#valance probably needs a hug

[under-ivy]

new valance fic! this one features lash :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/46573315

[cranberrv]

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ prom song (gone wrong)

in which dallas winston is totally whipped!

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you were always too kind to dallas. he was like a feral street cat, someone that people often tended to stray away from, knowing his unpredictable tendencies. you had heard the rumours, you knew about the way he talked to girls at the drive in, the violent threats directed to anyone who looks at him funny. he was dangerous. but, you never saw that side of him. someone who was described as scary and violent, was also someone who greeted you with a smile whenever he saw you. someone who seemed to genuinely care about you.

there was one day where you were at the diner with your friends, giggling and sipping milkshakes. you were wearing pink sundress with a little bow on the neckline, fiddling with the cherry stem from your vanilla milkshake in your manicured hand, talking to your friend about the record you wanted to buy. as you were talking, dallas and his friend, johnny cade, walked in. you notice the change in atmosphere, the way the diner went quiet as soon as they walked in. you don’t understand how dallas is so confidentally awkward, he stands at the front of the diner with his hands tucked in the pockets of his leather jacker. you smile as you see him make johnny choose where to sit. you’re blithely unaware of the fact that the only reason he’s so awkward is because his little crush is here — you.

johnny whispers something to dallas, chucking as they walk past. you look up to watch them walk past, along with the other people in the diner. johnny is doing a good job at ignoring the glares from the stuck-up socs, and dallas was too, avoiding eye contact with anyone, until he locked eyes with you. he couldn’t seem to pull away.

instantly, a smile lights up your face when his gorgeous eyes meet yours. you mouth ‘hi’ and he just nods his head, trying desperately to play it cool. your friends notice the interaction, and one of them nudges you. “the hell was that, huh?” one of the girls giggles.

“nothing, me ‘n dallas are friends,” you reply, suddenly shy gaze drifitng towards the stem in your hand.

“..right,” the other girl nods softly, not buying it for a second. “hey, you know i heard he broke up with sylvia?” she adds quickly, looking for any excuse to gossip. “she cheated on him ‘cause he was too hung up on another girl, would barely even kiss her. it’s probably you that he wants, y/n,”

“what?” blush instantly rises to your face. “no way, me and him are friends, he doesn’t like me that way. plus, he likes girls like cherry valance. i’m not like her.”

“uh huh. well, he’s still looking at you, so..” she shrugs, giving a sarcastic wave to dallas, snapping him out of his trance.

dallas blinks. johnny laughs. he’s feeling an emotion that’s rare for him to experience: embarassment. dallas winston is embarassed. he just got caught staring at a rich girl who is totally out of his league, and to make it worse, her bitchy friends are making fun of him for it.

you glance at dallas again when your friend says that he was staring. your friend must’ve exagerrated, because he’s certainly not looking now, he’s busy telling johnny to shut up about something. you tilt your head and gaze for a second longer, then look away.

the rest of the stay at the diner goes as usual. your and your friends giggling and chatting, ordering a second milkshake, laughing when one of your friend giggles so much that milkshake comes out of their nose. but you’re still thinking about dallas — the way he nodded at you, the way he was more awkward with you than anyone else. it confuses you, why can’t he just be normal?

after you and your friends finish up, you pay and make your way out of the diner. dallas quickly stands up, he can’t just let you go, he’s not like that! when he see’s a pretty girl, he doesn’t wait. you’ve been an exception, after sylvia he’s enjoyed the peace of just watching you, but now he needs to do something.

you and your friends are hugging, saying your goodbyes as they get into their cadillac and you get ready to walk home. you don’t live far. the little jingle of the bell at the diner door catches your attention, paired with the slight slam of the door of whoever walked out. whoever left wasn’t gentle.

your friends leave, and you start walking, not looking back. dallas was outside, zoned out and staring at you from behind in your pretty dress. but he comes to his senses once you turn a corner. he huffs and takes a second to light a cigarette — he’s addicted to the them — then goes to follow you.

“hey, uh, y/n,” he calls out, taking a drag as he follows you. if anyone on the street was watching this, it would catch their attention. a roughed up greaser trying to catch the attention of a gorgeous soc.

you turn around, stopping in your tracks. “oh— hi dallas!” you smile, walking over to him.

“uh— hey, hi,” he says, suddenly forgetting what he was going to say. this never happens.

“did you need something?” you ask.

he freezes. yes, he did need something. he needed your touch and your smile and your time. but he can’t just say that, can he? and to be honest, you leave him with a loss of words too often, so if he did have an excuse, it’s gone now.

you wait patiently for him to speak. if you knew dallas well, you’d know he was never like this. but this is truly the only side of dallas you know, the wanna-be bad boy who is unable to communicate. you don’t mind, you find it endearing.

“nah, man,” he finally says, regaining himself. he chuckles awkwardly and takes a drag of his cigarette. “jus’ wanted to say hey, haven’t seen ya in a bit,”

“oh, mkay,” you say softly, nodding along.

there’s another stretch of silence. he speaks after a while. “so, uh, you’re good?”

you nod again. “mhm, i’m good. are you?”

“yeah,” he breathes out.

“hey, um,” you start, because this is truly going absolutely nowhere. “walk me home?” you ask, smiling sweetly up at him. he swears his heart stops right there.

it’s like you know him, know his hints better than anyone. you knew what he was to frozen to ask for. he smiles, a kind-of crooked, bashful smile. it makes you smile even more.

“yeah, doll,” he nods, starting to walk. you follow quickly. “put your hand in mine.”

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a/n — i’m sososo sorry this is ass haha but i haven’t posted in forever n i miss writing sosososo much! hopefully more fics soon 😊 also do we like the new layout?????!!!!

[outsidersheadcanons]

The gang's type in girls??? (I NEED TO KNOW 😭)

Okayyy :D

Darry: He likes girls who are down to earth and responsible. He really wants someone he can count on and trust. Maybe even someone he can be vulnerable to??? I feel like appearances don't matter AS much to him, Darry doesn't seem to be shallow. But he does like brunettes

Soda: This might sound sad but he likes pretty much anyone. who's nice to him (and he gets himself into SO MANY bad relationships because of this 🚩). When Soda falls in love, he feels it with his whole heart :( his type besides that would probably be girls who like to have fun (girls who like to go to drag races or dances and can keep up with him. It will be like 4 AM and he'll be like "You wanna hit another party 😀" For appearances Soda can't decide if he likes dark hair or light hair better. Except after Sandy I DEFINITELY think he can't look at girls w/ light hair the same again 😭

Ponyboy: Right now he likes red hair a lot. And he likes girls he can talk to for hours. You know the kind you can watch sunsets with? (It's Cherry Valance. He likes Cherry Valance.)

Johnny: Tbh I don't think he's given it much thought. Bro's more focused on survival ☹️ (But if he wasn't? I think he'd have similar tastes to Ponyboy and Darry. Someone who he could just. talk to about everything and someone who could give him structure.)

Two-bit: Marcia 😍 (Similarly to Soda, he wants someone who can keep up with him. He also wants a girl with a good sense of humor, and who wears nice perfume. He likes short hair too. (Idk why but he doesn't mind bigger girls either))

Dally: Human females 💀 (You DO NOT want this man interested in you. "where my hug at man 🥵")

Steve: He's the most shallow out of the gang, bro's mind has been warped by dirty magazines (but he's not completely hopeless) but he likes girls who live on the edge. Girls who wouldn't mind him doing like 100 on a freeway 😭

[lowkeyrobin]

AUAUUGJGHJ have i told u how cool u are. like ur writing several requests at a time while managing writers block. like u handle it and still be able to write so well??? thats so cool?? i js adore ur work idk atp..

so ermm maybe some poly preferences w sparrow!ben and klaus dating reader,, would wanna see how they worked it out esp w ben being there yk :3

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awe tysm I appreciate this shit sm it's not even funny A; but yeah I could totally try!! hopefully this came out well idk LOLLL; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

SPARROW! BEN & KLAUS ; sharing isn't caring

summary; dating sparrow! ben and klaus is fucking hell on earth

warnings; language

disclaimers; no harcest.... gtfo, also the other sparrows aren't dead, pretend the grandfather paradox didn't happen

word count ; 471

masterlist

they're both go out and party guys, whether you like it or not

you're constantly going out to clubs and parties (and probably acting as the one watching over them. if not then Ben is watching over you and Klaus)

if you'd prefer to stay in over going out then there's a little spinner thing in the kitchen that decides what they're doing that free night / weekend

^ some nights it's just sitting around watching movies, others it's you and Klaus having a mini fashion show as you await ben coming home from the club w the other sparrows, and sometimes it's you and ben cooking awaiting klaus' return from the bar with five and luther

you do go out as a trio though

and you try to not make it obvious you're dating both of them, at least to strangers

even 2024 isn't that safe for poly ppl

sometimes you all just mutually agree to do one thing, but you mostly have different desires so you try and mix them all together

like if you wanna go on a jog, Klaus wants to go shopping and Ben wants to run some errands, you walk to wherever Ben needs to go and head to the grocery store afterwards / in between (whatevers more convenient)

that doesn't mean your plans don't get switched up tho

you're the most unorganized ppl ever.

reginald would be dissapointed in them (well.. Ben, mostly)

you usually have aux in the car / in the house

but you do rock paper scissors for it most the time and you always win

klaus usually plays stuff like april skies, streetwalker, queer, etc (like 90s grunge (?)) or classic rap / hip hop. the occasional song like come clean or sailor song, probably mix in some she wants revenge and the cure tho

he'd unironically make yall listen to foxszn and 3drinkz all the time

ben is a kind of an early 2000s rock fan but won't actually admit it. like paramore, linkin park, 3 days grace, he was an emo kid

but he usually plays like classic rock or songs you can like dance too iykwim

klaus is a physical affection guy while ben is more into acts of service

"can I get a hug??? 😔😔"

"you need anything? I'll grab you some more-"

they're so sweet I can't

they lowkey don't fight over you at all

I mean they're bros from other hoes

they argue about those doing dishes and shit not over you 💀💀💀

music vibes cause I'm running out of ideas..

the promise ; when in rome

somewhere in my heart ; aztec camera

the bad touch ; bloodhound gang

last night ; fox szn & 3drinkz

big love ; she wants revenge

taste ; sabrina carpenter

nasty dog ; sir-mix-a-lot

the baddest ; joey valance & brae

[omgsquee2001]

Chapter 4: Meeting Cherry Valance

Dally went through the little whole in the fence that they always used for getting into the outdoor movie. Ponyboy followed, then Johnny, then Jenny, and then Irene. She gripped Ponyboy's forearm, and let him pull her through. It wasn't that they didn't have the money, they did, but they preferred to get in the illegal way, and they followed Dally. Johnny took Irene’s hand, intertwining their fingers together, walking side by side. They sat down behind two Soc girls, one with shoulder-blade length, curly, cherry red hair. The other Soc had jaw length, straight black hair. The black haired one looked at the red head.

"Are you sure you wana do this?" The black haired one asked.

"I came here to see a movie, and I'm gonna see a movie!" The red haired one said. The thing that made Irene pretty upset, was that Dally decided to flirt with the red head. She knew that Dally was a playboy, but he also needed to know when enough was enough. The girl turned around.

"Will ya leave us alone and shut your trap!" The girl snapped. Irene looked at the red head.

"Hey, would ya mind, my boyfriend, my brother, and my best friends and I are tryn' to watch a movie." She said. The red head rolled her eyes, and turned back around. Dally tried to recline in the seat, and rest his feet next to the Soc, but fell. Pony and Irene burst out laughing. After a while of trying to piss the Soc off, Johnny stood up.

"Dally leave 'er alone!" Johnny said in a quiet, yet commanding voice. Jenny, Pony, and Irene were in a state of shock. They had never heard Johnny speak up against Dally. It made Irene slightly jealous that Johnny stood up for the Soc but never really stood up for Irene. Dally looked up at Johnny in a look of anger and disbelief.

"Wh-what did you just say to me?!" Dally asked. Johnny looked at him.

"Come on Dally, leave 'er alone." Johnny said, a little quieter this time. Dally sighed.

"Alright, I know when I'm not needed." Dally said. Irene sighed. She tugged on Johnny’s Jeans-jacket sleeve, trying to get him to sit down again. Irene sighed. She didn’t really feel like staying at the movie anymore. She looked at her brother and boyfriend.

"I-I'm gonna head home. Darry'll have my head for bein' out so late. You should be thinkin' bout headin' home as well, Pony. God knows that Darry'll whoop both our butts for stayin' out this late on a school night." She said, and forced a smile. Ponyboy nodded.

"Okay. Be safe, Irene." Ponyboy said, and hugged her. She hugged back, kissed Jenny on the forehead, and gave Johnny a kiss.

Ponyboy sat by the red head, while Johnny sat by the black haired, Jenny sitting next to Johnny. The red head looked at Ponyboy.

"What's ya name?" The girl asked. He looked at her.

"Me?" He asked. The red head giggled.

"Who else would I be talkn' to?" She asked. Ponyboy blushed.

"Um, m-my name's Ponyboy, Ponyboy Curtis." He said. The girl looked at him like a weed in a field of flowers, wondering how it got there.

"Ponyboy huh? That's a unique name." She said. Ponyboy smiled.

"My pa was an unique man. I have an older brother named Sodapop, and a younger sister named Irene. Says so on their birth certificates." Ponyboy said with pride in his siblings. The girl nodded.

"Nice. My name's Sherry, Sherry Valance, but you can call me Cherry, if ya want. That's what my boyfriend an' my friends call me. This is Marcia," she said, gesturing to the Soc with the black hair. Ponyboy looked like he had been deflated. His shoulders slumped, and he looked down. Cherry looked at him. "Was your sister the one who that hood walked out on?" Cherry asked. Ponyboy nodded.

"Yeah. That was my sister. But, Dally ain’t her boyfriend,” he gestured to Johnny. “Johnny here is her boyfriend. Johnny and Irene have been together since she was fourteen. Johnny said he's thinkn' 'bout given' 'er a promise ring. Dally ain't that bad, really." Ponyboy said. Cherry nodded.

"I see. Ya know, not all of us Socs are like that." She said. Ponyboy looked at her quizzically.

"Are like what?" He asked. Cherry shrugged.

"Ya know, runnn' around, jumpn' you greasers, gettn' drunk twenty four seven. Not all of us are like that." She said. Ponyboy nodded.

"Yeah well, Irene's mind has been set already. She believes that all Socs are like that. Been bullied and jumped to many times." Ponyboy said. Cherry nodded.

"I see." She said. Two-bit snuck up behind them, and scared them. Two-Bit looked around.

"Hey, where's your sister, Pony?" Two asked. Ponyboy looked at him.

"She left. Johnny here was defendin’ Cherry here when Dally was takin’ it too far. Irene probably took it the wrong way and said she was headn' home." Ponyboy said. Johnny looked down, feeling bad. Two-Bit sighed and nodded.

“Alright,” He gently punched Johnny in the shoulder, making the kid look up. “Hey, don’t you worry, Johnnycake. I’ll find Irene and explain to ‘er.” Two-Bit said. Tim Shepard walked up. He was like another brother to Irene, and he loved her like a little sister, so when ever someone hurt her, physically or emotionally, Tim would hunt them down, and challenge them to a fight.

"Hey, where's Irene and ol' Dal?" Tim asked. Ponyboy looked at TIm.

"Irene went home, Tim." Ponyboy said. Two looked at Tim. Tim nodded.

“Well, Dally owes me some damn money!” Tim shouted, clearly pissed. Two-Bit shook his head.

“Well he ain’t here, Tim. Move along.” Two said. He looked down at the kids. “Hey, Dally got his switch on im?” Two-Bit asked. Ponyboy and Johnny shook their heads.

"Probably not." Ponyboy said. Two-Bit nodded.

"Good deal, Tim will fight fare if Dally don't have a switch." Two-Bit said. The movie soon ended, and Ponyboy walked Cherry home. That is where all the trouble got worse, double time. With her, and with Darry.

[nemossubmarine]

Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory RP #43

After coming up from the depths of the New Dawn, Gimlet asks Larssen to show him the body of Inquisitor Engarde, so he is taken to the mortuary of the ship. Engarde is definitely missing a lot of his face, looks like he was shot straight in the face with some kind of plasma weapon very close range, and he obviously wasn’t wearing helmet at the time. Gimlet goes through Engarde’s pockets, and notices that his stuff, like wallet and his badge has been taken. But he does find an engagement ring in Engarde’s pocket carved with Engarde’s and Corrida’s name. Aw, sad.  

At some point Gorm makes his way to the infirmary where Tabasco has just finished chopping off Vivek’s arm. That was apparently one thing Gorm was going to ask about, but yeah, nothing to be done with spine damage. For some reason, vaccines are talked about and Tabasco decides to give Gorm his booster shots. Gorm wants to talk about Gimlet with Tabasco, as he is worried about him. Gorm asks if Tabasco has noticed anything wrong with Gimlet, and Tabasco shrugs and says that he and Gimlet don’t have that kind of relationship, they mostly just flirt. Gorm asks about their relationship and Tabasco says they’re not in one, but Gimlet is a nice fellow. Tabasco’s not quite certain why Gorm thinks he would be good for the job, but of course he wants to watch after Gimlet. Gorm says that Tabasco is a rather cheery fellow, cheerier than Gimlet’s Inquisition friends at least. Gorm asks Tabasco for refills for his medkit, and Tabasco shows him the medicine cabinet and reminds him to get a booster shot in half a year. With that, Gorm leaves.

Pretty soon after Gorm has left, Gimlet comes to visit Tabasco. Tabasco asks him about the sapling Gimlet is carrying first, it being kind of big. Gimlet tells him it’s a gift, and Tabasco recognizes it as a Granny Smith apple-sapling, named after his great-grandfather from Apple’s side. Gimlet asks if he could talk with Tabasco in private, and Tabasco takes him to the surgery, which he hasn’t yet cleaned, but the blood should be dried by now. Gimlet tells Tabasco that he’s been in the Inquisition all this time. Tabasco takes it well, says it explains a few things (after all Gimlet was supposed to work for his sister only and then threw random naked dudes to Tabasco), and also says he doesn’t expect Gimlet to tell everything to him (like as a doctor he hears a lot of stuff people don’t usually tell other people, and that’s fine too). Gimlet says he didn’t want to lie to Tabasco anymore, because he likes him. Tabasco says that’s nice, he likes Gimlet too, and maybe they could go plant the sapling together later as a date. Tabasco asks how Gimlet’s friends took it, and Gimlet points towards his ear (which makes Tabasco think Gorm did that for Gimlet being an Inquisition member). Tabasco offers to patch it up a bit nicer, and does so (also gives Gimlet his vaccines).

They do go to the arboretum of the ship to plant the sapling (Gimlet does the digging, Tabasco unwraps the sapling). Tabasco asks Gimlet if he is doing alright, and Gimlet admits he’s not doing so hot for the moment, but isn’t quite sure if that’s anyone else’s problem but his. Tabasco pleads for Gimlet to let other people care for him, including Tabasco himself and Gimlet’s friends. Gimlet tends to agree to the point, but says it’s hard at the moment. They discuss Inpax’s situation at the moment (re: Gimlet having to kill her) and Tabasco has no clear answers, but agrees that Gimlet might need to get his hands on her and see what the situation is. They finish planting the tree, and Gimlet says something that (I can’t remember) prompts Tabasco to tell him he can kiss Tabasco if he wants to and Gimlet stammers. Tabasco asks if he was being too forward, but Gimlet says it’s not that. They agree to go get coffee together and then maybe at some point they do kiss?

Gorm has wandered off from the infirmary towards the lower decks and finds Molly at the engineering station and asks if they could talk in private. Molly says sure and takes Gorm to her shack, where she hands out the data disk to Gorm (telling that she 100% did not look into it at all). Gorm thanks her for her service, Molly thanks him for all the jewelry (though Gorm hasn’t given any to her personally). Before Gorm leaves Molly asks if he would like some birds, as Gimlet kind of stranded them to Molly and she thinks the engineering deck of a voidship is not the best place for a pair of birds. Gorm tends to agree, but he’s “more of a dog person”. He has someone in mind he could hand the birds to, but there’s a problem that one of them is very keen on cursing. Gorm attempts to get the bird to say “father” instead of “fuck” and maybe manages to do that? He drops the birds off at his room and goes to find the next person he needs to talk to.

Tabasco needs to run back off to work, but before that Gimlet asks Tabasco where he might find Apple, and from his instructions makes his way to her room. He finds Apple and her husband Habanero in the middle of an intense game of Scrabble (intense from Habanero’s point of view at least). Gimlet asks if he’s intruding and Apple tells him to sit down, as she waits for her husband to finish her turn. Gimlet thanks Apple for her assistance and lets her know he managed to locate his father. He shows him a picture of Cara and baby!Gimlet (not Valance though, since he’s a Navigator and Gimlet is most definitely not). Gimlet did have something to ask as well, namely was Cara buried near Limestow. Apple says that there’s an old graveyard by Limestow that Aunt PomPom used to upkeep, now that would be falling to Peach who has taken over the Estate. It holds mostly people of Limestow (except from that burning incident, because, well, cremation got that covered). Gimlet thanks Apple again and leaves. As he leaves he can hear Habanero triumphantly put down a word, but Apple points out that it’s not a word. 

Gorm meanwhile knocks on Jennifer’s door. Jennifer asks him to come in, so he does. Jennifer is busy doing pottery, Mimir at her feet. Mimir jumps up immediately at the sight of Gorm, almost making Jennifer fall over. Gorm gives her best girl some belly rubs and asks what Jennifer is making. She mentions that apparently there was clay on the ship so she is attempting to recreate a vase she remembers from her childhood, with little success so far, but it’ll at least be something to remember this ship by. Gorm thanks Jennifer for taking care of Mimir, and Jennifer says she probably didn’t feed her well at all (she’s getting pudgy) and that Mimir kept on sleeping on top of her like a weird wolf-shaped blanket. Gorm gives Jennifer a #1 Mom mug as a gift, and Jennifer laughs it off, saying at least Laurel wouldn’t agree with the sentiment right now. Apparently Jennifer and the other miners from Hellhole are leaving the ship to find a job, a fact that obviously has upset Laurel greatly.

Gorm says he feels a little bit guilty about Layla, about not really listening to what Jennifer had to say about the situation, since he was stuck on his own world view. Gorm understands why Jennifer would want to leave the ship, but Jennifer’s life wasn’t easy on Hellhole. Jennifer says of course she is leaving with her remaining community, and if she wants to get Laurel to a pilot school, she needs to earn money for that. Besides she is not doing much worse than most people in the Imperium. Gorm says that he’s come to the realization that there isn’t much of a point to suffering, that there’s value in comfort and family, and having contributed in Jennifer losing some of her family, Gorm thinks Jennifer deserves an easier life, and he’d like to help if he could. Jennifer is unsure what to even ask, she merely wants a better place than Hellhole to settle in. Gorm says he knows a guy from Obsidia who he can ask to take Jennifer & co. Jennifer is grateful for that.

Gorm has few things to say about Layla still, mentioning that if she makes it through the process she won’t remember much about her childhood, she probably won’t even remember Gorm. It’s by intention, as familial relationships may prevent the Astartes from pursuing their goals. Jennifer says she understands. Gorm gives Jennifer a framed picture of the selfie on the mountain Layla sent. Jennifer starts crying, attempts to hide her tears with her hands, which only causes her to get clay on her face, so she rushes to the kitchen to wash her hands and face still crying. Gorm and Mimir follow, and Jennifer buries herself in Mimir’s fur until she is done. Gorm places a comforting hand on her shoulder and asks whether Jennifer would like to hear updates about how Layla is doing, and Jennifer says she would like it. They hug (and Gorm does the nose-rub greeting with her). Gorm says it looks like Mimir might be better off with Jennifer, as she would never be accepted on Fenris. Jennifer is a bit reluctant but agrees to keep Mimir. Gorm says he’s going to go find Laurel and Jennifer says that he should let him be upset, if that’s what he needs to feel. Gorm says goodbye to Jennifer and Mimir who attempts to follow him out of the room. ( :( )

When Gimlet was out with Tabasco, he spied Konstantine in the library, so after visiting Apple, Gimlet goes to knock on Konstantine’s door (after having put his Inquisition badge on). The man is indeed still on the ship, and Gimlet asks what he is doing here, as Inpax is gone. Konstantine shrugs and lets Gimlet know that yes he was here on Inpax’s request, but he doesn’t work under her, so he’s heading out for his next assignment. Inpax kind of left without telling him, but that’s alright. Gimlet asks if there was anything odd about Inpax that Konstantine noticed, and after thinking about it for a while, he says that Inpax seemed to be hiding her face before leaving (it is a bit odd, Inpax usually did that only on the job). Gimlet thanks Konstantine and leaves.

Gimlet calls his dad who is currently on an Ultramarine ship. He seems to be doing just fine, says that it’s going to take a while to get used to working again. He checks in on Gimlet’s general well-being. Gimlet mentions where Cara is buried, and they decide they could make a trip to visit her grave once this is all over. From there their talk turns to what Gimlet might want to do with his future. Gimlet says he was kind of thinking about working for their Navigator house, which is a fine idea in theory, except as Valances are a renegade house they have no base, and instead are scattered across the galaxy, working on ships, and as Gimlet can’t navigate for real, there’s really no work for him. Valance isn’t opposed to restoring the house in theory, but there is Shaneka Locarno that stands in between that, and there are probably more useful things to do than that (see that whole speech about greedy Navis Nobilitie Guilliman gave back on Terra). Gimlet tells his dad that he thinks Gorm wants him to become an Inquisitor. Valance says that’s a fine career choice, if that’s what Gimlet wants. Gimlet says he wants to be close to his family. Valance says an Inquisitor’s ship would need a Navigator too, so that doesn’t rule it out, but again Gimlet should do what he wants, and not what he thinks Gorm or anyone else wants.

Gorm finds Laurel in the starmap room near the command deck, doodling a map all alone. He goes to the boy and after chatting with him a bit informs him that he heard they were leaving the ship. Laurel says that he is not leaving. Alright then, says Gorm. He has some gifts for the boy, first being a locket with a picture of his sister and a rune meaning “Valkyrie” inside it. Gorm explains the meaning of the rune and asks Laurel if he misses Layla. Laurel says he sometimes hears his mom crying about it, but that he doesn’t cry, nope (sniffle). Obviously this isn’t a very exciting gift, so Gorm got him a toy-spaceship as well. Gorm says he heard that Laurel wants to become a pilot, and if Laurel wants to accomplish that, he’s better off following his mother, so he can go to pilot school. If he wants to be a pilot on a rogue trader ship, he better marry a rogue trader. Laurel makes a face and agrees to go with his mom. Gorm says he has one more gift for Laurel, and he can come pick it up after he has finished packing. Laurel says okay, and leaves to pack.

Gorm goes to arrange things with Carl (presumably) and then comes back to his room, where Uffe has been watching over the birds. A bit later there’s a knock on Gorm’s room’s door and Laurel comes by. He greets Uffe and then he catches sight of the birds, and very enthustically goes to check them out. Gorm said that the birds reminded him of Laurel, since he’s into flight and stuff. Laurel names them Thunderhawk and Stormraven after Astartes’ aircrafts. He then turns to Gorm and hands him a gift, a space map with Fenris in the middle that Laurel made for Layla’s school presentation. Now named Stormraven looks like it’s about to say something, but both Gorm and Uffe glare it down and it only beeps pleasantly. Laurel says goodbye to Uffe and Gorm and takes the birds and leaves.

[8osbabe]

Could you write a modern AU but the Socs and Greasers are actually friends, and everyone is a reincarnation of themselves from the 60s? And Pony's like hanging out with Bob or something and all of a sudden he gets flashes of his past life (Johnny dying, Dally being shot, Soda leaving for Vietnam) and it scares the shit out of him because it seems so real

the modern au! only one person asked for. i really liked writing this and can write more if anybody’s interested.

———

“it’s completely corrupt, the whole institution, really. i mean, yeah, the movie was decent, and of-the-moment considering the area fifty one craze, but so were the other twenty-something alien movies that came out this year.”

cherry valance sets her latte down on the table. the way she frowns when she looks back up at him almost has ponyboy curtis worried that she’s about to say something serious.

“ponyboy,” she reaches out to touch the hand he’s resting on the table, as if she’s gearing up to break the news. “it was a bad movie.”

“it was a modern take on a cult classic movie based on the sixties. it rivals Grease, it might’ve even been better.”

ponyboy takes a condescending sip from his iced black coffee, another one of his hipster habits.

“actually, i’m sorry that today’s society is so far removed from quality cinematic masterpieces. they were better, then.”

cherry smiles softly to herself, the kind of smile that went well with her eyes. ponyboy hadn’t really liked green eyes, like his own, until he’d met her.

“curtis, if you are ever getting a girlfriend, you’re going to have to stop acting like a holier-than-thou indie-kid.”

she casts a dramatic glance at the coffee shop they were sitting outside of. she hadn’t heard of it until ponyboy referred to it as “the last place that serves decent coffee.” ponyboy would rather die than set foot in a mainstream starbucks.

ponyboy laughs. “how am i going to get on without you to tell me how it is?”

“it’s only two weeks, pony. i’ll be back before you know it. it’s just—,” she gets a far away look in her eyes before continuing. “bob’s parents are always doting on him with vacations, but he figures this one will be bearable if i go with him.”

“ah, yes, ‘always getting doted on with vacations,’ oh the horror,” he answers sarcastically, leaning back in his seat. he’d never thought bob sheldon was good enough for cherry. wasn’t it always that way when it came to your best friends?

“ponyboy,” cherry scolds. “you don’t have to like him, but you could at least try to understand him.”

“yeah. you’re right, i’m sorry.”

ponyboy’s cell phone chimes, lighting up to reveal a text from darry.

“shoot. i’ve got to go help darry pack.”

“i should go finish getting my things, too.”

she rises from her seat and pulls ponyboy into a tight hug.

“tell darry i said hi, okay? good luck, pony.”

“you’re the one who needs the luck,” he smiles, and cherry stares pointedly at him before walking away with a grin.

back home, darry’s putting the last few of his clothes into a cardboard box. there’s not much darry can take to college since he’ll be living in an eight by twelve dorm.

ponyboy runs a hand through his sweaty hair, winded from the walk home. “is that the last of it?”

“think so.” darry sighs, and looks at ponyboy sentimentally. it’s out of character for darryl, and frankly it makes ponyboy uncomfortable.

“i’m gonna’ miss you, alright?” ponyboy wants to laugh at his brother’s aggressive affection.

“—and when i get back, you better have dyed that back,” he says gesturing dramatically towards pony’s box dyed hair. “and you better get your license.” there he is.

“yeah, yeah.” it was embarrassing being the only sixteen year old he knew without a license, but he figured it wouldn’t be necessary if he couldn’t afford a car. darry was only going to college on a scholarship, else he’d be stuck in this town forever.

he hushes his voice down to a near-whisper, glancing at the bathroom door where soda was showering down the hall.

“—talk soda down from enlisting, will you? i don’t think i’m getting through to him. if he studies, gets his GED, he can do anything else.” he sighs. “i’ll be sending you guys a paycheck every month, so don’t let him use money as en excuse, alright?”

ponyboy nods, and he’s relieved when he sees johnny cade walk through the screen door.

“hey pony, you busy?”

“not at all,” he picks up a deck from off of a shelf.

“cards?”

johnny nods and moved to sit down across from him at the dining room table as ponyboy shuffles the cards.

“where ya’ been, johnnycake?”

“at the lot. they kicked me out actually, seems they’re going to start building there or somethin’.”

“i ran into randy, actually.”

“oh?” ponyboy asks. he knew randy well enough from school, and even though he was bob’s friend, he liked him alright. “is his head still stuck in the seventies?”

“like hell. he was there protesting the build site. apparently they’ve got important plant life there.”

“he’ll get over it, being a hippie, it’s all just a fad.”

johnny cade laughs curtly. “a fad, huh? almost as unbearable as yours.”

ponyboy just shakes his head and deals the cards, noticing a bruise on johnny’s knuckles.

“what’s that about? you fight with your parents again?”

johnny sighs. “yeah, i punched a wall. mom got to talking about wishing she’d never had me, and god maybe she’s right, y’know?”

“come on, johnnycake,” ponyboy pats him on the shoulder. “who would keep dallas from killing me if you weren’t around?”

“speak of the devil.” dallas winston pushes open the front door, his expression sour but he was doing a decent job of hiding it. he’d listened in on the conversation with johnny.

“aw, dally, take that shit outside, you are not smoking in my house.” ponyboy generally avoided smoking, since it was unhealthy, but he’d be lying if he said he never thought about taking it up just because it looked cool.

dallas blows smoke in ponyboy’s face. “what can i say? i’m a classic man. won’t find me smoking that flavor-vapor junk.”

“whatever, man, have fun living to the ripe old age of next tuesday,” ponyboy retorts, rolling his eyes.

“i ain’t ever gonna’ die,” dallas disappears into the kitchen, probably to raid the fridge.

ponyboy shudders. when he blinks, it’s gone, but for a moment he could have sworn he saw dallas with bullet holes through his back, chest, head.

“you alright, pony?” johnny looks concerned.

ponyboy shakes his head. “i don’t know, i’ve just been having a lot of these nightmares lately. weird thoughts, intrusive-like. i’ll just tell my shrink next time i go.”

johnny seems unsatisfied with the answer.

“is it about your parents, like before?”

“—not my parents. us, all of us.”

ponyboy looks through the window.

the sun was setting.

the horizon was gold.

[chokefriends]

Pit-town Strays Ch.3

Kidlaw softness and redneck shenanigans in a northern mining town. Everything’s fucked but whatever.

Rated T, no warnings. 

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - [Ch. 3] - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

Read on Ao3 too, I’m Ossicle

The next morning was a comfortable jumble—coffee, laundry, and UFO ‘documentaries’ playing in the background on the big tv. Kidd thudded around in his boxers, yelling at Nami to put some actual clothes on for once, and burning toast in the oven.

“If your toaster wasn't being a radio, you might get toast out of it,” Law pointed out.

“Ah fuck that. I got a laptop with a broken fan that runs hot enough to burn the table… I can probably rig that up and it'll work. Hm.”

Law shook his head. “Whatever. Towels? I'm gonna shower.”

Kidd waved a hand as he dug around in a kitchen drawer full of tools. “Use whatever one, they're all pretty clean.”

Law found the stack of clean towels, and locked himself in the bathroom before going about his usual, highly involved routine. It wasn't like either of these tar-pit kids cared if his nails were trimmed or stuff like that, but he liked feeling put-together in the details, even if he'd slept in his clothes and had kind of a hangover.

He got out of the shower to find Nami sitting on the counter, chewing a toothbrush.

“Nami! The door was locked!” He hid behind the shower curtain and grabbed his towel.

“Yah.”

“That means don't come in!” he emerged with a towel around him and tried to shoo her out.

“What is it that?” She pointed at his skin.

“Tattoos.”

“Tattoos are hurt?”

“No, they're fine. Out.” He picked her up and set her outside the bathroom door, then closed it.

“My toothbrUSH!” she screeched.

Law cracked the door enough to stick the toothbrush out, then closed, locked and latched it. But the doorknob fucking rattled again like two minutes later.

“Nami, WHAT,” Law shouted, then scrambled to hide when Kidd responded.

“Nami says she needs Band-Aids! I dunno what for, but...”

“There's some on top of the fridge! Go get those!”

“What? No there's not.” The doorknob rattled again.

“Yes there is! Fuck off, I'm fucking half dressed!” Law called from behind the shower curtain.

“Oh, I don't mind—”

“I do!! Just go look on the fridge and let me dress!”

“...taking all fucking day in there…” Heavy footsteps went off the hall.

Law sat down wearily in the tub, letting out a deep breath. He rested for a minute, letting his eyes wander over the black spots drawn onto his jeans with sharpie. All his clothes ended up like that—he doodled the spots whenever he was bored in class or hanging out by himself. Just his thinking-patterns.

He shook off the thoughtful moment and reached one hand out of the shower curtain to grab his t-shirt and hoodie. He finished dressing in the shower.

“My turn yet?” Kidd grumbled when he finally reappeared.

“Oh, you do wash?”

“Haha. Go to hell.” He belched and grabbed the towel from Law.

---

Things were calm in their chaotic way throughout the rest of the morning. No more texts came from back home, and Law let that issue settle to the back of his mind. Nami seemed happy, though she started pointedly ignoring Kidd as soon as he made motions to leave for work. She focused instead on sticking band-aids to Law's shirt.

“The hell is she doing?” Kidd wondered. “Nami, the hell are you doing? Stop wasting those. I can only get the animal ones when the old blind lady's working the cash.”

“She saw my tattoos and decided they were boo-boos,” Law grumbled. He watched disapprovingly while Nami carefully patched up the sharpie spots on his jeans too.

“Ohhh, heh. You got tats?” Kidd looked him over quickly, but they were all covered up.

“Yeah, a couple in blackwork. They're kinda personal so I don't really show em off.”

“That's fuckin sweet, I wanna get some but they're so expensive. The piercings, I can at least do myself.”

Law shrugged. “Yeah, I got a friend with his own machine who does it for me.”

Kidd watched Nami, a little smile sneaking over his face. “Aw, that's actually pretty cute…” He took out his phone and held it up for a picture.

Law tensed. “Uh! I don't like pictures of me.”

“No? Kay I'll just get one of her then.” The phone made an obnoxious fake camera snap sound.

“...Great.” Law slouched in his chair with his head propped up on one fist.

“What you wanna eat later, any takeout requests?” Kidd asked.

“Whatever.”

“Chicken bucket?”

Law shrugged.

Kidd waited but just got more silence. He tried his sister. “Nami: chicken?”

That one was definitely ignoring him. Kidd gave up with an impatient growl and left for work, stomping his way outside with extra force.

“Ah fuck…” Law regretted his terseness as soon as the other had gone. Now he felt bad. “Nami, stop. Kidd said don't waste those.”

“Haha… yah.”

“Nami. I said stop.”

She startled at his harsh tone, and started to cry. Law sighed in frustration as she tried to climb up into his lap for comfort.

“Law, you hug me. I'm Nami and you hug me.”

“Law doesn't like hugs, Nami.”

She insisted, “Kidd is always hug me and give me a band-aid.”

“Kidd lets you have what you want too much,” Law observed.

But he picked her up to sit on his lap. She applied a final tiger band-aid to the middle of his chest, and he scoffed and massaged his temples.

“Nami, a locked door means don't go in. Okay?”

“Hmhmhn.” Now she was ignoring him and humming to herself. She picked up the pencil on the table and started adding her own designs to Law's stats assignment.

“Nami.” He took the sheet away and she looked at him in outrage.

“No!” she scolded him.

Law scolded her right back. “Hey! Listen! Closed door is no.”

“NO.”

“NO,” he said even louder. Great, now he was getting in a shouting contest with a toddler.

Nami wasn't having it, though. She slid down off his lap and went to go damn well do her own thing. A moment later, she came back and took the band-aid right off his chest before leaving again.

He shook his head in disbelief. “Damn, that's cold.”

---

Law brooded at the table for a while, staring past the little pile of photocopied practice sheets he was supposed to be working on and coloring his nails black with sharpie. A chair scraping the floor next to him brought him back to reality. Right… he was babysitting.

Nami climbed up on the chair and handed Law a little jar of something. Black nail polish.

“Heh. You think black nails are pretty, Nami?” Law smiled and accepted the peace offering.

“Yah.” She watched him shake the jar and inspect the contents. Her own nails were an even, glossy black—the product of Kidd's steady hand.

“I think it's nice too…” Law started on his left thumb, trying to match Kidd's technique.

“Our’s dad is say no, it's haggy.”

“Haggy?”

“Yah.”

“What's that?” Law could mostly decipher her toddler-speak, with all its fumbled f's and chubby-cheeked babble, but sometimes it took a minute.

She paused and thought. “Hm.”

“Haggy…” Law thought, and then got it. “Oh… fuck. Nami don't say that to anyone, that's bad.”

“Is bad?”

“Well… it's not bad to be, uh, that. But it's mean to say it to someone. It hurts.” He paused and looked at his hand, half-painted and definitely messy. He bit his lip and stubbornly went about doing the rest too. “Anyway, black nails aren't bad, they're babely. Especially on guys. Like your brother.”

Nami seemed satisfied. “And witches too and mermaids?”

“Definitely. Babely and not bad...”

She watched Law move onto his right hand, fumble it, and make a blob. “You do it bad.”

She dodged Law's attempt to give her an even bigger blob, and ran off screeching gleefully. Law gave up the task with a sigh and picked up his phone instead.

---

You: cheese fries.

Kidd: cheese fries??

You: cheese fries

You: or whatever you want

You: its your money

Kidd: cheese fries!!!!! !!; ✓✓✓

---

Kidd got back earlier this time. Law looked out the window, surprised to see it was still daylight, but a little relieved. Nami had been an on-and-off terror again that day. The little hellion signaled her joy at Kidd's early return by running up to him and screeching like a banshee.

“That’s a great new noise,” Kidd winced.

Law wasn't listening. He was looking at the message that had just popped up on his phone.

Bellamy: dad asking where u is……..

You: just tell him I took off early this morning

You: friend's place

You: back really soon

Bellamy didn't reply and Law swallowed a surge of panic. “I think I gotta go,” he mumbled.

“Cheese fries,” Kidd countered, holding up a brown paper bag.

“My dad’s home, and he'll want me to check in…”

“Cheese fries and I drive ya.” Kidd kicked off his boots and headed for the kitchen.

Law fiddled with his phone for a moment, but there were no more messages, and he'd asked for cheese fries, and hey, what was another few minutes anyway. He sat at the table with the two unruly redheads, both talking with their mouths full and shoveling down the fries without pausing to swallow. Kidd cracked a beer but took it slow, catching Law's glance. Nami quickly stuffed herself and fell asleep under the table with a blanket. They let her be while they ate.

“It’s the municipality's depot shop, so yeah, crooked as hell, but good-crooked, hahaha,” Kidd was explaining his new job around a cheesy mouthful.

“Oh? What kind of corruption is the good one again?” Law stirred his own fries into a mushy mass.

“Kind that pays cash and don't ask about certifications.”

“Oh, heh…”

Kidd shrugged. “Yeah. Little lax on the health and safety, but least it's not the Pit.”

“Yeah.” Law replied vaguely.

His strange host finished his greasy gravy-and-cheese mess and leaned back in his chair, stretching as much as he could in the small space. The black nails and metal-studded lips were such a weird contrast to the prissiness of the room—dusty lace valances and bonneted geese painted on the tile backsplash. The long-limbed boy just seemed so ill-fitted here; almost crammed in.

“So you got yourself a mess there, eh.” Kidd started, delicately.

Law sighed. “Yeah, well it's not really a ‘mess’. I'm probably overreacting. My Dad's just a little nuts about rules and family responsibilities… of which I seem to have the greater share…”

“Yeah, that's shitty.” Kidd chewed thoughtfully on a toothpick. “I wasn't tryna pry.”

“It's cool.”

“I meant your mani, though,” Kidd gestured with the toothpick at Law's left-handed paint job.

“Oh! Yeah that? Mess.” Law gave an embarrassed laugh. His left hand was okay, but his right was just a blobby attempt at two fingers.

“Want me to…?”

“Uh. Yeah. Maybe. Just if you want to,” Law laughed again, a little too loud.

“Yeah definitely. There's remover in the bathroom,” Kidd suggested.

Law went and cleaned off the smeared black on his right hand and returned. Kidd shuff-shuffed his chair over to Law's and shook the little vial of polish.

“Okay, gimme your uh…” Kidd noticed Law's flinch as he went to grab his hand. “Or actually, just put your hand on the table, here?”

Law placed his hand in the table, fingers spread, and Kidd went about his art. He somehow did each finger with only two strokes, leaning in close to execute the little flicks with peak precision. He laid his head right on the table, pillowed on an arm, to complete the thumb from up close. Law watched him frown in concentration.

“Nice. Don't move for ten minutes.” Kidd grinned when he'd finished. He blew lightly on Law's fingers with a pwfff to dry them.

Law put his head on his arm too, settling in across from Kidd. “Thanks.”

“Pfffwww.”

“Pffffffw,” Law puffed back at him.

“Haha, weird,” Kidd admitted.

“Mhm…”

Law drummed his painted fingers and didn't say anything for a couple minutes. Kidd let the silence stretch on, watching him as they both rested their heads on the table.

“...You worried about going back, huh.”

Law lifted his eyes to meet the other's, but then looked down again. They were too direct, felt like lasers.

“Doesn't matter. I’m needed back home,” he mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Or ‘required,’ I guess.”

“Hm,” Kidd mused.

“We don't got a mom, so.”

“She gone, or?”

Law shuffled and scoffed. “Well she was never my mom. She divorced my dad before I was ever adopted, and left their two sons with him. Went off somewhere. She comes back sometimes but she's like, a rich brat. I think she's actually very minor royalty in one of the shittier parts of Europe?”

“Heh, screw her then.”

“Definitely. So anyway, someone needs to make sure shit is in order. And watch my brothers,” Law explained.

“They're grown up, though, right?”

“Well, Dellinger's thirteen… and a little special… But actually, yeah, he's fine by himself. Way more than Bellamy was at that age.”

“Well, so you can just keep staying here!” Kidd decided.

Law laughed and rolled his eyes. “I can't just stay.”

“Yeah you can.” Kidd countered, honestly, and Law didn't really know what to say. Kidd pressed on, “Why not?”

“Don't think people around here like me much.”

“You think they like me here?” Kidd snorted. “They don't matter anyway. Nami likes you, and she never likes anyone.”

Law smiled to himself, thinking of the animal band-aids. “She's a good kid.”

“Just around you.”

Law withdrew back into silence, though he didn't make any move to get up, or to shake off the way their fingertips were lacing together loosely. He kept his head on the table and chewed his lip, looking at their matching fingernails instead of at Kidd.

“I kinda do too.”

“I... probably gotta go, for real,” Law responded after a flustered moment.

Kidd sat up with a casual shrug. “Yeah. I'll take you on the bike.”

“But, yeah, um… Maybe I could just come by sometimes, like after class, and, study here or just hang? Would that be cool?”

“Yeah!” Kidd's grin was so fierce and genuine it was impossible not to grin back.

---

They took off on the bike past all the tar-paper houses. Their windows were lighting up as the sky dimmed into grey dusk. Here and there firepits and packs of noisy kids sent up flurries of light and activity.

“The carpool again,” Law yelled to Kidd as they drove.

“Not all the way home?”

“Not unless you wanna run into my dad…”

“I don't mind,” Kidd shrugged.

“I mind.”

Kidd pulled into the carpool, stopping under the orange glow of the streetlight just as it flicked on. Law pulled off the helmet and dismounted with a little flutter in his stomach.

“So uh. Tomorrow?” Law leaned a casual hand on the bike handlebars, trying to be all smooth as fuck.

“Yeah…” Kidd watched him with a little smile.

Law leaned in, an answering smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. He didn't rush it—it was kinda nice to be the one looking down at Kidd for once.

But then something pinged the back of Law's awareness: A sound that sent all his internal alarms off. A car he knew… and not the old Volvo.

“Shit…” he looked up and down the highway.

“What, something up?” Kidd looked around too.

“Uh.” Law listened another frozen second, and then took off in a flat run for the trees.

“Okay cool see ya,” Kidd called to his back.

“Yup!”

---

Kidd sat on his bike and kicked his heels into the gravel for a moment after Law had taken off.

“Whatever,” he decided. Weird guy could go be weird or whatever. Not like Kidd cared. He fit the helmet onto his head and the lingering scent of hair oil and cloves struck him, close and unexpected…

Kidd felt his face and neck heat up again.

“...fuck,” he grumbled. He crossed his arms and looked around, staying hidden in his helmet and waiting for the stupid whatever feeling thing to pass. It didn't. “Fuck!” he told the streetlight.

He revved the bike and tore away onto the highway, weaving around the recent-model Caddy that was making its stately way past. It honked sternly.

“Fuck off, hippie!” Kidd yelled at it as he speed away.

[dsmroleplay]

#ZoeyWinchester #DSM Part Nine

@JakeValance3 @DeanWImpala79 @DeanWinchester_ 

Colt: -He was wound the fuck up. As he got into the house with Dean he looked at him.- I can't sleep. I'm going down to the gym you want to come? ::::::::::: Cowboy: *Nods* Of course. Let’s go. :::::::::: Colt: -Nods heading down the hall and taking the stairs, passing the first room up with a security key pad on the door and down to the gym opening up the door he walked in and turned a set of lights that lit up the back of the gym and gave enough light to see alright. Unbuttons his shirt and tosses it over a chair walking over to pick up the tap and starts to wrap his hand with it.- :::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Dean followed along and removed his own shirt, following Colt’s actions but remained silent. Whenever he, himself got this way, interrogating only drove Dean further into his shell. Personally, he needed quiet and time to let his thoughts flow clear. So he bit his tongue and waited to see what Colt would say, if anything, choosing to silently give him support. :::::::::::::::: Colt: -Rolling his shoulders he moved to stand in front of the punching bag.- I wouldn't have /hurt/ you know that right? -Slams his fist into the bag and picking up a rhythm as the bag moved and came back as he delivered another punch.- :::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Takes a spot by the bag next to Colt and stretches his arms before throwing a few punches* I know. She’s a woman and family technically. I know you really wouldn’t hurt her. :::::::::::::::: Colt: I know I can't protect him from everything... -Throw a one two.- But dude, you've met Jake. It's like some magic fuckin' powers he has, put that shit into a woman and throw her in a den of men... Yeah I don't give a fuck how gay shit's going down. :::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Jabs twice with his left hand before throwing a right hook* When he showed me pictures of himself as Zoey, I was blown away. He does have a way of drawing you in. :::::::::: Colt: Seeing... her -shakes head- dude it's hard. Chicks fuck me up. Why I stay the hell away from them. -Rare and candid confession he hits the bag again.- Plus... they fuck with your head. She acted so nonchalant about Ian. :::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Throws a left hook before another combination.* You’ve mentioned that before. And things were finally falling into place. Not defending her by no means but . . . Maybe she didn’t understand how big of a deal it was. Still . . . I would ever have thought she’d do /that/. ::::::::::::::: Colt: -Catches the bag and holds it for Dean.- Dude I didn't mean to be an jerk but dammit to hell I just can't take anymore right now. Call me crazy but I want shit to go right for once. ::::::::::::::: Jake: *walks into the gym, bloody knuckles wrapped in a bandage. I didn't know anyone was down here, I had just come down to blow off a little steam. I stopped just in the shadow when I heard voices. Knowing they could probably see someone but not sure if they would know it was me.* ::::::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Hits the bag a few times* Well hell, you know with our lives there always seems to be a wrench in the plans. But we just . . . *hits the bag* take a day at a time. :::::::::::::::: Colt: I'm tired of "taking" shit. Guess my bullshit meter is broke. -Looks over seeing someone. Eyes move from the person back to Dean and he let's go of the bag walking over to the small fridge and grabbing two waters. Tossing Dean one.- ::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Catches the bottle and takes a long swig, following the path of Colt’s gaze* Hey. Someone gonna stand there all day or come out and say hi? :::::::::::::: Jake: *steps out of the shadow and glances at them both, face drawn and sallow.* Sorry, didn't know you guys were down here. I was just... *gestures with my bloody bandage towards the weights on the other side of the room* ::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt downed the bottle of water and stood looking at Jake.- You gonna stand there or come give us a kiss and hug? Lemme see your hand. ::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Notices the bandage* Jake! Who the hell did this to you! I swear to god I don’t care what time it is. Tell me and I’ll kick their god damn ass. :::::::::::::::: Jake: *my shoulders slump, glancing at Cowboy* The wall looks worse than I do, baby. I won. *shrugs and steps over to Colt and holds out his hand* Sure ya want a hug and a kiss from me? :::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt gives Jake a sour look and unwraps his hand, looking at his swollen knuckles.- You can't be hitting anything for away but the perfusion looks good. Could be broken but you'd have to get a xray. -Looks over at Cowboy who was fired up and thought to himself. "Example of the Valance mojo" right there.- ::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Frowns* Let me guess. You two. Fight? *Shakes his head before giving them both a kiss on the cheek.* Talk it out. Fix this. I’ll be waiting upstairs in bed and you two can join me when you’re ready. *Grabs his water and leaves.* ::::::::::::::::: Jake: *glances at Cowboy* Night, baby. *looks down at my hand in Colt's hand* It's pretty swollen. I think the hand is broken. *sighs* I was... a little angry. :::::::::::::: Colt: -Kisses Dean's lips and winks watching him walk out. Turns back to Jake.- Yeah I've been there myself. :::::::::::::: Jake: *continues to look at my hand. nibbling at my lip as I stand in front of you* It was kind of a rough day. :::::::::::::::: Colt: Yeah it's been a couple of rough days actually. Have you figured out why I reacted like I did yet? -Fingers lift Jake's chin up so he can look into his eyes.- ::::::::::::::::: Jake: *my eyes are bloodshot* You're scared of losing me. *swallows thickly* Because you love me. ::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Nods, searching his eyes.- Tell me we didn't fight like hell to get where we are right now... I know she's not /you/ but she looks like you and we both know what you can do to me. Hell look at Dean. You've got both of us. I don't want to loose what I got because I'm happy for real Jake. I get you feel protective of her so do I but I gotta keep my distance for now. ::::::::::::::::::: Jake: It's just... *swallows, starting to feel tears sting my eyes* I got scared that if her... wild side upset you that badly that you want her out of your sight... *licks my lips* When are you going to feel that way about me? *looks away again* But... *takes a deep breath* Okay. :::::::::::::::::: Colt: Jake, it's not her wild side or that I want her out of my sight. I'm more scared about the attraction I felt for her because of my love for you. Our life and paste in a female version of you. All I think is I didn't take good care of you so much so you left and disappeared. But I realize she might look like you did but that is not /you/ there is only one /you/. And I love you. I'm getting this right. Not getting sidetracked or anything stop us. :::::::::::::::: Jake: *swallows again, still feeling the lump in my throat and knowing my eyes are glassy and tearing* I love you. *shakes a little with emotion but unable to verbalize much else as I stand there with my broken hand* :::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt put's his arms around Jake and holds him.- I love you too, so much. :::::::::::::: Jake: *takes a deep breath as the tears flow* I'm sorry... I was so scared. I didn't mean all those things I yelled at you. I just... *sniffles again* :::::::::::::: Colt: Shh... baby please don't cry. Never want you to cry or be sad again. It's forgotten. Never wanted to unset you. But please tell you understand what I'm saying I need you to get it, you are my /end game/. :::::::::::::::: Jake: *nods my head* I understand. I do... I didn't mean it when I said I wanted to move out. I don't want to. *closes my eyes as my chest hurts from crying* ::::::::::::::: Colt: That's good because I'd being going to jail for kidnapping you. -Kisses your temple.- This is /our/ home. ::::::::::::::: Jake: **wipes my eyes and chuckles dryly* Yeah, let's not do that. We have enough weird stuff in our family. ::::::::::::::::: Colt: What? You don't want to visit me in prison for conjugal visits? -Laughs hoping to make him laugh.- ::::::::::::::::: Jake: *looks down, chuckling softly* No... Although, that is a place I haven't had sex. :::::::::::::::: Colt: Me either. You tired? -Caresses his cheek.- :::::::::::::: Jake: *nods* And my hand hurts. Do we have any pain medication? ::::::::::::::: Colt: Yeah. Come on. -Offers you his hand.- :::::::::::::: Jake: *leans into you as I take your hand and lets out a soft whimper* :::::::::::::: Colt: -Let's go and takes you're non injured hand. Once upstairs he gives you a Vicodin and glass of water.- :::::::::::::: Jake: *pouts up at you* Can I swallow it with scotch? ::::::::::: Colt: -Brow arches.- Do I need to put you into detox? :::::::::::::: Jake: *rolls my eyes* No, but it does give you a pretty good relaxing mellow. *pouts again* ::::::::::::: Colt: Take the pill and get your hot ass into bed before I have to get mean. :::::::::::::: Jake: *fights a smirks and takes the pill* Yes sir. *rolls my eyes* ::::::::::::::: Colt: I'm going to grab a bath. -Kisses his forehead and walks into the master bath and takes the tape off his hands and tosses it stripping down and turning the water on in the tub.- :::::::::::::: Jake: *watches your for a moment before stepping back and stripping down, climbing in the bed and laying down*

[ourheroictommo]

FLICKER OF PASSION Niall Horan reveals a secret lover he had in 1D inspired his best songs — and it has inspired his emotional debut album Flicker

Niall Horan takes over Dan Wootton's Bizarre Column for the day

FOR his five years in ONE DIRECTION – and the nearly two years since they went on hiatus – NIALL HORAN has been linked to a string of beautiful women.

But while his bandmates HARRY STYLES, LIAM PAYNE, LOUIS TOMLINSON and ZAYN MALIK have had plenty of girlfriends since shooting to fame, Niall always insisted he was single . . . until now.

In his first Bizarre guest-edit since going solo, Niall revealed his incredible debut album Flicker, out today, was inspired by a secret relationship.

He said: “It is written about one person. Most of it is. There’s obviously songs that are not particularly about anything, just scenarios I’ve made up in my head or situations I’ve seen among my friends.

“But yeah, for the most part it’s about that one person.

“I live most of my life out of the public eye. I try to keep as much of it shut as possible, because if you let it out, people start asking you loads of questions and it becomes uncomfortable.

“That’s why I wrote the album I did — because I’m not the greatest talker in terms of emotion. But I found that I’m good at writing it down on paper and putting it on the record. It’s still quite a hard thing to do but I found it better to do it that way.”

The ten-track album is filled with emotional tunes about a complicated relationship — with a few mega-romantic ones too.

But Niall confirmed his muse is now an ex, adding: “I’m single now, yep. Yep. Extremely single.”

His mystery girl is NOT the Neighbours actress OLYMPIA VALANCE despite rumours they were close. Niall insisted they met through mutual friends and merely “hung out” at a barbecue.

And he was perplexed by the supposed love triangle between himself, ELLIE GOULDINGand ED SHEERAN in 2013, when Niall was believed to have got together with Ellie while she was dating Ed. That reportedly inspired Ed’s tune Don’t.

Niall, who also used 1D’s hiatus to launch sports management firm Modest! Golf, said with a laugh: “It kind of all happened without me knowing and that was it really.

“I can’t remember a specific time or a specific moment. It all kind of kicked off and there was a song written about it, apparently.”

Now Niall has his own heartache tunes to sing.

NIALL is overjoyed to be the only member of 1D to be up for an American Music Award – as Best New Artist. He said: “It’s unbelievable. It’s one of my favourite nights of the year. This year, with the nomination, it’s really cool, especially with some of the sick artists that are out.”

Kneel Horan

NIALL has been plagued by issues with his left knee and had major reconstructive surgery in January 2014.

Now he needs an op on his right one, as it’s been overcompensating for his left – but is struggling to find the time as his 2018 world tour nears.

He admitted: “It’s still f***ed. It’s nasty.

“In my family there’s a joint issue where the bones don’t sit in the socket properly.

“That’s the same with my ankles, my knees, my shoulders . . . every time I do press-ups I get pains in my shoulders, so it’s an on-going thing.

“The whole process was excruciating. I was lucky that I did my rehab when I did it.”

HAVING purposely stayed away from a dance sound, Niall said: “My music probably stands out like a sore thumb today. You’re competing in the charts with THE WEEKND, ED SHEERAN and DUA LIPA. It’s tough.”

Life after 1D

WHEN Zayn quit 1D, things were never going to be the same between him and the rest of the band.

But Niall has revealed their relationship is now almost non-existent, admitting he doesn’t even have a phone number for his old pal.

He explained: “I haven’t spoken to Zayn in a while.

“I spoke to him at Christmas then I spoke to him again a couple of months ago.

“Zayn’s Zayn , not a lot of people would be able to say that they get in touch with him. He’s the hardest man to get in touch with. He is always changing his number.” Things couldn’t be more different with his other bandmates, though.

Niall has already showered gifts on Bear, the seven-month-old son of Liam and CHERYL. He said: “I’ve met Bear. I got him a set of golf clubs, so I have to drop them off when I get the chance. I’m getting everyone into golf. I’m trying to grow the game.

“As a start I got him little trainers which have his name on the back. Little pairs of all the different trainers that Liam likes. Little Air Max, little Stan Smiths and stuff.”

Last month Niall saw Harry perform a solo gig in Los Angeles.

He said: “We hugged it out, had a drink afterwards and had a bit of a chat. We talk every day but we don’t get to see each other all the time because everyone’s doing their own bits and pieces.”

As for a reunion of the band in 2014, Niall said: “It’s only been like two years or whatever so I’m not worried about it. I’m not rushing it and I’m not worried that it won’t happen.”

That will be music to ears of their fans.

TOURING is different this time around. Niall said: “It’s a lot smaller entourage. I think there’s 16 of us. We had 160 crew on 1D and 30 or 40 trucks every day, everywhere we went. It was like a circus rolling into town.”

My pal's just unbeliebale

NIALL is the closest out of all the ONE DIRECTION lads to JUSTIN BIEBER.

And two months after the Canadian superstar axed the remaining dates of his Purpose tour, prompting concerns about his health, Niall says he is doing better than ever.

Niall said: “I love that fella. He’s mad, brilliant. He’s a different man completely.

“It’s unbelievable. He doesn’t drink, doesn’t do anything else, he’s in good shape, keeps himself to himself with a smaller group of mates and gives me a shout every time he wants to play golf.

“Fair play to him, I think he’s done a great job of turning it around.

“We kind of grew up together.”

bizmeter: Niall's nuggets

AWARDS — Niall is overjoyed to be the only member of 1D to be up for an American Music Award – as Best New Artist. He said: “It’s unbelievable. It’s one of my favourite nights of the year. This year, with the nomination, it’s really cool, especially with some of the sick artists that are out.”

HOME — With family Down Under, he revealed he is keen to move there one day. Niall explained: “I’m sure when I’m older I’d love to live in Australia. But that won’t be any time soon. I have a place in London and I’ve got a place in LA. I’m living out of the suitcase for the next year.”

DUET — His album is out, but Niall is still keen for a collaboration with SHAWN MENDES. He said: “The fans would love it. He’s in the middle of his album at the minute so if we can get something rustled up in the next while, we’ll see what happens. But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

SINGER —Niall is just like everyone else when it comes to his favourite acts. As well as being a fan and a pal of SHANIA TWAIN, he said: “Oh I love ADELE, she is a dream. She’s just an unbelievable talent and what she’s done for British music around the world – she’s just incredible.”

NIALL found it hilarious when fans pointed out his album title Flicker looked awkwardly like a swear word. He said with a laugh: “It does look like f***er, doesn’t it. But no, it definitely says Flicker. I did think that was quite funny.”

[under-ivy]

a valance and cadeliah centered fic i also posted! five times valance card for cadeliah and one time cadeliah cared for valance https://archiveofourown.org/works/39360660

[littleindigochildx]

Aunt Clara prompt 🤍💛

Savanna and Timothy had been looking forward to spending a day with their Aunt Clara since Christmas. 2020 was in full swing and there hadn’t been much down time since the kids went back to school. “Are we goin’ ta Aunt Clara’s or is she comin’ here?” Timothy asked as he finished his breakfast in front of the television which was something Vic didn't typically allow, but her mind was elsewhere for the time being. Victoria had a therapy session scheduled, and Declan hadn’t been answering his phone, so Clara was recruited to watch Timmy and Savanna for a couple of hours. “I’m droppin’ you two off before my appointment, so please go get dressed once you’re finished eating.” Victoria explained. Timothy nodded as he took one final bite of his cereal. He cleaned up after himself and headed upstairs to get dressed like Vic asked. Savanna was in her room doing the same. She seemed to be struggling with finding an outfit to wear.

“Be over soon. Thanks again for watching the kids for me.” Victoria texted her best friend to let Clara know they were on their way. As soon as she got Savvy’s hair brushed and out of her face, they piled into the car and set off for the Valance residence. “I’m so excited ta see aunt Clara!” Savvy beamed from the back seat. “I miss her.” Timmy nodded in agreement. “Think she’ll let us bake cookies t’day?” He asked with a grin. He couldn’t remember the last time they saw Clara when they didn’t bake something. It was their thing.

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“Aunt Clara!!” Both kids said in unison as they wrapped their arms around the blonde in a giant hug. “We missed you.” Savvy beamed. “Well-- I missed you. I think Timmy just missed yer cookies.” The seven year old teased. “No… I missed her too.” He replied immediately. The cookies were just a bonus but both Deschaine children genuinely enjoyed spending time with their aunt.

“Thank you for looking after them.” Victoria said once she got a turn for a hug. “I shouldn’t be gone too long.” Hopefully the appointment she needed to be at would be over in an hour or so. “You be good, okay?” Vic reminded her two youngest. Not that she really had to worry. They were good kids who were usually well behaved. “We are always good for aunt Clara.” Timothy told her. Sometimes he and Savanna engaged in some sibling rivalry, but other than that, there were never any issues when they were left with a sitter.

“Don’t worry, mommy…” Savanna hugged the brunette goodbye. “We will save you an’ daddy some cookies too.” They always did.

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An hour later, cookies were in the oven and Savvy was helping Clara wash dishes. The little girl was lost in thought as she scrubbed. It wasn’t like her to be so quiet. “You okay, sweetheart? You’re not acting like yourself.” Clara commented. Something was weighing heavily on the child's mind. Clara could tell. Washing dishes wasn’t typically Savvy’s favorite thing to do, but she didn't mind today. She was thinking about her parents and how they had been spending more time together. It made both Savanna and Timothy extremely happy, but there were things they both noticed about their father’s personality… Things Vic often made comments to him about when she thought the kids weren’t around.

“Aunt Clara?” The seven year old looked up from what she was doing to face the blonde. “Do ya think my mommy an’ daddy are gonna get back t’gether?” The question seemed to catch Clara off guard. Victoria told her things about her relationship, but to her knowledge, a reunion with Declan hadn’t been one of them. “I don’t know, sweetheart.” Clara replied honestly. She finished drying the dish in her hand and put it down so she could give Savanna her undivided attention. “Why do you ask?” Savanna wiped her hands off on her pants and stepped down from the stool at the sink. “Cause they go ‘ta lunch sometimes an’ mommy lets daddy come over ta’ read me an’ Timmy a bedtime story….” Those weren’t the only reasons. Declan and Victoria seemed to make each other happy... Just not all the time. “Daddy makes mommy smile again.”

Clara lead them over to the kitchen table to talk. She pulled out a chair for Savanna to take a seat and pulled her chair up next to the child. She clearly didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t her place. “I think your parents are trying to be friends... Your friends make you smile, don’t they?” Savvy nodded. “They make me smile all the time. ‘Specially Libby. She’s so funny.” So technically Libby was her cousin, but a friend all the same.

Silence hung in the air. There was more on Savanna’s mind than her parent’s getting back together, but Clara didn’t want to pry. “Is there somethin’ wrong with daddy?” The question came out of nowhere and it was another difficult one for the blonde to answer. “I heard mommy say he should see a therapist cause’a the voices in his head.” Her blue eyes locked on Clara’s. The sadness was evident. “What if I have voices in my head too?” She asked. Her’s weren’t quite the same. The voices in her head were more her active imagination than actual voices, but there was a chance she could inherit the trait from Declan. He was, afterall, her father. “How come it’s okay for me ‘ta have ‘maginary friends, but not daddy?” Clara had no idea how she was going to diffuse this situation, but luckily for her she didn’t have to. The timer for the oven went off, signaling that their first batch of cookies were ready to come out of the oven.

“Wanna help me with the next batch?” Clara asked the little girl. Savvy nodded. She would drop the subject for now. Vic and Declan had the same tactic when it came to avoiding difficult conversations. Creating a diversion usually made Savanna forget what they were talking about… At least until bedtime when the question popped into her mind again. “Are we gonna decorate these?” The seven year old asked with a little grin. The cookies were sweet enough on their own, but she was an artist and the cookies were a perfect canvas for her to draw her next masterpiece.

“When I’m bigger...Like maybe as old as Dottie… I wanna open my own bakery so I can sell all kinds’a pretty food.” Clara pulled the baking sheet out and set it on the stove top to cool while she supervised Savanna putting the next batch in. “I might need yer help though. You an’ mommy make the bestest cakes, cookies, an' pies.” Timmy’s birthday was just around the corner and Savanna was probably more excited about it than Timothy was. “Can we make Timmy’s cake’a surprise?” She lowered her voice so he couldn’t hear her in the other room. “Think we can make him a Star Wars cake?” There were many things the almost nine year old liked, but currently Star Wars was among his most favorite. “Mommy can draw the Death Star an’ we can cut it out’a fondant.” She had been brushing up on her baking terminology thanks to Clara. Every time they were in the kitchen the blonde taught Savanna something new. Whether it be technique, special ingredients to make things taste better, or different options they could use (instead of icing) to make their cakes look fancy.

Naturally, Clara agreed. She and Victoria had been making the kid’s birthday cakes for as long as Savanna could remember. This year she wanted to be included. She always wanted to help.

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“Timmy… Are ya’ gonna come decorate cookies with us?” Savvy called from the kitchen. The little boy was sucked into a show about building motorcycles. He was fascinated by things with engines and had been since he was very young. When Declan took the kids for the day he and Timmy would do some work on Declan’s bike. The kid had talent. He picked up on things quickly and Declan was confident that one day he’d even be able to build a bike from scratch… Probably better than DC ever could.

“I’m comin’...” Timothy replied as he turned the television off to rejoin the girls in the kitchen. Savvy seemed to be in a better mood, though she always was when she did things she loved, which included baking with their aunt Clara. She’d choose this over a day at Disneyland. No lines, plus the food was cheaper and way more delicious. “What are you gonna put on your cookies?” Timmy asked his little sister.

Valentine’s Day (and Timothy’s birthday) was coming up, so Savanna opted to decorate her cookies with a combination of hearts and flowers while Timmy chose to decorate his with things the intended recipient would like. For Vic, he did his best to make a butterfly. For Ransom he did a convertible. Dottie’s had a ladybug, and Declan’s had a motorcycle that looked pretty close to the one he rode. He also made Clara a bee.

Decorating took the better part of an hour. Timmy and Savvy just finished cleaning up their mess when Victoria returned to pick them up. “Mommy, guess what we did t’day!?” Savanna said excitedly. Vic could already smell cookies so it wasn’t hard for her to guess. “How much sugar did you give them?” She teased her best friend. It wasn’t uncommon for Clara to let the kids indulge in treats. Since it didn’t happen too often Vic allowed it. She knew the blonde was trying to keep her title as cool aunt, and she was... She was the cool aunt, but so were the others. All for different reasons. Timmy and Savvy genuinely enjoyed any time they got to spend with their extended family.

“We didn’t have that much sugar.” Savvy replied with evidence of frosting on her cheeks and chin. Vic arched a brow and chuckled softly as she wiped it away. “Not that much, huh?” She gave a playful glare to all three members of the guilty party. “No peekin’ at the cookies until after dinner. Ya gotta eat it all b’fore ya can have a snack.” The seven year old smirked. It was a house rule… At least for the kids. No dinner meant no dessert. They were holding this same rule to be true for Victoria and Declan. “Is daddy gonna come over for dinner t’nite?” The little brunette questioned. “We maked one for him too. Me an’ Timmy each maked him one. I don’t think he’s had’a aunt Clara cookie b’fore.” If he hadn’t, he really was missing out.

“Can we come over ‘ta play with you again this weekend? Maybe for’a sleepover?” Savvy turned to the blonde. “I like comin’ over here… Not just cause’a the cookies… We like stayin’ at yer house aunt Clara. We like watching the scaaary movies.” The little girl admitted with a smile identical to her mother’s. There was no doubt she was Victoria’s child, although the sweet talking… That came from the Deschaine’s. “You’ll have to ask your mom.” Clara replied as she, Savanna, and Timmy turned to Vic as if waiting for an answer. “I’ll think about it.” Victoria told them. “Please go grab your things. You have school in the morning so we need to get home.”

Timmy and Savvy collected their belongings, including the cookies they made. They gave Clara a big hug goodbye. “Thank you.” They said in unison. Vic did a double check to make sure nothing (especially Savanna’s teddy bear) was left behind. “Thank you again for watching them. I owe you.” She hugged the blonde and rounded the kids up to head to the car. Declan was waiting for them at home.

[simpcitybaby]

Pew Pew MF.

An Imagine for AU night!

The Gang x Reader

Dally x Reader 

BE WARNED: This is probably super long and shitty lol + I tend not to proofread so there may be errors.

Dally is lowkey a sweetheart he’s not a cheating asshole in this either.

Secret AU under the keep reading line (Unless you’re on mobile lol) and I may or may not have used a name from Assassin’s Creed

Tulsa, Oklahoma. That was your home for the next few weeks. Papers were scattered on your desk from the opened file. Your next victim, Bob Sheldon. There were reports on top of reports about him mistreating the greasers. Normally your boss would let little things like that go, but not this time. All you could do was think to yourself, “What the hell did he do to piss off the boss this much?” You sipped some of your coffee before tidying up and going over to your stash of guns. You had snipers, knives, grenades, handguns, basically the works. You weren’t one to toot your own horn but you were highly respected in the assassins industry. Your look of innocence is what brought the targets in and your wit made them stay around before you took them out. Sherri Valance was Bob’s girlfriend and she was gorgeous. After a couple of moments you had the final plan in your mind. You’d dress up as a soc and do your makeup to resemble Cherry’s but made sure to add some flare. You wanted to grab Bob’s attention, he had to want to be involved with you. The mission began in a few days and you needed all the sleep that you could get.

You moved to Tulsa on a Sunday and it was now Friday morning. It was only 8 and you had already friended a group of greasers. They varied in ages but they were all fine as fuck. “You do realize that it’s not safe for a soc, such as yourself, to be seen with greasers, right?” Ponyboy questioned as he raised a brow. You nodded and told him, “I don’t have a rich mommy and daddy who tell me what to do. I can handle myself and I can certainly fight off some bad guys if you need me to.” You threw a wink his way as you laughed to yourself. 

“I like your moxie, Shortcake.” Dally threw his arm around you before giving you a noogie. You grabbed his wrist before twisting his arm behind his back, “I suggest you don’t do that if you want to keep this arm.? You released your grip and matched your pace to Darry’s. “What’s your story?” You hit your shoulders together and he gave you a hesitant look that made you feel the slightest uneasy. “I take care of my brothers,” he gestured towards Soda and Pony before continuing, “and we all pitch in to pay rent.” They all pitch in to pay rent? From what you’ve learned, Pony only went to school so he had no income. Darry said all of them though, not just him and Soda. You shook the idea out of your head and asked, “What do you guys do for work?” Two-Bit and Steve shared a glance before saying, “We’re in a fight club” in unison. These boys were suspicious but you chose to ignore it for now, focusing on the mission. You were going to let them lead you to Bob because as Johnny put it, “His parents let him run wild so he’ll probably be around sometime soon.” Johnny’s little drawl filled your ears as Dally kept stealing glances at you as if he was trying to piece something together. “What did you say your name was again?” You had to make a one up on the fly and let me say, it was NOT your best. “My name is Altair Melrose, like the color.” Rule #1 of being an assassin, never reveal your true identity. Your real name was (Y/N) and you were (Y/A) years old. Your parents were killed in the because they weren’t very careful. The only reason you survived is because they hid you in a secret room under the floorboards. “You’re thinking awful hard Altair, wanna share what’s on your mind?” You shook your head no as a response to Soda’s previous question before realizing where you were. The gang brought you to the drive in. Supposedly it was the best one in all of Tulsa and where Bob hung around. Just as you were finding your seats you head a girl yell, “I DON’T LIKE BEING AROUND YOU WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK!” That’s when you saw the two people from your files, Sherri Valance and Bob Sheldon. You noticed that Dally was keeping an extra close eye on Bob, you decided to investigate. “If you glare any harder, they’ll be dead.” It’d also make your job a whole lot easier you thought to yourself and chuckled. “Don’t sneak up on me like that, man.” You grabbed his hands and pulled him up on his feet. “Introduce me to Bob.” Dally looked at you like you were the biggest dumbass on the planet. “Why the fuck would I do that? Me outta all people, you’re fucking crazy.” You put on your best pout and he rolled his eyes. “I’m not doing it, man.’ You let go of his hands and marched straight to Soda, making sure you swayed your hips in the process. It was evident that you were trying to make him the slightest big jealous. You had just met the guy but that didn’t stop you from taking in how gorgeous he was. If Dally was a cartoon character he’d have smoke coming out of his ears. The guy was fuming as he walked over and grabbed you by the arm, dragging you towards your target. “Bob this is Altair, Altair this is Bob.” The soc reeked of alcohol and it was clear as day that he was drunk off his ass. “Heyyyyyyyyyy Altairrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” The man literally sounded like Ram from the Heathers Musical when he was saying hi to Veronica in the number ‘Blue’. “Hey Bob. If you ever want to get rid of your girlfriend, you should give me a call.” You licked your lips before seductively slipping him a piece of paper. He laughed darkly as he replied with a, “Definitely.” Man oh man was Dally pissed. It was funny really because this was all an act, if you weren’t in this line of work you would’ve asked him on a date already. The playboy seemed like he didn’t give a shit but you could tell that he was very loyal when in a relationship. “Do you wanna get hurt? Do ya have a death wish, kid?” You smirked and crossed your arms over your chest before you said, “Wow! It’s almost as if you’re my father or something!” He gripped your waist before letting out a low growl, “Far from it, Doll.” The rest of the night was rather uneventful but fun nonetheless. You guys hung out and stargazed at the lot after the movie was over and then they walked you home. “I had a really great time with y’all. Thanks for welcoming me with open arms.” You gave them each a hug before you backed into your house. Your life was a complete mess and it was about to get messier.

Today was the day when you went over to Bob’s house and murdered him. Murder sounds so harsh, you were just putting him to sleep..... eternally. You let out a loud sigh before grabbing a pink duffel bag, trying to throw him off as much as possible. You threw in several weapons and yards of rope. You ran to the bathroom and threw open the little compartment in the back of the medicine cabinet. You took out the sleeping pills and chloroform, throwing it in your bag. Next came the outfit, you threw on a tight leather fit that resembled Catwoman’s. You wanted to look appealing to Bob but at the same time you wanted to be safe in case he decided to fight back. Time flew by as you were trying to perfect the plan and then your alarm went off. There was a text from Steve and a notification reminding you to get going. How the fuck did Steve get your number and save his contact info? He asked if you could hang with him and the gang after 10 and it was currently 7. You quickly texted back and let him know that you would be there. The boys didn’t know about this secret rendezvous and you definitely weren’t going to drag them into it. You just needed them for a quick introduction and that was it. This line of work was crazy but it paid well and the people that you worked with were like family. You pushed your hair out of your face as you got to stepping because walking was better than pulling your car up to a soc’s house, especially when it’ll be a crime scene in an hour. Bob didn’t live very far, maybe about 5 blocks since you were in the middle of both the south side and the east side. Before you could knock you heard a glass break inside of the house. Bob told you that no one was home and there weren’t any cars in the driveway. You rummaged through your duffel bag and grabbed a switchblade and hid it in your hair, sounds impossible but you learn things when you kill people for a living. The good thing was that the door was unlocked and the bad thing was that you didn’t know who or what was inside of the house. All of a sudden you got hit in the back of the head, Bob towered over you. “Altair?” Bob scrunched his face together as you pulled out your switchblade as an answer. “Pony? Where the fuck are you, man?” You heard a recognizable voice say. Bob looked around in shock, many different people were here to kill him. While he was looking around the room you took the chance to grab a gun. You pointed the laser at the back of his head before saying, “You move, I shoot. I’m going to kill you either way but you’ve gotta answer some questions first.” Darry ran into the room before yelling, “Altair? Wait, you’ve been hired to kill this guy too?!” You already knew that Dally and Pony were in the house, not the whole fucking gang. Since when were they assassins? This must be the elite fucking fight club that they were talking about. While you were lost in your thoughts, Bob moved and got on top of you with a knife to your neck. “They never told me that the target was also a trained killer. Did they tell you?” You asked Darry and he shrugged before tackling Bob off of you. The duffel bag was gone. You grabbed your gun that had slid across the room before going upstairs. You turned left and glanced in the first room, it was spacious and evident that his family had money. You looked at the portraits as a pair of arms snaked around your waist. The gun was cocked fast as fuck and you spun with the barrel connected to the man’s forehead. You were met with Dally’s big brown eyes, “I could’ve fucking shot you man, don’t sneak up on me like that!” You lowered the gun before you pushed him off of you. “Who are you working for and why are you guys here on my mission?” He smirked before saying, “Tim sent us and I’m sure he sent you too.” You nodded before stepping closer and whispering, “Let’s talk about this later. I left Darry with an armed killer and I need my duffel bag right now.” Tweedledee and Tweedledum came in view right on time, “Hey Dally, we got the duffel- oh shit hey Altair.” Johnny and Pony had my bag open, exposing my weapons. You walked up and snatched the bag from Johnny’s hands before demanding, “You guys should distract Bob while I put this cloth over his mouth, he’ll knock out and we’ll tie him up. We ask him why the boss wants him dead, kill him, and get the fuck out of here.” You jumped when you heard Two-Bit scream, “This fucking bitch just bit me!” You all agreed upon the plan and informed Soda and Steve who were in the other room before walking down the stairs. Dally went to grab Bob’s arms but his attempt proved to be unsuccessful when his fist collided with your eye socket. Your eye stung and you could feel it throb knowing that it would be a nasty bluish purple color tomorrow morning. You jumped on Bob and the action made his head hit the floor with a sickening crack. You put the cloth over his mouth and held it there while tears blurred your vision. Dally pulled you off of Bob and cradled you in his arms, “Let’s get you home.” Only then did you notice that you were crying. The mission was compromised and you’d gotten a black eye out of it. You were untouchable, you were good at your job and this sort of broke you. “Hey you guys, I’m gonna take Altair-” He was interrupted when a quiet voice said, “(Y/N)” Your hair was brushed out of your face as he finished his sentence, “I’m gonna take (Y/N) home.” The boys nodded before they gave you a hug, Johnny being the last one and he gave you your duffel bag after. You thanked him before Dally scooped you up and began the trek to your house. “I can walk just fine, Dally.” You sassed and he smiled genuinely, he was happy to know that your happy demeanor was returning. ‘I know but you’re royalty and you should be treated as such.” You threw your head back in laughter before snuggling into his chest and drifting off to sleep.

You woke up due to Dally walking up the porch stairs and you gave him the pass code. He carried you all the way up to your room before asking what pajamas you wanted. The boy let his eyes drift over your entire being, drinking in the thought of you. The boy was absolutely taken with you which rarely ever happened. He was so angry at himself for falling in love at first and now he accepted it. He wanted you to hold him in your arms while he peppered kisses all over your face. He wanted to scare off anyone who came within 20 feet of you. He wanted to be your partner on missions just to make sure that you’d be okay even though he knew that you could handle yourself. He liked that you cared about the boys since they were the closest thing to a family that he had. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice you got up until he heard the rustling of your hangers and drawers being moved around. “I could’ve gotten it for you, shortcake.” You turned and cupped both of his cheeks, “You took to long, my love.” Dallas Winston fucking melted right then and there, his tough exterior diminished because you kept matching his wit. You were literally the girl version of him with little quirks that you shared with other guys in the gang in you. “What the fuck are you doing to me, (Y/N).” You gave him an innocent but genuine smile, “The same thing that you’re doing to me, sport.” You got on the tip of your toes, just inches away from his lips. He could feel your breath tickle his face as you said, “Stay the night, please?” You bat your eyelashes before letting them flutter closed. Dally stared at you, not even noticing what you were trying to do, he was just looking at your beautiful face since the two of you had never been so close before. You let your eyes open up a bit before adding, “I was trying to kiss you but I won’t until you stop staring at me, dork.” He did his signature, “hahahahahaha” laugh before closing his eyes and meeting you halfway. Your lips collided and you were overwhelmed with a flurry of feelings, you were especially shocked when he kissed you quite softly instead of rough like you’d expected. It was a soft kiss but filled with passion, you were experiencing feelings that you didn’t even know existed. You went to slide your tongue over his bottom lip before tasting that metallic taste, his lip was still bleeding from earlier. You pulled away and covered your mouth, “Why would you let me kiss you when you slip your lip open?” He smirked and told you that it was worth it before letting you get dressed. He didn’t even notice that you took his shirt since the guy sleeps in nothing but his boxers. “Shit. You look so fucking fine. I hope you know that you’re mine now and I don’t intend on letting you go.” You crawled into the bed and settled into his frame before kissing him quickly. “I’ll think about it.’ With that said, the two of you drifted off to sleep and would later experience many amazing memories together, becoming the new Mr. & Mrs. Smith. 

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babe wake up new part of valance probably needs a hug dropped https://archiveofourown.org/works/36617623/chapters/91335670

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i just finished a seven page valance fic set after the force awakens. will be cleaning up and hopefully posting soon! (also i changed some sequels stuff to what i think fits better so it doesn’t exactly follow the beginning of the last jedi but i promise it works)

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new valance piece! much heavier than anything else i’ve done i think... he’s in a bad spot and it shows so read with caution! https://archiveofourown.org/works/39952806