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bubblgum-bish · 1 year ago

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Of course he had to be there, why wouldn't he? The very object of your frustration right in the very spot you came to cool off. You'd recognize that stupid busted up stetson anywhere. He was lounging back, long legs posted up on the table in front of him while his chair was tipped back. Part of you itched to swipe your foot under it and knock his chair down, taking the smug grin he was giving you with it. You turned back to the bar with a huff and ordered two fingers of whiskey from James. Typically you were a nuka cola and rum kinda girl but tonight you were here to get drunk and needed something with some bite to it, especially since you knew there was no way you were going to avoid Cooper.

Realistically you didn't really have anything to be mad about, it was the wasteland after all so of course nobodys gonna be upfront or honest so you really shouldn't have been surprised when he jilted you and skipped town with three quarters of your radaway. He at least had the decency to leave you some caps but overall your profits took a hit because of the whole debacle. Well that and your pride. But that wasn't really what you were mad about, no not at all, you were upset because you wanted him, pure and simple. It was all encompassing and ate at you every time you even thought about his weathered face and dangerous demeanor. Sure he was mean but you always liked it when men had some bite, it was more of a snark anyway.

James offering you your drink pulled you out of yourself. You took your whiskey in hand and knocked it back, willing your face to not scrunch up at the harsh feeling it left in your throat. Speaking of keeping cool, you were having an increasingly hard time ignoring the stare Cooper was burning into the back of your head. Taking a deep breath and sliding your caps onto the countertop you slowly turned in your seat. As suspected he was just staring at you, his body relaxed and languid in his chair, drink held loosely in our and and a smoke in the other while his eyes pinned you with a stare that made you feel like you were on fire. You watched him as he clicked his teeth together and tilted his head to the side, motioning you over. Again you felt anger welling up underneath your skin at his smug attitude, yet that wasn't the only thing that was itching at you.

It didn't help that he downright grinned when you stood up and wandered over to him. You chose to stand in front of him, a little to the left of his legs but enough to be directly in his line of sight, hands crossed over your chest, displaying your displeasure.

"Aw it ain't gotta be like that sweetheart. It ain't like I did nothing untoward."

He said playfully as he leaned forward and set his glass on the table.

"Yeah nothing but stealing my shit. Totally normal friendly behavior."

You retorted, cocking your hip, knocking against his crossed legs at the thigh.

"You still owe me for that by the way. Not too pleased to have been robbed, especially after giving you some of my supplies on the house."

His eyes followed the line of your body down to where your hip touched him, giving you a brazen up and down that had you barely suppressing a shiver.

He took a long drag from his cigarette before he spoke again, eyes never leaving yours.

"You and I both know that ain't what this is 'bout darlin. You're mad because I left you high and dry."

You didn't know what to say, the way he said it was so matter-o-factly, like he was making fun of you. Yet the look on his face was damn near salacious. You felt naked, uncomfortable and unbearably angry that he had the absolute gall to even say something like that. Before you could even think about raising your hand to slap him you felt pressure on the small of your back your whole body suddenly tipping forward. Just as quick as you fell, you were hauled up into Coopers lap. Some part of your brain registered that he had kicked you but the rest of it was focused on the sudden close proximity and the gloved hand that had made its way to your hip. You watched him through your lashes as he worked his cigarette in his mouth before he exhaled, leaving you in a haze that burned your nostrils.

"So how 'bout we cut the shit and you let me show you what you've been missing out on?"

#RAHHHHHHH #i wrote this at work #its gonna be smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #fallout #i cant wait to be irradiated 🥰#working progress #wip

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ravenrose18 · 1 year ago

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My Personal Savior

Chapter 4- Reliving the Past

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He entered the room after her, before closing the door behind him. When he turned around, he raised a brow when he saw her take off her jacket. It took him a moment before his eyes trailed to the tattoo on her arm. Recognition flashed in his eyes before he removed Lucille from his shoulder, propping her up beside the couch. He hardly ever set her down, but he didn't feel like he needed to be threatening. At least, not to Raven. "Well, I'll be damned. It is you." His smile cracked into a genuine one, relieved to see his old friend alive. All of his doubts and worries about her immediately subsided, and a heavy weight lifted off his chest. "I was starting to think I'd never see you again."

Raven turns around and smiles, and tears are in her eyes a bit. "Yeah, it's me, Negan... I thought I would never see you again, either; for the longest time, I thought you were dead, but I tried every day to find you. I'm glad you're alive and doing well, actually... leading a group. I'm sorry I didn't reveal myself to you outside. I just wanted us to reunite in private and talk in private... I also wanted to umm... say I'm sorry for leaving without saying a word. I felt guilty for leaving, and I still do... all this time, I thought you would be angry or hate me." She says softly, looking down a little, holding her arms crossed over her chest.

Negan noticed her tears, empathy flashing in his eyes for a moment. He wanted to offer her a hug for comfort, but he wasn't sure. Not only because of his image, but also because of all the time that had passed between them. Of course, if she were the one to make the move, then he wouldn't push her away. When she expressed her worry about Negan's death, he couldn't help but grin. "I'm not dying until I am damn good and ready, I can promise you that, and it's fine. Honestly, speaking like this is better than if we were to speak publicly. We'd be interrupted constantly." As she spoke of her worry that he'd hate her, his smile faded a little. "Raven, I don't hate you at all. With everything that was happening, I don't blame you for going your own way. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't have waited around for the shit show either." He walked over, gently placing his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to show some form of comfort. "I don't care about what happened back there. I'm just glad that you were able to pioneer through this messed-up world." A smile began to tug on the corners of his lips once more, as he gave a soft chuckle, "Of course, I don't know what I was expecting. You've been the strongest fighter I've ever met to this day."

Raven smiles softly with tears running down her cheeks. She embraces him tightly suddenly. Negan and Lucille were the only people who cared bout her and were there for her when she needed someone but she wasn't there for him or Lucille as soon as Lucille found out bout her cancer she also on the same day before Negan got home later that night if she was having affair with Negan that she knew he was having but it wasn't with her. She told Lucille no, she wasn't having an affair, and even before Negan got home, she took off before she knew it, and the apocalypse also started. "N,o Neg, and it's not o. Kaye, I should've been there for you and Lucille. You were always there formerly, and I left when you needed someone other than your dying wife." She says

Negan's eyes widened a little from the sudden embrace before he relaxed soon after. He wrapped his arms around her, gently rubbing her back as she cried in an attempt to console her. He had missed her from the moment she left. At first, he felt a little betrayed, but as time went on, that feeling of betrayal wavered. Instead, replaced by a longing to see his old friend again. He had thought of her every single day, but after the loss of Lucille, he began to fear that he had lost Raven as well. At the mention of Lucille's death, a sorrowful look briefly crossed his face. Even though all this time had passed, he still grieved her loss. He tried to convince himself that he had moved on and become stronger from the pain, but the naming of his baseball bat proved otherwise. "Raven, listen to me, it's fine. Besides, I deserved it. I was an asshole to her, and I deserved to deal with it on my own."

Raven looks at him as she frowns and shakes her head. "You shouldn't deal with this alone, Negan. I was your friend, and I should've been there for you. And look, the reason I left was that I didn't want to get in y'all's way of you guys fixing your marriage and spending as much time together before she passed. And.... Lucille questioned me if we were having an affair, but I said no, and I knew the whole thing that you were cheating on her, and I didn't want to say anything." She says

He moved away from the hug just enough to meet her gaze. "It's fine, Raven. This world is a real piece of shit. There was nothing you or I could have done to save her. I understand, and we did fix our marriage. When she told me about her cancer, I cut things off with Janine right there and then. I did my best to be a good husband from then on out, but in the end, she died alone. She begged me not to go, and I ignored her. I needed to get more treatment for her, but it took longer than I thought, and when I came back. She was already gone." His eyes seemed distant as he recounted the event as if it were playing in his mind like a movie. "When I saw her. I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill her. I knew it wasn't her anymore, but I just couldn't. So I left her alone in that damn house, again."

Raven looks into his eyes, and her mind flashes back to when she saw the house being burned. "That's why your house was on fire. I went back to the house after I went home, and I saw had been it had been burnt down. I didn't know if you did or if you were stuck in that house with her. Negan, I'm so sorry you lost Lucille, but I promise you this... I'm not going anywhere ever again. You're stuck with me." She says

Negan brought himself out of his thoughts before making eye contact with her once more as he listened. "Again, it's fine." He insisted. Upon what she said last, a small smile appeared on his face. "And I'll be sure to hold you to your word." He spoke in a playfully teasing manner, trying to lighten the mood. He pulled her close once more, his leather jacket creaking as he moved.

Raven smiles and covers her face with his chest as she holds him, tightly gripping the back of his jacket. "I missed you so much, Negan. I'm so glad we are back together again. Like you said, I'm not dying till I'm good and ready." She says

Negan gently rested his chin atop her head, his smile still stuck on his face. He was so happy at their reunion that he nearly resembled a child on Christmas Day. "I missed you, too, Raven." Upon her repeating what he said, he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "And I'm holding you to that as well."

Raven giggles and smiles. "So, um, how long have you been a leader of this place? How have you been since you lost Lucille?" She asks, wondering how he is doing in general or even mentally. He seems like he leads this group with fear. She doesn't know what he's been doing, but she is glad they see each other again.

Negan furrowed his brows slightly as he thought back to when the Saviors began. He hadn't kept an exact date, but he knew it had been a few years. "I've been in charge. Four and a half years, I believe. Give or take. Originally, Dwight was in charge, but he kept getting people killed. I got tired of that shit real quick, so I took over. Then we met another group. The leader was forcing women into prostitution. So, I killed him and merged the groups. We found this place, made it secure, and pretty soon we had people flocking to our doorstep. That's when I decided to call us the Saviors." As she asked about Lucille, a small sigh escaped him. He was still in pain from her loss, but he was convinced that he wasn't. "I'm fine. At first, I felt dead inside, but I'm fine now." He didn't like discussing his mental health because he feared being seen as weak. He ruled with fear and brutality; he didn't need something getting out that would go against that.

Raven smiles slightly and nods, "Well, you have to do what you have to survive and protect yourself from others, I guess you have always been a protector, especially me. You were my personal Savior, Negan. And you know you can always talk to me, you wouldn't look weak if you told me what's wrong, or just to talk, you know. Oh, I have a great idea for us to catch up, we can catch up over dinner like we used to. You made your world-famous spaghetti, we drank alcohol and talked all night, and then..... we ended the night with slow dancing to a song we called our song.... only if you're able to Negan. I don't want to stop you from doing your leadership duties." She says

His lips curled into a small grin as she called him her 'Savior.' "Anyone in their right mind would have beat the ever-loving shit out of that guy. I'm not special, and again, I'm fine, but thank you." Negan's smile grew slightly more as she proposed her idea, his eyes brightening a little from excitement. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. I'll need to make sure everything is running smoothly first, then we are free to dance and chat the night away." He gently moved his chin off the top of her head after a moment, beginning to stir a little as he tried to carefully move away from her grasp.

Raven smiles and lets him go as she nods, "Okay, yeah, that's fine, Negan, it will give me time to change and get cleaned up and settle in properly. So if you can help me by leading me to my room and making sure that I won't be disturbed, and Negan, I will kill someone if they sneak into my room and try to assault me." She says

He gave a smile in return, before moving away to go fetch Lucille. He picked the bat up, and after giving it a little twirl, he rested it back onto his shoulder. "Grand tour, it is." He joked a bit before opening the door for her so she could leave the room first. "I'll get someone to bring clean clothes to your room, and don't worry. I can guarantee you that shit like that won't happen here, and if it does, I'll take care of it myself."

Raven smiles softly and nods as she grabs her jacket and bag and walks out of the room. She looks at him. "I'm glad you will do anything to protect your people. I'm glad I have someone here to trust and who cares about me." She says

He walked out after her, shutting the door and locking it behind him. Even though the people here feared him, it didn't mean they wouldn't try to steal from him out of sport. Afterward, he placed his attention on her before returning the smile. "And I'm glad that you feel that way. People look at me like I'm some kind of hellspawn when all I'm doing is trying to keep my people safe." He gestured for her to follow him as he began to walk further into the building. A few saviors glanced over at the two with curiosity as they walked past, but kept going. They knew better than to interrupt him. His smile grew a little more upon what she said, "And I'm glad to have you with us." He spoke

Raven smiles as she follows him she glances over at the people watching them glares at them and then looks up at Negan "So it seems like I'm being stared up a lot by your people what's the deal?" She asks wondering if she really needs to be careful or maybe they question why I don't fear Negan like they do.

He stopped in place after the question, turning to look at her for a moment before his eyes moved to look past her at the Saviors who continued on their way. After a few seconds, he put his attention on her once more. "They're probably wondering why a stranger wanted to be alone with me and why I allowed it." He gave a scoff of amusement and shook his head a little. Afterward, he turned his attention ahead and resumed walking. "But don't you worry, sweetheart? Ain't nobody gonna lay a finger on you here. We have rules, and we stick to them."

Raven smiles and looks at him as she walks. "I'm glad but if they do don't be surprised if you have a few missing men. And are you going to mention to everyone here who I am? I mean it's not like I'm going anywhere." She says as they keep walking and then she hears Negan's name being called she turns and sees a woman with blond hair and a black short dress and heels walk up to them.

Negan smirked a bit, amused by her comment. "I'd rather deal with that myself, but if you have no choice, then fine. Once you're settled in, I'll introduce you to the rest-" He fell silent as he heard his name called. He released a sigh, his brows furrowed in annoyance. He despised being interrupted. Negan turned to look, his fingers impatiently tapping upon Lucille. When he recognized it as one of his wives, he seemed to immediately relax, his frustration vanishing. "Well, hello." He spoke, his grin returning.

Raven looked in confusion she was wondering who this woman was and how his demeanor changed as soon as he saw who it was. "Umm... Negan who's that?" She asks she thinks it's like one of his maids or Cooks but not on how he's acting she feels a bit jealous that she got him in a good mood and took his attention away from her.

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