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Updating the Fanfic!

“Got You” Part 4 - 8.3k words

Finally chapters and epilogue!

Note - I am working on writing dialogue heavy scenes in my novels, I apologize if anything seems stilted or needs work & welcome any feedback as always

🚨Very mature content ahead! No one under 18, sorry!🚨

Chapter 7

Aurora POV

“Josh…”

“We don *have* to say anything specific. These things, it’s just gonna be hard to keep it from Jon anyway. Can’t ever hide shit from each other.”

I nodded but it didn’t make me feel any better. It was easy to accept that he had strong bonds to his family, I just didn’t know how that felt. Everything still felt new and raw, I wasn’t even a whole 72 hours into this relationship before he’s talking about letting people know. It felt rushed and I couldn’t tell if I would feel that way normally or just because of the situation.

“Okay.” His eyes narrowed, my tone must not have been very convincing.

“Bullshit. You better learn t’speak up for yourself ‘round here.”

Crossing my arms I tried to force the words out of my throat. It wasn’t easy, I’d never been asked directly how I felt about things. Not unless I was going to be punished for those feelings.

“Promise you won’t be angry?”

Understanding dawned in his eyes and his whole face softened. Gently he tucked a loose strand of my crazy hair behind an ear. “Promise.”

“It feels rushed. This-us-I don’t even know what we are. I don’t know what’s safe to assume or not. I’m nervous. What if they don’t like me? Or thin-mmph!”

Josh cut me off by pressing his lips to mine with a grin. His hands ran gently over my arms and back up to stop at my shoulders with a comforting pressure. “Relax baby girl. You and Trinity are gonna make a great team and Jon’s gon love you just because. It’s me they’re gonna be mad at.”

That didn’t make sense. Why would they be mad at him when he’d saved me? “Why?”

With a groan he swiped a hand over his face. “Cuz anyone with sense would assume I’m completely takin advantage of you. Hell I am. Never shoulda touched you.”

Tears built in my eyes as fear rippled through me again when his face became clouded with guilt. What if he decided he didn’t really want me or this was all too wrong? I didn’t want that. My heart hurt at the thought of not feeling him close anymore.

“But-but-“

“Shhh, baby.” His calloused hands cupped my face and his thumbs ran along my jaw. “Doesn’t mean I plan t’stop.”

My emotions were a roller coaster and I really didn’t appreciate him sending me for another loop. I reared back and punched him in the shoulder, not hard enough apparently, but he was right again about winning games. He acted as if I’d dislocated it, making a dramatic noise and falling to his knees in front of me, effective in making me laugh as he’d planned.

When he started running his hands up and down my thighs while kissing my stomach through the soft cotton dress he’d presented me earlier my laughter dissolved into soft sighs. I gripped the counter and tried to grit my teeth in an effort to hold onto my frustration.

“Not fair.”

He was pushing the knee length hem up past my waist with one hand while the other ran two fingers over my clothed slit. Even through the underwear the sensation made me twitch, my hips seeking more. As much as my body wanted it I needed to think, to get ready. I pushed him away

“Stop it.”

The twist of his lips was contrite but he stood and guided me to the table. “Here, sit and I’ll make us somethin to eat.”

“What do we tell them?” Fidgeting I realized for the first time since texting Josh I didn’t have my phone. “Dammit.”

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“My phone. Oh man, my laptop. How am I gonna get schoolwork done?” All the overwhelming feelings that felt like they were hovering just behind a dam threatened to spill over. Panic tightened my chest and made my head swim, I dropped it into my hands, grinding the heels of my palms into my eyes. Josh was by my side right away, murmuring soft, comforting words in my ear while he petted my hair.

“Hey, hey, you gotta breathe Aurora. We’re gonna take care of all that, I was just waiting for you to feel better before I brought it up. Get you a new phone, new computer, new clothes, all of it, whatever you need.”

Instead of stopping my tears his words broke the dam and I started crying again, this time in a weird mix of sadness, stress, gratitude and love. It was hard to believe he cared so much but I had no choice but to trust him. Not something I was inherently unhappy about but also not something I was used to. Everyone in my life had let me down so far. Would Josh really be different?

“Let it out baby.” He cradled me against his shoulder and let me sob. Faster than before I felt the immense waves of emotions subsiding and my cries faded only for my stomach to growl loudly.

Josh laughed, rubbing my neck and kissing my forehead as he stood and went about fixing sandwiches.

“Thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me but you’re welcome. As for your first question, we’re gonna tell ‘em the truth. I don’t like lying to Jon an there’s no point. Now, what we tell everyone else may be different. But don’t worry bout that tonight.”

I was struggling with the thought of talking to his closest relative, I couldn’t conceive the thought of more people right now. Taking a bite of my meal I nodded, using the time I needed to chew to think over what I wanted to say.

“I don’t really understand your need to tell him but I can be okay with it. But can we keep it at them for now please?”

“Course baby.”

“I really miss Jason, can’t wait to hug him.” The little boys love would be a much needed balm right now.

“Me too.”

It felt good to be listened to even if I didn’t understand how I was feeling. I must have zoned out because Josh laid a hand over one of my and called my name quietly.

“You with me Rori?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you really wanna be together? We don’t-“ he paused and worked his jaw for a second “-don’t have to be together ya know. I’ll make sure you’re okay and I’m gonna keep paying you for taking care of Jason. If you know, you wanna leave at some point.” He was squeezing my hand now, almost to the point of pain.

I loved his touch. Raising my gaze from where our hands rested on the table to his dark eyes I swallowed and tried to make sure whatever I said next captured what I wanted to say. ‘Yeah, duh’ didn’t seem right.

“You asked me earlier and my answer is the same. No body else I’ve met has made me feel like this.” I paused and tilted my head in thought. “I like our lives together so far. I don’t wanna go anywhere. Just scared. Like it’s too good to be true.”

He nodded. “You been through a lot, hell I don’t hardly know what all, but we can make something outta this, something real good. Just gotta do the work.”

“Now you sound like the school counselor.” I felt my lips quirk into a grin when he made a face.

“Ugh don’t remind me how young you are. And I sound like that cuz I went to therapy. You’re gonna go too.” Now that surprised me.

“You go to therapy?”

“Yeah. Ever since little man was born. Can’t be mad all the time with a kid around, ya know?” He tilted his head and smiled with a shrug.

“Yeah. I don’t even know my dad’s name.” I laughed when he winced. “It’s okay. I’ve have a long time to make peace with it.”

“Still. I know it’ll take some time but I want you to trust I’m not gonna go anywhere or hurt you or throw you out.” I don’t know how he read my mind so well but I appreciated hearing it all.

“Now c’mere.” Pulling me into his lap Josh buried his face in my neck, nipping and kissing and licking softly while he massaged my thigh. Smacking his shoulder I shrieked a laugh.

“You’re the worst!”

“Oh you have no idea.” And with that he slid a hand up my dress again, pressing that most sensitive spot while his lips worked their way to my ear. “Don’t want you thinkin of sad stuff. Want you all hot and bothered and moaning.”

He got his wish as he worked me with his hand until I was clutching his shoulders and making a mess in his lap. Laying against his chest as the aftershocks receded I closed my eyes and let the remaining exhaustion steal me under again. My last coherent thoughts were on his voice murming to me softly.

“I got you baby, Daddy’s gonna keep you safe, I promise. You’re home with me now.” I thought I dreamed the last part but I would have sworn he said, “I love you.”

—-

Jey POV

Carrying the small woman in my arms was becoming a habit I didn’t want to get rid of. I loved how she melded into me as if she was fucking custom fitted. Loved how easily she let me maneuver her and the warmth of her curves. Loved her laugh and her accent and the way she moved.

I loved Aurora Begay.

Goddamit.

It wasn’t easy to come to terms with the fact that I was, indeed, taking advantage of her situation. It was impossible not to be touching her all the time, like I needed to make sure she was really here, really okay and really wanted me back. I wanted her to forget the bad she’d been through but was also painfully aware that isn’t how it works.

Settling her sleeping form on the sofa I went to work on the house. There wasn’t much to do without little man leaving a trail of crumbs and toys behind him. Something a dog would be good for helping clean up. An idea occurred to me. Maybe Aurora would like a companion? Jason would lose it for a dog.

I decided we were going to the local shelter if that’s what Rori ended up wanting. Running the easy mop over the floor I looked over at her on the couch. I’d do just about whatever she wanted to make her happy, something I had a feeling fancy things wouldn’t accomplish but another being to love and be loved by would.

Jason. I was thankful they already got on so well and that he was so young. At three there wouldn’t be much of a difference in his perception of the situation. If anything, having ‘his Rori’ around more often and closer would be a good thing in his mind. Once I was satisfied with the state of the downstairs I settled in next to her and checked the time. Almost 7, my brother would be rolling up any minute.

Reaching over I nudged her shoulder. “Hey baby, wake up.”

“Hmm?” She stretched and looked disoriented upon opening her eyes at first but smiled when they landed on me. Again I tugged her close to me, enjoying the smell of her hair and the way she giggled when my beard tickled her neck.

“They gon be here soon. You feel ready? Need to do anything?”

No sooner than she shook her heard no the doorbell rang. I could see the anxiety flicker in the way her brows drew together and her lips tightened. Kissing her forehead I went to let them in.

“It’ll be okay, I promise.”

My brother and his family tumbled in like usual, talking and laughing about something or other while handing a waving Jason over to me for a hug. Trinity noticed Aurora standing in the living room first and turned to me with a confused expression. She nudged Jonathan and he did the same, before Jason finally noticed her from my arms. His scream of joy was piercing.

“MY RORI HERE!”

Rushing to him with a huge smile I was happy to see she wasn’t shy about showing her love for him. Her whole face was heart stopping as she swept him away from me and his chubby arms locked her neck in a vice.

“Sure am little dude!”

“Let’s move this to the dining room.” Neither Jon nor Trinity were satisfied but did what I asked. “Aurora? Can you start setting up while I get drinks baby?”

I made sure to add that to the end and avoided meeting their gazes. They’d have it explained soon enough.

Of course my twin followed me through the swinging door into the kitchen, putting a hand against the refrigerator door so I couldn’t open it before he finally spoke. “Excuse me.”

I sighed. “Yeah?”

“The fuck you calling Jason’s nanny “baby” for? Why is she here Joshua?”

I knew he’d be mad but using my whole first name let me know we were starting off at a solid 7.5 on the Richter scale.

“I’ll explain everything after dinner and the kids are occupied k?”

He pushed away with a huff, his anger palpable but helped me gather beers and cups of water. When we got back to the dining room Aurora and Trinity had all three kids settled in their seats as they portioned out food, making small talk about the kids. I was relieved they seemed to have slipped into conversation on their own. Dinner was nice but quick as they caught Aurora and I up in what everyone had done that weekend. It was obvious they were rushing and I couldn’t blame them, I may or may not have dropped the “baby” just to aggravate the situation but also to give them a heads up in a weird way.

Aurora made up bowls of ice cream for the kids and set them up in front of Jason’s favorite movie, ‘Cars’ before returning to the dining room.

“Now look-“

“What the fuck are you doin dawg?”

“Josh I would not have expected this from you.”

They both started talking at once and I gave up trying.

“He saved me.”

The table went quiet and all three of us turned to Aurora who looked nervous as usual.

“Wanna elaborate?” I appreciated that Jon reigned his tone in when speaking to her.

Hazel eyes looked to me for permission. Taking her hand I gave it a squeeze. “Like I said earlier, you only have to tell them that you’re comfortable with.”

Her lips tilted with a slight smile, relieved. All she needed was to be reassured. Taking a deep breath she started explaining.

“Long story short my mom and her boyfriend sold me to a friend of his for the night.”

The shift in their faces and postures was immediate, Trinity looking especially upset. Her own nine year old daughter was just in the other room and I knew she would never let anything like that happen to her. When they remained quiet Aurora kept talking.

“I sent Josh a text before they took my phone and he got there before anything really awful happened.”

I wrinkled my nose and couldn’t help but interject when I felt a hot spike of anger recalling the scene. “Define ‘really awful’ then because that’s not enough for what I walked in on.”

She bit her lip and looked at the table. “He was beating me.”

“With a fuckin leather belt.”

“Josh.” Trinity looked at me pointedly and I remembered what I said. Shit.

“M’sorry Rori.”

Now she squeezed my hand. “It’s okay. You were upset. But the point is you got me out of the bad place. I already had feelings for Josh, it all just kind of bubbled over with this.”

I snorted at the upset part and she smiled. Yeah, “upset” if that meant “seeing red and ready to commit a couple felonies”.

Trinity smiled at Aurora reassuringly and Jonathan put his head in his hands and groaned. I glared at my twin.

“What?”

“Can’t never be cut and dry wit’ you fool. It don’t look good and you know it.” I knew what he meant. We weren’t movie star famous but still decently well known athletes.

“Well at least you get to control the narrative when it does come out. Let’s be grateful for the privacy that’s come with the lockdown, at least in regard to this.” Trinity always had the best perspective. “No one has to know the details, it’s not like we’re going to start calling the news.” She smacked Jon on his arm making him look up and sigh.

“Nah, definitely not. But I do think you should keep it quiet at work for now.” I’m glad we were on the same page there.

“Plan to.”

“Okay. Well, I don’t think lecturing either of you is going to get us anywhere.” Trinity clapped her hands together lightly. “So how about this. Aurora, you and me are going to go outside and talk while the guys get the kitchen cleaned up. Let’s go.”

Aurora looked at me for permission again and I nodded, understanding now wasn’t the time to mention all the habits she’d developed over years of abuse. If things went the way I hoped, we’d have the rest of our lives together to work on it. I watched as she followed the older woman outside, hoping, needing them to get along.

Once it was just me and Jonathan in the kitchen he let nudged my arm, giving me a dirty look. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“You done the deed yet? I mean, she’s real pretty-“ I cut him off by shooting him with water but he just laughed. Asshole always knows how to get under my skin but at least I knew he wasn’t pissed anymore.

“Nah. Trying to give her time to heal.” He nodded and turned the dish he was drying in his hands but I caught the relief in his face.

“You really care about her?”

It was my turn to nod. “Yeah. She brings me peace and loves Jason, you see that.”

“Mhmm.” He seemed to really be chewing on what he wanted to say. “Look, just, I don’t know man, don’t break her heart or something stupid. I don’t want you to get hurt either, feel me?”

Ever the big brother, even if it was by less than ten minutes. I clapped him on the back.

“Preciate it.”

Chapter 8

Aurora POV

The following day I stood in the pool, helping Jason as he sorted out paddling around the shallow end. Josh had to go into work today, something he was not happy about since I didn’t have a phone yet. I’d assured him everything would be fine for the six or so hours he’d be gone. He’d fussed his way out the door, declaring he was ordering me one as soon as he had a chance.

Great, I’d said.

Have a good day, I’d said.

What I didn’t say was how much I would really miss him or how anxious I was about being without him. Some strange fear had taken root, a fear Danny and Paul would somehow find me and try to drag me back with them.

It was due to this fear I screamed when the poor delivery man in a bright blue vest and matching mask waltzed through the backyard gate. Jason started to cry, I felt tears burn my own eyes and the poor kid holding the small brown package also looked ready to cry.

“Miss I’m so so sorry! The directions said to bring the box to the back door.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry guys! Jason, it’s okay!” The little boy clung to me but quieted as I comforted them both. “It’s really okay, I just-I thought you might be someone else for a second. Here, I’ll take that. Do you want a water? Or juice?”

After getting the poor guy who wasn’t any older than me a bottle of water I took Jason inside and set the package on the table, forgetting about it.

Having the little dude to take care of was a great way to keep me from giving in too much to how I was feeling. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t right now so I took a few deep breaths and replayed the conversation I’d had with Trinity back in my head while getting Jason into fresh clothes.

“Do you want to be here?” She’d asked right out of the gate.

I’d been honest and told her I wasn’t unhappy about it but also aware my options were slim for now.

She’d asked a few more probing questions being careful to be polite and not make me feel like I was being interrogated. I got the sense she was genuinely concerned about my well being and not being nosy or manipulating. It was a strange but comforting feeling to talk to her so openly. Josh trusted her so I would to.

Jason tugged my hand and we were off to build with his blocks. I put a toddler appropriate dinosaur show on the television, hoping that maybe some of the information would sink in.

Trinity had offered to talk further, saying she would be happy to help with anything I needed, including finding my own place if I ever chose. It wasn’t an encouragement but more letting me know I had options beyond Josh for aid if I needed it. Looking at Jason as he stacked blocks only to knock them over with an ecstatic shout of destruction I laughed.

I still wanted my own life, still planned to finish my degree and become a published author. I just also wanted this. Maybe it was the chaos I’d lived with for so long that made me crave the stability I felt here. Maybe I was just young and hormonal and experiencing things for the first time.

I didn’t care. Being here, with Josh and Jason made me happy and right now that was enough.

“Wanna help me get dinner ready?” Jason dropped his blocks like they were on fire. Cars, sharks and cooking with Rori were life. At least this week but like all things with toddlers, that could change.

Losing myself in the process that is cooking with a toddler I tried not to worry too much about falling behind on my class work. I was usually pretty ahead and realistically I hadn’t even missed a class yet but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to do well. Jason and I were invested in making fry bread dough, both of us covered in a decent amount of flour when a car door from the driveway signaled Josh’s arrival home.

We pounced on him halfway through the door, the flour stuck to his sweaty face and torso making it look like he’d fought a ghost. Scooping Jason into one arm he used his other to encircle my waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss, earning an “ewwwww!” from the little dude. “Did y’all miss me or somethin?”

I giggled as we parted, both at him and the look on Jason’s face.

“Just a little.”

He pinched my bottom and laughed before leaning down to whisper in my ear with a low, husky voice. “I’ll show you how much I missed you later baby.”

I shivered and my mouth went dry, memories of the last few days coursing straight to my core. Collecting myself I pushed away and took Jason back, turning for the kitchen. Hopefully he didn’t notice just how much he affected me.

“Let’s go finish dinner!”

We ate and did some online shopping before Jason’s bedtime rolled around. He was reluctant to go down but when I pinky promised I’d be there when he woke up he agreed to settle. Halfway through Stellaluna and he was out.

Josh’s hands were on my waist as soon as we made it to the hallway, steering me towards his bedroom. My mind went blissfully quiet and my bones felt warm and heavy. Knowing I was safe in his arms was probably the sexiest thing of all.

My dress was gone before we made it to the bed, Josh kicking the door shut gently behind him while tugging off his tshirt. “Thought about you all damn day.”

I didn’t get to reply before his lips descended on mine while his hands carefully navigated around my bruises. He came a little too close to a particularly bad one and I twitched away. “Shit, how’re you feeling baby? Did I hurt you?”

Shaking my head I kissed his chest, focusing on the tattoos over his pec. “No, just a little close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

That familiar throb was so bad and he hadn’t even touched me there yet. Laying on the bed he dispatched of his sweatpants and pulled me on top of him. “Here, like this.” Guiding me he helped me get situated so I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips and my wetness pressed to his hardness.

Leaning up a little he gently bit one of my nipples with a smirk. “Now move for Daddy.”

“How?” Heat rushed through me and I thought I would cum right then.

“Roll them hips, find a rhythm you like.”

Anchoring my hands on his shoulders he chuckled darkly when I couldn’t suppress another shiver. “Oh you just so needy huh baby?”

My mouth wasn’t working, I just moaned in reply as I did what he instructed. The friction of my clit against his cock created an unbelievable sensation even through the clothe of our underwear. For a second I felt worry he wasn’t enjoying it but he chased that fear away with a groan from deep in his chest.

“Oh Josh, oh my god it feels so good!” The words finally tumbled forth in a heated whisper. One of his hands fisted in my hair and his kissed my throat before placing a hard bite at the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder.

I keened, my orgasm building rapidly as my movements became erratic.

“I know you wanna scream baby, but you’re gonna bite me instead. Shoulder, bite my shoulder when you cum.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. Not knowing any better I didn’t hold back as I sank my teeth in when I felt myself shatter in waves. He rewarded me with a euphoric noise I’d never heard him make before, my name in a stuttering groan. I filed that away for later. Did he like pain?

Rolling us carefully so as not to hurt my bruised back he reversed our positions, tugging his boxers down to free his manhood, fully hard and dripping precum. Bracing himself with a hand next to my head he took my hand and wrapped it around himself. I loved the feeling of his slick member in my hand and gladly took over stroking him so he could use both hands to hold himself up. He grunted softly, bucking into my hands when I got an idea. It hurt to tighten my core enough to lean up but I didn’t care as I captured on of his nipples with my teeth. Not crazy hard but enough to hurt.

Best decision ever.

He *whimpered* as a hand caught the back of my head. “Ah, fuck, good girl.”

Carefully I did it again, sucking the sensitive nub this time and he came with a shudder and gasp, hot ropes shooting over my stomach as he pulsed in my hand.

Falling back I smirked up at him as he panted, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Imma quick study Daddy.”

With a soft growl he bent down to kiss me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth in a dominating fashion. Inwardly I I smiled as I remained submissive and pliant beneath him, a touch of satisfaction at knowing I’d figured out something he liked without having to be told.

I couldn’t wait to figure out more.

——

Jey POV

I checked Jason’s overnight bag for the umpteenth time, as if it would make my cousin appear any faster. Two weeks and we’d been busy with schedules shifting, adopting a puppy who would come home from his foster family in a few days and Aurora fretting over her class work as she struggled with varying bouts of anxiety and depression and horny. Some days she couldn’t get enough and less often she would wave me off, being “touched out”. It stung the first time but she explained it was nothing personal, it was usually if Jason had been extra clingy during the day while I was busy. Something else the dog might help with.

Tonight we would finally have the house to ourselves again, Jason having been invited to a sleepover at Joe’s house. Aurora’s bruises had faded days ago and her crying bouts had mostly ceased, except for when a nightmare struck. It stoked my pride to see her slowly getting comfortable, her confidence building Lego brick by Lego brick.

When my older cousin finally pulled up to collect Jason I met him outside and by her own choice, Aurora remained indoors. Jonathan and Trinity were plenty for her right now. It hadn’t been the easiest thing to keep from Joe, he’d noticed me on my phone all the time and overall better, more focused attitude. But he hadn’t asked and I hadn’t offered.

“You good man?” Being him he hopped out to help me secure Jason into the toddler seat in the back of the SUV. It was such a soccer mom car I couldn’t help but smile every time he pulled up in it, happy as a fucking lark.

“Yeah.” I passed Jason off who was more than happy to see his ‘uncle’. “You, big guy?”

Nodding he confirmed he was doing good and so were his wife and kids and I found myself nodding but not listening as he filled me in on their lives. Instead I was daydreaming about quivering golden thighs and a southern accent singing my praises when he waved a big hand in front of my face, looking bemused.

“Josh? His bag? Hey, earth to Josh?”

I realized I was still holding Jason’s overnight bag in my hand, hanging at my side.

“I’m sorry dawg. Jus distracted is all.” I handed over the bag and he laughed.

“Yeah, I can tell. Anything you wanna talk about?”

Sucking my teeth I shook my head. Part of me did want to tell him, knew he might even be able to offer some advice for how to deal with the issues Aurora was facing and how to help her. But I had to respect her request.

“Nah, thanks though. You know I’ll come to you.” That seemed to satisfy him for the moment and he hugged me tightly before sliding into the drivers seat.

“I’ll let you know when we’re there. Want me to call you?”

“It’s okay, y’all just have fun alright?”

He nodded and I waved at them as he took off. Not that I didn’t want to hear from them, I certainly wanted the text, but I wanted to focus of Aurora for the night. There was no doubt in my mind my son was safe.

I waited until they’d turned out of sight to head back inside, nerves twisting in my chest. For the last few days I’d kept my hands to myself for the most part, wanting her needy and desperate tonight. If her squirming last night was any indication she was ready. I’d soothed her distressed little whimpers with a quiet promise of “tomorrow baby”.

Sure enough she was waiting at the top of the stairs dressed in nothing but one of my tshirts and her underwear, simple cotton boyshorts. My body stirred to life at the sight as I climbed the stairs slowly, like I was stalking her. Aurora’s eyes widened and she backed up a few steps, hesitation flickering across her face. We’d established a safe word this morning, “code red”, and everything would stop. She knew that’s all she had to say.

“You ready for me baby?”

Her little pink tongue darted out to lick her plush lips and she nodded, eyes fixed on me. Seeing her there, framed in the low light of dusk was something else, it was like her dark auburn hair was on fire and all the different colors in her hazel orbs stood out.

“Gotta say it.”

“I’m ready Daddy.”

This time when I advanced she held her ground, reaching out a hand in an innocent display of trust and willingness. I pulled her close, kissing her cheekbones and lips chastely.

“Yeah?” Her little shivers as I ran my hands up and down her sides fed the hardness growing in my jeans. Biting her earlobe softly before I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear. “Want me to fill you up with my cock? Make that empty feelin you talk about go away?”

She gasped softly when I lightly pinched a nipple through the soft cotton. “Yes please.”

I growled, using my body to push hers towards my bed, and she made a cute noise in her throat. At the doorway I caught her around the waist and cupped her heat through the boyshorts, digging the heel of my hand into her clit when I found the cloth soaked through. “Fuck yeah you are baby. Your poor little body’s cryin for me.”

For whatever reason Aurora’s own desire turned me on harder than I’d been before. Every time my fingers probed her entrance like they were now she was slick. It would have been easy to half-ass the way I handled her but no, I was going to make sure I ruined her for anyone else in the best way.

Sliding my middle finger into her waiting pussy, her walls immediately tightening around it, I dug my palm into her clit harder than before and started making circles. Her head fell back against my chest and she squeezed my arm. “Oh Josh!”

“That’s right baby, this pussy belong to me, you hear me?”

She whined and thrust her hips into my hand. “Yes!”

“Fuck.” I swore, not wanting to wait another second. Removing my hand from her I tugged the shirt off and nudged her backwards gently until she was laid out on the dark blanket. Out of my own clothes quickly I knelt at her feet, finding it cute when she squeezed her legs together.

“Nuh uh baby girl.” Taking her ankles I slowly parted her legs and ran my hands up their smoothness, watching intently at the muscles in her abdomen and thighs jumped in anticipation. Hooking my fingers under remaining garment I tugged it down her legs slowly, carefully, kissing a path down as I did so. The whimper and whines were delicate and sweet, just like her taste. Licking her hard and fast I thrust a finger back into her, making her hips buck.

“Josh, I - oh it feels so good!”

Continuing my assault on her clit with my tongue I very carefully added a second finger to the first, meeting resistance as her body tried to accommodate the change. Pressing forward I stretched her carefully, taking note of how her sounds changed. Pausing I looked up at her.

“How you doin?”

Aurora blinked and shifted her lower body ever so slightly. Her voice was thick with lust when she answered me.

“S’a little uncomfortable but I can take it.”

Slowly, I scissored my fingers within her before hooking them to massage her walls and she gasped.

“Good girl, gotta get you ready for me.”

Repeating the motion over and over again I hoped to prepare her. Sucking her nub between my lips again she dug her hands into my hair, gripping for all she was worth as I anchored her hips with my other arm.

“Yes, yes, oh I’m gonna cum!”

Perfect, I wanted to get her off before we actually had sex. There wasn’t a way for me to make it completely pain free but I was going to try. Like in my fantasies those thighs quivered uncontrollably, her walls clenched and she writhed as her orgasm ripped through her.

Taking my time I slowed my motions, drawing out her pleasure as long as I could before kissing my way back up to her face. Wrapping her arms around my neck Aurora pulled herself up to kiss me deeply, her inexperience showing when she tried to deepen the kiss and our teeth clacked together.

“I’m sorry!”

Laughing I kissed her again, until she was moaning into my mouth and her body shifting beneath me. Her fingers found the top of my boxers and gave a slight tug. Understanding I moved off her and removed them, stroking my leaking cock a few times as I knelt back over her, settling between her knees. She swallowed thickly.

“Point of no return baby. You ready?” I let my fingers trail over her, dipping in slightly to relish the wet heat that would envelope me soon. Biting her lip she nodded.

“Go slow?”

“Course baby.”

My own heart was pounding in excitement. Leaning over I braced myself on an elbow while reaching between us to drag the head of my dick over her slit, loving the way she shook and whimpered. Again she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in for a kiss. I pressed the tip into her slowly, wanting nothing more than to thrust hard and fast, but also desperately wanted her to relax and not hurt.

She was so tight and hot and wet it was like heaven. Pushing a little deeper I could see she was becoming uncomfortable when her eyes closed tightly and she took a deep breath.

“That’s it, a little more baby. Just a little more.” Pressing in deeper I groaned when her body fastened around me like a vice, my control was slipping. Aurora panted and wiggled, digging her nails into my shoulders, tears collecting in her eyes.

“Hurts…” I kissed her tears away.

“I know, I know. S’gonna be okay.” Withdrawing until only the very tip remained within her I prayed she’d forgive me for what was gonna come next. Claiming her lips I thrust, deep and hard until I’d bottomed out.

Swallowing her wail I did it again, fisting a hand in her hair and pulling her close while I kept my body supported on my elbow and knees. She cried out and tried to twist away.

“Ow! Ow! Too big! Hurts too much!”

Lost to the sensation of being buried in her I growled, “C’mon baby, relax and take what your Daddy has for you.”

“Josh!” I couldn’t tell what she was feeling but she hadn’t said the safe word so I thrust deep again.

Looking down I could see how she’d painted me with her trust and the last bit of my need to hold back fell away. She belonged to me. Mine. Mine alone.

Heat wound through me, burning in my lower belly as my orgasm built. I hooked her knees over my shoulders and leaned back to take in the sight of our bodies bound together.

Aurora looked ethereal, her skin flushed a beautiful rose gold, hair spread around her like fire and silver tracks on her face from her tears. The words started tumbling out of me as I pumped in and out of her, watching her face change slowly from pain to pleasure.

“I fucking own this pussy, you hear me? You’re mine.”

Her breath caught but she didn’t speak.

I thrust harder, the sounds of our skin meeting driving me more.

“You belong to me, feel me? Another man touches you and I’ll rip his fucking head off.” Her hands clutched at my biceps and she nodded.

“Imma breed this gorgeous pussy over and over, say you want it, tell me who’s fucking you baby.”

“You Daddy, I want you and only you to fill me up forever.” Auroras soft southern accented whisper fell over me like water, burning down my spine to settle in my tightening balls.

“Yeah, that’s right.” I started circling her clit with a thumb and her walls squeezed me even tighter.

Fuck, I was gonna cum soon. Her body was so intoxicating, it was like she’d been custom built to fit me.

“Gonna nut soon baby. Want Daddy to fill you up with my cum?”

She tilted her hips upward and I almost came undone. “Yes!”

“Ah fuck, oh I love you Rori baby!” Her body squeezed around me in another orgasm driving me over the edge into my own. Lights exploded behind my eyelids as my cock pulsed deep within her, over and over as I filled her like I’d promised.

Collapsing, I could hardly keep all my weight off her as I kissed her all over her face and neck. “You did so good baby.”

She sighed and nuzzled into my neck. Carefully, slowly, I withdrew from her and rolled to my side to drink in the sight of her, well fucked and disheveled and the proof I was the only man to touch her painting her thighs. Aurora hesitantly met my gaze.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“You-you said you loved me.” She looked fearful, like I was going to be upset with her for mentioning it.

“Yeah baby, I meant it.” I’d been thinking it a while now, it had just finally come out. May as well own up to it.

Rori gave a small sob of relief before breaking into a perfect smile. “I love you too.”

Leaning in I kissed her again before sliding my arms under her. “Forever, promise baby.”

“Where are we going?”

“Gotta get us cleaned up. Want you ready for round two.” I winked at her and she smiled. “But really, how you feelin?”

“Good, sore but good.” I felt relieved now, not realizing how much I’d been worried she wouldn’t enjoy herself.

“So we saying we love each other now?” I smirked at her as I got the bath started.

Her eyes lit up hopefully. “Is that okay?”

I held her face, kissing her softly. “I love you Aurora Begay.”

“I love you, Joshua Fatu.”

I wasn’t sure I could get any happier than I was now.

Epilogue -

4 1/2 years later, August 2024 SummerSlam

Aurora POV

I didn’t think I’d ever get used to how loud these arenas are. It was worse than walking the stage to get my degree earlier that Spring. My stomach turned over yet again in anxiety as the match progressed and Josh was slung out of the ring. Digging a hand into my bag I clutched desperately for an anti-nausea candy. Joe’s wife Galina put a hand on my shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah, just nerves.”

I felt bad fibbing to her but wanted Josh to know before anyone else and I’d intentionally saved the surprise for tonight, knowing he was “going over” in his championship match.

Finally.

Jason screamed and cheered next to me, at almost eight he could just barely see over the barricade. The man Josh was wrestling, Gunther, swaggered by, yelling at us “shut up” and something about “crushing hopes”. Little dude stuck out his tongue and made a “Nyah!” sound and I swear I saw the tall blond laugh as he turned away. In any other circumstance I may have been upset but after meeting the sweet, soft spoken Austrian and had the plans for the interactions explained it didn’t bother me.

At first, integrating into Josh’s life on the road had been difficult, even if I hadn’t expressed it. But eventually I’d adjusted to the constant business, schedule changes and stream of large, imposing friends. My main focus was on keeping Jason’s schoolwork on track as we traveled and I had become an unofficial babysitter of sorts when other superstars who were traveling with their kids needed some extra hands.

Josh’s jealousy had been an issue and still was but we were working through it. Couples therapy was great for helping him realize trust was key and that he’d have to relax and have faith I wasn’t leaving him. On the other hand my traumas and a lifetime of abuse had left me with some bad habits and I’d had to learn he wasn’t going to snap on me suddenly and become someone else.

Like all marriages it was give and take.

The crowd roared again as Josh rallied against some nasty slaps to the chest. I HATED the sound it made and the bruises I’d knew he’d have afterwards but I cheered too. The end was finally approaching and I was ready. We’d been at the venue all day and my feet were killing me.

I may have only been three months along but my back hurt already and sitting in these hard chairs was not helping. Shifting I clutched my chest when Josh climbed to the top rope yet again and threw us a big smirk over his shoulder with a wink. He was wearing that fanged grill he knew I loved and my heart skipped a beat.

I could hear Michael Cole from where I sat. “USO SPLASH USO SPLASH”

1-2-3

To say the arena exploded would have been an understatement. For well over a year now people had been behind “Jey Uso’s” solo run and it was finally paying off as we all jumped to our feet screaming and clapping for him. I didn’t cry until I heard the emotion in Samantha’s voice as she spoke into the microphone.

“AND THE NEW WWE CHAMPION…”

The next fifteen minutes were a blur of celebration and it was another ten after that before we made it to the back. Waiting patiently in guerrilla while everyone took turns congratulating a beaming Josh, who looked absolutely stunning with that big belt slung over his shoulder, I nudged Jason. “I think it’s time little dude.”

I’d only told the little boy my plan right before we’d headed out to ringside, not wanting him to blurt out the news to his dad. He’d been bouncing on his heels ever since we got backstage.

“Finally!” Pulling his hoody off he ran up to his father and grabbed his arm as Josh pulled out of a hug from Bayley.

She noticed Jason’s shirt first pointing and making a bird like noise.

“What’s your shirt-holy shit! Oh my god!”

Josh scrunched up his nose in confusion and made Jason step back a little so he could read it out loud.

“Best Big Brother?”

It took a few seconds for recognition to ripple through the small space, a smile hitting his twins face first as he was still silent and processing.

“No way!”

Cody smirked and smacked Josh on the shoulder. Gunther gave a double thumbs up.

Trinity gawked and shook me a little before pulling me into a hug. “How long!?”

Josh finally turned to me, his face unreadable and everyone quieted a bit again. Normally “Jey Uso” wasn’t the man you could count on to be so still. Panic exploded in my chest. What if I’d been wrong? What if he hadn’t meant it when he said he wanted to try? I replayed him asking me about trying once I graduate. Had I misunderstood?

“For real?” His voice was soft but thick with emotions I couldn’t easily decipher. I rang my hands together and felt Trinity tighten her arm around my shoulders.

I nodded hesitantly. “Yeah, three months.”

Taking a deep breath he hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few seconds. Cody and Jon looked concerned.

“Josh? You good man?”

When he finally moved it was to take several strides and pull me into his arms in a big hug. It wasn’t until then that I realized he was crying.

“Josh?”

“They’re happy tears baby.” He finally straightened and swiped at his face before pulling Jason into our hug. “Today’s been a good fucking day you guys.” Everyone else in the area relaxed and went back to congratulating us.

By the time we made it back to the hotel that night everyone was exhausted, Josh had to carry a sleeping Jason back to our room. Curling up I relished the feeling of his arms around me, my back nestled to his front as he rubbed my bare stomach.

“You sure? You still so little baby.” He kissed my neck and nuzzled the spot behind my ear, a habit I’d learned meant he wanted sex even if we couldn’t in the moment.

“I’m sure. Gonna go for the first ultrasound next week, made sure to schedule it for when you’d be home.”

It amazed me when he was ready to go after a long match but also I found it insanely hot when came back all sweaty and disheveled. More than once he’d tugged me into a closet in a random arena for a post match quickie. Now he nipped my ear.

“Part a why I love you so much is cuz you’re always doin thoughtful shit like that. Thank you.”

Tears burned my nose and this time I didn’t fight them. When he looked worried I shook my head and repeated his earlier statement. “Happy tears. Never dreamed I’d be so happy.”

“I got you baby, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

That night I dreamed of twins, a boy and a girl, with dark curly hair and coffee colored eyes running back and forth across a wrestling ring.

The End

#wwe #the bloodline #fanfiction #jey uso #jey uso fanfiction #writing #ao3 writer #its done #holy shit #omg I finally finished something #jey uso smut #smutty fanfiction

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missmitchieg · 2 years ago

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BuckTaylor playing wingman for each other would have been so cute and fun and nice. Why did she have to kiss him after establishing not once but twice that she just wanted a friend again?

Taylor Kelly + Just wanting a friend

#seriously why?#i would've been fine with friendly BuckTaylor #they simply Do Not Work romantically #because she's too similar to Buck 1.0 #in such a way that her presence in his life in a romantic way #completely sabotages all of the progress he makes #not chasing love from someone who flip flops on whether they want him or not #Example 1: 2x08 when he that he didn't wanna be That Guy that has meaningless sex and then doing exactly that with her #(Also Tay said ''I'm a grown woman Buck. And I'm the one who sent you the drink remember?'' and that is some Buck 1.0 shit right there)#Example 2: Also 2x08 when Buck went to apologize and she proposed news van sex like THAT is some Buck 1.0 shit as well #Dear God and when she calls him to ask him out for coffee #She was chasing him #(Even Chimney calls her out on being Buckette 1.0 like come ON)#And in 4x08 he called her for the double date and she WENT #and even when Albert said that Buck told him very little about her she STAYED #being upset that his friends apparently know nothing about her when she knows everything about them and expecting the date to be just them #(side note: GIRL YOU SHOULDA RAN RIGHT THERE)#and some sex because Buckette 1.0 would obviously lol #also he's not ''intimidated by strong women'' he literally just barely gets along well with himself it's kinda part of why he's in therapy #ALSO (I know anyone else would also be offended that's not the point ok? the point is this is Buck Behavior) Tay ran bc she was offended #that Buck only called her because he knew she would come running for him and not because he actually wanted to see his friend #Example 3: 5x09 when he literally chased her down the stairs to convince her to stay for dinner #Example 4: Also 5x09 when he chased her all the way to the fucking Prison after she expressly told him not to go #Example 5: STILL 5x09 when he literally chased her back up stairs into the bedroom #but her presence in a platonic way seemed to not do as much negatively for him #GOD kissing him sabotages not only Buck but ALSO Taylor #tag rants with Mitchie

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crashdevlin · 4 years ago

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Swan Song

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-six of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n is living life without marks and without alpha influence...but the End is nigh...sacrifices must be made.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, mentions of Alpha!Dean x Omega!Lisa

Word count: 3583

Story Warnings: angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, canon major character deaths and resurrections

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"So, where are we this week, girl? Hawaii, Puerto Rico?" Bobby asked and you smiled, looking around the dirty Canadian dive bar.

"Santo Domingo. Gotta love the Dominican," you lied.

"Where you really?"

You took a drink of your beer and picked at the peeling vinyl of the table top. "Saskatoon. Cursed church bell, drives people to suicide when they hear it."

"Need help?"

"Nah. I've got this. Just need to convince the vicar to let me melt down a bell that's been part of their church since the 1800s. No big deal." You sighed and scratched at your turtleneck. "How are they?"

"Thought you didn't wanna know about them, Y/n."

"Didn't want to be attached to them. Not the same thing."

Bobby sighed. "They took a trip through Heaven a few days ago...got a message from the big man Himself."

"God? They talked to God?" you asked, eyes wide.

"Talked to someone talks to God...and God said they're on their own."

"Sounds like God...handle it yourself but worship me for 'guiding' you." You rolled your eyes. "Sam isn't taking that well, is he?"

"Dean's taking it worse."

"What? Dean doesn't care about God."

"Think it's more that God was the last hope and He ain't playin'. What are we even supposed to do now, right?"

"Right." A hopeless Dean Winchester was a problem. No telling what he might do. “I’m sure everything will work out. If God isn’t worried, then I guess we shouldn’t worry.”

"Well, I hope you're right, Y/n." You nodded. You were hoping the same. "I'll call next time we got something new."

"Okay. Good luck, Bobby."

"You too."

You slid your phone into your pocket and took a drink of your beer. Things would be fine...or they wouldn't. Only time could tell.

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You didn't answer when the call came in from Dean's number. You didn't answer five minutes later when the call came in from Dean's other number. You pulled off into a gas station when your phone dinged with a voicemail message.

"Shoulda known you wouldn't answer...but I really wanted to hear your voice, Y/n. Guess your outgoing message will have to do." He cleared his throat. "I've been thinking about you since you left. Nothing is ever right when you're gone. I think you need to know that. I know why you left. I know I was never really good at being with you. I didn't give you a reason to stay. I should have. But you...you had to leave. You had to make that hard decision and I love you for that. Nobody wanted you to make that decision, to free us, but it was the right choice and I love that you made it. I love you for calling me out on my bullshit. You always did that for me." He sniffled and you could imagine him wiping at his eyes. "And you always kept tryin', even though I pushed you away all the time. You should have given up on me a long time ago and you didn't. I love you, Y/n. I should have said it a long time ago...but more I should have showed you. I should have showed you."

You wiped at your eyes and bit your bottom lip. "I really hope you got to see the world, but if you're on the home continent…stay away from the Midwest. I don't know how big the fight's gonna get."

"Oh, God. Dean, what are you doing?" you whispered as you clicked out of your voicemail to call him back. He didn't answer. "Damn it, Winchester!" You called his other cell, but still didn't get an answer. So you called John's cell. "Where’s Dean?"

John sighed. "Indiana. He's on the goodbye tour."

You rolled your eyes. Indiana meant Lisa. Of course. "He's going to say 'yes', isn't he? After everything, he's going to give up?"

"We aren't going to let him. Sam, Castiel, and I are on our way to stop him."

"You better. He does not get to give up."

"We won't let him," John promised.

"How?"

"We've got an angel on our side, remember? And Castiel really isn't happy about Dean throwing away his sacrifice. We'll keep him safe."

You let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "Let me know if anything bad-"

"Don't worry. We're gonna take care of him."

"Thank you, John."

"Maybe you should call him, though."

"I tried," you responded. "He didn't answer." You shook your head. "It's fine. Get his head on straight. It'll be okay."

"Right. It'll be okay."

"Bye, John." You hung up and set the phone on the passenger seat. You looked up at the sky through your windshield. "I know you don't care about what your angels are doing, but please don't let Dean say 'yes'. Please. I don't ask for a lot but please give me this."

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"You should come to Detroit." Bobby's words didn't seem worried. Everything about the tone said it was past time to worry.

"What happened?"

"Sam said 'yes' and-"

"What?!"

"It was supposed to be the end of it, Y/n. He was supposed to get control back from Lucifer and jump into the Cage. It was a good plan. Dean and John even approved it, much as they could, ya know, and it-"

"He really thought he was gonna get control from the Devil? Of course it didn't work!" You ran your hand down your face and dug your fingers into your collarbone through your shirt. "So Lucifer has his perfect vessel...what about Michael? Dean didn’t…"

"No, but John's other son did. Heaven brought Adam back from the dead."

"That was nice of 'em. The dumbass said 'yes' because of course he did. So...the fight is...is happening."

"Yeah." He waited a moment. "Come to Detroit."

You sighed. The End. The end of the fight. The end of trying to stop it. The end of the End. "I'm on my way, Bobby."

There was a dark cloud over the city when you pulled the Firebird in next to the Impala in the alleyway outside their hotel. You could feel the hopelessness in the air as you opened the door Bobby indicated in an earlier text and walked in. Dean's eyes raised to meet yours as Bobby rushed to you and wrapped you in a hug. You dropped your duffel and wrapped the redneck in your arms, happy to see him up out of the wheelchair.

"Since when do you walk again?"

"Oh." He looked down at his body as he stepped back. "Demon deal. Added perk. It's a long story."

"Family tradition, those demon deals. At least you got something good out of it."

"Fer a few days."

You patted his shoulder and smiled. "Comes down to it, all we got is a few days at a time."

Dean stood and stepped toward the doorway. "Hey."

"Hey. I'm sorry...about Sam. I know you were all hoping-"

Dean opened his arms but didn't hug you. He waited for you to step into the embrace, green eyes shining with unshed tears as he waited for you to make your choice. There wasn’t a big choice there. Hold a grudge...or hold the man you love. You stepped into him and wrapped your arms around his chest. His arms closed around you and you felt warmth and anguish in the way he held you. There was pain in his scent, anger and hopelessness, but there was a little niggle of comfort as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

There wasn’t a lot said. It was the first time it really felt like a last night on earth. Even the Angel seemed to recognize that things were done. The fight was over. Everything was about to be over.

“I want you to know,” Dean whispered as the sun started going down.

“I know,” you answered. You knew what he would say. It held different significance on a night like that one.

“No. You don’t. You really don’t know...I’ve apologized for pushin’ you away, Y/n, but I need you to know...I thought I was doing the right thing for you. I love you.”

“Dean. I know. Shhh.”

“You’re everything I ever wanted.”

“Everything you ever wanted Sam to have,” you corrected. “Now, shush.” The silence lasted for a few minutes before Dean left, saying he needed some air.

“We did everything right and it doesn’t even matter in the end,” John said, staring at the ceiling.

“Nah. We didn’t do everything right...and it does matter. What we do is more important than anything.” You sighed and leaned forward, resting your head on your knees. “I should have gone to Thailand.”

“Don’t you want to be here with us in your last moments?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah. But I wish these weren’t the last moments.”

Castiel nodded in agreement, before standing. “We should go down...Dean is-”

“Leaving,” you guessed, rushing down to the alleyway without waiting for the others, approaching as he looked in the trunk of the Impala. “Dean?”

“You goin’ someplace?” Bobby asked. “You’re goin’ to do somethin’ stupid. You got that look.”

“I’m gonna go talk to Sam,” Dean answered, heading for the driver’s door.

“You just don’t give up,” Bobby chastised.

“It’s Sam!”

“If you couldn’t reach him here, you’re certainly not going to be able to on the battlefield,” Castiel tried.

“Well, if we’ve already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?” Dean reasoned.

“Boy, this is a bad idea. I don’t wanna lose both of you,” John said.

Dean shook his head. “Too late.”

“I just want you to understand...the only thing that you’re gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother,” Castiel said.

“Well, then I ain’t gonna let him die alone.”

You watched Dean drive away, knowing that he was on his way to his death. “Fuck. We should follow him, right?”

“No. We need to figure out how to even up the chances a little,” John offered. “Hail Mary brainstorm session. Come on. Let’s do this.”

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“So...we’re all gonna die,” you said, looking around the room. “We are going to this fight...the fight...to pull distraction long enough for Dean to maybe get through to Sam long enough for Sam to sacrifice himself and throw himself and Lucifer into the Cage. We’re going to die.”

Everyone took deep breaths and nodded. “It’s our only shot,” Bobby said. “For the whole planet, Dean is our only shot.”

“And like the boy said...if we’ve already lost, what do we have to lose?” John said.

"Might as well go down doing something potentially beneficial,” you whispered. “Okay...let’s do this.”

Castiel teleported you to Stull Cemetery just in time to hear Dean tell Michael that he needed five minutes with Lucifer. “Hey, assbutt!” Cas called out, holding up his Molotov cocktail of Holy Fire. The bottle exploded as it hit Michael and he went up in flames. The Angel didn’t last long after that. Lucifer didn’t appreciate the Angel from the lower choir ‘dick’ing with Michael. Castiel exploded into blood and chunks of Angel.

Dean demanded Sam’s attention, but only Lucifer could hear. He grabbed Dean, intent to beat him to death, but Bobby shot at the Archangel, which earned him a snapped neck. John launched himself at Lucifer next and he was thrown across the cemetery, hitting a large stone angel statue. Michael reappeared as Lucifer was beating Dean’s face in with Sam’s fists. You grabbed Adam’s jacket, trying to keep Michael from stopping the altercation. Dean was getting through. You could see it in the hesitation on Sam’s face. You couldn’t let Michael stop it.

“You stupid fucking monkey!” Michael growled, wrapping Adam’s hand around your throat. You sputtered and kicked as he clenched his fist around your neck, cutting off your air. The sound your hyoid made when your throat was crushed like a soda can followed you into the darkness.

So did the sound of crickets. But that wasn’t right. There shouldn’t be crickets in Heaven.

Your eyes blinked open slowly, a sky full of stars greeting you before being filled in by the vision of hazel eyes and a smile. “John? Why are you in my Heaven?”

“Not Heaven, kid. We’re alive, Y/n. Castiel brought us back.” He offered you his hand and you sat up, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

“Who brought Cas back?” you asked. “Because didn’t Lucifer blow him to shit?”

“Yeah. Can only assume God brought him back, just like last time he was blown up by an Archangel.”

“Well, that’s...very nice of God considering that he...didn’t want to help.” John nodded, but he seemed distracted as he let his fingers move to encircle your wrist. “What’s wrong?”

“You...smell really good,” he whispered, his cheeks going pink. “I should…” He cleared his throat and stepped back away from you. “Think everything got renewed.”

You reached up and gingerly touched the area where your concave scars were. You were met with plush, plump skin under the fabric of your turtleneck. When you pulled the shirt away from your neck, you were met with completely smooth skin. No marks, no scars. Pristine.

"I'm…"

"Omega again." John licked his lips and stepped further back. “Unmarked, pure omega.”

“I’m...this is insane. I can’t believe he just...made me...a normal omega again.”

John nodded and cleared his throat. “I think it’s a real good thing, don’t you?”

You nodded and smiled. “I think it’s an amazing thing.”

“Why don’t we go ahead and see if we can find Dean.”

You smiled a bit sadly. “I know where Dean is.”

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Watching Dean through the front window of Lisa Braeden’s Cicero home made your heart crack. The pain was immense, a longing taking up residence in your chest as you watched Dean hold her, his nose buried in the crook of her neck. Scenting her...his omega.

“You could knock,” John suggested, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. You were sure he was trying to keep from physically comforting you. As much as you wanted the comfort, you appreciated John trying to keep his distance more. “You know he’d be happy to see you alive.”

You shook your head. “No. He’s dreamed of this, John. He dreams of her.” You clutched at your shirt collar. You'd changed into a v-neck on the way to Indiana, excited to show Dean but you knew now that it didn't matter. "He deserves her...and the kid...and any kids she might give him of his own. He deserves to be happy. Let's just...let's go."

"Are you sure?" John asked as you turned away.

"My car is in Detroit. Let's go."

You stared out the window as John drove. It was a blow but not one you couldn't overcome. Dean wasn't ever going to be yours and it was best for you to recognize that and move forward. You were a brand new omega. No marks, no scars from cutting the old marks out. No Dean. No Sam. John, well, he was being nice now but it was going to be best for you to stay away from him, too. You would do best by yourself just like you had since you cut your marks out. You were better alone.

"Don't leave yet," John said as he pulled the stolen car in beside your Pontiac. "You should get some sleep. Get a room, get some rest. Don't drive on this."

You reached over and set your hand on his cheek. "Underneath it all, you're a good man, John. I really appreciate it when you let that man out for me." You swiped your thumb across his cheekbone and smiled. "I'll get a room...but not here. Detroit is not a good place...it's where we lost Sam. Get some rest yourself, though."

"You've got my number. If you ever need anything, Y/n, I'll be there."

You nodded and smiled tightly. "I'll try not to need anything." You got out of the car and headed for yours. Maybe you'd actually travel the world this time. Maybe you'd just hunt the same as always. But you were going to try to not need a damn thing.

You drove out of Detroit and headed South, not stopping until your eyes began to vibrate with lack of sleep. You pulled over into a rest stop and turned off the car, lying the seat back and curling up on your side, waiting for sleep to take you.

Dean would be happy. That was the important thing. Dean was going to be happy with his normal life and you could be happy saving lives...without an alpha. Without anyone. Just you and the road and a good hunt...until you died.

You dreamed of Dean. You dreamed of taking Lisa's place in the normal life...so that you could be what Dean deserved. But even in your dream, Dean made excuses. "I love you...but I can't mark you." "I love you but I can't be with you." "I love you but…"

You blinked your eyes open a few hours later and gasped to see a figure in your passenger seat. You sat up and stared wide-eyed at Sam. "Am I still asleep?"

"Well, I'm not Dean so I'm guessing you're awake."

You ignored the gut shot about Dean and reached into the back, quickly splashing holy water on him and waiting for the sizzle that never came. You pulled your silver knife next and Sam dutifully offered his hand. "Why do you idiots always go for the most nerve-heavy extremity when getting cut? Take the jacket off and give me your bicep or roll your damn pant leg up, you jerk," you snapped. Sam just smirked as he pulled his jacket and flannel off. You were really expecting him to burn with the silver but he didn’t...and moreover, he smelled like Sam. He was not a ghoul. You laughed as you dropped the knife in the center console. "How in the world did you get out of the Cage? I know how hard it is to get out of Hell, but you went into Lucifer’s Cage."

"Can't tell ya." Sam shook his head. "Just woke up in Stull Cemetery, went to check on Dean, saw you and Dad...decided to follow you."

"Why didn't you say something in Cicero?" you asked, analyzing Sam's face. He seemed off. Why would he follow you instead of talking to you and John? Talking to Dean?

"You were with Dad...and I could smell you from across the street, Y/n...I knew you came back all new and improved. Wanted to see what you would do about that. Turns out...nothing."

"You didn't tell Dean you're back?"

"Neither did you." Sam tilted his head and smirked. "He thinks we're both dead...and that means he's gonna stay in Cicero with Lisa. He's going to live a normal life with a normal woman. He's not going to die on some job before he reaches forty. He deserves that...and that's why neither of us knocked on that door."

"So, you're just gonna dive back into the work headfirst and...forget about Dean?"

"Forget? No. But I'm going to leave him the Hell alone. He left me alone at Stanford for years until Dad disappeared and Jess died. Don't you think he deserves the same treatment?"

You looked away and pulled your seat up straight. "Of course he does. He deserves everything.”

“So, we’re going to let him have it, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Sam reached out and set his hand on your knee. “And we can have what we deserve.”

You looked down at his hand, disgust filling you. “Remove it, or I will remove it for you.”

“Come on. You don’t really have a reason to deny me. Not with Dean with Lisa.”

You reached down and pulled his hand off of you. “Dean is not the reason I denied you, Sam. Why are we backtracking here? You seemed to understand this before.”

“We had fun before, didn’t we?” Sam asked.

“It doesn’t matter if we had fun...because the fun stopped mattering as soon as you marked me.” The discomfort you were feeling in his presence made you slip your hand under your seat and pick up your pistol. “You were going to rape me, Sam. That kinda ruins any future fun.”

“You would have liked it, Y/n. I wasn’t planning to hurt you too much.”

Having him admit to it so nonchalantly, with a smirk on his lips, filled you with an angry fear. He didn’t even seem to care. It was worse than when he was hopped up on demon blood. You pulled the pistol out and pointed it at Sam’s temple. “Get the fuck out of my car, Winchester.”

He chuckled and put his hands up. “I’ll see you when you get your panties out of that twist, Y/n.” He backed out of the car and turned, a bit of a skip in his step as he walked away. You hit the lock on your doors and turned the engine over. You’d have to do your best to avoid the resurrected Winchester...just like his father...just like his brother. Best to stay alone. Best to get away.

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#cassie writes stuff #spn fanfic #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!john #alpha!sam #alpha!dean #omega!reader #reader-insert #angst

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years ago

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-You Broke Me First- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

A/N: This image is based around the song You broke me first by Tate Mcrae this image with have two endings: angst and fluff

Summary: Draco cheated on you months ago with another Slytherin and you broke it off without second thought (as you should) but Draco wants you back

Warning: cheater Draco, yelling, cursing maybe?

House: Hufflepuff

♡~🐍~♡

It had been months since you last spoke to Draco Malfoy. He used to be the person you loved and thought loved you too. You were surprised that he gave you the time of day, but with some chatting and a bit of flirting you fell for him hard. The day he asked you out would forever be a cherished memory. You were sitting alone on the courtyard when he came up to you with white roses. You’d never forget the nervous look he had until you said yes.

Being official was the best part. He would show everyone your his with sweet kisses or a arm around you. No guy dared to get close to you and you kinda liked not having guys flirt with you anymore. On one of your anniversaries he bought you a necklace. It was a simple silver chain with a beautiful emerald in the middle. It was small and shaped like a teardrop. It had you and Draco’s name on the back of it. You adored it, you still adore it.

When seventh year rolled around Draco started to become distant, push himself away from you or shut you out, leaving you confused and hurt. He wouldn’t sit or talk to you. At one point you thought it was something you had done, but it wasn’t it was never your fault. It was a late night and Blaise invited you too a Slytherin party, Draco wouldn’t give you the time of day anymore.

Blaise told you that it was Draco who wanted you to come, it made your heart flutter in hope that he still cared about you. When you showed up Draco was nowhere to be found. Thats until a girl came out of one of the boys dorms screaming about how she claimed the Slytherin prince. She had hickeys scattered across her neck and was fixing her shirt, your heart dropped as soon as you saw your boyfriend walking out behind her, with his black button up undone and messy hair.

As soon as your eyes met he looked saddened, but looked away right after. Had your meant nothing to him anymore? Tears blurred your vision as you ran off. Blaise calling your name behind you, but you didn’t look back. There was nothing to look back to.

♡~🐍~♡

A week later Blaise had apologized for Draco’s actions and said he’d always be there for you if you needed it. You told him thanks, but he rarely ever talked to you after that either. You didn’t blame him. You wanted to be alone anyway. Draco made no attempt to speak to you. One day, you had gathered his things that he had left at your dorm room in a box. It contained his quidditch jumper, the notes he wrote you during class that you had kept and one of his many silver rings. He would put one on you and say one day you would be Mrs. Malfoy. What a cruel joke.

You walked over to the Slytherin table during breakfast one morning and tapped Blaise’s shoulder he turned to look at you and gave you a smile. He took in the bags under your eyes, that were also puffy and red due to lack of sleep and crying. You gave him a half smile and handed him the box. After that you got up and left the great hall entirely.

♡~🐍~♡

Back to the present. It would have been your fifth anniversary today, why you still kept count? You didn’t know, but it was stupid. Hogwarts was destroyed after the wizard war and it took awhile for it to be put back together, but it happened. You went back to Hogwarts for your 8th year. You were in the program for students who wanted to retake &th year because of the war. You made friends with Hermione, she was pretty sweet.

One day you were walking around the halls when you bumped into someone “Im so sorry i didn’t-” your words were cut off when you came face to face with the man who broke your heart, with the man you were still unfortunately in love with. Draco Malfoy, why did he have to be the one you ran into on your what would have been anniversary “Malfoy, i’m sorry for bumping into you” you said politely before continuing to walk.

“I’m sorry” you heard him shout from behind you making you stop in your tracks “I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me, i’m sorry that i cheated on you, it breaks me to this day and i’d do anything to fix it” your jaw clenched. He was broken? he had no fucking right to say that. You spun on your heels and walked right up to him

“You broke me first, Malfoy” she seethed in anger. He looked shocked. You had never once raised your voice at him and he had never seen you anger. You were kind and sweet. Your were his little Hufflepuff girlfriend. You were his everything. You were enraged, your E/C eyes bore into him. He looked around before grabbing your hand. He pulled you both into a empty classroom.

‘Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself’

You didn’t care, you needed all this anger out and he was going to listen and shut up “Y/N listen. I didn’t tell you a lot of things when we were dating, but i want to now” he said and stepped closer to you, but you just backed away “But you shoulda told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else” your voice cracked slightly. You were going to be a bit emotional about this and you had every reason to be. Draco felt a pang in his chest as you spoke to him. THe hurt coming off of your voice was enough to make him cry.

‘You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now’

“Y/N i’m so sorry. Just let me explain so we can fix this. I want you back in my life. You were supposed to be Mrs. Malfoy remember?” he pleaded and went to grab your hand, but you pulled it away. He couldn’t just say sorry and everything would be okay. That’s not how this works. You turned your head away from him “I know you, you're like this. When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it. And like me, I did. But I ran out of every reason”

Draco listened to you speak, a lump forming in his throat. “Now suddenly you're asking for it back?!” you exclaimed and pushed him away. He stumbled back a bit “Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?” and pushed him again. Tears ran down your face “Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had. But I don't really care how bad it hurts. When you broke me first” you choked out and pushed him one last time.

‘You broke me first’

You were in a full mania and back away, you laughed and wiped your tears from your face with the back of your hand roughly. You sat on top of a desk “Took a while, was in denial when I first heard, That you moved on quicker than I could've ever, you know that hurt” she swung her legs as she spoke remembering two weeks after you broke up he went out with Pansy Parkinson, you heard they broke up after his dad was sent to Azkaban.

“Swear for a while I would stare at my phone necklace just to see your name. But now that it's there, I don't really know what to say” you shrugged half heartedly as your hand fiddles with the necklace he gave around your neck, you never took it off, you just couldn’t. Draco looked at the necklace remembering when he bought it for you. It was a happy memory for him

(the rest of the song isn’t needed so bleh)

♡~🐍~♡

Angst Ending:

You got off the desk and looked one last time at Draco who had tear tracks down his face, you reached behind your neck and unclipped the necklace. You dropped it into your palm and sighed. You finally had closure and got to say what you had wanted to. You walked up to him and grabbed his hand. He looked hopeful for a second before you placed the necklace into his hand and closed it.

“Please don’t do this” he whispered, more tears falling down. You shook your head and looked away, letting go of his hand “Goodbye Draco Malfoy, i wish you the best” you spoke politely, which broke his heart. You pushed open the classroom door and walked out. You walked down the hallway a heavy feeling being lifted off your chest.

After that you felt free and happy without Draco, he still gave you sad glances sometimes, but with Hermione by your side she helped you with it and soon Draco Malfoy was a faded memory and you were stronger than ever.

♡~🐍~♡

Happy Ending:

Draco walked over to you and you turned your gaze away quickly. He leaned in and you tried your hardest to not to look “My father forced me to become a death eater” he said making you gasp. He rolled up his sleeve to show you his dark mark and you covered your mouth with your hand. “He told me that people around me would be my weakness and darling. You are my weakness, because your the person i love the most”

You felt your heartbeat quicken. He still had that effect on you “I needed to get you to leave me, but i couldn’t break up with you. You would know i was lying. You always know when im lying” he laughed quietly “So i invited you to that party so you could see. Paid some girl to pretend to have slept with me. I’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw me” He looked away as you processed the information.

“What about that hickeys?” you asked, like it was the important part in that sentence, which it wasn’t “Blaise” “Blaise knew about this to?” Draco nods “He was a death eater to, after you left i was to be engaged to Pansy” he groaned. He never really liked Pansy, she was too clingy for him. “When my father was sent away i broke it off and came back here to find you” he spoke softly as he cupped your face with one of his hands “Your the only person i would ever want to be Mrs. Malfoy” he smiles.

You crack a smile and lean into his hand, you missed his touch so much. “Will you be mine again Y/N?” he asked, worry behind his tone. If you’d say no he would be broken inside, but he would accept it and leave you alone for the rest of your life. You pulled his hand away and scooted up on the desk, bending your knees and launching yourself at him. You wrapped your arms and legs around the Slytherin boy. Draco stumbled back before wrapping his arms around you tightly “I’ll take that as a yes?” “Yes! You idiot! Don’t you ever do that again Draco Malfoy!”

“I won’t Y/N Malfoy”

♡~🐍~♡

A/N: This one lowkey broke my heart guys, like what in the fuck. Why did i write this? Anyway, if you have a request for Draco send it my way.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy #angst #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #harry potter #potterhead #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #x fem!reader #x female reader #blaise zabini #slytherin

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menofchaos · 4 years ago

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8. “Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

For Angel and Violet please ☺️

Note/Warning: Here is the 2nd story. Its long, its smutty and I hope you guys like it! I also wanna shout out @angelreyesgirl and @blessedboo for being so wonderful and helping me come up with this idea!

Gif credit to sethkate!

Angel and Violet “Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

Angel pulled up to Violet’s shop and got off his bike. He took his helmet off, grabbed the bag of food he brought for her and walked in. Nobody was in the front so he walked down the hallway to her room. He frowned when he saw another man sitting across from her, his hand on her knee. Violet looked up and smiled.

“Hey baby,” she stood up, “Come in.”

Angel walked in as the other man stood too. After a quick assessment, Angel decided he could take him, “Hey, I brought you dinner.”

“Thank you,” she kissed him, “Angel, this is Shawn. Shawn, this is my boyfriend Angel.”

Shawn smiled and held a hand out for Angel to shake, “Nice to meet you, man. Violet told me all about you.”

Angel arched an eyebrow at Violet as he shook Shawn’s hand, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, she said you’re a good dude,” Shawn nodded, “I gotta head out but I’ll see you tomorrow?” he looked at Violet.

“Definitely,” she smiled and hugged Shawn. Angel’s eyes narrowed when he let out a soft sigh, rubbing her sides.

“Nice to meet you, man,” Shawn nodded at him before walking out.

Violet covered her mouth and looked up at Angel, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“What’s going on?” he asked, sitting in the tattoo chair, “Isn’t that the dude from the Inked magazine on your coffee table?”

“Yes,” she moved between his legs, “He mentioned me as one of his favorite artists in that one. He came by today and told me he wants me to tattoo him and do a whole feature on me!”

Angel’s eyes widened, “Holy shit, baby. That’s sick,” he smiled and touched her hips, pulling her into a slow kiss. Her back arched as she pressed closer to him, “Talented little baby,” he whispered against her lips.

She smiled, “Thank you,” she murmured.

“Wait,” he frowned, “Your ex’s name is Shawn.”

“So? I’m with you. I don’t want him,” she ran her nails through his beard gently, “And if he tries to touch me, I’ll stab him.”

“With the tattoo needle?” he joked.

“Nah, I got a knife,” she grinned.

Angel nodded, “Good girl,” he kissed her softly, “I gotta head back. See you later?”

Violet pecked his lips and stepped back, “Yes, come to my place. Thank you for dinner,” she smiled and watched as he stood up, straightening his kutte.

He winked, “I got you,” he smiled before walking out.

Angel knew it was a mistake to mention Shawn to his brothers but he couldn’t help it when they asked how Violet was. They riled him right back up.

“He fuckin moaned when he hugged her? Nah, you shoulda knocked him out,” Coco shook his head, smoke clouding his face.

“You can’t let her do it, bro,” Gilly agreed.

“It’s for her career,” EZ tried to reason.

Coco and Gilly immediately disagreed, “She can’t be alone with that bitch, hermano. I’m telling you.”

By the time Angel got to her place, he was all hyped up. He found Violet curled around her sketchbook, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A candle was lit on the coffee table in front of her and soothing music played from the stereo.

“You can’t tattoo him,” Angel internally winced as he blurted out the words.

Violet frowned, “Excuse me?”

“Shawn,” he explained, “You can’t tattoo him.”

“No, no, I heard you,” Violet sat up, “I just wanna know who you think you are to tell me what to do.”

Angel glared, “Watch how you talk to me.”

She stood, not even clearing his shoulder, “The boys talk you up? Tell you not to trust me? I’m not a weak little bitch, Angel,” she hissed.

“He fucking moaned when he hugged you, Violet,” he arched an eyebrow, “It’s creepy as fuck and I don’t trust it.”

“Trust me!” she snapped, “I’m not gonna give into him if he even makes a move. I don’t want him.”

“You’re gonna be alone with him, Vi,” Angel crossed his arms over his chest, “You’re not doing it.”

She scoffed, “You’re not my father. Do you understand what a huge move this would be for my career? The amount of traction this magazine gets?”

“Then I’m coming to the appointment,” he shrugged.

“You better not,” she shook her head, “I swear to god, Angel, I’ll have you thrown out.”

“Yeah? You’d have me kicked out? Doesn’t sound like you,” he shook his head.

Violet pushed at his stomach, “You keep threatening me like I can’t handle myself! I literally told you I would stab him if he made a move on me and you’re acting like some fucking Neanderthal!”

Angel’s eyes flashed darker, “Don’t put your hands on me, Violet.”

“I know you didn’t just threaten me again,” she glared and went to push him again. Angel covered her throat with his large hand and pressed her against the wall, his body covering hers.

“I told you not to push me,” his voice rumbled in his chest, “I do trust you. But I don’t trust that motherfucker. You’re mine.”

She licked her lips, “Prove it.”

Angel kissed her hard, Violet’s tongue almost immediately meeting his. She unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down, rubbing over his boxers.

His hips twitched and he tugged her shorts down, licking and sucking the skin of her neck. She shivered and pushed his boxers down past his ass, using both hands to get him hard. He growled and grabbed her thighs, picking her up. She gasped when he rubbed his tip along her folds.

Angel looked down to watch his tip push into her, splitting her in half. Violet tilted his head up to kiss him, moaning against his mouth as he started fucking her hard. She gripped his hair, trying to hold onto something as he kept fucking her roughly. He locked eyes with her, watching the pleasure clear on her face.

“You’re mine,” he growled, pounding into her.

“Fuck,” she cried, “I’m yours! Angel!”

“That’s right,” he smirked, “Scream my name, baby.”

It was only a few minutes later that Violet came, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pushed them off the wall and bent her over the kitchen table, holding her hips and fucking her with the same brutal pace.

“Who can give it to you like this?” he panted, his hair falling in his eyes.

Her back arched, “Only you, baby. He could never, oh my god,” she gasped, “Angel, please!”

After each orgasm, he moved her to a different surface. The stool at the breakfast bar, the counter, the couch, the hallway. He eventually tossed her onto the bed, sliding back into her quivering pussy with her legs over his shoulders.

“I’m close,” he groaned, “Fuck, come with me.”

“I can’t,” she cried, “Angel!”

“One more, baby, you can do it,” he smirked when she nodded and rubbed her clit, unable to keep his eyes off her as she fell apart again, sobbing his name with tears running down her cheeks. He pushed deep inside her as he came, grunting. He collapsed next to her and by the time he caught his breath, he looked over at Violet to find her asleep.

Angel was sitting at the table the next morning, drinking coffee and texting EZ when Violet came out of the shower.

“Good morning, baby,” he greeted her.

She smiled and walked over to him, kissing him gently. He reached across the table for the mug he prepared for her. She sat in his lap, wincing as he rested a hand on her thigh.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” he frowned.

“No, I’m just a little sore from last night,” she murmured before taking a sip of her coffee.

Angel smirked, “Let’s see homie try to make a move now.”

She shook her head and kissed him, “You’re crazy. How could I leave after you fucked me within an inch of my life?”

“That was my plan,” he joked, bringing her back in for another kiss.

Angel ended up giving her a hickey on her neck before she left, smirking when she didn’t cover it with make up.

#angel reyes imagine #angel x violet #mayans imagine #prompt list

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hopeless-starry-kingdom · 4 years ago

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you broke me first | Peter Parker

Summary: You have to remind Peter it was his fault you were broken up

read part 1 and 2 here !

song: you broke me first by Tate McRae

a/n: happy valentines day!! hope everyone’s day was good and here is the last part of this mini series :))))

Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself

But you shoulda told me that your were thinking ‘bout someone else

“If you guys are going to make out can you at least do it somewhere else. I’m eating.” MJ put her book back to her eye level as you and Harry pulled away from each other. You blushed and Harry smirked before throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“C’mon, MJ. Don’t be such a cockblock.” You slapped Harry on his arm and he laughed. “If you want I can set you up with one of my friends.”

MJ put her book down and pretended to think about the offer. “A rich daddy’s boy with two functional brain cells, who’s also a fuckboy. I’ll pass” She smiled sarcastically at Harry and he chuckled.

“Have I ever mentioned I like your friends?” You giggled at him and shook your head. MJ flipped him off and you had to bite back your laugh.

“Stop patronizing her.” You tried to be stern but the smirk on Harry’s face paired with MJ lips twitching up didn’t help your case. “Yes madame.”

Or your phones been off for a couple months, so you’re callin’ me now

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours before turning back to eat his lunch. You smile was big as you stared at him but something caught your attention. From behind him you saw Peter, Gwen, and Ned walking. Gwen had her arm wrapped around Peter’s arm. Ned was talking to Gwen about something and Peter was already staring at you. You gave him a small smile and a head nod before turning back to your small group.

“Hey, did Mr. Harrington ever say when the essay was due?”

“I cant keep going. My brain is fried.” You groaned as you flopped down on MJ’s bed and rested your arms over your eyes to block the light from coming in.

“Yeah, i’m pretty burnt too. You hungry? I can order some pizza.”

“Please?” You begged and sat up as MJ was looking for the number on her phone your phone buzzed with a message. It was Harry.

Can you come over tomorrow? I wanna spend time with you <3

You bit your lip go hide to hide the smile that was threatening to come through. Harry was always so sweet with you. He had a cocky front that he showed everyone else, sometimes with you as well. But you knew deep down he was a teddy bear. Texts like this showed that. And even though Harry explained to you that his father never showed him love, and continues not to, he doesn’t see a reason not to show love.

But I ran out of every reason

“Hey, can you please stop sexting Harry? I’m trying to hang out with you.” A pillow collided with your face and you gasped.

“MJ! I’m not sexting Harry. He wants to know if I can hang out tomorrow. It’s sweet.” You quickly responded back to his text and told him you could.

“You two are disgustingly cute. It makes me sick. And tell him to stop hogging you, I feel like he’s always with you. Does he not know he has to share?” You threw your head back and laughed at her.

“So now i’m an object of sharing? Nice to know.” You laughed and soon MJ was joining in with you.

Took a while, I was in denial when I first heard

That you moved on quicker than I coulda ever, you know that hurt

“I’m happy for you, Y/N. I know the whole thing with Peter had you in a funk..” You looked down at your hands and nodded. You still thought about Peter often. Soley because you had him in some of your classes and you constantly saw him around school. But you never thought of him like you used to. You stopped loving the way his smile reached his eyes and lit up the whole room. You stopped loving his curls. You stopped loving his unconditional kindness.

It was over now, officially. You weren’t hurting anymore and it felt so amazing to say it. The storm had passed and had taken Peter Parker with it. You were happy now with Harry. So extremely happy. You didn’t actually think it was possible but after giving the relationship a chance, you couldn’t believe how happy you were with Harry.

You never wanted to depend your happiness on soley being in a relationship. You were better than that. But you were finding you were happy by yourself and with Harry. It was the best middle ground. You thought you had to depend on Peter or a relationship to be content. And it definitely wasn’t true.

“I’m just glad that it’s all over with. And Peter was an asshole to you.” You both laughed at her statement.

“Yeah, i’m glad it’s over too.” She smiled at you before tapping a button on her phone.

“Hi, I’d like to place an order for delivery.”

Swear, for awhile, I would stare at my phone just to see your name

Gwen Stacy gasped as she read the note that fell out of her locker. It was the fourth one this week. And she couldn’t count how many she got over all. Apparently she was a dirty two-faced snake. She preached girl supporting girls but to everyone else she stole someone’s boyfriend which didn’t exactly sit right with the girls of the school. Gwen didn’t mean for it to happen and she tried explaining it to some of the girls in her art class but they just rolled their eyes at her.

“Another one? Let me see.” Peter grabbed the note and read over it before tearing to to shreds.

“Yes, another one Peter. In fact the fourth one this week. And maybe if i’m lucky i’ll get one tomorrow and see what else the girls have to say about me in the girls restroom. I can’t keep doing this Peter.” Gwen slammed her locker and held her head in her hands.

“Ok, well i’ll go talk to Mr. Harrington. Or even the principal. I’ll tell them that it’s been getting out of hand and—”

“No, Peter. That’s not what I mean. I mean I can’t do this. Us.” Gwen crossed her arms over her chest and refused to look at Peter because she knew if she did she’d melt.

“W-what? Gwen, what do mean?”

“Peter I cant keep living like this! People hate me all because you broke Y/N’s heart. And I can’t blame them either becuase you left her for me, you broke the poor girl. I’d hate me too.”

“They’ll get over it! It’s none of their buisness.” He reached over and tried to grab the girls hands but she instantly pulled away.

“Peter, I really like you. I do. But with college applications coming up and school’s scouting, I can’t risk letting this affect me getting into NYU. I don’t have the time for petty school drama.”

“Gwen, cmon. Please, I really like you too. I can figure something out.” He pleaded. He couldn’t let Gwen go, not after everything that happened with you.

“I’m sorry, Pete. I really am.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek before smiling sadly at him. She turned with her books in her hand and walked away.

Peter groaned and kicked the locker next to him. It created a dent and some people began to whisper and point. He sighed before walking to his first class.

‘Did you hear what happened????’

You furrowed yourself brows at MJ’s text. You quickly looked up and seen your teacher pointing to the board and explaining today’s lesson. You placed your phone in your lap as you typed back a response.

‘Hear what? Did Flash trip and fall into the trash again?’

You looked up again and pretended to take notes and waited for her to text back. Once you felt your phone buzz your eyes nearly bulged out of your head

‘No! Though that would make my day— Gwen broke up with Peter! Some junior over heard it from their locker and started to spread it. That’ll show him!’

You gulped as you put your phone away and stared ahead. Peter no longer had Gwen. Peter no longer had the girl he left you for. She ended it with him. You had a mix of emotions. For one you wanted to rub your relationship in his face. He left you for someone and now they broke up with him.

You couldn’t believe how much it back fired on him. You wanted to laugh in his face and call him a huge idiot. You wouldn’t ever dare think of leaving him. He got his karma.

But you also felt a little sad for him. Gwen broke up with him. You couldn’t imagine how upset and sad he was feeling. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of it being his fault. Becuase maybe it was.

The rest of the week was filled with gossip about Peter being dumped by Gwen. The girls said he deserved it but also thought it didn’t excuse Gwen either. She noticed she still got stared in the hall but the whispers stopped and so did the writing in the restroom. It was a start.

They scoffed at Peter and made sure to give him a dirty look. Peter wasn’t feeling too good either. He couldn’t belive he lost you and Gwen. Ned tried to reasure him that it wasn’t meant to be. All Peter did was smile and nod. And then he saw you smiling and laughing with Harry. Living your best life and he felt jealous and angry. Jealous and angry that you were happy without him. And jealous and angry that Harry was the one to kiss you and give you hugs from behind.

That should be me.

He hated himself for thinking that. He broke up with you. He left you. So why was he thinking about you like he had in the past? It dawned on him for the next few days that letting you go was a mistake. He didn’t actually like Gwen, he liked the idea of her. The popular, girl next door version of Gwen Stacy is what he liked. Sure, Gwen was funny and nice and smart but so were you. And much more in his opinion.

He was an idiot who let you go because he liked the idea of someone. He chose that over loving you.

“The blood drive took way longer than I thought.” You pressed your phone against your ear with your shoulder as you began to enter your locker combination.

“Well saving lives isn’t a two second process miss Y/L/N.” You rolled your eyes at Harry being sarcastic.

“I can’t believe your missing school to attend one of your dads meeting in the Upper East Side.” Harry chuckled and shrugged.

“What can I say? I’m a buisness man too.” Harry’s father glared at him as they walked in the halls of the conference room. He knew that was his way of telling Harry to get off the phone.

“Hey, babe. I have to go, the meetings starting soon. I’ll see you tomorrow. Stay safe.”

“Bye, Harry. See you.” You smiled as you hung up the phone and pocketed your phone. You were excused for two of your class periods and now had to be at your next one as the bell rang. You quickly grabbed the books you needed and slammed the locker shut. You gasped in surprise when you seen who was behind the locker.

“Peter? Um, what are you doing?” You looked around anxiously to see if any other students noticed you and the curly haired boy standing within a few feet of each other. They had.

“H-how are you?”

“I’m good? Do you need something? I have physics next and—”

“Your teacher will kill you if you’re late.” He chuckled as he nervously twiddled his fingers. You didn’t laugh though. “How-How’s being able to drive now? I bet it feels like you have a ton of freedom.”

“Peter, i’m sorry if this sounds rude but what do you want? You’ve made it pretty clear these past few months you don’t want anything to do with me. So what do you need? Is this about you being you-know-who?” You whispered the last part to make sure no one heard. “I promise I won’t tell Harry or anyone else.”

“No! It’s not that it’s... Okay I know this might sound so crazy and insane but please, just hear me out.” He had his puppy dog eyes on and you couldn’t ever resist them. What was a few minutes?

“You have like two minutes before I have to go.” You glanced at your phone for the time.

“Okay, sweet. First off I want to say how sorry I am for the way I treated you, Y/N. It was so shitty and I just tossed you to the side. I will never be able to forgive myself for that but I was hoping... maybe you can?”

You smiled at the boy once you realized what he was doing. He was giving you a formal apology. Though it was long over due you knew you couldn’t hold a grudge against him. You just weren’t that person. And you were finally over Peter. It was all working out.

“Of course, I can forgive you, Peter. Thank you for apologizing. It does mean a lot. Well i’ll see you around?” Peter’s brows furrowed before quickly shaking his head.

“Wait that’s not all.” Your looked at him quizzically and urged him to continue. “I was wondering I-if you’d like to give us, me and you, another try. At dating, of course.” He smiled at you and suddenly you were no longer smiling. You took a step back as you stared at him in disbelief.

How dare he? How dare he break your heart and then come running back to you the moment Gwen breaks up with him. You were his second choice and that hurt. And to top it off, you were with Harry, happily.

“How dare you, Peter Parker?” Peter gulped as he recognized the anger and disappointment in your tone.

“Becuase shit isn’t going your way, you think this is okay?” You voice was now raised and now suddenly everyone in the hall turned to face you two.

“Y/N, please. Just let me explain—”

“Now suddenly you’re asking for me back? Could you tell me where’d you get the nerve?” You spit and Peter didn’t think he’d ever seen you so mad.

“I made a huge mistake. I miss you. I miss us.” He tried pleading but you scoffed

“You can say you miss all that we had but I don’t really care how bad you’re hurting, Peter. Not when you broke me first.”

There were tears in your eyes and your heart was heavy. How could he do this to you? You were over him now and then he comes and pull this stunt. You were also very angry.

“Y/N, please. I—”

“I don’t want to heart it, Parker! Leave me alone! I mean it, Peter. Don’t talk to me anymore, don’t look at me in the halls or in our classes. Don’t even think about me. It’s over Peter. Find your dignity while you’re at it.” You spat and purposely pushed his shoulder roughly with yours.

You tried to ignore the whispers as you started to speed walk to the nearest restroom, your class long forgotten.

You tried to hold in your sob as your thoughts began to eat you alive. But you couldn’t hold back as it pried its way to the surface. You didn’t care about if the floor was dirty as you slid down to hug your knees. All you could think was screw Peter Parker. This wasn’t the Peter you knew. Peter would never publicly humiliate you and turn you into a joke. But he did.

What did you think would happen?

I’ll never let you have it

What did you think would happen?

You had to remind yourself that he in fact did do those things. You were a game to Peter, it seemed. His second choice. And it hurt, you hate to admit that it hurt.

“Y/N.” MJ walked into the bathroom and sighed when she saw you on the floor.

“I-Is the whole sch-school talking ab-about me?” You hiccuped and she placed a hand on your knee and gently rubbed her hand back and forth.

“The only thing they’re saying is how Peter’s a jackass and you don’t deserve that.” You sighed and nodded and tried to brush your tears away.

“I just can’t believe he would d-do this to me. It’s like i’m a jo-joke.” You sniffled and MJ scoffed. “He’s such a dick. Once I get my hands on him—”

“No, MJ. It’s fine. I gave him a piece of my mind already.” You smiled weakly at her and she helped you off the floor. She shook her head with a scowl and then snorted.

“What?”

“Once Harry hears about his little stunt, Peter is done for.”

Your eyes widened as you thought about Harry. He tolerated Peter because of you and once he hears what happened, you have a good idea what he’d do.

“My god, I have to call him. But he’s in a stupid high class professional meeting.” You whipped out your phone and went to his contact. You couldn’t call him but you thought a text should be enough until you see him later.

‘Don’t freak out...Peter asked me out again

BUT!!!! I obviously said no and handled to situation!

So when you come to school tomorrow and hear about the drama pls don’t pummel Peters face in ??? <3’

“Hm. That should hold him off. Let’s skip class and go watch the cheerleaders fall from their pyramid.” You tried to keep a straight face but ended up laughing.

“Yeah, i’m down for that.” MJ smiled at you and started to walk out of the bathroom.

You sighed and thought about if Peter was hurting right now. But then you shook your head.

But I don’t really care how bad it hurts

When you broke me first

He broke you first and now he had to deal with the aftermath, not you.

#peter parker #spiderman #peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #harry osborn #spiderman far from home #spider man: homecoming

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mammonshuman92 · 4 years ago

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- Sapphire -

(Mammon x MC)

| part two | part three |

NOTE: F!MC

It’s here, in the endless sapphire pools, that I could get lost swimming, forever. The sheer power that they hold over me is otherworldly, and to be honest, quite unfair.

“MC! Are you listening?” Satan was looking at you with slight irritation, closing his book. The two of you have been studying for an upcoming test in the common room since you got home from RAD.

You jumped a little, abruptly interrupted from your daydream.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry. I guess I zoned out.” You replied sheepishly. You sat up in your chair, looking at your textbooks trying to regain some kind of memory of what you and Satan had been studying, but it was no use. As of late, there was only ever one thing on your mind. Well, one demon anyway.

“It appears that your mind is elsewhere. Maybe we should take a break and pick it back up after dinner?” he suggested.

You checked the time on your D.D.D., and jumped up from where you sat. Satan looked at you, shocked by your sudden rash behavior.

“Oh, umm.. I can’t tonight, I have a....thing. Tomorrow though?” You rushed around gathering your books and notes into a disorderly pile. Satan looked at you suspiciously. What has gotten into her? He thought.

“Alright. Are you actually going to be present? More than just physically, I mean.”

“Yes, yes. I’m really sorry. Thanks!” You yelled over your shoulder as you ran from the room.

As you rounded the corner of the hallway, you ran right smack into something, sending you and all your books and papers flying.

Great.

“Oof!”

That thing you smacked into? Yeah, that was Mammon. You both landed on your butts with a *thud*

“What the Hell are ya runnin’ for?!” He griped, confused as to what had just happened. When he noticed who had run into him and his attitude changed. “MC? What are ya doin'?”

“I’m sorry, Mammon! I didn’t mean to run into you, I’m just in a hurry.” You quickly explained, trying to gather all your papers, again. He grabbed the small bit of papers near him and handed them to you.

“In a hurry for what?” he asked curiously, cocking his head to the side a little.

Shit! He can’t know where I’m going! I need to make an excuse and fast!

“Oh, umm.. I, uh, I-I’m going shopping with Asmo! Yeah.” That should work. He ususally follows you everywhere, especially shopping but once it comes to shopping with you and Asmo? Yeah, he’d rather sit that one out. Although, I’m sure he’ll complain that you’re not hanging out with him anyway.

You quickly grabbed the last bit of papers and took off toward your room without another word to Mammon.

“It’s movie night, ya know?!” He called after you.

“I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” You yelled hastily, before quickly shutting your door.

“Hmph. Guess I’ll just do movie night by myself then” He pouted, sticking out his bottom lip a little like a small child.

As he turned to go to his room, something caught his eye.

A piece of paper the two of you had missed. He picked it up and looked it over.

It’s for sure MC’s handwriting. Is it song lyrics or somethin’?

He shrugged and shoved it into his pocket.

“I don’t have time to change, so my RAD uniform will just have to do. I just need to grab my bag, then I can go. Ugh! I’m gonna be late!” You said aloud while darting around your room.

I’m pretty nervous. I’ve never read any of the stuff I write in front of anyone, much less a crowd or people. Maybe I won’t choke since none of the brothers will be there. Could you imagine reading what you wrote in front of HIM?

*Shiver.* No thanks. Pretty sure I would spontaneously combust.

You grab your things and hurriedly rush out of your room. Hopefully I get out of here without being seen. I’m not sure how many lies I can come up with.

As you made your way down the staircase, someone came through the front door.. Dammit! It’s Asmo.

After a quick discussion, you were able to slip away from him.

Checking your D.D.D. for the time, you quickened your pace. “If I hurry I can make it there before the first reading.”

Mammon laid sprawled out on the couch in the common room, scrolling through Devilgram. He sighed heavily. “I’m so bored.”

He heard someone talking just outside the doorway.

Is that Asmo?

He went to investigate only to find Asmo walking down the hall with an arm full of shopping bags.

“You guys are back already?” Mammon questioned him.

“Pardon?” Asmo asked, visibly confused.

“You and MC only left like an hour ago and you’re already back? Are ya sick?”

“Mammon what are going on about? I left to go shopping right after school.”

Huh? She ...lied?

“MC told me she was goin’ shopping with ya and left in a hurry earlier. If she ain’t with you, where’d she go?”

“Maybe she has a date.” Asmo shrugged and headed toward his room. Mammon stood there motionless and shocked like he’d been slapped in the face.

A date? The thought clawed it’s way around his brain. He felt a pang in his chest.

He’s always with her. To and from RAD, after school, through dinner, and until bed. Always together. They’re best friends.

So how did she manage to meet some other demon without him noticing? He started to get antsy and decided to go look for evidence in her room.

He looked everywhere. All over her desk and dresser, he couldn’t find a single shred of information on this mystery demon. Feeling defeated, he flopped across her bed with a groan.

Am I not good enough? I mean, she already spends all her time with me, what’s she need someone else for?

Thoughts of MC being with someone romantically ...intimately, started flooding his mind. He tried to shake it, but they just kept coming. The pain in his chest got worse.

He’s always been fond of her. In the beginning, when she was still new, he acted like it was such a burden to watch over her, but he secretly enjoyed it. There was just something about her. As hard as he tried to fight it, he found himself developing a sweet spot for the human. She’s always so nice and sticks up for him when it comes to his brothers. She always seems happy to see him and is down for whatever crazy money making schemes he can come up with. Before she got here, it had been a long time since he had felt this happy. He’s pretty sure he’s never laughed so much in his entire existence than when he’s with her.

As much as he tries to convince himself that he doesn’t care about the human, he doesn’t want to go back to life without her. Truth is, he cares about her. A lot.

All the thinking was starting to depress him.

He decided to get up and go to his own room and sulk for the rest of the night. Maybe he could stop by Lucifer’s study and sneak off with a bottle of Demonus.

As he made his way to the door, he noticed something. The little calendar on your desk had a date circled in red. He picked it up to get a closer look. The date circled was today.

“Coffee shop, 6pm”

Boom. Re-con was successful! He found out where your date was!

He put the calendar back on your desk and checked the time. Crap! It’s almost 7.

He bolted from the room. If he had any chance of seeing what kind of punk lesser demon you were on a date with, he needed to hurry.

“This has to be it. She only goes to one coffee shop.” Mammon whispered to himself as he tried to peak inside the front window of the establishment. He couldn’t see you anywhere from where he was and decided to go inside and sit at a table in the very back. Maybe she won’t notice me. He thought.

He scanned the room, but still couldn’t see you anywhere. Maybe she went to the bathroom?

As he kept scanning the room, the lights started to dim and everyone focused their attention to a small stage with a lone microphone at the back of the shop.

Huh?

A light shined on the stage and a man stepped up to the microphone.

“Thank you all for coming, we have a great turn out tonight. Without any further adieu, let’s get open mic night started!” The crowd applauded and the man walked off stage.

"Open mic night? I didn’t know she liked this kinda stuff.” Mammon said quietly to himself.

Maybe that’s why she’s on a date. He probably noticed all the stuff I didn’t. Mammon sat back in his chair, arms crossed across his chest, pouting. She’d never wanna be with an idiot like me anyway.

A couple people read poems, one girl sang, and a few people played instruments. Still no sign of MC.

Maybe she does know a different coffee shop. He started to fidget in his seat, mentally kicking himself. You shoulda told her, ya idiot!

How could he though? He is one of the seven rulers of the underworld. How is he supposed to tell a human that she makes his life so much better? That your laugh is like music and his favorite smell is that of your shampoo? That when you fall asleep next to him on the couch on movie night it’s the best night of his week?

“Our final act of the night is new to the stage and a little nervous, so go easy on her.” said the emcee. The audience started to applaud as the man walked off stage.

Mammon scooted his chair out and stood to leave. She obviously wasn’t here and he needed a drink.

He was making his way to the door, when he heard it.

That voice. MC?

He turned to see you standing on the stage, spotlight shining on you. He listened as you spoke.

Is that ...a poem? The words sounded very familiar, like he had heard them very recently. Then it clicked.

He fished the piece of paper out of his pocket. The poem you were reciting on stage was the same thing written on the paper he found in the hallway.

She wrote this?

He looked up at where you stood on the stage. You hadn’t noticed him so he made his way back to his seat. As he watched you, he started paying attention to the words you were saying. You spoke so softly.

“It’s here, in the endless sapphire pools, that I could get lost swimming, forever.

Gold flecks, warm like sunshine, adorn the precious gems he dare call an iris.

The sheer power that they hold over me is otherworldly, and to be honest, quite unfair.”

So there really is someone. He thought. There was a stinging feeling in his chest. You don’t talk like that unless love is involved.

“Warm skin, the color of caramel, electricity felt in the slightest of touches.

Hair born of the winter, soft as the Heavens from where it once reigned.

Completely enamored by this creature, I would also happily fall from grace.”

Hair born of winter? Fall from grace? Tan skin?

Wait. That sounds like..

Realization hit him like a truck.

“..It’s about me..” He whispered, barely audible even to himself.

His chest felt like it was going to explode. His stomach so full of butterflies he felt nauseous.

He couldn’t believe it..

| part two |

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon fluff

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aasphyxious · 4 years ago

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He Was Your Christmas (Osamu Miya x Reader)

Hey! Since this is my first fic, I decided to give myself time and post it near Christmas just as a present for y’all! I really hope to write more so it would be amazing if you could submit some suggestions so I can get more ideas. Anyways, since it’s my first time writing lemon it felt a bit...unusual when I was writing it. Ahaha this is really bad, I’m not proud of it at all...but enjoy it, nonetheless ♡

Masterlist (it’s empty for now :) )

Tags: Osamu x Insecure!reader, obsession, lemon with a shitty plot, rough sex, a bit of praise

Warnings: slight self-degredation, this is an insecure!reader, what do you expect??

Synopsis: Insecure y/n can’t wrap presents to save her life, Osamu tries to help...in other ways too ;)

Word Count: ≈5k

Chapter 1

You place your hands delicately on the window sill as you watch the crisp, white snowflakes flutter down from the cloudy, gray sky. You wrap your fluffy, white blanket closer around you and huddle into it and let out a deep sigh. The window fogs up from your breaths so you let out a blanketed hand to wipe it away. As you softly wipe the fog off the window, your eyes fall on a silver-haired boy in the house next to yours. You stare at his beautiful face and his shit-eating smile as he stares at his phone. Your face flushes when he suddenly lifts his eyes off the device and to your window. You quickly look away, but look back to see him waving at you. Calm down, y/n. Why’re you acting like this all of a sudden? You lift an arm out of your blanket and wave back, flashing a smile at him. He smiles back and goes back to scrolling and texting through his phone. Your ears filled with the sound of your heartbeat as you ran back to your bed and hid under your covers. Red filled your face, covering your cheeks and nose. Did the Miya Osamu just smile at you? Yes, yes he did. Still under the sheets, you extend your hand from the blanket to your side table and reach for your phone. As soon as you grab it, you open up the messaging app and immediately text your former-friends.

The BiTcHeS

You YO GUYS GUESS WHAT FJSDFSJF

Akari What ……

Hina What I’m listening

You MIYA OSAMU JUST SMILED AT ME THROUGH MY WINDOWDDFJSDFSLKFJ

Akari That’s amazing

Hina K

You Cant u guys act more Excited

Akari We don’t even know this dude

Hina U seem to forget we’re in different schools now We have no idea what he’s like

You OK SO

...and so, you continued to go on a tangent about Miya Osamu.

The next morning, you woke up early. Eyeing your cosmetics, you grumble as you force yourself out of bed. After you wash your face, you walk to your vanity and sit in the short chair. You stare at your face in the mirror as you grab the shining foundation bottle. One stroke...two...three...four...Eventually, your face was covered in a sickeningly thick layer of make-up, covering your original face. You coated your lips in a pink-tinted lip gloss and threw on your nicest clothes as you grabbed breakfast and headed out the door.

You hug your bag close to you and take a shaky, deep breath. It was the second week you were in your new school. You moved in the middle of the year so everyone already had their friend groups and cliques. You were outcasted, not on purpose, but just by how society worked. One...two...three...four...five steps and ongoing. Counting was always a calming mechanism for you. You took a deep breath every once in a while. Twenty-four...twenty-five...twe-

“Oi, watch where yer going!” A blonde boy stood in front of you, giving you a look as sharp as daggers. He looked down on you and your eyes widened.

“I’m so s-sorry I didn’t mean t-to-” You stammer, your eyes burning as you try to keep your tears back.

“‘Tsumu, just forget it. Ya shoulda seen her walking anyways.” Osamu gave his brother a deadpanned look and glanced at you softly. Your heart skipped a beat. You gave him a pressed smile and continued walking. The twins stood back for a few seconds and walked behind you at a considerable distance. You walked faster and faster and hid your face under your thick scarf. Your cheeks were on fire. You didn’t know whether it was because of the cold or because Miya Osamu just stood up for you. You no longer counted your steps, you daydreamed about Osamu. You daydreamed about how he smelled. How he looked with glasses. How his breath would feel against your lips. You daydreamed about how your glossy, half-lidded eyes would gaze into his and how he would return the gesture with a kiss on the forehead. Your cheeks were engulfed in a deep red once you realized what you were doing. You steadied your breathing and ran the rest of the way to Inarizaki High.

▸ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ◂

It was time for lunch. You awkwardly sit at one of the circular tables in the corner of the cafeteria, away from the other students. You watched as different groups giggled and gossiped. You fidget and shuffle your feet together, taking small bites of food every once in a while. Your eyes wandered around the cafeteria and landed on the group of boys Osamu was in. He is in a volleyball club right? Those must be his teammates… You continued staring, just as you did in the window yesterday. You took note of the color of his eyes, the way his hair would sometimes fall in front of his eyes, how he would make eye contact with everyone at the table. You observed the way his lips would move as he talked and his rows of perfect teeth when he occasionally smiled. Everything about him was beautiful.

You eventually tore your eyes off him once you heard another group of girls giggle and stare at the twins. Their hair were in perfect curls, their lips were plump and glossy, their faces were delicate and precise. They were perfect. And they were crushing on the same man you were. You placed a hand lightly on your cheek and traced your chin with your finger. Could I be like them? Am I as pretty as them? Osamu would obviously choose them over me, right? You placed your hand on your hair, stroking the h/c strands. A glistening tear fell from your tear ducts. Your foundation ran off your cheeks, each layer being rubbed off by your own tears. You bury your face in your hands, not caring that make-up got all over your fingers. You held in your sniffles and gasps and got up to run to a bathroom stall. You wipe off your make-up and reach into your little purse to get more foundation. It was no use, your tears kept flowing. You rubbed off any make-up you had put on. Taking a deep breath in, you slowly walked out of the stall and tried to cover your face with your hands. They’re looking at me, aren’t they? You don’t peak from between your hands. You would rather see the blackness than the peering eyes all around you. The bell rang, lunch was over. You ran to your locker and recited your schedule in your head. Math. Math was next. Your face heated up and blushed just thinking about math. You tear your math notebooks out of your locker, holding them high enough to cover your mouth and down.

As you got to the math room, Osamu already sat in his seat. He rested his head on his hand as he stared out the window. Rays of light washed over his face. His perfect nose and lips were framed by the light. His entire presence was blinding and bright. Once again, your heart skipped a beat and you found yourself staring at him again. His head turned around to meet your glistening eyes, still red and puffy from crying. Your eyes widen and you look away, taking your seat next to him. He turns to you in his seat.

“Are you okay?”

Chapter 2

“Are you okay?”

Those words rang in your head, echoing off the walls. It felt like a chant in your brain. You stood silent for a little bit. Should you answer truthfully? Should you lie? You were overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions. You were on the verge of tears but you also wanted to crack a smile. Your body had no idea how to react.

“Y-yeah I a-am” You squeak out, your voice as soft as a mouse, turning away so he can’t see your face. He took one last look into your eyes and turned in his seat to face forward. No smile, no words of assurance, just a deep look in the eyes.

Class started and you tried your best to focus on the teacher and what he was teaching, but you couldn’t help sneaking a few glances to Osamu. He looked just as perfect as he did before, maybe even more perfect. You smile to yourself. That simple gesture of a look to the eyes. It was so powerful. To others, it may have just been a sign of respect. But to you, it was a sign of affection. You didn’t care if that’s not what he meant to show, but you cherished it anyways. So, right there, in the middle of the class, you daydreamed again.

▸ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ◂

School ended and you ran out as fast as you could. Pulling your scarf over your head, you run out of the entrance and slow down once you’re on the sidewalk. You can hear a group of girls teasing each other, “Well obviously I’m not getting you a car for Christmas!” “Well duh you won’t!”

Christmas, huh? The thought of shining lights, towering evergreen trees, and wrapped presents near a fireplace gave you a smile. Your heart warmed by the thought of Christmas and its festivities. Finding yourself with a pile of presents on Christmas day made you feel grateful and enlightened. It made you feel special.

You hummed as you skipped home, no longer caring about your bare face. You were preoccupied by what you should get your former friends for Christmas. What would Akari want? Hina? I have to give them something big...no, no...If I get them something big, they’ll complain and immediately ship it back to me… You chuckle, remembering the memories you had with them every Christmas. You would meet up the day after to share what you got and give each other your presents. Every year, you take your presents and place them next to the previous years’ on your vanity. Once you moved away, you would still keep the presents on your vanity for the memories. Reaching your front door, you carefully unlock it and close it. You already start to plan what you’ll get Akari and Hina as soon as you fall face-first into your bed. Ideas run through your mind so you write down each one of them. Your mind goes off track, what if I got something for Osamu? No...all his fangirls would give him presents anyway. But would it hurt to try? You turn your head towards the window and peered into Osamu’s window. You watched him bite his lip as he did homework at his clean desk. His brows were furrowed and he tapped his pen onto the wood. You look away. Was what you’re doing wrong? Was this stalking? You couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to see him. You wanted to see what he looks like when he’s happy, sad, angry. You wanted to see everything. You peek into his window again, out of love or curiosity, you didn’t know. You stared and stared in secrecy. Little did you know, he would stare too.

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Christmas break started. It was the best time to finally buy presents. You grab your savings from under your pile of papers in your desk and head over to the mall. You buy your presents for Akari and Hina. They were simple. Some clothes and jewelry, maybe even a few comic books and some stationary. As you head your way to the exit of the mall, you are suddenly overwhelmed by this feeling of I forgot something. Still walking towards the exit, you see a shoe store. Does Osamu like shoes? Does he need new ones? Should I even get him something volleyball related...I don’t want his twin to steal his stuff… You walk into the shoe store. The fresh smell of new shoes and shoe boxes flutter into your nose. You look around. What shoes are good for volleyball anyways? What’s his shoe size? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BUY HIM SHOES IF I DON’T KNOW HIS SHOE SIZE??? You walk out of the store and blush in embarrassment from your mistake. You need more ideas. Then it hits you. Osamu loves to cook.

You run to the cooking store. What should you get? Pots, pans, spatulas? No, this isn’t Spongebob… Spices. You head to the spice section. The smell of spices filled the aisle. Your mouth watered at the idea of food and cooking. You were swept into a world of aroma and flavor. You chose three packages of spice and headed to the counter and paid. Your head was dizzy from all the smells. As you head your way back home, you see the twins on their way to the mall too. You blushed, WHAT DO I DO? WHERE DO I HIDE? You pull your scarf over your head and keep on walking, praying that they won’t notice you.

“Hey y/n, whatcha doing there?” Osamu says softly, only making you blush more. You unwrap the scarf from your head. Atsumu glanced at you and smiled, but looked away.

“OH...Hey Osamu, Atsumu...hahahaha! I was just heading back from the mall...” You awkwardly chuckle.

“Oh yeah, we’re heading there too...If you already didn’t buy what you needed I would’ve invited you to come with us…” Osamu spewed. Atsumu slapped him on the back and ushered him forward.

“Okay, c’mon ‘Samu let’s hurry up.” Atsumu mumbled desperately. You both continue in separate ways. You can hear Osamu cursing out his brother behind you, blushing at the fact that Osamu wanted to talk to you. Your heart was running at 100 miles per hour non-stop. Your face was flushed and you could feel heat filling up your face. You bury your face into your scarf in embarrassment and run home. After changing into your pajamas, you head to the living room and switch on the TV. You put it on the loudest volume, trying to drown out the thoughts in your head. Your mind was filled with Osamu and Osamu only. You couldn’t think of anything or anyone else. You tried to keep back your desire of just running to the mall right now, in your pajamas, and telling him your feelings right there. You didn’t care if it was in front of his brother. You didn’t care if it was even in front of the whole mall. You had to get your feelings out to him. You had to tell him someway. Somehow. If this gift you were giving him wasn’t enough to tell him your feelings, you wouldn’t know what to do. You grab a chunk of your hair, pulling it lightly and balling up your fists. You couldn’t handle the stress of not telling him. Not seeing him. Not being with him. You needed him. You needed to let your feelings out. You turn the TV off, hoping not to make your headache worse. You grab paper and a pen from your room. You write. You write love letters to him, tearing them up each time you finish one. You write and write until the pen no longer works, refusing to let out any ink. You brush your hand through your hair and wipe your tear-stained face. You couldn’t get him out of your head. You were obsessed.

Chapter 3

Your phone’s alarm blasted off under your pillow. You groaned as you shoved your hand under your pillow and pressed the “Dismiss” button. Shuffling out of bed, you look towards the window. Light was pouring in, bathing your room in an ethereal glow. You smile as you watch the dust flutter around your room under the light. You take one last look to the window and look into Osamu’s window. The light flooded into his room too, washing him in a light that only made him more beautiful. He was delicately and carefully wrapping presents, and he was pretty good at it too. You watched as he sat on his desk, carefully folding and cutting the wrapping paper over the presents, occasionally ripping a piece of tape and placing it on his table to use for the next present. You look away as you realize you need to wrap presents too. You go about your daily routine and run back up to your room. You grab the bag of gifts, wrapping paper, and tape next to your desk and sit in your chair. You take a big sheet of paper and cut it so you have enough to work with. You place a box, containing your gifts to Akari, in the middle of the paper. Is this how you do it? Every year you go through the same thing. No matter how many YouTube videos or people teach you how to wrap presents, you could never do it. You always had someone do it for you. Nevertheless, you tried again. You always got one fold wrong, or you cut too little, or the overall end-product looked disgusting. You cursed at yourself for still not being able to wrap presents. You turn back to your window and peer into Osamu’s, hoping to see how he wraps them. But he was already finished. And he was staring at you.

Your eyes widen and you blush profusely. Was he watching you struggle to wrap presents this whole time? You stammer, “I-it’s not what it looks like,” but realize he probably can’t hear you. You hear a slight cracking noise, Osamu opened his window. You get up and do the same. He rests his head on one hand on the window sill.

“You can’t wrap presents?” He chuckles, using his other arm to point to the failure of a wrapped present on your desk. You blush and cross your arms.

“No matter how many times I try, I can never seem to do it!”

“Do you want me to help ya?”

You widen your eyes and nod your head. “S-so, how are we gonna do this…” You stutter, half-chuckling.

He puts his hands flat on the window sill and rests his head on them. “Should I come over?”

Your heart, that was already beating 100 times a second, beat even faster. Your face gets redder and you avert your eyes to the side, breaking your eye contact.. “S-sure I guess.” You watch him get up and close the curtain. You close your window and stand in front of your front door, waiting. After a few minutes, you hear someone walk up to the door and ring the bell. You meekly unlock the door and let him in. He towered over you, sweetly smiling at you from above. You tremble and blush under him, his sweet smile doing anything but calm you down. You return a smile and lead him towards your room. Miya Osamu is in my room. Mine?!? I- You welcome him in and encourage him to sit somewhere. He sits on your bed and brushes his hand over the blankets, admiring how clean your room was. You blushed as you sat in your chair and squeaked out, “S-so...uh...are you gonna help me?”

“O-oh, yeah.” He stammered as he got up. Is he nervous too? You thought. He kneeled down on his knees behind you. You tensed up in your chair, shuffling your feet and fidgeting. He reached his arms around you and you started to wrap the presents. “No, no! You fold this here so you can fold it here too!” He critiqued. You did as he said. He continued to tell you what you were doing wrong and how each step flowed into the next one. The way he explained it stuck in your head. You understood what he meant and how to use the thin paper to your advantage. You notice his beautiful hands. Veiny and bony in all the right places. You notice how they wrapped around your arms in an affectionate manner, guiding you. Eventually, you ended with a beautiful, wrapped present. He grabbed a bow on your desk and ripped the paper on the bottom off, revealing the adhesive. He stuck right on top of the present and whispered, “Perfect.” into your ear. You felt your face get warm. He placed his chin on your shoulder and turned his head to kiss your neck softly. Your stomach was doing somersaults as you turned your head a bit to the side so he had more access to your neck. His lips brushed over your neck as he placed kisses, slowing tracing up to your jaw, and eventually your lips. Your heart was beating non-stop when he turned to face in front of you. His lips grazed against yours, his eyes looking deeply into your e/c ones. You closed your eyes when you felt his lips press against yours softly. You moaned into his mouth at the sudden gesture. The kiss suddenly became heated when you felt his tongue enter your mouth. You open your mouth a bit more when his tongue begins exploring the inside of your mouth into every crevice. When you were just about to return it, he suddenly pulled away. “Baby, why don’t you go on the bed for me.” He hummed. You blushed, your face an unbelievable shade of red. You sat on your bed and layed down slowly. Self-consciously, you huddle and hug your body. Osamu was on top of you. Pure love and lust was in his expression. You blushed and looked away. He bent down and whispered, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“N-no I want t-to!” You squeal, looking back into his eyes.

“Then why are you covering up?” He teased. You looked at him with furrowed brows and confidently spread out your arms and legs under him. Your confidence wasn’t very long lasting until he whispered, “That’s not what I meant by covering up, baby.” You widen your eyes and slowly start taking off your top. You realize you weren’t wearing anything under this. You hesitate until Osamu eggs you on with his desperate eyes. You continue taking off your top, revealing your smooth, perky breasts. “Mmm? You didn’t even wear anything under even though I was coming over!” Osamu took no time to start playing with them. He kneaded your boobs with his hands, looking carefully at you to see your reactions. He brushes his thumb over your hard nipple, giving you a soft look.

“O-Osamu…” You whine. He goes crazy as he feels his erection get harder with every moan you let out from your lips. He leans down and starts sucking on your nipples, using his other hand to stimulate the other one. He loved the way you would squirm under him. He loved how you would press your thighs together from the stimulation. He pulls off your nipple with a soft pop and starts kissing down your body, starting from your sternum to your belly. With each kiss, he whispered soft praise, “You’re so beautiful...so perfect...I love you…” It didn’t take him long to get to the waistline of your pants. Osamu looks up at you, asking for permission. You lightly nod. He swiftly pulls down your soft, silk pants to reveal your equally soft and silky legs. You were a blushing mess in front of him, just how he wanted it. He lightly opened up your thighs, your pulsating pussy just in front of his nose. You shut your eyes when he suddenly licks your folds in one broad stroke.

“Oh~ It feels so good!” You scream as his tongue explores your folds and clit. He smiles, biting your clit a bit. He releases his grasp on one of your thighs and shoves one of his fingers into your tight hole. You squirm as your slick seeps out of your hole and folds.

“Mmm~ You taste so good,” Osamu praised. Your face was red and your clit was swollen. He licked and slurped. You couldn’t handle the feeling anymore. You loved the feeling of his tongue filling your hole. You loved the way he would occasionally nibble at your clit. You rub your heat into his face, desperate for more stimulation. Osamu pushed his fingers in harder, faster. You could feel a knot in your stomach form.

“I’m coming!” You scream as your wetness gushes into his mouth and chin. As he rose from your pussy, you could see your slick dripping from his mouth and chin and all over his fingers. You were about to tease him until he suddenly smashed his lips into yours so you could taste your own slick. When he pulled away you were flushed.

“You taste good, don’t you think?” He sings. Your thick blush gets redder. Seriously, how much redder could you get? You eyed the tent in his pants. You mischievously push him over. With your newfound confidence, you straddle him and pull his shirt off. You looked at his toned and sculpted muscles. I mean, what would you expect from a volleyball player anyways? You palmed his clothed member under your slit. Pulling down his pants carefully, you continue rubbing his cock. He moaned lightly, covering his mouth with his palm. You bend down, rubbing your hand up and down his long, thick cock. You could tell he was blushing, even though his hand was covering his face. You bend your head near his long cock. Would that even fit in me? You think as you start placing kisses all over the base and tip of his member. After an excruciating length of time of just teasing him, you finally put the tip in your mouth. Osamu struggled in not jolting up and forcing you to take his whole cock in your mouth. He softly places a hand on your hair and grabs a chunk. He leads your head down on his cock carefully. You gag when your lips touch the base of his cock. “Oh fuck, y/n” He groans. IIt was hard to breathe and you could feel drool and spit pool in your mouth. It was so hard to keep your gag reflex back when you slid your mouth back to the tip and down again. Your eyes teared up as his cock hit the back of your throat, your gags vibrating through his member. You force yourself to go back up and down, balling up your fists. Osamu took his hand off his mouth and lowly moaned. “Oh, baby. Just like that. I’m gonna cum soon.” You went faster and faster upon hearing those words. You could feel his cock start to twitch in your mouth as thick, white cum seeped onto your tongue. You let the warm fluid slip down your throat, opening your mouth to let Osamu see your empty tongue. “Good girl,” he teases.

In a split second, he’s on top of you, his member rubbing against your wet pussy. You moan, the feeling of his spit-covered cock rubbing and slapping against your clit was already too much for you. He finally lined his cock up with your aching hole. You swallow your spit and drool when he suddenly pushes his full cock into you. You scream, tears filling your eyes. Osamu couldn’t hold back anymore. His instincts were telling him to ram into you mercilessly, so that’s what he did. He needed the feeling of you clamping around his cock. He needed to hear your screams and moans. He needed to smell your juices seeping out of your pussy. He needed you. He needed ALL of you.

To you, it hurt. But it was a good hurt. It felt so amazing. The feeling of him filling you up. The feeling of you squeezing around his cock. The feeling of tears filling your eyes to the brim. You loved it. You loved him. You try to count each thrust, one, two, three, but he was slamming into you so quickly, it was beyond impossible. You focused on the amazing feeling of being close to your orgasm, the sounds of skin slapping as he shoved his member into you, the scent of his and your cum...everything. You could feel a knot in your stomach form again. Curses and praises fell from your lips, it was a chorus of “fuck, Osamu!” “so good, Osamu!” Him hearing your whines only caused him to push into you harder and faster as you fell into your orgasm. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” was all Osamu could breathe out. You spasmed under him as your juices gushed out of your ravaged pussy. Osamu pulled out and gave his member a few pumps before cumming on your stomach and breasts. You moan just from the feeling of his warm cum covering your body. You use a finger to scoop a bit off and lick it seducingly. Osamu, flustered, stands up from the bed and grabs a few tissues from your desk, carefully wiping the rest of his cum off your body. You count each stroke of the tissue, calming yourself down. .

He plops down next to you in your bed, placing your arms around you in a sweet embrace. You could feel his warm breath against you, an overwhelmingly warm feeling rushing to your heart. You counted every time he exhaled against you. Every beat of his heart. Every bat of his eyelashes. He was with you. He thought you were special and beautiful and everything in between. He loved you. He was a gift. He was your gift.

He was your Christmas.

Fin.

#osamu x reader #osamu smut #haikyuu osamu #insecure reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #osamu x you #osamu x y/n

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starions · 4 years ago

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*blows the dust off this one* a butch x lw oneshot i wrote when i was fifteen, starring my lone wanderer gigi halloway. enjoy

Gigi wrinkled her nose as she stepped over the dead raider. His blood pooled under her boots and she dragged them along the old, shag carpet to clean them off. One hundred caps to clean this abandoned townhouse of raiders and they got to keep the spoils? Good enough for her. Butch, though, would not stop complaining about it.

“I still think we shoulda asked for more caps,” Butch mumbled, putting his gun back in his holster.

Gigi sighed, and knelt down to loot the raider. She couldn’t help but to notice how young the dead man was; her and Butch’s age tops. She frowned, and brought out a cap stash hidden in his pocket. “See? This job basically pays for itself. And if we sell some weapons and armor, then it will be worthwhile. I’m not sure why you’re complaining. Go loot that girl over there.”

Butch glared at the redhead, but did as he was told. “Can’t we just, I don’t know, find caps anotha way?”

Gigi wiped blood off on her jeans, standing up. “Like what Butch? Cutting hair?”

Scoffing, Butch finished looting the raider, producing nothing but a few bobby pins and some shotgun shells. He never liked that he got hairdresser on the G.O.A.T, just like Gigi didn’t like getting Pip-Boy repair girl. Jesus, Pip-Boy repair. Why would she ever want to do that? She was lucky Mr. Brotch changed it for her, she was much happier working with her dad in his clinic.

Just the thought of her dad made Gigi’s brow furrow and heart twist.

“You okay?” Butch asked, stuffing the bobby pins in his pocket.

Nodding, Gigi turned her heal, facing away from Butch. This was not the time to cry about her dad. Shaking it off, Gigi continued looking for supplies.

The two found nothing more in the living room, except maybe a few good food items and a spare bottle cap hidden under a rug. This townhouse had two more bedrooms, though, and Gigi and Butch couldn’t risk leaving anything valuable out of their hands. They entered the first bedroom, which was obviously used for more than sleep, judging by the smell and the old condom wrappers on the floor. Worn down posters of nearly nude girls plastered the walls, and chems were everywhere. It was fucking disgusting in there.

“Jesus!” Butch muttered, pulling his white undershirt up to cover his nose. Gigi coughed into her elbow, stepping over stains on the carpet. “You ain’t going in there,” Butch said, pulling on her arm.

“I’m not going to touch anything Butch, lighten up. It is just… so gross.” Gigi couldn’t help but to gag, and she stepped back. Butch still held her by the elbow, and the two were touching back-to-back now.

“Remember what Mr. Brotch taught us in sex-ed? About… fluids?” Butch said the last word with disgust, and Gigi snorted.

“I can’t believe you remember anything about that class, Butch, I thought you were too busy thinking about dicks and tits.” She shook loose of his grip and tiptoed in the room. Making sure to avoid touching anything nasty, she pulled open a dresser. Gigi raised her eyebrows. “There are a lot of condoms in here. Jesus Christ what the fuck was this place?”

“Raiders, man,” Butch said, hesitantly following Gigi’s lead. “They’re fucking disgusting.”

Gigi opened a few more dressers, not finding anything worthwhile. She considered stashing some chems to sell, but decided against it. Once people around here catch word you’re dealing, they won’t leave you alone.

She did, however, stash some condoms. Not to use herself, but, you know in case. With who? She didn’t know. Definitely not Butch. That thought almost made her laugh aloud. Though, he was nicer to her now out of the vault. Both of them were the only thing left of the vault. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad… they were already stuck with each other.

Gigi shook the thought out of her head, glaring at the poster of a topless girl in front of her. What in God’s name was she thinking just now? Fuck. She stood there, drumming her fingers on the dresser, admiring the crudely drawn penis pointing to the mouth of the girl on the poster, when Butch piped up.

“Hey Gee?” Her head snapped behind her, and she noticed how red in the face Butch was all of the sudden. “You a virgin?”

The sound that came out of Gigi’s mouth was a mixture of a laugh and a gasp. Why would he ask that in the middle of a dirty sex pit? “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“Right,” Butch muttered. “Forget I said anything.”

Gigi turned around, facing the poster again. Truth be told, she wasn’t. Two weeks after the G.O.A.T she had fucked Freddie Gomez because he got trash burner as his job. It didn’t mean anything; he was sad, and Gigi had just come to the revelation that she’d have to lose her virginity to someone in the vault. She’d rather it be Freddie than that asshole Wally Mack, or Butch for that matter.

Gigi faced Butch again, who was fiddling with his Pip-Boy. “Are you?” Gigi asked, suddenly curious.

Butch head jolted up, and he glared at her. “You can’t ask me that when you ignored it when I asked!”

She grinned, amused by his answer. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

“You go first.”

“Fine,” Gigi said, stepping over a particularly large stain to inspect the night table. “I’m not a virgin.”

“You’re full of shit,” Butch said, crossing his arms. Gigi looked at him from across the bed and shrugged. “For real? You really fucked some rando out in the wastes?”

“I never said I lost my virginity in the wasteland.”

Butch’s mouth fell open, his eyes wide. “No way you slept with someone from the vault. He would have told me.”

Gigi grinned, pulling a box of stimpacks out of the nightstand. What was the use for them in this setting? Shrugging, she put them in her bag. “I told him not to tell anyone, especially you,” she paused, “considering the fact he was a Tunnel Snake.” Or, trying to join Butch’s gang, for that matter.

“You ain’t gonna tell me, is that it?” Butch narrowed his eyes, wanting more information.

“I’ll tell you once you tell me if you’re a virgin or not.”

Butch pressed his lips together, and avoided eye contact. Finally, he spoke up. “I’m no virgin; what I look like? Some loser?”

Gigi crossed her arms and leaned against the nightstand. “Oh really? Who is the lucky lady who was Butchie-boy’s first?”

Butch paused for a second, and then said: “Susie Mack.”

“No way,” Gigi said, giggling. “Wally wouldn’t let Susie touch you with a ten foot pole.”

“You don’t believe me? Me and Susie did it. Lotsa times.” Gigi saw through his facade, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“Whatever you say, stud.”

“Oh yeah? And who was your first, Goody?” Butch said, using the only nickname Gigi didn’t mind. It originally was Goody-goody, but it managed to get to just Goody. Sadly, it’s lost its meaning out in the Wastes.

Gigi swung her bag over her shoulder, hearing the rough leather collide with the barbed baseball bat strapped to her back. She walked out of the room as Butch followed. “Freddie Gomez.”

Butch stopped in his tracks. “Bullshit! Freddie would have totally told me. He would have done anything to get with the Snakes.”

“And I told Freddie that if he told anyone I’d break his nose. You weren’t the only one he was scared of,” Gigi said, going into the next bedroom. It was much cleaner, and much nicer than the one before.

Butch furrowed his brow. Noticing the semi-clean mattress, he plopped down on it. “Freddie? What was so good about Freddie?” He almost whispered.

Gigi cocked her head to the side. “Well, he was nice to me for one. And it wasn’t like I was in love with him or anything. He was upset after the G.O.A.T so I decided to cheer him up.”

Butch propped his head on his hand, looking at Gigi with an emotion in his eyes Gigi couldn’t place. “So you just gave away your virginity, like that?”

“Back then I decided that I’d rather lose my virginity quickly than wait until I was assigned a husband. Like I said, Freddie was nice to me. Now I know that virginity is just a concept and it doesn’t matter,” Gigi said as she opened the two door closet.

Butch muttered something under his breath, and began fiddling with his Pip-Boy again.

Finding nothing in the closet, Gigi turned around, walking to the dresser. Gigi knew something was wrong when Butch didn’t even talk for a straight two minutes. Looking at him, Gigi noted that he looked a bit sad. A million thoughts ran through Gigi’s mind at once. Why in the wastes was he sad? He was sad that she slept was Freddie Gomez? She had told him it was nothing, for God’s sake. Gigi crossed her arms, letting her wait fall onto her left leg.

“Are you upset with me or something?”

Butch grumbled, turning his head to look out the dirty window.

“Because I fucked Freddie Gomez?”

Butch’s frown deepened. “No,” he said quietly. “You didn’t want me to be your assigned husband?”

Gigi couldn’t help but laugh. Her smile son faltered when she realized Butch wasn’t joking. “Are you serious?” She asked. “Did you block out our entire vault life? You treated me like shit.” Gigi paused, her eyes bouncing around the room, anything to avoid eye contact with him. “We treated each other like shit.” A sigh slipped out of her mouth as she remembered all the things she said about Butch and his alcoholic mother.

Butch grinned, his previous sad exterior melting away. “Yeah, you did treat me like shit Goody; almost like you were in love with me or something.”

A glare appeared on her face, but she still couldn’t help the growing on her face. “Gross, asshole. Let’s get out of here, this place smells like ass.”

Butch pushed himself off the bed, a cloud of dust filling the air as he does so. “Lead the way.”

#im gonna be 22 in like a month JDSFKDS for reference #butch deloria #fo3 #butch x lone wanderer #otp: tunnel snakes #hannah writes #oc: gigi halloway

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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Eye for an Eye: 6 [Finale]

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Warnings: non/dub con sex (intercourse), violence, blood and alluded death.

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: It all comes to an end.

Note: So we’ve come to the end and we’ll see what happens to our reader and our mob boss. Hope you guys enjoy. Feels good to tick another fic off the list. <3 Let me know what you think with a like, reply, or reblog!

You crossed your arms as Steve stood with his back to you. His shoulders were tense, his hands planted on the table. It was just the three of you; Steve, Bucky, and you. It wasn’t long ago the room was full of men in suits as they gathered around their leader on the eve of a vital operation. And now they had gone to prepare.

“For the last time, you can’t.” He shook his head as he pushed himself away from the table. “How exactly do you expect to get through this on that?”

You looked to your ankle as he turned and pointed to it. The swelling had gone down and while you kept it wrapped, it was better than it was. You didn’t need the crutches anymore though you tried to keep the weight off of it. You huffed and looked up at him defiantly.

“Do you really think you can just leave me behind?” You hissed. “Christ, Steve, we’ve come this far; I’m not letting it end without me.”

“You’ll get yourself killed.” He tossed his hands up. “A week ago you’d never even shot a man.”

“And now I have. And if I hadn’t, you wouldn’t still have your best man,” You nodded at Bucky who yawned at the argument without concern. “My ankle’s fine. It’s healing and I can aim a goddamn gun.”

“Oh, yay, you can walk and hold a pistol, exactly what I look for.” He spat.

“You think I’ve done all this work to sit here and wait for word?”

“I think you talk a big game but I dunno if you’re ready to really see Charlie dead. You hesitate, even for a second, and it’s life or death.”

“I won’t. Trust me. He put a hit out on me. I got more integrity than that. If I wanna see him dead, I’ll see to it myself.” You insisted as you stood. “He turned his back on me a long time ago, that I could handle, but then he tried to shoot me in the back and that’s something I won’t put up with.”

“I know how ya feel, sweetheart,” He sighed. “But you let those feelings get in the way and… it all goes south.”

“I’m going. You can strap me down but I’ll find a way out,” You sneered. “I don’t need your permission.”

Steve scowled and shook his head. He rubbed his neck as he turned and paced back and forth. He stopped and looked back to you as he hooked his thumbs in his pockets. “Fine. But you stay with Bucky. Close. No running ahead, no falling behind. You stay with him.”

“Great, the girl who can’t walk and the man with one arm,” Bucky mused as he leaned back, “Very intimidating.” You both glared at him and he raised his hand defensively. “Sorry, I’ll shut up.”

“Thanks,” Steve rolled his eyes. “You keep an eye on her. We don’t want a bloodbath, we just need Charlie.”

“I’ll do my best, boss,” Bucky shrugged. “But me and you both know how this one is. She’s not one for listening.”

“I’m done taking orders,” You said. “I spent years listening to Charlie and what good did that do me? If it gets us Charlie, I have no problem listening; but if I get the chance, I’ll do the job myself and no one’s gonna stop me.”

“Goddamn it,” Steve swore as he ran his hand over his hair. “You’re stubborn as a horse, you know that? But I just can’t decide if that’s your greatest asset or flaw.”

“Depends on the day,” You grinned. “So, it’s late. We should rest. We got a long day tomorrow.”

Your boot was tight around your injured ankle. It wasn’t as obvious as before but a pang would jolt you every now and then. Steve was right, you knew it; you shouldn’t be running around on it, but what was a sprain to the possibility of the day. It could be the final battle or the beginning of an even bigger war.

You stood in the large archway of the dining room as you watched the flurry in the lobby. Steve would go ahead with his men and sneak onto the dock. Strange’s men would arrive shortly after to unload the first container as others waited in the second. Charlie’s men would see the usual haul but not the ambush that awaited them. You would be without along with Bucky and Stark, watching for the arrival of the fourth boss; your target.

You looked down at the holster on your belt; empty. You toyed with it and turned back to the high-ceilinged dining room. Steve approached as you did; the same anxious grimace shadowed beneath his beard. He chewed the inside of his lip as he held out a pistol, hand-grip first.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” He warned. “And only aim at what you mean to shoot.”

“I know, I know,” You took it and weighed in your hand.

“Safety’s on. Right here.” He pointed to the gun. “Ammo.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cartridge. “You stay outside. You shouldn’t need more than that.”

“I’ll do whatever I need to,” You countered as you tucked the gun into your holster and took the cartridge. “I’ll have Bucky.”

“He can’t babysit you with bullets flying.” Steve shook his head.

“Babysit me?” You frowned.

“I don’t mean it like that, I… can you blame me for being worried?”

“I’ve made it this far. I shoulda been dead in that kitchen, then back in that bar… Let’s hope that luck holds.” You slipped the cartridge into your pocket and zipped up your leather jacket. “You got your bases covered.”

He sighed and scratched his jaw. “I don’t think you realize…” He paused and looked away.

“What?” You touched his arm softly and stepped closer. “Realize what?”

“I can’t lose you.” He lowered his voice as he looked back to you. “I… Well, sweetheart, I think I just might love you.”

“Love?” You scoffed. “It’s been a week.”

“Yeah? This life is fast and I don’t like to drag my ass.” He brought his hand up to touch your cheek. “I don’t think, I know. I love you.”

“Don’t… it’s the nerves.”

“You don’t have to say it; you don’t even have to feel but I do,” He rubbed his thumb along your cheekbone. “So, yeah, I don’t wanna see that pretty little head hurt, or worse, so please, stick by Buck and don’t go chasing Charlie like the mad woman you are.”

You smiled wryly and rolled your eyes. “I’ll do my best.” You said. “But get back to me about the whole love thing when this is all over.”

“Oh, I will,” He leaned in and kissed you. A lingering kiss which lasted a bit too long. “I definitely will.” He pulled his hand back and checked his watch. “Go on, find Buck. We gotta head out.”

It was painfully quiet. The tinted windows added to your sense of blindness. Steve was inside with his men, Stark’s, and Strange’s. Charlie’s had crept in the back ten minutes ago. Their boss was no where to be found.

You were sat low in your seat along the street. Just another car in the line of parked vehicles. Bucky was in the driver seat, his gun resting against his thigh as he watched lazily. Stark was a few cars back watching with his protege, Peter. You wiggled your foot anxiously as you awaited any sign of conflict within.

“It’s not our job to worry about what’s goin’ on in there. It’s our job to watch for Charlie and give ‘em the heads up.” He reached over and grabbed your knee to still your leg. “We got surprise on our side. Timing. Foresight. They knock off Charlie’s men, use his phone to lure the weasel in himself, and that’s it.”

“Too much can happen. If we see him, we should just finish it ourselves.”

“Out here in the street in the middle of the morning, yeah?” He grumbled. “I see why Steve likes you; you’re just as hotheated.”

“Tell me you don’t wanna pay him back for that,” You gestured to his arm. “You barely seem the forgiving type.”

“Don’t claim to be, but I’m patient and smart,” He adjusted his gun against his leg. “You take one step out of this car, I swear…”

“Look, I already learned that lesson,” You kidded. “And it still hasn’t healed.”

He chuckled and turned back to his vigil. You watched quietly, your fingers tapping on the vinyl of the door. Your stomach fluttered as you tried to imagine what was going on within. And then the sleek black car appeared; not far from your own. Bucky nudged you and you slid down lower in your seat as he peered over his shoulder.

“That him?” He nodded to the car and you confirmed it wordlessly.

He held his gun close as he kept his eye behind you. You heard a car door and then another. Bucky had his finger ready as he tracked the two figures past your car and you looked up just as Charlie headed for the station. You reached for your gun and Bucky stilled you with an elbow.

“Wait.” He hissed. “Get your phone out. Let him know Charlie’s not alone. And keep an eye on that caddy that just pulled up on the other side.”

You glanced at the side mirror and found the car he alluded to. You reached to your holster and this time he didn’t stop you.

“I just gave Stark a heads up,” He said. “We don’t move first; we wait for them.”

“More waiting?” You huffed.

“Better than running face on into a bullet,” He returned. “Now, Steve can handle Charlie. They got his men taken care of, they’re expecting him… it’s good.”

“It’s not fair,” You said. “I should be there. I should get to watch him grovel.”

“You let your emotions get into it, and you get hurt so settle down and keep a watch on that blue monstrosity.” He growled.

“So he did ask you to babysit me?” You muttered.

“As much as he kept me out here so I didn’t get in his way. I’m useless without both arms, really. Only do so much with a gun, ya know?”

“Shhhh,” You hushed him and wiped your palm before slipping your gun free. “They’re on the move.”

He looked back and tightened his grip on his own weapon. He pressed himself to the seat as three men closed their doors and strode down the street, their hands readied just above their belts. Bucky tapped your knee.

“They get to the curb, get out, get your gun up,” He whispered. “Keep on the other side of the car and I’ll be on them. Follow, don’t get ahead of yourself kid.”

He reached to his phone and quickly typed off another message. He looked into the mirror and nodded. “Stark and the kid are ready.”

He opened his door first and you did the same. You rounded to his side as he crept along the walk. You limped as you struggled to keep up with him and glanced across the street as you sensed movement. Stark and his boy mirrored your movement up the pavement.

Bucky stopped at the last car and tucked away his gun. “Keep that pistol pointed at them. Even if you think you’ll hit me, you fire if it goes south.”

You gulped and he turned back. He tiptoed out from behind the car and Stark did the same, Peter not far behind. The three men edged toward the dock building with their hands on their hips as they neared the door. There were surprised grunts as all three were grabbed seized from behind.

Bucky brought his thick arm around the first while Stark knocked the second in the skull with the butt of his gun, and the third cried out as Peter kicked his knee and proceeded to strangle in a perfect mimic of the first. There was a brief struggle, the sound of metal on pavement, and finally the dull thud of bodies. You looked down as your hand shook, your pistol held up without thought.

“Get over here,” Bucky hissed as he turned back to you and the other two dragged the bodies away and hid them around the corner. “Keep watch out here,” Bucky ordered as they returned and you neared. “Get your men to start searching every car on the block.”

Stark raised two fingers and several car doors opened and closed as several figures emerged from them. He pointed up and down the street and they swiftly. Began to walk the line of vehicles. Bucky nudged you and waved you inside.

“Keep that handy,” He nodded to your pistol. “We gotta find Steve but we don’t know if Charlie’s caught on yet.”

You followed the henchman. He slowly shifted open the large metal door as he looked both ways before waving you in. You kept close behind him, his shoulders broad enough to keep you hidden. He paused at the first corner and listened before he turned to look at you.

He motioned forward and carried on down the next hall. Not far before you reach the back doors which were better described as gates; grated and rusty. They were slightly ajar and voice rose from without; familiar and not entirely welcoming. Bucky kept his gun ready as he led you onward and peeked out into the dockyard.

He sighed and lowered his gun as he gestured for you to do the same. He waved you outside into the sun; dozens of men gathered around one. Strange and Steve stood with pistols aimed at Charlie, a bullet already in his hip as he gripped it with a bloody hand. You brushed past Bucky and approached the center of the crowd.

You raised your gun as you approached Charlie’s back and an awe seemed to overcome the men. You aimed at the back of his skull as you emerged from the bodies and Steve looked up to catch your eye. He shook his head and Strange frowned at the sight of you.

“No, not like that,” Steve said. “He’ll die like a coward but he won’t be killed like one.”

Charlie turned his head slowly. His own gun was under Steve’s foot and Strange looked down his long nose at his nephew. He glanced between you and the blonde boss and nodded.

“If I might interject, I think blood takes precedence over whatever grudges you hold against him,” Strange said. “So I think that would be up to me.”

“He tried to lift a couple kilos from you, he tried to kill me,” You snapped. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t get to pay him back for those years he stole from me.”

Steve was quiet as he considered. He stared at Charlie who shook his head and groaned as he gripped his hip tighter.

“I always knew that bitch was too much trouble,” Charlie grumbled. “Let her do it. She’s right, it was fucking miserable and I’ll be more than happy to be done with her. Even like this.”

Steve turned his pistol in his hand and lunged forward to knock Charlies across the jaw. You stepped back as the dark-haired mobster fell over and spat blood onto the dirty pavement.

“Keep it up and maybe I’ll trade this…” Steve held up his gun, “For something sharper. More tedious.”

“Give her a while,” Charlie spoke thickly as his tongue sounded swollen. “She’ll wear on you too.”

You rounded him and stood beside Steve as you kept your gun aimed at the man you’d deluded yourself into loving; if it ever was that. “Like this?” You asked. “Look him right in the eye, huh?”

“No,” Strange interjected. “This wasn’t the deal, Rogers.”

“Deal was we get him,” Steve returned. “The end’s the same.”

“You promised me,” Strange insisted. “You let her pull that trigger and this ain’t just about two sides any more.”

Steve sighed and tucked away his pistol. He reached and touched the nuzzle of yours. He pushed softly until you lowered it. “Safety on,” He said. “He’s not yours anymore.”

“What--?” You let the gun fall to your side. “He was gonna kill me.”

“Blood’s blood,” He said. “Whatever you had, it’s over. Is it so bad that someone else sees to that?”

You grimaced and turned to him. He looked down at you and exhaled. He was pleading with you. In front of his men, in front of the man who was once his rival, in front of the one he had prevailed against. You could take the victory as it was or you could dive headfirst into another war. You closed your eyes; you were tired. You nodded slowly and holstered your gun.

You turned to Charlie as you opened your eyes. He was back on his knees, cradling his jaw as the wound at his hip wept. You gave a bittersweet smile. It didn’t feel so much like winning now; looking down at the man you had once laid beside. It felt like your own foolishness staring back at you. The blood of wasted years stained his clothes.

“Goodbye, Charlie,” You brushed your hand against Steve’s and peeked over at Strange. “He’s all yours. I’m done with him.”

You left with Steve. The ride was silent. You stared out the window as the buildings rushed by though you barely saw them. The adrenaline was gone. You were tired; deflated. It was truly over. Charlie was gone.

But were you free?

You didn’t look at Steve until he pulled up to the house. The palatial yard created by the curved driveway. The gates closed behind you and clicked in your head. It was nicer than Charlie’s; he was nicer than Charlie.

Well, they were entirely different, weren’t they? So… what were you afraid of?

Steve was quiet too. He took your hand and led you inside. A few of his men would follow to secure the grounds but he had found a new hive in the city, until the bar was rebuilt. And there was no need left for a whirlwind; the skies had calmed.

You let go of him as you entered as your soles scuffed against the marble. You went to the kitchen and pulled a glass from the cabinet; and another which you tilted in his direction. He nodded and shrugged. You placed them both on the counter and searched around the liquor fridge hidden just beneath. A bottle of rye.

“You okay?” He neared as you poured. “Charlie, he…”

“I’m not sad,” You corked the bottle and pushed a tumbler in his direction. “I stopped being sad that day he left me in your bar in nothing but a sheet. I’m… listless; lost.”

He took the glass and drank. He wiped his lips and leaned on the counter beside you. “I don’t want you to be trapped here. Not like before so… if you wanna go, I won’t stop you.”

“Really?” You raised a brow and he bowed his head in acquiescence. You thought and took a swig. “And what about all that before?”

“All what?” He asked.

“Love?” You said quietly. “Is that how you really feel? Even now? After?”

“More than before.” He smiled and slid his glass away from him. You finished yours and he took it from you. “And whatever you decide, I’ll still feel it. I’ll still love you. You’re not some moll I found in a kitchen; you’re the most gorgeous woman on earth and you introduced yourself with the barrel of a gun.”

He pressed himself to you, your body between him and the cool marble top. He brought his hand up to frame your face as he smiled.

“So, you wanna go, then give me a kiss goodbye, and if you wanna stay, I’ll take the kiss anyways.” He bent to kiss you and you welcomed him.

The ice that had formed over your skin cracked and you melted against him. You slipped your arms up around his neck as his hands crawled under your open jacket. He pulled the cotton hem of your shirt away from your jeans and his rough palms brushed over your sides. He felt around with one hand until he found your pistol. He freed it blindly and set aside with your glass, and then his own.

Between hungry kisses, he began to undress you. You lowered your arms for him to push the leather jacket down them and then raised them to untangle yourself from the cotton tee. You shoved his jacket back on his shoulders and he let it drop to the floor with a whisper. You nearly tore the buttons from his shirt and ripped his tie free with a growl. The floor was soon littered with your clothing and you were naked.

He lifted you in a single motion and your ass met the cold marble. You squeaked and pressed your lips to his again. You pulled him close and wrapped your leg around his hip to draw him close. He leaned in until his chest met yours. He dragged his lips across your cheek and down to your jaw sloppily. You pushed your head back and bared your throat to him. He nibbled at it and purred as you messed his golden hair.

He bent to kiss along your chest. The same flutter in your chest as that first night; stronger this time. Irresistible. You clung to him as he buried his head between your tits and his hand tickled along your thigh. As his fingers met your pussy you hummed and arched into him. He slipped inside and you gasped.

“Steve…” You breathed as you grabbed his hair and tugged his head back. “Don’t play with me…”

“Play?” He smirked as he stood straight and drew his hand away. “Isn’t it supposed to be fun?”

“Oh, very,” You pulled him to you and spread your legs wider.

He slid you to the front of the counter and you felt his cock against you. He pressed his lips to yours. You drew him closer and tilted your hips. He pushed into you slowly as he lifted you from the marble. You wrapped your legs around him and sank onto him entirely.

You rocked slowly as he kneaded your ass. He shoved a hand between you and felt around and found your clit. He began to rub as you moved against him. You moaned and ripped your lips from his. He purred as he nuzzled your neck.

You clawed his shoulders as you rode him. The heat gathered inside of you and bloomed all at once. You tossed your head back and cried out as the waves curled around you. You squeezed him between your legs and sped up.

He snaked his arm around you as he guided you. He lifted you easily as he slid in and out of you. His groans swirled in the air with your moans and filled the airy kitchen. Your voices echoed on the high corners and lent to the flames that licked at you. You came again and hugged him tightly as your body twitched in delight.

He pushed you back against the counter as he slammed into you. You gripped the edge of the marble as you panted loudly. He didn’t relent; didn’t let up. And you felt it; that dream you called freedom.

He grunted suddenly and spasmed as he rested you against the counter. He leaned on you as he slowed and caught his breath. His hot breath glossed over your cheek and he kissed you there. You shivered and ran your hand down his sweaty back.

“So…” He rasped as he pulled back to look you in the eye. “Was that goodbye?”

You brought your other hand to his beard and felt the soft hair. You smiled up at him and combed your fingers through his hair. You pulled him to you and hovered your lips just below his. “Hi.”

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I Keep On Missing You - Brad

First Part

Pairing: Brad Simpson X Reader

Authors note: songs are not at all in the correct order they were released in real life

Masterlist

You alright, love?” Brad snapped you out of your daze with a simple question. You composed yourself and gave him a tight smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Keep talking.” You said and took a sip of your coffee.

“You’re not fine.” Brad knew. “You can tell me what’s bothering you. Maybe I can help.”

You set down your coffee mug and sighed.

“Tom and I broke up last week.” You admitted.

“You did?” Brad asked, a little shocked, a little hopeful.

You nodded and Brad reached over and took your hand. Before you could tell him that you appreciated him but weren’t looking for a new relationship, he smiled kindly at you.

“It seems like you could use a friend right now.” He said and your eyes softened.

“I could.” You nodded and squeezed his hand.

So, you became friends. You hung out at the studio with the band, helping Brad with lyrics or being taught how to play the guitar by James. You became close with The Vamps, Brad being the one you were closest too. He was protective over you but not possessive, always with a hand on your back at parties and always saving you a seat next to him. He knew you weren’t looking for a relationship and made it his duty to keep boys away from you, knowing how much you hated rejecting people. He even got grumpy when Tristin flirted with you or Connor hugged you a little too tightly after a show. You started spending every day with them, talking about your break up, your careers, or anything that came to mind. Brad took it upon himself to show you around London, the places tourists didn’t care to visit as he would say.

Most of your days were spent in Brads room, listening to him write new songs.

“Cause I got high hopes, high hopes. High hopes for me and you.” Brad sang quietly as you watched him fondly. He stopped playing and wrote a few chords down before picking up his guitar again. “When we grow old, I'll say…I’ll say, damn it, what will I say?”

“I told you so?” You suggested with a shrug. “I say that to you a lot.”

Brad smiled at you and picked up his guitar.

“When we grow old, I'll say I told you so. Cause I got high, high hopes for me and you.” He sand and looked at you for approval.

“Sounds good.” You smiled and Brad leaped across the bed to engulf you in a hug. You fell backwards with him on top of you and laughed at the sudden impact.

“Sound great. I’ve been stuck on this song for a week. You’re an angel.” He gushed and placed thankful kisses on your cheeks.

“I aim to please.” You giggled between cheek kisses.

“What would I do without you, darling?” He stopped suddenly, hovering over your face.

The nickname stung you like a bee. You couldn’t help but think of Tom and the fight you’d had in your dressing room that night. You slid out from under Brad and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.

“That’s what friends are for.” You smiled weakly, and he gave you a disappointed smile back. You’d blown your chance to kiss him, and you knew it.

More than a few times when nights in the studio bled into the morning, you’d fallen asleep on Brad’s shoulder as he lazily strummed his guitar. Brad would rest his head on top of yours as a million different lyrics about how fond of you he was rushed to his head. He would write them down as carefully as he could so he wouldn’t wake up. Sometimes, you’d open your eyes a little and catch a glimpse of what he was writing.

“You tell me I’m a friend, but confused minds and blurred lines have brought it to an end.” Brad sang quietly as he fingered the guitar strings. You pretend to stay asleep, but listened closely to the song. You’d never heard it before and the lyrics caught your attention as he started singing about stolen moments.

“It’s harder to pretend that I don't want it all now. I need it even more every time you go. I hate to watch you go.” Brads voice, the one you’d loved for years, got a little louder as he got more passionate about what he was saying. He had you hanging onto every word.

“I'm breaking in to steal it all and I'll escape with every stolen moment that I spent with you. Call me a thief, girl if you want, but piece by piece I'll take each stolen moment.” He closed the song and wrote some more chords down, seemingly satisfied.

“That’s beautiful, Brad.” You spoke up and he jumped slightly.

“Morning, love. Did I wake you?” Brad chuckled as you rubbed your eyes.

“Yea, I don’t mind.” You lazily looked at him through your eyelashes. “Did you write that tonight?”

“Yeah, while you were sleeping.” He said.

“I love it.” You smiled and Brad rested his hand on your knee.

“I’m glad you like it.” He smiled. “I wrote it for you.”

“You did?” You sat up, feeling like you did when you’d reconnected that night on Graham Norton’s couch.

“Yeah.” He laughed shyly. “You’re kinda like my muse.”

“Did you mean all of that?“ You asked. “Were all those lyrics true?”

“Yes.” Brad admitted, guilt evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I know you’re not looking to date but that’s how I feel.”

“It’s okay.” You told him. “The lyrics were right. You are a thief.”

“I am?” He asked, unsure of where you were going with it.

“You stole my heart.” You bit your tongue between your teeth.

“You should stick to acting, love. Don’t ever try to say something romantic again.” Brad laughed at your attempt to be romantic. You shifted in your position so you were facing him.

“Okay fine. How about this, I really like you and I want to be with you.” You told him and his eyes lit up. “Is that better?”

“Much.” Brad confirmed before leaning in and kissing you.

Your relationship with Brad was different from your one with Tom. Brad was soft where Tom was passionate and assertive where Tom was gentle. Dating a singer was different from dating an actor, you quickly found. You got used to loves songs pandered to you and sweaty post-show hugs. Despite how deeply in love you’d fallen with Brad, you felt a twinge of pain every time you passed a poster with Toms face on it or saw a commercial for his movie. It was weird to see pictures of him at red carpets, standing alone when you usually occupied the space next to him. Every time a picture of him showed up on your feed, you let yourself linger before scrolling past. His smile had changed, and you knew why.

You didn’t want to let your past with Tom affect your future with Brad. Things were going really well with him. He always let you style his hair before a performance and gave you the biggest kiss when he got off stage. You spent your nights in his apartment as he showed you some chords on the guitar or ran new lyrics by you. It was a perfect little relationship you’d entered into. He wasn’t jealous or overwhelming. He was just what you needed.

But then his tour started up again, and you saw him less and less. Daily FaceTimes calls turned into every other day calls, which turned into once a week calls. Texts that were usually answered within seconds were answered within days. You couldn’t sleep when he wasn’t there to shut the curtain. You tossed and turned all night, sending him texts that he didn’t answer. When your birthday passed and he didn’t call until three days later, you decided it was time to call it quits.

You gave yourself “you time” after that; no more boys, especially not British ones. But it quickly became apparent that being away from Brad was much lonelier than being with him, though that seemed impossible. The breakup was different from your one with Tom. It was heavier, colder and sadder. You felt a bit of your heart breaking every time you ignored his texts or declined his call. You couldn’t allow yourself to go back to him, even though you wanted too. He was just gonna break your heart all over again, or at least that’s what you told yourself every night as the empty space he left in your bed grew colder.

Seven months after your breakup, you switched the channel on your radio and heard Brads voice coming through in some new song. You were about to turn it off when you heard a familiar phrase.

“I've had space and time to realize the grass ain't greener and I kinda miss my side. Know I shoulda listened when you told me the first time, “You won't find another like me".” Brads pain filled voice sang, and suddenly, it was december again and you were in your apartment, fighting with your boyfriend.

“You’re overreacting. I just forgot! It’s not that big of a deal!” Brad shouted when you told him he’d forgotten your birthday.

“That’s not the only thing I’m upset about, Brad.” You yelled. “We don’t talk anymore. You’re never here. I feel like I’m dating a ghost.”

“I’m on tour, Y/n.” He whined. “It’s my job. And I was here three weeks ago.”

You stopped pacing around the room and looked at him.

“You were?” You asked in shock. He hasn’t called or told you he had been home.

“Yeah, uh.” Brad sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “I was gonna call I just-“

“Save it. I don’t want to hear it.” You shook your head and headed for his door.

“Baby-“ Brad took your wrist and gently made you look at him.

“Don’t.” You pulled your wrist out of his grasp. “It’s over.”

“Fine.” He stuttered. “Leave. See if I care.”

“You won’t find another like me.” You spat before walking out his door. “I can promise you that.”

“Yeah well.” Brad said but you were already gone. Tears fell down his eyes as he realized what he’d done. “I’m scared you’re right.”

The song snapped you back to reality.

“I look for love, but there's a space inside my mind where I keep on missing you, I keep on missing you. If you've seen enough, know that I'll be right here. Not with somebody new, I keep on missing you.”

You pulled into your driveway and pulled out your phone, opening twitter to send a quick message.

“I’ve seen enough.” You tweeted and then shut off your phone. A few hours later, you smiled to yourself when you saw Brad had retweeted it. It wasn’t much, a single olive branch, but it gave you hope for the future. You clicked on his profile and saw he had a new song coming out that Friday. Brad had tweeted something about it being meaningful to him, so you waited patiently for Friday to roll around to listen to it.

Thursday night at midnight, you practically bounced up and down as you waited for the song to drop. You felt like a high schooler again, but it didn’t matter to you. For the first time in a long time, the thought of Brad wasn’t making you miserable. You were excited again, and hopeful. Finally, you could listen to it.

“There’s a lot of things that I may not know. But missing you baby, that’s the only thing I know.” The song started and it hit you instantly. He still missed you, and you missed him.

“If my heart was paper, I’d fold. Throw it to the wind and just hope it ends up with you. I signed it with love from me to you.” You’d never heard him sound so sad on a song and so lamentfull. You sniffled a little and kept listening.

“And all that I ask is that at least you write me back, I’m waiting. Here’s my paper heart, won’t you hold it?” You smiled sadly to yourself as it ended.

The moment it was over, you pulled out your phone.

“James.” You messaged, heart racing.

“Y/n.” James responded.

“I have questions.” You said.

“I have answers.” He replied.

“Is Paper Hearts about me?” You sent. The bubbles appeared on your screen and you felt anxiety rising in your tummy.

“That’s classified.” He said and you groaned.

“Please?” You asked.

“I can’t break bro code.” He said.

“Yes you can buddy I believe in you.” You wrote back.

“May I ask why?” James sent.

“Because I’m in love with your stupid frontman and I need to know if he’s in love with me too.” You texted. It was bold but you were feeling a little risky.

“In that case.” He sent. “Paper Hearts is about you. I’m pretty sure every song we’ve ever written is about you. Please take him back. He’s been unbearable. I’m pretty sure he sleeps in your hoodie every single night. Do you know how bad that thing smells now?”

You read the message over and over until tears welled in your eyes.

“I miss him.” You sent. It was all you had the strength to say.

“Then you’re coming to the show tomorrow. I’ll text security and tell them to let you in. Kiss him, kill him, scream at him, whatever you need to do to fix things, do it.” James texted. You smiled and went to your closet, finding an old Oasis T-shirt of Brads that you’d kept.

“I’ll be there. Don’t tell him tho.“ you sent back.

“I won’t.” James said.

As promised, James had warned the security guards before your arrival. You waited in the wings as they performed, feeling the bass pumping through your body.

“This next song is called For You, and it’s about the girl I love. If you take anything away from this concert, I pray you treat the people you love how they deserve to be treated and realize how good things are while you still have them. If I had listened to that advice a few months ago, I wouldn’t have to write all these songs. This ones for my baby, wherever she may be.” Brad announced before singing his heart out to the crowd, but really to you.

The show finally ended and you’d told Connor before hand not to do an encore. Your heart was in your throat when you saw Brad walking off stage, causally pulling his earpiece out of his ear and having no idea you were there. When he got closer, you stepped out of the shadows.

“Brad?” You asked, and his head snapped up at the sound of your voice. He looked at you incredulously, like he couldn’t believe you were really there.

“Y/n?” He asked and engulfed you in a giant hug. You laughed happily at being in his arms again. “What are you doing here?” He asked, still in shock.

“Your paper heart. It ended up with me.” You smiled weakly, feeling emotional at the sight of him as you placed a hand over his heartbeat. He instinctively placed his heart over yours.

“Oh, baby…” he sighed like the was about to tell you bad news. “I thought I told you not to try to say romantic things. Leave it to me.”

“How about you shut up and kiss me?” You suggested, and a wicked smile dawned on his face.

“I like that idea. I’ve missed you, love.” He said before pulling your face to his kissing you like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

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returnn-of-the-mac · 5 years ago

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Hello! Sorry to bother, but could you possibly do the companions +Maxson reacting to Sosu begin almost killed by a raider in power armor because the raider stepped on Sosu (Who had been previously knocked down) and the raider just slowly keeps adding pressure. I'd greatly prefer romance, if I may. Thank you for your time! I also apologize if this is too graphic, you don't have to do this if it's too gross.

I got really into this one. I’m a sucker for the romanced companions. Please enjoy!

FO4 (❤️) Companions (+Nick, Deacon, & Maxson) React: Sole Getting Slowly Crushed By a Raider in Power Armor

Sole and their companion had spent the greater half of the day attempting to take over Outpost Zimonja from a group of Raiders, and they appeared to have the upper hand.

Just when they thought they had taken out the final Raider, Sole was roughly picked up and slammed onto the ground facedown.

The Raider boss— a man in power armor who called himself Boomer— placed a foot on Sole’s back.

Sole yelped in pain, and the Raider boss let out a sinister laugh.

He stepped on Sole harder, this time resulting in a sickening crack.

Sole’s eyes began to water, and Boomer looked menacingly at [companion].

Preston:

“Is this really necessary?” Preston pled, “How you Raiders get satisfaction from torturing others is beyond me.”

Boomer laughed thunderously.

“Because,” he said, pressing down harder on Sole, “It’s fun to watch them suffer.”

Preston clenched his teeth. He didn’t have the manpower to take down the Raider.

Or did he?

“Now are ya gonna do anything? Or is your little friend gonna be squished like a Radroach?”

Preston set off a flare.

Boomer did not take kindly to this.

“Why I oughta—“

Crack!

Preston used the butt of his musket to crack the Raider’s helmet.

Before the Raider could fight back, he was brought down by the force of about ten bodies tackling him in unison.

The Minutemen had arrived.

Preston ran over to Sole, helped them up, checked to see if they were okay, and then got right back into the heat of the battle.

The surprise ambush had severely weakened Boomer’s armor. He eventually succumbed to the relentless attacks.

“Thank you, everyone. We couldn’t have defeated him without your help.”

When the Minutemen had dispersed, Preston approached Sole and pulled them into a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered, “I love you.”

Hancock:

“If you think I’m just gonna sit her and let ya step all over my friend here, then you’ve got another thing comin, punk,” Hancock threatened.

Boomer laughed.

“Yeah? And what’s a ghoul gonna do about it? I could probably snap ya in half between my pinky and my thumb.”

Hancock smirked before reaching into his coat and pulling out a syringe of psychobuff. He injected himself with it, and his mouth immediately contorted into a deranged grin.

“Shoulda quit while you were ahead, pal,” Hancock stated before charging at the enemy.

Boomer staggered a bit, buying Hancock enough time to whip out his knife and stab the Raider’s helmet.

His drug-induced jabs were strong enough to smash through the protective facepiece and right into the Raider’s eyeball.

“ARGH! My fuckin eye!”

Hancock didn’t stop.

He stabbed the raider in the face so frantically that his enemy had become almost unrecognizable.

Boomer fell to the ground just as the drugs began to wear off. Hancock then pulled out his shotgun and blew the man’s head off.

After he was sure Boomer was dead, he helped Sole to their feet, pulling them into a tight embrace.

“That’s what he gets for messin with us, doll,” the ghoul rasped, gently petting Sole’s hair, “I’m just glad you’re doin okay.”

Gage:

“Boomer! What the fuck,” Gage hollered, “Back off!”

“Aw, looks like Gagey’s getting soft, ey?” The raider taunted.

Gage growled.

“You n your little clique here has done nothin but cause problems. We sent ya out here to claim this turf. And ya have. But for yerselves. You lyin, greedy sacks of shit,” the raider continued, “And now yer gonna crush the fuckin overboss? The fuck’s the matter with ya? They already want you dead over in Nuka World. Why not give em another fuckin reason?”

“Do ya think I give a rat’s ass about the overboss, Gage?” he hissed, “The last one ya picked was a fuckin tool. Screwed us all over. How can we trust this one ain’t equally as shitty?”

Boomer chuckled and pressed down harder, causing Sole’s nose to spew blood.

Gage had had enough. He picked up a molotov and whipped it straight into the Raider’s head.

The force of the throw caused the fiery bottle to shatter across Boomer’s face, prompting him to roar in pain.

“Fuck you, Boomer,” Gage as he cradled a severly injured Sole in his arms. He looked at them softly, “Sorry ya had to suffer like that, babe. Ya gonna be alright?”

Sole nodded and Gage gave them a tight hug.

“Yer a real trooper, bo

Cait

Without hesitation, Cait whipped out her baseball bat.

“That’s it! I’m gonna bash yer skull in ye bastard!”

The redhead proceded to furiously whack Boomer on the arms, legs, chest, and head.

The Raider chuckled before lifting Cait off the ground and throwing her behind him like a ragdoll.

Cait hit the ground with a sickening thud before hearing Sole cry out again.

Boomer was crushing them.

Cait racked her brain for ideas when she spotted it: the fusion core.

She gripped her bat tight and bashed the core with all her might. It shattered into a million pieces.

The power armor went limp and she charged into it, effectively knocking Boomer to the ground.

She pulled out her shotgun, ripped off Boomer’s helmet, and stuffed the barrel into his mouth.

“You sure do know how to show a girl a good time,” she scoffed, pulling the trigger.

She scrambled over to her lover, sitting them upright.

“Yer safe now. Please, talk to me darlin,” she pled, slightly shaking Sole. Hert companion groaned and cracked an eye open.

“Yer alive! Oh, thank god!” She exclaimed, planting a rough kiss on their cheek, “I knew ye wouldn’t let yerself die to a spineless raider!”

Piper:

“Stop! You’re hurting [him/her]!”

“You got a good set of eyes there, doll.” Boomer hissed. He applied more pressure to Sole’s back and they let out a weak cry.

“Oh god…”

“Ya gonna try tah free em, or am I gonna haveta crush em?”

Piper racked her brain for ideas, but she was so flustered she couldn’t think of any. He was frozen.

The raider applied more pressure and Sole’s nose started to bleed.

“Blue! I—” before she could finish, something caught her eye. A note.

Boomer if we fucking find out where you’ve been hiding.

We’re coming after you. And we’re going to fucking murder you.

-Shank

Piper grabbed the note and held it up.

“Look bud. I know you’re in some hot water with the raiders, and I happen to be a reporter,” Piper announced, “Let my friend go, or I will make sure every raider across the Commonwealth knows where you’re hiding. Got it?”

Boomer growled.

“Why you little— I oughta— I— argh! Fine!” He said, stepping off Sole and kicking them to the side, “This weak fucker ain’t worth sparin with any of the raider gangs.”

He turned on his heels.

“Not a fuckin peep about my whereabouts. Got it, bitch?”

Piper nodded. “You got it.”

When Shank was out of sight, Piper lifted her injured companion into her arms.

“Oh, Blue. I’m so sorry I couldn't help you sooner than I did,” she cried, “But I’m so happy you’re alive!”

The reporter proceeded to shower her lover in kisses as they weakly clung to her.

MacCready:

“What’s your problem? Let [him/her] go!”

Boomer laughed, “Yeah. I don’t think that’s gonna happen, little man.”

MacCready grit his teeth.

“How much do you want?”

Boomer stopped laughing, his face suddenly serious.

“How much you’ve got to offer?”

MacCready laughed, “Look dude. I know how this goes. I’m not going to be the first to number drop. You want the caps, you name the price.”

Boomer rolled his eyes.

“Fine. 2500.”

“A little high, dontcha think?”

Sole glared at MacCready. If looks could kill, the merc would be six feet under. He caught their gaze and winked at them.

“2300.”

“Do I look like I’m made of caps, pal,” MacCready pressed, “2000 and you got yourself a deal.”

“Fine! Fine! Just give me my fucking money.” Boomer huffed.

MacCready fished through his duster and pulled out the caps.

The Raider greedily accepted the caps and turned around to walk away.

MacCready then helped Sole to their feet and briefly assessed them to see if they had any life-threatening injuries.

They didn’t.

Before Sole had the chance to rip MacCready a new one,however, he gave them a quick peck on the forehead, equipped his sniper, and climbed onto a bluff.

Boomer was still in plain sight. MacCready smirked as he aimed for the fusion core and shot.

He saw Boomer’s armor go limp, before watching him crawl out.

“Excellent.”

The merc aimed for the Raider’s head, held his breath, and pulled the trigger. He watched his enemies head explode, creating a shower of blood and skull fragments.

He then slid down from the bluff and ran up to Sole, pulling them into a hug.

“Before you kill me! I knew the only way to get him off you was to offer caps. I didn’t want to esculate the situation,” MacCready explained. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of Sole’s head, “I didn’t want to risk him hurting you. I didn’t...I couldn’t...I wouldn’t be able to watch you suffer like that. I love you too much.”

Nick:

Ting!

Something barely noticeable hit Boomer’s armor.

“The fuck was that?” He asked, looking around, “Was that you,tin can?”

“Says the guy in the power armor.”

“Yeah, whatever. It was probably a bug or some shit.

Nick smirked and put away the syringer rifle he was holding; the Raider was completely oblivious to the hack dart he had been struck with.

“You know Boomer, I think it would be more badass to crush [name] with your fists. I mean anybody can get crushed. It happens all the time.”

Sole looked horrified, but Nick continued.

“But to crush the life out of someone with your fists, Now that. That’s nothing to scoff at.”

The raider contemplated for a moment and agreed.

“You know what, grandpa? You’re right.”

Boomer picked Sole off the ground with the intent to squeeze the life out of them.

Sole closed their eyes and grit their teeth. They couldn’t believe Valentine, of all people, was a traitor.

“This is gonna be fun” Boomer growled, “Rest in pe—“

He suddenly dropped Sole.

“Hey what the hell?”

He then started to punch himself in the face.

“What...the fuck...is...argh! Goin on!?”

“Stop hitting yourself,” Nick teased, controlling the power armor’s actions, “Why are you hitting yourself?”

“Leave me—argh! Alone!”

“Fine, fine,” Nick agreed, putting down the controls, “Run along now, Boomer.”

“Yeah, I will! And Tenpines Bluff is gonna get the blunt of my anger!”

“He just had to push it, didn’t he?”

Boomer turned on his heels and fled.

Just before he was out of sight, Nick pressed a button and the power armor exploded, instantly killing the hostile Raider.

“Yeah, he isn’t going to be messing with any settlements on my watch,” Nick stated, while walking over to his lover. He held out a hand and Sole accepted it.

“Glad to see you’re alright, dear,” Nick said, pulling Sole into a hug and giving them a kiss on the cheek, “Now. Shall we get moving?”

Curie:

“[Name]!” Curie called, “I will get you vree!”

“Like hell you will.” Boomer called, swinging at Curie. She dodged, and then pulled out a knife.

“Zir! I eenzist you stop!”

Boomer grabbed at her and tried to fling her to the side, but Curie clamped onto his arm.

“H-Hey! Get off!”

He tried shaking her off, but she wouldn’t budge.

“Eef power armor ees anyzing like human anatomy, zen— ”

She swung her knife under the crack between the helmet and the chest piece and sparks went flying. She had severed one of the most important wires in the suit.

“Aha!”

“Argh! You bitch, what the hell did you do!? My power armor ain’t workin!”

Curie took a deep breath and calmed herself before mustering a powerful voice, “Leave or eet eez you’re neck...uh...zir!”

The raider grumbled.

“Fine, whatever. This dump ain’t worth all the trouble anyway.”

When the raider had stomped out of sight, Curie giggled.

“Did I zound zcary, [Madame/Monsieur]? I’ve been practicing my inteemidating voice!”

She helped Sole up and pulled them into an embrace.

“I’m zo glad you are zafe, my love,” Curie whispered, “I was truly worried.”

Danse:

Danse didn’t hesitate— he charged directly at Boomer in his own set of power armor.

The raider was taken aback by Danse’s swift response and staggered a bit.

Danse used this moment of hesitation to deliver a powerful blow to the enemy’s fusion core.

“Shit!”

Shards of glass flew in every direction, the dead suit slumping into a useless pile of metal.

Boomer was forced to crawl out of the suit and meet his opponent face-to-face.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Danse asked, towering over the Raider.

“Fuck you,” Boomer cursed, “Why don’t ya come outta your power armor and make it an even fight?”

“I’m not fighting for entertainment purposes,” Danse explained, trying his hardest to keep his cool, “You tried to kill my friend, and I’m not standing for it.”

“Yeah? And what’s stoppin me now, huh? Just cuz I don’t have fancy armor doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna kill [him/her]!”

“You lay one finger on [him/her], you’re dead,” Danse growled, “Leave. Now.”

“Urgh. Fine. None of ya’lls are worth my time anyway. I’ll just go slaughter some stupid settlers. They’re easy pickins anyway.”

Just as Boomer turned his back, Danse picked him up and piledrived him into the concrete ground. The force of the impact made the Raider’s head splatter.

Sole looked appalled and Danse furrowed his eyebrows.

“I...I didn’t mean for his demise to be quite so...barbaric. I just couldn't stand by and let him walk free knowing he was going to murder innocent civilians,” Danse shook his head, “But enough about that. Are you okay, [name]?”

Sole nodded and Danse smiled. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of their head and opened his arms as if to embrace them, but playfully ruffled their hair instead.

“I would have given you a hug, but I’m sure you’ve exceeded your crushed-by-power-armor quota for the day.”

Maxson

“As the Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, I order you to let my partner free.”

“Big talk from a little man in a fluffy jacket.”

Maxson clenched his fist. “You’re digging your own grave, punk.”

Boomer smirked.

“Oh, really? Well, what are you going to do about it?” He hissed, pressing down on Sole’s back harder. Sole let out a yelp.

“This!” Maxson tossed a signal grenade and within seconds two Vertibirds appeared overhead.

“What is this shit?”

A storm of bullets rained down on the Raider.

“ARGH!!”

Sole got pelted by a few bullets, but the Raider absorbed most of them.

The next thing they knew, Sole was being lifted off the ground

“You’re safe now, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” Maxson reassured, carrying Sole to the nearest Vertibird, “I wasn’t going to let that scoundrel crush you.”

When Sole and Maxson made it into the aircraft, the Elder planted a kiss on their forehead.

“We’ll have Cade examine you for injuries, but you should be alright. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Deacon:

Deacon— who had managed to strip down to his underwear and throw on a brahmin skull— started clapping, prompting Boomer to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“Wha—?”

“Congrats! You’ve passed!” Deacon exclaimed.

“Passed? Passed what? Who the fuck are you?”

Deacon pretended to be surprised.

“Wha—you don’t know me? I’m Bones. From HQ? I was sent out to test the raider bosses. Yanno, see if they can hold their own against intruders.”

Boomer scoffed, “Well of course I fuckin passed then. I ain’t no pushover.”

“Right,” Deacon smirked, “Well, you’ve earned yourself a shipment of supplies. Just clean up the corpses and let my partner go.”

Boomer nodded and stepped off Sole. Sole took a few moments to recuperate before scrambling to their feet. Deacon winked at them,

“Thanks. We’ll be on our way now.”

When Sole and Deacon had gotten far enough away from the raider boss, the duo loaded up a Fat Man and sent a mini nuke his way.

“Enjoy the shipment, jackass!”

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malumsmermaid · 5 years ago

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I’d Do Anything Bonus Chap 5

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Language? Other than that, super soft and mushy, Cashly in quarantine content

Word Count: 2,575

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The trio were relaxing at home, the first day of working from home coming up soon, having given themselves and their employees a few days to get settled and attempt to relax a bit before thinking about what needed to be done.

Ashton had just started his afternoon yoga routine, deciding to come outside for a bit, unrolling his yoga mat across the grass as a light breeze tossed his raven curls. Calum had followed his boyfriend out after putting basketball shorts on his bare lower body, Duke and Smokey trotting behind him as he settled into the cushions of the bench, scooping the small dog into his lap as he exposed his newly pink hair to the sun, having gotten an impulsive idea during their supply shop the day before.

Lily was the last out, changing from one of Ashton’s old band tees to her swimsuit she’d gotten the spring before, when it was just her and Calum. She’d spent the morning talking on the phone with Michael, listening to the blonde talk about the game he’d been developing over the past six months. He’d had her do vocals for one of the characters the week before and was going to be spending the day listening through the files to put them in place and wanted to ask her if she’d test the game when it was far enough along, devolving into updates and then Animal Crossing, Michael having gotten an advance copy of the game so he could post a review and then disappearing once the review was posted to his blog, lost in island life.

Calum’s attention drifted to Lily as she finally stepped through the back door and onto the patio, Smokey’s life jacket in one hand and a tennis ball in the other. She called the pit bull to her, strapping him into the life vest before showing him the ball, walking to the edge of the pool’s deep end. He trotted after her, bouncing as she raised the ball, flinging it towards the shallow end, both she and the dog jumping in as the ball landed in the water. She surfaced, wiping the water from her eyes and watching the shark fin on top of Smokey’s back wobble back and forth as he paddled after the tennis ball. Once he had it in his mouth he turned, tail whipping the water as he swam to his mama, presenting her the soaked and slobbery ball to throw again.

When Smokey got tired of playing fetch he swam to the stairs, climbing out and shaking off, trotting over to the sunny patio with the ball in his mouth. Calum took off the life jacket and Smokey laid down at his feet, ball still in the dog’s mouth as he stretched across the warm wood. Lily managed to swim two lazy laps before Ashton finished his yoga routine, rolling up his mat and walking over, sticking his feet in the water. She grinned from across the pool, ducking under the water and swimming over to where he was seated. His hazel eyes tracked her underwater figure, surfacing right in front of him. She rested her arms at the top of his knees, pushing herself up closer to him. He leaned down closer to her, “Getting me wet, sweets.” He said lowly, smile on his face.

“How the tables have turned,” she returned cheekily, smiling at his raised eyebrows.

He shook his head as she moved her arms off his legs, sinking back into the water. Ashton turned his head towards the sky, basking in the warmth of the early spring day. He felt Lily’s arms wrap around his legs but didn’t think much of it until the next thing he knew, he was underwater. Lily kicked off the wall, speeding to the other end of the pool before he resurfaced.

Calum had seen this coming the second Ashton started moving to sit poolside, getting his phone out to record. He was curled up in a fit of giggles as Ashton flicked his hair out of his face before swimming after their girlfriend. With his height and strength giving him an advantage he easily caught up with Lily, Calum catching his breath and carefully setting his phone on the patio table, propped up by his pop socket, checking the frame before saying, “Gonna go rescue my girl from our boy.”

He ran across the yard, leaping from the side of the pool and pulling his legs to his chest as he cannonballed into the water, sending up a massive splash, surprising Ashton to the point that he let go of Lily. She swam towards the center of the waves that now filled the pool, hiding behind Calum as he surfaced. “You’re both so gonna pay for that,” Ashton said, hazel eyes glinting playfully as he pulled his arm back.

The effects of Calum deciding they had to binge Avatar and Korra over the rainy weekend were clear as the three of them began flinging water at each other, spreading out across the pool as both dogs stared on from the safety of the patio.

~~~~~

The next day they were sitting in their home office, waiting for people to begin to log in to their first meeting of the week. All three of them had only dressed for work from the waist up, planning to wheel around the room if they had to get something from elsewhere. They were crowded around Ashton’s computer, just barely fitting three bodies into the frame.

Kelsey was the first to pop into the video chat, grinning as she realized this fact and calling, “That’s definitely not six feet you three!”

Lily blushed and Ashton easily shot back, “It’s either this or all three of us being picked up on each other’s computers and creating an echo loop.”

Kelsey just grinned in response, holding up her hands in acceptance as more people joined the virtual meeting.

The first meeting went well, just a discussion of what needed done and giving updates to the three heads of the company, Lily sliding her laptop onto the corner of Ashton’s desk to read attachments and make notes. They traded jokes back and forth as they spoke until the meeting broke up, everyone going to their next task for the day, whether for work or just cleaning up around the house.

Ashton opened the link for their next meeting, a slight energy of anxiety filling the air around the three as they waited. Duke jumped from the couch where he’d been laying with Smokey and pawing at Calum’s leg at the change in the room. Calum lifted the small dog into his lap, scratching between his ears as Ashton turned, giving Calum and Lily each a kiss, trying to be reassuring in their plan as the first member of the finance board popped into the room.

Once all five finance members had gathered Ashton started the meeting, “The three of us had a discussion over dinner last night, and had an idea. I know we’re already paying everyone working from home holiday pay, so they’re getting a week and a half worth of pay every week, but before we left the office Thursday we didn’t discuss any changes on behalf of the people whose jobs can’t be done from home. Calum, Lily and I agreed that they should be getting double their usual pay and—“

Ashton was cut off by one of the men in the meeting. “The economy is tanking because of this panic and you want to risk our company’s money paying people more, Mr. Irwin?”

Ashton stiffened, clenching his jaw and squaring his shoulders as he glared into the camera, “Can think of one way to cut some costs, Jerry.” He stated, the CEO’s voice low and dangerous.

“Ashton,” Lily warned softly, hand coming to rest on his thigh.

Jerry pressed his lips together as Ashton pushed back from the desk, stepping away from the meeting for a moment, Lily’s gaze following him as Calum took control, his tone clipped as he addressed the murmuring men in their own offices. “These employees we’re discussing are real people out there risking their own health as they continue to work. Now if you’d let Ashton finish you would’ve learned that we’d already found a solution to what you brought up. Together, Ashton, Lily, and I all make more than enough to keep ourselves afloat for however long we have to be in this situation, so we thought we could cut costs by not being paid until everyone is clear to go back to work, whenever that happens. Not having to pay the three highest ranking members of the company should easily cover any deficit of paying extra to those who can’t work from home.” Calum paused, glancing toward’s Lily her gaze on the office doorway, Ashton having exited the room, “And, as Ashton so kindly inferred, we could easily make it four if you still have a problem with it, Jerry. As you usually do whenever we have an idea for helping our employees that could potentially impact your ability to make yacht club payments.”

Lily bit her lip, holding back a laugh as Jerry’s face turned red, the other four members of the board doing the same. “Shoulda never agreed to work at a company where my bosses are young enough to be my children,” he spat before disconnecting.

Calum watched as the cameras shifted to fill the empty space glancing towards Lily as he said, “So I suppose we need to email HR before we find Ash, Lil.”

She nodded, opening a new email as he leaned back in his chair, listening as the other four men discussed the necessary movements to make the changes that had been suggested. Once it seemed like they had everything handled, Calum spoke, tone bright again, “Jaime, how’re you guys adjusting to having the kids home?” Jaime grinned, smiling as he replied, “Getting there, Bri and I have only managed to step on legos twice this morning. He has the kids now.”

Calum nodded, lips pulling into a smirk as Pete called, “Twice each or total?”

The entire group fell into laughter at that, the tension in the room easing. Lily sent her email and closed her laptop, pressing a kiss to Calum’s cheek before whispering “Gonna go check on Ash.”

“I’ll join you both in a minute, he’s probably in the gym,” he said softly, squeezing her hand before she waved goodbye to the other four men, wheeling her chair to her desk outside the camera frame, putting her laptop in the center before getting to her feet and walking out.

Sure enough, she found Ashton in their home gym, work shirt torn off so he was now only in his boxers, gloves covering his hands as he attacked the punching bag, rock music filling the room. Lily sighed as she walked over, catching the bag as he landed a high kick.

“Easy there Rocky,” she said softly, “heard it was easier to do this if you had someone holding this thing back from coming flying back at you.”

Ashton let out a heavy breath, stepping back from the bag and Lily released it as he began unwrapping his hands. She stepped around it, coming closer to Ashton, his chest already glistening from not even ten minutes of being in the gym. “As usual, everyone who isn’t Jerry is on board with our idea, figured everything out before I came down here.”

He hummed, arms wrapping around Lily once his hands were free, holding her to him, “Can’t understand how Jerry’s mind works, why he doesn’t understand that we should be taking care of everyone who works for us. Guy brings out the worst in me.” He sighed, burying his face in Lily’s hair as one hand disappeared up the back of her shirt, grounding himself.

Lily smirked, pulling back the smallest bit to look up at Ashton, “Think you should see the email with HR that our girl copied us on, love.” Calum called from where he was leaning against the door frame, “Before that wandering hand of yours gets too distracted.”

Ashton’s eyebrows knitted together, locking gazes with Calum, dots slowly connecting in his mind. “Cal razzed Jerry pretty good before he dropped out of the meeting, you missed out.” Lily giggled, Calum shaking his head as he joined his two partners, pulling Ashton against his exposed chest, having gotten his shirt half unbuttoned during his journey from the office to the gym.

Calum nodded, chewing his lip as he said, “Sure we won’t have to worry about Jerry shitting on our plans again.”

Ashton’s eyes closed as their conversation fully sunk in, body relaxing at the feeling of Lily and Calum surrounding him and holding him, resting his weight back against Calum as he let himself be held.

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They made it through a few more days of working from home before both Ashton and Lily started going stir crazy. Even their near daily walks of Duke and Smokey around the neighborhood wasn’t enough to sate them. Calum had a record spinning as he worked on the half-complete puzzle on the coffee table, Ashton pacing the backyard while Lily sat on the couch upside down. Calum smiled as he glanced up after putting another piece in the puzzle, soft chuckle passing his lips.

Lily sighed as she caught his glance, pulling herself up onto the couch and laying on her side, heavy groan coming from her. Calum shook his head, looking up as Ashton walked back inside from the backyard, pout on his face too. He hummed, getting to his feet and walking across the room, turning off the record player and grabbed the dogs’ leashes. “Car ride, let’s go!” Cal called, waving to his partners as the dogs scrambled from their spot on the rug.

Ashton and Lily both glanced at each other before following behind Calum, his car keys in his hand as he leashed the two dogs, opening the front door. They all climbed into Calum’s car, Ashton choosing to sit in the backseat with the dogs. Calum put on his summertime playlist, rolling down the windows as he drove down the driveway and out of the neighborhood.

Lily and Ashton each leaned against their open windows, smiles on their faces as the wind whipped by them. Calum stole glances at them both, openly admiring them at stoplights as all three of them bopped along to the joyful, carefree songs sounding through the speakers. Calum drove them around for over an hour before pulling back into the driveway, the grins on all of their faces brighter than they had been in a couple days.

Once they were back inside Ashton leaned over and pecked Calum’s lips, “Brilliant idea, babe, think that’s exactly what we needed. Think we should do it again in a couple days, my car though, no dogs, just the three of us. Have an idea of somewhere I want to take you both.”

Ashton had wiggled his eyebrows at the end of his sentence, but Lily and Calum had already figured out the double meaning, laughing softly as they leaned into their boyfriend, smattering him with kisses in the entryway, his giggles echoing off the walls. Calum sighed, pulling away just the slightest bit, whispering, “Think we’re gonna make it through this just fine.”

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Educated: A Clyde LoganxReader Story (1/5)

This is my first time posting on Tumblr something that i’ve written- Ah! Please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

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Chapter 1

“I am going to go down to that damn school and…” Jimmy Logan yelled before his brother Clyde interrupted him with his slow, southern drawl.

“Now Jimmy, we both know that ain’t gunna be good for Sadie. Ya’ just need ta calm down.” Clyde said, placing a hand on his older brothers shoulder to calm him down.

“Like hell imma calm down. My little girl has a broken arm because of that school! That teacher shoulda been watchin’ them kids better. What kind of…” Jimmy muttered, shrugging off Clyde’s hand. Clyde was glad that it was only Jimmy, Nancy (his head waitress) and himself in the bar at the moment, relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain Jimmy’s outburst to any customers. Jimmy, Clyde, and Nancy had come in early to do some maintenance around the place. Right as they were getting ready to get started, Jimmy had just received a call from his ex-wife Bobbie Jo saying that their daughter, Sadie, had broken her arm at school playing on the playground.

“It ain’t no ones fault. Kids are gunna be kids and accidents happen’.” Clyde said, trying to appeal to his brother’s logical side, but he already knew that it was too late for that. He sat down the glass he was cleaning and looked at his brother.

“Fuck that. My baby is sitting in a hospital because of someone in that school and I’m gunna let ‘em have a piece of my mind. Plus Bobbie Jo said I needed to run by the school and get Sadie’s backpack and stuff that got left behind.” Jimmy stood up with a jerk, moving towards the door. Clyde smoothly made his way around the bar, stopping Jimmy in his tracks.

“Right now Sadie needs ya’ at the hospital, she don’t need ya’ goin’ up to her school and causin’ a fuss. Plus ya don’t even know what happened so you don’t even know who to be mad at. Iffin’ it will make ya feel better, I’ll go on down to the school, get ‘er stuff and ask what happened while ya go on down to the hospital” Clyde said, seeing his brother calm for a second, processing his words. Looking over at Nancy, he saw her nod her head. She would often cover for Clyde when he need to run out.

“I know its someone’s fucking fault at the school so you better make sure you let them know how angry I am” Jimmy said through gritted teeth.

“Give Sadie a hug for me, let ‘er know I’ll teach ‘er the ways of managin’ with one arm.” Clyde smirked, hoping to make his brother chuckle but Jimmy was already almost to his car, muttering angry thoughts under his breath. Clyde sighed and followed, making his way to his truck.

Luckily the drive to the school wasn’t too bad, only about an hour or so. Jimmy had been real pleased when Moody and Bobby Jo had moved back after living in Lynchburg for a few months. It made it a lot easier for Jimmy to see Sadie, which meant Clyde got to have a better relationship with his niece. He had been to her school a few times in the months she had been back in the area; a school play and her end of year awards ceremony but he hadn’t been there this school year yet.

About halfway to the school he realized he had no clue who her teacher was this year. He tried to think back to the last time he had seen Sadie and was talking to her about the beginning of the school year.

“Hey hey Sadie Lou.” Clyde remembered saying as Sadie ran into his trailer and threw her arms around her uncle a few weeks earlier.

“Hi Uncle Clyde,” she said, sitting on his lap. “Guess what?”

“What?” Clyde replied, not that it mattered to Sadie, who had kept chattering over his response.

“I baked you some of my ultra famous toasted s'mores cookies.” Sadie said with a huge smile.

“Well thank ya’.” Clyde said, giving his niece a squeeze. “Them are my favorite.”

“I know! They are also my teacher’s favorite, Ms. (Y/L/N). I made them for her because I want her to like me. She is the prettiest, nicest teacher in the whole school and I want to be her favorite.” Clyde chuckled, his niece always had been a people pleaser thats why she always did so well at those pageants she liked doing.

“I ain’t believing for one second that that you needed cookies to be ‘er favorite.” Clyde said, tickling Sadie. “Yer sweet ‘nuff on yer own.”

“Uncle Clyde…” She said as she giggled and squirmed in his lap. “Stoppppp.” Clyde chuckled as he tickled her a bit more, her daddy coming to help him as they both made her laugh. He hadn’t thought much about that conversation until now as he was heading to go meet this Ms. (Y/L/N). Feeling the heat rush to his face, Clyde started to get a little nervous.

There were many things that Clyde Logan was good at. He was good at being a brother and an uncle, he was good at running a bar and making drinks, and he was excellent at making a mean plate of nachos, just to name a few. However, there was one thing that he was not good at, and that was talking to pretty women. For as long as he could remember Clyde had always been the shy brother. Mellie and Jimmy could talk to just about anyone, but he couldn’t seem to to steady himself when he was around someone who he found attractive. Sure, behind his bar counter, he could talk to the customers who came to order drinks, but when it came to being on his own he couldn’t seem to get his thoughts organized.

Clyde sure was hoping that this teacher wasn’t as pretty as Sadie made her out to be, because if she was Clyde was in for an awkward afternoon.

Clyde showed up to the school just as the students were being let out. He parked in the front parking lot, waiting a few minutes for all the students, buses, and cars to clear out. Seeing the place finally look a bit calm, he made his way out of the truck and went to the door. He was let into the office where he explained he needed to pick up Sadie’s stuff and talk to her teacher. The office checked Sadie’s file and saw that he was identified as her uncle. This meant that they were able to give him information about Sadie’s class and they pointed him in the direction of Ms. (Y/L/N)’s classroom, room 152.

He walked slowly down the hall, trying to calm himself down before he met Sadie’s teacher. Picturing his 3rd grade teacher, the terrifying and strict Mrs. Appleton, he tried to convince himself that he was going to see someone who looked like her instead.

However, when he made his way into room 152, he knew he was definitely wrong. He peered around the door frame and saw an absolute angel sitting at the teacher’s desk. Her eyes were focused on the paper in front of her, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she examined the words in front of her. She had brown hair that was hanging in her face, that she was absentmindedly twisting between her fingers. He felt almost breathless, watching her so focused, so intensely studying the piece of paper. It made him want to study her that way, watching how her eyes danced across the page and how her face reacted to the things she was reading.

Suddenly she looked up from the paper. Obviously she wasn’t expecting 6' 3” Clyde Logan to be standing at her door, so when her eyes met his she jumped with a surprised “Oh” slipping from her lips.

“Uh, sorry to uh, scare you ma'am.” Clyde said, taking a step into the classroom.

“No! I’m sorry. I was a bit too focused. I was trying to read a story one of my students wrote and unfortunately, I can’t read a single word of their handwriting.” Ms. (Y/L/N) said with an embarrassed chuckle.

“No worries ma’am.” Clyde said, his cheeks flushing red as she flashed him a smile.

“Hi. I’m Ms. (Y/L/N), or (Y/F/N). What can I help you with?” She said, standing up and walking over to Clyde, extending a hand. Clyde stuck his hand out, his prosthetic arm hidden slightly behind him. Her hand was soft, much softer than his hands. They also felt much smaller than his own. She smiled at him again and he felt his stomach fill with nerves.

“Uh. I am Clyde.” He said, pulling his hand away from hers before she could feel how clammy it was beginning to get. They stood there in an awkward silence before he realized that he probably needed to explain a bit more. “I mean, I’m Clyde Logan, Sadie’s uncle. I uh, came to get ‘er stuff.”

“Oh gosh, yes! Poor Sadie. The kids were playing at recess and she fell off the jungle gym. I haven’t been working here long, but I’ve told the principal that they need to get rid of that thing. It’s old and too high.” The teacher said as she walked over to some shelves in the room and grabbed Sadie’s backpack. She continued to talk about the incident, giving Clyde all the details of what happened but Clyde was distracted. He followed her with his eyes as she walked around collecting Sadie’s things and writing her a note. Clyde felt like he couldn’t breath, the way that her hair danced across her shoulders and the way her mouth moved as she talked making him feel like he couldn’t think clearly. Suddenly he realized that the room was quiet and that Ms. (Y/L/N) was looking at him expectantly.

“Huh?” He said, clearing his throat. His cheeks flushing with embarrassment again.

“I asked if I could send some cards the kids made her. I was hoping you could give them to her when you drop off the backpack. I also wrote her a little card myself.” She said with a smile, walking towards Clyde with the backpack and a stack of white papers.

“Uh, yeah…” Clyde mumbled. “I can do that.” He fumbled for a moment, trying to grab the backpack and the cards. Eventually he had to put the straps over his prosthetic arm, and grab the cards with the hand. He felt his face turning a bright shade of red, and he tried to make a quick exit towards the door.

“It was very nice to finally meet you Mr. Logan. Sadie talks about her brave uncle frequently.” Ms. (Y/L/N) said. Clyde stopped, turning to look at her.

“Oh really?” Clyde said, a shy smile spreading across his face.

“She likes to write stories about you. It’s pretty cute.” Ms. (Y/L/N) said, leaning against her desk and looking at Clyde. “She makes you a superhero, saving the day. She is usually your sidekick. You’ll have to ask her to read them one day.”

“I’d like that.” Clyde said, looking at her until he felt so overwhelmed he had to look at the ground.

“Well thank you for coming to get the stuff. And also thank you for your service.” She said, quietly, before flashing Clyde a smile that made his stomach flipflop.

“Uh. Thank you. I mean, uh, yur welcome.” Clyde said, making his exit. His cheeks felt like they were on fire as he made his way down the hall and out of the school. Of course he would embarrass himself in front of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen that just happened to be his niece's teacher. There is no way now she’d be interested in a guy like him because he must have seemed like an idiot to this beautiful, educated woman. Clyde opened his truck door, slinging the backpack into the passenger seat and placing the cards on top. He leaned his head against the back of the seat, closing his eyes and trying to forget the last 10 embarrassing moments of his life.

He also felt confused because he could decide whether or not he wanted to see Ms. (Y/L/N) again. He had never had a “crush” come on so quickly like that and it made him feel like he was 15 years old again. Like he was young and not in control of his body. Feeling ridiculous and hoping that driving would clear his thought, he started his truck and texted Jimmy to let him know that he had Sadie’s stuff and was making his way back to the bar. He kind of hoped he could forget this afternoon ever happened, but he had a strong feeling that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

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