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alohastyles-x · 2 years

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Psycho Killer - b.h.

Summary: You were dating the school hottie, but his possessive tendencies go a little too far...

Pairing: slasher!billy x reader ft Steve. Harrington

Wordcount: 6.8k

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of blood and gore, (Does not glorify Billy Hargrove), may cause anxiety idk - read at your own risk!

Notes: To kick off spooky szn- and my House or Horror Stories Event, I present to you: Slasher Billy Hargrove in Psycho Killer!! I'm super proud of this fic, it's my baby so treat her well

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The brisk autumn air rustled through the trees, stray leaves making their way to the ground. Halloween decorations littered the yards in the neighborhood you were walking through to get to school. Cobwebs- both real and fake- dusted the bushes, cars, and anything else that gave off a spooky effect. Leaves were entangled in the white lacy fabric of the faux cobwebs, adding to the vibe.

It was your favorite time of year. The air was just chilled enough to wear a variation of styles of outfits, all that your boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, thirsted over when you wore. On days when you were feeling particularly scandalous, you wore a pair of tights with a slight rip in the crotch- discreet enough to not be noticed, but wide enough to give him easy access. He absolutely hated you for it; in a good way of course.

The thing about Billy is that he’s a maniac, especially when it comes to you. There was a dark side to Billy you never questioned, even though you probably should have. If anyone messed with you, the next day they showed up with a broken nose, a black eye, and an apology. It was his signature move: No one fucked with you, and no one fucked with Billy Hargrove.

After the first couple of guys showed up to school bloodied up, no one dared mess with you. Boys were blubbering fools around you, making sure they didn’t say anything that would offend or upset you. School got a lot easier for you too, as your bullies dropped one by one. Your grades went up, and you climbed the social ladder next to Billy. You couldn’t be more grateful.

“There she is, speak of the devil,” Billy shouted once he saw you step onto the school grounds. A smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him.

“I was just talking about you,” he mumbled against your lips, as he leaned down and gave you a kiss.

“Oh yeah? My ears were ringing,” you responded. When you pulled back from his lips, Billy pulled you right back into his side- where you belonged. His friends continued their jovial conversation, and Billy snaked an arm around your waist, under your coat, hooking a finger in the band of your skirt.

Something red to your right caught your attention, and you let your eyes focus on what you saw: Steve Harrington with a bloodied nose and a bruised eye. Robin was next to him, shooting daggers in your direction.

“Billy? Did you do that to Steve?” You asked, concerned. Steve was your lab partner in biology, he was nothing but sweet to you. You couldn’t imagine how he would end up in this situation.

“Who? Oh, Harrington. I don’t remember,” he snickered, which was an obvious yes. You whipped back around to face Billy.

“What? Why, what did he do?”

“I don’t like the way he was lookin’ at you,” Billy just shrugged, as if that was the most natural reasoning in the world.

“Billy!” You scoffed, upset that he did something so stupid over something so trivial.

“What?” Billy asked, pissed you were questioning him. He got that look in his eye that screamed ‘don’t push him’. He cocked his head, waiting to see if you were going to behave. You decided to let it go, figuring it was just a one time thing.

Oh, if only hindsight was 20/20.

Later that day, you walked into your bio class and saw Steve sitting at your lab table. His head was down, a ball cap perched on his head. Some hair fell over his blackened eye. The blood from earlier no longer adorned his nose, but it was still bright red. It was clear he got into an altercation.

“Well don’t you look particularly goth today,” you commented, noticing his all black attire that you somehow missed earlier. Steve didn’t respond. Usually, the two of you were able to goof off of one another, bantering back and forth.

Today was different.

“Hello? Did you hear me?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Steve!”

“Y/N, I think it’s best we don’t talk to each other anymore, okay?” Steve responded, finally. It was just a whisper, but you could have heard it from across the room.

“What? Why?”

But you got no response. You sighed loudly and opened your binder, ready to start class. It was then, a scrap of paper slid your way. You looked over to Steve, who was still looking down at his thumbs. As you opened the tiny piece of paper though, you instantly recognized it as his handwriting.

‘Sorry. Billy made me do it.’

You grabbed your pencil off the table and wrote back.

‘Made you do what?” You squeezed onto the space of paper he ripped off. You slid it back to him, and waited inpatiently for him to respond. Your leg shook violently under the table. Finally, after what felt like ages, the little slip of paper landed in front of you again.

‘Unfriend you’

You simply shook your head. You knew he wasn’t going to go against Billy- not after what he did to his face. You may be hot, but you weren’t worth being pummeled every day over- you had to agree with that. You tore the note up, and shoved the remnants in your pocket.

After class ended, you gathered your things and met Billy out in the hallway. He always waited for you after class. You weren’t sure how he managed to get there so fast, but you never questioned it.

“Hey Harrington, what happened to your face?” Billy asked, filling the hallway with his own laughter as Steve just shook his head and continued down the hallway.

“My god, Billy, what is wrong with you?” You asked, shocked he was acting like this. It was one thing when a guy touched you without your permission, or made a nasty comment- but Steve? Steve was innocent. You were sure of it.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, why do you keep defending him? I told you, I don’t like how he looks at you. Just trust me. I know skeevy guys better than you.”

“Oh yeah? Then why did I always have to bring those skeevy guys to your attention?” You retorted, pushing Billy off of you. You were causing a scene, but you didn’t care.

“Oh, don’t you walk away from me!” Billy hollered. You raised your middle finger up in the air as you continued to walk away. The hallway filled with ‘oooh’s’ as onlookers reveled in your very public argument. The day was finally over, so you made your way out to the parking lot.

Robbin and Steve were still in the hallway, watching your disagreement go down. Robin rolled her eyes and slammed her locker shut.

“It’s just not fair, Steve, why do dickheads like that get to rule the school, and people like us just, just get lost in the background of society, completely abandoned and forgotten? I mean has a single person asked what happened to you today? Or even point out your injuries?” Robin rambled.

“Actually, yeah. Y/n did.”

“Ugh, don’t even say her name, I can’t hear it right now.” Robin continued ranting about the atrocities of society and the patriarchy, but Steve tuned her out. There was only one thing on his mind: you.

Steve knew why he sustained the injuries on his face. Billy had overheard him discussing his crush with Robin and the second your name slipped, Billy had a hold on Steve’s hair, yanking him back.

“What did you just say, Harrington?” He had asked, gripping his hair harder.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, come on man, I didn’t say anything bad,” Steve mumbled, his hands moving defensively to guard his head.

“Hey, man, get off!” Robin shouted, attempting to push Billy away. This just pissed him off even more, but he knew he couldn’t do anything to Robin since she was a girl. So he turned back to the one he could rough up.

Robin gave Steve an apologetic look as Billy laid him a good one, right in the middle of his face. It knocked Steve flat on his back, but Billy was quick to stand over him, grabbing the collar of his shirt.

“I don’t ever want to hear her name fall from your mouth again, Harrington. Understood?” Billy snarled.

“We… we have classes together, man, what do you want me to do?” Steve stuttered. Billy didn’t like him talking back. He raised his fist and landed another blow to Steve’s face- this time, right in his eye. Steve groaned, his vision going blurry.

“Don’t talk to her then, that clear enough for you?” Billy spat, quite literally, in Steve’s face, before releasing him. His back hit the ground with a thud, before Robin was right by his side helping him sit back up. The last thing he saw was Billy’s leather jacket and jeans walking away before he passed out from the blows.

Steve was going to have a hard time keeping that promise to Billy. You had no idea he’s had a crush on you all year. You were all he talked about with his friends; quite frankly, they were tired of hearing about you. But he couldn’t stop. He was mesmerized by you, the way you move, the way your voice reminded him of smooth honey. The way you smelled intoxicated him, filling up with the scent of jasmine and vanilla. If he could bottle it up, he would. He had you mostly figured out. You were pristine- at least in public- never letting Billy get too handsy with you. You liked things neat, orderly, your books all had to stack on the edge of the desk. If you wore jeans, you always wore your boots, but if you wore your skirts, then you always wore some keds. It was like a ritual. He could always count on it too.

The only thing he couldn’t figure out about you, was why you went after him. The idiot asshole of the school. You could have had anyone you wanted, and you chose him. Steve wouldn’t have been so upset if you chose, literally, anyone else. But you chose his competition in everything. And he couldn’t pass it off as you being dumb, or naieve- he saw the grades you got, and he saw the looks you gave Billy; you knew exactly what you were doing.

You were just having your fun, and he had to get over it.

“Steve… Steve!” Robin was waving a hand in front of his face. The two of them had reached Steve’s car, and he was just stood in front of it.

“Oh, right, sorry,” Steve responded, pulling himself out of his thoughts. Just as he was about to unlock the car though, a scream from across the courtyard caught his attention. It sounded just like you.

It was you.

But he quickly saw Billy’s hands around your waist, and you with a giant smile on your face. It was nothing but youthful bliss. Apparently, the two of you had made up; hot and cold you were.

That night, you found yourself home alone. Your parents had gone out for their anniversary, and left a note saying they were going to be late. Deciding to have a movie night, you made some popcorn on the stove, and poured yourself a glass of soda. There weren't many movies in your home, besides an elite collection of horror movies you had stolen from Family Video over the last year that Steve had started working there.

Sometimes you went in just to hang out, watch him as he weaved in between the shelves, either talking to Robin or attempting- horribly- to flirt with the ladies that came in. He never seemed to notice you though as you slinked behind him.

You selected April Fools Day, and popped it into the tape player. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn and your soda, you went over to the couch and sat down. You draped a blanket over your legs and settled in. You were about to hit play, when the curt, loud ring of the phone cut through the silence.

For a minute, it sent chills down your spine, but you got up and headed over to the receiver.

“Hello?” You said, cautiously. You glanced at the clock. 11 p.m. Who would be calling this late?

“Hey, baby, I like what you’re wearing.” The sentence made you stop dead in your tracks, your heart sinking instantly.

“W-what?” You stuttered into the phone. There was heaving breathing on the other end that got louder, and louder, until…

“Boo!” Billy’s hands found your waist, making you scream and drop the phone.

“Oh my god! Billy! What the fuck!” You screeched, as tears began to form. You hated that you were on the verge of crying, but he scared the absolute shit out of you.

“You should really keep your doors locked, babe. It’s not safe, you didn’t even hear me come in!” Billy’s tone changed in the quick of an instant. He was like this, calm and goofy one second, and insufferable the next.

“I- I thought I locked the door behind me?” You questioned, vividly remembering turning around and locking it when you got home.

“The basement door was unlocked.”

Chills went down your spine again. Why was Billy wandering around your house, and why did he even try the basement door? You were about to ask him these things, but his mouth was quickly on yours, making you instantly melt and forget any possible question you had formed.

The night took a turn for the best, as Billy made you remember just why you liked him. His body was absolutely delicious, making all the negatives seem worth it to you- especially to know his body was all yours. It was like your treat for putting up with what you did. Billy knew this too, he always made sure to oil up his body before, if he wasn’t already sweaty, to give his skin that glistening look you loved so much.

After you had finished, and the two of you were cuddled on the couch, you decided to bring up Steve again.

“Billy, I really don’t like what you did to Steve. We’re just friends, and he’s harmless.”

“Shh, none of that right now baby,” he whispered, focusing his attention back to the movie.

“No, I’m serious,” you sat up, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. This made Billy groan.

“Y/n, I’m not discussing this right now, be a good girl and listen.”

“But-”

“No! No but’s! God, we were having such a great night, why do you always have to turn it into something. I don’t like Steve. He’s a twit for brains and he’s got some nerve thinking he can act however he wants around you,” Billy started. He was yelling now, getting up from his position on the couch. He grabbed your cheeks in between his thumbs, pursing your lips forward. You whimpered at the pain.

“You are mine, y/n, mine. And if I ever see you talking to that idiot, he’s dead. You understand?”

You nodded your head slowly, and he released your cheeks.

“Good girl.”

A week later you were sitting next to Steve in Bio. He was quiet today, something you deemed your new ‘normal’. The two of you had settled into a nice routine, however, of briefly nodding at each other when you sat down, and quickly looking around to make sure none of Billy’s spies had snuck in to see. Then, you’d settle your head into your palm, while Steve rested on his arm on the desk, and waited for the instruction to start.

“Alright, I have a new lab assignment for you guys, this one will span the course of the next couple of days, so you will have to work on it outside of class,” the teacher said, causing a chorus of groans to echo through the room.

“I know, I know, but I was nice enough this time to let you guys work on it with the lab partners at your table.”

Panic began to run through you, and you were stunned in your seat. Oh no, this wasn’t good. What were you going to do? You couldn't ask to switch partners without having to explain why… and you could not think of a decent explanation off the top of your head. You definitely couldn’t tell him the truth, that your boyfriend threatened to kill your lab partner if you spoke to him….

“So, I guess we’re lab partners,” Steve said timidly as he glanced around the room. He was nervous too.

“I guess so,” you gave a nervous laugh. “I guess we can meet at my place after school, my parents won’t be home so it’ll be easy to get today’s part done and over with?” You suggested. The truth was, you didn’t want Billy to somehow follow and find out where Steve lived- even though it was a small town and all Billy had to do was ask a passerby and easily find out where the Harrington’s lived.

“That works, I can meet you there after school, to save you the, uh, trouble. Just write down your address,” Steve tore a tiny slip of paper and slid it your way. You quickly jotted it down and slid it back. It was like the two of you just exchanged a price for a very expensive, very illegal item.

“Good deal.” Steve said, quickly sliding the note into his jeans.

You gave him a small smile, and a quick nod, before focusing back on the teacher. You couldn’t stop your leg from violently shaking underneath the table though. Steve noticed; of course he noticed. He wanted so desperately to reach out and still your leg, keeping his hand on your knee until you felt safe and secure. It was killing him that he had to sit and watch you stress.

Finally, to his relief, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. You shot up from your seat, leaving immediately to meet Billy in the hall with a smile. Billy caught Steve’s eye from the door and gave him his signature smirk, before wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder and walking you out of the building.

“What do you say we go get some shakes, baby?” Billy asked, catching you off guard. Something was up, he never asked you to hang out immediately after school. You immediately looked behind you, looking to see if Steve was anywhere close by; he wasn’t.

“I would, but I have this huge lab project for science I have to complete,” you answered, hoping Billy would bite the bait and let it go.

“Just one shake, come onnnn,” he pleaded. “If you’re gonna be busy with homework the next couple of days, then I want to see you before you disappear into your little study cave.”

You contemplated his answer for a second, before nodding your head. He gave you yet another ‘good girl’, patted your head, and opened the passenger door of his camaro for you. You slid in, and as you did so, you made eye contact with Steve across the lot. He got the message: you were going to be a bit.

When Billy dropped you back off at your house, you breathed a sigh of relief. That relief only flourished as you saw him round the corner out of your neighborhood. Not long after, Steve could be seen walking up the hill. It was obvious he parked a couple of streets over; smart. You never thought of that.

“Alright, you ready?” Steve asked once he reached the end of your driveway. Feeling guilty, you sheepishly nodded and led him inside. You were unsure why you felt guilty, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You were literally just working on an assignment.

But a part of you knew Billy’s threat wasn’t just a bluff. He was never one to be all talk and no bite. If Billy said someone would be dead, then someone would be bloodied and pummeled on the ground, barely breathing before he decked one final blow.

“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” You asked, trying to shake off the thoughts of a bloody Steve.

“Just water, for now,” Steve responded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. You poured him a glass of water, and a glass for yourself and sat down next to him.

The two of you began working on the lab assignment, but soon got distracted by asking questions with absolutely no academic relation. It started when you asked him how his nose healed.

“It healed alright, just tender,” he responded, pinching the bridge of his nose. Your face softened as you watched him wince when his fingers pinched a little too hard. Getting up from your seat, you went to the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen peas, then grabbed a towel.

“Here, this will help the tenderness,” you handed him the frozen bag wrapped in the floral kitchen towel.

“Thanks,” he took it, and gingerly placed it on his nose. The sight made your heart sink. This was all your fault, even though you weren’t entirely sure what happened between them. You knew Billy wouldn’t tell you, but maybe…

“What happened? What made him do this to you?” It came out rushed and flustered, which just made Steve chuckle, instantly thinking of Robin.

“I honestly don’t know. One minute, I was sitting there talking to Robin, I may have name dropped you, but not for anything negative, and the next thing I know my head is being yanked back by my hair.”

“Oh, god, Steve… I’m so sorry,” you responded, tears forming in your eyes.

“Oh hey, hey, hey, it’s not your fault, shhh,” Steve comforted, setting the bag of peas down and bringing his other hand up to your cheek. He rested his other arm against the back of your chair.

“It is!” You sobbed.

“Shhh, no, it’s not y/n. It’s his and his insecure, uncontrollable rage, I’m fine, see!” He pulled a goofy smile, only wincing slightly when his nose scrunched. It made you chuckle.

“I promise, y/n, it’s okay. I’m okay,” he whispered.

You stared into his eyes, completely mesmerized by them. You hadn’t ever noticed their color before now. They weren’t just brown, they were darkly golden, the color of chestnuts with little hazy streaks in them. They were beautifully captive, pulling you in slowly. You wanted those eyes to watch you come completely undone. To see what the thoughts made you do to yourself alone in your bed at night; it wasn’t Billy you thought of.

“y/n…” you hadn’t even realized you were slowly leaning in, until Steve softly grabbed your chin to stop you. Oh god, what were you doing!

“I-I’m so sorry,” you whispered, but you didn’t pull away. Neither did he. The two of you just stared at each other, both of you wishing so desperately you could lean in and give into the temptation.

Suddenly, a thump from down stairs pulled you from your sinful thoughts and made your blood run ice cold. You remembered Billy sneaking in the other night through your basement door. Fuck. It was probably him, trying to prove a point again.

“Go, fuck, you have to hide!” You whispered, grabbing Steve by the jacket and pulling him up.

“What?” He clearly hadn’t heard the same thump you did, but you knew in your gut that Billy was here.

“He’s here!” You continued shoving him down the hall and into the guest bedroom. “Hide somewhere in here, and be quiet, please, for the love of god, don’t make a sound.”

He heard the panic in your voice, which only raised the panic in him. Clumsily, he managed to slide himself under the bed.

Back in the kitchen, you were quickly shoving Steve’s things in his bag, and frantically trying to find a place to hide it. You haphazardly shoved it on the side of the couch Billy never really goes, and ran back into the kitchen.

You had just settled back into your seat when you realized the bag of peas were still out on the counter. You heard the basement door creak open. Fuck, it was too late to try and move them. Taking a deep breath, you posed yourself over your homework, as if you had been studying this whole time. Maybe he won’t see it.

“Y/n? I thought your parents weren’t supposed to be him?” He asked, looking around cautiously.

“They’re not,” you responded, very confused.

“I thought I heard voices…” he trailed off, still glancing around.

“What are you even doing sneaking in here” you asked, taking a big gulp. He could sense the vibes were off.

“What? I can’t come see my girlfriend?” He asked, suddenly very serious.

“What?” You responded, trying to calm your nerves to sound normal, but this bait and switch left you utterly confused. It wasn’t enough for Billy though, he could sense your anxiety like an animal tracking its prey. Because that's what Billy was: an Animal. It was clear to you now, in the way he moved towards you, slow and meticulous, as if he was backing you into a corner.

“So, no one’s here?” He circled back to the original question.

“No, Billy, it’s just me.”

“So, who are the frozen peas for?” He asked condescendingly, as he pointed to the bag in front of you. Shit.

“Don’t play dumb with me, little girl,” he sneered when you took too long to answer.

“I was t-thawing them.” Crap. Your voice betrayed you.He smirked, getting a thrill from seeing you twitch uncomfortably in front of him.

“You’re up to something… someones here.”He was now in front of you, his finger pointing in your face. You gulped. He knew.

“Let's find out who it is,” he boasted dramatically, pushing off your chair and twirling around to face the living room. You hesitated in your seat, thinking he’s just playing one of his sick games, the ones that leave you crying and sobbing and him cradling you, soothing you to sleep. He was sick and twisted, this wasn’t new to you, and you weren’t sure why you continued to be with him.

He moved his way around the living room, looking around. He stopped suddenly as he looked to his left. Fuck, fuck fuck. He found it. He leaned down and grabbed the object he was looking at.

“Whose is this huh?” He asked, holding the black bag up to the light. You stayed silent, not a single word coming to your mouth to say. Work, brain work, you scolded yourself.

Billy moved slowly towards you again, holding the bag away from him as if it was infected. He wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly whose it was: the same person who drove the BMW parked down the street. When you continued to stay silent, your leg shaking violently against the chair leg, he felt his rage surge.

“I said, whose bag is it?” He yelled, chucking the bag at you. It hit your face, leaving a red mark where the metal zippers had hit. Tears sprung in your eyes at the sharp, quick pain of the metal snapping against your cheek.

“See, I already know whose bag it is. I just need you to say it. You never listen, y/n. Now, I have to do something I really don’t want to do.”

“Billy, no!” You screamed as he stalked into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the butcher's block. It glittered in the kitchen light, the stainless steel reflecting rays across the kitchen.

“You left me no choice. I gave you one, simple little rule, and you had to go and break it. I won’t go easy on him… but I promise to go easy on you.” He twisted the knife on the pad of his pointer finger, drawing a few drops of blood. When enough blood had formed, he walked over to you and ran his finger down your cheek. The sight of his blood mixing with your tears enticed him, and he couldn’t help but run his finger down and into your mouth. You were stunned in your seat at the psychotic man he was turning into before you.

“Billy, please don’t do this,” you whispered, your voice trembling. He stroked your cheek with the hand that was still bloody.

“Oh honey… you brought this on yourself.” His hands snaked their way up into your hair, before gripping around a portion of it. You whimpered at the pain, and that only seemed to rile him up.

“Billy stop! You’re hurting me!”

“No,” he chuckled. His eyes darkened as he pulled you up out of the chair by your hair. He began to drag you down the hall and into your bedroom. You were kicking and screaming the whole way, making sure to kick against the spare bedroom door to warn Steve. There was a window he could crawl out of to easily escape.

“Billy, please, stop!” You choked out, trying to get him off of your hair. He slammed your head back against your foot board, before taking the cuffs out of your bedside draw you once used with him. He cuffed you to the end of the bed, making sure anything useful was out of reach- including the key that he shoved in his front pocket.

You were sobbing uncontrollably at this point, pleading with him to let you go. Something overcame him and he couldn’t stop. The intensity of the situation, the anxiety, the control… he thrived off of it.

“Now, I gotta go find this boy toy of yours and take care of him. He really likes you, you know. Too much to stay away I guess.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and walked out. You screamed a blood curdling scream, praying silently that Steve had left.

“Oh Steve,” Billy said in a sing-song voice as he walked down the hall, looking into all the bedrooms. He finally reached the spare bedroom, and turned the doorknob slowly.

Steve took a deep breath in, and held it. Of course Steve was still in there. He wasn’t going to leave you alone with a psycho, no matter how much that psycho claimed he loved you. Billy was blood thirsty now, and no love could stop that.

During your altercation with Billy though, Steve had managed to silently take down the metal rod from the closet, and snuck it back under the bed he was in. He could hear Billy whistling, and watched as his boots scuffed against the hardwood floor. He paused at the foot of the bed.

Steve heard the bed squeak as Billy sat down on it, reveling in the suspension.

“I know you’re in here Harrington.” His voice was raspy, as he stared blankly ahead. It was like he was possessed. Steve took this as his chance to try and escape. He slowly slid from under the bed, trying his best to be quiet.

Steve was almost free, when his foot got caught against the footpost on the bed. He mentally cursed himself as Billy whipped around. He had the big butcher knife from the kitchen in his hand, pointing it at Steve.

“Listen, man, we can talk this out,” Steve pleaded, holding one hand behind his back. Stupid, stupid Billy just thought he was trying to find the door handle. He smiled, thinking he had him caught.

In a matter of seconds, Billy had leaped forward with the knife, snagging Steve on the arm just as Steve swung the rod from behind his back and smacked Billy over the head with it. His thick body landed with a thud on the ground. He was unconscious.

“y/n?” Steve yelled, running into your room. He saw the tears glistening your cheeks, as well as the handcuff that had now reddened your wrist from when you tried slipping out of it.

“Steve!” You were excited to see him alive. You for sure thought that Steve had hit the floor and not billy.

“Oh my god you’re bleeding!” You panicked, noticing the blood dripping down Steve’s arm.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” He noticed the blood on your face and a concerned look flashed across. He quickly tried to find the source of the blood, but you pulled away.

“It’s his,” you whispered, trying not to think back to when he drug his blood across your skin.

“That sick bastard.”

All you could do was cry in response. He looked frantically around for the key, and the grim thought finally forefronted in your mind.

“Steve,” you whispered, defeated. “He… he has the key… in his front left pocket.”

“Shit, okay, okay hold on, I’m going to go get it.” He snuck back into the hallway, slowly making his way down to the open door on the left.

As he neared the doorway, he breathed a sigh of relief to see that Billy still laid unconscious on the ground. He quickly went through Billy’s front pockets as best he could until he found the tiny key. Running back down to your room, he fumbled trying to unlock your hand from the cuff.

“Okay, he’s knocked out, we can go,” Steve said. He helped you up, and the two of you stumbled down the hallway, trying to make it to the door.

Suddenly, a loud scream erupted from behind you,a scream, and then you lost the grip on Steve’s hand. You turned around to see Billy with the butcher knife in his hand, Steve sprawled out in a pool of his own blood. He was moaning, which meant he was still alive, thank god.

“Steve!” You cried out. Billy was standing over him with the knife that was now stained and dripping with blood, and began to move towards you. You were hysterically crying now, your worst nightmare playing out before you.

Backing up down the hallway, you repeatedly told Billy ‘no’, trying to get him to stop. He wasn’t listening. Of course he wouldn’t listen. He was bloodthirsty and seeing red. You tripped over the threshold that went into the living room and landed with a thud on the floor. You attempted to crawl backwards to get back to your feet, but Billy was faster. Always faster.

“Uh-uh-uh,” he said, wagging his finger in a ‘no’ fashion. “Your turn isn’t over yet.”

He had a crazed look in his eye as he leaned over you, the knife still in his hand. He traced the tip of it down your face where his blood had now stained and down to your neck.

“I always did like the way your neck looked. So pretty… so vulnerable…” he trailed off in an eerie whisper. “Would be a shame if someone…” he pressed the tip of the knife into your skin, a drop of blood forming at the sight, “... were to slit it.”

Panic rose up in you, and you mentally began saying your goodbyes. You were a blubbering fool, tears streaming down your face and neck. There was no stopping the hysterics at this point; you were traumatized.

You didn’t want to die, not yet; there was still so much left to do in your life. You were supposed to go to college, get married possibly, have kids. You wanted to travel the world, travel the states, see what all life had to offer you. You’d be damned if all of that was going to be cut loose by some deranged maniac getting off on seeing your blood.

With an energetic groan, you began to fight back, pushing against his arm. You managed to get the knife away from your neck, but keeping it away was the difficult part. Billy was very clearly stronger than you, and in two seconds he had both of your hands in one of his hands pinned above your head.

“Remember this?” He laughed boisterously. How could he still make a sexual inference while you were both drenched in blood, terrorized in front of him? He was truly sadistic.

The blade of the knife ran down your chest. It felt cool against the hot flush of your skin. He hoisted the knife just above your heart.

“Billy, please, no,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. For a second it seemed you had gotten through, he looked at you with pity, empathy even. But in a split second, his eyes glazed over once more.

“I’m sorry,” he said, a smile on his face. He raised the knife up, the light catching the tip and blinding you for a second. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, waiting for the piercing sensation to spread through you.

Only it never came. There was a yell, then a grunt, and a heavy object fell on top of you. You peaked your eyes open to see Billy’s mop of curls on your chest, and felt a slick running down your chest. Steve stood above the two of you, a bloody knife in one hand, the other pushing back his hair. He was staggering, clearly struggling to stand.

After you processed what just happened, you pushed Billy’s body off of you. It took a great amount of effort; his deadweight was heavy. You stumbled to your feet and ran over to Steve just as he started to move unsteadily.

“I got you,” you whispered, wrapping his free hand around your shoulder. He dropped the knife and leaned into you. You hobbled him over to the kitchen table and sat him down in the chair he once occupied hours ago, before heading to the receiver in the kitchen. Picking up the phone, you dialed 911.

Only there was no dial tone. Billy must have cut the wire at some point. You took a deep breath before placing the phone back on the receiver and walking over to Steve.

“We have to walk to the neighbors to call 911,” you stuttered in between your tears. At this point the exhaustion was setting in. The events of the night had finally caught up to you, and all you wanted was to curl up into a ball and sleep it off. Steve only grumbled in response. It was clear he was still losing blood, and much too quickly.

“Okay, please, Steve, come on, stay with me. I can’t lose you too,” you cried. He merely nodded his head in response; it was all he could do. You helped him stand again, and slowly the two of you walked out of your house and up to the neighbors door.

They were startled by your appearance and called the emergency services right away. It took them only ten minutes to arrive at your house. The red and blue flashing lights sent a wave of relief over you.

You were finally safe.

A couple of weeks had passed since the attack on you and Steve. He had sustained multiple life threatening injuries, and had spent an extended period of time in the hospital recovering. You managed to walk out with a few stitches and bruises. What you lacked in physical trauma though was made up for in an abundance of mental trauma. The doctors called it “post-traumatic stress disorder”, or PTSD.

It plagued your mind daily, but with a small concoction of medication, you were able to make it through the days. Nights were the hardest for you. You constantly relived the trauma in your dreams, making it hard for you to sleep. The doctor prescribed you some sleep medication to take to try tonight though. You were hopeful.

You had drifted off to sleep hours ago, sleeping peacefully for once since the events unfolded.

But a knock pulled you out of unconsciousness. Thinking it was your mom you opened your eyes. Nothing was there, and your door was propped open with no one behind it.

“Hmmm,” you said to yourself, before brushing it off and settling back under the covers. It wasn’t long before you heard the sound again. You opened your eyes again, but there wasn’t anything there.

Convinced your mind was just playing tricks on you, you tried to fall back asleep. Only, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that flooded your body.

“y/n.” It was a whisper that came from the edge of your body. Chills shivered down your spine, as you slowly opened your eyes and turned your head. Your heart stopped.

There, at the end of your bed stood Billy Hargrove, covered in blood, flashing his signature smile.

| 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 |

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Vaultie

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: Yes by @silverose365

Warnings: Angst, Strong Language, Fluff, Allusions to Cannibalism

Word Count: 2,119

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Summary: If Cooper Howard had a nickel for every time he came across an escaped vault dweller looking to find her father and to change the world…

The sight of the blue Vault-Tec wandering through the Wasteland made The Ghoul let out a low growl. How many of these people were going to be popping up? He watched her wander around, trying to talk to some people, but they had just turned her away at the first sight of blue. She was not much different than the other Vaultie he had come across. Same kind of naive look in her eyes, along with hope. Hope was a commodity up here. Just as he was finishing up his last drink at the one bar within a hundred miles that would actually take his caps, this vault dweller strolled right on up to him.

“Excuse me, I was wondering if you were interested in a trade.” She pitched, shoulders back and a determined look on her face.

“Sorry darlin’, not interested in a whore tonight.” Howard spoke with a low drawl. He got great joy of seeing the appalled look on the vault girl’s face.

“Oh, I’m not a- that’s, that’s not what I was offering. I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to this location. I have caps.” Pulling a piece of paper from her suit, she procured a pencil as well from a separate pouch. She put those items in one hand, and she wrestled with a bag on her hip that Cooper could hear the clanking of bottle caps coming from. The paper and pencil were set down in front of the ghoul, and she got her caps ready to give away. He grabbed the paper from the table and eyed her wearily as he read the address.

“Now what’s a vault dweller like you,” he gestured to her, “doing in a place like this,” motioning to their surroundings, “and looking for a place like this?” He finished by holding up the paper.

“I’m looking into Vault-Tec. The experiment they were running in my vault, it was barbaric to say the least. And when I found out things that I should not have, I escaped to here. The people down there, they don’t know any different than their life that has been played with and manipulated.” She explained, sitting down in the chair across from The Ghoul.

“Well, that is some might fine ideas. Afraid it won’t get you nowhere up here. Every few years, someone has a great idea to save the world. But it’s just a load of horseshit.” Cooper went on, fiddling with the paper in his hands.

“Look, I don’t particularly care about that. I’m on my own mission, and I need help to navigate this place. Now, what do you say? Fifty caps for directions on how to get there?” This Vaultie was testing his patience, but fifty caps is fifty caps. Without a word, Cooper wrote down on the piece of paper all the directions she would need. After that it was up to her to interpret and follow them.

“The caps?” He held out his hand while holding back the paper. Once the bottle caps were placed n his grasp, he counted them quickly, before handing over the paper and pencil to the Vaultie. But when she leaned in close, that is when he saw it. Words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them.

“I didn’t catch your name, darlin’.” Cooper prompted, tugging back the paper at the last second before she could grasp it.

“I didn’t throw it. May I please have my paper and pencil back?” She tried one more time to swipe them, but Cooper was faster than she was.

“Be warned now. You go lookin’ into Vault-Tec, you probably not gonna like what you find. It’s a whole mess of an operation.” He stated, low and slow. There was something about this girl in front of him that he just could not put his finger on.

“I appreciate the concern, but I’m going to find out what they’re doing, and expose them.” Finally, she was able to get her hands on the paper and pencil in his other hand. She stood from the table, and turned to to leave when something that Cooper said caught her attention.

“You never know who is gonna be the one behind the shitstorm. Could be someone close to you. I don’t think your mind can handle the truth once you find it out, Vaultie.” Her face was thick with confusion, and then it was full of fury.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think I can and can’t handle. And I don’t know what kind of grudge you hold against us, but I couldn’t really care less. Besides, you took my caps so surely you can’t hate me that much.” And with that, she made her way out of the bar, and into the sweltering day ahead.

Cooper sat in that bar for a good long while nursing his final drink. This vault dweller was certainly different than the previous one. She could hold her own but to what end? Surely, she was not going to last long in the Wasteland. Downing the rest of the liquor, he threw some caps on to the table, pocketed the rest and set out. It was not hard for him to find her; the tracks in the sand making it easy. But he kept a distance from her, and made sure she never knew he was there.

As they traveled, Cooper saw less and less of a vault dweller, and more of a surface dweller in her. The way she negotiated, carried herself, and overall acted; you would never be able to tell she came from a vault had it not been for that blue jumpsuit. He never intervened, always waiting on the sidelines. But he did keep an eye on this determined vault dweller. The scariest part of her journey was when they came across fiends.

“Hello, little lady. What are you doin’ out here?” A man leered at her, crowding her against the side of the building that Cooper had hid behind. He watched intently, waiting to see if he would need to intervene.

“I’m just passing through. Excuse me.” She tried to move past the man, but he shoved her back. Another fiend came around to crowd her in, and another, and another, and another. She was outnumbered five to one, and was looking around in a desperate attempt to find an opening. Cooper moved his duster back and had his hand on his pistol, ready to dispatch of these men. However, that thought made him pause. What was he doing following this girl on her journey? Maybe that other vault dweller was making him soft. No, it could not be.

“Oh, she’s got manners. That’s a real sweet thing to come out of your mouth. Hopefully the rest of you is that sweet.” The leader made a move to grab her, and Cooper was ready to draw his pistol when a shot rang out.

The lead fiend dropped to the ground dead. Her gun was still smoking, and she wasted no time in shooting the four other men who tried to touch her again. By the end, she was splattered with blood and breathing heavily. She began to loot through their bodies while Cooper moved further back in the shadows. He tried to make no noise, but a rock slipped from under his feet and made the Vaultie’s head whip around to where he was standing. There was a beat of silence, but she turned back to her task at hand when she did not hear anything else.

From then on, Cooper had no reason not to trust that she could handle herself. It had been so long that he had cared for anyone other than himself. The feeling was so foreign now, but it crept in without his say so. The unknowing duo walked for days and days, until finally their destination came into view. The broken, and abandoned building stood tall even with all thee destruction around it. She made her way in, but Cooper remained outside. The Ghoul found the shadiest spot alongside the building, and stopped for a rest and water.

The vault dweller began to look around the decrepit building, finding the floor where Vault-Tec records were held, and began to climb the stairs. There was nothing stopping her now; she could see the finish line. Once she was inside the Vault-Tec office, she Egan rifling through the files on the desks. What she found, astounded her.

Hundreds of vaults, and their subsequent experiments. The depth of human depravity never ceased to amaze her. While the description of her vault made her angry, the others made her blood boil. Human lives treated like lab rats in a sick and twisted experiment for society’s so called betterment. Stowing the files in her bag, she began to look around for information from before the vaults. Files detailing how they would get people down into those vaults that they created were littered about. But the more she read, the more the was enraged. However, there was one file that caught her attention.

Pages that described the bombings in great detail, dated hundreds of years ago. And she read through everyone. She was losing daylight, but she needed to read through everything. Her eyes scanned hundreds of words, and was trying to process everything when she finally go to the page that was used as the sign off sheets for the bombings. When she read the names of those who signed off, her heart dropped. The file slipped out of her hand, and there was no feeling left in her body.

Her father signed off on these bombs.

It took a while for the feeling to return to her limbs. When it finally all hit her, a scream tore through her vocal chords before she could stop it. All the pent up emotions and memories that now felt scarred; it was all coming out now. She calmed herself down, and snatched the file from the ground. As much as she hated it, she knew it was going to be important. There was no way around it if she wanted to help the people in the vaults.

Making her way back outside the building, the sunset ahead was painting the sky in a brilliant red with streaks of purple and orange. She went to turn the side of the building and was met with The Ghoul that had first helped her with the directions that led her here. He was leaning against the building, but was quick to stand up straight when he heard her round the corner. His undead heart broke just a little bit when he saw the broke look on her face. It was so different to the determined face that she held, even in the times that she should have been scared out of her wits.

“You alright there, Vaultie?” His tone was laced with concern that was not normal anymore. Cooper stepped closer, opened his arms, and brought her in close. She tried to fight, but her arms felt weak even to her as she tried to hit the ghoul before her. Her punches did not even make a dent in the man, but he let her get all of her frustration out before he knew the inevitable drop. And drop she did. Once her energy and anger were exhausted, her legs gave way and she collapsed in Cooper.

“Calm down there, darlin’. You’re alright now. The pain’ll go away soon.” He comforted the girl in his arms.

“Did you know?” She whispered, her voice hoarse.

“Yes.” He replied.

“I know it stings, darlin’. I warned you not to go lookin’. Knew you wouldn’t like what you found.” Howard continued, now stroking his gloved hand over her hair.

“But I needed to. I need to know what is going on. It’s so sheltered down there, and people are so naive. They deserve to know,” came her soft cry. It broke his heart even further apart.

“You’re doin’ a very selfless thing here. You’re gonna be alright though. Already survived bein’ up here for this long. You’ll make it up here Vaultie.” It was comforting to hear such kind words after being on the surface and away from home for so long.

All the girl did was nod into The Ghoul’s chest. She was going to be fine, and she was going to help the people in the vaults. Her mind was alright made up; she was no longer going to be a vault dweller and apart of their twisted system. She was now a surface dweller, and really needed to get rid of her jumpsuit.

#rebelliousstories #writing #cooper the ghoul howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard imagine #cooper howard #the ghoul imagine #the ghoul fallout #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul #fallout imagine #fallout

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jayfortheday · 2 years

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buying eli a camera he’s wanted for years. he won’t shut up about how he’s been saving for it and how it’ll make his films look so much smoother and clear and you have him the camera and he’s giddy like a child on christmas day

Just Because (Eli Brooks)

Pairing: Eli Brooks x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 1002

Description: After saving up enough money, Y/N buys Eli a fancy new camera he's been eyeing for a while

Tags: fluffy, gift giving, hugging

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As you passed the store window, you saw Eli’s eyes wander up the window display. You paused with him and looked up to see what drew his attention. Situated in the upper corner of the display was a camera, with a piece of cardboard next to it displaying its features.

“Haven’t we seen that one before?” You asked Eli, turning to look at him.

“Yeah, it’s actually been out for a while now,” Eli responded. “I just can’t help but stare at it every time.”

“You want it? We can go in,” you offered. Eli turned to you and shook his head.

“Nah, I don’t really have the cash for it right now, maybe next year, I can save enough to get it,” Eli said, shrugging his shoulders. “But let me tell you, if I had enough, I would get it in a heartbeat. I mean, look at all that stuff!” He pointed up at the sign displaying all the features you didn’t quite understand.

“Alright,” you hummed. “Next time, I guess.” Eli nodded and continued to lead you through the shopping center.

“Oh, babe. I gotta do some shopping in here, ok?” Eli said, pointing at a store with his thumb. “You can come, or you can just wander for a bit.”

“I think I’ll look around for a bit,” you replied, placing your hands in your pockets.

“Ok, I’ll be done in, like, 15 minutes or so,” Eli smiled, walking away to enter the store. With Eli distracted, you walked back the way you had come, back to the camera store. You glanced up at the display window again, searching for a price. Yeesh, with a price tag of $500, you can understand what Eli meant when he said he had to save up.

You retreated into the store to search for an employee. At the front counter stood a friendly-looking older woman, smiling with her hands clasped in front of her stomach.

“Why, hello dear!” She smiled. “How can I help today?” You approached the counter and rest your hands on the smooth surface.

“Hi! Um, I wanted to get that camera in the window, the Canon, the $500 one,” you said, your voice stumbling.

“Oh, I know which one you’re talking about, great choice, that’s one of our digital options,” the woman said, going to the area behind her counter. After a couple of seconds, she came back holding a medium-sized box and placed it gently on the counter.

“Now this model comes with a couple of accessories, it’s got the camera, of course, plus an additional lens, a lens cap, and an instruction manual. I can get you a camera bag for it for an extra $20,” the woman explained, gesturing all over the box at pictures of what she was talking about.

“Uh, yeah, the bag would be great,” you said, looking at the box.

“Amazing! Anything else today, dear? You shook your head and took out your wallet. “Ok, with the camera and the bag, plus that pesky old tax, we’re lookin’ at $550,” the woman’s cheery voice almost made you forget how much money you were about to spend, but it would be worth it.

After paying the woman in cash, she bagged your items in a large paper bag and slid it across the counter towards you.

“Have an amazing day, dear,” she smiled as she waved goodbye. With that, you took the bag and exit the store, walking back to where you were going to meet Eli. When you came back, you saw hum waiting on a bench with a couple of plastic bags.

“Eli!” You called out, waving your hands. He looked up and waved back, getting up to meet you.

“Whatcha got there?” He asked, pointing at the paper bag.

“It’s a surprise, I’ll show you when we get home,” you said, a satisfied smile on your face.

The car ride home was filled with idle chatter. You kept the bag between your knees, careful not to let anything happen to your purchase. When you got home, you could see Eli was moving a little faster than normal, eager to see what you had gotten. As you got inside, he quickly put his bags on the stairs up to his room, and sat on the couch, waiting for you to show him what you got. You could feel excitement brewing in you, looking forward to his reaction.

“Alright, alright,” you giggled, as you sat next to Eli, the bag in hand. When you got comfortable, you handed Eli the bag and eagerly watched as he reached inside. He didn’t look at what he was picking up, preserving the surprise.

When Eli felt the box, he pulled it out of the bag to examine it. You watched his jaw drop open as he saw what it was. He glanced up at you with wide eyes before looking back at the box.

“Is this for me?” He asked in a hopeful voice. “Yeah, sweetheart,” you smiled. “All for you.”

“But why? It’s not my birthday, is it?” Eli asked, smiling confused at you.

“No, just because,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. “There’s a bag for it in there as well.” Eli reached in and pulled it out, a wide smile across his face.

You watched happily as Eli opened the box and examined all the pieces. His reaction made every dollar you spent worth it.

“Y/N, I don’t know what to say, this is incredible,” Eli smiled, his voice shaking.

“You don’t have to say anything, I wanted to get it for you,” you assured him, reaching you your hand and lightly ruffling his hair. Eli carefully rest the camera on the coffee table before turning around and tackling you in a hug. You laughed as he held you close, nuzzling into your neck.

“I love it, thank you,” he said, squeezing you in his arms. “I love you.” You smiled as you hugged him back.

“Love you too, Mr. Director.”

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! This was so nice! I love getting to write happy/soft Eli

#eli brooks #eli brooks x reader #the girl next door #fanfic #fanfiction

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itspdameronthings · 2 years

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Downtime

Summary: Had to do another Country Benny fic. Sigh.. This one is about Benny having some down time after a long day. I get this way when i listen to Garrett ‘s music!! Yall enjoy

Another workday has come to an end. Time to unwind. Perfect way to do that is to play his guitar. Let his troubles drift away. He learned how to play when he was a teen .took up singing later on. Back then he kept this for his closest friends. Except you. His best friend. He wrote his own material as well. Mostly about stuff he was going through at that moment. Kept on playing till he retired from the Army. Played at a benefit at the Vfw. Now he can't stop.

After playing for over an hour. Not noticing that he has company. Putting the guitar down. Smiling at the person with a nice gift. Dinner. Pulling you onto his lap. Kissing your sweet lips," Thanks darlin. Wasn't in the mood for cookin. Too much happened today. " Taking off his cap. Straddling him," Oh I know. Saw the whole thing. Chasin the same goat that loves to hightail it when you leave the gate open too long." Rubbing your lower back in small circles while kissing your lips," Rather watch you work . Yours is more excitin." Kisses his lips deeply again," Ya love tending to sick animals? Since when?" The guitar playing is far from his mind. You just entered his mind. Unbutton a few buttons on your shirt. Kissing your neck up to your ear," Since you took your shirt off when it got hot. Lookin so good in your tank top. Would've helped ya,but I was knee deep in slop. " Giggle, " Yeah, slop isn't sexy,but you are a cowboy. How about we go inside to eat dinner I brought over. Can't let it get cold. " Benny laughs," Nope, a cold dinner is not a good thang. It's especially my favorite. Grilled chicken with maple syrup, cheese ,and bacon.``

Sitting on the bar watching you plate the food. Thinking about how beautiful you are. Even if you are covered with dirt. Fancy clothes and being made up all of the time wasn't his thing. Tomboy in you ,and your pure heart attracted to him.

you love taking care of him,and others she cares about. Turned around to place his place in front of him," What are you thinking about?" Licking the sweet maple syrup from his lower lip," Just admiring how beautiful you look. Dirt on your jeans,and top. " Getting up from his seat to come close to you. Arms around your waist. Looking down at you with a twinkle in his baby blue eyes," Also how sweet your lips are. Sweet like corn. Which I want to kiss right now. " Shyly looking up at him. Feeling like a schoolgirl again. Lusting over an older classmate. That is how you feel at the moment. A few years between the two of you. Not complaining about this. To think that he is your best friend, and neighbor. One who from day one would help when there is trouble. Be there when you need a laugh. Heck! Like taking care of him on days he doesn't cook.( mostly everyday)

" Are you trying to tell me somethin cowboy? That ya want my young lips on yours? Oh you bad boy. I'm not that kind of girl." Reaching for him to kiss your lips rather slowly.

Pulling you close to his chest. Grunting," Sweetpea, you have no idea what you do to me. So what if you are younger than me? Take care of me. Inspire my artistic talents. So grateful for that. Right now I want to return the favor." Can't say no to that. Love his ideas," After dinner cowboy. After dinner."

Swaying to the music he was singing. Breathing in his sweaty scent. Not wanting to move. Strong arms around your waist. Eyes closed not moving from the spot. Savoring for this moment not to end. Benny whispers, " Love holdin ya like this. Best way to end the day. Hoping ya stay with me tonight. " Looking at him smiling, " Love too. Anything for my best friend. "

From here on out. This same downtime ritual continues. Till the day you moved in with him. Enjoying him playing his guitar while laying your head on his shoulder. Listening to his latest creation. Song about his love he has for you. Till he kisses your forehead, " Marry me darlin. "

Mind goes blank. Try to form words,but it won't come. All you can do at that moment is nod. Tears running down your cheeks. Carefully putting the guitar onto the swing. Straddling him," Took ya long enough cowboy. Was wondering when I heard those beautiful words. " Benny leans forward to kiss your forehead. Breathing in the special scent," Wasn't sure it was the right time darlin. Ya know.. after your injury a few weeks ago . Ya needed time to recover. Then it dawned on me. Have to ask. Now I have my answer. Love you so much sweetheart. " Looking up at him smiling," Love you so much cowboy. Wanna say that I love this kind of downtime. Never want it to end."

It would never end. Good thing to do after a hard day. What a good idea to be with the one you love.

#Triple Frontier #Benny Miller #Garett Hedlund

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jihyoruri · 10 months

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This one is for the boys with the booming system

Top down, AC with the cooler system

When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up

Got stacks on deck like he savin' up

And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal

He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build

He cold, he dope, he might sell coke

He always in the air, but he never fly coach

He a motherfuckin' trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship

When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip

That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for

And, yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin' ho

I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy

I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly

I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie

You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh

Yes, I did, yes, I did

Somebody please tell him who the eff I is

I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up

Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up

Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Beating like a drum and it's coming your way

Can't you hear that

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?

He got that super bass

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah that's that super bass

Boom, boom, boom, badoom, boom (bass, bass)

Boom, boom, boom (bass, yeah)

Boom, boom, boom, badoom, boom (bass, bass)

Boom, boom, boom (bass)

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

He got that super bass

Boom, boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah, that's that super bass (yo, yo)

This one is for the boys in the Polos

Entrepreneur niggas and the moguls

He could ball with the crew, he could solo

But I think I like him better when he dolo

And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on

He ain't even gotta try to put the mack on

He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look

Then them panties comin' off, off, uh

Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy you know

I really got a thing for American guys

I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes

I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, uh

Yes, I did, yes, I did

Somebody please tell him who the eff I is

I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up

Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up

Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Beating like a drum and it's coming your way

Can't you hear that

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?

He got that super bass

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah that's that super bass

Boom, boom, boom, badoom, boom (bass, bass)

Boom, boom, boom (bass, yeah)

Boom, boom, boom, badoom, boom (bass, bass)

Boom, boom, boom (bass)

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

He got that super bass

Boom, boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah, that's that super bass

See, I need you in my life for me to stay

No, no, no, no, no, I know you'll stay

No, no, no, no, no, don't go away, hey

Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way?

Oh, it be like

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Can't you hear that boom

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?

Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Beating like a drum and it's coming your way

Can't you hear that

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?

He got that super bass

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah that's that super bass

Boom, boom, boom, badoom, boom (bass, bass)

Boom, boom, boom (bass, yeah)

Boom, boom, boom, badoom, boom (bass, bass)

Boom, boom, boom (bass)

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

He got that super bass

Boom, boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah, that's that super bass

I wasn't the one to send the super bass ask but I'm bored and saw it a thought that it seemed fun to do it (also sorry if a i said something wrong english is not my first language 😁)

THATS OKAY YOU ATE THATTTTTTTTTT

#YESSSSSSSS #BOY YOU GOT MY HEARTBEAT RUNNING AWAY

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sirmanmister · 1 year

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The Father(s) and Son(s)

The sound of exactly twenty-three caps hitting the table was distractingly clear in the noise of the loud room, and MacCready’s abrupt laugh was even louder.

“Oh my god, are you kidding me?” he laughed, and Damien scowled. “Jeez I knew I shouldn’t have expected anything serious out of a Vault dweller, but this is down-right hilarious!”

“C’mon, man, I haven’t exactly had time for a job, alright? I’ll get you more if you can tell me where Kellogg is."

Or: Damien’s paternal instincts get projected onto a stubborn young mercenary.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43924293/chapters/110441163

Chapter 1: The Mercenary

Music drifted over the Third Rail like fog on an early morning, the air just as humid and thick with unwashed bodies and sour beer.

The lights were dim, the floor crowded and loud as patrons day-drank, and a pretty woman in a red dress stepped onto the stage in the corner, giving small waves as the crowd cheered.

She began her set, a lilting jazz song that lulled the rowdiness of the drunks; a pleasant background noise to the mumbled chatter that echoed down the subway tunnel that the bar was built in.

“Hey, handsome, you got a light?”

A man swathed in a blue jumpsuit looked down to see a young woman hanging onto his arm, looking up at him with big brown eyes and mascara’d lashes, which she fluttered up at him.

He almost couldn’t hear her over the din of the room and the deafness in his left ear.

“I’ll lend it to you if you answer a question,” Damien said with a raised brow, ancient Bostonian accent slinging his words loose.

“‘Course, sugar,” the woman giggled, a hand wrapping around his waist.

“I’m lookin’ for a guy,” he said. “Got a kid with him, less than a year old. Have you seen him?”

He held up a piece of scrap paper, where he had drawn out a crude visage of the man that had killed his wife and taken his son.

“Oh,” the woman said, her rosy red lips pressing into a frown. “Why’re you lookin’ for him?” Her tone turned sour, accusing, and she tried to step away.

Damien’s arm shot out and snatched the hand she put at his waist, narrowing his eyes.

“Do you know him?” He asked. “Do you know where Kellogg is?”

“‘Course I don’t, you sick fuck,” the woman said, wrenching her arm away. “I don’t even wanna know what you want with him. Stay away from me.”

He let her dissolve back into the crowd, scowling.

Nick had warned him of this.

Conrad Kellogg was a bad, bad man.

Assassinations, extortion, torture, kidnapping, it was all just services he offered. He’d do any job out there, so long as the pay was right. Diamond City was too good for a man like Kellogg, but Goodneighbour wasn’t. People in places like these gave people like Kellogg business, people recognized him, knew his name before Damien could open his mouth, but nobody was talking.

They didn’t know Damien like they knew Nick, who was wrapped up in conversation with a Mr. Handy at the bar, surrounded with people he had helped in the past.

They knew he was a detective, more man than machine, they knew he had good reasons to look for Kellogg.

But the people Damien talked to, begged for information, they didn’t know him. They saw a man desperate to find another renowned for his cruelty, and they would have no part in assisting him, brushing him away before he could explain his reasons, and when he did, it didn’t matter in the end— Nobody knew where Kellogg was.

None of the few people Damien had talked to did, at least.

There were at least two dozen people in the bar, somebody had to know something. He couldn’t give up so easily.

He approached a table in the corner, where four women sat, and he offered a smile.

“Excuse me ladies, I hate to bother you, but do you mind if I ask you a couple questions?” he asked, and they shared glances as they giggled.

“Ooh, this one’s got manners!” one cooed.

“That’s rare nowadays. Maybe we should have been looking for a Vault boy this whole time,” another said.

“Ooh, exotic,” another woman laughed.

“Always loved the polite ones. You keep anything but muscles in that tight-fittin’ Vault suit of yours?” the fourth woman teased, reaching out to brush Damien’s leg.

He stepped back, fighting a blush and not succeeding.

“Sorry, I’m really just lookin’ for a guy, alright? He looks like this.” He put his drawing of Kellogg on the table, and they passed it around.

“Handsome. Looks like my ex!” one woman said.

“The one who fucked a ghoul?” another asked.

“The very one! Too bad that feral killed the bastard, I wanted to do it myself.”

“Oh, I always thought Jared was sweet. Aside from the ghoul thing, of course.”

“C’mon, cut the gas, girls. I’m being serious,” Damien urged. “This guy kidnapped my son and killed my wife, okay? He’s dangerous. Have you heard anything about this guy? Anything at all?”

Damien’s voice lilted to desperate at the end, and he forced himself to swallow down the emotion. He’d hardly been able to control them the past few days, and he was getting damn tired of being a hat’s toss away from bursting into tears. A man should have had better control over himself.

The ladies, whom Damien was now realizing were quite intoxicated, all took on strange expressions.

“Ugh, I’m never going to find love again,” one sighed dramatically.

“Don’t be so hasty,” another chided. “Dads have a sort of wild side to them that they can’t let out with the kids around.”

“You could be my daddy anyday,” another giggled.

“Oh you poor thing,” the last woman said, ignoring her colleagues. “Too bad about your kid, but if you ever want to make another one…”

She winked and all her friends squealed with laughter, chastising her for being so naughty.

Damien, meanwhile, was trying to decide if he was the type of man to hit a woman.

“You fuckin’ skanks,” he hissed instead, fists balled at his sides. “Choke on your own dad’s dick, you fucking cunts.”

They all laughed and cooed and mocked him as Damien hurried away, trying to reel in his fury before it bubbled up to something worse.

Beneath the anger, he was appalled; at the women, and at himself. Damien had never been so disrespectful to any lady in his life, but the insults had poured out of him like a bitter drink that he couldn’t stop, and he hadn’t wanted to.

Who were they to make such lewd jokes and comments while Damien’s son was on the line? How could they hear of his tragedy and have the gall to laugh in his face? Damien felt his insults were justified, but there was an undercurrent of shame with it, his own morals trodden in the absence of their own.

But Damien couldn’t even fathom the idea of trying to apologize without red encroaching on the corners of his vision.

As much as the women deserved to have their teeth kicked in, picking a fight wouldn’t do him or Shaun any good.

So Damien forced himself to calm, rubbing his thumbs across the crescent moon marks his fingernails had made in his palms and took slow, deliberate breaths. Shaun was the only thing that mattered, not those bitches.

After a few, long moments, his head finally cleared enough to think straight, and Damien sunk back into the crowd, casting the women from his thoughts as he went from table to table, apologizing for interrupting to the more open patrons and plowing right over their conversations to the more cagey ones. Most of them were unhelpful, and a few were apologetic when he told them what Kellogg had done to Nora and Shaun, but most told him to fuck off once they’d answered his questions.

He came across a group of stereotypical rough guys playing poker around a table.

“‘Scuse me, fellas,” Damien greeted, internally wincing as the laughter he’d just interrupted died away. “Can I-?”

“Aw fuck off, man,” one man huffed. “We’ve seen you wanderin’ all over. You lookin’ for a mercenary, go find MacCready and stop botherin’ us.”

Damien paused.

“Where’s this MacCready guy?”

“VIP room over there,” the man said, gesturing to a room across the pub. “He’s a lil’ guy, all skinny with a stupid hat. Can’t miss him.”

“Thanks.” Damien turned and hurried away.

It was better than nothing.

Nick was wrapped up in a conversation with a small group of drifters, so Damien didn’t bother trying to get his attention, venturing to the VIP room alone. At first he was surprised that there was no bouncer, until he realized exactly who inhabited the room.

Intimidating men and one or two women sat at couches and tables in the small, humid space, talking loudly and sipping on beers. Rough, scarred, armoured. These people didn’t need protection, they were the protection.

Damien scanned the crowd, eyes washing over the tough guys and bad boys until his gaze landed on a figure in the back.

He wore a tan duster and green conductor’s cap, sitting alone with a beer in hand. He was young, slender, but obviously quite lean underneath his oversized clothes.

He wasn’t nervous, but he didn’t quite fit in, so easy to spot with that bright hat.

Bingo.

Damien approached and asked, “You MacCready?”

His shadow fell over the slight man like a comedically oppressive force, and the mercenary puffed himself up, becoming rigid and sharp and his fingers tightened white around his beer bottle.

“I am,” MacCready replied, eyes narrowed. “The hell do you want?”

“To talk to you,” Damien said calmly. “Heard you’re a mercenary. Mind if I sit?”

MacCready’s brow creased slightly, and his eyes raked up and down Damien’s form, hesitant when they landed on blue. He seemed to realize he’d misread the situation, and slowly sat back.

“Fine,” he said, gesturing to the seat across from him, so Damien sat. “This about a job?”

“A job somebody else did,” Damien said. “There’s a guy I’m looking for, and he’s a mercenary, too. I was wondering if you two might have crossed paths.”

He slid Kellogg’s paper across the table.

MacCready frowned at it, thinking, then huffed and crossed his arms.

“I don’t do things for free,” he said simply.

Oh.

Damien should have known. MacCready was a mercenary. Everything had a pricetag.

Since Nick had brought Damien into the loop about the world’s current currency, Damien had made sure to start looting the almost-garbage bottle caps from the raiders he had encountered on the way to Goodneighbour, but even he knew he didn’t have much.

The sound of exactly twenty-three caps hitting the table was distractingly clear in the noise of the loud room, and MacCready’s abrupt laugh was even louder.

“Oh my god, are you kidding me?” he laughed, and Damien scowled. “Jeez I knew I shouldn’t have expected anything serious out of a Vault dweller, but this is down-right hilarious!”

“C’mon, man, I haven’t exactly had time for a job, alright? I’ll get you more if you can tell me where this guy is,” Damien said.

MacCready snorted.

“What, first day in the wasteland?”

“Third, actually,” Damien huffed, and MacCready’s brows rose in a sarcastic “ooh is that so?” sort of way over his bottle.

“Look, alright, I get it. This ain’t a lot of money, but I’m a man of my word, and-”

“Oh please,” MacCready interrupted with a scoff. “If I believed every guy that said they were a man of their word, I would be dead at least eleven times over. I don’t care if you’ve been in the wasteland for ten years or ten hours, I don’t owe you anything.”

He said it with so much finality that Damien almost believed him.

Almost.

“‘Course not,” Damien replied. “Nobody owes nobody shit. I’ve just gotta know, are you buddies with this guy? Don’t wanna snitch cuz he’ll do somethin’ to you?”

Now that Damien thought about it, why was a kid doing work like this? MacCready couldn’t have been much older than twenty. Mercenary work was brutal, Damien was sure, but money was money, and if this kid was in debt…

“Nobody does nothing to me,” MacCready said firmly. “And I don’t do nothing for nobody, unless they pay me. Which you can’t, so goodbye.”

Damien’s hands clenched and unclenched under the table.

“I bet you don’t even know the guy I’m talking about,” he scoffed, indignant as anger throbbed like an ache in the back of his head. “Ruthless. Cold. This guy is one of the big ones, cost you a fortune just to make him take your garbage out.” Damien shook his head and spat. “He’d never want to hang out with a small fry like you anyway.”

MacCready wrinkled his nose, glaring at Damien as his grip tightened around his beer again.

“And I take that as a compliment for my moral standards,” he sneered. “Kellogg is batsh- Uh, nevermind.”

MacCready realized his mistake when Damien lit up.

“So you do know him?”

“Even if I did, it’s none of your business.”

“His entire fucking life is my business, because I’m going to fucking kill him,”

MacCready’s eyes narrowed, and Damien’s declaration hung in the air for a long moment.

“You want to find Kellogg, you can find two hundred caps and buy the info off me,” MacCready said, and it truly was final this time, his arms crossed and chin raised with youthful stubbornness.

Damien wondered if he was too proud to hit a teenager.

A flood of hopelessness suddenly swelled, washing over Damien like a tsunami, snuffing out his rage like water to a flame as he drowned.

He leaned back in his chair and pressed his burning face into his hands, eyes stinging with shame.

Information on Shaun’s kidnapper was right there, but Damien was utterly powerless to get it because of a goddamn paywall.

It was a measly two hundred bucks, his monthly car payments cost more, but Damien was such a lousy father he couldn’t cough it up for the most important boy in the world.

Shaun could be anywhere by now. He could be dead, or dying, or worse, and Damien couldn’t help him because of money he was stupid enough to not have.

“Aw jeez, are you crying?” MacCready winced, obviously uncomfortable, but he made no move to extend condolences.

Damien let out a hollow laugh that nearly turned into a sob, and he struggled to hold the rest of his tears back as he rested his elbows on the table.

He couldn’t even blame MacCready, really. No man worth his salt broke into tears at simply being told “no.”

“Aw c’mon, dude, don’t make a scene,” MacCready chastised. “Be a man about it. There’s still some dignity in this.”

“You really think I’ve walked around half of Boston in a blue onesie worried about my dignity?” Damien laughed bitterly, and raised his head. “It doesn’t matter. Maybe when you’re older you’ll care about someone so much that dignity’s the last thing on your mind.”

For some reason, that struck a chord.

“Who the hell says I don’t care about somebody that much?” MacCready snapped. “You don’t know me, pal. You don’t know what I’ve done. You don’t know the sacrifices I’ve made for people, how much stupid dignity I’ve given up already, alright? So don’t give me that bullcrap.”

Damien could hardly muster the energy to lean back in his chair, much less raise his voice and get into some pointless argument about sacrifice.

“Do you want to be a father, Mac?” Damien asked quietly, and the merc went silent. “Because I am one. It’s a different kinda love, y’know? I loved my wife with my whole heart, but there are some things I wouldn’t do for her, right? But my son? I would claw the moon outta the damn sky if he asked.”

MacCready glanced away, but Damien continued, monotone and tired.

“This guy…” he gestured a limp hand to Kellogg’s drawing. “He murdered my wife and stole my infant son out of her cold, dead arms. He kidnapped my baby boy, and you’re telling me to have some goddamn dignity?” Damien let out a congested, bitter laugh, followed by a sniffle. “I pray to god you’ll never have a kid you can’t protect, Mac. This is a new kind of hell.”

MacCready flinched.

It was barely noticeable, barely more than a twitch, but his brow creased and his mouth pressed into a straight thin line.

Tense, miserable silence followed, and it was a long time before either man spoke.

“...Kellogg kidnapped your kid, huh?” MacCready said quietly, eyes glued to the table.

“Even went through the effort to break into our Vault to do it.”

MacCready nodded slowly and let out a sigh, then looked at Damien. Something familiar shone in those bright blue eyes, something that Damien had seen in the mirror more times than he could count.

Guilt.

“Listen, I’m not in the habit of accepting such crap offers, so you keep this on the down low, understand?” MacCready hissed under his breath as he swept the caps off the table and into his pocket, and Damien’s eyes widened. He nodded quickly, leaning forward so fast he almost got a head rush.

“Kellogg is bad news with a capital B, alright? You don’t want to mess with him. He’s one of the most dangerous men in the Commonwealth, and he knows it. No job’s too dirty for him, and he’s dang good at what he does,” MacCready said, still hushed. “When people tell him no witnesses, there are no witnesses.”

“But… he left me alive,” Damien said, and MacCready shrugged.

“Then whoever hired him must have not wanted you dead,” he said. “Whatever the case, this guy is a professional. Heard he doesn’t even have any enemies because he’s killed them all.”

Except for me, Damien thought, hands balling into fists, nails digging into the tender spots of his palms. He almost didn’t care how or why somebody had hired Kellogg, but there were too many questions that begged for answers. Why kidnap a baby? Why kill his mother but leave his father alive? How had they gotten inside the Vault? How had they even known there were people alive down there in the first place?

“He comes through here every so often to pick up a few jobs that nobody else’ll touch,” MacCready continued. “But I haven’t seen him in… eight weeks, I think? He was up on the street with some black guy in a weird leather jacket, talking about doing a big job and that he was needed in… Fort Haggis?”

“Fort Hagen?” Damien supplied. An old Army base to the East. He had been posted there a few times during the War.

“That’s the one,” MacCready said, snapping his fingers. “Yeah. Then they both gave me the stink eye for eavesdropping and I left pretty quick. Because like I said, you don’t mess with Kellogg.”

“I’m not scared of him,” Damien said, and he meant it.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re scared or not, he’s going to turn you into dust,” MacCready scoffed, but there was a lilt of irritation to his words, like he didn’t enjoy the thought of Damien going and throwing his life at something he saw as guaranteed death. “You may think you’re hot sh- You may think you’re all that because you made it to Goodneighbour in one piece, but I’m warning you, man, Kellogg is dangerous.”

“Thanks, Mac, but don’t worry about me,” Damien said, making to stand. “I’m dangerous, too.”

“Oh cut that badass crap,” MacCready snorted. “And I’m not worried about you. I’m just saying that if you were smart, you’d wait until you could scrounge up the money and hire an extra gun to help you.”

Damien chuckled and clapped MacCready on the shoulder, accidentally jostling the smaller man.

“‘Spose you’d be that extra gun, huh?” he teased, but then said sincerely, “I really appreciate your help, MacCready. I won’t be forgetting it any time soon.”

MacCready seemed baffled by Damien’s earnesty, and blurted out, “Good luck finding your son.”

Damien smiled, nodded, and left. He’d had enough detours— There was no time to waste.

He ran into Nick by the stairs, where he was talking with a ghoul in a black tux, which Damien belatedly realized was the cleanest piece of clothing he’d seen thus far.

“Ah, there he is,” Nick said, turning. “Where’d you run off to?”

“I got a lead,” Damien said in a rush, and Nick’s brow plates rose. “Fort Hagen. I’ll tell you about it on the way.”

He grabbed Nick’s arm and hauled the synth up the stairs, casting a brief “Have a nice afternoon,” to the disgruntled ghoul they left in the dust.

They were out of Goodneighbour and Damien was already mentally plotting a route to Fort Hagen when Nick placed a gentle hand on his arm, cold and rubbery, prompting him to stop his rushed pace through the ruined streets.

“Hey. Kellogg is no man to mess with,” Nick said. “There’s a reason he’s been at the top of the game for so long, we can’t just rush in there without a plan.”

Offence rose like flames, and Damien bared his teeth.

“He has my son,” he hissed. “I don’t fucking care who he is, I’m going to kill him.”

“I’m sure you will,” Nick said, holding up his hands placatingly. “But it might kill you, too, and that doesn’t do your son any favours.”

Damien blew air through his nose hard, nostrils flaring as he glared at the ground past Nick’s kind face. He knew that, of course he knew that, but what else was he supposed to do? Not even try?

“Listen, let’s stop by Diamond City, it’s already on our way. I want to stop in and tell Ellie I’m okay, and we can get you stocked up with armour and ammo, huh? We’re going to need all the firepower we can spare.”

Damien was quiet a long moment.

“I don’t have any more money,” he admitted. “Spent it getting info.”

“I’ll foot the bill,” Nick said easily. “Owe you that much.”

Damien thought back to MacCready for just a moment, a brief fire of his brain as he contemplated asking Nick for two hundred dollars to get an extra gun, but he already knew that was asking too much. He didn’t even want to go back into Goodneighbour, not while Finn’s body still lay in the street and skeevy people leered at his Vault suit, and MacCready was just a kid, anyway, no reason to put another one at risk.

“Okay,” Damien said eventually. “Lead the way.”

Chapter 2: Link

#writing #my writing #fic #fallout #fallout 4 #maccready #rj maccready #sole survivor #Conrad kellogg #found family fic #fix it fanfiction #sort of #slight misogyny #but like he was born in the literal 40s so it’s about what you’d expect

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jonkentt · 2 years

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I’m longing for more of Joaquín calling Sam “angel” 🥹

💙 Mmm jules me too me too! 💙 So my brain said give Sam ALL the emotions and this is what happened. Um???????

The first time Joaquín called Sam ‘angel’ it was right before they jumped out the back of a plane. Sam looked at him with such shock that they both missed their cue. Then Bucky offered to give him a shove, and Sam snapped out of it. It was another successful mission for Captain America and the Falcon, and Joaquín forgot all about that moment before. Sam makes a specific unreadable expression whenever ‘angel’ slips off Joaquín’s tongue after that, but Joaquín doesn’t think much of it.

He finds Sam meticulously documenting his Cap suit, laid out on a table, sending pictures of damage to Shuri so she can tell him how to fix it. Joaquín saunters over to Sam’s side, leans probably too much into Sam’s space.

“How’r the wings, angel?”

Joaquín barely glances over the suit, looking at Sam instead. Sam has that soft smirk on his face, the same one Joaquín first saw when he was showing off a broken orbital. You’re lucky that’s all you got. Joaquín counts himself lucky any time Sam smiles. He still hasn’t figured out if the smirk is flirty or if Sam’s just always that cute.

“Had someone that used to call me that,” Sam says now. “Not sweet the way you do. It was a tease.” Sam’s pretty brown eyes sparkle when he looks at Joaquín. “He thought I was too caught up on following the rules.” Sam grins and shakes his head. “I told him if we were gonna strap on experimental jet packs and work covert ops nobody knew about, we should take whatever rules we could get and hang on to ‘em cause they might be what keeps us alive.”

“Yeah?” Joaquín leans on the table. “Any of those rules save your life?”

“One or two.”

Joaquín admires the curve of Sam’s cheekbones, the speckles on his lips, the smile that always looks like it’d taste so sweet. He finds Sam watching him and tries to recall what they were talking about.

“Any I should know?”

Sam holds his gaze for so long. It soothes Joaquín’s heart and sets it on fire at the same time.

“Yeah,” Sam murmurs. “Don’t lose track of your partner.”

Joaquín is ready to promise Sam the world right there. Then Sam grins.

“Cause he’s probably doing something brave and stupid, and needs you to rescue his ass.”

Joaquín breaks into a smile.

“Alright, so a few falling buildings got me by surprise,” Joaquín admits to Sam’s laughter. “But I think I’ve been savin’ you from tight spots more lately.”

Sam moves to fold up his suit and put it back in its case. When their eyes meet again, Joaquín knows there’s something more Sam’s not saying.

“Well. Lucky for me, you already knew that one.”

For a split second, Joaquín is certain that Sam’s going to kiss him. Then he’s out the door with his gear in tow, and Joaquín is left trying to remember how to breathe again.

He gets Sam back for that, but totally on accident. With a towel over his head, drying his hair instead of watching where he’s going, Joaquín collides with Sam outside the showers.

“Shit, sorry—”

“Hey, I was lookin’ for—”

Joaquín gets the towel wrangled off just in time to find Sam at a loss for words. Which doesn’t happen much. And Sam just keeps staring.

“Eyes up, angel,” Joaquín teases.

And Sam, just a little bit flustered, is a gorgeous sight. Joaquín is about to violate some personal space when Sam clears his throat.

“You get that from training?”

Sams eyes flick down to the bruise Joaquín forgot was painting his ribs.

“Oh, Bucky—”

“Bucky did that?”

“Easy, Cap, it was an accident! Bucky was just doing his tough-guy-coming-to-the-rescue routine but his elbow kinda caught…”

Sam raises an eyebrow, in total control of his cool again. Joaquín shrugs.

“Looks worse than it is.”

Maybe later Joaquín overhears Sam warning Bucky not to be so clumsy. Maybe Bucky’s retort sounds a lot like, gave you an excuse to do a full physical, Sam, should be thanking me. But all Joaquín actually witnesses is Sam socking Bucky in the arm, and Bucky whining about sensitive old bones. If his dreams that night star a guy that looks a helluva lot like Sam in a doctor’s coat, that’s nobody’s business but his own.

Sam’s an easy guy to flirt with, in the way that Joaquín just can’t help himself from trying for a peek at that gap-toothed smile. Sam’s not so easy to flirt with, in the way that he makes it so difficult to read what’s going on in his head.

Joaquín devotes himself to finding the gaps, where Sam’s smiles should be but aren’t. That’s how he knows something’s wrong one afternoon even though Sam hasn’t said a damn thing, he’s just sticking pins in maps on the wall.

“Somethin’ on your mind, Sam?” Joaquín prompts as gently as he can. Sam’s jaw works for a moment before he answers.

“Cass had a big game today. His team qualified for finals.”

“You’ll catch another game. M’sure he knows that.”

“Kid’s not even upset. So used to me missin—” Sam’s words break off and he swallows, looks at a spot on the wall like he’ll burn a hole there. Joaquín wraps his arm around Sam’s shoulders without a second thought.

“Hey, it’s not like that. He knows you got big responsibilities you can’t get away from sometimes. If he’s not upset you’re not there, it’s cause he’s so proud of what you’re doin’ here.”

Sam’s big brown eyes have a watery shine when he looks at Joaquín.

“…How’d you know that?”

“Oh, angel.” Joaquín pulls Sam into a hug, holds him tight, searches for words. “Even Captain America can’t be everywhere at once.” Pressed against Sam’s warm cheek, Joaquín feels Sam heave a sigh. “Yeah, I know, it’s real inconvenient for you and your big heart, but Cass wouldn’t want you splittin’ yourself in two! And neither do I.”

Sam chuckles softly into Joaquín’s shoulder, lets himself be held.

The next morning, Joaquín finds a new pair of combat goggles waiting with a note that Sam added a few things from him. It takes a while to get used to all the specs floating through his field of vision. He trips over a chair and then his own feet, which unfortunately Bucky sees. But all the shit he gets from Bucky over the next week is worth it when Sam throws an arm around each of them, his eyes sparkling with laughter. They’re the team Joaquín always hoped he would have.

It’s a standard mission no one was worried about when Joaquín gets knocked out of the sky. Sam was already on the ground, fighting his way through a bunch of goons, and Joaquín was coming to join him. It’s not a long fall. Just enough to knock the wind out of him. As the sky spins, he hears Sam calling for him, then the thud of Sam’s boots coming closer.

“Joaquín!”

“S’alright, angel,” he tries to answer but can’t tell if the words come out right. “M just considering a nap.”

“Jezus, baby.”

Then Sam’s pulling him up and Joaquín’s frowning at the lines of worry on Sam’s face. He makes every effort to hold his own weight without falling over.

“I’m good!” Joaquín shakes himself. He winks at Sam. “Good to go.”

They run back into the action together.

Sam’s on edge after that. Joaquín often finds Sam looking at him as he gears up for a mission, which he’d be happy about if Sam’s expression wasn’t so grim. There isn’t much he can do. Sam just gets so hard on himself sometimes. Joaquín knows this but Sam doesn’t usually let it show. It comes out anyway.

“I’m no goddamn angel!” Sam snaps. His anger so sudden, so random, it shocks Joaquín into silence.

“I’m not fucking perfect! My mistakes get people hurt. I know that. And I still can’t be perfect.”

Sam storms off without another word. Bucky offers Joaquín a look of sympathy before going after him. Joaquín blinks, tries not to get sick from the knot in his stomach. He goes home. Sam doesn’t answer the phone. Joaquín doesn’t get much sleep.

Sam shows up at his door the next morning. Joaquín wants so badly to hug him.

“I’m sorry, J.” Sam’s voice is rough around the edges. Joaquín invites him inside. “I wasn’t angry at you.”

“I know, Sam.”

“…I brought muffins. The really huge ones you like.”

Sam offers a crumpled paper bag and a hesitant smile. Joaquín grabs a couple plates, he lets Sam set up their little breakfast until the stiffness has eased from his shoulders. He listens to Sam chatter about nothing until his voice runs smooth. Joaquín reaches out to him, brushes the soft fabric of his t-shirt and feels the warmth of his skin underneath.

“Sam…”

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to,” Joaquín says gently. Sam hesitates.

“What?”

“You don’t have ta give me things. Just you is enough.”

The surprise on Sam’s face is enough to break Joaquín’s heart a little bit. He squeezes Sam’s shoulder and takes a fraction of a step closer.

“I—”

“You’re more than enough, angel.”

Joaquín leans their foreheads together. He closes his eyes and breathes in Sam’s closeness for the moment he has it. He finally asks.

“Sam, could I kiss—”

Then Sam’s lips are on his, and Sam’s impossibly more soft and warm and wonderful than Joaquín imagined. And he kisses like Joaquín is water in the desert. Joaquín tries desperately to give it back as good as he gets.

When they’re in Joaquín’s bed, melting into each other. When Joaquín leans over Sam, his whole body shuddering with the effort to not be overcome completely, to not be undone by just the feeling of Sam around him. When ‘angel’ is a plea at the end of a high-pitched whine.

“I have you, baby,” Sam murmurs. “Let go.”

And he does. And Sam holds him through it. And he thinks, distantly, that it must be so cold outside of Sam’s arms.

#ask a bee #samquin fic #this got away from me

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uppertwo-a · 4 years

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@yeonban replied to your post: bc i’m feeling generous, the first three people...

bi flag for either daiji (baren kumo) mayhaps? REGARDLESS ILY CHESH!!

i diagnose daiji with cute 😔😔😔

#yeonban #when i was lookin for caps i saw this one and was like 'oh....... oh my god'#ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤ ᵇᶤᵗᵉ; ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᶤᵗᵉ (ooc)

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Outnumbered

Creeper Vargas x F!Reader

Inspired by Day Nine of the July Prompts: beach

Warnings: language, talk of pregnancy, Creeper being the soft & fun dad that we all know he would be

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This takes place in my pre-established Dad!Creeper universe. I love this whole family dynamic, which I will refer to as the Wolfpack lmao. If you wanna read more about this lil Vargas Squad check out these fics: X, X

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The kids jumped out of the van and immediately started sprinting towards the water. You laughed, calling after them to be careful and not go up past their knees until you and their father made it town to the shore. All three of them yelled some kind of acknowledgment back to you and all you could do was shake your head with a smile. They’d been waiting so long to come to the beach.

“Need me to carry something, Neron?” you asked, already knowing what his answer was going to be as you rested your hands on your stomach.

He shook his head, “Nah, mama, I got all this shit,” he leaned in, kissing your baby bump and then your lips, “You go ahead and find a spot for us.”

You chuckled, “At least let me take a chair or two. Or the towels. Something, please. You’ve only got two arms, baby.”

He pulled one towel out of one of the beach bags and handed it to you. When he saw the look on your face, he shook his head, adamant about his position, “You’re one over-exertion from having our baby on the beach.”

“Neron, c’mon, don’t be—”

“I’m good,” his smile was so sincere, it still made your whole heart feel full, “Go on. I’ll catch up.”

You smiled, not wanting to push the argument any further. You gave him one more kiss on the lips before thanking him and heading towards the shore. You could hear the laughter of your three children, and your smile grew as you watched the twins chase down their older brother, kicking water at him the entire time.

You laid out your towel to stake a claim on a small stretch of the beach. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw Creeper defying the laws of physics as he somehow managed to get all of the gear down to you in one trip. Cooler, chairs, umbrella and all, nothing got left behind. The laugh that slipped past your lips was involuntary as you watched him drop everything next to the towel you’d laid out.

Stepping over to him, you pulled him into a kiss, “You never cease to impress me.”

Lightly running his hand over your stomach, he smiled, “I should be the one saying that to you.”

Much to your surprise, he let you help him get everything set up. You laid out the towels for the kids and got the chairs set up for yourself and for him. You left him to wrestle with the umbrella—that was always his job whether you were pregnant or not. While he was doing that, you called out to your kids, waving for them to come over to you. They hesitated, not wanting to give up even one minute of being in the water, but when they saw the way you crossed your arms over your chest as you waited, they booked it right over to you.

“Sunscreen first, then you can go back to playing,” you told them as you pulled the bottle out of the bag.

They moaned and groaned, but they let you put it on their backs and faces. They took care of the rest, and you smiled at the little white streaks that were left on their arms and stomachs from their rushed jobs, too eager to get back to the water. The three of them were practically vibrating waiting for you to let them know that it was alright to go. Once you gave them a nod of approval, they were off and running again. You laughed as Brandon scooped up the bucket and shovel as he ran off, the small plastic shovel banging around with every bumpy step that he took across the sand.

“This alright?” Creeper redirected your attention to his umbrella setup.

You smiled, nodding as you saw he made sure your chair was perfectly shaded, “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Whatever you need.”

He peeled off his tank top and a smirk instantly found its way onto your face as you watched him toss it to the side. He turned back to face you and when he saw your expression, he immediately chuckled and shook his head. Without even realizing it you found yourself biting down lightly on your bottom lip.

“Don’t be lookin’ at me like that in public, mama,” his smile was contagious.

“Sorry,” you stepped in closer to him, running your hands over the ink that covered his torso, “I can’t help it.”

Before either of you had a chance to say anything else, a shriek came from the edge of the water. Both of you turned to see your son tossing entire buckets of water at his sisters. You both laughed and Creeper gave you a kiss before taking off towards them to try and calm the situation before it got too out of hand.

You slowly and carefully lowered yourself down into your beach chair, keeping your eyes on your family the entire time. As you felt the restless kicking inside your belly, it sank in that the next time all of you came to the beach together, your family was going to be just a little bit larger. You shrugged off your coverup, and even though it was a thin piece of fabric it felt great to go without it, instantly running your hands over the exposed skin of your stomach.

While you were getting out your book and a drink for yourself, Creeper came trudging back up to your designated space. You flicked your eyes up to him, smiling as you saw the water running down the smooth skin of his head.

“I see you got caught in the crossfire,” you said with a laugh.

“Your girls are brutal,” he shook his head with a smile.

“Oh,” you rested your book on your stomach and gave him your full attention, “so now they’re my girls?”

He laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “They’re your beautiful little savages, mama.”

“Mhm,” you chuckled as he opened a bottle of water and took a long drink from it, “I’ll remember that.”

You looked back down to the water and saw the three of them at least getting along now, no doubt plotting something together against their father for when he returned to the danger zone. It was impossible not to smile as the three of them huddled together. Looking over at your husband, you found him with his eyes fixed on you, a soft smile on his face. He twisted the cap back onto his water bottle before tossing it onto his chair.

As he went to take off again, you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could get too far. He whipped back around to you, concern on his face, “Yea, baby?”

You chuckled, motioning for him to come closer, “You gotta put on some sunscreen.”

He shook his head, “I’ll be fine.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you gave a slight shake of your head, “Remember what happened last time you said that? You got all blistered up. C’mon. If I make the kids do it, I gotta make you do it too.”

He knew better than to argue with you, so he let you put a generous amount in his hands while you got up to rub it into his back and on the top of his head. You chuckled when he flinched at the coldness of the lotion. As you took a couple extra moments to really work it into his shoulders, you felt his body relax under your touch, and it brought a smile to your face. He reached back, placing his hand over yours before turning to face you.

“I love you.”

You smiled, nodding, “I love you too.”

“You gotta promise you won’t get mad at me, alright?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Mad at you for what?”

The edges of his lips curled into a smirk as he took the leftover lotion on his hands and smeared it in a line down your face with a laugh, leaving a bright white streak behind as he took off running, shouting back to you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you.

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you rested your hands on your stomach, “You’re lucky I’m pregnant and can’t run after you, Neron!” you paused, and after a few seconds you thought better of it, “Alex! Ava! Brandon!” you called out to each of your kids, smiling when they all snapped to attention and looked at you, “See if you guys can dunk your father before we go home today!”

They all let out screams of joy and excitement, smiles taking over their faces as they ran towards their dad. Creeper looked at you, the weight of defeat making his shoulders slump slightly as he accepted his fate. You laughed as you slowly lowered yourself back into your beach chair. Within seconds the twins had attached themselves to Creeper’s legs and Brandon was attempting to climb up onto his father’s back. All four of them were laughing and you were honestly impressed by your husband’s ability to stay upright.

Your son was fully attached to Creeper’s back, legs securely wrapped around the man’s torso and arms looped around his neck. You chuckled as Creeper crouched down, trying with all his might to pry his daughters off of his legs, tucking them under his arms as he made the short walk into the water and dunking them instead of the other way around. Their laughter could be heard all down the coast and it was impossible not to laugh from where you were sitting.

“Your turn, B-Dawg,” he laughed as he reached back and lifted his son off of him, lofting him into the water, the young boy cackling the entire time.

Once the three of them had been sufficiently tossed around, they settled into a calmer activity of building a sandcastle just out of reach of the high tide waves. When they seemed fairly calm, Creeper made his way back up to you. You’d managed to get through some of your book as you watched them, and he smiled as he quickly wiped off some of the water and sand, finding his seat next to you.

“Got your workout for the day?” you looked over at him with a smile.

He chuckled, nodding, “Yea. Can’t believe you sicced my own kids on me, mama. That’s cold.”

“Fair is fair when I can’t chase after you,” you laughed, “Just wait until next year when you’re even more outnumbered.”

His laughter quieted as he glanced down at your stomach, and he gave a satisfied nod, “I can’t wait.”

“You’re gonna run out of arms,” you said with a smile as you reached and entwined your fingers with his.

He laughed, “That’s what I’ve got you for. If we stick together we might almost be able to hold our own.”

“That’s a big maybe.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Nah,” he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “We’ve got this down. We’ll be alright.”

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #creeper vargas #creeper vargas x reader #creeper vargas x you #creeper vargas fanfic #neron vargas #neron creeper vargas #july prompts #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Tues 1 June ‘21

Harry was out and wandering the streets of London today, seen in the park and out to eat and all over just doing his thing all alone but for his lil blue bandana- happy pride month to all! Along with the bandana were the dick necklace and more stripey shorts like the Golden video ones; no beanie this warm day, just a white cap. More pictures of Louis today too, but not FROM today, just more of him lookin good at the wedding- plus one so many people were waiting for, yes! There’s Hot Luke!

Liam checked in today while he was on his way to do another podcast, something with a “smart entrepreneurial” person, and he followed Steven Bartlett, an investor, author (“Happy Sexy Millionaire”) and podcast host (“The Diary Of A CEO”) so that’s a clear enough announcement of that I’d say. He also posted to recommend a track from Wolverhampton singer/producer S-X (and followed him and said guys please check out my friend), and to tell us he’d be going live on insta later but alas, later came and went with only a message saying his podcast recording had run over but maybe tomorrow, and dropped by the discord to leave some messages here and there and tell people to “be nice and kind to each other!” (strongly advise some actual moderation too though sir, haven’t we SEEN that simply telling your fanbase to TPWK doesn’t work??) and to confide that he had a new song ready to go for some time soon but “PS don’t tell anyone” UM you told us that the other day but OKAY. He posted a new link to the discord so more fans can join.

Niall wished Tom Holland a happy birthday and said things, so many things, and even more exciting promo is yet to come; he and Anne Marie will be on RTE tomorrow but also-- they’ll perform on Jimmy Fallon June 7!! Today’s interviewer really went hard on 1D Qs so, “We never really saw ourselves as these big stars, we were just lunatics going around the place, like kids just having fun and at the end of the night we would just get up on stage and play it to 70.000 people, it nearly became in a way half normal," and "It's cool when you think about it like that, you have been part of so many people's lives around the world for so long... I mean the longer it lasts, the better for me cause I absolutely love what I do!" and “They’re all good. Babies, movies, and tunes. Everyone’s doing good. Everyone’s just going along with it and having fun,” but also “The worst one I'm getting now is 'oh I used to be such a fan' and you're like 'uh what happened, you're not happy with it anymore?'... And I'm actually like 'why? did my music not suffice?” lol ouch. But he also told this little anecdote and it sounds like they played his solo stuff so that’s something right? “I remember one time I was at dinner in Milan with my manager & we walked in & could tell straight away that someone had noticed me. There was more bread on the table than ever in any restaurant. They played 4 of my songs back to back.”

And Zayn commented on a post about his recent release with a little thank you prayer hands-- the tweet said “zayn malik making yellow metal- cathartic about racism, xenophobia, immigration, political interests and self-esteem and self-improvement. do yall realize how important are the things that zayn said with music in 24 minutes? no artist has dared so much, kin”. He doesn’t come around to comment on things much but when he does he really makes it count huh? Well said OP, hell yeah.

#zayn #niall horan #liam payne #louis tomlinson #harry styles #hot luke #the lads #steven bartlett #goddd does this guy ever sound like a tool I'll be honest with you I am NOT looking forward to this one #s-x

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imtryingmybeskar · 3 years

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So I'm sure we have all seen Pedro in the overalls today and my beautiful friend suggested a farmboy fic and I couldn't rest until I made it a reality.

*Disclaimers* I know nothing about farming, nor am I from the US. I imagined him as having a softer version of the Whiskey accent.

18+ only! You know the drill. 3.9k words.

The first time you saw him he was striding along the dusty road to your farmhouse, the sun at his back, his shadow stretching long ahead of him. Only someone looking for work and out of luck with it would be approaching at this late hour. From your perch at your bedroom window, you could look down and see the fatigue in the set of his shoulders, the dejection in the bow of his head. As he neared he stopped and dropped his pack to the ground before attempting to make himself presentable - raking his hand through his dark hair before setting his cap back on, dusting the legs of his overalls free of as much of the dirt of the road as he could, and finally straightening his back, righting his posture to make himself look strong, tall, not as hard up as he was. His rap at the door came as you were nearly at the bottom of the stairs and your dog, who had been peacefully sleeping at his approach finally woke and defended in a storm of paws and tail and barking.

"Hey! No!" you told her, and she quietened down and stayed where you told her to, in the line of sight from the doorway but no immediate threat to anyone on the other side. Opening the door you were greeted by the sight of a not-so-young-anymore man. Despite his efforts to clean himself up, his arms were streaked with grime and sweat and you could see the stains of his exertion under his arms and at his neck. His head remained bowed as he began to speak and you got the feeling he had replayed this spiel many times recently.

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry to trouble you. I'm here to see if you are lookin' to take on anyone at the farm at this time?" His voice was deep and rich with an enticing southern twang, sweet as honey whiskey.

"What kind of work can you do?" His eyes raised to your face and the hope you saw in their soft, dark depths almost melted you. As if he hadn't even gotten this far along with anyone for a very long time.

"Just about anything," he answered. "I can drive - harvesters, tractors. I can take care of all kinds of animals, muck 'em out, feed 'em. I've helped birth 'em too, though I know that time is passed for this year. I can sow and harvest by hand too if that's needed. And I can mend things, fences, roofs, you name it." Looking at him appraisingly, your curiosity got the better of you.

"Why are you on foot? Must have travelled an awful long way to get all the way out here." He looked down again, presenting you with the brim of his cap to look at instead and shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"I uh...I lost my own farm. Not too long ago. Sold everything I had to try and keep it afloat. Even my car."

"So, if I were to take you on-" his head snapped up eagerly again. "IF" you emphasised, "Would you be needing a place to stay as well?"

"If you had anywhere that could accommodate me, I would be most grateful for that, yes Ma'am."

"I want you to know that I've been out here on my own for a time. I know how to take care of myself. And I'm sure you heard and can see Tank behind me there." He was nodding as you spoke.

"I don't want no trouble. Just a job and a roof over my head." You eyed him for a few seconds more before stepping back from the door to let him in. He entered gingerly, staring around wide eyed as if he hadn't been inside a house for a long time.

"You hungry?"

"No...I mean, I don't wanna impose-"

"No imposition. If you're gonna work for me, you need feeding. Come with me." The dog whined a little as you approached, and you stroked her head. "Come!" you commanded the dog and she raced away ahead of you. Checking to see the man was following, you led him past the stairs and through the living area to the back. Here you had a small extension set up, with a bathroom and shower and a small room with a sofa which opened out into a bed, ostensibly for guests, though you hadn't had any for years. "You can get yourself cleaned up here. Any clothes you want to wash, you can do in the morning. There's no door to this room, so the only privacy you'll get is in the bathroom I'm afraid."

"This is...fantastic," he said in a low tone. "I've slept outside for a week or more, so this is just...Thank you ma'am," he finished, humbly. You left him to it and went to prepare him a plate of leftovers. When he finally emerged, scrubbed and fresh half an hour later, you bid him sit at the table and presented him with it. Without all that dirt streaking him and without his cap on you could finally see how good he looked and you had to tear your eyes away from the fullness of his lips before you went too far down that rabbit hole. The man was clearly desperate, hanging on to the shreds of the dignity of his old life by his fingertips. There was no way you were going to make him feel like he owed you anything by taking him in. You left him be until you heard him hum with satiated pleasure about ten minutes later.

"Better?" you asked.

"Better," he smiled.

"I see you've made a friend," you said wryly, gesturing to the large hairy head currently resting on one of his feet. You trusted your gut about this man, you didn't imagine him to be anything than he had said he was. But you had to be cautious for obvious reasons. The dog, however, had proved to be a truly excellent judge of character in the past and it warmed you to see her take to him so readily.

"I think I may have bribed my way into her affections. Chicken," he clarified.

"That'll do it," you smiled. He insisted on washing his own plate and then there was an awkward silence between you for a time as he stood in your living room, not really knowing what to do with himself. "Hey, you can sit and watch TV with me, or you can hit your bed if you want. I won't be offended either way."

"I...I think I will go to bed. I'm kinda lookin' forward to it."

"I can understand that," you said as you handed him pillows, blankets and fresh sheets to make it up with. "Just so you know, the dog sleeps down here too. She shouldn't wake you. And help yourself to water in the night, coffee in the morning. Whatever you want."

"Thank you," he said again, his eyes catching yours and looking happier than you had seen them thus far. "Goodnight."

The man worked like a machine. Having lived this life for many years, you were accustomed to being up before dawn, but he beat you to it the next morning, greeting you with a soft "Good morning," and handing you a cup of coffee that he had prepared. He kept up a pace all day, and you moved around each other around the farm, lifting your hands or voices in greeting when you passed. You couldn't help but notice how the soft cotton of his shirt creaked at the seams when he moved his broad shoulders, nor how deft his hands were at every task he set them to. The dog had begun to follow him everywhere and you found yourself liking that too, despite the mild sting of betrayal. He came in to help with lunch and after he washed up, set to chopping salad and buttering bread.

"This is gonna sound weird, but erm...your dog...she ain't partly deaf or anything is she?"

"No, why?"

"Its just, she comes when I whistle, but not when I call."

"Ohhh," you said, realisation hitting you like a wave. "Yeah, well, last night I might not have told you her proper name. I er...I wanted to make her seem a little more intimidating than she is. Just in case, you know. Hence Tank. Though she ruined that when she drooled all over your shoes." He gave a small chuckle, his eyes sparkling.

"So what is her name?"

"Cookie." At this, you heard the tell tale sound of Cookie's claws on the kitchen tiles. "Good girl," you threw over your shoulder at her.

"Well, that suits her a lot better'n Tank. She's so friendly."

"Only to the good ones. You should have seen her with the last man that came in here. She knew he was a wrong 'un. Took me a while to catch on, but I get there in the end." You turned your head to find him looking at you with sympathy and a touch of anger. "Like I said, I can take care of myself," you added and moved on with your day. In his first week staying with you he managed to do most of the little jobs that had been irritating, but not bad enough to address. The tap in the kitchen no longer dripped. All of the fencing was entirely without holes for the first time in forever. The roof of the chicken coop was renewed. You decided to celebrate by breaking out some beers in the evening and sat with him on your porch, watching the sky slowly turn from gold to apricot to scarlet. Once he had started to feel less awkward around you, you found him to be good company - intelligent and curious and with a good sense of humour and even your silences were now companionable, especially a few beers in.

"Need to plant some more things in the garden," he grunted, slurring a little. "Maybe some beets and some radishes?"

"That sounds good," you agreed, "but for tonight, just switch off a bit. Enjoy the beer and the view. You've more than earned it."

"Oh, I'm enjoyin' the view alright," he said. There was something low and sinful in his voice that made you turn your head to him in astonishment and definite interest, but as you did, his eyes grew wide and he started to splutter. "Oh God, I apologise. I haven't had a beer in months and I guess my tolerance ain't what it was. I...I didn't mean to offend. I didn't mean to say that."

"Didn't you?"

"No, I-I'm sorry." Putting your beer down, you came to stand in front of him, placing your hands on his knees and running them up his thighs.

"Are you sure you didn't mean it?" And suddenly the realisation of your own drunkenness came crashing around you. What were you thinking? You couldn't take advantage of him like this. He had nowhere else to go and he had said he wasn't interested. You straightened abruptly. "No, I'm sorry. This is wrong. I'm...I'm going to bed." And you did so, walking swiftly away before he could see the redness of your face.

The next morning, your coffee lay on the counter and you could see him outside the house pottering around. Berating yourself for an idiot for ruining the good feelings you had built up between you, you went about your own tasks in a crotchety mood. He didn't come in for lunch either, and you began to get a little worried about him. Deciding to tackle the problem head on, you brought him out a Tupperware with some food and some water. Eventually you found him in the barn, measuring some of the beams. He hadn't noticed you come in and you stood and openly stared for a moment at the sight of him with no shirt on under his overalls. It was pretty warm in here - you were starting to feel the effects yourself. His back was broad and muscular and his shoulder muscles rolled as you watched him reach up to measure something above him.

"Er...hi," you ventured, a little shyly. He whirled to face you, looking as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. "I'm sorry to bother you, I just thought you might want some lunch." You deposited it on the hay bale closest to you and carried on, keeping your voice light, "And to say that I'm sorry about yesterday. You said no and I shouldn't have pushed it. I don't want you thinking you have to do anything like that to stay here!"

"Thank you," he said softly as he made his way over to you. "But..I said no because we had both been drinkin' and because I didn't wanna take advantage of anythin' I wasn't bein' offered freely and honestly." His eyes raked over your face, black and piercing in the half light inside the barn. He was so close to you, you could smell the lemon scent of his soap and the musky smell of him underneath. There was a sheen of sweat across his chest and before you could stop yourself or think too deeply about what you were doing, your hands were upon him, feeling the taut, strong muscles of his pectorals. You bit your lip a little as you raised your eyes to his.

"You're not taking advantage," you whispered. "I want this." That was all the invitation he needed to crash his lips upon yours with a fervent desire. His big hands circled your waist and roved your back as his tongue begged entrance at your mouth. Your own hand moved down his overalls to where he was starting to bulge, massaging his length and making him moan into your mouth.

"Christ, I...I've not been with anyone for so long. That feels so good, don't stop." You heeded him, but also brought one of his hands from around your back to your breast where he began to knead it intensely and he groaned again, in between peppering your mouth and neck with kisses. "Fuck, you're so pretty. I thought so from th' first moment I saw you. I didn't know how to say..." For someone usually so reticent, he was on a roll now he had your tit in his hand and you were palming him through his overalls.

You snaked your hands up his body again and undid his overalls, letting them fall and pool around his feet where they landed. His body was gorgeous, broad and muscular with a little fuzz over his chest and running down his stomach. You ran your hands all over it, feeling the slickness of the sweat beading through his hair under your hands and feeling your own body begin to heat and respond in earnest, your clit throbbing a little between your legs. He kicked off his boots, and took off his socks and overalls in one swoop before taking you back in his arms and kissing you ardently again. His hand slid up your shirt and hiked it up, the sweat at your back making it stick to you a little. You broke the kiss to hurl it from your head and away, closely followed by your bra.

"Oh fuck baby, your tits are so beautiful. Lemmie taste you." He got on his knees in front of you and did just that, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking on it harshly whilst rubbing your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Exhaling a moan of pleasure, you tangled your fingers into his dark waves and pulled him even closer, feeling his smile against your chest as his free hand undid the buttons on your jeans. You could feel the wetness in your underwear now, the telltale stripe of moisture under your cunt as he coaxed that sweet feeling all through your veins with his tongue and fingers on your nipple.

"I want you to fuck me," you gasped. "Need you to fuck me hard."

"Oh don't you worry, baby, I'm gonna take good care of you," he murmured against your skin as he pulled the material down your legs. "Fuck, you're so wet already. I can see it on your panties. I wanna taste you there too. Can I?" His big dark eyes looked up at you with pleading and what you would have called innocence had he not already been flicking his tongue back over your nipple, making you squirm and huff with the pleasurable tickle of it. In reply you pulled the rest of your clothes away from you, but before he could reach his prize you took his jaw in your hand and brought his head up to look at you. He was instantly attentive and alert, looking slightly worried, as If you might have changed your mind in the few seconds it had taken for you to remove your clothes.

"You can taste me, if I can taste you afterwards," you offered.

"Hell yeah you can," he muttered appreciatively as he got to his feet and lifted you on to a haybale. The straw poked you roughly and mercilessly, but you forgot about that when he leaned over you and kissed you deeply again. "Gonna make you feel real good, honey," he promised again before kissing a path downward. He hooked your legs over his biceps and ran his forearms up to your breasts, teasing your nipples again before diving right in to lick warm, wide stripes from your cunt to your clit. It had been so long since anyone had been intimate with you, your head felt dizzy and overwhelmed, but he took it to another level with the enthusiasm he brought to the task. He lapped at you and what you were leaking as if he were a man starved, pushing his face into you, so you could feel his patchy stubble rub against your inner thighs, and sucking gently on your clit. It took an embarrassingly short time before your breaths came stunted and your voice rose in a wail of pleasure as he drove you to your peak, the red hot lava of it flowing from your core throughout your body. He ripped a second from you when he pushed two thick fingers inside and curled them wonderfully to strike against that part inside you that you yourself could never reach. His eyes glittered with lust as you came down from your high and you swore you could come again just from the look he was giving you from between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs and wiped his mouth as he came in for another kiss, your taste all over his tongue and lips.

"Your turn." you announced breathlessly, as you got down from the bale on shaky legs. Not breaking eye contact, you knelt in front of him, the straw on the floor not much of a cushion for your knees. He moaned loudly as you raked your nails down his side, catching them on the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down, allowing his cock to spring free and bob up toward his stomach. You had felt that he was well endowed, but seeing him was something else entirely and you couldn't help the hum of appreciation that escaped you before you leaned forward kissed the reddened tip, his precum brushing over your lips. You looked up at him as you licked it off and could see his breaths coming heavy and wild, his shoulders and chest heaving in anticipation. His hands came around to tangle in your hair as you licked a swirl over his tip before taking it in your mouth and sucking gently whilst moving down his shaft.

"Fuck, baby. You're so good. C-can I move?" You brought your hands around to the firmness of his ass and moved him forward a little to give him permission and saw his head roll back in pleasure. He seemed to not want to hurt you and fucked your mouth much more gently than you thought he would. Your head bobbed further and further down his shaft until he was striking the back of it, making you gag a little. Raising yourself back off, you pumped him with your hand while swirling your tongue over his tender head. When you brought your other hand to cradle his balls he trembled a little under your touch. "Honey, I do not want you to stop, but if you don't I won't be able to fuck you before I come." You removed your mouth from him slowly, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard as you progressed.

He helped you to your feet and reached down to stroke your clit again while he kissed your lips, the taste of you both mingling in your mouths. Turning your back to him you bent over the hay bale, presenting yourself to him and you heard a guttural sound of arousal behind you before the head of his cock was notching at your entrance and pushing in all at once, stretching you and making you whimper as he bent over your back and kissed your shoulder. "Are you ok, baby?" he muttered. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Now fuck me hard."

He bit down a little on the meat of your shoulder and whispered a low "Yes, Ma'am," before standing fully and beginning to piston his hips into you with forceful, firm strokes, his cock pushing further within you each time. It was overwhelming and even more so when he pushed down on your back further so that he was fucking down into you and sliding over your spot with each thrust. The change in pitch of your gasping moans and the wetness that you could suddenly feel around the tops of your thighs encouraged him to fuck you even harder, his cock swelling as he got close to his release and filling you up beautifully. "Like that, honey? Right there?" he grunted as you started to feel yourself lose control around him.

"Yes, there, please, don't stop, please," you begged. He captured your arms and pulled you further back toward him, and suddenly he was striking something white hot and golden inside and you were gone, your cunt pulsating around him and flooding him with you. Your head was so dizzied that you only noticed he had pulled you flush against his sweat-sticky chest when his arms were around you, grasping greedily at your breasts and the hot breath of his rich, deep voice was beside your ear.

"Where-"

"inside." He drove into you half a dozen more times before he cried your name aloud and you felt him pulsate strongly within you, jettisoning his spend into you with groans muffled against your shoulder. As he withdrew, he held you up gently before turning you and lying you on the bale he had just taken you over, coming to lie down beside you with his big eyes searching your face and his big calloused hands stroking the soft skin of your belly. The sweet summer sun was slanting over his face, turning his black eyes amber in its glow and you felt a welcome twinge in your heart as you took his face in your hand and kissed him.

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The Transformation Thoughts

bc hsmtmts said gay rights

spoilers below

yesss seb doing the recap

wait did seb just say he was crying?!?! give him a hug

cow baby!!!

wow miss jenn and seb having a civil conversation

Natalie is back!!

ej and ricky with the mask

kourtney’s outfit!!!

ashlyn’s outfit...

ahh so the awards and the show are separate, good, that’s how it works

RICKY’S SHIRT!?!?!?!

i love it

ricky is lgbt do not try to convince me otherwise

ASHLYN IS SINGING IT IS BEAUTIFUL

like pop off

ricky and the mask

that mask is the true villain in season 2

“Belle, I-” flops

Ashlyn is carrying the scene, she is such a good Belle

how is ricky allowed on stage oh my god

the cap

that damn mask

“It’s okay, it was just my face”

Miss Jenn is hanging on by a thread

finally some ashlyn and ricky content

“Which they will” buddy have you faced the music? Have you seen Ricky?

“I think I might have been playing Troy at one point”

Miss Jenn needs help from someone who isn’t a teenager

“Mother is freaking out” High school theater at it’s finest

“There is math involved”

“OH”

sassy seb

i can’t with east high’s tech crew, what are you doing?!?!

and why are the actors figuring out the tech stuff?!? i’m sure kourt, big red, ashlyn (she knows all), and seb (he lives on a farm) know what to do.

the crew cannot be that bad

btw here are my thoughts on this scene

guys it is ashlyn’s house not yours

portwell shoulder bump

ASHLYN I LOVE YOU

OH SO NOW YOU HAVE DRILLS

WHERE WERE THEY WHEN THE TECHIES STARTED USING GLUE ON PLYWOOD!?!?!?!

I WANT ANSWERS

i. cannot. with. this. show.

lily wtf

“is this too weird” yes

like why?

lily like actually shut up

big red’s “wtf”

let her be evil damnit

“i’m just not well liked here” i wonder why

that was really weird, anyways

“he gets weird around tools”

me too

no give big red the drill he knows how to use it

someone write a fic about the girls and seb’s chaotic target run

why don’t you have a blackout and dramatic music and lights for the transformation, i know it isn’t award level but if done right it can be pretty dope

“I don’t know if my parents will be okay with me being at a co-ed sleepover”

“Chip, this is your mother speaking, go call your mother”

HE DID THE FINGER GUNS

GAY TABLE SIT AND FINGER GUNS THEY DID THEIR RESEARCH

ashlyn’s bucket

CARLOS GAY TABLE SIT

OH MY GOD

they’re so gay soulmates

let big red have his skateboards

“i need to talk to seb at some point but it can wait” honey no it can’t wait seb is on the verge of a breakdown

wait they havent talked in a week

Im a hypocrite ive been dancing around someone for three years

“You’re still at school”

“I’m worried about my children” “She means us”

such a high school theater thing (like i got married during high school theater, we had a family tree)

“ah, Sebby”

“Now I’m pretty sad” give him a hug

the girls ship seblos

“But, I guess he has to be, out of default, right... there’s not a lot of choices for a boy like Carlos, here, at East.”

alright here come the tears

why...why couldn’t he say “gay” or “queer” or “lgbt”?!?!

“Not so good at saying the feelings part out loud”

shiz that hit close to home.

Seb is just making me cry today, isn’t he?

wait so we’re just going to change the subject? coming from a queer person, opening up about your problems about your sexuality is hard. like, there are things that happened years ago im just telling people.

“You’re my sister, he’s my cousin”

it seems everyone except nina knows about the chocolates. imagine gossip time when gina told people write a fic

Nini just stop talking. It wasn’t a big deal, simple mistake. Not everything has to be big and dramatic

and wasn’t she just asking about Gina and Ej?

Nini for the love of god it is not something to read into.

“The farmer type”

Ash and Red exchanging gossip

wait... why are they texting about this?

“Why wouldn’t he say something to me?” It’s a hard conversation to have. “hey are we together just because i’m your only option?”

“Okay, pretty boy” HE CALLED HIM PRETTY BOY

RICKY!!!!!!!!!!

!!!

carlos and gina chaotic siblings

give ej a hug

“Sweet boy”

im so glad the guys are talking about their feelings.

Why a sleepover? It’s more of a hangout.

“Verging on failure”

jennzara therapy

slowwww burn

you go from hand holding to fist bump

disney please release an acoustic version of “let you go”

so it’s just carlos and ricky chillin’ at big red’s house?

do not play let you go for nini

do. not.

“You guys are a hallmark movie”

for once ricky is being smart

“the look on your face when you were talking about Seb tonight” smiles

he is so whipped

“I think you and Seb have something worth fighting for...bro”

that was so sweet and then there is bro

i love this show

“Sorry, I’m adjusting to being called bro”

him and seb being awkward about feelings... that is a high school relationship

i love ricky in this scene

“Yeah, let’s just write”

ASHLYN CALLED BIG RED BABE AWWWWW

nina shut the actual hell up

“It’s in the costume shop, somewhere” mood

“Thank you, 15″ THEY SAID THE THING

GAHHHH

I LOVE IT

howie and kourtney oh my god what is happening

“and begging”

“hi” he’s so nervous oh my lord.

he is so awkward around seb

it’s like a switch

“Do you want to get risotto with me sometime” OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE

GINA BABY HE LIKES YOU

GINA HONEY!!!

AWWW THAT WAS ADORABLE

PORTWELL YESSSS

gina’s little run

“Am I in trouble?”

they’re so nervous

oh my god its time

“You keep it all bottled up” GUYS I CANT ARGGGG

can ricky just like, go behind a curtain?

“lookin’ for our kind of love” carlos basically just said “i love you”

seb is so whipped like look at him?

they’re so in love

seb’s little eye role at “in a heartbeat, i choose you”

the hands omfg

oh my god they’re going to dance

SHIZ THE HOMECOMING SUITS

I WAS RIGHT

OH MY GOD

SHIT GUYS IM DYING

gah the hands i cant

carlos is leading i love it

the tie

a tie just killed me

im combusting

You’re honor, they’re in love

i really thought carlos was going in for a kiss he is probably getting one later

i like how the dance isn’t big, it’s small and a little awkward bc right then it’s just them.

THEYRE SO IN LOVE HOLY SHIT

damnit big red

big red is legally required to interrupt almost kiss moments especially if it’s an lgbt kiss bc we cant have two in one season

in a heartbeat is so cute. Frankie showed UP this season with the vocals. there is no way that was all acting bc they looked so in love.

I...I love it

the lyrics are perfect

In a Heartbeat and Let You Go are probably the best OG songs of the season

“Siri, add In a Heartbeat to my gay sob playlist”

these boys are just serenading each other left and right

“Yeah”

so it’s just “yeah”!?!? That’s it!?!?! Seb could have least kissed him on the cheek or did they use all their kisses?

I love the song and love the scene, but there is so much more to discuss. Are we going to brush over the fact that Seb literally had an allergic reaction and didn’t get help because he didn’t want to disappoint Carlos!?!? Are we going to brush over “no, seb” and seb feeling like he has to get carlos big things!?! One “yeah” doesn’t erase all that. I’m hoping we get closure, proper closure, not a joke.

In conclusion, only one thing was settled (Carlos loves Seb for Seb, not because he is the only out guy in school).

“Seb and Carlos suffer their first fight” effing liars

BTW it looks like they filmed the dance scene with the homecoming suits and normal outfits so disney release the footage

Ricky is the biggest Seblos shipper

“Bro”

you morons. are you using rigging without an adult there?!?!

im pretty sure that isn’t allowed. only trained people were allowed to use the rigging. it should be Natalie since she did it in HSM

you should have gotten mats are something or stand in a circle

gahhh

RICKY

OH MY FRICKING GOD

NO ONE RAN THEY JUST WATCHED WTF

WTF WAS THAT ENDING

UMMMMM NO

i legit have no words oh my god

they just killed the lead

you guys saw the rope you should have ran

you should have gotten mats or blankets or something just in case

rigging is difficult, set rigging and people rigging

EAST HIGH WTF

Looks like the sleepover is going to be in the ER

My gay heart is full but my theater heart is screaming. The episode went by really fast. I liked it, like a lot.

To answer the question, no, I am not okay @organic-guacamole and we will have a theater kid sleepover

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