#we’re slowly turning into arizona

[rectangleshorts]

I just need other people to witness this monstrosity from yesterday. This was after sunset btw. In October. 100 degrees.

[moralesmilesanhour]

if you believe in me - 01

summary: You and Miles decide to make it official. Kind of. wc: 763 warnings: none a/n: I love setting my characters up for failure <3

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Miles hadn't texted you at all since the kiss, but not for lack of trying.

He would begin to type out a message:

"hi".

No, too empty. Perhaps a bit creepy. 

Backspace.

"hey :)"

Would you expect him to use smiley faces? No, it felt too different to how he spoke in real life. Backspace.

Maybe he should rip a page out of his classmates' playbook. It always seemed to work for them when he peered over at their screens.

"wyd?"

He frowned at his phone in bewilderment. Why would he ask that all of a sudden with no context? 

Backspace. 

"Hey, Y/N! Just checking in to see how you're doing."

Miles mentally cursed himself when he realized how much the text sounded like an email.

He flopped down onto his bed in defeat, and checked his digital alarm clock. 7:30 pm. He had been sitting there for an entire half hour and could hardly get a greeting out, probably leaving you to wonder why the boy who had literally kissed you last week couldn’t be bothered to send a text. 

Miles knew that today would be special when his phone alarm actually woke him up - and from a dreamless sleep, at that. Normally the sun would practically blind him after the curtains were thrown open by his mother, yelling frantically about how he was going to be late in half an hour. The sky was miraculously just turning a periwinkle blue outside, and the possibility of actually getting breakfast seemed within reach for once.

Miles squinted to read the menu above him. Ordering a spicy beef patty before 8 in the morning sounded like a poor dietary decision, so he went with a bacon egg and cheese sandwich like everyone else. As soon as he backed up from the counter, he made the mistake of glancing to his right at the fridge containing drinks on the other side of the bodega, and his stomach dropped.

Your jacket was instantly recognizable, even from a mile away.

Miles threw on his hoodie and shuffled over to the aisle behind him, where he pretended to be preoccupied with a container of instant coffee while trying to keep his face covered. When he saw movement in his periphery, he ducked his head and inched his way towards the freezer that contained his prized can of Arizona tea. He was about to reach for the handle, just inches away from success, when your voice stopped him:

“Morales?!? Where the hell have you been?”

Fuck.

“Hey,” Miles gave you a tight smile as he turned slowly to face you. “How…how are you?”

“I’m good,” you nodded, before lightly smacking him in the arm. “Haven’t heard from you in a minute, though. Why I ain’t catch you in class?”

The boy shrugged. “I dunno. Still in the same seat every day. Maybe you just missed me.”

As he said this, Miles recalled seeing you in the cafeteria while making his way upstairs  the other day and ducking behind a trash can before your eyes could meet. You having gone back to your regular seat in AP Calc made avoidance even easier; he could simply time when he went over to his seat, a small crowd of students providing ample cover.

“Chopped cheese!” a man called out from the front, interrupting his thoughts.

“That’s me,” you said with a grin. 

“”Bacon egg and cheese!”

“And that’s me,” Miles replied as he spun around to retrieve his order, making sure to leave room for you to pass behind him after grabbing your sandwich.

Once outside, he realized that you were staring at him. Not just in passing, but expectantly. Was he meant to do something?

“What?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“You like me, right?”

“I-um…yeah,” Miles’ eyes darted away from your face. “I don’t think I’d kiss anybody I didn’t like.”

“Don’t get smart with me, you didn’t text me at all afterwards. I was starting to get the wrong impression!”

He snorted, “Well, now you’ve got the right one.”

“Sooo…” you tilted your head. “Does that mean we’re like, a thing now?”

He tensed at the suggestion. ‘A thing’. You’d think it was obvious what that meant, but what did it really mean in tenth grade? Sit at home and kiss a lot? 

But your smile began to falter the longer he took, and the sight stung him.

“I guess we are,” Miles finally replied. He looked down. “What are you doing?”

“Holding your hand, duh!”

He let you intertwine your fingers with his, tentatively squeezing them in return.

[drghostwrite]

Holding onto you… (pt. 2)

Summary: following part one… “let’s have a baby”…Callie and Y/N start their pregnancy journey.

Pairing: Callie Torres x reader

TW: mentions of miscarriage and loss!!

please, please skip this part if it is a trigger for you… the other part will flow semi seamlessly if you can’t read this part.

******************************************************** You stood there frozen, two pink lines staring back at you. “Oh my God, I’m pregnant.” You whispered to yourself in the empty locker room the seeing the test in your hand, you heard a door open and quickly shoved the positive pregnancy test in your pocket.

“Dr. Torres?” A gentle voice taunted with fear whispered.

“Yes?” You turned seeing Jo standing there.

“Your wife… Err… the other Dr. Torres is requesting a consult.”

“oh okay, um…” you grabbed your stethoscope hanging it around your neck, “let’s go.”

“wait I can come?” She asked shocked that you would let her tag in on a surgery instead of doing scut.

“Your my intern aren’t you?”

“yea, but…”

“well I don’t know about everyone else but my goal is to make you a world class surgeon, which means surgeries…” you trailed.

“thank you.” She grinned.

“yea, yea don’t get used to it.” You chuckled seeing her excitement.

a few moments later you found yourself in a reading room looking at the scans on the walls, the only thing pulling you from the trance is Wilson’s pager going off.

“Oh sorry gotta go…”

“your fine.” You said as she scurried out of the room.

“So Dr. Devine, who did you intimidate today?” Callie said teasingly.

“Ugh intimidate you know I hate that people say that.”

“Yea well Ortho Goddess marries Trauma Goddess, they should be intimidated.” She leaned in pulling you close by your hips, placing a quick kiss to your lips with a mischievous grin.

“haha very funny.” You giggled against her lips. “I do have some news for you though…” you said.

“oh? And what is that?”

“here…” you handed her the test that you had shoved in your pocket.

“what is… oh my God, Y/N are you?” She gasped.

“yea.” You shook your head tears coming to your eyes, hugging her.

“your pregnant, we’re gonna have a baby.”

the next few weeks flew by, you were waiting to tell to many people but of course Jo found out bc she walked in on you and Callie talking about it. It didn’t matter much though over the last few weeks she had become like family, the little sister you never had, Meredith and Bailey knew because Callie told them and of course you told Addison. Everyone was so excited for you both, that was until one night.

You were laying in bed, Callie behind you one hand protectively around your stomach as you both slept, you started to stir next to her feeling nauseous. You sat up slow letting your sense come to and that when you felt it wetness on the sheets, your body felt sore and cramps were slowly intensifying as you came to.

“Callie?” You called, letting your eyes adjust, “Hey baby?” You shook her shoulder gently. You reached a hand down feeling between your thighs, that’s when terror set in, you could see the deep crimson staining your finger tips, “Callie, Callie wake up!!” You yelled.

“Y/N what’s going on?!” She shot up, wide awake.

“The baby, Callie, I’m bleeding.”

“no, no…” she quickly got out of bed and helped you, you don’t bother changing as she rushed you to the hospital, cramps turning into contractions, every gasp tearing through your wife. She called Addison and told her to be ready.

she pulled up into the ambulance bay, Kepner and Hunt running out alongside Addison and Arizona who quickly barked orders.

“I want as much O neg as we can get and get me monitors for mom and baby, we’re going right to OB… let’s move people.”

Before you new it you had every monitor you could imagine hooked to you, nurses rushing around the room, “Callie?”

“right, I’m right here.”

“I’m scared, what if?…”

“no… no.” She said trying to calm you down.

A few moments later and everything went quiet, you held your breath waiting for relief to come. Addison came into the room, the door slowly closing behind her.

“What? What’s wrong, what happened?” You asked.

“um… well, it seems that…” she stopped taking a breath and letting a tear fall while trying to compose herself.

“No… No!” You cried out, sobs overtaking your body as you pulled Callie closer.

“I’m so sorry.” Addison let tears fall, how do you tell your best friend that she just lost one of the only things she’s ever wanted.

Callie climbed into the bed with you pulling you to her chest as she let tears fall into your hair, you sobbed into her chest your entire body shaking. Addison quickly left the room, going to inform Webber that you and Callie would both be needing time alone to grieve.

Returning to work weeks later was no different, not many knew about the pregnancy, those that did know were solemn but admired the way that you kept pulling through. Though many could see the open wound that still haunted you, Callie was by your side for all of it, grieving with you and helping you as you processed everything.

though the first time didn’t work you tried again, the second time didn’t take so you tried a third, so far nothing but you were hopeful.

[pixeldistractions]

What are you going to do in Nevada? Not stay there, Maria would soon find out, because Jordan mentioned the wild horses in Arizona and Johanna lost her little mind over the idea. So now they were in Arizona, scouting the canyons for wild horses. Among this and many other things she never would have guessed her life could include, there was the sound of yodeling on the canyon walls. Back and forth, a booming manly echo answered by sprightly little girl song, growing closer and mixed with laughter. He taught her to yodel. Maria never would have guessed that he knew how to yodel, but so he did, and now they both did.

Long after their sound gave them away, Maria saw them emerge around the bend of the trail, carrying back their sacks full of treasure. Would it be rocks, pine cones, sticks shaped like swords?

“Did you see any horses?”

“No, we found bugs! We’re gonna eat them!” Johanna’s face was bright with the idea.

“Oh, God, no! You can’t eat a bug!”

“Jordan said we can!”

She gaped at him in horror. He shrugged with a sheepish grin. “How’s it different from eating any other animal?”

Maria was prepared for there to be bugs on this wild adventure, but she never imagined they were going to eat them!

They were serious. He was already laying out supplies on the picnic table, spices, sauces, and a bowl to gather their bounty of bugs. They weren’t all dead yet. Maria could see one still moving. The two of them moved around the table with a curious hunger in their eyes. This was an experiment, an experience, and Maria stood out of their way. Jordan lit the campfire and Johanna gathered some sticks.

“I can’t even believe this is happening,” Maria muttered. To herself, because they weren’t listening.

They were pulling the legs off the grasshoppers and popping them onto long sticks. Jordan drizzled each bug with a drop of olive oil and sprinkled them with salt. Then he held the skewer of bugs over the campfire to roast, turning slowly, evenly.

When they were done, he pulled one off and popped it in his mouth. “Mmm, tastes like fried shrimp.”

Maria’s eyes went wide.

Johanna giggled and bounced. “My turn!”

“Ask your mom,” he told her, noticing Maria’s displeasure.

“Mama, can I? Please? Please?”

“You cooked liver at work,” he said. “You cooked scallops and shrimp. You had to peel the shells and legs off.”

Maria winced. “Well, I made Drake do that.”

“These aren’t much different from shrimp.”

“But I didn’t eat them!”

They both stared at her like she was the most alien thing in the world. It was two against one and Maria was the oddball out, and that happened more often than not with these two. How could she deny them this worldly experience? “Go on, but I can’t watch.”

Johanna sniffed the bug, nibbled on the end of it—was that its head or its butt?—then chomped down on the whole thing. “Yum! Tastes like shrimp! But we need ketchup.”

“Coming right up.” Jordan dashed over to their seasonings on the picnic table and came back with a bottle of ketchup. He put a dollop on another grasshopper for her.

“Yum! Mama try it!”

“Nope, Sorry. No way. Not now, not ever!”

After they laughed for a long moment, Jordan asked, “Chicken? The bird kind?”

“You don’t have to,” Maria said.

But that was no use. He was already up, handing the skewer of cooked bugs to Johanna to nibble on. He made another skewer of cubed chicken, drizzled it with olive oil and salt, no bugs in sight, and returned to the fire. He turned this skewer with just as much care as he had done with the bugs, slowly and evenly, until it glistened oily and golden.

“Chicken for the lady,” he said. He handed her a paper plate, showcasing a perfect skewer of chicken and a tidy dollop of ketchup. A playful bow and a smile that said, Forgive me?

What could he ever do to need forgiveness for? If there was anything, this wasn’t it.

— from “boxes and squares #5.1: live the fairytale” (1/10)

footnotes: remember Maria really really hates bugs!

Next -> // index

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Guess which team I support!

I saw the post about complimenting other teams, so here's mine!

Anaheim Ducks: Still ducks, but at least they’re not waddling anymore. Slowly growing those wings.

Arizona Coyotes: At least they have a loyal fan base, even if it fits inside a Starbucks.

Boston Bruins: Great season, but that playoff curse is harder to shake than Brad Marchand’s chirping.

Buffalo Sabres: Always the underdog, but hey, they're like the Oilers pre-McDavid—on the rise, baby!

Calgary Flames: Flames? It's more like a flicker compared to the Oilers' firepower. It’s OK, Alberta’s still ours.

Carolina Hurricanes: Fast, sure, but they’ve got nothing on McDavid’s warp speed.

Chicago Blackhawks: Bedard is fun, but we’ll remind you that it takes more than one superstar to rival our McDavid and Draisaitl.

Colorado Avalanche: Mackinnon’s great, no doubt, but if McDavid turned up the speed any higher, Nate might need a head start... and a jetpack.

Columbus Blue Jackets: At least they’ve got the coolest name in the league... and, um, yeah, that’s it.

Dallas Stars: Stars may shine, but our Oilers are burning brighter. Yee-haw!

Detroit Red Wings: Historic? Sure. But our present is more exciting, don’t you think?

Edmonton Oilers: We’ve got McDavid, Draisaitl, and enough offensive firepower to make the league tremble. No bias here, just facts.

Florida Panthers: Sure, you had your Cinderella run, but your glass slipper cracked—better luck next time.

Los Angeles Kings: Kings? More like court jesters when McDavid’s on the ice. But hey, we appreciate the entertainment!

Minnesota Wild: A solid team with strong defense, but they sure aren’t ready to face our playoff onslaught.

Montreal Canadiens: Young team, lots of history, but it’ll be another century before you catch our firepower.

Nashville Predators: Cool jerseys, great fans, but you’ll need a lot more to take down the Oil.

New Jersey Devils: Fast and flashy, but McDavid could still skate circles around them blindfolded.

New York Islanders: Defensive wizards, but offense wins games. You’ve seen our highlight reels, right?

New York Rangers: Great in theory, but let’s be honest—nobody’s pulling the spotlight away from Edmonton.

Ottawa Senators: Keep rebuilding, maybe by the time McDavid retires, you’ll be playoff-ready.

Philadelphia Flyers: The Broad Street Bullies are more like baby bulls next to the Oilers’ charging offense.

Pittsburgh Penguins: Old guard, meet the new era. Your time was great, but it’s McDavid’s league now.

San Jose Sharks: Shark Tank? More like a kiddie pool.

Seattle Kraken: Second season was fun, but Edmonton’s got a dynasty in the making—good luck keeping up.

St. Louis Blues: Still riding that 2019 wave, but the tides have shifted north.

Tampa Bay Lightning: The storm’s fading, Tampa. There’s a new powerhouse in town—guess who?

Toronto Maple Leafs: Sure, you have history and a massive fan base, but when was the last time you outscored the Oilers?

Vancouver Canucks: At least the jerseys are nice, right? Yeah, we’re taking that playoff spot.

Vegas Golden Knights: Congrats on the Cup, but let’s be real, you had to avoid us to get it.

Washington Capitals: Ovechkin’s a beast, but nothing out there scares our Oilers’ scoring squad.

Winnipeg Jets: Close neighbors, but we’re the big brothers on this block, and it shows every game.

I couldn't tag dallas and Detroit...

[trashbag-baby666]

Sir, you know it’s illegal to operate a horse while high? -A Curt and John comedy story.

What’s Waited Till Tomorrow Starts Tonight au (mota hs au)

For you king <33 @mangokittokatsu

Summary: Curt and John just wanted to go have a snack at his and Ken’s place…

WC: 520

C/W: mentions of smoking weed

mota masterlist!

John smiled and lazily waved at the car slowly passing him and Curt. Truthfully he was too high to care how slow the horses were moseying down the road. The girls were at school and Gale was working so that warranted John and Curt to spend the day like they were in high school again. 

Curt rolled three joints and bareback rode Arizona down to John and Gales. John was already on the deck sitting and waiting for him. 

After Curt turned Arizona out the two were sitting on the back deck with the first joint lit. 

The two relished in the nice, late fall day. It was warm enough that they were in just jeans and t-shirts. 

The two got through two and one third of the joints before Curt remembered Ken made a couple of pies the previous night. 

“Is that a cop?” John pointed ahead at a black ford explorer driving towards them. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Curt flicked the half smoked joint he was finishing into the ditch. Curt and John both tried to look as normal as possible, waving to the officer as he passed. 

The two began to panic as they heard the car turn around and put on his sirens. They pulled the horses to the side unsure of what was about to happen. 

John sat himself up straighter and would lead with, ‘do you have any idea who my husband is?’ act.

The sirens turned off and the door of the police car opened and shut.

“Afternoon, gentlemen.”

“Officer,” Curt said and John meekly nodded. He knew he wasn’t going to get away with this. He could feel the squint in his eyes and knew they’d be bloodshot as all hell. 

“It’s medicinal, VA prescribed down in Denver.” Curt leaned down pulling up his jean leg to show the officer his prosthetic. 

“Where are you boys headed?” The officer asked, John feeling a small amount of anxiety fluttering through his chest.

“My husbands a lawyer.” John cleared his throat. Curt whipped his head around, his eyes pinched glaring at John.

“Sorry, officer. We’re just headed back to my place, it’s not even a quarter of a mile.” Curt scratched the back of his neck, “Won’t happen again.”

“Sir, you know it’s illegal to operate a horse while high?” The officer crossed his arm, “Do you have any more on you sir?”

Curt grunted and rested his reins on Arizona’s neck and dug out the small jar he had jammed into his pocket with a small nugget left. 

“I’ll let you off with a warning, but don’t let me catch you guys doing this again. Just as dangerous as operating a vehicle.” 

As the officer turned to walk away, Curt muttered under his breath, just loud enough for John to hear, "Yeah, because a horse is going to hit 60 on the highway."

John tried to hide his laugh as the cop pulled away and around them waving them off. 

“What a fuckin’ prick,” Curt snorted as soon as the cruiser was out of sight, “Jokes on him, i got another gram back at home.” -

taglist: @austeenbootler @coastiewife465 @executethyself35 @slowsweetlove

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HURT　ME?　　��　　KNOW　YOU　WON'T　HURT　ME!

[     lola tung ,  cis  woman,  she/her   ]     ⸻     have you seen CRYSTAL "MOONEY" SONG?　yes,　the TWENTY - ONE year old JUNIOR that’s usually wandering around campus? they’re currently focused on BIOLOGY,　so we’re sure they’ve been super busy with studying.　according to rumors, they were michael’s HALF - SISTER and he knew they GRAVELY INJURED SOMEONE IN A HIT - AND - RUN.　does it make sense considering they’re known for being DRIVEN as well as BLUNT?　either way,　the phantom is threatening to bring scary things to light,　but let’s hope whatever they’re hiding stays in the dark.  [  maria,  21,  she/her,  mst,  body horror ]

rly quick stats

introducing crystal moon song

known as. mooney

dob. 2003 march 23

zodiac big three. aries sun, scorpio moon, virgo rising

sexuality. bisexual

extracurriculars. model un, book club; i think she'd also be in an intramural soccer or volleyball team and i am *palms out* asking for her teammates

inspirations. kim kelly (freaks and geeks), mandy milkovich (shameless), kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), jade west (victorious), miranda hobbes (sex and the city)

biography

tw car crash

mooney was born crystal moon song to her mama, esther song. the way she came wasn't very conventional. esther & michael kepler's father were friends from college, still so close decades later that esther asked him to be the sperm donor for the child she was hellbent on having after coming out of a loveless marriage and a career she hated. he agreed! it went well, and esther moved to cottonwood, arizona as soon as she knew she was pregnant. while mr. kepler wasn't involved in her life all that much, mooney and her mom would often make the drive to california to pay the keplers a visit during school breaks, and even christmas/thanksgiving a couple years.

if mooney's full name didn't gave it away, just know that esther is like the final boss of all hippies. she moved to cottonwood to start a psychic business in downtown sedona, which was only a short drive away. she's big on spirituality, connecting with nature, mediation, and whatnot.

esther always said that mooney was the universe's ultimate test of patience for her, with her sarcasm, dry humor, and iron will-- all decidedly the very opposite of esther. but mooney would argue that she needed traits like that, to keep her mother's feet planted firmly on the ground and reel her back in through every disastrous fling.

mooney always had a bit of a temper too, and she started playing soccer to have some kind of outlet for it. she's good too! really good. esther's got the money to really pimp her out, with her own soccer coach, soccer camps during the summer, etc. she plays all the way through high school, team captain and the whole nine yards.

it ends badly. mooney was only 15 when she gravely injures a pedestrian during a hit-and-run. she had taken her mom's car to go to a party. it was dark. she was still a little drunk. it's bad. it's worse because she ran away. three weeks later, and she finds out that the person suffered a head injury that landed them in a coma.

much to her luck, esther used to be a judge. she talked and talked and pulled strings she hadn't pulled in years to get mooney out of the situation scot-free, all on the condition that esther pays for the family's medical bills. that meant no more investing in mooney's sport. it also meant dipping into her college fund. it was tragic, but it was also esther's version of a 'lesson' for mooney.

slowly, she fell out of love with the sport. all of her club friends drifted away from her and she quickly found out that the only reason she really liked playing it was because she liked the people she was playing with. that, and the guilt just weighed on her. she looked elsewhere for her passions, for her comforts.

she just so happened to find them in the sciences, specifically biology. it turns out she got more out of the hikes and the camping trips her mother forced her on as a kid than just realigned chakras, or whatever her mom said. she loved nature above all else! wanted to understand the why behind everything she saw and so she saw to it, devoting a huge chunk of her time to academics through the rest of high school.

she gets a pretty nifty scholarship from golden state for her stellar grades. it's not everything she hoped. it's not playing on the women's soccer team for some ivy league miles away from home, but it's fine. she hustles to pay for what her scholarship doesn't cover every term, and that's been her life for three years.

personality

mooney is aggressive. in everything she does. she's abrasive, irritable, rough around the edges, and highly! judgemental! can come across as a know-it-all, and a snob, but it's just because she knows better than you do and she can prove it. her words. has made her fair share of people cry because of her need to punish idiocy.

but she's also incredibly loyal to the few people she's got in her corner. while she will go to extreme lengths to get revenge, she won't shy away from helping her loved ones with the same ferocity. she is equal parts brave and hard-working. an academic, even now. definite gym bro too, with the highlights of her workout pics and everything.

loves fiona apple and mitski and telling people 'you just don't get her like i do'.

wordle and duolingo streak warrior!!!

doesn't wanna admit it because she's so science and logic driven but she so buys into the whole nature-spirituality-yoga-pilates-green-juice-every-morning schtick her mom's got going on. she's the plant mom friend. she's a birder too, like seriously. has a note on her phoone full of all the different birds shes seen.

doesn't drive anymore. could never get over that mental block to get behind the wheel again; it makes her too anxious. so she either walks, skateboards, or ubers everywhere.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Kitten Heel

Fandom: DC Comics

Summary: Roy meets Jade in college and she offers to help him study chemistry in exchange for help in her music class. They develop feelings for each other, but Jade disappears after the semester ends. Nearly a year later, Roy catches a glimpse of a woman with a baby getting on the train. And she's wearing his bracelet...

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Roy Harper, Jade Nguyen, Dick Grayson, Koriand'r, Ryand'r, Karras

Relationships: CheshRoy, DickKory, KoryKarras

Additional Tags: College AU, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Falling in Love, Complicated Relationships, Arranged Marriage, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Single Parents, Good Friend Roy Harper, Past Drug Addiction, Past Torture, Breaking Up & Making Up, Trust Issues, Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Chapter Three: Sleep Study

Roy lay in the bed of his truck on his stomach, eating popcorn as the movie played. Jade lay beside him, picking over her nachos while she stared at him. “What’s your angle?” Jade asked.

“My—. My angle? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Roy scoffed.

Jade grinned. “You know what I mean. What do you think? A movie, maybe dinner after, and then you take me back to your dorm?” Jade asked. She wanted to pick a fight. Roy caught it in time to compose himself.

“This the game you play with every guy you hang out with? We’re not on a date… We’re not gonna magically fall in love with each other during a Jim Carrey movie. We’re barely even friends. If you’d call it that. So, let’s enjoy the movie, and I can drop you off at the parking garage so you can get home safely,” Roy replied. Jade smiled.

“Well-played popcorn boy... I think I’m winning the not-date?” Jade asked.

“Shut up and eat your nachos,” Roy laughed, “Also, fair warning, after I finish this soda, I’m going to release the most heinous burp you’ve ever heard.”

“Hell, I’ll give you the ten bucks to keep you from doing that,” Jade laughed.

“Okay, not a heinous burp… How about you give me a fiver, and I get one polite burp?” Roy asked playfully. Jade giggled.

“Tiny belch,” Jade replied as she reached into her pocket and gave him five dollars. Roy hopped out of the truck bed and ordered two baskets of food. “One for you, courtesy of your five. Do you like spicy chicken?”

Jade took a bite of her sandwich. “Thanks,” Jade purposely answered with her mouth full.

“Nice. Looks like you got red onions on yours. I always hate when they put sweet onions on my sandwiches,” Roy replied as he took his pinky and wiped the corner of her mouth. Jade’s eyes widened. Roy laughed, turning to face the screen. He sucked the sauce off his pinky and bit into his sandwich. Jade casually took a fry and used it to wipe the corner of his mouth. “We’re disgusting.” Her eyes traveled to his tattoo.

Roy turned to her. “It means something if that’s what you’re wondering… People make their assumptions, but—.”

“I didn’t have an assumption… Only a question. Where are you from, Roy?” Jade asked.

Roy smiled. “I’m from Arizona… When I was adopted, I moved to California,” Roy answered. Jade nodded.

“Roy, your tattoos are none of my business… I was only admiring them. They suit you,” Jade whispered. Roy took a bite of his sandwich and held back a grin. He thought it was polite of her to mention it.

“Thank you,” Roy mumbled. Jade took a sip of her soda. Silence fell between them soon afterward.

Halfway through the movie, Roy noticed Jade shivering, and he took a blanket, tossing it over her. She turned to face him. “What are you doing?” Jade asked.

“It’s cold,” Roy mumbled as his eyes drooped. His head bobbed, and she watched as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Jade pulled the blanket over Roy, wriggling close to him so they could share. Roy mumbled something in his sleep, and Jade grinned.

“You won the ten dollars,” Jade whispered as she nestled close to him, accepting his warmth. When the movie ended, Roy sat up with a start, forgetting where he was, and Jade messed up his hair. “Let’s go.”

“I fell asleep?” Roy asked. Jade nodded.

“I’m afraid so… Want me to drive?” Jade asked.

Roy yawned and stretched, accidentally hitting Jade in the process. “Be careful,” she laughed.

“I’m sorry… Maybe you should drive,” Roy replied. Jade sat up, folding the quilt and picking up trash from the truck’s bed. Roy helped, drowsily sitting up. “How was the movie?”

“It was good… I could do this again now that I know it’s not a date… And here’s your ten,” Jade replied, “Speaking of not-dating, could I spend the night in your dorm? It’s dark, and I don’t think I brought my taser.”

“Is that your angle?” Roy asked. Jade chuckled and shook her head.

“If I wanted you, I wouldn’t have to play cat and mouse to get you,” Jade replied. He gave her the car keys and dozed off. She drove Roy home. He woke up once the car stopped and led her to his dorm.

“It’s nothing fancy, so don’t expect anything special… You’re taking Dick’s bed. It’s the one by the metal hula hoop and the cute little family pictures,” Roy whispered. He opened the partition Dinah got him as a going-away present. “I’m gonna change into my pajamas.”

“You wear pajamas?” Jade teased.

“Wanna borrow some pajamas?” Roy asked as he changed into a pair of sweats and a cropped t-shirt.

“Sure… But I don’t sleep in pants. It’s like socks. I kick them off in my sleep,” Jade replied before Roy stepped from behind the partition. Jade chuckled. “Nice top.”

“It’s my ex’s shirt. I tried to return it to her, but she said I should call it even because she kept my varsity jacket. “Which makes it kind of weird because we’ve been friends since we were kids and—.”

“Why’d you break up?” Jade asked.

“We’re in different places mentally and physically right now… But we’re still friends. I don’t think anything could change that,” Roy answered honestly. Jade nodded as Roy rummaged through his drawers for a shirt he wouldn’t miss. “Here you go.” He handed her a lightweight thermal, and she stepped behind the partition to change into it.

Their clothes hung on opposite sides of the partition, and Roy climbed into bed without a word. He turned on his side and faced Dick’s bed like every night. Except, this night, Jade was in his bedroom wearing nothing but his thermal. She climbed into Dick’s bed, and Roy waved. Jade chuckled and waved back. “This feels like a kiddie sleepover. Do you know any scary stories?” Jade half-joked.

“I’m not the scary story type,” Roy replied, “You ever had a co-ed sleepover before?”

“No. Have you?” Jade asked.

“Yeah, I’ve been to plenty. It was always the same group, though,” Roy answered, “Jade?” He noticed the worried look on her face, even in the dark.

“Yes, Roy?” Jade replied.

“I’m not gonna walk over there… If I do get up, I’ll go to the bathroom. Nothing else, okay?” Roy reassured.

“I’m not scared—.”

“I know, but I figured I should say it anyway… I’m tired now… Goodnight, Jade,” Roy whispered in a voice so low she could barely hear it.

“Goodnight, Roy,” Jade replied. Roy fell into a deep sleep, but Jade lay awake. She watched him breathe until she was sure he wouldn’t get up, and she closed her eyes.

[jodilin65]

My cousin's daughter has the Wicked Witch of the East listed as being born in New Hampshire. I didn’t know that. I just assumed she was born in Springfield.

Although I didn’t have breathing issues, I only slept for five hours, which doesn’t make it easier to get to my appointment. I gotta try my best to get there because I have questions for her. I also scheduled my dental appointment for December.

We don’t think we’ll be able to move next year, but we’re aiming for some time in 2026. The tentative plan is to find out if it would be cheaper to get either a gas car or a better electric car here or in New Mexico, which is where we’re likely going to end up. If it’s cheaper here, we’ll drive out there. If it’s cheaper there, we’ll fly out and buy one there. Since there aren’t any major ports where we’re headed, we’ll probably have to pack our stuff in a pod, have it shipped to El Paso, and fly in there. Once we’re set up, we’ll drive a U-Haul to Texas to retrieve our belongings.

We’re planning to go off the grid. Now that options are available that weren’t around when we moved to Maricopa, it’ll take a while for people and their damn dogs to reach us once the area builds up. We’re looking at getting two tiny homes, each around 500 square feet. One would be for living, and the other would serve as a laundry room and storage. The main house will be of better quality and possibly even furnished. You can bet I’m taking my beloved waterbed! Same goes for my skier—my favorite way to stay active. A good 90% of the dolls, knick-knacks, and various collectibles won’t be making the move. The second house will be very basic, with only water pipes and a sink installed, which will be all we need for a washer and dryer. We’ll definitely talk to a realtor, a contractor, and whoever else we may need. We’ll also need to bring in solar panels and dig a well.

The few things I have mixed feelings about are that the place will be small, colder in the winter, and I’ll be back among the nightmares I experienced in Arizona. I saw it all there—tarantulas, black widows, scorpions, snakes, etc. I’m not usually scared of snakes, but we have to be cautious depending on the season. I only saw one Gila monster in Arizona, but they’re bad news too. Javelinas can also be trouble. I’m more concerned with being creeped out by giant but harmless spiders than by any actual dangers.

I still can’t figure out what those giant spiders were in Phoenix that didn’t seem to be in Maricopa. Not that Maricopa didn’t have its share of horror-movie spiders. I thought they might be Avondales, but AI says those aren’t in Arizona. I don’t think they were tarantulas, even though they were just as big, because they didn’t seem furry. Tarantulas tend to move slowly, too. My research suggests they might have been hobos, wolf spiders, or some less harmful kind of brown recluse. Whatever they were, they were nightmare material. They were HUGE. We’re talking a good six inches in diameter, at least.

Given how things have turned out here, I’m now glad we didn’t get that house I wanted in Port St. Lucie. That would have been a bit hard to give up. It was bigger and had an amazing view. Now, I just want a place where I feel safe that I really love, somewhere we can stay until we’re too old and have to move into an apartment or assisted living.

[nobody7102]

Unless You Are A Fool

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Warning: None

A/N: Wanted to do my take on a little flashback.

Main Master-List

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The warm atmosphere of the Hard Deck swirled around the familiar group of aviators as pool cues were tossed around. “So what’s everyone doing with their two week off?” Pete hummed watching as his team passed around drinks.

“Sleeping” Mickey hummed, which was followed by a chorus of similar responses. 

Laughing at the response, Pete turned to the three people who hadn’t answered his question. “Bradley, Jake, Natasha? What about the three of you?” 

Javy nudged Jake's side “We all know what Seresin and Trace are gonna get up to” before mimicking kissing sounds as he stuck his tongue out. 

Shaking her head, Natasha grabbed a stray peanut shell from Bob’s pile on the table and threw it at the pilot “At least he’s getting something Coyote” she smiled watching as he dodged the shell. “We’re actually going to be hanging out with Rooster.” she hummed, upon hearing the words fall from her mouth, Bradley stiffened. 

Standing from his bend over spot at the pool table, Bradley leaned against his cue. “You two were serious about that?” 

Moving away from Coyote, Jake nodded to Rooster as he made his way next to Natasha “She’s my best friend Bradshaw, you don’t get to hog her while she’s here” He wrapped his arm around Natasha’s shoulder “Besides, since we’ve both been talking about her, I figured Nat could meet her finally.” 

Slowly nodding, Bradley hummed. “Okay… well I’m picking her up form the airport tomorrow morning” 

“Hold on” Javy held up his hand “Who the hell are we talking about?” Bradley and Jake looked around the group to see the confused faces before looking at each other, Bradley nodded to Jake.

Letting out a sigh Jake spoke “A few years ago, Rooster and I were stationed together in my hometown down in Texas… I wanted to show him around town… and my best friend Y/N wanted to welcome me back home, so our first night there the three of us went out for a drink. The next thing I know I’m alone at the bar with no idea where Y/N or Rooster are so I made my way back to my housing. Rooster was my neighbor, so let's just say when I got back to my place I knew exactly where both of them were” 

“Hey I didn’t know you were my neighbor” Rooster defended himself

“Yeah but you did know that the walls between housings are thin” Jake pointed at Bradley “Y/N is practically my little sister, I did not need to hear everything I heard that night” 

Furrowing his brow, Pete set his beer down “Brad you’ve got a girlfriend?”

Turning to face Pete, Bradley sheepishly nodded “I was gonna tell you but there was never really a good time… but you can meet her tomorrow if you want. Like I said I’m picking her up from the airport, Jake and Nat are coming, you could come too?” 

“Actually…” Natasha started “Bob and I were gonna be on base in the morning just to test out some new maneuvers. But I can meet up with you guys here for lunch like we talked about” Nat placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder as he nodded.

“Well Bradshaw, just you, me, and Maverick tomorrow” 

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“I can’t believe you’re actually wearing that god awful shirt” Jake shook his head as he sat next to Rooster and Mav.

Furrowing his brows, Bradley looked down at the teal shirt that very similarly resembled a can of ‘Arizona Green Tea’ before he mumbled “Y/N got me this shirt” 

“Are you two gonna be able to play nice?” Pete crossed his arms “Because I’m sure she’s not gonna want to spend her whole trip listening to the two of you bicker” 

A smile came to the two pilots' faces as they listened to their captain. “Oh she dealt with Jake in high school and the two of us together for like three years now” Bradley clapped his hand down on Pete’s shoulder “I think it’ll be fine” moving to stand Bradley twirled the single flower he bought just outside the airport before walking to look out the glass doors that lead onto the tarmac. A smile graced over Bradley’s face as he waved for Mav and Jake to stand as he made his way outside.

A few feet away, people exited the plane. The group of three took a few minutes watching the crowd before Jake and Bradley laughed seeing Y/N step off of the blane with a small duffle slung over her shoulder as she walked down the steps of the plane her eyes scanned her surroundings before a grin broke out on her face.

“Roost!” she yelled before taking off towards the pilot with her arms outstretched. Bradley jogged forward holding out the flower to Y/N, who just dropped her duffleand plucked the flower from his hand before wrapping her arms around his frame as Bradley ducked his head down to capture her lips in a kiss before they pulled apart and she tucked her head into the crook of his neck. “I missed you” she mumbled.

Kissing the side of her head, Bradley smiled back as his eyes caught sight of Jake who rolled his eyes at the sight. “You should go to grumpy, he thinks I’m gonna hog you this whole visit” 

Pulling out of the hug, Y/N smiled once more seeing Jake before she jogged up to him to capture him in her embrace. “Have you been good Serein” she hummed

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that Y/L/N?” Jake chuckled. 

Pulling from the hug Y/N turned to Bradley and pointed at Jake “Have you two been giving each other trouble?” 

“When does he not give me trouble Honey?” Bradley grabbed Y/N’s duffle and walked over before he placed a hand on Y/N’s waist and led her over to Pete. “Honey, this is Jake and I’s captain, Pete Mitchell… and my Uncle Maverick”

Sticking out his hand “It’s a pleasure t-” Before he could finish Y/N extended a hug to Pete, who froze for a moment, eyes flickering to Bradley and Jake.

‘She’s a hugger’ Jake mouthed before Pete hugged the woman back.

“Thank you for keeping them safe” she smiled, pulling out from the hug. 

“Just doing my job ma’am” he chuckled. 

Returning to Bradley’s side, Y/N wrapped her arm around Bradley’s waist before throwing her other arm over Jake’s shoulder as Pete took the liberty of taking the duffle bag form Bradley so they could walk out to the bronco. 

Leaning her head against Bradley’s shoulder Y/N hummed “So Jake, Rooster tell me you’re in love with one of your fellow aviators” she looked between the two men

Jake glared at Bradley as he bit the inside of his cheek before he spoke “Is that right?” before he walked off to the bronco. 

“I-” Bradley started “I was-... I didn’t tell her that” 

Y/N furrowed her brows “Yes you did.” she chuckled innocently watching as Jake walked away.

“I was- I didn’t-” Bradley tried again as Maverick stood a few feet away from the group, watching the all too familiar scene play out in front of him.

“Yes you did” Y/N said again looking back to Bradley

Bradley watched dumbfounded as Jake got into the back of the bronco before turning back to Y/N “I can’t believe you said that, that was a secret” he smiled pulling Y/N into him placing a kiss on her lips. 

“Oh gosh” Y/N smiled into the kiss “Sorry” she hummed but Bradley just shook his head as they all made the bronco, Maverick put Y/N’s duffle in the trunk as Y/N hopped into the passenger seat “Jake I’m so sorry, I didn’t know” she laughed “but now that it out there can I at least get her name” she looked at Jake through the rearview mirror as Bradley started to drive out of the airport parking lot.

Jake huffed with a smile on his face “Natasha” 

Y/N nodded and repeated the name “Well when can I meet her?” she turned back to look at Jake who just smiled and shook his head “What? She certainly must be something if she can put up with you” which earned a laugh from everyone in the car. 

Jake glanced down at his phone still smiling before he leaned forward so Y/N could hear him over the wind “How’s meeting her in 20 minutes sound”

Y/N nodded “I can do twenty minutes”

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As the group made it to the Hard Deck, Y/N noticed how Jake’s face lit up when he saw a car pull in at the same time as the bronco. “Is that her?” she hummed as Bradley parked. 

All Jake could do was nod before he climbed out of the car and walked over to the other. Pulling open the door and the driver from their seat and into his arm. Y/N smiled watching as Jake and Natasha laughed before he pulled her into a quick kiss. “I have never seen him this mushy” Y/N commented to Bradley as he helped her out from the bronco.

“Do you wanna take some of the mush I’ve seen?” He chuckled back as his arm resumed its previous place around her waist as he led her over to Jake and Natasha while Pete made his way into the bar to take up a stand.

Stopping a bit away from Jake and Natasha, Bradley and Y/N waited for Jake to bring Natasha over. 

Natasha was the first to speak “You must be Y/N” she smiled extending her hand “I’m Natasha, or Phoenix if you like” 

Y/N shook her hand, “It's very nice to finally meet you” she hummed before Natasha into her side and wrapped her arm around her shoulder as the two started to walk to the entrance of the bar “Now what embarrassing things hasn’t Jake told you?” Natasha laughed as Jake pointed to the ladies.

“Y/N you are not-”

“Oh yes she is” Phoenix chuckled back to him as they entered the bar, Jake and Bradley caught the end of their conversation.

“Oh, do you know about Jake’s line dancing?” 

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It had been a good two hours since the group reached the bar and they had taken up a circle booth not that far off from the bar. With everyone on their second round of drinks before Bradley decided to take his place at the piano starting up that familiar tune of ‘Great Balls’ leaving Natasha, Y/N and Jake in the booth, Jake rested his arm on the top of the booth as they all laughed, watching Bradley. 

The group laughed as Bradley stood from the stool and continued to play, he placed his sunglasses over his eyes. “Yeah get it Chicken!” Jake yelled with a laugh only to be elbowed in the side by Y/N

“Jake, could you get him?! God doesn’t he ever embarrass you?” she laughed. 

“Oh Bradshaw, fuck yeah. I’m embarrassed everytime he does this shit, but I’m not about to stop him” Jake laughed, taking a sip from his beer before he continued “But I will say I have never been more embarrassed then that one time with the col-”

“Colonel's daughter” Y/N finished his sentence still watching Bradley, elbowing him lightly in the side once more as Natasha turned her attention to the two friends furrowing her brows with a smile.

“What?!” Jake’s eyes went wide.

Y/N just nodded turning to Jake “He told me all about the time you went ballistic with Maria Norris” 

Jake paused trying to process Y/N’s words “Did he?” Y/N just laughed “Well that’s great”

She just shook her head, as Natasha took a sip of her beer trying to act like she wasn’t paying attention to what Y/N said “He tells me about all of them Jake” Jake just slowly nodded as Y/N turned her attention back to Bradley “How my sweet little angel Rooster goes home early for church” the table laughed at the joke as Y/N turned her head to look at Jake once more “And how you.” she started “You always go home with the hot women” 

Jake scoffed “Alright thank you Y/N” he took one last sip of his beer before placing it back down on the table “I’m umm… I’m gonna go embarrass myself with Rooster for a while” he stood walking over to the piano, joining Bradley in his performance. 

Grabbing her own drink from the table Y/N took a sip before turning to Natahsa “I would love to be able to warn you off about Jake” she took another sip “but I just love him to death” she set down the drink “You know, I’ve know Jake for a lot of years now and I’ll tell you one things for certain” Natasha leaned across the table raising her brow at Y/N with a smile “there are hearts that are breaking wide open all over the world too-night” she hummed happily.

“Why” Nat furrowed her brows slightly.

Y/N just laughed “Because unless you are a fool” she pointed over to Jake “That boy is off the market” Natasha glanced over to Jake “He is one hundred percent, prime time in love with you” Y/N raised her hand to poke Phoenix's shoulder.

Natasha’s smile grew wider hearing Y/N’s words before she jumped hearing the women raise her voice “Rooster ya big hunk!” Natasha laughed hearing the complement 

“That's me Honey” Rooster looked over his shoulder with his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. 

“Are you buying us another round or are you loosin’ me to the bed?!” Y/N yelled over the singing of the other patrons of the bar.

“Then you better show me the way home Honey” Bradley laughed.

Nudging Phoenix’s shoulder, Y/N motioned over to the piano before they both stood from their spots to join their boys.

Turning back to his drink Pete shook his head as he smiled from ear to ear. “What’s got you all smiley?” Penny hummed, resting in front of him.

Shaking his head the captain just glanced back over his shoulder “Oh nothing…. Just thinking about a good time I had a while ago”

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Taglist: @shawnsthighs @caswinchester2000 @hopefulinlove

[drghostwrite]

Next Time We’re Driving…

Pairing: Arizona robbins x reader

Summary: Arizona and her wife are world class surgeons, recently they decided to take a vacation but in the process of their flight things take a turn for the worst. Can Arizona overcome her fear and PTSD from the crash? Can they save lives while 30,000 feet in the air?

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You looked up from your phone watching as the flight attendants scurried to make sure everyone was on and closed the doors, you heard one of them start to make the announcement welcoming you all to the flight and explaining emergency plans. You could feel the plane start to move down the runway preparing for take-off, you felt a hand grip your thigh and looked over at your wife.

"Arizona, are you sure you're going to be okay?" you said taking her hand in yours, she squeezed you back, but couldn't take her eyes off the window she was currently staring out.

"I think so just need to get in the air, I need this to be a smooth flight."

"Arizona, look at me..." she ripped her eyes off the window and turned to you, "It'll be okay, I promise, i know it's hard but just take a deep breath." she slowly nodded at you then leaned her head on your shoulder wrapping her other arm around yours, you leaned your head down on hers letting her know you weren't going anywhere. a few moments later the plane started to lift off which can always be a little rocky and you felt she gripped your hand tighter leaning into you, you bent placing a kiss on her forehead realizing that her eyes were squeezed shut. "Breathe baby just breathe."

About an hour later and everything was going smoothly, Arizona had settled back in her seat and after nightmares the night prior she even started to get some sleep, though she still tightly held onto your hand. Perks of flying first class was that she could sleep uninterrupted and she had a little more room, though all hopes were quickly squashed when a flight attendant came up to you.

"Ma'am... I, uh... I saw your shirt." she said motioning to the 1/4 zip that you had on, you had left so early that you just threw on whatever was comfortable, not realizing that it read "Angels Memorial Hospital Trauma dept."

"Yea?"

"Are you a doctor?"

"I'm a trauma surgeon, is everything okay?"

"Can I just have you follow me?"

"Um sure," Arizona shifted when she felt the loss of your hand, you leaned down to whisper that you'd be right back. Before turning to follow the flight attendant.

"It's normal for people to be scared of flying."

"Yea well unfortunately my wife hasn't had the best luck with planes before.

"Oh?"

"She was involved in a crash a few years back, this is her first time back on a flight."

"That's understandable then," she said pushing the dividing curtains aside, guiding you through sections of people, a lot of them watching movies or sleeping, slowly the sections held less passengers, everything seemed pretty still until you stepped into one section at the back of the plane.

Suddenly you understood why she needed you, before you was a young mom, face contorted in pain a flight attendant was squatted down next to her, trying to talk to her while looking extremely worried.

"So this is why we need a doctor..."

"Okay, that's okay," you said nodding to her but quickly you made you way over and squatted down in front of the mom, "Hey mama how're we feeling?"

"I'm not sure, not good."

“That’s okay, sweetheart what’s your name?”

“Ava.”

"Okay Ava, I'm Dr. Y/N Sinclair, just call me Y/N... can you tell me what exactly you're feeling?"

"I um... I started to feel some cramping, thought it was a false alarm but it's been getting worse, and my water broke."

"How long ago did your water break?"

"an hour ago..." spoke the second flight attendant.

“Why didn’t you come get me sooner?”

“We thought we had this handled… we’ve all watched the training video.”

“A training video?” They both nodded. “Okay yea no.”

“But…”

“Look right now I need you to go back to my seat and get my wife, calmly bring her back here and tell her I have it handled.”

“okay.” Said the first attendant before scurrying off, “okay Ava what I’m going to need from you is to try and relax your muscles, I’m gonna need to get your pants off so I can examine you.

“okay.” She said softly, fear plaguing her features.

it wasn’t long after that you had examined her and found that she was extremely close to having her baby and no sooner Arizona came bursting through into the small room.

“Hey what do we have?” She said placing a steady hand on your back, and kneeling down next to you.

“Um can I talk to you?” You said to her motioning your head back through the curtain, she slowly nodded reading your eyes and guided you back the flight attendants rushing to the young girls side.

once you were in the next rows and out of earshot, Arizona spoke up, “so preterm labor?”

“yea and by the looks of it 8-10 weeks early.” You said concerned.

“Is that confirmed?”

“not yet as soon as I saw her I sent for you, Arizona she’s young but you know how labor is and bleeding I’m concerned for that… you know what a nose bleed is like let alone having a baby.”

“True, though even in the best case this could strain the baby with the pressurized cabin.”

“So what’re we thinking we can try to put it off as long as possible but with her water having already broken our hands are tied.”

“Yea, okay so let’s try to prevent it with emergency landing, if worst comes then I’ll walk you through delivery and when baby is born you get mom and I’ll take care of baby.” She said trying to put you at ease, you’d seen to many trauma cases and knew to always fear the worst which you dealt with but usually you were in a state of the art hospital with any supplies you’d need, not 30,000 feet in the air in a flying pressurized death trap.

“okay and if i need more hands, we’ll see if there are any other nurses or doctors on board.�� You said nodding to her.

“that’s the plan… we got this, I love you Y/N, it’ll be okay.” She said kissing you before she could say anything else you heard Ava calling your name. you looked at Arizona before turning and running back intothe room.

"Y/N!... Dr. Sinclair!"

"Ava, I'm here what's wrong?"

"It's-It's the baby."

"okay...okay."

"I-I feel like I need to push... Oh god, I feel like I need to push." you looked up at Arizona who was standing over your shoulder, and she nodded down to you.

"Okay Ava, I need you to listen to me... this is my wife Dr. Arizona Robbins she's going to help me, we're going to deliver your baby and then she's going to take care of your baby while I take care of you." she nodded at you, sweat dripping down her features as she strained through another contraction, arizona got behind her coaching her through as you helped her get into postion, pulling on gloves that you had found and pulling some other supplies close.

---time jump---

"Okay Ava one last push... one more and you meet your baby." she grunted one last time letting out a scream, you held her baby in your arms, quickly handing him to Arizona and then focusing back on the young mother in front of you.

2 hours later and you had landed and Mom and baby were en route to the closest hospital.

"Next time we're definitely driving."

"and yet I still feel like chaos tends to find us." you both laughed.

[nightingaelic]

Reactions to a vampire courier? Companions plus Benny, Ulysses, Graham, House, Caesar, and Yes Man. (sorry if that's too many :x)

TW: Blood (maybe obviously)

Also I don't normally feel some type of way about AUs but the idea of Joshua Graham encountering a vampire courier is giving me shivers

The courier was a little... strange. Not in any way that stood out to the average wastelander just by looking at them, everyone in the Mojave had their quirks and the courier was no exception. Hell, you get shot in the head and come back, you're bound to have a screw or two loose. They were unquestionably a night owl, but so were half the people on the Strip, who only started to wake up after the sun had gone down and the slot machines were singing their loudest. They usually had bags under their bloodshot eyes, but every caravan driver from here to the Hub was short on sleep.

On the other hand, the courier had some habits that were a little beyond surface-level eccentricities. For one, no one had ever seen them eating, not once. Even when the King laid out a spread of pre-war snacks and liquor or when the buffet at the Tops was refreshed, they politely declined and took a swig from the canteen that they never offered to anyone else. They were also rather odd about bathrooms, insisting that anyone accompanying them remain outside on watch and let no one else through the door until they were finished. But the undeniable moment of oddity came one night in October, when their companion rounded a corner in Freeside after a trip to the Atomic Wrangler and discovered the courier behind a rusted dumpster, holding a man against a brick wall with their teeth buried in his neck.

The courier drew back at the interruption, blood smeared across their face. "I'm not- it's not what- he- oh, fuck."

Arcade Gannon: Arcade stared open-mouthed for a moment, before snapping violently back into the present. "Is he dead?"

"Umm..." The courier glanced at the man they were holding, whose head was lolling against the bricks. "Yes? Mostly."

With no patient to resuscitate, Arcade rounded on them. "Six, what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing?"

The courier tried to wipe away the blood that was dribbling from their chin, but they only succeeded in spreading it up their jawline. "Well, I, um, I was trying to..."

Whatever excuse they were searching for eluded them, so they dropped the pretense. "I was feeding, Arcade."

"Feeding? What, like some kind of-" Arcade's eyes widened and he cut his sentence off early in realization. "No. No way. That's not- vampires aren't real!"

That earned him a look of intense skepticism. "Arcade, we've fought off plant monsters and rattlesnake-coyote hybrids together. I have a gun in my pack that lets me teleport."

"Oh, okay, so you have some kind of iron deficiency and you're delusional." Arcade laughed, the sound high and harsh in the quiet alley. "Great. Fuck."

Craig Boone: Rather than engage in an abandoned alley, Boone immediately backtracked to a busier street. He was unsurprised when the courier didn't follow him: Even in Freeside, someone covered in blood was sure to be noticed and questioned.

Boone left town that night and made for Novac. He was pretty sure the courier would follow him, but he didn't know where else to go. At least he knew they were coming. A few people in Novac asked about where he'd been, what the courier was up to, but eventually they stopped asking.

A couple of weeks went by. Boone was on the night shift again when the door into the dinosaur swung open to reveal the courier. He'd heard someone coming, their feet on the stairs, and he already had his gun pointed in their face. "We will never work together again," he said, before they could open their mouth.

"Boone, can you just-"

"I don't want an explanation." Boone shook his head. "I don't need one. I already did you a favor, leaving New Vegas without putting you back in your grave. This is over."

The courier took a deep breath. "71."

"What?"

"71. I've killed 71 Legion soldiers and left their bodies empty under the Mojave sky." They looked down and shuffled their feet. "I've tasted their fear. They're more scared of me than the Burned Man, now."

Boone studied them. Ever so slowly, he lowered his gun.

Lily Bowen: "Put him down, dearie," Lily chastised them. "You're playing too roughly with that man. And watch your language around your grandma!"

The courier looked down at their victim, at their torn throat and limp limbs. "He tried to mug me, Lily. It wasn't pretty."

"He looks like he's had enough," Lily insisted. "Set him down. Gently."

With a sigh, the courier obliged and lowered the man to the ground. "I'm sorry, Lily. I should have told you earlier. I don't mean to be rude when I turn down your cooking, I just... I can't seem to..."

"Hush, now." Lily produced her enormous handkerchief and gathered the courier up in her arms, dabbing at the blood on their face with a corner of the cloth. "You've gotten it all over yourself, haven't you? We can clean that right up, but it looks like Grandma's going to have to do a load of laundry. You made the mess, so you get to help."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul swallowed nervously, something he'd noticed he was increasingly doing around the courier. "You know, we get murciélagos down in Arizona that do the same thing. They won't leave the brahmin alone."

The courier took in his anxious stance and sighed. "Raul, I'm not going to hurt you. Prometo. It's okay."

"Sure boss, but I don't think the hair on the back of my neck is going down anytime soon." Raul smiled, but it was more of a grimace. "Or it wouldn't, if I still had any. Como..?"

"No clue." The courier shrugged and held their hands up, letting the corpse they'd been holding slide to the ground. "I think it had something to do with me surviving Benny's best attempts to do me in, but a bullet is a bullet and I don't remember if I was like this before, or..."

"Or only after." Raul chuckled. "Jesucristo, and here I am thinking I'll outlive you like most everyone else I've known."

"Yep."

"Should I start calling you el chupacabra?"

The courier grinned, a bloody smile with sharp teeth.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Fuck," Cass echoed, scrambling to pull her shotgun from its holster. "Knew I had too much, can't even- who are you and what've you done with the courier? Some kind of cannibal, wearing their skin? Alien? Shapeshifter? I'll blow a hole in your liver to match mine!"

"Whoa, Cass, it's me, it's me!" The courier dropped the man they were holding and held their blood-stained hands up. "Same old Six, just... maybe I wasn't straight with you about why I don't order anything at bars."

"Goddamn right you weren't straight with me!" Cass gestured at the body on the ground with the barrel of her gun. "Who's the fucker on the floor and why are you two pints in on him?"

"Just trying to get my drink on," the courier muttered.

Cass repaid this facetiousness with a jab of her shotgun, and they raised their hands higher. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! You tell me, how do you tactfully tell someone that you're a creature of the night and you need to drink blood to survive?"

"Creature of the night? You're fucking loopy." Cass' eyes narrowed. "There's plenty of critters in the Mojave that only come out when it's dark, but most of them don't tear into..."

She trailed off into curses when she realized she was wrong. The courier smiled hesitantly and lowered their hands an inch. "Hey. Let me chuck this failed mugger in the dumpster and we can talk about it like a pair of civilized folks?"

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica squeaked and fell back a few steps, banging her elbow against the edge of the dumpster. A jolt of confused pain shot up her arm, and the Scribe couldn't help giggling harshly at the sudden assault on her funny bone.

"Not- laughing... at murder," she managed to get out between hisses of pain. "Oh, for the love of... right, you're not getting out of explaining what you are, exactly, just because I'm indis-indisposed!"

The courier couldn't help laughing at the squirming Scribe, but they did their best to stifle it. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I um... I guess I don't really know... what I am?"

"There's books!" Veronica burst out, pointing at the courier and their victim wildly. "I've seen them, in old libraries. Creatures that feed on blood, only come out at night, don't show up in... in mirrors, of course, no wonder you're weird about bathrooms, I should test... Dracula! That's it, you're a Dracula!"

"A Dracula?" The courier held their hands up, as if seeing them anew. "Never heard of them. Are they... bad?"

"Well, traditionally, yes." Veronica made a face and rubbed her elbow. "Black cloaks, sleeping in coffins, seducing and manipulating everyone around them... and people don't like it when you take their blood, in my experience."

"Whose blood have you taken?"

"This isn't about me, Six!"

ED-E: The eyebot bobbed wildly and made noises of concern, blips and blats and a flat burst of trumpets from some old jazz tune.

"I was hungry," the courier protested. "And this asshole pulled a knife on me and wanted all of my caps. Probably more than that, if we're being honest. He wasn't doing the world any good, but he did me some, for sure."

ED-E flipped between old clips of a Silver Shroud radio show. "Well, isn't this a deep, dark <static> secret? <static> In a situation such as this, the best anyone can do is <static> try to control it!" The robot added some more concerned beeps for good measure.

"I'm trying," the courier said with a sigh, looking down at the dead man they were holding. "You know I wouldn't hurt some random person, ED-E. Not if I could help it. The Mojave's full of bad people, enough to keep me going if I'm careful."

Rex: The hair on Rex's spine stood up, and he let out a long, low growl. The courier froze for a moment, before realizing that he was growling not at them but at the man they were holding.

"He's dead, Rex," they reassured the cyberdog, lowering the corpse to the floor for inspection.

Rex sniffed the body over, taking in the copper scent of his blood and the Freeside stink on his clothes. He sniffed the courier too, each of their hands they held out to him and the thick headiness of adrenaline. He whined and wagged his tail twice.

"Good boy," the courier said, straightening up. "It's about time I turned in, anyway. Let's dump this guy and split."

Benny Gecko: Benny crossed his arms. "You know, Six, if you're dead set on getting your kicks in Freeside every now and then, you might want to ease up on the passions with the next greaser you snag. This one's torn all to pieces."

"I wasn't- what kind of-" The courier dropped the man they were holding and sputtered. "Christ, only you could make a midnight murder awkward, Benny."

"Murder?" Benny raised his eyebrows and looked from side to side theatrically. "Who said anything about a murder? All I saw was some dreamboat and the best apple butterer of New Vegas playing back alley bingo, officer."

The courier's eyes narrowed. "Not gonna rat me out? Tell the King or somebody that I'm..."

"What, taking a page out of the White Glove Society's book?" Benny held his hands up. "None of my business. Well, if you ever come for me with that look in your eyes, though, that'll be a different story."

"Not much you'd be able to do," the courier pointed out. "You already tried and failed to kill me once."

Ulysses: Rather than react like any normal wastelander might've upon encountering someone attacking a man with their teeth, Ulysses just stood there, taking the scene in. "Heard tales of a tribe like you. East, farther east than even I've walked... a coven hiding in tunnels, emerging only when their hungers grow too strong to ignore, strong enough to pull blood from the veins of the world around them."

"Well, I don't hide in tunnels." The courier grimaced and heaved their victim up over their shoulder, depositing them unceremoniously in the dumpster. "Unless some disgruntled Frumentarius sends me out to hunt mutants under Hopeville."

"Perhaps you have more in common with those predators than I assumed," Ulysses admitted. "But then, your path has always run red. Blood of the Old World, blood of the new, blood of the Bull and the Bear..."

The courier rolled their eyes as they peeled off their red-stained coat and tossed it in the dumpster as well. "Don't talk to me about blood. I know you've seen just as much as me, but it doesn't mean the same thing when I look at it."

Ulysses cracked a hint of a smile. "You see life where I see death. Two sides, courier."

"Yeah, yeah. If you're not going to try to kill me, come on. You can wax poetic and lecture me about which road I'm walking while I take a shower."

Joshua Graham: "A creature far from God," Graham said in his most reproachful tone. "Forever damned for the souls of the innocent they've taken from the earth. Aren't we a pair, courier."

"You can fuck right off with that attitude." The courier dropped the man they were holding and wiped their hands on their coat. "He tried to kill me first. For some caps."

"The crimes of others do not absolve you of your own sins, courier," Graham continued, leisurely retrieving his gun from its holster. He held it up in the muted neon light that filtered through the alley, turning the weapon this way and that. "Though I confess I am also looking for absolution in this way."

"Are you going to kill me?" the courier asked, eyeing the gun as well.

"I've no doubt it would leave this world better than when you walked it," Graham replied. "But my own opinions are not enough to seal your fate. Perhaps we should find this man's family and hear their feelings on the matter."

The courier took a step forward, then another, until their chest was right up against the pistol's muzzle, pressed against the fabric of their shirt. "Go ahead. Try."

And though Joshua Graham was sorely tempted to pull the trigger, though the courier made no move to stop him, something in their eyes... some faraway pain, older than the desert itself, fresh as the blood on the ground, stayed his hand.

He lowered the gun, chastised, and the courier walked away.

Robert House: The Securitron that bore Robert House's face on its screen leveled a minigun at the courier. "Whoa!" the courier protested, dropping their victim and putting their hands out. "Can't we talk about this?"

"And what have we to discuss?" House sounded absolutely disgusted. "I believe you're familiar with my contract with the White Glove Society. If they wish to continue their current prosperity in New Vegas, cannibalism is strictly forbidden. You are subject to the same terms and conditions, as one of my employees."

"Terms and condi- hold on, hold on, you never asked me whether I was a cannibal," the courier replied. "Are you talking about that document you had me sign, way back when I agreed to help you fight the NCR and the Legion?"

"The very same."

"How is that fair? That thing was over 200 pages long, I didn't grow up in the 21st century, I don't have a degree in... okay, okay." The courier waved their hands. "Cannibalism is a no-go. This isn't cannibalism, this is vampirism."

"Which falls under the definition of cannibalism," House replied, his annoyed tone still detectable over the sound of the minigun spinning up. "Section 3.65, subsection F. Next time, read the fine print."

Caesar: The Legion's great leader pivoted in an instant from surprise to quiet anger. "Clean yourself up, courier. I expect to see you in my quarters within the hour."

He turned and left the alley swiftly, letting his powerful stride and swinging cloak cover his shaken confidence. The people of Freeside cowered as he passed, shrinking into the shadows as he made his way back to the Strip, but the fear in their eyes was not enough to erase the image of the courier bent over in bloodlust, holding their victim in total subjugation.

The courier found him on the top floor of the Lucky 38, gazing out over the city he had conquered and named his Rome. "Leave us," Caesar bid his Praetorian Guard. They bowed and departed the room without question.

"You asked to see me," the courier said nervously, shifting their weight from foot to foot. They had changed clothes, and no trace of blood remained on them.

"I did." Caesar beckoned them to the window next to him. They stood in silence for a moment, watching the lights wink below.

"I'm a well-read man, courier," Caesar said finally. "I know the legends of the Old World, and I recognize the marks of one of their nightmares in you. I order you to tell me the truth: Do you fit the full definition of the creature they called 'vampire,' or do you simply mimic the things to add to your fearsome affect?"

The courier didn't answer right away. When they did, their voice was soft. "I pretend to be nothing. I am what I am."

"And everything that comes with it?" Caesar pressed. "Darkness, the blood of the innocent, eternity?"

"Yes."

Caesar turned to face them fully. "Then I, Almighty Caesar, command you to make me as you are."

Yes Man: "Now that's a twist I didn't see coming!" Yes Man said, his happy tone only slightly tempered with uncertainty. "Boy, am I glad I don't have a circulatory system right now!"

The courier shushed the Securitron and looked around the alley surreptitiously. "Yes Man, I swear to god, if you blow my cover I'm disassembling you."

"As I've told you before, I can't technically die!" Yes Man reassured them. "And I certainly wouldn't want to endanger you and your hobbies, but my volume mixer is tied to my enthusiasm simulator and I can't adjust it! You'll just have to hope any passersby aren't interested in following my friendly voice into an alley!"

"Then go back to the Lucky 38 and we'll talk later," the courier insisted, through gritted teeth.

"I technically never left! But if you mean this Securitron, sure thing!" Yes Man zoomed away on his single wheel, whistling the whole way back to the casino where the rest of his consciousness was housed. He kept whistling as he ran probability algorithms, only pausing when the courier returned after a few hours and crossed their arms in front of his main screen.

"Hi there!" he said joyfully. "I've just been cross-checking Mr. House's records on noteworthy disappearances in the Strip, and I've flagged eight of them as potentially being connected to you! I don't want to assume your intentions, but if you don't want to be found out, I've developed a plan for choosing your next victims that will help you remain undetected in New Vegas for 184 years! Give or take a few!"

The courier put their head in their hand and sighed.

[purplevortexx]

Tracker

Summary: Sam and Bucky want Joaquin to accompany them on a mission

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 922

A/N: hi guys, just a fun bit of fluff

“I still can’t believe you put a tracker on Joaquin’s phone.” Sam scolded Bucky, shaking his head as the metal armed soldier looked down at the red dot on his phone signaling the airman’s location.

Bucky glanced at Sam, his usual stoic expression present on his face “well if I hadn’t, we’d still be waiting on his doorstep for god knows how long. At least this way we can find him and get the mission done.” They’d been tracking some extremist followers of the flag smashers that were causing more than a few problems across the world but they needed Joaquin’s help and so the super soldier and Captain America had made a pit stop in Arizona to pick up the Latino airman to assist them.

“Man, this is ridiculous. His CO said he was on leave, maybe we should just leave him to his time off?” Sam suggested.

“What? You were the one who suggested bringing him along! Now I’m trying to find him and all of a sudden you have a problem.”

“Oh, I have a problem? You literally put a tracker on Torres’ phone. That screams problematic to me!”

Too caught up in bickering, neither Sam nor Bucky noticed a small crowd forming, a few taking out their phones to film the hilarious argument between the two. They were only interrupted by a voice shouting at them from across the street. “Sam? Bucky? What are you guys doing here?”

Sam looked up and was relieved to see Joaquin walking towards them. “Uh, hey man. We were just in the neighbourhood and uh…” Torres paused to look at both of the men standing on the sidewalk, amused at the blatant lie falling from Sam’s lips.

“Yeah you can cut the crap; I know Bucky put a tracker on my work phone.” Joaquin interrupted, chuckling at Bucky’s scowl as he realised the airman was already aware of the tracker. The Latino looked around, noticing the crowd of people growing by the minute. “Maybe we should move somewhere a little less... public?” he suggested, both Sam and Bucky nodding in agreement as he started moving, beckoning for them to follow.

Joaquin led them a couple of blocks away to a small parking lot, where he unlocked a truck that was parked there and motioned for them both to get in. Bucky quickly hopped in the passenger seat, leaving Sam to take the back seat on the driver’s side behind Torres.

“Ok, what’s up?”

Sam leaned forward toward the two men in the front “Couple of groups relating to the Flag Smashers have popped up in Rio; we were gonna go check out what kind of things they’re planning, get some intel. Wanted to swing by and grab you to give us a hand.”

Joaquin smiled, feeling really good that Captain America automatically thought of him to help with a mission. “Uh, that’s great guys, but I really don’t see how I can help you.”

Bucky sighed and turned to the airman on his left. “Look, we just wanted another pair of eyes. We’re heading out now so we can just swing by your place; pick up some stuff then go.”

The airman in question nodded slowly, looking thoughtful. “What’s going through that wise-ass brain of yours Torres?” asked Sam, noticing the conflicted frown across the man’s features.

“Uh, it’s just… my girlfriend”

“Girlfriend?” came the chorused reply from the other two occupants of the vehicle.

Joaquin rubbed a hand over his neck nervously. “Yeah, Y/N, her birthday’s in a couple of days and I haven’t been around a lot the last few months because of the whole ‘people returning from being dusted thing’ and then the Flag Smashers happened so I didn’t get to see her for like 6 months; and she’s been looking forward to this so much and I just…” Torres rambled. It was the first time Sam and Bucky had heard of him having a girlfriend and Sam smiled fondly at the man in front of him.

“Hey man slow down, you’re gonna pull something talking that fast. It was just a suggestion, you don’t have to come. We’ll just give you all the details when we get back.” Joaquin visibly relaxed at Sam’s proposal and nodded enthusiastically. “Alright, you have a nice time spending time with your girl.” The Captain tapped Bucky on the shoulder and opened the door to get out of Joaquin’s truck.

Both men bid their goodbyes to the airman and walked back towards the direction Bucky’s car was parked in. “We’ll be fine without him.” Bucky said and Sam nodded, glancing back at Torres to see him on the phone, a huge smile plastered over his face. He almost missed Bucky muttering ‘I can’t believe he found my tracker.’

Sam chuckled quietly, taking one last look at the man in the truck before they rounded the corner out of sight. “He’s a smart guy Buck, what did you expect?” The super soldier shrugged, continuing to mutter about Torres finding his tracker.

“I bet you $20 they’re engaged by the end of the week.” Sam spoke, interrupting his partner’s muttering.

Bucky looked up at Sam, “he’s definitely asking her tonight, I could see the ring box in his front jean pocket.

Almost lost for words at the super soldier’s observation, Sam just smiled and said “you’re on”

It turned out Bucky was right as they both received a text the next morning with only 3 words (and lots of happy face emojis):

‘SHE SAID YES!’

[notanotherreidgirl]

Dreams Come True

Summary: Spencer is a tease and Reader teaches him a lesson

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, choking, restraints (handcuffs), degradation, gagging, mommy kink

Word Count: 1460

A/N: This is a part 2 to Wake Me Up but it can be read as a stand-alone. It was actually requested by @thatsonezesty13 and I got a little carried away - I hope you like it!

Spencer had been insatiable after your confession. That day you had him in the kitchen, the shower, and a vacant office at the BAU. He couldn’t keep his hands off you. Usually, you wouldn’t mind at all but the team had been called away to Arizona for a case. 

You had a strict no sex rule during cases, absolutely no exceptions. Lives were at stake and you channeled all your energy into finding the unsub. Also, the team didn’t know about your relationship and sneaking into each other’s motel rooms would be a dead giveaway. It wasn’t that you really wanted to keep it from them but there was something exciting about sneaking behind the backs of the best profilers in the country. 

Spencer was not a fan of your rule but he knew to pick his battles. Normally, he used it as motivation to get the unsub as quickly as possible. Except this time. This time he couldn’t be in the same room as you for 5 minutes without having to physically restrain himself from kissing you. It was hot and you had exchanged your blazers and dress pants for sleeveless blouses and skirts. And this case was long. They had been there in the sweltering heat for a week. A whole week of sleeping alone in his motel room. So Spencer made a plan.

If looks could kill, everyone within a 10 foot radius of you would be dropping like flies including that pretty officer with the local police swooning over your boyfriend. He had been doing this all day - being overly sympathetic with female witnesses, asking them to call him Spencer, wearing those adorable glasses. At first you found it amusing and made a mental note to tease him about how transparent he was when you were back home but now he had you seeing red. You tried to act unbothered but you were seething and Spencer could tell. He knows you inside and out. The officer was leaning over his shoulder and asking idiotic questions like What’s a geographic profile? or So how high is an IQ of 187? 

You finally had enough when she grabbed the end of his tie - the purple and white tie he had worn on your first date. You were out of your seat and across the room in no time. Spencer looked at you innocently but you weren’t having it. “Reid, I need to show you something.”

You never called him Reid but he was never such a brat. Smugly, he followed you to the end of a vacant hallway. “Are you enjoying yourself?” you asked.

“I don’t know what you mean” his mischievous smile gave him away. 

“You don’t? And here I was thinking you were a genius. But you’re not. You’re just a dumb, desperate baby, aren’t you?” you toyed with his tie, tightening it around his neck until it was just a little uncomfortable. “You need me to remind you who you belong to? Have you forgotten?”

“No, Mommy” he gasped. You closed the distance between you, feeling his erection against your stomach. Satisfied, you undid his tie and harshly pulled it from his neck.

“My room. Tonight” you turned on your heels and left him there, breathless and hard. Despite the promise of punishment, Spencer was over the moon. He won. Or so he thought.

That night you absentmindedly flicked through case files while contemplating your plans for Spencer. In truth, you were excited. He had been such a good boy recently, you could hardly remember the last time you had to punish him. His knock shook you from your reverie. “Come in.”

As soon as he entered you were on him, harshly turning and pushing him against the door so you could deftly handcuff him behind his back. You pulled the cuffs back so they dug into his wrists and pushed him on the bed facedown. 

“Is this what you wanted? You needy brat” you reached between his legs and palmed him over his pants, applying just a little too much pressure. “You think that little officer could do this to you?”

“No, she couldn’t. I’m sorry, Mommy. I don’t know what I was thinking” his earlier arrogance was nowhere to be found. 

“You weren’t thinking. That’s the problem. If you want to be a stupid, little slut then that’s how I’ll treat you” you gagged him with the purple tie you had taken and threaded his belt from his pants before tugging them down. Without warning you swatted him with the belt and he lurched forward, struggling against the cuffs. With every blow his hips ground into the bed and the handcuffs chafed the skin of his wrists. When you were satisfied with your work you turned him over. He winced as his raw behind came into contact with the scratchy motel sheets. You slowly pulled the tie from his mouth. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, I have!” he squeaked, upset that he couldn’t touch you. 

“Good, now you can make it up to me.” You pulled the hem of your oversized shirt over your head and straddled his face, holding yourself just out of reach. He craned his head up and his arms thrashed behind his back, the handcuffs digging into his wrists. Frustrated, he let out a pitiful whine. “Use your manners, baby. Or have you forgotten those too?” 

“Please, Mommy. I want to be good. I’ll do anything” he had gotten himself so worked up over the course of the day and having you just out of reach brought tears to his eyes. As you lowered your dripping core to his face, you let a hand drift down and wipe a stray tear from his face. You knew your punishment was his fantasy brought to life but you couldn’t help yourself. The poor thing just wanted to get your attention, just wanted to be with you all the time.

He was ravenous, licking a stripe up your slit before pressing an open mouth kiss to your core. He loved eating you out - loved how your thighs quivered, how you tasted, how you pulled his hair and made incomprehensible little noises. His tongue found your entrance and he took his time licking around it before pushing in, savoring the string of curses you let out. You were unbearably close and you grinded down, practically suffocating him. Spencer latched onto your clit and sucked hard, triggering your release. You convulsed over him, having to brace yourself with your arms as you rode out your high. He hummed happily and made no move to stop. His head was off the bed at this point, tongue laving over your sensitive sex and drawing out your second orgasm with ease. 

Shakily, you pulled away from him, pushing his face into the bed to keep him back. He looked at you with dazed eyes, his chin glistening from your arousal. Did I do good?

“There’s my sweet baby boy. I knew he was in there” you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue as you undid the handcuffs. Immediately his hands came up around your face, deepening the kiss as if to say I want you, only you. It wasn’t a part of your plan but you pulled him up into your lap and slid a knee between his legs. “Go on, baby. Come for Mommy”

His eyes screwed shut as he rode your thigh. It didn’t take long, you had him on the edge nearly all day. Once, twice and then he was coming all over your thigh. You showered him with praise and reached over to the nightstand to grab some Kleenex and the bottle of lotion you had put out. You took your time, gently massaging in the lotion and pulling the covers up over him. He tucked himself into your side and rested his head on your breasts, his arms circling your waist and pulling you in close. 

“I’m so sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to make you mad. I miss you when we’re on cases.” he murmured into your chest. 

“I know, baby. I miss you too but you know why we don’t have sex on cases.” you sighed and threaded a hand through his hair. He gave you a reluctant nod and buried his face into your chest. You could feel your resolve crumbling. God, you were going so soft for this boy. Was this his plan all along? Probably. 

“But maybe on long cases like this one or when you’re being especially good, I could make an exception. Does that sound ok?” He smiled into the soft skin of your shoulder and sleepily littered a trail of kisses up your neck. 

“That sounds like a dream come true”

[mediocre-writerr]

a drop in the ocean [lexie grey]

lexie grey x fem reader

requested by anon: OH MY GOD THE CLIFFHANGER IN LOVE IT IF WE MADE IT CAN WE PLEASE HAVE A SECOND PART I LOVE THE ARIZONA AND LEXIE BOND OVER THEIR LOVED ONE

pt.1

*not my gif*

“So Lexie, do you want to tell me what happened?” Dr. Webber asked, a lawyer present next to him.

Apparently they just wanted to gather more information about what happened that dreaded day and she was deep in the middle of it. The normal day at the hospital, one where you think that it’ll be a perfectly normal day, but it turns out to be your worst nightmare. 

“During which part?” she asked.

“All of it,”

What was there to tell? The most horrific thing that could ever happen at someone’s workplace just happened a couple weeks ago. 

Lexie was back to her worst nightmare, but the day just started like any other. The two of you were in the guest bedroom of Meredith’s house or well I guess it’s not the guess bedroom, but you and Lexie’s room. 

Meredith let you move in not too long ago. It wasn’t the most ideal living situation, but it got the job done. While the two of you at least saved up for an apartment. 

You met Lexie through your best friend Arizona when you transferred from your previous hospital. 

“Darling?” Lexie played with your hair as your eyes were still closed. 

Your eyes fluttered open to see her head propped up by her elbow as she just stared at you. You gave her a tired smile, before grabbing the hand that propped off her head and pulled her to lie back down with you. 

You peppered her faces with kisses and she started giggling, “C’mon, we have a shift in an hour,” you groaned and continued placing kisses all over face, “Love,” she drew out. 

“No, I don’t want to go,” you whispered, pulling her closer to her, “Can we just stay here today?” 

“Unfortunately not,” she said, “You have a big surgery today with Derek and I am on Meredith’s service,” 

You let out a groan, “You’re right,” 

“And that’s how your day started?” the lawyer asked. 

Lexie nodded, “Yeah, just like any other day. Until of course we went to work and I guess I didn’t notice this until after, but when we first got there Gary Clark was already in the building. If he just shot then, well it would’ve been a completely different story,” 

You and Lexie entered the elevators, just as you’re about to go up to the other floors someone stuck their hand out to stop it from closing. It was an older man and he looked somewhat familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite place where he was from. 

“Going up?” he asked and you nodded with a small smile. 

“What floor sir?” you asked, politely.

He looked at the buttons, like he was trying to remember something, “3,” he finally said and you nodded, noticing that he was on the same floor. 

The elevator ride up was quiet, you just held Lexie’s hand, fiddling with her fingers. The elevator dinged and all three of you exited at the same time. 

“Have a good day,” you said and he just nodded. 

“So the two of you didn’t remember Gary Clark and why he was there before, right?” the lawyer brought up again.

“Y/N told me that he looked familiar, but she couldn’t remember where,” Lexie answered. 

You looked at her as the two of you reached the residents’ locker room. Lexie was already staring at you with her beautiful brown eyes. You cupped her cheeks softly before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. 

“You have a good day, okay?” you whispered to her, giving her another sweet kiss.

She nodded, “You do too. Rock that surgery. I’ll see you after work?” the brunette asked in more of a question than a statement. 

“Always,” you kissed her once more before parting ways. 

Mark and Arizona both slide up by your side as you walked down to the attending’s locker room. They had teasing smiles on their faces and you already knew what they were about to say.

“You and Little Grey are really falling in deep, huh?” Mark said, nudging your shoulder. 

“She’s so far gone, we can’t save her now,” Arizona added and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Mr. Clark was targeting surgeons, how did he know that Dr. Y/L/N was a surgeon. From Karev’s recollection it looked like he was aiming for the elevator,” the lawyer spoke up.

Arizona cleared her throat before shrugging, “I think Gary saw Y/N talking to Derek. Then it clicked, Y/N helped Derek with the surgery that supposedly killed his wife,”

“Are you ready for the surgery today Y/L/N?” Derek slid up next to you. 

You nodded, putting down the chart, that you’ve read once more, “I was born ready!” 

He gave you a high five and smiled, “That’s what I wanted to hear! I’ll see you down there!” 

You didn’t notice, but the same man in the elevator was there listening to your conversation. Derek was too far away for him to catch up, so he followed you. It was like a stake out or something. 

You went to go ask Arizona a question and that’s when you heard the infamous screams. The loud piercing screams that shook you to the core. 

“We brought Y/L/N back to the OR, we were able to head down there before they closed it off,” Mark confessed, “We had everything we needed down there, except for an anesthesiologist. Y/N was in a lot of pain,” 

Karev placed a rag into your mouth before they started to try and get the bullet out without anything to put you asleep. You closed your eyes as tears started streaming down your face. 

The sweat from all of the pain was dripping down your forehead. You kept falling in and out of consciousness because the loss of blood and all the pain was not doing good for your body. 

Lexie couldn’t bear just watching you in pain, so she ran down with no hesitation, “Lex-Lexie!” Arizona whisper-yelled, following in after her. 

It was too late though, Lexie was already in the OR with her hand squeezing yours. A small smile filed onto your face as the blurry vision of Lexie’s beautiful face filled your vision.

“Hey darling? Can you stay awake for me?” she whispered to you, running her fingers through your hair as you laid on the cool operating table.

You nodded, giving her a smile, but you could tell that your body was growing colder. They finally got a blood bag running through an IV to get you some more blood, but the pain was not subsiding. 

“Where’s Arizona?” you whispered.

Finally, Arizona appeared right at your side, “I’m right here,” 

“Remember when we were growing up and your dad called you a good man in the storm? You always lived by that,” she just nodded, not knowing where you were going with it, “Can you teach me? I’m scared I’m not strong enough. I think-I might abandon ship,” 

Lexie let out a muffled cry at your words. Arizona smiled at you with tears in her eyes. You could tell even from being face to face with death that she was trying to hold it back for you. 

You turned back to Lexie about to say something once more, “I told you, we should’ve stayed in bed,” you joked, trying to get a smile on that sad face of hers.

She let out a watery laugh, “That wasn’t funny,” 

“But you laughed,” 

“You keep fighting, okay? Keep being a good man in the storm,” the brunette whispered to you, kissing your forehead ever so softly, “I love you,” 

“I love you,” you told her, “Arizona, teach me now, please. I don’t know how much longer I can-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you blacked out. A loud beep coming from the monitor, “Karev! She’s flatlining!” Mark yelled.

Karev started compressions as Lexie and Arizona started going hysterical. Mark walked over to the two girls and pushed them away form you as gently as possible. 

“The two of you need to stay right here. Karev and I don’t need you going hysterical when we’re trying to save Y/N’s life!” 

Lexie was transported back into the conference room with Mark, Arizona, and Alex. The lawyer sitting right in front of them with Dr. Webber at her side. Lexie tried blinking away her tears at the harsh memory.

“Can I go now?” she asked, her voice cracking, and she could tell she was on the verge of a breakdown.

Dr. Webber nodded, “Yeah, you’re all free to go,” 

Lexie shot up from out of her seat and ran to the one place where she knew she’d be safe. She entered the familiar room to see you lying there, your eyes skimming through your favorite book. 

She let out a breath of relief as she entered the room to see you’re still here. Your eyes lifted from your book to see the relief, slowly overcoming the fear. You scooted over in your bed, patting the seat down next to you. 

Your brunette girlfriend didn’t hesitate to come over. She gently slid into your side, clinging her arms around you like a big cuddly koala. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before going back to reading. 

Lexie couldn’t stand the silence, it allowed for her thoughts to be too loud, “Would it be okay if you read it to me?” she whispered, “Just so I know you’re still here,” 

Your eyes softened at the beautiful girl in your arms. You pressed one more kiss to her forehead before clearing your throat, “I’m learning to deal with that, but yes, I love you. That’s not something I have to work through,” 

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White Magnolia

Pairing: Keith Kogane x Lance McClain Genre: fluff (pining idiots) Warnings: Keith is so in love it’s gross Summary: Lance convinces Keith to go on a road trip with him to California. Keith struggles to hide his pining Word Count: 3.5k words A/N: this was supposed to be posted for Lance’s birthday but oh well-

Keith doesn’t know why he decided to indulge Lance in such a crazy fantasy. One minute Lance is just rambling about what he misses about Cuba and the next, Lance is driving them both from Texas to California in his blue Tacoma. Keith really can’t find it in him to complain though with the way the sun is shining on Lance’s beautiful bronze skin and the wind is blowing through his brown, curly locks.

What Keith can complain about though is Lance’s terrible taste in music. For some reason, Lance’s road trip playlist—which is mysteriously called ‘Not a thing to do, but talk to you. WE'RE ALL ALRIGHT! WE'RE ALL ALRIGHT! HELLO WISCONSIN!’ and no matter how much Keith asks, Lance refuses to tell him why it’s called that—is mostly consisted of 90s songs. Being the pining idiot that he is though, Keith can’t find it in him to do any more than light teasing in Lance’s direction as he screeches all the lyrics at the top of his lungs.

One song does however catch Keith’s attention, especially since Lance immediately tries to skip it. “What was that?” Keith asks, smashing his pointer finger against the back button on the radio to bring it back to the song that Lance is currently blushing over.

“Nothing! Stop hitting the back button!” Lance screeches as he keeps trying to skip it only for Keith to hit the back button. They do this three or four times before Lance reaches his right hand over to smack and hit Keith. Keith grunts with every hit that Lance lands, not even noticing that the song he’s been trying to skip is finally playing.

When I first saw you, I saw love And the first time you touched me, I felt love And after all this time You're still the one I love, mmm, yeah-yeah

Keith starts to blush along with Lance, his hand smacking Lance’s away and finally bringing the brunette’s attention back to the song playing. Lance hurriedly skips it and looks at Keith out of the corner of his eye, but Keith pretends not to see as he looks out the window. Keith just assumes that Lance is embarrassed for having such a lovey-dovey song playing with Keith here, but Keith can’t help but feel that this is their song.

Keith is a stupid man who has been stupidly in love with someone who will never return his feelings for as long as they’ve known each other. Keith instantly took a liking to Lance despite having never even had a conversation together. Keith had always admired that Lance was so outspoken and friendly with everyone he met.

Well, except for Keith.

No, you see, Lance had somehow decided that Keith was his rival and that Lance would take him down. First, it was little things, like Lance trying to do better than him on quizzes and he’d brag each and every time he’d even get one single point more than Keith. That was annoying but it wasn’t too bad, Keith could handle that. It slowly began to escalate though over time until it turned to them yelling in each other’s faces and having to be pulled away from one another before it got physical. All that ended up doing was causing Keith to shut him out and pretend he didn’t even exist despite the fact that he could barely keep his eyes off of the blue-eyed Cuban. They ended up getting into the same friend group though since Hunk is friends with Lance, Keith is friends with Pidge, and Hunk and Pidge are friends with each other. It didn’t take them long to bring Keith and Lance together, even though it did take a long, long time. The duo eventually started to see each other as friends and became as thick as thieves.

Keith always craved for more though.

Keith is knocked out of his reminiscing when Lance curses because he missed a turn, his frown instantly becoming a smile when one of his favorite songs comes on. Lance goes back to screaming the words which causes Keith’s grey eyes to roll towards the back of his head. Despite his supposed annoyance, his heart is doing tricks in his chest whenever Lance grows focused on driving, which causes his screeching to become light, melodic singing.

Keith is starting to believe that this is what heaven would be like.

Keith’s eyes focus on Lance’s right hand that rests on the gear shift, his fingers tapping along to whatever annoying song he is playing. Keith suddenly has the urge to reach out and tangle their fingers together, to compare who’s hand is bigger and how their skin tones contrast beautifully.

This all repeats for a while, along with occasional chatter, for about eight hours before Lance grows too tired to drive on anymore. They have about twelve more hours to drive and Keith offers to drive while Lance sleeps, but Lance has an odd reaction. He claims he doesn’t trust Keith to drive ‘his baby’ but something Lance doesn’t know is that Keith has become a bit of a Lance expert. If they’re getting food and Lance says he doesn’t want any, what he really is saying is he doesn’t want to make Keith pay since he forgot his wallet. If Lance seems off and says he’s fine when Keith asks about it, what he really means is that he’s not okay but he wants to appear strong in front of everyone.

So, when Lance says he doesn’t trust Keith to drive his car, what he’s really saying is that he wants them to enjoy the ride there together. ‘It’s called a road trip for a reason, Keith.’ Keith doesn’t fight him on it and offers that they get some food before spending the night in a motel.

After getting some extremely greasy fast food and talking until really late, they finally head into their crappy and very worrisome motel. They both stop in the doorway when they find that there’s only one bed, making both of them stare at it in silence.

“I can sle—”

“I don’t mind tak—”

They both go quiet again when they both talk at the same time, both of their bodies turned slightly away from each other. Lance sighs and places his bag onto a small table by the door, starting to unzip it to pull out all his nightly routine items. “Look, why don’t we just share the bed? The floor is absolutely disgusting and I’m afraid one of us would catch something if we even tried sitting on it,” Lance says as he pulls everything out and begins heading for the bathroom. He makes a face when he walks inside of it before turning to smile at Keith and shooting him his signature wink.

Keith sighs and sets his bag on the chair by the table, deciding that he really didn’t want to sleep on the gross floor nor did he want to make Lance do it. Lance would probably complain about it through the entire night and all of his life if he ended up sleeping there anyway. Keith changes into his pajamas right there seeing as how Lance has seen Keith shirtless many times. Not that he ever seems to notice Keith’s shirtlessness…

The same doesn’t go for Keith though. Oh, no no. Keith has become the master at staring at Lance without getting caught. Well, sometimes he does and each time he’s caught, his face erupts in color. Lance always just assumes it’s from their recent workout or being out in the sun too long. Keith thanks God every day for Lance’s obliviousness despite the fact that he’s not religious. Keith catches himself staring at Lance more than the Cuban man does. He can’t help himself though. Lance has the looks of a god, what with his smooth, caramel skin, thick, curly hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, perfectly straight, white teeth, and the list goes on. Keith’s pretty sure he could write a whole book—no, a trilogy—on Lance’s perfect body. The thing Keith hates the most about his stupid crush though is that it’s not just his body that he likes. No, that would make Keith’s life easier and he’s pretty sure that the universe is out to spite him. No, Keith has to like all of Lance. His bad puns, his stupid finger guns, his cheesy pick-up lines, his corny sense of humor, his everything. Keith wants all of him more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life.

“Alright, bathroom’s yours!” Lance calls as he walks back over to his bag, smiling when he sees that Keith is wearing the pajama set that Lance had gotten him for Christmas one year. “No way!” Lance shouts in glee before rushing to his bag to pull out his matching pair. Keith sighs down at his red pajamas before looking at Lance’s blue pajamas.

“Don’t make me regret this,” he grumbles as he walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

“I’m not doing anything!” Lance huffs as he starts pulling on his own pjs. Once they are all ready for bed, they stand at the foot of it in another silence.

“So, uh, what side of the bed do you want?” Lance mumbles. Keith shrugs, not really caring either way what side he gets. “Cool, can I get the left side then?” he continues, already moving onto that side of the bed before Keith can even reply. Keith huffs a laugh through his nose before crawling onto the right side. Both of them lay on top of the covers, too scared of what lies beneath the covers to let their skin touch it. Good thing Arizona is such a warm state cause Keith would think he’d freeze otherwise. Guess it also helps that their AC unit doesn’t work anyway.

Unlike Lance, Keith has always been an early riser, so he’s not surprised when he wakes up before the brunette. What he is surprised to find though is that Lance is laying on his chest softly snoring away. Keith’s arms are wrapped around Lance’s torso and he can’t help but to squeeze him a little tighter, hoping that this isn’t a dream. Keith then finds that the still snoozing dork is sweating buckets, if Lance’s semi-damp clothes are anything to go by. Keith’s nose wrinkles at how gross they are but, of course, Keith’s poor weak heart starts beating faster at the fact that they’re cuddling.

And maybe Keith’s wildly beating heart is what causes Lance to stir and to slowly blink his eyes open. He’s letting out a yawn and beginning to stretch before halting in the middle of it, his eyes growing as wide as plates. He suddenly jerks away from Keith, doing so in such a harsh way that it causes him to tumble to the floor with a scream. Keith laughs and sits up, crawling over to Lance’s side of the bed to look over the edge at him. He finds Lance frowning and glaring up at the amused look on Keith’s face.

“It’s not funny,” he grumbles up at Keith, his frown turning into a pout as he sits up. Keith helps Lance up before offering Lance the bathroom first. Lance’s face warms as he stares at where he was once laying, Keith’s brow-raising up at him as he just stands there gawking. He then clears his throat and forces out a bad joke before scurrying to the bathroom.

They both take turns showering and while Lance is taking his, Keith lets his mind wander while he lays on the stiff bed. Keith’s stupid heart makes his stupid brain wonder what it would be like to wake up beside Lance every day, seeing the dried drool on the corner of his mouth and witnessing his sleepy blue eyes come to life the moment they see Keith.

Keith snaps out of his daydream when the bathroom door swings open and reveals a glistening Lance emerging with rolls of steam curling around his body. Keith recognizes the hypnotizing smell of Lance’s vanilla shampoo all the way from the bed, making his heart flutter with the familiar scent.

After Keith takes a brisk shower, they are on the road again. They stop to get breakfast at a diner before leaving the town that they stopped in. It isn’t until they’re in California that they stop again, this time pulling over onto the side of the road. Keith is about to ask why Lance is pulling over when Lance leans against the car and just looks out in front of him. Keith finally takes his eyes off of Lance to look at what Lance has stopped to admire.

When he turns his head, he sees just what Lance is marveling at. Before them are dozens of white magnolia trees that Keith begins marveling at right along with Lance. Keith slowly gets out of the car and leans against it beside Lance, his eyes finding the side of Lance’s face every few seconds. Keith’s eyes widen when Lance suddenly grabs his hand and begins tugging him towards the trees. “Lance! What are you doing? What about the truck?” Keith hollers. Lance just laughs and continues dragging him along without a care in the world, smiling when they reach the sweet-smelling trees.

Lance starts to hum a song as they weave their way between all of the trees, Keith’s heart threatening to beat out of his chest with the way the wind is blowing some of the petals and flowers off of the tree and onto Lance’s hair. They spend quite some time there, their hands still clasped together as they wander around. Keith and Lance end up racing from one tree to another and arguing about who clearly won. Once they settle on that it’s a draw (even though it most definitely wasn’t, Lance), they sit down beneath one of the larger trees to escape the unforgiving sun. They lean against each other and talk about any and everything, Keith’s heart threatening to pop out of his chest when Lance keeps mindlessly playing with Keith’s hands. Lance stops telling a story of something that happened last summer mid-sentence when a whole magnolia flower lands in his lap.

“These are edible, you know,” he says as he picks it up, studying it like it’s one of the greatest wonders of the world.

“What?” Keith asks, not being sure if he should trust Lance or not. This could be revenge when Keith told him that a flower he found on their weekly hike was good and tasted like cinnamon. Lance had been suspicious but ended up going for it anyway and immediately regretting it. Lance just about strangled Keith but Keith had laughed so hard that tears were falling down his face. It made Lance’s job of strangling Keith easier though since his body was so weak from laughter.

“Yeah. They’re actually pretty good. They have a mild ginger taste,” he explains. Before Keith can tell him to prove it, he’s already taking a bite. Keith watches with wide eyes as he chews and swallows, a soft smile coming to his face. Either it’s actually good or Lance is an amazing actor. He offers the flower to Keith and Keith decides to go for it just as Lance went for it when their situation was reversed. Keith found that he was, in fact, not lying.

When Lance finally decides they can leave, Keith stops him with a soft smile. He reaches up, tugs one of the flowers from the tree, and then faces Lance, finding his perfectly waxed brows furrowed together. Keith’s smile grows more as he tucks the flower behind Lance’s ear, causing the Cuban’s face to erupt with color.

Keith has changed his mind. This is what heaven must be like.

Lance finally lets Keith choose some music to play once they continue driving, his hand always coming up to tuck the flower back down behind his ear whenever the wind threatens to blow it away. When Keith plays some of his music though, of course Lance complains about the songs. Keith can tell he doesn’t have any malice behind his words though.

“Do you listen to anything that isn’t loud and dizzying, Mullet?” Lance jabs, turning to look at him with a crooked smile when they come to a stop at a light. Keith scoffs and turns his gaze away from the many shops lining the street to face Lance.

“Do you listen to anything that isn’t repetitive and annoying?” he fires right back with his usual smirk. Lance scoffs just like Keith did before turning his eyes back onto the road, his fingers going back to tapping on the gear shift, which brings Keith’s gaze back to his hand.

When they finally reach their destination in California, the sun is slowly starting to sink towards the horizon. Lance rushes out of the truck stop that they had decided to stop at when he notices it. “Mullet! C’mon! Hurry up! We are going to miss it!” Keith can’t really take him seriously when he’s wearing dollar sign shades that he bought in the gift shop. He’s sure he looks just as ridiculous with his alien eyes shades.

“Miss what?” he asks as he follows Lance at a much slower pace to his truck. Lance doesn’t reply though. Instead, he rips them out of the parking lot before Keith even has his door shut, making Keith screech and holler at him to slow down despite his laughter. He realizes why Lance was in such a big hurry when Lance parks and then flies out of his truck. Keith follows Lance down to the beach, a soft ‘wow’ leaving him when he sees the pretty blue water reflecting the sun that has just touched the horizon. Lance doesn’t seem to think Keith is going fast enough though, seeing as how he snatches his hand up and once again starts dragging him towards the coastline.

When Lance’s bare feet touch the water—wait, when did he take off his shoes?—the biggest smile that Keith has ever seen spreads across Lance’s face. Hunk wasn’t kidding when he told Keith that Lance belongs in the water. Keith smiles and gives his hand a squeeze before turning to look at the setting sun, not even caring that his boots are getting wet right now.

When the sun is gone behind the ocean’s waves, Keith notices they are facing each other with their hands tightly grasped together. Keith isn’t sure how they got into this position but what he is sure of though is that he’s never wanted to kiss Lance more than in this very moment.

“Keith…” Lance suddenly interrupts the peacefulness with a whisper, his eyelids seeming to grow heavy the longer he stares at Keith. Keith is momentarily shocked into silence when Lance uses his name instead of ‘Mullet’ but quickly recovers when he notices Lance slowly getting closer to him.

“Yes?” he whispers back, his voice refusing to get any louder in fear of shattering the dream-like state that they’ve created within the last few minutes.

Instead of verbally replying, Lance leans forward until their noses bump together and their breaths begin to mingle. Keith can taste the spearmint gum that Lance got from the pitstop on his breath, the smell becoming Keith’s favorite scent, second to Lance’s vanilla shampoo. Keith’s heart halts in his chest before going into overdrive when their lips finally touch, Keith’s breath stuttering. As their lips move against each other’s, Keith vaguely listens to the sound of the waves crashing and the seagulls squawking.  

Keith is once again corrected. This is what heaven would be like.

Keith is knocked out of their blissful kiss when a bigger wave suddenly washes over their feet, causing water to spill down into his boots. He pulls away with an aggravated grunt, looking down at the saltwater that is now brimming his shoes. “Lance,” Keith growls despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily Lance’s fault. Their dumb banter comes more naturally for them than anything else.

“What?” Lance crows with a look of indignation on his face, his arms letting Keith’s cheeks go to cross his arms over his chest. They fall into the usual repartee despite the fact that now their arms are wrapped tight around the other and refuse to let go. Well, that is until Keith goes ‘too far’ and makes Lance splash him with water. Keith glares at Lance like a murderous wet cat, his claws and fangs starting to show. Lance lets out a squeak before taking off down the coastline, his laughter deafening the sound of the waves that still lap at their feet.

Keith catches up to Lance with ease, seeing as how the tanned man isn’t actually trying to outrun his new lover. Keith wraps his arms around Lance’s waist and snatches him back, making Lance’s laughter cut off with a squeal. Keith spins him around which just ends up bringing Lance’s melodic laughter back.

Keith sets him back down and Lance immediately spins around to face Keith, setting their foreheads together. “We should go on another trip soon, Samurai,” he whispers before connecting their lips for another kiss.

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