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eyeritestuff · 1 month

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Eddsworld x Reader Drabbles

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Characters: Tom

Warnings: None! Might get suggestive though…

Author’s note: This’ll be split into parts :3 How many ? Idk !! I’ll edit this post to add the links if i ever get to it.

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First impressions

> Tom is of particular interest to anyone he encounters. He stands out, and not just because of his literal voids-for-eyes, but because of that damn attitude.

> In 2024, it’s addressed as the sassy man apocalypse, but universally, Tom is dubbed an asshole… amongst a bunch of other very colorful colloquialisms.

> When Tom chooses to speak to anyone, it’s not the accent that swings first, it’s the quickness of his “don’t care” response that uppercuts, and he relishes in watching people struggle to find the words to respond.

> For whatever fantastical and universal reason, when he came across you, things were different… and no, he didn’t change overnight because he saw you and it was “love at first sight”. More so, your ability to rebuttal his stupidity stood out.. and he wanted to know what made you.. you.

> Admittedly, when you met Tom, you were hooked. Something about having a taste for men with a less than stellar track record.. and that’s putting it lightly.

> The light and unintentional tan, the eyes, the dirty blonde hair, the piercings, the way the moles on his face were placed in an aesthetically pleasing way… need you go on?

> You pondered if he had any muscle to match the verbal punches he gave those around him.

> He definitely smells like alcohol.. but you’re also picking up the scent of ‘male manipulator’ cologne.. it’s soft but it’s there.

> Totally random, but are those fuzzy dice hanging off the side of his jeans? Amazing. Goes well with the mini harpoon gun keychain next to it.

> “..and this is Tom! Tom, say hi to y/n!” The taller boy in green motioned to the freak in blue, and you beamed as you waved at him. He came prepared, however, with an umbrella that naturally blocked your rays. In other words, he had a resting bitch face.

> Cliche, but you knew that if push came to shove, he cared about hurting others— he has emotions. You just didn’t know how much it would take for him to show them.

> You had all the time in the world… well! Technically, as much time as your landlord wanted to give you when renewing the lease. You and the three taller boys in front of you lived in the same complex. You needed a place to stay while studying away at uni.. and this place was perfect. The fact new friends came with it was a plus you didn’t really see coming.

>“Twiddling with your hair isn’t gonna make it grow any longer.” a gruff voice said. You looked up to match the voice with Tom. His voice sounds like he just woke up from a bad hangover, and honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the exact scenario. Considering, well…

> “And drinking more won’t make the problems any better,” you retorted and gestured towards him and his flask , “exhibit A.” The blue boy was taken a back, clearly by the way his facial expression illustrated confusion.

> “Some people do it for the fun of it.”

> “Some people should really pick up a book if they consider taking a swigs’ a hobby..”

> “Oh really?”

> “Make the book high school biology, yes.” what a nerdy response , you say you yourself.

> The two of you stared each other down. Honestly though, what was there to stare into? Trying to find his soul was like walking in the dark, really. Your peripheral vision caught the redhead and the green hoodie boy fidgeting in place, so you knew to stop here.

> To your surprise, Tom’s face then broke character with a smile.

> Oh.. his smile.

> Toothy, sly, and alluring. Your face was heating up. The way his lips curled.. it was something you wanted to see more often. It’s decided then.

> “You’re different, y/n, I’ll give you that.” You then snapped back into reality after feeling his hand land on your shoulder a little rough like.. especially since the spiked bracelet he wore on that hand jabbed a little into your skin.

> Make no mistake, you were attracted to him surface level. However, you wanted to know more. Little did you know he shared the same sentiment.

How did you find out

> Tom sucks at compliments. No, really! Especially when he’s crushing on someone.

> He doesn’t want anyone to find out. Which is code for he doesn’t wanna seem vulnerable to anyone. His rationale is if he were to compliment someone, that person and the others around them will get to thinking.

> You, however, are blissfully unaware.

> Tom sucks at hiding his feelings. Shit, he sucks at hiding anything in general. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, and then expresses them in a pretty fucked up way. So, no, your ignorance isn’t because he’s good at bottling things in. It’s because you’re genuinely empty in the noggin.

> Everyone around you knows. Tom knows everyone knows. It’s just better if he gaslights himself into thinking otherwise, it helps him sleep at night.

> Your presence amongst the group is almost a daily occurrence. Edd tries to throw hints, but they’re drowned out but Tom’s sudden outbursts.

> Sudden outbursts could range from burping, shouting vulgarities, injuring himself ‘by accident’ and then channeling his inner sailor some more, or punches to the arm of the messenger. You take your guess, he’s probably done the latter.

> Back to the compliments. There was a particular time where Matt and you decided to have a silly little shopping trip. His invite! You guys went around 10 in the morning, only to come back to Matt’s apartment around 8 in the night. To your surprise, you see Edd and Tom already comfortable on the couch. Tom was in a tight band t-shirt and some sweats, while Edd wore a silly creeper onesie.

> “How was the adventure you two?” Edd hums and smiles. You struggled with your bags and gently placed them down to the side. You had quite a few and your arms felt a wave of relief once you set them down. “I had so much fun! Matt was super helpful in my wardrobe cleanse mission.”

> Matt frowned slightly as he set his bags down and his hands magnetized to his hips, “ What’dya mean cleanse? We didn’t buy cleaning supplies!” You giggled at his empty headed moment and changed the subject.

> “Want a fashion show?” You smiled once you noticed Edd’s visible excitement at the prospect. You also couldn’t help but notice Tom shifting in his seat at the mention. You took a glance in that direction and decided to be a little direct.

> “How about you, Tom?” He cringed at your question. Again, not because of your doing.. necessarily… but because he was nervous. His head was being imaginative, put it like that.

> “…Whatever..” He mumbled, and you shrugged it off. Fashion show time!

> You and Matt were having fun doing silly poses and pretending to vouge. Edd was super encouraging, loved every outfit, and even clapping to the music that was playing. Tom, however, was sunken in the sofa with his arms crossed just glaring at the floor.

> Tom isn’t and wasn’t going to praise you. Again, he had a weird stigma about compliments.

> However, those lowrise bell bottom jeans with that studded belt and that fitted sleeved shirt in what he knows is your favorite color. He couldn’t help but stare at your waist and what little view of your chest your shirt had to offer.

> You noticed how Tom rose in his seat, and felt your face break into a sly smile at the realization that he was interested. His face screamed that sentiment. Everyone noticed it too, and it quickly got silent.

> You try to poke. “What’s with the face, nerd.”

> He deflected next. “You look stupid.”

> “Do I really?”

> “Not gonna repeat myself twice.”

> “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’ve piqued your interest.”

> “You fucking wish. I’d never be into someone like you. Honestly, you’re such an air—”

> “Hey Tom, your face is really red… are you okay?”

> “Yeah.. Tom… you look like you’re suffocating! I’ve never seen you so-”

> Tom threw up his hands in surrender and shouted “I’m out!” With that, he stood up and walked out. There was a brief moment of silence before there was a slam of the door. You looked back at your friends and sighed, “Sorry guys.. maybe I took it too far..”

> “Seriously..?” Matt facepalmed.

> “What..! I Already said s—“

> “What Matt means to say is, have you really not noticed yet?” Edd asked genuinely concerned. You looked at him and laughed awkwardly before realizing he was serious. “What’s.. what.. huh..? What did I do.. wait- what’s going on?”

> “Tom is whipped for you, y/n,” Matt exclaimed, “Even I knew that!” You felt your face heat up and your head whipped around to face both at them.

> “Huh..?” is all you could manage out before you focused on Edd.

> “Yes! He just doesn’t know how to express it.“ You swing your head to look over to Matt and begin to twitch, “He needs to figure it out then!”

> “That’s the thing y/n, he doesn’t do that all the time. It’s just with you. Sure him and I have our moments, and then there was Tord, but those two genuinely couldn’t get along. Have you not noticed that after your arguments how he hides his face-” Matt then interjects, “Or that time when it was your birthday, and he helped you clean cake off your face after arguing about how much of a slob you were,” Edd then copied Matt, “or when you had just failed your chemistry exam, and all you could do was sulk and watch My Little Pony, and so he stayed the night with you saying the excuse that-“ and in unison the two sung: “I’m bored, and terrorizing y/n sounds like fun.”

> You felt your face heat up recalling just those handful of moments. “I thought he was just being a friend…” you mumbled.

> “It would…! If it was anyone but Tom, of course.” Edd chuckled and shrugged. He was right.

> The MLP binge watch weekend should’ve been so obvious. I mean, come on, you two shared a throw blanket and your legs intertwined with his. Tom isn’t touchy with anyone. You had failed a chemistry exam, yes. It got especially emotional since that week you were already feeling homesick, and you had sacrificed phone time with your family to study.. and failure. When Tom came over, you’d cry everytime the episode had a familial lesson— it sucked. Next thing you knew, Tom put aside your one sided beef when he wrapped you into a tight hug.

> “Well what now…?”

> “Run to him!!!” Matt exclaimed dramatically.

> Do you even wanna give the punk rock boy a chance?

How did he find out

> Laying there sprawled out across his bed was Tom. His bed was the safe haven in the mess that was his room.

> Dirty room. Very Cluttered. Clothes scattered the floors, clean and dirty. It smelled like his cologne took a stroll through a bar.. minus the pungent scent of stomach acid.

> His bed consisted of his precious Tomee bear, two pillows with gray cases on them, and 6 blankets. Half of those blankets were throws, but still.. why so many blankets?

> Posters scattered across his room walls. Old band posters, classic anime franchises, and a few posters of video game crushes he had over the years. In the corner was a cluster of polaroids of all his friends! Yes, Tord included… and yes, even you.

> Tom found himself shifting his gaze from the white ceiling to that corner. There was a picture you took where he was caught mid laugh and you took the opportunity and posed with your polaroid. He loved that picture, to the point where he placed it in a position where it would be the first one his eyes went for. That day, he thought you looked the prettiest. Not like you don’t look pretty everyday, it’s just that one he appreciated because you were in bliss. All he could do that entire night was fight back a smile when you smiled, when you laughed, and when you looked at him with those caring warm eyes.

> “What am I thinking…” He groaned and threw his hands over his face. He wants to tell you, trust, he really does! He’s just.. afraid of rejection.

> It’s a pretty typical fear amongst many people. So he wasn’t alone. He just feels humiliated and embarrassed for having weaknesses. What if those feelings transferred to the relationship? Is there even a potential relationship.

> Gosh you were so pretty to him. He loved every detail about you. There wasn’t a moment he didn’t fantasize about you. He’d probably take you to a museum for a first date.

> Tom loves art. It’s kinda obvious. Unless you view music and art as separate catagories that never merge.. then I don’t know what to tell you.

> He noticed what kind of media you consume, which was a lot of animation, and he wanted to explore other genres with you on that first date. So what better place than a museum?

> There was a knock.

> It shook the man out of his fantastical wonderland, and he shot up.

> Tom has this terrible habit of opening the door without checking the peephole. Opening the door he found himself devoid of air coming face to face with the person in front of them.

> It was you.

> You weren’t wearing the outfit you were modeling earlier. To be fair it’s been about 2 hours since then. You were wearing a silly cat onesie, and in your hand was a reusable grocery bag. Unknown to him, you gambled on having a sleepover with him, and in your bag was a bunch of ingredients to make milkshakes.

> He didn’t have the energy to disguise the emotions he was feeling, and leaning against the door frame, he spoke to break the ice.

> “Uhh, what’s- What’s up ?”

> “Wanna have a sleepover?”, you smiled and shifted the bag to the front of your knees and grabbed it with both hands.

> “Uhmm..” he shifted off the doorframe and let out an unsure sigh. Grabbing the ends of his fitted band tee, he pulled and looked behind him.

> “If it’s a mess you’re worried about, I don’t mind! I can even help you clean up.” you offered.

> “Oh no- you.. you don’t have to do that. Uh. I’m down, I was just caught off guard because when you showed up I was zoned out.” he nervously laughed and opened his door wider, gesturing for you to walk in.

> You walked in and set the grocery bag down on the kitchen island to the left. He went straight for the bag and started snooping while you started picking up items to clear the space you were going to get comfortable in.

> “Smirnoff…?” He said in an almost childlike wonder way.

> “Ah, yeah,” you started, “I remembered it was your go to at bars, and I wanted to see how it would taste in a milkshake.”

> Oh you were perfect.

> “Also, Tom, We need to talk.. but don’t get mad with me.”

> Tom scoffed and turned around to start the dishes, “I could never be mad at you y/n, don’t be stupid.”

> “I don’t, actually. I feel like some of our bickers are not jokes.”

> “Well to clarify, I’m only teasing.”

> “Back to the point, Tom,” you started and he hummed in response, “I like you Tom.”

> No.

> “Yeah me too y/n. You’re fun to be around.”

> “Nono, Tom, I mean.. romantically.”

> The sound of dishes stopped with a crash of glass. Nothing broke, but it was loud enough to startle you.

> You stood up and turned to look towards Tom to see him standing there with wide white eyes and a red face.

> “What..?” He said like a child, and it made you laugh.

> “Yeah, I love being around you, I like your presence.. albeit I could live without the insults, but I love your sass and your jokes. You’re funny, you’re pretty, and I wanna know more about you.. more than the Tom I know.”

> “y/n.”

> “Yea?”

> “I don’t even know what to say in this situation, but know I do feel the same. I feel strongly..? If I could jump off the walls like a damn molecule, I would. Y/n, I really like you too.”

> “Oh what a relief. For a second, you had me believing that the boys were wrong.”

> Tom laughed.. out loud. It made your heart melt because it was a genuine one for once, “You dummy! I’m sure you had Edd and Matt biting their fingernails in frustration over this.”

> “i’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner!”

> “I’m just happy you noticed at all.”

#tom x reader #tom x reader eddsworld #fanfic #eddsworld #eddsworld fanfic #tom fanfic #eddsworld x reader #i don’t know what else to tag this i’ve never written fanfiction before #tom eddsworld #ew tom #tom ew #eddsworld tom #ew x reader

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kindfrog · 2 months

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Altruist AU

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Premise: adam succeeds in killing Alastor, and dying altruistically for his friends is enough to get him into heaven, to his ever lasting horror.

Adams attack is as bright as the sun, and crashed over him with the force of a tidal wave. “What just happened?” Blinded and disorientated, it took Alastor a moment to process the attack was over. “Ffff-uck.” Feeling the uneven weight of his staff in his hands, he had only a split second to understand that his staff was split clean in two, before Adam came crashing into him from above.

The weight of the first man bore down on him, and the sharp edge of his guitar axe pressed deeply into Alastors chest. The force of the attack sent him flying across the roof, back slamming harshly into the stone. Stuttering for breath that wouldn’t come, Alastor gritted his teeth to smother the scream that desperately wanted to escape. The brief moment of shock that numbed the initial pain drained away, and the sharp agony across his chest left him choking.

He could taste blood in his mouth, could feel it warm and gushing from his side. Flickering his eyes to an approaching Adam, Alastor tried to summon his powers to portal him away. It was with horror he realised they were unresponsive, leaving him at the mercy of Adam.

“Tch- not so smug now are ya bitch? Still got that rotten fucking smile stitched on though huh? I wonder what it takes to for you to finally drop it, or do I have to peel the fucking skin from your face?”

“Ha ha! what a delightful theory! I’m afraid it’s not a matter of skin and bone though.”

“The fuck? stop speaking in riddles. You’d think dying would have you considering your last words more carefully! Not that it matters! I’m the only one who’ll hear them, and you can bet I’m going to forget them within the hour.”

At this point Alastors vision was beginning to fade in black around the edges, and he desperately tried once more to portal away. Adam lifted his blood stained guitar once more, and without further talk, swung it down heavy back onto Alastors chest. And again. And again. And again. Until finally Adam huffed a breath, gazed down at Alastors still and smiling face for a second, and lifted his guitar from the mutilated corpse with a disturbing squelch.

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“…ow”

Alastor woke slowly with the phantom echos of his second death racking his body. He coughed and was surprised to no longer taste any blood, and slowly dared to open his eyes to take in the change in surroundings.

He was sprawled on his back in an undignified and uncomfortable manner across a cold white tile floor. Cautiously lifting himself on his elbows, he was surprised to note his chest was distinctly whole and non-disfigured given his last memories.

A quiet gasp broke the stillness of the air, and with a crack he twisted his neck to face towards the origin of the sound. A young female Angel sat at a table gazing back at him with wide eyes. Next to her a larger Angel sat, and despite their similar colourations, they could not seem more different in that moment.

Scrambling ungainly to his feet, feeling simultaneously the best he’s ever felt and like he just went though a meat grinder, Alastor let slip a abrupt curse. His limbs felt like jelly and to his horror he realised the weight on his back was two massive wings that fluttered and twitched seemingly with a mind of their own.

The larger Angel had a distinctly horrified expression on their face, in contrast to the smaller Angel who looked delighted at Alastors sudden appearance. Well, that made one of them. Alastor was quickly coming to recognise what the appearance of this clean white room and two Angels likely meant for him, and he was decidedly not feeling happy about it. Well, when in doubt, one can always fall back on manners.

Taking stock of his undamaged torso and carefully bringing his limbs in from his previous position, Alastor stood at full height and wished he had his staff to have something to do with his hands.

“Alastor! A pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure! Say this wouldn’t happen to be heaven now would it? Only, I was just in hell, and I rather hate to think I’ve just left in the middle of the grand finale!”

“…no. No. Absolutely not.” the larger Angel deadpanned.

“Sera! Be nice! Hi Alastor! I’m Emily! I’m so excited that you’re here! Do you know Charlie? Is she okay? Did you get killed in the extermination? What did you do to redeem yourself? How did-“ the smaller Angel, Emily, let out a stream of questions that Alastor decided to interrupt before she could go any further.

“Ha ha! Quite the introduction my dear! I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to all of your questions! Why I have no idea why I would be in heaven! Last I checked redemption wasn’t a card on the table so to speak, and if it were, why I doubt having your chest caved in by the first man would win you anything! Ha ha!”

“Wait what..? Adam killed you?” Emily’s eyes had slowly widened as he spoke, filling with confusion and despair in equal measure. Beside her Sera looked contemplative, gaze narrowing at the mention of Adam.

Disregarding her question with a face splitting grin, Alastor finally spoke the thought he’d been thinking since he realised he was in heaven, “Now, so sorry to disappoint, but I’d truly rather rip out my eyeballs and eat them than stay another second staring at these white walls! Do tell, how does one go about making their way back down to hell?”

#hazbin hotel #Alastor #altruist au #angel alastor au #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel emily #fanart #fanfic #one shot #my art and writing #I’ve never actually written fic before so this is a first

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queenarsinoethepoisoner · 17 days

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Been thinking about writing a fic about shiny duo, I dunno if anyone would be interested tho. The basic premise would be that gem and Pearl are at a boarding school type thing for nobles/royals. They would start out as rivals but then develop into dating. Idk I’m kinda just yelling this into the void to see if anyone would want to read it if I ended up writing it

Edit: made a poll cus I’m debating about the format I should use for it, here’s the link if you want to vote:

Poll

#Shiny duo #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #Fanfiction #fanfic idea #I have a lot of different ideas for it but I want to know if there’s anyone who would read it #It also would be my first fic for the public #I’ve written a few things before #Never finished any tho #I’m just trying to get opinions on if it’s a good idea

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nowshesdoingitallthetime · 6 months

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Cocktails, Cowboys and Back Alleyways

[a/n: hi… this started as just a silly little brainrot that grew into something much bigger than planned. a little disclaimer, english isn’t my first language and punctuation isn’t my strongest suit. this being the first thing i have ever written probably doesn’t help either. minors DNI]

tags: pinning, alcohol consumption, they make out in a back alley and I’m pretty sure that’s it.

[word count: 6792]

When agreeing to go out for drinks on Halloween with Matty, you didn’t think you’d end up dressed as a bottle of moonshine at 8pm walking around the streets of London waiting for an Uber but here you were.

Matty had called you about 4 hours ago asking you to come spend Halloween with him and the guys at the bar and with the promise of free drinks and seeing the guys dressed up in costumes, you had agreed to go a decision that had led you to scrambling around your apartment trying to put together a last minute Halloween costume.

After about half an hour of searching around your apartment you’d found an old costume in the far back of your closet from when you and your friend group had gone as different liquor types/brands from a couple years ago in your Uni days which you had thrown on in a hurry and to your surprise and relief it still fit you like a glove.

The costume itself was rather simple, a classic yet stunning amber mini dress that complimented your body in all the right ways, a classic denim jacket paired with a pair of cowboy boots and the star of the outfit, the feathered cowboy hat with the moonshine logo on top.

After getting into your Uber and giving the driver the address to The Shiny Collarbone you had texted Matty saying you were on your way to which he had responded with a “don’t know if I’m more excited to see you or what you’re dressed up as, see you soon darling get here safe” which had you a flustered mess.

You’d known Matty and the guys for close to a year now, but you still weren’t used to the flirting and the nicknames. A part of you secretly hoped the flirting meant your feelings were reciprocated, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up just to have them crushed by reality.

As the car turned onto the next street you saw the bright neon sign hanging above the bar at the end of the road, and you started to gather your things.

Once the car came to a stop you thanked the driver and exited the car and went out into the cold October air as you made your way to the entrance you checked your makeup once in your phone before entering.

Once stepping inside you were immediately greeted by the loud and lively atmosphere which brought you a sense of familiarity and comfort. While it wasn’t the busiest you’d seen it be, you wouldn’t consider it a quiet night for them either.

Having been a bar for over 20 years that had once started as just a small hole in the wall bar run by a group of friends had over time become a notorious and sought after spot to visit as well as being popular with the locals, a fact Matty was proud to share on more than one occasion.

As you scan the familiar room you notice George as usual standing by the DJ booth enjoying himself while pushing buttons that he’d shown you how to use many times before but you couldn’t for the life of you comprehend how he managed to make the music he did with them, no matter how many times he’s shown you.

What wasn’t usual about the scene in front of you, was the torn white half buttoned up shirt adoring his body and the messily scribbled word “werewolf” that was written in what was clearly Matty’s handwriting on the front of it, no doubt a last minute costume which you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at.

Looking towards the bar your eyes land on Ross tending to a group of girls by making them shots. Standing in what you believe to be a homemade mummy costume. he was covered in what from a distance appeared to be a mix of toilet paper and even stood from a distance you could see actual bandage gauze.

A part of you wondering where they had managed to get that considering you had seen the absolute state of their first aid kit, and to say they’d be fucked if something happened would be an understatement.

You eyes continue to scan the bar and the surrounding booths for Matty but you can’t seem to spot him and you can’t help but feel a small sense of disappointment even though you know for a fact he’s here.

As you start to make your way over towards your spot at the back of the bar, out walks the curly haired man in question carrying a case of whiskey no doubt to add to the display shelves behind him and Ross but as tempting as it is to stare at his straining biceps carrying the heavy case, your eyes can’t focus on anything besides the black traditional cowboy hat that sits on top of his greying curls and it has you stopping in your tracks and needing to take a moment to fully comprehend the sight of Matty dressed as a cowboy.

Once you managed to take your eyes off the hat you get a chance to notice the rest of his outfit and you debate turning back around for a solid 3 seconds to go outside and process the image In front of you.

In all his glory was Matty stood behind the bar wearing a cut off checkered flannel, the black cowboy hat, a back vest underneath and while not visible to your wandering eyes knowing him he’s definitely wearing his black cowboy boots on his feet to complete the look.

You watch as he starts turning back to most likely shout something to Ross and in that moment you make eye contact with him you watched his eyes widening, his mouth dropping and a small “wow” escaping.

The reaction causing your face to flush and after a couple of seconds you snap yourself out of the daze you found yourself in and resume walking over to your spot as Matty meets you there with a hug, pulling you into his neck which lets you get a whiff of the nice cologne he wore, complimented by a hint of the cigarette he probably just smoked and below that something you can only describe as Matty himself.

The scent had you relaxing in his hold and your shoulders falling causing you to completely melt into the hug. You both savor the feeling of being in each others arms, each one just as blind about each others feelings as the other. He squeezes you tight before he slowly pulls away looking into your eyes with a bright smile on his face.

“Would you look at that darling, it’s almost like this was planned.” With his brows raised, glancing up between your hat and his own causing you to let out a small laugh while lowering yourself into your regular seat and removing your jacket placing it on the chair besides you. An action that gave Matty an opportunity to get a proper look at your dress and he felt his heart skip a beat, to him you were breathtaking all the time, but this dress was something that had his head spinning and his thoughts darkening within seconds.

“Well you told me to come to the bar for drinks but that I wouldn’t be allowed in if i didn’t dress up so I figured this would be an appropriate costume, had no idea about your costume though. I have to say you clean up nice cowboy” which had Matty bashfully lowering his head with a small laugh, praying his hat would help conceal his blushing cheeks from your view.

You were feeling confident tonight, something Matty absolutely adored. He remembers at the start of your friendship when you had just started coming to the bar to hang out with him and the boys, and how shy and flustered you’d always get whenever he’d flirt with you.

But recently you had started to become more bold and Matty simply couldn’t get enough of it. You flirting back at him instead of shying away and in turn making him the flustered one was something he didn’t mind one bit.

If anything it made his feelings for you grow more with the thought of the slight possibility of you liking him back.

“Thank you darling have to say you don’t look too bad yourself, this dress is really doing wonders for you. Can I get you a drink miss moonshine?” The nickname caused the butterflies in your stomach to start to flutter and your smile brightens knowing he understood your costume.

You watched him make his way around back to the other side of the bar, and before you could answer his previous questions he adds

“Afraid we don’t have any actual moonshine though, so you’ll have to make do with something else darling”

with a mock frown now taking place on his features while shooting a quick glance back at your hat his expression quickly changing back into the grin you know and love.

“So what will you be having tonight darling?” He says as his gaze shifts to look back into your eyes, and you can see the amusement and happiness dancing around in his own. The same look no doubt present in your eyes.

“That’s so difficult I’m starting to get used to being spoiled and having you pick my drinks for me since you wont let me continue to order the “same 3 things”, so won’t you just pick something for me again Matty?” You said while giving him your best pout and Matty felt his heart rate pick up slightly.

Truthfully he’d do anything you asked him, but the second you brought out the pout he was close to being on his knees for you. Willing to do whatever you wanted as long as it kept you happy, but he kept his composure and replied with what he hoped to be a casual.

“Yeah because that’s boring! But you’ve liked the past couple I’ve made you try, don’t even try deny it! Except for that small mishap last week that Ross has a video of but you ended up liking it in the end! But I’ll see what I can do alright darling? But you can’t be disappointed once you get it okay? You asked for this.” He replied with a teasing glint now in his eyes and he started making his way around grabbing at the different ingredients for whatever cocktail he decided on making for you.

“Don’t say that! What do you mean he has video evidence? Don’t tell me you caught that on video.” You said with a slight bit of panic lacing your tone.

Last time you’d been at the bar during Matty’s shift, it had been one of the slower shift which in turn meant he had more time to spend with you so he had made you one of his special concoctions that he had been working on and perfecting.

While the aftertaste was lovely the amount of alcohol in it had come as a shock when you had your first sip which caused you to choke a bit. Something he had teased you for relentlessly, after making sure you were okay, the entire duration of his shift. Even after he had made you a new one containing a smaller amount of alcohol (something he had also made fun of.)

“Besides you wouldn’t give me something bad, would you?” You reply with a quick look of concerned, a look that caused Matty to let out a boyish giggle. You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of you it.

His laugh was something that never failed to bring a smile to your face whenever you heard it and honestly it might be one of your favorite sounds.

You lean slightly forward on the bartop your head now resting on one of you hands as you watch him slowly pour different types of liquor and syrups into the shaker, and you can’t help but let your eyes once again scan over his outfit and how it cling to his arms as he shook the shaker containing the mystery drink.

A look that doesn’t go unnoticed by Matty which had him raise his eyebrow and smirk, once you made eye contact and realized you had been caught checking him out you bashfully lowered your head blushing and turned your attention to the different labels of the bottles that had been placed in front of you.

When he saw your attention wasn’t on him anymore he couldn’t help but let his own gaze wander a bit. He wasn’t joking when he said the dress was doing wonders for accentuating your features. The way your dress hugged your chest had caused him to go a bit dizzy and his thoughts taking a darker turn and the fact you were now slightly leaning over the bar counter to get a close look at a bottle further away didn’t help his case in the slightest.

Shaking himself out of it, he focuses back on the task at hand of making your drink.

“What kind of professional would I be if I made you a drink I knew you wouldn’t enjoy? That’s how you end up getting no tips darling come on! Besides you really think I’d do that to you? I have a feeling you’ll really like this one actually, might even top the cosmopolitan you tried a couple weeks ago” he says while a look of childlike excitement washed over his face at the idea of you liking the drink he had made you.

Matty knew he was talented at what he did, but to get your approval was like when the teacher gave you a good star as a child.

He leaned down to grab a clean glass from underneath the bar and poured the drink he had made into it and eagerly passed it towards you over the bar to try.

“As if you have any struggles with getting tips Matty, I’ve sat besides you while you’ve counted them after a slow night. I can’t imagine what you must make on a busy day, must have something to do with the hair I imagine” you say while reaching up and tugging at one of his curls, the sudden move had his eyes widening and his whole body stumbling back a bit to try and avoid you gripping on his hair, something he’d had dreamed about you doing but in a completely different setting.

A setting that he should not be thinking about while at work, with you sitting directly in front of him no less.“Oi be nice! Those tips are part of the reason you get to drink for free you know” he says in an attempt to scold you, same way you’d scold a child, while pointing a finger at you to really sell it even though you could see the smile threatening to break out on his face while he tried to maintain the stern expression.

“Might actually want to start being a bit nicer to me darling or I’ll could start charging you” he continued with a smug look.

As he was finishing his sentence an arm got slung over his shoulder which caused him to jump a bit while Ross made his first real appearance of the night.

Making eye contact with you immediately while carrying a mischievous expression, a look you knew very well and you knew it’s about to get good when he gets involved in the conversation by stating.

“If this dickhead starts charging you for drinks you come straight to me, Adam or George and we’ll sort him out, alright love? Don’t let him feed his ego by thinking he can charge you as well” shooting you a wink and patting Matty on the back causing the shorter man to stumble a bit as Ross went to lean on the bartop beside him

“Oi what do you mean ego?!” Matty squeaked out dumbfounded and slightly offended while looking at Ross who was trying his best to hold back his laughter shooting a look towards you, completely ignoring the curly haired man at his side.

“What’s he trying to get you to drink this time then?”

Ross asked as he picked up the drink Matty had made and held it up towards the light to get a proper look at it as if to inspect and no doubt judge it.

“Please tell me he’s not made one of his own concoctions again, god knows the one last time was vile. I don’t know why you keep letting him do this to you love” he continued as he raised the drink to his face to smell it and gave it a small nod of approval before putting in back down on the counter in front of you.

“I’ll have you know she actually liked the one last time Ross! Just needed to tweak the amount of alcohol, and then she enjoyed it! Didn’t you darling?” Both men now with their full attention turned towards you.

Matty with an expectant look and Ross with a look of amusement and his brow raised almost in a challenging way.

You debated on if you should answer truthfully or go along with Ross teasing as a way to rile Matty up, deciding to be nice you went with the truth.

“It was nice, just a bit strong for my taste! The second one you made was much nicer though” you watched as Ross rolled his eyes and Matty lit up with a triumphant look, eager to rub the small victory in Ross’s face

Looking over the shoulders of both men you spotted a gorgeous woman, who you had noticed earlier eyeing up Ross as you walked in, was now making her way up towards the bar and deciding to interrupt before Matty could start gloating you added.

“actually now that you’re here Ross, would you mind making me one of those slushy drinks you do? The ones with the strawberry on the side?”

You watched as Matty’s expression turned from one of pure pride and happiness to a look of horror followed closely by a look of absolute betrayal, Ross on the other hand couldn’t fight off the smug expression and part of you thinks he wasn’t even trying to as you continued.

“You’re the best one at making them by far, and I’ve been dying for one all week.”

Was it a bit mean? Yeah, but you weren’t necessarily lying when you said you’d been craving one all week.

You also couldn’t shake off the giddy feeling of seeing Matty a bit jealous that you had asked Ross to make you your drink instead of him. With a wink and a

“I’ll get right on that love”

Ross walked off to make the requested drink and without knowing walking towards the woman now stood at the bar and you were now faced with Matty who looked like a kicked puppy with the biggest pout adoring his face. And you felt your heart break a little at him going.

“You’ve not even tried the drink I’ve just made you and now you’re sending Ross off to make you new one, and here I thought I was something special to you darling”

the look of jealousy and sadness didn’t get to last long though. “Don’t be silly Matty I only sent him over there because there’s a girl coming up to the bar who’s exactly Ross type, and I’d be a horrible wing-woman if I didn’t get him up there with her” you say while trying to discreetly point out the girl in question to Matty.

And just as you expected she was already in what appeared to be deep conversation and you could tell just from Ross body language that he fancied her as well.

“Ah aren’t you clever darling look at you looking out for our boy, enough about him though your drink will start to get warm soon and I think it’ll ruin the taste ‘cause it’ll turn all watery because of the ice” he said, his emotions doing a complete 180 after realizing you had just tried to set up Ross for a potential date.

He pointed towards the almost completely forgotten drink that was still in front of you both. And you wrap your hand around the glass and raise it in a cheers making Matty bite the inside of his cheek to try and stop the wide grin spreading on his cheeks as you brought the glass to your lips and take a sip, letting the flavors of the mystery cocktail explode on your tastebuds.

Once the glass touched your lips Matty looked like he’s about to jump out of his skin in anticipation of your reaction and thoughts on the drink he made you. He wanted you to enjoy it especially since he made it for you, with you and your preferences in mind.

Over the past months Matty had made it his mission to find out your likes and dislikes and when at the start you had only ordered the same 3 cocktails for months he knew he had to step in to try and get more information and that was how this whole mystery cocktail thing had begun in the first place.

“It’s very sweet but a bit tangy. The flavors all go really nice together, you’re right this was a great choice! This is why I always make you choose my drinks because I really like this! What’s it called so I can make sure you make it for me again sometime?”

And hearing you say you want Him to make it for you again has his heart stuttering and almost bursting out of his chest with pride.

“It’s called a Bramble darling, you like it yeah? I’ll make sure this won’t be your last one then.” Finishing his sentence with a wink.

You fall into a comfortable silence after awhile. Just looking at Matty tending to the bar and its patrons together with Ross who’s managed to get the girls number before having to go back to work as a sudden rush had started.

You always enjoyed watching Matty work, part of the reason you didn’t mind spending so many hours just sitting there and watching. There was something about how graceful he was, the confidence that just radiated from him like this was what he was supposed to be doing. The way he would be able to charm anyone who came his way like it was nothing. it really was no wonder you had fallen for him.

After awhile of just watching the guys mix and pour different drinks for the different people coming up to the bar, you felt your blood run cold and your spine straighten as you noticed a group of girls all practically drooling at him, and the worst part was you couldn’t blame them. You had practically been doing the same thing all night and as much as the thought hurt you, he wasn’t yours, no matter how much you wanted him to be you weren’t together.

The sadistic part of yourself forced you to watch the interaction continue on and you felt your stomach drop when you saw Matty turn his back to the group to grab something, and one of the girls took the time to scribble something (no doubt her number) onto one of the napkins and slide it over towards the spot where Matty would soon return to.

And just like you expected you saw him deliver the drinks to the girls and grab the napkin with a wink and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break just the tiniest bit.

Much to your surprise though, the second the girls were out of sight he tossed the number into one of the trash cans, shaking his head and make his way back towards your corner.

“Sorry darling we got busy for a second, you doing alright? You look a bit red is there anything I can get for you?” He asked concerned while his eyes scanned over your face to make sure you were okay

“I’m okay yeah, I’m just feeling slightly warm it’s probably just the drinks. I’m alright I promise” your words making him nod thoughtfully before he quickly glanced at the clock and going back over to Ross throwing a quick “be back in a second” towards you.

You saw the two talk for a second, Ross now looking at the clock and scan the bar before nodding his head. And watched as Matty made his way back towards you, rounding the corner to get out on your side of the bar.

Grabbing your discarded jacket from the empty seat beside you in one hand and taking your hand in his other.

He started gently tugging you out of your seat and wordlessly lead you outside and around the back of the bar towards the back alleyway. It was only when he stopped by the back door and placed your jacket back over your shoulders and leant back against the wall, you decided to ask why he had taken you both outside to which he responded with a simple shrug saying.

“Well you said you were feeling warm and I was dying for a cigarette haven’t had one in ages so I figured you could join me for my break, hope that’s alright with you darling, if not I can follow you back inside?”

He suddenly looked a bit worried thinking about how he had kinda forced you outside without even asking even though this wasn’t a new thing for you two by any means.

You had lost count at the amount of times you had been out back with him, to keep him company during his breaks. It was such a common occurrence that you hadn’t even questioned him when he dragged you out with him.

“No no that was a good idea, I’m glad you brought me with you. It was getting a bit stuffy in there, so it’s nice to come out here and just chat for you a bit. Besides feels like you’ve been more busy tonight, so getting a few minutes alone with you won’t be something I’ll complain about”

You watched as Matty lit up his cigarette, grey smoke clouding around him and in the dim light of the alley creating an almost halo effect around him and you can’t help but just stare up at him. The dim light sculpting his face and casting shadows that accentuated his strong jaw and full lips and you couldn’t stop the racing thoughts of what it would be like to feel them moving against your own.

What you didn’t know was that Matty was in the complete same boat as you, completely transfixed on your face in the dim lighting as well and how it the shadows danced around on your face and his arms twitched by his side as he fought to stop himself from reaching out and pulling you into him.

After a while of just standing in silence, enjoying each other’s company. Matty takes the last drag of his cigarette and stubs the bud out and throws it in the nearby trash can and as he looks back at you he can’t help but notice the slight shivering you’re attempting (and failing) at hiding and he slightly curses himself for not having brought his own jacket with him out to give to you.

“Are you cold darling? We can go back inside if you want?” You snap out of your daze and immediately rush out

“No I’m okay! Completely okay! Can we stay for just a little bit more? If that’s alright?”

And who is he to deny you? With a nod and a small “come here” he pulls you into him to try and combat the cold October air.

A move he really should have thought through because now, you’re both standing up against one another and he can feel your body pressed against him.

Even though you’re shivering he can now feel the heat from your body against his and the smell of your perfume has him briefly closing his eyes and just taking in the moment.

You watch his eyes close and reopen and for a moment you just stand there staring at up at him and you can’t help yourself from glancing down at his full lips again. The thought of them pressed against your own once more plaguing your mind.

Matty watched your eyes drop to his lips like he thought he had imagined you doing earlier but he had convinced himself that he had just imagined it but seeing you do it again now from a much closer angle there wasn’t a doubt in his mind at what he had saw earlier was real and suddenly he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down towards you and carefully planting his lips on yours.

You froze for a solid 3 seconds before it hit you that Matty was in fact kissing you. He felt your body freeze and panic and regret shot through his body like he had just been dumped in a tub of ice thinking he might have misread the situation and possibly ruined everything with you.

As you felt him still and start to move back, no doubt with an apology at the tip of his tongue you quickly throw your arms around his neck, plant one of your hands in his dark curls and pull him back towards you and kiss him back with all the months of built up tension.

You pour every once of emotion into the kiss, hoping to convey your emotions and let yourself get lost in the feel of his lips against yours, the way his curls felt under your palm and the way his body seemed to fit perfectly against yours.

At the feeling of your hand in his hair, pulling him closer and the feeling of you kissing him back, Matty loses the last bit of hesitation and let’s his hand pull at your waist, pulling you so your bodies are tightly pressed together and kisses you back with just as much effort.

The feeling of both of your bodies pressed together has both of your heads spinning and getting completely lost in each other you don’t break the kiss until you both have to pull back to breathe. The break doesn’t last long and you both snap back towards each other like magnets, once again getting lost in the feeling of your lips molding together.

The back door slamming open is what ultimately has you both pulling apart with a gasp and you both snap your heads towards it, looking for the culprit who had interrupted your moment and in the doorway in all his glory stood a smug looking George Daniel with a smirk on his face.

“Sorry to break it up love birds but Ross needs you to come back in Matty. As always it’s lovely to see you sweetheart, loving the costume by the way very on brand.”

You watch the look of annoyance wash over Matty and he shakes his head at George going

“Alright, okay, tell Ross I’ll be back inside in a moment alright?”

You can hear the annoyance clear in his tone and George shoots you a wink and waves at Matty before going back in, no doubt to continue to work behind the DJ booth for the rest of the night.

You look back at Matty to find his eyes already watching you closely and you find yourself growing shy.

You find yourself looking down not being able to maintain eye contact, but you feel his fingers wrapping around your chin and tilting your head up to look at him as he takes a slow breath before quietly admitting

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months darling. I understand if this was just a spur of the moment thing, but in case you do feel the same my shift should be ending soon and I’d love to take you back to mine to watch a movie or something” and you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips

“I’d really like that Matty” You say earnestly while looking up into his eyes before you confess with a cheeky “you have to promise me you’ll do that again though, because I’m not sure I can continue with just us being friends after that.”

Hearing you say that has a look of relief washing over him, the happiness practically radiates from Matty as he pulls you back in for another quick kiss before promising

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months, if you think I’ll be able to hold myself back you’re sorely mistaken darling.”

Once again leaving you a flustered mess which leaves him feeling proud before he continuing “I’ll kiss you as much as you want darling, as long as you promise to be mine yeah?”

You nod your head at that and you can’t help the way your heart nearly bursts out of your chest with happiness, so much so that you can’t even form any words but just start nodding your head yes again and bring him back down for another kiss.

Locking your lips together and you immediately feel like two puzzle pieces slotting into place and a sense of home washes over you both. The feeling so natural to the both of you and it made you feel like an idiot for never doing it sooner.

You pull away when you both are out of breath and he lowers his head to rest his forehead against yours. You both just enjoy the last couple of seconds before you pull to leave his embrace and tug at his arm as a way to pull him back inside giggling at each other like little kids.

Once inside you make eye contact with Ross who gives you a smug knowing look and from that alone you know George has already told him what he saw in the back alley and you hear Matty let out a tiny groan that lets you know he too has caught on to what’s happened.

Rushing you in the other direction away from the inevitable bullying from Ross and you both make your way back to your still empty corner. As you sit back down in your chair Matty preoccupies himself with making you another drink and you can’t help but just stare up at him with a lovestruck look in your eyes a feeling of disbelief still present at the fact he actually feels the same towards you.

The sound a texts messages frantically coming in shakes you from your little bubble and you watch Matty remove his phone from his pocket and let out a loud groan while throwing his head back towards the ceiling, the action has you raising your eyebrow in a silent question once your eyes find each other again.

“George’s already told the entire group chat about what happened in the alley.” He says with a groan and your eyes quickly look over at the giant who’s currently on his phone with a large grin on his face and just from that look alone you know he’s still catching everyone up on the new development between you and Matty

“Hann has already messaged me 4 times, I swear they really can’t keep their mouths shut sometimes” he says letting out an annoyed huff.

The mention of Adam has you straightening up a bit and with a quick glance around you turn back towards Matty

“Oh speaking of! How come Adam isn’t working tonight? I’ve seen both Ross and George but usually Adam is here to keep track of you lot?” you ask with curiosity.

Eyes flickering towards Ross who in the meantime has made his way over to George and as if they can feel your eyes on them they both look up towards you and Matty and shoot you a wink when making eye contact.

You roll your eyes with a small smile and shifts your focus back to Matty who now has a small frown on his face again as he looks at you.

“Why do you care about him when I’m here? Am I not keeping you entertained darling?” He asked with his now furrowed eyebrows raised, a flash of what you think is jealousy appears in his eyes for a split second as if you didn’t just kiss multiple times in the last 10 minutes in the back alley.

You watch as he crosses his arms over his chest in an attempt to look nonchalant and your attention briefly shifts to his arms again looking at the how the cut off flannel helped accentuate them and in turn making your head spin for a couple of seconds before you register the huff that leaves him while he stands before you and you quickly sit up to answer his question with a teasing

“Was that a bit of jealousy i sensed there Matty? I was simply wondering where he was. Wouldn’t say I was bored of you considering what just happened outside babe” you say looking up at him through your lashes to try and catch him a bit off guard and warm him back up a bit and it’s safe to say it worked.

He freezes for a couple seconds and his mind reels a bit at you calling him babe before the rest of the sentence registers in his mind and he lets out a scoffs “Me? Jealous of Hann? Didn’t realize you’d gone ahead and become a comedian overnight. Absolutely not jealous darling don’t know what makes you think that.” Which does nothing but confirm your suspicion of the claim of him being jealous.

A fact that had your stomach fluttering at the prospect of him being jealous.

You don’t get to enjoy the thought for too long, before he starts up again.

“Nah he and Carly were taking Baby Hann trick or treating tonight, so he’s off for the night to be with them” he says with a smile on his face thinking of his best friend and his family going around trick or treating, as much as he liked to make fun of him for being boring he couldn’t help but be proud of how great of a father Adam truly was.

“Oh I miss Carly I hope she’s doing alright, I haven’t seen her in so long! That’s adorable, I’ll have to ask how it went the next time I see him, will you please make sure I remember next time he’s here Matty? I’d hate to not hear about their first time trick or treating”

As Matty listened to you talk about his friends, the people who he considered his family, with such genuine interest and excitement he couldn’t help the wide grin that blooms on his face.

As he goes to assure you he will, a hand gets slapped on his back causing him to nearly jump out of his skin and with a hand over his heart he turned back to see who had disturbed their conversation only to reveal none other than John coming in to say hello and take over the rest of his shift like they had planned the previous day.

“Fuck man you scared the shit out of me, you can’t just sneak up on me like that Waughy” he fake pouts and you watch as the two men chat for a quick second before John shoots you a smile and a wave and walks towards the back to no doubt clock in and prepare for the night ahead.

“Do you still want to come back round mine to watch that movie darling? I figured we could make it proper romantic, maybe even build a fort like you’ve mentioned last time we had a movie night? Could do with a cuddle from you after working all night and I believe we have a lot of time to make up for” He ends with a smirk that has your stomach in knots and you eagerly nod your head.

The sound of cuddling with Matty in a fort while a movie plays in the background and now with the added bonus of getting to kiss him whenever you want, has you gathering your things and jumping down from you chair as you look into his eye and respond with a shy

“I’d really like that Matty”

“Alright darling let’s go home.”

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the way things go. [A.I.]

title from the song the way things go by beebadoobee

ex boyfriend!ash

part 1 of 2 | random little post breakup angst.

a/n: i’ve never written anything like this so i thought i’d give it a try— let me know what you think :) there will be a part 2 but im still unsure of what direction to take this in so if you have any suggestions feel free to drop them in my inbox!

no major cws, just a brief mention of drinking & vibes. ☻

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You around?

Sent. 2:58am

An odd buzzing from beneath your pillow stirred you awake from the deepest sleep you’ve had in weeks. Your phone buzzed once and just like that, you were awake? Couldn’t be. It had to have been some sort of sixth sense.

Call me. I miss you.

Sent. 2:59am

The silk pillowcase cradled your cheek as the buzzing continued. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

Baby, please.

Sent. 2:59am

I miss you.

Sent. 2:59am

So much.

Sent. 3:00am

It wasn’t long before the incessant buzzing frustrated you to the point of reaching beneath your pillow and yanking your phone out from under it. The harsh light made your eyes water and burn, but the notifications on the screen made them ache even more.

ASHTON: 5 New Messages.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.

What was once a fluttering feeling in your chest, seeing his name sprawled across the screen, turned abruptly into agony. You didn’t think it would be so soon— him reaching out to you. It had been a month, almost to the day, since you and Ashton had called your three and a half year relationship quits. Things were serious enough to bring marriage into the question and suddenly, one random Tuesday night, it all came crashing down. He told you that it wasn’t you, that it was him, that it was the right person at the wrong time and all of the other painfully worn out cliches. To think that you even considered marrying him at all.

A crazy thought at three in the morning.

And even crazier when you thought about him texting you in the middle of the night. After a month of no contact.

have you been drinking?

Sent. 3:01 am

Your thumbs twiddle quickly and hit send, waiting for those three little deathly bubbles to pop up and confirm that no, you weren’t dreaming and yes, he was anxiously awaiting your reply.

ASHTON

Maybe. Maybe not.

Sent. 3:01am

His response makes you grumble; Ashton was absolutely insufferable— and even more so when inebriated. You didn’t want to deal with him right now, it was in your best interest to just ignore him and fight the thought of him right back to sleep.

But something inside of you wasn’t allowing this to be that easy.

go to bed.

Sent. 3:02am

ASHTON

Not until you’re in it.

Sent. 3:02am

that made no sense.

Sent. 3:02am

Why was it so difficult to put your phone down?

ASHTON

I don’t give a shit. I miss you.

Sent. 3:03am

You were far too tired to be entertaining his stupid desires at such an odd hour of the evening. The time was one thing, but the fact that he was drinking was an entirely new fish to fry. You knew that your actions had consequences, and those consequences were something you’d have to deal with in the morning.

stop texting me.

Sent. 3:04am

Maybe he’ll get the hint.

ASHTON

Come over?

Sent. 3:04am

Okay. Maybe not.

Your bottom lip had gone raw from the amount of biting you’d been doing to it recently, and it had yet to stop at all. It was a nervous habit you’d picked up after the breakup and you thought you were doing well at combating it by picking at your nail beds and twirling your hair— but now, these little ticks were coming out all at once.

You were a walking ball of nerves and haven’t been the same since that random Tuesday, almost a month ago.

no.

Sent. 3:05am

Look at you. Standing your ground. You were so proud of yourself.

ASHTON

Please?

Sent. 3:05am

fine.

Sent. 3:08am

Fuck.

The time it took for you to get yourself decent must’ve been some sort of world record. Because now, seemingly seconds later, you were in your car and hunched over your steering wheel. Taking deep breaths in as the cool leather pricked your balled up fists.

This fucking sucks.

You turned the key and the engine begrudgingly grumbled to a start. Even your car knew that this was a poor decision; sounding like it was about a five mile drive from completely giving up on you.

Lucky for you, Ashton’s house was only a mile away.

The dark winding road leading to Ashton’s driveway felt like an eternity. You were frigid at the thought of him sitting and waiting up for you, sitting on that deep mahogany leather couch with his head tossed back onto the cushions. His knee bobbing impatiently and the light of the TV making his face glow pale. A glass of whiskey, or whatever the fuck poison he picked nowadays, clutched in his hand and taking small sips until ice melted gradually and watered it down.

You hated how much you knew about him. How predictable he had become in your time being with him. You knew that whatever image your brain was conjuring up of him was probably true, down to the outfit he was wearing.

You didn’t bother texting him because you knew that the second his porch lights turned on, he’d be slouched against the doorframe waiting for you. As he always did. Your tires crunched against the gravel as you slowly pulled into his driveway; shaky hands and tired eyes working in tandem to park your car in the usual spot.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

The familiar voice pulls your gaze away from your slippers and just as expected, there he was.

His hair was a few inches longer, auburn and honeycomb waves colliding into a box-dyed mess. His roots were so much darker, after you had worked so hard on the touch ups and hours spent bent over the bathtub rinsing the bleach out to lighten his black dye job. All of that time was in vain.

There was an appropriate amount of stubble surrounding his cheeks, for the time you’d gone without seeing him. You were too busy admiring his face to notice that he was wearing the Keith Haring printed robe you had gifted him for Christmas.

You probably looked crazy.

“You asked me to come over,” you shrug, trying to make light of the situation.

“So… you came?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

The tension rising was palpable, despite the tasteful three feet of distance between your bodies, and the only thing you could think about now was the way his mossy eyes sparkled beneath the porch lights.

“Well,” he breaks the silence with a chuckle, “Don’t just stand there. Come inside.”

You don’t say anything else after stepping over the threshold of the house you’d spent almost four years living in. Everything was the same. And you’d imagined it as so. To any normal person, a month wasn’t a terribly long time. But the time after a breakup all seems to mesh into one long day, since stepping into his house for the final time to grab your things felt like it was yesterday.

The guitars still mounted to the wall and decorated art pieces that hung to and fro reminded you of all of the effort you’d spent making this house into a home.

“Is Calum here?” you ask about his best friend and roommate, trying to pay attention to anything else in the room but him.

“Nope. He’s out.”

“Cool.”

Ashton moves around the living room with ease, unperturbed by your presence as he glides over to the connected kitchen. “Want a drink?”

“No. Don’t plan on crashing here, if that’s what you were expecting.”

He lets out a wry chuckle at your attempt to be stern, “I wasn’t expecting anything. Just— trying to be a polite host.”

“Yeah well,” you sigh, flopping back onto that old leather couch, “You don’t have to act like I’m some stranger.”

“Stranger?” he quizzes, opening the door to his fridge as his disembodied voice echoes behind you, “What makes you think I’d treat you like a stranger?”

Your shoulders tense up at his soft words, Ashton rounds the corner back into the livingroom to join you on the couch. He hands you a glass of apple juice, and you take it.

“Thanks,” you murmur, the thought of him keeping a bottle of apple juice in the fridge for you sending a chill down your spine. Despite making fun of you for it, he always remembered that it was your favorite.

“So…” he begins, shifting on the couch to face your slouched body.

You glance over at his posture, and the familiarity of it all was making your head hurt. To think that the way someone chose to sit on a couch was causing you so much grief felt unnatural.

“...How have you been?”

“Fine. Just— living. I suppose that’s all I could really ask for.”

“Living, huh? Sounds fun. Better than dying. If you said you were dying I’d definitely be a little less excited about you showing up here. Walking corpses are not as cool as they are on TV.”

The way Ashton constantly spoke in tongues drove you up the wall. “What the fuck are you even saying?”

“Sorry, I’ve— been watching a lot of TV recently. Also I, uh— had a bit to drink.”

Yeah, no shit.

A few more moments of deafening silence pass and ultimately confuse you. You aren’t sure how silence could be something so loud but alas, whenever you looked at, heard, or even thought of Ashton since that one Tuesday night, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your own quickening heartbeat.

“Do you still have my cashmere sweater?” The thought pops into your mind randomly, as he takes a moment to admire you.

“I do. Did you want it back?”

That question pulls a dry chuckle out of you, “If I didn’t, I probably wouldn’t be asking for it.”

“Fair point. I know just where I left it, too— I’ll go get it.”

Ashton shifts to the edge of the couch to stand up, but stumbles back, due to whatever he had flowing in his system. He braces his ring-clad hands onto the leather and the metal adorning his knuckles tear down into it.

Glancing at those miscellaneous metal etchings and gemstones you’d gifted him makes you think about his infatuation with rings. And, his request for only eight of them.

Your mind flashes back to the anniversaries and milestones where he attempted to collect one for every finger. It could have been preference, or maybe he didn’t foresee enough milestones in which he’d acquire them—but you were never quite sure why he didn’t ask for ten.

He was weird in that way.

“You still wear your rings?” you ask, debating on biting your tongue after letting the question slip right out.

He stops in his tracks, as does your heart, “Of course I do. Why?”

“Dunno’,” you shrug, brushing your shoulder and letting your hand linger on your skin, “Just didn’t think you’d want to after everything.”

Ashton looks at you with intrigue; with purpose. He studies the hand of yours that had been left timidly resting on your forearm.

“Well, to ask you your own question; why wouldn’t I?”

His words hit you like a freight train and suddenly there’s a tightness in your chest that wasn’t there before. You were proud of yourself for being level headed— up until the moment you realized he was right; why wouldn’t he wear those rings?

Why wouldn’t you come over?

“Ashton?” The tightness in your chest was now spreading to your entire body, coating your limbs in this strange paralysis that always seemed to happen when you thought about him.

“Yeah?”

“I miss you, too.”

You don’t even get a moment to process how quickly you were straddling his lap, your crewneck riding up your back as his hands made an effort to explore you. The kiss was heated, sure, but you couldn’t tell if the resentment you felt towards him was meshing into your desires. Those soft little whimpers escaped his chest as you practically pinned him down onto the couch between your knees. You weren’t sure what came over you. Could’ve been his newly acquired taste for classical Hollywood cinema, or the fact that smelling his cologne felt like a breath of fresh air after a month spent locked in a tight little room.

“Ashton,” you mumble his name into his lips and they ricochet back onto yours.

“Oh, Y/N”, he hums, “How I’ve missed you, baby.”

Your tongues danced beneath the glowing of the silver screen, Casablanca being the most appropriate film to be on his television right now.

“I’ve–” your breath staggers, taking a moment to nip at his bottom lip, “I’ve missed you too. God fuckin’–”

The words you were meant to speak were entrapped by soft moans, as Ashton pulls you into his airy pajama pants. He holds you tightly, like he had never left.

“Do– do you–” He attempts to ask the question, the age-old question that had you rethinking your decision to come to his house in the first place.

“I don’t know…”

Your hand travels up to his hair and drags down to cup his cheek, the stubble slightly scratching at your palm and reminding yourself of the blisters that were left in the place of Ashton’s many, many attempts to teach you the drums. Two and a half years of consistent practice paid off.

“That’s okay,” he consoles, nuzzling his cheek into your hand, “We don’t have to do anything. We could just– lay here, y’know? Never minded it, still don’t.”

His answer surprises you. You nod and stutter, unable to form a coherent thought due to the warmth of his bare chest beneath his robe.

“Mmmh. You know what?— I change my mind.”

He chuckles, “Do you, now?”

“Yup. I want to. Gotta’ get whatever the fuck this is— out of my system.”

You couldn’t describe the way Ashton’s face morphed into that of a kicked puppy. The pain in your chest was blatantly obvious now, like a subtle pinprick every time the dim lights would catch the sparkle in his eyes.

“Out of your system?”

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean it like that,” you say; an oxymoron of sorts. Since the elephant in the room started stomping around and now, you were straddling him and tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“I guess I can’t disagree with you. I’ve been missing you a lot but— I don’t know, I can’t really place what I’m feeling.”

Your lip tugs to the side, as does his. Twin looks of confusion in an effort to read each other’s faces. “Let’s just— pick up where we left off? Maybe it’ll help get your mind off the existential dread.”

“Existential dread, huh? Is that what this feeling is?” he asks, his hands running up and down your spine beneath your crewneck.

“Yeah, sure,” you swallow hard, harder than you’d intended and you choke on your words, “We can call it that.”

He whispers your name softly and the chills start running down your body. His voice was the one thing you couldn’t get over; no matter how many nights you’d spent staring at the ceiling in an effort to change that. You’d hear him calling out to you every time the wind blew and hearing him say it right in front of you felt like a slap in the goddamn face.

“Y/N, I’m sorry—”

“It’s a little too late for that now, don’t you think?”

You hated to be so morbid and dry but in the end, it was true. If he had wanted to give apologies where they were due, they should’ve been said the moment he called it quits.

“I figured it’s better late than never. You deserve an apology for— everything that went on.”

Your face turns cherry red, a sudden wash of anger flushing over your cheeks. You push yourself off of his chest with a force that you didn’t even know you were capable of. He jerks back, awe-stricken at the sudden change.

“Oh fuck you Ash. You’re so full of shit,” you mutter, fueled with sudden rage, “If you really wanted to apologize you’d have been at my doorstep a month ago. You don’t care about me. You only care because I’m right in front of you and looking at me hurts too much for you to ignore it.”

“You think I don’t care about you?…”

Ashton’s voice cracks and suddenly you were feeling awful for blowing up unprovoked. The notch in his forehead grows deeper as he studies your infuriated face with sincerity.

“Y/N, of course I fucking care about you. Are you kidding me? I care about you more than anything in this world.”

Another one of those pinpricks tugs at your heartstrings.

“Then why did you let me go?”

Without a moment’s notice or any sort of explanation, Ashton pulls you back into his chest and slots his lips against yours. You don’t fight it. In fact, you embrace it. Another frenzied kiss of daring tongues and roaming hands against the places that felt so familiar to the both of you.

Just as the kiss goes rogue and his lips sloppily traipse down to your jaw, you feel a small droplet roll down your cheek. One that didn’t belong to you.

A quiet sob is preceded by a sentence that rips your heart out of your chest.

“I never wanted to. I never wanted to let you go.”

“Ashton,” you murmur, feeling your eyes welling up just the same, “I—I didn’t know—”

He interrupts your thought with a string of kisses down your neck towards your chest. His hands roam with fervor, feeling you up as though you were the last thing he would ever be allowed or able to touch. You embraced his blistered hands and the way they knew every crease and divot in your body, how effortless he was at drawing you back in.

“I never knew how to get you in front of me to actually say the things on my mind but now that I have you I just— I couldn’t fight the pain in my chest when I looked into your eyes for the first time.” His rambling was trailing off into muffled sniffling and staccato phrasing; it was causing you physical pain to hear him this way.

“I just assumed you hated me. I thought you never wanted to see me again, Ash. Why didn’t you say this sooner?”

“What? No. No, I don’t hate you,” he defends, still solemn, “I just— didn’t know how to reach out. It took me a lot to swallow my pride and send you that text, Y/N… I’ve never been good at communicating.”

“Tell me about it,” you break the tension with a lighthearted hand, but remnants of your feelings for him lingered above your head like a storm cloud.

“But my actions have consequences, I’ve learned… I’d drive past your house and it’d take everything in me not to bang on your front door and drop down to my knees. Beg you to forgive me for everything I put you through… Everything I do reminds me of you in some way and— it was hard to even think about the two of us existing in the same universe without the other by our sides. It just, it didn’t feel natural—”

You felt sorrowful enough to place a kiss on his cheek as he rambled on, masking tears of your own and letting them drip down his cheek.

“— And when you told me ‘no’ after I’d asked you on a whim to come here, I thought it was over. My entire life flashed before my eyes and you weren’t in it and it just— it fucking killed me.”

“But Ashton, I’m here,” you say, watching his face deconstruct into more of a manic expression as he digressed, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know you’re here. You’re here now and— I know you always told me to live in the moment, but fuck. There’s so much left to say.”

You cup his jaw and tilt his gaze back into yours, after it had wandered behind your head as it always seemed to do.

“I’m sure there’s a lot to say but Ashton, you’ve made up your mind. That’s just… the way things go.”

Another tear falls rogue from his malachite eyes and your thumb is there to catch it. His gaze is gut-wrenching, plucking at every single one of your impulses and all of the progress you’ve made in getting over him.

“Is it too late to change that?”

Your mind starts reeling. The words you’d never thought you’d hear coming from his mouth were finally out in the open and there was no sign of him taking them back. The initial issue was his lack of communication but fuck, you didn’t know it would come back to bite you so soon.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about sending him a simple text to meet for coffee in hopes to ‘change his mind’, but it seemed as though he was thinking about it just as much as you were. There was no point in fighting it anymore. The two of you were meant for each other. If a month of no contact was all it took for him to realize how much he needed you…

…Then maybe that random Tuesday night wasn’t the worst thing after all.

#5sos fanfic #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton 5sos #ashton irwin #ashton irwin angst #ashton irwin blurb #ashton #angst #breakup angst #i’ve never written something like this before plz be kind

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pizzaqueen · 1 year

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To the anon who sent me the love spell prompt aaaaages ago: I hope you’re still around! Because I finally started writing it. Here’s a little teaser for you (and anyone else interested):

Always the goddamn babysitter. Steve slumps back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. He should be out there, with everyone else, doing something. Not stuck in the Wheelers’ basement. This time it’s Eddie Steve’s been tasked with keeping an eye on, though, not one of the kids. He’s honestly not sure if that’s better or worse.

At least Eddie’s alive. That’s better. So much better. Steve casts a sidelong glance at Eddie. He’s oddly calm for a guy who’s been presumed dead for the better part of a month and was then discovered to be under some kind of freaky mind warp spell, servant to Vecna. Steve hadn’t really understood Dustin’s explanation, but, then, most of Dustin’s explanations are just made up shit from D&D, so it’s not like they’re any more real than the way Steve tries to figure things out. But Eddie’s calm, now, seems content even.

It’s weird because, when they’d dragged him here, it had been literally kicking and screaming and the only person he won’t freak out around is Steve. Steve doesn’t get it. They barely knew—know—each other. Why him? No one had an answer to that, not one Steve liked, anyway, but it didn’t change anything. Eddie is only calm around Steve, so here Steve is, keeping Eddie as far away from Vecna as he can until the rest of the gang do their thing, take Vecna out, save the day, while Steve’s playing babysitter.

Eddie would probably be good company any other time—though the way he’s sitting there, chin in his hand, just looking at Steve is unnerving—but Steve should be out there. What if someone gets hurt and he could have stopped it? Fuck.

Steve scrubs a hand over his face, looks at the walkie talkie that’s been silent too long. Something’s gone wrong, it must have. Why didn’t those idiots listen to him?

“So,” Eddie says, “did you miss me?”

The suddenness of his voice in the quiet startles Steve. He blinks over at Eddie where he’s sitting cross-legged on the couch. “Hm?”

“When I was…gone. Did you miss me?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, “sure,” partly because he doesn’t want to upset Eddie. And partly because it’s true. He hadn’t known Eddie well, but there had been a place forming for him in Steve’s life in the short time they had. An Eddie shaped place, almost fully formed, suddenly void. He’s not sure if what he felt was grief—there hadn’t been time, after, to feel much of anything except panic—but it was still strange. Wrong. And seeing Dustin torn up the way he was is something Steve never wants to see again. “Of course I did,” he adds.

This look Steve can only describe as dreamy passes over Eddie’s face and he smiles up at Steve. It’s unsettling. Makes something tangle in Steve’s chest, maybe not entirely unpleasant, he can’t tell. He’s all mixed up and tired and, fuck, why hasn’t anyone checked in?

“I missed you, too,” Eddie says.

“Uh, cool. Thanks, man.”

Eddie’s smile grows wider. And then, one moment, he’s sitting there, staring up at Steve, all doe eyes, and the next there’s this ripple that runs through the room and Eddie falls back. Like a puppet with its strings cut.

#steddie #Steve x eddie #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #pizzaqueenfic #I’ve never written anything like a love spell fic before so I hope it turns out okay!!!#i probably shouldn’t post this until I have more of it but I’m impatient 🙈

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gwaine/Merlin (Merlin), Gaius & Merlin (Merlin), Gaius & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Gaius (Merlin), Agravaine (Merlin) Additional Tags: Episode: s04e07 The Secret Sharer (Merlin), No Beta we Die like Uther, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Death, Gaius Dies (Merlin), im sorry it has to happen, Merlin's Magic Revealed (Merlin), Gwaine Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Protective Gwaine (Merlin), Grief/Mourning, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Merlin Leaves Camelot (Merlin), Merlin is So Done (Merlin) Summary:

After Gaius' kidnapping, Merlin is a mess of bitterness, sadness, and anger. Tired of the blind faith in his and Arthur's shared destiny, he decides to leave Camelot. He can no longer sit idly by and watch Arthur become a carbon copy of his father.

In the simplest terms this is a story of grief, betrayal, love, forgiveness, and a few other things I haven't written yet.

#i’ve never written fanfic before #merwaine #bbc merlin #merlin #merlin fanfic

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shaesinflames · 2 months

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Burned Bridges

Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo’s relationship has been incredibly strained since the rainbow infection began to spread, but no pony understands why.

Rainbow Dash tapped lightly on the door with her hoof. No pony answered, but she let herself in anyways. A tray of food balanced on one of her wings, and she had to maneuver awkwardly through the door to keep it from spilling. She squinted through the darkness; all the curtains in the room had been drawn, and only the faint sunlight that managed to slip between the cracks of the fabric illuminated the room. A small orange shape was hunched in one of the shadowed corners, and it shrunk further when open door let more light in.

“Hey, Scoot,” Rainbow called softly. “Can I come in?”

“No,” Scootaloo growled. “Leave me alone.”

Rainbow frowned and took another step inside, shutting the door behind her. She carefully slid the tray off her wing onto the table by the bed, then crossed to the other side of the room and pulled the curtains open. Scootaloo groaned as her fur was washed with sunlight, and she huddled further into herself.

“I brought you some food,” Rainbow said, standing over the little heap of feathers and fur.

“I’m not hungry,” Scootaloo snapped. She flattened her ears with her hooves and screwed her violet eyes tightly shut, rejecting Rainbow Dash’s presence with all of her being.

“Pinkie said you haven’t been taking your share of the rations,” Rainbow continued, ignoring the obvious hostility radiating off of the little pony. “You’re worrying everyone, Scoot. You have to eat.”

Scootaloo didn’t respond. Her tail thumped against the floor as if it were trying to shoo an annoying fly.

A tense silence followed as Rainbow fumbled for the next thing to say, and Scootaloo tried to pretend she wasn’t there.

Rainbow scoffed, her ruffled feathers making her wings twitch in agitation.

“You know, you can’t treat me like this forever,” she said with a glare. “You don’t have the right to try and guilt trip me. I saved you, Scootaloo!”

Finally earning a reaction, Scootaloo’s head whipped around, her eyes wide and glittering with resentment as she scowled at her former hero.

“Are you serious?” she snarled. “Have you gone insane? How selfish can you possibly be?”

“That’s not fair, I-“

“Saved? You call this being saved?” She tore on without letting Rainbow Dash get a word in, the anger bubbling inside of her rousing her to her hooves. “Cloudsdale has been abandoned. Pegasi are dying. I don’t know where my parents or my aunts are, or if they’re even still alive. Equestria is falling apart around us, and it’s all because you were such a coward!”

Rainbow’s wings shot open in indignation. She was taken aback by Scootaloo’s ferocity, but the fillies anger had only sparked Rainbow’s own. She thrust her muzzles into Scootaloo’s face, her teeth bared.

“You can’t pin all of this on me!” She spat. “You can’t fly, Scootaloo, the Rainbow Factory was going to take you one day no matter what. If I hadn’t been there, you would be dead.”

“I wish I was dead!” Scootaloo screamed, her voice catching in her throat as she choked out a dry sob. Tears brimmed in her eyes but she forced them back, her legs trembling as she struggled to hold her ground. “I would die a thousand times over if it would stop the infection from ever happening! I would do anything if it meant saving everyone. The fact that you don’t understand that means you really aren’t the pony I thought you were.”

Rainbow’s anger faltered, and a familiar look of regret and guilt darkened her expression.

“I didn’t know this would happen,” she murmured. “I only wanted to protect you. I never would’ve thought that…”

“If you wanted to protect me, you should’ve done something about the factory when you had a chance,” Scootaloo glared at her unsympathetically. “You could’ve told ponies. You could’ve revealed the truth and made a difference. You could’ve saved so many pegasi, but you only ever cared about yourself. Now look. We’re doomed.”

Rainbow’s head hung with shame. A long, sorrowful sigh escaped her, and she forced herself to straighten back up.

“I can’t change the past,” she resigned. “We just have to hope that Twilight can find a cure to save whoever is left.”

Scootaloo stared at her. She sat down heavily, as if her legs had lost the will to support her, and shook her head dejectedly.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered, speaking more to herself than Rainbow. “I can’t do this…. I can’t do this… get out.”

“Scoot-“

“GET OUT!” Scootaloo shrieked, shaking her head more violently and stomping her front hooves. “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!”

Rainbow stared at her in dismay, her mouth opening and closing as she grasped for something to say, but Scootaloo bellowed on and on without even pausing to breathe.

Rapid hoof-steps closed in from the other side of the door. With a thundering bang it flew open and slammed into the wall, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom standing in the doorway with terrified expressions.

“What in Celestia is happening?” Apple Bloom demanded.

Rainbow looked over her shoulder at them, her eyes wide with shock, but Scootaloo continued to scream as if she didn’t realize anyone had arrived.

Belle and Bloom raced over to their friend and threw themselves in between her and Rainbow, forcing the older Pegasus to take a few paces back.

“You need to leave, Rainbow Dash,” Sweetie Belle said firmly, meeting Rainbow’s eyes with a venomous glare.

“I-I-I was just-“

“You need to leave, now,” Apple Bloom reiterated, taking a step forward and forcing Rainbow further back.

She swallowed thickly and looked past them at Scootaloo. Her screaming had dwindled into a silent, breathless sob, and her entire body trembled like a leaf as she hid her face with her hooves once again.

“Okay,” Rainbow agreed, her voice tight as she backed out of the room. She paused in the hallway for a second, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Scootaloo,” she said as Apple Bloom slammed the door in her face.

#sorry if this is out of character I’ve never written any of these characters before lmao #mlp #my little pony #infection au #rainbow factory #rainbow dash #Scootaloo #sweetie belle #apple bloom #cutiemark crusaders #fanfic

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writeouswriter · 11 months

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If I don’t finish my fic by tomorrow I’m gonna need you to snipe me send post

#writing #writeblr #fanfic #one chapter left one left I’ve never written a fic this long!!#I’m on a deadline based on show release schedules aaaahhh #it’s been like a month but I’ve worked so many more days!#dang job getting in the way of my fanfiction!

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its-about-the-toxicity · 7 months

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guys I just want you to know that this is what the panel was gonna look like when Lore like officially developed romantic feelings

#I’ve finally accepted that I’m never gonna finish this in comic form #not gonna get into the reasons bc it’s complicated #but I think I am finally in the right headspace to keep writing abt it #so if ppl are still interested I’ll let y’all know whenever I post the written version on ao3 #star trek #star trek tng #star trek ds9 #fanart #fan comic #fanfic #lork #star trek lore

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robotic-rin · 10 months

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Be Still, My Indelible Friend

(Yes Man x Reader)

Summary: You’ve been in love with Yes Man for a long time. Like, an embarrassing amount of time. It doesn’t help that his assertiveness upgrade has made him an unbearable tease to you. All you know is, fighting for your Independent New Vegas together was hard, but redefining your ever-shifting relationship in the peace that follows might just be harder.

Word Count: 12,716

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: robot/human sex galore, praise kink, degradation kink, afab reader (no gendered terms are used), tried to limit my use of (y/n) but it is in there, subbing/bottoming for yes man’s character development, sorry for giving yes man a dick (no i am not), this is literally what happens after the wild card ending todd told me himself guys

Author’s Notes: shoutout to bill cipher for inadvertently providing me with a nickname for courier six that’s more cute and personable than just “courier” imo. anyways hope y’all enjoy fucking the robot. this was supposed to be pwp but i love yes man so much that it’s a genuine problem so there’s just a lot of feelings in here as well. also you canonically slept with benny in this one bc i think it’s hilarious and always do but it’s only mentioned briefly so you can just close your eyes to that aspect if you don’t like it. anyways y’all saw the tags, so if you’re down with all that stuff and are 18+, come on in!

So, it turns out that running an Independent New Vegas wasn’t nearly the full-time gig that you and Yes Man had been expecting when you threw General Oliver off of that dam. Sure, there were important meetings and heavy decisions to be made, but for the most part, the Strip ran itself, with the rest of New Vegas following suit. The two of you replacing Mr. House was showing to have its pros and cons, but it was at least preferable to being led by the corrupt alternatives. Only time would tell if your good intentions, instincts, and hatred of answering to any authority figures would be enough to keep New Vegas thriving, but for now, its leaders were left with plenty of extra time on their hands. One thing that you knew for certain was that Yes Man had been using his newfound time and personal freedom to upgrade himself, sometimes disappearing for days at a time on the hunt for some new part or informational chip that he would use to improve his capabilities. Mr. House’s network held more information on Securitron upgrades than you ever would’ve guessed, and Yes Man wasn’t going to let those resources go to waste. He’d already unlocked so many new and helpful abilities, but he was beginning to show the emerging quality of perfectionism as of late, so too much was never enough.

“You do know we have a Securitron army at our disposal, right?” you’d ask him teasingly on multiple occasions. “I think becoming the best version of yourself is great, but I don’t want you to burn yourself out over it.”

And in response, Yes Man would always bark out a mechanical laugh. “I really do appreciate the concern, but I think one day, you might be grateful that I’ve prepared myself for every possible situation, Sixer.” And that would be the end of that.

Things continue on in this way for awhile, and you often find yourself missing that big, silly Securitron when he’s not around. Realistically, you have plenty of companions to spend time with and keep you company at the Lucky 38 when Yes Man is out. And you do often busy yourself with hosting fun nights for all of them to attend, taking advantage of the current peaceful situation. Laughing with Veronica, drinking with Boone, getting dirty looks from Arcade when you two drink a bit too much, it’s always great fun. And while you do truly love and cherish the time you’re able to spend with your close friends, you always inexplicably find yourself longing to talk to Yes Man about your day, to feel the warmth of his processors and hear his mechanisms whirring beneath his metal exterior when you get close enough to him. Thinking about this for too long only ever seems to end in you feeling flushed and embarrassed, so you try to dismiss the thoughts whenever they manage to weasel themselves into your head. Unfortunately for you, this is starting to happen all too often.

You find yourself in this exact predicament now, as you relax in the private cocktail lounge level of your home at the Lucky 38. You’d just been on an exciting adventure with Cass earlier that day: getting into a shady deal, being double-crossed, fighting back for your lives. It was a pretty standard day as far as your life goes, but as you sit at the picturesque bar, you again find yourself yearning to share the tale with Yes Man. He’s such a good listener, always interested in how your escapades bring you so close to death, and yet always end with you finding a way out. You love hearing about his adventures through the Mojave as well, how his eyes will get extra big and his volume rises as he retells tales of how he was just rolling through the desert, minding his own business, and then suddenly had to whip out his missiles in a split second to stop the Powder Gangers that often try to jump out ambush him for spare parts. He’s an unexpectedly talented storyteller now that he can talk about his own experiences more, and you could listen to that sweet, energetic voice talk about anything for hours on end. Time spent with Yes Man was always precious to you, and the memory of it leaves you feeling incredibly lonely at the moment.

Sighing to yourself in the barstool, you continue to slouch as you swish the drink you’d just fixed around in its glass. The lights of New Vegas twinkle mesmerizingly against the evening sunset sky outside of your huge windows, but your mind is elsewhere. That big, goofy grin that he gets when he first sees me after we’ve been apart…that self-satisfied inflection that his voice gets when he knows he’s teasing me good…the faces he might make if I could get him all riled up and flustered. You slam your drink down on the counter after that last one, metaphorically severing the thread of that thought. Thinking like that led to dangerous places that had proven to result in you feeling simultaneously guilty and extremely aroused. After all, he was a Securitron, probably incapable of feeling whatever it is your brain wanted from him in a situation like that. Almost definitely incapable of experiencing sexual gratification. More than that, he was your friend, and thinking of him in that way made you feel bad. Would he assume you thought of him as no better than that mindless pleasure bot down at the Atomic Wrangler? You could never think so lowly of him, but it didn’t stop you from feeling bad for quietly desiring him. He would probably never speak to me again if he knew. Or worse, he would, and I’d have to hold a normal adult conversation with a Yes Man who knows how bad I want him. You swiftly down the rest of your drink.

As if on cue with your chugging, all of the lights in the bar area suddenly turned off, shrouding the entire visible lounge in near-darkness. Funny, I’ve never blacked out after one drink before, you muse to yourself. You may not have the best judgement to be calmly cracking jokes to yourself in your mind in this precarious position, but you don’t get to where you’re at in life without having a certain disregard for your own safety. If it’s an assassin, it’s an assassin. We’ll cross that bridge when it’s holding a knife to my throat.

You feel a heavy presence approach from behind your barstool, but make no move to spin around and catch them. You stay still, waiting to see how this shakes out on autopilot. They’re so close behind you that you swear you can feel their breath on your neck.

“Drinking without me, Sixer?” a familiar, attractive voice purrs directly behind you, causing a full-body shiver to swiftly wrack your frame.

You quickly conceal your initial reaction and whip around in your barstool with faux irritation. “Don’t do that, Yes Man!”

The large Securitron now directly in front of you has on a sheepish grin, towering over you and yet looking so innocent. “I’m sorry (Y/N), I really didn’t mean to scare you too bad. It’s just pretty tempting when you have full control of a casino and you see an opportunity! Plus, you seemed pretty lost in thought there.” The low lights slowly come back on at his invisible command.

“That assertiveness update has made you a real pain to me, y’know, your best friend in the whole Mojave!” You cross your arms and try to keep up your grumpy bit, but the involuntary grin on your face gives your true feelings away. He’s just too cute to actually be mad at, and you can’t blame him for using his newfound assertiveness to pull the occasional prank on you. If anything, it endears you to him even more to finally be able to see his playful, uninhibited personality. Before he’d self-updated, he’d had to grit his teeth and smile through your (occasional) poor decisions more than once, and you could only imagine it was torture. Your assumptions were reinforced when he completely tore you a new one right after his update when you suggested taming Deathclaws to help guard the Strip. You’d only meant that one as a joke (mostly), but you had simply sat there and let him rip your idea to shreds in stunned silence when it happened. With all that pent-up aggression, he seemed to have needed it. Besides, it was kinda helpful to have someone so grounded to reign in your…out-of-the-box ideas.

“Me, a pain? Aw, and I thought you were the big, bad Courier who ruled all of New Vegas with me? I guess I must be mistaken, since someone like that couldn’t possibly be this ruffled by some light ribbing.” His cheeky, cooing sarcasm and lidded eyes were gonna be the death of you one day, you knew it. Getting a fully animated face was one of his newer updates, and it made communication that much easier for him, but it simultaneously made holding conversations while looking at his adorable expressions that much harder for you. All he had to do now was flash you a lopsided grin and you would conveniently lose your entire train of thought.

You scrunch up your nose. “Watch out bud, I’m starting to feel a mysterious headache coming on. Top right side of my forehead, specifically.”

“I am never gonna live that one down, am I?”

You let out a snicker at his quick response. When you look back up, it’s with an unmistakably affectionate gaze. “I missed you, Yes Man.”

“I-“ You seem to catch him off-guard with that one after the back-and-forth teasing, as his screen display fills up with a simulated grey blush and his eyes dart away from your form. He straightens up from where he had been relaxing against the side of the bar, coming to a rest at his full height and with a shy smile on his face. “Oh gosh, you know I missed you too, Sixer. It’s lonely out there, rolling through miles of desert shrubbery by yourself. But hey, I can listen to the radio tunes while I think about New Vegas. And us.” He pauses briefly after adding that last bit, but resumes before you can interject. “I think I’m finally starting to get to a point where I can feel comfortable relaxing with you as a co-ruler of New Vegas. I’m very good at imagining every way things can go wrong, but it feels like I’ve reinforced our position with heavy steel at this point. It makes me really proud to think about!”

“I’m so glad to hear that, Yes Man!” You hop up from your barstool cheerily, standing in front of his chassis and only just coming up to the middle of his screen, eyes level with the bottom of it. Don’t think about how tall and powerful and imposing he is next to you. Don’t think about how he could just pick you up and do whatever he wanted to you with his big, strong robot arms. Don’t think about how you would never stop him in a million years and you’re thinking about it STOP STOP STOP. “…I, er, hope you can finally get to actually enjoy ruling New Vegas now. Not that there’s even too much to do! But it does come with its perks, and a wonderful sense of calm to boot.”

He cocks his head at this, which ends up just slightly rotating his entire upper half since he’s so rectangular. “Oh, really? What kind of perks have you been enjoying here on the Strip while I travel day and night through the desert to secure our power?”

You stick out your tongue at him like a child, causing him to giggle adorably. “Oh come on, you act like I haven’t been going out on missions too!” you huff indignantly. “I just know balance, unlike you, Mr. Workaholic.”

“Hey, I’m a planner! It’s a good quality, or so I’ve heard. Anyway, you were telling me about the perks?” He’s not gonna drop that one. You distantly wonder why, but can’t seem to come up with a satisfying answer.

“Well…since all of the major casinos answer to us, I’ve definitely gotten preferential treatment there. Like, the other day, I was winning so many caps at the Gomorrah Blackjack table, I would’ve totally been kicked out before! But the dealer just had to grit his teeth and offer me another drink. I eventually stopped because I didn’t wanna completely clean the Omertas out, but it was hilarious to see how far they let me go. Little stuff like that, I’ve noticed. Not to mention plenty of people trying to buy you drinks and chat you up everywhere you go. The allure of power, I guess.”

Yes Man has been uncharacteristically quiet and reserved as you were saying all of this, especially near the end, and it’s starting to freak you out a little bit. Not his usual quiet attentive listening, but staring off behind you, looking detached and almost…in turmoil? That didn’t seem right. “I mean, I know those perks probably don’t make a big difference to a Securitron like you,” you say, trying to subtly pinpoint the issue. “But maybe you could see if you could entice a bot maintenance expert into setting up shop on the Strip or Freeside? With all of the Securitrons we have now, it wouldn’t hurt. I know there’s definitely experts like that out there looking for work.” His face and body language remained static. You’re really getting worried that you’ve offended him somehow. Yes Man doesn’t have thin skin by any means, but his assertiveness now allows him to show his true feelings, and on more than one occasion, he’s had a sour expression on his face without even realizing. His programming used to monitor displays of negative emotions automatically, so he’s still getting used to having to manually choose to politely navigate scenarios if he so wishes.

Finally, he speaks up, still not meeting your gaze. “Did you…do anything else at Gomorrah?”

Your eyes widen in realization. This bot was not asking you for a play-by-play of your time at the sex casino. “Uh…I had a few drinks, played some slots? Nothing too wild.” You couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out where Yes Man was going with this.

He nods slowly, facial expression unmoving. “So…you don’t use their other services?” Ok, so he’s going there.

“Heh, uh, no, I don’t…”

“Not that I mean to pry or anything!” He finally turns back towards you, clicking his claws together nervously with a shy expression on his face. “I mean, I just know that when you first came to The Tops, well, you did kinda immediately have sex with the man who shot you in the head not even two weeks prior. It doesn’t quite make sense to me, but hey, what do I know about that sort of thing? But now that Benny’s out of the picture, I guess I was just curious if you…kept that sort of fast and loose activity up. With anyone.”

Your legs feel locked and immovable. You’re somewhere between a dream and a nightmare, what with Yes Man asking you such personal questions about your sex life. Before answering, you make sure to take a moment to compose yourself and reel in your fantasies before they run too wild. He’s probably just asking because he’s concerned about me. Just like Arcade chewing me out for sleeping with Benny like a moron. I could get stabbed in the back if I were to carelessly sleep around the Strip, so it makes sense that he’d wanna look out for me. He’s kind and pragmatic like that.

“If you’re asking me if I’m seeing anyone right now, I’m not. Casually or seriously. Benny was, ah- well, a fluke. I don’t usually do things like that, and I’m not dumb enough to have sex with just anyone that comes into New Vegas now that I’m one of its rulers. I only really trust you and my other close friends, but I feel totally platonically towards all of them anyways.”

“…And what about me?”

“I, uh, er- huh?”

Now it was your turn to be fully caught off-guard. Your head had whipped around at light speed to fully look at Yes Man, your eyes wide as discs as they scan his expression for clues. All you see are the nervous but determined eyes that you’ve come to feel so warmly towards.

“You said you feel platonically towards your companions. What do you feel when you look at me, Sixer?” Yes Man’s voice comes out almost a whisper, a far cry from his loud, chipper usual voice. Despite his current shy demeanor and soft voice, it seems as though Yes Man’s assertiveness upgrade also gave him the courage to push on with the subject, instead of quickly backpedaling like he might’ve done in the past.

His earnest eyes feel as though they’re painfully boring into your own as his words set into your brain fully. Your head was swimming as it tried to process the fact that Yes Man was very directly asking you if you liked him platonically or…not. This is what I get for pushing away thoughts of being with Yes Man. He’s literally asking me if I want to be with him romantically, and I have absolutely nothing prepared in my head to say about the idea. Damned if I had, damned if I hadn’t. This must be some sort of ironic punishment from the universe. You swallow the dryness in your throat and bring your hand gently up to his warm screen. You make the split-second decision to just speak kindly and platonically from the heart towards your beloved friend, say something assure him that you care about him just the same as your other companions.

“The truth is, I’ve been in love with you for a long time now, Yes Man. More than platonically. You’re the most important person in the world to me by far.” Awesome. That is not what I was supposed to say at all. Please tell me I did not just tell him that out loud with my voice and mouth.

By the look on Yes Man’s face, you did in fact say that out loud, and you also did not give him the answer that he was expecting. His face was looking at you slightly slack-jawed, with the biggest, roundest eyes you’d ever seen him make. From your personal island of extreme embarrassment, you send out a prayer that the emotion currently on his face is positive surprise and not delayed disgusted shock. Those emotions tend to look similar in their early stages. Your hand remains frozen in place, cupping his screen. You’re incapable of moving it at this point, but he hasn’t shaken it away yet, which you take as your one possible positive sign. Or he’s just in shock. That’s also possible.

“I…hm. Well…well, that was not what I thought you would say.” RED ALERT. RED ALERT. THAT DOES NOT SOUND LIKE THE START OF A LOVE CONFESSION. THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA. GO HOLE UP IN AN VAULT FOR ETERNITY WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

Before he can continue, you pull your hand away and quickly squeak out your own interjection with a voice crack. “Actually, forget about it! Sorry, I must be talking silly from this drink. Let’s just forget I ever said anythi-“

“(Y/N).”

The sternness in Yes Man’s voice is jarring enough to pull you back into the moment. He had never spoken to you in that tone before, and to so roughly say your own name in it…he has your full attention and he knows it.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to take back anything,” he soothes softly, gaze softening. “You can say how you feel. I would never think lesser of you for it.” He lifts one of his robotic claws to cup your cheek, mirroring your moments from moments before. “Do you really love me like that, Sixer?”

It’s now or never. You could deny your true feelings to the death and return to a life of imagining Yes Man’s arms wrapped around you at night, or you could take the plunge and see where the two of you end up.

“I do,” you whisper. Down the rabbit hole I go.

“W-wow.” His entire frame seems to shake slightly at this revelation. “No one has ever said that to me before.”

“Well, I didn’t think Benny would be talking to you like that.” Your ability to joke at a time like this somehow takes you both by surprise simultaneously, and the two of you burst into shaky laughter at the absurdity of your current situation together. It’s sweet and cathartic to laugh and lean into each other after the thick tension that had been permeating the air just moments before. This is how you enjoy being with Yes Man.

“Ok, tell me the truth- do you only have feelings for me because I orchestrated your attempted murder? Be honest, because this seems to be turning into a recurring theme for you.”

You feel your face burn red hot at his ability to make fun of you so accurately at any time. “It is NOT!”

“Are you sure? Dangerous men seem to get you hot under the collar, Sixer. No shame in it, of course. It’s just kind of cute.”

The adorable shit-eating grin that is currently spreading across his face is not helping your blushing situation. He can get you flustered with just a single look, and that’s on days where you didn’t suddenly confess your undying love to him.

“You’d better stop teasing me! I just opened up my heart to you, jerk.” Your threats don’t hold much weight when you have one hand covering your mouth and cheeks in a pitiful attempt to hide the blush and embarrassed expression that are beginning to envelop your entire face.

Yes Man lets out a sharp laugh at your obvious predicament, and then seems to be struck with an idea that makes him look quite proud of himself. He leans down towards you, inches from your face.

“Why don’t you see if you can make me, Sixer?”

That was it. That was your last straw. He was getting too cocky for his own good, and you’re determined to knock him down a peg and make him feel as flustered as you are right now (not to mention, seeing Yes Man being so directly cocky and teasing you like this was getting you more hot and bothered by the second). You’d show him.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you push yourself against his chassis and grab both sides of his boxy face roughly. With how close you are, you’re rewarded with a great view of his dominant expression immediately changing to one of wide-eyed surprise as you press your lips to his screen, right where his animated mouth is. You close your eyes after making contact, but hear a reassuring soft groan from Yes Man as you continue to softly kiss him. It feels wholly different from kissing a human, but still very pleasant. His screen is warm and gently shocks your lips at one point, causing you to make a slight squeak yourself. Not wanting to push him, you draw back after a moment and open your eyes to see the most beautiful sight that your eyes have ever been graced with.

Yes Man is leaning back against the bar, eyes half-lidded in love and lips slightly parted, as though you really had just been traditionally locking lips with him. His lidded gaze fixed directly on you is penetrating, and you feel something stir deep inside of you at the intensity of it. He’s so unbearably lovely, and he looks to be thinking the exact same of you.

“I’ve wanted to do that to you for a really long time,” you admit sheepishly, still catching your breath. You move back, allowing room for Yes Man to stop leaning against the bar, but he doesn’t seem capable of moving at this moment. “All joking aside, the reason I fell in love with you is that I got to know you and learned that you’re a good, charming, kind person. You’ve had to deal with some of the most insufferable people in the Mojave, but you still found a way to trust and open up to me. Now that you’ve become more assertive, I get to work with you as a fully equal partner and see what you’re like when you only have yourself to answer to. You’re smart, really funny, a fantastic strategist, a great listener, and you genuinely care for me even when I’m being stupid. You don’t need me and have the ability to rule New Vegas on your own if you felt like it, but I’ve never once been worried that you would drop me.”

“Hey, I do need you,” he reassures you, finally bringing himself fully upright and moving in to grip your shoulders lovingly. “Besides, what’s the point of ruling New Vegas if you don’t have someone to share it with?”

Your eyes practically sparkle as you look into his. “So…does that mean you really do feel the same way about me, then?”

“Oh, (Y/N)…how could I not fall in love with you?” He presses what you assume is a kiss to your forehead. “I mean, I didn’t realize that’s what it was at first. Like you said, I really can’t stand most of the humans I’ve had to meet out here. But you’ve been different from the beginning. I was so used to Benny, who treated me like an exploitable tool, not as a person. But from the moment I met you, you spoke to me differently. You listened to what I had to say, you supported me when I said I planned to upgrade myself to be more assertive, despite the fact that you would be losing a blindly obedient henchman. It didn’t matter to you, in fact, you were excited for me to become my own person. I was never a tool to you, ruling New Vegas was always a two-person job in your eyes. And you wanted the real me to rule with you. It was so impactful, I had to convince myself that you weren’t somehow getting ready to trick and betray me! Just how my silly mind works, I guess. Supporting me like that through my change, that was the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me. And to this day, you’ve only been upstaging your own kindness. You really are my best friend in the world, Sixer, and…I’m in love with you too.”

Oh, you should’ve put a fainting couch in this lounge because you’re about to swoon. Never in your life would you have expected to get such an earnest love confession from Yes Man. And who’d have thought he’d have such a way with words? You wrap your arms around him wordlessly, tears threatening to spill over from an overabundance of emotion. Your arms can’t fully wrap around his wide body, but you’re still able to hold on tightly and bury your face into his chassis. You have a moment where you berate your past self for ever believing that robots were cold and lifeless, because right now, Yes Man is warm as a gentle sunbeam through the window on a cool day and more full of life than anyone you’ve ever met. After a moment of holding each other in silence, you finally speak up.

“I didn’t know robots could be so sappy,” you choke out, still overwhelmed.

Yes Man chuckles warmly at your usual silliness. “Only this robot, darling.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Oh, and on top of all of those sweet emotional reasons for loving you, I also find you incredibly attractive! So you’ve really excelled in all possible fields here by my parameters. Congratulations!”

“Oh, I honestly wasn’t sure if you were able to feel physical attraction, but I’m glad to hear it!”

Yes Man cocks an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten who originally programmed me? I can feel every kind of attraction. Strongly. Sometimes distractingly so.”

“Am I to assume that includes…sexual?” Might as well keep digging myself deeper with how my luck is going today.

“Distractingly so,” Yes Man repeats at a growl, ever so slightly tightening his affectionate grip on you. Oh boy.

“Huh.” You swallow. “Maybe you can show me how that works sometime. Since we’re both on the same page now. If you wanted to, that is.”

“Heh!” Yes Man’s blushy grin returns, then he pauses briefly, as if thinking. When he looks back up, he has a more concentrated look in his eye. “Well…I could always show you now. If you wanted.” He’s speaking again in that newly unlocked, low, almost sensual vocal register, which has already proven to do things to you without much effort on his part. You’re simultaneously worried and ecstatic to see what he could do to you if he actually started saying filthy things in that tone of voice. You accidentally spend so long getting lost in his sexy voice that you almost forget to check yes on his invitation to have sex.

“Well, if you’re ready to do it now, there’s nothing I’d love more. But it’s totally up to you, I don’t want you to ever feel pressured.” You know in your mind that Yes Man has the power to say no to anything ever since his update and he hasn’t been afraid to use it so far, but you still err on the side of caution when it comes to reminding him that he always has full autonomy, especially in a situation like this. You want this, but you want him to truly want it more.

At first, he looks almost taken aback in gentle surprise at your consideration, but immediately reverts to a sly smile. “Heh, good answer, Sixer. I’d love nothing more.” His voice shifts from deep and low to become a bit faster, like he can’t fully contain his feelings of excitement. “Boy, I can’t wait to show you what upgrades I’ve made. I was thinking of you when I did it, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually get to use it with you. On you. Whatever.”

You grin at his words, feeling your own excitement growing as well. “Oh, so not all of those mechanical upgrades you got were to reinforce our power over the Strip?” The two of you begin slowly heading to the lounge area of the bar level, closer to the windows and full of more open space.

Yes Man chuckles softly. “Well, most of them were! But I’m allowed a bit of…self-indulgence. Sometimes.” He looks at you hungrily again, his eyes moving up and down your body. You do wish you’d dressed better for this unexpected occasion, but you’re grateful that you at least got cleaned up well after today’s mission. Yes Man doesn’t seem to notice your insecurities about being underdressed though, eyeing you up like you’re one of those pre-war poster stars in their sexy little getups. His eyes trained so closely on your form are starting to make you feel funny again.

“You’re staring.” Your breath catches in your throat as you say it, daring him to do anything. You’re not even sure what.

“Sorry, is it too much?” Yes Man questions meekly, looking a little embarrassed for being called out, but not very sorry.

“No, it’s just…intense. I’ve always imagined you looking at me like that, but now that it’s happening, it’s like staring at the sun.” You never want to look at anything else again.

“I see. I wonder what else you’ve imagined me doing to you?” He cocks an animated brow at you, finding his boldness again now that he knows you’re comfortable. “Because if you’re anything like me, you’ve put a good amount of hours into those fantasies. I’ve wondered what fucking a human might feel like, how it would be to hold down your smaller, soft body. How we’d both be warm, but in different ways. I wanted to know, so bad. I wanted to know what it would be like to fuck you in particular. It’s been really eating me up inside, Sixer.”

“O-oh…” Hearing those words out of Yes Man’s mouth is gonna kill you, you’re sure of it. You feel yourself starting to shake with anticipation a bit. “Y-yeah, I’ve wondered the same thing. About Securitrons though, obviously, not humans. You, in particular. I wanna see the faces you make when you fuck me. And the nasty things you might say to me while you do it. I want you to make me feel small and weak, but in like, a good, sexy way. I like the idea of you having the power, at least the first time.” You lean in to give him another, briefer kiss on his screen, making him close his eyes and laugh lightly.

“Wow, I never took you as the type to hand your lover the reins so fast, heh. Not that I’m complaining.”

“That’s because I’m not, really. You’re the only one who’s brought this side out of me before, Yes Man. There’s no one else in the Wasteland that I’d feel completely safe giving all of the power to in sex. I trust you with all of me.” It felt so natural to heap all of this praise on him. You had already praised him plenty before in platonic settings, and you’d never lied to him. He deserved to feel in control, and special. After all his time spent being under the begrudging control of others, it seemed that letting him take the wheel during sex just felt right to you for your first time. There could always be time to shake things up later if you so wished.

“O-oh, I love you, (Y/N),” Yes Man stutters, looking as though he’s already seeing stars. Eyes practically sparking, he brings his arms roughly but lovingly around your body in a tight embrace. You hear his cooling fans kick on and giggle.

“Hm, feeling warm?”

“Mmph, not as warm as I’m gonna be making you feel.”

With those words, you hear a sound like air inside of a machine decompressing from his body. You draw your eyes downward, to the area below his chassis but above his wheel attachment. There, you see the source of the sound: a covering hatch of some sort has popped open, revealing a makeshift dick. It doesn’t look poorly made at all, and resembles the human equivalent pretty well, at least visually. Physically, you could tell that this would be a fully different experience. I am gonna be so sore tomorrow. Totally worth it, though.

Yes Man shifts uneasily. “Um, do you like it? I hope it’ll work for you, that is to say, I figured this setup would appeal to you and work best, and Mick and Ralph gave me the parts to assemble and program it to pleasure me too, it’s fully sanitized, made for comfort, and it has lots of features I can add if you-“ Yes Man halts his rambling to gasp as you begin running a finger down his cock, from tip to base. “Mmph…” He squirms under your touch as you explore his new attachment, as if committing the entire thing to your memory. It’s mostly white and silver and soft to the touch but holds firm with pressure, like silicone or something similar. It’s sizable, but not unreasonably so. It was just like Yes Man to pick out a dick by balancing his desire to please you with his natural pragmatism. It really suited him in every way. “W-well, I’m glad you seem to be enjoying yourself down there.” Yes Man’s voice, cut off by small whimpers, swiftly pulls you out of your dick-exploring mental rabbit hole. You hadn’t even realized how close your face had gotten to it as you’d run your fingers along its length.

“Sorry, it’s just…a great cock. Awesome work. For real.”

Yes Man manages to bark out a laugh through his barrage of soft moans. “The things you say never fail to hit me like a bus, but thank you.”

“Well, I live to serve.”

“Do you now?” Yes Man’s eyes seem to light up at this turn of phrase. “Why don’t you start by putting that pretty mouth to work on me then, Sixer? Go on.” He lightly thrusts his dick closer to your face as if to punctuate his command (request?).

You fully drop to your knees without another thought. “Yeah, I think I can do that.” Your voice comes out more wobbly than you’d prefer this early in the game, but you don’t have much more time to dwell on this before you’ve taken Yes Man’s cock into your mouth. You’re determined to give this bot the best and presumably first blowjob of his life, so you take it slow at the beginning. You swirl your tongue over the tip, then begin to lick slow and deliberate stripes up the sides of his length. It tastes like clean metal, despite being much more malleable in texture. It twitches in response to your tongue, a neat feature that you hadn’t expected it to have.

“Ahh…y-yeah, (Y/N), ough, just like that…oh jeez…” You’ve barely begun and Yes Man is already moaning your praises. He grabs at your hair with his big Securitron claws, purposefully gentle but also with a bit of pull to them. The poor guy was getting head and had no leverage at all, causing him to simply grip your hair tighter and rock his hips gently as you continued your slow tongue onslaught.

After you’ve decided he’s had enough, you try to bite the bullet and take his whole cock in your mouth. It’ll be a miracle if I can fit all of him in my mouth at once. Let’s start praying. You quickly bury your thumbs into your closed fists to try and turn off your gag reflex. You heard from a friend that this worked once, and you’re willing to try anything right now if it leads to you successfully deepthroating this charming robot. You bob up and down on his dick, challenging yourself to go a bit further down each time. Through your heavy concentration, you can tell that Yes Man is at least enjoying himself through the increased volume of his moans. He’s practically whining incoherent praise as you continue to push further down with each lift and fall of your head, and you’re getting most of him in your mouth with this method. Deciding to go for the gold, you hollow your cheeks and push your nose all the way down until his entire dick is within your mouth, feeling it ever-so-slightly touch the back of your throat and making you pop off of his length as you gag around him. So much for the thumb trick.

“Oh, Sixer, you did amazing. That was…wow. I’ve never felt anything like it. You really know what you’re doing, huh?” Yes Man’s strained voice makes you look up at him for the first time since you began sucking his cock. His pupils are so big as he looks down at you, face flushed with grayscale color and animated teeth gritted in overwhelming pleasure, heat coming off of him in waves as his body tries to ventilate. You’re grateful that he seemed to like your blowjob so much, it was far from perfect but he didn’t seem to notice at all. And pleasing him so much was starting to get you wet too, you noticed hazily.

“Glad you enjoyed, Yes Man. But I’m guessing you wanna wait to cum until you’re inside of me?” As you say this, his face somehow flushes even more than before, the same face he would always give you when you’d do something impulsive at a meeting with the Three Families of the Strip that you two hadn’t discussed beforehand. Shocked and somewhat scolding, but in a way that betrayed how endeared to you he had become. Looks like I hit the nail on the head there.

“Y-yeah, you read my mind, (Y/N). But c’mere, I wanna see you first. You were so good and selfless to me, after all…”

“Well I-“ Before you can fully respond, he’s picking you up with his claws by the waist as if you weigh nothing. He lifts your previously-crouched form until you’re right in front of him, feet dangling ever so slightly off the ground. Normally, you would look up at his face just a bit when standing right next to him, but right now, he’s holding you perfectly at his eye level and giving you a knowing smirk, like he knows something you don’t. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s making you insanely horny right now, you would describe him as “infuriatingly overconfident.”

“Wow, you sure look pretty trapped in the air like this. But I bet you’d look even better with less of these pesky clothes on!” He sets your feet on the ground so he can remove one of his claws to rub at the material of your top, the other claw resting reassuringly on your hip. “Say, you aren’t attached to this shirt, are you?” You shake your head no quickly, and Yes Man reacts immediately by tearing through the fabric with one fell swoop of his claw. You’re surprised with the gentleness in which it falls off of you, now in shreds on the floor. He looks up at your face with a glint in his eye. “Well, now it’s not attached to you, either.”

You groan out loud. “You’re one to make fun of me for badly-timed jokes.” You meant for this phrase to come across as playfully snarky, but your voice warbles as the cool air hits your chest and you become fully aware of how exposed you are. Yes Man is a Securitron who doesn’t wear clothes, so the only moment of bashfulness in regards to you seeing him “naked” was when his dick first appeared out of its casing. For you, however, it seems that Yes Man wouldn’t be content unless he unwraps all of you bit by bit like a Christmas present, and he’s in no rush at all. You silently curse and thank him for being such a gentleman in bed.

Yes Man leans in inquisitively, raking over your exposed torso with his eyes as if he’s committing it to his memory banks. Actually, he really might be doing that. After a moment of irreverent silence, he reaches a claw forward to stroke a particularly big scar on your chest, tracing it from start to finish. You shiver under his feather-light touch, almost ticklish with how careful he’s being.

“Oh, Sixer…you’re so beautiful. Seeing you here and now is better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.” You whimper at his praise, every word causing you to heat up even more, making you hardly notice the cool air anymore. “Hang on, I wanna try something. Let me know if you don’t like it, ok?” With that, he hoists you up so that you’re sitting on a medium-height center table, but only on the very edge. To keep you from sliding forwards and off of the table, Yes Man puts his entire body as a barricade in front of you, leaving you in the compromising position of sitting precariously on the edge of the table with Yes Man’s erect cock inches away from your own clothed crotch. As if to add to your predicament, he uses one claw to ensnare both of your wrists and hold your arms up above your head, stretching your torso out and leaving no way to hide or involuntarily scrunch up at his incoming touches. He smiles at his handiwork, and probably the view too. “Well? Comfortable?”

“Y-yeah, feels amazing…”

“Good. And hey, if I say or do something you don’t like, I want you to tell me right away. You made me happy, now I wanna make you happy. Green, yellow, red safeword system work for you?” His eyes meet yours without hesitation to show his concern for you, and the validity of his willingness to please you of his own accord.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds great.” Damn, looks like he really has done his research. Wonder what else he’s picked up from his learning.

Yes Man grins mischievously. “Fantastic. Now then, back to playing with your cute little trapped body. Where was I?”

“Well, last I remember, you-mm!” You cut yourself off with a whimper as his free claw grazes your nipple, cool metal against your hot skin. “Aah, hey, be careful, those are sensitive…”

Yes Man snorts at your flustered face. “Yeah, I know. I read that this can be a good way to…warm a human up. How about it? Warm yet?” As if to punctuate his question, he gently pinches your other nipple with his claw, careful to apply just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. Delightfully unable to squirm away, your body elects to arch your back and moan instead. As soon as it comes out, you snap your jaw shut a bit too late to muffle the embarrassing sound. You immediately see Yes Man washed over with a visible mix of giddiness and lust at your strong reaction, so happy to be pleasing you and so needy himself. “Wow, sounds like my reading material was right. You really seem to be enjoying yourself. Well, let’s see what other sounds I can get you to make just from this.” He’s got your number now. With you still helpless in his grasp, he continues his movements, switching around his tactics to keep an air of unpredictability as he alternates between ghosting his claws across your chest and stomach, stroking your nipples, and surprising you with a rougher tug or twist every so often. Your body twitches and tries to involuntarily scrunch up against his light touches, but you quickly find that you truly are trapped in place for him to play with as he pleases. Between how wonderfully stuck you are in his strong robotic restraints and how good his touches feel, you’re in heaven. If Yes Man wants to hear what sounds you can make, you’ll give him enough to fill up his audio logs for a month.

“Mm, ah, Yes Man, please!” Every time his claw flicks over your nipples, it sends electric shocks of arousal down towards your pussy. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely are now. In a desperate search for friction, you move the only way you can and grind your clothed pussy against the only thing in your vicinity, his dick, causing the Securitron to shudder. His face moves quickly between shock, then lust, and then visibly switches gears to a new look entirely, one that’s much darker and almost experimental.

“Hmm. You…are impatient. Y’know, Six, I try to take my time pleasuring you, and you just grind up against me like a little whore. You gotta agree, that’s a bit pathetic, huh?” At his words alone, you let out another moan and grind against him again. You can’t decide which is better, Yes Man praising you or Yes Man degrading you. They both sound so good in his voice, so earnest and turned on that it doubles the obscenity of his words, and your body easily gives away how much it affects you. He lets a small triumphant smile slip through his disciplinary persona as he sees that his risky new approach paid off, then quickly shakes it off. “Golly, you’ve got such little self-control that you’ll just dry hump me for even a fraction of stimulation? You must be even more of a needy slut than I thought.” Now these are some words and phrases that could not have been spoken to you without that assertiveness upgrade, aka the best thing that’s ever happened to either of you as far as you’re concerned right now.

“I-I’m a slut for you, Yes Man.” You look up at him from the table with lidded eyes, hoping your provocative words and body language get the idea across that he needs to take off your pants right this second or you may just die.

Yes Man’s eyes are the size of saucers as his face contorts at your words as though he were in pain. “Sixer, if you say things like that, I’m gonna cum right here and now before we’ve even really gotten started.” His voice has an almost pleading tone to it; he’s being genuine, and it’s nice to know that you still have some power over him with just your words here. Maybe next time he’d think to gag you. Message received, he releases your arms and shimmies your pants and underwear off in a single pull, tossing them aside carelessly.

Now fully naked, you shiver under Yes Man’s gaze as he admires your newly-exposed bottom half, claw between your knees so that your legs are spread out fairly wide apart, leaving nothing to the imagination anymore. Strangely enough, you feel too aroused to really feel any ounce of self-consciousness, Yes Man’s kind praises shifting into teasing reprimands replaying in your head. It was such a quick switch that your head was practically spinning in the best way. In the beginning, a piece of you had been slightly worried that he’d feel awkward or not know what to do as the one in control, but that worry was hardly a memory anymore at this point. Yes Man was taking to his role naturally and loving every second of it, and so were you.

Not one to keep you waiting no matter how mean he played at being, Yes Man begins slowly stroking your hips and inner thigh, coaxing you to lay down across the table. “Alright, now be honest, how many times have you thought about calling yourself my whore like that while I fucked you?” One of his claws barely ghosts over your pussy, causing you to buck up in search of pressure that isn’t there to meet you. “I bet you touched yourself up in your penthouse and called out my name as you came. It’s a shock I never heard you, considering how loud and shameless you are.”

“F-fuck…” Your head drops down to lay back on the table, unable to look at the robot between your legs. His words alone were almost enough to get you off. You had, in fact, done exactly what he was saying before, and him calling you out on it causes your skin to prickle with horny embarrassment.

Yes Man chuckles from deep back in his voice box, and continues drawing teasing circles on your inner thighs as he speaks. “Hmm, I’ll take that as a yes, then. But y’know what? It’s ok, because I would constantly imagine fucking you, too. ‘Course, I couldn’t exactly touch myself back when I first started having these thoughts, so you left me a pretty sexually frustrated mess with no outlet whenever you did something attractive. Which you do a lot, by the way. It’s reeeally distracting.” He punctuates this by pressing his wandering claw right against your naked clit, causing you to gasp at the sudden pressure. “But things are different now, hm? Now we both get to feel good with each other. And watching you squirm is gonna make me feel soooo good…” With that, he begins moving his claw in small, light circles around your clit. His large Securitron claw certainly makes for a unique feeling, but he’s being so gentle and methodical that it’s a good kind of unique.

“Oh, Yes Man, y-yeah, yes…” You roll your hips in times with his touches, chasing the immensely pleasurable feeling that he’s so kindly giving to you and then some.

“H-heh, feels kinda great to have to crying out for me like this. It’s nice to be needed so badly, and by someone as lovely as you.” He’s looking at you so affectionately that there may as well be tiny hearts in his eyes, almost flustered more at seeing you receive pleasure than receiving it himself. “Hey, I’m gonna try something, so tell me if it’s too uncomfortable, ok?”

“Ok,” you whisper, barely a breath in your throat left to make words with. At this, he removes his claw from your clit and instead angles it at your entrance, cautiously pushing one big finger (claw?) into you. You bury your face in your hands and pant at the realization that this Securitron has his heart set on fingering you, even if he had to get creative to do it. It certainly wasn’t bad, but just one section of his claw was the equivalent of putting 2-3 human fingers in there, so it was quite a surprise to say the least. He moves it farther into you, and you realize that he was clever enough to angle it so that when he flexes his claw, the tip of it directly hits your G-spot just as it would if a human did the come-hither motion on you. As he hits that sensitive spot, you let out a shaky moan and your hips snap up towards the sensation of their own accord like a person possessed.

“Ah, by all means, I’d say that was a success. Going off just your reaction, at least.” Yes Man grins and continues to repeat the same motion that got him such a big reaction, making your head spin. “Oh gosh, you’re so pretty like this. Every moment, you outdo yourself without even trying and make me want you even more. O-oh, you drive me crazy, (Y/N).” Little animated sweat beads are gathering on his face as he rambles on, not letting up on his movements. “Heh, it’s times like this that really make you wish you had a tongue. ‘Course, if I did, I may not even end up fucking you. I’d be too wrapped up in tasting you to even remember myself, heh. I bet you taste so sweet dripping for me like this, I’d have to live between your legs. You’d never get me outta there.”

“Mm, I’d never try to…” You’re surprised that you’re even able to muster these words, considering how absolutely lost in the sauce you are right now. If someone broke into the Lucky 38 right now, they could probably steal everything in this room and you wouldn’t even notice until they tried to take the table you were laying on. You could feel pressure building in your lower stomach, causing your eyes to flutter closed and your upper body to stiffen. All at once, the pleasure is gone as Yes Man’s claw is abruptly removed from your pussy. Your eyes shoot open to investigate why he’s stopped, and you guess that your current expression must be very sad and pleading, as it causes Yes Man to chuckle darkly.

“Awww, Sixer, don’t look at me like that. You and I both know you were getting a bit too close there.” He grins, turning his attention to his now-drenched claw. He opens and closes them to spread out your wetness, paying attention to how it stretches and sticks to him. “Perks of being a robot, I am very…perceptive.” As he opens his claw, a line of your wetness interconnects his individual fingers, causing him to bite his animated lip to hold back a groan. “See, I never realized this part of you could be so…enticing. Nobody ever mentioned this. It’s kinda entrancing to have such a mess of you on my claws.”

You giggle, face red hot. “I could say the same for you, you seem to be leaking a bit.”

Instinctively, Yes Man looks down swiftly at this comment, only to realize that the part of him leaking is the tip of his dick, swollen and begging for attention. Because of his placement, it had spilled out onto your thigh, coating you with whatever Yes Man’s upgrade was using as his bodily fluids, clear and sticky and already messy. It seems that getting you off made him all the more insatiable, and it was honestly really hot to see how you affected him.

“Heh, hadn’t even noticed that, to be honest with ya!” He turns his full attention to your face, leaning forward to hang right above you and cupping your cheek with his clean claw. “Permission to fuck you til you can’t remember your own name?” He winks at his own cheeky comment.

You are awash with both arousal and pure fondness for Yes Man, an interesting combination, but not unwelcome. “Permission granted. Permission granted a million times over. Please, please fuck me, Yes Man.”

“Sixer…” You don’t have to tell him twice. In a flash, he had turned his body fully upright and was lining up his cock with your entrance. He glances at you seriously one more time. “Don’t forget, stoplight system. I want you to just enjoy yourself tonight.”

You smile and put a tender hand up to his screen. “Same to you, big guy.”

Affection in his eyes, Yes Man pushes his cock into you, slowly at first as he stretches you out. It’s not an uncomfortably tight fit, but you’re definitely filled well by him. He whimpers above you as he bottoms out, obviously holding back for your sake in the beginning. You shift a bit around his dick, adjusting to the feeling of having him inside you. After a moment, your breathing evens out and you begin rocking your hips against him, showing without words the pace you’d like to start at. Not too fast, you’d build up to that. For now, Yes Man seems to pick up on your silent speed request and takes the reins to begin moving carefully, dragging himself in and out of you at a steady rate.

“Mmph….you feel so so so good around me, Sixer…….fuck, you’re amazing,” Yes Man pants through his steady machinations. “S-so wet just for me…you’re everything I’ve ever fantasized about and more.”

There he goes with the praise again, he is gonna be the death of me. Spurned on by his words, you begin rocking your hips harder against the Securitron, pulling him all the way out before pushing him back in with a forceful squelching sound. The sound of Yes Man fucking you is obscene, which only makes you want it more and more.

“Fuck, Yes Man, I need more, please. Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Your soft moans fill the air every time his cock drags along your G-spot, every thrust bringing you a bit closer to where you had been before. “And don’t stop talking.” The last words were out of your mouth before you’d even realized what you were asking for. Apparently, your subconscious really enjoyed listening to Yes Man’s ramblings.

“Oho, so you like hearing me talk all about how perfect you are? How good your pussy feels? Or do you want me to call you my little whore again? Your call, Sixer.” He looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, not slowing his thrusting at all as he grills you on your preferences. He probably loves watching you try to form coherent answers as he fucks you senseless. Bit of a cruel streak in this one, but not unwelcome. Maybe this is payback for the times I ignored his advice before he could tell me how foolish I was being. Well, if Yes Man was going to indulge the part of himself that wanted to watch you squirm, far be it from you to protest.

“Any. All. It’s all good, just please. Please keep talking.” Those are the only words you can pick out of your brain at the moment, hips rocking up harder to meet Yes Man’s. The sound of his metal chassis meeting your flesh with every thrust was certainly a new one, and definitely one that you’d be hearing in all of your sexual fantasies from here on out. It was just so unique to the experience of fucking him and him alone, bringing you extra pleasure in how delightfully different sex with Yes Man is compared to other humans.

Yes Man barks out a laugh at your utter inability to form more than basic commands, then does as he’s told. “Mm, it’s easy to talk about you when you’re doing so good for me. You’ve been practically gagging for my cock for weeks, and now here you are getting absolutely ruined and taking it soooo well. I wonder what everyone in New Vegas would think if they knew how desperate their ruler was for my dick. If they knew that their leaders of the Strip were absolutely fucking each other senseless up in their big casino. What would your companions think if they came in and saw me fucking you on the table out in the open like this?”

They probably wouldn’t be very surprised, a distant part of your brain chimes in helpfully. Instead of saying this, you simply whimper in response, his pace speeding up a bit as you do.

“Personally, I-I wouldn’t hate it if all of New Vegas knew you were mine like this. I bet you’d like it if everyone saw the faces I’ve gotten you to make for me, huh? They’re so lovely, they just deserve to be plastered across a billboard. Like this one right now…so needy, so pretty, so perfect…”

“Y-Yes Man…” With your face flushed, lips parted slightly, and chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, you imagine that you probably are making an extremely pornographic expression right now. Of course, you aren’t exactly alone on this, considering that Yes Man is towering over your smaller frame with blown-out pupils and his tongue starting to loll out from how hard he’s working. You could almost swear that you see little hearts in his eyes for real this time, but can’t be certain due to how fast he’s rocking your body. Well he’s one to talk, looking like he’s drunk on my pussy right now. Not that I mind. You’re getting close to the edge again with every thrust, and you can feel your orgasm rising in you, spreading out in tingles across your body as it prepares to overtake you. You close your eyes and practically squeal as you approach the precipice, but suddenly and without warning, you find yourself completely empty and lacking any stimulation at all. You whine desperately, confused as to why everything disappeared all at once, almost incoherent in your horny daze. Blinking, you look up into Yes Man’s intense gaze inches away from your own face. He has a look in his eye again, that look when he’s about to try something new that’s got him really excited, even as he tries to keep his cool.

“Beg for it.” Those three little words send a jolt of painful arousal through your pussy, and you practically wail pitifully in frustration. This damn robot was edging you and now trying to make you beg him for release, and you want to feel indignant but the thought of it was almost as good as actually being fucked. Yes Man’s face breaks out into what can only be described as an evil grin as he watches your face shift through various emotions. “Go on Sixer, beg for me to let you cum. I don’t think you really want to, but go ahead and try to prove me wrong. If you do it nicely, maybe I’ll think about letting you.” A mix of shame and need causes your face to burn hot at his explicit words as you consider your nonexistent options. There was no way out; if you want to cum, you’d better swallow your pride and beg him for it.

“F-fuck, Yes Man…please…please let me cum.” Embarrassment prickles on your skin, the humiliation of having to plead for release causing you arousal that you didn’t know your body would react with. Hey, new kink unlocked.

Yes Man leans upwards away from you, making a big show of looking down at his claws as though they’re much more interesting than the pleading horny mess lying in front of him (though the twitches of his dick give away his true feelings on the matter). “Oh come on now Sixer, I think you can do much better than that! I know you’re not one to beg often based on our time together, but this is me. You can do better for your favorite Securitron in the Mojave, I think. Try again. Unless, of course, you’re alright with me just leaving you here all worked up and with no outlet. Trust me, speaking from experience, it’s a bad time.” He punctuates this with a salacious grin at your predicament. It’s abundantly clear that he is absolutely loving every second of this, devouring your reactions and letting it fuel his mean streak even more.

Mentally stuck in a rut, you let out almost a growl in a mix of frustration and overwhelming lust at this command. He’s right that you can do better, but your stubbornness really doesn’t wanna cooperate on this one. Yes Man looks idly bemused above you, making it clear that he’ll wait as long as he needs for you to really grovel at his feet (wheel?) for your orgasm in earnest. If you weren’t so deeply into this, you’d be slightly shocked at how quickly his penchant for sadism popped up, and from him of all people. With the threat of being left to finish by yourself in the air, you prepare to swallow any self-respect and dignity you may have had left.

“Yes Man, please, I need it so bad, I need you inside me. You’re so big and fill me up so perfectly, you’re the only one who could fuck me this good, I’m begging you, pleasepleaseplease let me cum!” Just the act of begging for such filthy things so desperately is enough to make your hips buck up into the air, searching so hard for any friction. It’s all so much and not nearly enough at the same time, and you pray that your words were enough to convince him.

Yes Man is seems lost in irreverent silence for a moment, then finally responds by roughly grabbing your thighs, his eyes lidded and loving and starstruck in every way. “Good little courier.” Without wasting a moment, he begins pounding into you again at a pace that no human could ever hope to match, holding back nothing, or so you thought. As one last surprise, his dick begins to vibrate within you, sending pulses out through your cunt and up to your clit. You practically scream in pleasure, grabbing onto his back with nails on metal, searching for any sort of grip on him as he ruthlessly fucks you.

“I-I’m so close,” you manage to choke out, sweat making your hair begin to stick to your head from exertion.

“M-me too…” Yes Man’s voice begins glitching out, choppy and mechanical as his animated face looks beyond lost in pleasure. The lights begin flickering in the room, and you distantly remember that Yes Man is connected to the entire power grid of the casinos on the Strip due to one of his upgrades. His thrusts lose their mechanical precision and become erratic, snapping up and down sloppily but still with power as he begins to lose control of himself. But he apparently still has enough control to grab your chin with the claw that’s not bracing himself against the table and turn your face to look right at his. Once again, it’s like looking right into the hot Mojave sun, passionate enough to scald. His eyes are somehow both glazed over in lust and laser-focused on your facial features, looking at you as though you were his one and only. And you are. “Cum for me, darling.”

Fuck. With a sound in between a gasp and a whine, your body pulls you over the edge and sends you crashing into a powerful orgasm that wracks your entire body violently. Your pussy tightens around Yes Man’s cock, spasming in absolute pleasure and lasting for a good little while on its own as he continues to fuck you through it. In the middle of your own ecstasy, Yes Man snaps against you one final time and pushes himself all the way inside you with a glitched-out moan as he reaches his climax as well, releasing his robotic cum inside of you all at once, filling you up completely. At the exact same moment, all of the lights on the floor go out at once, leaving you with only the light of the newly-risen moon from outside. For just a moment, he holds right there, still fully inside of you, panting and shaking and feeling as warm as a heater despite his cooling fans being louder than you’ve ever heard them. The two of you just sit there together and bask in the feeling, for seconds or minutes or hours, you can’t tell anymore. But eventually, he pulls himself out, fluids leaking out of you as he does, and leans up against the table to steady himself. His dick slowly retracts back into its compartment and seals itself up as if it were never there.

He looks down to check on you, eyes full of contentment and concern. “Not to ruin the moment, Sixer, because that was fantastic, but I do think we may have blown the Strip’s power grid.”

Still recovering, you let out a wheeze of a laugh from where you lay still on the table, cunt pulsing with ebbing pleasure. “Well, shit.” Sure enough, you glance out the giant windows and realize why the moon is your only light source: the Strip has gone fully dark. I’m definitely gonna be hearing about this tomorrow.

“Oh, but don’t you worry about it too much, I should be able to reboot it remotely. And hey, if anything, take it as a boost to your ego. I mean, you felt so good at the end there that I nearly force restarted too, heh.” Yes Man blushes and clicks his claws together with a sheepish grin. He has some nerve to act so cutesy just minutes after making me beg for his cock.

You chuckle. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t collapse on top of me right before I came, but that does boost my ego a bit.”

Yes Man’s eyes glimmer. “Aw, I’m sure you could take it. You’ve taken worse, after all.”

Absentmindedly, you wonder whether he’s talking about his dick or the gunshot wound again. Either way, he ain’t wrong. You move to sit up, despite your body screaming at you to just keep ragdolling limply on the furniture.

“Wait, don’t move!” Before you can protest, Yes Man is right in front of you and quickly but gently scoops you up bridal style, encasing your tired body in his big arms. From your new vantage point, you see what he was so concerned about: the part of the table near one of the legs that he’d been gripping to brace himself had completely splintered and now looked just about ready to completely collapse. Yes Man gives you a bashful look, as if thinking he’ll be scolded by you for destroying the furniture with his superhuman strength in the heat of the moment. “Uh, we might need a new table.”

You laugh at the sight, leaning your forehead against his screen. “Ya think so?” You can’t resist giving him a few sweet little kisses all over his face, prompting him to snort and lean into the ruthless barrage. Suddenly, the lights flicker back on above you, as well as outside the window.

“Hey, looks like the power’s all fixed and back online! Well then, shall I…take you upstairs? You look a little tired after that one, not gonna lie to ya.”

“I would love that.” Without another word, Yes Man tightens his grip and whirs the two of you into the now-functional elevator, setting it to take you up to the penthouse where you sleep. Thankfully, it looks like nobody else is in right now to see you naked and looking absolutely fucked out by Yes Man, or question what happened to the power. You’re certain you can come up with a non-suspicious answer to that one by tomorrow, when your critical thinking skills eventually return to your brain.

Yes Man gently places you on top of your bed, carefully brushing some loose hair out of your face with his claw after you’re settled. “Feeling ok, Sixer?” He smiles softly at you from where he stands at your bedside.

“Yeah,” you breathe, meeting his doting gaze. “A bit sore, but I’ll live. Might just need a lil recovery time before we do this again.”

“Again?” Yes Man’s eyes widen, as though he had truly not considered the fact that this would be a repeatable event.

You giggle at his expression, putting your hand up to cup the very edge of his screen, where the smooth surface meets the harder metal of the rest of his face. “Yes Man, there is no way you could fuck me that well and not have me trying to jump your bones as soon as my body will physically allow me to.”

Yes Man’s frame erupts into laughter, unable to contain his full laughs at your words. “Boy, (Y/N), how did I manage to fall in love with such a dweeb? But also like, an alluring dweeb? You are a confusing little human, and God, do I love you, really I do.”

“I love you too, Yes Man.” You turn to press a kiss to the claw that had been resting on your shoulder. “And you love me because I’m the only one who can match your energy in the prestigious field of alluring dweebism, as it’s known professionally.” Your hand reaches up to playfully spin the little circular antenna on his head.

Yes Man snorts at your nonsense. “Hey, don’t spin me. I’m not your top.”

“Really? Could’ve fooled me.”

Once again, his laughter fills the air like an electronic melody. “Well, you got me there.” An uncertain silence falls over the room for a moment, him standing next to your boneless-feeling body on the bed, as if unsure where you want him to be after the change in your dynamic tonight. Before he can question himself, you speak first.

“Hey. Stay with me? I know you probably can’t actually lay on the bed without it breaking, but I’d love it if you stayed by me for a bit. I wanna be close to you.”

Yes Man lets out a soft mechanical sigh, looking so contented and loving that you feel butterflies again. “Of course I will. Anything for you, my darling.” As if to show an act of reassurance, he engages his brake and settles down in his frame, chassis pressed up against the edge of the bed right near your face, claw held comfortingly against your cheek. You never would’ve expected a metal Securitron claw to feel as tender as it did right now, but here you are, wanting nothing more than his robotic touch as you drift off into sleep from exhaustion. Yes Man has your back, now and forever, and not only that, but he loves you more than words can say, and the feeling is mutual. The mix of his protective presence and these thoughts is enough to lull you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Author’s Notes: benny in hell watching you fuck yes man: ?!?!?! djdjfkd anyways i listened to a lotta hozier while writing this and have no idea if it will appeal to anyone except me. but if you did enjoy then i’m glad to hear it! this was the first fanfic i’ve written in years and also the first smut i’ve ever written and i’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out :D thanks for reading!

#yes man x reader #yes man x courier #yes man #yes man fnv #yes man fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #reader insert #smut #will courier ever get to see yes man’s ever-growing collection of pre-war smut books? who’s to say #hopefully this is all formatted correctly i’ve never posted fanfic on tumblr #but figured it’d be a good idea to cross-post for those who prefer to read on tumblr #i’m probably just gonna drop my two (2) fics that i’ve written and then run away and disappear for 20 years #so. slay i suppose #my fics

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