Could you write a Story with Martin Riggs ( Clayne Crawford) x fem Reader?
How they meet each other and Riggs is totally fallen in Love with her. He is a completly other Person than in his Job. Maybe they have also their First Kiss,but thats your choice.
Nice Wishes.
🍄 Pairing: Martin Riggs x Reader
🍄 Genre: Fluff
🍄 Summary: A late night caller means you miss out on your dinner, but a bullet wounded Texan and an injured puppy are definitely worth the missed pizza.
🍄 Word Count: 1551
🍄 Abbreviations: N/A
🍄 Warnings: Mentions of bullet graze and malnourished puppy
🍄 Note: Thanks for the request @tkappi, I really enjoyed writing this. Hoping to add some more to this and maybe create a series at some point. Hope you enjoy!
8:15. Clock out time.
It felt like the longest day. Multiple couples coming in looking for puppies, very few actually going through with the adoption process. A few of them actually realizing how much work a dog was going to be when you revealed the expenses and asked about their living arrangements. You had just finished locking up the cash register and collecting your things from the locker in the back room. You checked the lights one more time, muttering a quiet goodbye to the dogs as you moved to the front of the shop to head home for the night.
BANG BANG BANG
Your heart thudded in your chest as you peered out the front window, noticing in the faint light a man standing on the other side of the door, scruffy hair and sunglasses covering his eyes. You paused for a second before moving to the door, dropping your things onto the desk and unlocking the door. “We’re closed.” you called through the door. The man’s head popped up.
“Sorry Ma’am, Martin Riggs, LAPD. It alright if I come inside?” Seeing the shiny badge attached to his belt, you let out a breath and unlocked the door allowing the detective to slip inside into the warmth.
“What can I do for you, detective?” Your eyes scanned over the man, his cowboy boots scuffing against the concrete flooring of the reception area. His arms were wrapped around something, curled in a blanket. A fluffy pair of ears rested against his arm, sad-looking eyes stared up at you.
“We err just finished a case,” Riggs explained. “Found this guy on the call. Was locked up in some cage. Figured you might be able to help?” You looked closely at the man, his Texan drawl thick but easy to understand. You reached over and placed your hand on the dog’s head, stroking gently, a soft whimpering coming from it.
“Poor baby,” you muttered. You gestured for Riggs to bring the dog over to the back room and flicked on the light. The dog whimpered as Riggs placed him down, it was then you noticed the red smudges on Riggs’ hands and neck.
“You okay?” you asked, eyes secretly looking for any injuries. Riggs nodded but didn’t answer.
“Look, is he gonna be okay?” You examined the dog. Nothing broken, malnourished and a little cold.
“Was he kept outside?” Riggs nodded. “He needs a good feed and some warming up, but he should be alright.” You reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a blanket with a wire attached. “This should do it.” You plugged it in and laid it across the dog who seemed to settle into the comfort that the heated blanket was giving him. “I’ll start him on a diet in the morning. I’ll slowly feed him until his stomach can tolerate a full meal.” The dog’s eyes closed as his chest rose and fell calmly. “Now you, sit down,” Riggs looked at you, eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest.
“What? No, I’m fine. This is nothing-”
“Sit your cowboy ass down and stop bleeding on my floor,” You replied sternly pointing to the chair in the corner of the room. He glanced down at the drips of blood that had fallen from his arm and pooled on the floor. Riggs paused for a moment and his mouth began to open. You could tell that he was thinking of arguing with you some more, but the stern glare you sent in his direction stopped the words from spilling out. “Now, where’s the blood coming from?” His mouth opened, eyebrows pushed up towards his forehead. “And don’t you dare tell me you’re fine, stubbornness gets you killed in your line of work.” He closed his mouth and sighed.
“Yes ma’am.” he muttered. “It’s just a scratch, no biggie,” You crossed your arms and waited for him to answer properly. With a sigh, he reluctantly pulled the side of his shirt down to show a graze on his shoulder.
“That from a bullet?” you asked, collecting supplies from the cupboards.
“Yeah, guy jumped out from the kitchen when we got inside,” Riggs explained. “Doesn’t even hurt-” He hissed as you pressed a gauze to his shoulder, a clear liquid soaked into the material and now soaking into his shoulder. “Damn it!” You rose an eyebrow.
“Doesn’t hurt, huh?” He pushed his sunglasses up onto his forehead and glared gently at you with whiskey coloured eyes. “Seems superficial. I’ll wrap it up for you.” You muttered. “For someone who was shot at, you seem awfully chilled out.”
“Well, ma’am, I have to say, you seem pretty chilled out for someone dealing with a bullet wound in the back of an animal shelter like some backwater doctor’s surgery.”
“I grew up babysitting the neighbourhood kids, I learned a thing or two.” You grinned and wiped away the stream of blood that had covered his shoulder. You grabbed the antibacterial wipes and wiped the area once more before removing the backing off of a large bandaid. “There you go, detective. All wrapped up and good to go.” You pulled the gloves off your hand and dropped them into the waste bin. “Try not to go running into any more gunfire, okay?” You smiled and his lips pulled up at the side as he nodded.
“Yes ma’am. You’ve got my word.” You stepped around the table back to where the dog was laying, his head still resting and his body warming up under the blanket. You checked his temperature again and grinned.
“Looks like our friend here is doing just fine,” You stroked his head softly. “He needs a name, though. Don’t you think, detective?”
“How about Rocky?” Riggs suggested, coming to stand on the opposite side of the table. You smiled. “I got a thing for old movies.”
“I guess he does look like he’s gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson,” You giggled. “Rocky it is.”
Carefully lifting Rocky, you led Riggs into the back of the kennels. Most of the dogs had settled in their beds now, but you could see a few heads raised at your entrance. They were probably confused that you were still here.
“Just in here,” you instructed. Thankfully you had a couple of empty kennels right in the back. Rocky laid down comfortably on the bed in the corner, watching you as you placed down a bowl and filled it with water from the tap. “Sweet dreams Rocky. I’ll be back in the morning.” You closed the door behind you and walked back out to the front with Riggs, grabbing your things as you moved through the front of the shelter. “Thank you for your help detective,” You smiled. “I’m used to carrying dogs around but it’s nice to have some help now and again.” You stopped to turn off the lights again. “How’s that shoulder feeling?” The concern seeped into your voice.
“Good as new, doc.” He grinned. “All thanks to your delicate handiwork. Does this make me one of your official patients now?” he asked.
“The first human one,” You smirked. “Although I guess you do have that cute mutt thing going on for you.”
“Mutt? You think I look like a mutt?” he asked feigning hurt and pressing his hand to his heart.
“A cute mutt,” You giggled. “Guess that charm comes from all you Texans.” Riggs raised a hand to push his hair from his face, only for it to fall back against his cheek.
“You mind if I walk you to your car?” he asked, looking out the front of the shelter. The darkened orange sky had now disappeared into blackness. The stars littering across the sky providing minimal illumination. The closest street lamp was down the road on the corner. “Saying that, I didn’t remember seeing a car out there.”
“Oh no, I walk,” you explained. “I usually stop by the pizza joint on my way home from work. But tonight,” You glanced at the watch on your wrist. “I won’t be since the place closes at eight forty-five and it’s now nine-ten.”
“You walk? How far do you live from here?”
“Just a couple of blocks,” you replied, pretending not to see the concerned look on Riggs’ face. You’d been walking home for years since you’d started working at the animal shelter. Nothing had ever happened, nothing to scare you into driving. Most of the businesses close by, knew your schedule and often looked out when you passed by whilst they were closing up. You felt safe on this side of town. “It’s really okay, detective. It’s not that far.”
“At least let me give you a ride,” he replied. “As an apology for keeping you so late,” You paused. “Straight home. Scouts honor,” You giggled. “I’ll even drop you down the road if you don’t wanna give me your address. Which I understand, being a cop and all.”
“Alright detective,” You nodded, stepping outside and locking the door behind you. “Answer me one question and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“I’m an open book.” He grinned.
“Were you even allowed in the scouts?” His chuckle echoed around the quiet parking lot, shaking his head as he walked with you to his truck.
Ask: Some anons were suggesting more Martin Riggs content, I happily obliged.
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A/N: This oneshot is based off of "Family Line" by Conan Gray (x)
A/N #2: This is gonna be a long a grueling one guys, I'm sorry. Probably going to be 2-3 parts tbh.
Relationship: Martin Riggs x GN!Reader (however I always default to female, but this can apply to everyone)
Fandom: Lethal Weapon Movie Series
Summary: When push comes to shove and your sister is taken out from under you, you find an unexpected solace in the one Martin Riggs. In a test to get your sister back in time, though, you start to consider whether she may be better off taken than placed back into that house of horrors you'd ran away from a long time ago.
Warnings: angst, mentions of past horrors/abuse, family issues, trust issues, domestic abuse, crime, kidnapping, blood, NO MARTIN YET
Masterlist Lethal Weapon Masterlist
{moodboard is not mine, credits go to @soulofevil found from pillowfort.com (don't know if tagged account actually owns this, I just got it from somewhere else)}
"My father never talked a lot
He just took a walk around the block
'Til his anger took a hold of him
And then he'd hit"
He was furious. About what, you couldn't tell; it didn't take much to anger him as you both grow older. You'd think, as the time goes and the years amount to decades, this man would learn to be more calm and wise. Quite frankly, you'd at least hoped that he would become more rational.
You stand tall despite his menacing frame and vicious tone. You weren't going to let her stand by another second of this. The screaming, yelling, punching, broken shards in your feet as your feet hit the pavement; begging to be anywhere but the place you'd call home.
Your sister was too young to know how to cope. You didn't want her to, though - to compromise. It wasn't a choice she had to make, it wasn't a sacrifice. It shouldn't be.
If she were to be forced to become tough and cold-hearted as the man that had stormed out of the house, the known chain of events to happen in a course of a few hours, she'd be just that: cold-hearted.
She doesn't have to grow up the way you did.
She doesn't have to watch her young, naive doe eyes turn to stone cold orbs that reflect no light; no happiness or love.
You watched as the man who gave you life smashed the front door open, storming through it and down the street. He hadn't said anything, or even gave you a slight hint in his expression. He just had to flip a switch.
In the same quick fashion as he'd left, he returned. You experienced this whiplash before like a slap in the face, though the sting faded the more you'd grown to become accustomed to it.
He was a drinker, a gambler, an abuser, a father.
He lost that sense a long time ago.
"My mother never cried a lot
She just took the punches, but she never fought"
His eyes were set on you, white-hot rage fueling his every move as his long strides carried behind you to the couch in the living room. The stand-off was anything but loving - not as a child would be chased around the couch by her father in a game of tag. It was all a matter of calculation and persistence; a predator unrelenting his devotion to the prey.
"No! Stop! They did nothing wrong!" you mother screams helplessly, trying to dissuade your father from you as you go to grab your sister's hand, standing before her on the opposite end of the couch.
Then there was the switch again, his eyes now set on her.
"'Til she said, 'I'm leaving, and I'll take the kids"
He didn't like that. He came for her, just as he had in the passed ten years. You lunge for him, grabbing the kitchen stool as he chased her into the kitchen. Now you stood before her, your eyes revealing nothing.
He laughs. A cold, sinister laugh - a familiar laugh.
"Go," you tell the girls.
"Y/N, no. Stop. Please," she pleaded, looking between you and your father, your knuckles white from the tension in your hands still wrapped around the stool held over your shoulder for defense. "Stop," she all but begged the man.
He didn't look at her, his eyes were glued to your E/C ones. The ones you shared.
"Mom," was all you said, not allowing your eyes to stray to her in this moment. You heard her whimper, but she had given up, taking a step back.
"So she did"
Driving over the endless roads and highways, you crossed two state lines, charging as far away as you could. It didn't take much time until she was convinced she'd made a mistake, wanting to go back to the man that lived in your nightmares.
It was only temporary, only a certain amount of time before she'd return to that monster. You couldn't make her decisions for her - you wouldn't.
She made her bed; a woman well over her thirties that chose to bring two bundles of life into the world she had created for you. This wasn't your decision or your obligation to go back to him.
Except for one thing: your sister.
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She was only 12 then, and you 20. You were only there to comfort your sister, the awareness of the horrors in the house not allowing you to leave her behind in your early adulthood.
Your mother went back to that monster, but you never allowed your sister to. You couldn't let her fade away, too.
It had been 8 years since you left that house in Wyoming to Los Angeles, California. You joined the armed forces as a police officer there.
It was a 180 from the world you were accustomed to and hoped as the time went, all the good you've done would return the little girl you once were; the one who believed the world was a grand and spacious place that would provide dreams and comfort.
You had set a nice life for your sister, and for a while you had felt a sense of hope.
Until tonight.
"I say they're just the ones that gave me life
But I truly am my parents' child"
You were working late on a patrol. You were told that in the morning, due to your high resilience, strength, and education, you were going to be relocated to a higher position on the force in the center of the city.
What was supposed to be a normal patrol was soon lead to a tour around the city of where you'd be newly focused on by one of your peers. It wasn't supposed to be this long.
Cursing as you look down at your wristwatch, you find the time glaring back at you. 3 am. You can feel the exhaustion in your bones, the only thing you wanted right now was to be home with your sister and safely secured in your comfy bed.
Pulling into the driveway, you park your patrol car and lock it, leaving all remnants of today's activities in your car to be cleaned out later on in the morning.
Trekking to the door, your back stiffens and you stop dead in your tracks.
The door is slightly off on one of the hinges. The shattered glass panes that decorated the door gives way to the sight inside the house, finding both of the deadbolts you had set up broken and out of place.
You quickly reach for your gun, holding it up with your dominant hand as the other brings a flashlight over top of it. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and your blood rushes, enabling you to step into your house.
You call out to your sister in the eerily quiet, increasing your nerves. You call out once more to no answer. Quickly, you search the perimeter, glass shards decorating the floor and furniture tipped over, things misplaced and haphazard remnants of what was thrown.
You can feel your throat start to close up, finally taking the search upstairs. You call out for her one last time, praying there would be a response somewhere in the dark.
Your vision starts to adjust to the darkness, still blurry as the tears start to cloud the world you'd built around you. If only you could've lived life like this, unable to see and feel the destruction and ruin.
You check the bathroom, your room, the guest room, until finally, her room.
The first thing that catches your eyes are the blood stains of the floor. There is signs of struggle everywhere given the messiness of the room. You feel your blood go cold, taking a deep breath in to analyze the blood splatters by her windowsill.
There are no puddles, which instantly nixes the assumption of being killed or having laid in one spot for a long period of time. So they didn't kill her.
The droplets are almost spray-like, as if someone was either hit, slashed, or cut in an unorganized way. An indication of even more struggle. Your eyebrows furrow as hollowness fills your core. You search her windowsill for any other signs, but only find more sprayed droplets of blood.
Following your way around the house, you look closely now, examining for more blood, the trail leading down the stairs and through the backdoor of the house.
Whoever was here is gone now. The blood is dried in some places by the door, meaning it has been a good amount of time, but still fresh.
You drop to your knees as you let out a loud sob in the chilling darkness of your house - a carbon copy of the home that was. Shakily, your hands reach for the walkie talkie on your chest, unclasping it from the padding to call it in.
Just like your parents, you were unable to protect your sister - your little girl.
Prompt 5
Martin Riggs - “October ain’t October until someone has their head stuck in a pumpkin.” he was watching parks and rec.
‘What the hell have you done?’ You asked when you saw Riggs with the bright orange pumpkin on his head.
‘It’s stuck.’ He said, as he tried to get it off his head.
‘We’re not even six days into October yet.’ You said as you looked around, to see if you could help him.
‘October ain’t October until someone has their head stuck in a pumpkin.’ He said, his voice muffled by the pumpkin that that was around his head.
‘What were you thinking?’ You asked, he shrugged.
‘I saw it on Parks and Rec.’ He told you proudly.
‘So you decided to go get a pumpkin, carve it out and then force it over your head?’ You asked him, he looked at you through the eyes holes that he had carved into it.
‘Yes, I will admit that I was drunk at the time.’ He said, exaggerating more with his hands.
‘And you aren’t now?’ You asked him, he shook his head.
‘No, cause I cant get the bottle through the hole.’ He said, pointing to the mouth hole.
‘Well what do you want to do?’ You asked him.
‘Wait until it rots?’ He questioned.
‘Are you out your mind?’ You asked, but quickly stuck a hand up when he went to say something, ‘No never mind, I have my answer right in front of me.’ You told him.
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After a shift you babysit Harper for Murtaugh and end up taking care of Maya as well, but you don’t mind as you gain secrets about Cole, whist relaxing.
Characters – Maya, Harper, Murtaugh, Cole, Reader.
Word Count – 1844
‘What are you doing here?’ Murtaugh asked, when he saw you sitting at his desk, your leather jacker hanging over the back of your chair as you rotated the seat back and forth, in small motions.
'Finishing the paperwork.’ You said, you looked up from the work and looked back down before looking up again, seeing Harper behind him.
'What’s little Harper doing here?’ You asked, she smiled and walked over to you and you lifted her up, sitting her on your lap.
'Schools shut down so I have to watch her.’ He told you, you pursed your lips.
'Don’t you have a case?’ You asked him, he nodded.
'I’ll watch her then.’ You told him.
'Are you sure?’ He asked, you nodded.
'Of course, I think we deserve a well needed girl’s day.’ You told him, he gave you a bright smile and nodded.
'I’ll be in contact with you.’ He said, you nodded before he walked away, and you pilled your paperwork up together.
'Let’s go.’ You said to Harper, she smiled at you before you lifted her up before looking up you meet Cole.
'Morning.’ You said, he nodded.
'Why are you stealing Harper?’ He asked you, you rolled your eyes at him.
'I’m babysitting her. So we’re going to have a girl’s day.’ You told him, smiling at him and Harper.
'Well enjoy, I’d love to get my nails down with you.’ He said, both you and Harper smiled at him.
'Well if you finish in time you can join us.’ You said, be nodded before you
- - -
'Cole.’ You answered your phone.
'Do you still have Harper?’ He asked, you closed your eyes at his bluntness.
'Yeah, why?’ You asked him.
'Do you think you could watch Maya as well?’ He asked, worry in his voice.
'Sure, where is she?’ You asked him.
'She was at the hospital but -.’ He said.
'Okay.’ You cut him off.
'I’ve told her to get a cab.’ He finished his sentence, your jaw dropped.
'What? Phone her back and tell her to wait there I’ll come and get her.’ You told him, as you grabbed your keys.
‘Are you sure?’ He asked,
‘Cole, she thirteen you’re not making her get a cab.’ You told him before hanging up and sliding your phone into your pocket and pulled out the space and headed towards the hospital.
- - -
'Maya, right?’ You asked the blonde girl that was sitting on the plastic chair, looking bored.
'Yeah.’ She said, you gave her a soft smile.
'I’m Y/N, has your dad told you that your coming with me?’ You introduced yourself, she nodded and stood up.
'Yeah, I better go and tell mum that I’m going.’ She said, you nodded.
'Of course.’ You said and watched as she walked the short distance and talked to a blonde woman who nodded and looked up, you gave her a wave and she started walking over to you.
‘Hi, are you Y/N?’ She asked, you nodded.
‘Yeah, you must be Natalia.’ You said, she nodded and smiled at you before looking down at Harper.
‘That’s me. Thank you for taking her.’ She said gratefully, you shook your head.
‘It’s fine, more food and movies now.’ You told the two girls, they both nodded.
'So you’re the person that my dad keeps on talking about.’ Maya said, you rose an eyebrow as you looked at her, Harper wriggled her fingers in your hand.
'He talks about me?’ You asked.
'Yeah.’ She nodded her head.
'What does he say?’ You asked her, as you opened the door to your car for her, before opening the on behind it and sliding Harper into her seat.
'That’s you’re an amazing detective and he admires you.’ She said, you shook your head as you fastened Harpers seatbelt and shut the door.
'Oh I think Cole has a little man crush on me.’ You said, she smiled and you made sure everything was in before shutting her door and moved around to your side and climbed in.
'So what do you guys want to do, I have movies, nail polish and make up or we can bake something.’ You asked the pair of them.
'Make up.’ Harper said, you looked at Maya and she nodded as well.
'Make up it is then.’ You said before doing your seatbelt and started the car.
- - -
'Welcome sir, to the fabulous make up emporium what would you like?’ You said motioning to the two girls who, were displaying the make up on their faces that you had done, but Cole looked at yours.
'I want that.’ He said, pointing at it.
'Great choice, Madam Harper and Madam Maya will be your artists, if you take a seat.’ You said, motioning to the couch, Cole walked over and the door was knocked again. You headed over and opened it, smiling when you saw Murtaugh who looked at you make up and nodded.
'Murtaugh.’ You said, stepping aside and let him in as he walked through to the living room, he looked at the
'Dad.’
'Would you like your make up down?’ You asked him, he shook his head as he watched the two girls sit either side of Cole.
'No thanks, I’m going to watch Cole.’ He said, you took a seat next to him as Cole shut his eyes and let the girls do their work.
When they had finished they moved out the way so Cole could sit up, he let out a groan as he turned and looked at you and Murtaugh, both of your snorted before covering up your mouth and smiling.
‘Girls, that is fantastic.’ You said, getting high fives from the pair of them. Murtaugh had already took his phone out and was snapping pictures as he just continued nodding, before putting his phone away again.
‘Harper, we should get going or mummy is going to be annoyed.’ Murtaugh said, as he stood up picking her up before turning to you.
‘We better get going as well.’ Cole said, you shook your head.
‘You guys are willing to stay over tonight if you’d like.’ You told the pair of them, Maya looked hopeful at Cole who looked at you.
‘We don’t have any clothes.’ He said, you shrugged.
‘I have some old clothes that Maya can sleep in and I might have some left-over clothes from ex’s for you.’ You told him, he looked at Maya who was giving him puppy eyes.
‘Fine, it’s okay with you.’ He said, you nodded and Maya cheered.
- - -
‘Maya?’ You said tired, feeling that someone was watching you.
‘What are you doing in here?’ You asked as you looked at her in the old t-shirt she was wearing.
‘I had a nightmare.’ She said, you sat up and rubbed your eyes.
‘Oh sweetie, do you want me to get your dad?’ You asked her, she shook her head.
‘No, sometimes he has them as well, but his are memories not make believe.’ She said, you nodded before lying back on your bed and patting beside you.
‘My parents always told me there’s a reason why we have nightmares.’ You told her as she climbed into the bed getting comfy beside you.
‘There is?’ She asked, you nodded.
‘Yeah, sometimes were scared of something, that could be spiders or heights, but other times,’ You ran a hand over your face, ‘Sometimes we trying to figure something out but putting it to the back of our mind during the day.’ You told her, as she turned and looked at you, you raised an eyebrow at her.
‘Is everything okay with you?’ You asked her.
‘Yeah, I’m just worried about mum and dad.’ She told you, you turned onto your side and faced her.
‘Why?’ You asked.
‘They love each other but mum’s marrying Peter and dad isn’t doing anything.’ She told you
‘You’re sacred that they’re going to forget each other when they move on?’ You asked, she nodded.
‘I’ll tell you now that won’t happen, because they have you.’ You told her, as you pointed at her.
‘They love you so much that your mum is willing to put up with your dad’s crazy schedule and accept him again.’ You told her, she nodded and fought a yawn.
‘I think you should try and get some sleep.’ You told her, she nodded before moving to get comfortable and so did you, both of you unaware that Cole was standing the other side of the door, listening to the pair of you.
‘Y/N?’ She asked.
‘Yeah?’ You said quietly.
‘Do you like my dad?’ She asked you, you nodded, the bed shaking slightly.
‘Yeah, he’s a nice man and a great friend.’ You told her.
‘No, I mean do you like him like him?’ Maya asked you, Cole listened to the silence and the rustling of the sheets.
‘He’s too involved with your mum just now for him to like anyone like that.’ You answered the question, Cole’s brows furrowed as the room fell into silence.
When he heard the bed moving, he quickly moved away from the door, as you pulled it open. Shocked to see him standing in your hallway, dropping the hand from your chest you looked at Cole.
‘Everything okay?’ You asked as he took in the oversized t-shirt that you were wearing, along with your hair in a messy bun.
‘Yeah.’ He said, you nodded before walking towards him, he moved out your way as you gave him a small smile before making your way down the stairs.
‘I’m not too involved with her.’ He said, you were at the bottom of the stairs, you stopped and turned and looked up at him.
‘What?’ You asked, he looked at your bedroom, where he saw Maya lying on the bed.
‘I’m not too involved with her that I can’t like other people.’ He told you, you lowered your head before looking back up at him.
‘We’ll talk about it in the morning.’ You said, pinching the bridge of your nose as your phone went off, you swore quietly as footsteps made their selves known, holding your phone Maya appeared at the top, next to Cole.
‘Chuck it please.’ You said, holding your hands up, Maya flung it over the edge and you caught it. Answering it and placing it up to your ear.
‘Yeah, where? When?’ You asked, you shook your head before you rubbed your hand over your face and nodded.
‘Alright.’ You said before hanging up.
‘Everything okay?’ Cole asked, you nodded as you let out a sigh before climbing back up the stairs.
‘Yeah, just got a case.’ You said, he nodded and turned to Maya.
‘You can stay here till morning.’ You told the pair of them as you reached your door.
‘Are you sure?’ He asked, you gave the pair a tired smile.
‘Yeah, I trust you.’ You told him as you stepped into your room and closed the door behind you.
You and Cole had been walking around all day, holding hands and bumping shoulders together as looked at the stalls in the Christmas market. As it got darker, the cold decided to make it’s self-known and wrap itself around you.
Cole looked away from the large Christmas tree when he felt you move closer to him, along with your rubbing your arms.
‘Everything okay?’ Cole asked as you turned around to face him, you wrapped your arms around him, sneaking your arms under his jacket.
‘I’m freezing, you’re warm. Hug me.’ You told him, he smiled before wrapping both his arms around you, you rested your cheek on his chest as he swayed you back and forth slightly, his warmth chasing the cold away as you waiting for the announcement to start.
‘I love you.’ He said, you smiled and looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest.
‘I love you too.’ You told him, he smirked at you before his attention was brought to the stage behind you.
‘You’re going to miss the countdown.’ He said, jutted his chin towards the stage, you pouted he quickly bent down and pecked your lips before your turned around, but he kept his arms around your waist, and kept you close to his chest.
Prompt 24
Wesley Cole - “How did you manage to get us lost in a corn Maze?"
‘How did you manage to get us lost in a corn maze?’ You asked Cole, he looked around at the dead end you had hit, again.
‘I’ll just break my way through.’ He said, moving closer to the wall of corn, you outstretched a hand.
‘No, don’t, someone worked hard on this and you are not going to wreck it.’ You warned him, his shoulders slumped.
‘You could go on my shoulders.’ He suggested, you shook your head.
‘Then that would be cheating.’ You pointed out.
‘But, we’re lost.’ He said, motioning around you, you pulled a face.
‘We could use google maps?’ He said, you shook your head.
‘It won’t have it if its yearly.’ You pointed out, you watched as he frowned before you grabbed his hand and started walking back the way you came.
‘What are you doing?’ He asked, following you.
‘If we can’t get to the middle, we can leave.’ You told him, as you went back towards the entrance, remembering some of it.
