#Final Clean Up Bakersfield

[nevadancitizen]

-> CH. 1: THE PETRICHOR OF DUST-STORMS

synopsis: you and logan take on both the weather of the divide and three unsuspecting ghosts.

word count: 1.6k

ships: Keegan Russ/Reader, Ghosts team & Reader

notes: if anyone would like for me to start a taglist, feel free to ask ♪ (also there is a teaser/prologue, so read that before reading this! otherwise you'll probably be confused lol)

WHY DOES EVIL WEAR A FACE SO FAMILIAR? MASTERLIST

Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that humans, at their cores, are little more than untamed beasts – some more wild than others. 

When you and Logan were separated, each put in isolation so that the torturers could begin their work on you, you both were reduced to primal instincts. Higher motor functions were a waste. Both you and Logan’s amygdalas were cranked into overdrive, overpowering any other brain function and making you both aggressive animals – ones that bite and snarl and bleed.

Rorke was the one to make you both kneel, to push on the backs of you and Logan’s necks and threaten you both with collars. The Federation broke you both, and Rorke built you back up in his very own image. That image is neither clean nor godly, but it’s his image nonetheless.

He molded you both into beasts of anger – anger towards the Ghosts. You want to take from them what they took from you, from Logan: a chance at a normal life. In this life, you want them to suffer. You want all of them to die in fear and in pain. You want to have your revenge. Against Elias – against Keegan. You want to call it your own, to make your anger god’s anger. You want to watch through the iron sights of your pistol as they cower like dumb animals.

You want to be the one to deliver the killing blow. The chance to kill Elias was taken from you, and you won’t miss such an opportunity with Keegan. 

The man is always on your mind, like how Elias plagued Rorke, how Hesh plagues Logan. And your obsessive thoughts have borne a speculation – the gaping wound cut into the earth must be hiding him. This was only further confirmed by information the Federation was able to acquire and decode. Three of the Ghosts are heading out for Death Valley.

When the Federation invaded Texas, they worked their way up Route 45 until they reached Dallas. They took Fort Worth, a city just barely to the west of Dallas, and marched along US-20 until it merged with US-10 and onward. They followed the highways, taking Las Cruces, New Mexico, Tucson and Phoenix in Arizona, and finally ending when they secured Los Angeles, California (but only with reinforcements from Tijuana, because LA didn’t go down without a fight). 

But Death Valley, that blight upon California, remains relatively untouched. Every now and again, it becomes a demon’s home and is renamed to “The Divide.” Terrible storms, containing both sand and lightning but no rain, rip entire companies apart. But those companies are ordinary soldiers – the Ghosts are not ordinary soldiers. Neither are the Ghost hunters. 

And so, with the recent acquisition of Bakersfield, California, it only makes sense that the Ghosts would be on the frontline near Death Valley. 

The tops of Dante’s View Peak provide some refuge from the heat trapped in the lower parts of the dried-up basin. It’s the middle of September, so the temperatures up here are in the mid-eighties. You’re just glad you’re not in the actual valley – it’s over a hundred down there. 

From up here, you can easily see over Badwater, and all the way out over to its adjacent basin. Heat haze obscures your vision, but with your binoculars, you can easily see as three figures move by the east shore of the basin, some distance away from Badwater Road. They’re dressed lightly, with loose-fitting but all-covering clothing. Keffiyehs cover their heads and most of their faces. Their packs look heavy, adorned with military-type gear and automatic rifles slung across their chests. A few yards away is a doorless Jeep, supposedly their way of coming into the valley.

You take your binoculars away from your face. “Looks like… four klicks out.”

Logan grunts, gesturing for the binoculars. You hand them over, and he brings them up to his eyes. He adjusts the focus wheel and finds the men through the lenses. 

SEE, Logan signs. THREE?

“Yeah,” you say. “I didn’t see anyone else. And I doubt the valley could hide another man from me.”

Logan shifts how he’s kneeling as he takes the binoculars away from his face, crushing locoweed beneath his boot. You find yourself faintly wondering if watering them with blood would throw off their blooming season, given how little water they’re used to. You find yourself not really caring. 

Instead, you take off your pack and lay it on the ground. Once you’ve double-checked everything, you start to assemble the Lynx sniper rifle you’ve been carrying for the entirety of this assignment. Once you affix the suppressor, you prop up the bipod close to the edge of the lookout. 

You lay on your stomach and set the recoil pad against your inner shoulder, trying to ignore the rocks digging into your front. When you look through the scope, all you see is the pseudo-barren sands of the valley. You feel Logan pull on the material of your shirt, prompting you to aim a little more left. 

You see the men’s feet first, then you move so you can see their entire bodies. They’re talking, gesturing at the water in the basin – possibly arguing whether the water is worth the risk of drinking. You wouldn’t be surprised, given the weather. 

You click your radio on. “This is Resol-Dos. We’ve found the suspected trio. Requesting permission to engage.”

“Nice of you to finally fuckin’ check in, kid,” Rorke’s voice comes through the radio and into your earpiece. “Permission granted.”

“Firing. Standby,” you say, your voice flat. You put your finger back in the pistol grip and breathe in, then out. 

You squeeze the trigger, and the bullet rips through the leftmost man’s throat, spraying his companions with blood. He clutches at his neck as he’s thrown backwards. The other two men react immediately, grabbing their guns and looking for the source of the crack of gunfire.

You don’t give them the time to find you. Another bullet is fired, and digs into the man in the middle, finding a home in his chest. You fire another round, and he collapses. 

The last man standing fires aimlessly, hoping to hit something. He’s panicking (righteously so), and he’s swiveling his head around as he tries to find the glint of your scope. You fire, and he stumbles back, clutching his gut as he continues firing. You silence him with a bullet to the chest.

You pull away from the scope after a second and click your radio on. “Suspected trio has just been taken down. Requesting permission to confirm kills.”

Rorke’s voice comes through the radio and into your earpiece again. “Yeah, go ahead.”

You sit up and start disassembling the rifle. “Check your guns. We’re going down to check the bodies.”

Logan pulls the clip out of his Bizon and confirms that there’s no issues as you pack up. The only evidence both of you leave behind are crushed flowers and five spent bullet casings. 

It’s an hour-long hike down to the Badwater bodies. They haven’t moved, which… is to be expected. All three of them are laying in a mass puddle of blood. 

“Go check the Jeep,” you tell Logan. “I’m gonna check the bodies.”

You kneel by the leftmost man. His blood is clotted, but still stains his keffiyeh from when the wound was fresh. You pull the fabric down. You grab his chin and move his face side-to-side. You don’t recognize him. 

You stand and check the other bodies. You don’t recognize any of them. 

“Logan,” you call. “Come check these.”

Logan grunts and moves over, his eyes flitting over the dead men’s faces. He shakes his head.

“Fucking seriously?” You mumble under your breath. You click your radio on. “Bodies are not Ghosts. Repeat, no Ghosts have been eliminated.”

“The info was bad?!” Rorke shouts, peaking the audio. “Christ! Someone’s gonna get their ass handed to ‘em. Take pictures and get back to base.”

“Understood.” You click your radio off. “Lo, find the car keys. Rorke says to take pictures.”

Logan kneels and begins rifling through the men’s pockets and packs as you pull out a compact camera. You line up the shot and take a few pictures – one of the corpses, one of each of the men’s faces, and one of their packs and their gear. 

After a minute, Logan holds up a ring of car keys, jingling them. You hum in response, pocketing your camera before heading for the Jeep. He hops in the driver’s seat while you get in the passenger’s side, setting your pack at your feet. 

You set your foot on the edge of the Jeep where the door would normally be and check behind you. Logan starts the car and puts it in drive as you continue looking.

He taps your arm, then draws two fingers across your skin, silently asking what’s wrong. You sigh. “Just checking we’re not being followed. It’s a wide-open valley, after all. And those gunshots would’ve been heard by anyone around.”

Logan takes a deep breath and rests his hand on the steering wheel again. He manages to creak out, “Storm.”

“Yeah. I can smell it, too,” you say. You adjust yourself so that you’re sitting in your seat properly, facing ahead. “Make tracks. We have a mole to find.”

Something’s on the horizon. It’s not just the ozone of the storm you can smell – something’s going to happen. Something big… something bigger and more terrible than the storms of The Divide.

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Bad Days: Herman Kozik x Reader (feat: Alexander 'Tig' Trager)

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Kozik is on a run to Bakersfield when he finally picks up the messages. When he pulls into the rest stop and checks his phone, he sees seven missed calls. Five from his brother and two from a number he doesn’t recognise. When he listens to his voicemail his heart freezes in his chest, it feels like he can’t fucking breath because he’s taken back to that place six months ago when you held his hand and told him you had cancer, he swore he felt his spirit leave his body in that moment and he has the same feeling again as he stands beside his bike listening to a message from the hospital up in Sonora.

He can’t vocalise what’s happening, but his distress is evident. It’s Tig that takes the phone from his hand, Kozik looks at him with agonising fucking eyes as he listens to the messages one after the other. Jax is the one that tells him to go, when Tig informs him of what’s going on. They’ll make the run without him.

When he gets to the hospital, he’s frantic, his brother meets him at the entrance and explains that what happened. He’d found you unconscious in the kitchen, blood streaming form a gash in your head when he’d returned from grocery shopping.

Kozik knows what’s happened, it’s day three after your most recent and hopefully last round of chemo. The worst fucking day because it’s when all the side effects hit. Nate was supposed to stay in with you, make sure you didn’t overexert yourself, because his girl, even cancer can’t keep her down. You’re a law unto yourself.

It turns into a fight, one where Nate tells him to go fuck himself, because he didn’t sign up to put his life on hold to take care of you every time Kozik decides to take off with his motorcycle club because he can’t handle being around you. Kozik doesn’t correct him, he doesn’t tell him that the reason he’s not home as much as he wants to be is because he’s earning to pay your medical bills, so they’re not hanging over your fucking head when you’re trying to recuperate. He wants you to have access to the best care you can, because he wants you to survive this, because he can’t imagine a life without you. He should be there, he fucking knows he should, he wants to be, but he needs to provide too.

It's late when Tig shows up, Kozik doesn’t expect it. Things have been fraught between the two of them since Missy, it’s been the reason Tig won’t let him patch in despite the fact he fucking needs to in order to stay in the area, in order to be with you.

“How is she?” He asks quietly as Kozik looks up from his clasped hands. His gaze strays to you, bandage over your left temple from where you hit the corner of the table on your way down. You’ve been in a deep sleep over the past couple of hours, a side effect of the poison that’s running through your system.

“Concussed.” Kozik tells him. “They’re keeping her in for observation, the chemo, it can complicate things. They wanna make sure she’s doing ok before they release her.”

“How bad?” Tig asks softly.

Kozik shakes his head, his eyes fucking burning because this is the first time, he’s talked to anyone but Nate about any of this. No one in the club knows his reality, he tries to keep his two worlds separate, he doesn’t want the shit he does to taint you, to ruin the relationship the two of you have.

“They caught it early.” He tells the other man. “She had an op a couple of months ago, the chemotherapy is just to clean up anything that’s left over. The problem is it makes her so fucking sick, and she hates it, she tries to do the stuff she’s used to doing and I’m not there to stop her.”

“Alright…” Tig says, clasping Kozik’s shoulder tightly. For a moment there’s a flash of what they used to be, brothers in arms, comrades, someone the other could rely on. “Do you need to take some time?”

Kozik swallows hard against the well of emotion in his chest. He doesn’t know what the fuck he should do right now. He needs to be here; he needs to earn. He’s torn between the two because either choice means he’s failing you in some way. He runs his hands over his face.

“I don’t know what the fuck I need right now.” He says honestly.

“O.K.” Tig says, reaching into his jacket and withdrawing an envelop before handing it to Kozik. “Your cut from today.”

Kozik’s eyebrows furrow as he feels the weight of the cash hidden within the confines of the paper.

“But I didn’t make the run.”

Tig shrugs his shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter. Just take a couple of days and spend some time with your girl, I’ll square it with Jax.”

“It’s your take, isn’t it?” he tries to shove it back into Tig’s hands but the other man steps back holding his palms up to prevent it. “I can’t…”

“Yea, you can.” Tig asserts forcefully before gesturing at the bed. “Your girl needs you and you don’t need to worry about the medical bills hanging over your head.”

Kozik looks back at you.

The woman he loves, the woman who needs him. His beautiful, strong girl whose doing her best to kick cancer’s ass, even if it means she’s doing most of the work on her own.

“Thank you, brother.” Kozik says, it comes out fractured, his voice breaking as he uses the back of his hand to wipe at the moisture from underneath his eyes.  “You have no idea how much this means to me, to the both of us.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

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More Rodeo AU!

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Ok, so you may have been bucked off your horse. No big deal. Happens to the best of ‘em. Just last week Sun got his ass bucked by that dappled mare. Perfectly normal, average thing to happen. Everything is fine. Didn’t matter that you’d been on a long ride to Bakersfield and that you were miles from anything and the darkening of the sky wasn’t because of the late hour. 

Fine, fine, everything is fine. Fritter knew his own way home. Horses. Stupid flighty disasters. Daisy wasn’t even here, so it was just you you needed to worry about. Hopefully the coming rain would keep the racoons and possums away from the chickens and the sheep could get back in the barn and survive one rainy night with the doors open. There might be some extra clean up tomorrow if the wind got bad but everyone should be fine. Fritter would probably be stopped and led to a farm anyway, the saddle has tags on it.

So you pick up your feet and head in the direction of the road, leg still aching from the break and not used to walking again. County Z is somewhere off to the east, find that and you take it almost all the way home. You might have been cutting through tractor roads and fence rows with Fritter but the road would be safer than the badger hole sage land. 

“Well feet, start walking.” and you set off into the gloom. 

Damn. You’d been walking for a while. You almost wish Daisy was here after all. Just for the company. It was getting darker and darker on the horizon, the rain much too still. It would start pouring any minute. The afternoon sun undercut by the clouds. The wind picked up suddenly, nearly taking your wide brimmed hat off your head.

“Just keep walking. Little rain never hurt anyone.”

You keep walking down the road, holding your hat down occasionally even with its string pulled tight against your chin the wind threatens to snatch it away. The wind pulls harshly at your clothes, noticeably colder than the rest of the air. There's a crack of thunder and all at once the sky breaks above you, and it pours.

The rain is cold. And you're soaked through within moments. The rain is so heavy and the wind blows so harshly that it's hard to see. The rain stabs and stings as you're pelted. It feels like the wind is going to knock you off your feet. 

You know you should stop, but the rain isn't letting up and probably won't any time soon. The ground can't soak the water up fast enough. In some spots the water swallows up your ankles and splashes up past your knees.

It's a miserable time. You stumble into the ditch more than once, barely able to see, but pretty sure you're still on the road. Whether you're going the right way anymore is something else entirely. You finally come to a crop of trees and decide to stop. It's not like you're actually getting anywhere. You really really hope someone picked up Fritter and that he didn't get himself in a badger hole.

You sit on the muddy ground to rest, it's not like your clothes can get much worse off. You're wet and surprisingly cold. Leaning against the scratching bark of the osage orange isn't nice but it's slightly better than slogging through the torrent of rain and mud. You know you should keep moving bad there's no telling how far you have to go or how turned around you got in the rain. You tuck your chin and bundle yourself up as much as you can. Certainly closing your eyes to rest and wait for clearer skies won't hurt.

When you open your eyes it's daylight. Your still wet and uncomfortable but your burning up. You stumble up to stand besides the tree. It's not raining anymore. Everything shines, sunlight reflecting off all the water. You need to get home.

Once back on the road you start to shuffle your way home. Sore and aching from sleeping outside in the rain. Your pace hasn't really quickened now that the rain has stopped and you've still got work to do when you get home. 

You walk and walk until you realize that the road youre on isn't County Z. You don't know where you are. As you're looking around, trying to get your bearings the rumbling of a car distracts your foggy mind. The sheriff's car is coming down the road. 

The lights come on and then he's stopping right beside your soaked form. He leans over to roll over the window down.

"Kid, do you have any idea what a fuss you've caused?!"

"Fuss?" 

"Those two idiots found your dumb horse out in the rain and practically demanded I call in the national guard to look for you! I told em that damn dunderheaded horse probably just got out after a ride. They've been looking for you all night and day! Do you have any idea- hey, hey kid are you alright?"

You sway a bit. Everything is hazy.

"Ya know sheriff, I don't feel so good."

"Were you out in the damn rain all night? What happened?"

"Fritter bucked me."

"Shit." He puts the car in park and comes around the side. The next thing you know you're off down the road in the back seat of the cruiser. 

You think you'll learn your head on the window for a moment and the next thing you know you're waking up in front of your house. You blink slowly and try to open the door but it's pulling away from you. 

"Do you have any idea how terrifying it was to find your horse on his own and then come to you gone and everything is disarray?"

Moon is inches from your face, he's got you by the shoulders and he's crouching on the ground.

"You took your eyebrows off." 

He huffs before he takes you out of the car, hoisting you up in his arms. The sheriff is following you into the house.

"Alright boys, we got 'em, so if you think you've got this, then I'm going back to the station and call my deputy back."

"We've got it from here sheriff."

"What?!" The call comes from further in the house. "The sheriff can't go back until we-" Sun rounds the corner. "Oh! Short stack, thank god! Where were you what happened? Fritter was all alone trying to get back in the paddock."

You blink slowly at the yellow animatronic. Your moving kind of slow right now, not entirely sure what's going on. You are sure of one thing though.

"I'm not short. Why do you have your eyebrows on and he doesn't?" When you go to point at Moon you end up slapping him in the face. 

"I think it's a fever. Seems they spent all night out in the rain. They were a little out of it when I picked them up too." You hear the sheriff's voice.

"When did  sheriff McElroy get here?"

"We've got it from here sheriff, is there anything you need from us?" Sun is ushering the sheriff out as Moon brings you further in the house.

"No no, I'm sure I'll see you all around town. You take good care of them."

"Come on darling," Moon jostles you higher in his grasp "time for a bath." You start whining and kicking.

Moon drops you in your room after taking your boots, telling you to get some pajamas. You give him your hat too but it's not on your head or hanging off your back, it seems you've lost it on your little adventure. 

Moon comes back and takes you to the bathroom. He's drawn a bath and laid out towels. The air is thick and warm, you get distracted watching the steam curl in the air.

"Do not fall asleep in here. Do you understand?"

You nod your head and he holds your shoulders for a moment longer before slipping out the door.

The water is warm, so warm it makes your toes feel like they're freezing. It burns as you lower yourself into the steaming water but once you're in the bath is like heaven. You wash yourself as best you can, trying to continue to move to stay awake in the too warm bath. 

Getting out draws attention to your aching muscles. Your teeth chatter as you dry and dress. Once done you leave your bathroom and find Moon standing guard.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you don't fall asleep and drown?" 

"Most drownings are silent."

"Why do you know that?"

"I dunno."

"Okay darling let's get you fed and into bed, you can hopefully sleep off this fever." Before you can say anything else Moon has scooped you up and is carrying you downstairs.

"You're still not wearing your eyebrows." You gripe at him.

"Why the preoccupation?"

"I've tried giving you gifts and those are the only one you've liked." You're falling asleep in his arms. You think he's talking to you. Everything is too warm but your shivering and your head is fuzzy, so you just wrap your arms around his neck.

The next several minutes are a blur of too warm hands and conversation you can't follow. You eat soup even though it tastes funny, sour on the edges and does nothing to soothe the ache in your throat. But someone is insisting you eat and even when you push the food away it's brought back to your lips by hands not your own. So you eat and drink ginger ale and nibble on crackers. You're much warmer now and so tired, you start to nod off at the table.

You get bundled up again and brought up stairs. You could tell that much at least. It had been so long since anyone had carried you anywhere. You hold the person carrying you tighter, mumbling, trying to apologize. If dad's carrying you upstairs you must've stayed out really late. You try to apologize for losing track of time again as he lays you down. He must be mad, you've fallen asleep in the barn before, he doesn't like it. But he smoothes your hair down, pulling your covers up before he leaves. You hope he's not too mad at you.

When you wake up its well past noon. Which is not good. You throw the blankets off and try to rush downstairs but dizziness and an uneasy stomach cause you to stumble and sit back down on the bed.

Your head hurts and your joints are aching. You remember sitting down to rest and the sheriff's car but after that everything is fuzzy. You remember bathing but not much else. You wonder how you managed to not hurt yourself in your fevered state. It doesn't really matter, you have work to do.

You make it halfway down the hallway before you hear the clattering downstairs. At first your frightened of someone in the house with you in this state but then you realize it must be uncle Ollie or Norma Gene who took care of you and they're still here. Then someone is stomping their way up the stairs.

"Oh darling, you're awake!" Moon is the one that appears on the landing. "Come on, our Sunny boy is making breakfast." He picks you up without waiting for a response, your head swims a little.

"What are you doing here?"

"Yeah, you had quite the fever yesterday. What do you remember?"

"Sheriff's car, I took a bath, not much else."

"What about before?"

"Oh, Fritter bucked me on the way back from Bakersfield. Then it started storming."

"Sheriff said he found you walking north on W." The wrong way. Like the completely wrong way. 

"I must've gotten more turned around in the storm than I thought." Maybe you had been walking for longer too. In the dark in the rain you hadn't known for sure what road you'd ended up on. Moon sets you down at the kitchen table. Daisy comes up and shoves her face in your lap, whole body moving with the force of her wagging tail. "Oh hey girl, don't worry I'm alright."

"Well you will be once you eat and rest a bit more! Though it does seem your fevers broken!" Sun turns from the stove, sleeves rolled up, wearing an apron, holding a spatula. 

"I'm fine, I've slept enough there's work I need-"

"Oh hush." Sun sets a bowl of creamy oatmeal in front of you and a tall glass of orange juice. Not something you usually have in the house. "We took care of everything, all the animals are fed and let out, Fritter got brushed and I took care of your saddle, we fed Daisy here, you just need to relax."

"You gave us quite the scare you know." Moon pulls out a chair to sit next to you. Sun starts cleaning dishes. You look between the two of them.

"I was gone less than a day." Sun glances over his shoulder from the sink. "I didn't even think anyone would notice I was gone." You stir your oatmeal before shaking your head and starting to eat.

"How could we not notice our favorite clown missing?" Moon says as he cups your neck, rubbing the base of your skull with his thumb. Between Moon and the warm oatmeal you’re nodding off again fairly quickly, head still a little fuzzy from the fever, throat still a little sore. You don't protest when one of the boys picks you up to tuck you in again. Tomorrow you might feel bad that they're having to take care of you again but right now it's nice to be cared for. To not have to look after yourself for once. You sink into the pillows and don't notice when Sun kisses your forehead.

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Consider the best company which must have great knowledge and experience in renovating bathroom and kitchen. Working with such professionals won’t only bless you with the best bathroom or kitchen, but at the same time you can expect all functionalities that you want. These professionals only believe to offer high quality services as well as ensure to provide after delivery services, thus, consider them and invest in your bathroom and kitchen remodelling work without any hassle. For your bathroom, consider Bathroom Remodeling Bakersfield experts, who will always be there at your service and ensure to offer you the most amazing designs. If you really want the bestest bathroom for you, always hold the hands of the experts without worrying about the money. They won’t only give you the super quality work, but at the same time ensure to finish your work on time so that you can use your bathroom as soon as possible. Working with them means no mess at all as they are quite professional and ensure to work without raising unnecessary voice and creating a mess. If there is a mess, they make sure to clean everything before leaving your property. It must be noted that remodeling your bathroom is the perfect way to transform it into the oasis and sanctuary. This will surely be so satisfying and all your guests will love having such amazing space that you have created by using your own imagination. If you always dream to have the best bathroom for you, this is highly possible by hiring so responsible and talented General Contractor Bakersfield. Hire them and they will be upgrading everything based on your budget, choice and requirements.   Professionals are always the best as they do everything for you from updating its look and feel to adding storage and improving accessibility. This means, you won’t only get so attractive and beautiful bathroom only, but get super functional bathroom will help you in many ways. Once you get the final product, you will find your bathroom is now beyond bathing and cleaning. So, have the best service and get ready to chill in your bathroom that will give you so luxurious and absolutely perfect time. Your this initiative won’t only give you the world’s best bathroom, but at the same time get ready to improve your home’s value.

Yes, remodeling your bathroom, kitchen and other rooms is a practical investment that can benefit you and your entire family. So, always go with well-knowledgeable and skilled team of remodelers, and get ready to have any kind of room as you want. Searching for the best solutions on Bathroom Remodeling Bakersfield can be easier for you, if you check up all the posts and reference website provided by the author. Must follow and grab great ideas.

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How to Set Up the Makeup Vanity Like a Makeup Artist

Your wedding day is one of the biggest events in your life, and looking your best is crucial. You want to ensure that your makeup is perfect, which means having the right space to get ready. Setting up a makeup vanity for your wedding day can make all the difference. Here are some tips from the best makeup artist in Bakersfield on creating the perfect space.

Choose the Right Lighting

Lighting is crucial for perfect makeup application. You can have patchy makeup or an uneven complexion if you need the right lighting. You should set up your makeup vanity near a window with plenty of natural light. If that's impossible, invest in good quality light bulbs with a high CRI (color rendering index) rating. It will ensure that your makeup looks true to life and is not skewed by poor lighting.

Have the Right Storage

A cluttered vanity can make it difficult to find what you need and can make the overall process much more stressful. Invest in good quality storage solutions like clear plastic drawers or acrylic organizers. It will allow you to easily see everything you need and keep it at arm's reach.

Keep it Clean

Cleanliness is key when it comes to makeup application. It will help you avoid germs and bacteria that can cause breakouts or skin irritation. Also, make sure that you clean your brushes regularly to keep them in good condition. Ensure your vanity is clean and hygienic before you start getting ready.

Invest in Good Quality Products

“Makeup is an investment," says the best makeup artist in Bakersfield. You want to ensure you're using high-quality products that will last all day and look great in photos. Please consult with your makeup artist to find out what products they recommend, and invest in some key pieces like a good primer, foundation, and lipstick.

Don't Forget the Extras

Finally, remember the extras that can make the process more enjoyable. Invest in a comfortable chair or stool, add a fresh bouquet, or play some of your favorite music to help you relax and enjoy the process.

Why Brides need makeup vanity 

On her wedding day, every bride wants to look her best. A well-equipped makeup vanity can help achieve the perfect look. A good makeup vanity will provide a comfortable and well-lit space for the bride to get ready and enough storage space for all her essential beauty products and tools.

A makeup vanity like the best makeup artist in Bakersfield also allows the bride to control her lighting while getting ready. It is important for makeup application as different lighting can affect the overall look. A vanity mirror with built-in lighting also allows the bride to apply makeup in the same lighting conditions as the event will take place.

Why Booking a professional makeup artist is an essential aspect of wedding planning.

Professional and the best makeup artists in weddings offer their expertise, knowledge, and skill in creating the perfect wedding look for the bride. They provide various services, including hair styling, airbrush makeup, eyelash application, and eyebrow grooming. 

Booking a makeup artist for your wedding can also give you peace of mind. A professional makeup artist will be experienced in creating long-lasting makeup looks that will withstand the heat, humidity, and tears on your wedding day. It means you won't have to worry about touch-ups or smudging, allowing you to relax and enjoy your special day fully.

In conclusion, booking the best makeup artist in Bakersfield, Wow Brows Studio, for your wedding is an essential aspect that should be considered. It will give you peace of mind and a flawless appearance and ensure you look your best on your special day. 

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Flooring Store Bakersfield For Grabbing The Most Wonderful Tiles

When we talk about tiles, they have unmatched natural beauty which cannot be replaced by other types of stones. They just look perfect and can be installed anywhere you want from the floors to the walls, countertops, roofs, balconies, and other external areas. When you are building or renovating homes, it is highly necessary to look for the best tiles as this can easily transform your space. Such beautiful tiles will make your home look beautiful, neat and clean and completely phenomenal. Also, your home will become quite durable and strong. It is said that tiles are very durable and can last for many years without much proper maintenance, hence installing the same can help in saving a lot. These tiles are resistant to scratches, stains, along with wear and tear, which means you don’t need to worry about anything at all. Nothing will happen with your tiles and your home will look intact- so good and beautiful. As these tiles are super durable, hence this quality is making them an ideal choice for all sorts of properties. Are you specifically looking for Countertop Store Bakersfield? Here is the best source will offer you a wide range of countertop tiles that you will love to install. They are so good, easy to clean, and come with a perfect finish. Invest in a perfect one and you will find these tiles are easy to clean and maintain. Additionally, they are resistant to spills, stains, and water damage, thus these are so perfect for kitchens as well as for the bathrooms. At the right source, you will get tiles, which are not only durable, but they are also aesthetically pleasing. As you will get so many options- different colors, patterns, styles, variety of shapes, sizes, allowing homeowners to create unique and visually appealing designs. At the best Flooring Store Bakersfield, you can easily be able to pick the best kind of tiles, which can also be used to create intricate patterns and designs that add value to any room. Also, you will get amazed to know that these tiles have natural insulating properties, which means it will keep a home cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. So what are you waiting for? If you really want to make your home looks super cool and beautiful and would like to give a customized touch to any particular room, just go with the best tiles and get perfect results. If you are unable to find right kind of tiles, not to worry, just talk to the experts at the suggested website and they will help you to finalizing the best one. So, hit the store today and you will be happy to have so ultimate, modern and beautiful designs will transform your home completely. Searching for the best solutions on Countertop Store Bakersfield can be easier for you, if you check up all the posts and reference website provided by the author. Must follow and grab great ideas.

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The Advantages of Specialized Final Clean Services Bakersfield `

Has your business undergone a major renovation or your home a new remodel? You’re now left with the rubble, dust, and dirt that you simply cannot clean on your own.

The best option is to hire final clean services Bakersfield businesses and residential properties can rely on. Final clean or construction cleanup offers a multitude of advantages including efficient services, specialized equipment, and a crew dedicated to safe management of your property.

Let’s take a closer look at the reasons to call a final clean service.

What is a Final Clean?

Final clean services are provided for homes and businesses where some form of building work, installations, and removals are performed. New plumbing, electrical wiring, and framework installations can leave a fair amount of dust and material behind. Final cleaning helps remove the dirt and grit and restore these areas to its original, clean condition. All excess materials are removed and the bathroom, living room, or kitchen restored.

There are also cleaning services that are performed for large scale renovations and building works. Where dust is covering the surfaces including fixtures such as light fittings and door handles, a team with the necessary products will wipe the walls and fixtures and scrub the floors that are covered in dirt. The goal is to clear the dirt and any areas covered in dust that could cause a slip or fall.

It is also difficult to clean the red dust from bricks that can also stain newly tiled walls, floors, doors and fixtures. Special maintenance services help remove the dust and dirt so you can move into a clean space and you won’t be concerned about spreading the dirt to other rooms.

Final Cleans for Rented Homes

Many landlords and property managers call on final cleaning services to prepare apartments and new homes to rent for future tenants. This includes the removal of trash, cleaning windows, scrubbings floors, and shining fixtures and appliances. Rooms are left fragrant and inviting for a future tenant.

With so many options provided by final clean services Bakersfield clients will have the beauty and the integrity of the property restored. A cleaning crew dedicated to restoring the hygiene of your interiors will provide a quotation for homes and businesses. Final cleans are an important part of maintaining the safety and the value of properties. No matter your maintenance requirements, speak to a trusted and an experienced cleaning company so you don’t have to do it yourself.

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Final Clean Up Bakersfield

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We Interrupt This Program

M/n= Male Name 

Bold- Means its on a tv screen. 

GIF Not mine

Word count: 2,932

“No, I can't leave Monica.” “mom? It's ok, I can stay with grandma and…” “I can't leave” “maybe I'll build a spaceship. I wanna be an aircraft pilot.” “when they were handing out kids they gave her the toughest one. Lieutenant trouble.” Monica wakes up breathing heavily and hearing crashing and people screaming as she makes her way towards the door and walks out. “Excuse me….” “they're all coming back. We don't have the capacity” the doctor tells her

“Excuse me. I'm looking for a patient. In room 104…” she asks a nurse “who, my wife? Do you have a phone?” “no” “i have to call my wife.” she makes her way towards the front desk “watch out” she bumps into a man, they both fall backwards grunting “let me help you. Are you ok? You ok?” “I got him. I got him.” “Are you ok?” she asks as she gets up groaning. She turns to the lady in the front desk.

“Excuse me. I'm looking for a patient in room number 104.” “I don't know what to tell you” she starts looking around her “Monica?” “oh, Dr. Highland, thank god!” “I can't believe it, where did you go?” “well, in her room since she came back from the surgery. I mean, I might have fallen asleep, but no longer than 20 minutes. Dr. Highland, where's my mom?” “your mom, she died honey” “what? No, no, no, no you're mistaken. My mother...the procedure went well. You said so yourself. Clean margins. You’re discharging her today”

“The cancer came back.” “Okay, stop, stop. No youre...my mom is Maria Rambeau. Look it up. I mean look it up. Maria Rambeau.” “Monica, I don't understand what's happening, but you need to listen to me Marian died three years ago.” “three? No. no. no…” “which was two years after you…” “after i what? After what?” “after you disappeared.”

Monica is walking towards big metal doors. She takes out her keycards but it beeps so she tries again but it beeped again “Ma’am? Over here please” she walked over to him smiling “hi, good morning. I work here. And…” “if you did, your badge would work, wouldn't it?” “right um… I have a meeting with…” “hey. You know who this is?” “..this guy” “Captain Monica Rambeau.” “Director Tyler Hayward”

“Acting Director. You haven't aged a day” “and you look old as hell” Tyler chuckles “come on, let's catch you up. It's been three weeks and you're the first to report. Cant say I'm surprised captain.” “How are the numbers for the astronaut training program?” “ Dismal. Lost half my personnel in The Blip and half of those remaining have lost their nerve. The program hasn't been the same since you've been up there, Rambeau. We shifted away from manned missions and refocused on robotics, nanotech, AI. Sentient Weapons, like it says on the door.”

“It also says observation and response on that door, not creation” “worlds not the same as you left it. Space is now full of unexpected threats” “always was full of threats. And allies” “Listen, Monica, I just wanna acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation. I know S.W.O.R.D.'s your home. Your mom built this place from the ground up. You grew up here. You should've been here to help name the replacement.” “you were the obvious choice”

“I was the only choice.” “I wasn't gonna say it. Look, Tyler, you know the job you have to do. I'm here to do mine.” ”Let's get you back out there.” he takes out his keycard and opens the door to his office. “The FBI is in a tizzy over missing persons case up in Jersey…” “missing persons?” “I know. But they have requested use of one of our imaging drones, and I need a chaperone.”

“Tyler, drones usually chaperone me.” “i get it” “look, if this is because of...you don't have to worry about me. I'm good.” “There's no easy way to say this, but you're grounded.” Monica chuckles “you're kidding. For how long? Who whose protocol is this?” “Your mother's. She implemented guidelines in the event vanished personnel ever returned. Look, I know it's a raw deal, but there is one positive takeaway.” “what's that?” “she believed you'd come back. You'd be doing me a big favor with this FBI thing, but if you need more time…”

“No. no. I'm good to go” “excellent. Keep me updated, captain.” Monica finally arrived at Westview “James E. Woo, FBI” “Monica Rambeau, S.W.O.R.D. what's the story here, agent woo?” “I've got a witness setup down the road in Westview, and this morning, it looked like he flew the coop?” “Your missing person is in the witness protection program?”

“I have contacted known associates, relatives…” “and let me guess, none of them have seen him either?” “No. None of them have ever heard of him. Something seemed hanky to me, so I took the first flight out of Oakland to interface with local law enforcement, which is when I encountered a new wrinkle.” “what's that?” “Pardon me, Sheriff. Would you mind repeating your claim about Westview to my colleague here?” “no such place” “you're saying the town of Westview, New Jersey, does not exist?”

“It's what I keep telling your G-man here, but he won't listen.” “I see. and , um, I'm sorry, what town are you from?” “Eastview” “Thank you, Sheriff. I'll reach out if we need any further assistance. I, uh, pulled phone numbers for all the residents. I'm only through the D’s, but so far I got Diddly Squat.” “So you can't reach anyone inside and everyone on the outside has some sort of selective amnesia?”

“This isn't a missing person's case, Captain Rambeau, it's a missing town. Population: 3,892.” “Why haven't you gone inside to investigate?” “Cause it doesn't want me to. You can feel it too, can't you? Nobody's supposed to go in.” Monica walks over to her car and pulls out a drone. “What about you?” “Me? Well, I'm from Bakersfield, originally. Growing up, other kids had Michael Jordan posters on their walls, but I had Eliot Ness.”

“No, no, no, no. I mean, why is it that you have an awareness of Westview? Or me, for that matter? Is it because we are outside of a certain radius, or maybe because we don't have a personal connection?” She looks at the screen but the drone malfunctions. She looks up and it's gone “Wait, where'd it go?” “It was right there.” she walk towards the town but stops as she hears electricity bussing “whoa..”

“What is it?” “some sort of energy field” “Careful, Rambeau. Captain Rambeau! Watch it. Rambeau! Captain Rambeau! Captain Rambeau!” she sticks her hand in and it pulls her in and she disappears.

24 Hours Later

“Hey. What's your field?” “We're not supposed to talk to each other.” “hmm? Boy scout leader. Got it. And you” Darcy asked a woman next to the boy scout leader. “Nuclear biology” “artificial intelligence” “astrophysics. We got the full clown car. It means whatever the threat is, S.W.O.R.D. clearly has no idea what they're dealing with.” “I'm a chemical engineer” “no one cares”

“Alright grab your gear.” Darcy walks around the S.W.O.R.D. camp. “Ms. Lewis?” “Dr.Lewis” “we have your gear set up inside.” the man walks Darcy inside a tent “those drones you're sending in, what kind of data are you getting?” “I'm afraid that is highly classified.” “You can't see anything? FBI, Army. I saw the Air Force Office of Special Investigations out there. Research Lab, Space Command, too. A bona fide, joint, multi-service response. Really looking forward to the commemorative T-shirt. Is there somewhere a lady could get a cup of coffee? You guys look like you might get down with those little pod things. Horrendous for the environment…”

“Make your assessment, please” “whoa… I mean, whoa..” “what are you getting?” “a colossal amount of CMBR” “CM…” “Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation.” “we've been told the radiation is within a safe limit” “uh, it is… for now” “wait what do you mean” Darcy shushes the man “there's are longer wavelength superimposed over the noise here” she looks under the desk and struggles to get something “I got it”

“I need a TV. an old one. Like, not flat.” After a few hours it started raining. “Are you good to go?” Hayward asked an agent “yes, sir” “these sewers will take you straight into town. Try to find anything you can on Rambeau” “copy that” “keep me updated” Hayward says as he walks away. “Director Hayward, between you, me, and the bedpost, I am not confident about this mission.” “Thanks for the feedback, Jimmy. If only my drones were as forthcoming.”

“There's no reason to suspect the perimeter doesn't extend subterraneous.” “There's no reason to suspect it does.” Jimmy sighs “We don't know enough about the nature of the threat to send in another agent when the first is yet to return.” “Someone must really miss you back in Quantico.” “No, sir. Softball season's over, sir.” “what do we have up?” Hayward asked agent Rodriguez “Radar, sonar, infrared” “cycle through. Will someone get me a useful visual, dammit?”

Everyone hears a studio audience laughing in the tent “what is that?” “Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?” “Who is doing that?” “Who are those people?” “What are you wearing?” “Why are they here?” “Well, it's our anniversary!” “our anniversary of what?” “Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!” “is that..” “ yeah, it looks like him.” “you move at the speed of sound and i can make a pen float through the air, who needs to abbreviate?”

“Look , I know it's been a crazy few years on this planet, but he's dead, right? Not blipped, dead.” “excellent plan. Where's the tenderizer” “what am I looking at? You? What is that? Where's this coming from?” “out there” “you didn’t answer the back door. For your upside-down cake. oh hi, I” “is it authentic?” “I'm not sure how to answer that” “is it happening in real time? Is it recorded, fabricated?” “I don't know. I don't know. And I don't know” “what do you know?” Hayward said annoyed “My equipment registered an extremely high level of CMBR. That's…”

“Relic radiation dating back to the Big Bang.” “Yeah, entwined was a broadcast frequency. So I had your goons pick me up a sweet vintage TV. And when I plug this bad boy in, voilà, sound and picture.” “Dinner is served” “So you're saying the universe created a sitcom starring two Avengers?” Jimmy asked, confused “It's a working theory” “Get me a transport back to headquarters now. Are we recording this?”

“Never stopped.” Darcy says “I need immediate analysis. Now, people. Let's go!” “He’s a charmer.” “great work” “hey, thanks, maybe I could get that cup of coffee now? Or not. It's cool.” ”Aw” Darcy turns to the screen to see you and Vision kissing “Aw”

“First and foremost, our main objective is to get any intel on Captain Rambeau, but originally, this case was a missing person, so we're going to start there. We've successfully identified two individuals inside the Westview anomaly. Let's keep going.” Jimmy says as he puts two pictures up of you and Vision. “This guest is leaving your home” “yes, thank you for coming” “Mr. and Mrs. Hart. played by Todd and Sharon Davis.”

“Computational forms. And no one can process the data quite like you do, pal.” “Agent Woo” “you're like a walking computer.” “Abilash Tandon is Norm” “Harold Proctor is Jones” “we got Isabel Matsueida cast as Beverly” “John Collins as Herb.” Darcy gasps, dropping her Noodle cup and calls Jimmy over “Really?” “Does she seem okay to you?” “Well, she doesn't appear to be harmed in any way, but that is definitely not the boss lady I met yesterday.”

“So what, deep cover? Monica has to play along?” “With whom? Or else, what? All right. Brass tacks, Dr. Lewis. What are we looking at here? Is it an alternate reality? Time travel? Some cockamamie social experiment?” “It's a sitcom. A 1950s sitcom.” “But why?”

“Hey, man, we're working with the same scarcity of intel. But, listen, I do have an idea. So, you've seen that radio in M/n’s kitchen counter, right? The next time he's washing dishes, which, by my count, happens about once an episode, barf, we'll shoot a signal to that little guy. This transmitter will mimic the frequency of the broadcast, and if my theory is right, allow us to speak directly to her. This is totally gonna work. Don't touch that.”

“Agent Woo.” agent Rodrigues hands Jimmy a folder inside the folder there's a colored image of a retro S.W.O.R.D. drone “Is this from the current episode?” “aired about two minutes ago.” “What is it?” Darcy asks “what does it look like to you?” “like a retro version of a S.W.OR.D. drone?” “bingo” “but how did it change and why” “uh, to go with the production design” “or render it useless”

“why‘d you colorize it?” “I didn't” Darcy heads back to the tent. “Let's get this show on the road. Jimmy, you ready?” Darcy asks through an earpiece. “Ready” “bigger and better every season” “uh, Jimmy, Monica is talking to M/n. she's got a speaking part now.” “what is she saying?” “those jeans are peachy keen” “she likes M/n’s jeans” “we only have a few hours” “M/n’s at some sort of swim club. We've never been here before.”

“Is it the 60’s still?” “uh, uh, M/n’s with another character.” “real person?” “ohh, uh, radio on the side table. start talking.” “M/n. M/n, can you read me over?” “I don't...” “Can he hear me?” “I don't think so, keep trying.” “M/n?” “M/n?” “M/n. Who is doing this to you, M/n? M/n? Can you hear me? I'm here to help” “please give us a…” “pop quiz M/n how does a housewife or in this case househusband get a bloodstain out of white linen?”

“Wait” “what?” “I don't know” “by doing it yourself” “that's weird” “what was?” “Nothing, it's over. Mission failure” “it was worth a try. Good effort, doctor.” “yeah come in”

Both Jimmy and Darcy are watching you and Vision on TV “darling, do you think it's time to..” “call the doctor?” “yeah” “yes, I do dear” “1950s, 1960s, and now the '70s. Why does it keep switching time periods? It can't be purely for my enjoyment, can it?” “I cant believe M/n and Vision are having a baby” “you want any?” Jimmy chuckles

“Heck, I thought about it for sure. A little Jimmy Woo. Get him a tiny little FBI badge. Oh, you... Chip? Sure.” “you're doing great. You're doing great. Look at me. Look at me.” “The jig is up” you scream. After a few minutes you hear the baby cry “hi, oh, he's perfect” “what a twist.” Darcy says as she's tearing up “What? I'm invested” “he was killed by Ultron, wasn't he?” “Did she just say the name Ultron? Has that ever happened before? A reference to our reality.”

“No never” “hey I'll take a shift rocking the babies” “no I think you should leave” “oh, M/n, don't be like that” “who are you?” “M/n” “wow this is different” The Tv cuts and Monica is gone “what happened? Where she go?” “god not again” Darcy replays the footage back “who are you?” “M/n” “there's nothing here. One second, Monica is standing right there, and the next she isn’t. Someone is censoring the broadcast.”

“But where's Rambeau?” they suddenly both hear the alarm “Alert! Boundary has been breached! Alert! Boundary has been breached!”

Inside Westview

“Who are you?” “I don't..” you walk closer to her “who are you?” “M/n i'm just your neighbor.” “Then how did you know about Ultron?” you start to see the familiar red glow around your hands “You're not my neighbor. And you're definitely not my friend. You are a stranger and an outsider. And right now, you are trespassing here. And I want you to leave.”

Your familiar red glow wraps around Monica Sending her back through every wall and fence. You gulp “I… I…” you raise your hands and start to fix the hole on the wall as if it never happened. You walk over to your babies hearing them “M/n?” Vision comes in through the door turning back to his synthezoid form “where is Geraldine?” “oh she left honey. She had to rush home”

You turn around to look at Vision and you gasp making you look down “what? What is it? What's wrong?” Vision asks you concerned “Uh..” you slowly look up at him and see that he looks normal again “we don't have to stay here. We could go wherever we want” Vision tells you “no, we can't. This is our home” you move your hand to crease his cheek and he holds onto your hand “are you use”

“oh, don't worry darling. I have everything under control.” you walk over and grab Tommy “oh hi” you turn to Vision smiling “what should we watch tonight?” you walk over to the sofa, Vision sits next to you. He puts an arm around you.

Outside of Westview

“Monica, are you okay?” “it's M/n. its all M/n”

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girl at home ; andy barber x fem!reader ; 1/3

status — completed series

word count — 4,830 words

warnings — few swear words, a bit of defending jacobs spoilers, not compliant with book/show ending, fluff?? bit of angst???

pairing — andy barber x fem!reader

a/n — lmao i lied this comes first then in a few i’ll post the final part of public’s eye. if someone reads this pls tell me what youd be more interested in, august walker or steve rogers social media au

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After proving Jacob’s innocence Andy imagined things would have been smooth-sailing from there. He was wrong.

Laurie asked for a divorce; citing how their marriage was built on a lie and that it was time to be truthful to themselves and to Jacob. They both also agreed that it wasn’t just working anymore, but on Andy’s part he was more than willing to try harder for it to work, but didn't want to push it. He accepted her wishes and didn’t fight for full custody over Jacob — he was more than content with spending weekends and certain holidays with his son. They both moved out of their Newton house and revealed to Andy how they were both relocating to Bakersfield in California; the lawyer being partially surprised with how far they were moving, but ultimately remembered how she had some family members over there.

Before their departure, Andy and Jacob got to bond one last time and somehow their conversation shifted to how the former had no plans of selling the house and moving somewhere else. “Don’t you think you’d be too lonely?”

The blunt question did get Andy thinking but he shrugged it off, “Maybe? I just don’t see myself living anywhere else, I guess.”

Nodding, the boy looked out the window as the Audi drove by. His eyes scanned a big red sign that read “For Rent” and suddenly gave him the idea as he turned to his father, “Or you could put a room up for rent?”

Hitting the brakes smoothly as there was a red light, he turned to his son and looked at him with his eyebrows furrowed, “What?” 

“Green light,” Jacob informed and Andy nodded as he released his foot off the brake and continued the way home, “Advertise my room, or the spare one, for rent. That way, you know, you won’t really be alone.”

Pursing his lips together, Andy thought about it for a while. Would anyone even one to live there? With him? He didn’t want to seem like he was rejecting his son’s idea or make him feel like he was a fool for coming up with that one so he just found himself nodding, “Sounds like a great idea, pal.”

And when they were back at home, Jacob insisted he help his dad place an advertisement online for the availability of the spare bedroom across Jacob’s. Even though he thought it was a foolish idea, Andy just went along with it for two reasons — one, he just wanted to go along with what his son wanted and make him somewhat happy. And the second one being he was absolutely positive no one would want to live here.

It was a deal too good to be true; surely there had to be a catch? $500 a month for a room that was fully furnished? Maybe the house was just ugly? Or perhaps the room wasn’t really how it was pictured? Either way Y/N found herself messaging the house owner, Andy Barber, and let her know she was interested in checking the place out.

Pulling up in front of the house, Y/N let out a long whistle as she marveled at how the exterior of the house was well-groomed and clean. Exiting her car, she made her way to the front door and rang the doorbell and leaned by one of the columns as she took in the quiet ambiance of the neighborhood. Hearing the door creak upon, she turned around and smiled, “Hi! Are you Andy Barber?”

The bearded man was dressed in a simple ragged t-shirt and a pair of sweats; and despite the impression that he had just woken up, she thought that he had this cute boyish charm to him. “Yeah that’s me, you must be Y/N?” He offered his hand out for a shake, one which the girl enthusiastically shook. 

As they both unclasped their hands Y/N wondered, “Is it a bad time? I can come back later,” Her question had him chuckling and she felt her heart warm with how relaxed he looked as he shook his head, “It’s not a bad time, this is just how I normally look.”

He stepped aside so she could come in and take a tour of the house. As Y/N was being shown around the house, she could not prevent her jaw from dropping from how cozy, elegant, and complete everything looked.

“And if you choose to, this is where you’ll be staying,” Andy opened the room to the spare bedroom and led her inside and allowed her to take a look around. It had a bed, a dresser and wardrobe, mirror, a reading chair, and a study desk paired with an office chair.

Turning to the man, “So what’s the catch?” Her question caught him off guard and folded his arms as he tilted his head to the side, “The catch?”

She nodded and looked at him as if she had the telepathic abilities to let him know what she was thinking, “You know, the reason why the rent’s so cheap? Is this house haunted? Do you actually have a rat infestation problem?”

As Andy threw his head back laughing at her suggestions, he couldn’t remember the last time he was this carefree. “No catch,” he explained once he calmed down from laughing and sat down on the reading chair, “Not haunted or rat infestation, really. Just I don’t know,” he struggled to look for the right words as he placed his hands on his thighs and rubbed them, “Put a room up for rent just so I wouldn’t get lonely.”

Y/N leaned by the office desk that was beside the chair Andy was sitting on as she spoke, “Well I liked the place so much; I’m guessing that means you won’t have to be alone?”

Looking up at her Andy smiled, “That’s great then, let me get the spare house key for you.” 

“I hope I don’t seem too fast or what, but I hope you don’t mind if I move my things up already? I have all my belongings in the car.”

Andy nodded, “Oh no worries about it, let me help you get your stuff.”

For the next couple of hours, Y/N settled her things around the room. She placed her clothes on the dresser and wardrobe. Settled her pictures and other stationery items on the desk. Attaching the house keys to the keychain she had which contained her keys and skipped her way down the stairs. 

Seeing how Andy was by his office area she asked, “Oh by the way I forgot to ask, are you allergic to something?”

“Planning to kill me already huh?” He joked as he looked at her pointedly to which she rolled her eyes at, “No, dummy. I was planning on cooking dinner.”

“Nope, not allergic to anything,” he clarified and she smiled and waved goodbye. Looking at her retreating form, Andy shook his head as he took note of how silly his new roommate was. He buried himself with preparing his things for office as Y/N went around to explore her new neighborhood’s grocery store.

Dozing off in the bedroom, Andy woke up once a savory and aromatic smell hit his nostrils. Rubbing off the sleep in his eyes, he sat up and glanced at the clock on his bedside table and took note of how it was already 5:30 in the evening. Slept longer than I thought I would, he thought to himself as he left the comfort of his bedroom and headed to see the source of the fantastic smell.

Upon reaching the kitchen he was greeted with the sight of Y/N moving around the kitchen, “What’s all this commotion about?”

Stopping her movements from stirring the pot, she smiled, “Cooking dinner; made carbonara,” she pointed to the pot she was currently attending to, “Baked some garlic bread,” she pointed to the pyrex container which had a few loaves of bread in it, “And some chicken tenders as well, because I was craving.”

Nodding, he grabbed a chicken tender and took a bite of it to which she gasped, “Andy! Couldn’t even wait a few more minutes!” The taller man could only sheepishly smile with his mouth full of chicken, “Sorry ‘bout that, want me to set the table?”

“Please do. Oh and I noticed you had a certain beer in the fridge so I hope you don’t mind I bought you a pack?” As she mentioned that he did see a new, unopened pack next to the single beer he had left inside the fridge. “Thanks for that; red wine your poison?” He inquired since he noticed a wine bottle he surely never bought. Seeing her nod, he asked if she wanted a glass to which she said yes to. In the next few minutes a comfortable silence engulfed them as they both were focused on preparing their first meal together. 

Once everything was put in place they both sat across each other, Y/N placed her hands under her chin and looked at Andy with an excited look in her eyes, the man raised his brow at her, asking her nonverbally what she was looking at him for. “Go ahead, try it,” she softly encouraged him to which he nodded and swirled his fork around the pasta which the white sauce had already clung into and opened his mouth to taste.

“It’s good,” he complimented her as he swallowed, “Better than anything I’ve eaten in the past few months.” She clapped her hands and started to eat as well. “I was surprised to see your lack of groceries.”

He waited until his mouth was empty from eating the garlic bread she had before explaining, “Don’t really cook a lot; survived off takeout recently.” Despite having her mouth full with a tender, a loud shock was emitted from the woman across and Andy lightly cuckold at how adorable her reaction was. 

“Lucky for you, I love to cook so you won’t be filling yourself up with that junk,” she assured him as she drank from her glass of wine. Setting his fork down he looked at her skeptical, “What brings you to Newton anyway?”

Her hands tore the garlic bread as she gulped down her drink, “Just finished college then found a job here so there’s that.”

“Which program did you take?” He wondered; not knowing if it was his curiosity about someone living in his house or it was the lawyer in him couldn’t help but question everything.

“Took a few years off after high school to know what I really wanted to do; then just took a two year course,” she further explained as she told him which degree she chose. Somehow her answer just had Andy even more interested so he pried, “Why not get a full degree?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Didn’t want to waste four years of my life.” 

“Would four years really be wasted if you spent it studying something you’re interested in?” he retorted back as he took a swig of his beer.

“Touché,” she acknowledged as she gobbled some pasta, “But I don’t know, I just feel like the time I’m spending on studying would be better spent if I was actually doing something I want. Get a job I wanna do. Visit every state in the country. Get a house with a pool. You know, just do things that make me happy without having any regrets”

As she listed off the things she desired in life, a solemn expression graced Andy’s face. Her perspective did make him think about how he lived his own life as well. Perhaps how there were certain choices that did make him happy and somehow there were regrets lingering in his mind. “And have you done any of those?”

“Well obviously I don’t have a house,” she joked as she waved her hand around Andy’s home, “But I did get a job here that I think I’ll enjoy, an 8-5 kind,” she paused for a while to gulp down more of the red wine she bought, “What about you?”

“What about me “ he questioned back as he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. She rolled her eyes jokingly, “What’s your story, I guess? What brought you here in Newton?”

Her naivety had him questioning whether or not she knew the whole ordeal that his family went through; but he spared her of the full details, maybe next time or once he felt like he could fully trust her he’d tell her everything. “Had family here with me, but not anymore,” her eyes widened in shock with what he revealed but he was quick to reassure her, “I'm divorced now, ex-wife has full custody of our son. Used to be an assistant district attorney, now I’m just in private practice for civil litigation cases.”

Somehow, Andy felt a weight unload once he told her about him. Though granted it wasn’t the whole thing, but having someone to talk did make him feel lighter, more human. Y/N, on the other hand, felt amazed with how Andy chose to carry on despite what he’s been through. She got the feeling there was more to it than what he let on; and pity was not what she felt but more of feeling happy with how he did not give up and instead keep on going.

Holding her glass she raised it, “Here’s to new beginnings and being single then,” she toasted. Smiling, he raised his beer bottle and brought it to touch against her glass, “To new beginnings and being single.” The two then proceeded to finish the rest of their meal in silence.

The sun was shining bright that Monday morning and Andy woke up early to head down to their basement and do his morning exercise. Thirty minutes into it, he could sense that Y/N had woken up not only due to her footsteps he heard, but also because he could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen.

As he finished his workout, he headed up to his room to take a quick shower and dress up for his work. Granted it might have been too early to do all those but the smell of the food and the company of which he’d be eating breakfast enticed him to do so. Heading down, he was dressed in his full lawyer gear, minus the jacket, and smiled as he saw Y/N eating the rest of her pancakes by the breakfast bar.

“Morning Andy,” she greeted him, “There’s a fresh pot of coffee if you’d like,” she pointed to where she had just gotten a cup for herself as well. “Thank you,” he then moved to get himself a cup and once he did he took note of a plate that had a couple of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

Pointing to it he accused her, “It’s as if you want me to waste the workout I just did huh.” She threw her head back in laughter at what he said while shaking his head to tell him that it wasn’t her intention. Glancing down on her wrist watch she mumbled a soft, “Shit,” upon noticing the time. Stacking her mug on the plate she moved to the sink where Andy grabbed the cutlery and utensils from her, “Let me do it and go ahead.”

Placing a hand on his forearm — in which they both felt relaxed and warm at their first touch — she thanked him for doing so and grabbed her bag that she placed on the couch. “Good luck on your first day,” Andy called out as he began munching on his own food. She yelled a quick thanks and see you as she closed the door behind her. Staring down on his plate, he smiled again upon seeing how the food in his plate resembled a smiley face; She really is something, he thought to himself.

The rest of the week flew by and both Andy and Y/N spent the week almost doing everything together. The former would wake up early and get his workout down; and sometime during the 45 minutes he’d spend on the basement the latter would take that time to prepare herself for the day ahead as well as the most important meal for their day. And if there were leftovers from the night before or that she had made too much for breakfast and was able to whip it into something for lunch, then she packed those not only for her, but for Andy as well.

And their routine together did not just stop there it bled into the night as well. Where it was always Y/N who came home first. After taking a bath either she’d start cooking supper or she would clean around the house a little — she noticed how Andy’s office area was frequently messy and she did her best to fix the mess without being too intrusive about it. She never step foot in his room, wanting him to have his privacy, but from what she could see he kept it organized despite having a few trash here and there, so she didn’t really loiter in that area of the house.

In hindsight, Y/N didn’t have to cook and clean for Andy. But with how low her rent was she felt that it was only fair to do so. Plus there was a part of her that somehow liked being around him, having someone to talk to about everything and anything they both could think of. There was never really a dull conversation between them.

Friday night arrived and instead of cooking another meal Y/N decided to get a pizza, wings, and another pack of beer for Andy. As she was in the liquor portion of the grocery she bumped into one of their neighbors, Joan RIfkin, whom she also recognized as one of the friends of her workmate.

“Y/N, right?” the woman asked as she looked at her with concern. “Yeah, that’s me. We met through Emily, when you helped her get to work,” Y/N recalled, both for her and Joan.

“Is it true that you live with Andy?” her question had Y/N wondering, how the hell did she know that? Despite that thought she nodded, “Room was cheap so I thought why not?”

Her nervous chuckle could not ease the tension between the two ladies; especially when Joan gave her a stern look as she warned her, “Be careful, okay? The Barber’s caused quite a ruckus and Andy is quite unpredictable.”

As Joan walked away while pushing her cart, Y/N was left confused and conflicted. The new information presented to her, though it was vague, left her puzzled about whether or not it was true. She was also unsure about the need to clarify with Andy what she has just been told.

Once his car was parked in the garage, Andy loosened his tie and entered the house. What greeted him was not the sight of Y/N cooking but her sitting on the couch while scrolling through her phone. Placed in the coffee table was a pizza box, his usual beer, a glass of wine, and box of chicken wings as well as a couple of paper plates.

“Didn’t feel like cooking today huh?” he jeered as he placed a hand on his hip, the other hand holding his briefcase for work. Diverting her eyes from her phone to the man in front she grinned at him, “No, but I felt like having pizza. Maybe we could watch a movie while eating?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll go change quickly,” he told her and she nodded. Andy then went up the stairs, taking two steps at a time to do so. Somehow there was this part of him that was incredibly excited at the thought of being physically close with Y/N. but he just shook his head at the thought and claimed that he was just excited to unwind the week’s stress with food, beer, and a movie.

Heading down after he dressed in more comfortable clothes he asked, “Alright, what are we watching?” Y/N shrugged as she moved to open the box of pizza, “Want a slice?” Andy nodded as he grabbed the remote and thanked her, “You heard about the hippie who burnt his mouth on the pizza?”

While holding a pizza slice of her own she looked at him and tilted her head to the side, her face being a combination of confusion and curiosity, one that Andy found charming. The bearded man had his face in faux seriousness as he continued, “He ate it before it was considered cool.”

Upon realizing the joke, Y/N let out a few giggles — real giggles, Any took note. “Okay not gonna lie, that was good,” she took a bite, “ Haven’t heard that one before.” Saying that made Andy feel proud, somehow his lame dad jokes made this brilliant woman laugh. “You wanna watch Ferris Bueller's Day Off?”

She nodded at his suggestion, “Yeah why not? Haven’t watched that in a while.” And so they both began to watch it as they ate and drank.

As they watched the film their occasional laughs were the only sound emitted from the two. As Andy was grabbing for a few slices or chicken wings, he found himself scooting closer beside Y/N, who didn’t really mind it and instead found having him close was comforting. The wartm that seeped past his clothed thigh and on to her bare skin as she was only wearing shorts made her feel safe. And somehow Andy’s arm found itself draped across the couch, almost touching Y/N’s shoulders, his fingers almost touching her. When she did move to drink her wine her skin touched the tips of his fingers rested on her shoulders and Andy who drank some of his beer as well looked alarmed.

“I’m sorry, I can move away if you’d like,” he said as he began to remove his hand from where it was comfortable in her shoulder. “No, it’s fine,” she assured him a little too quickly, “I mean, I don’t really mind. I’m not the type of person who hates hugging so I don’t really mind at all.”

She couldn’t prevent herself from physically cringing with what she said and how stupid it must have soounded like; but the man beside her didn’t think so based on his eyes crinkled in laughter. His arm then dropped from being on her shoulders and settled itself on her waist and pulled him as close as they could be sitting beside, “Well I hope you won’t mind if I do this then?”

She felt herself flutter with how smooth the man was and just silently assured him by placing her head against his shoulder, both turning their attention back to the movie.

As the end credits rolled, they both were full and were just now finishing up the last of the drinks. Y/N fiddled with her fingers as she had an internal debate about whether or not she should bring up her conversation with Joan earlier.

“You alright, Y/N?” Andy noticed how her actions might have indicated how she was nervous, a complete opposite to how she was earlier. Setting down his empty bottle on the coffee table, he turned to her and grasped both her hands in his, loving the feel of her soft hands against his calloused ones.

“It’s just, there’s something I need to ask,” she sighed and looked up at the ceiling as if it would have helped her say it better, “No, not really ask, but tell you. I don't know.” Her hesitation and uncertainty was something Andy easily sensed and he did his best to calm her down by rubbing their hands together and telling her she could tell him anything.

“So after work, I headed to the grocery to grab your beer, right? Then I saw Joan there, I don’t know her surname though. Anyway, she warned me to be careful of you because you’re unpredictable and that your family had caused a ruckus?” She ended her encounter with the woman by looking up at Andy, and the latter was surprised that there was no disgust in her tone and facial expressions; but more of worry? As if she was worried that rumors were spreading around about him and his family.

He stopped rubbing her hands and instead settled with fiddling with them, “I think it’s best if you found out now,” he began before taking a deep breath, “Almost two years ago, Ben Rifkin, a fourteen year old boy, died. At the time I was the assistant district attorney and was assigned to investigate. When fingerprints of my son, Jacob, were found in the body everyone assumed he did it.”

“Did he?” Y/N question when she noticed it took Andy sometime to continue with his story. Shaking his head no he picked up where he left off the story, “He didn’t, his fingerprints were there because he just saw the body, panicked and didn’t call the police. A man who had a record for groping and stalking kids did it. But Joan, Ben’s mom was still convinced that Jacob had something to do with her son’s death even after it was proved that he didn’t.”

“I’m sorry about that Andy, she has no right to name you and your family those things,” Y/N was quick to comfort him. But he only chuckled sadly, “Does she not?” She could feel that there was more Andy wanted to say so she remained silent, “During the trial and investigation, they were fully convinced Jacob did it because of me, of my father.”

He said those three words with so much hate and disdain, “My estranged father, rather, he raped and killed some student many years ago. Now he’s serving a life sentence for it. They claimed that I had this murder gene and somehow Jacob got it too, hence why he killed Ben.”

After hearing his explanation, Y/N now understood why Joan claimed Andy was unpredictable. She also empathize with the mother who lost her son and understood why she felt this indifference towards the Barbers; but she still believed that maybe Joan would someday accept that the what they’ve been believing — that Jacob had any involvement for her son’s death — is nothing but mere suspicion that was proved false.

“I mean, I understand why she holds this sort of grudge against you or your family,” Andy’s heart dropped at what Y/N said and loosened his grip on her hands, prepared to hear her say how she wanted to leave his house that somewhat felt like home ever since she came, “But it’ll take time for her to accept the truth and disregard the suspicion she had. I believe in what you say and do think that you are harmless.”

Her statement had Andy looking up from where he was staring at their hands and looked up at her with relief in his face, “What?” He could not help but sound meek as he asked so; but he felt the opposite, he felt empowered and invincible upon knowing that there was someone on his side for once.

Deciding to do something risky, Y/N leaned forward to plant a gentle and comforting kiss on Andy’s forehead, “What happened to Joan’s son was horrible, yes. But if you say, and an investigation says your son had nothing to do with it, then I believe it. And murder gene? The only thing that a gene can pass down to us is sickness,” she joked, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere and was pleased to see how Andy laughed softly at it,”You’re not what your father did, okay? The only way to define you is through what you say, think, and do.”

Andy smiled as he stared at her lovingly, “And if I think and tell you that you’re such a beautiful person, inside and out, and that it's been great having you here live with me?” She laughed as she rested her cheek against her hand and sassed at him, “I’d call bullshit ‘cause you probably used that line with your wife.”

He just rolled his eyes as he moved her around so she could comfortably lay her head against his chest as he wrapped his muscular arms around her frame. “Well then I’m just gonna have to do my best to prove it to you the entire time you’re here then.”

Turning her head so she could face him, “Well joke’s on you, I plan to be here for quite a long time.” The butterflies in Andy’s stomach then went wild at what she said, but his composure allowed him to answer back with, “I don’t mind that at all, honey.”

Laying a kiss on her forehead, he then teased her about the grin she had on her face and two then talked the rest of the night away.

part two

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do you remember in the script that Deb was left by herself during the ocean's 11 heist, what if Lou finds out trough one of Danny's guys and she rescues Debbie and even though Lou is furious and wants to punch Danny and Rusty and Debbie is heartbroken but doesn't want to show it, they finally admit they don't want to work separated anymore and they want each other more than partners in crime?

I do! The piece differs a bit from what you’re requesting I think because I went back and pulled from the original script for you! I hope you enjoy❤️ (and I may be able to be convinced to add a second part since we get some more Loubbie well Deb x Cate Richards dialogue)

Debbie stood nervously by the slot machines and tried to breathe in deep as she pulled herself together. Things were about to get real. Too real. And none of the guys would be around to step in and help her this time if things went south. And things always seemed to go south when Terry Benedict was involved.

She shook her hair out and cleared her throat before swinging around the bucket of silver dollars, ready to put on a show. Terry Benedict stalked right past her, so close she could smell the cheap cologne on his neck, before he continued across the casino floor. Bingo. The brunette purposely waited until multiple people were around watching her and the machine before inserting a mundane dollar token in the slot, took an overly dramatic deep breath for the crowd, closed her eyes, and then pulled the lever.

The bells and whistles went off, celebratory sirens echoing out across the casino floor just as planned. Jackpot.

“Oh my god!” Debbie shrieked, jumping up and down, the bucket splashing coins everywhere as people cheered and hollered with her, trying to grab at her or ask her for portions of the money.

“I’m going to need you to come with me,” a suited man spoke quietly in a gruff voice, grabbing at her wrist as her other hand gripped the bucket tight. This was all part of the plan, but it didn’t make it any less daunting or terrifying.

She knew exactly what was happening. Benedict was going batshit. The jackpot wasn’t supposed to hit on that machine until December. This was way off the mark. He was going to have to send his employees out to check the machine and investigate the matter. But he wasn’t going to wait for answers, or cameras, or algorithms. Debbie already knew she was on her way to him. Danny was using her as live bait.

The Ocean was pushed into a holding room, her heels skidding on the linoleum as the man pushed her inside and shoved her into a hard plastic chair. She could smell Benedict.

She turned to face him, a confused but still excited look plastered on her face.

“Where’s my money?!”

After all, she was just an innocent girl having a night out on the Vegas strip. And she’d just won big. All she wanted was her pay out. She wouldn’t have known Benedict from any other man.

Benedict paused at the door, considering her. Debbie wondered if he had caught on to the resemblance between her and his lover’s ex husband that drove him so mad. Or on the off chance, recognized her for who she was on her own. He took her in, cold eyes dragging along her skin. Calculating. Plotting. Debbie wanted to wretch.

“I drove here from Bakersfield,” Debbie sighed. “Can I just get my winnings so I can cash out and go home? I don’t have a hotel to go back to.”

Here she was. The SWAT team was carrying out the money. The van was arriving at the airport. And soon the team would be arriving from all corners to meet at the Bellagio fountain. And where was Debbie? Caught between a rock and a Terry Benedict. And nobody seemed to care. Especially not Danny. Which he made very clear the next morning as she stood freezing her ass off as she waited by the agreed upon pay phone for him to call.

The phone rang shrilly just as she checked her watch and she picked up.

“We’re clean,” Danny whispered. “Thanks for your help, Deb.”

Debbie nodded, figuring as much but glad the plan had gone accordingly.

“What’d the cut end up coming to?” Debbie wondered aloud. Danny had a habit of optimizing a scale bigger than the actual payout at the end and she was curious how off the numbers were.

“Deb,” he sighed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Debbie yelled in a half-whisper. “Do you know what I risked to do this? What I had to pull to get Benedict off my back?”

“Debbie, come on,” he sighed with a chuckle. “You know as well as I do that you barely played a role in this.”

“I cannot believe you just said that.”

“What?” He laughed. “Deb, it’s true. We love you and you’re the best. But we needed several distractions in place. You were one of them.”

“Bullshit, Danny!” She was yelling now, not daring who heard or saw her.

“Cut the shit, Deborah,” he sighed. “Let’s be honest. You played a rigged slot machine. You pulled a lever.”

“Pulled a lever?” The brunette gaped. She was almost laughing maniacally. “You think that’s what I did? I pulled a lever?”

“You got Terry out of the way, sure. But all you physically had to do—“

“Yeah, and if I hadn’t you would have had Terry Benedict up your ass,” Debbie reminded him. “I bought you time Danny. I deserve the same share as everybody else.”

“Deb, I’ve gotta—“

“No!” Debbie shouted. “Don’t you dare hang—“

The line disconnected and Debbie rolled her eyes.

“Up,” she finished to herself. “Asshole.” She added bitterly. She slammed the phone against the hook and screamed up at the bright morning sky.

So this was how it was going to be. No cut. No remorse from Danny. No team to fall back on. She was sick and tired of it. This was complete and utter bullshit. She’d had it with Danny. She’d had it with Rusty. The lot of them. She’d barely seen a dime and she’d wasted most of Vegas putting her ass on the line casino after casino for no damn good reason.

Head held high, the Ocean stormed off, set for a different casino. A different plan. Maybe even a different life.

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Wig and outfit choice be damned, the brunette stormed into the casino, still fuming, and settled into a spot at the dealer’s right. First base. Things were going to go different tonight. This was her con now. Fuck Danny.

Debbie took a slow slip of her drink, her fingers dancing across the stack of chips as she watched him whisk cards across the table and reveal a 9. Debbie smirked. She had 18. One in the hole. 8. Brought her to 17. Debbie reached for her drink again and faster than lightning swapped her stack of five red chips for four red chips and one black on the bottom. In the blink of an eye. An extra hundred. She watched with cocky satisfaction as the dealer spread her chips across the table without missing a beat and let her eyes roam elsewhere, finally catching a mysterious blonde across the table. Blue piercing eyes look up and lock in, glancing back for just a moment before Debbie drops her own.

Debbie busts on the next round and sits back since there’s no need to swap her chips. The dealer busts as well so she tries to take a peek at the blonde and watches with minimal surprise as the woman does the exact same thing as Debbie. Reached for her drink. Swaps her reds for three and a black. Their eyes lock again and don’t let go, something running through Debbie’s body like ice water in her veins and fire in her throat all at once. Maybe she didn’t have to work alone to get away from Debbie. Maybe she just needed to find the right partner. Maybe this was her.

She waits around after the game to see if the woman will approach her, but the blonde gives her a small salute with two fingers and slips away, probably bound for cashing in her chips. Debbie wonders if she’d been imagining things. The electricity between them. The love for the con. Knowing they were robbing from the casino while taking for themselves and watching someone else do the same with equal finesse and skill. To Debbie, it was practically sex. She just wished she even had the blonde’s name. And as she lay in bed, camped out at the hotel room for the night, her fingers between her thighs panting out in the dark, she really wished she had thought to introduce her to the blonde. Or call her out. Or chide her. Or kiss her. Or take her by the wrist and wordlessly bring her back to her hotel room.

Fuck.

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Lou was smitten. She had only ever caught glimpses of the woman before. Hair disappearing around the corner of the Ocean household. Clicks of heels across the floor. A delicate hand snatching its cut from under Danny’s door crack. But they’d never worked together. Only for Danny. Only at different times. Lou wasn’t even sure if Deborah Ocean knew her name.

She knew about Danny’s plan. His immaturity at targeting the Bellagio just so he could get revenge for Tess. But she understood it. She was just surprised Rusty had let him get away with it. And while she was furious, she never dreamed that Danny would rope her into this round. A part of her was bitter. But another part, a larger one, was ready to move on. What good was it waiting on the back burner for Danny to sheepishly admit that he needed her help and maybe...maybe she’d get the right cut? What infuriated her today was what she spotted on the casino floor. A leggy brunette in a shimmering, tight dress wandering around by the slot machines with a far off look in her eyes. A woman who didn’t care move or touch a machine until Terry Benedict himself walked past her and then she sprang into action. Even with a mouthful of scotch on her tongue, Lou didn’t react when the woman pulled the lever and the machine started hollering all around that she’d hit the jackpot. So this was Danny’s plan. She panned the room for one of Danny’s guys, seeing no one at all working the floor. That was bullshit. And then a suited man went up to the brunette and grabbed her wrist too tight. Letting her walk but also dragging her. Not good. Not safe. Not the way Danny Ocean should be treating someone on his team. Most definitely, not the way he should be treating his sister. Leaving her alone.

Lou was on her feet at once, her eyes trailing after the gorgeous woman she was 99.9% sure was Deborah Ocean but then she paused. If she made her move and tried to step in and save her, what would that do? Fuck Danny and his whole team over. Alert Benedict to any changes they made in the system. It would be stupid even if part of her was itching to completely ruin a Danny Ocean job. A bonus if she could walk free with Debbie on her arm straight towards his precious fountain show. The blonde let out a strangled sigh. She would have to wait. But she would have to make it known: Debbie Ocean was better than this. She shouldn’t have been working with Danny. She shouldn’t have to work alone. She should be working with Lou as her partner, right by her side.

Lou didn’t have to wait long, or plot out her moves like she’d thought. Debbie Ocean found her. Lou watched with a smirk as Debbie played the same game she did, swapping chips with ease out at the table. Fucking over the dealer. Taking from the house. One black chip at a time. Lou was impressed. She’d met her match and she had a suspicious feeling it was going to be absolutely glorious.

That afternoon, Lou headed to the pool, hidden behind a ridiculous pair of huge sunglasses and a wide brim hat. The blonde spotted Debbie on a lounge chair with her eyes closed, a hand gripped firmly around what looked suspiciously like a Pina Colada. Lou’s lips slid into a smile as she headed towards her, the sudden shadow immersing the Ocean causing her to blink her eyes open in confusion. Lou stood still as a statute, blocking out the sun as amber honey eyes found hers.

“Hello,” Lou whispered. Debbie didn’t offer a greeting in exchange so the Australian invited herself into the chair beside her, sitting down and letting her long legs shimmer in the sun as she stretched out. “I think...we have something in common.”

“I got there first,” Debbie hissed, but her eyes remained soft.

She had the feeling that Debbie Ocean usually did the pitching and not many people survived pitching their ideas to her.

“I know,” the blonde nodded. She’d stolen the table from her when she saw the table was hot.

Lou took a stack of cash from the pocket of her shorts and slid it towards Debbie.

“I don’t want a cut,” Debbie sighed. But her fingers danced near the stack.

“Do you know what a savannah is?” Lou asked with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Debbie nodded. “Past posting at a roulette wheel. Double act. A mechanic snd a payout.”

“That’s exactly right,” Lou smiled.

Debbie nodded to herself.

“I’m Debbie,” she finally offered, extended her hand.

Lou gripped it and shook it once before Debbie dropped it, Lou immediately wishing she hadn’t let go. That she’d kissed it instead. That she could feel the electricity thrumming between them for even a second more.

“Lou Miller,” she offers. “I knew your brother.” She admits.

“Who didn’t?” Debbie sighed. Lou wonders if she’s imagining the disappointment that flashes across her face.

“Not like that,” Lou chuckled. “We did some work together.”

“So did we,” Debbie spoke, her face hardening. “Had a little trouble settling.”

“So did I,” Lou perked up. This could bring them together.

“So,” Debbie smirked. “We were at that table together by accident?”

“Of course,” Lou drawled, leaning back to stare up at the sun.

They both share a laugh, each knowing it was a little bit of fate, but more a bit of planning.

“What are you thinking?” The brunette whispered.

“I’m thinking I need a partner,” Lou smiled to herself. “And I know you’d be the perfect one.”

The blonde turned with a grin to face Debbie and waited to see if she was right.

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Chapter 12: Stone's POV

A/N: Ugh, I keep forgetting to post! Sorry about that. I’ll try to post the next chapter soon. Please like and comment, it keeps me going!

TW for vomiting

They make it to Bakersfield – like four hours – without talking, aside from occasional pleasantries. Stone thinks Eddie might even be asleep at one point, and he’s getting pretty tired himself when Eddie suddenly says, his voice hesitant and awkward, “Did I… do something?”

“What?” Stone asks in surprise, because he’s been really spaced out and his brain has to catch up. “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie says uncomfortably. “We were talking and stuff and now it’s… never mind.”

“Okay,” Stone says, and he knows he’s being an ass but he’s too tired to care. Eddie turns away and stares out his window and Stone can see in its reflection he’s starting to tear up. He sighs. “Ed…” he starts, but can’t think of anything else to say. He’s not mad at Eddie anyway, he’s guilty, but he can hardly say that. “I’m just tired,” he finishes and feels even worse for lying, but Eddie glances over and he looks so relieved Stone can’t help but feel a little better.

“Okay, that’s fine,” he says, offering a tiny smile, and Stone nods. “We don’t have to talk then.”

“Cool,” Stone says. Silence for a few minutes. Then, “Uh, do you maybe want to drive for a while?” He thinks it’s a little rude to ask, but his eyes are actually burning and he keeps thinking there are dark shapes in the road, so maybe it’s safer if Eddie drives anyway.

“Yeah, of course,” Eddie says, and Stone pulls over instantly, rubbing his eyes for a minute before he climbs out and walks around to the other side, his legs aching. He pauses to stretch for a moment before he climbs in the passenger seat; Eddie’s already in the driver’s side, waiting.

“Are you doing okay?” Eddie asks cautiously as he pulls out. Stone glances over, frowning.

“Yeah, why?” he says, and wonders if maybe Eddie’s asking so he’ll ask too. “Are you?”

“Yeah…?” Eddie says like it’s a question, seemingly equally confused. “I just meant because you’re pretty quiet, you know.”

“I’m just tired,” Stone says again, resting his head on the headrest. He doesn’t bother looking over to see if Eddie believes him – he’s busy trying not to think about Beth on the off chance Eddie can read minds.

“Okay,” Eddie says after a minute. Then he adds in a rush, “Just because Chris is fucked up doesn’t mean you can’t be.”

“I know,” Stone says, clenching his hands into fists and forcing himself to breathe evenly. “Can we just keep driving, please?”

Maybe Eddie hears something in his voice, because he nods and stops asking questions. There’s silence for a long minute and Stone suddenly wishes he was with Andy, a painful ache in his chest that says that Andy would know exactly what to say and how to make him feel better, and all of a sudden he hates Eddie for being Eddie and not Andy, for being necessary.

“What?” Eddie says, making him jump, and Stone realizes that he’s glaring.

“Nothing,” he says sharply, and goes back to staring out the window. What the fuck is wrong with me? He suddenly feels like he can’t control or hold back any of his emotions, and it comes up all at once by throwing up.

Everywhere.

“Holy shit!” Eddie shrieks, slamming on the brakes and nearly going off the road. Stone squeezes his eyes shut, nauseous.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans out, looking at his car. Now it’s stained with both Chris’s blood and his puke.

“Okay, there’s a gas station up here,” Eddie says through his hand over his mouth. He looks like he might throw up himself. “We can get some paper towels, we have more clothes in the back –” He gags violently. “Shit.”

“I’m sorry,” Stone says miserably, digging a couple of napkins out of the glovebox and fruitlessly trying to wipe himself off.

“Don’t, you’ll just rub it in,” Eddie says, a little sharply, and Stone winces and stops. That’s the last thing he needs.

“Fuck, this is gonna smell for the whole trip now,” he mutters. Eddie wrinkles his nose.

“It’s only a few more hours,” he says weakly, pulling into the gas station. “They probably have air fresheners or something in there anyway.”

“Yeah, true,” Stone mutters, and carefully unbuckles his seatbelt and holds it away from his body. Eddie gets out and goes inside, and after a few minutes returns and opens Stone’s door, handing him a wad of paper towels.

“Okay, uh, try to step out and wipe your stuff off a little and I’ll get your bag out of the back.”

“Cool,” Stone says, because this is actually a nightmare and it’s all he can think of to say. He carefully stands up, shaking the puke off his shirt, and peels it off, wiping himself off with the paper towels. He ditches the shirt – it was pretty old anyway – and pulls off his shoes.

It takes them almost a full hour to clean up the car – and Stone – before they load it up with about ten air fresheners and finally start driving again. Stone stays totally silent, still utterly humiliated, and Eddie is clearly too busy pretending he’s not gagging to carry on a conversation.

“Stop,” Stone snaps, suddenly angry. It’s almost more humiliating for Eddie to pretend it’s not bothering him than to just admit it.

“What?” Eddie asks innocently, and Stone glares at him viciously until he sighs. “Okay, it’s not that bad. I just have a weak stomach.”

“Jesus,” Stone mutters, not even sure why he’s so upset. Again, he finds himself wishing he was with Andy, and then he feels guilty. Eddie’s fine – he’s just not the right person right now. It suddenly occurs to Stone that Andy’s mom has been calling – he could always ask Eddie to stop again and call her back. He’s just opening his mouth to tell Eddie to find a place to stop when he remembers they’re already an hour off track.

“What?” Eddie says, looking over. Stone shakes his head. “What were you going to say?”

“Nothing,” Stone says, and realizes how petulant he sounds. He sighs. “Andy’s mom has been calling me.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, still seeming a little confused. “And… you want to know why?”

“No, I was just… thinking,” Stone says. “Of calling her back, but we’re already off track.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, looking a little guilty, like he was the one who puked everywhere. “I mean, we can stop if you need to…”

“I’m good,” Stone says, like it would be ridiculous not to be. “Just keep driving.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. “Uh… want to play the questions game again?”

Stone shakes his head, and feels a little guilty at how disappointed Eddie looks – but not disappointed enough to play Twenty Questions with him. He would rather jump off a cliff than talk right now.

Around three, they stop at a gas station and load up on coffee – they still have two hours left to go. Stone is so tired he’s starting to cheer up out of sheer delirium, and Eddie’s clearly had way too much caffeine – they’re both laughing so hard the car is swerving all over the place, and Stone can’t even bring himself to be worried.

“Jesus,” he gasps out. “It can be taken different ways, okay, it’s not –”

“That’s what she said!” Eddie nearly screams out, and Stone starts choking again.

“Oh my god,” he wheezes out, and Eddie swerves so hard they go into the oncoming lane for a minute, barely missing a passing semi. For a second they stare in horror, and then Eddie takes a giant sip of coffee and Stone cracks up again, and Eddie does too.

“Okay, pull over, pull over,” he croaks out, because his car is in serious danger. Eddie is roaring with laughter, but he somehow guides the car to the shoulder and they sit there for a minute just doubled over, tears streaming down their faces.

“Okay, I think that’s enough coffee,” Eddie giggles, and Stone picks up the cups and dumps them out the window, making Eddie shriek with laughter again.

“Stone,” he chokes out, pounding his knee desperately, and Stone bursts out laughing too. He can’t help it.

“Okay, okay,” he says after a minute, calming a little. Eddie is still grinning. “We gotta start driving again.”

“Fine,” Eddie laughs out. “You wanna drive?”

“Sure,” Stone says, hopping out. He shoots Eddie a quick smile as they pass each other and settles into the driver’s seat. “Where exactly are we going, anyway? Do you still have the map?”

“I think it got puked on,” Eddie says, clearly trying not to laugh again. “It’s okay, once we get into San Diego I can just tell you where to go. Probably.”

“Oh, that’s reassuring,” Stone says sarcastically, but he smiles so Eddie knows he’s joking. “I guess I’ll just keep going the same way, then.”

“Sweet,” Eddie says, and Stone instantly starts laughing again.

“You are such a surfer,” he says, and Eddie laughs a little, embarrassed. Stone elbows him lightly. “Cowabunga, duuuude,” he says very sincerely. Eddie just rolls his eyes, smiling. “You know you love it,” Stone tells him.

“Definitely,” Eddie says. After a minute his smile fades a little. “How do you think Chris is doing?” he asks cautiously. Stone sighs.

“At this time of night, he’s either passed out or blissfully drunk,” he says, and Eddie shoots him a look. Stone frowns. “He’s fine,” he says seriously. “Jeff’s with him, and if he’s not, it’s because he’s fine. So you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know,” Eddie says reluctantly. “I guess I just have to get used to it.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of all this stuff,” Stone says. “And despite how people act, you’re not the only transplant. Jeff is from Montana, actually, he hasn’t lived here that long.”

“Really?” Eddie says in shock. “Everyone’s acting like I’m such an outsider – I mean, not that many people,” he adds quickly, probably noticing how pissed Stone looks. He still can’t believe people are being rude to Eddie about that. “It’s just ironic, is all.”

“Yeah, it’s stupid,” Stone mutters. “People here can be real asses.”

“Most people have been nice so far,” Eddie offers. Stone nods, even though he doubts Eddie is telling the truth.

“That’s good,” he says. There’s silence for a while, and then Stone realizes Eddie is laughing quietly. “What?” he asks, glancing over and smiling. Eddie just shakes his head.

“I was just thinking… I really could’ve used that coffee,” he laughs, and Stone grins.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he says. “We can always stop and get some more if you want.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Eddie says. “We’re already gonna be there really late, anyway.”

“Oh, should you call your mom so she knows we’re still coming?” Stone asks. “She was expecting us at midnight, it might be a little weird to show up at like six in the morning.”

“It’s fine,” Eddie says dismissively, and Stone raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Are you sure?” he says. “I’d definitely want to know if I were her. And we’re gonna be really late.”

Eddie sighs heavily and Stone glances at him curiously. “The thing is… she doesn’t really know I’m coming,” he says, and starts giggling again.

“What?” Stone chokes out. “She doesn’t know we’re coming? Will she even let us stay there?”

“Yeah, of course,” Eddie says, but he doesn’t sound convinced. “It was her idea for me to visit him, anyway.”

“So your plan was just for us to show up in the middle of the night and convince her to let us hang for a few days?”

“Well… yeah,” Eddie says, and Stone can’t help but laugh too.

“Jesus,” is all he can think to say. “Wow. This trip is a fucking mess.”

“Yeah,” Eddie laughs. “Ah, fuck.”

“Fuck,” Stone agrees weakly, smiling too. “Let’s get more coffee.”

“Can we afford it?” Eddie says, and they both crack up again.

“Not really,” Stone admits. “We can just take turns driving and napping.”

“Deal,” Eddie says. Stone shakes his head a little, smiling.

“What time does your mom get up, anyway?” he asks. “Will she be up at six, or is it one of those families where six is like the middle of the night?”

“I think she gets up around seven,” Eddie says doubtfully. “So it’s not like it’ll be crazy early. We’re fine.”

“Okay,” Stone says, although he’s still a little doubtful, especially about his presence – maybe Ed’s mom is cool with her son dropping by occasionally, but he doubts she likes him to bring his grungy friends. “Are you sure you don’t want to call or something first? Because we still can.”

“Stone, it’s like four,” Eddie says with a laugh. “She really would be mad if I called her right now.”

“Okay, okay,” Stone says reluctantly. “Just don’t want to spend the night in my car.”

“Too late for that,” Eddie says, and Stone laughs. “Don’t worry, she’ll let us stay. She’s very much a mom.”

“I believe you,” Stone says. “You know, by the time we get there we’ll have been up for almost twenty four hours.”

“Trust me, I know,” Eddie says, rubbing his eyes. “I think I’m gonna let myself sleep for a little while, if you don’t mind?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Stone says. He figures talking to Eddie is only making him slightly less drowsy anyway. Eddie nods.

“Sweet,” he says again, and Stone hides his smirk. “Wake me up when you get too tired and I’ll drive.”

“Sweet,” Stone mimics, and Eddie shoots him a dirty look before he settles down and lets his eyes close. Stone turns his focus to the road.

“Hey, Eddie,” he says, thoughtfully, and then winces when he remembers Ed’s trying to sleep.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, opening his eyes just enough to squint at Stone curiously. Stone shakes his head.

“I wanted to talk about something…” he starts, but chickens out. “Your mom’s not a bitch, right?”

“Only sometimes,” Eddie says with a half-smile, and closes his eyes again. Stone sighs and settles back into the seat.

It’s going to be a long drive.

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