#justifed

[astronomical-light]

so do we think tim became a ranger because if he couldn’t actually bone aragorn, trying to be him was the next best thing

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[unleashedart]

Thanks Willow on discord for helping make these for my Instagram AU Justified fic!

[panevanbuckley]

Ok, I totally get if you don't take this one b/c a)like what?, and b)no one cares about them but me and like their moms, but: anything with Johnny Crowder and/or Wynn Duffy being happy would be most welcome. <3

ooh nooo both of these idiots deserve happiness! i absolutely adored johnny up until he hurt my baby, i thought he was a great, complicated but loyal character until then. and wynn grew on me over the seasons until i ended up absolutely loving him! have some short wynn (x mikey if you squint) fluff and i will try to get some johnny done eventually too! 💜

“No one needs to know.” Mikey reassured, leading Wynn into the back of the RV with a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Just ten minutes.”

“But what if-” he's cut off by a finger to his lips and glares up at Mikey.

“It'll be fine! What could possibly go wrong if you take one afternoon off?” Mikey asked, gently pushing him down to sit on the edge of the bed.

Wynn raised an eyebrow at him. “Have you met Crowder?”

Mikey sighed, “Unfortunately.”

A bubble of laughter rose from Wynn's throat and he shook his head. He flopped backwards, head bouncing on the mattress, and groaned. He might have exaggerated it a bit. “Fine. Whatever.” he relented, “One afternoon.”

He didn't need to look up to know there was a wide smile plastered over Mikey's face. Fingers carded through his hair, massaging lightly across his scalp, and he melted under the touch with a soft sigh. “Thank you.” Mikey murmured into the comfortable silence settled around them and he blinked open eyes he hadn't realised he'd closed.

“What're you thanking me for?”

Mikey's smile was unbearably fond as he glanced down at him, hovering over him like his very own angel. He must have said that last thought aloud because the man's eyes crinkled at the sides, shining down at him with amusement.

“Well, as your angel, I'm glad to see you taking care of yourself.” Mikey said, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone, “Now get some sleep. I don't think I've seen you rest longer than five minutes in the past week.”

Wynn no longer has the energy to respond with a string of coherent words, mumbling something that sounds vaguely affirmative as he already loses his body to the bed beneath him. He twists his head, eyes sliding closed and fighting back a yawn, brushing his lips over Mikey's inner wrist before he moves his hand away. He smiles to himself.

He can't be sure, not with how tired he fast realised himself to be, but he's pretty certain he felt a kiss pressed to his temple before he drifted off to sleep.

also on ao3

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