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whumpdoyoumean · 2 months ago

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Whumptober #13

xxx multiple whumpees

Jensen's lungs are burning. Muscles he didn't even know he had are aching, and he's pretty sure he's never sweat so much in his life. Every part of his body is begging for a break, just a few minutes of rest and then he can keep going. But he knows that if he stops, if he puts down Clay for even a second, there's no way he'll be able to continue. And then Clay will die out here. So he presses onward.

He has no idea how much time has passed, or how many miles. Somewhere along the way, he lost track of everything except placing one foot in front of the other. He's still so focused on maintaining his forward momentum that he doesn't even feel relief when base camp come into view, just keeps moving.

"Holy shit." A soldier sitting outside the nearest tent stands as Jensen approaches.

"He needs help," Jensen grunts. The soldier shouts for a medic, and a second later there's a flurry of activity as people swarm Jensen.

"You alright, soldier?" someone asks as they take Clay from off his back and get him onto a stretcher.

"I'm fine," Jensen says breathlessly. "Just take care of him."

He watches as they whisk Clay away. The exhaustion hits a second later, and he's on his ass in the dust before he even knows he's moving.

"Jensen!" Pooch bursts from one of the tents, Cougar on his heels. "Hey, you good?"

Jensen just nods.

"Drink," Cougar commands, pushing a canteen into Jensen's hands. Jensen takes it gratefully, gulping down water, not caring when some of it spills down his chin. He's pretty sure he's never tasted anything as wonderful as this in his whole life.

"We thought you guys were dead." Pooch's voice is shaky. "How'd you make it back?"

Jensen takes another drink of water before answering. "Walked."

Cougar lets out a low whistle as Pooch gawks.

"You carried the colonel all the way here?"

Jensen nods again. "How're you guys? Roque?"

"Cougs and I are good. Cougar got a few stitches. Roque's concussed, he's sleeping right now but he'll be fine...You should probably get checked out, too."

Jensen shakes his head. "Naw, I'm fine, Pooch." He holds his hands up, and even lifting his arms makes them ache. "Help me up."

Cougar and Pooch each take one of Jensen's arms and they pull him to his feet. Every muscle in his body screams in complaint, and he grits his teeth against the pain. The guys don't let go once Jensen is upright, which is nice because he's pretty sure that without their help he would just lay down and sleep right here.

"You sure you're good, J?" Pooch asks.

"Pooch, lay off. I just need some sleep."

Now that Clay is in the hands of the medics, it's harder to get his body to obey him and his footsteps are clumsy as they make their way to Jensen's bunk. When they get to his cot, he collapses onto it with a long sigh. The mattress is thin and the tent is hot and stuffy, but Jensen couldn't really give a shit.

"We'll let you know once there's an update on Clay," Pooch says.

Jensen is already asleep.

xxx

"Jensen?"

Somewhere in the hazy space between asleep and not, Jensen is distantly aware of someone touching him, of a hand gripping his shoulder and giving it a shake. He starts moving toward consciousness and regrets it almost immediately. He feels like he's on fire; he's too hot and every muscle in his body burns. A hand pushes his hair back, then lays flat against his forehead. The skin is blessedly cool and Jensen almost whines when it withdraws.

"Jensen, porfa. Open your eyes, parcero."

He does, because it's Cougar asking. The sniper is staring at him with wide eyes, his eyebrows pinched and his lips pursed with worry.

"Cougs," he says. The name scrapes against his throat. "What...what's goin' on?"

He closes his eyes again and a second later, he feels himself being lifted off the cot, slung over Cougar's shoulders, just like Jensen had done with Clay.

"I have you, Jensen," Cougar says. He sounds far-off again. Consciousness is slipping away from Jensen and he can't hold onto it. Cougar's voice is the last thing he hears before the black overtakes him.

"I have you."

xxx

Jensen wakes up in a room that's far too quiet and air conditioned to be a field hospital. If he was transferred here, that means he must've been in pretty bad shape. Which doesn't make sense, because he wasn't injured in the ambush. He feels like he was, a dull ache throbbing through his whole body.

"Hey, soldier."

Jensen turns, a little confused when he sees Clay sitting up in the bed next to him. There's a bandage wrapped around his head and his arm is in a sling, but he smiles when Jensen looks over at him.

"Colonel! You're okay?"

"A little banged up, but yeah, I'm okay."

Jensen shifts a little, then hisses as the movement tugs at an IV in the back of his hand. He frowns down at it, is about to poke it when Clay makes a disapproving noise.

"Leave it alone."

Jensen scowls, but does as he's told. He looks back over at Clay.

"Why am I here?" He vaguely remembers going to sleep after making it back to base, but everything after that is a blur.

"Cougar went to tell you that I was gonna be moved here, and you're damn lucky he did. You were in the early stages of kidney failure when he found you."

Jensen feels the blood drain from his face. "I – what?"

"Yeah, it was...what did the doctor call it? Rhabdo-something."

"Rhabdomyolysis?" Jensen's voice is a little strained when he said it; if there was any color still in his cheeks he's sure it's gone now.

"Yeah, that's it. How'd you know that?"

"My sister was in nursing school when I went into Basic. She wrote me at least three letters reminding me to stay hydrated because apparently she'd heard some statistic that people in boot camp are more likely to get it." He groans, leaning his head back against the pillows. "She's gonna kill me when she finds out."

"Yeah, that's if you survive Pooch and Cougar," Clay says, smirking a little.

Jensen winces. "I maybe should've listened to Pooch."

"Yeah, you think? You scared the hell out of 'em."

Jensen squirms a little as an image of a panicked-looking Cougar desperately saying his name flashes across his mind. He doesn't know if it's a memory, or if it's just his brain conjuring up images of what may have been. Either way, it makes a feeling of guilt settle in his gut.

"Sorry."

"It's not me you need to apologize to," Clay says. His expression softens a little. "You saved my ass out there, Jensen. Thank you."

Jensen shrugs. "Yeah, well. Someone had to do it."

xxx

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nescaveckwriter · 5 months ago

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Love Ain't Pretty - #2 Don't Cry Long. 💞

Summary: Desperate to get out of her current situation, Kacie Atkins, goes home, well too her Grandmother's Ranch, only too find a older, handsome stranger and heartbreaking news. Finally learning the truth about why her parents took her away, 'Love Ain't Pretty' is filled with Drama, Secrets and Lies, laughter and Forbidden Love.🐞🩷

A/N: 🐞... Okayz, I am super excited for this one okay, like SUPER.. So I hope y'all enjoy this little treat. I love JDM, but I do not write about them personally, so meet Franklin Clay, originally from the movie Losers (just now years later) okayz bye Sweet's 💓

Warnings: *18+ Only* Some light swearing, feeling a little lost, anything else let me know.😅

Characters: O.C - Kacie Jones, Franklin Clay😋

Words: 2988 😊

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕 Also please do not copy my work, or use it as your own, all my stories, is my own.🐞

The sun rays shining in, cast’s a golden orange shimmer, on her face, moaning slightly, at the bright light, opening one eye, trying to regain some sense of direction where she is, her eyes fluttered open, she is in her old room, shifting on the bed, letting her head rest against the wooden headboard, glancing around, a sad smile tugging at her lips, her Memaw left the room exactly the same. It almost feels like she’s that little ten year old girl, running around with pigtails again, laughing, not a care in the world.

Before she could try and stop it, the tears rolled down her cheeks, underneath her breath “Memaw, I can’t believe your really gone” brushing away the tears, she swings her legs off the bed, and neatly packed next to the bedside table, is her boots, on the bedside table, her jacket neatly folded, her suitcases packed away in the corner. It’s disturbingly neat, that older guy, whose name she doesn’t know must’ve carried her to bed and place all the stuff so neatly, as she gets up, making a mental note, that she’d need to thank him, maybe buy him a gift or bottle of some expensive liquor, then sighing, remembering she’s flat broke.

Walking towards her bathroom, splashing some water in her face, her greenish eyes a grey today, almost hearing her grandma’s voice “honey why are you sad,? I know you’re sad, because that pretty forest green is replaced with grey today!” smiling, her Memaw knew her better than her own mother. Gasping “Oh darn, I never texted mom, I’m safe” sighing heavily, knowing she should rather call her, tell her about grandma’s passing.

The whistling kettle shook her out of her thoughts, who’s in the house? Can it be that guy? Before she knew it, she ran down the stairs, halfway, the freshly fried bacon and eggs, aroma filled the air. She walked barefoot into the kitchen, her eyes roamed over the tall man, with his darkish grey hair, for a few seconds she watched him, smiling, he kind of seemed so out of place, and really comfortable in the kitchen as well, he had broad shoulders and tattoo’s peeking out underneath his sleeves, he doesn’t look like the farmer type and yet somehow, it works for him, or maybe it’s just the cowboy hat, hell if she knows, what exactly, makes this man tick, classifying him as hot is on the tip of her tongue, but hell no! What he must be at least 15- something years older. What the hell is wrong with her, shaking her head.

In a soft voice she greets him “Morning” he turns around knowing she was there, he heard her coming down the stairs, he couldn’t help the slight smirk, knowing she stared at him for a while now, he’s voice gruff “Morning Kacie, sleep well?” Being barefoot, made her look even smaller, he glanced down at her, as she answered “Uhm, yeah I was out like a light, must’ve been the road and news, and…” she trailed off, and he could see, she tried her very best not to let the emotions well up in her eyes, so he spoke up “I made breakfast, and coffee” she smiled and said “thank you, it smells delicious”.

He gestured for her to sit, and fixed her a plate, pouring some freshly brewed coffee in her cup, his gaze fell on the way she wrinkled her nose, as she inhaled the smell, “smell so good, thank you.” he nods and smiles, taking a seat himself, starting to eat, watching her take the piece of toast and eating it, he takes a bite in to the crispy bacon, licking his fingers off, “the food okay?” she smiled and nodded “yes thank you delicious” he lifted a brow, “yeah? Then why haven’t you eaten a single piece of this bacon, too crispy for you?” Her eyes wide, you can practically see the gears turning in her head “uhm… uh.. I am just not that hungry this morning!” He watched her intently then “you don’t need to be hungry to eat bacon, it's the best smoked meat you can get” she smiled and nodded, “jip” he furrowed his brows, “oh hell no… your too city aren’t ya?” she looked confused “excuse me?” he basically growls, “you don’t eat meat do ya?” she looked guilty “No, sorry I’m a vegetarian, but toast is good'' he practically growled “You poor thing , just vegetables and leaves and lettuce, like a cow”.

Her jaw dropped “excuse me? Did you just call me a cow?” he shook his head, his gaze a little puzzled, “no… not really, but I mean your eating habits are similar” she stood up from the chair, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Out! Get out of my house, Mr… Mr..” he fell in mid sentence, a cocky smile on his face “Franklin, Franklin Clay, little one” she huffs, squinting her eyes ``Well Franklin go, your rude, and I don’t need rudeness now” he pushed back the chair and straightened out , he couldn’t hold the chuckle, she looks like a angry little squirrel, cheeks all puffy, and rosy, her eyes wide, she didn’t exactly scream intimidation. She points her finger at him, “this isn’t funny, get out” she huffs again. And he had to bite back a snicker, he threw his hands up in surrender, smirking “Fine I’m leaving, but I’m next door if ya need anything” he walked out.

He got in his truck, and drove off slowly when he saw in the rear view mirror, that’s she’s running after him, with a plastic tupperware bowl in her hands, waving him down, he came to a stop and hung out of the window, amused, mocking tone “yes little one” she came to a halt, a little breathless, “firstly I’m not a ‘little one’ I’m a 30 year old women” handing him the tupperware “secondly here’s your bacon and eggs, enjoy!” she huffs and marches off. Shaking his head, then placing the bowl on the passenger seat, and driving off, laughing thinking “Ain’t she something”.

Marching back into the house, huffing, the cheek of this man to call her a cow, just because she's against eating meat. Slouching onto the couch, urgh, he’s insufferable.At first she thought he was so nice, but hey if it looks too good to be true then it is! Sitting there tapping her foot, what the hell is she supposed to do now? She came here for advice and now she can’t even talk to anyone. Maybe she should call her mom, and then her sister, who rarely speaks to her, probably due to the fact that, she’s practically seventeen years older than her, then there’s her brother, they have a bit of a better relationship, but she always felt, as if she’s out of place in her own family, maybe because she’s the arty one, the only one who ever accepted her was her grandma, her love and care always felt so unconditional, her dad, always were a little softer and kinder than her mother, but only when mom didn’t see, he’d give her a hug, or a amazing pep talk, complimenting her art, or so on. Somehow it always felt like they were hiding something, but she just always shrugged it off.

After a while of drowning in her own thoughts she got up and strolled to her grandmother's room, remembering the letters on her bedside table. She took the one addressed to her with trembling hands. The whole room smells like her Memaw, she always had this one specific perfume, that she’d wear day in and out. She opened the letter, the first tear fell as she saw her grandmother’s handwriting… My dearest Kacie, my sweetheart, I know this would come to you as a surprise, but I kept my illness still. The only one who knew was Clay. He helped so much. I hope by now you have met him, he is a beautiful soul, a little rugged but a good man. I know your parents has always been hard on you, and I also know that you loved being on the farm, and how sad you were when they took you to the city, but sweetie, this farm is yours now, the paperwork is done and it's on your name, you can do with it what you want, but if you choose to stay, find a way to combine your art with this ranch okay, you have such an amazing gift, you enrich people with your art! And honey, please remember, don't cry long, cause there’s always reasons to celebrate life, find your joy my child, and always remember I love you, always and forever… your Memaw. By the end of that letter tears were streaming down her face… she had to reread it a few times, the ranch, the farm she grew up on, is now hers… but why? She has so many questions,... How does she break the news to her family?. How does she run a ranch? And why didn't the ranch go to her mom? Is this what she's supposed to do with her life? Can someone just tell her what she is supposed to do?

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peachihellcat · 1 year ago

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Franklin Clay, the man that you are

#jeffrey dean morgan #franklin clay #the losers #the losers (2010)#art #my art #artists on tumblr #artwork #women artists #digital illustration #female illustrators #illustrators on tumblr #digital art #illustration

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integra1127grimmreaper · 1 year ago

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Let's Start Over

Sad Alt Ending

Clay Masterlist

Warning: violence, angst, mention of murder & attempted suicide, character death

A/N: Because @scorpioempress begged me for a happy ending... Here ya go luv!

Thank you to @chalahyung01 for the ideas in order to make this chapter! 💖

Summary: Alterative ending to Doesn't Even Matter. Chapter inspired by the song - It's Not Over by Daughtry. A surprising twist in plans comes forward.

You silently followed behind Roque and Wade as they made their way toward the person you assumed to be Max, standing inside a container.

"So, you're Max?" Roque loudly remarks and the man turns around.

"Welcome to the team..." he smiles in response, turning his attention to you then.

"And who might this lovely lady be?"

"She's with me" Roque replies.

Max narrows his eyes, silently studying you for a moment, causing your skin to crawl at the way he looked at you. After a few more moments of staring, Max turns to Wade, silently nodding at him.

"Supervise the loading of the money, onto our plane" Wade instructs Roque.

"What do you mean?" the weapons dealer stares at Wade in confusion.

Roque and you silently watch the interaction for a second and turn to do what was ordered.

"Not you..." Wade calls out, pointing at you.

"You, stay here."

Roque and you silently stare at him, then at each other. Roque steps closer to you, whispering into your ear.

"If the shit hits, head for the plane."

You silently nod at him, moving back toward the container while he heads to the plane.

You didn't like this one bit.

You stood silently watching the interaction between Max and the weapons dealer when suddenly a massive explosion goes off on the opposite side of the port.

"What the fuck was that?" Wade yells out as Max's men points their weapons onto the dealer's men.

"I'm gonna need you to arm this device right now" Max calmly orders the dealer.

"Extremists are about to be framed for cratering the great port of L.A."

"You're insane!" the dealer responds in disbelief.

Eyes widening in shock, you take a small step back.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Max rants on about it being for the greater good, and you knew you had to do something to stop his madness.

Taking slow steps backwards, you slip your weapon out, making sure to keep an eye on everyone as you try to think of a plan to stop Max.

Just as you were about to make your move, the sound of the gate being crashed into was heard and Wade and his men began shooting towards an oncoming van.

You let out a sigh of relief when seeing the team rushing out of it and returning fire.

Thank God... even though you had turned sides, you never wished any harm to Pooch, Jensen and Cougar.

You take cover, taking out a few guards that the team had missed.

"Y/N! Get over here!" Roque calls out to from the plane, while the money was still being loaded.

You stood frozen; torn between wanting to get the hell out of there and making sure your friends were safe.

Pooch had a wife and a baby on the way, Jensen had niece and Cougar had family that loved him, Clay, you didn't give a fuck about anymore... at least that's what you tell yourself.

You were in a complete daze as you watched your friends fight off gun fire from all directions. Having made your mind up to help them, you about to go to them but then you saw her.

Aisha... but of course, Clay would gladly take is lover back into the fold. Fuck it... you decide, falling back and wait until you had a clear opening to head to the plane so that you and Roque could get the hell out of there.

You watch as Roque yells orders into the plane, firing his weapon in Clay's direction and he returns it. They soon run out of bullets and Roque throws a knife at Clay, jumping out the plane to begin hand-to-hand combat.

You were struggling to get to them; running up against gun fire from Max's guards once they realized you had turned on them.

"Ya know, I always wondered how this was going to play out, Clay..." Roque remarks, holding a knife in each hand.

"Told you already" Clay smirks, clutching his gun at the muzzle as a weapon.

"You die, very badly..."

"Oh yeah...?" Roque scoffs, chuckling softly.

"That because I took your girl...?"

"You're dead!" Clay growls out in response and two begin fighting in earnest.

"Roque!" you call out, making a run for the plane once you had an opening.

Both he and Clay pause for a second at hearing you.

"Get on the plane!" Roque yells out to you.

You were nearly close to them when a shot goes off, you scream out in pain as a bullet ripped through shoulder and you fall to the ground.

"No!" Clay yells out as you dropped to the ground. Turning toward Roque, he releases all his anger out on him then.

Roque manages to get Clay in a headlock, knife at his throat.

"It's your fault she got shot! Now I'm definitely gonna cut your head off!"

"Go-for-it!" Clay responds, elbowing him in the face.

You manage to sit up, groaning in pain as you clutch at you shoulder and then that's when you see Clay chasing Roque into the plane. Realizing that you wouldn't be able to make it and that you were in the path of the plane and ongoing gun fire, you hastily drag yourself to cover behind some containers.

A few guards come across your hiding spot and you easily dispose of them as you sit leaning against the container. Suddenly the sound of the plane starting up was heard, taking a peek from your hiding spot; you see Clay lying sprawled out on the ground and Roque was nowhere to be seen.

"Son-of-bitch!" you hiss out at the realization that he had abandoned you.

You hear the sound of an oncoming motorcycle and suddenly see Clay standing up from the ground. With wide eyes, you watch as he stood directly in the between of the path of the plane getting ready to take-off and Wade heading toward him full speed on the motorcycle.

"No-fuckin'-way..."

You hear a long-range shot go off and suddenly Wade's bike is exploding, flinging him into the air and directly into the plane's engine. The bike ends up heading directly into the front of the plane, causing it to explode and that's when you knew, you were fucked.

I've got to get the fuck out of here.

After having to choose between stopping a massive explosion or killing Max, Clay resurfaces from the water with the remote for the bomb in-hand.

"Hey...! Look what Pooch found!" Jensen calls out in excitement from an extremely bright canary yellow stretch hummer.

"Look what I found..." Clay remarks, remote clutched tightly in his palm.

Pooch throughs him some duct tape and he quickly disarms it.

"See ya got Max too!" Jensen cheerfully remarks.

"What?" Clay frowns at him.

"No, I didn't. He got away 'cause I had to dive in after the remote."

"Really?" Jensen frowns in confusion.

"We came across his body further up. If you didn't, then who did?"

"What?" Clay stares at him open-mouthed.

"Clay!" you call out, stepping out from behind a container.

"Oh, it was you!" Jensen remarks with a smile, but it soon drops when realization hits.

"But didn't Clay say, you were working with Roque?"

"It wasn't me!" you shake your head frowning.

Noticing the cuts on your face from haven fallen and you clutching at your injured shoulder, Clay's face turns to one of concern as he takes a step towards you.

"Y/N..."

"Don't!" you yell out, lifting your gun up at him in warning.

"Don't come any closer..."

"We can talk about this..." Clay attempts to reason with you.

"What's there to talk about...?" your voice wavers as you place the gun against the side of your temple then, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

"It's done. I'm done..."

"No! Wait!" Clay pleads at you, tears forming in his eyes now too.

"Please. I don't want to lose you... not like this. Please..."

"You can't lose something you never wanted in the first place" you chuckle almost insanely at him.

"Goodbye-Clay..." you smirk, suddenly turning the gun back onto him.

"Y/N! Wait!" you hear someone yell out from behind you.

"Roque?" you stare in open-mouthed confusion as he comes closer.

"The plane...? You died..."

"Got off when his ass was sprawled out on the ground" Roque responds, nudging his head toward Clay.

"Now, put the gun down, Kid."

"Wasn't gonna shoot him..." you state with a frustrate grunt, blindly waving the gun in their direction.

"Was counting on one of them to take me out instead."

"What?" Clay finally speaks up then, staring at both Roque and you in shock.

"Never mind that" you shrug him off with another wave of your gun, waving it in Roque's direction then.

"How the fuck are you alive?"

Roque lets out a soft chuckle at your remark.

"It was all part of the plan..."

"What-plan?!" both you and Clay yell out in confusion.

"Make Max believe that I turned sides so I could get close enough to kill him" Roque explains like his talking to toddlers.

"Why-the-fuck-didn't-I-know-about-it?!" both you and Clay ask yet again at the same time.

"Shut up, Clay!" you growl at him in frustration.

"But-" Clay tries to speak but you cut him off.

"I'll ask the questions" you snap at him, returning your attention back to Roque then.

"How come I didn't know about this so-called plan?"

"It was Aisha's idea..." Roque replies.

"Aisha...?" Clay and you both turn toward her only to see a gun being pointed directly at Clay.

"Was a great plan..." Aisha smirks, shrugging then.

"Max is dead now and soon you'll be too."

Everyone freezes as they realize what was about to happen, all expect you though.

"Ai-" Clay's words are cut short as a gunshot goes off and Aisha drops to the floor, a bullet hole right between the eyes.

"What...?" you shrug as Clay stares at you open-mouthed.

"She was gonna kill you."

"Uh- not to be a party-pooper, guys..." Jensen interjects himself then.

"We really should be going, before this place is littered with cops."

"We just need to do one thing though" Roque remarks then, stepping toward the container that the money had been in.

"Whoa..." Pooch stares dumbstruck at the two remaining stacks.

"Wasn't gonna let all that money go to waste" Roque smirks.

"Holdup!" you wave your gun at him.

"You still owe me an answer.

"I'll tell ya everything once we're gone from here" Roque replies and goes to load the money into the Hummer.

"Fine" you grumble out.

"Fuck!" you hiss out when your shoulder wound begins to burn once the adrenalin had worn off.

"C'mon..." Clay reaches out to lead you hand.

"Let me help you into the car."

"I'm fine" you grunt, pulling your away from his hold and getting in yourself. Clay's head drops in defeat as he watched you walk away from him.

After patching you up, Roque finally explained the plan, he and Aisha had made before it was revealed that she was Fadhil's daughter. They had Roque reach out to Wade, and make a deal; that he would deliver both the hard drive and the team into a trap set by Max. What Wade didn't know, was that it was all part of their plan; to get Roque close enough to Max to catch him and finally clear their names and get their lives back.

"We decided the less people knew about the plan, the more believable it would be" Roque had explained.

"I get that" you nod in understanding.

"But why get me into the double-crossing bit?"

"Had to give you a reason to live..." Roque states.

"For-fucks-sake-kid... you were about to blow your brains out!"

"Don't remind me" you grumble out, a bit embarrassed.

"What-the-fuck?!" Pooch, Jensen and Cougar stares open-mouthed at his comment.

"Long story..." you shrug them off, pointing toward Clay then.

"Mostly that one's fault."

You notice the look of regret crossing Clay's features as he flinches at your words and the guys shoot daggered stares at him.

"Enough about the past" you change the topic then.

"There's enough money for us all to retire. We can all live our lives in peace now... Pooch, isn't Jolene supposed to give birth soon?"

"Yeah, she is..." Pooch smiles deep in thought.

"So, how about we get you home, and then we all can go our separate ways thereafter?" you suggest.

"You're leaving?" a surprised Jensen asks.

You nod, giving Jensen a sad smile.

"We ain't in the business no more, so it's for the best that Roque and I distance ourselves from you guys. Right, Roque?"

Roque faintly smiles, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder.

"That's right, Kid."

Your turns back toward the others as they sadly stare at you.

"It's for the best, guys."

Although not happy with your decision, they all nod in understanding, and that's when you notice the look of pure devastation on Clay's face, but you choose not to acknowledge it.

That bridge has burnt and can never be rebuilt.

"It's a boy and he looks just like me!" an excited Pooch radio's in as the team stood outside in the rain to hear the news.

Clay pops a bottle of champagne as everyone celebrates Pooch becoming a father.

"No thanks" you decline when Cougar offers you a sip from the bottle, looking to Roque then.

"We should get going."

Roque nods in agreement and you go to hug Jensen and Cougar goodbye, turning to Clay with a sorrowful smile.

"Goodbye, Clay."

With pleading eyes, Clay takes a step closer towards you.

"Can we please talk?"

Exhaling heavily, you look down at the ground, then up at Roque. He silently nods at you, addressing Clay by holding out his car keys.

"Here, you two take my car to the hotel, and we'll take the van."

"Thanks, Roque" Clay responds taking them, reaching a hand outward to direct you.

"Shall we..."

I was blown away What could I say? It all seemed to make sense You've taken away everything And I can't deal with that I try to see the good in life But good things in life are hard to find

We'll blow it away, blow it away Can we make this something good? Well, I'll try to do it right this time around

"I'm sorry" Clay finally speaks out into the quiet car.

"For what?" you ask nonchalantly.

"For being a total asshole toward you. For treating you the way I did."

You're caught off-guard then when his voice begins to waver as tears ran down his cheeks.

"For pushing you to the point of wanting to end your life..."

"You should feel sorry" you respond, your own voice wavering then as well.

"You fuckin' wished I had been on that chopper when it blew up! You fuckin' said it to my face!"

"I didn't mean it" Clay drops his head in shame.

"After the standoff with Fadhil, I wanted you to get on the chopper for your own safety... I almost lost you, if I hadn't reacted fast enough."

"And then you wanted to force me onto a chopper that was shot down the instant it was in the air" you state matter-of-factly.

"I didn't know that was going to happen" Clay whimpers out.

"All those innocent kids... I still have nightmares about it."

You begin to tear up at the memory of that day.

"They were so happy to have been saved..."

Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over Because a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over

I've taken all I could take And I cannot wait We're wasting too much time Being strong, holding on Can't let it bring us down My life with you means everything So I won't give up that easily

"I have nightmares of you being on that chopper as well" Clay confesses. Grabbing hold of your face and pressing his forehead against yours as he begins crying.

"I-never-meant-it... I-love-you."

"No, you don't!" you cry out, shaking your head in denial.

"I do" Clay insists whilst crying himself.

Pulling yourself from his grip, you glare at him then.

"Then explain Aisha?"

Clay cringes at your remark, dropping his head in shame.

"I'm an asshole... everyone knows it.

"No denying that..." you nod in agreement.

"I did it so that you would hate me, because I was scared" Clay finally admits.

"I'm not good with relationships, with love..."

You scoff at his confession.

"So, you decided to hurt me instead? Because you were afraid of loving me?"

"I would rather lose you emotionally than physically..." Clay states.

"If you want to go and be with Roque, then I understand, as long as you're happy. I just wanted to clear things between us before you do."

"Be with Roque...?" you stare at him confusion.

Clay arches a brow at your remark.

"You're together, aren't you?"

"Heck, no!" you burst out laughing.

"He's just a good friend. One that was there to drag me out of my darkest hours. If it wasn't for him, I'd be in the ground."

Clay stares at you hopefully then.

"So, you're not romantically involved?"

"Nope" you shake your head.

"But you were going to leave together?" Clay scrunches his face in confusion.

"The country, yes. But we were going our separate ways thereafter" you explain.

"Ok" Clay nods, taking in all the information.

"I have one question for you though?"

"Ok" you nod in agreement.

"Would you have pulled the trigger?"

"No" you immediately answer.

"It was a bluff, so that one of the others would shoot me."

"What?" Clay stares at you in shock.

"Why?"

"My plans for a new life were screwed. There was no other way out of the situation but that."

"They never would have done it, you know" Clay comments.

"I know the guys wouldn't have" you respond.

"But Aisha would have, and I was counting on that."

Clay's head drops in realization at it all.

"You're right. Thank you for saving my ass with that situation."

"You're welcome" you respond, smirking at him then.

"I might kinda hate you, but I wasn't about to let her kill you."

Clay flashes you a faint smirk.

"Thanks."

"So... what do we do now?" you awkwardly ask.

"Please, don't go..." Clay stares at you with pleading eyes, and you felt yourself slowly covering.

"Why?"

Taking hold of your hands, Clay brings them to his lips to kiss.

"I love you. I don't want to lose you. Please, give me another chance to prove myself to you?"

I'll blow it away, blow it away Can we make this something good? 'Cause it's all misunderstood Well, I'll try to do it right this time around

Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over Because a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over

You stare deep in thought at him for a moment.

You still loved him. He loves you. Would it really be such a bad idea to give him another chance?

"One chance..." you state in warning.

"That's all you get. If you mess it up, I'm gone..."

"I can do that" Clay eagerly agrees.

"Good" you smile at his reaction and he smiles at you in return.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Nope" you smirk, shaking your head at him.

"You gotta wine and dine me first..."

"Fair enough..." Clay chuckles at your remark.

You grin at him in response.

"We're doing this the right way this time around, Col. Clay..."

"Yes, Ma'am..." Clay gives you a small salute and you couldn't help but laugh.

"How about a forehead kiss...?" Clay attempts his luck.

Squinting your eyes at him for a second, you faintly smirk.

"Ok."

We can't let this get away Let it out, let it out Don't get caught up in yourself Let it out

Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over Because a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over

The team was having a family day at Jensen's niece's soccer game.

"Anyone hear from Roque?" Pooch remarks while Jensen keeps shouting at the referee.

"He's good..." you remark in-between bites of your snack.

"Enjoying himself on some exotic beach somewhere."

"Lucky bastard" Jensen comments in-between his arguing and you chuckle out at it.

Your attention goes back to the game as you rest your head against Clay's shoulder.

"You ok?" he stares down at you.

You tilt your head up at him, smiling.

"Yup."

"Good" he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jolene hands their son to Pooch and he turns to Clay then.

"Col... do you wanna jump on this for me?"

Clay looks at the baby, offended that Pooch would ask him to change the baby's dirty dumper.

"I'd rather jump on a live grenade..."

"It'll be practice, for when your one arrives..." Pooch remarks nudging his head toward you, causing you to burst out laughing.

Clay glares at you, turning back to Pooch then.

"That's different..."

"C'mon..." Pooch begs then.

"I'm invested, I have a hundred dollars in this game."

Clay scoffs at his remark.

"Wait-a-minute... who the hell did you find to bet a hundred dollars on a girl soccer game?"

"Uh... that would be me" you sheepishly left up a hand in confession.

"What?" Clay raises a brow at you.

"Seriously...?"

"You bet against the Petunia?!" Jensen yells out offensively.

You sheepishly raise your hands and shrug.

"It was a good bet."

"The betrayal...!" Jensen scoffs, glaring at you.

"I thought we were family?!"

Something on the field catches his eye before you respond, and he jumps up yelling at the referee again.

One of the opposing team members had pushed his niece onto the group, causing Jensen to jump up and run onto the field in protest.

Clay and you were silently smiling at one another; completely lost in each other's eyes during that moment when suddenly, Cougar taps on Clay's arm and points toward Jensen.

Clay softly chuckles at the scene of Jensen and the referee having a standoff.

"We should probably get him..." you state, a bit concerned.

"We will..." Clay states, pointing between, Pooch, Cougar and himself.

"You stay where you are."

"But-" you begin to protest, but he cuts you off.

"No buts... you're pregnant. Besides, he's still mad at you over the bet.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh out in defeat.

"Fine."

"Good girl" Clay smiles triumphantly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"Love you..."

"Love you too" you respond, smiling.

"Now, go get Jensen... before he gets his ass beaten-up."

"Yes, Ma'am..." Clay chuckles, sneaking another kiss before running off to save Jensen.

Jolene and you sat watching the entire interaction as the guys attempt to calm Jensen down. The both of you chuckling amongst yourselves; Jolene with her son in her arms, and you with a hand absentmindedly on your growing baby bump.

Things were good again. Your future was bright. You finally had a family of your own.

Let's start over It's not over, yeah, yeah This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over...

#Lt. Col. Franklin Clay #clay x y/n #clay x reader #franklin clay #the losers (2010)#jeffrey dean morgan #jdm #clay

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hey-its-sybarite · 6 months ago

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Both of these are Astolat’s fault:

- Geralt of Rivia/Emhyr var Emreis

- Damien Thorn/Lucifer Morningstar

My own damn fault:

- Franklin Clay/Jake Jensen

- Franklin Clay/Aisha al-Fadhil/Jake Jensen

- Corey Matthews/Topanga Matthews/Shawn Hunter

- Tommy Vietor/Tomi Lahren (just… don’t ask. I’m not even gonna tag this shit in case)

followers. tell me ur fav rarepairs. like. no one ships them except you and maybe a signgle friend you convinced type of rarepairs

#fanfiction #rarepair #geralt of rivia #emhyr var emreis #damien thorn #lucifer morningstar #jake jensen #franklin clay #aisha al-fadhil #The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt #Damien #Lucifer #The Losers #Boy Meets World #Girl Meets World #A&E Damien #Fox/Netflix Lucifer #ABC Boy Meets World #Disney Girl Meets Word

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peyton-warren · 11 months ago

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Blinded by the fog Halloween Special

Of course!! It stars my favorite group of Losers, pre- movie.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun,” you insist as you stare at the two no-fun-at-all lumps across the table from you. The Losers and their significant others were all piled at a corner table in their usual bar. You wave at your waitress, drawing a circle over the group to ask for another round.

Jake’s hands on your hips tighten as he leans forward, pressing your stomach to the table as he shouts to be heard. “We can always come back here afterwards,” he suggests as a way to placate the two oldest members of the team.

“You two aren’t gonna use this as an opportunity-“

“No!” You and Jake both interrupted Pooch . You felt your cheeks flame as Jake’s dick hardened under you. “For the last time, that was one time!” you counter. “Besides you had told us you weren’t coming. So it’s your own fault you saw that.”

“Trust me the memory of Jensen’s naked ass burned onto my brain is very good insurance that I won’t let that happen again,” Pooch shared. “In that ridiculous pirate hat,” he muttered under his breath

Roque suddenly rejoined the conversation “his ass was wearing a pirate hat??”

#jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen pirate hat #pirate hat #the losers #blinded by the fog series #franklin clay #william roque #cougar #pooch #wip ask #wip asks #wips ask #my wips

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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D.I.L.F. (1) - The plan

Summary: Your mother has a new love interest. You are stuck with her boyfriend.

Square filled for @tonystarkbingo (Mark VII): R2: Standing on tiptoe

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader (for now...)

Characters: Franklin Clay (the losers)

Warnings: implied/intended cheating, heavy daddy kink, mentions of sex toys, mentions of anal sex (no description)

D.I.L.F. masterlist

<< Prologue

Tony sips at his drink. It’s another day later, and Clay won’t stop talking about you.

“Clay, stop with the nonsense. I can’t have a revenge fuck with my girlfriend’s daughter. She’s a sweet girl, and yes, I want to put my hands on her but I’m not that kind of bastard.”

“Why haven’t I met her yet? Where are you hiding your sweet bug?” Clay grins. “Do you want to play hide and seek with her?”

“No…I just,” Tony sighs deeply. “How can I even think of putting my hand on Y/N when I’m still with her mom? Cheating is not my style.”

“Break up with the mom then and bang the daughter,” Clay crudely replies. He cups his crotch and imagines having his way with you too. He saw pictures of you on Tony’s phone and can’t wait to get his pound of flesh.

“I can’t just break up with her out of the blue. I’ll be waiting for her to come back from her trip and try to…” Tony empties the rest of his drink.

“Do you even know what she’s doing right now? Maybe she’s spending all of your money, bro. You are nagging about your girlfriend for months. I know you’re not happy. But maybe, just maybe, fucking her daughter is going to help you heal.” Clay smirks darkly. “I bet her pussy will make you smile.”

“I know exactly what she’s doing,” Tony sighs deeply. He’s just done looking for the right partner. This time he believed it was going to last longer than a few months. Your mother seemed to like him for more than his money and reputation. “Here…I keep tabs on her. I’m not an idiot.”

Tony hands his friend his tablet. “What are we watching, man?” Clay jokes as he presses play to watch the footage Tony recorded this morning. It shows your mom fucking the pool boy at an expensive wellness hotel. “The pool boy, what a cliché,” Clay sneers.

“And imagine, she used my credit card,” Tony chuckles humorlessly. “She’s not the smartest and still, she managed to worm her way into my life. I can’t believe I fell for her lies.”

“Unlike your ripe stepdaughter,” Clay purrs. “Just look at her. She’s smart, not too young. I bet she’s tight too. Why don’t you pay mommy back by fucking her sweet…offspring…”

“I can’t, and you know it.” Tony inhales sharply. He runs one hand down his face. “I will wait for Y/M/N to come back and confront her. This will end now.”

“Fuck. No. I can’t,” Tony groans deeply. He broke all his rules and promises to himself and hacked into your online diary. In not one night, he read about all your dirty and kinky fantasies. And most of them involve him.

“What’s wrong, Tony?” Clay cocks his head. He looks up from his phone, frowning deeply. “You look like you just creamed your pants.”

“I found her diary.”

“Diary?” Clay laughs. “Did you look under her pillow to find it or what?”

“No…she has an online diary. I was being nosy and found it. She…she wants me to be her daddy…” Tony licks his lips. “And I don’t mean in an innocent way. She has fantasies of fucking machines I will build only for her. She wants me to drill her ass while one of the toys I will build tortures her clit.”

“Holy fuck, Tony! That’s the holy grail! Take a chance on her,” Clay encourages his friend to finally take what he wants.

“She sketched the machines and toys, Clay. Even a machine to toy with nipples. Y/N has had fantasies about me and my machines for months. I don’t know what to do.”

“Fuck her. Give her what she needs.”

“I can’t tell her that I read her diary. She’ll hate me.”

“Hmm…how about this,” Clay leans forward and folds his hands on the table. “You always invent new things, right? What if you tell her that you want to invest in a new branch – sex toys!”

“What?” Tony blinks a few times. “I cannot build sex toys. Everyone will laugh about—” He grins. “Ah, I get it now. I can ask her for help. Maybe she will become my tester.”

“Exactly.”

“You dirty bastard.” Tony pats his friend on the shoulder.

“At your service, Mr. Stark,” Clay chuckles. “But remember, I still want a piece of her. If she’s open to having two daddies…”

“Mom, you can’t just run off and leave Tony after he invited you to spend the weekend with him,” you huff as your mother tries to hang up the phone. “Listen, he won’t be around for much longer if you keep on doing this all the time.”

You roll your eyes as she comes up with yet another excuse for not being around. She talks and talks until you cut her off. “Yeah, you know. You wouldn’t know you’ve got a good man by your side if he bit you in the ass.”

She hangs up. Your mother never was the type to listen or to admit a mistake.

“Just hang up. I’ll tell Tony you miss him.”

Falling back onto the bed in the guest room Tony offered to you, you groan loudly.

“Can I come in?” Tony calls from outside the room. It’s the worst moment to disturb you. What are you going to tell him? The truth, or a lie to not hurt him.

“Come in.”

“Hey, uh—do you have a moment?” He pokes his head into the room. “I want to ask for your opinion.”

“Sure, come in. I got nothing else to do. Mom just canceled our plans too. She’s…” you huff. “Forget it.”

“Busy with her boy toy?” Tony steps inside the room. He’s not in a suit today he wears jeans and a Black Sabbath shirt. You like this style. He looks ready to get eaten and you need to remind yourself once again, he’s off limits.

“You know?”

He shrugs.

“What do you want to talk about, Tony?” You swing your legs out of the bed to get up. “Do you want to have this swim contest now?”

“No. I have an offer to take over a company and to invent new products.”

“Oh…what kind of products?” You excitedly ask. Tony barely talks about his business and inventions with you. He knows how passionate you are about engineering, but didn’t ask you to come to his lab yet.

“Sex toys,” he says, making you choke on air. You cough and look at him, bewildered and shocked. “They want me to invent a…wait.” Tony unlocks his phone to look at a non-existent document. “I recite, a clit toy making a girl go crazy. Something for anal pleasure and nipple play.”

You whimper. “I-I…”

He smirks cockily. “Will you help me, and become my tester?”

“Tester…for the sex toys you’ll invent?”

“So…is that a yes?” Tony steps closer to cup your cheek. “Say yes, and I will fulfill all of your desires. Your daddy will take good care of you…” He dips his head to whisper in your ear. “And I don’t mean your deadbeat of a father…”

You blink a few times. Did he mean what he said? Is he going to be your daddy from now on?

Questions swirl in your mind as you stand on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips.

“Only if you break up with mommy first…”

>> Part 2

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#tonystarkbingomarkvii #tonystarkbingo #tony stark #franklin clay #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tw: daddy kink #D.I.L.F. (1) - The plan

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naughtyneganjdm · 1 year ago

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#The Losers #Franklin Clay #Sharkey #Best in Bed #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #game #Uncaged

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peyton-warren · 1 year ago

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I loe this man and this character. I need to get further along in Blinded by The Fog so he can come back to life and have him interact with Reader. His relationship with Reader is such a joy to write.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Clay THE LOSERS (2010), dir. Sylvain White

#jeffery dean morgan #lt. col. franklin clay #franklin clay #Blinded by the Fog Series

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countvonroo · 6 months ago

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Made a clay version of sir John Franklin’s leg! The visual of his leg in the casket during the ladder always sticks out to me every time I think about the terror!!

Made with paper clay, wire, ribbon, acrylics, felt, and a coffin craft box from Michael’s! I actually taught myself the basics of needle felting to make this!!

#the terror #playing clay #sir john franklin

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integra1127grimmreaper · 1 year ago

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Not Alone

Clay Masterlist

Warning: angst, swearing, mention of death and suicidal thoughts

Summary: Part 3 of Doesn't Even Matter. Chapter inspired by the song - Lullaby by Nickelback. In your darkest hour, you're offered a friendly hand from one of the most unlikely person in the group.

Staring at the gun in your hands, you take one last gulp from the whiskey bottle as you cocked it. With a finger on the trigger, you exhale one last breathe and raise the barrel to your side temple.

"Time to go..." you breath out, slowly beginning to put pressure on the trigger.

"What-the-fuck?!" you cry out when the gun was suddenly ripped out your hands.

"Roque...?" you frown as he steps in front of you.

Well, I know the feeling Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge And there ain't no healing From cutting yourself with the jagged edge

I'm telling you that, it's never that bad Take it from someone who's been where you're at Laid out on the floor And you're not sure, you can take this anymore

So just give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reaching out To let you know that you're not alone

And if you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone So just close your eyes (close your eyes) Oh, honey, here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby

"It ain't worth it, Kid..." Roque states frowning at you in displeasure.

"He ain't worth it."

"You know?" you stare at him in shock.

"How?"

"Saw him coming out your room the morning" Roque answers.

"You must think I'm an idiot..." you sigh, dropping your head in defeat.

"Nah, surprised it didn't happen sooner" Roque remarks causing you to snicker.

"Besides, we all knew you've secretly in love him like forever."

"Everyone, except him, you mean..." you scoff out in disgust.

"Clay's always thought with his dick" Roque responds nodding.

"We hoped... I hoped that it would be different with you."

"It wasn't. Started treating me like shit immediately after. He hates me and made it perfectly clear."

"He doesn't hate you" Roque responds.

Well, please let me take you Out of the darkness and into the light 'Cause I have faith in you That you're gonna make it through another night

Stop thinking about the easy way out There's no need to go and blow the candle out Because you're not done You're far too young And the best is yet to come

So just give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reaching out To let you know that you're not alone

And if you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone So just close your eyes (close your eyes) Oh, honey, here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby

"He bluntly told me that he wished I had been on that chopper when it went down!"

"He didn't mean it" Roque attempts to reassure you.

"For fucks sake, Roque! He meant every word he said!" you whimper out as tears begin to form in your eyes.

"We both know he did!"

"Clay's an asshole, that I will admit... but I don't believe he wants you dead."

"Doesn't matter in any case" you take another gulp from the whiskey bottle, whipping the back of your hand across your mouth.

"I'm done. So, either you hand me back that gun or do it for me."

"No, you're not" Roque shakes his head, making sure to keep the gun out of reach.

"You still have your whole life ahead of you."

"What life?" you snort, taking another gulp from the bottle.

"We're dead, in case you forgotten. Didn't even have anyone to receive my flag."

"Kid..." Roque sighs, staring at you in pity.

You shrug at his response.

"Dead already, this just makes it the truth."

"You ain't ending your story like this" Roque states.

"Not on my watch."

"Then hand me back the gun and walk away, Old Man" you respond, reaching your hand out for it.

Well, everybody's hit the bottom Everybody's been forgotten When everybody's tired of being alone Yeah, everybody's been abandoned And left a little empty handed So, if you're out there barely hanging on

Just give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reaching out To let you know that you're not alone

And if you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone So just close your eyes (close your eyes)

Oh, honey, here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby Oh, honey, here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby

Roque stare at it in his hand silently for a moment, then back up at you.

"I'm gonna offer you something and I hope to God, you take it."

You silently frown at Roque's remark, sitting up straight to listen to what he had to say.

"How'd you like to start over? Brand new life, wherever, however you like, with none of this crap. Most of all, no Clay."

Curious of what Roque was getting at, you place the whiskey bottle on the ground.

"I'm listening..."

"I have a plan" Roque explains.

"One that'll get us our freedom back and involves enough money to start a completely new life far away from Clay's shitty ideas. You in?"

"You had me at, money and away from Clay" you state nodding in agreement.

Roque smirks at your response.

"Ok, here's the plan..."

NXT

#Lt. Col. Franklin Clay #clay x reader #clay x y/n #franklin clay #the losers (2010)#jeffrey dean morgan #jdm #clay

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