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[everythingssecured-blog]

taking the air

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He enters the office with heavy, hesitant steps. His expression displays little emotion, beyond exhaustion ( if that is one ), and he clears his throat to get Travis’ full attention.

“ I think– Can we go somewhere and talk? I really just… Need to get some air and speak to you–someone– about stuff. ”

Travis glanced up from the prints he was reading at the sound of those hesitant steps. No one would normally walk in that manner, maybe Brandon, with his limp. He was surprised to see James and set his papers aside. 

“Yes. Sure. Everythin’ all right, bud?” he asked, standing and stretching, his arm aching inside the new cast, the soft one he wore now. “Walk outside, or do you wanna go somewhere else? Can go grab coffee, maybe.” He tugged a hat on. No going outside without that.

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The compound had cleared of Jerichos, other than Travis, of course, but that left room for another round of family visits. Kimberly, affectionately known as Kimber, had been there for a day so far, catching up with her brother and wondering what sort of shit he was into. She liked Lou. Loved Ollie. Her reaction to Travis had been what it always was; a bit of amusement, with a nice shot of lust. But even a blind man could see that Lou had his heart and soul.

She had spotted the one that Brandon simply referred to as fucker, and had found the first opportunity to get to know him. “It took me most of a lifetime to get under his skin so bad,  so I feel like I ought to buy you a drink or something. That took some serious skill.” She offered her hand. “Kimber. The good Ryan.”

[lostgabi]

Cover guy

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“Okay. I know photoshoots aren’t your thing.” She was prepared to coax and cajole him into though. “But, I want something great for the book cover. And that means you, looking the opposite of everything the press said you are. What I know... you really aren’t, not anymore. Dinner after. My treat?”

[insomniacsmuses-a]

Ѡ (Bucky!James to Brandon lololol)

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[text: One-Armed Wonder] Gonna cut it off and beat you with it. Fucker.

[insomniacsmuses-a]

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He was cute. If you liked the hobo chic thing. Mandy was not exactly fond of that one. Nor of people she didn’t know coming into the werewolf-owned bar that her brother and she worked in. This was not a work night, not for her, but Drew was behind the bar. Leaning against it. near the stranger, she sniffed him, trying to get a read on him. 

“You’re new here.” She was good at fact stating. “Not much of a rind on you.” And she was obsessed with Westworld. 

[insomniacsmuses-a]

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He was still getting used to Travis not being at a fucking compound. Brandon had listened as his friend filled him in, listening to the hell he had experienced working for that insane man, Jacob Stack. Now, he was hoping to help protect his friend, his girl, and his baby. Travis had helped him, saved him from himself, so now he would return the favor.

Brandon eyed the soldier that had broken his friend’s arm. He doubted he would have gotten the better of Travis on a good day. 

“You. Me. Gym. Let’s see if you can get one over on a Marine when he isn’t surprised and harboring a slight death wish.”

[insomniacsmuses-a]

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She was happy. Travis had a baby. He had Lou again. So she was visiting. Quietly.

The broken arm was a surprise. The baby was beautiful. She’d cried. She’d hugged Lou for a solid half an hour. Now, she was at loose ends while her cousin and Lou put Ollie to bed. Wine in hand, she wandered through the rooms, eyeing the guard with the pout. 

“So you’re the one who broke my cousin?” she asked, brow raising.