#and then after cruz pulls back--which makes it better to me

[alotofpockets]

Last resort | Leslie Shay

Pairing: Leslie Shay x Firefighter!Reader Reader pronouns used: she/her Summary: Chief Boden orders everyone to evacuate the building, will you follow his orders when you hear a baby crying? Masterlist | Chicago Fire masterlist | Words: 2.1K

It had been a quiet day at 51, you were playing cards with the rest of squad 3 when the alarms went off, signaling all units to move to an apartment fire. You jumped up and ran to the truck, kicking your shoes off and stepping into your boots. You pulled the pants up, the suspenders over your shoulders, and hopped in your seat. Squad was the first to pull out of the firehouse. Severide taps away on his tablet, “Okay, squad, listen up. The fire is fully evolved. We’ll be the first company on scene, let’s work quickly. When we’re on scene we have to move fast. Let’s wait on Bodens orders, y/l/n you’re with Cruz, Tony with Capp, and Mills you’re with me. Do you copy?” You all let him know that you copy him and mentally prepare for the call you’re about to have.

When you arrive at the scene you can immediately tell that it’s bad. “Alright, people, let’s go to work.” Boden says over the radio. “Truck 81,  primary search on the first floor, Squad 3 you take the second and third. Engine, I want a line on the first floor and raise the aerial in case it’s needed. Ambulance 61, set up triage. Let’s go, people.” You look to Kelly to hear which floor you have to go to. “Cruz, y/l/n, second floor. The rest with me to the third.”

Once arrived on the second floor, you and Cruz go door to door. The fire has already reached this floor too, so you have to kick in all the doors to check for people that might’ve passed out from the smoke. Cruz takes the north wall and you take the south of the massive hallway. You kick in another door and yell, “Fire department, call out.” Into the room. You hear a man call out, “Over here.” They hid in the bathroom. You help them stand up and walk them back to the stairwell. They seemed to be doing fine, so you urged them to walk down by themselves, making sure to tell them to get checked out at triage. When you walk back you see Cruz helped an elderly woman to the stairs as well. “Need a hand?” You ask. He shakes his hand, “No, keep going, I’ve got this one.” So, you do, door after door, you search the room. A lot of the apartments are empty already, people that weren’t home or that walked downstairs at the first sign of something wrong, you were glad there weren’t a lot of people because the smoke started to get thicker and the flames bigger. Cruz was already back kicking in doors as well, when you heard Boden’s voice over the radio. “Attention all units, five more minutes and then I want everybody out.” You look over at the many doors you have yet to check and speed up your pace. 

It hadn’t even been five minutes yet when the next order came over the radio. “Attention all units, I’m calling it. Everybody out!” You hate leaving all these rooms unchecked, but you knew that Boden was right, the fire was strong. You followed Cruz towards the stairs when you heard a faint cry that stopped you in your tracks. When you heard it again, it sounded like a little kid. You had to make a decision, follow orders, or try to save the child. Against your better judgment you turn around and take off in the direction of the cries, leaving Cruz behind. The crying gets louder the further that you walk down the hallway, meaning that you are getting closer.

Cruz walks out the door and takes his mask off to take a deep breath. He sees the rest of 51  standing behind Boden, all looking in his direction. Boden is quick to speak up, “Cruz, where is y/l/n?” Cruz looks around thinking you were right behind him this whole time. “She was right behind me.” He says in disbelief, already putting his mask back on. “Cruz, stand down. I can’t let anyone back in.” He reaches for his radio. “Y/l/n, report. I want you out of this building, right now.” You hear his request on the radio, but ignore it as you’re kicking in the door that you hear the crying coming from. The fire has already made it through the ceiling of the living room, you crouch down making your way over to the crying. When you reach an open bedroom door you find the crying baby. He was lying in the arms of a woman laying on the floor. You quickly check for a pulse, you’re relieved when you feel a regular heartbeat, she must have passed out from all the smoke that was filling the room. “Y/l/n, report.” You hear over the radio again, worry now present in his voice. You don’t have time to respond as you hear a voice coming from underneath the bed. “Is mommy okay?” You look under and find a girl who can’t be more than three years old. Your heart sinks, how were you going to get all three of them out, with the fire getting stronger and stronger. Setting aside your worries, you pull her out from under the bed. “Mommy is okay, the smoke just made her really sleepy, that’s all.” You take the young girl by the hand and pick up the baby, to move them to the bathroom where you’d all have some more room to breathe. “I’m going to get your mommy now. I will be right back, I promise.” You sit down next to the mom, feeling her pulse once again. Still a steady heartbeat. You reach for your radio. “Chief.” You take a deep breath before speaking again. “Chief, is Leslie with you?” Chief Boden ushers Shay closer. “She’s standing next to me. What's going on?” Shay shares a worried look with him. “Leslie, baby, are you there?” You hear her respond with a shaky voice. “Yes, the line is open, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” - “I love you so much, but I have to try. I just wanted to let you know that I love you, in case I..” She interrupts you, “Don’t say it, you come back to me okay. I love you, please come back to me.” It breaks your heart to hear her like this. “I’ll try my best, I promise.”

You grab the bedsheet and drag the mom towards the bathroom where you left the kids. Once inside you take off your mask. The little girl is crying, you take off your glove and wipe away the tears. “I know it’s scary, but I’m here to help. My name is y/n, what about you?” Between sobs she tells you that her name is Mila. “Okay, Mila, let’s get you all out of here.” You take off your oxygen tank and your coat, before you turn the water on in the bath, drowning the bedsheets. “Mila, honey, come here. I’m going to wrap this around you, okay? And then I want you to climb on my back.” The girl nods. You were trying to create some sort of carrier with the sheet that would hold both Mila and her little brother, so that your hands were free for their mom.” Once you had Mila attached to your back, you picked up the baby and wrapped him to your front. “I’m going to put my coat back over you okay, I want you to be very still and hold on to me, okay honey?” You button up the coat so that both the kids are safe from the fire. With the remaining part of the bedding you wrap up the mom’s body, making sure that she has some kind of protection from the flames before you pick her up and take one last breath of oxygen from your mask, since you had to leave it behind. 

The fire had spread through more parts of the apartment, but there was no going back now. You went around as much fire as possible and jumped through the ones you couldn’t go around. To your surprise you made it to the stairs. You hold the mom close as you decent, quick but careful. The smoke was really starting to get to you, but you couldn’t stop, you made a promise to Mila and you intend on keeping it. 

Outside the team was watching the building, hoping and praying that you would walk out of the door. They didn’t believe their eyes when they saw you exit the building, everyone running your way. Kelly takes the woman out of your arms and lays her down on the stretcher from one of the paramedics. You fall to your knees from coughing so much. Leslie sits down with you trying to calm down your breathing, while Cruz tries to help you up, but you push him off. Between coughs you manage to say, “The kids.” - “We can’t go back in, y/l/n. It’s too dangerous.” You shake your head and open your coat, revealing the improvised baby carrier. You shake off your coat to reveal a second child. Once your teammates take the kids from you to get checked out. Dawson is by your side with an oxygen mask, you eagerly put it over your face and take some deep breaths. “You scared me so much, please never do that again.” Leslie says hugging you tight. 

Chief Boden steps your way. “You did good, y/l/n.” He says. “Get yourself checked out at the hospital, you took in a lot of smoke.” You nod in agreement. Dawson steps up to Boden, “Can Shay and I take her? I know Shay won’t want to leave her side right now.” Boden agrees to let them take you and will let dispatch know that ambulance 61 is out of order for the time being. 

The doctors do some tests, they all go well and you are cleared to start duty right away. Dawson drives the ambulance back to the firehouse where your teammates gather as soon as they hear you pull up. You step out of the back with Leslie, as soon as they see you they’re all relieved to see you’re doing so well. “I’m all good, don’t worry guys.” You walk up to the Chief. “I got cleared for duty, Sir. I did have to leave some of my gear behind, though.” Boden nods, “We’ve got some spare tanks and masks, don’t worry about it. Glad to have you back.” Once Boden walks away you turn your attention back to the team, they all give you a hug or pat on the back. Luckily the rest of the day was slow, just a couple small calls, so you were able to catch your breath a bit more. 

After a night of uninterrupted sleep, you join the team for breakfast. Mills cooked, and it was delicious as always. Boden ordered an inventory check on all the vehicles, so that’s where you headed next. You were crouched down checking equipment when you heard people walking outside. “Mommy, I see her!” You turn around at the familiar voice. Mila comes running up to you and jumps into your arms. “Hi Mila.” You hug her tight, seeing them here meant so much. Since another ambulance company treated them, you didn’t know how they were doing. Mila lets go after a while remembering something. “We made you cookies.” You smile at the little girl, you had only seen her scared on the scene, which made seeing her so cheerful now even more happy. She pulls you over to her mom who was talking with Leslie and Chief Boden. “Hi, I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You say extending your hand. Instead of shaking your hand she goes in for a hug. “I’m sorry.” She says while stepping back. “Shaking your hand didn’t seem enough, you saved my life.” She looks down at her kids and adds, “Their lives. I owe you everything.” You smile at her, “No need to apologize, and of course, I was just doing my job.” The woman shakes her head, “Everyone that I have talked to has said that you went above and beyond for us. So, thank you. Thank you so much.” Hearing back from the people that you saved was so special. Knowing that you’re the reason they are able to stand right in front of you. “Do you have some time to stick around? I would love to show Mila the trucks, if she’d like.” Mila was already nodding her head enthusiastically, “Please, Mommy.” 

Your girlfriend was watching you in awe as you posed for pictures with Mila on your lap behind the steering wheel of the Squad truck. While Chief Boden was proudly watching you interact with the family that you saved. 

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[toomuchracket]

omg d word matty coming back from like an event to urs (maybe a bit after the angst/age gap sitch) and he’s a bit drunk tbh and he’s just mumbling about how he’s so scared of fucking it up with u. like he’s still lowkey worried he’s messed it up completely after pulling the whole ghosting u thing and ur just there reassuring him for the millionth time n running ur hands thru his hair whilst he sits between ur legs like a sad lil puppy lols (I’m a sucker for post angst comfort frrrr)

ok, you're actually dating at this point - not quite at the l word stage, but you've done weekends away together and you have drawers and wardrobe space for your clothes/a set of toiletries and skincare and a toothbrush in each other's houses... basically, it's getting serious. and, crucially, you're both really fucking happy! anyway, matty gets an invite for a london fashion week event one friday night, him and george going to some dinner then menswear collection show and drinks reception thing afterward, and he's popped into the office on his way just to say hi to you before you go home for the night (and to get an ego boost from you telling him how hot he looks lol). you fix his tie for him, and matty's a bit mopey like "wish you were coming with me, babe. far less fun without you"; you kiss him softly like "nahhhh, go out and have some fun, it'll be good. and if you wanna pop round to mine after it, feel free - i'm in the whole night, so just show up whenever you're done, and you can tell me all about it". he smiles, agrees, then kisses you goodbye and dashes off because he's running late lol. and like, fair enough, the dinner is nice and the show is good and it's lovely to spend time with george and catch up with some people he hasn't seen in ages, but the whole time matty keeps thinking about how he's out on a friday night while you're at home, which makes him think about the angsty moment/almost breakup he instigated a few months ago, and all of a sudden he's wracked with guilt over how he treated you that weekend and starting to panic about the fact he's out and you're not and going into a little spiral about potentially being a hypocrite and fucking up your relationship again (which is the last thing he wants to do). he stays at the afterparty for an hour before the need to see you becomes unbearable, but drinks as if he was there for double that time - when you open your door, wet-haired and wearing his grey santa cruz hoodie and smiling when you see him, matty's tipsy and a little bit melancholy. you usher him in and give him a hug, which he reciprocates with a "missed you, sweetheart. how's your evening been?", and you're like "it's been nice, actually. had a bit of a pamper, opened some wine, watched the west wing. nowhere near as fun as your night, i'm sure lol. was it good?"; matty smiles and says "was ok. clothes were good. food was nice. but your night sounds better. you cool if i crash it, baby?", and you're like "mhmm. go get changed and i'll get us some wine", and matty obliges. when he heads back into your living room, you open your arms and he slots between them on the couch, and the two of you watch josh and donna banter for a bit before matty speaks - he's like "baby, we're ok, right?", looking up at you, and you're like "i think so. why? am i doing something wrong?", a little bit nervy. matty kisses your hand like "no, no, darling, i just...", and he pauses before quietly continuing "i'm just worried that i am, s'all. fucked up big-time when i ghosted you and tried to end it a few months back, and i'm just scared, i guess, that i'll fuck it again somehow. wanna be good for you, be enough. nah, actually, not enough - wanna be right for you, the best i can be, and i'm scared i'm not". you wrap your arms around matty and kiss the top of his head like "oh, baby, please don't worry like that. we're good, we really are. that was just a little blip", and matty's like "really?" - you softly card your fingers through his hair, which makes him hum contentedly and close his eyes, as you say "really. we're good. great, even. you're the best i could ever want, all i could ever need. and if you messed up, you'd hear about it from me immediately lol". matty giggles at that like "oh, i know i would. s'one of the things i like most about you, sweetheart. your hugging ability is also up there, tbh", and you smile like "speaking of... wanna watch the rest of this episode doing some of that in my bed instead of down here?", and matty's like "absolutely". yeah, it's very sweet <3

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[winchesterszvonecek]

Ok bare with me this idea is a little juvenile but it’s appealing to me for some reason 🤦🏻‍♀️.

Otis and Y/n just starting dating so they’re very much in that annoying honeymoon phase where they can’t keep their hands (and lips) to themselves, Cruz accompanies Otis & Y/n to a laser tag (or paint ball) outing but soon regrets it after he catches them making out instead of “properly” participating in (chosen) activity.

Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek x fem

Laser Tag - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek]

Summary: Cruz gets fed up when you and Otis keep making out during laser tag

Word Count: 2079

Warnings: female!reader, suggestive tones, sex references, flirting

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When it came to laser tag, it was safe to say that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing. Sure, you’d been once or twice when you were a kid but other than that you were practically useless at it, which is why when Cruz asked if you’d like to join him and Otis at their weekly game, something he’d later come to regret, you were rather surprised to hear yourself saying yes.

Honestly you didn’t care much for laser tag, nor did you ever think about it or going to play it, but the reason as to why you agreed to a game you were more than likely going to suck at was because of one person and one person only. Otis.

You and Otis had just recently started dating after months of flirting and driving the others crazy. And the two of you were very much still in the “honeymoon” phase of your relationship where you couldn’t seem to keep your hands or your lips off one another, so any chance you had to corner him in a dark room so you could have a steamy little make-out session, then you would absolutely be taking it.

You stood next to the bench, your back to Otis who was gladly helping strap you into your laser tag vest, something that was taking him longer than necessary as his hands kept roaming across your body any chance they got, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck as he eventually pulled the strap to fasten your vest on securly.

“Is that too tight?” Otis asked quietly into your ear, not wanting you to be uncomfortable or have anything sticking into you whilst you played the game, the one he knew neither of you would be so much as participating in. At least not properly.

“No… No, it’s perfect.” You whispered, spinning your body in his hold to face him, your hands trailing up the hardened biceps that hid beneath his shirt as your teeth hooked over your bottom lip, itching to pull him in for a kiss.

“The only thing that’s perfect here is you.” Otis said in a hushed tone as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours before a rather loud, seemingly annoyed, throat clear echoed throughout the room from behind you.

You rolled your eyes, Otis leaning his forehead against yours as he let out a soft groan before the two of you shifted to get a better look at Cruz, who was standing with his arms folded and looking as though he was about to scold the two of you like a mother who’d just caught her teenage daughter making out with a boy.

Cruz shook his head, muttering under his breath about this being a mistake before he grabbed his own vest and laser gun, strapping it to his chest before he focused his attention back onto the two of you, not surprised to see you both whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear.

“Can you two focus please?” Cruz sighed exasperatedly, your hushed whispers turning to quiet chuckles before you silenced, rolling your lips in a way that reminded you of being told off at school. “Okay, it’s us three and… those two.” He pointed, unamused, towards the two guys at the other side of the room, both of whom were stoned out of their minds. “Against the other team… Pretty much just us three, so if we want to win then I need you both to focus and please, for the love of God, keep your hands to yourselves.”

“Aye aye captain.” You saluted, standing tall as Otis chucked next to you, making Cruz mumble ‘we’re screwed’ under his breath before he spun on his heels and headed to the arena entrance. “What’s got his boxers in a bunch?”

“He takes laser tag very seriously.” Otis whispered into your ear as he threw his arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the entrance where as usual, the rules video was playing on a small screen off to the left, which was pretty much a waste of electricity at this point as no one ever paid attention to it.

Eventually though the game had started, meaning you were wandering aimlessly around a dark arena that was designed to look like a mediaeval castle for some reason. You had no idea why as it wasn’t like they used laser guns back in those days, if anything it should have been designed to look like some futuristic city but whatever, you didn’t care. All you cared about was finding Otis again as amidst the darkness the two of you had gotten separated and you’d very much like to find him again as truthfully, you didn’t really like the dark and you were finding yourself a little on edge about being alone.

Hearing footsteps coming towards, you ducked around a corner, your back pressed firmly to the wall as you held your gun out in front of you, which made you feel like you were pulled straight from one of those action movies Otis made you watch. Well, more like made you put on in the background whilst you occupied yourself with other, more exciting, things. You held your breath, listening as the footsteps got closer before you jumped out, ready to pull the trigger should it be the opposing team. But it wasn’t. Instead, and to your relief, the footsteps had belonged to Otis.

“Jeez…” Otis breathed out, his hand landing on his fast beating chest as you’d scared the crap out of him by jumping out at him. “God, baby… What are you doing jumping out like that? You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“I was preparing myself for an enemy attack.” You said jokingly, chuckling a little at the startled look on his face which quickly shifted, his jaw now tensing a little as his eyes began to drink you in.

“Enemy attack, huh?” He whispered, licking his bottom lip, his gun dropping to his side where it hung loosely by the strap attached to his vest. “Well how about for now…” He grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you closer to him at the same time as moving you both back, pinning you to the wall which had the blue LED lights on your vests clatter together. “You pretend I’m the enemy and we fraternise a little?”

“Mhmm, forbidden love…” You said playfully, biting down on your bottom lip as you trailed your hands up his arms, one heading straight to his hair where your fingers curled tightly around his shortened strands. “Risky… I like it.”

The second the flirtatious words left your lips, Otis’s were on them, kissing you with such passion and such heat that you were surprised there weren’t sparks shooting out from between you. His hand roamed up your waist, delving under your vest and t-shirt, making you twitch involuntarily from the sharpness of his cold hands against your skin. He’d almost gotten fully up your chest, the vest making it a little harder to move, before a bang on the wall next to you made you both jump and pull apart.

“Nice to see you two working so hard.” Cruz said, unamused as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching as you fixed your hair and wiped at your smudged lipstick before subtly fixing your askew t-shirt. “Come on… Oh, and less kissing, more shooting please. We’re already losing and there’s not long left to go.”

“Yes sir.” You mumbled, once again saluting which had Cruz simply roll his eyes before he turned on his heels, motioning with his gun for you both to follow behind him.

You and Otis managed to behave for a little while and actually scored some points for your team before you inevitably got separated from Cruz once again. And totally not on purpose so you could find a quiet spot to make out in before he caught you, something you knew would happen but still didn’t stop you from doing so anyway.

“Have I ever told you how hot you are?” Otis groaned softly against your lips, feeling your hips push up against him and sparking a fire deep with his chest.

“Only all the time.” You whispered, gasping quietly as his mouth worked its way along your jaw and down your neck, which you arched to allow him the best access so he could sink his teeth into your skin and mark you as his own. “Fuck… Baby… I can’t wait to go back to your place.”

“Why wait when we could do it right here?” Otis exhaled, trailing his tongue over the red mark he’d caused on your neck, making your legs wobble beneath you as your grip on his hair tightened.

“I’d have never taken you for the public sex type.” You said with curiosity, arching your eyebrow as you tried to get a read as to whether he was serious or not. As regardless of whether you were that type either, something about him right now had you wanting him to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.

“I’ve never usually thought about it…” Otis confessed, pulling your t-shirt aside and gently running his teeth over your collar bones which had you hum softly beneath him. “But when it comes to you… I just can’t seem to wait until we’re in private.”

Otis straightened, his lips attaching firmly back onto yours as your leg lifted, hooking around the back of his as you not so subtly began to grind your hips up against him, causing a low groan to rattle up his chest as the movements of his lips on yours slowed before an irritated voice caused you both to jump apart.

“Are you two for real?” Cruz exclaimed around a scoff, having you blush with embarrassment over being caught in an almost compromising position. Even if it was only Cruz. “Can you seriously not control your urges long enough to play a game?”

“Cruz, relax… It's just a silly game.” Otis chuckled, unsure why he was getting so annoyed. “Who cares if we lose? It’s not a big deal.”

“Otis, the last time we lost you sulked for an hour afterwards.” Cruz pointed out, his lips a little pursed as he stared accusingly towards Otis, who glanced quickly over to you just in time to see you smile before you rolled it. “Look, there’s only like a minute left and we’re only one hit away from winning, so can we please focus?”

Just as you were about to groan from annoyance at actually having to play the game you’d agreed to, a brief flash of red from behind Cruz caught your eye, making you squint a little to see further into the darkness. You could see a figure, lurking in the shadows, using the walls and wagons as cover to hide their flashing vest. Your hand tightened around your gun, lifting it slowly so as to not raise suspicion as you could tell whoever was creeping up on you from the other team had no idea you saw them.

Otis and Cruz were still bickering, something about Otis lacking attention skills now that he had a girlfriend, to which Otis responded with something along the lines of ‘at least I have a girlfriend’. But you weren’t listening, you’d learning to block the two of them out when they got like this and it was just as well that you did as just ten seconds before the game ended, the opposing team member jumped from behind a wagon, only before he could shoot Cruz in the back, you pulled the trigger.

The red LED lights covering the enemy’s chest flashed purple, an almost robotic sound emanating from it which had Cruz and Otis jump, the former spinning on his heels just in time to see the guy who’d given you the win groan in defeat. You couldn’t help but grin, a little smugly too and you turned towards your fellow teammates.

“Oh what’s that? Did I just give us the win?” You playfully blew at the end of your gun, flashing a wink towards a rather impressed Otis before you continued. “See Cruz, one thing you might not know about women is that we’re great at multitasking… Which means I’m pretty capable of both satisfying my urges and reigning myself the Queen of laser tag.”

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[roberttchase]

Brettsey + 'You broke my heart over the phone'.

I made this way too angsty, whoops. I got another prompt as well, so I combined them! Have 2.5k of Matt on lexapro, Cruz throwing a punch, and Brettsey getting alllll their emotions out.

Can you redo the Molly’s scene but with more angst since you’re so good at it?? 

XXX

The second he clocks her; not even twenty seconds into the damn place, Matt blinks and feels his body tense. He’d wanted to  catch up with 51, wanted to quell the intense homesickness he’s been battling the past few months. But maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea after all. His stomach feels sloshy even without having a drink, and there’s a lump in his throat that he can’t quite swallow. 

Her hair is longer. It’s the first thing he notices, aside from how beautiful she looks. He wants to compliment it, but then he remembers how he used to rake his fingers through the soft golden strands, how he used to bury his face into it when he was stressed or sleepy. The firefighter remembers how the light would hit it in the morning and make Sylvie look like an Angel while she slept. He turns to go, to make a run for it before he’s noticed, but it backfires and he runs into Gallo and Violet who’ve just walked in. 

“I’m so sorry!”

“Captain! It’s totally okay,” Gallo grins widely, clapping Casey on the shoulder. 

Everyone seems to notice him now, and a few ‘Case!’ and ‘Captain’s!’ ring out throughout the bar. 

He’s not sure what does it exactly, but the sudden thought of being an outsider wells up inside of him. He doesn’t belong here, not anymore. He talks to Severide and Kidd every couple of weeks, but aside from that and Herrmann once in a blue moon, no one reaches out to him- but he doesn’t reach out to them either. He feels trapped like a wild animal caged in a corner. The man can feel eyes from his old team on him, waiting for him to come over and join their conversation. He knows Sylvie’s head is turned towards him now thanks to his peripheral vision. Hands shaking slightly, Matt shoves them into his pockets and licks his lips. 

“I actually uh, I have to head out-“ 

“No way Captain!” Stella calls from the bar, her curls pulled back into a ponytail. “Not until you’ve had a drink or two and we catch up.” 

And okay, he’s not thought this one through. Shit. How does he get his way out of this? Walking up to the bar, he gives Sev a hand to the shoulder, then pulls away to let Stella hug him from over the counter. Herrmann’s wiping down the opposite side but heads over, slinging his towel over his shoulder. 

“How ya doin’ Casey? How’s Portland?” 

“Oh, you know, keeping me busy,” he smiles, ignoring the skeptical look from Stella. “How’s everything here?” 

“Oh ya know, keeping us busy,” Herrmann parrots back. “What brings you back?” 

“I’m here to see my sister,” Matt lies, not wanting to let anyone know about the talk he’s going to have with Stella, even though he knows at least Severide will hear about it. 

“Well, it’s good to see your face back in here. It’s been weird without you.” 

“I’ve missed it,” Matt clenched his jaw and blinks, trying to calm himself down. 

“What’re you drinking? The usual?” 

As much as the blonde desperately wants a beer, he can’t. Not anymore. 

“Oh, uh, no, I’ll just take a coke,” he shrugs, feeling his face heat up when the three of them look at him like he’s crazy. “I uhh…I can’t drink,” he adds lamely as an afterthought. 

“You got some news for us Case?” Severide laughs and pats Matt’s stomach gently. “Better name them after me.” 

“You’re a comedian,” the firefighter rolls his eyes at his best friend's antics. “No, I’m actually,” Matt straightens up a bit, then lowers his voice. “I’m on this medication that won’t let me drink,” he waves off, hoping they’ll leave it.

They don’t, of course. Herrmann tries, which Matt’s grateful for, stumbling out a “Jeez, okay, Lemme get you a coke then,” before ambling down to the soda fountain at the other end of the bar. 

“Medication?” Severide’s eyebrows raise. “Are you okay?” 

Matt nods, pressing his palms against his thighs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Seriously,” he promises the couple who still look worried. “It’s just Lexapro man, nothing serious.” 

Stella and Severide share a look. 

“That’s for depression and anxiety right,” Kelly recalls, frowning. “What’s going on with you lately? You can talk to me Case.” 

“Look, if it’s all the same to you, maybe we can do this when we’re not at the bar. Don’t really feel like talking about it here,” Matt looks around and Sylvie’s eyes are staring back At him, making him feel like he’s been electrocuted.��

He shouldn’t have come. This was all a mistake. 

“I’m gonna go see my sister, but it was great to see you guys. Maybe we ca-“ 

“Stay at the loft tonight, yeah? Beats a hotel,” Stella interjects.

Matt debates it. On one hand, his best friends are married now. But this isn’t him moving back in, it’s one night. He’s missed them. But they don’t deserve to have him back for a night just for him to leave again, just like Sylvie didn’t. He doesn’t want to make the same mistake, and yet- 

“Yeah, alright. I’ll text you guys when I’m heading over.” 

He puts a twenty on the counter even though he’s not even been given the drink that Herrmann’s still fiddling with, obviously wanting to give them space. A moment later, the blonde is out the door, feeling shaky and like his skin is too tight on his body. It’s as if he’s a live wire, ready to combust. He can’t do this. 

“Matt!” 

It takes everything in him not to tell the woman approaching him to leave him alone. She doesn’t deserve that, he tells himself, she doesn’t deserve to feel the way he’s been feeling. 

“Sylvie..” Any other words die in his throat, now that he’s so close to her, can smell her perfume and can see her freckles that come out when it gets warmer. 

“Why didn’t you say you were coming?” 

“I don’t…,” he swallows. “Why would I need to? We’re not dating anymore.” 

It’s blunt and he sees Sylvie wince. He doesn’t mean to be harsh, it’s just a fair statement. They’re not together anymore, no matter how much he wants to be. He bites his thumbnail; an old anxious habit, then looks at her. She looks surprised, hurt and confused all at the same time. 

“We’re adults. We should be able to talk and-“ 

“You broke my heart over the phone, I don’t think

I owe you anything.” 

The words tumble out before he can stop them. Matt can physically feel his resolve crumbling, can feel the nice guy routine starting to slip out of his grasp. All the emotions that have been bottling up since September feel like they’re ready to erupt like a volcano. Tears threaten to do the same. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t just fly out to Portland to have that conversation,” she grits out, and oh yeah, he can’t tell just from how Sylvie sounds that they’re doing this; getting their grievances out, right in the middle of the sidewalk outside of Molly’s. 

“Conversation? There wasn’t a conversation from how I remember it. I didn’t even get a real explanation! It’s always been ‘it’s hard’. I get that it’s hard, I had to live it too. But it’s bullshit that the reason we broke up was because it was ‘hard’. We could have done more instead of just give up!” 

“It was hard, Matt! Do you know how hard it is being at 51 without you? Constantly being reminded of you? And when we try to set up video dates there’s always something that gets in the way? I needed you and sometimes I couldn’t have you! It wasn’t fair! It was exhausting always wondering if I’d be able to talk to my boyfriend, or the fact I couldn’t hug you or kiss you. We were new and everything was perfect and then you left!” Her words are tainted with sadness and desperation. 

Matt feels like he wants to throw up. His breaths quicken and he lets his eyes look away from the paramedic. 

“Unfair? This whole thing is unfair, I couldn’t just let the boys get thrown into foster care!” He crosses his arms defensively. “I’ve lived that, and that’s unfair, Sylvie. I’m sorry I can’t be two places at once!” 

“I know that Matt, but it doesn’t make the hurting any less miserable,” Sylvie blinks hard, and if Matt has to watch her cry again he’s going to lose it himself. 

“Do you know how miserable I was? How miserable I am? I’m trying to be a good guardian to them, and I’m pretty sure I suck. I couldn’t see you then, and I can’t see you now. I don’t have friends at work, it’s not like 51. 51 is a family. I’m an outsider at my firehouse,” he swallows thickly, finally admitting how awful it’s been. “I’m not Case or Matt to anyone there. They don’t know me! I’m Captain Casey, and that’s all I’ll ever be because they don’t care. I’m not invited places because I’m their boss. Our Chief is only at the house half the time, which means I’m in charge of everything. So it’s work, boys, and then make things in the shed behind the house because if I’m left alone with my thoughts? It’s not a good time.” 

He thinks back to the first week they’d been broken up. Thinks back to sitting alone in the dark of his small bedroom and wondering if he was helping anyone, if he was a good guardian, or brother, or leader. He thinks back to intrusive thoughts and punching a hole in the wall, ignoring the fracture and letting himself feel the pain for the next two weeks, serving as some kind of fucked up punishment. 

Sylvie is watching him as he starts trembling and his chest tightens. He knows his anxiety is starting to seep through the wall his lexapro builds him, and he clears his throat. 

“Look. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t do enough, and I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You don’t ever deserve to feel like you’re not enough or you’re a second choice.” 

Dejavu washes over him. 

“I just want you happy. So if you’re happier without me, I accept that. But please don’t let us fail just because it was hard. You were it for me Sylvie, absolutely the only one I could ever see building a forever with. And like I said, you broke my heart. I’m not going to deny that. But I’d rather my heart be broken versus yours.” 

By the end of his little speech, he’s trembling all over, and he thinks maybe he should get to his suitcase that’s at Christie’s and take another pill. Sylvie looks ready to cry at any moment, cheeks flushed and eyes watering.

“Matt-“ 

Severide and Cruz interrupt her, walking out of Molly’s laughing. Both stop short, and it’s ironic really, the fact Matt and Sylvie’s respective ‘defenders’ are walking out to this of all things. All four of them freeze, but the tear that’s falling from the paramedics eyes makes Cruz snap back into action almost immediately. He puffs his chest out and stands taller as he walks up to Matt. The Captain straightens his own shoulders. 

“You know, with all due respect Casey, now that you’re not at fifty one, I can kick your ass for hurting her.” 

“Cruz! You’re still a firefighter, and not only that, I’m your lieutenant and I’m also right here,” Severide steps in, his voice firm. 

Matt keeps his face stony and unreadable, mouth in a thin line, almost turning downwards. He knows there’s no way in hell Cruz would try and fight him, at least he’s 90% sure. He holds his ground, raising an eyebrow. 

“You really want to do that Cruz?” He asks, ignoring the noise Sylvie makes next to him. “Go ahead then. You’ll get reprimanded, but if it’s worth it, you can take a free shot,” Matt says sarcastically. 

Before he knows what’s happening, there’s force against his cheek, hard and sudden. Both Severide and Sylvie yell at Cruz, and as Matt looks up cradling his jaw, he sees his best friend grabbing the squad member by his shirt, holding him tight. 

“You’re out of your damn mind man!” 

“No, Casey is! Brett’s been heartbroken and it’s his fault!” 

“It’s no one’s fault, they’re both adults, and this isn’t high school!” 

“Stop! Stop yelling, and stop stepping in for me. Cruz, I told you, I broke up with him. You don’t get to just go around hitting people because of something they did or didn’t do,” Sylvie glares. 

Matt’s not sure he can recall ever seeing her this angry. Wincing as he rubs the tender spot on his jaw and cheekbone, he finally recovers, clenching his fist. He wants to sucker punch Cruz, but he also understands why he’s hit him. And truthfully, maybe he deserves it. Sighing, he puts a hand out, signaling for everyone to stop. 

“I’m leaving. Severide, I’m grabbing my bag from Christie’s and then I’ll come to yours. Cruz, have fun with your write up. Sylvie…it was good seeing you.”

The last few words are quiet and his voice shakes, but it’s the last of his worries. His face hurts, he’s exhausted, and he feels like he’s going to crawl out of his skin. 

“I’ll see you guys around.” 

With that, Matt turns and walks down the street, grateful Christy isn’t too far away. The idea of staying near everyone for much longer makes him feel gross. By the time he’s letting himself into Severide and Kidd’s apartment; because of course he still has his key, it’s nearing ten o’clock and a bruise is blossoming on his jawbone. 

“Damn, he really got you good,” Stella says Matt shuffles in further, setting his leather duffel bag down. 

“It was an easy shot, could have avoided it,” he grumbles, sitting on the couch reflexively, as if he still lives there. 

A beat of silence. 

“So, can I talk about the elephant in the room?” Stella looks at him with that determined face she gets, so he nods as Severide comes and sits down too, a bowl of chips in hand. 

“When did you start taking lexapro?” 

The way she says it reminds Matt of a mom worrying over her kid, which isn’t all that terrible if he’s honest. 

“In October. It’s been a rough few months I guess,” he shrugs, staring at the wall behind his friends.

“That’s all we get?” 

“Tonight? Yeah. Maybe tomorrow I’ll say more but I’m tired and feel like shit and want to sleep.” 

“Fair enough dude. Go get some sleep. And take something for your jaw, or you’ll regret it.” 

“Yes dad.”

#brettsey #matt casey #my fic #sylvie brett

[rpking99]

Jessica Cruz Origin and how she was fucked up for a while

Ah, Jessica Cruz. My fave Green Lantern

Okay so to start us off simple... Why do I love her? Well... As someone who suffers from anxiety and depression, and has so for years, I always found her inspiring and good representation of what living with that condition can be like

She doesn't just magically get better after getting the ring. She is so scared that some days it's hard for her to leave the house

That pain hits me so hard because it is so relatable to me.

But it also shows why she is PERFECT for the Green Lanterns. Their power comes from Will, from their courage. Their ability to overcome Great Fear. And she overcomes great fear every time she gets out of bed.

Her origin though? Ironically, super complicated. Gonna go with her personal origin first before hero one.

Jessica Cruz and her friend went out camping when... They where basically caught in a slasher movie. All her friends killed. And she only survived thanks to lick

As you can guess: lots of survivors guilt and trauma from this, leading to her mental health issues

And then three months later... She was met with a magical ring

This is how she originally looked, using the code name Power Ring.

So... We all know Earth-3, correct? Evil earth. Batman is Owlman, Superman is Ultraman, Wonder Woman is Superwoman, Flash is Johnny Quick. Evil wins, everyone's the opposite of who they normally are. Going by the Crime Syndicate. We got that? We got that

Okay. So during an event called Forever Evil, the Syndicate invaded earth. Big dramatic fight. The Hal Jordon of Earth-3 died and his ring flew off to find a new user like every Lantern Ring

Now the thing of the Ring of Volthoom, the Ring Power Ring has, it that it is a parasite. It latches onto someone filled with fear and then uses that fear to control them

It found Jess... But so did the Justice League. And they all helped her. Helped her heal, supported her, helped her resist the ring

And then, eventually, she destroyed the Ring of Volthoom.... Summoning a new ring in its place

After all, what shows the ability to ober come fear more than literally shattering a parasitic ring that feeds in fear?

And she rises... As the sixth Lantern of sector 2814

And it was glorious!

What is Jessica Cruz about? Not letting trauma define you. She is about healing and true bravery. She has social anxiety, she has depression, she has self loathing. But she works had to over come it all

...

And then DC fucks or up and makes her a Yellow Lantern! Because heaven help us if we have nice things!

And the worst part for me?

I hate that she ACTUALLY LOOKS GOOD JN YELLOW!

Ugh!

Anyway. On to the Yellow Lantern thing and why THAT is bad.

So first off they turned a disabled character, as well as a character of colour, into a villain

Now. Onto the main issues

Jessica Cruz. She suffers from anxiety and depression. Social anxiety, stress issues, all this sort of stuff.

The Yellow Corps is all about GIVING INTO great fear, as well as being able to CAUSE great feed into others.

I feel like it should be super clear what the issue is here!

It's character regression, it's turning her into the type of person who slaughtered her friends, it's insulting to people with these mental health issues as it implies they should just give into them and lash out at others!

And they have Jess say that the reason she is doing this is because it is "exposure therapy"

Which... NO! NO! FUCKING NO!

Exposure therapy should only be done with a professional there in order to help pull you out when it becomes too much, as well as making sure the exposure is a gradual build. Stepping stones. Not jumping into LITERALLY ALL THE FEAR AT ONCE!

Also it is a bit dubeous on if it works with cases like Jess', classes built from trauma rather than pure paranoia/stress. But I'm not a professional and don't wanna give my opinion as fact here

Luckily she is back in green at this point of the comics but.... Yeah. It's been rocky

#mun talks #nerd talks

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

We Don’t Talk About Bruno (But She Does) Part 2- Bruno Madrigal x OC

Bruno Madrigal x Adriana Cruz

Description: Relationships are rekindled when Adriana and Mirabel discover that Bruno was still actually with them.

Word Count: 2k

The thrilling chase continued to the second floor of Casita. Adriana chased Mirabel, who seemed to be chasing something that the woman couldn’t quite see. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled behind them, but neither paid attention. Adriana rounded a corner, only to nearly run into Mirabel. The younger girl stood in the upper walkway silently, trying to figure out something.

“Mariposa, please-“ the girl shushed her, which rightfully offended Adriana. Just as she opened her mouth, she heard a quiet, almost silent squeak. Both she and Mirabel looked to the source then simultaneously spotted a single rat tail disappearing through an opening under a large painting that hung in the hall. Mirabel approached it slowly, almost as if studying it, then slowly pulled it open, revealing a passageway within the walls. Adriana gasped softly, and she and Mirabel shared a confused look before stepping closer to it.

“Let me go in and make sure it’s safe,” she muttered, knowing that nothing could stop the girl from going in there. “If I can’t stop her, I might as well join her and make sure she’s safe.” After getting the okay from Mirabel, she took a deep breath and climbed in.

The passageway seemed to be between the walls of the house. They were covered with cracks, which undulated dauntingly. She looked around nervously before ultimately signaling for Mirabel to come in. A rat squeaked as it scurried past Mirabel’s feet and away into the darkness, but as its glowing shard retreated, it moved into the air. Adriana squinted to get a better look, then gasped as lightning struck once again, now revealing a figure just a few feet in front of them.

“Bruno?” She muttered in shock. The man in question looked sinister and evil in this lighting as he held the shard.

The three of them stared at each other for an electric second. Another flash occurred, and Bruno turned and ran in the other direction, his shadow streaking away down a distant corridor. Mirabel wasted no time in running after him, ignoring her Tia’s calls. Adriana groaned loudly then began following her, and another chase ensued. The three of them raced through the narrow corridors, the girls having trouble catching up to the man as they weren’t acquainted with the corridors. Adriana moved faster and faster, sliding down any unexpected drops and making every tight turn. She had to stop momentarily when Mirabel bumped into one of the walls after a turn, but they continued on. Another flash of lightning occurred as the girls attempted to call for him, begging him to stop.

Mirabel was close to Bruno, practically within arm’s reach, but then she was forced to stop when he suddenly jumped over a large chasm. Both girls stopped abruptly and watched as he made it to the other side and disappeared down a distant corridor. Adriana was the first to gather her courage, and she gave Mirabel a look that said ‘wait until I cross first.’ Thankfully the girl understood and stepped aside. The woman breathed out deeply and took a few steps back before taking a running leap at the chasm. She copied Bruno’s moves, stepping on the same pieces of rogue wood that he had until she made it to the other side. A breathless laugh left her lips as she faced the tighter girl, gesturing for her to jump.

Mirabel grinned at her Tia’s success then did as she had done in taking a few steps back. After a moment of hesitation, she finally jumped over the chasm. Adriana watched worriedly as she attempted to do what both Adriana and Bruno had done. A sigh of relief left the woman’s lips as Mirabel finally made it to the other side. That triumph was unfortunately cut short when the floor beneath Mirabel gave way and she fell.

“Mirabel!” The woman called worriedly as she ran over to the edge of the chasm. The girl had managed to catch herself, practically holding on by a finger. Adriana could work with that. She fell to her knees and attempted to reach for her hand.

“Help! Someone help. Casita, Tia, help me,” the girl whimpered.

“Grab my hand Mariposa,” the woman instructed urgently, reaching her arm out as far as she possibly could without also falling over the edge. Mirabel attempted to do so, but in the process she lost her grip and began falling.

“No!” Adriana cried shortly before she felt a presence beside her. Another hand shot out and grabbed Mirabel’s. Both she and Adriana looked up and realized it was Bruno.

“You’re very sweaty,” he muttered anxiously, though no one had time to respond before he too lost his balance and fell over. Adriana attempted to reach for him, but it was in vain. Thankfully Mirabel managed to catch him with her free hand after Adriana finally managed to grab one of her hands. Mirabel, Adriana and Bruno stared at each other for a minute before a rat popped out of the latter’s ruana. It startled Mirabel enough to let him go, and the girls watched in horror as he fell with a slightly high pitched scream. Only a second later he popped back up in the smoke that settled on the floor. There had been a floor beneath them this entire time. Bruno hummed thoughtfully at it, then looked up as Adriana began lifting Mirabel up. Once she was safely on the floor, the woman held out her hand for Bruno.

“Take my hand,” she instructed, much calmer now. The man hesitated for a moment, then finally reached up after climbing the wall boards and placed his hand in hers. A slight shock went through them the moment their hands touched, but Adriana didn’t talk about it as she and Mirabel lifted him the rest of the way up.

Shock was the only thing she could feel as Bruno passed her, attempting to brush off what just happened. She couldn’t believe it. All this time she had been hoping and praying that he would come back to her…and he’s been behind the walls the whole time. For just a moment their shoulders met and it shot a spark straight to her heart. Though she couldn’t be sure, the slight hesitation in his movements afterwards gave her hope that he felt the same thing. She followed Mirabel, only half listening as her niece attempted to get him to talk about the vision as her eyes stayed on the man she never stopped loving.

Time seemed to pass in a blur and before Adriana knew it, she was in Antonio’s room with him, Mirabel and Bruno. She watched as Bruno made a sand circle for the vision, not missing the slight tremor that rubled through the house.

“We might wanna hurry,” Mirabel mentioned, having also felt the tremor.

“You can’t hurry the future,” Bruno almost laughed as he altered the circle just a bit to accommodate the chiguiro that sat in the way before finally sitting across from the girl. “And what if I show you something worse? If I see something that you don’t like, you’re gonna be all ‘Bruno makes bad things happen, oh, he’s creepy and his vision killed my goldfish,’” he threw his hands up exasperatedly, which almost made Adriana laugh as Mirabel responded.

“I don’t think you make bad things happen. Sometimes family weirdos just get a bad rap,” she encouraged, which made Adriana smile sympathetically.

“You can do this,” the older woman added shortly before Antonio came into view, holding the stuffed jaguar that Mirabel made him for his gifting ceremony. He whispered something to his Tio before climbing on his real jaguar and riding off. Adriana offered Bruno one last encouraging smile before climbing up after the young boy to his bed.

Once they were settled in, the show began. Bruno lit a match, which he used to ignite piles of wet leaves. As the smoke began to spiral around him and Mirabel, Bruno closed his eyes, entering a trance-like state as magic filled the room. The entire room began to glow in the light of his eyes, wind kicked up, blowing leaves and sand that began to swirl around Mirabel and Bruno, glowing brighter and brighter.

Neither Adriana nor Antonio could see what happened next as the sand storm blocked it off, though they got a synopsis once things calmed down. To put it simply, Mirabel simply needed to hug Isabela to save the miracle.

Normally something like hugging your sister would be easy, but not with Isabela and Mirabel. The latter made that quite clear as the three of them sat behind a plant staring at Isabela’s door across the upper level. It wasn’t until after Bruno encouraged her that Mirabel finally mustered up the courage to hug her sister. She and Adriana watched as Bruno knocked on wood as a luck ensurance before falling back into Pedro’s portrait hole. Adriana stared at it for a moment thoughtfully.

“Hey, Mira?” She asked softly, though she didn’t need to finish her thought before the younger girl spoke.

“Go ahead,” Mirabel responded with a knowing look. “You have a lot of catching up to do.” Adriana offered the girl a thankful smile before walking over to the portrait hole, opening it enough to slip through.

For a moment she forgot how difficult it was to get to his room, having to go over and under various obstacles. And, of course, the giant chasm she had to jump over. She got through it with relative ease like she had the first time, then continued on until she reached the door. As her hand lifted to knock, she hesitated.

Of course she knew she had nothing to worry about, it just was Bruno, her Bruno. But, at the same time, she hasn’t seen him in ten years, and ten years can change someone. She stood there for close to five minutes as she weighed her options. In the end she decided to throw caution to the wind and finally knocked.

“Bruno?” She called softly. “Can I come in?” There was a tense silence that left Adriana waiting for the man’s answer with bated breath. It took a moment for him to answer, but he eventually did, telling her to come in.

Once she did so, they spent a lot of time talking. They talked about everything that happened before he left, after he left, what Adriana had been up to lately, what Bruno had been up to lately, just everything. It was exactly what Adriana needed. She was finally getting the answers that she desperately craved for the last ten years apart from him. Words couldn’t explain how relieved she was when she learned that it was not her fault, but everyone else’s for their treatment of him. That’s when she sympathized with him.

“I’m not mad at you, you know,” Adriana mentioned softly. The man looked at her, obviously surprised.

“Really?” She nodded, offering him a small smile.

“Upset, maybe, but not mad. Sure, there were many days and nights when I wondered why you didn’t feel like you could confide in me, but I was never angry at you. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you,” she laughed softly, shaking her head. Bruno chuckled along with her, then carefully reached over and took her hand.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he muttered softly. “I couldn’t imagine how you felt when you found out I was gone. There were many days and nights where I just wallowed in my guilt about it. I missed you so much mi corazón (my heart).” His confession made her heart melt. She squeezed his hand before intertwining their fingers.

“I missed you too mi (mi) Bruno,” she whispered, lifting their hands to press a kiss to the back of his. Things weren’t one hundred percent clear with them, especially with Casita potentially losing its magic and the Madrigal’s fate resting on Mirabel and Isabela, but at least this would be a start. And a start was all they needed, it could only get better from there.

#encanto #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal #Bruno Madrigal fanfiction

[ramble-writes]

Forget-Me-Not: The Face of Death

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

So this scene was made 2 years ago when I first got into RVB and joined an RVB server. There was a flower zine thing going and I didn’t know at the time submissions were closed. But I still wrote it and this is the reason the story has its title. Also I decided to use this as a filler chapter as I wrote chpt. 6 so it gave something to read instead of the biggy gaps between updates. So here ya go! Also, please make sure to like and reblog so my writing can gain traction! Tumblr algorithm is different than Twitter.

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Note: This takes place at the time of the Great War.

"Sam!"

Sam looks up from being called over. His gaze fell on a man trotting up to him in Recon armor; helmet tucked behind with a grin on his face. A warm gold gaze met his steel-gray ones.

"Cruz? What's up?"

Ramon or Cruz for the better, smiles as he stopped before him, then took his helmet out from behind him. Tucked in his helmet are many blue flowers with five petals and little yellow centers. But some were white and pink. To explain, these two have been dating since last year in October. Today, being February and Valentine's day, well...

"What are those? Some wildflower?"

"Mmhm. Can you guess what these are?"

Sam thought for a moment, scrunching his nose up as he thought hard on it. They seemed familiar, but he didn't know. So he shrugged his shoulders.

"They're called Forget-Me-Nots."

Well, that did Sam a startle.

"Cruz, what are you saying. Are you leaving?"

"What? No! I just... I just thought they were pretty and thought about no matter where you go, don't forget me."

The man in the Locus armor let out a relieved sigh at that. So it was nothing that was going to change between the two of them, and no one was going on a life-threatening mission that was going to get them killed. Good, but the thought tugged at his heart a bit that he smiled and reached over with both hands to gather the flowers up to a small bouquet.

"Plus." Cruz leaned forward that his breath tickled at Sam's ear. "Happy Valentine's day, amor."

That got Sam to smile big time. He did forget that it is such a day since being in the army makes it hard to keep track of everything that happens around this place. As for the flowers, well, it is a good reminder, and one has to admit, they are pretty. He turned his content gaze to his partner, reaching over to take hold of his arm to pull him close.

It did surprise Cruz when Sam caught his lips with his own, but a pleasing hum sounded from his throat as he kissed back. They stayed that way for a while till Sam pulled away, letting their noses brush against one another. That was until Sam let out a quiet 'fuck' that made Cruz laugh.

"Now I gotta find something for-Stop laughing. I feel dumb that I didn't get anything for you!"

This made Cruz laugh harder, leaning on Sam as he did, which caused the taller man to turn red in the cheeks. Well, at least he knew to impress his partner was pretty easy for him to do. Cruz patted Sam on the chest to reassure him that it was alright. Cruz calmed down with a sigh as he looked at Sam, the smile on his face wide as adoration in those bright eyes.

It was a gentle kiss on the lips this time. Both men contend with being close to one another. After pulling away, Sam wrapped his free arm that isn't holding flowers around Cruz's waist. This made Sam chuckled, resting his cheek on the other's head as they headed off to join the rest of the troops. Neither of them cared if some looked their way, they were as happy as can be. And nothing could change that for them.

#it's also short cuz it's a snippet #it ain't meant to be long so ye #but it's short and sweet #locus rvb #sam ortez #rvb oc #mid-war sam #baby sam #basicslly lol #rvb #red vs blue #locus x oc #my writings

[raymondvelez]

2 Owls

“Can I get 2 grape-flavored white owls?” I said sliding a twenty on the counter.

The gas station clerk grabbed two cigars from off the wall behind him and about $17 worth of change out the cash register. I stuffed the change in my jacket pocket and kept the blunts in my hand as I walked back to my BMW with expired plates. I hadn’t driven my car in a while so the gas tank was still practically full. This was one of those mandatory joy rides you had to make on a vintage foreign car because when you don’t drive a car enough and just leave it sitting, all type of stuff start happening to the transmission and what not.

I never drive too far. Just a few miles around Logan Square or Humboldt Park. I’ll usually just let my sister drive and I ride shotgun to stay out of trouble. But my sister was out of town and I needed to get out the house anyway.

I wasn’t good at rolling so I was rolling on the way to pick up Lisa cause I hadn’t seen her since our college days at Northwestern. I would write her English Papers and she would write my Biology papers. She became a nurse. And I became a greedy banker because being a teacher wasn’t going to cut it when I had lawyer fees. She had just moved back to the hood too. But her stint was looking more permanent cause her father got really sick and it honestly just wasn’t looking good for Mr. Reyes. Student loans and medical bills don’t stop. But neither can you. You know?

I pulled up in front of Lisa’s child home apartment on Drake. She popped right out. Lisa is a very attractive woman but it’s like life made her forget it. Kids, abusive baby daddies and life can do that to you. Lisa was hiding her eyes behind huge reading glasses, a northwestern hoodie and Jordan 9’s. It was like she got dressed using whatever I had in my closet. Her pony tail was messy too.

“Hey Los.” Lisa said after pecking my cheek.

“Sup, Lisa.” I said handing her the blunts and the eighth I had just bought. “There’s some cd’s in my glovebox you could use.”

“Damn. Right to the point, huh? No how are you?” Lisa said digging in my glovebox.

“You know I’m pressed for time and I can’t get pulled over.” I replied. “How’s your dad?”

“I don’t want to talk about my dad.” Lisa replied.

Lisa pulled out my copy of The College Dropout and started breaking everything up on the booklet.

“Why you playing V103?” Lisa asked.

“Cause it’s night time and I like to relax at night. Everything ain’t about turning up.”

“I’m not trying to turn up either. But damn. This song old asf.”

The radio was playing “Remind Me” by Patrice Rushen and I did not want to change the station cause I really loved this song. It was literally one of my favorite songs ever.

“What you tryna hear?” I asked.

“You can leave it.” Lisa replied already licking the blunt.

I kept on Armitage until I saw Margie’s Candies and then made a right on Western so we could smoke in Humboldt Park by the Paseo Boriqua signs on California.

Once we parked, we lit the blunt and took several puffs each in silence. We were still as tight as we were in College. Distance and years of no communication couldn’t change that. We were family.

“Why you so quiet, nigga?” Lisa asked.

“You quiet too!” I replied.

“How are you, though?” Lisa asked. “You always checking on me which I appreciate and all. But you gotta start making things more about you, Papa.”

“Here we go.” I replied. “Look, I’m good. Never better.”

“If you say so, Los Cruz.”

“The whole government?” I asked laughing.

“The whole government.” Lisa replied matter-of-factly.

Once the blunt was finished, I opened the sun roof to let in some fresh air. I was taken back by how bright the stars were. And despite being hidden behind clouds, the moon was still visible in a subtle, but still beautiful way.

#prose #poetry #flash fiction #fiction #short story #prose poem #writing #author #indie author #aspiring author

[voicesfromthepicket]

Kendall, Literature & Creative Writing PhD Student, UC Santa Cruz

I joined the Department of Literature 8 years ago, one of two applicants accepted into the second ever cohort of the Creative/Critical Concentration. I received a GSI appointment in Creative Writing my second quarter here, and have continued to contribute a significant number of courses as the Instructor of Record in my primary field. Even back in 2015, I discovered what my newer colleagues know all too well: Santa Cruz is ensnared in a housing crisis and escalating costs of living. I moved seven times in three years (including tenuous Craigslist sublets & crashing on friends’ couches during summer months) before being fortunate enough to find a tenable living situation. Relative housing security has come with its own costs, however, including structural issues with plumbing, roofing, and appliances; significant rat infestations; a revolving door of five other housemates; and safety concerns related to vandalism and trespassing.

The irony of preparing lesson plans on Virginia Woolf’s “A Room of One’s Own”—in which Woolf predicates intellectual productivity on adequate material conditions—while I struggled to make a home here is not lost on me.

Over the years, I have also had to supplement my UC income with a number of side hustles ranging from retail to catering, housekeeping to intensive high school summer programs.

I share all this not because my experience is the exception, but because it is the norm for graduate students who want to exist, let alone thrive, in Santa Cruz. Consequently, many of my cohort members chose alternative paths.

At least three of my peers quit or transferred within our first year. After two years, I was the only local member of my cohort. And more than any personal financial stability, I mourned this loss of community, a vital creative force.

So I pull hard on this slack, trying to produce for my students what Santa Cruz has failed to produce for me. The space of the classroom is a community—a microcosm of society—what bell hooks would call a “contact zone.”

When I ask my creative writing students to share and respond to one another’s work, I am really asking them to be good neighbors.

When I invite my students to revel in the excess of poetic language, I am really inviting them to honor difference & multiplicity.

When I require my students to revise their submissions, I am really requiring them to re-envision, to imagine, to, as Ezra Pound has said, “make new.”

I want the role of higher public education to be practicing the conditions of change that will bolster more compassionate citizens, more critical thinkers, and more daring makers against a pretty fucked up world.

And I believe striking graduate student workers and researchers want the same. I believe this so strongly that it was worth being effectively fired for 3 quarters as a result of participating in the wildcat strike, and I believe this so strongly that I strike again, out of love. It is because I love teaching and writing at this university that I demand the UC do better. I would not be doing my job if I didn’t strike—if I did not hold the UC accountable to the same values to which I hold my students.

Don’t get me wrong—I strike because I do want the UC to straight up give me more money. I am exhausted by having to choose between repairing my car or paying my medical bills. I am angry with a system that tells me with every trip to the food pantry when I’m broke at the end of a month that I don’t matter, that Literature doesn’t matter.

But I also strike for my students, my kindred meaning-makers.

I strike for my faculty mentors, whose seminars & research have radicalized me.

I strike for my friends at other, increasingly corporatized universities.

I strike for my parents, who know nothing about poetry, but who have nonetheless instilled in me that anything worth having is worth taking risks for.

And, as grandiose at it might sound, I strike for the future of quality higher education.

I hope you will, too.

#literature #ucsc #uaw on strike #cola4all

[mistresshellfire86]

Chapter 1 - Stranger In A Strange Land

***Stranger Things Fanfic. 

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

A beaming ray of light shined through a slit in your black curtains. You groggily open your eyes, squinting to adjust to the light of the morning sun. A pit starts to form in your stomach as you start to realize today is the first day at a new school. A wave of dread engulfs you as you start to get out of bed to brave the new day. You were use to change and moving as your parents were constantly moving state to state, due to their military service. Now here you were in a semi-new town in the middle of nowhere Indiana with only a few months of school left. You had visited the small town of Hawkins a couple times before to see your cousin Max and Aunt Susan. At least this time you know someone.

You glance at the alarm clock and realize you still have a few minutes before the alarm even goes off. Might as well get a head start with it being your first day. The outfit your picked out the night before lays on the back of your desk chair. You get dressed and put on a pair of light blue jeans, a black Santa Cruz shirt, and black converses. Tossing last nights worn clothes into a pile in the corner of your bedroom before walking down the hall to the bathroom. You dig through a small moving box still sitting in the bathroom floor, looking for your hair brush. With a quick brush of your long black hair you give a defeated look in the mirror and begin the day.

You grab your bookbag and car keys and head out the door. The only decent thing about moving here is you got a car. And not just any car, but a 1979 Camaro. Well....a used Camaro. It was actually Aunt Susan who gave you the car. After her step-son Billy died in a tragic fire, her soon to be ex-husband Neil couldn’t bare to look at the car and left it with Aunt Susan. Of course your aunt wasn’t about to drive a sports car and Max still had a couple years before she got her license, so lucky you.

As you step into the car you get a whiff of cigarettes and aftershave. Billy’s scent still covered the car. You had only met him once or twice but from what Max had told you, he was an absolute prick. You start the car and head to Max’s trailer to pick her up for school. It was a cool September morning and with the windows rolled down the breeze felt nice. You turn the radio up a little and grimace as you hear Wang Chung playing. You fumble with the knobs until you find something at least barrable to listed to before stopping on Wasted Years by Iron Maiden. Excellent.

You pull up to Max’s place and honk the horn twice to let her know her chariot has arrived. Within a matter of seconds Max is out the door with her headphones on and a skateboard in one hand. Typical Max. She was such an introvert and tomboy, which  that must be why you guys got along so well. You watch Max as she walks down the porch steps and stops a moment staring at the car. This must be so weird for her to see me in her dead step-brother’s car, you think to yourself. Before you can continue the thought, Max collects herself and proceeds towards you.

“Good morning stranger.” You greeted Max as she reached for the passenger door handle.

“Hey Y/N.” Max dully replies. You can read her like a book and know something is on her mind. It’s a quiet car ride to school as you drive while Max looks out the window listening to her Walkman. You pull up to the high school and find a parking spot towards the back of the lot. The place is crawling with kids laughing and greeting each other, some for the first time since summer started. Max starts to open the door and grab her things but you put an arm on her shoulder and call out before she can get out.

“Hey Max. You ok? You seem awful quiet.” You asked slightly concerned but understanding she was under a lot of stress today.

“Yeah. I’m fine....promise.” She flashes a unconvincing half smile your way. You know know better than to push Max so you just smile back and nod, “Ok.”. You make your way across the parking lot with Max and push through the front high school doors. The hall is littered with students rekindling with friends and discussing their summer break activities together. You heave a heavy sigh and glance at Max.

“Welcome to Hawking High.” Max says almost sarcastically. “Come on I'll show you around and help you find your locker.”

The white walls and blue lockers line up every hallway. It’s like a maze but thankfully Max knows her way around. We turn a corner and I hear voices screaming Max’s name. You whip around almost smacking another student with your bookbag and see two boys running over to Max. The first one is a slightly chunky boy with curly hair and a truckers cap on. He hugs her and squeezes her while lifting her off the ground briefly. The other is a little taller, very scrawny, with black hair. He says hi and gives Max a fist bump once the other boy lets her down.

“Hey guys.” Max greats the boys has she lowers her headphones.

“Where have you been all spring break!? We have been trying to reach you. Lucas is worried. We all are.” Said the curly haired kid with a slight lisp.

“I've been around.”  Max looks down at the floor shifting her feet awkwardly.

“Well Lucas is on the basketball team now and we need someone to cover his spot for our D&D party tonight. Please please please Max. Help us out.” The curly haired boy whined.

Max’s head snapped up and a grin spread across her face.

“Dustin you know I don’t play that stupid game. But..... I know someone who does.” Max looks at you and smirks. Both the boys look your way as if they just realized you had been standing there the whole time. “This is my cousin, Y/N. She just moved here and needs to make some friends anyway. Y/N this is Dustin and Mike.”

They stare at you in disbelief.  You give a shy wave and nod at them just as the warning bell rings. The bell brings the boys from their trance.

“Meet us in the AV room at 6 o clock Y/N. Nice to meet you” Dustin says and the boys hurry away to their classes. You give a concerned look to Max, not realizing the path she has just lead you down.

“What? You said you wanted to make friends.” Max says almost laughing.

“Yeah I did. But freshman boys that play D&D was not what I had in mind.” You reply.

Max laughs and hurriedly helps you find homeroom. The rest of the day was a blur. Every classroom seemed just like the last one. You feel out of place not knowing anyone, especially when the teacher in English class tells everyone to find a partner. Most of the student immediately run to their friend and partner up. You and 3 other students just sit in your seats until the teacher walks over to assign you a partner.

“Ok. Brent and Carl, you guys pair up and I'm assigning you to either Great Expectations or Pride and Prejudice. Your choice.” Mrs. Lambert says.

“Ugh Great Expectations I guess?.” Replies one of the boys.

“As you wish.” Replies Mrs. Lambert. “Then that leaves Mr. Munson and....I’m sorry dear. What is your name?”

“Y/N”. You reply in almost a whisper.

“Great. You two can partner up and do your report on Pride and Prejudice. Let me know if you have any questions on the material dear” Mrs. Lambert says leaving a pamphlet on your and your new partner’s desk. Your partner moves over to the open desk next to you and scoots it over until your desks touch while it makes a screeching noise as it crosses the vinyl floor.

“Hi. I’m Eddie.” Your new partner says in a low  voice.

“Hi.” You reply nervously. After all these years meeting new people still gives you anxiety. You reach out to shake his hand and notice the many rings on his hands. His curly long brown hair blowing ever so slightly from the breeze of the cracked window next to you. His brown eyes burned into your soul. You notice the Iron Maiden t-shirt and Dio patch on his jacket. Definitely has good taste in music. At least we have something in common. He’s so very intimidating looking though.

“Look I’ll be honest. I have no interest in reading this stupid book. And I don’t want to sabotage you on your first day, so I’m going to speak with Mrs. Lambert after class” Eddie blurted out. You were a little shocked by his honesty and blatantness.

“Actually....I’ve already read this book last year at my old school. And I still have some of my old reports and essays in a box at home. So I could just submit it and we could both get an A and neither has to do any work.” You explain.

His eyebrows raise and a slight smile crosses his stern face. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” He replies and rises from his desk. “Mrs. Lambert, I need to use the little boys room.” He almost sings. You watch as Mrs. Lambert writes him a pass on a pink pad and he walks out the door, glancing over at you before he exits. His dark eyes meet your gaze and he looks away smiling before reaching for the door.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #female reader

[austinpanda]

Dad Letter 052922

29 May, 2022

Dear Dad--

It is preposterously beautiful here, sunny, no clouds, breezy, mid-60s, a gorgeous Memorial Day weekend. This is the first day of my weekend, so this morning we walked to McDonald’s across the street and got brekky. We like being able to order from a digital kiosk and serve ourselves our own sodas, which can then be an embarrassing mixture of whatever we want. Then the food is brought to us. Zach had the oatmeal, and I had the big breakfast: eggs, a sausage patty, biscuit, and hash brown. They only gave us one plastic knife and fork, so Zach used the fork to eat the oatmeal, and I used the knife to eat my breakfast. We made it work. Why, you’re probably wondering, didn’t one of you ask for another knife and fork? Because shut up, we made it work. Tomorrow we’re going to plant scientist’s house to honor those who’ve perished while on active military service by grilling and consuming meat. 

Not to bury the lede, Stacy got the cancer, and that’s just nothing but poo sandwich all the way down. That’s made it fun to go add up numbers for Gamblor every day. Not to say that I’m the one getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop here; that would be Stacy. I’m glad they seem to have caught it early. I’m glad she’s in a place where she can obtain excellent medical care. And I have never been more pleased that Stacy is a ramrod, because when the doctor seemed wary about having to recommend a double mastectomy, Stacy’s reaction was, “Shit, take ‘em! Burn it down!” I fucking hate that she has to go through this. It makes perfect sense that I’m the one who smokes cigarettes, is allergic to exercise, and only eats deep fried Snickers, and she’s the one who gets crancer. The medical treatment had better fucking work, because I can’t lose Stacy. She’s the only remaining Weidmann who isn’t a total asshole (no offense) and I’ve always counted on living in her garden shed if I ever became a zombie, like Nick Frost at the end of Shawn of the Dead. 

It’s been a rough week all around. That school massacre in Uvalde happened, and Ted Cruz already said Democrats would try to politicize it by taking guns away from law-abiding citizens. I believe he has since been heckled at a sushi restaurant. Probably they will now pass a law to ban heckling, while the next batch of kids call 911 to beg for help from inside the school. My country had problems when I was a kid, but it was nowhere near as fundamentally broken as it is now. 

Kind of tricky, resetting the mood after that last paragraph. You know who I heard from recently? My old hetero lifemate Jason. He has apparently gone from having a dad to not having a dad, and left his security job after a year of 7-day-workweeks (on salary, so no overtime pay) that apparently, and utterly predictably, burned his ass out real bad. In my perfect future scenario, he raises his kids to adulthood, then packs his car full of his shit and comes to live with me and Zach. We can discover new movies together and be besties again. (I mean, Zach is my best friend, but Jason could always be my best straight friend.) Because he’s worked in security, he could even get a job at the casino where I work, and guard the OMG PUPPIES! slot machine. Probably this won’t happen, because fortune would never shower such favor upon me, but it’s nice to think about retiring with my huz and my hetero lifemate in Maine, with the nice weather and the legal ganja and at least moderately blue-ish political bent. 

I had an interesting and disgusting thing happen in my mouth recently! (I KNOW you want to hear about it after an introduction like that.) I had three teeth pulled on my back right side a couple of months ago, if you recall. This makes 7 or 8 teeth I’ve lost at this point, and they always warn you about something that’s never happened to me before. They warn you that there may be fragments of bone left over from the extraction, that are never extracted. Over time, as your gums heal up, they naturally shove that shit out. That can lead to a strange and exhilarating phenomenon where the fragment gets shoved out through your gums, like a tiny little Alien (1979) chestburster, right there in your purty mouf, being all noticeably painful and suchlike. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, you’re supposed to go to your dentist so they can politely remove it. As it turns out, you can also remove it yourself if you wait long enough, just by scratching at it with your fingernail. In case you haven’t sussed it out by now, this shit happened to me. Boy did it suck when it was happening, but boy was it nice how it made all the swelling and discomfort go away after it was evicted. 

My coworker Justin has left his job working with me at the casino to pursue a job that pays relative bucket loads of money doing something for Maine Revenue. I loaned him a book that he never returned, the bastard, but he accidentally showed me his ass about a dozen times while we were moving boxes of files around, so I can’t be mad. I texted him that he could keep the book, because it’s a good one, and he should read it, and then, if he doesn’t wish to tote it around with him for the rest of his life, give it away. I already miss him dearly. The poor guy had an almost brand new Jeep that just would NOT stop breaking down. Several times in the few times he’s owned it, by now. This last time, he left it at his preferred repair shop, with keys in it, and a guy stole it and drove it around. He then abandoned it at a business next door to the same repair shop where he stole it, and the police nabbed his ass. Life in Maine is pretty colorful. 

The first day of my weekend is drawing to a close. I’m planning exactly how I’m going to execute this Memorial Day pie procedure. I wish I’d purchased vanilla ice cream to go with it, fart. 

[Memorial Day 2:51 PM]

Holy shit my pie ended up looking so very pretty. Perhaps I can include a photo of it here for posterity’s sake.

Now the second day of my weekend is drawing to a close, so I’m going to say goodbye shortly. For the next seven days, I command that no one gets any new life-threatening ailments, or has any dental issues, and that we all have nothing but the healthiest of cats. I watched the movie ‘It’ not long ago, and now I’m going to watch It: Chapter Two, which, from what I’ve read, was underwhelming in almost every way. I might just have it on low in the background and see if any of its scenes grip me. I’m full of Memorial Day food, and I have to return to the casino tomorrow for a full day of auditing. Zach is already in the back bedroom studying EPA regulations, because if he can pass their test, he can gain their certification, and (we assume) that makes the hundos come more often…?

Stay black. TTFN.

[vampireshmampire]

What's in a Name (wwdits fic)

(most special thanks to @vampira-de-la-cruz for the spanish translations and also for giving me the idea for this fic in the first place *blows a kiss at u*)

It’s hard to call Nandor by his name. After over a decade of not using it, it feels strange on his tongue. But calling your boyfriend ‘master’ makes for a dynamic that doesn’t quite fit the two of them.

Fortunately, there are other options.

An absentminded querido when he needs to get Nandor’s attention from the other room; a playful bebé when they’re alone and Nandor’s hands are roaming while Guillermo tries to clean; a whispered amor when they are a tangled mess of limbs and sheets and shadows; and when Nandor is doing something so breathtakingly, mindblowingly stupid…

“Cariño,” Guillermo says, in as even a tone as he can manage. “What are you doing?”

“Ooooh, he’s in trouble~” Nadja crows. Whatever they’ve gotten into--or more specifically, whatever the people they’ve eaten had gotten into--it’s got all three of them dizzy and silly. Laszlo and Nadja are upright only because they’re leaning on each other and crammed into a corner, watching Nandor with wild, childish glee.

Nandor, for his part, has not picked up on the warning tone. He is standing beside the curtain, held open ever so slightly, and is trying to stick a lock of hair into the sunlight. He is dangerously close to overbalancing and putting his entire head into the sunbeam, but despite the look of serious concentration on his face, Guillermo knows he hasn’t noticed.

“Cariño,” Guillermo says, a little louder.

“I am trying to see if I can cut my hair with the sun,” Nandor says, as if this is obvious. Guillermo shuts his eyes, but only for a moment, because as soon as he does, there is a sizzling sound and a hiss of pain.

Nandor shakes out his hand and blows on his fingers and then yes, yes, goes right back to it. Now he is flinging the lock of hair forward into the light, which is only marginally better.

“Why,” is all Guillermo can think to say. Nandor gives him an affronted look, as if the question is somehow insulting.

“To see if I can.”

Guillermo manages to bury his scream in the back of his throat; strides across the room and tugs the curtain closed.

“Get in your coffin. Coffins,” he specifies, giving Nadja and Laszlo a meaningful look. “It’s almost eight in the morning! Go to bed!”

Nadja sticks her tongue out at him and the two stumble off. Guillermo follows just long enough to ensure they actually do descend into the basement, and then hurries back to Nandor’s room because yes! Yes! He has reopened the curtain and has one lock of hair dangling in the sunlight where it is smoldering. He gives Guillermo a triumphant look.

“Look, Guillermo! It’s working!”

“Tesoro, noche a mi día, amor y luz de mi vida, te voy a matar con mis putas manos ” Guillermo says, darkly. Nandor’s response is nothing but a glazed look of incomprehension. Guillermo points at him and says in a stern voice “Get in the coffin before I put you in there myself.”

Nandor gives Guillermo a look that is probably intended to be suave and seductive.

“No, this is not a sexy threat, this is an actual threat,” Guillermo pries his hands off the curtain and shakes the lock of hair loose until the steaming stops. Nandor steps forward and presses his mouth to Guillermo’s neck, beard tickling his skin as the man mumbles something.

“What?” Guillermo asks, trying to back Nandor towards the coffin.

“What if I made you make it a sexy threat?” Nandor says, feeling around blindly. Guillermo assumes Nandor is trying to get under the hem of his shirt, but can’t quite wrap his brain or hands around the concept of ‘tucked into Guillermo’s pants’.

“You can’t make me--No. Bedtime. Come on.”

It’s very easy to wrangle Nandor out of his cape and boots, but significantly harder to wrangle him into the coffin and not out of the rest of his clothing.

“Goodnight, cielo, goodnight,” Guillermo says, pointedly, pulling his hands free and finally, finally closes the coffin lid. He turns to leave--he needs to clean up and then maybe take a nap himself, for once--when a muffled voice behind him calls his name.

“What?” he snaps, wondering if he’s going to need to sit on the coffin to keep Nandor in there.

“I love you,” Nandor says, meekly, and Guillermo feels a sting of guilt.

“Y yo a ti,” he says. The coffin lid peeks up just a fraction of an inch, and while Guillermo can’t see inside, he can easily imagine two dark eyes peering out, and the expression they’d be wearing.

“Does that mean you love me too?”

Guillermo has to smile. He crosses the room again and peeks in the coffin, more for Nandor’s sake than his own.

“Yes. It does. Goodnight, amor.”

“Goodnight, Guillermo,” is the happy reply, and the coffin lid shuts again. Guillermo pats the coffin and smiles.

“Tu y tus pendejadas,¿cómo sobreviviste por tanto tiempo sin mi? Solo por eso te debería dejar morir.”

“Does that also mean you love me?’

“Sure does, cariño.”

#nandermo #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nandor x guillermo #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #what we blog in the shadows

[fantasydaydreamers]

Can you do a part 2 for the reader x bakugou sexting fanfic 🥺 like the smut part hehe

I knew this was coming~ ofc you cannn💕 also, title change bc I can😭

"A Dream Come True~ Part 2/2" Bakugo x Reader

Summary: Continuation of PART 1

Words: 2,413

Warnings: Smut

~*~*~*~*

The rest of the day went by in a blur as the anticipation for tonight set in. The disbelief over what happened at lunch never went away and thankfully Kirishima and Kaminari didn't seem to notice you and Bakugou acting differently.

On the walk back to the dorms, you and Bakugou trailed behind your two oblivious friends. Your face was flaming hot by the proximity of being next to Bakugou after knowing what the two of you did at school.

"Man...we didn't do any physical training today. We'll have to try that special move tomorrow, Kami! Knowing Aizawa, he won't go easy on us since he let us off the hook today. Right, Bakugou?" Kirishima stretched his arms over his head as he shot a glance back to the said person walking too close to you.

Bakugou scoffed. "Like you could keep up in training anyways."

With that comment, Bakugou stepped away from you as Kirishima turned into your space, the both of them starting to bicker. At least now it felt like you could breathe a little and you traded spots with Kirishima, now walking beside Kaminari who was laughing at some remark Kirishima said about Bakugou's 'unmanly attitude.'

Listening to them made you smile as you thought about tonight and if it would change the dynamic of your group. What you did today was on a whim and while the response you got was unexpectedly positive, the thought of your friendship changing dwindled your smile.

"You okay, (Y/n)?"

You look over and see Kami looking at you with a concerned expression on his face. His voice was hushed as he had leaned in closer to you.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, Kami." You muster a reassuring smile at him as the four of you climbed the steps to the dorms. You open the door and rush to the stairs.

"I'm uh- going to go take a shower." Was all you said, sparing a quick glance at the three boys before taking off to your room to grab your things and head to the showers.

~*~*~*~*

By the time you got back to your room, you had managed to cool your head a bit, relaxed and tired from today's emotional ride. Settling down on your bed, you hum in content as you pick up your phone seeing a text from Bakugou which brought reality crashing back down on you.

A Taio Cruz Fan: For someone who talked big game earlier, you're quick to run away when things get heated.

You did feel guilty, but maybe it's worth a shot to explain to him how you feel? The worst that can happen is that nothing happens and today would've just been a fever dream. The best that could happen, well...

(Y/n): Yeah...about that...I have a question.

Almost immediately you see him typing.

A Taio Cruz Fan: Well ask me then idiot.

(Y/n): Is this gonna be a one-time thing or...???

You see the hesitation in his response and you gulp, feeling your heart accelerate, preparing yourself for heartbreak. It's not like you didn't want anything to happen, but after all, you had feelings involved in this, and if it's one-sided, it'll hurt you more in the end.

A Taio Cruz Fan: What do you want it to be?

It was a safe response and despite your anxiousness, you roll your eyes at him being clever. Way to try and get me to tell you how I feel, Bakugou.

(Y/n): I want it to be more...

Seeing your message left on read had your heart sinking into your stomach.

You could feel the embarrassed tears start to form as the word 'stupid' came to mind before there was banging on your door. The noise startled you as you tried you calm your emotions as you stood, making your way to answer.

Expecting to see Kaminari checking in on you from earlier, you were shocked to see Bakugou staring at you with a slight flush on his cheeks and he held a pillow and blanket in his arms. "Move, dumbass, I'm coming in."

Wordlessly, you move to the side as he hastily makes his way into your room, setting up his items on your bed. You watched, standing in the middle of your room, confused as to what was going on. When he was done, he sat up, staring straight at you with his legs bent out in front of him.

"C'mere."

His voice was low and you gulped, still wordlessly obeying his commands. Placing a knee onto the bed, you go to shuffle your way next to him until he pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapped tight around your waist.

"B-Bakugou?!" Finally managing to choke out some words, you squirm in his lap, surprised by the sudden closeness.

"Don't move." Bakugou tightens his arms even more around your waist. "Let me talk."

You try to settle down comfortably only to feel his heart beating against his chest as you lean into him, resting your face on his shoulder. Once settled, you hear Bakugou let out a 'tsk' before hugging you to him.

"If I already felt some type of way about you, dumbass, do you really think I would've responded to you the way I did?"

Now that you think about it, Bakugou did in fact NOT blow your head off in the middle of the cafeteria, but the possibility of him returning feelings seemed too far-fetched. This was just too confusing for you to understand. What was he trying to say?

"Um...but our friendship and everyone else..." Trailing off, you busy yourself by playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. It was too intimate considering your position, but the distraction was helping you keep your mind off the fact that you were straddling his lap, pressing tightly against him.

Bakugou tsked again and pushed you back a little so he could look at your face. "What about them? Nothing is going to change, dumbass." His face was still flushed a light pink and he averted his eyes, annoyed. "As if I didn't think about it already."

The last part of his sentence was mumbled and you furrowed your brows. "What?"

"I didn't say shit! Everything is gonna be fine, (Y/n). You're thinking too hard." Bakugou's voice got softer and hearing your name fall from his lips in a reassuring manner had your heart speeding up.

Not trusting your voice, you nod your head with your eyes unfocused as Bakugou leaned in closer. You could feel the heat radiating off your face as he stopped inches away from your lips.

Your eyes immediately drop down to his lips, your hand subconsciously gripping his shoulders. Your heartbeat was now pounding in your ears as you anticipated his lips on yours.

Suddenly, he smirked.

"You're fun to tease." His low raspy voice made you shiver as he took it a step further and brushed his lips against yours. "This is payback for earlier."

"Bakugou," you whined, shifting in his lap. Just as you were about to add on to your complaint, lips attached themselves on your neck harshly. The feeling had you gasping and jerking in his hold, your neck falling to the side as teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive skin.

His teething stopped and the suction had you arching into him, moans falling from you. "Fuck~"

Pulling away from your neck, Bakugou looks at your blissed-out expression, his own lips red and puffy.

This time, you lean in and finally place your lips on his sighing in relief. Kissing Bakugou was a lot better than you could've ever hoped for. Smooth lips claimed yours back in a soft almost sensual way before biting your lower lip, turning the kiss needy and aggressive.

You didn't realize where he was placing his hands until your core was stroked over your shorts making you jerk in surprise. Pulling away from the kiss, Bakugou watches your expression as he rubs his hand over your swollen slit, groaning as he did.

"Fuck yeah...I'm going to make you cum so hard." Hearing him murmur that had a needy whine falling from your lips as you moved off of him to strip.

"Please," you mewl, struggling to pull your shorts down. Bakugou watches you with lustful eyes before following your actions. He lets you lay down as you finally throw your clothes on the floor, his following soon after. Seeing him crawl over you, a predatory gleam in his eyes, his hand finds its way back down to your core, his thumb swiping over your bare clit. The feeling of his bare hands on your intimate areas had you crying out, your own hands mapping their way across his muscular chest.

He smirks and thumbs your clit again, glancing down to watch himself play with you. "So tell me, (Y/n)...what else happened in your dream? What didn't happen that you wanted too?"

His voice turned deep, fingers just teasing your dripping cunt, but not yet penetrating you. You wither underneath him, his eyes flying back up to catch your gaze. Just as he did, your hand brushed along his hardened shaft, a stifled moan escaping his lips. You do it again and watch his eyes narrow dangerously.

Next thing you know, you're on your hands and knees, with your wrists pinned above your head. "Innocent my ass. You act all cute and shit but really you're a fucking brat who needs to be tamed." The hand around your wrists tighten briefly in warning.

"But Baku-" You start but a slap on your ass quickly has you shutting up into a yelp.

"No 'buts.' Like I said earlier, you talked big game at lunch and now you're getting what you wanted. You should be grateful this pretty and wet cunt is being played with by me."

With that, a single finger entered you and your hips immediately rolled back on it, inhaling sharply. "Fuckkkk~"

Bakugou didn't waste any time before his finger is moving at a steady pace, opening you up while still keeping your hands pinned down.

"You never answered my question, dumbass. What else happened in your dream?" Slowing his pace down, Bakguou waits for you to answer as you whine at the lack of friction.

"U-um," struggling to clear your hazy mind to answer him, he completely stops his pace, pulling his finger out. "No! I told you everything already!" Whining loudly, you try to arch back on his retreating finger, only to have a second one come in with the first. 

The suddenness had you releasing a breath of air, falling more forward.

"So your just hungry for my cock, huh?" Bakugou just about growled out, his fingers removing completely as you felt something else tease the outside of your opening.

"Look at you...drooling on it~ hah..."

A breath falls from Bakugou's lips making you whine in return. "Do it already Bakugou, I've been waiting all day."

With that, the feeling of his cock pushing its way inside you made you lose your breath, the pressure and burn making your eyes roll in your head. Bakugou loosened his grip on your hands, moving to your waist as he slowly buried himself to the hilt, his own lowly groans filling the room.

"Fuck...fuck...oh fuck...don't move your fucking hands." The threat was weak as you squeezed around him, pulsing while trying to suck him deeper.

When he finally came to a stop, you let out a huge breath of air, burying your face into Bakugou's blanket. The hand on your waist ran up your side softly and back down over your tailbone. You feel him pull out a little before sinking back in, his groan sounding like music to your ears.

"You take me so well, (Y/n). I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll never have a normal dream again." With that, Bakugou pulled all the way out and thrusted back in completely knocking you forward, your hands gripping the blanket.

"Yes! Yes, please, Bakugou! Please-" Your begging seemed to spur him on, his trusts hitting angles inside of you that you didn't even know existed. Choked cries left your mouth in tandem as his thrusts sounded throughout your room in rhythmic slaps. One of his hands was on your hip, pulling you back into his thrusts, making sure you didn't move away from him.

"Good little slut. Take it just like that..." Bakugou had leaned down close to your ear, his other hand coming around to wrap around your neck. He was holding your neck back as well as applying pressure, choking you while staring into your eyes. "Open."

He slowed his thrusts down, making sure you opened your mouth, leaning forward to spit. The feeling of it landing on your tongue made you tighten up even more, your orgasm building up. Bakugou smirked at the feeling and resumed his thrusts.

"Swallow it since you enjoyed that so much."

Obeying him, you swallow while still holding his gaze. A dark chuckle left his throat before he growled, his thrusts picking up.

"Baku-Katsuki! I'm gonna-" your hands scramble on the blanket, gripping tightly as Bakugou hits you with a few more well-aimed thrust before you scream his name, clenching down hard on him as you cum. Bakugou rolls his hips into you, working you through your release as you milk his cock.

"Good slut~ I'm almost there." Not letting you wait, Bakugou releases your neck and speeds back up, the overstimulation feeling like heaven and hell as his cock hits you in the right spot repeatedly.

Your thoughts went blank, your body boneless as he drove himself in one more time before warmth filled your body deep inside, the feeling raising goosebumps on your arms. His groan was telling as he slowly rode out his own high before slumping slightly behind you.

"(Y/n)?" Bakugou's rough voice brought you back to earth, but you didn't have the energy to reply. He turned you gently to the side, keeping his cock inside you and he laid behind you in a spooning position.

A hum is all you managed to let out. Bakugou didn't reply but a kiss was placed on your shoulder as he removed himself. Your hand shot out to complain but he shushed you.

"I'm just gonna clean you up, idiot. We can talk about this tomorrow." 

With that, your eyelids became heavy as you thought:

What a dream come true.

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Distraction

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: Johnny distracts V the best way he knows how.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: language, smut (oral + rough sex, choking)

A/N: Please don’t mind the weak plot, this was just an excuse to write p*rn featuring the only character I want to romance in the game but can’t. Also, for the sake of this fic, let’s just say he can touch V and vice versa :)) Hope you enjoy!

V was pissed.

No, she was beyond pissed.

And when V’s beyond pissed, she’s sure to let the whole fucking world know.

“Tone it down, princess,” Johnny cuts in once he’s heard enough of her long-winded rant.

V stops her relentless pacing around the apartment and shoots a menacing glare towards the rocker.

“I warned you not to take that job from the start. Now, look at you, bruised up from head to toe, and cheated out of your eddies.”

“That son of a bitch promised me half the cut,” V recalls bitterly, her chest heaving from the fierce anger spreading all throughout. “I’m gonna make sure Cruz regrets asking me for help.”

The merc stalks off to her stash, muttering low under her breath how she plans on raising hell the next time she crosses paths with him. As V polishes her guns (something she typically does to calm herself), Johnny approaches the small room to the side with the same cocky attitude that would surely piss her off even more.

He can’t help himself at times; he sure does love pushing V’s buttons.

“You done whining or what?”

Rolling her eyes, V turns her head to see Johnny standing there as he takes a drag on his cigarette. Normally, she doesn’t mind him smoking around her, but after an exhausting night where things didn’t work out in her favor, she was quickly reaching her boiling point. “You better clean up all that ash on the floor when you’re done.”

“Since when did you start caring about this shithole of an apartment being neat?” Johnny comments, more so as a tease, and this earns him another scowl. “Don’t waste your energy on Cruz. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

“Didn’t know you believed in karma,” V adds, narrowing her eyes.

Devilishly, he smirks at her, tossing the cigarette butt to the floor then crushing it with his shoe. “Hon, there’s a lot of things you still don’t know about me.”

“Yeah,” she agrees before brushing past Johnny. “I’m heading out.”

His figure glitches momentarily, reminding V that he was nothing but a ghost residing in her mind, despite how real he feels. Even if she wants to leave this “shithole of an apartment” for some semblance of peace and quiet, she knows Johnny will only follow. He’s tethered to her for what could possibly be the rest of her life.

And yet, no matter how big of an asshole Silverhand was, she’s grown fond of his presence.

Not that she would mention it out loud. Ever.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” V simply states, wondering what the point in Johnny asking her that question when he could easily find it out for himself was.

It’s truly unfair how he can read her thoughts, but she can’t read any of his.

He chuckles low. “Gon’ pay a joy toy to fuck tonight?”

“No, I’m going out for a drive, distract myself from that shitshow earlier. You better leave me alone.”

“Well, I’m a little insulted,” Johnny snorts, feigning offense. “I thought you liked my company.”

“I’m tired of your company. You never shut that mouth of yours.”

Before V could head to the door, she feels a metal hand encircling her wrist, holding her in place. She glances behind her, meeting Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, which hid a multitude of secrets. It’s been a while since she has felt a touch that wasn’t full of malice. Though his palm is cold from the material it’s made out of, a distinct heat spreads through her body—

It was a familiar warmth, one that radiates from V at his mere touch.

And when Johnny’s lips curl into a shit-eating grin, she knows that he has sensed it too.

“Shut my mouth? I think I can do something else much better than that.”

Johnny’s gravelly voice fuels the desire burning deep within V as he pulls her closer, her feet moving at their own accord. “God, I wish you came with an off-switch.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this little game we’ve been playing.”

V doesn’t respond, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She lets out a shuddering moan when Johnny leans in, his hot breath grazing her silky skin before his lips crash against hers, possessively. He floods V’s senses all at once as he hungrily kisses her, letting him take the reins.

It would be a lie for V to say she’s never pictured a moment like this. A moment where she finally succumbs to Johnny’s charm and allows him to lay claim on her. It’s always been a constant dance between the two, a chemistry disguised as indifference, a craving left unspoken. Amidst the degrading insults and the snarky attitudes, deep down, they have always wanted the same thing—

To fuck each other’s brains out.

“Still tired of my company, V?”

“Just shut the fuck up for once and take off your pants.”

The grin on his face hasn’t disappeared. It only grows broader. “Ask, and you shall receive.”

Johnny roughly grabs V at the waist, his fingers curling underneath the hem of her shirt as he pushes her towards the bed. His mouth latches onto her neck, no doubt marking her for all of Night City to see.

They fell onto the mattress without finesse, similar to how V kisses Johnny feverishly, all tongue and teeth. Void of tenderness and only driven by the urgency of lust. She was too distracted by her want to care for the taste of tobacco from his last smoke. The hands traveling every inch of V’s frame lights up a fire in her, bringing a high that no drug on the black market could ever do.

Surprisingly, Johnny allows her to take the lead for a bit when she straddles him, his hardening cock pressing up against her aching cunt. She gages his reaction as she grinds on his clothed erection, a wicked smile forming to the sight of him being teased.

“You like that, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait to have you inside of me.” She feels herself growing wetter and wetter, losing patience just as swiftly as the man under her.

Without warning, Johnny flips them both over, the length of his body now pressed against hers from above. He wastes no time peeling V’s shirt and bra off, pausing for the briefest of seconds to admire her bare breasts. His cybernetic hand squeezes one soft mound as his lips descend on the other. She moans, and they were pure music to his ears, sounds that were so beautiful he could write endless songs about them.

“J-Johnny,” V stutters out his name, unable to contain herself anymore. She doesn’t remember the last time someone has quickly reduced her into a mess, and desperately she wanted, needed more.

The way his name trembles from her mouth drives Johnny into a frenzy, simpering at the fact he really hasn’t done much yet, but it was enough to leave V quivering. She looks too sinful beneath Johnny, too delectable. He’s well-aware of how long she’s gone without sex, and he’s now bent on ending that sad streak of hers.

Hastily, Johnny removes V’s pants and underwear in one quick go, his gaze devouring her beauty like a starved man staring at his meal. “Wow, you’re fucking drenched down there.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, one hand reaching forward to grip at his lengthy locks as soon as he delves in to taste her dripping nectar for the first time.

“You enjoying yourself there, baby?” Johnny’s inquiry needs no response. He could already tell she is solely by the way her eyes flutter shut, her head lolling to the side.

One lick. Two licks. Three. He surely knew how to work that deft tongue of his.

Johnny’s cock continues to throb in the confines of his trousers as his lips encircle V’s swollen bud, but he doesn’t end there. She wants more, and he’s willing to give her just that.

More.

V squirms when two chrome fingers enter her heat, stretching out her walls to prepare her for the serious pounding coming up. She’s lost in the sensations, unable to form a coherent thought or word. Johnny’s tempo was slow at first; tantalizing, nearly torturous. But once he starts moving faster, pumping even harder and reaching that sweet, sweet spot of hers, she begins to pant wildly as she fucks herself on his hand to get more friction.

“Holy shit, you’re a goddess,” he croaks after pulling back to study the needy woman looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. V is tight around his fingers, and he could only imagine how it would be like with his cock buried deep inside her instead.

Each rough stroke of Johnny’s digits against her wet walls brought V closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, her moans increasing in both volume and frequency. He urges her to let go, whispering into her ear how he wants to see and feel her coming. The gruffness in his tone turned her on even more, and V soon finds herself falling over the precipice, flushing hot with euphoria as Johnny watches, awestruck.

Satisfied, he beams at his work, which was only half of what he intends to do this evening. Being gracious, Johnny gives V an ample minute to recover, using the downtime to wipe the glistening wetness coating his beard before tasting the juices he’s collected.

Delicious, he thinks. She tastes as good as she looks.

V eventually comes back to her senses, propping herself up on her elbows as she gazes at Johnny with an almost dazed expression. “Perhaps the rumors are actually true.”

“Which one?” Silverhand asks, ridding himself of his clothes at the foot of her bed.

V pauses prior to answering, the sound of metal clinking filling the air as he unbuckles his belt, stripping off his leather pants afterwards.

“That you’re the best pussy eater in town,” she then reveals, glancing up briefly to see the smug look on his face before her gaze falls to his groin again.

Of course, Johnny chooses to go commando, and no, she wasn’t shocked at all.  

Silently, she marvels at the dick nestled in a thick bush of dark hair. Girthy and long with a slight curve upwards, the thought of it being inside her, barely fitting, made her mouth water. He wasn’t lying when he casually mentioned having an impressive cock.

It definitely did not disappoint.

“Oh sweetheart, that was nothing,” Johnny declares before climbing back on top of V, settling in between her legs. “The main act is just beginning.”

She doesn’t wait for Johnny to kiss her. In an instant, V’s lips were on his, her tongue pushing into his mouth, faintly tasting herself at the same time. Meanwhile, Johnny grips the base of his leaking cock, rubbing its engorged head against her slick folds that had her breathing heavily. V cants her hips impatiently, and through their kiss, he chuckles at her eagerness.

“So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Johnny husks mockingly. “How badly do you want me, slut? I wanna hear you say it.”

A moan escapes her throat at his words as he rubs his tip against her clit. V wants him so, so bad that she’s begging incessantly, something she never does in any of her past fucks. Usually, she was in complete control, never the one to relinquish her power.

Maybe that was the reason why V was utterly drunk with pleasure from this steamy session with Johnny. It’s good not to be in control for once.

“Shit, Johnny. Please, just fuck me already. Fill me up,” V pleads, now helpless at this point. She has to come again, this time around his cock. She repeats her keening over and over again, hoping that it was enough to feed into Johnny’s ego and finally show her mercy.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Tugging at his cock, Johnny forces V’s legs to spread wider as she waits for him, mesmerized. Her pussy was soaked from his ministrations, but when he starts pushing into V, the burning stretch of her walls trying to accommodate his thick length leaves her in tears.

Those tears, however, weren’t entirely from the pain. V was also shedding tears because of how full Johnny makes her feel.

“Fucking hell, V,” he groans as she clamps down on him. “You’re so fucking tight. Damn, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“We were too busy pretending to hate each other,” V replies, digging her nails into Johnny’s back when he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow but rough— as if he’s getting accustomed to the wondrous feeling of being inside of V. It doesn’t last long, though. Johnny has always been a hard and fast kind of guy, the one that does two or three more rounds before passing out. He’s bragged about his amazing stamina as well, and despite V believing she could match it, she probably won’t be able to tonight.

Not when he’s fucking her into the mattress like this for their very first time together.

Johnny’s brutal pace doesn’t falter. He pounds into V harder, faster, rougher; as if his life depends on it, the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh bouncing off every corner of the room. His slick pre-come mixes with her honeyed essence, allowing him to seamlessly reach the depths of her center. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he maneuvers his mechanical hand to wrap around V’s delicate neck, adding pressure when she doesn’t resist.

“That’s it, baby,” Johnny growls next to her ear, rolling his hips as he squeezes her throat tighter. “You’re making me feel so good. I’ve always known you were a dirty whore.”

V’s gasping and thrashing, but she doesn’t want him to stop. She loves the rush of blood through her head far too much, especially with Johnny slamming harshly into her. It gives her a thrill she has never experienced with anyone else. Pretty sure he’s ruining her for others.

But whether this was part of his intentions or not, V doesn’t know. Nor she cares enough to figure it out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, V. Look at you, taking all of my cock like the fucking slut you are. You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you? You practically dream about me every night, and don’t you deny it.”

She doesn’t. Johnny was right, though it doesn’t really matter at this very second. His hold on V loosens for her to speak, and she inhales as much air her lungs could possibly take. She could feel it again, the ultimate high she’s been chasing once more. Johnny’s shaft dragging against her pulsing walls brings her even closer to it, building up the pleasure rising in the pit of her stomach.

“I-I’m close,” V warns, the pressure inside her threatening to break free. “Shit, Johnny, I’m gonna come soon.”

Johnny’s hips jerked harder, causing V to cry out. “Yeah? You’re gonna come? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you come on my cock.”

Halting, he drapes her left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to slide in deeper than he has before. Johnny then pushes his metallic thumb into V’s mouth, and without prompt, she swirls her tongue around it, coating it with her saliva. Not missing a beat, his movement resumes, all bruising and all punishing. He brings his wetted finger on her sensitive pearl, stroking it as if he’s playing his guitar on stage.

The change in angle proves to be the final straw for V, who’s litany of high-pitch moans spurs Johnny to fuck her even more forcefully. Again and again, she takes everything he gives her, and in turn, she encourages him to follow her into the abyss. Her pussy caresses his cock with every frantic push and pull, and she notices how he’s gradually picking up speed, losing his rhythm in the process.

“Your cunt belongs to mine now,” Johnny mutters, gritting his teeth, and it’s becoming clear to V that he’s holding back just for her. “Come on, V. Let go, let go for me.”

Lust-blown eyes lock with V’s own, wordlessly urging her one last time to come undone. Several sharp thrusts later, she finds herself clenching around Johnny’s cock, her orgasm shooting through her like a rain of bullets. Unabashedly, V shouts as her vision whitens, intense waves of ecstasy washing over her shaking body. She’s too absorbed in bliss to realize right away that Johnny was still in her, dick hard and ready for a similar release.

Once she finds her bearings, V grinds her hips against Johnny’s, and immediately, his nails dig into her as he begins to move inside her yet again.

“Don’t stop, Johnny,” she purrs, watching him fuck her with both fast and long strokes. “I want you to cum deep inside me, baby. Shit, I want it so badly. Please, give it to me. Please…”

With a strained moan, Johnny suddenly climaxes, snarling as he shoots searing ropes of his thick, creamy cum into V, painting her inner walls with white. His features contort with pleasure as he throws his head back, his breathing shallow and ragged. When his heart rate returns somewhat back to normal, he slowly pulls his softening cock out, smirking at the sight of his load dripping out of her.

Afterwards, he flops down beside V with a huff, joining her as she stares blankly up at the ceiling. Johnny clears his throat as he shifts closer to V, who instinctively rests her head on his chest. His cyber arm curls around her, and she sighs deeply, seemingly content.

“How about that for a fucking distraction?” He says, recalling how the two of them got here in the place. “Don’t even have to go on a ride to clear your mind. Feel free to ride me instead.”

V laughs at his jest. “It was a great fuck, the best one I’ve ever had if I’m honest. But I’m still going after Cruz.”

Johnny hums in response, seeing V’s weary eyes growing heavier. “Fine, but just to let you know, what happened between us isn’t a one-time thing.”

“Fuck, I hope not. You’re stuck with me till the end of the world, buddy.”

“It’s a good thing you have an amazing pussy then.”

V smacks him lightly as exhaustion begins to take over. Sure, she was still pissed she didn’t get her eddies, but at least now she knows the prick named Johnny Silverhand was surprisingly a cuddler.

And that piece of information was worth gold.

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His Vows (with Bonus Boy)

Pure fluff ahead!

Billy Russo: Never in a million years did Billy ever think he’d be marrying someone--much less someone he actually loved. Affection, loyalty, vulnerability, those things that were required for love came hard to him. And yet, with you, he felt them. Looking at you made him feel incredibly strong and somehow especially weak, like he could take on the world, but only if you were by his side. The orphan in him wanted to spend thousands on your wedding, wanted to make a statement, a declaration for everyone to see. But the man in him knew better. The man in him--only recently discovered through your support--didn’t need to impress strangers, didn’t need the approval of his “betters”. He only needed you. So as Billy stood in front of the judge, Frank and Curtis at his side, your parents and best friend behind you, he knew this was right. You told him you didn’t want a big wedding, didn’t need the fanfare, and that alone was enough to make Billy, over 100 confirmed kills under his belt, fall to his knees in devotion. You only wanted him. He reached out then, taking your hand in his, and let the small audience around you fade into the background. “Despite what my guys at Anvil might say,” he began with a slight smirk, “I’m not really one for speeches,” he paused, hearing Frank’s scoff and Curtis’ chuckle, before going on, “so I’ll keep this brief. I never thought I’d have this. Growing up, my only goal was to become somebody, and even then, that was more about proving something to myself than anything else. But then I met you. And damn,” he shook his head, his smirk turning into a rare, genuine smile, “if you didn’t change everything. So thank you. Thank you for making me into the man I am today, and thank you for staying with me, working with me, being so patient with me. I love you, and I promise, from this day forward, I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re the happiest person on the planet,” he looked into your shining eyes, a sense of certainty going through him, an instinctual push that let him know that he was doing the right thing, “I love you, and I’m so happy to be your husband.”

Logan Delos: As soon as you and Logan had walked down the aisle, officially man and wife, Logan pulled you away. “Logan,” you laughed as he led you down a hall, “what are you doing?” “I’m having a private moment with my wife,” he answered, opening a door and pulling you into the spare room with him, “My wife. Mrs. Logan Delos,” he grinned down at you, “Fuck... How’d I get so lucky?” You laughed, and Logan reached over and held your face in his hands, staring down at the rest of his life. “I’m serious... How did I get so lucky? I mean... I’m a perpetual fuck up, the bane of my father’s existence and still, despite all of that... I got you,” he sighed sweetly, “I love you, princess. I’m gonna love you till the day I die, and maybe even after that too,” he smiled at your responding laugh, “Definitely after that. Fuck,” he let out a breath, laughing at the end of it, “I just... I just won at life, babe. I mean--look at you. Look at us! I always thought I’d spend the rest of my life in-between lovers, just waking up smothered in a sea of dicks and--” “--You realize we’re in a church, right?” You deadpanned. He laughed--Logan laughed a lot when he was with you--and he leaned down and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you moaned against his lips. “Ah ah,” he teased, pulling back with a smirk, “you know we’re in a church, right? But seriously, babe... I never thought I’d be a one-woman guy. But you... You’re all that I want. You’re everything. You just... You just came into my life and changed everything. I was just running around, fucking around... and you just burst in and gave me... Purpose,” he sighed happily, “It wasn’t until I met you that I realized why I was put on this earth. I was born to be yours. I was born to marry you and love you and take care of you, and I will,” he leaned down and kissed you now, his kiss soft and slow, nothing but love in his touch, “I will.... So now, let’s go get drunk and dance so we can get out of here, and I can really show you how I feel.”

Jax Teller: “I promise to treat you as good as my leather,” Jax recited, that famous Teller smirk on his face. You laughed as the room erupted in cheers and applause, and Jax kissed you. He was smiling when he pulled back, those blue eyes of his twinkling with love for you and you alone. “I really lucked out when you agreed to be my Old Lady,” he said, his voice making the laughs die down, all eyes on him, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life... especially with love,” he admitted, “I was stubborn and ignorant and lost, but even through all that... You were there. You kept me grounded, you showed me what it meant to be a man and an outlaw, taught me how to reconcile those parts of myself, and for that... I’ll always be grateful to you, darlin’. You understand me--all the parts of me. I don’t ever have to worry about how to tell you things, or keep things from you. You get the club life. You support me. Hell,” he chuckled, “even my Mom likes you, and we all know what a tough sell she is.” The crowd laughed, and when you glanced over at Gemma, she had tears in her eyes. She gave you a small, approving nod, and that, coupled with Jax’s words, had you crying too. Jax laughed, gently reaching out and wiping your tears away with his thumb, “I love you. And I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life. No matter what life throws at us, I know we can handle it. You and me... we’re meant to be together, baby. We’ve been through enough to know that that’s true,” he smiled down at you, a soft, special smile on his face that was just for you, “I know everyday isn’t gonna be perfect. There’s gonna be times when we argue, but I promise you--here and now, in front of everyone we love, that I will never go to bed angry at you. I promise to always do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe, and happy, and protected,” he leaned a little closer to you, every inch of him devoted to you and you alone, “I promise that I will be the husband and the man you deserve. And, most importantly... I promise to ride you as much as my Harley.” The room erupted in laughter again, and you were still laughing--and crying--when your husband kissed you again. You knew, from that kiss, that he would keep his promises to you. Every single one. 

Coco Cruz: “I’m not... I’m not fucking great at this,” Coco began, his hands in yours, his eyes darting around the room, “You know, public speaking and all that shit... But, uh, I think it’s important to, uh... To speak my truth, so...” He took a breath, and you squeezed his hands in yours, and that was enough to calm his raging heart. Coco looked at you, his wife, and felt a completeness that he’d never imagined he’d feel in his life. He swallowed, willing himself to speak. “Everybody knows that, when I became a Mayan, when I joined the MC, it changed my life. I was in a bad place, you know? Just came back from Iraq, my mind was all messed up. But the MC helped me get right, you know? And then there was you, and all of a sudden, I realized... I was made for you,” he leaned forward a bit, swaying as he spoke, his hair blocking everyone but you from his sight, “I used to think my life was just some sick fucking joke. Then, when I became a Mayan, I thought it was all about being a warrior, being a brother--and it is. But there’s more to it then that. I didn’t realize until I met you, but... I was born to be with you. From the second I saw you, I knew I needed you. I need you way more than you need me,” he smiled, a soft chuckle coming from his lips, “It’s true,” he turned, addressing his brothers, “You guys remember what it was like, right? When we first started dating?” He was met with low murmurs and laughter. “I was a fucking mess,” he laughed, “I kept asking Taza and Hank how to be a good boyfriend. And somehow Angel ended up giving me advice, which was basically just ‘man up’,” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you, “I just... I just need to say, you’re perfect. And I know you don’t like when I say that, but it’s true. You’re perfect to me. Even when you’re a fucking raging psychopath,” he chuckled at your fake incredulous look, “you’re perfect. You help me see past the bullshit, help me see that life don’t just gotta be some fucking struggle... You make me happy, man. So happy. And I just want to make you happy, too. I want to be a good husband to you, and I’m gonna try. And even on days when shit ain’t perfect, I will still love you with all my heart, so...” He took a breath, his heart pounding as he looked down at you, his perfect person, his wife. “... Let’s fucking party!” You laughed, wiping your happy tears as the room erupted in cheers and the sounds of beer bottles clanking together. This was the first day of the rest of your life, and you couldn’t be happier for it. 

Angel Reyes: Angel sighed, his eyes welling up with tears. “This,” he began, stopping when he heard the sound of his own voice breaking. He cleared his throat, “This is... This isn’t how I imagined it. Like, when I was a kid, I mean. Like, not to be soft and everything, but... I used to think about this day, you know? Me marrying some dope girl, being in love, my family here to celebrate. So I mean... I’m happy,” he nodded, “I’m so... Man, I’m so happy. I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy, just... I feel like... Like I was incomplete before this, you know? Like this woman... she’s the other part of my soul. And I’m so happy, it’s crazy. It’s scary. I keep waiting to mess it up, keep waiting to say or do something to bring it all crumbling down, but... it won’t. I trust that it won’t,” he nodded again, meaning the words he spoke with all of his heart. Angel reached out, his fingers--adorned with no other ring but his wedding ring--brushing against his mother’s altar, “Watching you and Pop... I always wanted a love like yours, and now I got it, and I’m so happy, Ma... I am, but,” he blinked, the first tear falling, “...but I wish you were here to see it. I wish you could have met her; I wish she could have met you. You would have loved her, Ma. Pops loves her, EZ loves her--I tell her about you, but... But it’s not the same,” he wiped his tear, shaking his head a bit, “I know you’re looking down at us from Heaven, I know you see us, see her,” he sniffled, swallowing his tears, “And that’s good enough for me,” he chuckled lowly, “I know you saw when we first met, saw me pulling that machismo crap, trying to impress her. You saw it ain’t work, either,” he laughed again, “I bet it was you that gave me the idea to bring her lunch at work, wasn’t it? Yeah... That has you written all over it, Ma,” he tapped her urn, smiling warmly at the memories, “I love her so much... And I know you would have loved her, too. I just... I want to be a good husband to her... a good father---someday--to our kids,” he took a breath, “So, Ma, please... Be with me now like you were with me when I proposed, give me that same courage and certainty you gave me before, yeah? Cause in a minute, I’m about to go out there in front of all our family and friends, and I’m about to commit myself to this woman for the rest of my life, and I... I need you with me, Mami,” satisfied, he kissed two fingers and pressed them against his mother’s urn, “Thank you.” He straightened up, fixing his hair and wiping his eyes again. Nodding to himself, he walked off, murmuring, “Good chat...” all the way to the altar. 

Miguel Galindo: “I am not a man who can easily admit he was wrong,” Miguel began, chuckling along with the rest of the church at his words, “Okay,” he admitted, shaking his head a bit, “I never admit I was wrong,” he paused, looking into your eyes, and he felt that familiar tug in his chest that he always felt when he looked at you--pure love. “But I was wrong. As many of you know, I was married once before. And I thought that I’d spend the rest of my life with that person. I was wrong,” he reached out for your hand, taking it in his, the warmth of it spreading through his entire body, all the way into his heart, “I was wrong, and I have never been happier to admit that. Because from that failure, came you. And I’m thankful for you every moment of every day,” he smiled, and your heart flipped in your chest at the sight of your soon-to-be-husband, “It isn’t easy to be with me, I know,” he nodded, giving you a silent acknowledgment, “But you... You just know me. You know how to read me, how to get me to talk when I don’t want to,” he laughed, “how to shut me up when I want to talk... I’m at your mercy. And what’s more,” he leaned forward a bit, “...I like it,” his smile widened at the sight of yours, “I remember the day that I realized that I needed you in my life for the long haul. It was when we flew to Iceland. You fell asleep against my shoulder. You were so tired... And I was too. I was frustrated and tired and irritated, but when I looked down at you... Mi amor, I felt nothing but gratefulness. Grateful to have you in my life, grateful to be able to have you by my side, to have you as mine. I’ve been blessed with many great things; a wonderful son, multiple successful businesses, a beautiful home... But it’s you, my love, you who makes me take a step back and really see how lucky I am. Because all of the money in the world would mean nothing if I didn’t have you to share it with,” he reached out and wiped your budding tears, smiling fondly at you, “I love you,” was all he said before he was kissing you, and the resulting applause blooming around you was nothing but white noise with Miguel’s lips against yours. He whispered something against your lips as the church applause your love, just a short, simple sentence that had you crying with love. “Thank you, mi amor, for proving me wrong.”

Nick Amaro: “Gil and Zara and I are so happy to welcome you into our family,” Nick said, giving a special smile to ring-bearer Gil and flower-girl Zara, both of whom grinned back at him, Zara flashing you a quick wave, “Gil keeps saying that I took too long, and Zara says I should have just married you months ago, and they’re both right,” he laughed, “But I wanted to give you this--the wedding, the reception--because I know this is important to you. It’s important to me, too,” he took a breath, looking down at your intertwined fingers before looking up again, smiling at your beautiful face, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, my career, but you...” He sighed happily, “I know I can get in my own head a lot, but somehow, with you... It just seems like everything falls into place. I mean... That’s your power. You just make everything seem so easy. I see you with the kids, with your job, with me,” he chuckled, “And it’s like you instinctively know what to do, how to handle me. You make it look easy, and you can ask Olivia, dealing with me, isn’t easy.” He looked over at Olivia, her eyes shining with approval as she watched you together. “But you do. For good or bad, better or worse,” he took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to the back of it, “I love you. Completely. Totally. And I’m going to continue on loving you until the day I die,” his smile reached his eyes, and they shimmered with love for you, “And probably even after that, to be honest. Every morning when I wake up and see your face, when I hear you and the kids laughing, when I see the joy you bring into our lives... It makes me feel so... secure,” he nodded, pleased at his choice of words, “And you know better than anyone how hard that is for me: to feel secure. You just... You make everything easier, more manageable... And everything I do from here on out is for you and the kids. I love you...Mrs. Amaro.”

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny couldn’t stop smiling. His mom was there, his Graceland family was there, and most importantly--the future Mrs. Johnny Tuturro was standing in front of him, just minutes away from becoming his wife. “Alright, alright, alright,” Johnny began, “Everybody shut up, I got somethin’ to say!” Jakes groaned in the crowd, “Jesus, Johnny, then just say it!” “Don’t rush him,” you called back, giving Jakes a friendly glare. Johnny laughed, kissing your cheek, “Thank you, baby,” he stood up straight, “Look, anyone with eyes can see that my girl is fly,” he started, making everyone laugh, “But for real, the moment I saw her, I knew she was different. I mean, she’s gorgeous, yeah, but she’s also smart, brave, a certified badass--sorry for cussin’, Ma--and the love of my life,” he smiled down at you, eyes soft, “I love you, I love you, I love you. And I am so happy to be making you my wife,” he turned pointing off into the audience at Briggs, “Which by the way--ha HA! I knew she wouldn’t go for you! Best bet I ever took, seeing which one of us was gonna get your number... though I ain’t gonna lie, you had me scared for a moment there when you started getting chummy with Charlie,” he chuckled, “But I was the lucky one. That was the start of the rest of my life, and I want to make every day we have together a perfect day. No matter what life throws at us, what happens at work, what we go through as people or as a couple, we’re always gonna have each other’s backs. Me and you,” he went on, “We were meant to be, baby. Fated. And baby, I promise you, I will be the best husband I can be. Because that’s what you deserve. And as happy as I am to be here with you right now, in front of all of our friends and families... Man, I can’t wait to get out of here and just be with you,” he grinned, and you could see the dirty promise behind those sweet words, “I’m crazy about you, baby girl, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he leaned in, kissing you, his next words whispered, so only you could hear him, “can’t wait to have married sex in the limo, either...” 

Rio: When you woke up, the late morning sun painting your body in its light, the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Rio’s eyes. They were soft and warm, that deep brown peering down at you and making you feel like the most beloved person on the planet. Which, of course, you were. “So?” He asked, caressing the side of your face with two of those long, sinewy fingers. “So what?” You asked, already in a daze from the softness of his voice and the sweet smile on his face. “So what do you think? How’d the first night of matrimony go? You ready to give back my dowry yet? Sell me back to my father?” You laughed, cuddling closer to him. “Nah, I think I’ll keep you. I mean, you did come with a cow and two chickens, so I guess you’re worth it.” He wrapped his arms around you, and you closed your eyes, melting into his touch. “I love you,” he said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the crown of your head. “Love you, too,” you said back, rubbing his back. “Hey,” he pulled back a bit, looking down at you, “Yesterday was perfect,” he began, “The wedding, the reception... I ain’t never seen Marcus so excited to talk as he was when he gave his speech.” “Oh, don’t remind me,” you sighed, smiling at the memory, “I cried so hard; it was such a good speech.” “Yeah,” he nodded, kissing your forehead, “He was so proud to be able to tell you how much he loves you,” Rio sighed, “but, here’s the thing, mama... There was one thing about yesterday that I wish I could change.” You frowned, “What?” “I kinda wish we would’ve done vows,” he admitted. “Really?” You asked, eyes wide. You and Rio had decided early on not to have vows, you’d both agreed that it was so private, you didn’t want to make a spectacle out of your love. But hearing him say that he’d wished he’d given you his vows had your heart pounding. He nodded, “Yeah. So... I was thinkin’... Maybe I could say my vows now. I mean, I ain’t write nothing down or anything, but I just wanted to say... I love you. I love what you’ve done to me, to Marcus... I love the way you brighten up my life, how you accepted my son with open arms, how you work so well with me, the way you inspire me, the way you make me want to flip my game. I love how I can tell you everything, how I never have to hide any parts of myself with you,” he titled your chin up, smiling down at you, “I love having you as my wife. I love you, Mrs. Rivera.” He kissed you then, and you kissed him back, sighing against his lips, pressing yourself against him. “So,” he grinned, “How was that? Decent vows?” You laughed, kissing his nose, “Perfect.”

Bonus Boy

Tommy Shelby: “I have something I want to say,” Tommy announced. Everyone in the church grew silent, and you couldn’t help but notice the small smile on Jeremiah’s face as he turned to you. Every eye was on you, and you turned to Tommy, curious as to what he was about to say. “I want it known,” he started, his voice booming through the church, “That this is the last time I’m ever getting married, because this is the woman I was always meant to be with,” he looked over at you, those brilliant blue eyes piercing right through your soul, “Me whole life, I’ve spent planning, thinking, rethinking. Every move I’ve made as a businessman has been a calculated one, but with you,” he said, his focus on you and you alone, “It’s all instinct. I don’t have to overthink or second guess with you, because I can feel that you’re what’s right. You’re what’s been missing. And now that I have you... Well, there’s peace. Peace in me head and me heart that I thought had left for good. And I have you to thank for that. So now, I want to make you a promise, and I want to make it in front of all of our family and friends, because if nothing else, I know Aunt Pol, Jeremiah, and our Ada will make sure I keep it,” he gave you a small smile, and just that one gesture was enough to have you nearly swooning, “So here it is. I promise, from this moment, till the day I die, to always love, honor, and respect you. I will never lie to you, I will never leave you. I am yours,” he promised, “Every part of me; even the parts I don’t like, belong to you. And everyone,” his voice got a bit louder, and he turned a bit, addressing the crowd, “will know that you are Mrs. Tommy Shelby, and they will treat you accordingly.” You smiled; his words were as much an announcement as a threat. “Now, Jeremiah,” he said, a friendly note coming back into his voice, “Let’s get on with this ceremony, eh? I want to take my bride to London.” 

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Montgomery De La Cruz Imagine

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Warnings: Alcoholism, Abuse, Cursing, Smut. This will revolve around season 3 episode 5, where Ani and Clay follow Monty to his house to see what the reasoning was behind his rage.

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It was a ordinary Friday night. Well, as ordinary as it could get. Everything seemed to have been a mess lately especially after Bryce being discovered dead circulated around the school. You didn’t really care much, I mean who would? He was an awful person, but that didn’t mean Monty handled it well.

Your parents were off for a business trip. They were always traveling for work, which didn’t seem to bother you after a substantial amount of time passed. Gilmore Girls was playing on the television of your room while studying for the upcoming finals. It was the one thing you and Montgomery didn’t have in common, he preferred sports and in opposition you preferred reading. I guess you could say he always liked the “innocent” type.

You were busy with your head buried in your book until your cell rang. You groaned and reached for the remote so you could have silence to pick up the phone. You glanced at your phone to see Monty💝 displayed on the screen. “Hey, everything okay?” You said, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder. “Yeah- Are you able to pick me up. Fucking piece of shit is causing me trouble again.” He replied with the sounds of hitting in the background. “Okay okay, I’ll be over in 5. Be safe baby, I love you.” You said worriedly, knowing already what you were getting yourself into.

There wasn’t any question to the fact you were putting yourself into a lot of danger, but love goes a long way doesn’t it? As you promised, it did only take you 5 minutes to arrive at his house. Yet, you couldn’t help but notice the two similar figures hiding behind Clay Jensen’s car. You decided it wasn’t a big deal, and that your boyfriend was more important. “Jesus Christ Monty.” You exclaimed, sprinting to pull him into a hug. You were both more than aware he was at a lot of risk as well, I mean he has to live with the bastard.

Moments like this weren’t something everybody knew about. Which is why you couldn’t help but notice the two familiar figures. “Is it just me or is there someone watching us behind the car?” You queried, shifting so that you were slightly behind him, still holding onto his arm. He squinted his eyes to get a better look, only to realize you were right. There was someone watching you. Clay and Ani.

“What the fuck?” He spat, releasing your grip on his arm. “Get in the car Y/N. And don’t come out.” He said quickly, holding a bloody baton in his hand for self defense. “Is that blood?” Clay asked, slightly frightened. “Yeah. My father’s and mine. Want a taste?” He replied, obviously aggravated. “So, you didn’t kill Bryce?” Clay quickly responded, glancing at Ani in the process. “What the fuck man. He was my best friend. Get the fuck outta here.” He said, clear hurt and aggravation in his voice.

You heard his feet come shuffling towards the car. One thing you guys promised on was Monty always drove, no matter the circumstances, obviously if he was wasted that would be another story. “Sorry. Assholes like Jensen are really starting to fucking piss me off.” He said as he seated himself in the drivers seat.

The drive home was pretty silent. It usually was on nights like this. Monty never released his anger out on you- not physically. So it wasn’t that, but in situations like this no one really wants to talk about it, especially Montgomery Cruz. As you drove nearer to your place, you felt his hand rest on your thigh. You felt his thumb soothingly rub your thigh as the car stopped in your driveway. “Listen. I’m sorry you got dragged into this shitshow. It was never my intention.” He said, running his fingers through his hair. “Stop apologizing. Your life is my life too. Now c’mon. We have the whole house to ourselves. And you’re going to stay with me, my parents won’t be back for another month.”

He hooked his arm around your shoulder as you both walked into your house. It was almost 2 am. Needless to say, you were exhausted and you were almost positive your boyfriend was too. “I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.” You said, yawning in the process. “Yeah, me too.” He agreed, kissing your forehead, causing you to smile. Montgomery was a great guy, beneath the many and many outer shells.

Your bed was thankfully big, leaving a huge amount of room for two people. You removed your shirt and slipped off your shorts. “God, everything about you is beautiful.” He groaned, pulling you in by the waist. “Oh yeah?” You replied, leaning into a kiss. You took steps forward causing him to take steps back. He fell onto the bed, taking you down with him. You felt him smirk into the kiss.

As the kiss began to become more heated, your hips started to grind against him. His hands traveled down to your ass, gently squeezing it to gain a reaction out of you. You gasped into the kiss, giving him access to slide his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, which you gladly submitted to him. As the make-out session progressed, you both grew more hungry for each other. His hand slid down to your panties, slightly adding pressure. “Your underwear is drenched.” He said, grinning against your lips.

Your stomach twisted and turned just at his words. He always had a way to give you butterflies, and he sure as hell knew it too. “Shut up and fuck me.” You whispered into his ear, trying your best to compose yourself. You felt his pants become tighter under you, only turning you on more. “Whatever you say.” He gently shifted you lower onto his legs to allow him to take off his clothes. You patiently watched as he removed his clothing, slowly rubbing yourself in the process. “Get your sexy ass over here.” He said with his signature smirk.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back onto his lap. He reached to the bedside for the knife. You kept it at your bedside god forbid you ever ran into a situation. He carefully cut both strings of the thong, then proceeding to slide it under you to remove it. You sighed, feeling the thin fabric run against your folds. “Remove your bra. I wanna see your tits bounce when you’re bouncing on my dick.” You were quick to obey and unclasp your bra. He loved the way your breasts filled your bra perfectly, they had to his favorite part of your body.

You placed your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself. You took him into your hand and slowly slid onto his dick. You slowly threw your head back, allowing yourself to adjust to his length. “Take your time babe.” All you could do was nod in agreement, somewhat forgetting that you were both home alone. You soon adjusted, giving him a mhm to let him know you were about to move. His hands traveled to your waist, ready to help guide you on his cock. You steadily started moving up and down on him, earning grunts and moans from the both of you.

No matter how many times the either of you had sex. There were gentle times, and there were rough times. Despite the difference between the paces, every time always managed to be even better than the next.

The only sounds to fill the room were the sounds of the both of you and skin slapping. Considering no one was home, you both didn’t hold back. As you felt yourself getting tired, he started to pick up the work. He gripped onto your hips tightly and started to work you up and down onto him.

The one and only familiar knot started to form in your stomach. “Fuck Mont. I’m about to cum.” You screamed, about to break any minute. “Let go princess. Let go all fucking over me. I got you.” That was the only thing you needed to hear. You felt yourself explode all over him. You cried out as you came undone on top of him. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders as he continued to ride out your high. He loved the way your face scrunched. The way you made him feel. The way he made you felt.

You slid off him, whining at the emptiness. You knew he was close, but you just had to finish him off. You shifted to the side of the bed and bent your head down to be level with his still hard dick. You connected your mouth to his cock and took all of him into your mouth. The way you took him all in turned him on more than he could ever put into words. It didn’t take long to help him reach his high. You felt his cum shoot into your mouth, and you gladly swallowed.

You got up and rested his head onto his chest. By this time, you were both exhausted. At least you were. He never really was the type for affection. He wanted to protect you as you were one of the only people he cared about. But, he still wasn’t the one for affection. Sometimes he caved, but then again this was very rarely. This time, he was way too tired to even put up an argument. His hand reached to your back, rubbing up and down. “No matter what happens you know I’ll always be here for you right?” You said, half asleep. “Oh, I know. You can just never get enough of me.” He joked, soon falling asleep with you in his arms.

Hope this was enjoyable. Again, I do not condone his actions throughout the show. They were disgusting and inexcusable at all costs. He could have had a better storyline- but it seems as if the writers did everyone dirty.

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