasantly surprised. This is sweet.”

“I know. I’m straight out of a romance novel.” I pull at my shirt’s collar like a douchebag, jokingly. Thank god, she laughs. I like her laugh. She says she has to get changed and I tell her I’ll wait.

Unlike most of the girls I’ve gone on dates with (is this a date?), she actually comes out 10 minutes later, wearing a grey shirt and one of the hottest skirts I’ve ever seen. It’s just short enough and reveals her legs in the greatest way possible.

Before I can stop myself, I whistle low, “You look great.” I can’t stop myself from giving her a full onceover.

“So do you.”

One side of my lips pulls up in smile, “C’mon, I parked my motorcycle down the street so we don’t wake your folks.”

It’s actually adorable, the way she looks petrified at my motorcycle. But I’ve ridden it for ages and know what I’m doing. I hope she trusts me.

She squeezes tight around my middle, her body pressed against mine. We haven’t even done anything and I’m already feeling a little hot. She smells really good, and it’s fucking with my brain.

When I park on my signature spot at Calum’s house, I’ve stepped off the bike but Y/N is still there, staring at the party that’s happening outside.

If she looks this freaked out outside, wait ‘til she gets inside. Calum’s parties always get a bit freaky.

“You okay?” I ask gently.

She blushes slightly, “Sorry, I just have never been to one of these before.”

I try to reassure her, and then take her to go get some beer from the keg. It’ll be cheap stuff, but I don’t think she should drink any of the hard stuff, especially when she reacted like she saw a ghost at first glance of the party.

Just as I’m about to pour us some drinks into some clean Solo cups, someone rushes into me.

I wince, thinking it’s a clingy ex-hookup when I hear “MIKEY!” right in my damn ear.

“Luke.” I laugh, relieved, even when he wraps his arms around me like a 6’4 koala. “You’re drunk.” I can smell the beer on his breath. Luke never gets this shitfaced so quickly. He must’ve got a B on a test.

“You’re funny!” Luke laughs obnoxiously, then sees Y/N. “Who’s this? She’s hot.” Thank god, he doesn’t recognize her. That way he can’t say something embarrassing.

“I’m Y/N.” She tells him.  

“Oh right. Mike never stops talking about-” Shit. I jab my elbow into his side and divert, “You really are drunk. You don’t talk to new people.” I adjust my snapback, even though it probably doesn’t need adjusting.

“I’m drunk?”

“Go away!” I order, before he does anything else to embarrass me. I shove him away so he gets the hint.

Once Luke leaves, she says, in this shocked awe, “He’s more limbs than human.”

I laugh, I’ve never heard it put that way before. “He’s like a newborn foal learning to walk, or some shit,” I tack on, worried that sounded too dumb, “When he’s plastered.” I continue, shaking my head. “What can I get you?”

“I don’t drink.”

I’m about to say something like “cool” or “that’s fine, you want some water?” when Ashton drapes an arm around her and shouts, “Then why are you at a fucking party?” I tense. Ashton knows I like Y/N, and he’s touching her like they’ve been friends for years? I start getting oddly jealous.

“Because I invited her, dumbass.” I yank his arm off her.

He finally looks at her. And I realize he probably thought it was one of the girls I normally hook up with. “Wait. This is Y/N? The girl who turned you down?” Fuck. This can’t get worse. “CALUM! CALUM! Mike actually convinced Y/N to come!”

It’s worse.

I look at Y/N. Her face is tinted red, but she doesn’t look mad. Phew.

Calum, with ears like a fucking hawk, makes his way over. “No way!” He looks her up and down and I resist the urge to punch him in the face. “I thought she turned you the fuck down!”

I am going to kill my best friends.

“I actually wanted to go, but I knew my parents wouldn’t let me.” She interjects, and I exhale in relief. “So he snuck me out.” She smiles back, and I smile back as much I can, considering how much embarrassment I just went through.

“How romantic.” Calum drawls, batting his eyes.

That’s it.

“I’m leading you away from these guys.” I get her arm, gently, in hand and start to lead her toward this really cool, secluded place in Cal’s backyard.

Due to the party, I don’t hear the first part of what Ashton’s yelling, all I get is, “-are your best friends!” and I can guess the rest so I shout, “And I’m regretting that by the second!”

I don’t need a drink anyway. I want to make sure she gets home safe. Which is what I say when she checks if I want to get a drink.

Besides, I want to hang out with her sober.

We talk for ages. I keep making her laugh and she’s actually pretty funny herself. We’re having a blast when she gets a phone call. From the way her face falls, I know it’s bad.

Her dad, guessing by the authority, yells at her for a while. I can hear every word, but I don’t want to leave her alone at Cal’s party so I pretend like I can’t hear.

Then I hear him call me a “low-life,” “bad news,” and “piece of trash.”

Too pissed, I decide to go to keg as fast as I can. I don’t want to think about what Mr. Y/L/N said and how right he is without at least three beers and a shot in me.

I don’t even notice she’s chasing after me until I hear her shout my name. Shocked, I stop and she clutches onto my wrist so I don’t go anywhere. I probably could break free, but I don’t want to hurt her.

“Let me explain-”

“Explain what?” She flinches, but I don’t really care right now. I spout back all of her dad’s words. She probably agrees with him. She probably just wanted to be a bad girl for once and doesn’t give a shit about me. Which is what I tell her, I think.

She surprises me when she shout, “No you don’t! My dad may be a prick and think that stuff but I know it’s not true! I like you. A lot. And not because I want to rebel or some dumb reason like that, I actually really like you. Fuck what my dad says,” Holy shit, I got Y/N Y/L/N to like me. And swear. In the same sentence. I just have to kiss her. Going slowly, I cup her chin in my palms and tilt her head up so she’s looking me in the eye. “He’s wrong. You’re amazing and nice and hilarious…” She slowly stops, cheeks flaming red.

“Is this okay?” I whisper. I really want this to be okay.

She nods.

“Good. Because…” I smirk, because I’m an asshole. “As nice to hear as this speech is, I think we should-”

Holy fuck Y/N is kissing me. Then the instant I start to respond, she pulls away.

“Nope.” I sigh. I was going to draw this out, but then I look at her face and she looks really concerned so I hurry to explain, “Much too short of a kiss. We need to try again.”

Her laugh is beautiful, and she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me again. Fucking ace.

I slip my tongue in at one point, and somehow my hands move to her waist and pull her closer to me. Y/N’s hands tangle into my hair. Where did my snapback go? Oh wait, I don’t care.

Suddenly, there’s a lot of cheering. Y/N jumps away from me, but I was totally fine with an audience. Until I see that it’s nearly everyone at the party.


I see her blush, so I let her hide into my side, holding her closer. I vaguely hear Calum and Ashton revealing my secret. And when she calls me out on it, I tell her the truth. “I might have had a crush on you for a while.” Okay, the kinda truth where I’m too much of a chickenshit to be more honest.

Yes! She has one on me too. I need to kiss her again.

I’m just about to, when I hear Luke bossing me around, “Kiss again, it was hot!”

“Maybe we will, Luke, fuck off!” I yell at him for interrupting my fucking moment with her. Then I look her in the eye so she knows I’m only thinking of her.

Then I remember something.

“Do we need to get you back to your dad?”

I really want to hear the words “No Michael, let’s stay here and fuck” but I’m not surprised when her beautiful lips tell me, “Actually maybe” while making a face.

“We can hang out later.” I reassure her. “Trust me, I have lots of pebbles saved for this very occasion.” I grin at her.

“Sounds like a plan.” She kneels down to do something, and the constantly-horny part of me is thinking “blowjob?” (god, that kiss fucked with my brain) when she picks up my snapback. Oh, it was on the ground. Good, I like that one.

Y/N puts it on my head, fixing it on top of my lilac hair. I smirk, thinking of a great idea. I take it off and put it on your head, backwards. Swaggy.

She looks confused, so I explain, “To freak your dad out a bit more.” I joke, letting her know I don’t blame her for her dad hating me. “C’mon, let’s get you home.” When I take her back to my bike, I can’t help but sneak a few glances down at her. She just looks so fucking hot in my snapback.

A/N: There WILL be a part two, but this backstory needed to be said for it to work, if that makes sense. I hope you guys like it!


Ok, so today I was listening to Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits and well, this little plot bunny just would not leave me alone. It’s pretty bad and even though it has a lot of Abraham it is actually a Bethyl story. But it was fun (at least more fun than editing articles on legal systems).


The satellite phone lay untouched on the table and, in the name of all things holy, it was pissing Abraham off something fierce. He wasn’t used to being ignored, wasn’t used to repeating himself. Because when Abraham spoke, people listened. Always had. He liked to think they always would.

At first, it had just been his physique. There’s a certain misplaced respect that comes with being built like a brick with more muscles than sense. But the truth was he knew it was more about his demeanour. He’d spent ages cultivating his own special brand of swagger, a persona that mixed just the right amount of serious with just the right amount of fun. Like almost all human interaction it was a compromise and he liked to stack the odds in his favour with a little flirtation, a little sweet talking.

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the spell you got on me - iwaoi

pairing: iwaizumi hajime/oikawa tooru

rating: teen

word count: 1426

summary: oikawa is shameless, and iwaizumi suffers.

i promised i would post the whole fic if my teaser got any notes at all, so here we go!!

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The first time they have sex and Iwaizumi asks the boy who’s caught bugs with him for almost eighteen years with badly concealed nervousness what, exactly, he wants from him, Oikawa lets his eyelids drop, his voice go husky, and says coyly,

“Spoil me, Iwa-chan.”

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