#*c’mon Perry!*

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

I wonder what goes inside straight people’s heads

[jess-boob]

h*rny fans have completely ruined fandoms and have made it incredibly difficult to navigate the tags for a show or movie without seeing their thousands of thirst posts and sm*t fics for whichever (often white) male character they’re obsessed with. i hate y’all so much.

[cool-hat-bracket]

Seeing all of the Layton support is lowkey getting me interested in checking out the Professor Layton games XD

[mackthecheese]

Phew- I had exactly enough tags to fit the whole song

Only day you can rb this

[urhoneycombwitch]

sweet.

Steve x reader smut, 1.3k

foreword: u know that scene from Euphoria where Elliot makes out with Jules’ hand as if it was her pussy… anyways Steve Harrington take it away!!! 🎤 (dedicated to 🦊 anon thank u for your wisdom)

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Sure, the drinking and the dancing is a good way to pass the time, but you’re partial to the end-of-night rituals you and Steve have settled into over the years. Your personal afterparty usually involves a shitty romcom, occasionally some weed, and always snacks both sweet and salty to soak up the alcohol.

Steve’s parents are out of town again, so the two of you are down in the basement den, passing a joint between fingers sticky with candy film.

From all your years of reading Steve’s body language you can tell he’s pretty high- feet planted on the ground but head lolling against the back of the couch, hands lax at his sides. There’s a dopey grin on his face- practically primed for a shitty joke or annoying comment- and you let the smoke out with a huff, asking on the exhale, “What?”

“You owe me five bucks.” Steve presses the side of his head into the couch, looking at you with red-rimmed eyes, still smiling.

You scoff, leaning in to pass the joint back and swiping a handful of gummy bears from the coffee table while you’re at it. “Since fucking when?”

“Since I bought this from Eddie.” Steve waves the weed for emphasis before taking another hit, smoke curling from his nostrils. “You’re matching me in pace, princess. This joint was ten bucks- ergo, you owe me five.”

You cackle despite yourself- “Ergo? You’ve been watching too many Perry Mason reruns.” You know Steve’s not actually gonna make you pay for the weed, he’s just trying to rile you up, and the fact that it’s not working is getting under his skin.

He shrugs a shoulder, just shy of pouting. “Point still stands.”

“Well, you shoulda let me buy from him. Eddie always gives me discounts. On account of these.” Here, you straighten your spine and gesture to your chest- after all the night’s activity, your boobs are practically spilling out of your bra and t-shirt combo, skin glowing in the muted TV’s light.

Steve blinks, clears his throat, and busies himself by ashing the joint into a spare candy wrapper. “Uh huh. Right. I’ll be sure to remember your tits the next time I’m talking to Munson.”

“At least someone will be thinking of them.” You mean it as a joke, but your voice is a bit too mournful to be taken lightly.

“Ah, and you’ve been picking such winners, recently,” Steve intones, dryly. The pillow launched at his head in your poor attempt to hit him is easily batted away. “C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve been going out with total losers. Aaron Conroy? Jamie Porter? Wouldn’t trust either of those guys to find their own dicks. Let alone your whole… business.”

Steve’s aborted gesture to the general area of your jeans makes you guffaw. “Oh, and you’re the reigning expert on girls’ business?”

“Sure am. King Steve, after all.” Said king juts an overeager thumb into his chest, winces, then gives his hand a little shake.

“Mmhm.” You slide across the couch cushions to take the joint again, knee knocking into Steve’s. “I’m pretty good at it too, y’know.”

Steve stares with wide eyes as you suck smoke into your lungs, blinking owlishly before stuttering- “You- you’re saying you’re pretty good at eating pu- at eating girls out?”

Another cackle looses from your chest along with the smoke, you can’t help it- Steve looks so properly shocked. “No, Steve, obviously I meant sucking dick. Not that I’d be opposed, per se, to a girl’s… business.”

The word drips in irony and Steve scrubs a hand down his face in irritation as you settle against the couch next to him, brushing shoulders as you continue. “Just aren’t enough girls in Hawkins to go for. Who are both out and not my friends,” you amend, before Robin can be dragged into the conversation against her will.

“You wouldn’t go down on a friend?” Steve fidgets a strip of paper Clark Bar wrapper between his fingers, crinkling quietly while he waits for your answer.

The weed has settled in your system now, a haze in your veins as you stub the roach out and leave it on the coffee table. You settle back into the couch, suddenly aware of every point of contact- thigh to thigh, arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder with Steve, who’s seemingly paused his breathing.

“Uhm. Yeah. I’d sleep with a friend,” you say, staring at your lap, empty hands twisting around themselves.

The tension of the moment swells, you can feel it in your chest, even as Steve draws in a breath to muse, “Wonder who’s better at it.”

“Eating girls out?” You look at him to confirm, feeling a pang when you see the lock of chestnut hair that’s flopped from its place to rest against his forehead. “I mean… probably you. Seeing as you’ve got the most experience.”

Steve smiles, lazily, tipping his head in acknowledgement, then says, “I could teach you. If you wanted.”

If Steve feels the way you stiffen in response to his words he doesn’t point it out, instead tossing the wrapper aside in favor of taking your hand into his. “Only if you wanted, though.”

You start nodding before the words can come; a shaky “Okay,” and Steve’s wrapping two warm palms around your right hand, manipulating your fingers into making a fist.

“I like to start with kissing,” he says, voice low, gaze fixed on your combined hands. “Y’know. To work her up, get her wet.”

It’s not even technically dirty talk, but the pitch of Steve’s words make your thighs clench involuntarily, seeking friction. Steve brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the base of your thumb, and your breath hitches.

“And then I… usually…” Steve trails off, and you can see the gears turning in his head at how best to teach. Apparently, he pegs you for a hands-on learner, because instead of words, he dips down to lick a stripe up the flat of your thumb.

Your mouth falls open as Steve licks deftly into the crease made by your thumb and index finger, curling the point of his tongue near the base again, your clit throbbing in response as if he was actually between your legs.

Steve makes out with your hand for what feels like hours, all sense of time warped by the heady weed. His mouth is warm and wet, saliva dripping through to your palm as he holds you in place despite your squirming.

What’s really turning you on is how into this Steve appears to be- his eyes are closed as if to savor the moment, brow pinched with pleasure, little noises from the back of his throat sending vibrations down your arm.

You fight the urge to sink your free hand into those silky brown locks; instead, your nails bite into soft skin as you clench a fist at your side, willing the subtle movement of your hips with each stroke of Steve’s tongue to stay subtle.

There’s an obscene squelching noise filling the otherwise quiet basement, and this seems to spur Steve on, suckling at your sensitive skin, heat coursing through your body as you gasp out, “Steve…”

He pulls off your hand with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting you both, his mouth a glistening half-moon in the low light before he swipes the back of his hand across it. “So. Yeah. Something like that. You taste good, by the way. Sweet.”

You fight with the hinge of your lower jaw to put it back in its place, breathing heavily as you wipe your slick-coated hand against the leg of your jeans. It leaves a wet patch- likely not the only one, if the heartbeat between your legs is any indication. “Probably the gummy bears.”

“Uh huh. You think you’re any better?” Steve’s got that easy grin back on his face, cheeks rosy, lips flushed with color, too.

A quick glance down confirms that he’s hard as a rock, sizeable outline of his cock visible through the denim, betraying the bravado in his stance.

Oh, you’re gonna wreck him.

With an easy grin of your own, you reach for Steve’s hand. “Dunno. Wanna find out?”

[inthe-dark-tonight]

show me where it hurts and i’ll lick it better

rhett abbot x fem!reader

summery: rhett comes over after getting into a fight with his brother, you help to clean him up and make it all better.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: established relationship, mentions of blood/cuts/minor wounds, tending to wounds, smut, unprotected p in v, maybe ooc idk

notes: um… idk what this is i wrote it in literally 4 days. i’m just really down bad for rhett abbott right now & i’ve been listening to ethel cain basically nonstop. this takes place after the fight between rhett & perry in 1x6 (i think) also not beta’d, enjoy :)

You hear a faint knock on the door as you're washing the dishes, glancing at the clock on your kitchen wall as you reach to turn the faucet off. 9:12pm. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you’re just hearing things. Then you hear it again, this time a little louder, and you quickly dry your hands off on the towel hanging next to the dish rack. You walk towards the front door, straightening yourself up as you twist the door handle, slowly pulling it open. There’s only one person that it could be. 

When you open the door he’s looking towards the ground, his large frame slumped over as he uses one hand to lean against the door frame, the other the other toying with the zipper of his jacket, baseball cap hiding his face from you. After a moment he finally looks up, his dark blue eyes meeting yours with a sheepish look. Your heart drops, his cap casting a shadow across half his face, but not enough to hide the damage that’s been done.

“Rhett…” you breathe out as you look over his features. Your eyes widen as you look over the remnants of dried blood from his nose, smeared halfway across his cheek and down his chin, along with the puffy red mark on his cheekbone that will surely turn into a bruise by tomorrow. “What happened?” 

You grab his free hand, pulling him inside and he winces, sucking in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. Your eyes quickly shift to where your hand is holding his, noticing the dried blood that covers his swollen knuckles. 

“Sorry.” You pull your hand away, closing the door behind you as he steps into your apartment. 

“‘S okay.” He quickly grabs your hand again, slightly tugging you closer. “Perry and I….” He sighs, shaking his head. 

There’s been tension between the two brothers recently, whenever you ask Rhett about it he just brushes it off saying it’s nothing, but you know better. You can only imagine what went down between the two as you look him over, noticing now in the dim light of your apartment that his shirt is also stained with blood.

You don’t ask him to explain any further, giving him a knowing look as he squeezes your hand lightly.

“C’mon.” You say softly, walking towards your kitchen as you pull him along behind you, fingers loosely intertwined with his. 

You walk towards the sink in silence, dropping his hand so you can open a drawer full of clean hand towels. As you pull one out, you look back over your shoulder at Rhett. He adjusts his hat, looking at you shyly as you reach to turn the water on and focus back on your task. While the water warms up, you run your hand beneath it making sure it’s at a comfortable temperature before getting the towel wet. 

The sound of running water fills the quiet room, until you hear Rhett’s boots shuffle against the tile floor. You can feel the heat radiating off his body as he stands closely behind you, and your breath catches in your throat. One of his large hands finds your hip pulling you into him, the other lightly rests on your shoulder as he leans down and nuzzles his nose into the side of your neck. He takes a deep breath, squeezing your hip as warmth begins to blossom in your core. When he breathes out, his warm breath tickles you causing goosebumps to form on your skin. Your eyes shut for a moment while you take in a shaky breath before turning around in his arms.

You look up at him, his eyes dark and hooded as he rests his hands on the counter on either side of you. His eyes dart over your face and you watch as his shoulders rise and fall with each breath. There’s a warm feeling that shoots through your chest as you look back at him, towering over you as you lean back against the counter. 

“Let me clean you up.” You whisper between the two of you. 

“M’kay.” He replies, voice raspy and low as he tilts his head slightly to the side. 

You stand up straight, causing him to lean back and move his arm to let you go. He lets out a low grunt as you slide past him and walk towards your living room. When you reach the couch you stop, standing beside the coffee table as you motion for him to sit down. Rhett pauses to take his jacket off, groaning in pain a bit, then glances at you before going to take a seat, letting out a sigh as he settles into the couch. One of his arms is slung over the back of the couch, the other resting on his thigh as he watches you. 

Once you take a seat beside him on the edge of the couch, tucking one leg under yourself, you begin to assess the damage that’s been done. He reaches a hand up to remove his hat so you can get a better look at his face, tossing it beside him and pushing his hair back before resting his hand back on his lap. 

His hand trembles slightly and you reach for it, bringing it closer to your face so you can look at the raw skin on his knuckles before placing the warm washcloth over them. He takes in a sharp breath as you continue lightly pressing the towel over his sore hand. You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes are heavy as he watches you, relaxing back into the couch. 

As you lift the wash cloth off, your eyes focus back on his hand, looking at it again now that it’s cleaned up a bit. There’s two raw spots on his middle and ring finger knuckles, but most of the blood is gone now. You dab over it one more time with the washcloth, then turn his hand side to side to look at the swelling. It’s bad, there’s no denying that, and he’ll definitely have to ice it for a few days if he wants to even think about participating in his tournament next week. 

You rub your thumb gently over his knuckles, bringing his hand up to your mouth so that you can plant a kiss over the warm, tender skin. There’s a slight taste of iron and salt as you plant another kiss, glancing up at him as he adjusts himself, clenching his jaw as he sits up straighter against the back of the couch. He lets out a low groan as you place his hand back on his lap, letting your fingers lightly brush over the fabric of his dark jeans before pulling away. 

“Need to get a closer look at your face.” You say softly. 

“Mmm, yeah.” He mumbles, agreeing with you. 

You swing your leg over so that you’re now situated on his lap, straddling him so you can take a good look. He tilts his head back, looking up at you with a small smirk on his face as you scoot closer. Your free hand brushes his hair back, stopping at the base of his neck to bury your finger in his soft curls and tug lightly. As his eyes flutter shut, he swallows, adam's apple bobbing up and down. You can’t help but let your eyes trail over his neck, fully on display with his head tilted back like this. 

The washcloth in your other hand is still warm as you lift the clean side to his face and gently begin wiping the dried blood from under his nose and mouth. He crinkles his nose and moves his mouth from side to side as you clean him up, one hand still buried in his hair to keep his head still. His hands move to your waist, sliding up under the hem of your shirt. The feeling of his large calloused hands on your soft skin creates another jolt of warmth straight to your core. 

You finish cleaning the blood from his face, leaning back to set the washcloth on the coffee table behind you. “That's better.”

He opens his eyes and your hands run over his broad shoulders while you begin to rearrange yourself on his lap, pressing your hips down into his, lightly grinding against him. He huffs, running his hands up your bare back and pulling you closer. When he leans in closer, going straight towards your neck, you grab his face and gently pull his head back. Rhett stares up at you confused, mouth slightly open as he tilts his head back. 

“Sweetheart….” He breaths out, almost a whine, a plea. 

He looks especially pretty in the warm, dim light of your living room, looking up at you with his dark blue eyes. You bite your lip lightly as you hold back a giggle, caressing his stubbled jaw with the backs of your fingers as he waits for you to say something. 

“Still need to look at this mark near your eye, baby.” You say as you trace your fingertips over the red mark on his cheekbone. 

Rhett shifts in his seat, bucking his hips upwards. You can feel his growing member right beneath your core, straining against his jeans. As you try your best not to smile, you continue checking out his cheek. It’s definitely going to turn into a bruise, but there’s no cut accompanying the swollen bump. His eyes watch yours as you continue to look over his face, rubbing your thumb over the spot and humming.

“Just needs to be iced, probably should ice your hand too.” You’re still focused on his face when his hands travel up your arms, one finding its way to the back of your neck while the other kneads your shoulder. 

Your eyes quickly shift to meet his as he pulls you down towards him, tilting his head further back to meet your lips. A soft hum leaves your lips, eyes falling shut as his soft lips press against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself as close as you can to him. There’s still a slight taste of iron on his lips as you dart your tongue out, deepening the kiss. 

He pulls away for a moment, chest heaving. “I’ll ice it later.” His forehead rests against yours before diving back into the kiss. 

Your hands grasp at his shirt, pulling him back into you as you lift your hips up to try and adjust your position. When your hips meet his again, grinding down into him, you can feel that he’s completely hard now. He lets out a deep moan against your mouth, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. 

Rhett breaks the kiss again and you try to catch your breath as your hands fumble to find the hem of his shirt, running your hands over his skin as you lift it up to reveal his torso. He grabs the back of his shirt, helping you to pull it up over his head before throwing it somewhere on the floor. You can tell he’s in pain from whatever went down with his brother, but it’s not enough to make him stop. 

He rests his hands on your thighs as you pull your shirt over your head, throwing it beside his, and he immediately leans in to kiss along the delicate exposed skin of your chest and neck. You let your eyes fall shut, tilting your head back as he continues pressing his warm lips up and down your neck, tongue darting out on every other kiss. Rhett moves his rough hands up your thighs, over your waist, and wraps them around your back. 

When he finally pulls away from your neck, you focus back on him as he begins pawing at the clasp of your bra, fidgeting with it for a short while until it finally comes undone. He looks up at you, looking into your eyes as he slowly pulls the straps down your arms. The feeling of his fingertips trailing down your skin causes you to shiver, mouth parting slightly as cool air hits your bare breasts. Your bra gets discarded somewhere on the floor along with your shirts and Rhett has his hands on you again before you can even think, cupping your breasts with his large hands. You hold onto his bare shoulders, his eyes glued to you as he gently squeezes the soft skin, thumbs grazing over your sensitive nipples. 

You sigh, bucking your hips forward as your eyes flutter shut, pleasure coursing through your body. When he suddenly removes his warm hands, you groan and open your eyes, brows furrowed as you prepare to question him, but he quickly grabs your waist. 

“Lift up.” He motions for you to lift your hips off of him, reaching towards his belt buckle. 

Once you finally process what he’s doing, you follow his lead and stand up between his legs to quickly remove your jeans along with your underwear, leaving them behind on the floor. Rhett quickly unfastens the button on his jeans, lifting his hips to pull them below his waist as you climb back onto him. As you straddle his waist once again, your hands roam over the skin above his boxers, toying with the waistband. Rhett’s hands are on your waist again, hands sliding over your skin to rest on your ass before squeezing the soft flesh. 

“Look at you, my sweet thing.” His voice is deep and full of lust, fueling your need for him. 

Your hand slips into his boxers, reaching to wrap your hand around him while you pull the fabric the rest of the way down with your other hand. He hisses as you grip the base of his cock, giving it a small squeeze. The sight of him makes you let out a whine, his eyes close as his breathing picks up and you begin to slowly pump your fist. You watch his face, brows slightly knit together as he bites down on his lower lip. 

You swipe your thumb over his leaking tip, spreading the precum around before letting go. Rhett opens his eyes as his dick springs back, letting out a deep groan as he looks up at you, eyes darkening. He squeezes your ass again, pushing you forward slightly so that your swollen clit bumps against the base of him. Your hips jut forward and you let out a gasp from the contact, planting one hand on the back of the couch to brace yourself while the other is buried in his hair. 

“Need you now sweetheart.” His hands roam over your back, pulling you down into a desperate kiss. 

You hum in agreement, hips rocking back and forth on his cock, covering it in your slick as he shudders. Rhett pulls away, a hand caressing the back of your neck as the other fists himself to line up with your hole. Once you lift your hips, he frantically guides himself to your aching core before his tip catches on your entrance. 

A loud moan escapes you, mouth falling open in pleasure as he grabs your hips, holding you there for a moment. Rhett’s eyes are glued to where your bodies meet, slowly guiding you as he watches himself enter you. He lets out a low moan as his cock is nearly fully sheathed inside you.

There’s a slight sting as he stretches you, bottoming out and giving you a moment to adjust. You lean in, kissing him tenderly while you begin to slowly rock your hips back and forth, your clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. Rhett takes a deep breath through his nose, lips still locked on yours as he thrusts his hips up ever so slightly. 

When he pulls away, you’re both breathless. “So tight sweetheart, feels so good.” He huffs. 

You begin to pick up the pace, lifting your hips up and grinding back down. He’s trying to contain himself, making sure that you’re warmed up enough, but his patience is growing thin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you again before he begins thrusting up into you at a quicker pace. 

You cry out, surprised by the sudden change in pace, burying your face into his neck. Rhett lets out a low huff with every thrust up into you, and you let out soft moans into the base of his neck as your climax grows closer. You fist your hand in his hair and he groans, a hand grabbing your cheek to pull your head away from his neck. 

“Look at me baby.” His lips slightly parted, skin shining with a light layer of sweat. 

He keeps his hand on your cheek as you stare back at him, placing your own hand over his. When you feel the rough skin of his knuckles, you remember why he came here in the first place. You quickly glance down where your bodies meet, moving your hips to meet his thrusts now. Rhett lets out a moan as he slams his hips up into yours, hitting a deeper angle now. You pull his hand away from your face and kiss his palm, then his wrist before closing his hand into a fist so you can look over the way his knuckles are already scabbing up. He watches you intently, and you kiss over the sore skin again, tongue flicks out over his warm skin. 

“Fuck, baby.” Rhett grunts, pulling his hand from yours to snake around your back. 

He quickly guides you to change positions, laying you on your back so his large frame is now towering over you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he finds his pace again, slamming his hips into yours as your back arches off the couch. With every thrust you’re seeing stars, the sounds of him grunting and huffing along with the view of him towering over you, hair messy and the warm lighting highlighting his features, you’re suddenly sent over the edge. 

Your orgasm ripples through your body, head pressing back into the couch cushion as you moan loudly, mouth falling open as your eyes squeeze shut. Rhett thrusts into you a few more times as your walls clench around him, soaking his cock as his pace begins to falter. He quickly pulls out, groaning as he releases himself on your stomach and lets his head fall onto your shoulder. 

He squeezes beside you up against the back of the couch as he catches his breath, body falling limp as he relaxes. While he lays there with his head on your shoulder, one arm slung over your chest, you run your hand through his damp hair, the other rubbing up and down his back. You watch him, eyes closed and a content look on his face as you two lay there for another moment, forgetting about earlier and forgetting about what’s to come.

“I’ll grab something to clean you up.” He mumbles against you before lifting himself up on his elbow. 

You both glance down at the mess he made, laughing softly before he leans in to kiss you, hand caressing the side of your face before he moves to get up. 

“Okay, but we really need to ice your hand after.” You give him a concerning look as you prop yourself up on your elbows. 

Rhett turns towards you, buttoning his jeans as he leans down to kiss your forehead. “Okay sweetheart.”

thanks for reading :) <3

[taciturnpoet]

highlights of my partner watching dead poets:

the second neil shows up on screen, he hasn’t even spoken yet: “oh that man is gay”

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“oh i didn’t know robin williams was in this! father figure.”

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neil and todd meeting: “and they were roommates” 👀

*proceeds to make a kissy noises for the next five minutes whenever anderperry were on screen together*

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charlie introduces himself: “oh, well, that wasn’t straight.”

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mr. perry pulls the “you know how much this means to your mother” card: “oh fuck you, you’re one of those guys.”

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every scene with knox: *cringing* “oh king. no.”

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meeks and pitts dancing: “oh c’mon now that’s gay. they’re about to kiss.”

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neil talking about joining the play: “oh he’s going to get his ass beat. he’s going to die.”

(note: he had no idea neil was legitimately going to die, he just knew this was my favorite movie and ethan hawke was in it lol)

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desk set scene, sad for todd: “this poor guy. poor little meow meow. he deserves better.”

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he spent the entire movie after the play looking between me and the screen because i was crying

[bravo4iscool]

Could you maybe make a comfort one with Simon or Soap please? Like the reader has trauma and gets triggered by something and has a panic attack? If not that's okay! You don't have to! <33

but what if i did both👀? hehehehehehehe

this is an amazing idea! since you didn‘t mention if reader is civilian or military i‘ll go with military… but technically this could also be civilian lol

all i know about ptsd i know because one of the main characters of my favourite series (ray perry from seal team) struggled with ptsd after he was taken hostage. i’m in no way a expert about this whole topic or anything else…

reader‘s call sign is „venom“. and for the love of god idk how to imitate a scottish accent, so please don’t hate me cuz i didn‘t do it🧍🏼

btw IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG! i’m in my final 10 weeks of school and it’s so stressful😭😭

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

john „soap“ mactavish

soap didn‘t know that something was off. he suspected something—maybe—but he wasn‘t 100% sure. so, when you start to disassociate, your pupils dilating he at first wasn‘t sure how to act.

„ey, ey!“ he nudges your shoulder, a visible frown on his face. „venom? venom, hey!“ you don’t answer, your gaze darting around the room.

he waits another second, wondering if you’ll answer but then it clicks and he knows what’s going on. you’re having a ptsd period.

he carefully stepped away from you and looks around. he needs to find out what exactly triggered you. “i’m gonna step away for a second, okay?” he tells you, taking one step after the other.

your head twitches but you don’t answer, only stumble back a little bit. soap wasn‘t unfamiliar with ptsd, ghost suffered from it too, but he didn‘t know you had to fight it. you‘ve always acted to strong and put together, so what was your trigger?

„soap?“ your weak, rasp voice calls out for him and immediately he’s beside you again, his hand reaching out for you. „soap, don‘t go,“ you plead, your hands shaking when you grasp him, your knuckles white and your grip bruising. you choke out a, „don‘t leave me.“ and he promises he won‘t.

„i‘m here,“ he assures you, carefully and gently removing your hands from his arms and placing them around his waist so he can properly hug you. „i won‘t leave; ever.“

you sink into the hug, your hands crunching up his shirt with your grip. you were save, no? you were safe…

you weren’t…there. you were here; with soap. he was holding you, keeping you sane. you didn’t need to worry about anything.

he’d keep you safe.

simon “ghost” riley

the moment simon realizes you’re having another ptsd episode he’s beside you, his hand hovering over your cheek.

“stay w’me, venom,” he murmurs, his gaze searching for yours. “c’mon… stay w’me.”

when you make no sign to move he slowly exogenous his hand so it fully cups your cheek and he pulls you close.

your hands slightly tremble and you look at him with blown eyes. your breath is staggered and you feel this familiar yet unwanted rustling in your ears. you want it to stop.

“take deep breaths love,” simon instructs you as he cradles you hand in his to hold it against his chest. “j’st like i do.”

tears start to gather in your eyes while you try to focus on simon but your thoughts were screaming at you, dragging you down that hole you didn’t want to drown in.

“y’doin’ amazing,” he whispers in a gentle voice, his other hand pulling your heard against his chest with careful hands. “j’st like that. perfect.”

you let out a couple of chocked hiccups as you try to relax against simon’s body, doing all the tasks therapy taught you.

“‘m sorry,” you swallow in a voice rough from crying.

“no, none of that,” simon frowns. “y’doin’ exactly what y’were taught.” his one hand tightens over your that’s laying on his chest, his other he buries in your hair. with a careful movement he places his chin on top of your head.

“d’nt ever apologize f’havin’ problems,” he tells you in a quiet voice, his hold on you tightening.

he’d never let you go.

[liamsyux]

ANDERPERRY ONE SHOT bc i’m going crazy (it’s bad and cringe BUT IT’S A MODERN HIGHSCHOOL AU CMON)

(also english isn’t my first language and i didn’t even try to write that good)

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the first time todd anderson saw neil perry was on the first day of school. he arrived early and when he entered the classroom and right away sat on the desk near the window, he noticed a certain brown-haired guy. the guy had a smile that could light up an entire room and his eyes were simply filled with the purest joy ever. todd found himself staring at the guy, and when their eyes met, todd felt like he was being teleported to another planet. he flushed and suddenly looked down not caring whether the guy was still staring at him or not.

he found out later the guy’s name was neil perry.

weeks passing todd was crushing more and more on the brown haired guy; he was smart, cute, funny and well-cultured. the only problem was that they never actually spoke to each other. and that was, todd was sure of it, because neil didn’t actually seemed to enjoy todd presence in the class.

when their eyes met he always looked away first (strange thing to say when the other guy is todd fucking shy anderson), when todd rarely spoke up in class he seemed to didn’t care at all about what he was saying (also strange because he always cared about what their other classmates had to say) and every time todd started a absolute necessary conversation, he was always trying to get away as soon as possible.

so, for todd anderson, that wednesday was the weirdest day in his life.

the morning was pretty fine actually; he took notes, he listened, he did everything regular. and so, as every other day, when the bell rang, he took his time to pack his stuff away and saw all his other classmates rushing out of the door. all, except one. neil fucking perry. now the only possibilities that came up in todd’s mind where all concerning him being in the wrong and perry having something to say.

what he did not in fact expect was to see a flushed neil with in his hands god knows what, walking towards him.

“erhm todd?”

todd felt his face heat up. neil never called him, let alone called him by his first name.

kinda scared and anxious todd tried to say something normal, without sounding weird.

“yes?”

his voice was low and he felt very insicure. what the hell was going on.

“s-sorry for bothering you, i know you probably would have preferred being alone and pack away your stuff but t-there’s something i-i gotta tell you”

neil kept walking towards todd’s desk as he spoke leaving todd wide eyed, he never seen and heard neil talking and approaching someone with that little confidence.

“n-no don’t worry about that” he said actually sounding very confident.

todd thought neil didn’t like him at all or at least did not like him enough to be friends with him (ne was friends either basically everyone); so the things neil said to him in that empty classroom left him astonished.

“listen i’m sorry if this sounds weird or i don’t know creepy but” he looked up directly into todd’s eyes “i-i really like and i’d feel really honored if you would want to maybe get a coffee with me sometimes! he-here’s my number if you maybe want to text me your answer, or you could just ignore everything don’t worry” and neil left on todd desk a piece of paper, with in fact a cellphone number written on it.

todd was completely astonished. he looked at neil with wide eyes and mouth open.

“i’m sorry, w-what?” he said. it’s not like he didn’t hear him c’mon, neil was basically screaming, he just did not understand.

“shit sorry don’t worry about it i’ll just leave” neil whispered already making his way out.

“i-i thought you didn’t like me” todd said, his voice almost a whisper.

“what?”

“like you befriended everyone in the class except me a-and you never listen when i say something to the teacher o-or you always look away when our eyes randomy mert; i-i just thought you didn’t think i was nice” todd almost shouted.

“WHAT?”

neil ran right away to todd’s desk resting his hands on it.

“i-i’ve liked you since the first day, shit i’m sorry i made you feel like-like i hated you or something”

todd looked at neil like the words he just said were gold falling from the sky. neil looked at him and the kept staring at each other for a while.

“actually i’ve wanted to get some coffee with you since the first day, neil. i like you too” todd revealed with a soft smile.

now was neil turn to be completely in disbelief. seeing todd smiling though made him chukle and smile.

“oh yeah?”

[trailblazethegalaxy]

9:24 AM ~ *Gepard Landau*

Summary: You're trying to train with Gepard but he can't seem to focus. Little do you know he's harboring a massive secret from you...

Pairing: Gepard Landau X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Drabble

Word Count: 797

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

“And that’s six wins for me this morning.” You stated apathetically to the Silverman Captain still on the ground. “C’mon Captain. It’s like you’re not even trying.”

Gepard sighed before taking your proffered hand. “I am trying, actually.”

“That’s even scarier.” You sighed and shook your head. “You’re supposed to perry instead of thrust and dodge instead of attack. You’re getting everything mixed up! I don't understand how. You're one of the best swordsmen on the Silvermane Guards.”

“It’s not my fault.” He muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You shook your head. “I’d tell you to go again, but we’ve been going at this for hours. Shall we take a ten minute break before trying again?”

He nodded and you saluted him, with a professional click of your boots. Gepard sighed and walked off to clear his head in some capacity. When he was out of your sight, he smacked his cheeks. He couldn't believe he was getting this sloppy in front of you. Sure, the sword wasn't his main weapon of choice, but it was as you said, he was one of the better swordsmen in the guard. He should be far better than he was acting right now. Although it really wasn't that much of a shock in hindsight. Not only were you his second-in-command, Gepard also had a massive crush on you.

Ever since you joined the Silvermane Guards, you’ve been training alongside him. Whether it be weight-lifting in the gym, going out for lunch between training sessions, or sparring, the two of you were always together. At first he thought of you as just a friend. But as time went on, his feelings for you only grew. And they grew so much, apparently, that  it caught the eye of his sister. Serval pointed out to him one time while he was getting his shield repaired that he seemed to have taken a liking to you. Though Gepard tried to deny it, since then, he couldn’t seem to focus when he was around you, no matter what the two of you were doing. 

And now, he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

But what was he to do? Come right out and confess to your face? No, he couldn’t. It wouldn’t be proper. Besides, you deserved a much more romantic confession. Preferably from someone who wasn't your superior.

No, what he needed to do was nip this little crush in the bud. He had to end his attachment to you, even if it hurt his feelings in the process. He had seen too much loss and heartache in his life. He didn’t want to lose you. But sometimes you had to break a few eggs to make an omelet, or something like that…

When his ten minute break was up, Gepard returned to the training grounds. He was surprised to see you had changed into just a leather tunic and leggings instead of your armor. You were currently sharpening your sword, a light sheen of sweat on your brow. When you looked up at him and smiled, it made his heart skip a beat.

“Hi Gep.”

“Hi…" He coughed into his hand and looked away. "Um, aren’t we supposed to continue training?”

“We were.” You say slowly before sheathing your sword. “But I noticed there was something bothering you while we were training earlier. Whatever is on your mind, that's what’s messing you up. So we’re going to tackle the underlying issue until everything is all sorted out, and then we'll get back to training.”

He shook his head vigorously. “No, I don’t think we need to.”

“I think we do.”

“No, please-”

“Gep…”

“I would really rather not talk about my feelings to you!”

While your eyes widened, Gepard froze. 

He felt pale and his stomach churned with fear and embarrassment, making him want to throw up right then and there. But he luckily kept his lunch from spilling. In his mind he was screaming at himself. 

This was not happening. 

This was not happening!

THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING!

And yet, you didn’t look angry or sad about what he said to you. If anything, you looked surprised. However, he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Oh, is that all?”

“Um, pardon?" He mumbled out, completely confused. "What do you mean "is that all."?"

You shrugged. “Honestly, looking back on our interactions, it all makes sense, doesn't it? Really, I’m surprised I didn’t pick up on it sooner. Ah well, nothing to be done about the past now.”

“Y/n?”

Walking over to him, you take his face in your hands and pull him close to you. It felt like his cheeks were on fire. But he didn’t move.

“Gep?”

“Yes?”

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

[jungle-angel]

Little One of Mine (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Adopting Amy was the best decision the two of you ever made

Tagging: @lt-bradshaw​ My friend I hope you don’t mind if I did a little sequel piece to that little drabble you did the other night, I’m just paying it forward (lol). 

You felt a set of strong arms coiling around you as you scrubbed away the last of the grime on the dinner plates and a little bit of stubble tickling your jaw. “How goes Momma?” that deep, familiar voice purred. 

“Tired as ever Rhett,” you chuckled. 

You felt his warm lips on your cheek and the familiar smell of hay and horses radiating off of Rhett’s warm body. You had never felt so safe or so at ease with anyone but him. You were glad that you had said yes to Rhett those four long years ago. 

All of a sudden, you heard an eruption of screechy little giggles coming from the living room along with a snort and a low woof. Rhett broke away from you for the moment to see what was up, wandering into the living room to find Diesel near Amy’s playpen and the eight month old giggling like crazy. 

“You teasin the dog?” Rhett half laughed as he scooped her right up. “Huh? You teasin Diesel, sweet girl?” 

Amy squeaked before she pressed her wet little mouth against Rhett’s jaw, drawing a laugh out of him. He still couldn’t believe that you and him were now Amy’s parents. He thought for sure that Perry would put up such a fight that he’d keep her, but much to your surprise, the courts saw the evidence and knew he was unfit to take care of Amy. The actual fight between him and Rhett after the whole thing had been settled? You were terrified out of your mind at the shouting, the breaking of glass and the obscenities Rhett had hurled at Perry, that you were surprised Sheriff Joy hadn’t been called. 

“Aaaw, she likes you,” you cooed. 

Rhett laughed again as he tickled Amy, the eight month old wrapping her tiny little fingers around Rhett’s bigger one. 

“Here, you can give her to me,” you said. “I’ll give her a bath tonight.” 

“You sure?” Rhett asked you. 

“You did it last night, so now it’s my turn.” 

He carefully handed Amy off to you before you retreated upstairs to give her a bath. Rhett let Diesel out into the yard to do his business, the yard still completely covered in snow and the pasture fences poking about halfway up from beneath. As soon as he had done his business, Rhett let him back in and locked the door for the night. 

“Lie down,” Rhett commanded, snapping his fingers. 

Diesel laid right down on his bed without hesitation as Rhett loaded the woodstove and lit it for the night. God he he hated March and how the days dragged on, the winter blues setting in earlier than usual. Yet with the winter blues had come immense relief. He had called Royal earlier in the day to gripe and had found out that Perry still hadn’t shown his face after the fight two weeks before. Rhett could’ve cared less. The less he had to deal with Perry, the better. 

“Oh Daddy,” you chirped as you came down the stairs. “Your little princess missed you.” 

“And Daddy missed his little princess,” Rhett added, taking Amy from you and kissing her soft little cheeks. “C’mon baby. It’s bedtime for you.” 

Rhett brought her right upstairs to the nursery that you two had put together for when Amy had at last become yours. You had to give Royal and Rhett serious credit for building the crib when she was first born, taking it with you as soon as you had finished building your own house. 

Rhett seated himself in the creaky old rocker, drawing the quilt Cecelia had made, over him and Amy as her little head came to rest on Rhett’s chest. He loved the fact that you and Cecelia had both worked together on it, the little patches all stitched with little patches that had characters from the Peter Rabbit stories all over them. 

“Oh my bug, ya’ll are tired aren’t you?” he cooed as Amy’s half lidded little eyes began to slowly close. “You’ve had a long day, huh? Buggin Momma the way you do?”

Amy yawned before she finally fell asleep and Rhett carefully placed her in her crib, tucking her in and covering her with the quilt before placing a kiss on her little head. “Night night princess,” he whispered before shutting off the light, her quiet little snores being the only sound in the room. 

“She asleep?” you asked when you caught Rhett in the hallway.

“She’ll sleep till morning,” Rhett whispered. “Ma said she’d come and get her in the morning.” 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed your husband, a little shiver running through your body. “You ok Darlin?” Rhett asked. “You’re shivering.” 

“I wanna show you something,” you said. 

You pulled Rhett into your shared bedroom and handed him something small and square. When he tore off the silver paper that held it in, his eyes grew huge. “I.......you........are you......?” 

You nodded, the tears starting to form in your eyes. 

A quiet little “oh” escaped Rhett’s throat as he stared at the framed sonogram picture and in complete disbelief. You two had been trying since you had gotten married to have a child and now your efforts had finally paid off. 

“Oh.....oh baby.....” Rhett sobbed as he drew you into his arms. “I can’t believe this. Are you really?” 

“Yes, Rhett, I am,” you told him, the tears starting to flow from your own eyes. “Your Ma took me to the doctor last week and she said I was.” 

Something akin to a sob and a laugh escaped Rhett’s throat, overwhelmed with joy that you two were finally going to have a child of your own. “Can I?” he croaked. 

You laughed a little as you lay on your back, moving your shirt up so that your abdomen was exposed. You felt Rhett’s warm cheeks pressing against your skin and the sandpapery feeling of his stubble tickling you a little.

“Hi baby,” he murmured. “Your Momma and I can’t wait to meet you. And your big sister too. She’s still little but I know she’ll love you. We both already love you.” 

And you knew that all three of you would. 

[writingdumpster]

our family

pairing: Rhett Abbott x reader

warnings: language, suggestive dialogue

summary: You go to meet the Abbott’s but walk in to find that Perry already disapproves.

word count: 1.2k

You were having dinner with Rhett’s family. You’d met them at his last rodeo, but hadn’t spoken to them long. Rhett always wanted to get you home as quickly as possible after his rides. You were excited to have the opportunity to get to know them all better. You’d been dating Rhett for a few months and had barely ever seen them. When Rhett invited you over he told you to come in through the backdoor. The whole family was always too loud to hear the door knock as he explained. He didn’t lie about that.

You walked into the Abbott’s house to hear yelling from the living room. You nervously approached. When you recognized Rhett’s voice you abandoned your nerves. He was clearly upset. You wanted to make sure he was alright.

“…You’re wasting your time with her!” Perry yelled.

“You shut your fucking mouth! You don’t know a goddamn thing about her!” Rhett bellowed back.

“She’s just some whore you picked up at the bar and now you’re bringing her into our home!” Perry continued. Cecilia noticed you from the corner of the room.

“Perry!” She scolded, trying to stop his ramblings. Perry’s eyes fell on you as you appeared in the doorway. His mouth closed tightly. Rhett noticed that Perry’s eyes were focusing on something behind him and he turned to see you standing in the doorway.

“Hi,” you said quietly. Rhett’s eyes fell soft upon seeing you. He could see the tears welling in your eyes and he knew you well enough to know that your expression was the one you put on to keep yourself from falling apart.

“C’mon, baby,” Rhett called as he crossed the room to meet you. He took your hand, lacing his fingers between yours. “We’re leaving.” You didn’t say anything as he led you back out of the house. He took your keys from you and climbed into your truck after helping you into the passenger seat. He pulled away from his house and grabbed your hand immediately.

“I’m so sorry, darlin,” Rhett started apologizing at once. “You didn’t deserve to hear that.” You weren’t sure what to say. You didn’t know what you had done to make Perry think so lowly of you.

“Why does he think that, Rhett?” You asked quietly. Rhett looked away from the road to see that tears were now falling from your eyes. He pushed harder on the gas. He wanted to get you back home as quickly as he could so he could give you the comfort you needed.

“I don’t know, honey,” Rhett sighed. “I really don’t know.” You sniffled. He squeezed your hand.

“Do your parents think that too?” You asked in a whisper.

“They didn’t say anything about you,” he told you.

“But do they think that?” You pushed.

“No,” he assured you. “My dad wouldn’t judge you without really talking to you first. And my mom already likes you. Likes how good you are for me.”

Rhett pulled into the driveway of the trailer you had on the edge of town. It wasn’t much, but you could live alone and that was enough for you. You climbed out of your truck and he unlocked your door for you, following you in as held the door open. Rhett closed it behind him and put your keys on the hook on your wall while you pried off your boots. He watched in silence as you quietly moved back to your bedroom, taking off your dress to put on pajamas. You weren’t in the mood to be seen by anyone but him.

“Are you hungry?” Rhett asked from your doorway, watching you as you took off your jewelry and makeup. He didn’t know what to say to make you feel better. He was angry at Perry himself.

“Lost my appetite,” you said quietly. Rhett sighed.

“I’m sorry, darlin,” Rhett apologized again. “You never have to see him again if you don’t want to.”

“That’s not what I want,” you told Rhett as you sat down on the edge of your bed. “I want to be a part of your family.”

“Oh, honey, you already are,” Rhett assured you. He quickly moved to sit beside you, pulling your head into his neck. “You’re my family now. You and me, that’s all I need.” His voice was soft and his accent sweet. It comforted you despite the pain you were feeling. You started sniffling anyway.

“Your life is on that ranch, Rhett. I need them to like me,” you said.

“No, you don’t. My mom likes you, she’s the only one whose opinion counts in the family,” Rhett said. He was gently stroking your hair as you leaned into his body. He could feel your tears against his neck.

“Your dad’s opinion matters too,” you said. “You know that.” Rhett kissed your forehead.

“I also know he’d love you,” he said. “You’re sweet and funny and strong,” he continued. “Perry’s the only one that’s not on board.”

“I want him to like me too though,” you whimpered.

“It doesn’t matter to me if my brother likes you, darlin. I love you. That’s enough for me.”

“I want your family to like me though, Rhett. I don’t want our family to be separate from theirs,” you said. Rhett sighed lightly. He scooted further up the bed so he could pull you to straddle his lap, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Honey, I don’t even care if he’s at our wedding. I—” Rhett stopped himself once he realized what he’d said. His body tensed. You smiled against Rhett’s neck.

“I want your whole family at our wedding,” you said. Rhett’s body relaxed. He turned to press a kiss to the side of your head. You carried on the conversation as if the two of you hadn’t just admitted how incredibly dedicated to one another you were.

“If that’s what you want then I’ll make it happen. If I have to tie Perry’s jaw shut while you walk down the aisle I will,” Rhett promised you. You giggled lightly. “There’s that laugh,” he cooed. You pulled your head from his neck. There were still some tear streams on your cheeks, but you had a small smile on your face. Rhett leaned forward and gave you a short peck. He wiped the tear streams off your cheeks.

“Want me to cook for you?” You asked.

“You hungry now, darlin?” Rhett asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “You cheered me up.” He smiled softly.

“Good,” he said. “That’s all I ever wanna do.”

“That’s all, cowboy?” You asked. Rhett chuckled.

“That’s all, cowgirl,” he told you.

“Too bad. I was hoping to get lucky tonight,” you said. “Guess I’ll have to go back to the bar and have someone else pick me up.” Rhett wrapped his arms around you, flipping you so you were pinned beneath him. He started kissing your neck before growling in your ear.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

[itsmariejanel]

62. Halloween, final pt previous [.beginning.] next >

transcript under the cut 

on this post we have Rhys and Taissa from @leafrue ; amethyst and helios by @literalite ; gio by @moodnamars ; perry by @homophobictrait ; casper by @castawavy ; and many many others in the background!! MWAH THANK U ALL for coming in this 33 sims journey with me AHAHAH

Makoto and Rhys - [ singing ] put me in design, and they put me in the dark ; keep my legacy alive like a rockstar Amethyst - [ singing ] and what the hell were weeeee? tell me we weren’t just friends- C’MON SING WITH ME GEMMA!!!  Gemma - omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg (...) [ thinking ] I’m so in love with her, what the hell do I do- I’ll just say it, right? fuckfuckfuckfuckkkffffuuuuu-  Amethyst - GEMMAAAAAAAAA Amethyst - Gemma, gemms hi. What’s wro- Gemma - I’m in love with you...  Amethyst - [ chuckles ] I can’t hear you silly! Gemma - I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!! Evanora - So, you’ll come, right? Jace - Hm hm.  Evanora - I talked with your momma as well and she’ll come! Jace - Hm hm. Evanora - [ chuckles ] Bestie, are you listening to me? Jace - Hm?

[thewhoreinthian]

C’mon Archivist, won’t you shake a poor sinner’s hand?

First fanart of the iconic Jude Perry 👌

[disco-girl]

Huddling for warmth 👀

From this list of prompts/tropes

Anon I hope you see this, thanks for the ask and sorry it took so long :p

The boys were in the middle of a heated racing game on the orb when the power suddenly went out.

“Fuck! Just when I was winning,” Matt whined, throwing his controller down.

Gus got up to fiddle with the lights. “You weren’t even winning,”

Matt was spending the night at Gus’ house but shortly after he’d arrived it started snowing and now they were in the middle of a full-blown snow storm. Perry had called a little while earlier to let them know that he might have to spend the night in town if it didn’t clear up. The storm was affecting the flow of magic and snow was blocking the roads.

“Ugh, no luck, we’ll have to go get my dad’s candles downstairs, c’mon.”

“Too scared to go alone huh?” Matt teased.

“If you wanna stay here in the dark by yourself go ahead.” Gus smirked as the older witch scrambled up to follow him.

They felt their way downstairs slowly, Matt clutching the back of Gus’ shirt as he stumbled around, arms outstretched. Somehow, after searching through several drawers, they managed to find the candles and matches. Gus lit three of them and set them down on the living room table. They sat down on the couch and looked at each other, their faces only partly illuminated by the candlelight.

“Now what?” Matt asked.

“I guess we wait for the power to come back on.”

Gus noticed that Matt was shivering. It had been getting progressively colder inside since the storm had started and now it seemed like the wind from outside had penetrated the walls. He took the small throw blanket from the couch and handed it to the older witch.

“Here.”

Matt stared at the blanket like it was going to bite him.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“I’ll be fine,” Gus responded as Matt wrapped the blanket around himself. And he really was fine for a few minutes. But then the cold seemed to settle into his bones and he could actually hear his teeth chattering. He was beginning to regret his decision when he felt something warm press against him.

“Idiot,” Matt mumbled as he draped the blanket over both of them. It was still warm. Gus scowled but he didn’t move away. He had to admit that he was much more comfortable under the blanket. Together. He pulled his knees up to his chest. The heat radiating from his friend felt like it was drawing him in closer. Or maybe it was Matt himself who was moving closer. Gus was finally bold enough to sneak a glance at the other boy who was staring straight ahead. Alright, maybe he was imagining things. But then the older witch snaked an arm around his back, tentatively resting his hand on Gus’ side.

“What? It’s cold,” Matt said when Gus shot him a questioning look.

Gus sighed and leaned against him. “Yeah, it is.”

[sarahsmi13s]

Family Legacy

whumptober day 10: bullied

pairing: rhett abbott x sister!reader

characters: rhett abbott, y/n abbott, cecilia abbott, royal abbott, amy abbott

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, murder, mention death, blood, bullying (verbal and physical), toxic family dynamics, violence and descriptions of violence, bruises, emotional and physical exhaustion, rumors, mentions of hospital, mentions of arrests and trials, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~2.8k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

i am so so sorry i got this up late, please forgive me

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: in small towns where everyone knows everyone and everything, it's hard to escape the actions of your relatives

You’d always heard about the families of murderers being shunned and outcasted for the actions of one person, but you never thought that it would ever happen to you.

One reason being that you never thought someone in your family would kill someone. 

Another being the fact that when Perry murdered Trevor, Rhett went to the hospital in the hopes of not being too late. But Trevor was DOA and both of your brothers were arrested, Rhett getting released because he was in fact innocent except for a few punches, but he wasn’t present during the fatal blow.

It was one person… and Perry was convicted, your family never condoned his actions.

But that changed nothing apparently…

Kids at school avoided you, even your friends shied away from you and started slowly leaving. You got looks in the hall, groups whispered, everyone tried to avoid making you angry. 

It hurt. It hurt a lot to see people you were so close to turn on you like that. For something you had no part in. 

But you learned to live with the stares and the whispers, just choosing to ignore them as best you can.

And you were managing just fine until the stares turned into cornering and the whispers turned to shouts and punches. 

You don’t know what you did wrong and you didn’t know if you could go to anyone because even the staff was careful around you. 

So, you just had to deal with it.

Rhett looked up as he heard the door open. He checked the time, 6:30, you were supposed to be home hours ago.

You walked past the kitchen, arm cradling your ribs as you turned to go upstairs to your room.

“Um, ‘scuse me, what are you doin’?” Rhett asked, walking toward you. You stopped on the bottom of the steps, turning to look at him, “Goin’ to my room, what does it look like?” You were tired, you knew you were late and that you had chores to do but you could some of them this weekend.

Rhett narrowed his eyes. You had been coming in later than normal recently, but today was the latest. He was worried. You started looking tired and more tired everyday, staying in your room more often than not and he ended up doing your chores for the day.

He crossed his arms and leaned on the railing, “What is up with you lately?” You looked down at the steps before closing your eyes and huffing before looking up at him, “Nothing, school’s been kickin’ my ass, so just leave me alone okay?” 

You huffed and walked up the stairs, mumbling to yourself, “Not like you fuckin’ care anyway…” “The fuck did you say?” “Nothing! Nothing, just I have homework. I’ll be in my room.” 

You didn’t give Rhett time to respond before you went up the stairs.

On your way to your room you pass Amy’s. You stop dead in your tracks when you catch what sounds like crying coming from her room. 

Frowning, you dipped into your room to drop your bag off before going to Amy’s room.

You knocked lightly on her door, “Ames? Amy, honey, what’s wrong?”

When she doesn’t respond you open the door and find her on her bed curled up in the corner. “Amy, sweetheart…” You sat down on her bed. “What's wrong?” She sniffled and shook her head, “Nothin’...” “Amy… c’mon it’s me, your Aunt Y/N, you can tell me anything, promise.” 

She sniffles and lifts her head to rest her chin on her knees. “The other kids are being mean at school…” Your heart shattered, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry…” “They say all these mean things about Daddy and that I’m gonna be just like him…” Tears lined her blue eyes again.

You felt tears sting your own eyes, realizing that Amy was going through what you were, kids of any age where mean but 9 year olds were mean to your face. “My friends don’t want to come over anymore, they barely play with me…”

“I’m so sorry baby, that’s not very nice of them. You know what they say about you isn’t true right? You are Amy Abbott, you are who you are because it is who you choose to be. A sweet, loving, caring, and hilarious little girl, don’t forget smart. You aren’t who they say you are.”

You gently wiped her tears with your thumb, “Does that make sense?”

She nodded before tackling you in a hug and burying her head in your shoulder. The force flared up the pain in your ribs, but you bit back the cry.

You held her like that as she cried still, falling asleep on your shoulder. You hated that she had to go through this because of her father’s actions. She didn’t deserve it… 

Not that you deserved it either, but you could handle it.

You sighed as you walked in the door, you managed to make it home on time and physically unscathed today.

“Look at that, you’re home on time,” Royal said from the kitchen. “Whatever boy you meet after school have something to do?” You exhaled slowly and looked at your dad, “I don’t meet a boy after school Dad. I’m usually in the library or I stop at the store on the way home.” “Mhmm, okay.” 

You huffed and rolled your eyes, before going upstairs. 

“Hey! Rhett and I are gonna need your help when he gets back with the hay.” You nodded, “Yes sir, just let me know when that is, I'm gonna get started on homework.” “Alright.” 

You went upstairs and tossed your bag in your desk chair and curled up on your bed. 

You were emotionally exhausted from the day of constant looks and whispers, you got the occasional shove, flaring up your rib pain from earlier in the week. You still got the occasional, “be careful around Abbott, she might break your windpipe” thrown around when you walked by. 

All you wanted to do was curl up, go to sleep and then wake up just for everything to be normal again.

Rhett walked in the door, dusting his jacket off as he looked for your dad. “Hey, truck’s in the hay barn.” Royal nodded at his son and stood up, “Go get your sister, she’s doin’ homework in her room. We need her for this, we’ll get it done faster if it’s three of us.”

The younger Abbott blinked, “Um, shouldn’t she be focusin’ on school work? We can do it just fine on our own.” “And it’ll take until sundown, since Perry ain’t here we need her. Go get her and meet me outside,” Royal’s tone left no room for argument as he left for the hay barn.

Rhett sighed and looked at his mother, “Don’t you agree with me, Ma?” She shrugged as got ingredients for dinner out, “I think you both are makin’ good points. Y/N does need to make sure she’s not fallin’ behind but doin a whole trailer by yourselves is gonna take the rest of the afternoon. I’m sure Y/N’ll be jus’ fine.”

He exhaled through his nose before turning and going up the stairs.

Walking down the hall, he got to your room and knocked before waiting on a response. “Y/N, it’s Rhett, ya decent?” When he didn’t hear anything, he figured you were listening to music or something. 

He opened the door slowly to give you plenty of time to react, but by the time the door was half-way open and he didn’t get a response, he just opened it the rest of the way.

“Hey, Y/N, Dad and I-” he stopped short when he saw you laying on the bed. 

He sighed a little and went over to you, “Hey, Dad and I need your help with the hay.” He rubbed your arm hoping to wake you that way, but when you didn’t move he shoved at your back, “C’mon, the sooner we st-”

“Ow, fuck!” 

You cried out, the pain waking you up, “What the hell man?” Rhett backed up, hands in the air in defense, “I didn’t do anythin’!” You sat up with a wince, “Yeah, you fuckin’ punched me in the back!” “No, I didn’t, I was tryin’ to wake you up. Dad told me you were doin’ homework.” 

His blue eyes scanned over you, taking in the tears lining your eyes and your breathing was calculated. “Are you okay?” 

You nodded before standing up, “C’mon let’s go.” 

Rhett stood with you and watched you hold your torso as you walked out of your room.

Something was up with you and he needed to figure out why you were lying to him.

Rhett looked at you as you sat across from him at the table. He noticed you grimacing and gritting your teeth as you slung bales of hay out of the trailer. And now you sat here at the table, poking at your food and shifting in your seat to get comfy.

He looked at his parents and neither seemed to look at you or notice that you were different.

“May I be excused?” 

Your voice, all though quiet, cut through the silent kitchen.

You had only plated what you thought you could handle, that way you didn’t waste what was on your plate. You weren’t hungry, the pain and exhaustion had zapped your appetite. 

Your parents glanced at you and then at your plate, “Put your plate and cup in the sink. Did you finish your homework earlier?” You shook your head, “No, but I only have a little bit left. I can finish it after my shower.” “Alright, go on.” You stood up with a nod and did as you were told. 

You gave Cecilia a quick hug and thanked her for dinner before making your way upstairs to shower.

Rhett watched you the whole way before sighing and turning back to his family. “Have y’all noticed anythin’ off about her?” Your parents shared a look and shrugged a little. 

“I mean, other than her comin’ home late, I ain’t noticed much,” Royal said with a shrug. He didn’t pay much attention to begin with so that wasn’t all that surprising. Rhett looked at your mom, “What about you?” She shrugged as well, “I mean yeah, what your father said. She’s comin’ home later and maybe she seems a little tired but nothin’ concernin’.” 

Rhett nodded, rolling his lip with his teeth, “Alright, jus’ wonderin’...”

The next day goes by fairly quickly, Saturdays are usually light during rodeo season. So by 5 you’re done and getting ready to go to the arena.

You hummed as you plucked a t-shirt out a drawer and turned to the mirror. 

As you raised your arms, you caught sight of the bruises on your ribcage. They were healing, green and yellow on the outside, red, blue, and purple on the inside. You sighed and just pulled your shirt down the rest of the way. 

Throwing on a hoodie, you grabbed your keys and left to the arena.

After his ride. Rhett went over to the fence to talk to your parents and Amy before heading home. 

“Hey, where’s Y/N?” He asked, immediately noticing your absence in the small group. Your parents glanced around before shrugging, “She drove herself here. Probably went home after your ride.” Rhett shifted his a little bit before nodding. 

He thought that was weird, normally you’d stay and give him a big hug with a huge smile on your face. But he couldn’t be too suspicious, maybe you had some last minute stuff you needed to get done for school.

“Yeah, she left after your ride Uncle Rhett. But I think she was sad when she left,” Amy said, having watched you leave while wiping tears from your face. 

“Why do you think that?” 

Amy shrugged, “She was upset, I could hear her snifflin’ but after your ride she left pretty fast. I think it had something to do the people sittin’ behind us, they were sayin’ stuff but I couldn’t hear because they were whispering.” Rhett just nodded, clenching his jaw a little bit as his chest puffed with an inhale.

Well, that explains why you had been so different lately.

Rhett had tried to talk to you that night but you were asleep and you avoided him like the plague on Sunday.

On Monday he had done his work with you on his mind and hoped that you were okay. That it wasn’t as bad as he was thinking and that you were capable of handling yourself.

But when sundown came and you weren’t home, Rhett was leaving to go find you.

You groaned as you got out of your truck. Your body was sore and your face was throbbing.

“Fuck, tomorrow’s gonna be awful,” you grumbled as you walked into the dark house. 

Your phone had died so you had no idea if your family had been looking for you or trying to contact you. You were late, so late. 

You tried to get in your truck before you got caught, but you weren’t fast enough. This ass kicking was the worst. You were punched and kicked, pushed around. You got thrown into the bed of your own truck when they were done as words were thrown at you. Your ears had been ringing at that point so you couldn’t hear them.

When you regained consciousness, you got in your driver’s seat and went to the hospital, you knew better than to go all the way home and have no one even care.

Sighing, you opened the fridge and took out a beer. Everyone was asleep, it didn’t matter.

You cracked it open on the side of the table and sat down with a wince before sipping it.

You got halfway through it before Rhett stormed in.

“Where the hell have you been?” He asked immediately as he walked into the kitchen. “You were supposed to be home hours ago! I went out looking for you, where the fuck where you?”

You kept your head down, “Rhett, please don’t yell…” Your head was still pounding and your face hurt, his volume just made it worse. “I was drivin’ around. My phone died.” 

He stood next to you but you didn’t look at him. He took the bottle from your hands and poured it out before tossing the bottle, “Why didn’t you come home?” You shrugged, eyes fixated on your lap. “Answer me.” 

“Because I didn’t want to…” You mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Why not?” 

You huffed and finally looked up, “This. This is why, Rhett.” You watched his eyes widen as he took in the busted lip and bruises on your face. “What the fuck happened? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”

You shook your head, “No, but some ice would be nice.” He nodded and went to the freezer, grabbing a towel and putting ice in it.

He handed it to you and sat down, “Now what happened?” “Asshole kids at school…” you said, defeated. There was no point in hiding it anymore. “Ever since Perry’s arrest and trial it’s just been shit… friends leaving me, people whispering, and then it turned physical…”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Rhett asked quietly, honestly hurt that you didn’t come to him about this. “We were all dealing with it… Ma and Dad are just kinda going through the motions right now, this can’t be easy for them either. Amy has no parents and kids were picking on her at school too. My problem just seemed smaller than that…”

Rhett shook his head, “It’s not…” You just shrugged and rested your head on your arms on the table. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t’ve gone to the hospital… you wouldn’t-” You sat back up, shaking your head, “No Rhett… you did the right thing. Please don’t blame yourself for this, it’s not your fault.” “It kinda is…” You reached over to grab his hand. “It’s not. I don’t blame you, don’t blame yourself.” 

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay..” “Okay?” “Yeah, I got it,” he said with a small laugh, making you smile a little. “I love you kid…” “I love you too, Rhett.” 

You both shared a gentle hug, Rhett apologizing when you wince a little.

“You need to go to Joy about this Y/N…” You swallowed nervously but nodded, “Will you go with me?” “Of course I will.” You hugged him again before pulling back.

“I’m not supposed to look at screens for a few days, but can we go listen to a movie in the living room while I ice my face?” 

He nodded and helped you stand, “Yeah, let’s go.” You smile and make a fresh pack in a zip-loc before going to the living room and snuggling on the couch with your brother.

It wasn’t going to be fixed in a day, but you felt better knowing that you had a confidant in Rhett and that he would be there for you whenever you called him.

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