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Are you going to make more juggey fanfics?

Hopefully yes! I love writing them but it’s hard to find the time these days. Maybe I’ll make it my New Years resolution to write more…. We’ll see!

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Anonymous asked you: Can u write a juggey fic where there is a new kid at AH who is always flirting with lindsay and micheal gets really pissed about it...

Thank you for the prompt, Anonymous!

Wow you guys, it’s been awhile. I’ve spent all night going through my old fics (cringing a little) and got inspired to write. I picked through my inbox and found this little gem. Happy reading!

The One Where He Definitely Isn’t Jealous

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Anonymous asked you: Can u write a juggey fic where there is a new kid at AH who is always flirting with lindsay and micheal gets really pissed about it...

Thank you for the prompt, Anonymous!

Wow you guys, it’s been awhile. I’ve spent all night going through my old fics (cringing a little) and got inspired to write. I picked through my inbox and found this little gem. Happy reading!

The One Where He Definitely Isn’t Jealous

xoxo

“Lindsay? Um…. Excuse me… Lindsay?“

Distracted with listening to and editing the new video for that week she’d been putting off, she hadn’t even heard the new intern’s slightly awkward attempt to get her attention. "Um… Miss?"

Still, she showed no signs of hearing him and he swallowed nervously. Did he get the wrong name from Mr. Ramsey? It was then he realized she was wearing big green headphones that acted like a beacon, mocking his stupidity. Of course she couldn’t hear him. It looked like she was focused intently on her computer screen.

He looked around helplessly for a moment, glancing around with what he was sure was a stupid look on his face, hoping someone would notice his distress and come to his rescue. No such luck. He stared at the back of her fiery red-haired head and steeled himself to do what no new employee should have to do: annoy his new co-worker in an effort to get her to acknowledge him. He took a deep breath in through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, and tapped her shoulder.

Lindsay felt someone touch her shoulder and she almost jumped out of her skin. She’d been so engrossed in her work, she didn’t even realize someone was behind her. Normally she’d be annoyed at someone interrupting her in the middle of a project, but she’d been staring at her computer screen for what felt like forever. She needed a distraction. She turned around, swiveling around in her office chair and pulling off her headphones absentmindedly. She was halfway through a greeting and a smile when she realized she had no idea who this guy in front of her was. She stared at him for a moment before realizing he must be the new intern Geoff mentioned.

”Geez, you nearly scared me half to death.“ She said, her tone light. "You’re the new intern, right? Geoff said you were coming today."

He swallowed nervously. The nerves of the first day on the job weren’t helping his speech, and the fact that this woman was so beautiful wasn’t making his brain want to cooperate. He grasped at words, trying to jump start his brain again. "Oh- Um- Yeah… Mr. Ramsey said your name was Lindsay? He said that something came up and he had to go, so you were supposed to show me around instead.” He finally choked out, sticking out his hand for her to shake.

“Did he now?” Lindsay stood, and shook his hand. Her touch burned like fire through his hand and up his arm. She took a deep breath and let out a long-suffering sigh. “Okay. I’m Lindsay, as you already know. I’ll show you around since ‘something came up’ with Geoff.” Her tone made him wonder just what kind of a man his new boss was. “What’s your name?” She smiled at him and for a moment he was blinded. She pulled her hand away and he missed her touch.

“Uh…"

"Is it a hard one?” Lindsay’s eyes twinkled with laughter. She could tell his nerves were getting to him. She looked at him and saw herself on her first day, stuttering and stumbling through introductions. This new guy looked to be a few years younger than herself, probably fresh out of college. She remembered what it was like to be in his shoes and she decided she’d make an extra effort to make him feel welcome.

He found his voice after a moment. “Alexander Chase. I go by Alexander at work. My friends call me Alex.” He wondered how this woman, who he had met not even five minutes ago, had managed to make him forget his own name.

She grinned. “Ooh, Alexander Chase. Very action hero-esque. Really fits with the whole tattoo sleeve thing you got going there. Very intimidating.”

He smiled back. "That’s the dream. Shooting stuff, taking out bad guys, causing major property damage and never being held responsible for it… Alex Chase: The Movie. Coming to a theater near you.” For a moment he thought he’d rambled too much, had freaked her out with his poor social skills like he had with everyone else he’d met today, until she let out a good-natured laugh and made butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“You’ll fit in here just fine.” She turned around for a moment, quickly saving her work and turning off her monitor. “Well, let me show you around, Alexander.” She walked off without looking back and he found himself trailing after her like a lost puppy dog.

There were a few moments of expectant silence as they walked before she spoke again. “I like your glasses.” Lindsay said, slowing down after a few moments so they could walk side by side.

Alex’s little sister had picked the frames. Typical black hipster-style glasses. They were only temporary until the new pair he just ordered came in, and he personally didn’t care for them, but if Lindsay liked them…. Maybe they would grow on him. “Thanks. My sister picked them out."

"You have a sister?"

That started a long, lingering conversation that they kept up throughout the tour she took him on. Every now and then, she’d introduce him to people, or tell him a funny story, or just crack a stupid joke and he found himself smiling and laughing the whole time. He was glad that he’d met her. The buildings seemed kind of spread out and he wondered if Geoff had never deflected his responsibility and made her babysit him, if he would have ever broken the ice with her. Knowing himself, he knew would have never had the courage to even speak to her. Just listening to her anecdotes as they walked kept him entranced. But, all good things must come to an end. Lindsay dropped him off at his desk at the opposite side of the offices and he found himself a bit saddened at the distance between him and the only friend he’d managed to make all day.

"This is your stop.” Lindsay said, gesturing to his new desk with a dramatic flourish. “Bathrooms are the second door on the right. If you have any questions, you know where to find me.” For a split second she looked like she didn’t want to leave and he wondered for a moment if she was feeling the same infatuation-at-first-sight he was experiencing. Then the moment passed and she smiled again, walking past him and touching his shoulder briefly as she walked out. “See you around, Alexander."

"Just Alex is fine.” He said quietly.

She was already at the doorway. She turned and looked over her shoulder at him, a knowing smile on her face. “Does that make us friends?"

He felt heat rush to his cheeks. "You could say that.” He muttered, watching her walk away in awe as he heard her light laugh float through the air.

Ooooh, he had it bad.

xoxo

Michael was getting pretty damn impatient. But then again, what else was new?

He’d been waiting by the car for Lindsay for what had to be twenty minutes. Or that’s what it felt like, and that’s all that really mattered. His foot tapped against the pavement restlessly and he wondered if he’d have to go in there and drag her out. For the past two weeks, he’d found himself stranded at the fuckin’ drive-in, branded a fool, waiting for her every day after work and frankly he was starting to wonder what’s been distracting her the last few weeks. He looked around the Rooster Teeth parking lot aimlessly and tried to restrain himself from kicking something.

He killed a few minutes like this, then decided it was time to find his wayward wife if he ever wanted to get home in time to make dinner before watching the new episode of Jeopardy. (So he liked that show. So what? It was something he and Lindsay watched together sometimes, making it a game of their own to see who could answer more questions right… and thoughts of her just made him restless again.)

He had just decided to go find her when he caught a flash of her bright red hair coming out of the building. Fucking finally. He was about to yell to her playfully about her keeping him waiting until he saw she wasn’t alone. That shut him up.

Normally he didn’t mind if Lindsay stayed behind to chat with their friends and co-workers. Hell, normally he’d walk up and join their conversation. But normally, she was talking to someone he recognized, and normally she didn’t talk to (laugh with, smile at) attractive guys when he wasn’t around. He watched as she walked with him briefly before saying her goodbyes, giving this fuckin’ stranger a hug before he split to jog over to his car. As Lindsay turned to walk away, this guy had the gall to glance back and watch her go. Michael recognized that look. It was the same look he had when he’d first started falling for Lindsay, that stupid grin and the flushed cheeks. Michael tried to get a grip on his irritation before his wife reached him, although his brain was whirring in a jealous flurry of activity.

She walked up to the driver’s side, completely oblivious, and got in without so much as a hug or kiss or a ‘Hey honey, how was your day?’. He stared at her for a moment before she looked up from the radio she was adjusting, her look saying, you getting in or not? He took a second to collect himself before sliding into the passenger seat.

“Who was that?” Michael asked before they even pulled out of the parking lot. He fought to keep his tone neutral and indifferent.

Lindsay didn’t pick up on his restrained emotions. “Oh, that’s Alex. He just started working here a few weeks ago. Figured I’d make him feel welcome.”

A little too welcome, if Michael had anything to say about it. “Oh yeah?” He said, keeping his tone aloof. “I don’t think I’ve ever met him. Introduce us next time.” Michael wanted this motherfucker to know Lindsay was off the market. No take-backsies.

Lindsay, completely unaware of Michael’s malicious thoughts, smiled happily. “Absolutely. I’m sure you’ll like him, he’s a really nice guy.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Michael crossed his arms and looked out the window. This Alex character needed to be reminded that nice guys finished last.

xoxo

Alex knew that Lindsay was married, but he just couldn’t help himself.

Walking into Rooster Teeth carrying two coffees made him feel a little bit idiotic until he saw someone at their desk, surrounded by three steaming cups and apparently not giving a shit who saw. Alex laughed quietly to himself as he passed the guy’s desk on the way to Lindsay’s.

Alex nodded to a few people as he passed. He was starting to find his place here, and for the first time in a long time he felt comfortable in a work environment. He knew a big part of that had to do with Lindsay. Just thinking about her made his cheeks flush. Alex wasn’t stupid; he knew she was married, he’d noticed the ring on her hand his second day in the office and she’d mentioned her husband enough times already that Alex could safely make a few assumptions about his personality. If her husband ever found out Alex left her coffee with a heart drawn on the cup, he probably wouldn’t be too happy. But Alex trudged on, wondering if he should just throw the extra coffee away and just forget about his nice gesture. Alex figured that if all else failed, it might just seem like a funny/nice gesture from a grateful co-worker… he hoped. He finally reached her desk and he could feel himself losing his nerve.

Forget it, he thought. He couldn’t do this. She was married, for God’s sake. He turned around, resigned to go throw out her coffee or offer it to someone else when suddenly he came face to face with a man he didn’t recognize but had definitely pissed off just by existing. Alex looked straight into his eyes and could tell this man already didn’t like him. What could Alex have done to make someone hate him almost instantly?

Then, Lindsay popped up behind the pissed stranger, her seemingly ever-present smile lighting up her face. “Alex! This is my husband Michael. He works in Achievement Hunter, I’m surprised you haven’t met. Michael, this is my friend Alex. He’s an intern here.”

Oh. Michael didn’t offer his hand to shake and Alex internally let out a sigh of relief, because his hands were full with rejection coffee at the moment. Michael muttered something under his breath that sounded like, “hey,” but Alex was too shocked for a moment to speak.

Then shit just had to get worse. Lindsay looked at the coffees in his hands and innocently asked, “Who are those for?”

Fuck. Fuck him up, down, forwards, backwards, and sideways, because his wits seem to leave him in the very moment when he needed them most. He managed to choke out, “One is yours.” And plaster on a nervous half-smile for her benefit.

While Lindsay looked surprised and happy, Michael’s eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. He glanced down at the coffees, saw one with a heart drawn on it and the rage flared up in his chest. Alex saw the anger in Michael’s eyes and felt gravity abandon him for a second before he pulled himself together under Michael’s glare.

“She’s already had coffee.” Michael practically spat. Even though the man stood a good six inches shorter than himself, Alex felt two feet tall when Michael stared him down.

“But, I’d be happy to take the one you so thoughtfully brought for me, Alex.” Lindsay said, smiling at him and discreetly nudging Michael’s ribs in a manner that said, rude much? Michael pouted slightly while Lindsay held her hand out to take a coffee from Alex. In a panic, Alex handed her the one without the heart.

Good move, lover boy, Michael thought, glaring at him. Alex patted himself on the back for his quick thinking, otherwise he would’ve been beaten to a pulp by Lindsay’s scary husband, no doubt. They both turned to leave, Lindsay innocently sipping her drink and Michael fuming, and Alex trying not to piss his pants.

Just as Alex let out a sigh of relief, Michael looked back and said, “Bye, Alex.” The way he spit out his name like it disgusted him made Alex’s own irritation flare up. So much so that Alex felt the need to say something, anything, to not feel completely inferior.

“Actually in a professional setting, I prefer Alexander.” So… not the most intimidating comeback, Alex thought. But nonetheless, Alex kept his tone firm. No way was he going to allow Michael to look down on him.

This further ignited the flame in Michael’s soul. Michael had to make a conscious effort to articulate his words so he didn’t slip into his New Jersey accent. “That so? … but Lindsay calls you Alex.”

Alex swallowed back his nervousness and fear, thinking carefully about his next words. He wanted to stand his ground, but he didn’t have a death wish. “Yeah, well, she’s a friend of mine.”

“Oh, that’s right… A friend of yours.” Michael put so much emphasis on the word friend, it felt like he was slapping Alex in the face with it. Alex’s face burned with shame.

Lindsay sighed. Boys. She didn’t quite understand the reason behind their little stand off, but she was already tired of it. “Let’s go, babe.” She grabbed Michael’s hand with her free hand and started to lead them away, until Lindsay noticed the heart on Alex’s coffee cup and smiled. “Hey Alex, looks like the barista had a little crush on you!” She giggled when she saw him blush and Alex felt a fist clench around his heart. Michael pulled her away without looking back.

Michael felt slightly smug as he walked away, leaving Alex in his wake with his stupid coffee with the stupid heart on it. Lindsay was his. Michael held her hand tighter and raised it to his lips, kissing her knuckles as they walked off. His lips touched the cool metal of her wedding band and he smiled. She leaned into his side as a soft blush dusted across her cheeks, and that was enough to soothe his jealous rage… for now.

Alex just watched them for a moment before storming off, throwing his coffee into the nearest trash can on his way out.

xoxo

Michael and Lindsay lay intertwined on their couch that night, snuggled up under a blanket and flipping through their Netflix queue in content silence when Lindsay’s phone lit up and buzzed on the side table.

Lindsay leaned away and reached for her phone, seeing the name Alex Chase flash on her screen with a text that simply read, “Hey :-)”

“Who’s that?” Michael asked distractedly, one hand holding the remote while his other arm settled around Lindsay, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles into her side.

“Alex from work.” Lindsay said, slightly confused. Why would Alex text her this late?

Michael stiffened slightly and turned his attention completely to his wife. He held Lindsay a little closer and asked, “Why does he even have your phone number?”

“I gave it to him in case he ever needed help with anything, or, like, wandered off somewhere in Austin and got lost. He’s apparently not used to living in the city. He insisted on getting my number and I couldn’t say no to his innocent little face.” Lindsay rambled, smiling slightly at the memory as she set her phone face down again on the side table and turned to her husband.

Michael stared at her. “You seem to care an awful lot about him.” Michael let a little bit of venom drip into his voice unintentionally. “Have you complimented his tattoos yet?”

Lindsay gave him an incredulous look as the pieces finally came together in her head. Suddenly Michael’s strange attitude towards their new coworker made complete sense. “You’re not jealous of Alex, are you?” Michael looked away suddenly, a shameful blush crawling up his neck and appearing on his cheeks, and that was all the answer Lindsay needed. “Honey, I love you. I married you. You’re stuck with me now.”

He looked back at her finally, a cautious look in his eyes and Lindsay internally rolled hers. She pressed her lips sweetly against his and pulled away just far enough that their foreheads were touching. Her nose trailed against his and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

Leaning away a bit, Lindsay smiled her sunshine-y smile at him and Michael felt himself release a breath he hadn’t known he'd been holding. “Good.”

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what pairings do you/don't take?

I do take:

Juggey

Freewood

Turnfree

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(honestly, I’ll probably take just about anything if it isn’t on my “I don’t take” list)

I do not take:

Mavin (I’ll write it platonically, but…)

OT3/4/5/6

Anything involving Burnie or Matt (I don’t write them well)

That’s about all I can think of right now…. If a request comes in for a pairing that I just can’t write, I’ll let that person know. But I’m pretty open about what pairings I’ll write for at this point.

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Anonymous asked you: Hurt/comfort Juggey in which Michael does something stupid and/or courageous that seriously hurts/almost kills him

Thank you for the prompt, Anonymous!

It’s been awhile, huh guys? I don’t really have an excuse as to why I was gone for so long; I guess life just happened, y’know? ANYWAY, here I am, at your service. :-) Well, enough about me. Time to read about our two favorite dorks. Enjoy!

My prompt box is always open, drop by anytime you want!

The One Where Being Brave And Being Selfless Aren’t So Different

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"Hun."

Lindsay, busy trying to juggle two paper grocery bags without breaking off her arms in the proccess, didn’t respond.

"Hun. Hun. Hun.”

"What?" Lindsay snapped, her arms aching with exhaustion. If he could just be quiet and let her concentrate for a few more minutes, she might be able to make it to the elevator before dropping everything in her arms. She looked back at him in annoyance.

"Jeez, who pissed on your parade?" He snipped, shifting the two bags in his arms so they sat more securely. They were walking the short distance from the parking lot to their apartment building, carrying all the groceries they’d just bought between the two of them. A short walk down a small patch of sidewalk and then they could dart into the building and set down their loads. As they walked, a stoplight a little ways ahead of them turned red. A child played on the sidewalk, darting out onto the road when no cars were whizzing by. The child’s parents were nowhere to be found. Michael just shook his head. I’m gonna watch my kids a hell of a lot closer than that.

"Why couldn’t we just make two trips?" She griped, sure that she had never struggled so much in her life.

"Two trips are for pussies."

Lindsay laughed a little. “Who did you learn that-”

"Kid, watch out!"

Time slowed. Lindsay watched the events play out like they were happening in slow motion. Groceries spilling out onto the concrete, a jug of milk cracking open and soaking the sidewalk. Michael, sprinting towards the young child in the street. A car, speeding down the road, just a gray streak across her vision.

At first, she didn’t move an inch. The disbelief and shock paralysed her where she stood. The vision of Michael sprawled across the street face down, the kid sitting next to him with tears running down his face, brought her back to life.

"Oh my God, Michael!" She cried, dropping her bags to the ground as she ran across the rarely used two lane road. She fell to her knees beside him. "Michael? Michael, say something!" She cried, shaking him frantically.

His face remained frighteningly blank, his eyes closed. She could see a nasty scrape across his chin. What other injuries could be littering his body right now? The child was sobbing hysterically now, looking at her with eyes that said, help him!

Her breathing became erratic and her hands shook like leaves in a thunderstorm as she squeezed her eyes shut to clear her vision. Get ahold of yourself, Lindsay! she thought harshly. She took a deep breath and pulled her cellphone out of her pocket. As she dialled 911 with trembling fingers, she rested her free hand lightly on Michael’s curls, afraid if she touched him he’d break under her fingertips.

"Michael, stay with me. You’re safe now. I’m getting help." She spoke in a trembling voice to his unconscious form as she listened to the dial tone. Panic ripped through her and she felt dizzy.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"M-My husband… he’s been hit by a car! He’s unconcious, he won’t respond-"

"Ma’am, please give me your location, then start from the beginning."

As Lindsay spoke to the 911 operator, her panic only increased. They were asking questions like, “are his bones sticking out of his skin?” and “does he have a pulse?” Her vision was going dark around the edges and she fought the urge to vomit. Her fingers were clenched around her phone so tightly they started to ache.

Michael’s eyes started to open, just slightly. His mind was fuzzy, and his hearing was even fuzzier; he heard a voice, Lindsay’s voice, the obvious distress in it and the crying of a child.

The kid! Adrenaline shot through him and gave him enough strength to lift his head slightly. He felt a hand on his hair and he heard Lindsay stop speaking, murmuring a small “thank you and goodbye” to whoever she was talking to. He turned his eyes toward the child sitting by his head on his other side, asking, “You okay?” in a quiet, pained voice.

The child nodded, wiping tears from his cheeks, but more soon replaced them. The child then stood, running across the now-clear road to their apartment building. Lindsay let the child leave, knowing he was probably going to find his parents. She returned her attention to her injured, bleeding husband, her body racked with panicked chills.

"Michael! You’re- you’re-" Lindsay’s voice cracked and she struggled to speak.

Michael’s head fell back onto the pavement. “Holy shit.”

Lindsay mind was reeling. She felt like she might kiss him, or scream, or pass out; or all three. “What hurts?!” Her hands hovered above him now, unsure.

Michael groaned, “Everything.” He moved slightly, but intense pain in his leg and the sudden press of Lindsay’s hands on his back stopped him. He felt wetness on his face, but he couldn’t tell if it was blood, sweat, or tears. “That sucked.”

"No kidding." She exclaimed anxiously. "There’s an ambulence on the way, baby. Just stay with me, okay? You hear me, Jones? You’re gonna be okay."

Normally, Michael would have made a sassy comment, saying something like, is that the most original thing you could think of? But in this moment, her words comforted him; she sounded like hell, and he felt like hell, so he conceeded. “‘kay.”

Lindsay suddenly hunched over, sobs shaking her body. Now that she was alone with her injured husband, she allowed herself to break down. She ran her fingers through his hair and whispered broken assurances, and Michael floated in and out of reality.

xoxo

"Michael, the speed bump guy?" Lindsay said out loud, slightly amused as she read the phrase scribbled in black sharpie.

Michael laughed, looking down at the cast on his right leg. “Ryan thinks he’s clever. What a prick.”