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Boxing and Cute Boys

1st #fifteenminutewriting @adela-topaz-caelon here’s your lil short! Hope you enjoy!😘 thank you for being so kind!😍❤️😩

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You were in the middle of working out at Feldstein’s Boxing Club—mid-swing— when a huge, ring-donning hand stops your swing.

“Who the fuck—“ you stop mid sentence and almost gawk for a second. “Excuse me? Who do you think you are?”

“A fella who wants to perfect that swing.” He jives with a little half smile. Cocking your head to the side, you look up at him, his blue eyes captivating you.

“Listen I don’t need-“ he shushes you, gasping your wrist and pulling your thumb out and over, tucking it against your fingers.

“When you swing like that, you’ll break your thumb if you aren’t careful. Now, your wrist and the back of your hand should be parallel. Keep your wrist straight, it adds strength. Now swing, darlin’.” He assures, and as your fist connects with the bag, you feel a new sense of power. It felt so natural to punch the way he showed you.

“Hey, you any good at lifting?” You call out as he saunters away. Glancing over his shoulder at you, he winks and grabs the doorknob.

“I’ll be here tomorrow at five a.m for lifting.” You feel a giggle erupt from your chest as you plan to wear the shortest shorts you can find and your cutest sports bra. Giddy with excitement, you finish up and take a shower. Once you get to your home, you take a relaxing bath, putting on some floral lotion and squishing some product into your hair. A smile graced your lips as you fell asleep.

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Fifteen Minutes of Fame: Kozik and the Cop

@adela-topaz-caelon here’s a lil thing for you😘😘

You had asked to drive the bike, and Kozik reluctantly agreed, riding bitch on his own motorcycle wasn’t his favorite but for you, he’d do anything. You were cranking it around ninety and when Kozik saw the cop car it was too late. The cop whips around, sirens blaring as he flies up behind you. You consider for a moment, running away but decide to pull over.

“Jesus babe.” He mutters in your ear as you both swing your legs off the bike.

“Sorry, hunny.” You giggle, covering your mouth.

“Aw Christ.” He grumbles as the cop reads the words that adorn his kutte.

‘Redwood Sons of Anarchy’

“A Son, huh?” The cop all but huffs, a stupid smirk on his face.

“Yes sir.” He nods.

“You got a license, Son?” He digs, giving him a raised brow.

“Yes sir.” He nods, handing over his driver me license and his bike papers.

“Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?” He asks as he cuffs Kozik for ‘safety measures’.

“Honestly, no sir. I was so mind blown by the speed. I wasn’t really looking.” You Shrug, giving him a dazzling, vixenish smirk.

“Well. You know this fella is in a motorcycle gang notorious for killing people and running guns, right?” You look shocked, glancing between Kozik and the cop.

“No sir! I had no idea!” You gasp, winking to Kozik.

“Well I’ll let you two go with a warning, but be careful, darlin’.” He nods, uncuffing Kozik and getting into the cruiser. Once he pulls away, Kozik grabs you around the waist, growling in your ear.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl.” You groan at his words, practically clawing at his shoulders to pull him closer.

“Yes, I have. Punish me.” You beg, nibbling on his earlobe, your hot breath sending a chill down his spine.

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Fifteen Minutes of Fame #2: Shane Walsh

Shane Walsh, the meanest man in your group, thanks especially to Lori. She used him so often that you hated even being around them. She would string him along and slice the string, leaving him confused and hurt. When Shane got that way he would put up walls and angry fronts like a storm before a rainbow.

“Hey Walsh.”

“Shut up.” He grumbles, never looking at you as he stomps passed to his tent.

“What’s wrong now?” You ask, quick to follow behind him.

“Nothing.”

“Sure, I believe that; not.” You snide. Twisting to face you, you can see the anger, the fear, and the confusion swirling in his dark eyes like small hurricanes.

“Nothing is wrong. Okay?” You back up and turn, walking away. Sniffing out Lori by her whore stench she radiated, you find her in her tent.

“…we gotta stay away from Shane for a little while okay? He doesn’t feel—“

“Oh he doesn’t? Maybe it’s because you can’t decide whether you want to fuck him or give him the cold shoulder! You can’t stand anyone else having a chance at him, but you just treat him like a dog you like sometimes. You make me sick, you vixen bitch. I hope you catch incurable diseases.” You spit at the ground by her feet, glaring at her. She stands opposite of you in disbelief, in sickening shock and disgust.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself talking to a woman like that in front of her son.”

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself first. For trying to share Carl like a custody battle and then changing your mind in the next hour because Shane looked at you the wrong way. You’re a real piece of work, lady.” You rage, scoffing in her face before stalking away. Finding the edge of the quarry lake, you perch on a stone and get comfortable, legs crossed beneath you, watching the water ripple slowly.

“Hey.” Shane’s low drawl calls to you from a little ways away.

“Listen, I don’t need any bullshit from you. Okay?” You nip, never looking back at him.

“I wanted to say thanks.”

“That’s great. Go thank someone else.” You mutter, looking at the lone walker stumbling across the road almost a mile away.

“Hey, thank you.” He coos, standing in front of you and kneeling on the gravel.

“Sure.” You shrug, looking at the vast emptiness around you; anything but him.

“Hey, for a girl who doesn’t like me, that was pretty nice.” He chuckles, taking your cheeks in his palms and making you look at him. “I like you, darlin’.” He whispers. Leaning in, a breath away, your lips connect in a warm, sweet, electrifying kiss.

“I like you too, Walsh.” You giggle breathily.

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Fifteen minutes of Fame #3: Rick Flag

I love Rick Flag and the last movie didn’t do him justice.❤️😭😘❤️

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A Week Before the Mission:

“This is y/f/n y/l/n. Harley Quinn’s best friend. She has excellent hearing, and is very good in silence. Need someone in or out without a sound, it’s her.”

Day One of the Mission:

“Quit doin’ that shit!” Flag barks, glowering at you for the third time as you wisp past and graze his shoulder.

You only giggle, as Flag finally sends everyone into their rooms for the night. Harley gets a knock on the window, a giggle erupts from the blonde crazy girl as she opens the window and Mister J comes in.

You wander the halls for a little while. Finally getting back to your room, you step in and you can hear Harley and Mister J in the pool 4 floors down and you start to gag.

Flipping on the TV, you max out the volume and lay down comfortably, ready for bed; when a knock sounds and you nearly jump out of your own skin.

Grabbing the door handle, you swing it wide and find Flag standing there in his boxers frowning at you tiredly.

“Will you turn that shit off? I thought you were good at hearing!” He nips, his drawl thick and gravelly.

“I can hear Quinn and Joker in the pool, so I couldn’t sleep. Sorry.” You flip him off, stepping to your side table and click off the TV.

“Thanks.”

“Hey Flaggy?” You call, popping a hip out a little to accentuate your curves, you watch his eyes linger on your chest and hips. “Could you maybe just let me stay in your room? It’s on the other end of the hall so I won’t be able to hear Harley.” You smile and earn a distracted nod. He leads you to his room by the hand, allowing you the bed.

“Flaggy, we share the bed.” You smile, kissing his cheeks and drawing him down onto the bed.

“Yeah I don’t —“

“I don’t care either.” You smirk, nuzzling against him like a cat.