I’ve kind of had a craving for angry, jealous Dean lately…
Gator @salvachester - this one’s for you <3
You climb out of the back seat, tugging your skirt down
self-consciously. Dean is staring at your legs, his jaw clenched, and
even Sam swallows hard, then turns away.
“Does it look that bad?” you ask, worried for a moment that maybe
you’re not dressed appropriately to be an FBI agent.
Sam clears his throat, and Dean growls out, “You look fine.”
You straighten your jacket, lift your chin, and get into the head
space you need, a little condescending, a little no-nonsense, like
you’re used to getting what you ask for. Dean gives you one more
glance and, looking like he’d like to eat someone, leads the way into
the police station.
You and Sam trail Dean to the front desk, standing a step behind and
flashing your badges dutifully when the officer on duty asks if he
can help you. “What can we do for the FBI?” he asks, just a touch
of snark behind his words, and you can almost feel Dean’s thunderous
frown. He’s been on edge for days, and this day seems to be a bad
one. His temper has been unpredictable, his level of patience almost
zero, and you cringe a little internally at what his reaction might
“Is your superior officer around? Maybe the big boys should talk,”
he snaps, and the officer behind the desk stands up, all six feet and
at least four inches of him, maybe even a little taller than Sam.
“Listen, Agent Hetfield. We don’t take kindly to feds coming in and
throwing their weight around. If we can help, fine. But don’t go
making demands like we owe you. We work for a living around here,
You can almost feel Dean’s chest swelling, his temper ready to
blow, and you step forward, one hand on his arm as you push your way
in front of him. “Sorry, Officer – Thomas, is it? Please forgive
my partner, this case has him a little wired.” You turn to look up
at Dean, your lips tight as you speak to him in a pleasant voice,
aware that he will hear the anger beneath. “Agent Hetfield, Agent
Hammett, why don’t you go get that coffee we were talking about? I’ll
get what we need here and meet you outside.” You narrow your eyes
at him, the threat behind them clear.
“Yeah. Why don’t we just do that,” he grinds out, giving a curt
nod to the officer and turning on his heel to stalk to the door,
flinging it open without a pause. Sam smiles politely, then turns to
MAMA BLUE LION PART 4! PART 4! Pretty please? Love you 💜💜
The long awaited part four, my dears! :3
Blue, in all honesty, felt sick. The sludgy ocean wasn’t just water, it was poison. Oil, thick and choking, and she hated how it felt against her metal skin, her human body cringing at the cold slick pressing into her metal shell’s joints and choking her movements. Lance was asleep in the chair while she rummaged around for a blanket to cover him, since she was planning to turn off most of the heating in order to speed up the healing process to her damaged rockets.
She knew her sisters were close, but she didn’t know if they’d be able to dig her and her precious Paladin out of the icy sludge. The best she could do was at least swim up to the surface to make it easier for retrieval… but her leg had damaged the internal wiring and panels; if she so much as activated it, the sparks from the exposed wires could turn this oily planet into a ball of fire.
Being the Guardian of Water, there was no way she’d survive for long inside a fire planet, that was Red’s thing. She and Lance would burn to death, which was something she wanted to avoid.
She was broken out of her thoughts when her fingers brushed against something soft and slightly dusty. Aha! Perfect. She pulled the fluffy cerulean fabric from the survival cupboard, and hurried back over to Lance. Draping it over his body, she tucked him in securely before settling down on the floor, leaning against the pilot seat and shutting her eyes to concentrate on healing her Lion form and shutting down most of the heating, redirecting as much energy to healing as she dared.
She exhaled a breath of white, misty air not even thirty ticks later, the cabin having become significantly colder. Lance whined quietly in his sleep and curled into the blanket further, soft white clouds puffing up from his mouth and fading away. At this point, she was worried even more so than earlier. His breathing was shaky and a bit shallow. He’d lost too much blood. Black, big sister, please hurry. We cannot last much longer. She pressed her thoughts to her sibling almost desperately, she didn’t want to lose another child so soon, especially one so young.
She was attuned to the cold, but her Paladin had lived in a place of warmth and sunshine his whole life. He’d never even seen snow before. Ice, yes, but never a real heavy snowfall. Never a real winter. He wasn’t built to survive the cold like she was. She opened her eyes to the sound and feeling of someone entering the ocean of oil, and the comms crackled to life. Keith and Pidge appeared onscreen, Shiro’s face in the middle.
“Lance! We’re on our way in to get you. Blue, can you direct us towards your position?” Pidge asked, startling the Blue Paladin awake. “Wha’ huh?!?” He slurred, scrambling to sit up properly, Blue standing up next to him.
“Yes, I can direct you. Just follow the main current and break off when I say so. Careful, it’s colder than you would be used to on Earth. In fact, keep Red away from it Keith. Fire and oil is never a good combination, and I’d prefer not to be roasted alive.” Blue explained, Lance shuddering next to her. “I agree, dude. I think I like my skin not crispy, thanks. I’ve gotten burned once, never again. That shit hurts like a bitch!” Lance yelped, horror clearly reflected on his face at the memory.
Pidge actually snorted a short laugh. Shiro smiled slightly. “All right, we’re diving in now. No rockets.” He informed, Pidge nodding. “I’ll keep an eye out for any hostiles.” Keith called, before shutting off his comm link. “Found the main current! Woah!” Pidge yelped as her screen shuddered violently, Shiro following soon after. “Damn, this is stronger than I thought.” Shiro grunted, Lance leaning slightly closer to the screen in concern. Blue had closed her eyes to focus on the bodies on the current, humming lightly.
Her eyes snapped open. “Pull left and out now.” She commanded, the Green and Black Paladins gunning their Lion’s legs to swim faster in order to escape the rough current. “I think I see them!” Pidge barked, and Blue’s metal form shuddered not soon after.
Shiro grinned at Lance. “We got you now, guys. Hang on, we’ll pull you free soon.” Lance relaxed with a small smile, Blue purring happily next to him.
“Thank you, Shiro, Pidge.” He mumbled, before suddenly going limp.
Red liquid stained the ends of the blanket, the blotch of dark maroon slowly getting larger as Shiro frantically yelled for Lance to wake up.
*cackles in the dark safety of my room under a pile of blankets*
Suffer and wait for part 5, my dears ;3
(And yes I headcanon that Lance hasn’t seen a heavy snowfall before, shush.)
Omg I would love to read your take on the "I can hear you having mental breakdowns" AU because I can absolutely imagine Clarke being strung out with med school stress and Bell being a Mum and fretting over her
A|N: this got…. really, really long, so I’m just gonna apologize in advance and put it down as me being trash for neighbours!bellarke. Hope you like it!
It only occurs to him that he has a new neighbour when he wakes to the sound of a distinctly feminine voice cursing out someone.
And it’s not like Murphy was ever quiet or a remotely considerate neighbour or anything, but Bellamy’s pretty sure that he’s never woken him up at six in the morning with his yelling. Huffing, he shrugs on a shirt, shuffles over to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He has to be up in an hour for work anyway, so there’s no point in trying to go back to sleep.
He does, however, start feeling a little concerned when the muffled swearing grows progressively louder instead of abating. Maybe his new neighbour is actually hurt or something, and the increasingly profane swear words are her way of expressing her distress. It’s plausible, right? The nice, neighbourly thing to do would be to check up on her. Or at the very least, maybe pound on the wall and tell her, in no certain terms, to shut the fuck up.
As tempting as the latter option is, he finds himself edging out of the door anyway, crossing the hallway to knock at her door cautiously.
The door jerks open at the second knock, and he he has to hide his surprise at the figure standing by the doorway. She’s a lot tinier than he expected her to be, dressed in stained scrubs with her hair piled up into a messy bun, stray strands drifting over her collarbone distractingly.
She arches a brow over at him, the tilt of her chin challenging. “Yes?”
“Uh, hi. I live over at 5C? Just next to you?” He gestures over at his ajar apartment door, resisting the urge to make a snide remark about how thin the walls are in the complex. “And you just— I don’t know what’s happening, but you’ve been yelling for the past hour or so? I just wanted to make sure you’re not being murdered, like, five feet away from me.”
trimberly prompt: “seven minutes in heaven” (2.7k)
Kimberly is the first over the lip
of the chasm, collapsing to the ground once she reaches the top, coarse gravel
digging uncomfortably into her shoulder blades. She considers moving, but only
manages to lift her head instead, biting back a groan, watching as Jason climbs
out of the ravine, close behind. He splays on the quarry ground next to her,
reaching out to pinch weakly at her arm.
“Maybe it’s time we invest in a
rope,” he says, “or like a really long ladder.”
Trini is the next up, and she greets
them with a glare, tossing a handful of gravel halfheartedly in their
“Who made you the leader again?”
Zach hauls himself over the edge,
reaching back to pull Billy up behind him. “I think that was the giant
disembodied head,” he says. “If I remember correctly.”
Kimberly laughs and Jason mimes a
frown, swatting his hand vaguely in Zach’s direction. “It’s not my fault I have
the coolest color.”
Trini scoffs. “As if.”
“Yeah,” Kimberly says, snapping at
the elastic of her pink sports bra, the hem visible under her low-scooped tank,
“that would be me.”
If the motion draw Trini’s eyes,
Kimberly doesn’t notice.
-map of public transit - these are the life blood of large cities, their hubs are liminal spaces, they take you to parks, gatherings, and supply stores, draw sigils on your map for safety and speedy travels
-pocket knife and zip lock bags- take city weeds home with you for your spells, knives are also good for scratching sigils and offerings as well as directing energy
-spool of black thread- turn razor wire into spirit traps if that’s your thing, tie it around your wrist for quick protective magic, use it to wrap up herbs you harvested
- library card- so many books and resources
- history museum pass- I used to leave pennys in front of statues to the Gods, but go for inspiration, the Getty had a huge exhibit on alchemy, there’s a history of magic exhibit in Philadelphia right now
-hand mirror- quick glamours and deflecting the stare of that creep on the bus
Despite his reputation as a ‘blunt instrument’, Bond is well acquainted with stealth. He knows how to blend into the surroundings or lurk, hidden just out of sight, in dark corners, ready to spend hours without moving a muscle.
He’s ready now, concealed well and patiently waiting for his perfect opportunity to come by. His muscles tense in anticipation when his target approaches; Bond watches him slip into the small room, rummage in the cupboards, take what’s needed, put everything together and then leave.
Soundlessly, Bond slips out of his hiding and follows his mark, smooth and quiet like a ghost, keeping carefully out of the line of sight. He maintains just the right distance and moves quickly, aware that every second counts before the security guards absentmindedly staring at CCTV feeds realise he’s not supposed to be heading down this corridor.
Bond knows all about stealth. Knows the difference a split second can make, knows how to walk quickly yet without making a sound, and he knows how to spot the right moment to pounce-
“Chri-ist!” the minion shrieks and jumps, barely avoiding spilling the steaming hot tea from the mug clutched in his hand. “007… what- why-”
Bond smiles, sharp like a shark, and crowds the minion, smoothly backing him up until the keycard in his lab coat pocket beeps against the scanner and the irritatingly secure door to R&D slides open.
“I’ll take it from here,” Bond says and gently lifts the precious mug out of the minion’s hand.
“B-but… the Quartermaster said you can’t-”
“That’s for me to worry about,” Bond says and saunters triumphantly in, leaving the minion squirming undecidedly behind.
R&D is always bustling with life, the electric thrill of genius and innovation always crackling in the air as ideas spark and whirl and develop all across the various sections of the vast yet cluttered space. Minor (and occasionally major) explosions and incidents can and do happen at any minute, and the fire extinguisher is in urgent use at least twice a day. Bond enjoys R&D tremendously, and therefore is quite put out whenever Q throws him out for fiddling with one too many hazardous prototypes. Apparently, warming the Quartermaster’s bed can get one only so much special treatment.
Still, sneaking his way back in is always good fun.
He locates Q almost immediately and assumes his swankiest gait as he strolls over to where he’s busy with the skeleton of a brand new motorcycle he’s working on. He’s also deliciously focused, slightly ruffled, and sporting a grease stain on his cheek. Bond wants to ruffle him even more.
Q purses his lips when he sees him.
“I thought I’d got rid of you,” he says in lieu of a loving greeting.
Bond produces his most charming smile.
“I come bearing gifts,” he offers the tea.
Q huffs but accepts the mug, peering at it snootily.
“Stolen gifts, at that.”
Bond blinks and tries to remember how to look innocent.
“Stolen?” going by the unimpressed look on Q’s face, he’s less than successful.
“I can see Marvin traumatised over there by the door. And you can’t make proper tea for shit, you coffee-drinking heathen.”
“I still brought you a gift,” Bond smiles, taking half a step closer, hands in his trouser pockets, head cocked a little to the side. Q watches him closely over the brim of the mug, and Bond rather likes his chances of being forgiven this time.
“Hmm,” Q says nothing and blows on the tea so as not to appear too yielding.
Bond waits, patient, while Q takes a tentative sip, careful not to burn his lips; Bond knows the soft midnight blue suit he’s wearing is one of Q’s favourites on him, so standing there and looking pretty seems like a good strategy. It pays off - mollified, as always, by having his tea, Q makes a sound in his throat, licks his lips as he puts the mug down on a chair (the only surface near him not cluttered with tools, wires and blueprints), and turns a slightly playful gaze on Bond. Expectant, Bond smiles just a little bit, trying to look especially charming.
“Get me some biscuits and I’ll see about letting you back in,” Q says with the air of an emperor caught on a particularly generous day.
Bond smirks victoriously and says nothing, but sends Q a very meaningful look before he turns around and sashays back out of R&D, lifting the keycard off one of the minions on his way out.
Twenty-nine minutes later he’s on his way back to R&D, carrying an elegantly wrapped box and having made truly spectacular time getting to and back from a nearby bakery Q is quite fond of. So he allows himself to look particularly smug when he re-enters R&D and marches towards Q to make a gourmet biscuit delivery.
Q pretends not to notice him, focused on some intricacies of the wiring, so Bond clears his throat, standing behind him and more than happily eyeing that pert arse presented so well on display as Q leans over the tangle of wires.
“Oh, there you are,” Q also pretends not to be impressed by the box, but Bond doesn’t miss the way his eyes brighten up. “Well,” his eyebrows twitch when he takes the box and peers inside; he’s teasingly prim and composed as always, but there’s a hint of a smile on his normally downward-dipped lips. “These might even get you permission to touch a thing or two around here.”
“Oh?” Bond flawlessly reacts to the nonchalantly dropped innuendo, smirking and smoothly moving into Q’s personal space.
“Mm,” Q puts the box down next to his tea - refilled in Bond’s absence and steaming. Then he reaches out, takes hold of Bond’s tie, and pulls him into a kiss that’s thrillingly demanding.
Bond responds immediately, settling his hands on Q’s hips and squeezing just a little when Q licks deep into his mouth. It’s not often they engage in public displays of affection, especially not around Q’s minions who already gossip enough, but every now and then Q likes to be workplace-inappropriate in front of an audience. Bond always relishes those moments.
(Q enjoys being workplace-inappropriate in private as well, especially in his office with the glass walls blacked out so no one can see them half-undressed and shagging over Q’s desk… but that’s another thing entirely.)
Q ends the kiss as demandingly as he’d initiated it and smirks at Bond, eyes glowing and full of intent behind his glasses as he smooths Bond’s tie back into place.
“Go and don’t make yourself a nuisance,” he says in his best, haughtiest Quartrmaster voice that always sends a tingle of interest right into Bond’s groin. “I’m busy. If you behave, we’ll go home early when I’m done.”
Bond’s eyes gleam.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Bond is well acquainted with patience - when it suits him.
This started as a drabble for the 15 minute challenge by @mi6-cafe but then I liked how it turned out and decided to write more :) The prompt was ‘honey’ by the lovely @castillon02 - the prompt gave me this idea which somehow does not feature honey in any shape or form :D
Steve slowly came awake to the sound of boots outside of the motel room door. Heavy footsteps like those could only be made by combat boots. Steve turned his head on the pillow. You were still sound asleep between him and Bucky. Your hair was over your face and your leg was thrown over his thighs. Steve looked past you to Bucky. His eyes were also open, looking at Steve. He had heard the boots too.
More sets of footsteps had joined the first.
‘Time to go,” Steve mouthed to Bucky.
He slid out from underneath you and started pulling on his clothes. He bent down and threw yours on the bed as Bucky was waking you up. Whatever Bucky had said to you in your ear, startled you awake. You sat up quickly, pushing your hair out of your face. You scrambled out of bed as quietly as possible and pulled your own clothes on. Bucky was doing the same as you went over to your backpack and searched for the gas grenades you had stashed in the side pocket. You pulled two out and held them up to Steve and Bucky. Both nodded their heads in approval.
Bucky threw everything he could find that belonged to the three of you in his backpack and put it on. Steve picked up his shield and motioned for you to peak out the curtain.
You leaned up and peered through the slight opening down the middle. It was still dark outside but you could make out the men standing around the door.
You lifted your hand up, showing the number five. Then, made a gun out of your thumb and index fingers.
are there any products that you should absolutely keep out of the house when getting a pigeon? I want to make sure I'm ready and don't have anything potentially dangerous around. I remember reading something about certain pans? also what cage size would be good for a medium-small sized pigeon for when I'm out of the house?
Yep, teflon pans are very toxic. Anytime you’re cooking with a stovetop or opening and closing the oven the bird should be put away, no ceiling fans when the birdo is out either, any strings lying around that a pigeon could get wrapped around its feet, earrings can be a hazard ‘cause they sure like shiny things and you don’t want them swallowing those, anything breakable that they can land on or near will certainly be knocked over. Pigeons will land anywhere, they’re very bold birds once they’re comfortable in their environment and will explore EVERYTHING.
Thinking about seaglass, try to describe it. Most of the time, sea glass is foggy. It is definitely smooth, being tumbled in the ocean among rocks and sand. It’s certainly been through a lot to look the way it does. Think about color too, and how this could impact any correspondences–is it blue, green, brown, white, clear? What does it make you think of when you hold it?
Some uses I can think of:
Foggy sea glass:
a curse to interfere with the target’s ability to think clearly.
a glamour that masks your intentions, or certain physical characteristics that you want to keep hidden.
A flick of dirt hit your back. You swiped it away and turned to see Daryl with a shovel in his hand, digging in the garden next to you.
“Hey, watch where you toss that stuff.” You playfully throw a handful back at him.
“My bad, my bad.” Daryl holds up his hands in defeat.
“What are you doing here anyway?” You ask. “Aren’t you normally in the woods? Hunting squirrels for your signature redneck soup?”
“You use that word like its an insult.” Daryl smiled back at you.
Your eyes look over his biceps and you let out a small noise of approval, audible only to yourself. That man looks mighty fine right now. You stand up and move closer towards him, right behind him in fact, as he kneels in the dirt.
“What are you planting?” You try and put your face as close to his as possible.
“Tomatoes I think.” Daryl does not respond to your advance.
You reach over and grab his hand, pushing downward.
“Tomatoes need those wire thingies.” You smile at him.
“Wire thingies?” He turns his head around, your faces centimeters apart. “Is that the technical term?”
You laugh a little and move even closer towards him. His lips look so inviting and you lick yours in anticipation. You’ve been watching him the last few months and are certain there is an obvious attraction. His presence at the garden proves it, you don’t normally work here and neither does he. Daryl has to be trailing your work schedule.
Summary: Being on the run was always hard, but being on the run while the dead walk the earth, was even harder. Melinda and her daughter have been running for what it seems like forever. They’ve been running from a psychopath that would slaughter anyone in his path to have them back.
One day, they finally manage to escape his grabs. Melinda try’s to build a life for her and her daughter, while being on the road alone. A life that is short lived when they run into a man that wields a baseball bat, cover in barbwire. A man that is know as Negan, the leader of The Saviors.
Will Negan be another psychopath that Melinda and her daughter have to escape from? Will Negan be the savior he claims to be and aid them? Only time would till, if Negan is an angel or another devil in disguise.
I always hated this part. I plunge the knife into my side, twisting it around as it went in deep. I took a deep breath as I pulled the knife out. I reach in and took a hold of the tracker. I pulled it out and stay it on the floor, I would smash it, but he would know soon as I did.
I grabbed my lighter and heated up my knife, till it was red hot. I put it to my opened wound, causing myself to let out silent groans. I took deep breaths as I kept it there till the wound was seal shut.
I got some water and cleaned it off and patch myself up. I took off my blooding clothes and put fresh ones on. I went to my daughter’s room and got her up. We packed two duffel bags with our clothes and some of our personal belongings. The backpack I was carrying, I put in all the food, drinks, and weapons. We slowing made our way pass the bathroom, where he was in taking a shower.
We headed up the steps and pass the traps he set up, the traps that were met to keep us in. We got to the top floor and went to the straight to the front door he had a keypad lock on. I use my knife to pop the cover off and started messing with the wires. I was able to get the door opened and we headed out to into the night.
It was dark and cloudy, then the moon begin to shine bright causing the night to lit up. I don’t know who to thank, the gods or nature for aiding us in our gateway.
But either one, I thank them all. The moonlight allowed us to see where we were going. So we were able to avoid the traps he had set for both the living and the dead. We slowing made our way through and got to the clearing that he hadn’t yet set up traps at.
Before we could take another step, I started hearing twigs snapping from behind us. It wasn’t from a walker, it was from him. We both started running through the clearing and into the next set of trees.
“Run baby. Run.” I yelled as I kept pushing me and my daughter to keep going.
“Mommy I can’t. My feet are tired.” She said to me as she started slowing down.
“No baby.” I said, pushing her from behind. “We can’t slow down now. I need you to keep going baby.”
“But mommy.” She said as she tripped over a log and we both went down. “Mommy. Mommy.” She started to cry as she laid on the ground.
I dropped the duffel bags and scooped her up in my arms. I took off running as fast as I could. I kept wanting to slow down every time I felt my legs burning and when my breathing got heavier, but I knew I couldn’t. I knew the road was just up ahead and maybe, just maybe I can find someone or something to help us.
“MELINDA!” I can hear him yelling for me as he quicken his pace. “MELINDA! STOP NOW!”
“Mommy he’s coming.” She said as we reach the road, that was a four intersection. “Mommy.”
“I know baby. I know” I said, looking around to see which way to go. I looked down the road and spotted a car. “There.”
I took off running down the road and got to the car. I sat her down as I picked the lock to the door. I got it open and put her inside, and got in. I locked the doors and started pulling the wires out to hot wire the car.
“Melinda!” He yelled as he started trying to get the doors open. “Open the fucken door now!”
“Mommy.” She said as she started to cry. “Mommy”
“It’s going to okay baby. Just close your eyes and cover your ears.” I said as I kept working on the wires.
“Sweetie look at daddy. Please don’t cry, okay sweetie? I’m not mad so don’t be scare of daddy.” He said, trying his best to calm down. “I just want to talk to mommy, that’s all sweetheart. So open the door for daddy so I can talk to mommy. Alright sweetie? Just unlock the door and we can all go back home.”
“No!” She yelled “Your going to hurt mommy again.”
“Sweetie I love mommy and I would never hurt her on purpose. What I do to mommy is to help her. You both need to see that sweetheart. I’m helping mommy evolve into someone like me. Just like I’m going to help you evolve to someone like me.” He said smiling.
“You will not fucken touch her!” I yelled as I grabbed her and shoved down between the dashboard and the front seat. “Stay down and cover your ears baby.” She cover her ears as I kept trying to get the wires to connect. “Come on. Come on.”
“Your not leaving me again!” He yelled as he started trying to break the glass. “You hear me! You chose me Melinda! You chose me!” The glass started to crack. “We have something special and you can’t deny that Melinda! You are mine!”
The CD player came on as I mess with the wires. I turned the music up full blast and started messing with the wires again. The music drowned out his yelling but also draw walkers to us. I could see a few coming out of the woods as he backed away and took his knife out. He started killing the walkers as I kept working on the wires.
“Got it!” I said, as the wires connected and the car started. “Hold on baby!” I turned off the music and stepped on the gas.
I looked in the review mirror and I can see him running after the car for a bit, but he gave up and stood in the road.
“MELINDA! YOU CAN’T DENY US! WE HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL! YOU KNOW THAT! I WILL FIND YOU! YOU HEAR ME! I WILL FIND YOU! He yelled as we took off down the road.
Few Weeks Later….
“Mommy look what I found.” She said and I turned around to see her riding a scooter around the storage unit place we found. “Now I can keep up with you mommy.”
“That’s good baby. Here’s a helmet.” I said, as she stopped and I put it on here. “Safety first.”
“Mommy.” She said looking up at me. “Is daddy going to find us again?” I kneel down a front of her. “Like he always does?”
“No baby” I said, smiling as I touch her face. “Mommy took the tracker out so daddy can’t find us. Come here.” I pulled her close and gave her a tight hug. “Daddy won’t find us as long as we stay on the move okay? We just need to keep moving.”
“Okay mommy.” She said, hugging me tight.
“What do we fucken have here boys?” A man said in the distance.
I moved us both up against the storage unit and looked down the row.
I saw a group of men standing by trucks, just outside of the gate. One of the men stood out from the rest, he had to be their leader. He was a older man, salt and pepper bread, average size and tall. He was wearing a leather jacket and had a baseball bat cover in bare wire.
“Looks like we fucken hit the mother fucken jackpot today.” He said, smiling as he place the bat on his shoulders. “Will boys, don’t just fucken stand there with your fucken dicks in your hands. Get your asses in there and collect my shit.”
Almost twenty or so men came in through the gate, all with guns on them. They started splitting up as they went down the rows of the units. The man with the bat started whistling as him and another man slowing made their way towards us.
"Mommy.“ She said looking up at me. “What are we going to do?”
"Come on.” I said taking the scooter and closing it up, then handing it back to her. I picked up and put her in my shoulders. “Climb baby.”
She put the scooter on top of the unit and grabbed the edge of it. She started climbing and got on top the the storage unit. I moved back and ran towards the unit. I used one foot to push me up higher so I can grab the edge of the unit. I pulled myself up and single her to stay low and quite.
We could hear the men searching the units around us. I heard whistling coming down the row we were at, it had to be the man with the bat. The men were talking about they found and they couldn’t wait to use their points for the stuff. Points?
The whistling started fading as they moved away from us. We stayed there, waiting for them to leave, so we could take off. Then I heard snarling coming from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and I see a walker making it’s way towards me. How in the hell did it get up here? Why would it even be up here?
I put my leg up and shoved my foot into it’s chest. I use my foot to help lower it closer to me as I grabbed my knife out. I stabbed it in the head and it started going over. I tried to grab it before it fell over, but it was too late. It hit the ground with a loud thud.
"What the fuck?“ Recognized the voice, it was the man with the bat. “Did you guys hear that shit?”
I can hear several footsteps coming back to where we were at. I mouth to her “stay quite” and she nodded.
"Well this wasn’t here before.” I heard another man’s voice said.
“The poor sucker probably was up there waiting and dead. It must had fall off when it heard us and hit it’s head on the fall.” Another man said.
“Really Travis?” I heard the second man. “Because this looks like a knife to the head.”
“That is why we fucken call you D, short for dumbass.” The man with the bat said, laughing. “Now, with that said.” I heard him clear his throat. “We know your fucken up there, so won’t you get your fucken asses down here now and you won’t get hurt.”
She looked at me and I mouth “it’s going to be okay”. She nodded as she reach for my hands, gripping it tight.
“Come on now. Don’t make me send my fucken right hand man Simon here, to get up there and fucken throw you off.” I heard him say.
I looked at her and mouth to her, “on the count of three, run”. She nodded as she started tearing up.
“Last fucken chance. Come down now” I heard him said as he started banging his bat against the storage door. “No? Okay then. Simon.”
“On it boss.” Simon said. I can hear him trying to climb up the storage unit.
We both looked at each other as I mouth, “One, two, three.”
We both got up, right as Simon got his hands on the edge of the storage unit. We turned and took of running the opposite way.
“There they fucken go.” I heard the man with the bat said. “Simon get your fucken ass down. Men, go get them now.” I picked her up as I picked up speed, ready to jump the gap to the other storage unit. I push myself as much as I could and I jump for it and landing on the next storage unit. “You guys see that fucken shit? Some fucken Matrix shit right there.”
I kept running with her to the other side of the unit and I jumped down off of it. I sat her down and we started running for the gate that was near a treeline. A few men cut us off and we started running back. We kept zigzagging between the units, trying to find away out. But it was no good, we were out number.
“Would you guys fucken look at this? A fucken mom and her kid.” I turned to the voice and saw the man the the bat. His lower his bat as a smile formed on his face. “Fucken A. You are absolutely fucken gorgeous doll.”
“Mommy.” She said, hold onto my leg.
“Close your eyes baby.” I said, taking out my two large hunting knives.“Whatever you do. Don’t peak.” I spun the knives in my hand and took a firm grip as I took my stance. “Who’s first in line to get fucked up?”
“Wow. Someone has fucken balls.” He said, smiling as he stepped back from us.
“Don’t fucken worry doll, we aren’t going to fucken hurt you and the little princess over there.” He said, waving his hand and his men backed away.
“But I fucken got to say, you got me fucken curious about you, doll.You got twenty three fucken men, with guns, surrounding you two. You should be scared fucken shitless right now. I mean really fucken scared, doll. People are normally fucken scared when they are outnumber.” He said, stepping closer to me.
“They are sure as hell, scared as fucken shit when they fucken see me coming. But you doll” He said, leaning his face closer to mine. “You don’t got one once of fucken fear in your eyes.That tells me one fucken thing, you don’t scare easy.”
“You think your scary?” I said, with a low laugh. “O boy, I’ve seen scary.” I narrow my eyes at him as I slowing nodded my head. “And you, you don’t have his smile.”
“Is that fucken right doll?” He said, smiling more. “Fearless, gorgeous and I fucken shit talker. I got to fucken say, I love that in a fucken woman. Won’t you and princess fucken come back with us? What do you fucken say doll? You in?”
“I think you should…” I was cut off when I saw movement coming up from behind him and his men. “Fuck me”
“Will doll” He said, laughing “We just fucken met but I’m all fucken for it. Simon, fucken babysit princess for us.”
“No" I said, shaking my head and pointing behind him. “I mean fuck me.”
“Fuck me.” I heard Simon said as step next to me. “Boss, you may want to look.”
He turned and saw what we saw. A herd of walkers coming out far storage units. They started making their way down the row that we were in.
omfg !! Maybe like, barry and you are in the coffee shop and he is so flustered to tell u he likes u but every time he is about to say it out loud, friends and others keep interrupting him, to say hi to you, ask how your are blah blah and he gets all sulky, and impatient, maybe the ending he accidentally shouts it out, idk lmao :P xx
This was so adorable omg. No Interruptions
Walking into Jitters your plan had been to grab your usual and sit in silence before heading to work, that was until you saw Barry settling into a booth all alone across the shop. After ordering your coffee you made your way to him, immediately scooting in next to him. “Morning stranger.” You stated simply, leaning your head in his shoulder. Barry smiled, huffing out a nervous laugh at your sudden closeness. Not that he minded, just caught off guard. “Hey, you. What’s my favorite lady doing here this early?” He asked softly, eyes never leaving your face. Sitting up you held your coffee up before bringing it to your lips. “Can’t start the day without caffeine.” You smiled softly as you took a large sip of your drink.
Barry nodded, his eyes still locked on you but with a glaze over them now, the usual bright green seeming more deep today somehow. “You okay, Barr?” Your question snapped him out of his trance, his eyes falling to the table now as he stuttered. “I uh, yeah I’m good, I’m great.” He smiled back at you briefly before something in him finally shifted. “Actually, uhm.. Y/N I need to get something off my chest, if that’s okay..?” His words came out slowly, almost forced. As he spoke your brows furrowed and you turned more to face him. “Of course, always. What’s up?” Placing your hand gently on his arm flustered him, and it made you giggle a bit right as you heard your names called from a few feet away.
HR made his way over, coffee in hand and dorky smile across his lips as always. Both of you smiled at him, Barry’s a bit more fake though. For a few minutes he rambled about this and that and everything else. Finally Barry shot him a pointed look and he took that as a shooing, bowing playfully before leaving your booth. “Back to.. what I was trying to say?” Barry’s voice came out soft and somewhat shy, and it caught your attention immediately. He searched your eyes as if the words he was looking for were in there somewhere, floating just past your pupils. “Is everything okay? Are you alright?” The worry in your voice warmed his heart, and he rested his hands over yours gently with a smile. “I’m fine, just.. been thinking a lot, about how close we are, and–”
“Hey, you guys!” From behind you Wally’s familiar voice echoed into your ears, cutting Barry off mid sentence. Turning you saw him make his way to you with Joe closely following. Clenching his jaw, the slender speedster held his lips in a tight line that barely resembled a smile, watching annoyedly as the pair sat down across from the two of you. “Everyone needs their morning coffee, right?” Joe joked, laughing a bit before noticing Barry’s expression and rigid body language. Wally of course was oblivious, beginning to ramble about how fun it had been to show that meta who’s boss last night. After a few more moments of staring Joe finally caught the hint that they were interrupting something, nudging Wally as he stood. “I just remembered I need to be at CCPD early, for uh, paperwork and stuff. Come on Wally.” He grabbed his son’s shirt sleeve and tugged it with an urgency that the boy didn’t understand, but still picked up on.
You offered a small wave as they left hastily, before turning back to Barry who was now relaxed and grinning at you. “Where even was I?” He asked coyly as he scratched his chin. A matching smile spread onto your lips as you set your coffee down. “About.. us?” You replied softly, the way your eyes met his making Barry a bit more nervous now. “Right, yeah about uh.. how close we are, how close I feel to you. I’m, uhm.” He paused, glancing down before back up to you. “Y/N, I’m –” Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, Cisco strolled up and playfully leaned against your table with his head resting on his palms. “Hellooooo, how are we–” “Ohh my God, no, not again, no more!” Barry shouted over his friend, making both of your eyes go wide in surprise. “Barry, what are–” Before you could finish you were sped off, away from Jitters and Central City all together. You found yourself just outside Star City, on the pier surrounded by nothing but the sounds of the water hitting the shore.
Turning back to Barry you furrowed your eyebrows. “What was that about?” You asked, voice coming off more hasty than you’d meant it to. The slender brunette simply huffed out an exasperated and annoyed sigh. “I’ve been trying to get this out all morning, and everyone kept butting it or stealing your attention and I just..” He paused, eyes landing on yours finally after he caught his breath. Without uttering another syllable he took two long strides to you and captured your face in his hands, and your lips against his own. The moment his hands touched your skin you melted, like all the electricity inside his veins shot through you and made every piece of your internal wiring just turn to mush. His lips felt like perfectly molded matches to yours, and you could feel the emotion he was pouring into it.
When he finally pulled away your eyes stayed closed for a few moments, bringing a familiar chuckle from him to your ears. “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks..” he whispered, leaning back in to kiss you again before your eyes ever opened. For a few minutes you two just stood there kissing, before you pulled back again to respond to him. “Barry, I–” Cut off again, this time by the loud whizzing of a zip line. Seconds later the Green Arrow stood before the two of you. Immediately you jumped back but Barry didn’t move a muscle, he only groaned and grimaced. “Enough interruptions! Oliver, we’re fine everyone is fine we’ve been doing great we miss you too we’ll get together soon, tell Felicity and John hi, buh-bye.” Barry sputtered out rapidly, clutching you to him and speeding off past the other man. Now you found yourself back in Central City, feet planted in your living room.
Barry had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, forehead pressed to yours lovingly. “I want you to be mine.” He blurted, squeezing you a bit. A wide smile painted itself over your lips and you giggled, enveloping him in a tight hug with a happy sigh from the both of you. “I’m all yours, Barr. Always have been.” You muttered, causing him to pull back and stare down at you with bright, excited eyes. “You mean it? I get you all to myself, no more interruptions?” He nudged you playfully, the smirk on his lips bringing butterflies to your stomach. “No more interruptions.” You repeated back to him. Again his face lit up and he pressed his lips to yours once again, this time keeping them there throughout the rest of the evening. Which was spent together, uninterrupted. //