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80s4life · 10 months

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Denial and Anger"

Word Count: 1,518

Status: Requested!

Ask: Some anons were suggesting more Martin Riggs content, I happily obliged.

@: multiple anons!

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.

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#mel gibson #mel gibson x reader #mel gibson imagine #lethal weapon x reader #lethal weapon imagine #lethal weapon 1989 #martin riggs #martin riggs x reader #martin riggs imagine #lethal weapon

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nerdblob · 1 year

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starkblazer · 6 months

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WIP Game

I was tagged for the WIP game by @asterofthevoid, thank you my dear ❤

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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these are only my black sails wips but here they are

Operation Rumble Tumble in the Jungle

Silverflinthamilton modern au

Aftermath of John drowning cause i hate myself

Flint actually jumps after Silver when he drowns in 4x01

silver's rescue in 4x03

Modern AU Silverflint meeting

Black Sails Pacific Rim AU

Black Sails S2 fix it - time loop

5 times flint's crew didn't defend him + 1 time they did

Who's Billy

Vampire Flint canonverse

rainy evenings spent inside his London house with Miranda and James. Spending their time wrapped in blankets in their bed, trading kisses and book passages, sharing heat and red wine.

demigod flint

fire creature flint

the captain needs a nap (or a fuck)

time traveler silver

silver can read flint's mind - soulmates au

the peple you love leave a mark on your skin au

the creation of captain flint

van gogh dw episode with silver

identity porn

we keep wishing flint had met max or at least interacted with her more but that is just not possible,

where are you, my dear

i want to write a fic where flint is the man he is believed to be, ruthless, violent and, dark.

Everything happens so fast, Flint shouting a ragged

John knows he's staring, but he can't help himself.

He is so tired of fighting and everything hurts. As he sinks, he spares a thought to Miranda, but they never say how good it feels.

S1 Silver gives off strong come-fuck-me vibes and I like to imagine S4 Silver still gives off those vibes and Flint takes him up on it.

It doesn't feel real, nothing that's happened feels real.

If I was dying on my knees

James is hardly a small man, yet, Thomas' shirt hangs loose well past his thighs.

why bother with the truth when lying feels much more truthful to my character

this is a ghost story

James doesn't remember his parents.

i also have a bunch more like a couple of leverage fics, some da vinci's demons, one kingsman and some others.

QuinnxEliot

Series - Eliot FUCKS

Leario Fic

LorenzoxLeo

Merwin-Merhartwin Outlander Au

Detroit Become Human - Everybody dies

The Losers Comics jensenxcougar fix it

Martin Riggs - Lethal Weapon

Post Canon OT3 Lost in Space Christmas fic

Post Canon OT3 Lost in Space The kids find out

Post Canon OT3 Lost in Space A soft morning

Post Canon OT3 Lost in Space John's flinthamiltons experience

Ineffable Husbands - Why do you never kiss

Bucky killing howard not-cacw-compliant aftermath

The best apology is a changed behaviour Tony char study

MCU Rewrite

Tagging whoever sees this post on their dash because I am certainly not tagging 50 people so please if you are a writer seeing this post, consider yourself tagged by me :))

#i write stuff sometimes #stuff in progress

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inktab · 5 years

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Martin Riggs Imagine - Part 3

A story full of angst (because I love it) and comforting (for balance). She is a newcomer to the police of Los Angeles and Martin Riggs just lost his wife. (Part 3)

“Leaving a note for him was a good decision, girl. We’ll have time for just us two”, he smiled and she didn’t like his grin.

“What do you want to know?”, she tried to be calm, but fear and panic were heard in her voice.

“Are you scared? Because you should be”, he took out some knifes and different surgeon tools.

She looked away, breathed slowly to just stay calm for a moment, but all this didn’t help when she heard metal screech.

“Just tell me what you want to know”, Y/N bit her lips so hard, blood started dripping down her chin.

“That’s not fun at all, beautiful”, he turned around for a second to look at her. “You’re torturing yourself without me. Don’t take away all the pleasure”.

She was silent, couldn’t even breathe at that moment. He walked closer to her, grinned, looking in her eyes full of tears and made the first cut. She bit her lips, but didn’t make any sound.

“Tough girl, huh? I’ll make you scream. In addition, you will tell me everything you know or he will come to save you someday”, he continued torturing her for days.

She forgot her name, she forgot where she was, her mind wondered some place else. Y/N couldn’t handle any more pain, she broke down after few days of strait torture. The man got bored and one day came in the room and pointed a gun at her.

“Kill me already”, she smiled, crazy, broken. “Are you bored because I don’t scream? You’ll not get the pleasure”.

“I’m probably bored because he didn’t come, that would be more fun, baby girl. We’re so close now, right?”, he stroked her cheek. “Oh, Martin Riggs, you don’t even know what you’re losing right now”.

She looked away, tear falling down her cheeks.

“Hey, boy, you don’t have the right to call her this way”.

She thought this was a dream. The voice she wanted to hear all the time and sometimes even heard in the darkest corners of her mind came alive and was standing just in front of her.

“Martin?”, Y/N whispered almost losing her mind.

“Just stay with me, Y/N. It’s over”, he smiled to her almost gently.

“I don’t think so”, the man laughed pulling out his gun, but the gunshot was heard a lot earlier and the man slowly fell down covering his stomach.

“I think so”, Martin put away his gun and walked to her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier. Stay with me, okay? We’ll get you to the hospital in no time”.

She tried so hard, keeping her eyes open. But didn’t succeed.

#imagine #reader #martin riggs imagine #riggs #martin #police #angst

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wiggitywaggityrp-blog · 5 years

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Imagine coming home and going into your kitchen and turning on your lights to see martin and murgwah

“JESUS CHRIST MARTIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE SO EARLY YOU SCARED ME!!” Murgwah laughs and pats Martin on the back “Well ima go see you later partner.” He walks past me and smiles and you look at Martin as he digs into the freshly baked lasagna you made for you and his date tonight “God dammit Martin I made that for our date tonight..” you say to him through gritted teeth “sorry baby..” he says with a mouth full of lasagna which was so cute you had to laugh

#martin riggs #martin riggs imagine #martin riggs x reader #cute #daddy #i love you #lethal weapon #cop #police #cutie

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thatfanficstuff · 6 years

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You Owe Me - Martin Riggs

Pairing: Riggs x Reader

Warnings: Language, suicidal tendencies discussed, implied smut, mentions of death

A/N: So I know this isn’t the most popular fandom but this is one of my favorite stories. Enjoy!

"Riggs," Roger Murtaugh hissed at his partner. "Riggs!"

Still no response.

"Martin Riggs!" he said louder and knocked the other man's boots off the desk.

Riggs jerked upright. "What? What is it?"

Murtaugh followed his partner's line of sight to see what had him so entranced. A woman sat in Captain Avery's office. She wore biker leathers and her hair was dyed in a rainbow of colors. Roger didn't have to be able to see to know she undoubtedly had the tattoos to match.

"You have a thing for bikers now?" he asked with an arched brow. The woman had been in Avery's office for a long time and Murtaugh wondered which case she was a witness for. If she was a perp, she'd be in an interrogation room, not the captain's office.

Riggs turned back and shuffled paperwork on his desk. He raked a hand through his messy hair. "Don't be stupid. She just looked familiar. That's all."

"The tough biker chick looks familiar?"

Riggs shrugged. "Maybe I busted her before. Who knows? Have we heard anything from Bailey on the Johnson case?"

Murtaugh tore his gaze from the woman. "Yeah. She arrested the brother. It's wrapped."

Before Riggs could say anything, the door to Avery's office opened and the two walked out laughing. "I'll leave you to it, then," the captain said before walking off.

Murtaugh watched as the woman smirked at the back of Riggs' head as he read through a file on his desk. She grabbed an empty chair and dropped into it. She twirled it around then propped her feet on Riggs' desk.

Martin jerked his head to the side and blinked at seeing the boots on his desk. He leaned back in his chair. "Can I help you with—" he started as he turned to face the woman wearing them. He cut off as he caught sight of her face.

He tilted his head and said a name Roger had never heard before. “Is that really you?”

She smirked. "Hello, Martin."

There was a pause then Riggs surged forward and hugged her. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I take it you two know each other then?" Murtaugh asked.

Riggs leaned back in his chair and introduced the woman. “This is my partner Roger Murtaugh. Rog, this is my best friend and one of the best damned rangers you'll ever meet."

You hid the relief you felt at his words. Your relationship had shifted after Miranda died. You spent a lot of time arguing with him about not getting the help you knew he needed. You weren't sure what he considered you anymore. You were also relieved he didn't seem pissed you showed up with no warning. You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Martin. As your best friend, I have to ask you a very serious question." You couldn’t miss the look of panic that flashed in his eyes. "When was the last time you had a haircut? Seriously. Surely that's not regulation." You glanced at Roger as you said the last.

He smiled. "Riggs isn't regulation. His hair is the least of our worries."

"You're one to talk. Look at you." Martin gestured to, well, all of you.

"Undercover. Finally took down the Tarentella's supplier. Now, I'm on vacation. I was already almost here so..." you trailed off and shrugged. There was more to it than that, but that would satisfy Martin for now.

"Joint task force?" he asked. He'd tried to get them to move on the gang several times while he was still a ranger but they always created some reason not to.

You nodded. "DEA approached us. Diego was lead, so he pushed to use me. You and I had done the leg work a hundred times over."

He nodded. "Well, at least one of us got to take them down." He hopped up from his chair. "Come on."

You stood and he looped an arm around your neck and dragged you toward the elevator. "Come on, Rog."

Murtaugh hurried after the two of you. "Where are we going, Riggs?"

"We're going to show her around, of course."

"Of course," Murtaugh mumbled with a shake of his head.

The tour of the city was cut short when a call came in for a man on a ledge. Now, you were on the ground with Murtaugh watching Martin.

"So best friends, huh?" Murtaugh asked you.

You glanced at him but quickly put your attention back on Riggs. "Yep."

"I mean, Friends? Sure. But best friends? That seems a big word when I've never even heard him mention you before."

Your lips twitched but your eyes stayed on your friend. Murtaugh was precisely how Riggs had described him. He acted like he couldn't care less about Riggs, but now he was irritated you were considered his best friend instead of himself. Your eyes narrowed as you watched Martin practically stroll along the ledge to the suicidal man. Heights had never bothered him but this was different. It was almost like he didn't care if he fell or not. Your hand moved for your gun while you glared at Riggs.

Murtaugh put his hand on top of yours and glanced around. "You're carrying? You don't have any jurisdiction here. What are you doing anyway?"

"I'm going to shoot him."

"Who? The jumper?"

You snorted. "Don't be stupid. I'm going to shoot Riggs."

"Oh, yes. Because that makes so much more sense. No shooting."

You scowled at him. "You have no sense of adventure, Murtaugh."

"My god, there's two of them," he mumbled. He moved slightly away, but you noticed he kept his eyes on you.

You rolled your eyes. Like you'd actually shoot Riggs. There were entirely too many witnesses. It didn't take long before he jumped, taking the civilian with him to land on the airbag below. You clenched your teeth together and stormed over to where Murtaugh was helping Riggs to his feet.

He grinned at you. "Did you see that? Whoo! What a rush."

You pulled your hand back and slapped your best friend across the face. Martin's mouth dropped open. Your palm stung as you turned from him to storm back to the car. That ass.

As you walked away, you heard him complaining to Murtaugh. "I'm not sure I deserved that."

"You did, Riggs," his partner answered. "Trust me."

As the three of you drove back to the station, you remained silent in the back seat. Riggs glanced back at you several times but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of meeting his gaze. You were beyond furious that he would treat his life so casually.

"Give us a minute, Roger," you said as he parked the car.

He glanced between the two of you then nodded. "Sure. I'll see you inside."

Riggs sighed as soon as you were alone with him. "All right. Let me have it."

His words only irritated you further. "Not now. But when you get off, you and I need to have a talk."

"It's not that big a deal," he tried to reason with you.

You didn't want to hear it. "Later, Riggs." You got out of the car without giving him a chance to say anything else. "I'm going to head out and become a little less biker. When do you get off?"

"Six."

You nodded but didn't meet his eyes. "I'll be here."

Martin glanced at the clock. The day had dragged. Besides being anxious to see you, Avery had insisted he and Murtaugh catch up on their paperwork. When the door opened at ten to six, Riggs glanced up to see you looking much more like your normal self. He leaned back in his chair and grinned. Murtaugh noticed and turned, giving you a double take.

You were dressed in a pair of nice jeans and a t-shirt with a jacket over the top. Your hair was back to its normal color. You were beautiful as always. Truth was, you'd caught his eye before Miranda had, but you'd been involved with Diego at the time. He'd nursed his crush on you until you introduced him to your other best friend. The rest, as they say, was history.

"You ready?" you asked.

Martin pulled himself from his thoughts. "Absolutely," he answered as he stood.

You pulled something from your pocket and tossed it at him. He caught it by reflex and turned it in his hand to see that it was your keys. He glanced at you in surprise to find you smiling. "Are you serious?"

You shrugged. "Why not? It's not like I have any idea where I'm going."

When your father passed he left you his mint condition vintage Charger. Martin loved that car. As far as he knew he was the only one you'd ever let drive it, and that was a rare thing. "Well, let's go then." He put his hand on the small of your back to lead you from the room.

"See you Monday, Riggs," Murtaugh called after you with a smirk neither of you saw.

You sat in a lawn chair on the beach in front of Riggs' trailer. You hadn't commented on his choice of home. He had money, you knew he did. Enough to afford an apartment somewhere. Or at least a nicer trailer. This one had seen better days.

You took a swig of your fourth beer. Or maybe it was the fifth. You'd lost count. "You're not allowed to kill yourself." It was the first serious words you'd said all evening, the previous conversation having been devoted to sharing stories and lots of laughter. When he didn't immediately say anything else you continued. "You're not allowed to let anyone else kill you either."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Miranda would be horribly disappointed in me," he grumbled out before finishing off his beer and opening another one.

You stared out at the ocean for a beat before you put your beer down and crossed your arms over your chest. "Fuck Miranda."

Martin choked on his drink. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I loved Miranda. She was my best friend but fuck her and what she'd want. She's dead, Martin."

"You think you have to remind me of that?" he asked in disbelief.

"Of course, I don't. It's not like you're likely to ever let yourself forget."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He got to his feet to glower at you.

You stood so you were closer in height, hating when he towered over you. "It means I know you, Martin. Every time you feel even a moment's happiness you remind yourself that your wife and your son are dead. You're allowed to be happy. You're an idiot if you think otherwise."

"Why?" He thrust his arm out to the side to emphasize his words. "Because she would want me to be?"

"No." You leaned forward so you were only inches apart. "Because I want you to be happy. I 'm disappointed you're risking your life like an idiot. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere and you owe it to me to stick around."

He huffed out a laugh. "I owe it to you? Since when do I owe you shit?"

"Since you came into my life and flashed that stupid grin and made me fall in love with you. Then you went and married my best friend instead of waiting for me." You put your hands against his chest and shoved him, making him stumble backward. "You owe me."

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "What did you just say?" he asked, his voice quiet.

You closed your eyes as you realized what you'd just admitted to. You shook your head and looked at the ground. All the anger seeped from you as suddenly as it had come. "It doesn't matter, Martin. Just stop trying to die, okay? I can only take so much heartache in one lifetime."

His hand cupped your face and tilted your head up. You locked gazes with him. "You said you were in love with me."

You winced. "Caught that, did you?"

"You bet your ass I did." His lips crashed against yours. After a stunned second, you kissed him back hungrily, eagerly. The two of you tumbled into his trailer and showed each other just how you felt.

It was late the next afternoon before you emerged from Martin's arms and the trailer. You sat in one of his chairs with your foot up on the seat while you stared at the ocean and sipped your coffee. You were in your jeans but had slipped on one of his oversized sweaters as the breeze coming in carried a bit of a chill.

"There you are," Martin said as he stepped out behind you. He'd been in the shower when you came out. You glanced at him to see he wore only a pair of jeans. He carried his own cup of coffee and dragged the other chair over to yours. He sat and kissed you on the temple before leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Uh, oh. That was his thinking pose. You decided to just leave him to it, knowing he only got exasperated if you pushed him to share before he was ready.

"What are we going to do about this?" he asked without looking at you.

You frowned. Surely, he wasn't already regretting you two sleeping together. Several times. "I don't see why we have to do anything about it," you said cautiously.

He glanced at you, eyebrows raised. "Well, sweetheart, I don't know what you think is going on here, but you living in Texas and me living here isn't going to work for me. I want to see you more than once a month."

You sighed in relief and playfully smacked his shoulder. "You scared the shit out of me, Riggs. I thought you were wanting to pretend this never happened or something."

He leaned forward so you could kiss. "Sorry. Thought never even crossed my mind." You kissed him again and he took the coffee from your hand to set it on the ground with his. He pulled you from the chair and positioned you so you sat sideways on his lap. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around you.

"I don't want to lose this," you said before you thought about it. You were torn between wanting to declare your everlasting love for him and taking it slow so you didn't scare him off.

He must have sensed your mood because he pushed the hair out of your face and met your gaze. "Hey. I'm not going anywhere. Okay?" When you didn't answer he asked again. "Okay?"

"Okay." You reached into your back pocket and pulled out the little wallet you'd put there before you came outside. "I'm not going anywhere, either." You handed it over.

He furrowed his brow as he took it from you and flipped it open. You saw the moment he realized what it was and grinned. He looked at you in surprise. "Is this for real?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I assume you're okay with it?"

He kissed you hard before standing and sweeping you up in his arms. "Let me show you how okay I am with it."

He took you inside and tossed you on the bed. Then he dropped your new LAPD badge on the floor before he climbed in the bed to join you.

#martin riggs x reader #lethal weapon fanfiction #martin riggs fanfiction #martin riggs x you #martin riggs imagine #lethal weapon imagine

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bluesfortheredj · 6 years

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Martin Riggs reader. The reader is cheating on her abusive boyfriend with Riggs. But when she ends up in hospital half alive Riggs takes matters into his own hands xx

“Did he do this?” Martin asks as he pushes your sleeve up a little after spotting a bruise earlier. You try and pull it back down, but he gently takes your other hand, stopping you from hiding it, and you look down at the floor.

“I messed up,” you sigh, “I was so exhausted yesterday, I fell asleep and forgot to post some letter he asked me to take.”

“I can’t watch him do this to you any longer,” he says sadly, dropping your hands and bringing you into a tight hug, “you need to leave.”

“He’ll come after us. He’ll come after you, and I’d rather die than let him do that,” you mumble against his shirt.

“Don’t talk silly. I ain’t letting anything happen to you,” he replies, kissing your hair.

You don’t know how you’d got this point, and it certainly hadn’t been easy, but even though you knew you may never be completely free, it was all worth it for moments like this with Martin. Your boyfriend had never been the easiest of people to get along with, but you thought that deep down there was kindness there, and at first there was. Now, however, there was none, and he only used his words and fists to remind you that there was nothing good about this man left.

Martin had entered your life by complete accident, meeting in the queue at the hospital cafe, him visiting a friend and you staying there for a couple of days with broken ribs. You’d left your purse upstairs by your bed and Martin had stepped in and paid for your coffee, then you’d both sat at one of the tables together and chatted. He knew there was something you were hiding from the beginning, especially when he reached over the table to grab some sugar and you’d instinctively flinched. He’d seen this before, and then suddenly realised just how you’d got those broken ribs.

Since that meeting, you’d met up every chance you’d got, and found yourself developing deep feelings for him, just as he was for you. His kisses soothed you, his touch was gentle, and he showed you how life with a partner should be, now there was no going back from this. You had no idea how this would all end up, but you knew it wouldn’t be good.

Your moment together is interrupted by your phone ringing, and you quickly answer it, fearing the repercussions if you let it ring for too long.

“Getting groceries shouldn’t take this long,” the voice booms down the phone as you answer it.

“I’m coming back now.”

“You’ve got fifteen minutes,” he bellows, then hangs up. Martin looks at you with a sad expression, then steps towards you, but you retreat back and shake your head.

“I have to go, I’m sorry,” you mutter, avoiding his gaze, then run off to your car.

“Riggs, hey, earth to Riggs,” Murtaugh says, nudging his chair.

“What?” he snaps.

“Woah, what’s up with you, man?”

“Nothing. What do you want?”

“We’ve got a case, a woman’s been found, barely alive, slap bang in the middle of a road,” Murtaugh explains.

“Let’s go,” Riggs nods, getting up from his desk and grabbing his gun. They both drive to the crime scene, the amount of blood left on the road unnerving, and Bailey fills them in with the details.

“Suspected domestic situation, the boyfriend’s gone on the run, his car was caught on CCTV coming into this road, then leaving a couple of minutes later after dumping her body. Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), not known in the system, never reported any-”

“Riggs! Riggs! Where you going?!” Murtaugh calls out as Riggs runs back to his car and drives off in the direction of the hospital.

“I need the room number of a (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he pants as he skids over to the reception desk.

“I’m sorry, I can’t give out that-”

“I’m a police officer,” he almost shouts, ripping his badge off of his belt and waving it in the woman’s face, “I need her room number now.”

“Oh… Of course… Third floor, room 22,” the woman says quietly. Riggs runs to the elevator without saying thank you, pushing the button repeatedly until the doors finally open, and jumps inside, then desperately pushing the button for floor three. He practically pushes the doors open when they don’t slide apart quick enough, and he runs down the corridor to room 22, bursting through the door much to the dismay of the nurse inside.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks with a stern expression.

“Police,” he says, holding up his badge.

“That doesn’t give you the right to-”

“Could you just…” he starts, then takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair trying to calm himself, “could you please tell me if she’s going to be okay?”

The nurse gives him a frown, then softens her expression when she sees how upset this man is.

“She’s in an induced coma. We’ll try and bring her around in a few days depending on her condition, but she’ll be in no state to answer any of your questions.”

“Understood,” Riggs nods, looking over at your lifeless body.

“I’ll give you a minute,” she says, getting the feeling he knew you personally. He sits down next to you, scooting the chair closer to your bed so he could take your hand in his, then holds it up to rest his head against it. There was so much he wanted to say, but the words escaped him, and all he could do was sit in silence, feeling your skin against his. The nurse comes back in a few minutes later and Riggs gently puts your hand down on the bed, then goes to leave.

“You going to find the son of bitch that did this to her?” the nurse asks.

“Hell fuckin’ yes I am, ma’am,” Riggs replies. As soon as he’s downstairs in the hospital, he gets his phone out of his pocket and calls Roger.

“Hey, Roge, we got an update on that boyfriend yet?” he asks.

“As a matter of fact, we have, I’ll text you the address, meet me there,” he replies.

Riggs jumps in his car and gets the address up, then speeds off towards the house the boyfriend was hiding out at. As he drives down the road, he spots Roger’s car and pulls up behind it, then jumps in beside him to get the details on what’s about to happen.

“We’ve got armed police going around the back, us two up front. Ready?” Roger asks. Riggs nods, then the two men get out of the car, spotting the other officers sneaking in around back, then they burst through the doors at the same time, causing three men inside to run.

“Which one, Roge?!” Riggs yells as some gunfire goes off in the back room.

“Blue hoody, window to the left!” he replies. Riggs follows the guy, jumping through the window straight after him and running behind him down the alley until he makes a leap and lands right on his back, throwing him to the ground.

“Think you’re a big man, huh?” Riggs asks, turning the man over and kneeling on his stomach. No reply comes, he only smirks up at him, making Martin madder by the second. Eventually, all his anger comes bubbling to the surface and explodes through his fists as they rain down on the man’s face. Roger comes running out, wrapping his arms around Riggs’ chest and pulling him away from the suspect.

“Riggs! What the hell?!” he asks, looking at the state of the guy on the floor. He then turns to see Riggs with his head resting on his knees, sobbing. The back up officers come through and pick the man up, his injuries less severe than they look, and take into custody, then Roger gets down next to Riggs, waiting on him to say something.

“He deserved it,” Riggs eventually sighs.

“He did,” Roger agrees, “need a ride to the hospital?”

“Yeah.”

Roger drives him up to the entrance, then gives his shoulder a squeeze before he gets out, and Riggs goes to say something, but nods instead, knowing Roger will get the full story eventually. When he gets up to your room, he pulls the chair over to your bed again and holds onto your hand. This would be it now until you woke up, there was no way he was leaving you again.

#martin riggs #martin riggs fanfic #martin riggs imagine #riggs #riggs fanfic #lethal weapon fanfic #lethal weapon tv show #lethal weapon imagine #Clayne Crawford #reader insert #request #riggs request

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playbucky · 5 years

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October

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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bearyunfita · 5 years

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“you’re one of martin’s friends.” he looked about like martin, too, if the man cleaned up a little ... and did something about that awful mustache. “service, right. lemme guess ... army, probably black ops.” a quirk of her lips, “i know the type.” molly hendricks runs her hands through her hair, “if you’re lookin’ for martin, he’s out with ben, but you can come inside for some coffee.”

@hittcr

#( * interactions ! molly hendricks.#molly loves martin riggs but don't think she doesn't imagine shaving that mustache off while he sleeps #hittcr

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stellagioia · 6 years

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Damn... I mean, damn... 😭😭😭

#still not nearly over what happened #can’t imagine not seeing him again #martin riggs #lethal weapon fox #clayne crawford

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sophia-loves-taron-blog · 6 years

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Martin!?!?

Summary- Martin (Riggs) got to thinking of his late wife and child and got a very suicidal feeling but the thing is he chose the wrong room to do that in front of

Warnings- thoughts of suicide, sadness, and if you trigger easily this is yeah bad for you, also Cussing

Martin POV-

...there I was laying just trying to get her out of my head...trying to get my son out of my head..."I can't do this anymore." I get up and walk to my window porch and got on my ledge and started walking "I keep thinking about you and him happily driving around and that god damned idiot hitting your car...and I think how your feeling lonely up there in heaven and Kody my boy...is saying where is daddy...I was in that car why didn't I die with yall?" I straightened up and stopped, facing forward on the ledge and I sigh "I'll come be with you soon.." but as soon as I was going to fall small arms wrapped around my legs "the-the hell what?" I step backwards to get off the ledge to see who stopped me

Y/n's POV-

I sigh taking a sip of my wine, I was listening to an old record, I look at my melting ice cream and sigh; I look over at my window and noticed a glimpse of man walking on the ledge, I think he is either a thrill seeker or he is really suicidal but I get up quickly and walk over and open the the sliding door just as soon as it looked like he was going to jump I wrap my arms around his legs "the-the hell what?" He said and he got off the ledge and looked at me "Martin??" I look at Martin Riggs my old partner in SEALs "L/n...Y/n L/n...?" I hug him "Asshole don't even think about killing yourself we love you too much and you know that!" I punch him on his arm and I can feel him crying "I just M-Miss them so-so much.." I sigh and hold him pratically and I walk us into my room "I understand Riggs..I really do..but your here for a reason, why? I can't tell you that's something you can find out for yourself..but don't think dying is the only best way for you." He sighs "o-okay thanks Y/n."

BY THE WAY NOW YOU CAN IMAGINE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN THERE LIVES SEE IF THEY FALL IN LOVE OR WHAT NOT SO YEEE

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80s4life · 3 years

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The Thought Of Losing You

Word Count: 2,507

Status: Not Requested!

Fandom: Lethal Weapon 1987 {1}

A/N: This follows sort of around the ending of the first Lethal Weapon film where both Riggs, Murtaugh, and Rianne were being tortured in separate ways. I know it sounds brutal, but trust me, it isn't that bad. AND! Happy ending! (Spent all night on this!)

Relationship: Martin Riggs x Reader

Summary: When a team is formed, Roger Murtaugh and Martin Riggs are solidified together once Y/N is added to the mix, squeezing in perfectly. Although very fiery and stubborn at heart, childish games and teasing became common place for sergeant Y/N and Martin, unable to let the other out-trash their own trash talk. But, when there is a complication during the final breakthrough of the whereabouts of the heroin-trafficking cartel, Y/N is separated from the duo. Only coming together when a kidnapping sends her in a desperate spiral trying to save the people she loves, especially Riggs.

Warnings: violent themes, kidnap, manipulation, torture, violence, language, attempted!self-surrender/suicide, 18+ audience suggested, read at own risk

Masterlist Lethal Weapon Masterlist

Prompts: #67, #68, #100 (from this list @palettes-and-prompts) & #6, #8, #17 (from this list @waiting-for-motivation)

{I do not own any of the prompts, credits to original owners above, nor do I own the gif below -> @leofromthedark}

Strolling around to the back of the supposed drug dealer's extravagant condo, Murtaugh, Riggs, and I engage in light conversation, silently noting and observing our surroundings. Stopping just near the edge of the rather expensive-looking below ground pool, Murtaugh and Riggs catch sight of two brunette women inside. Rolling my eyes, I expect Riggs to do something flirtatious, a painstakingly common reaction to almost every woman he lays eyes on. Every woman... except me. Yet, I pay no mind, Riggs' crazy nature probably too much for me to handle anyway.

Murtaugh flashes his gun, indicating to the women that he is armed. In a flash of a second, just merely after he had shown his weapon, the women duck and run from within the glass-paned wall, just in time for a man to blast a shot from behind. More specifically, the source being a shed occupying the space on the opposite side of the pool we resided on, destroying bits of its siding from the sheer distance and voracity of his attempt of subduing at least one of us.

But, we came prepared, although we were slightly taken aback, Murtaugh's swift abilities with a gun coming in handy as he lands on the drug dealer's right knee, lower thigh area. Splitting off, Murtaugh and I take either end of the pool's side, desperately trying to corral the person of interest. All the while as Riggs takes the women from in the house outside and to the nearest tree, in case of them being suspects as well, handcuffing their wrists together around the tree.

Once the task is done, Riggs hurries over to our aid, following our one, sole purpose: keeping the suspect alive for questioning.

Coming around the perimeter of the pool, Murtaugh reminds Riggs of this rule, replaying it to refresh his sometimes questionable mind. This, however, does not work in our favor as the man pulls yet another gun, this time a pistol, as Riggs had went to pull the man up.

"He's got a gun!" I scream, yet it's all in vain, as Riggs tries to act just as fast as his reflexes would've allowed, lifting the man's aimed arm as the trigger was pulled.

Yelping in surprise, I clench my teeth as the copper red liquid instantly encompasses the injured area, jerking as far away from the incident as possible.

"Y/N!" Murtaugh yells, instantly coming to my side as I go crashing to the concrete floor, catching my head and my left side as I now slowly lean into the ground below me, clutching the stinging injury to the right of my abdomen.

As Murtaugh had come to my side, Riggs took care of the suspect, unfortunately not being able to accomplish our sole purpose of being here, but overall getting rid of the threat.

"Cocksucker," he all but grunts, as he makes sure to shoot the man once more, pissed at the fact that I had gotten shot, although that fact being unbeknownst to me. "I'll call the ambulance," he all put spits out some time later, not making any attempt to check on my well being nor even making eye contact, stalking back through the side gate we had entered through.

//Some time later//

Now nestled safely and securely, I lay within the gloomy walls of the hospital, hooked up with some anesthetics and monitors, all for separate purposes. The stitches surely going to leave an awesome scar, only adding to my aggravation and exhaustion as the day finally settles and the slightest of movements constantly sending sharp pains within my whole body.

The doctors, coming in every so often, had reassured me of a discharge after the course of at least 2-4 days, only needing to ensure the proper sanitary measures are used and stitches being durable and strong without issues or tears.

Staring off at one of the four blank and colorless walls, in a daze, my ears perk up at the sound of a knock on my door, followed by Roger and Martin entering the room.

Handing me a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, I smile at Roger as he pulls a chair beside my bed, asking, "How ya' feeling, Shortie? How're they treatin' ya' here?"

Giggling at the nickname, I respond with an, "I'm doing just as good as I can I guess. It's not so bad here either. The nurses are nice, although they're all pitiful glances and meek gestures, coming in and out as quickly as possible. I guess bullet wounds aren't their preferred cases?" I joke lightly, trying to lighten the tension in the room.

Roger catches on instantly, having caught wind on Martin's rather uncharacteristically quiet sulking in the far corner of the room. Turning to look at him briefly, he all but shrugs at me as he comes up with no response or solution to his partner's unknown issue.

Checking the time, I make up an excuse, assuming Riggs just didn't want to be here maybe? "Damn, look at the time...It's almost 9 pm guys, don't wanna be late for Trish's cooking do ya'?"

"Shit, really? Come on Riggs, you know the ass whoopin' I'm gonna get? Let's go, minus well feed you too, huh?" Murtaugh says, getting his coat and squeezing my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic look that I swipe away quickly. Riggs just gets up, side-eyeing me once quickly, but above all, ignores my presence and leaves the room. With one final look from Rog, he shuts the door, leaving me to my boredom for the remainder of my stay.

//Some time later//

Having been discharged, Roger had caught me up on the recent news, and how they had left to finish the job a day before I had gotten out of the hospital, that being yesterday evening, and it now being a full 24 hours of no communication from them.

This had struck me as odd, given that they were very advanced in their fields. Finding the whereabouts was the last big hump of every mission, the rest supposedly coming easy. This had all changed as soon as I had stepped foot onto my front porch, a not left hanging slightly within the pocket of my mailbox.

The words shocking me to the core;

"Come to xxxxxxxxxx if you want to save your partners. 8 o'clock. Sharp."

Rushing to my car, I waste no time, pulling out of the driveway and to the given destination, the time being almost too close to the deadline as I preferred it to be.

Once outside of the destination, an old, run-down warehouse stands gloomily in front of me as I slip my gun into the waistband of my jeans. Another, tucked against my ankle within my boots.

I move quietly, staying alert as I enter the warehouse quietly, instantly hit with the cries of what could only belong to Riggs, my heart wrenching. A new feeling that I instantly push aside. Following the pained screams, inching closer to the source, I catch wind of yet another's set of booming cries as well, recognizing it as Murtaugh.

With this new set of knowledge, my heart does another painful flip, as the sheer terror now courses through my veins as if it was my blood. They were the toughest men I had ever known. At least that is how I had always felt, how I feel right now, but with their pained screams, it makes me feel utterly hopeless.

Drawing my gun, I aim it before me, right beside the wall I hide on, lining it up around the corner, my full intention at being able to at least shoot down one of the three men guarding one of my teammates; their identity unknown to me at the moment with the unfortunate dimness.

Taking the shot, I hit one man, the two now swinging to guard the area, looking my direction. The man held captured, Riggs, tied to the ceiling, consistently doused in water, making the homemade shock therapy increasingly unbearable with multiple relentless blows.

"Come out now, Little Rabbit, or I pull the trigger," a booming voice commands, me now peeking out from the corner to see none other than Mr. Joshua, the man we've been after, pressing a firm gun to Riggs' limp form.

Coming out from my hiding space, Joshua motions for his goons to grab me, now taking Riggs off the hook, and into another room. The room we are led to happens to be the room Murtaugh is in, his daughter beside him, both incarcerated and handcuffed. Moving Riggs to the chair beside the pair, he is tied down just as I am, the four of us now completely helpless.

Mr. Joshua, confident and prideful of his work, moves Riggs to the center of the room, starting his interrogation, answering with beatings and threats here and there. The cause: the information given by Hunsaker on his heroin-trafficking cartel.

Just as Joshua leaves yet another powerful blow, Riggs' strength starts to run low, just watching him making me squirm in my chair, wanting nothing but to take him in my arms and drag him as far away from here as possible.

"If you have to kill one of us, kill me. Take me instead, please? Just stop! Stop all of this now," I say breathlessly, doing anything in my will to get their hands off of Riggs.

"What would I want with someone as pathetic as you?" Mr. Joshua answers bitterly.

"Information. That's all you want right? You just want details about the business, you went through all this trouble, and for what? Just to kill us in the end? I know your type. You can't get off without getting what you want, and this would've all gone to waste without it," I respond, determined now.

"So, what do you want? To strike a deal?" I nod. "So, if I let them go, you'll give me what I want?" I nod again.

"Y/N no," Riggs says, now worried about what you're going up against.

"Shut it," Joshua states strictly.

"Y/N, listen to Riggs! You can't do this!" Murtaugh adds, now borderline terrified as everyone in this room is filled with the most important people in his life, all threatened with the only thing that could take them all away: death.

"SHUT IT!" Joshua all but screams now. "Fine. I'll take you up on your little deal. However, you fuck with me, I'm killing them."

"I don't agree with you unless you cut them loose right now, and I am assured that they are out of this building," I say confidently, yet shaking with fear.

He nods his agreement, showing a security camera view from one of his computers, watching as Rianne, Roger, and Martin are all led back outside, handcuffs removed, and all moved into my car, them pulling away from the warehouse.

Pulling the computer's view away from me now, he turns to me sharply, my gaze turning upward as my arms are still strapped behind my back, behind the chair. "Now," he starts, the voice strict like a parent beginning to question a toddler, "The information. What did Hunsaker tell you?"

Taking a breath in through my nose, I exhale through my mouth as I ponder my response, "Just as much as he's told you."

With this, Mr. Joshua lets out a scream, landing a punch to the jaw, my body leaning in on the stitches. Taking notice to my sharp intake of breath from the movement, Joshua uses that to his advantage, grabbing a knife, lifting my shirt, and pressing the cool metal along the line of handiwork. The only thing keeping my skin together at the moment.

"Let's try this again, what information did you receive from Hunsaker?"

"I told you. I. Don't. Know."

"Bullshit!" He digs into the skin, smirking at the cry of agony and shaking engulf my body.

"I-I don't know anymore than you do! Please! He was killed before we got anything from him!"

"Bullshit," he answers playfully now, dragging the blade of the knife wherever he pleases now, enjoying my pleads.

As he opens up my stitched bullet wound, he goes to start at another spot, the attempt being short-lived as a bullet wound of his own goes through his skull, the source standing in the doorway alongside Murtaugh with Rianne tucked under her father's arm.

Crying now, I sigh in relief as Riggs rushes to me, cutting me loose and lifting my limp body. Carrying me to the car, we make our way to the hospital once more.

During the wait and multiple switching of rooms, Riggs stays, waiting for me, only getting up once I emerge from the exit, patched up and clean. He smirks at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, leading me to Rog's car, taking us to the only place we find comfort; his house.

//Some time later//

Getting settled in at the Murtaugh residence, Riggs and I share Rianne's room, which was so generously offered as one of the youngest decide to have a sleepover with her.

Looking over at Riggs, he looks at me, covered in open cuts and bruises, dirt and grime, and, taking a first aid kit from Rianne's desk, I make it my priority to get them fixed up.

"What are you doing?" Riggs asks, tiredly amused.

"Taking care of you, it's the least I can do," I reply determined once again.

"Awww! Someone's got a little crush on me huh?"

"Hey! When I finish patching you up, I swear to God I'm gonna kick your ass for making me worry about you," I say jokingly. Riggs replying by grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer.

Locking eyes on one another now, I couldn't help but joke once more, adding a sly, "Is this the moment that we kiss?"

Giggling, he looks down, placing his head on my chest, murmuring, "I think I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do. I mean, I've been married before, and I- I lost her and I don't wanna lose you too- I couldn't live if you go too, I-"

Grabbing his chin, I tilt his head upwards to meet my gaze, "Look at me, Riggs. Look at me. I love you."

Eyes watering, he leans in for a kiss, my hands finding way to his hair, while his pull my hips into his lap, wrapping lightly around them. After leaning back for air, we giggle once more, leaning our foreheads against one another.

"I never want to ever feel the fear of the thought of losing you again, okay? So don't be a dumbass, Dumbass."

"Yeah, yeah," Riggs answers once more, leaning in for another kiss.

#mel gibson #danny glover #traci wolfe #lethal weapon #lethal weapon 1989 #martin riggs #rianne murtaugh #martin riggs x reader #female reader insert #martin riggs imagine #lethal weapon imagine #roger murtaugh #mel gibson imagine #mel gibson x reader #1989 #80s #90s

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spirit-of-vengeance · 4 years

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@caedls

An another sharp intake of breath as her mind raced, trying to figure out the possible solution to the current hold. Judo throw, but thanks to her past, that would hurt her much more than him. Elbowing him in the face would be impossible thanks to the hold-

Cindy knew his reflexes with that hand is hard to match and keep up with. The metal painfully dug into her skin, with the amount of pressure it would be seconds till her shoulder pops out of the socket. As last resort, she relaxed against him and getting her legs out of the way of sitting, then lying down; in a split second her legs snapped close on his neck with the ghost of her signature grin. She had to angle her body a bit further, instead of pressing, the criminal was pulling her shoulder, definitely not more pleasant but better than the previous position.

#((Not quite cuddling but👀))#((I swear one day I will figure out the tag))#cuddly cindy series #((So I imagined their position as both Killian and Cindy is kneeling on the ground with him behind her (ok this sounds like a sex pose but #not yet) and his claw is clasped around the shoulder joint. Cindy relaxes and shifts her weight so instead of kneeling she sits down and #from that she half lies down before she throws her legs around his neck while his hand is still on her shoulder. I have a feeling that #thanks to the shift of weight Killian would tumble forward a bit in surprise so the position is not that neck breaking for her))#🗡caedis🗡 | t 800 #🕸 fbi agent au🔥| martin riggs on steroids

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jazy3 · 3 years

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Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 18X01

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

I was really excited for the Premiere and I have never been so disappointed in my life. It took me a few days to write this review because I’m just so unimpressed. I feel like the only interesting parts of the Season 18 Premiere were the Meredith and Hayes FaceTime call, Levi in that outfit and Jo with that hair, and the interviews. That's it. I mean Teddy and Owen’s two weddings were interesting if you’re a Teddy and Owen shipper, but I never have been so that didn’t really do anything for me.

The pacing of the episode was super slow and it was just altogether boring. There were also just so many inconsistencies. For example, Teddy and Owen originally planned to get married at the park with just Megan, Farouk, Evelyn, Leo, and Allison which doesn’t make sense because prior to their break up they were talking about planning their dream wedding. Now they finally get married and Richard didn’t even know about it? They asked Megan to fly in, but they didn’t tell their friends at the hospital after they just all attended Maggie and Winston’s wedding two weeks earlier?

It’s also not clear if Meredith knows that they got married which is weird because she’s the main character of the show and was an integral part of Owen’s previous two weddings one of which was held at her house. Also, Amelia and Link weren’t there and it’s not clear if they even knew about the wedding which is weird because Meredith, Amelia, and Link were all present when Owen proposed to Teddy at Christmas at Meredith’s house and they are all co-parenting Leo together.

While I appreciated the shift to a lighter tone and that they chose to have this season exist in a post-COVID alternative universe where we can see the actors faces again without the PPE and return to escapism the Premiere didn't pack the punch I was expecting. The premieres are usually super shocking and action packed and this one just wasn't. It was just boring and all of the most interesting stuff happened off camera during the two weeks between the Season 17 Finale and the Season 18 Premiere which is just stupid.

I saw the priest getting hit by one of the cyclists coming a few minutes before it happened based on the promo and the context of the scene and there wasn't a big shocking event like there usually is. The pace of the Premiere really felt off to me. My friend Amy who I watch with every week described it as the pacing you usually associate with a nice stroll through a moonlit garden. Fine for episode two or three or a connecting episode but not the Premiere. I feel like they really misjudged what fans were looking for and I’m hoping that they do the work and course correct now that the Premiere has aired and the completely dismal fan reaction as come out.

One of the few bright spots for me was the introduction of Peter Gallagher as Dr. David Hamilton. I love him as an actor! He's great! His recent roles in Grace and Frankie and Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist were fantastic! I was super excited when I heard he was coming to Grey's. I like Dr. Hamilton so far and I'm interested to see how his relationship with Ellis and Meredith having dreams about her mother following her battle with COVID will play into the story this season. While it would be interesting to see Meredith work in Minnesota temporarily like Cristina did back in Season 9, I don't want her there permanently. Seattle is as much a character in the show as any of the main characters we've come to love, and something would be missing for me if she moved.

To be perfectly honest, it doesn't make much sense to me for Meredith to move to Minnesota permanently when she only knows a few people there. Who would watch her kids? If she's going to move to me, it makes more sense for her to move to Kansas where Alex is or Switzerland where Cristina is. Her kids have already lost their father and so many other caregivers and Meredith has stuck it out in Seattle for so long after everything that's happened that her moving to Minnesota for me would be bonkers.

Also, where were her kids in the Premiere? All of the interviews that came out prior to the Premiere talked about how Meredith’s focus at the beginning of the season would be on her work and her kids, but they were nowhere to be found in the Premiere and it’s not clear whose watching them while Meredith is in Minnesota. The interviews also made it seem like Meredith and Hayes would still be circling each other at the start of the season with quotes about how timing hadn’t been on their side, that they still needed to have an official drink and go out on a date, and that while Meredith wasn’t looking for a relationship one might find her.

That had literally nothing to do with the Premiere we saw whatsoever! The kids were MIA and it turned out that Meredith and Hayes started dating off screen following Maggie and Winston’s wedding and we didn’t get to see ANY of the firsts they talked about so much over the last two seasons. So stupid. The Premiere was a total rip off. I hate that Nick Marsh is back and I’ve never gone from liking a character and an actor to hating them in such a short period of time ever. My God. I’m so pissed off about this. What the hell were they thinking? Why did they think we would want this at all?

Don’t get me wrong, I loved Nick Marsh as a character and Scott Speedman's portrayal of him when he first showed up in Season 14. I was all ready for him to be Meredith's next great love and I was on board. But then he disappeared and was never heard from again and it was reported that Speedman wanted to take a break from TV for a while so I mourned the loss of what could have been and moved on. I sat through the out of character nonsense that was the DeLuca storyline in the belief that eventually that storyline would end, and Meredith would get a real proper love interest that made sense and would be her post-Derek endgame.

So, I was really excited when they introduced Hayes and I have really come to love his character and his budding relationship with Meredith. I feel like I've been waiting forever to finally see them go on a date and I am super pissed off that we didn't get to see it. I would have loved this storyline with Nick if they had introduced it at any previous point in time, but now after they've spent so much time setting up Meredith and Hayes it's just infuriating. I feel immense rage over how they handled Meredith and Hayes and Meredith and Nick’s storylines in the Premiere. I'm so angry. The whole thing just made no sense. That Premiere should never have aired. It never should have gotten past the draft stage. It was that bad. The first date and all of the firsts that come with a new relationship are the most exciting parts of a romantic storyline for me and I love seeing all of that on screen. They hyped Meredith and Hayes’ relationship up so much and even had the two of them talk about 'firsts' and dating after death so for their first date to happen off screen along with Austin's panic attacks and bad reaction to his Dad starting to date again is just such a rip off.

I have stuck with this show through thick and thin and for them to reward that loyalty by having the most interesting parts of that storyline happen off screen while showing a bunch of stuff on screen with other characters that they could have just told us about? So ridiculous. I was so excited for this season and now I'm just angry. I'm hoping that they are building to a big mid-season finale where Meredith is going to return to Seattle and by that time Bailey will have helped Hayes out with Austin and the two of them will finally get together on screen but I'm starting to feel like every time I get invested in one of the Meredith's new love interests, they pull the rug out from under me and I'm getting really fed up.

In other news, I'm not too surprised that Megan and Riggs broke up off screen only because Virgin River, which I love, just got picked up for two more seasons and I imagine Martin Henderson is busy filming that and it looks like Megan is going to be around for a while and they had to explain it somehow. I loved Meredith and Riggs together and I hated how they ended that storyline so I'm not sad about them breaking up off screen.

The Premiere also broke my heart over Amelia and Link’s storyline. It’s just so stupid. It’s drama for drama’s sake that’s all it is and it’s tired. When did marriage become so important to Link? In the span of a few months, he went from being totally fine with not getting married and checking in with Amelia every few weeks on how she felt to convincing himself that Amelia wanted him to propose so he did so at her sister's wedding and used her dead brother's children to do it. Amelia's right the whole thing was super messed up and manipulative and she was right to say no.

Link decided marriage was important to him and that fostering Luna would be totally fine without ever talking to Amelia. Yes, Amelia should have shared her thoughts with him too, but he also should have paid attention. Now their otherwise healthy relationship is over because she doesn't want to participate in an archaic ritual that involves signing a contract and exchanging vows? That's just stupid. I hope they find a way to work it out and get back together because I really like them as a couple.

I like Dr. Michelle Lin the new Head of Plastic of Surgery that Bailey and Richard are looking to hire. I thought for sure after that photo of the other guy made the rounds on social media that he was going to be the new Head of Plastics, but then he said that he doesn't do "free" and I knew he was out. I'm excited for there to be another female surgeon of colour on the show as the gender and racial balance on the show has been more white and male as of late and I think Grey's is at its best when you have a roughly equal number of women and men and as many different races being represented as possible.

I think it makes the storylines more interesting and authentic and personally gives me more characters that I can identify with. This new doctor seems driven, determined, and could have a potentially interesting dynamic with Richard and Bailey. She’s also giving me some Cristina Yang vibes and I’m all for that. I love Cristina. Always have. Always will. That being said, I'm a bit confused as to where they are going with Jo's storyline as I thought for sure the new Head of Plastics would be a guy and her new love interest. But Bailey did say they still needed to hire a new general surgeon and a new neurosurgeon so maybe one of them will be for her?

I can't really say that there was anything I loved about the Premiere which is disappointing. Jo's parenting hair dye mishap was funny, Levi's outfit cracked me up, and I liked that Bailey agreed to help Hayes out, but that's about it. The thing I was most excited for coming into this season was Meredith finally being back on her feet and seeing the romantic storyline between her and Hayes finally come to fruition.

Finding out that she's going to be in Minnesota for the foreseeable future, she and Hayes started dating off screen but had to call it quits because seeing his Dad date someone new caused Austin to have panic attacks, and finding out that Nick Marsh is back? I hated it. I don't understand how the same person who wrote the Season 16 masterpiece “Snowblind” with that amazing snow scene between Meredith and Hayes wrote the Premiere. I just don't understand. I really hope they're not going to do a love triangle with Meredith, Hayes, and Nick because that would just be so stupid.

She's a forty something award-winning surgeon who's a widowed single mother of three. Love triangles made sense when she was young intern, but at this point it's just dumb. I also didn't feel the chemistry this time around between Meredith and Nick like I did the first time. It felt forced and flat. I like Maggie and Winston together, but I didn't find their storyline in the Premiere particularly engaging. I'm glad that Amelia stayed true to herself, but I hate that Link has decided marriage is the only way forward and that they're still fighting.

The only moment that really made me laugh out of the hour was when Jo opened the door and Levi was in that ridiculous outfit. I loved the FaceTime call between Meredith and Hayes, but I hated the context. Honestly, I'm not really excited about any upcoming storyline this season which makes me really sad. I'm usually super positive and hopeful when it comes to this show, but this episode just stomped all over my dreams. All I can hope for now is that they pull a twist and everything I was hoping for happens in the mid-season finale otherwise I don't think I'm going to like this season very much.

Until next time!

#grey's anatomy #meredith grey #cormac hayes #MerHayes #jo wilson #levi schmitt #atticus lincoln #amelia shepherd #amelink #miranda bailey #richard webber #cristina yang #michelle lin #ellis grey #david hamilton #thoughts #review #18X01 #here comes the sun

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Martin Riggs Imagine - Part 2

A story full of angst (because I love it) and comforting (for balance). She is a newcomer to the police of Los Angeles and Martin Riggs just lost his wife. (Part 2)

Next day they met in the hall of LAPD. She was rushing to her desk and he was not even looking where he was going so they bumped into each other.

“Oh... Y/N?”, he stopped for a second, looking at her surprised and regretful.

“I’m sorry. Sorry. I didn’t...”, she tried to dissapear as fast as she could.

“Hey, wait... Um, look, I’m sorry for what I’ve said”, he looked her in the eyes. “I didn’t mean it. Truly. I’m just... That doesn’t matter. Just so you know, you’re a good cop and I appreciate your attempt to help me, but nobody can help me now”, they were silent for a few moments then she sighed in relief.

“Okay, then we’re not enemies now?”, she stretched her hand towards Martin.

“We’ve never been enemies. I’m sorry again”, he shook her hand lightly.

Y/N was working with this investigation for a very long time. She always consulted with Riggs and they spent a lot of time together. Eventually they became close as not only coworkers, but friends. Riggs also found a person whom he could tell his thoughts and feelings.

“Martin Riggs, why are you still eating this cheese?”, Y/N screamed from her kitchen. “Am I cooking here for myself or what?”

“Sorry. Sorry”, he walked in the kitchen laughing and half naked. “Cheese is my passion, kid”.

“I’ll throw it away next time I see this thing again!”, she turned around and sighed. “Put something on, Riggs”.

Her heart beat sped up, she quickly turned back to her breakfast. Y/N couldn’t remember when she understood that feelings for Martin Riggs were real. She started to see him in different light since their first overnight stay. He was sleeping on the couch in the living room and she was in her bed. They were reading previous investigations till late at night and she decided to leave Riggs in the house. That night she couldn’t sleep, nobody in the last year slept with her in one house. In the middle of the night she heard a choked cry. Maya ran in the living room, seeing Riggs frustrated and scared.

“Martin?”, she sat near the couch on her knees. “That’s just a nightmare”

He hugged her so tight she couldn’t breathe. His hands were strong and warm, his heartbeat beating so fast she could feel it. The girl stroked his back for a few minutes until he calmed down and let her go.

“Do you have something to drink?”, he looked almost broken. Last time she saw him this way in the cafeteria of LAPD when they met for the first time.

“Yeah, I think I got some beer. Maybe we should stay awake for a little”, she got up and brought two bottles of beer.

“Kid, that’s too weak right now”, he smiled, stroking his hair.

“I haven’t got anything else, Martin. Sorry”, she handed him a bottle and he drank it all in one second, grabbing her bottle and drinking it too. “Okay, I have two more. Do you want to drink them all or leave something for me?”

“Bring it. I’ll share”, he lounged on the couch.

“Are you alright?”, she got two bottles and set beside him on the couch.

“Yeah, sure. Why?”, he took a bottle, looking at the window. “I guess I should go now, kid”.

“It’s almost morning, Riggs. We’ll go to department together”, she sipped from a bottle.

“I’m not gonna be in department today”, he sighed, finishing his bottle.

“Riggs, don’t do anything crazy”, she looked at him worryingly.

“I’m crazy. Can’t promise ya’ that”, he smiled a little wacky to her, got up and left in the darkness of night.

Y/N sat there, left alone again, feeling emotions she couldn’t quite explain. From that moment she couldn’t think of him the same, his rough touch changed something inside her.

After some time Y/N got pretty close to solving the riddle that appeared with his wife’s death. It lead to a cartel in Texas and she almost decided to go there without even telling him to be sure he will not come after. However, she was late. They took her when she slept in the house, already packed for the trip. She even left a massage on the phone for Riggs that she will be out of town for few days and he shouldn’t try to call her. She woke up in the dark room, tied to a chair. Panic paralyzed her, a man walked into the room.

#imagine #martin riggs imagine #martin riggs #police #reader #lethal weapon #angst #sad

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