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Summary: All reader wanted to do was surprise Fred on his birthday.
Notes: This is after the movie. There are a few moments of nudity or implied nudity but it isn’t meant to be smutty.
He drove on auto-pilot and managed to pull up to his house. When he turned the engine off, it was almost as if he woke up from the haze of the pain from had just happened.
“Fuck.” He muttered. “Somehow, I forgot you were in the car with me. I should drive you…” You placed a gentle finger to his lips.
“We both shouldn’t be alone after that. I can sleep on the couch.”
Despite looking like how you felt, tired in your bones; his touch was gentle. He took your finger away from his lips. “Fuck that you will sleep in my bed.”
“Ok.” You said simply.
******
His keys jangled as he took them from his pocket and opened his front door. He turned to you. “I’m a bachelor.” He stated.
Following him, he snapped a light on, finding a a half empty bottle and he practically collapsed into an over stuffed chair. The liquid was a golden amber. He twisted the cap off and took a swig. A sighed poured from his lips after he pulled the bottle away. “Give me a moment and I’ll show you where my bedroom is.”
Not waiting you somehow managed to easily found your way around. It was neat and tidy like you assumed it would be. Glancing in his bedroom, you saw that the bed was rumpled from sleep but other wise it wasn’t bad.
Going back to the bathroom you saw that it was a bit of a mess. You could see that he had shaven maybe that morning to keep his beard trim and the seat was up. Other then that, it looked lived in but not terribly. You put it down, took care of your needs, flushed and washed your hands.
Looking around, you found what looked like a shaving bowl, you filled it with warm water and grabbed a washcloth. You would wipe away the blood of his friends and the enemies that changed everything tonight.
When you got to him, the half of the liquid was now gone. He was staring straight ahead as you noticed outside the window behind him that the purplish dawn began to fade. The sun was rising higher into the sky. His cap sat beside the bottle. His hair, soft stuck in different directions for a moment, seeing it so messy made you smile. The smile fell; seeing the blood on his face and hands again.
Kneeling beside him you took his hand, he immediately snatched it back. Fire burned in his eyes as he looked down at you. “No.”
“Yes.” You tugged his hand back. This time he let you keep it.
Silently, you continued on to his other hand. He finished the bottle by the time you would start on his face. Your eyes met but still no words bounced between you. The fire remained in his eyes.
He grabbed the cloth. “Your turn.”
You nodded.
He looked at the water, he shook his head. “Come with me.”
Getting up, you followed him.
“Sit there.” He gestured to his toilet. You put the lid down and as you were told.
He disappeared but then came back with a gray pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. “For later.” Then he poured out the water, rinsed it and having grabbed a new wash cloth, he began rubbing the blood off you. “I told you to stay home.”
“And miss out on that amazing hug you gave me. Never.” You couldn’t help but be cheeky. It was how you defended yourself against all you had seen.
A smirked quirked his lips to one side for a breath. “It had been a damn good hug.”
You nodded. He gestured back to the clothes. “Change, and I’ll bring fresh blankets and take mine to the coach.”
You grabbed one of his hands. “Yes. But don’t leave me. I don’t think I can be alone.” You finally admitted.
He looked back at you and pressed his lips together. “I snore.”
“I don’t care.”
He nodded and left back to his room. Beyond caring, you shed the outfit that had meant to be cute, it was tattered and blood stained now. You slipped on the sweats, and pulled on the t-shirt a groan came from deep in your gut. You stopped, a little breathless.
He was there and you tugged the shirt with some trouble down. He had seen everything you are sure, but at this moment the pain consumed you more.
“Let me see.” He came over, he had also managed to change out of his clothes. He remained in only a white tank top and was in some black sweats.
Gently, taking your arm, he brushed the sleeve upward. He pressed his lips together. “Just nasty bruise from when that one animal grabbed you.”
“Oh, well fuck him.” You smiled up at him as his thumb barely grazed it before lowering the sleeve. “You got him.”
“I wasn’t about to let him rough you up, if I had anything to say about it.”
“That’s when you became my hero tonight.”
“Pahh.” He made a dismissive sound and gesture.
******
The room was pitch black. No light came in from under the curtains you had managed to spot.
“Come over here.” The raspiness of his voice rousing you from the sound of your blood rushing in your ears as you desperately tried to fall asleep.
“Ok.”
He wrapped an arm around you, and he held you close to his side.
“Despite the nightmares you may have, try and sleep.”
“Ok, how about you?”
“With you by my side for once the nightmares may be chased away.” You could hear the humor in his voice, that just barely softened the edge to it.
“I hope so.” You draped an arm around his middle, and finally gave into the velvety darkness of sleep that you had been running after, when you had first laid down.
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Notes: Wounds are not as serious. Smutty thoughts. Language use…
Fred awoke with a start. Had it all really happened. Blinking, he held up his hands, he could see the scratches and scraps from last night. He rubbed his face, a strangled sigh came from him. He squeezed his eyes shut. It all came rushing back, he swallowed hard.
Korea nor Nam hadn’t taken his friends, but a bunch of drugged up punks did. Fury uncoiled in his stomach.
Beside him, a soft sound came from the side of him. Opening his eyes, looking over there you were. Half under his blankets. His lips twitched into a smile. He had hoped that had not been only a very, very good dream.
He could still feel how your body felt as it moved against his. Sure, these past few months working along side you, had been a fucking delight, even if you were young enough to be his kid.
The memory of you before the shit hit the fan made him bite his bottom lip. You were fucking hot. He really hoped it wasn’t only because his damn birthday.
You stirred a place in the pit of his stomach that he had long since grew cold. It had been ages, since anyone caused this in him. He’d enjoy it. He had long since grown tired of the plastered smiles in magazines or memories that could still ignite his interest when he was laying here needing a distraction.
When you had first walked in he figured you would be just trouble. The young didn’t understand the good ol days. He tried to stay current. He did not like to be left in the dark. No one as young as you were worth their salt, at least that was what the boys said when he first told them you’d be around. You were different. Yet, last night you were tough as nails.
Shifting, he felt in his bones what had happened. He was still relieved that all of his wounds had not been as serious as he had thought. Groaning, he eased himself out of bed.
Once in the bathroom, grabbing the abandoned washcloths from last night he tossed them into the bin. He took care of his needs and made a point of putting the seat down, he was a gentleman most of the time. Glancing out the blinds, it was still too bright to face the day after all that happened.
Turning, to his sink he contemplated a drink but with his mouth feeling sand paper, he grabbed some mouthwash. He gargled and spat it out. That’s when he saw he what that damn chain did to his throat. “Damn bitch.” He muttered. He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked back to his room.
He lingered in his doorway, some light managed to pour into the room. Was just enough, for him to see what you looked like laying there. You had managed to roll onto your back. His damn tank top sat low on you, revealing more of you, brought the stirring back to his gut.
Going around he climbed back into bed. Shifting close he looked down, he grimaced. He had hoped it had been a shadow, but it was a bruise smudging your face. Not able to stop himself, he brushed some hair from your face.
Stirring, he watched as your eyes fluttered open. “Fred?” Your lips curled into that smile that met your eyes, showing your innocence. Walter had once remarked.
They had been all weary of you; including him. What did you know about men who served like they did. In the end, they had begrudgingly welcomed you.
The smile fell as you winced.
“Morning, baby.” He grimaced, he hesitated but then grazed his fingers where the bruise was. “They got you good. But you are still beautiful.”
A flush filled your cheeks. He always did enjoy watching how you reacted to him. You grabbed his hand and clutched it to your mouth. Your eyes watered. “I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t saved me.”
Moving his hands so, he now held your hands. “Don’t let them get to you, we got them all.” He smirked.
You nodded.
Seeing you like this, he wished the two of you could go back to when you were perched on his bar. “I didn’t think when I asked you if I get anything for my birthday, you’d end up in my bed.” The smirk remained on his lips.
“Well, this is exactly where I wanted to end up.” You giggled, your eyes cleared of the tears, and the flush deepened.
“Oh?” He felt your words, it made his heart pick up speed.
“That’s why I got all prettied up for me.”
“You’re always pretty.” He gently squeezed your hands. “So you wanted to end up in my bed?” Now he was aroused at the thought, and some of the ways he imagined you suddenly popped into his head.
“Yes. I was hoping to finally catch your eye.”
“Baby, the moment you swished into my bar you caught my eye.”
“Show me.”
******
You awoke gasping, you clutched your heart, as it raced. Looking, around you remembered you had gone home with Fred.
Seeing, his face smooth with sleep, you relaxed. The nightmare had stolen him away and those bastards had won.
You were safe. You gulped down some air. This was going to be with you forever.
You didn’t want to even imagine, how you would have ended up if Fred had not come when he did. Your kicks may have landed up that man didn’t seem to feel them.
Your heart hurt as it came rushing back all that had happened! All you had wanted was to flirt with Fred, and finally make him realize how much you wanted to be with him, under him preferred. It’d be asking to much to be his girl, but someone to cuddle with and maybe have fun with from time to time. That was if he didn’t just laugh. The only times you saw him flirt was when one particular older woman came in, you gathered that at one point, the two had been an item. Looking at her, you couldn’t compare. She must have been a knock out when she was younger.
Your fingers tingled, remembering how it felt when he put your hands on his belt buckle. Oh the daydreams you had about that belt, you bit your lip to not let the moan it pulled from you to escape your lips.
Easing, gently from bed you crept back to his bathroom and took care of your needs. After washing your hands, you peaked out the curtain. You immediately pulled back after last night, it was still far too bright.
Letting the tap run, cupping your hands you had some of the cool water. It was so needed. Catching your reflection you frowned, a bruise was forming where that asshole had landed a blow. You knew it would get worse, you were just lucky he had not loosened any teeth.
Stretching till you stood on your tip toes, you let yourself relax. Coming back his bedroom, you could just make him out in light that managed to creep around his curtains. You smiled but winced, it certainly smarted.
Crawling back into bed and back under his blankets, sighing you felt very comfortable and safe. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep again. Your last wish was that the nightmares would not visit this time.
******
The more you spoke, the way his hands took yours or how his thumbs grazed your face; your stomach churned with excitement.
You could do this, he had fucking saved your life. You’d do anything he wanted at this point. And that thought alone excited you further.
You wondered if he noticed how he managed to make you flush. He didn’t say anything, you couldn’t worry about that now.
“Show me.” You finally said, it finally felt like a weight had been lifted.
She looked at you straight down the length of her nose. Her eyes then flicked up and down, before looking at Fred. Her eyebrow arched. “Is this the girl has momentarily caught your eye?”
His hand squeezed you where it laid on your hip.
“Not momentarily.”
“We’ll see.” Her lips wrinkled before looking at you once again. “He always comes back.” She smiled. Then looking at their son, she turned and walked away.
“I…I…”
You turned, “It’s ok. I expected as much.”
*****
You wrapped your arms a little tighter around yourself, as an unexpected cool breeze swirled around you as the priest was near finishing his final words for Lou.
Glancing, at Fred you could see his jaw tighten. This was one of the more emotional of the funerals. They had always seemed rather close despite always ribbing each other.
A steady and heart breaking weeping came from Lou’s widow the entire time. It ripped you the shreds. You watched as Fred went over to her when they handed her the flag. She leaned heavily against him. Some silent tears escaped your eyes. It was all so horrible.
It just wasn’t fair. Having to be taken out by a bunch of goons. He deserved better, they all did. As everything drew to a close you understood more and more why Freddie wanted his revenge. You just didn’t want him to join them. The idea of that practically brought you to your knees with anguish.
*****
Fred keys jangled as he put them in the ignition. He stopped. The other cars drove and maneuvered living the parking lot and heading to the restaurant.
“Fred?” Your voice came out barely above a whisper.
He turned to you. You could see the pain in his eyes. “Fuckin’ Lou.”
All you could do was nod.
A sigh came from him. You squeaked as he reached out and pulled you close. You braced yourself against him.
“Fred!” You gasped looking up at him.
“Kiss me.”
“Ok.” You said softly.
You began placing soft kisses on his chin, his cheek, you rested a hand on him gently.
“No, fucking kiss me.”
“Yes.” You met his lips and he took over the kiss from there.
It startled you but soon you heart was racing. He simply had that effect on you. He shifted. You didn’t know how. But you were closer against him.
He broke the kiss leaving you wide eyed and breathless. “I just..I needed to feel alive. The look in his eyes felt as if he reached into you and took ahold.
“Kiss me again then Fred.” You barely finished talking when his lips met yours.
Note/Warning: consensual sex, squint it hits at exhibitionism.
Fred, sat in his over stuffed chair. You were showering. It was only then alone did he allow his thoughts to come to him. Getting up, he went over to his liquor cabinet. He grabbed something, twisted the cap off and took a hearty swig.
He had to do something. His friends did not die in vain. Taking another swig.
******
You wished he would have joined you in the shower but you understood when he said that he had needed to think. You were still trying not too think.
You may have not known any of them as long as Fred, but it still hurt.
Getting out you smiled when you saw that he had left you a big fuzzy robe. You smiled as you wrapped it around yourself. You could imagine him in it, that made you smile even broader.
“Fred? Freddie?” You called out. Coming into the living you found him in the over stuffed chair. There was a bottle near him. You pressed your lips together.
“Hey there baby.” He rasped.
You went over but stopped near him. You were still trying to find yourself or the dynamic between the two of you. He had gotten dressed. “Are you, are we going somewhere?”
He nodded. “Come here.”
You closed the distance, he patted his lap. “Yes, Fred?”
“I need to go to the bar and take care of the guys. Lou’s wife needs to know.”
You nodded, you tucked some hair behind your ear. “Want me to come?”
“I can’t ask that of you. It’s gonna be horrific.”
As much as nervousness of it grabbed you. “I know it will be but you shouldn’t be alone.”
He looked at you, there was something you couldn’t read. “What did I do to deserve you?”
You shrugged. “You’re sexy.”
He rose an eyebrow.
“Yeah, you’ve been driving me crazy since we first met.”
“But I was an asshole.”
“You had your moments and I saw how you were with your friends.”
“Yeah and I was an asshole to them too.”
You shrugged but then you reached between you and grabbed his belt and tugged a little. “Look, this on your hips drove me crazy, and you were not always in asshole.”
A little smile curled his lips, one of his hands moved up your thigh. “Those little outfits ignited a fire in me.”
You leaned in, “Show me.”
He kissed you, you could taste the whiskey. This was a hungry kiss, fueled by the angst around the both of you.
He tugged on the belt of the robe. He broke the kiss. “I want to see, feel you.”
Reaching for the lapels, you wigged a little and you opened it. His lips were hot, soft as his beard grazed your skin. The sensations were almost too much for you. It furthered the ache he created between your legs. You had to grasp onto the armrests as he arched under him.
Easily, he pulled the moans from you. “Fred.” You breathed.
His eyes met you and was soon pulling you back into a hungry kiss.
Reaching once again between the two of you, you tugged and loosened his belt. You didn’t want to wait any longer. You let your hands dip into his jeans. His hands came over yours. “Allow me.”
You trembled as you watched him free himself. He met your eyes. “Climb on baby.”
His words long made you wetter. “Oh damn Fred.” You uttered and easily, after a moment of hovering slid onto him.
You felt as he gripped your ass the smirk that curled his lips, was driving you crazy. Holding his shoulders, you began moving on top of him. It took a moment but you found your rhythm.
One of his other hands reached up pulling you into a open mouthed kiss. Moans came from the two of you, growing out the more you moved on him.
Your breathing became shallow as you grew closer. “Fred, you feel so damn good.” You managed to say.
“So do you baby.”
Closing your eyes, you threw your head back in your pleasure.
Suddenly, a loud banging cracked into his small living room.
“Fred, are you in there damn it?” Abbott called out.
You both stopped and looked at each other.
“Fuck him. He can wait a minute. Kiss me.” He hissed.
“Ok.”
He banged on the door again.
You whimpered into Fred’s mouth as he moved with you. You shook and bucked hard against him. Something made this all the more delicious with Abbott just outside the door, you admitted within yourself.
“Fucker is probably in back.”
Bucking a final time, coming hard and Fred swallowed your moan, in the kiss. He moved hard against you as you began to melt against him. His grip tightened would have hurt if it didn’t already feel good to be held by him. You then felt as he came hard deep inside of you. As it was time you were the one to swallow down his moan as you kissed.
Finally breaking the kiss, you caressed his beard. “Damn Fred. That was amazing.”
“You are.” His eyes twinkled. “As much, as I don’t want you too, you better get dressed. Come meet me outside, I’ll see what he wants.”
You nodded. You already, missed the feel of him once he slipped out. He had you buzzing. You never knew it could feel like this. “Want me to grab you two a beer?”
He tucked himself back in and was soon adjusting his belt. “Yeah.” He was pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. “You don’t have to put on your clothes from last night, his voice purred against your hair.
*****
“Abbott, what the hell are you doing here?” He hollered almost as Abbott was turning to leave.
“I called and didn’t get an answer.” He walked over to him. “I was late wishing you a happy birthday, that’s when I saw everything…” His voice faded. “Everyone, so I came here.”
“Yeah, well the shit finally hit the fucking fan with those damn hypers.
Abbott, nodded. “Where’s Y/N?”
“Who would like a beer?” You held up the bottles, asking as brightly as you could. You looked between them. “You know?”
Abbott nodded and came over you and hugged you. You felt squished against him. “I am so glad you are ok.”
You pulled back and went over to Fred. You looked up at him and then back at Abbott. “He saved me.”
******
Dressed in some old jeans, boots and a ragged t-shirt, you sat beside Fred as he drove. His mouth was a grim line. Finally, the real world was knocking. A few days after what happened; the two of you were heading back to the bar.
Your heart ached over it. While sitting beside Fred, you called Sean and your brother, thankfully both of whom were luckily available to help clean things up.
Abbott sent someone to collect the guys. You couldn’t let Fred do that alone. You hoped today, maybe all of you could put a dent into the place.
Fred, parked and cut the engine. He took out his flask. And took a swig.
“Fred?” You asked softly.
He took off his shades. “Yes, baby?” He looked grim.
“Are we going to let the others know we’re an item?”
He smirked that killer smirk. “I think Abbott suspects something. Its the only good thing that happened.”
You smiled, he answered with a fleeting one.
“That’s true.”
*****
You followed him to the entrance. Both of you were holding mops and buckets respectively.
Abbott was pulling into the parking lot behind the two of you.
“Are they on their way?” You grimaced.
Abbott nodded. “They’ll be here soon. He will take good care of the guys.” Abbott, slid from his jeep, he grimaced.
Fred nodded. He gestured to the door behind the two of you. “You replaced the door?”
He nodded. And a few other things. But today,” He reached into his jeep. “I am here to help clean.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
Just then, your brother and Sean respectively showed up. Greetings were exchanged.
“Well, let’s get to it.”
*****
Shortly after walking in, you discovered that Abbott and gotten the repairs and more done for Fred. You had never thought that he had it in him.
You took to cleaning the bar itself. Fred and your brother took the floors. They were wrecked. Sean and Abbot gathered the furniture that was worth holding onto. There wasn’t much.
Stopping, you stopped while wiping the bar. It all hurt so much. Putting your rag down, you saw the blood on your hands, most likely Doug’s.
Taking a moment you disappeared into the bathroom. You scrubbed your hands. This was harder then you thought it would be. Leaving the bathroom, you glanced and then disappeared into Fred’s office. Something about being in it, gave you comfort.
Sitting on his desk, you crumpled. Holding your face into your hands you finally cried.
Distantly, you remembered a few nights ago. The guys had been a few drinks in and were loud. They were loud and cheering. It had been Fred’s birthday. Everyone had been so happy.
You barely heard the door creak open. Looking up, it was Fred.
“I’m sorry.” You rubbed your face.
He hushed you. “It’s alright.” As he drew close, you wrapped his arms around you.
“How are you doing?” You mumbled.
“I’ll be alright.” While he held you with one hand he grabbed a bottle he had left there that night. He held it up. “Shall we have a drink to them.”
“Yeah.” Seeing tissues on his desk you grabbed one and dabbed your eyes.
He twisted the cap off and rubbed the mouth of it before pouring a shot for the two of you.
