#>> Cassidy pulls a SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER

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I'm fine...!

(REAPER X YOU FEM!READER)

Summary: You're part of BlackWatch have at least two years already. You and Gabriel are very close to each other, best friends. But you seeing very abs very worry worhhim after the last mission. Moira said that he was bad injured, but he never let you see his body, just some little cuts and nothing more.

Genre: Friendship, romance, fight.A little bit hot.

Warnings: Bad language, poor englis skills with you're sensitive with grammar.

Art by: HumbertSobek, PermanentWound on Tumblr

You- Gabriel, please! *You go after him to his room* Let me see it! I'm worried!

Gabriel- I'm god damn fine, y/n! Look! *Show his arm with small injures, he was annoyed by your insistence* It's nothing!

You- That doesn't prove what she said!

Gabriel- Moira is crazy! You can't trust in everything that she says!

You- Gabriel! I know you about two years and half! I know that you're hiding! You're bad injured! You didn't let Moira take care! Me! Angela! No one!

Gabriel- I'm fine! Leave me alone!

You- Look at your face, motherfucker! *You pull him by his jacket and hold his face* You are hurt, Gabe...! Badly hurt! I won't let you sleep like that!

Gabriel- You should! *Take a step away taking your hands off* I'm going to shower, out!

You- "Out"?! *Offensive!* You just said "out"?!

Gabriel- Yes! Get the fuck out! *points to the door*

You- You fucking jerk! *Walks out the room* Fuck you! Fuck your injures!

*Gabriel closes the door and sighs trying to calm himself down*

Gabriel- Fuck...! *Take of his shirt and growls in pain*

*His body was completely destroyed, some enemies got him out of guard in the last mission, punching and kicking him until the others come. He got a shot in the left shoulder, some bullets graze and an broken rib. He got some knife cuts on the back and abdomen. Completely destroyed. He get into the hot shower growling in pain, trying to ignoring and take a normal shower. After trying to clean himself, he lean his hands on the wall trying to not feel the pain*

Gabriel- Fuck...!! *Drop the left arm with the bullet wound* Fucking hell...!

*After the long minutes showering, he brush the teeth and put only the pants going straight to bed, sit down and get the medkit to take care of the wounds. Make some bandages and some band aids, then he lays down in agony, any position was a different pain. He takes a deep breath feeling a little bit of relief and fell sleep fast*

*In other room*

You- He's a fuckin' jerk! *you hold your hair trying not to yell* He is...!! So fuckin' stubborn! He things that can do everything by himself! He can't! Just can't! He never wants to be helped! Fuckin' selfish man!

Cassidy- Heeey... *Looks at you a little surprised* I know that you're worried, baby, but come on... he's a tough guy, you know that, just let him do his things.

You- Let him do his things? He will die!

Cassidy- Moira said what about him?

You- He is really bad injured! He don't let me help!

Cassidy- Is his choice, y/n! Let it go! He's a grow man!

You- But I care about him, Cass! *You starts to cry* I care too much! I...! I love him, Cass...!

Cassidy- What? Wait...you love him, of course, he's your bestie.

You- No! No...! I love! I like him for real, Cass! I love that jerk! I love that problematic man!

Cassidy- Whaaat? For real, girl?! *He smiles big* Tell me more about that, pumpkin! I like some gossips! *He holds your face* Don't need to cry, ok? Just ask him nicely. You both are like a fire bomb. *wipe your tears with his thumbs*

You- I cry because I'm scared...

Cassidy- Of what?

You- ...I'm afraid to lose him...! The way he act everything by himself...!

Cassidy- He is dumb but not a idiot!

You- I know, Cass...! I just...! I just wanna be a good friend for him...he's so lonely.

Cassidy- In fact, this guy in a lonely wolf *sighs* I think...dealing with him in conversation it won't work...you just have to do it. No questions, no judges, just do it, he won't have time to think and act *giggles* Like the day I just give him a peck on the cheek.

You- I remember that...*laughs* He went so lost and confuse.

Cassidy- And then be punch my arm really hard...I still can feel it.

You- So... just do it, right?

Cassidy- Yeah, trust me, pumpkin, he's a good old friend of mine *wink*

*You sighs and went out of the room going straight to Gabriel's room, locked up, but thanks to you, you stole a master key from Jack Morrison pocket and made a copy, and why? Because of Gabriel and his angry issues; if he locked himself in the room, you're there, because he's gonna break something expensive and Jack will make him pay*

*You open the door and slowly get into the dark room, the only light came from the window, the moon was pretty shiny tonight. You look at the open window, is a hot summer night, a good breeze was getting into the room. Looking at the bed, you find him, lying face down and could here his soft snoring. On his desk, you turn on the lamp, then you could see his injured body, what makes you anguish for a moment. You step closer and for the first time, in two years, you could actually see his many scars and recent injures of the last mission. A lot of hematomas, some bandages and baid aids, you sighs feeling a relief that at least he is taking care of the wounds. You check on him to see if he's sleeping very deeply and yes...he was sleeping very deeply. Slowly sat on the bed to check closer on the scars, thinking in how many battles he went in, maybe some bar fights or whatever, he is a trouble maker anyway. Gabe suddenly stop snoring, you may have waked him up? You frozed. Looking at his face, you see that his face turns into agony and you wonder if he was feeling any physical pain from the wounds, but no... he breath starts to race and you could see his skin starting to sweat. It was a nightmare and he is very familiar with the nightmares. Because of stress, wars and other problems, he constantly have those creepy nightmares and you knew about it, just didn't know what to do...it was a torture see him like that*

*He starts to squirm and moan, like if he was in pain or watching something disturbing. His face suddenly turns into sadness and you could see a tears falling from his sleep eye*

You- Gabe...? *You looked at him worry and tries to take your hand to his face, but didn't touch it to not wake him up*

Gabriel- *suddenly lift his body making you jump out of bed scared* Ah! Shit...! Fuck....! *He grab his hair trying to calm down* Dammit...

You- ...Gabe?

Gabriel- *immediately looks at you surprised* What...? What are you doing here?

You- I'm sorry, I... I wanted to see if you were ok.

Gabriel- *Sit on the bed still trying to calm down* Fuckin hell...

You- Nightmare?

Gabriel- Always...*feels the pain on the body making a agony face* Dammit...!

You- *Slowly sit on the bed again* What was about? Is always different?

Gabriel- Same context, different nightmare...whatever. *sighs and looks at you* I'm fine, y/n...

You- No, you're not. *smirk* But I won't annoy you again, I promise.

Gabriel- No no...I went rude with you...I'm sorry.

You- It's ok... *you suddenly tries to clean a blood spot close to his lips* You forgot to clean here...

Gabriel- *Sighs and hold you hand taking off of his face, but keeps holding it* Can you...take care of me? Is hurting so fucking bad...

You- *smiles* You didn't take nothing for pain?

Gabriel- I'm a idiot with medication...

You- I get you something...*you stands up but his pulls you down again* ??

Gabriel- ... *Look at your hand and starts to caress it*

You- Gabe? *chuckle* I apologize you, is ok.

Gabriel- I...I also want to ask you if...you want to sleep with me tonight...

You- What? *blush*

Gabriel- I've being have nightmares with you...*looks at with tears on his eyes* Every fucking night...! You dying...!

You- Gabe...! Hey...*You sat closer and hold his face on your hands* I'm here...ok?

Gabriel- I'm sorry...*take his hand to his head* I look like a pussy...

You- *chuckle* You idiot, of course not. If sleep with you will make you feel better, I'll do it.

Gabriel- I don't want to force you nothing, I'm just scared...

You- But why that would make you feel better? I mean, you known is a nightmare.

Gabriel- Not always... sometimes I wake up so scared that I go to your room to see if you're alive or here...I feel panic, ok? And that's sucks!

You- I got it...*sighs* you care about me.

Gabriel- I do... If I wake knowing that you're here... I would sleep better. I'm sorry, you don't need to do it.

You- *lay down* I'm fine.

Gabriel- What? Really? It's kind hot tonight...

You- Don't worry, I feel cold easily *smiles and go lay down under the blanket* Come, first I want to see your injures *you tap on your side* Come on.

Gabriel- *sighs and blush* Where you want to start?

You- Back... *he lays facing down again* How you get so many scars? Wasn't you just a police officer?

Gabriel- *chuckle* A hardcore police officer.

You- Not surprising *laughs* I have to change some bandages already, you're sweating.

Gabriel- *sighs* You should get some rest.

You- I won't rest knowing that you're sleeping like that. Try to close your eyes for now.

Gabriel- Hm...*close his eyes*

*You go to pick up some towel and the medkit sitting on the bed again. You started to dray his sweaty back and change the bandages*

You- You're ok?

Gabriel- Hm...*smirk* this sensation is good...

You- *chuckle* What sensation?

Gabriel- That someone is taking care of me.

You- Yeah? So you should ask more for help. Poor wife of yours...*sighs*

Gabriel- *open his eyes* We're divorced.

You- What?! Since when?!

Gabriel- A month ago. She divorced me.

You- Why?? Turn around...

Gabriel- *turns around and sighs* First, she was tired that I was always working. Second, she hated you.

You- wait, what?

Gabriel- She swear with her blood that I was having something with you. *sighs*

You- Please, tell that wasn't the principal reason *laughs nervously*

Gabriel- My kid barely see me...she get pissed off when I was called for Overwatch. We discussed, we fight...she started to change. Our marriage was going down thanks to her.

You- *sighs* Maybe it was better this way after all...What happening here? *you look at the belly*

Gabriel- Knife fight. A lot of things happened in that last mission.

You- God...*You changed the bandage* And the bullet? How the fuck you did that?

Gabriel- Bad lucky...

You- You take off the bullet??

Gabriel- Yeah.

You- By yourself?!

Gabriel-... yeah. I got a lot of experience with that, y/n, come on!

You- I'm not judging! I'm surprised...that's all.

Gabriel- Sorry...

You- It's ok... I don't have to change that one. Now...your face.

Gabriel- Is fine...

You- Shut up *you hold his face checking him* Did you put some medication?

Gabriel- Nooo...*sighs*

You- Right *You tried to find something on the medkit box* I saw something here...the cream...the thing...here *you grab a ointment for hematomas* Lay your head on my tights.

Gabriel- What?

You- Lay your head on my tights...*chuckle* Come on *Gabe take a deep breath doing what you said* Comfortable?

Gabriel- Yeah...*smirk*

You- Close your eyes and relax, I'll press a little bit, it may hurt. *You put a little bit of cream in some spots of his face with hematomas*

Gabriel- *He shivers* Is cold..!~

You- *chuckle* Is good~ I'll massage, ok?

Gabriel- Ok....*smiles*

*You massage slowly the spots with the cream and Gabe open his eyes looking at you making you blush and embarrassed*

You- Stop, close your eyes~ *you laugh given a little slap on his forehead*

Gabriel- *Laughs* Why? I can't look at you?

You- No *smiles*

Gabriel- Why?

You- I feel ugly.

Gabriel- What? *he laughs making a confuse face*

You- You wouldn't understand! *laughs* Done, now we can sleep...

Gabriel- I'll sleep here, thank you *close his eyes*

You- And I...?

Gabriel- *holding his laugh and gets up* ok ok...*lay down on the pillow and sighs*

You- *smiles and lay down by his side*

Gabriel-...you know...you're the only person who really cares about me.

You- Friends are made for that.

Gabriel- Yeah...friends. You never judge me because of my angry issues, you just...well, you answer me in the same coin or ...talk soft.

You- I won't judge you because of your anger issues...is a problem and you can solve a problem. You just need therapy *laughs*

Gabriel- Fuck you *laughs* I don't need therapy.

You- Let me guess, you just need a face to punch.

Gabriel- It would solve my problem.

You- Ok *laughs* Now, sleep. *you turn around* Good night.

Gabriel- Good night...

*He close his eyes and fell sleep fast again. The nightmares started again, he losing you in middle of a war, can't find you anywhere and where he finds, you're not alive anymore. Is a horrible scene for him. He wokes up again, scared, but did not move, stayed watching the ceiling with a heavy fast breath*

Gabriel- Ah please...let me sleep...*He takes his hand to his face*

*He turns his head to look if you were still there and...where the hell where you?*

Gabriel- Y/n...?! *He immediately sits on the bed looking around* Y/n!

You- Hey hey, I'm here! *You appears from the bathroom and back to bed hugging him* I'm sorry...! I forget to brush my teeth, so...yeah.

Gabriel- Ok...ok. *he takes a deep breath* I'm so sorry.

You- It's ok, is temporary. Now lay down and I won't get out of the bed until morning. *you slowly lay him down*

Gabriel- You don't need to serve me like that... I'm being a baby.

You- No, you're being more than a grown up. Take a deep breath and relax.

*He closes his eyes again and you lay down turning around. Gabe keeps remembering the last scenes of his nightmares and suddenly turns and pulls you to him hugging tightly*

You- ??!! Gabe?? *he didn't answer, only squeeze you more again him making you blush hard* ... Good night...

*In the next morning you were to the first on to awake with Gabe still hugging you. It was a pretty comfortable night, to be sincere with yourself. You need to get up or someone would end up catching you both like that. You try it to move his arm from your waist, but he only pulled you more totally embracing you with his face face buried on your nape, you could feel his breath making you shivering*

*With know escape for now, you just turn around facing him, take a look for a good while. Gabriel Reyes, a handsome man with a huge reputation with only 30 years old, use to have a family...a wife and a kid. Police officer, military, aggressive, but...a heart of gold. You were the only one who can see this sweet person he is. He needs you more than ever*

Gabriel- *move a little and yawned slowly opening his eyes* ...? *look at you confused and speak with a low rough sleepy voice*...already?

You- You slept well?

Gabriel- *takes a deep breath* Yeah...Better.

You- So I'll have to sleep with you everyday? *smirk*

Gabriel- *laughs and blush* I wouldn't complain at all.

You- Dummy *you laughed slowly getting up* I need to move or I'll never wake up.

*He observes you getting up, he smiles sitting on the bed*

Gabriel- Hey...

You- Hm? *Look at him while tying your hair*

Gabriel- Come here...

You- *chuckles* I can't, Gabe...

Gabriel- Ooh my bruises are hurting so bad...! *he dramatically throw himself in the bed* I need a doctor!

You- *laughs* I'll call Dr. Ziegler then.

Gabriel- *laughs* Come on...back to bed, chiquita.

*You looked at him suprised by the nickname...you blush hard and cross your arms looking at him*

Gabriel- I'll just stand there and look at me? I'm hot, I know.

You- I need to take a shower and go to work. I'm not your girlfriend.

*At the moment you turn away ready to go to the bathroom, Gabriel gets up quickly and picked you up like a bride*

You - Gabe! *You gasp and laugh* I'm seriously!

Gabriel- Me too.

*He throw you on the bed gently and stays on top of you holding your wrists against the bed. Now you were actually suprised and nervous*

Gabriel- I'm very seriously, cariño.

You- What...are you doing? *You felt you breath heavier and faster*

Gabriel- Is not like you would push me away.

You- No way I would do that.

*Gabriel locked his lips on yours and release your wrists and passing his hands through you body reaching the base of your shirt and entering his hand under finally feeling your warm skin. He let out some moans making you shivers and breaking up the kiss and look at him*

Gabriel- What? *His breath was now heavy and fast, like yours* Too much?

You- Gabe...*you laughs* I don't really don't have time...not now.

Gabriel- For a making out? Come on, baby...! *He knee at the bed pulling you up with him, making you sit on his lap* We got time.

You- *You gasp feeling the hot sensation spending through your whole body* But I don't if...is just a making out section that you want it.

Gabriel- Is what I need right now *He hugged your entire body taking his lips to your neck* Just give us 5 minutes...

*5 minutes in heaven with Gabriel Reyes is all you need right now. The make out section started with kisses and suck on your whole neck, making impossible to control any sound that came out of your mouth, what makes also Gabriel more excited. His hands slight down to your ass grabbing and squeezing hard, same to your tighs that he mistreated right next. Now kissing your lips, a passionate, willful, he enters his hand again under your shirt and now, less tensed, you relax your body fully sitting on his lap and yeah... the man is hard like rock. You let a moan out of your mouth, same as Gabe that felt you sitting right on it.*

*The make out section turns into a sex section, you couldn't handle anymore, fuck the work, right? Is Gabriel Reyes time. After that, you went to work and everyone was asking about the suck marks on your whole body, what could you say? You tell the truth! And now you and Reyes are the hottest couple on the base*

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[cry-away-the-monsters]

And now Cassidy’s the one seriously panicking. Glitchtrap has a point...they won’t talk if Angel’s in the room, but Angel refuses to move. She’s paralysed...panic has overtaken her, and she isn’t moving at all. Vanny starts coughing as Springtrap lets up on the choking, laughing wildly as he glares and grits his teeth at them. She grins and pants, keeping ahold of his arm. She’s about to speak when Cassidy’s finally had enough...her own rage overrides her sense of reason as she growls and lets go of Springtrap’s ear, floating down to Angel. She’s going to be insanely weak after this...but she has no choice.

Floating down to Angel and grabbing at her shoulders, Cassidy’s body turns completely black, making herself visible on Angel’s shoulder to all three in the room. She glares at Glitchtrap and Vanny, Angel’s eyes widening as she gasps, her eyes initially turning fully black, the same of her tears. Her eyes then squeeze shut as she starts to shake wildly, then she hangs her head and almost falls over, leaning against Springtrap. She lets out some kind of small, pained noise before she calms down, her body no longer shaking. In only a matter of a couple of seconds, her eyes shift again...

To a very bright blue. Her scleras are pitch-black, her tears running black as well.

With Angel no longer in control of her own body, Cassidy’s made the decision to completely take over, grabbing at Springtrap’s vest tightly and gritting her teeth, both Angel and the spirit of Cassidy herself moving in tandem, though only Cassidy’s face moves along with Angel’s. She continues to glare at the two while Vanny stops in her tracks. She opens her mouth to shout, but “Angel” interrupts.

“Be...quiet...” she hisses, her voice no longer her own. Cassidy’s voice slips out of her mouth. “We can leave the room too...Mom can’t handle violence...but as long as I’m controlling us, Dad can kill you. Dad can break your necks if he wants to now. I don’t want him to go back on the progress he’s made, but if you two are gonna be like that about it...” she growls, letting go of Springtrap and stepping back. “...then Dad can kill you with me in the room. Mom can’t see any of us right now...and Mom doesn’t have to know about it if I don’t tell her. She’s gonna know you two died, but she’s not gonna know how cus I’m gonna keep her from knowing. So you’re gonna die today. And you’re gonna tell us how to get the collar off or I’m gonna let Dad torture you first. I don’t think you want that,” she threatens, her pupil-less eyes staring at Glitchtrap rather menacingly. Even with her soft features automatically making her less intimidating than she probably would be...but the combination of hearing such threats and having Cassidy visible as a blackened figure with white eyes and teeth showing...

...yeah, that’s probably intimidating.

Vanny’s sure as hell freaking out over it, tensing up and starting to shake a bit, but she tries to keep a brave face on under the mask. “No fucking way. No, you...no way in hell! You actually can do that?! But...wait!” she says, looking at Springtrap and tensing up even more, laughing nervously. “No, you– you wouldn’t kill us in front of your own fucking kid!! She’s a kid, didn’t you wanna make shit up to her?!” she screams, starting to struggle again.

“He killed me once. I don’t care what he does in front of me to you two. I forgive him now...and I just wanna have a happy family. You’re the bad guys, and you’re gonna get what you deserve,” Cassidy replies. She’ll gladly remain in control of Angel’s body as long as it takes to get the collar off and get these two taken care of.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

@cry-away-the-monsters

[dumbfuck-mojave]

FNV Companions React to Someone Being Aggressive Towards Rex.

@spidester basically came up with this idea.

TW: Mentions of violence against humans and animals. Some sexual flirtation. Swearing is the norm at this point

Fucking IDEK if these are out of character anymore we just roll with it. Also, shitty and inconsistent writing and react length ahoy. Also yes I lied and said this was going to be out last night but I got sick please understand-

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Arcade: Six had dragged him into Ultra-Luxe because once again, they were being stupid and trying to beat some sort of goal they had set for themselves earlier that day at the gambling tables. Rex had also come in with them, but had wandered off with his snout up in the air towards the kitchens. While Six was focusing on the Blackjack table Arcade heard a sudden yip and bark behind him and turned to see two people laughing and kicking the poor dog. They weren’t dressed like the people that would usually gamble here and they certainly weren’t a White Glove, so Arcade just assumed they were some travelers that didn’t know Six’s reputation and love for their canine companion. Also angry at the situation unfolding, Arcade briskly made his way over to them.

“Excuse me-”

“Fuck off.” 

Now, that made Arcade very unhappy. Honestly, he expected them to be rude, but was still a little surprised at how quickly they shot him down, not even trying to start an argument or anything. Yet.

“Listen, gentlemen.” Arcade said sharply, “I suggest you leave now because you’d much rather deal with me telling you how vile of people you are than for my friend over at the Blackjack table getting word of what you’ve been doing to their dog.”

“Oh, tough guy, eh? Well guess what, we don’t give a shit about what you or your idiot friend have to say!” The taller of the men sneard, getting right up in Arcade’s face. “Fucking forget it, the dumb dog isn’t worth our time. They ran out of booze a while ago anyway.”

Arcade gave them a look of disinterest as the semi-stumbled out the door. He made….. eye contact?..... with one of the masked servers when he looked away from them, who also seemed relieved that the two men were gone, probably because they had trached dust and mud throughout the entire main room.  Making his way back to Six, Arcade was going over scenarios in his head about what Six would do once he told them. Turns out one of his guessed scenarios was true. He did know Six very well after all. Unfortunately for the men, they had decided to sleep naked that night and Six had found out where they were staying through a few connections. A few hours later the men’s clothes were strung up on and lit on fire in the middle of Freeside, with the neat edition of shoving several hungry geckos into the men’s hotel room. The men ran out into the Mojave, naked and with a few flesh chunks missing from their body, while Rex gnawed happily on his Brahmin Steak in the Lucky 38. 

Boone: A Legion party had ambushed them just outside of Red Rock Canyon as they were making their way towards Vegas from Goodsprings. The system they had was working well enough, Boone had managed to climb his way up on the hill to the right of the road and was sniping them from afar while Six was up close with their ripper. It was hard to get solid damaging headshots on them since they were those dumb helmets, but if he got lucky Six would get close enough to rip one of their helmets off so he could get a clear shot through their skull. Usually, there were 4 Legionaries in a party but Caesar must have really wanted Six dead at this point, so they were currently being surrounded by at least 12, possibly even more. As Six drop-kicked two legionaries into each other, Boone noticed one of the other Legionaries targeting Rex and backing him up against the Canyon wall. Luckily for Boone and unfortunately for the Legionnaire, there was no helmet in sight. Boone lined up the shot and it entered the target’s head with a whiz and a squish. As the now-corpse fell to the ground, the group of three reorganized amongst the carnage. Rex sat down at Boone’s feet and looked up at him, mouth open and panting. 

“Don’t look at him like that.” Boone said in a monotone voice, making the Courier laugh beside him.

“Boone, you’re talking to a dog.” The Courier started on their way once again to Vegas, looking down at the dog now trotting beside them.

“You want to go see the King Rex?”

*Bark*

“Look who’s talking to the dog now.” 

Veronica and Cassidy: The girls had decided to hang out together today, without the Courier. They also had Rex in tow and were currently sitting at the Atomic Wrangler’s counter. Both of these women were at least three bottles in each already and their laughter poured through the casino as Veronica slouched over and snorted at one of Cass’ merchant stories.

“There is *snort* there is no way he did that.” Veronica wheezed out, falling into another fit of laughter.

“He did! He just grabbed that fucker by his-”

Their conversation was cut off when a man walked over to them. Much too confidently, I might add. They both looked up at him in disgust and annoyance. 

“So, what are two beautiful ladies doing out here all alone. You know, why don’t we all go upstairs and have a little *fun* together. ” The man leaned in so far he almost touched noses with Veronica. Rex had been sitting idly with his head in his paws on the floor until this moment. When the man leaned in, Rex growled and stood up, brisling at the man. 

“Dumb dog.” The man grumbled, swinging out his hand and hitting Rex in the head. Now no one knew if the man had meant to hit Rex so hard that he slammed his glass dome into the counter, but it didn’t matter now. Veronica pushed up off the counter and shoved the man back.

“Who do you think you are?! First, you come up to two ladies who are CLEARLY disinterested in you, interrupt their good time, then you have the audacity to hit our dog?!” Veronica practically yelled, drawing attention from several others in the room. Two people in particular had the look in their eyes that was almost begging to see a fight.

“Listen, girlie, I do what I want, ok?” The man growled, cut off by Veronica shoving his back against the counter, “Oh, girlie, you want to start right now?” 

“She doesn’t want to do anything with you. Nobody would.” Cass said as she finally stood up, looking over Veronica’s shoulder.

“Now come on ladies, no need to fight over me.” The man slurred, the beginnings of a wolfish grin on his face. 

Now, Ronnie may be small but she has a power fist and can fuck some people up. In a flash, the man was on his knees with both arms straining behind him, courtesy of Cass. Veronica unveiled her power fist and a spark of fear appeared in the man’s eyes as she swung it dainlity near his temple.

“I could swing my fist sideways right now.” She started swinging faster and more aggressively, “And give you a good lesson about how to treat others around you with an indent on your head to remind you.” 

“N-No!”

“Oh, come on. I’m sure it would be no trouble for my friend here.” Cass sneered, tightening her grip on the man’s arms, making him squeal out in man. 

“Please, please! No!” 

As the once confident man was damn near sobbing just at the prospect of getting hit, Veronica and Cass looked up at each other and grinned. Dragging the man outside, Veronica used her unarmored fist to hit him into a puddle of… something. The man stumbled to his feet and looked back in fear at the doorway. Then sprinted off. 

“DAMN! NEXT TIME YOU START A FIGHT YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO FINISH IT!” Cass yelled after him before they retreated into the casino once more.

. On their way back in, two figures walked out the door, following the now out of sight man. Sometimes, if you want to see a fight, you just have to start one yourself. 

Ed-E: *Pulls out laser canon* “Beep beepbeep bop'' Translation: “You bitch ass motherfucker”. Even if Rex sometimes drools on Ed-E or accidentally whips a ball at it’s shell, Ed-E will still protecc and attacc. 

Lily: Ok no but honestly and sorry to disappoint but any scenario involving her reacting to this is just them fighting, her calling the Courier Jimmy, then absolutely rocking the perpetrators shit. Like, tear that person in half grandma. I wanted to write a longer thing out….unless

Raul: He and Six had decided to stop at 188 Trading Post for the night instead of attempting to walk all the way back to Vegas. They were low on supplies, tired and hungry, and Raul’s back was acting up again. Samuel was nice enough to let Raul lie down for a bit on one of the mattresses behind the bar while Six was focusing on cleaning their weapons and bartering. Just as he was about to drift off, he heard Six’s voice speak up above the radio.

“Don’t touch my goddamn dog like that!” 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do you fucking piece of shit! Oh fuck-” 

Raul stood up and peered around the corner to see a rather interesting sight. Six was straddling some random man and aggressively slapping his hands away when he tried to reach for them, all while screaming every obscene thing they’ve ever been taught, even some things in Spanish thanks to Raul. Samuel was looking very concerned at the bar, not wanting to get directly involved in this mess while Rex was barking his head off in the man's face. After Raul managed to drag Six off the man, he found out the man was an associate of Alexander and was talking about making a deal with him when Rex came up to him to sniff his hand. Agitated, the man reached down and put his fist around Rex’s muzzle, yanking him up on his back to legs. Nothing escalated past that point as Six had entered the picture by then. They eventually decided to just walk back to Vegas that night and extend their break home, but damn if Raul wasn’t impressed and kind of flattered at the way they gracefully told a man how they were going to cut out this tongue and feed it to rats. Raul is dad.

(The insult thing was definitely a nod to one of @nuclear-reactions posts)

Thank you for reading! Requests are open!

[looneylooomis]

Close (Negan) Smut One Shot

This was requested by the lovely @may85             “I am making an official request! Can I please have a smutty Negan one shot with a touch of fluff? Negan sees that one of his wives has been frustrated and cranky lately so he helps relax her?” I’ve incorporated some of the lyrics from “Close” by Nick Jonas ft Tove Lo for added effect. Hope ya like it hun!

“Where the fuck is she?” Negan sighed. Hand scrubbing his face out of annoyance. He snapped, “Well no one speak all at fucking once now!” His other wives looked at each other warily, unsure if Negan was actually upset or exaggerating for effect. 

Upon noticing no one was gonna speak up, Sherrie decided to take initiative. He was gonna find Cassidy one way or another anyway. 

“She’s out by the gardens,” Sherrie explained, “says being out there helps her calm down." 

Quirking an eyebrow, Negan looked behind him to Dwight, "Dwight my man, why don’t you go the fuck down to the gardens and bring my dear wife up to my room. Seems she and I need to have a heart to fuckin heart”

“You got it, Boss.” Dwight answered, leaving the room.

There was a soft knock on Negans door, yelling for them to come in, Negan remained perched on the edge of the black leather sofa, in waiting. Boots kicked off, leather jacket hung up on a coat rack, he was relaxed and ready for this.

The door opened to revealed Dwight, followed by slightly frowning Cassidy. “Thanks, Dwighty-boy. Now get the fuck out.” Negan commanded, not noticing Dwight nod his head and leave, shutting the door. His eyes were glued to Cassidy, who had chosen to sit down on the opposite sofa.

He let his eyes roamed over her beautiful face, big brown eyes staring back at him in waiting, luscious lips puckered in annoyance. His eyes moved down to the body-conscious black dress that drew delicious attention to her ample chest. The dress was like a second skin, clinging to the curves of her hips and thick thighs like a motherfucking wet dream come true.

Been a fucking while since he had those long legs wrapped around him and he wanted to know why. 

“Dearest sweet Cassidy, do we have a fucking problem? Cause if you know if you’re un-fucking-happy here with me, you know for a fucking fact you can leave.” Not giving her a chance to respond, Negan continued sighing, “That being said, it doesn’t mean I’d want you to leave.”

Studying his face, Cassidy looked for any sign of deceit. She knew she was kidding herself, Negan never lied. He was very a straightforward man. It’s one of the things that drew her to him. She was honestly tired of letting all this frustration bubble up inside her, affecting her relationship with the very man in front of her. With a lil mental encouragement, she decided to just lay it all out.

“I know, I know you know you’re scared Your heart, your mind, your soul, your body”

“I…I’ve been fighting a losing battle with my pride and it’s been frustrating the shit outta me. Which in turn has made me come off kinda bratty.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She hated how vulnerable she felt right now in front of him. “The thing is that my feelings for you have been getting too intense. I didn’t want to fall completely, knowing I’d still have to share your bed with five other women. It wasn’t intentional on my part to become so distant with you…when in fact, it’s the exact opposite I crave so desperately.” She finished with a whisper. 

At the feel of a hand gently tilting her chin up, Cassidy’s eyes snapped wide open. Hazel eyes stared so fiercely into dark brown ones, she felt shivers run down her spine.

“Baby girl, you have no idea how close I want you. Aside from this little stunt, out of all the damn wives, you’re the one that gives me the least fucking grief. And god damn the body on you.” biting his lip, Negan knelt down in front her. Large, rough hands rubbing up and down her thighs comfortingly. “Let me show you, Cass."  

"They won’t, they won’t, they won’t be careful But I guess that you don’t know me”

Seeing her nod in consent, Negan continued his light massage of her thighs, smirking at how she squeezed her thighs together. Not having any of that, he wrenched them apart, the skirt of her dress riding up as he leaned in locking his lips with hers.

The kiss was passionate, possessive even. How Cassidy lasted as long as she did, being away from Negan for as long as she was, she had no fucking clue. The man lit her skin aflame. It was a burn so delicious, it left her lust-riddled mind lightheaded.

Pulling away from her, Negan chuckled, relishing in how turned on she looked. He was sure as fuck that he had that very same look on his face.  Standing up he offered her his hand, leading her to his appropriately titled king sized bed. 

“Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space”

He pushed himself up against her back, making her brace herself with her hands gripping the silky crimson sheets. Hands rubbing and groping every inch he could grab, moaning at the feel of her curves molding perfectly against his tall, lean frame.

Trailing his hands up her thighs, pulling her dress up and over her head. Leaving her in nothing but a lacy forest green bra and panty set that made Negan groan loudly. She was fucking gorgeous.

“Cause space was just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too…”

Nipping playfully at her shoulders, he pushed down each strap of her bra down, exposing her heavy round breasts. When cupping them from behind wasn’t enough for him, he turned her around. 

Negan leaned down taking a pert nipple in his mouth. Lavishing it with his tongue, then blowing cool air on it. While moving on to the other peak, he gave it the same attention.

Cassidy moaned, toes curling at the sensation Negan was giving her. She felt her bra loosen completely as he unsnapped the clasp of her bra, letting it fall off her completely. The feel of his tongue licking along the curve of each breast was almost too much like she could cum just at him do that.

“Close”

His hands traveled down her waist, fingers dancing along the hemmed lace of her panties and down. Feeling the dampened fabric, Negan groaned.

“You already fucking wet for me Cassy-Baby?” He asked, cupping her through her panties, rubbing his palm against her. “God damn is Daddy happy as shit!”

Biting her lip with a whimper, Cassidy ground herself against his palm. The friction of the panties and his palm against her clit, had her eyes threatening to roll back into her skull. Oh, she could feel herself getting so close that she was practically there.

“Oh, so close”

“Cum all over my hand, sweetness.” Negan purred into her ear, the heat of his breath against her neck. The intoxicating mixture of the two became her undoing. 

Crying out, she grabbed his hand pushing it even closer to her. Grinding shamelessly as she rode out that orgasm with abandon, soaking both her panties and his hand.

“I want you close”

Quaking legs forced Cassidy to take a seat on the bed. Nuzzling her face against Negans stomach, wanting him even closer.

Taking the hand that was wet with her juices, Negan took his time sucking off each finger. Moaning at the taste of his gorgeous wife. Using his other hand, he ran his fingers through her long brown locks, the feel of her adding to the hardness already straining in his jeans.

“Oh, I want you close”

“Fuckin Christ Cassidy that was fuckin gorgeous. Squirting all over my fucking hand, soaking those delightfully as wet panties. Fucking beautiful.” Negan whispered, hand still running gently through in her hair. “Have a taste.” he said extended his other hand.

Cassidy grinned into his side still nuzzling him. Taking his hand, she greedily sucked off her orgasm on each digit. God, she felt like a cat in heat.

She wanted more.

No, she needed more of him.

“and close ain’t close enough, no”

Her hands latched onto his belt. Nimble fingers unbuckling it and shrugging the dark jeans down with ease. His thick cock springing up to meet her. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped from her lips. How could she forget Negan and his pension for going commando?

Toeing off her wet panties, Cassidy rubbed her pussy, wetting her hand just enough. Aware of Negans curious stare, she took that hand with a gentle but firm grip, pumping up and down on his cock.

“Oh man, oh man I am not really known for ever being speechless”

“Oh, sweet baby fucking Jesus. You keep that fantastic shit up babydoll.” Negan groaned, his hips bucking slightly. 

Leaning in, she wrapped her lips around his member bobbing up and down. Sucking here and there. The sounds escaping Negans mouth were making her even wetter. She wanted him wrapped around and deep within her.

Negan groaned pulling back, pushing her farther back on the bed. Shedding the rest of his clothing, he trailed hot wet kisses as he crawled on top of her. His skin pressed hard against hers as he rocked his hips against hers, his member rubbing teasingly along her folds. 

“But now, but now somehow My words roll off my tongue right onto your lips”

“Oh sweet Cassidy, the shit you do to me.” He growled into her neck when she bit down on his. Her hands trailing up and down his toned back. 

Giggling as she smacked to his backside, eliciting a surprised yell from Negan. He looked down at her smiling face, his face softened. “You are so fucking lucky you’re the only one I’d allow that shit from.I never want any of that space shit between us again. Promise me, Cassidy?" 

Mesmerized by the intensity in his hazel eyes, Cassidy could feel her heart thump hard against her chest. She nodded her head, trying to get choked up. ” I promise, Negan. Never again.“

Locking lips in a kiss full of tender promises and fiery intimacy, Negan reached between them, lining himself up with her opening. Thrusting forward, completely engulfing himself in her.  

"I’m keeping cool while you keep smiling Saying all the things I’m thinking”

“Oh, I fucking missed you Cassy-darling!” Negan groaned loudly, body flushed against hers, leaving no space between them as he rocked his hips back and forth. His pace slowly picking up. 

He lightly gripped her neck, touching his forehead to her. Moaning into each other’s lips with unintelligible words of affection.  

As Negan continued to pump into her, Cassidy could feel that familiar hot heat building up in her lower abdomen again. The way he was stroking her, filling her completely, damn was she wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh man, oh man I am like you so I want proof I’m what you’re feeling”

Hearing her whimper, Negan upped his speed. Pushing himself as deep as he could into her intoxicatingly tight opening. “You close, babe? Oh, I cannot wait for that pretty little pussy to squeeze the fuck outta my dick. Come on baby.”

Thrusting his hips faster into her, her eyes started fluttering. And like a bomb, she blew. A strangled scream of Negans name poured repeatedly from her lips. Her nails digging deeply into his back as he continued to pump hard into her, sending her entirely off the edge.

“Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space"

“Ooooh Negan. Keep going baby, wanna feel you cum deep inside me.” Cassidy purred in his ear, as his hips moved at a frantic pace. 

“Cause space was just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too…” “Shit Cass, gonna cum so hard into this pussy! Gonna fucking love it!” Negan grunted, hips smacking into hers. 

“Close”

The moment she licked the shell of his ear, he was fucking gone.

“Ahh fuckin shit CASSIDY!” He yelled, sheathing himself entirely inside her,  semen thickly coating her walls. 

Panting heavily, he remained on top, worshiping her.

“Oh, so close”

Still fully submerged inside her, Negan continued planting kisses all over her, making her giggle with delight. A beaming smile lighting up her already glowing face. It was a sight that never ceased to leave him even more breathless than he already was.

“I want you close”

Coming down from the high, leaving both of them feeling fully satisfied and heavily exhausted. Negan pulled out of Cassidy, getting back on his feet and walked in the bathroom. Coming back out with a washcloth, he helped clean her and himself up.

Laying back down, he pulled her tightly against him. Like the word ‘space’ didn’t exist between the two of them anymore as they relished in the closeness. 

“Oh, I want you close, and close ain’t close enough, no”

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[therewas-a-girl]

just curious, but what are you're thoughts about Laurel basically on her deathbed and using some of her last words to hope for Oliver and Felicity to find each other again? Looking back, I am glad she acknowledged that Oliver will never love her the way he loved Felicity but at the same time it seems weird for the writers to use her last hours on earth to basically "pimp" (so to speak) for an olicity reunion when Sara and Lance still exist. Like the truth hurts about olicity for her but still:/

just a warning… this post is not kind. its not nice. i dont think arrow deserves either after how it treated laurel, so my honesty here is a bit… brutal, shall we say? or rather, non-compromising. 

just know, anon, that all of this is not aimed at you, but at the fandom in general and specifically, the gleefully hateful part of fandom that gloated a lot when this happened. 

okay, so when i first saw that episode, the very first thought in my head was ‘what the incoherent flying fuck????’, followed closely by ‘what kind of hairy dirty cheap asshole motherfuck—-’ and generally landing somewhere here:

because i really thought that it was just a move done by the writers/whoever makes these kinds of decisions, to generate more buzz around Laurel’s death, and use this as an occasion to - again and needlessly - make everything concerning the women around oliver, about oliver, oliver’s love life, who oliver chose - essentially, fabricating a competition between felicity and laurel, where there never was one. 

bulltpoint time!

it succeeded in inflaming a ship war that was so unnecessary 

it was plainly a usage of a woman’s death TO THE MAX - in the ‘lets milk this fucker out all the way’ kind of thing. 

manpain for all involved? check! 

pitting two women who were friends, against each other? check!

calling to some of the most base fandom instincts, so that ppl make even MORE noise? fucking CHECK! 

rly they used laurel and her death so hard, mention her everywhere, the ghost of her more present in arrow when seh was dead than she had ever been when seh was alive - that im surprised they didn’t pull a Sara and use her corpse as well. — women in arrow, as i never get tired of saying, are worth far more as corpses. two birds with one stone dude! better stories for the men; less lines of dialogue for the women cause lol, they’re dead. basically the perfect storytelling object!

at that point, there was simply the only way for them to tie Laurel to oliver’s story, since apparently these writers cannot conceive of males and females who are friends? nor of women having their own stories

making laurel’s last words be about how she props olicity and how she loves oliver doesn’t take away from her journey, but it does… sully it, in a way. it’s like spitting in the face of what was before because it’s like saying ‘yo her self-saving, her defining herself by her own standards, defying everyone and everything to follow her own rules isnt ENOUGH. there needs to be love for oliver yo. like, nothing is worth anything if its not about the main character yo.’ like laurel having her own thing was an insult or something

the only thing i can think of is ‘masculinity so fragile’ rn

because while Sara and Lance are still alive - they’re not oliver and everything has to be about oliver. 

when i first started to write fanfiction - i believed that every single thing was supposed to center around my self-insert oc. it’s natural, its a part of writing and the process of learning, but my point is that this is the level Arrow is at, with the way it builds its stories around Oliver. im surprised his hair doesn’t change color.

it was an insult to laurel as a character, to use her last words to prop up fucking olicity. cause that’s what it was - deliberately so. 

an insult to lauriver fans, hardcore and shamelessly so

in a sense, i might even say it was favoritism, but that would imply that i think Martin Guttentag does in fact have a preference, like so many like to flatter themselves believing here, when the truth is, i think he prefers what makes noise/money - no matter how cheap or dirty - and and this ^^^ whole thing is proof. 

it was, for laurel’s fans, an adding insult to the injury of killing her in such an ugly way. 

it managed to make affirmations like ‘oliver loved felicity more than laurel/never loved laurel, hah its canon now!!!’ come to life, as if that is somehow defining of either of felicity or laurel’s worth. 

admittedly, a known side effect of pitting two women against each other for a man’s attention and ‘’’’love’’’’. after all, that’s the beginning and end of their purpose, right?

i do not think women being in love are somehow less worthy of respect. i dont think that makes them ‘less’ in any way - i dont like that kind of affirmation. but saying that after all the shit way oliver treated laurel oliver and over again, she still loved him…. after she said from her own mouth that ‘i don’t remember what it feels like to love you’… idk… maybe it’s just me, and the fact that i forgive oliver for nearly everything he has done to other characters, but i cannot forgive him for what he did to laurel. so, to me, making her still in love with him is a true and deep disservice to her character and just… it’s not realistic man. it’s just not realistic. 

i’ve heard it said around that it was apparently what katie cassidy wanted - perpetuated, mind you, by people who generally and openly despise her and her character - and that she is to blame for it, and honestly, the more i think about it, the more hilariously transparent this seems to me. like, lets take the facts: 

katie: an actress, whose wishes, as far as i know, have never affected her character’s further than how she spins her hair when she turns and her other acting choices. (going by the fact that her employers did shit like not bothering to tell her she was gonna die until last minute, not bothering to tell her caity lotz was coming in to [essentially] replace her ‘till caity got there - not even a very respected worker.)

melvin guttentag (my thanks to @sydneybarett , im totally copying her coping-mechanism here): has a four year long history of screwing over women’s stories in order to make the hero look better. has a four year history of screwing over laurel’s character with a fucking grin on his face and utterly pleased about it. is generally a giant bag of limp smelly dicks….

whose idea was it? what is more statistically possible, do you think? 

the irony of how easy it is for an actress to get the blame for something that, until proven contrary, the writers did, just because it makes her easier to mock, does not escape me, btw.

they didnt pimp laurel out. they whored themselves out, showing to the world, again, the kind of show arrow really is. 

the only truth that hurts is how cringeworthy Arrow can get and how so much of the olicity fandom ate this sexist shit with a spoon and loved every minute of it.

no surprise however, since it was practically engineered for this specific purpose.