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peppermint-toads · 3 years

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just like mellie | 1.2k

clyde logan x female reader

an: clyde logan being a big baby because mellie is too busy to give him his haircut, but luckily you’re available for the job

cw: mostly fluff, some naughty thoughts if you squint, nervous clyde

“Clyde,” Mellie sighed through the phone. “It’s just this one time.” He huffed. “Clyde, quit your grumbling! I promise I got my best girl on the job.”

“But you know how to cut it just the way I like!” He argued again. Mellie was busy that day, disputing yet another speeding ticket. “Listen, I’m pullin’ up to the courthouse right now. I’ve gotta go. Just give ‘er a chance, you big baby.” Beep. Beep. Beep. The line went dead.

He tapped the steering wheel of his old Pontiac, debating on entering the salon or not. Clyde was never one to care much about his physical appearance, but he quite liked his hair. After bein’ an army ranger for so long and only having about two inches of hair at any given time, keeping his hair nice and long reminded him that he was done with all that.

He took a final glance at himself in the rear view mirror. Mellie was right, his hair had gotten a little out of hand. He grunted as he pushed himself from the driver's seat and trudged into the salon.

Upon entering, he was met with the overwhelming scent of floral scented hairspray and hushed gossip, likely the older ladies talkin’ about who was screwin’ who and why those folks needed to attend a church service or two.

He felt out of place there, towerin’ over everybody with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his levi’s. Usually, Mellie would just make her way over to Clyde’s trailer with her shears and a ratty old towel, cutting his hair right in the kitchen.

“Alright, Darla, I’ll see you in six weeks. And remember, no hot water!” You called as your client walked out the door. You sighed, relieved to be rid of your problem client, Miss Darla.

You looked up from the front desk, surprised to see one burly Clyde gracing the waiting area. Mellie had given you a vague description of her brother: long, dark hair, tall, one arm. But her description did him a great disservice. Mellie failed to mention his broad shoulders, his cute freckles and moles, or his goofy ears that made your skin flush.

“Clyde!” Shaking away your thoughts, you flashed him a warm smile. “Mellie told me I should be expecting you.”

You slid out from behind the desk, approaching him so you could introduce yourself. When you stood directly in front of him, you realized just how tall he really was. “I’m y/n,” you half gulped.

He looked down at you. “Nice to meet you, y/n. Mellie... Mellie says you’ll know how to, uh, take care uh me?” He winced as the words left his mouth, realizing how that probably sounded. He was just uneasy, that was all. Plus, Mellie didn’t mention how pretty you were with your plush lips and pretty smile.

“I think I can handle it, Clyde.” He couldn’t help but smile at the way his name rolled off your tongue. It made his stomach churn, your voice, the way your jeans hugged your thighs just right, that damn smile, so sweet and just for him.

You led him back to your shampoo bowl, pattin’ the seat of the chair before he plopped down. You almost giggled, you’d never had such a large man in your chair before, it almost looked uncomfortable. His legs extended well beyond the footrest, and his elbows hung off the armrests.

Clyde was nervous, you could tell. He had a real tight grip on the edge of the chair and was bouncing his left leg. “Now Clyde, I promise Mellie instructed me good and well.” You spoke, gently carding your nails through his raven locks. You swear you saw his eyes roll back into his head a bit. He nodded, already lost in the tingling sensation your touch brought.

You ran hot water over his scalp and the rest of his skull, getting to work. And oh, his hair was so soft. Most of your male clients had coarse hair that was clearly neglected. But Clyde’s was so, so soft and had such a nice, natural curl. You should have expected as much though, Mellie would never let her own brother be a Head & Shoulders man.

His long night at the bar melted away each time your nails scratched over his temples. Nobody had touched him so intimately in such a long, long time. He could feel his eyelids grow heavy as you continued, he feared he’d doze off right then and there.

You used tea tree shampoo for him, nothing too frilly or floral. You worked it into his scalp, making sure to hit every spot you knew would make him feel good. Clyde took a deep inhale of the herbal aroma, sighing out as it worked its way through his nostrils, and he sunk even deeper into the chair.

You finished him off by massaging your fingers into his occipital bone and all the way down the back of his neck, scratching gently. You fed off the little grunts and sighs he let out every now and again. And maybe you let the massage run a little long just so you could elicit more of them.

“Alright so how are we cuttin’ it?”

You could’ve shaved him bald at that point; he wouldn’t have minded after the experience you just gave him. He felt fuzzy, groggy even. You witch of a woman he demanded to know what you just did to him. It took him a moment to process your question, he could barely remember how to speak.

“I- uh, just- uh, a little shorter on the top but not too much, then the rest I like to hit about right here.” He was so precious, scrunching his brows and gesturing to his neck to show you exactly where. All the while, he was staring at you through the mirror, eyes locked onto yours. You smiled at him sweetly again. You were going to kill him with that smile.

You blew him dry, cut it just how he asked, and massaged a little oil through the ends that made his hair extra soft. You were sad to be done, sad to no longer be able to melt him with your touch or run your fingers through his hair and scratch down his neck.

“You’re all done.” You spun him to face you, handing him a mirror so he could inspect your work. “Looks just like how Mellie does it,” he grinned.

He followed you to the front, frowning a bit when he remembered you were only so kind to him, only touched him the way you did because it was your job. He tried to hide his disappointment, fishing around his pocket and pulling out his tattered wallet.

“How much do I owe ya’?”

“Free of charge for you, Clyde Logan.”

“No, darlin’, I can’t let ya’ do that-”

Darlin’. He called you darlin’.

“So long as you promise to take me to dinner sometime.”

He flashed a crooked-toothed grin and his ears flushed a rosy pink. Slapping his wallet against his palm lightly, he agreed.

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please-buckme · 4 years

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Our Take On An Office Party

Stephen Glass x fem!reader

Words: 1.4K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral(m!Receiving), foul language, choking, you get it.

Request: Thank you for the request bestie!! @haydens-moles 💖💖💖Can you write a horny Xmas story about Stephen Glass where he plays the office Santa and the reader blows him in Santa suit And he’s says, “I guess you’re not mad at me!”

A/N: This is part of ‘Merry Horny-mas but I couldn’t find any good pics for a mood board. :( anyways it’s not great but it’s all I got in such short time. Love y’all 💖

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Knock. Knock.

“Come in.” Y/n addresses.

Stephen cracks the door slowly before entering fully. “You wanted to see me, Ma’am?”

“Yes. Shut the door.” Y/n had a prideful smirk across her lips, eyeing Stephen up and down. The Santa costume looked deflated, due to Stephen’s smaller build, and worn. Even in the ratty, used costume Stephen looked delectable to Y/n.

Stephen visibly gulped, shutting the door and finding his seat across from his bosses desk.

“So, are you enjoying the party?” Y/n asks, scooting her chair in a little closer, making Stephen gulp again.

“Oh- oh yeah, a- a great time.” He giggles nervously, “The girls keep sitting on my lap- because I’m Santa.”

Y/n hums, “Yes, I’m sure that's why.” She takes advantage of Stephen’s nervous state, scanning her eyes over his broad shoulders and down, until she sees nothing but the desk. Stephen breathes loudly, trying not to notice the way his boss is eating him alive with her eyes. He fiddles with his thumbs then his glasses, adjusting and readjusting them.

Nervously, he clears his throat and speaks again, “Um, sorry but did I do something? Are- are you mad at me?”

To both of their surprise, Y/n whimpers at his words, biting her lip now. Stephen’s boyish charm always left her flustered and ready to jump his bones. Lately it's been harder not to. Him being so caring and good at his job, not to mention how breathtaking he was, made her walls twitch with just a simple ‘Good morning, Ma’am’.

And when he asks if she’s mad at him.. all bets were off. Sometimes she wondered if Stephen knew what he was doing. Playing the innocent puppy role, knowing damn well what it did to her.

“Ma’am?” Stephen broke through the thick silence. A smirk was still present on Y/n’s face when she stood from her desk, slowly carrying herself to the other side.

“Oh, Steve. How could I ever be mad at you.” She knelt down beside Stephen’s chair. He swiveled to the side she was on, not realizing how close she’d gotten.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I-I..” He went to swivel back but she stopped the chair.

“Sshh.. It’s okay. I actually wanted to ask you something.” She removed her hand from the chair, bringing both her hands to the inside of Stephen’s thighs. His body immediately tensed. When he went to speak, the words fell short, coming out as more of a moan than a coherent response.

“Mmm.. I think that answers my question.” Her fingers tickle at his inner thighs, inching higher and higher.

Stephen clears his throat again, “An-answers wh-what?” He stutters, feeling his heart pound through the itchy material of the Santa costume.

“If you’d ever been touched before.” Y/n states, now rubbing over his hardening member.

“Of- of course I have. Loads of times..uh.” Stephen shudders at Y/n touch. Even through the pants she was making him feel so good.

The head of his cock pulsed when she massaged it slowly between her fingers, making her underwear pool with her own arousal. She could feel her wetness dripping from her underwear and she hadn’t even felt him on her tongue yet. As she continued her movements, massaging her fingers gently, slowly, the feeling of his cock became harder and harder under her touch, making her legs quiver.

“Does that feel good, Baby?” She asked, pressing her fingers a little harder into his cock. He gasped and nodded in response.

“Oh, you can do better than that. Tell me how it feels.” She palmed him, still going at the same slow pace.

“It- it feels good- uh, so fucking good but..” His cheeks were burning and his eyes were closed. He already felt a knot in his stomach with just the gentle touches he’d been given.

“‘But’ what, Baby boy, hmm? Do you want more?” Stephen nodded again, making Y/n smirk. “Do you want to know what it feels like to be inside me?”

“Y-yes, please.” Stephen stood from the chair, shaking off the extremely loose pants and pulling his boxers along with then, his member springing out and bobbing in Y/n’s face. She gucked at his size before grabbing his cock, continuing her slow strokes and kissing the tip. She licked the precum from her lips and hummed in awe at his taste.

“Are you sure you want this, Steve. Your first time is supposed to be special.” She smirked. She was looking up at him, licking the tip this time; Stephen couldn’t help but buck forward at the new, wet sensation.

“How much more special can it get?” He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was a virgin anymore, or he’d at least never had a blowjob before.

Y/n smiled, never taking her eyes off his as she took his tip into her mouth, sucking lightly but just enough for a groan to fall from his lips. He couldn’t help it when his hips bucked forward, begging her to take him deeper. She didn’t mind though, taking him as deep as he desired. Everytime he thrusted to the back of her throat, she gagged, making him thrust even harder.

“You like it when I choke on your dick?”

“Y-yes, fuck- feels so good, Ma’am.”

Y/n pulls herself from him and ties her hair back in a messy ponytail. When she lines herself back up with his member, she takes his hand and intertwines his fingers into her hair.

“Do your worst.” She says and winks before taking him back into her mouth.

Stephen wastes no time, pushing her down as far as she can take it, audibly gagging around him. Y/n feels the sting of eyes swelling in her eyes but she said nothing. She liked the feeling of Stephen fucking her mouth, stretching her throat and making her drool.

Once Stephen had gotten her to the point where she could take him all the way in, he held her there. He could feel her throat rejecting him as it regurgitated around him, squeezing him tighter and tighter before he’d pull out.

Y/n gasped and coughed when he released her, taking the drool from her chin to pump him in her hand, giving her throat a little break before he repeated the action. He grabbed at the sides of her face, pumping himself in and out of her mouth viciously, then burying himself in her throat once again. He continued doing this.

Tears streamed down her face with her mascara. Her lipstick was smeared around her lips and around his cock, making him a nice cherry red color, even with the pulsing redness of its own accord. Honestly, if she minded, she’d take control. She’d have him fuck her up against her desk if she wanted, which she did of course, but she was having fun with this. She liked watching Stephen feel in charge, making her mouth his own and fucking it raw.

After he’d held her to him the last time, she could feel his thrusts become sloppy and weak, meaning he was close.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” She asked, replacing her mouth with her hand.

“Yes. Yes- fuck, I’m so close. Use- use your mouth, please.” Stephen whimpered and moaned as his climax finally hit, fucking her mouth hard while his thighs shook from his release. Y/n savored every last drop of his cum, swallowing it down like water. His hips stuttered a few more thrusts before he pulled out and collapsed in the chair behind him.

“Fuck.” He said, breathlessly.

“Hmm.. you’re telling me.” Y/n giggled, wiping the drool from her chin and licking her lips, already missing his taste.

Stephen’s head lolled to the side as he watched her compose and clean herself up. “So, You’re not mad at me?” They both giggled, Y/n made it to her feet and leaned over him in the chair. She placed a light kiss to his lips. She bit her lip, holding back a moan from just staring into his warm blue eyes.

“That depends on if you’re going to be a good boy for me.” She smirks and kisses him again before they continue with their own version of an office party.

And Stephen was a very very good boy.

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gotnofucks · 4 years

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Loving Dodger

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Words: 3.6k

Warning: mention of smut, language. Loads of fluff

A/N: I obviously don’t know Chris Evans, this is just a story.

MASTERLIST

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Everyone was packing up and you rushed to get things in order. Your coffee had gone cold hours ago, and some poor intern would be responsible for throwing it away from wherever you had left it. Working in the film industry could be rough, and this was just backstage. You went through the set, automatically putting things in order as you moved and waved goodbye to others. Stuffing the last of your things in your overstuffed bag, you left to find a taxi. You were glad you weren’t working tomorrow morning, for you planned to have a long hot shower and an undisturbed sleep after a long time.

It was late at night and no taxis came your way. You hated taking an Uber this late, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You had only just taken out your phone when a car stopped in front of you. The driver’s side door opened, and a smiling Chris Evans greeted you.

“Can I give you a ride milady?” He asked and you snorted.

“You have the worst English accent. If you do that in London, they’ll smell the imposter in you” You said. “And it’s cool, I’m calling an uber.”

Chris frowned, leaning against the door with arms spread, his few sizes short, too tight shirt stretching over his broad frame. You felt like he needed to be arrested for the cardiac arrests he may cause.

“At this time, and even when a handsome, chivalrous man is offering a safe ride? You wound me sweetheart.” He grabbed his left boob, faking a pained expression and you sighed.

“God, you’re awful Chris. You sure it’s okay, a little out of your way isn’t it?”

“Y/n, there is not one place in the world I wouldn’t go with you”

You let your hair form a curtain to hide your blush, clearing your throat awkwardly and stepping in his car. His car smelled like his cologne, the heady scent sticking to your clammy skin. You went for the radio, soft country music running in the background.

“So, what are you doing this weekend?” Chris asked.

“I live a boring life man. I’m probably gonna clean my shit and stock my kitchen with as much instant food as I can.”

“Well, if you want, we can go somewhere. Make your boring weekend interesting.” Chris suggested, glancing at you as he maneuvered around the traffic. You fidgeted, playing with your fingers as you avoided his eyes. Saying no to him was getting difficult every time. You wished the radio was turned up louder so this conversation could be avoided.

“Oh, you know me. I like to lay in, be a lazy girl.” You tried to say nonchalantly, and Chris’s hands clenched around the wheel. You stared out the window, watching the city breeze past as things got awkward inside. You didn’t speak until he pulled up in front of your home, and you reached for the door before the car even stopped, a farewell on your tongue when you were pulled back by the seatbelt.

You blushed, hands frantically trying to undo the clasp and Chris’s hands covered yours, releasing you. You breathed deeply as he was leaning into you, face just a few inches away. You could count his lashes this close, see the exact shape of that mole on his cheek and feel his breath on you. You pulled back, quickly opening the door and almost stepping out before you were pulled back again, this time by Chris’s hand grabbing your upper arm. He tugged you back into your seat and came close enough to touch your nose with his.

“You know you can’t keep blowing me off,” He muttered. His hand tucked your hair behind your ear, blue eyes intently looking in yours. “I can’t take your no because I know you don’t mean it. Why do you keep running away?”

You gulped uneasily, wiggling out of his grip and getting out of the car. He was still looking at you, waiting for an answer. You shook your head slightly, feet kicking the ground at your feet.

“Thank you for the ride Chris. Drive safe.”

The door swung shut behind you and you walked away without another look, hiding away inside your home and trying to calm your beating heart.

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You remembered disabling your alarm last night, so what the hell was that awful noise. Burrowing your head in your pillow, you tried to go back to sleep until the pounding continued. You growled, ready to rip out a new one to whoever was stupid enough to disturb your sleep. Uncaring of your attire, the t-shirt barely reaching midthigh over your panties you marched to your door, a scowl on your face.

You ripped open your door, already mid-triad before noticing who it was.

“Look, you need to shut the hell up. I work 14 hours a day, barely eat and sleep and you trying to break my door down is not –”

Chris smiled at you, amusement glittering in his eyes which raked over your bare legs. Your mouth parted for an embarrassingly long amount of time before you remembered you bed hair, morning breath (more like mourning breath) and the ratty t-shirt with holes. You pulled down on the hem, aware that you weren’t wearing a bra and it was too late to hide.

“What the hell are you doing here at this ungodly hour?” You asked Chris and he held up his hands to show he had food.

“Ungodly? Its 10 am miss, and your loyal subject is here to feed you.”

He moved past you into your house without invite, putting down the paper bag which had grease stains on it. Despite your shock and anger, your stomach grumbled, and you shut the door behind you. You rolled your eyes at his cheek, but that stuff looked too tempting to say no to.

“Since you’ve decided to intrude on my morning, make yourself useful and put on some coffee. I’m gonna change” You said and walked towards your bedroom.

“Like the way you look!” Chris shouted from behind you and you flipped him off without looking, ignoring his chuckle.

Why the hell was he here? After the way you guys had left things last night, you would have thought he would be too pissed to talk to you. You sighed as you pulled on a bra and something other than a 10-year-old t-shirt. You found him setting the table, laying down breakfast as the smell of coffee filled the kitchen. He smiled when he saw you had pulled your hair into a messy bun and winked at you.

“Here, larger portion for you.” He said handing you a plate of your favorite food. You took it, feeling like a guest in your own home as he served and poured you a mug of coffee, made perfectly as you like it. You both ate in silence for a while, the sound of cutlery the only thing to be heard. Finally, you pinned him with a stare, pushing away your plate.

“Chris, what are you doing here? Seriously.”

He chewed the morsel in his mouth before leaning his hands on the table and clasping his hands. It felt like an interview and you wished you had something better on, like an armor, to deal with whatever he was going to say.

“Well, if you want an honest answer here, I’d say I am here because I wanted to see you. I didn’t want you having some instant meal for the 10th time this week, so I got you some breakfast.”

You looked away from him, chewing on your lip. You wished he wouldn’t be so sweet. If he were a sleazy bastard, saying no to him would be so easy. Yet, here he was getting you food and being all domestic, making your life more difficult.

“Look, I appreciate this but I – Chris, we can’t happen. You need to stop this.”

It seemed like he was contemplating you, trying to guess what went on in that head of yours. He reached across to take your hand in his, lacing your fingers and stroked.

“I can’t stop. I tried, trust me I did. I can’t. I see you on the set and I want to whisk you away in the vanity away from prying eyes. I see you anywhere at all, with any other man I want to punch his face. Y/n don’t tell me I am imagining things. I’ve seen the way you look at me. You want me too, don’t you?”

The chair made a screeching noise as you snatched your hand away from his and got up, pacing the room. You were shaking your head, trying to think of a way to make him understand.

“Chris, we won’t work, you and me.”

“Why the fuck not? How can you even know if you won’t give us a chance? And I am the one who’s supposed to have fucking commitment issues.”

You wrung your hands, sitting in front of him again. He looked angry and frustrated, not knowing how much you wanted to say yes. But you knew in your heart of hearts that a very basic thing will never let you be.

“I won’t give it a chance because we’re different. We like different things, and well, sometimes they can be too much to compromise.”

“Like what, huh?”

You looked down in your lap, playing with the lint that stuck to your leggings. It was an embarrassing thing to admit, but you knew it would hold a lot of importance to this relationship. Taking a sharp breath, you told him the truth.

“I don’t like dogs. In fact, they terrify me.”

Chris lurched back as if it was the last thing he expected to come from you. He probably expected some tale of family drama or relationship trauma, but your reasons were simpler. You had cynophobia, the fear of dogs. You couldn’t be in the same room with them without getting shit scared. Chris blinked at you, like it was the dumbest thing you could have said.

“Excuse me? You refuse to go out with me because you don’t like dogs?”

You gave him a critical look, raising a brow.

“Have you seen your social media accounts? You love Dodger probably more than you love any human being. You’re a self-proclaimed ‘huge dog guy’. And me…I can’t be in the same room with one. We won’t work out Chris, and I would rather save myself the heartbreak.”

This was clearly not something Chris was prepared for. He looked baffled, not knowing what to say. You wished it were a small thing, but it wasn’t. Everyone who knew Chris could tell how much he loved dogs. His Instagram page was basically a Dodger fan page. He had the name tattooed on his body. You could never work out simply because Chris would always be choosing between you and his doggo, and you would be too busy being scared of him to enjoy your time with Chris.

He released a deep breath, straightening his shoulders.

“We’ll make it happen. A lot of people fear things, and they get over it. It can work out. When you meet Dodger, you’ll forget you’d ever been scared of a dog. He’s a good boy, trust me.”

“Chris” You said shaking your head, “You don’t understand. I like dogs but only from afar. They terrify the living daylights out of me. I just – why don’t you understand? This is already so embarrassing”

He got up and sat next to you, his hand on your shoulder. “Look, just give me one chance. I know we can be great, okay? One chance is all I am asking. If it gets too much, we end it. I promise, it will be like nothing ever happened.”

You didn’t want to believe him. You shouldn’t have, but he was the man you’d been crushing on for nearly a year now. He was smart and kind and funny, he worked for the good causes and god he was such a treat to look at. You should have said no, had your coffee and left it at that. But there was only so many times you can say no to Chris Evans, especially when he’s pursuing you like the proverbial hound of hell.

“One chance Chris.”

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This was a bad idea and you were regretting it already. You were practically hiding behind Chris, bunching his shirt under both hands as your head peeked over his large body. You were not ready to meet Dodger, at least not without a bomb suit.

“Hey, relax, he’s a right love. I’ve been showing him your pictures on my phone and he loves you already.” Chris tried to placate you and you replied with a pathetic whimper.

The door had barely opened before the golden brown doggo ran towards you and you squeaked. He bounded on Chris and you, Chris laughing and rubbing him behind the ear while you backed away. Dodger kept trying to come towards you and Chris had to hold him back by the collar while offering you a hand.

“Come on Y/n, he doesn’t bite. He’s a cutie.” Chris called but you shook your head, your knees vibrating. You edged away, taking deep gulps of breath as fear overtook you. It was pathetic really how scared you were since Dodger wasn’t even a huge dog, but it still took every last bit of your willpower to not just run away.

“Chris I can’t. Please.” You begged and he must have heard the fear in your voice. He pulled Dodger inside the house, the barks getting fainter as they moved in and you stayed frozen in your track. He came out after a couple minutes and immediately took your shoulders, rubbing softly.

“Hey, hey look at me. He’s inside now, okay?”

You nodded and buried your head in his chest, feeling more embarrassed than ever. Chris hugged you, shushing you gently.

“I am so sorry Chris, I just can’t. I told you this won’t work” You said, and Chris pulled away to look in your eyes. His blue eyes were determined as they stared in yours and you blinked up at him with watery eyes.

“No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have sprung this up on you like this. We’ll start small, okay?” He urged and you bit your lip, uncertain. Chris rubbed his nose to yours, pressing a kiss on your lips and both your cheeks. “Please Y/n, just give me more time. We’ll work it out.”

You wanted it to work out too. The dates you had gone on had been nothing short of amazing. When you were with Chris you laughed like never before, the conversation so unrestrained. You didn’t worry about hiding your flaws, feeling so comfortable in his company. And then there was the sex. It was so good. In fact, it was spectacular.

“I don’t know how we’ll make it work.” You admitted softly and Chris smiled at you, cupping your face in his huge hands.

“We’ll do it together baby. Don’t give up on us just yet please.” You pressed your forehead to his and breathed in his scent, letting it wash over you. Nodding your affirmation, you let him lead you inside his house, Dodger locked inside the bedroom.

“I feel terrible for locking him in.” You said and you did. Just because dogs scare you doesn’t mean you hate them. You just feared going near them. You watched those cute puppy videos on YouTube to help relax yourself, only you didn’t want any dogs around you.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s with his stuffed lion.”

You cuddled on the couch, watching some 90s movie and you wished with everything that this would somehow work out.

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It took you a while to decide if this was heaven or hell. You were awing and yelping simultaneously, and Chris laughed from behind you, his hands wrapped around your waist. Nuzzling his nose in your neck, he bit your ear softly uncaring of the people around you.

“Oh my god” You must have said this a dozen times already, but you were simply in awe. When Chris said you’ll start small you didn’t think he meant literally. In front of you were some of the cutest, softest, smallest puppies and you finally decided this was heaven.

“I figured we’ll begin from the beginning. Go up slowly, get you used to being around canines.” He bit you again as he said that and you giggled. Turning your head, you captured his lips in an elated kiss, touched that he was going to go through this with you.

“This is amazing.” You said and the corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile. He led you to the corner where a small black puppy with spots on his toes was wagging his tail at you. You awed, not afraid of him in the least.

“You wanna tell me about your phobia a little?” Chris asked as you cradled the pup in the crook of your elbow, the little darling loving your finger running over his small belly.

“It’s kinda silly but when I was four, I was chased by my neighbor’s dog. I ran like hell and it almost bit me before they got it back in control. I’ve feared them ever since.”

Chris hummed, kissing the pup in his own hands and giving you a soft smile.

“This helps?”

“This helps.” You agreed.

Chris and you must have petted a dozen puppies, holding them in your hands, cooing to them and kissing their small noses. You clicked pictures and fed them from your hands, a cacophony of kissy noises and good boys flowing from you both.

“I’m gonna have to hide these pics or Dodger is gonna get jealous.” Chris said and you snorted, snuggling into his side. It was a beautiful day at the shelter, and you were surprised at how fun it was. Tired as you were, you were also acutely aware of Chris’s hand creeping up your thigh in the car. You looked out the window, suppressing your smile.

“So, we made some progress today” He said, and you hummed. “And you had a lot of fun” You hummed again.

Chris pulled you to him roughly by your collar, his tongue poking out to just lick at your bottom lip.

“I think I deserve a reward…” He trailed off and you finally let a smile spread on your lips.

“I think you do Mr. Evans” You agreed and pressed your lips over his, hoping the driver will overlook the noises in the back.

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Baby steps worked, and over the course of the next few weeks you got more comfortable around dogs. You spent a lot of time with pups of all breeds, slowly moving on to the bigger dogs. It wasn’t all easy, few visits ended in tears and hopelessness, but Chris stayed by your side. He let you set the pace, accompanying you every time and praising you for every obstacle you crossed. He didn’t mind spending most of the time at your place and waved off your apologies about Dodger.

“We’re doing this for him too, so he can get to know you better. It’s okay with me.” He assured you after a passionate round of love making. You traced Dodger’s name on his bare chest, finger roving over the other scattered tattoos. He loved it when you traced them with your tongue and bit his nipples.

“I think I’d like to try another visit with him.” You finally admitted, peeking up at him from under your lashes. Chris grinned, pulling you closer.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting.”

“I think I’m ready Chris. I want to meet the good boy who’s sharing your heart with me.”

Rolling over you, Chris pressed kisses over your collar bones and chest, hands squeezing your curves. Your lips mashed together in a sloppy kiss and you felt him smile against you.

“There is no one else I’d rather give my heart to other than you and him.”

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This time when the door opened you were not hiding behind Chris. You held a soft chew toy in your hand, a gift and an apology. Dodger ran towards Chris, tail wagging aggressively as he licked and nipped at every exposed bit of skin he could find. Chris giggled as he rubbed and scratched his baby, and you were very proud of not making any distressed sound or running away. When Dodger finally turned to you, you tentatively came towards him with the toy.

“Hello Dodger, you sweet sweet boy.” You greeted. You’d been with dogs almost as big as him now and felt little apprehension touching his soft coat. He whined under your touch, leaning into you and rubbing against your legs. Chris joined you, his hand finding yours in Dodger’s fur.

“Look buddy, mummy is ready to meet you. You like her, eh?”

Dodger barked in agreement, rolling over for belly rubs while you stared at Chris coyly.

“Mummy eh?” You teased and Chris blushed, kissing you softly.

“Well, only if you’ll have Dodger’s dad.” He said.

You playfully sat down on the floor, letting the cutie climb on your lap and scratching behind his ears that made him purr in satisfaction.

“What do you say Dodge, should I take him?” You asked and he wagged his tail, rolling around in your lap. You gazed lovingly at Chris, softly touching his bearded face.

“Well, only because Dodger says so.”

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Up In Flames

Pairing: Past Natasha Romanoff x reader, some platonic Clint Barton x reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Fire, mentions of violent acts, mentions of major character death (Natasha's), angst, alcohol.

A/N: This is really bad lmao. Anyway it takes place after Endgame, and sadly Natasha and Tony are, in fact, dead in this fic. So sorry. But I was feeling angsty.

Mentioned song: Severed by The Decemberists

November 25, 2027.

You watch as the flames go up. The building burning along with everything and everyone inside of it. A small malevolent smile grazes your lips hearing the screams over 'Severed' by The Decemberists playing through your earbuds.

You laugh but you don't feel anything more than a slight twang of happiness, but it soon disappears. This would happen anytime you smiled or tried to be happy.

Your eyes watch and analyze every detail of the bright massacre happening before you. All if the mayhem being your doing. The red and orange fire reminding you of her.

Her fiery red hair, unmatched attitude and confident spirit. She somewhat always had the upper hand in any situation, and if, somehow she lost it, she could quickly regain control a simple charming smile. She had that kind of power over people. She could sell ice to and eskimo. She was just that charming and persuasive.

You missed her.

You missed the way she held your hand. How she held you close to her at night. The way she looked at you with nothing but love and happiness in her eyes. Or when she would get on her tiptoes and kiss your throat, because she was too short to reach anything higher up without your help. The way you could so easily pick her up. Or when she would hug you from behind and kisses your shoulder blades.

You missed everything about her.

Her green eyes that always showed such softness towards you. Her crooked teeth that she hated more than anything. The twitch of her lips indicating a soft smile and the way her eyes twinkled when she did this. Her soft, naturally red hair that she changed so often you lost count over the years. Her incredibly soft and pale skin that you always wanted to touch. All of her little freckles and moles that you had memorized. Her perfect body, that you swore up and down was sculpted by the gods above and Michelangelo himself. Her beautiful angelic laugh that could make you smile no matter what. Her somewhat dark and cruel sense of humor you found funny regardless of what she said.

You miss every little detail about her.

But she's gone now. You keep telling yourself that, in hopes that maybe one day you'll realize it's true.

You didn't realize that someone was behind you until they got close. You let them. Not caring if they were there to kill you or hurt you. You wouldn't feel it and you wouldn't care. You'd probably thank them.

They put their hand on your shoulder to turn you around. You see Clint standing there. He gives you a sad look and you know what's going to happen next.

×××

You sit in a chair at Clint's dinning room table with your arms crossed over your chest. He gives you a disappointed look. But he knows why you're doing this, going around causing havoc.

Because you miss her.

"You do realize I could lose my job if they find out in helping you, right? I could lose everything!"

"Yeah, I know. But at least you have everything you've ever wanted! I got that all ripped away from me!"

He takes a deep breath and sighs, calming his nerves.

"I miss her too, Y/N. But you don't see me going around burning down buildings and killing innocent people in the process." He says, using the disappointed parent tone.

"No. Not like I do." You say quietly.

He frowns, "What do you mean 'not like I do'? She was my best friend–"

You cut him off, standing up and slamming your hands down on the table, your voice loud but fragile, "She was the love of my life. My everything. My whole world."

He looks at you, his expression still stern but one of concern, "I lost the love of my life and my family when the snap happened-"

You cut him off again, "Yeah, but you got it all back. I can never get her back." You hold back tears and sit down, staring at a spot on the table. "We were going to get married, start a family. Have a happy little life, like you and Laura do." You sniffle and swallow the lump in your throat, "The last thing I said to her was 'let's hope this works'. Not 'I love you' or 'you mean the world to me'. No. I said 'let's hope this works'."

Choking on a sob you barely manage to say, "It should have been you."

"I know." He says softly, knowing you didn't mean it. You just want to hurt him. Letting his tears fall he walks over to you and hugs you tightly, cradling you like a child.

×××

You sit alone in Clint's guest room, crying. No. Sobbing. Yeah. You are sobbing in the guest bedroom on the Barton household.

You can't stop thinking about her. About how she sacrificed herself to bring everyone back. How she left you alone. In a world without her. You didn't know how to live in this world without her so you just went off.

You would beat the shit out of anyone if the mentioned her. Especially by name. You couldn't bare to hear it.

It was like a dagger being shoved through your heart every time you heard it. It only got worse as time went on. As did your temper. You would snap at the tiniest of things.

She was your rock. She kept you strong but now...

Now it's like your rock has been thrown into a lake. With you still attached to it. It's dragging you down and you have to let go in order to survive.

But you're not sure if you want to survive without your rock. The world just looks so different now. She always made everything seem so much better than it actually was.

Your would went up in flames the moment she died four years ago. Everyone else got their family back. But you lost it. You lost everything so everyone else would be happy.

You sigh and wipe your face then get up. You can't just sit around anymore. You won't allow yourself to. You pull on your clothes and shoes then gather your remaining things and leave the Barton household.

You don't know where your going but your definitely not staying here. You grab Clint's truck keys on the way out, making sure to be quiet. You walk out to the truck, get in and start it. But you sit there a moment. Thinking. You sigh and begin to drive off to some currently undecided location.

You drive for hours on the highway. You don't know where your headed to. You just let your heart lead you to where ever it is. Hoping to find something new.

You pull over for the night and stay at a ratty, old motel. The bed has stains and stinks of body odor. You sleep on it anyway though you feel dirty and unsafe.

The next morning you don't bother to shower and go straight to check out then get back on the road.

You haven't eaten since Laura fed you yesterday afternoon. You don't normally eat breakfast so it's fine. But you'll have to find food eventually. You drive for about two hours when you have to stop for gas.

Your life goes on like this for about a year. Sleeping in old dirty motels, not having proper showers or proper food. You live on the road for some time.

Until one day you stop. You get out of the truck in the middle on the Nevada desert. The road stretching for miles. You can't see any form of life.

Your drunk. Very drunk. You start to sob and slide down the side of the truck, until your bottom hits the ground and you're sitting. You just cry.

You want your friends back. You want your family back. You want your old life back. Before everything got screwed. You know you will never get her back. But you can get the rest of your family back.

You stand up and take a deep breath. You pull a lighter from your jacket pocket and look at it. You light it and stare at the red flame.

You move a few steps away from the truck then walk back to it, you open the gas tank hatch and unscrew the top.

You take several steps back and aim for the small hole of the tank, then toss the lighter into the tank watching the truck go up in flames just like the life you once had.

You pull your cellphone from your back pocket and dial a familiar number.

"Hey.... I'm gonna need a ride, Fury."

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