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nathanccrane:

location: (december 21st), holidays around the world showcase.

status: closed ( @noahxmonroe )

Whoever was responsible for constructing a miniature (miniature being a relative term—it was still twice the size of a person) version of the Gävle goat in the middle of the showcase was either a marketing genius or deliberately inviting trouble. Nathan admired it from the edge of the Swedish Yule display, wondering how long it would be before someone who knew the history of the icon tried to set it on fire. It was starting to seem like a good idea to do it himself (or perhaps that was just the eggnog talking, it didn’t make much difference at this point), but he was broken out of him arsonistic musings when none other than a cowboy hat drifted into his view.

“Oh Christ, please tell me you’re going to try and ride the goat.”

Noah raises an eyebrow at the man in response to the question, amused smile tugging at his lips. It was the hat, right? It was always the hat. Usually most wouldn’t be so bold as to poke fun at him, but Noah had been told he was sometimes an intimidating man. He got the sense that the man across from him wasn’t intimidated by much. Noah’s sort of people.

“Actually I was trying to figure out what the hell it had to do with Christmas. Not usually in the habit of jumping on the backs of animals that don’t at least try to buck me off. Unless we’re putting money on it, of course. Could be persuaded to go for the full eight seconds.”

#nathanccrane

nadiamorgan:

She hated that her anger was balanced with worry and concern, even after knowing that Noah was able to handle himself when push came to shove. Her frustrations stemmed from her own crappy night and whether he liked it or not, he’d voluntarily placed himself in the middle of her chaos. “What did he even say that mattered so much?” She’d pin the blame wherever she could and unfortunately for him, she wouldn’t make it easy. Whatever distractions he expected her to offer, she was going to hold back.

Her grip on the wheel tightened and her stomach turned. Even when he dug beneath her skin and caused her annoyance to flare up, she didn’t like the thought of anyone hurting him. “I’m sure you’ve been hit harder.” She glanced his way, her jaw clenching tight as she scanned over the bruises on his hand the best she could in the dimly lit car. Soon enough, the street lights ceased past the city limits and they were well on their way to his place. “I’m not kissing anything better. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He could say that he was a thousand times over, but she wouldn’t believe it until she’d looked him over herself. “And save your breath on telling me you’re fine.”

Hands clench into tight fists once more, ignoring the protest of bruised knuckles as his ire rises again at the memory of the man running his mouth about Mia. “He was talking shit about my sister. Some waste of space who was in her class in high school. That’s life 101, right there. You don’t talk about a man’s family and you definitely don’t talk about a man’s sister if you can’t take him in a fight. He’s lucky it was me that taught him the lesson cause at least I stopped once he was knocked out.” Which had been a laughably easy feat and Noah would be sure to spread that information, just to make sure the lesson stuck. Nothing taught quite like pain and humiliation. Noah should know.

“Plenty of times.” Though now Noah’s tone had gone guarded, an almost far away quality to his answer, signaling that while he may speak about it, he had no desire to feel it. “Well why’d you even ask if you didn’t want my answer? I’m fine. I’m okay. The shit that happened tonight was nothing. It was blowing off steam. What answer is gonna make you happy? You need me to be some broken man that needs you to fix him? Sorry, ain’t me.”

#nadiamorgan

nadiamorgan:

It was incredibly unprofessional to be pulling the man from his holding cell with what strings she could be and yet, she wasted no time in doing just that. After all, it beat being on the receiving end of Boyd’s anger, even if it were incredibly long overdue and deserved. She’d flashed a business card and a smile and within half an hour, she watched as Noah signed his name on the dotted line and did her best to ignore the attitude behind his words as she waved off the deputy behind the counter and followed him out to where the cold breeze welcomed them. “I’m taking you home,” she countered, her eyes locked on his before dropping to the busted lip he sported like a true champion of the night. It was hard to be angry at him when a different kind of emotion dared to consume her.

The attorney rounded the back of the car and when the locks popped up, she wasted no time in sliding into the driver’s seat. “I would ask what you were thinking, but if I had to guess, you weren’t.” While she doubted he would have started a bar fight without any instigation elsewhere, she wasn’t so certain that he was entirely innocent either. “You should consider using your words instead of your fists,” she hummed, her gaze catching sight of bruised knuckles from the night’s events. Even when she was angry, all she wanted was to make sure that he was okay. “Did they give you any kind of medical attention? Did they offer it?” He wasn’t in dire need of anything more than a quick look over, but despite the crime committed, he still deserved treatment.

His place it was then. She might play angry with him and maybe she even was a bit, but if she really didn’t want to deal with him, she wouldn’t have come to retrieve him in the first place. He slides into the passenger seat and tilts his head back against the seat, closing his eyes and preparing for his lecture, a huffed laugh escaping him when she’s quick to deliver it. “I was thinking I didn’t order my whiskey with a side of loudmouthed prick. Shouldn’t have been flapping his jaw if he couldn’t back it up.” And why the man had thought Noah’s sister had been an appropriate topic was beyond him.

“Well, they used less than concussion force when they knocked my head getting into the car, does that count for anything?” He flexes the bruised hand, making sure he hadn’t missed any fractured knuckles while he was still on his adrenaline high, but the injuries appeared to just be skin deep. Frankly, he’d wear it with pride. “I’m fine. Had way worse than this shit....but if you're feeling like you wanna kiss it better, I’m not gonna stop you.”

#nadiamorgan

@abelpcyne location: office

“I don’t really know why I’m here, to be honest.” Actually, that wasn’t strictly true. He knew exactly why he was sitting in the man’s office, he just didn’t put that much stock into the idea, but his sister could be fairly convincing when she started threatening him. “I guess cause I got in a fight on Thanksgiving and my sister was pissed about it. But I don’t really see how dragging up the past is gonna help with that.”

#hope this works!#abelpcyne

dylan-westwick:

Even through Noah’s sounds of annoyance she absolutely noticed that he brought the plate closer towards her so she knew it was fine that she had taken a fry from him. Dylan took a sip of the milkshake as she noticed him starting to look around before a waitress came over, she gave the woman a smile, which wasn’t easily returned. Ordering herself a plate of cheese fries with a thank you she let out a small sigh at the heavy question, but one that she was able to be honest with him about. “It was….alright. Seein’ Hattie and Junebug was good and bein’ back at the house and on the farm was good. But him missin’…was just so present.” She missed her father so much and the ache only grew stronger being in Georgia where it was harder not to see him in every inch of the place. She was grateful that her mom wasn’t alone though and that her sisters were there to keep the house lively. “I brought back some homemade moonshine.” She tried to say to let there be lightness again. “How ‘bout you? How was Thanksgivin’?”

“Yeah, I’ll bet...” Noah had gone through a similar feeling after his grandfather had passed, but due to his father’s violence he hadn’t been in town long enough to feel his absence in the actual walls of their home. It was just present in the ache in his chest and the way his grandmother’s smile just never quite reached her eyes that year. He lets her change the subject, knowing that if and when she wants to talk about it further, she’ll come to him, and instead lets a sly grin curve his lips. “Well, you know they say sharing is caring and I sure could use a taste of home.” Though Dylan might not share that opinion once she knows just what he’d gotten up to during the holiday. “Not much. Mia couldn’t get off work the actual day so I just went to a bar...got arrested for a few hours, went home with a girl. Usual stuff.”

#dylanwestwick #idiot boy

cs-caho

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danidosgatos

"They say the stars shine brighter in Montana."

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#( visage )

dylan-westwick:

With the mixture of leaving a few minutes late from work and the bit of traffic she’d gotten stuck into, Dylan had shown up later than expected to her agreed upon meeting time with Noah. By the time she got there, she saw that he already had food in front of him. She let out a soft sigh as she slid into the booth across from him. Hearing his grumble she noticed the milkshake, she gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, work got hectic right when I was plannin’ on leavin’, thanks for stayin’.” Moving the shake towards her she took a sip from her straw before glancing at the menu, knowing already what she wanted. Smiling at hearing his message from his sister, she rolled her eyes at his admission about taking some. “Y’know I would say if ya didn’t tell me, I wouldn’t have known. But knowin’ the hack job you probably would have done to the saran wrap, I would’ve known anyway.” She teased before slipping her fingers and picking up one of his fries off his place while his hands were full. “You’re not our errand boy, No. Plus it’s Christmas time which means I’ll be givin’ a whole cookie tin back to you, so quit your whinin’.”

He makes a small noise of protest around his food, rolling his eyes at her stealing from his plate, but he doesn’t actually make a move to stop her, going so far as to nudge the plate a little closer to the middle of the table. Just like his damn sister. He guessed it made sense since they spent most of their formative years glued to each other’s sides. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Sound like my damn mama.” He looks around to grab their waitress’ attention, hoping Dylan’s presence might deter the woman’s flirting cause he just didn’t have the energy to deal with it right now. Dylan could pretend to be his girlfriend for an hour, right? He’d brought her cookies, after all. “How was it,” His voice is softer now, the teasing edge replaced with concern. “being back home?” He’d meant to call her and check on her on Thanksgiving, but things had gotten hectic on his end and he hadn’t wanted to pile his shit on top of hers.

#dylanwestwick #( queue )

@ashmortensen location: walker ranch

“You got some pull at the station, right?” Noah says by way of greeting as Ash climbs out of his vehicle, one of the ranch dogs trotting up to investigate, sniffing at the man’s shoes before he looks at him expectantly for some affection. “Someone cut one of the fences and one of the mares wandered off. Something must have spooked her cause she took off runnin’ and hurt one of her legs in a damn gopher hole. Now the local boys are dragging ass, saying it was probably just some stupid kids. Think they’re still sore at me about the Thanksgiving incident. I know it’s not really your jurisdiction, but that was one of our best riding horses. It’s gonna cost us money not having her.”

#ashmortensen #( queue )

heavenhillgirl

#ha fuck right off #( musings )

cxttingteeth

Someone: I like you.

Me: It's okay, we all make mistakes.

#( isms )

@dylan-westwick location: the burger joint

“Took you long enough,” Noah greets through a mouthful of the burger he’d already started on, though he’d graciously ordered her at least a shake to sip on while she waited on her own meal. Ain’t he a gentleman? Whatever. He was pretty sure Dylan already knew you couldn’t get between a cowboy and his meal after a long day of work. She’d forgive him. “Mia sends her love. And also a big ass plate of cookies she made which I may have already ate some of cause I don’t remember agreeing to become y’all’s damn errand boy.”

#dylanwestwick #idk what this is just her putting up with him i guess

nadiamorgan:

She’d been looking for a way out of the night’s torture when the buzzing of her phone pulled her attention away. Out of every number that could have illuminated the screen, she hadn’t expected a local one to be on display. For all she knew, it was something about her job or maybe one of the few people she knew from her past had found out that she was back in the city. However, it was the recorded voice on the other end that left her pressing a button to accept all charges associated with the call. “Don’t say anything,” she advised, unsure of what he’d gotten himself into, but also uncaring. She’d said enough to keep his mind working overtime, but after ending the call, there was no doubt in what she was going to do. As much as he got under her skin, she wasn’t about to miss an opportunity to leave the dinner that had gone downhill quickly.

The drive to the sheriff’s department was as long as she’d remembered it to be. It was amusing to relearn a place she’d grew up in. She’d barely stepped foot in the lobby when a kind deputy behind the desk greeted her with a wide smile. He was able to give her brief details over the arrest and after promising that Noah wasn’t going to cause anymore trouble for the night, she was led back to the holding cell where he sat. “If that call cost me much, you’re paying the fees.” She gave one look over her shoulder as she heard keys jingling. “This nice deputy here is going to release you to me. I assured him that you weren’t going to be getting yourself into anymore trouble. He just needs you to sign some paperwork and then you’re free to go.” Her composure remained professional and despite how badly her heart ached, she kept herself together and leaned into the walls she’d put up years ago.

Shit, how dumb did she think he was? Better not to answer that considering the always simmering hostility between the two, besides the times that they slid between the sheets of his bed, and sometimes even then, if the scratches she’d left down his back were any indication. Still, he’d watched enough crime dramas to know to keep his mouth shut, the only words leaving his lips being “phone” and “lawyer” to which the cop who’d arrested him had rolled his eyes and acquiesced. He was fairly sure they were happy to get rid of him with how easy they passed him over to Nadia’s care, but as this was becoming something of a holiday tradition, he couldn’t really blame him.

“Fuck that,” Noah snorts as he slides past the both of them to the front desk, ignoring the fact that she was doing him a big favor. “One of us is making plenty of money and it sure as hell ain’t me, big shot.“ He signs his name on the dotted line with a flourish before giving the officer behind the desk a two fingered salute, that he was sorely tempted to turn into the one finger salute, remember how the particular officer had knocked his head getting him into the car. Barely even glancing back to see if Nadia is following, he makes his way for the exit, being within the walls of the jail starting to make his skin crawl and the fresh, cold air is a balm for his rising anxiety as he moves to lean against Nadia’s vehicle. “So...your place or mine?”

#nadiamorgan #dumb fuck