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SLOW HANDS

PAIRING- SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER

SUMMARY- Simon wasn't a touchy person, it was a wonder how he was even in a relationship. This fact was never much of an issue until about four months in and little to no progress had been made. An uncomfortable conversation leads to Simon trying a little harder to break down his hatred for being touched.

WARNINGS- MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE(only a whisper), SMOKING

Simon Riley wasn't what most thought he was. Sure, he was tough, quiet, and inevitably intimidating, but he wasn't some killing machine owned by the military. He had feelings, no matter how hard he ignored them, and he even felt more than most. This fact was one only Y/n was able to discover.

She was aware of her boyfriend's closed off emotions and ominous past and she never pushed him to learn more about it. Whatever it was allowed him to be with her in the current time and that was all that mattered. The only reason she came to know about his history was because she confessed her own past to him. It must have been his way of relating to her, making her feel seen, but he has been through far worse than she could've imagined.

Every word that fell from his tongue shattered her heart into something unfixable. The horrors that he had to experience were something no one should have to go through. Upon learning of these events, something in her mind clicked in place and everything made sense. When her hand would graze his shoulder and he would tense, when her hand touched his cheek and he'd lean away. There was a reason. It was far greater than she'd expected but it was there nonetheless.

It was hard to contain her tears throughout the conversation. Her lips parted, eyes soft and blurry, hands fidgeting. An uncomfortable mix of sadness and anger and shock coursed through her as he acted like it was insignificant. Like his trauma wasn't important. Of course, he saw it that way. His old fashioned mind could only think that he was less of a man for letting it effect him in such a way.

There was little time given to her to process the knowledge before he just stood up and stepped outside for a cigarette. When she brought it up to him later, he only brushed it off and told her to forget it, to let it go like he did. Only, they both knew that was a lie. Things like that don't just go away. Scars are left, emotional and physical, and those don't disappear no matter how hard you try to cover them up. Simon's past was woven through his skin, carved in his bones, and with every smoke or drink or fuck he used to forget, they only got stronger.

So Y/n made it her goal to help him. To teach him that even though so many have hurt him in the past, not everyone wants to do that.

This brought them to the present laying in bed, some stupid movies playing in the background. Simon was on leave, coming home at four o'clock and only being left with the energy to eat dinner before he was laying down, ready to sleep. His large frame took up no unneeded space, his hands folded together over his lower abdomen. Upper body covered by a long sleeve, black t shirt and lower half covered in black sweats. Her eyes drifted upwards, towards his face, which was only softly illuminated by the light of the tv. Every scar and blemish was suddenly given meaning and she was hyper aware of his every movement. The habit of showing very little skin, the compact nature of his sleeping, the tensing of his body when she moved. How had she never guessed?

There was a barely noticeable sheen of sweat on his forehead, just enough to be noticeable. With a plan worked out in her mind, she spoke. "It's warm in here." A simple acknowledgement, answered with an 'mhm.' This wasn't enough for her. Slowly, she sat up, crossing her legs and working her arms around either side of her body to grasp the ends of her t-shirt. His gaze on her back was piercing, curious. In one swift motion, she pulled her shirt over her head and discarded it on the end of the bed.

Simon paid no mind to her, after all it wasn't odd for her to be topless. Her near-naked state didn't seem to bother him, which brought joy to her. However, it still was not enough. The sweat on his skin was more prominent than before. "You're sweating, why don't you take your shirt off?" Perhaps she was rotten, but she didn't care.

He shot her a suspicious look, as if he knew what she was up to, but didn't let on. "I'm alright."

"You're safe here, Simon, you don't have to let yourself sweat." That may have been too far.

"What're you up to?" His head turned to the side, observing her face, which contorted with a false confusion. "I can see it in your eyes."

"I have no idea what you mean, I just don't want you to stink up our bed." Rotten, rotten, rotten.

This seemed to make sense to him as he leaned up, following the same motions she did only moments earlier. His jaw was clenched and fists were clenched as he laid down in the same position he was in earlier. He seemed on edge.

She tried her hardest to keep her eyes on the TV instead of his bare torso. She'd seen him shirtless before, but seeing him now, with the realization she'd made, it was like seeing a sheep shaved for the first time. Just like his face, it was as if every little marking on his skin has a life of its own. In a way, it truly did. Without warning, the beauty of his image and his story crashed over her.

She must have been staring because he gave her a look. Something that showed he knew she was up to something. Though, he was far too tired to put up a fight. When it looked as if his guard was down (news flash, it never was) she slid her hand over to his, carefully entwining their fingers together.

All, at once, his relaxation tore away from him and his hand left her grasp. It was more of a response from shock rather than a calculated move. She let his touch leave hers without chasing it, as much as she wanted to. The air was tense and uncomfortable.

"You know I'd never hurt you right?" She asked softly, slowly.

He sighed, head shaking slightly. An unmistakable annoyance in his tone. "I thought you gave this up."

"This is important." It was, maybe he didn't see it the way she did, but deep down even he knew that it was an issue waiting to get worse unless solved. He could only shove his past away so much before it built up.

"I know." The answer was short, not what she was looking for.

"Do you?" An unwanted silence fell over them for a moment. The minute that it lived felt like an eternity.

"Yes," His gaze separates from hers, fixating on the ceiling. He was never one for eye contact. "It's not you."

"I know."

"Do you?" A smart ass reply, laced with tease. To that, she rolled her eyes.

A warm, welcome shock took over her as he slid his hand over to his. She gently placed her hand in his grasp, not caring that he didn't make the first move. They look at each other again, holding a stare of trust and love as her hand glided up his arm. He was tense, but made no effort to halt this action.

Little by little, slow hands worked their way across Simon's chest, stopping right over his heart. Their faces were close, her head on his shoulder. Something in the air changed. What was once plain, worn in became impossibly euphoric. Their intimacy grew to be remarkable like it has never been before. There was something about a tether, keeping you attached to your trauma, broken that was so sweet.

"You're safe."

"I know."

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Save me, dear duck

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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the urge to block everyone who likes the same characters as me bc theyll NEVERR like them like i do

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🤭🤭🤭😘 love this sm.

How do you think the Curtis sister/sodas twin!reader dating Tim would go. Like since he's not far from being Darry's age and runs a real gang, plus he's considered one of the toughest greasers besides Dallas? What would Dally think of that, her brothers, and what kind of stuff would that include?

I love that you write for the sheperds, they're so underrated</3

Hello hello~! So sorry it took so long to get to this 😅 (I definitely agree they're much too underrated for my taste. Twobit too actually. I dont think Two gets enough love either.)

Lemme just make the list....

Darry: Ha....haha....HA. Okay so the only way he finds out is by Pony being a whiny tattletale. Otherwise there's absolutely no way in hell he'd hear you out just out of the blue at a family dinner. He respects Tim, but he wants what's best for his family, ESPECIALLY the only girl. Tim's just as bad as Dally to him, hell maybe even a bit worse. The night he catches you trying to sneak back home, he's absolutely LIVID. But when he finds out there's that typical "You're not allowed to see him" garbage. But I mean, he works early, so what's he gonna do? Risk working on zero sleep so he knows you don't sneak out? 🤷

You have a looooong talk with Pony and Soda but after you got them onboard they cover for you for a while. A lot of sneaking...but it's one night when he happens to come across you two at Buck's. Yall hadn't realized he was there and a fight broke out, to which Tim protected you, and then after Darry approached yall, tried to protect you from getting yelled at too. After that night he agreed, but he definitely was very strict with Tim about safety and how late you had to be home.

Sodapop: Soda's actually super cool with it. In the series, Soda looked up to Tim and ended up getting scolded by Tim for taking Darry for granted. Soda likes Tim, and yeah, he knows he has a bad record, but he 100% trusts Tim.

He tries to stay out of the fight the night Darry finds out, but otherwise he's usually more than willing to help you sneak out, that is as long as you promise to stay safe.

Ponyboy: Now this little shit is a conniving backstaber. But he did it out of love or whatever so 🙄😒... He uhhh caught you sneaking out. And uhhh "he was worried you'd get kidnapped or get hurt being out that late." He didn't actually know it was Tim you were with, so you can't COMPLETELY blame him, but at the same time I give you full permission to give him shit and make him feel guilty.

He caught you sneaking out at WAY past curfew and couldn't catch you before you were gone. So, like the worry wart Pony is woke Darry and sat with him until you got back. It's not that he cares once he finds out it's Tim, he trusts Tim fully, but he worries constantly anyways.

Steve: Honestly similar to Soda. Steve usually just kinda goes with what Soda thinks and vice versa with the exception of a few rare occasions. He wants you safe, he sees you as family too, but it's not really his love life to meddle with and he knows Tim's not that bad either. However, he is one of the first to say he'd beat up Tim for you if he had to. More than willing to fight in a rumble against the Shepard gang is worst comes to worst happened.

Johnny: Johnny stays out of it. He stays out of most things, especially if it gets Darry or Dally mad, but this he just figures yall can handle on your own. Johnny doesn't like judging people much, especially his own kind, so he's not upset that you like Tim. He's extremely cautious though. Johnny ultimately cares about nothing but you're safety because let's face it the gang is his family. Like actually is his family. He's the beat one to vent to though whenever you and Tim get into a small fight or whatever though.

Twobit: Two is giving you so much shit. Will not stop teasing even well into the relationship. He finds out because let's be honest, Soda can only keep a secret from Darry. Everyone else in the gang? Yeah not so much. Two is poking fun in FRONT OF DARRY too just to get a rise outta you, but he'll never out you or tell Darry on you. He just likes teasing.

Dally: Ha. He hands you a switchblade. Okay okay so Dally and Tim are major frenemies. They get along perfectly sometimes, and other times Dally is using you to get back at him. Like Johnny, Dally has a protective eye on you, so of course he's...not the happiest to receive the news. "HIM? Really? You could do so much better!" He thinks Tim's too similar to him and believes full heartedly he'll break your heart. In fact, at first he believes Tim's dating you to mess with him. It takes a LONG time before he recognizes that you actually care about each other and accepts it. That's not to say you can stop carrying that switchblade though.

Tim: Well....you're dating so obviously he likes you, dummy 🤷 Lmfao kidding kidding. Sooo Tim definitely enjoys the thrill of sneaking around with you late at night and breaking Darry's rules with you, but in the end he knows Darry's a good guy for worrying. He respects Darry's position as your caretaker and as the neighborhood's older brother, but... everyone needs to break their parent's rules as a teen. And by parent yes of course I refer to Darry as a parent.

That is to say though, because Darry and Tim are so similar in age and both respect each other, just like he had yelled at Soda in the series, is not afraid to put his foot down if you go too far with disobeying your brother or if he thinks you're in too much danger. He's your protector when the boys aren't around and even when they are, he still keeps tabs.

Curly: Curly doesn't know much about you, but you are the only girl Tim's ever seemed serious about. And by that he means first girl that Tim's brought home and made food for. He and Angela adore you, because I mean, anyone that can hook Tim is pretty respectable, but Curly's just...Curly. He'll be polite to you but he'll try and shit talk Tim every change he gets. Kinda trying to sabotage Tim lol but he ultimately is very happy for you guys. Actually enjoys when you come over because there's someone to talk to that isn't a hood or a trashy flirt that just wants a hook up.

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hi!! if ur requests were open, if not thats fine!! i was possibly wondering if u could possibly write a henry bowers x masc reader? basically where the reader recently gets diagnosed with autism, and some assholes make fun of them for it, henry finds them crying in the bathroom and comforts them? if not that's fine!! thank u!!

DIFFERENT

PAIRING- HENRY BOWERS X MASC!FEM!READER

SUMMARY- Y/n was used to being made fun of for being different. She didn't dress like the other girls in her school, nor did she really act like them either. But when people find out about her diagnosis with autism and decide to poke fun at that? It certainly hit a nerve. Not only did this bother her, but it apparently bothers the biggest bully in the school and even brings out a softer side of him. BLURB.

WARNINGS- SWEARING, VIOLENCE, BULLYING, SLIGHT BEVERLY SLANDER (purely for plot, I love her)

A/N- Requests are always open, I just might not get to them very quick or even at all if the plot isn't what I'm comfortable with. Also, if you wanted a male reader, I'm sorry but I don't write that right now (maybe once I get more into writing I'll try)so the reader is female, just masculine. I also chose to stay pretty in character for Henry, take that how you will.

She didn't know why her dressing differently struck such a nerve in the guys at her school. It's not like she wore anything offensive. Why did it matter if she didn't wear skirts as tiny as Gretta's or shirts as right as Beverly. It wasn't effecting anyone.

Y/n got used to the picking though. She knew what it meant to be different in her time and eventually grew indifferent to the harmful words or physical actions.

What she wasn't used to, however, was a particularly bad group of boys going through her medical records at the drug store and finding that only says before, she was diagnosed with autism. That's when it really got bad.

The news spread around so fast, the morning of the day after, everyone in school knew about it. All day she had paper balls and pencils thrown at her head, words she'd never heard directed at her, and she'd even been shoved into her locker more times than she cares to remember.

It was only until the fifth period, after lunch, did she realise that it affected her more than what she led herself to believe. This realization grounded her in the girls bathroom, cigarette loosely hanging from her lips.

Y/n never smoked much, only when she was trying to seem cool or trying to piss off people around her, but the moment seemed worthy. The unfamiliar mass of smoke going in and out of her lungs was welcomed. Every puff that has the back of her throat aching and her tongue dry was her method of distraction from the tears burning her eyes and the reoccurring urge to puke in her belly.

Every word said to her replayed in her mind as every bruise on her body ached. The pain was just as appreciated as the tears. It was as if she deserved it. Overall, she knew she shouldn't feel bad about it, it wasn't like there was anything wrong with it, but insults can only be ignored so much.

These thoughts distracted her from the creaking door of the bathroom, which opened and closed with unneeded force. She only looked up when the sound of footsteps clicked in her mind. Her head shot up, tears unwillingly falling, and she was met with the strange sight of Henry Bowers. Henry fucking Bowers.

She panicked, immediately thinking that he was there to fuck with her. He had always kept his pack of boys at bay when it came to her, but she knew of the horrors he'd done.

When she expected him to begin his bullying, he didn't. Instead, he trotted over to where she sat down and leaned back against the wall. Crossing his arms and sighing deeply.

Y/n watched him wearily through teary eyes. Every movement of his alarmed her. What the fuck was he going to do? It appeared like he was working up the nerve to do something, maybe spew more insults, bang her head against the wall and ditch.

Then, finally, he broke the tension filled silence. "Ya' know, who gives a fuck,"

The words spiked a confusion in her, making her draw her brows together and stare as he went on.

"So fucking what you dress different, fuck those assholes. Why don't you fight back?"

It took a while for her to reply due to the shock that dominated her mind. "S' not that easy for me."

It wasn't. She had barely any friends, none who would defend her, and she couldn't fight anyone herself. And let's be honest, that's how everything is fixed now. Fight for it or let it happen, that's just how it was.

"Just because you don't dress like some of those sluts." Was she dreaming? Or was Henry Bowers comforting her? If so, he wasn't very good at it. Though, she didn't really expect that he would be. "Or are fucking different."

"Are... You comforting me?"

His head shot to her and he has a look on his face that made it seem like he was offended at the accusation. Once he took in her disheveled state, his eyes softened slightly. When his response never came, she asked something different.

"Why?" Her voice was so quiet, as if she was scared to ask.

To be honest, he didn't really know why he was being so nice. It wasn't often in his nature to be nice, not right away, anyways. If he did happen to choose kindness, it was someone he trusted, but he only knew the basics about Y/n.

The soft feeling within him was foreign, but not unwelcome, as much as it alarmed him to let his guard down. He sunk down next to her, stretching his long legs out. "Shut up."

As unneeded as the rudeness was, she wasn't mad. In fact, a small giggle left her lips. He was being nice to her and he was horrible at it. She didn't know what his home life was like, but she knew it was bad, so there was no reason to be upset with his poor ways of comforting.

The tears left her eyes red and cheeks damp, but they were gone. Her head rolled to the side and she looked at him. Did he always have such a cute nose? As these types of questions arose in her brain, other things came up as well. Things that never stuck out to her were now as clear as day. Faint bruises at the base of his neck, a jagged scar peeing out from his hairline, a sort of wildness in his eyes as he glanced around the empty bathroom.

As if a puzzle came together, she realised the rumors were true. Henry's dad wasn't only drunk, but he was a damn abuser.

"I'm sorry about your dad." It wasn't necessary in her nature to be comforting either, but he sure as hell needed something.

"Sorry about those kids sticken' their nose in your business."

"Thank you." Very, very slowly and very, very hesitantly, hee pinky overlapped his, which was resting on the floor between them.

While he did nothing to egg it on, he did nothing to oppose her affection.

"Fuck them." He muttered one last time.

"Fuck them." She agreed.

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Choppy, messy, ooc, late. I have new writer syndrome.

I think I'm depressed.

#time to kms #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #it #it 2017 #victor criss #bowers gang #bowers gang x reader

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I fr need to stop being anonymous when I request. This writing is literally amazing.

Not sure if you're doing top gun requests right now, but if so, here's one. Rooster with a girl who is helping penny at the bar on a super busy night and there is some rowdy group who keeps calling her over and staring at her, and eventually they go too far and try to grab her but she just knocks one of them clean out and as the guys (hangman, fanboy, etc) is taking care of them, rooster takes her away bc she was about to go crazy on them lol. He's just like "that was so hot but you don't need to go to prison tonight."

baby i am always taking top gun requests. ooooh i love this idea so freaking much, thank you for choosing me to send it too, i absolutely do love it when you guys send things!

please note that i see every request that comes in and i am getting to them one at a time! with that being said, feel free to send one in!

anway, how are we all doing today? are we staying hydrated?

warnings: drinking, violence, inappropriate groping and harassment, bar fights, established relationship with rooster!

"BITCHLESS & DICKLESS' bradley rooster bradshaw x fem!reader

It was a busy Friday night at the Hard Deck, you and Penny the only two working and barely able to keep up with the constant flow of customers coming through, it only seemed to get even more crowded and rowdy when a small group of sailors fresh off the base come through, taking up a couple of the tables near the juke box. They signal you over and you make your towards them, order pad in hand incase they order more than just beer.

"Hey guys, how can i help you?" You ask, your voice upbeat and a smile on your face. It was sticky hot outside and you knew your shirt was clinging to your skin because of it, you tried not to feel too uncomfortable with the obvious way two of the men were staring at you. "Eyes up here, fellas." You say, giving a playful angry look. You were used to being looked at, it kind of came with the job title of bartender, but that didn't mean that it didn't make you uncomfortable.

One of the men cocks a smirk at you, leaning back easily in his seat. "They'll have a round of Budweiser," He says, his eyes not leaving you once as he gestures towards his friends. "and i'll have your number, sweetness."

Before you can open your mouth to object politely, one of his buddies beats you to it. "Hey, Hanks, give some of us a chance with her damn." He chuckles flashing you a smile.

"How about none of you get a chance?" You say sweetly, laughing with his buddies. "I'll be back with the beers in a minute." You shake your head, walking back to the bar. You grab six cold beers from the ice box and start putting them on a serving tray.

"Those boys gonna be trouble?" Penny asks, maneuvering her way behind you with a few drinks of her own. You hadn't realized that she had heard the interaction.

"No, they'll be fine." You shake your head, glancing back over at the table as you pop the tops off of the bottles one by one. The one that had asked for your number, Hanks, was staring at you and talking to the rest of his friends at the same time. His gaze unsettled you, but you carried on with your job anyway. You make your way back over to them, planting your serving smile back on to your face as you start handing out their beers. "Alright fellas, let me know if there's anything else i can get you, okay?"

"That phone number is still wanted, honey." Hanks' friend says, taking a sip from his bottle. He shoots you a wink and manspreads in his chair, you perk an eyebrow at him. What was it with navy boys being so goddamn persistent?

"I'm sure it is honey," You say, your voice a little more stern on the matter this time around. "but my boyfriend sure wouldn't appreciate me giving it out to random navy boys that walk into my bar." You turn to head back towards the actual bar, where you see Penny starting struggle.

"I don't see him around, im sure what he don't know won't kill him!" Hanks voice calls after you, its almost admirable how persistent they are, it was afterall one of the more endearing qualities about your boyfriend when you first met him, although you had to say that he hadn't been nearly as uncomfortable as these boys were.

"Oh he'll be around!" You call back over your shoulder, not noticing that at that moment said boyfriend and his group of friends had walked through the front door of the bar. You didn't notice them for quite a few minuets, giving them plenty of time to get to their usual seats as you worked on the fresh wave of customers at the bar, mixing drinks and handing them out almost mechanically.

After around twenty minutes or so Bradley comes up to the bar, standing directly behind you, your back turned as you pour beer from the tap. "Here you g-Bradley!" You exclaim excitedly, nearly spilling the beer in your hands before you hand it to the man standing next to him.

"Hey baby," He says, his voice gruff and hoars, tired. He gladly accepts your kiss as you lean across the bar for it, pressing his lips against your own. He was still wearing his flight suit, and still covered in sweat, and a quick glance towards the others told you everything y ou needed to know.

"Rough day?" You look at him, eyes questioning as you get to work making their drinks. Whiskey neat for Jake, Scotch on the rocks for Bradley and Natasha and a pop for Bob, your favorite sober companion most evenings.

"You could say that," He says, a deep sigh leaving his chest as he watches you, already feeling more at ease. You didnt pry any farther, knowing he would tell you all about it in bed that night. "When are you off?"

You pout, coming around the bar with the drinks on a serving tray. "Not until nearly closing tonight," You say, walking with him towards the others. Bradley studiously takes the tray from you, ever the gentleman even on his roughest days, his arm brushing your shoulder as you walk. "Hey guys," You greet, giving Jake and Bob your usual friendly kiss on the cheek, and with a giggle you give one to Nat too when she taps hers and gives you a lopsided grin. You could tell by looks on their faces that they all needed a dose of happiness.

"Where's mine?" Bradley whines, hand on your hip possessively. You roll your eyes at him but lean up to kiss his waiting cheek anyway, adoring the small smile that tugs at the corners of his lips.

"Awe come on Rooster, you get her all the time, let the rest of us have some." Natasha says, causing you to throw your head back in a laugh, leaning farther into your boyfriend. Your laugh was infectious and the whole group lets out a chuckle, you watch their bodies relax afterwards. "Might want to keep em coming, Y/N , it's been a rough one.."

Jake looks somewhere behind you, eyebrows pinched, stare hard. "Looks like you're in need, Y/N" He says, raising his whiskey to his lips to take a sip.

You look over your shoulder, your eyes landing on the group of sailors from earlier on the other side of the bar. "Those guys again," You sigh, grabbing your tray off the table.

Bob grabs your wrist before you go, and you furrow your brow at him. "Are those guys giving you a hard time?" He asks quietly, he knew Bradley was already on edge as it was and didn't want him looking for a fight.

"Nothing i can't handle, Bobby," You say, ruffling his hair with a wink before heading off towards the group, putting some pep back in your step. "Ready for round two already, fellas?"

The night drags on quickly and slowly all at the same time, customers come and go, drinks are made and made again and carried out to tables. The two main groups being your Boyfriend and the rest of the daggers and the group of boat boys who become more rowdy as the night drags on.

Bradley is already uneasy with them as it is, catching them staring at you one too many times and asking for your number more than once, to which you studiously turn them down, looking his way as if asking for help. He knew he would step in when needed, but he also hoped that didn't need to happen, he knew Penny would talk to Mav and Mav would talk his ear off about it tomorrow on base.

Your patience had more than worn thin, and you were counting down the minuets until your shift was over, hoping that the last half an hour would pass without any issues. Your hopes were wrong though.

You were bringing the group of boat boys another round of beers and a couple of waters and were just picking up the empties and placing them on your tray when you feel it, a large, sweaty hand sliding up the back of your thigh and right up onto your ass, giving it a heavy squeeze. Your eyes widen. "You wanna lose that fucking hand?" You ask, voice gruff as you stand up straight. The entire table quiets.

"What? Fly girl over there is good enough to squeeze this thick ass but i'm not?" Natasha had playfully smacked your ass on her way to the restroom a short time ago, something the two of you had grown close enough as friends to do. It had made you laugh, but this? Oh this was an entirely different ball game.

You see red, and off in the distance you hear Bradley and Jake both yell and the sounds of chairs scraping against the floor as they all get up abruptly. Youve done it before they can even reach you though. The tray drops from your grasp, your dominant hand balling up as the sound of shattering glass reaches your ears and your fist collides with Hanks' face, right between the eyes. You feel a sickening crunch under the force of the blow and blood spurts out of his nostrils as he slumps down, you had hit him hard enough to knock him out.

"What the fuck?!?" Bradley is next to you, arm out protectively as his friends all stand from their seats, ready to brawl over what you had done, even though their pig of a friend had done worse in your opinion. "Y/N?"

"Bitchless and Dickless over there can't catch a fucking hint!" You yell lunging for his friend. Rooster's arms hold you back though before you can make contact with him, the entire bar watches you scream and kick at the sailor as your boyfriend drags you out towards the parking lot. "Fucking assholes! Squeezed my fucking ass!"

Surprisingly, Bob is the first to throw a punch. He had been watching the idiots mess with you all night long along with Rooster. And after their long ass day he was just as ready to fight as the rest of them, infact, he actually took pleasure in what he did. His fist collides squarely with Hanks' friend and Natasha drags the already semi conscious asshole across the floor after you and Bradley, Penny coming to help her.

"Jesus christ baby, you started a fucking brawl!" Bradley laughs, opening the passenger door of the bronco, shoving all of his stuff onto the floorboard as he sets you up on the seat. "That was so fucking hot," He says, hearing police sirens in the distance already. "You have no idea how bad i want to fuck you right now but i can't have you going to jail tonight, buckle in tight baby.." He says, closing your door before running around to the drivers side, the only the thought on his mind is getting you home where you're safe and in your guys' bed, preferably underneath of him.

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