#wayne mccullough x y/n

[kaicubus]

Shoplifting | Wayne M.

warnings ✩° : smut, cursing, partial exhibitionism, fucking in a public place but in a private setting, enclosed space intimacy, p in v, unprotected sex bc i forgot to write a condom in, cursing.

pairing ✩° : wayne x fem!reader, characters are of age and NOT minors.

premise ✩° : known to be a bit of a kleptomaniac, you go to the mall with wayne in hopes of stealing some pricey clothes from a store only to find the two of you locked inside a changing room. what better to do than to take advantage of the situation?

word count ✩° : 4.8k

authors note ✩° : guys writers block is real. finishing this was HELL. might take a short break...just like this fic tho it’s short and rushed...i need my smut writing skills to improve IMMEDIATELY.

There’s something about the color orange that sticks out to you. Most people don’t like it, some do, but only because they’re taught it means warmth like summer or sweet like a tangerine. But you always thought orange was just a really nice color, no explanation. That’s why you chose it.

It was found on a rack in one of the most expensive stores in the mall that was known for its wide, yet very exclusive, selection of tops and lingerie. Victoria’s Secret.The prices in that store are always really high, so you just like to browse. Or at least that’s what you make it seem like.

Truth is, being a bit of a kleptomaniac has its perks. You don’t even think twice about grabbing tubes of $20 lip glosses or $36 perfumes and sliding them up your long sleeve hoodies or jean pockets. It comes naturally and you are a known prodigy in your craft. Long before anyone can realize or even detect on cameras, you leave with your pockets full of both money and items that would cost a fortune. The mall is your playground, and it’s not hard to get what you want.

Today you came in with your boyfriend Wayne, who’s known to be very strange looking. That’s not a bad thing, since it works out in your favor sometimes when you’re being followed or people try to hit on you or even worse, try and hurt you. But other than that, Wayne is known to be the reason people look the other way or lock their doors and shade their windows. No one knows how loving he is towards you, like a bear drawn to honey. He would do anything for you. But, side by side, it would be hard to go into certain stores without be given weird glances or worse, followed around.

When you first entered Victoria’s secret, you told Wayne specifically to wait outside, but knowing he’d get impatient with you, you gave him a task instead and asked for different sizes of different sets you liked. He gladly accepted, leaving you alone to try on different undergarments and admire yourself in the mirror for as long as two minutes per set. You knew he’d be at a loss without you in a forest of lace and ivory mannequins, and a part of you liked knowing that. You're lost in your own thoughts when you came across the orange and white set, now fitting along the curves of your waist and hugging the plushness of your belly, pinching you in all the right places that only enhances your beauty.

Your eyes trace along the fabric, how the white mesh covers over your barely hidden breasts, little embroidered oranges scattered across it in an orderly fashion. The cuteness of the design completely clashed with the way the bra was manufactured to be what you liked to call a window piece, but it seemed to work really well. You spin around, glancing at the panties from behind and noticing how it straddled your inner thighs and almost pushed out your ass more than usual. 

It was a good look, maybe a bit too tight, but it wasn’t constricting. Of course, the price made you gag, making it more appetizing to take off and slip into your tote bag resting on the seat provided in the dressing room you're already in. All you had to do was take off the tag and toss it on the floor, on top of the mirror or something. Luckily for you, taking off tags was one of your specialties, though finding them was a struggle.

You let out a sigh and begin tapping your hand around the usual places where a tag would be : on the side of the underwear, back of the bra, inside of the bra, but none seemed to have the tag. You started to wonder if the tag was already taken off which would make snagging it much easier than you’d hoped until the sharp edge of the thin piece of hard plastic struck the tip of your finger, located on the very back of the bra. Finding the plastic attachment of the tag, your fingers curl around to gain tension and then you start to pull at it, plucking it off easily. In your moment of fumbling however, you notice the doorknob start to jiggle just enough to catch your attention.

For a moment, you freeze. Every nerve in your body tells you to stop even though your thoughts are screaming to move and get the garment off your body, but you don’t move. Your hands stay on the tag and instead, you watch the doorknob slowly turn, painfully staring with an owl like expression, each hair standing upright. That all stopped when the door slowly pushes itself open, revealing a very familiar tattered hand, bruises and cuts all over pale skin, holding two more sizes of the same two piece set you had tried on earlier.

You feel a wave or relaxation wash over your body as your eyes stare into your boyfriend’s dull, grayish eyes that seem to go full and wide when he looks at you. Only this time, his head is just slightly tilted down as he’s busy looking at other bra and underwear sets of the same orange piece.

“I got the other sizes.” Wayne says, “They said all these funny lookin’ numbers, but I just took whatever ones looked like your size and—”

You grab the doorknob quickly and pull Wayne in, shoving him against the wall next to you with a firm hand on his arm in just under a second. Your eyes flare with a flash of anger, anger at Wayne that he managed to scare you so bad, but also anger that you got worked up for no reason. The pounding of your heart in your chest makes you shake.

“Jesus, Wayne! You scared me! I thought you were a worker trying to get in here! They have sensors you know!” You say, still gripping onto him, not even paying attention to the clothing now piled on the floor. “Why don’t you knock first?”

“Why would I knock?” Wayne questions, “And why would a worker be trying to come in here when it says occupied? I thought we weren't doing illegal shit today, we got the money, don’t we?”

Though his questions make sense and have reasoning, you can’t help but remain a little flustered.

For a second, there’s silence between you two. Even if he wasn’t shoved in with you, Wayne didn’t even look down when he was first pulled into the stall with you, and you had completely forgotten you were next to being naked in front of him. You knew that the only thing protecting your dignity and saving you from embarrassment was a thin layer of orange mesh with tiny embroidered oranges. Wayne seemed to know that too.

“You look...pretty.” He says, leaning back against the wall behind him, “I like your oranges.” His awkwardness makes him cringe, but it makes you laugh instead. Wayne wasn’t a smooth talker, so his execution of his compliments hardly made way of what he actually wanted them to be. But he could hardly even focus, especially now.

“Thanks.” You twist around and accidentally brush up against him, “I like it a lot, what other sizes did you get?” You grab the bundle of hangers and hold each one up, looking at the slight difference in the sizing. Wayne had a habit of looking into you while he spoke, you always noticed. When he listened to you talk, and especially when he liked what you were saying, he would subconsciously lean forward, almost as if he was drawn to you.

In that habit, Wayne had forgotten about how close you two are and in leaning forward, ends up stumbling over you and knocking you directly into the wall in front of you. In an attempt to catch himself and not slam the both of you into the wall, his open hands fly to your hips and he quickly grabs onto the sides of your half covered ass.

There were many times where Wayne had touched you like that before, it’s no new news that you two have sex. But this time was different. This time, you guys knew you weren't alone and there were many clueless shoppers and staff around, and for that reason it felt off. Still, the proximity of both you and him closes in a second and by the way you're dressed, and the way he’s so close to you, holding you from behind.

“We should probably pay for this. It’s getting kind of stuffy in here anyways. How much you got anyways?” You turn your head over your shoulder, expecting him to move first, but he doesn't.

“Probably enough to buy this thing for you.” Wayne pinches an orange cream ribbon from the side and drops it back down, “Why oranges?”

“I saw it and it looked cute, does it not? You just said it was pretty.”

He looks at you with the same puppy eyes he always has on and gives a small smile of reassurance, moving his hands up from your hips to the sides of your stomach, slowly traveling up your body. 

“You forget we’re kinda in the middle of the mall here?” A grin plays unto your lips and you grab his wrist to stop one of his hands from moving up to your chest.

Wayne lets out a breathy sigh that tickles your ear, and you start to feel his rough and calloused hand start to squeeze and massage your breast. “There’s no one around. Plus, the door’s locked from the outside.”

Pause. “What.”

He looks at you in confusion and stops all movement, tilting his head to the side so his fluffy brown hair spills onto his shoulder. “What?” He doesn’t get it.

“What do you mean the door’s locked from the outside?!“ You spin around and shove your hands against Wayne’s chest, easily moving him out of the way. You wiggle the door knob, and low and behold, “It’s locked!?!”

Wayne rubs his hair back confusingly, “Yeah? I just said that, didn't I?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you were serious! Did you lock it?”

“I didn't, no, but I saw a sign outside that had red marker over a piece of paper. Something about ‘do not enter’ and ‘stall is closed for maintenance and will not close.’ But it was the only one alone from all the others, and I’d be able to unlock it if need be.”

“Wayne! Do you realize that we’re both in here now?!” There was no point in arguing. On one hand, if you argue your way to a loud volume, you both would be found out and arrested for taking tags off of expensive merchandise. On the other, you would most likely rot there until something busted you out. The second option started to seem better than the first, judging by your circumstances. Plus, though anyone with half a brain could read the sign and understand it, but Wayne didn’t have half a brain. He just did what he wanted.

You flash your boyfriend an apologetic look, batting your lashes down and swaying your hips backwards to give yourself some room in the cramped stall. By the way he looks at you back, your heart aches a little for raising your voice.

“It’s not all bad, Wayne.” You touch his arm and smile, “It could be worse. Like, this could be a new changing room and the lock wouldn’t be rusted shut...and...it’d be harder to get out...?” You hide the fact you have no idea what you were saying, only trying to muster something out so Wayne would feel less horrible about himself. It was no use though, the same expression sat on his eyes and down turned lips. But he appreciates it nonetheless.

Wayne nods and looks back into your eyes. You flash him a smile before turning your back towards him, lifting your hair to the side and exposing your ribbon caged back to him. “Can you try and get this thing off? I can’t breathe very well and I’m trying to get the tag off.”

Wayne hesitates. “How’d you even get it on in the first place? I don’t even see a zipper.”

"These things don’t need a zipper. Just a pair of hands to untie it and get it on.”

He shrugs and starts to untie the piece, tugging at thin ribbons and cute lace embroidery, toying at the fabric like some cat batting around a yarn string. When it becomes clear that Wayne doesn’t know what he’s doing in the slightest, you turn around to face him and give him a disappointed look. But, in your attempt to do so, your top instantly falls to the ground, startling both you and Wayne.

“I-I had it.” Wayne chokes out, covering his eyes and desperately trying not to give into any thoughts to look at all the places he shouldn’t.

“It’s fine! Just let me—“ You bend down and try to pick up the top, accidentally bumping directly into Wayne, crashing right against his legs. When you try to stand up, Wayne moves forward to give you more room, but ends up throwing off your balance over all.

“Sorry—It’s just so cramped in here! Here, wait, go over there! No, over there—fine, ok I’ll go! Ugh! Wayne!“ You groan in frustration and finally, manage to stand up. Only, now you’re somehow closer than you were before, only centimeters apart to Wayne’s face, who’s now up against a wall, halfway down it.

His hands twitch as they lay on the smoothness of your thighs, giving into the slightest touch and only itching to have more. He quickly finds it in himself to pull you closer, bumping your exposed chest into his clothed one, not caring or even paying any mind to your nudity. He only curls his fingers of his unoccupied hand into your hair, reaching up and gently closing the gap between you.

You hadn’t realized before just how soothing Wayne’s kisses were. In fact, they were the only thing keeping you from freaking out, quite literally naked and full of anxiety that someone could walk in and see you both. But all fear washes out as soon as Wayne reminds you, yet again, to keep your attention on him.

It’s hard to focus on just him though, with people talking around you, the sound of metal hangers gliding across racks

He spoke slowly, “Can I?” asking for permission. With a head nod, you agree and maybe without thinking, you lean forward and kiss him again.

With no room to make any sound or talk after that, Wayne pulls you onto his chest, hoisting you up just enough so he can hold you with both arms. Even when his eyes are closed, he still knows the way to your body as if they were wide open. He begins to move his hand south, brushing his rough skin against your smooth body, tangling his digits in the spaces of the orange silk. You can feel his chest expand as a sign of his impatience, wasting no time to pry the fabric off your lower half.

You let him do all the work, since you have no room to, and feel as he undoes his own belt and shags it down just enough so the rough denim of his jeans hangs off his hips, enabling a window of his boxers to be seen. Even though you're too busy trying to stay quiet, the scene is all too familiar, you can practically see everything. Wayne hurriedly takes himself out, fixing his hold on you as he releases his cock out of it’s confinement, and wastes no time to press against you.

As you look down, the sight of his tip already soaked in precum makes your heart flutter. It’s just as hard and erect as you thought it’d be, seeing as the effects of your outfit must have worked like a charm.

“I uh...I thought of—” Wayne opens his lips and tries to say, his voice an level higher than a whisper.

“Shh!” You hush, already somehow winded, “Shut up.”

Wayne presses his lips together and nods, a bit stunned from your hostility. But there was no room to be nice, there was no room to do anything at all. Almost instantly, his big hands ride the saddle of your hips and he snaps back into motion.

“Hm!” You let out a small yelp as Wayne enters his way into you, pushing the lacy material of the orange underwear to the side, he uses the tip of his cock to part your legs open, his size stretching you just enough to send both of you over the edge. He waits for a second, just to catch his breath, and watches you as you adjust to his size. He’s always been a bit too big for a daily fuck, but you barley paid any attention to it. When you’ve caught your breath, you look up at Wayne and give him a nod, silently telling him that you’re ready for him to move. He nods back which moves the choppy bangs in front of his eyes to sway forward.

His pace is slow, at first, not wanting to hurt you but also a bit rushed, seeing as the public place isn’t the most convenient to share an intimate moment with. But seeing as you hadn’t planned it at all, you had little room to complain.

Even with what little room you have, you find yourself subtly grinding back on Wayne’s groin, not even thinking. The small movement makes him throb inside of you, an uncontrollable response. Before you two know it, you pull away and gasp for air, hot breaths meshing together as you try and catch what little oxygen the room has to offer. It’s stuffy, so it doesn’t help the rising temperature between you, and the heat emitting off your bare chest makes it worse.

Wayne watches as a string of saliva connects from his lips to yours and breaks instantly, effectively making your lips wetter and rosier than usual. The sight makes his heart pound. You barely register his expression before he moves again, rutting himself against you like a depraved animal.

Not wanting to make a sound, two hand covers your mouth as Wayne starts to thrust his hips into yours, hard and deeply. Wayne can’t move as much as he’d like, if he had the opportunity, he’d absolutely ravage you like he usually does, savoring each moment and taking it slow. Once he grabs hold of your hips and starts moving your body against his, the combination turns deadly.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight but Wayne refuses to look away. His icy brown eyes practically glued on your eyelids beg for you to open yours and just look at him.

Labored breathing works its way out of Wayne as you writhe under his touch, scraping your nails into his back, even with a shirt on, managing to make a few red marks that’ll sure to appear later. He didn’t mind, Wayne’s only concern was fucking you as quick as possible and then find a way to get out of the dressing room without being noticed. But how can he think clearly when all he can hear is the struggled, barley muffled noises coming from your mouth?

“Open your legs a little.” You can barley hear his voice, it’s so quiet. He must’ve actually listened. “Right there, just like that.”

It feels too good. Better than usual in fact, to the point where the idea of stopping or slowing down quickly fades out of the picture. All of Wayne’s lack of reason only clouds his head and encourages him to speed up his pace, using a firm hold on your chest with the crook of his arms to hoist you up and arch your back manually for him to get in a better angle. You never thought it was possible to be this overwhelmed with everything all at once. Jolting downwards more, you let out uncontrollable moans, just barely being muffled by the palm of your hand to attempt to conceal your location as best as you can. Still though, Wayne remains completely unbothered and continues to thrust into you, the sides of his length rutting against your walls as loud as he can possibly make it.

A bit of frustration takes control as you twist over your shoulder, giving him an annoyed expression as he looks at you with a heavy-lidded stare of confusion. It’s moments like these where you wished he had a bit more common sense than what he had by default.

“S-Slow down! I can’t keep up!” You groan out, shuffling back into him to try and bump your hips with his.

Wayne grips your hips closer, harder, which makes you moan out again, only louder, and encloses the distance between your mouths with his lips on yours. You struggle to find the right part of him to grab on, slapping your hands on his chest, arm, and finding his back that eventually satisfies as a place to hold on to. He, instead, finds the underside of your thigh. The feeling of his fingers pressing lightly into your sensitive skin makes the hair stand on your body, losing grip on his back, turns into frantic touching.The sting of his nails digging into your flesh makes your head spin and very quickly forget all sensibility, allowing him to speed up again.

You can only hear the creaking of the feeble, obviously run down condition of the stalls next to you, as well as a bit of tapping from the metal lock clanging together.

With every sharp thrust, Wayne hoists you up, shoving you against the wall in front of you. He doesn’t mean to, but it’s enough to send all sorts of vibrations of heat to your core, basically slamming arousal into you each time. Wayne stares at your hands clamped over your mouth, eyes full of tears from the heightened feeling inside your stomach. You can’t bear to look at him anymore in fear of cumming too early, to which he’s well aware of, yet he pushes you against the wall one last time, nearly tossing you off the edge.

”Y-You're making too much noise—” You tear your hands away from your mouth for a second, just to protest his roughness, but Wayne takes the chance and plants his pliant lips against yours. When his mouth meets yours, his tongue roughly licks down, making a wet plucking sound when he pulls away, only to repeat several times. 

“Someone might hear us, just w-wait a second!” You clench down around his cock, locking your thighs around Wayne’s waist to try and get him to slow down. But it doesn’t help. 

You feel yourself spiraling, head reeling, as Wayne hurries his hips against yours and pounds into you, over and over again, just rocking you back and forth as quietly as he can. But even he can’t think right now, so he doesn’t even count how many ‘accidental’ times he’s made a loud squeak or shuffled his shoes against the floor to get a better hold on you.

Your walls tighten and suddenly you’re seeing nothing but the surface of Wayne’s shoulder, biting down on the thin fabric of his t-shirt, “Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” The taste of cotton laps over your taste buds, but even that isn’t enough to ignore the feeling of Wayne speeding up, now desperate to chase the high you both have worked so hard to finish.

He moans in pleasure and starts to pepper your bear shoulder in sporadic kisses, biting and marking down on your skin to silence himself just enough to last for a few more seconds. Just a few more.

Just a few more was all it takes before the pleasure finally collapses and so do you, right onto Wayne. He finally stops all movement and lets you ride out your orgasm, slowly pumping in and out of you to finish himself off as well. You want to cry, you want to curse, you want to scream his name but all you can do is sit as silently as you can on his arms, holding onto your mouth for dear life. Wayne huffs with his voice, raw with restraint and gruff with passion, watching your sad attempts at trying to keep it all together despite his cum filling every gap of your body up. “M-Mhm! Mh mh!” You let out a segmented sigh, your breath falling short on and dying half way. When Wayne pulls your body off of him, just enough for his cock to spring out of your insides, you can feel a bit of slick leak down the side of your trembling leg. You dare not make another noise.

You break away panting, maintaining eye contact with Wayne as he rubs his hands all over your body, almost apologetically for making so much noise. You can hardly see straight since all the blood in your body seemed to go directly to your head. For a second, there’s silence, a time to actually catch your breath without worrying someone is waiting outside for you. You glance up at Wayne, who’s gasping for air as much as you are, smiling, “Let’s never do that again.”

Wayne laughs a bit and bites his bottom lip. You can barely move from the pure ecstasy as he sets you down gently, legs suddenly losing their solid form and quickly turning into jelly. You cling onto him for stability and quietly look up at him again, to which he gives an understanding head nod.

Wayne goes to kiss you but suddenly gets interrupted by a knocking from outside.

“Excuse me?” A voice says, accompanied by the faint jingle of keys on a key ring.

“SHIT!” You mouth, profanity now spilling out of your lips faster than ever. A flicker of panic splashes across your face as the subtle sound of the door unlocking fills every gap and space in the small room. Wayne goes to turn around to hide but ends up bumping into the wall, cursing a bit as well before spinning back to you with his hand on his head.

“There’s a uh. Wall there. Just in case you didn’t know.” He whispers.

“I KNOW THERE’S A FUCKING WALL THERE JUST GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!” You demand with an open hand.

It doesn’t feel real, but just in the amount of time you have, you manage to throw on your jeans over your shifted orange underwear and shirt, stuffing the orange lingerie top from the ground into your regular bra. Fuck knows that you aren’t leaving this trapped hell without a free souvenir to take home.

Right when everything makes it way onto your body, you straighten your posture and turn to face the locked door, feeling all sorts of rushes of emotions. Fear, panic, pleasure, worry, relief, all pumping at an all time high.

“Looks like you two got locked in!” The voice laughs, key clicking into the jammed lock with a rusted, silver key. And just like that, light flows into the darkened room and nearly blinds you both. Just as the light pours in, the friendly face of a young worker does the same, her thin lips spreading across her high strung cheeks, happily, looking at two people with stray hairs flying all over the place and flushed faces.

“When my boss told me she saw two people come in here on the cameras, I didn’t believe it!” The worker laughs, clacking her keys back onto her belt, “The sign must’ve fell off or something. So sorry for the inconvenience, we’ll give you both a discount for any item you purchase today!” She bows her head apologetically, “Let’s get you out of here, I’m sure you’ve been waiting for a while now, huh?”

“R-Right. Sorry, we just...we lost our way a bit, but thank you for letting us out. I was convinced I was going to die in there.” You give a half hearted chuckle, just to appear like a normal, functional person.

“No worries at all! Let’s get you two rung up if you're both ready to check out?”

You nod and start walking out, Wayne following behind you, “More than ready.”

As you two follow the worker, you notice Wayne lag a little bit behind. You stop for a second to grab his hand, securing him in his rightful spot next to you, rather than behind. He gives you a smile, to which you both share. The moment was over for sure, and hopefully there isn’t another time that would ever happen like that again. You let out a sigh of relief and Wayne notices, leaning down to say something,

“Maybe we should do it out in public more often. That was fun. Don’tcha think?”

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[vpzllx]

WAYNE MCCULLOUGH

warnings ✩° : mentions of being hurt, mentions of fighting scars, mentions of fighting, slight argument?, little angst?, wayne being .. wayne.

pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader

authors note ✩° : hey guys.. i’m back after sm months but i’ll try to be consistent, i need to get back on the grind...

You sat, on your friend’s bed facing her. The silence in the room is so loud even though no one’s speaking, To break the silence you speak up “Why does it even matter that i’m with him?” you say in a loud voice “How does that affect you?!, Plus you hardly even know him. He’s genuinely a really good guy” you say in an upset tone, You stare at your friend for a few hoping she’ll speak up .. she finally does eventually “It matters because i don’t want you getting hurt! What point in that don’t you understand?”

You see the hurt in her eyes, For a second you feel bad but you choose not to let your feelings take over “He’s a bad guy. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t just go around beating people up then would he?” she says with a questioning look on her face hoping you’d answer her question. “Listen, You’re my friend it doesn’t matter about who he is or not and if you can’t let me be happy and accept him then..” You look down at the bed trying not to face her “That’s the end of being friends.” You get up off her bed and grab all your stuff “Seriously?! all this over Wayne? Cmon y/n it was never that serious” you tune her out and leave the room. Heading home after all that, you feel hurt on the walk home questioning what you’ve just done but you end up brushing it off.

Later — It’s late at night around 10PM .. You lay in your bed scrolling on your phone until you hear a bang at your window. Frighted you slowly get off your bed and approach the window, Lo and behold it was your boyfriend Wayne. You open the window and stick your head outside “Yo! What the fuck are you doing?” you say with a smile on your face. “I don’t know, what does it look like i’m doing” Wayne responds in a sarcastic manner, You roll your eyes “i’ll be down in a sec to let you in” You then bring your head back in through the window and close the window shut. You happily go downstairs to open the door for him, “Where have you been all day? Haven’t seen you in class or at lunch .. or at all” you say to him as you grab his hand and lead him upstairs to your room

“Well i don’t know i jus’ didn’t really feel like showin’ up today” he says looking at you “I wanted you to be there.. I needed you to be there.” You sigh and hold his hand “I got into a slight argument with F/N after school today .. it was about you” Wayne’s turns to you visibly more intrigued with the story “Okay … It was about me what happened ..?” he says to you, Turning your head to face him “Well she kinda told me to not be with you anymore because your supposedly a “bad guy” and i didn’t like her talking about to like that so i kinda dropped her..?” “You didn’t have to do that for me. You know i don’t care about what ya friends think of me as long as your happy i’m fine with it” he says squeezing your hand tighter “yeah but .. i wasn’t okay with it. You mean a lot to me you know that right?” you graze his face with your hand “And you mean a lot me too” he says cupping your face, he pulls your face closer to his.

You feel his soft lips brush against yours, You lean into the kiss and you practically melted. Your hand was on his face, his hands held onto your waist, You took you hands off his face and brought it underneath his shirt feeling all his scars, You hate it when he fights because even though he still ends up “winning” he still gets hurt in the end but It was hot you had to admit. He brought you over to your bed, then you broke away from the kiss “Nuh uh my parents are home you know better than that” you laugh, Wayne rolls his eyes “Cmon that’s not even fair. First you tease me then deny me a good time” you smirk at him “maybe next time”. You lay in bed with him cuddled up together, you look up at him “I love you, Y/N,” he says breathily. A smile slowly appears on your face “I love you, Wayne”. He kisses your forehead, Wayne .. Even if i lost all of my friends it wouldn’t matter to me really because i’d still have you, Your not a bad guy.. You’re a good guy who does bad things. Wayne fell asleep in your arms, you noticed that you’ve been talking to yourself the whole time, you chuckle and kissed the top of his head.

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[nightfang22]

For the wayne smut could you add the idea of them losing their virginity to each other. Thank you<3

Of course I can!Thank you so much and I hope you love it!Sorry if it's not great,it is my first spicy fic.Anyways,lemme know what you think!

Virgin Lovers

Warnings:SMUT Minors DNI

Pairing:Wayne McCullough x f!Reader

Word Count:1.5k

His smile. His eyes. His lips. Wayne McCullough infected your every thought. He made you feel things that you had never felt before. As you were lost in thought, you didn't realize that your phone had been constantly buzzing. You picked it up on the third ring of the 4th call. "Hello?"

"Hey Y/n, you got any plans later?" It was Orlando. You and Orlando had always been good friends which is how you met Wayne. Orlando had introduced you two one day when you had begged him not to make you skip class alone.

                                                         *Flashback*

"Pleaseeeee Orlando? I don't wanna go alone and you're way better at this than I am! Besides, I'm only skipping to help you get these new Pokemon cards you wanted! I don't have to do this, you know." You pouted and whined until he conceded. "Fine fine I'll go with you. You probably wouldn't know what to look for anyways." You were about to make an offended rebuttal when something else caught his attention. Or someone, you should say. Turning around to see who it was, you thought it was just going to be the girl he's been constantly crushing on with a spinal cage. But no. When you turned around, you saw none other than Wayne McCullough walking in your direction down the hallway. You felt your heart pound and your cheeks flush. Your throat constricted and suddenly your mouth had run dry. You guess Orlando had noticed this and nudged you in the side with his elbow. "Oooo somebody got it bad, huh? Who is it? Is it the guy with the clarinet you have band with?" You jabbed him with your elbow back and tried not to stare at Wayne's gorgeously bruised up face. Orlando caught notice and smiled wide. "Oh, you got it bad for my boy, Wayne huh? Want me to hook you up?" Your head snapped violently in his direction. "I swear to the Gods Orlando, if you embarrass me in front of him I will kill you." Wayne walked up to us and looked at Orlando, giving a little head nod. "Wayne man! Where you been?" Wayne chuckled a little and it was this sexy soft rumbling noise. "Whatcha mean? I'm like 20 minutes late." Orlando laughed. "Yeah 20 minutes and like 3 weeks!" Orlando must have seen you fidgeting with the rings on the chain around your neck cause he put his hand on your shoulder and looked at Wayne. "Wayne, this is Y/n L/n. She's new-ish. She was new, like a month ago." You felt Wayne's eyes on you and you looked up at him through your eyelashes before smiling awkwardly. "Y/n, this is the man. The myth. The legend. My best friend, Wayne mothafuckin McCullough." Wayne punched Orlando in the shoulder and he winced. "Damn man! I'm tryin to do you a favor!" Wayne's eyes never left yours, even when you felt your cheeks tinge pink and you looked away briefly.

                                                     *Flashback Over*

You had been inseparable ever since. Wayne ended up cutting class with you and at some point you had completely lost Orlando and went to some record store where Wayne had asked you if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You and Wayne have been together for 3 years now and you could never be happier.

"Uh not really. Probably just homework. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me and Wayne to this club off campus later? It's supposed to be super rave and like alternative vibes and I know that's your shit. It took me forever to get Wayne to agree and I maybe sorta already told him you'd go?" "Orlando!"

"I'm tryin to get a hot goth girlfriend! Help a brotha out!"

  I sigh in defeat through my nose. "Fine. I'll go. But the moment anyone is too drunk, we're leaving. Got it?"

 "Yeah yeah for sure! Thanks, Y/n! You the best!"

                                                *Timeskip to the club*

You look around at your environment. It's a lot of flashing lights and loud music. Not really your scene. You scan the crowd for Orlando and Wayne when you spot them against the wall outside. You walk up to them and you notice Wayne's eyes scan up and down your body. You're wearing a faux leather 2 piece with a silver body chain covered in dangly purple and blue rhinestones with black sparkly platforms. "Hey guys, sorry if I'm late I-" You get interrupted by Wayne pulling you in by the waist. He keeps you close to him and it looks like he's glaring at something when you look up at his face. You look over and see him glaring at some guy. The creep looked like he was eyeing you and you weren't for it. You curled closer to Wayne before Orlando waved us to go inside with him. The place was loud but very hype and fun. It didn't really seem like your kind of scene though. You don't get why Orlando wanted us to come. Neither you or Wayne were much of the party type. After watching everyone dance for a while, you decided to call it a night.

Wayne took you home and got you settled inside, laying you down in bed. You just laid there staring at his beautiful face. "I love you." Wayne never blushes but his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. You don't know where the courage came from but you leaned up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss quickly evolved into a heated makeout session. Wayne crawled into bed on to of you, pulling away only to take off his shoes cause he knows you have a thing about shoes on the bed. His hands roam your body in your pretty outfit. You pull away tossing off your body chain and making quick work of his shirt. Wayne wasn't necessarily 'buff' but he was very well tones and had a gorgeous frame. Your hands glided from his shoulders down to his waistline, working on the button of his jeans. He pulled away to look at you. "Are you sure? I-I mean I've never. And you've never. What if you regret it?" You pull him in for a sweet kiss. "I could never regret it. If anything, I wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else." That must have really got him going cause he practically tore off your clothes. He slid his jeans off along with his underwear and kissed my neck, pulling a gasp from you. When he pulls away, you finally have a good chance to look at him and holy fuck. You didn't realize your boyfriend was so….well endowed. Big enough that it looked like it might hurt. Wayne grabbed something out of his wallet and when you noticed what it was, he looked at you sheepishly. "Orlando gave it to me." He shrugged and smiled shyly. He rolled on the condom and crawled back over you. "And you're absolutely sure?" You nodded and placed your arms around his neck so that you could play with his hair. He placed himself at your entrance before stopping. "Hang on gimme your leg." You looked at him confused before lifting your leg and he placed it up on his shoulder, doing the same with the other one. "I read somewhere that it hurts less if you do it like this." He realigned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You felt tears prick your eyes as he stretched you and he kissed your forehead, stopping. He made you look into his eyes. "Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" You shook your head. He stayed still, waiting for you to adjust until you nodded you head. He began to move and even though it hurt, it was a good hurt. You moaned softly as he bottomed out inside you. Wayne gently bit down on your shoulder and kissed it before placing his forehead on yours, beginning to find a steady rhythm. Your moans were the sweetest sound he had ever heard and he just wanted to keep hearing them. With one especially rough thrust he hit that special spot inside you and you arched your back while digging your nails into his and he ate that shit up. He continued at that pace as you screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. You felt the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and your breathing picked up more. He held you close as you came crashing down from your high as his hips stuttered, painting the inside of the condom with his seed. He pulled out slowly, tossing the condom into the bin. He got up to grab a towel to clean you up and brought back a glass of water for you. After you're all cleaned up, he crawls back into bed with you, covering you up and pulling you close as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

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[drxsxull22]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Wayne Mccullough x reader

(characters are of age not minors)

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It had been a month since me and Wayne had been on the run. All because of the car his father wanted him to have. We had little money and no memories of sleeping in comfortable areas. So this motel was the least of our problems, it would be better than sleeping under a sheet of metal or a tent.

"Room for two please". I ask the receptionist.

She reached behind her then slowly handed us a key.

"Room 15, just down there". Her old voice croaked.

We followed the direction her frail finger pointed, passing all different rooms.

12, 13, 14...

"This is it". I say while turning the key in the lock.

And we both freeze.

One bed.

How were we supposed to share a bed. It would be awkward.

"It's better than nothing, I can always sleep on the floor". He says while walking in.

I follow and drop my backpack by the bedside table, taking a peek around.

It was clean, tidy. The white sheets looked washed. I could get definitely get comfy.

It had a small bathroom and a mini fridge on top of the drawers by the door.

"Cool". I say while opening the mini fridge. It was empty. I sigh.

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Wayne sits motionless on the bed whilst I pace back and forth peeking out of the closed curtains. The sun had gone down.

"So, uh...".

"This car, its in florida?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure". He replies.

"Your pretty sure?". I raise a brow.

"But, you know where we're going right?, like you have an address?". I cross my arms.

"Well, the city, or town, yeah". He shrugs.

I pause. "I gotta go to the bathroom". I grab my backpack, walk in and close the door with no other questions.

I run the cold tap, and wash the refreshing water over my tired face.

Patting gently with a towel then searching through my bag.

"Shit" I exclaim.

I had forgot a bra. As stupid as it sounds.

The night Wayne came to get me. I rushed as fast as could. I must have not packed one.

The air-conditioning was fucked. It was 20° outside. And I couldn't think of anything worse than sleeping in my hoodie and not getting any sleep. Or waking up in the middle of the night and not getting back.

There was only one other option.

I take my hoodie off, and notice that my chest is slightly visible but only a little.

"Stay where you are". I yell out to Wayne.

I open the door, bringing my arms up to my chest then go to turn the lamp off.

Wayne is already setting a pillow on the ground next to the bed.

I walk slowly over to the bed, and crawl under the covers.

Laying there for a few minutes, Wayne breaks the silence.

"Y/n, I think you should stay".

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I just think that if you want to stay, you should stay" he says.

I raise in the bed confused.

"Did you find the bus ticket?" I ask.

"Yeah".

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to take you away. But after seeing your father act like a dick to you. I couldn't leave you behind". He said.

He sounded so sincere when he talked. Like he actually cared.

"Anyway I'd bett-".

"Come up here". I interrupt.

"What?". He asked.

"Stay....I mean, come to bed".

He raised to his feet and I placed my head down on the pillow.

He got under the covers.

I was surprised he wasn't warm. Though he was wearing the same grey tshirt he had under his hoodie.

"My dad wasn't always a dick, there was a time when he was, well, not such an asshole as his now. That was before my mom died. He loved her. He loved me. He treats my brothers the same. But he was different. And if he goes. I've got nobody".

"You have now though, right?". His quiet tone asks.

I turn away putting on the bedside lamp. Then turn back to face him. Not saying anything. Just looking.

The silence built. Then his hand came up to my cheek. Brushing the stray hair that dangled infront of my eyes.

I bring my face down to his level. Slowly I lock my lips onto his.

His reaction wasn't visible. He didn't show any sign of pulling away. Only seeming to want more.

He slipped his hand at the back of my neck kissing my jaw then my jugular.

I felt my heart pound. His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his lap.

Giving himself easier access to every inch of my upper half.

"Tell me to stop". He breathed.

"No".

I gripped onto his dark hair. Kissing harder.

He noticed the translucency of my top and I could feel his jeans growing stiffer by the second, which caused me to move.

He groaned. Sliding a hand up my back, then down to the hem of my camisole.

He looked at me for consent, to which I just nodded.

From there he began lifting my top up and over my head. His fingers tickled my spine as they danced lower and lower to the bottom rim of my jeans.

Then in a swift motion he rolled me onto my back and kissed down my chest.

"Is this ok?". He asks quietly.

"Mhm". I bit down on the inside of my cheek.

He pulls back, reaching both arms over and removing his tshirt.

Then he goes for the button on my jeans.

Slowly unbuttoning them and sliding them down my legs.

"Are you sure, if you don't want to, tell me". He looked up me through puppy eyes.

"I want it, please Wayne".

The fact that he asked consent made me want him even more.

He got down at the end of the bed. I knew what was coming.

And it only made my excitement go through the roof.

"I'll be gentle". He pulled my underwear off.

He hooked his arms under my legs, pulling them apart for his eyes to linger.

"You're so pretty". He kisses my inner thigh.

His soft kisses trailed higher and higher. Until he was right where I wanted him to be.

I swallow hard when his strong grip pulled me closer.

"Mmmm" his groans shot through me.

His tongue wouldn't stop. It kept grazing my core.

"Fuck". I writhed under his grasp.

For such a quiet boy, he surely wasn't shy when it came to giving pleasure.

Gentle was an understatement. He grew more rougher and needy as he licked deeper.

I could feel my stomach tighten. And I gripped his soft dark hair, pulling lightly.

"I'm close".

I came closer and closer until I reached the climax I long waited for.

I thought he would pull away. But he didn't.

He didn't stop. His tongue kept a steady pace inside of me.

His eyes were shut, like he was sinking into a trance he didn't realise he was in.

"Wayne...wait" I stutter.

He brought his arm up and across my hips. Guarding my movement.

He couldn't help himself, he kept at it.

I could feel the overstimulation hit. And I couldn't take it anymore.

There was so much pleasure yet so much pain. It was all too much to handle.

His tongue wraps around my clit causing me to jolt.

But his strong arm kept me down.

"I cant-please...ah!".

He looks up at me.

"Just a little longer". He pleaded.

As much as It hurt, I didn't want him to stop.

He dipped his head back down and went back to it.

I felt the same tight sensation, this time it was enhanced.

I arched my back as I came for the second time.

He kissed my thigh once more, then pulled back.

My legs went sloppy, like honestly, I couldn't feel them.

He took off his jeans and boxers, then climbed on top.

"Wayne".

"Yeah?" He asks softly.

"I haven't, done this before" I confess.

"Neither have i" he replies.

Which leads me to believe he's lying.

"You sure?" I raise a brow.

"I mean you did just go down on me like you've done it before so-".

"I promise" he laughs.

"And this time I'll be gentle, I promise that too". He kisses me softly.

He slowly entered me which I slightly tensed at the pain.

He rested his hands on each side of my head. His fingers playing with my hair which relaxed me.

And slowly he started to move.

"Ah, fuck Wayne" I whine.

"Am I hurting you?" He asks worried.

"No, it just, feels good" my cheeks flush red.

He tucks his head into my neck breathing hot heavy breaths while pressing open mouth kisses on my beating pulse.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and in return he whimpered slightly.

"God Y/n, I love you so much" He exclaimed.

I was surprised. I wouldn't have thought he felt the same. But he did.

My moans were a signal for him to speed up. And that he did. Gradually he went faster.

I felt his hand come down from the side of my head. And he gripped onto my thigh, tilting me slightly.

I screamed when he hit the right spot.

He took notice and continued to hit it over and over until were both near. And we could feel it.

And in an instant we both came together.

I drew a sharp breath when he pulled out. I was so sensitive and sore it was almost hard to move.

But he noticed how worn out I looked and comforted me. Wiping the sweaty strands out of my face then cradling me close.

"I love you too".

He looked down at me completely in awe.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes".

I kiss him.

We lay there for a minute or two. I realised.

"Fuck!" My eyes widen.

"What" he asked curiously.

"You didn't pull out of me. You came in me!!". I shout, jumping out of bed then speedily get dressed.

"Shit, Y/n im-".

"No time Wayne. We gotta go".

"Where?".

"To get the fucking after pill". I give him an obvious look. Which I know I shouldn't have.

It wasn't his fault. It was our first time. But still the amount of times parents warn their kids about safe sex and the first time gets fucked up.

He got out of bed and got dressed.

Once we were complete, I ran out the door and he followed.

It was way too early for a baby.

Could you imagine?.

A little baby Wayne Jr. Sounds cute when I think about.

Maybe someday.

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[itsmadamehydra]

My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

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More Wayne McCullough NSFW Headcanons

warnings ✩° : nsfw, smut, mentions of being hurt, submissive!wayne, mentions of fighting scars, sexual things idk.

pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader

authors note ✩° : thank you guys for being patient and stuff, i need to get back on the grind...

- I’m not going to lie. Wayne is the type to whimper. Definitely not all the time, so when he does, it’s like a sweet little treat for you. But in certain situations, he’ll let out a soft whine or groan that lets you know just how much he’s into what you're doing to him. Wayne loves it too much to the point he can’t help what he says accidentally or absentmindedly.

- He goes completely crazy when he can’t touch you, so you tie him up sometimes or tell him straight out that he can’t, just to get the needy stares that you’ll inevitably get when you do so.

- Pull. On. That. Damn. Hair. He likes it just as much as you do.

- He does this thing where if you initiate a kiss, he’s a little surprised but sort of melts into it, but when you try and pull away he just steps forward so you don’t break the kiss too soon. It’s specific, but you two always get turned on when it happens.

- Given the fact you guys are constantly on the run or hiding, having sex and intimate moments aren't readily done most of the time. That being said, the chance you guys get when you're alone is usually very very fast and messy. It doesn’t really matter the place or time, as long as you two know you're alone, it’s enough. You try not to be loud, but can you really help it?

- Doing it in empty bathtubs at a friends house, abandoned sheds, behind walls in alley ways, Wayne isn't afraid to just fuck you wherever. He’ll grab you by your hips and fuck you against a wall if he has to, or better yet hide you two under a scrap piece of metal for privacy. (Yes, it’s gotten that bad before). You on the other hand are a bit more hesitant, but it’s only because you don’t want anyone else to see you or him in that position—or any for that matter.

- Unfortunately, when you guys manage to sneak in a quick fuck, sometimes people have walked in and ruined it. In the moment, it’s mortifying, but afterwards you and Wayne laugh about it. Sometimes, he brings moments like that up to cheer you up if you're mad at him or just feeling a bit miserable.

“Hey. Remember that one time, when we were doing it in that family restroom and you forgot to lock the door?”

“I try to forget.”

“You remember what that lady’s face looked like? Holding that baby? She almost dropped it.”

“How can you say all this with a straight face?!”

- Wayne really likes having you on his lap, either having his fingers inside you or on you, or his dick inside you, and just looking really uninterested so no one suspects anything. But in reality, he’s super into it and moves your hips back and forth, maybe even kissing your neck or shoulder to show it. For extra safety though, he keeps his jacket or flannel plastered on your lap.

- He’s a bit strong, so sometimes he goes a bit overboard. That means sometimes he goes a bit too fast or bites you too hard or overstimulates you—but it’s by total accident.

- If you're riding on top of him, that’s the closest to heaven that Wayne will ever get to. It’s such a sight to see, not only your body but the way you move on top of him is just pure ecstasy. He loves it so much, he’s not afraid to lean his head back and open his mouth, flaunting his adam’s apple with his mouth agape.

- He can’t tell when the appropriate time it is to say those three words, even when he’s said them a million times before. So sometimes, even when you're giving him the sloppy toppy, he looks at you with pure love and just lets it slip out, “I love you.” and it honestly catches you off guard 9/10.

- Wayne won’t admit it, but when you touch over his scars on his chest, thighs, or face, it never fails to turn him on or get him riled up. He doesn’t know why, but neither of you complain.

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Cherry, by Lana Del Rey | Wayne M.

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warnings ✩° : fluff, confession, cursing, use of ‘frilly’ as a nickname.

pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x coquette fem!reader

premise ✩° : wayne is clueless. you know too much. when it comes to your feelings, at least.

word count ✩° : 3.8k

authors note ✩° : this was a request from a succubabe!! thank you so much for requesting <3 so sorry ive disappeared for so long...very unmotivated..but im back!!

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For some odd reason, Wayne could never understand why you would want to hang out with him. There are many things he doesn't understand when it comes to people, but one thing he truly could not solve was why an elegant, lace obsessed, baby pink wearer would want to ever talk to someone like him. All Wayne dressed in was beat up clothes, stiff jeans, and dirty vans that would always accumulate dirt no matter how hard he scrubbed it away.

In comparison to each other, it’s very strange when you two are out in public, one being completely dressed head to toe in grungey, dark colors, and the other looking as if she’d walked out of a pastel rose garden with pearls always strung across her neck. What made it even more strange was on days where he’d hold your hand, exposing his tattered and bruised knuckles and your prim and proper nails, always coated in white or pink. By the way you two drastically contrasted each other, heads would spin and people would whisper, but you wouldn’t care. Wayne did though.

Wayne cared about your reputation, although neither of you were popular enough to make a splash in the cesspool of airheads and bullies walking the halls of your school, he still cared about how people might think of you if they see you hanging around the guy with a personal reputation of being known as ‘he who shall not be named because he’s going to kill us if we talk about him.’ If it were up to him, he’d steer clear from you just for you to have a chance at being normal. But he couldn’t avoid you even if he tried. He cares too much.

Since you dressed the way you did, always in white stockings, a clean cut skirt, a lacey top and pink ribbons hanging from either side of your head, Wayne thought you were dainty, cute, and frilly. Frilly. That was his nickname for you. At first, he said it by accident and quickly corrected himself, but you grew to like it the more he kept forgetting, realizing it’s just how he sees you. Even if you weren’t dating yet, you still liked the familiar intimacy ‘Frilly’ had, it was the only nickname no one else called you, but Wayne.

One day, after school, as you’re waiting for Wayne in your usual spot, back pressed against the gritty texture of the popcorned wall, you realize it’s been a few minutes when it’d usually take about half the time you’ve been waiting. You didn’t pay it any mind, though, because you knew he was probably with Orlando talking, or being talked to, and getting held back. Thinking to yourself, you chuckle and shake your head, and isn’t until you hear rushing footsteps barrel your way do you stop.

“Hey Frilly.” You tilt your head up to see Wayne, who’s out of breath from running so quickly, and smile, “You uh, been waiting long? I got caught up.” Caught up was code for, ‘I just broke someone’s nose in the hall and a few other guys’ wrists for trying to stop me.’

Judging from his shifty attitude and struggle to meet your gaze, it was quite easy to tell what getting caught up was caused by.

You let out an annoyed sigh and straighten your posture, tucking a loose chunk of your hair behind your ear.

“Again? Wayne, I told you before, I seriously don’t care if anyone thinks I’m weird for hanging out with you. They can say whatever they want and nothing is going to change how much I like you.” You try to ignore that last part when you see your friend’s dejected look. Your inability to think before you spoke was growing worse and worse by the second around Wayne, thankfully he never picked up on it.

The truth was, for the longest time, you’ve actually had feelings for your best friend. You couldn’t exactly place your finger on why, because when you found yourself thinking about him, everything else was quickly discarded. It was just, him, and something about him sent your mind flurrying with warmth and serendipity. You just hated how he would get in trouble protecting something you didn’t even care about.

Changing the subject, Wayne kicks the ground and rubs his nose, “I like your outfit today. It’s your er...necklace thing from that one designer? The British one? Angela Southwest or something?”

It always seemed like Wayne knew the general idea of something when he completely and utterly butchered the name of someone famous. He’s sheltered, but thanks to you knows just the smallest bit of pop culture enough for him to barely pass as a teenager, but he never fails to make you laugh at his sad attempts at guessing.

“Vivienne Westwood?” Your eyes meet the shimmery silver necklace, “Oh my God! Wayne! What the hell is Angela Southwest?” You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and laugh.

He lets out a heavy sigh and reaches his hand out from his side, asking for your hand to which you happily envelope over in between the spaces of his fingers, “I forgot the name…you know I’m not good at those, Frilly.” He says, looking away from your teasing smile plastered on your face. You laugh it off and both continue on your path going home.

Wayne always walked with you after school, since you both lived so close to each other. Over time you’d both found that you go the same way, take the same turns, and eventually end up on the same road. So eventually you just started walking together, sometimes even spending a few hours at your house. Thanks to those moments, you were able to talk to Wayne and get closer to him than ever before, even enough to hold hands without heating up at the thought of it.

The walk was always short and quick, but somehow you always arrived home almost hours later, taking pit stops getting food or stopping by different hole-in-the-wall stores, usually selling vintage clothing or jewelry, or comic books. You paid for the most part, but it didn’t matter if it meant you got to spend time with Wayne.

When you part your lips, Wayne’s eyes instantly flicker at the sight of the glossy layer pulling apart, drawn to the mesmerizing shine and pink tint. Before you can even notice it, he looks back down and scratches his head, clearly wanting to look at them for longer. You drum your fingers on your cheek and push your lips out, humming in thought when your eyes catch on the flashing, neon sign of a vinyl record store in the distance.

The place was dingy and hidden despite having an eye sore of a sign, but the inside was the real gem. You’d talked about going there with Wayne one day in the past, but he isn’t interested in vinyls or music in general. So you for the most part, you go alone.

On one of those trips alone, you saw that there was a sale on one of your favorite artist’s vinyls, Lana Del Rey. Call it fate or karma, but when you had seen the black letters, ‘50% OFF’ on her albums and any alike, you ran and purchased three. Vinyls on their own are well over your budget on any day, so you took advantage and purchased Ultraviolence, Born to die, and Lust for Life. Lust for Life was your favorite, which you had tried explaining to Wayne before only to be questioned as to, “Why’re you horny to live?” because of the song ‘Cherry.’

On nights after you and Wayne would walk together, it was your personal ritual to listen to the song and get lost in Lana’s melodic, siren like voice. Cherry sounded erotic, but the feelings you got from it were far from. One of the beginning lyrics Lana sang, “I said real love, it's like feeling no fear When you're standing in the face of danger,” was the main reason why you had associated it with Wayne in the first place, knowing him to be that person who would tear the world up just for you, and protect you till no end. It was silly, but you couldn’t suppress the fantasy that the song made you get lost in. From the first time you listened to it, you couldn’t get rid of the image of Wayne in your head as much as you tried, so in the end you just accepted your fate and realized that you liked your friend a little more than someone with platonic feelings should.

You didn’t have the heart to tell Wayne what the song was and how much it truly meant to you, and for a while you were fine with that. So you kept it secret.

“Oh, hey, you’re still coming over to my house, right? I got a new vinyl from the store a few days ago. It’s heart shaped.” On its own, the vinyl itself was probably the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. Not only was it shaped to resemble a heart, but the beautiful, maraschino cherry like color made it impossible not to fawn over. It was like a dream come true, especially for your aesthetic. “You have to guess the singer though.”

Saying that was like a fatal stab to Wayne’s heart; he knew he couldn’t give you an answer that didn’t make him look stupid, but that was all a part of the fun. “I’m not really good at doin’ that, I only ever listen to music when I’m with you, Frilly.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a buzz kill. What artist do I listen to the most. Like day and night.” There was only one right answer, but Wayne’s struggled face was all you needed to get the idea he was thinking really hard. 

His eyebrows pull together and make the wrinkles on his forehead scrunch together, looking down at you whilst still walking, “You always got those headphones on...the ones with the pink ribbons...” Wayne looks to the side and suddenly widens his eyes, “Oh is it that one, Talya Swiff?”

“Taylor Swift? No, Wayne. Try again.” You want to burst out in laughter, but for the sake of his feelings, you spare him and hold back your giggles.

He thinks for another second and squints again, “Oh is it that one, that uh...er...Linal Derray?”

“Yes! Yes, Lana Del Rey! That sounded...vaguely like Lana Del Rey. So I’ll take it.” You squeeze his hand and brush against his jean jacket, “You wanna listen the the vinyl then?”

Wayne nods.

At your house, it didn’t really matter where Wayne was since he always made himself comfortable, or never really cared to be comfortable in the first place. But you were confident that he actually felt welcome in your home enough to both follow you around and also wander off to stare at things or play with your cat, who loved Wayne more than you. In your room, however, Wayne was slightly more cautious. It could be because he had more respect for you and the place you spent most of your time, or the fact that it was the most neatly cluttered place in the house.

With printed posters of different people Wayne barely recognized on your walls, to the majority of any desk space being filled with thrifted vases full of dried or drying flowers, to even random, white candles being used as decoration on your windowsill—being in your room for him was like a bull in a china shop. There was one place where he could sit down and not care about breaking anything with his big boots and habit of accidentally backing into or leaning into things, and that was a light pink bean bag placed next to your record player.

Wayne immediately goes to sit down on your bean bag and throws himself onto the lightly floral and vanilla scented chair, stuffing his face deeply into the softness of the fabric. He rubs his hands over it affectionately, as if he hadn’t seen it in years, but in reality it’s only been a day.

“Seems like you only came over to sit in your bean bag, huh Wayne?” You grin, referring it to his simply because of how much he loved it. Wayne lets out an incoherent, ‘yeah’ and then turns over, smiling brightly as if hugging the thing made him recharge to a full battery. Your heart skips a beat.

You start looking through your stack of vinyls and CDs, flipping through what Wayne thought to be over one hundred, but was really just twenty. “Ah! There it is.” You say and grab the sleeve, showcasing it to your friend with big eyes and a smile, “Look! It’s limited edition.”

“Looks normal to me.” Wayne scratches the back of his head. To him, he didn’t understand what it meant, collecting vinyls, or even collecting things, looking at all your dried out flowers and butterfly wing collection. He didn’t understand the concept of collecting at all, but he appreciated your room every time he entered.

“It’s not just normal, it’s rare, and I can’t really believe it was at a dingy place like that record store. Usually these things run for about $50, maybe more, if they’re second hand it depends how much people want to sell it for. I saw one for $400 but I’m pretty sure that was a set of all Lana’s vinyls in a pack or something.” You knew you were talking to yourself at this point as Wayne didn’t particularly know what was going on for the most part. But this time you were wrong; Wayne had been watching you with his head leaned back, rambling on about prices and rarity of a vinyl for about ten minutes, staring at the way you talked.

He liked it more than he wanted to admit.

“Anyways! So, I’ll show you my favorite song, then I’ll let you go, sound good?” You look at Wayne and he nods again, leaning down further on the beanbag and sinking into it just so his arms can freely dangle off of the sides. His tattered knuckles drag across your floor, and in a way, you find it slightly attractive how lax he is right now.

Needless to say, you pop the vinyl in, admiring it once it’s out of its sleeve and fiddling with your vintage record player gifted to you from your mom, pinching the needle to move to the side in order to actually fit the weirdly, yet beautiful, shaped record on. Once it’s on, you place the needle to its original position and press a button to play the music. The delay for the actual song to play works in your favor, enabling you to walk over to Wayne and sit on the bean bag as well, which is surprisingly big enough for both of you to fit on.

The two of you sit in silence for a bit waiting for the music to start, but once it does, you start to transport yourself into that specific headspace you usually find, only now, the one you would close you eyes and dream about was sitting right next to you, with his arm wrapped around your back.

When Wayne listened to music, there was no better way to describe him as awkward. Almost freezing up upon hearing lyrics or instruments, Wayne would do this thing where he sits completely still or sometimes nods his head and taps his feet, something that looks irregular and stiff, but fits well with Wayne for some reason. Now was no different. As the song starts, thin needle of your record player scratching the surface of the spinning, heart vinyl, Wayne instantly stiffens and starts nodding his head, soon picking up pace as Lana starts to sing. Almost like he’s in a zone.

You were about to comment on all of his estranged, jerking movements, but something inside you stopped you from doing so. By the way he was moving, in a way you knew he liked it, or at least was really convincing at making it seem like he did. As the song plays in the background, you feel your eyes close on their own, retreating back into the familiarity you know. Without even saying anything, Wayne notices, still nodding along to the slow tune.

He moves back a little, giving more room for you to move if needed. His fingers inch closer to your open hand, slowly moving and itching to hold your hand faster, but scared to do the same thing he did just a few minutes ago. But why? What was stopping him now? Wayne retracts his hand hesitantly and looks at you.

“So uh, what’s this song about, really?” It felt like he was catching on by the way he asked, turning his head slightly to look at you even though you’re right there, “You said it’s your favorite, right?”

Your eyes open instantly from the question. “Oh, yeah it’s about her being in love with someone so much, like an homage to being devoted in love. In her case, the person she’s in love with is like, dangerous, gets into a lot of trouble, but she loves him regardless and uh...falls into pieces when she’s with him because she loves him...a-a lot.”

“You sure it isn’t about something else?” Wayne asks, “I’ve got a feeling it’s not just about that.” You feel your face burn hot. No way did listening to the song once give him any ideas about anything more than a surface level understanding of the lyrics. Your throat tightens and you look up at Wayne, meeting his watchful eyes stare into yours with his messy hair falling on the sides of his face, framing his paleness with dark swoops of shadows casting down on him.

You can see every scuff and scar there is adorned to his skin, the faint scatter of freckles over his cheeks and nose, and what you’d normally ignore or not be able to see with how close he is. “I, I don’t know.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips and so do his.

Without even thinking, Wayne sits up and props himself up with his elbows pointing into the chair, making it so that he’s towering over you now, still maintaining eye contact with you. Wayne always moved spontaneously. You just didn’t know it would be now, of all places.

Your eyes close on their own, preparing to have your breath stolen from you. As if it were perfectly planned or timed just right, you didn’t know, and you didn’t care, because as soon as the rising climax of the song peaked, Wayne’s lips were on yours. All of a sudden, things truly had felt different between you, like Wayne had finally understood all the signs when he heard the lyrics.

His lips are soft, rough but ultimately pleasant to kiss, and he tastes exactly how you thought he would, mellow and sweet. All of those times where you’d stare at his lips were times you’d wish to kiss them. You feel his shoulders loosen, arms now wrapping around you, slowly scooping you up towards him. All of his little movements to get closer to you, deepening the kiss and holding the small of your back, nearly pinching the fabric of your lacey shirt, made your head reel.

You melt into him, losing all sense of the outside world as your lips slot together into his like a perfect match to another puzzle piece, like it was always meant to be like this. In a way, you knew that truth more than he did, but it was finally happening. Wayne tilts his head slightly, easing up on his sudden clash against your mouth, making his lips more pliant and comfortable to kiss, and you follow his lead without doubting him for a second.

The sensation bubbles in your stomach, filling you up with warm suds and happiness sparking all within your gut. 

Just barley, you move your hand up the back of his head and relish in his soft, black hair fitting in between the spaces of your fingers, holding him closer than before. Before you could merge into him, though, Wayne pulls away with your hands still on his face.

Your eyes flutter open to meet his in what little light you have in your room, illuminating the sight of his tightly closed lips and wide eyes, purely out of shock from the realization that he had actually kissed you. His expression only caused a domino effect to everything around him, causing your face to absolutely flood with embarrassment. He keeps your hands in place with his hands over yours with his lips parted, just staring at you with stars in his eyes.

“W-We kissed.” You mutter as the song repeats.

“Yeah. I guess we did.” His thumb rubs gently across the softness of your knuckles, “Is that ok? You know, I’ve been kinda dying to do that.”

You blink in disbelief, “Are you serious? You haven’t even said anything to me about liking anyone...or anything like that. Let alone kissing someone.”

Your friend smiles, “Well, why would I tell the person I wanna kiss, that I wanna kiss ‘em? Y/n, you know why I got caught up today?” You didn’t, “Wasn’t cause someone said something ‘bout you hanging out with me. It was cause someone said something about you, wasn’t a good thing though.” He removes your hands from his face and holds them instead, “Doesn’t matter what they said, it matters that I handled it, so don’t worry your pretty head.”

You bring your legs up next to his and look at his fingers interlaced with yours, “That’s the first time you’ve said my name in a while. I’m so used to hearing Frilly.” You meet his dark gaze and notice it looks a little more lighter than usual.

“I like both. Y/n and Frilly. But, I’m askin’ Y/n right now...if she’d like to, I dunno, go out with me? If she could imagine that, going out with someone who dresses like a homeless person.” 

You let out a laugh and shake your hands together, pulling them back in a way that causes him to lunge forward, now only an inch away from your face. “It doesn’t matter how scary you look next to me, so I’ll say yes. But, I do have a question first.”

“Yeah?” He asks with hearts in his eyes. You bite your lip, squinting your eyes at him and pretend as if you were in deep, pensive thought, letting out a low hum to really seal the deal. He knows you’re messing with him, so he impatiently chuckles and says your name, almost begging you to hurry up. And you do.

“How’d you like the song?”

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[kaicubus]

Carnage | Wayne M.

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warnings ✩° : angst, fluff, reader has a crush on wayne, wayne has a crush on reader, miscommunication, misunderstandings, eventual hidden confession, crying, cursing, implied depressed reader.

pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader

premise ✩° : it's been a few months since you've last seen wayne. no one was there to see the state he was in when he was taken from you, no one was there to see him show up on your doorstep and see the way he looked at you.

word count ✩° : 2.8k

authors note ✩° : thank you all wayne succubabies for being so patient with me!! this was a request and i wanted to write this for so long but arugghhh!! at least it's finally out, and i hope you all enjoy!! hopefully this helps soothe the wayne shaped hole in all of your hearts...

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There was no way you could've stopped it. It wasn't your fault. It all happened so fast. You couldn't save him.

How long had it been since you saw Wayne McCullough? Wayne McCullough, even his name pained you every time you thought of him. Every time you closed your eyes, all you seemed to see was his hair, the scars on his face, and his eyes full of sadness and desperation.

When was the last time you saw him? It had been months since traveling with Wayne had been cut short. You knew you had been followed and tracked down by two officers, but every time you had found a way around them and escaped. That was, until your last encounter with them, and the last time you'd ever see him.

For weeks, you had been traveling with Wayne on a wild goose chase to find his late father's last parting gift to him. Every day with him became the norm, and for a while, you liked the thrill hopping place to place brought you. Hell, you never would've pictured yourself sleeping in a motel without paying or running from cops if it weren't for Wayne. Wayne brought you excitement.

He didn't even have to say anything to spark a sort of electrifying feeling inside of you, being beside him was enough. Before long, Wayne consumed you in the best way possible. You never wanted to admit your feeling to him, as you felt talking to him about anything other than his motivation to get what he wanted would somehow disrupt him in any way. You had a crush on him, plain and simple. Was it possible to be in love with someone this much?

You didn't have the answer before he was taken away from you.

Harsh. That’s all that could be said about the situation. The timing was unexpected and the execution was worse, you couldn’t even predict it, that was the worst part. Before then, you hadn’t known the names of the people following close behind you and Wayne, but ever since then their names have become ingrained in your memory.

With the lasting image of the person you’ve grown to love being ripped out of your arms with cuts and bruises littering his face, you watched Wayne being tackled to the ground, face pressed into the asphalt road. Red and blue lights flickered furiously as the two police officers breathed a sigh of relief while you held yours.

Just like that, Wayne was gone. The cops that had taken Wayne took you away as well, but you weren’t the one they were after. Sergeant Stephen Geller did most of the talking, his face remained calm throughout it all, but questioned you as Wayne’s accomplice, when in his eyes you were the victim being strung along with him and his antics. He couldn’t be more wrong with that. Officer Jay Ganetti held a lighthearted attitude and a wide smile, cracking in bits of comedy to get you to smile or receive any positive reaction out of you, but of course you never budged.

“Look, Y/n, we’re going to break it to you easy. With all the mess Wayne’s created, we don’t want to hold you here any longer than you’re meant to be.” Geller went on to say, “We can’t disclose where he’s being held, but he won’t ever hurt you again. So you don't have to worry about a thing.”

“You’re wrong.” You made that clear, “Wayne would never hurt me, I went with him willingly.”

“Looks like he didn’t hurt her physically, serge, but emotionally…look at her. I think we're looking at a classic case of a broken heart.” Ganetti held a finger towards you but Geller pulled it down with ease, “Something was bound to happen between them, two sad kids traveling across the states, who knows? Maybe they connected in a way neither one of us could connect with someone. Now, he's gone and there's really nothing we can do about it now. We gave him plenty of chances. Serge, have you ever been in love so much that it breaks you and changes you and makes you feel things you haven't felt in a long time? A love worth fighting for. I know I haven’t.”

“Clearly.”

From what you understood, Wayne was locked in prison—juvenile prison—but no one told you where. No matter how hard you’d tried to get an answer out of them on where and when Wayne would be released, they would only respond with a saddened expression, which only made you feel worse. Wayne was all you had, they knew that, and they still took him away from you. Losing him was like losing yourself, and for a while, things never went back to normal.

It was only a few months ago when Wayne was taken from you. Since then there hasn’t been a moments of peace in your life. Getting up in the morning seemed next to pointless. Food became unappetizing, your hair had become tangled after refusing to brush it, and your room swarmed with heaps of trash you couldn’t be bothered to throw away, all because of this indescribable feeling of loneliness had consumed you and refused to and refused to release you from its suffocating jaws.

You had lost the motivation to keep living.

Every time you closed your eyes, memories of the times you spent with Wayne would flash like pictures in your mind, reminding you that Wayne was no longer there with you or waking up beside you. He would never hold your hands in the soft way he always would, look at you with a glint of hopefulness in his dull, grey eyes. You would never see the way his the skin around eyes crinkled whenever he smiled too widely at a joke you made. All because you two had been careless and had gotten caught.

You knew that your way of living was slowly getting worse, but a part of you didn’t even want to change to get better. Hell, the only clothing on your back that hadn’t been washed was the same jacket you had worn when he was taken from you. His jacket. At some times, the dark green fabric still smelt of him. That was all you had and you held onto that for as long as you could.

Until one day, as normal as the rest, you were scrolling through your phone mindlessly with the intent of filling the hours of the day with snippets of other people’s happy lives. Sure, your heart would ache when you saw couples together and living the life you’d only ever dream of having with Wayne, but the others were simply filler to you. That was until the soft thumping of your door brings you back to reality. You perk your head up and rest your phone down on the couch cushion next to you, sitting up. No one texted you or asked to come over, so you really had no idea who it could be at the door.

In fact, this might be the first visitor you've received in a while, even before your time with Wayne, no one really came over let alone knocked on your door. It seemed out of the ordinary to do that. Maybe it was a care package sent by someone.

With your expectations already low, you wander to the door and gently twisting the knob until you hear a 'click!' that allowed you to cautiously swing the door open.

Mere seconds start to turn into minutes as time stops, only allowing sunlight to stream into your poorly lit home. Little by little, the outside world becomes more visible until finally, you catch a glimpse of the person whose hand is still bent in the shape of a closed fist, ready to knock again. But it stops when it sees you.

"No way." You stop yourself from saying anything further. With the door fully open now, it was clear who was in front of you. Only, you didn't want to believe it at first. How could he be back, how could he even be here when he has no way of coming to you?

Wayne McCullough.

In his eyes, you were always the person to keep him level-headed and his mind as clear as possible, even when nothing seemed to go right. You were there for him as best as you could, always with a smile on your face. He hadn't seen you in so long, yet he knew that this wasn't the Y/n he knew, and that this version of yourself must have only been caused by something horrible. For a few seconds, Wayne stares at your eyes, how they no longer had the familiar shine reflecting like spotlights in them, and how dark and cloudy they've become. He looks down at the redness adorning your under eyes and how tired you looked. Exhausted, even.

You both were at a loss for words. Not knowing what to say or even think, Wayne silently opens his arms and waits for you to process that he's here, in the flesh, and he's standing in front of you. Your heart skips a beat and suddenly, everything comes rushing back as soon as you jump into his arms.

"Wayne?!" Your arms quickly loop around his body and you're hit with that familiar, rough scent of his. Wayne squeezes you tighter, still not wanting to say anything. You ignore it and continue to hold him, feeling your entire body tense up with shock as you're hit with a sudden wave of guilt and remorse. A knot ties itself deep inside your once empty chest, feeling nothing but a thousand weights being tugged off your shoulders the moment you feel his calloused thumbs rub circles into your back.

You've yearned for his touch for so long, and you wanted nothing more than to be swallowed in his embrace, not even daring to move in fear of him stopping. But Wayne had no intention other than to just be there with you. This was more than he could ever ask for.

"What are you doing here?" You ask softly, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck when you feel your weight gradually lifting off from the ground. The familiarity of his coarse hair sweeps past your now tear-soaked cheek and tickles your skin in a way that you've never thought you'd missed. "You were in juvie, but how are you, did you escape?" Your mind raced with questions but Wayne keeps his hands tenderly placed around you.

What kills you most is just how gentle Wayne is with you. You knew Wayne to be strong enough to hurt people badly, to break things unexpectedly and when he didn't mean to, hell he could withstand torture for hours and even stab his own hand without remorse. But when it came to you? Wayne held you like you were brittle, broken and only put together by a thin layer of glue, like you could break at any second if he held onto you just a little tighter. In a way, you felt as though that was true.

Wayne notices when you start to tremble, eventually sobbing directly onto his shoulder. He could feel your hands shake and the way you grip onto him periodically before letting your limbs fall limp, as if crying itself was too tiring to bear. On the third attempt to hold onto him, Wayne exhales, letting a cool breeze flow past your hair and sopping wet face.

"I got released." Is all he says. It's enough for you to rip away from him and stare at him with big eyes. "Cops said they didn't want to lock me up in the first place. That I was some broken kid without any guidance. Almost like they pitied me, you know?"

You nod and start to palm away your tears, but Wayne stops you with the back of a curled finger rubbing under your eyes instead.

"Hey now, why're you crying?" Wayne asks softly, "I didn't go missin' or nothin'. I'm right here, Y/n. I'm right here." Shaking you a bit, Wayne raises his brows, "Alright?"

For a moment, he lets silence fall between you, just soaking up each other's presence. You can tell something's on his mind, but you don't bother to pry if he won't say it first.

"You know, being in that place made me realize a lot of things. Things I didn't want to think about, but those things just kept coming back no matter how hard I pushed them down."

"What's that?"

He hesitates for a moment, grazing just past your hips. "I ain't got no house no more, no family, I'm already expelled from school. I got no place here no more Y/n, I might as well just start over somewhere else." Wayne rolls hip lip under his teeth but keeps talking despite your look of pure devastation, "I figured that with everything that happened with us...you wouldn't wanna see me again. I don't want to hurt you no more, Y/n."

No.

"Cops told me you'd be better off without someone like me."

No.

"And I want what's best for you, you know?" Even he looks like he's on the verge of tears. You've never even seen him cry before. How could he be crying now?

"NO!" You shake your head, "I don't want to lose you again, Wayne. You can't do this to me again. Ever since you were taken I couldn't think of anything else, what I could've done differently. It kills me that I couldn't save you or at least be there with you!" Your start to choke on your own tears, "So don't tell me that you think it's best that you leave me! It's not! How could you say that?"

You watch Wayne's expression go blank as he stares at you, not even blinking. He watches as tears glide down your face now more than ever. His heart aches at the sight of it all.

Your eyes swell with tears leaving your eyes the moment they brim your lashes with every second you look at him. No matter how much you'd look at him, it felt as though it'd never be enough, like at any moment he could slip away from you again. You wanted anything but that. So you keep looking, keep staring, keep holding on until Wayne's lips part, wanting to say something to fill the silence.

"You...really don't want me to leave?" He asks breathlessly, letting his shoulders fall.

"Why would I ever want that?" You sink back into him, squeezing your eyes shut, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Wayne."

He looks at the top of your head as if he doesn't believe you, but then again, the evidence is undeniable. No matter if he tried to stretch it in any other way, Wayne knew he couldn't be anywhere without you. He couldn't, and he didn't want to. Thinking about leaving you always made him feel a sort of indescribable loneliness, which could only be fixed by thinking back to a time where he was with you.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Wayne sighs and closes his eyes too, fading into a darkness where only he can touch you and feel the warmth he's longed for.

"I never, ever stopped thinking about you, Y/n. I never wanted to hurt you but I thought about coming back to you every day. I never got to say what I wanted to either."

You step away from him and hold his hands in yours, running your fingers over all the lines and creases on his palms, remembering how it was one of the ways you were able to calm down. Wayne closes his hands, though, and shakes yours just enough for you to look at him.

"I'm not going no where. I'm staying put. With you. If you'll let me, Y/n."

That's all you've ever wanted to hear.

"Please, don't ever leave again."

Wayne shakes his head silently and lets go of your hand, only for him to be able to hold the side of your face. You lean into his palm and look up at him, the shine returning just as he'd remembered you to have.

"I don't plan on going anywhere where you're not." He says quietly and lowers himself down to your height. Without another word, a simple tug was all Wayne needed to inch closer to your face and eventually meet your lips with a delicate kiss.

It was more than you could ever ask for.

All of a sudden, you hear the shuttering of a camera behind you as well as a high pitched sob. Naturally, you pull away. Behind Wayne, you realize how he got to your house in the first place, which was never clarified before and what you quickly came to understand why.

"No! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, continue!" Officer Genetti says, waving a hand at you two while looking back at his screen.

"Christ, Jay, are you taking pictures?" Sergent Geller sighs.

"It is a beautiful moment and I'm not letting this go undocumented!"

"Use your damn eyes, Jay."

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Stains We Can’t Remove | Wayne M.

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warnings ✩° : angst no happy ending, cursing, angry wayne, trauma responses, hurt/no comfort, wayne not listening to reader, wayne’s mommy issues, spoilers kinda for the series, wayne WANTS to go after reader but doesn’t.

pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader

premise ✩° : wayne’s mom isn’t a perfect person, that’s pretty obvious to you and everyone around you. everyone but wayne, who gets defensive when you start to question his true place in her life after talking with her.

word count ✩° : 3.3k

authors note ✩° : this may get a part 2 but i had to leave it on a cliffhanger you know me teheh...anyways this uhm this really hurt my soul but i like doing angst no comfort until you guys come at me with knives demanding a part 2. so until then!

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Maureen smelt like cigarettes.

Usually, people make an effort to mask the scent when they come back in for a short smoke break, knowing how most people find the smell revolting, dousing themselves in cheap perfume or body spray or even take off the clothes they were wearing that the smoke latched onto. But Maureen didn’t care. She didn’t even acknowledge it.

That’s just the kind of person Maureen McNulty was.

You had to admit, it bothered you seeing Wayne so attached to a mother who clearly didn’t give a damn about her son, in fact you’ve never seen anything like it before. In the short amount of time you’ve known her, you’ve seen Wayne’s mom force a smile and laugh with him like it’d been her dream to see Wayne after so long, out of the blue despite being the one to leave him since all these years. And seeing a look of hopefulness on your boyfriends face when she told him how much she missed him made something inside of you bubble with anger, knowing that all Wayne was to her was that certain stench of smoke she couldn’t be bothered getting rid of or even spare a passing glance.

Of course, you didn’t want to break Wayne’s spirits. After all, it was the first time in a long time Wayne had something else besides you to live for. He had his friend Orlando, sure, but Orlando wasn’t considered family. He was just someone Wayne bad to protect.

You fall under that category as well, but on a more intimate level. This was the first time though, that Wayne could be protected—comforted—by someone else. He could finally take shelter and relax in the arms of his mother, family he had been deprived of for so long.

But how could you relax seeing all the false, squinted smiles that told lies of ‘i love you’ and ‘i want you to stay here forever’, even taking it as far as showing him baby pictures of himself that Maureen had conveniently kept but ‘accidentally’ hidden away.

It didn’t help that you had overheard Maureen one day talking to her husband, who seemed to be frustrated with the sudden two additions in his household. You could hear the way his loud, angry voice, echoed throughout the halls and since it was only you three home and Wayne and Reggie were out ‘bonding’, you heard everything very clearly.

You almost wish you didn’t.

“Ok! Fine! You know what! Yeah, he’s a little annoying and clingy and following me around everywhere, but he was like that when he was a kid! Give him a damn break!” You heard her say, followed by a large clattering noise from her husband knocking his fist into the wall causing a painting to tumble down.

“I don’t care if you think he’s your little fuckin’ baby, Maureen! He’s not my son and I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea! I want him out of my house as soon as possible, otherwise I’m just going to throw him on the street along with his skanky girlfriend too!”

“Don’t you call my son’s girlfriend a skank!” You liked that she defended you, “But, you’re right. I can’t have my past follow me around like some puppy dog. It’s not right. I just…give me time to break the news to him gently. I’ll tell him to back his bags. He’ll be gone real soon, babe.”

And that was it. Then Wayne and Reggie came home and Maureen pretended to act normal again, flying above Wayne’s radar and tricking him into thinking he can stay with his mom. It didn’t even matter if Maureen opened her arms to both you and Wayne and let you both inside of her home, because to you, it didn’t matter at all if all she was going to do was go back on her word and make you guys leave, breaking Wayne’s heart all over again. What also hurt was that Maureen was nothing like Wayne; She was actually fun, well spirited, unlike Wayne who barley spoke two words to her when he saw her again, while she spoke novels. It was interesting seeing the two interact, but it didn’t change the fact that none of it was real.

You just had to tell him what he failed to see. And you were going to do it tonight.

When the time came, you could hardly ignore the rapid beating pounding inside of your chest. The whole time you stood there, waiting for everyone to go outside or leave the house was spent pondering over every single thought in your head, debating on if this was truly a good idea and rehearsing what you wanted to say to him. Telling Wayne straight up that his mom didn’t love him and actually just wanted him out was completely out of the picture, so you had to lay it down slowly and sugar coat the hell out of it and pray he’d understand.

When everyone finally leaves, Maureen’s husband outside in their garage, Reggie out with friends, and Maureen smoking a pack outside by a bonfire, you tug your boyfriend back into the dining room and sit him down across from you. Wayne, who appears to be already over the moon from having a private conversation with you, smiles curiously at what you have to say, batting his eyes at you curiously when you just stare at him saying nothing.

“Wayne I have to tell you something.” You start off easy, folding your hands onto the table and looking anywhere but his eyes, “It’s...it’s kind of hard for me to do this, but. I think I should really tell you.”

Wayne’s eyes don’t leave yours for a second, giving you his full attention with that same hopeful smile he’s had all week. That only makes it harder for you to get your words out, and unfortunately, they do.

“Wayne, I don’t think your mom is who she says she is.” You hold onto your thighs and look up at your boyfriend through your lashes.

It takes a moment for him to process the statement in his head, but it doesn’t register. He looks up with a confused expression, with one of his eyebrows arched and squinted eyes, “She’s not my mom?”

“No, Wayne, she is your mom,” You laugh a bit, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders with his innocent question, “But I don’t think she’s as…perfect, or even motherly like you think she is. I mean, you’ve seen how she raised Reggie.”

“Reggie has a shit father, Y/n, I’d blame that more on him than my mom.” Wayne points out, “And yeah, my mom’s not going to be perfect, no moms are. But, she’s trying her hardest, and I got to see her, so I think that’s good.”

He wasn’t getting it.

You let out a short sigh and scoot closer to him, gently moving your hand to the center of the table where you could comfortably meet halfway and hold his hands. “Wayne, It’s not about her being a good mom or not.” You say gently, “It’s more about her not...wanting to be a mom to you.”

“That’s crazy, Y/n. I’m her son. I was here first. That don’t make no sense.” Wayne shakes his head and laughs under his breath.

“I know, I know baby. But I heard her talking, when you and Reggie were out. She was in the other room, and well,” Your shoulders fall, “She said she didn’t...she didn’t think it was a wise decision to keep past...personal assets in her...new life...” That was the best way you could put such horrible news. In a way, you understood the feelings Wayne must be going through; No child would want to be told from someone that their mom was talking shit behind their back, especially when that mom left them when they were just a kid and left no explanation saying why or even bothering to leave behind some lame excuse. To your knowledge, Maureen never told Wayne she was going to grab some milk and be right back, instead she just left one day and never returned.

The more you tried to spell it out for him though, the more confused he got. You were already dancing around the issue and trying to sugar coat it as best as you could, but his expression tells it all: he has no clue of what you’re trying to say. Wayne wrinkles his brows in utter confusion and stares at you, his smile fading away the more you stammer on.

“Look, Wayne. When you were gone, I heard her talking to her husband, he was all mad and whatever that we were staying here.”

“So? We’ll just move near by, my mom probably knows a place we can crash and we’d be out of his hair.”

Your back stiffens, “N-No, Wayne, he doesn’t want us—you—here, period. I’m not family, and I’ll have to go back some time. He knows that, and so do you. But I’m talking about you and your mom.”

Wayne re-positions his hands separately from yours and clasps them together tightly, rubbing his calloused thumbs over each other in thought. “What, uh. What else did he say?” His watchful eyes crawl back up to yours.

“He said that you’re not his son, and your mom agreed, and therefore he doesn’t want you in his house.” You look down nervously. If there was one thing you knew about Wayne, it would be that he talks a lot, just not in words. When Wayne holds a conversation, he doesn’t speak all too much, instead he pays attention to the person talking, mimicking their movements, and using body language to talk—hands to express his levels of comfort, eye contact to silently communicate, and his posture to dictate his attention—you can tell what he’s thinking just by looking at him. The body tells a lot of secrets the mouth won’t, but it was no secret that Wayne hated this conversation.

He hated everything about thinking his mom isn’t who she says she is or how his 5-year old mind remembers her. Instead of the woman who brought him toys and taught him how to read and decipher shapes, who cooked him and his father meals especially warm tomato soup on rainy days, your words were practically shredding that woman down to someone who doesn’t care one bit about him, who would and did leave him because she couldn’t care less. But Wayne tries his best not to show it all too much.

“What else?” He drums his fingers on top of the table and glances down too.

“She told him, she doesn’t want her past following her around like some...” Your lip curls, knowing what’s coming next would utterly destroy him, “...some sad puppy dog.” and it does.

Wayne feels your shoe turn and nudge him when he goes silent for too long, his body voided of any kind of language and instead replaced by nothing at all, but he doesn’t react. How could his own mother, he thought, think of him as some helpless dog when he did everything to hell and back to try and find something so dear to him? He rolls his head forward and allows the shadows of the flickering light above trace over his nose and forehead.

“Wayne..?” You say softly, softer than you ever have before. You fear that the slightest bit of volume could send him destroying everything around him, knowing that’s all he wants to do right now. The static in Wayne’s mind suddenly starts to fizz, jumping from a background noise right to all he can hear. The sound fills his ears and it fills his ears fast, leaving him no time to think.

“No.” Wayne shakes his head, “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/n. My mom wouldn’t do that to me, she wouldn’t say that to nobody. Not her kid, especially not me. She wouldn’t compare me to no dog. Why’d you say that..?”

Suddenly, your words were stolen from you. Was he really shifting the blame onto you? There was some misunderstanding. “No, that’s not it,” You lurch forward and try to catch his wrists to assure him you’re telling the truth, but he rips them away from you before you get the chance, “Wayne, I’m not lying to you. I heard how she talked about you.”

“Yeah, well clearly you didn’t hear right!” Wayne shouts. His abrupt change in tone makes you jump right back into your seat, eyes wide from how easy it was to yell at you, and it even shakes the table. Or maybe that was because of how hard he was gripping it in that moment. Still, you look at Wayne in shock, fear, and some lingering taste in the back of your tongue of anger.

“What are you talking about?! Wayne, I heard her say that shit! Why would I fucking lie about that?”

Wayne shrugs harshly, “I dunno, maybe you wanna like, split us up or somethin’? I don’t know! I do know that my mom wouldn’t call me a damn dog, following her around.”

“You might not want to believe it, but that’s what she said. I’m saving you from a whole world of pain, Wayne. Imagine if she was the one to tell you? You’d believe her since it was coming out of her mouth, so why is it so different when I tell you out of mine?!” His words hit you like a truck right into your chest. You wanted to defend yourself and explain to him that the truth was evident, but Wayne just keeps shoving.

“You don’t know my mom, ok?”

“And you do?! You didn’t even know why she left you until she came up with some lame excuse so you wouldn’t keep pressing her for answers!”

Wayne stands up and balls his fists tightly. If there was anything distracting himself from the pain splitting his heart in two, it was the biting sensation of his nails digging crescents into his already scarred palm. “What? You think you know her just by lookin’ at her? You’ve only known her for a couple days, but I’ve been here with her, in a photo album or a wallet—she knows about me! She understands me, and I’m happy to be here with her. Why is that so hard for you to understand, Y/n?”

There’s a pause, a moments of hesitation, before you speak. In that moment, you stare at the way Wayne’s chest falls heavily, heaving with guilt and burden, knowing as much as his anger consumes him, the last thing he wants to do is yell at you. Your eyes flicker away from his for a second, catching a glimpse of all the photos and picture frames hanging on the walls of Maureen, her husband, and Reggie. Reggie’s baby pictures, her and her husband out on an anniversary date wrangling gators, Reggie grinning ear to ear holding up a gold club and soon after, a beer. Your eyes scan over all the memories this family has where they seem so well put together, one would even say, happy and loving.

Maureen was there, sure, displaying her crafts and small businesses she’s worked on over the years, and her husband was always in a picture with his eyes red because of the flash and holding something up to show, and then there was Reggie. There was nothing of Wayne. Not even a small picture on the fridge.

Wayne said that his photos were locked away, secret, but all that told you was that Maureen was ashamed of her past, and even more ashamed of him. If Wayne failed to see that, there was nothing more you could do. You had already lost to her.

Maybe you’d wish you hadn’t brought it up, or somehow made Maureen tell him himself so this didn’t make you seem like a liar trying to tear Wayne apart from his mom. You only wanted to let him know. Your eyes return back to him, and shamefully, you give him a half-hearted smile. “What I understand, Wayne, is that she’s not ready to be your mother. And frankly, I don’t think she ever was, and that’s why she left you. You’re holding onto something that doesn’t want to be held onto.”

Wayne falls silent. “Then I don’t think I want to be the one to hold onto you anymore.”

Your head flips back up, your brows furrowing. Now more than ever, it felt like your world seemed to shatter right beneath your feet. Those few words stung like burning needles stabbing right into your gut as the wind in your lungs struggles to escape, leaving your chest constricted and heart fully broken beyond repair.

You wanted to have misheard. You wanted him to regret what he said and quickly apologize. Like he always does, he always fixes it. But this time, Wayne doesn’t even turn his head up to look at you. Instead he keeps his eyes fixated on his hands, mindlessly picking at the skin around his nails.

You swallow, hard, and attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. You try to open your mouth more, but it snaps shut. There’s nothing you can say or do that will change his mind, so what was even worth defending? Your dignity was long gone when you first sat down with him, and it feels like there’s no love for you inside of Wayne’s heart, but you still hold on the best you can.

Even your strength can’t hold back the tears that eventually spill from your eyes though, and soon enough, streams of hot tears come barreling down the sides of your face, seemingly endlessly. You bring your sleeve up to your face and start hastily dabbing away your tears, blotting softly at first but quickly bashing your fists into your eyes to get them to stop.

Wayne’s ears perk up when he hears you sniffle, but he doesn’t look over. Even when he doesn’t speak, he still says a lot, and his silence was all you needed to realize that Wayne McCullough had chosen who he wants to be around and to spend his time with, and that person was not you.

Even if it meant leaving you behind, Wayne’s mind was set. He couldn’t change the past, but he was hopeful for the future, and if there was any ounce of changing that, then Wayne held on. It just meant that you were something that he couldn’t keep as well.

Despite everything, Wayne doesn’t bother looking up, he doesn’t even spare a passing glance. He ignores you. He ignores the tears now rushing from your eyes and spilling onto the only clothes you had on your back. He ignores all of those times where you’d saved him and he’d saved you, running from the cops and any authoritative figure to escape into a fleeting feeling of freedom. He doesn’t even acknowledge it.

He doesn’t have to tell you what to do next. Him not looking at you was more than he needed to say, and before you knew it, your bag filled with missing things was over your shoulder, and you, halfway out the door. Wayne still remains in the same position, back turned to where you had left him, only now he was facing you as you left. Dark eyes stick onto your teary-eyed expression like magnets stuck to their piece, but no words are exchanged.

For a moment, you see his hands twitch from his sides, but he stops moving all together. Now you were certain. If you left or not, Wayne would still go back to his mom. Even if she had left him all those years ago, she was stuck to him and he didn’t want to get rid of her or even see how much she’s hurting him.

In the end, you couldn’t change his mind after all. 

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Blah Blah Blah | Wayne M.

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warnings ✩° : fluff(?), mentions of violence, mentions of blood, heavy cursing, spoilers for wayne the series on amazon prime, reggie’s holding a gun, gun is not used but everything else is, established relationship with wayne.

pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader

premise ✩° : not only did reggie did his own grave when he took wayne’s car, but he dug himself an extra 6ft when wayne found out it was him who took his girlfriend, all to win a fight he was never going to win anyways.

word count ✩° : 2k

authors note ✩° : yes blah blah blah is the actual name and not filler,, i was listening to an edit by typingfilms on tik tok and got inspired!! guys i gotta be real with you..idk how to write fight scenes. this was a challenge. but its a blurb so it’s short and not many descriptions!!

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"Would you look at that! There he is. And I thought the son of a bitch wouldn’t show up and save his little girlfriend.” Reggie gasps dramatically and throws his hands up in the air.

For hours, Wayne had been looking for you. For hours he’d gone without seeing your face, only fueled by the raw essence of hatred and hope to find you that allowed him to stand up right. Your boyfriend’s face was bruised, cut and sliced in multiple areas from things you didn’t even want to imagine, but he was there now, and he wanted nothing more than to save you from this hellscape and hold you in his arms.

The only thing stopping him? His bitch of a step-brother, Reggie.

Wayne had only found out about Reggie after he got into a heated argument, which was mostly one-sided, with him after seeing that the car his late father left for him was being driven by some random guy he’d never seen before with slicked back hair, an unkept beard, and tattoos running all over his body. The interaction wasn’t pleasant, but it was better than when Wayne was told that Reggie and him were in fact related since he didn’t have to talk to him or even look at him for long that time. Now, he was face to face with the guy who seemed to get everything he wanted, like a spoiled, whiny brat.

Never in your life did you think you’d get kidnapped, then again most people who do don’t either. You had only met Reggie once with Wayne when his mom was present to tell them both, and right away you could tell from the situation that Reggie was fortunate enough to be in and by the way his entire top row of teeth sparkled in gold, that he was one of the most vile creatures to walk the Earth.

By some string of luck, Wayne had somehow tracked you down after you were knocked out cold by a quick swing to the head by Reggie himself, who laughed over your unconscious body and dragged you into the same car Wayne had full ownership over. When you hear him for the first time in what you could only assume had been 13 hours, you nearly shrieked with happiness—but you couldn’t make much noise with a cloth gag stuffed inside your mouth anyways.

You were in no way a match to fight Reggie, but he had you tied up as precaution; wrists, ankles, and even a blind fold that you begged to be removed were all tightly bound together with whatever crunchy, white cloth he could find, and they hurt.

It only takes one glance for Wayne to see what Reggie had done, and as clear as it was in broad daylight, Wayne just couldn’t believe it. Wayne had been chained up, gagged, threatened with fire, stabbed, kicked, and crashed into by cars and other vehicles, but nothing compared to seeing you like this. Even if you weren’t hurt physically, Wayne could tell you’d been crying and possibly screaming out for him, and that was enough for him to reasonably lose his shit.

“You took my mother away from me. You took my dad’s car and claimed it as your own. And you took my girlfriend.” Wayne stares tiredly at his step-brother, “Why else would I be here?”

“And what the fuck is you gon’ do about it,” Reggie leans in close, too close, rolling his plump lip back into his mouth, only to spit it back out at Wayne with an intimidating, “Brother?” The exaggerated, wet ‘pop’ noise was all it took for Wayne to snap.

“Lookie here, Y/n!” Reggie gawks and smacks the side of your head, tearing the blindfold away from your red, puffy eyes, “Wayne’s here to save you! Isn’t that peachy?” pulling out a loaded gun from behind his back, “Now I won’t hafta shootcha! Lucky girl.” Reggie flashes a grin at Wayne and tilts his head to the side, scraping his pierced ears against his sunburnt shoulder, “What’dya say Wayney? Should I give her up?”

One look at Wayne’s eyes told you a million stories. From those hours you two were separated, you could tell he had lost all hope by the way they were deeply sunken into his face. Grey eyes became black with the shadows of his half lidded stare, and his eyebrows were now more prominently placed lower on his face than before. It pained you to see him like this, but even more when you realized Wayne had nothing to defend himself, and Reggie had a gun.

You let out a muffled cry, screaming his name and thrashing around the best you could to alert your boyfriend who already saw the weapon the second Reggie had pulled it out. Wayne doesn’t even look at you because he knows that if he looks too long, he’ll lose all the rage surging inside of him and rush to save you; so he keeps his eyes are locked onto the man holding you hostage.

“Yeah,” He says lifelessly, “I think you should let her go.”

Reggie scoffs, “That’s it? You’re not gonna beg for her life? I could, shoot her now, steal my goddamn car again, and live the fuckin’ high life, and you be miserable! No girlfriend, no daddy, no mommy, not even me! You don’t wanna stop me from doing allat?” He waves his gun around carelessly.

Wayne only shrugs, “I guess you could if you wanted to. But I don’t think you can.”

You stare, wide eyed at Wayne, knowing he has a specific way to get out of things like these, but still worrying that he might slip up. Judging by the way Reggie holds himself, sagging down when he talks and shooting himself up when he thinks he makes a smart point, he’s unhinged at its worst. Taunting him doesn’t seem like the right thing to do, especially with his finger stuffed into the space holding the trigger.

Instead of losing it like you fear he would, Reggie cocks his head to the side and licks his lips, “And why wouldn’t I? I’m the one holdin’ the frickin gun, aren’t I, bozo?” He lets out a hoarse laugh, “What’re you, stupid? Why wouldn’t I be able to pop Y/n’s fuckin’ skull open right now? Huh?”

“Because your limbs are all broken, and you’re missing your eye.”

Without wasting a second, Wayne lunges forward and crashes his fist into the side of Reggie’s face. You don’t even notice him at first, seeing as Wayne’s pace quickly picks up speed to the point where he’s charging towards him. It isn’t until you see red streaks of crimson blood start to seep out of Reggie’s face as he staggers back from the initial punch do your eyes catch a small, silver glisten intertwined between Wayne’s knuckles.

Despite having his face cut, Reggie only laughs, “Ooh, I like that! Hit me harder!” which was weird coming from his half brother, but you decide not to cringe at the...flirtatious(?) undertones. Wayne’s brow scrunches together as he delivers another sharp blow to Reggie’s chin, his makeshift weapon crashing right into the soft flesh between his scruffy jaw and unprotected neck, piercing right through. The force alone is enough to drive Reggie to the ground, knocking his opponent onto his back right onto a few other objects that make his fall way worse than it would be landing on the cold, hard tile itself.

“Fuck!” Reggie laughs, “You’re gonna regret doing that you little bitch!”

Unfortunately, even with Wayne’s skill, he’s knocked to the ground with a firm kick to his legs, knocking his balance over and causing Wayne to tumble down just enough for Reggie to crawl on top of him and lock in a closed-fist punch right into his nose bridge. You wrestle your restraints more than ever after hearing the two grunt, and Wayne’s nose break followed by booming laughter from Reggie.

Wayne’s blood paints all over the floor next to him, trickling down his pale cheeks and neck, as well as Reggie’s hands before his moment of power is flipped and Wayne is able to gain back his footing.

All you could do was watch, listening as the cries Reggie screamed out became more and more unhinged, surely to the point where his throat was excoriated. You watch how his body curls in agonizing, writhing pain as Wayne whacks him relentlessly with anything he can get his hands on. There was nothing that Wayne couldn’t do with nothing. As confusing as that realization was, Wayne knew exactly what he was doing and how to finish it quickly.

Making use of his foot, Wayne weaves past Reggie’s attempt to kick him down and hastily stomps his heel right into his forearm, finding the weakest point of the limb and bruising it all until he hears a muffled crack spit from it. The sound makes you nearly vomit then and there, but your eyes remain open and watchful in case Reggie was the one to step up and do the exact same thing to your boyfriend.

Luckily, he doesn’t, and Wayne finishes off exactly what he said he would. He uses the strength of a metal chair and slams it down onto Reggie continuously, targeting his legs next, which were somehow easier to break than his arms. Maybe it was because of all the work Reggie did focusing on his arms rather than his legs during his days in the gym.

As Wayne is about to use a metal scrap piece to finally take out his step-brother’s eye, you wave around, shaking your head. You had already seen and heard so much that the thought of Wayne gouging someone’s eye out right in front of you made your already weak stomach want to give out entirely. Wayne was covered in blood, head to toe, that thankfully wasn’t his as the majority of his own blood remained stuck to his face.

Your sudden outburst catches Wayne’s attention instantly and he comes rushing to your aid, leaving Reggie groaning incoherently on the ground, with all of his limbs broken, but two fully functioning eyes. He turns his head to the side and exhales deeply, seeing Wayne run up to you before his eyes cross and he passes out.

“Y/n, you uh, you ok?” Wayne makes his way over to you and kneels down, “I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier...here, let me get those.” He starts removing the binds around your wrists and ankles, peeling the soaked fabric from your mouth and tossing them all to the side. In an instant, you fly towards Wayne and wrap your arms around his shoulders, wanting nothing more than to feel the warm touch of your boyfriend. Wayne does the same, hugging you as if you were oxygen, and he had been struggling to breathe ever since he lost you. But losing you was far from the question. Wayne knew he’d find you again, it was only a matter of time before he did, whether that required spilling blood or not.

You didn’t care, as long as Wayne was in your arms and you were in his. Your eyes close on their own from exhaustion, sniffling back the tears that eventually start bubbling at your lashes, breaking like shards of glass. Wayne struggles to hold you up but lets you crumble against him, using his chin to tuck your head closer into his chest.

“Wayne...” Your body shakes and unwanted tears start to stab your eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was going to do this and bring you so much trouble! He just came at me and I didn’t even know! I was so scared.” 

“I know, I know, Y/n. I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again, I’m so sorry.” His voice is thick with worry, and even he’s holding back tears too, “I won’t ever let something like that happen again, that’s a promise.” 

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“You...You didn’t kill him...did you?” You cling onto Wayne’s arm and glance over at a still bodied Reggie.

“He’s fine. He’s just resting. C’mon, let’s get outta this shithole.”

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can you do what it would be like if you had a fight with wayne? nothing violent, just like a typical couple fight :)

Getting into an argument with Wayne

warnings ✩° : mentions of yelling and arguing, one mention of blood, cursing, but it’s fluff...

pairing ✩° : wayne mcculloch  x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : thank you for the request!! i’m really trying to catch up with all my shit for forgive me..

- The main thing about dating and being with Wayne is that he treats you like royalty and would never ever want to argue with you, he avoids fights like the plague not just because he doesn’t like them, but also because he just doesn't know how to even argue. He just sits there helplessly and clueless, listening to you.

- Until you say something and out right spell it out for him, Wayne very actively avoids you because in his mind, if you're mad at him you want nothing to do with him. He just cant grasp the fact that normal couples argue and one petty argument isn't going to break you guys up.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving me right now?”

“I was just uh, going out. I thought we were breaking up?”

“No, Wayne, I’m not breaking up with you over turning my clothes fucking pink because you don’t know how to do laundry. Just, let me know next time when you’re going to try and do something you hardly ever used to do, please?”

“Oh. Ok. Could we do laundry together next time?”

- If and when you guys do fight, it’ll be about something like about him fighting too much and hurting himself for you, or him not knowing when he said something that pissed you off.

- Past the original confusion and first argument, it gets easier and he very quickly realizes what he has to do. He learns how to control the situation and properly handle when things get heated but it takes so much patience with him at first. When I say he’s clueless, he’s clueless.

- All Wayne’s ever known to solve his problems are break, smash, hit, and bleed, so mundane couple arguments don’t seem all too serious to him, which you have to remind him they ARE and not everything requires physical violence and not everything is that serious.

- Wayne’s the type of person to go all out when he’s in the wrong, or to protect those who he loves. So that means he’ll buy you flowers, or cut them from someones yard, get you something he knows you like, write you a note, or even take you out to a restaurant or animal shelter date.

- It often takes you by surprise by the lengths he goes for you, because at a first glace Wayne doesn’t seem like the type to be overly romantic. Thing is, he’s not, he just puts in effort and tries a lot just to make you happy. And he knows a lot about you too, so it’s pretty easy to be forgiven.

- He hardly ever gets mad at you, even when you’re well in the wrong, but there are some times where if you nag too much or persist for long enough, he’ll get frustrated and storm away from you. Wayne’s quiet the whole time, but you can tell he’s angry or at least a little mad by the way he acts and just looks, but he tries his best not to make it too obvious.

- For you it’s way easier to understand Wayne than even Wayne understands himself, mostly because when he’s mad he ends up shutting everything and everyone out. It’s his tunnel vision. But you observe and you know all the right ways to diffuse the situation and catch onto what you did. So it all works out!!

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Hey hopefully your taking requests but wayne x preg!reader like his how he'd be during it all 🫶 xx

How Wayne would be with preg!reader

warnings ✩° : fluff, mentions of pregnancy (duh), some cursing, that's it!

pairing ✩° : wayne mcculloch x fem!reader (everyone is of age!)

authors note ✩° : this made me so soft i love this idea, thank you succubaby!!

When Wayne first found out you were pregnant, or when you told him, he freaked out. Of course, it's a normal reaction, but it really caught you off guard when he face planted into your wall and made a huge hole in it, only to walk away from it like nothing happened.

"I'll...I'll fix the wall later. You sure it's mine?" You slap him, "Right, yeah, stupid question."

After his initial freak out though, he had a million questions solely because he didn't believe it. Him? A father? How? There's no way. Regardless, he's SO excited, nervous, but excited.

From the very start, he promised to protect you, and that only gets worse when you're carrying his child. Wayne's constantly looking at you, getting up when you're getting up, holding your back as you walk with a protective arm out.

When I tell you he's extra cautious, I mean, he's around you no matter where you go. Bathroom, kitchen, outside, he's there. Sometimes you don't even expect him to be there, so you get kind of spooked, but that's when he rushes to hug you and reassure you it's just him.

One day you actually wake up to handcuffs around your wrist to your bed post. When you call for your boyfriend, he walks in holding a pile of burnt pancakes and a glass of orange juice, "I'm sorry babe, I had to make sure you uh, didn't get up and hurt yourself. I made breakfast! Oh, and I have the key, let me get that..."

The moment your bump starts showing, Wayne grows accustomed to laying on your lap to face your belly. He zones out most of the time, staring off into the ceiling or at your stomach, mindlessly rubbing it with a sweet, dopey smile on his face.

Since most of your clothes don't fit you anymore, you resort to using Wayne's clothes, wearing his hoodies and t-shirts, and he finds it absolutely adorable.

Wayne hugs you from the back more than usual, since he doesn't want to hurt you or, "squish the baby," in any way, he rests his chin on your shoulder and kisses your neck, softly swinging you back and forth gently.

You both agree on calling the unnamed baby a cute nickname, and since you had no idea what to name it, you went with 'bun' for, 'bun in the oven,' something cheesy Wayne suggested with that same stupid smile he does that always makes you laugh.

You know those baby books for new parents? Yeah, Wayne can't really buy those so he spends time at the local library and reads up on them, borrowing Orlando's card. He gets lost looking at books and comes home late, but never without new information about babies or your body going through the different stages. He's trying.

Speaking of Orlando, Wayne tells him you're expecting and he jumps around with pure joy. He's definitely way more excited than Wayne was, but that's because all on his mind is, "I'M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!" but when Wayne laughs and calms him down, he continues, "Second cousin? No, guardian? NO. I got it! Godfather." and the idea didn't seem so bad. So you both agree and agree to make Orlando bun's godfather.

During nights where you can't sleep, he stays awake with you, rubbing your belly and asking you how you're feeling. To which you always reply with a soft fine, but Wayne knows that it's not fine, so he switches the topic and asks about your future together.

"I'm gonna work real hard to get us a house, enough bedrooms for you, me, and bun. And a working bathroom too. It'll be a real big house too, so we can make better pancakes together in the mornin' that aren't burnt. We can paint bun's room whatever color you want, buy all those toys I saw you lookin' at. I'd really, really like that. You'd like that too, right?"

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IM SO SORRY TO KEEP EVERYONE WAITING BUT!!!! I come with a gift...

Open me!

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Dating Wayne Headcanons

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warnings : violence, physical violence ((not towards reader)), protective wayne, blood, mentions of weapons like knives and guns, mentions of an abusive ex, cursing, sex mentions but nothing explicit.

pairing : fem!reader x wayne mccullough

authors note : STREAM WAYNE ON AMAZON PRIME PLEASE I LOVE THIS EMO BAD BOY WITH MY ENTIRE HEART!!!!!!!

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- It really wasn't supposed to go further than a few dates, but after he took you to multiple run down diners and nights spent in vacant parking lots on the curbs with strawberry and vanilla milkshakes, you started developing feelings towards him. Genuine ones.

♡ Before you met him, Wayne had never kissed anyone. You're his first girlfriend so he’s kinda lost when it comes to anything intimate. All he really knows is he wants to be around you constantly and wants to protect you, and that you tend to look cute 10/10 times without fail. Before you came along, no girl would ever think once about getting with Wayne, so he’s also kinda caught off guard when you awkwardly slide your hand into his.

“What are you doing?” He instinctively retracts his hand out of unfamiliarity.

“Holding your hand?” You say.

“What is this — a boyfriend girlfriend thing or a Y/n thing?”

“Both??”

Eventually, he gets the hang of it and really enjoys holding your hand to the point where he forgets that sometimes you're attached to him and will swing his arm inhumanly strong, causing you to practically fly into the air.

With kissing too, he quickly grows fond of the feeling. Once he’s hooked, he can never go back. Even if it’s when you two are hanging out doing nothing, Wayne sneaks a few kisses here and there but it always ends in a full blown make out session to fulfill his attention needs.

♡ Without fail, when Wayne gets in fights, you're there to clean his wounds. Since he doesn't care until you start to worry, you've become accustomed to bringing a few band-aids and alcohol wipes at least on you wherever you go.

“You don't have to do this shit, Y/n.”

You wrap his knuckles with bandages , “Just stay still, ok? I have to clean your face next.”

((He secretly likes it a lot, keep doing it.))

♡ When it comes to showing affection in private, he prefers kissing your lips more than anything; pressing soft kisses against the corners of your mouth, working his way to the middle of your lips like it’s a reward. He also really loves touching the back of your neck and feeling all the wispy baby hairs that hug your skin.

♡ Wayne’s big on physical touch, so much so that if you ever don't give him his daily dose of hugs he gets visibly sluggish, upset, and less tolerant of everybody’s bullshit. In fact if he sees you with someone else touching their arm or hugging them goodbye before you give him a big ol’ smoochie, he’ll walk over and get it himself.

♡ Speaking of jealousy, there’s no way this boy isn't a jealous person. Especially when it comes to you, his literal saving grace, his girlfriend, he sees everyone as a threat. Classmates at school, club members in your after school club, your guy friends, and random people on the street; no one escapes Wayne without getting a death stare or three. If they try anything though, that’s when all hell breaks loose, as well as someones arm.

♡ He’s not an outwardly jealous person though; he won’t throw tantrums and explode on you if he feels insecure about your relationship with a guy. Instead, If Wayne sees a guy flirting with you, he just automatically assumes he doesn't know his place in your life. So without of making a scene, he’ll walk up to you and smugly wrap an arm around your shoulder and stare bullets into the guy before you give him the time of day and pay attention to him.

“Yeah, Wayne?”

“Hm? Oh, nothin’. Who’s this?”

He tries to act intimidating in social settings, but he doesn't have to try hard at all. If anything he’s more of a silent jealous type where he just observes the person and analyzes them completely before knocking their teeth out.

♡ If you show ANY ounce of fear around someone, especially someone doing business with Wayne, his eyes harden and he changes into a human weapon complete with a totally non-lethal bat with nails hammered into it!! He has aimbot.

♡ Even if he is A Wayne, he’s still A guy and is pretty awkward with certain things. Dude will smash a guy’s head out any given time of day on command but gets nervous when he has to buy you pads or tampons because there's just so many of them. Occasionally, he subconsciously cracks a few dirty jokes in between his sentences in hopes he’ll impress you, basically saying ‘hey I  can be funny too, I’m not totally spooky.’ but regardless, you laugh at his jokes which makes him really happy.

♡ Wayne is also like, painfully sweet. He’s trying his best, since it’s all new to him, and you can see that.

“I got you these.” He holds up a small flower bouquet.

“Wayne, these are daisy weeds, fleabane, and white clovers wrapped in wrinkled caution tape. I think there’s a dead bee on this one here.” You stare at the mixture of weeds in his hands.

“Do you like them? I can get you more if you want.”

♡ There’s not a single moment of his day where thinking of you doesn't cross his mind. Wayne will smile, completely smitten with your eyes, your hair and your body. Remember when I said he’s a Wayne but he’s also a guy? Yeah. When he’s not deathly injured or when the two of you aren't running from someone with a gun, free time is spent in the back of a car or on your bed in a heated make out moment.

♡ During sex, his hands are ALL over your body. Mostly your hips and thighs, but he’d be lying if he said he didn't like touching your boobs too.

♡ He has a tendency to ‘accidentally’ leave articles of clothing in your possession in hopes of seeing you wear his shirt or his flannel or his denim jacket throughout the week. Sometimes you find half your closet just stuffed with random t-shirts that weren't there before only to find out they're all Wayne’s. 

♡ Wayne has this really cute habit of spinning you around like you're dancing even if there's no music playing and out of the blue. He thinks that the way your hair sways when you spin is just really pretty and he can’t help but say it too.

“Why do you always spin me around?” You chuckle and rest your arms over his shoulders.

“I just think you look really pretty today.” He grins ear to ear.

“How come you say that every day then?

He shrugs, “How can you be so pretty every day, Y/n?”

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