#both my guys are pissy tonight

[puckinghischier]

NICO IN THE BOX???

NICO CHRIPING THROUGH THE BOX??

NICO CALLING A CAPS PLAYER A BITCH (i think?)

[c0kitty]

NOW PLAYING ... NOBODY KNOWS ft. spider-women!ellie x reader

“…BUT NOBODY KNOWS MY LITTLE SECRET.”

(⭑) summary: r/reddit, when’s the best time to tell your girlfriend of three months, (who you are so desperately in love with) you are that "crazy" vigilante on the news, fighting crime in a spider-suit, and that you now shoot fucking webs out of your wrist. (⭑) content: wc 1.2k+ nerd!ellie. confessions. making out. comfort. spider-man!ellie. established relationship. suggestive. insecure!ellie. HEAVILY inspired from the roof-top scene in tasm bcs im obsessed. cursing.

you guys find yourself on the roof-top of dina’s-friend’s apartment, for a random party, celebrating god-knows what. it's slightly chilly, you stand next to ellie with her oversized jacket on you; despite ellie telling you numerous times it was going to be cold, she was not one to refuse you.

ellie wished she had her camera right now; outside’s a pretty scene with the many buildings scattered, the sky, gradually transitioning into yellow and pink hues, night unfolding, and you, looked so pretty by her side. 

the city below though remains bustling with constant movement, and ellie's mind is no different. because today was going to be the day —

ellie’s hazel-green eyes shift towards you, observing your soft expression, her heart ached with uncertainty as she wondered if you would hate her — hate her for lying, hate her for not being normal, hate her for having so much baggage. hate her for being spider-women. 

“you think dina and jesse are shagging?” you ask, randomly, breaking the comfortable silence. your hands moves to the railing, casually pushing yourself backwards on it.

“saw dina sneakin’ out at 1 am, like she was a teenager. so, yeah, definitely.” 

also due to ellie’s super-senses, she had heard so many “private,” conversations with him and dina she wished to unhear.

you nod your head, turning your attention towards ellie. “so, why do you seem so te—”

“i need to say something,” 

you guys both interrupt each other, it elicits a small giggle from you. “okay... is this about before? is that the reason you’ve been so pissy tonight?” 

you were hinting about earlier. when someone had hit on you, even with you being on ellie's lap, her arms even wrapped at your waist. it irritated the hell out of ellie, leaving her to characteristically run her mouth at em'. 

you almost had to drag her away to stop the growing commotion.

ellie sports a slight pout at her pink-lips. “it’s not my fault men can’t get fucking context clues, it’s a wonder they survive. and i haven’t been “pissy” i—” you raise your eyebrows in response, conveying a silent ‘you sure?’ ellie stops talking, only rolling her eyes.

“okay, whatever, maybe i was but, it's not about that,” ellie wasn’t sure how to start this conversation without sounding crazy or scaring you.

“...i was bitten,” ellie says, bushy brows slightly furrowing.

your head tilts, “that’s a little ominous.” ellie rethinks; maybe that wasn’t a good way to start.

“nevermind. you know, when i was sick. that whole two weeks, couple months back.” you nod your head, “yeah, you said you were sick. projectile vomit and shit. couldn’t lift a finger because it was so bad.” damn, ellie forgot she said all that.

“yeah, um sorry. i lied about that.” before you could say anything, lips pulled into a frown, ellie blurts: “i’m spider-man,” finally with a breath. you’re staring at her, but she can’t decipher your expression. unconsciously, ellie bites at her bottom lip.

silence fills the moment, and ellie finds it unbearable; suddenly, in just a second, your face relaxes. “oh, wait. you’re fucking with me. els thought you were serious for a second.”

ellie was regretting playing pranks on you so much, “i’m not fucking with you,” ellie’s arm cross, unconsciously flexing in the process, but you only a grow smile on your lips, like this was some ongoing joke. “jesus, stop smiling — it’s not a joke y/n,”

“i’ve known you all my life ellie — i think i would know if you were fighting crimes with iron-man,” you ignore her, releasing the bar. “wait just w—”

“lets go els, please. it’s getting cold and i’m tired,” you say, making your move toward the door; but in a quick reaction, ellie’s translucent webs shoots out her wrist, spinning you around til’ you're close, her hands, now holding at your waist.

you’re staring at her, eyes widened comically, and your mouth parted, seemingly trying to process what just happened. ellie's attention was drawn to something else though; light in the distance, drunken footsteps heading their way. 

“you just fucking — shot webs out your hands, ellie! you’re sp—” 

ellie didn’t have much time to think it through, because as soon as the drunkards stumble in, ellie's lips, soft and sweet, press into yours.  “..shh,” ellie whispers, faint to your lips — trying to calm you down.

a small gasp leaves your mouth. but after a second, hearing the commotion behind you; you get the message, relaxing yourself into the kiss.

ellie's kisses are usually greedy, but tender, her hands would rummage your body confidently, possessively pulling you in. but this kiss, its … different. it’s tentative, hesitant, like she was afraid to push.

at that, you try to make her feel comfortable with a subtle touch beneath her loose black-shirt. your lips, coated in strawberry gloss, glides seamlessly over hers, giving her a little push; and it works.

ellie tongue pushes in hastily, its smooth tracing from your lips to your tongue. her moppy-brown hair tickling your chin as she eases in the kiss, embracing the subtle buzzing in her chest. 

you hear the people leave, and it’s silent now, besides the busy cars. “ellie… t–” 

“one more second,” she grumbles, you wanted to keep going, but you still had a lot to say — questions cycling. so you pull away, with a gentle smack of the lips.

she lets out a small groan in response; her cheeks dusted in pink and round eyes flutter open, looking at you in a wistful gaze.

“so… you’re spider-man. well, spider-woman,” you finally say, exhaling. ellie’s eyes shift to the floor. her hands drop from you, and instead, runs through her hair anxiously. “yeah. i know it’s fucked up, and weird. i should’ve told you, warned you, but i—”

you interrupt her depressive rambles, “no, ellie i mean it’s cool, you’re cool. it’s just, fuck.” you take a breath, throwing your hands up. “i was just surprised because you’re, like, nerdy and cute, and then … spiderman, you know?”

ellie’s eyes lifted to meet yours, “relieved” couldn’t fully capture how she felt, but all she could managed to say was: “oh, okay. that’s great, yeah.”

a silence falls between you two in response to ellie’s awkwardness, exchanging glances; both of you burst into a fit of giggles.

“i feel like i should feel offended though, ‘nerdy?’” you playfully nudge at her feet, “you know what i mean. passionate about space, introverted, so obsessed with your grades. it’s like a text-book definition,” ellie couldn’t really deny that, so she just playful rolls her eyes instead.

“...but you know what’s crazy, i had a small tiny crush on spider–man, well you, before we officially dated.” 

ellie’s lips curve into a smile, “so now you get the best of both worlds, huh.” ellie comes closer to you, hands finding their place to your body. "i bet you dreamed of both of us fighting over you, hm?”  

in the quietness that follows, your eyes drift away from ellie, intentionally avoiding her gaze. ellie could tell there was more story to your silence, “wait — did you have a wet dream about spider-man and m—” she begins, but you swiftly cover her mouth.

“...shut it,” you say beyond flustered, which only intensifies ellie's curiosity.

[agentmarvel]

Can we have headcanons of fem!reader wife x 141 guys and how they each handle her leaving for girl’s night out in a really skimpy dress?

I think they’d all have hilarious reactions.😂

Omg yesssss

NSFW under the cut

MDNI - 18+

♡ Price:

Oh lord, that man is NOT letting you out of the house.

"Where ya think you're going in that?"

gets a little pissy when you remind him you have one girls night a month, and you have every right to wear whatever you want

"Doesn't mean you have the right to show anyone else what's mine, love."

will physically block the door with his whole body, knowing you won't be able to move him unless he allows it

he isn't mad - no, quite the opposite! it's taking every ounce of his self-restraint not to rip that damn thing in half and have his way with you right there on the foyer floor

"John, move. I don't want to be late!" - "Shame... You should've thought about that before you put on something you know damn well I can't resist."

he thinks it's cute when you argue with him, but you both know this ends up with your front pressed up against the door, panties pulled to the side, and his cock buried to the hilt inside you

after he cums, he pulls your panties back into place and gives you a harsh swat on the ass, not caring that your make up is a little smudged or that your legs are jello while he's giving you that smug look he wears so well

"Enjoy your night out, Mrs. Price. Hurry home."

♡ Gaz:

he's on you before you even walk out of the bathroom after you finish your hair

wraps his arms around your waist, puts his chin on your shoulder, tells you how pretty you look

"This dress new? Haven't seen it on the floor before."

ohhhhh, he is so down bad for you, even after as long as you've been together

makes it a point to grab a quick selfie bc he knows it's a solid confidence booster, and he wants you to feel as beautiful as you look

it doesn't really cross his mind that anyone would try anything on you - you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and he knows who you'll come home to; he knows who's bed you'll be in tonight, who's name you'll be calling in the dark

he even helps you pick the right shoes, even though you know he picks his favorite pair in hopes of seeing you in just those when you get home

ever the gentleman, he walks you out to your car, reminds you to drive safe, call him if you have too much to drink, etc.

he does, however, make it a point to send you some downright raunchy texts and a photo of his more... physical reaction, just in case you needed some motivation to come home a little early

when you get home (early), he's still riled up; he's too impatient to wait for you to make it upstairs, much less to unzip your dress for you, so you end up riding him on the landing until he's too tongue-tied to keep telling you how hot you look

♡ Soap:

you're not making it out of the house. Period.

the SECOND Johnny lays eyes on you, it's over

he's grabby as hell, digging his fingers into any part of you that he can - squeezing your ass, your hips, your thighs, tits, tummy, anything - while he navigates you to the nearest surface

"Yer so fuckin' pretty, baby. Never seen something so fuckin' perfect in my god damn life."

it doesn't matter if you end up on the couch, the kitchen counter, in the back yard; he's eating your pussy like a death row prisoner's last meal until you're crying, trying to wrench his head away with the hair tangled in your fist

he has your dress bunched up around your waist, straps pulled down so he can play with your nipples, but uses the whole garment as leverage while he fucks you stupid

you should've known better than to put a t-bone in front of a starving dog and expect it not to bite

"Go ahead, bonnie; text your little friends, tell them you're not gonna make it, yeah?"

♡ Ghost:

"'course, love. Have fun, be careful, call me if you need a ride."

Simon isn't too worried initially; he knows there isn't going to be a single soul in that bar willing or able to face his wrath should anything untoward happen. but then he actually sees what you're wearing, and all bets are off

that's why he follows you, he tells himself, it has nothing to do with the insatiable urge to destroy your ability to walk tomorrow

nothing trumps your safety, in terms of his priorities. he's simply here to look out for his wife, right?

wrong. he spends the next hour and a half watching you from a darkened corner of the bar while his palms itch with a need to touch

opportunity knocks when you excuse yourself from the table, and he follows you into the restroom, slipping in before you have a chance to lock the door

you're not surprised to see him (duh, you know him better than just about anyone), but you are surprised to find yourself bent over the sink, looking Simon in the eye through his reflection. he's fucking you mercilessly, spewing absolute filth while he pulls your head back by your hair

"My perfect little whore, hmm? Waltzing around in that tiny dress, wearing my fuckin' ring, rubbin' it in everyone's faces that you only open those pretty legs for me."

he wants to cum on your face, but you pout about the possibility of it getting in your eye, or worse, on your dress, so he settles for letting you swallow it instead

his impulses return not much longer after you return to your table; instead, he texts you that he's ready to head out, and you are all too quick to oblige

[cod-dump]

If Price retired he would open his curtains one morning and see Soap (Captain MacTavish now) with his face plastered on the window sobbing.

Soap: How did you do it?! How did you control us?!  How do I get Ghost to stop stabbing walls when he loses something? How do I make Gaz stop hiding my journals? HOW DO I GET ROACH OUT OF THE VENTILATION DUCTS?! Price, sipping his coffee: Not my problem. *closes curtains* Soap: Wait I didn’t ask how to get Ghost to stop sneaking into your house and planting glitter bombs! Price: Glitter bo- Graves, from somewhere else in the house: YOUR CHILDREN ARE DEAD JOHN Nikolai: *ugly laughing in another room as Graves scream-swears*

Retirement was supposed to be peaceful.

He was supposed to settled down with Nik and Graves, work on his property, and do retirement related hobbies. Price doesn’t even know any hobbies he could start because he didn’t think he would get this! But Soap keeps calling him. He’s handling the promotion worse than how Price is handling retirement.

He asks two dozen questions each time he calls, each call almost always ending with him near crying and asking Price to come back just for a day to show him how to do things. He’s even showed up a couple times at Price’s property, unannounced and almost getting taken out by a either very surprised Nik or by Graves who shoots first and asks questions later when it comes to strangers showing up at his property in the middle of the night. Soap’s lucky he’s still alive!

Tonight, something is moving downstairs. Nik heard it first and soon all three men were out of bed and ready to take out whoever was in their home… then they heard Soap’s hushed voice and the three groaned in unison.

“John, get your man out of here before I shoot him!”

Graves doesn’t make threats, so Price assured his husbands he would deal with it before heading downstairs. He made his presence known, turning on the light with a sigh before looking for Soap. Oh, he’s hiding now. Great.

“Johnny, get your ass out here.”

Soap slowly raised from behind the couch, looking sheepish. Price just stared at him before looking at the clock. Way too fucking early for whatever this was.

“Johnny-“

“I wasn’t trying to wake you guys! I just wanted to get them and leave!”

Price felt his heart drop, “What?”

“Uh-“

“Who is here, Soap!?”

Price almost lost his fucking mind when he saw Ghost and Roach in the kitchen. Roach was stealing food while Ghost looked to be rigging something up in the pantry. Both froze when they saw Price and Soap in the doorway.

“Hey, cap! And captain… Heh,” Roach was putting food back into the fridge as Price stared at him.

Soap just stormed over to Ghost, “What the fuck is this!?”

“A… gift.”

“Take it back, I don’t want it,” Price muttered while continuing to stare at Roach. He wasn’t letting this shit take any of their food, Nik would lose it.

Ghost grumbled and started carefully removing wires and a box from the pantry. Price didn’t want to know what it was, he just wanted it out of his house and away from his husbands. They were both already pissy about Soap’s constant pestering, he didn’t want to know how they would react to whatever shit Ghost was planning.

“I’m going to get a restraining order on all three of you, I fucking swear.”

“Hey, what about Gaz?”

“GAZ ISN’T HERE!”

“Uh, yes he is! He’s in the car!”

Price had to take a breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed himself to not beat any of his former team’s ass.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Yes, captain.”

So much for retirement.

[coolprettyleo]

maybe i will finally learn my lesson? - begin again au ☆

wc: 1.2k

tw: sad, angst, rejection, talks about sex. no actual smut tho. borderline alcoholic tbh

ryan leonard x hughes sister au!

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frankie fell back onto her bed with a soft thud as she tried to catch her breath. she looked at the boy beside her with a hopeful look hoping to gosh he would stay the night and cuddle her. she just needed some form of reassurance.

he never ever wanted to stay over though.

“i gotta go, the guys are going out tonight” he says as he gets out the bed acting like he was talking to some stranger. what frankie didn't realize was that they basically were.

“do you have to leave?” she says in a sad voice kneeling on the bed. she hated how he never wanted to stay and talk. was that so much for a girl to ask for these days?

“frankie, im all spent for right now, but i mean if im feeling it later on, i'll stop by”

is he fucking serious.

it had honestly been a while since frankie had felt that much rage. he really did only think of her as a fuck buddy.

she knew what she was getting herself into, when she agreed on their little agreement, but in the movies it always ends with the guys falling in love with you. right?

“oh my gosh. just leave. like actually” she said getting back in bed and turning her back to him. which left him dumbfounded. why would she be mad he had to leave?

“did i do something?” he asked confused as he finished putting his cloths on.

no answer.

that pissed drew off. she had no reason to be all pissy with him.

“are you mad because im going out with the boys? why would that bother you? were not anything, frankie. im allowed to go out” he said. still starring at her back.

“oh don’t worry. you’ve made that very clear to me drew” she says, her voice wavering due to the fact she just felt so foolish.

“whatever, you’re annoying me. talk to me when ur done being crazy” he said walking out and slamming her door in a fit of rage.

to say frankie took it totally fine would be dishonest. she sobbed in a fetal position all night. while blasting foolish one by taylor swift.

that woman really does have a song for every situation.

she had honestly never felt so alone.

of course she’s not actually alone; she just refuses to go to anyone and burden them with her problems. it’s not like she can call her parents and her brothers due to the fact she can’t lie to them. she knew they were going to ask something like 'how'd practice go?' and whatnot so she's been forwarding their calls since Wednesday when she quit the team.

she could also call her friends. or her ex teammates. did she even have friends?

she was alone.

___

she sits in her room finishing up and assignment when she felt like doing something. usually she would get drunk and go from there, but no. if the last week has taught her anything; it's that she's becoming a new person. and the new person wouldn't black out after every minor convenience.

so in the spur of the moment, she decided she was going to rearrange her room! which is what lead her to where she was right now; outside the freshman hockey house.

while moving her bed from one side to another, she found drews hoodie. so being the mature, new, amazing person she claimed to be... she decided to give him back his hoodie, as a form of ceasing the deal. this is a supposed to be a step forward is it three steps back?

frankie walked up the front steps and as she lifted her fist to knock she halts, when she hears multiple voices coming from inside. not wanting to end her and drews situationship in front of his teammates; to save them both the embarrassment. she quickly trashes her plan and decided to just head home.

but when she heard her name is when she decided against that.

"frankie?" she hears drew ask.

"yes dude. its actually so obvious she wants you after what your saying she did yesterday"

he told them about the argument?

well she couldn't really get mad, if frankie had best friends she would of probably told them too.

"well i dont want her like that and she knows that"

frankie felt her heart crack.

i mean she told herself he didn't like her back, but hearing him say it, is a whole different level of pain for someone who just oh so hoped to joke about their situationship one day over coffee as he watched the morning news while their kids got ready for school.

foolish one, frankie hughes.

"no way your gonna reject her, she's so hot. what the hell is there not to like" one of his stupid teammates said.

"I mean she's the nicest and one of the hottest girls I've ever got with dont get me wrong, but some of the shit she says makes me question if she's being for real or not" drew said not knowing the match he was lighting.

"I think I know what your talking about, is it when she said she thought denver was in texas?" one of his other teammates chimed in.

"bro yes. that actually left me speechless" he says. frankie felt like burning the house down at this point.

"she's lucky she's got hockey" another voice said.

"had'

the hoodie she had in her hands slipped through her fingers. just like the heart drew held. the heart he never wanted to hold.

she backed away from the door, never wanting to slash anyones tires more. she wanted to commit arson. the way they were talking about her, made her want to throw up.

she can take the fact he didn't like her back. thats okay. if he didn't feel the butterflies she felt it wasn't no one fault. but mine.

but the fact he stood their and called her stupid? who the fuck even knows geography like that? she felt so many emotions run through her veins and the one overcoming the rest was the one that held the power over her tears.

"frankie?" oh my god. no. why the hell did I not run home?

she turned her head to see ryan leonard standing there. one of drews friends. someone she had considered to be her friend. but if the rest talk about her like that, him, will, and gabe probably do too.

"you didn't see me here, ryan" she said as she covered her face trying to push past him.

"wha- hey! what's wrong? who did this?" he said grabbing her wrist and seeing her crying eyes. he knew who did it. he just needed to hear a confirmation before he went inside and beat his ass.

"nothing. let me go" she said wiping her tears.

"im not letting you leave here alone hughes, i know how you get when your this sad. I dont want to wake up tomorrow and hear that you got hit by a damn bus for gosh sake"

one thing ryan hated was when she would drink her feelings away because that meant she was going to be reckless. she honestly is reckless.

"well then do you want to come?"

I got tired so im done writing but I wanted to post this! also ! I have no hate towards drew, its all going to add up in the future when I start the other aus I have planned but for now drew is like anyone else and he's learning and growing. so bear with me!

[funtheysaid]

IWTV 2x02 Initial Thoughts (Stream Of Consciousness)

- ooh the title card changed! I’ve been wanting to see the Eiffel Tower as a “fang” since season two was announced. WE IN PARIS BABY!

- ayooo three-way (interview) incoming

- Daniel’s “Paris sucks” aka “Paris is where my ex-bf is from and he sucks (dick), but not mine anymore, and no, I’m not bitter abt that, his city just fucking stinks (literally)”

- not two minutes in and Devil’s Minion is already flirting bickering

- ALICE MENTION alice!armand truthers are gon love that shit i just know

- “I’ll tell you what a woman is” That’s my sapphic-coded queen!!! 🕯️ pls S2 give me claudeleine 🕯️

- “Gauche” well, yes.

- Loumand: 🥰🥰 Daniel: 🙄 he‘s so second-hand embarrassed for them I can’t

- I mean, it’s crazy. What? We finish each other’s- I WAS WITH HIM FOR LONGER THAN LESTAT WAS WITH HIM WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN DANIEL PUT IT ON RECORD WEVE BEEN FUCKING FOR LIKE DOUBLE THE TIME …that’s what i…was….gonna say?

- Louis would be that faux-intellectual hipster who has his own darkroom full of overexposed and blurry, unfocused photos that are his “art” bc he took them on film (affectionate)

- Not claudia calling him out on it in the next scene “let me think I’m deeper than I am” okay honey you do you

- “She’s miserable but she doesn’t want to fuck with your too delusional left bank dilettante vibes” ahh the narrative foils are foiling, I see

- The show: Alice was pregnant, My dumb ass: OMEGAVERSE DEVILS MINION !?!?

- “joyfully joyless” MOOD.

- Claudia looking at Madeleine like “I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her” Dw babe it’s a rite of passage for all of us you’ll figure it out

- “Your French is ugly” 🥹👉👈 weally?

- “the dress for my body” LOOK I know what she meant, but I can’t help it that my mind is perverted

- LMFAO NOT GLORYHOLE PARK

- okay why Loumand playing with my heart “I will never harm you. And I never have” wtf wtf wtf

-Oh no the ole business card trick! we all know that’s Louis’ kryptonite he loves a man with credentials

- i like girls, but why is santiago kinda…

- Woah the Annika scene was really hard to watch which I think was the point but goddamn idk if I’ll be able to rewatch that part

- Estelle is my self-insert. I’m claiming her.

- “You both fucked Lestat!?!” HOW DID THEY KNOW WE WANTED HIM TO SAY THAT!?

- “He tasted of vermouth and annihilation” We both know you have no earthly idea what that man tastes like, Armand. Be so fucking fr right now.

- Did Armand just casually drop that he had a threesome with a father and son? I’m sorry, sir????

- “Now I know what two blood fat cocks slapping hands feel like” When I tell you my spirit left my body

- oh shit here we go. I’m a caged animal and it’s time for my weekly enrichment. give me my loustat.

- there’s a letter !?!? Wait wait I wasn’t ready for something like this wait stop stop please

- “all my love belongs to you. you are its keeper” just take me out back and shoot me at this point

- “it is a thin veil” fucking fuck why was that so romantic??

- the blood tears welling up in Lestat’s eyes I’m-

- “Rebound of my life” and in that moment, he spoke for the people

- WHAT IS HAPPENING???? Jesus Christ, they were talking about Alice and then it cuts to FUCKING ARMAND!?! This is not a drill. Everyone to your stations, this is not a drill.

- “You sold your Dad’s playboy magazines at recess” Hmmm? You’re telling me a “straight” teenage boy sold porno mags instead of keeping them for himself??? Yeah, I call gay on that one

- “she wanted to say yes” you motherfuckers.

- Oh shit Louis is pissy tonight rawr kitty got claws

- Devils minion girlies are thriving, skin glowing, hair silky, breath minty, pillow cold, stomach full, dreams sweet, and by Jove, we fucking deserve it !!!!

- daniel’s shaky “um- gulp” …….guys this is gonna sound crazy but i think there might actually be a god

- ooh the camera/photography being like a divide or barrier between Louis and his present situation. Like he wants to capture the moments, but only as if an onlooker and not a participant… interesting!

- “Who?” will never not be funny

- “Mon ami” in the same episode as “Mon Cher” FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW

- “Armand for you” nah nah nah i changed my mind, you can do like Leatherface and shove that chainsaw in rough and hard

- Close up on Louis’ conflicted face, fire blazing behind him…. That’s not foreboding in any way. I’m sure they’ll all live happily ever after from now on :D

What a ride! Until next week! 🧛‍♂️🩸

[pedge-stuff]

HC: like if u are dating Pedro he is protective af in public. like the man is so sweet and wholesome but i like to think that if you ever get “harassed” in public or someone tried to record you,bother you, say he can do better than you to you or him he will like get sooo mad. He would barely be able to keep it together idk and like say things that would be unimaginable for normal pedro. (idk like just imagining him yelling or being like pissy and talking back to paparazzi or smothing is just whhwiwjwbwjwowiw to me) but its like sweet af, because it shows how much he cares about you. and that u are everything to him and whateverrrrr 🥺

idea ig idk

hm i will be back !!!! 😌 with more hc!! because this man had taken over me heh 😞

-thankful anon again as always still greatful for marked universe, m/gn content and the new fluffy fic that included oscar and the edibles ooohhhh so cute i melted !!!!!

I love where your head is at. Veered left with this one, hope it went vaguely where you were hoping. Thank you for the rec! :) Come back anytime. piss yellow range rover (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked.” apparently no one comments on this app anymore but they are my favorite so please drop a line!!

tw: gay slur in the middle. trans character, trans writer.

summary: baby's first homophobia

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You’re surprised it took so long, really. 

A full month after Pedro’s Tonight Show interview goes viral. After his SNL debut, the following week he spends holed up recovering, his begrudging return to LA for Mando press, and your reunion in the LAX Arrivals driveway two weeks later. Four full weeks— long enough that it no longer gripped teeth into the front of your mind. 

Long enough that your guard was down. 

Until, of course, some asshole decided he needed to be tastefully homophobic before his morning cup of coffee. 

You were midway through your LA morning routine: parting with Pedro in the parking lot of the strip mall that housed his personal trainer, and timing your long run around the surrounding area with the duration of his session, such that you were back to pick up a 2-drink mobile order at Starbucks by the time he emerged.

Your very normal, palatable oat latte was balanced atop his stomach-turning 6 black espresso shots, as you watched Pedro round the corner through the window. 

Sweat is beading at his temple, but he is all smiles as he trades you a kiss for his plastic cup.

It still feels like a novelty. Neither of you are usually PDA people, but the sudden lack of secrecy has brought on a second wave of the honeymoon phase. You can just do things like this, now— kiss in Starbucks or hold hands at restaurants or be seen grocery shopping together. You don’t have to take separate Ubers to the same place on date nights. 

The sun is shining, your iced latte was made right, your workout is over. There is a whole day in front of you, and a handsome man beside you. A man who holds the Starbucks door for both you and the woman pushing a stroller inside— but only reaches for your hand after. 

Things are actually really, really good. 

Until you step off the curb: 

“That is not the way. Fuckin’ fags.” 

Crazy how quickly some guy sipping a green goddamn smoothie can ruin your peace. Two guys, actually, snickering to each other as they unlock their car. 

Beside you, Pedro goes incredibly still. He drops your hand. 

“What did you just say?” 

His friend, chewing on his straw, grins as your stomach turns. A shit-eating grin. “At least it’s kinda straight, right? Dude’s got a pussy.” 

They erupt into laughter.  

White noise buzzes in your ear; your cheeks flush. “Come on.” 

You break away, towards the car, but his feet are rooted to the ground. “Pedro. Come on.” 

They are still laughing as they duck behind the tinted windows of a piss yellow Land Rover. Laughing as they close the door. 

Laughing as five and a half shots of espresso splatter across their black-tinted windshield, streaking in brown rivulets down the yellow hood. 

Pedro turns, finally, and stalks quickly across the lot. You have to jog to keep up. Behind you, the assholes are yelling profanities, but you don’t hear a car door open. Cowards. 

The moment he settles into the drivers seat, Pedro pounds a fist on the dashboard. Hard. His fingers curl into a tight grip around the steering wheel, which he clutches like a lifeline as he draws in a handful of ragged breaths. 

You can only watch from the passenger seat. Try and ignore the fact that he won’t look at you as he starts the engine and peels out of the lot. 

The drive to the Hills is dead silent. Even the radio can read the room. 

Silence acts as a breeding ground for your racing thoughts, which multiply like hatching mosquitos. Your ears are still ringing. Buzzing. 

It’s your fault— this is a fact. This was his biggest fear, wasn’t it? The backlash? This didn’t happen before he came out. (Before you forced him to come out, though he swears that wasn’t the case. You’d just finally, maybe begun to believe it, after a month. Or not.)

This happened to you, sure. Less so in New York, or LA. It’s almost funny, that you apparently stumbled across two of the only straight people in LA this morning.  Shitty people live everywhere. 

You’d both disabled the comments section of your instagram for a few days, but by and large, the feedback had been overwhelmingly positive. Until today. It’s different hearing it face-to-face. 

Pedro is halfway into the house before you realize you’re home. Slowly unbuckling, you debate leaving the iced latte in the cupholder; the thought of it turns your stomach. 

As you greet the dogs by the door, a distracted ‘hello,’ you watch him slip out to the condo balcony. He is clutching a pack of Spirits in a clenched fist. 

What are you supposed to do? There is nothing you can do, besides apologize. You pace between the kitchen and living room, chewing on your cuticles, eyes closed. The sweat from your run has now cooled uncomfortably on your skin. An apology won’t be enough, but you don’t have a solution. You can’t take it back. He can’t come un-out. 

The balcony door slides open, and Pedro is still silent as he shuffles to the kitchen. He pours a glass of water— out of habit, you assume. Though you never mind, he always washes the taste of tobacco away, after he smokes. Refuses to kiss you until after he’s cleansed his mouth, lest he leave any trace of stale smoke on your lips. 

Before you can really register, he has crossed into the living room, and pressed his lips to your own. 

He kisses you softly, and then moves to your forehead, eyebrow, temple, along your jaw. Doesn’t go as far as your neck, which he knows you are sensitive to— these kisses are not foreplay. They’re too light, too quiet. Your eyes flutter closed. 

Pedro’s chin hooks over the top of your head. His arms wrap around your shoulders. Your cheek presses against the base of his neck. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, before weakly clearing his throat.  “I don’t know why I did that. I don’t know what came over me.” 

“Why are you sorry?” You pick your head up. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry? You… handled that so well, querido. I lost my shit. I have never gotten physical like that before, I don’t know what came over me. I’m not violent. They were just… they can’t say that. It’s not right.” 

It is your turn to reach up, place a kiss on the angle of his jaw. “You are not violent. You did not lose your shit.” 

“It was a perfectly good coffee,” he pouts. 

“We can get another,” you placate, “but I can’t get another you. People are always gonna say shit. It’s kinda nice to have something so good, it makes people mad.” 

Pedro chuckles, weakly. “Yeah. I guess.” 

“If it’s easier to lay off for a bit, though—“ 

“Lay off?” His brow furrows. 

You rub a hand up and down his arm, lightly. “The PDA, doing public stuff, I dunno. I don’t want you to—“ 

“Are you joking?” You are given a look of sheer disbelief. “Jesus, no. Isn’t that what they want? You want them to win?” 

“It’s not a competition, Pedge. I want you to be safe, and comfortable.” 

“Fuck that!” His exclamation is loud enough to startle Edgar, whose collar jingles as he jumps grumpily off the couch. “I love you. We went through too much shit, to not be able to hold your hand outside a fucking Starbucks.” 

Pedro’s hair is a little tousled, cheeks a little flushed. He’s maybe never looked more attractive to you. 

“Okay?” 

You exhale. “Of course.” 

There is a pause, as the morning settles back around you. The sun is still shining, your workouts are still behind you. Plenty of time in the day to walk to a different Starbucks, for another round of drinks. Maybe you’ll hold hands on the way there. You can, if you want to. 

Pedro tugs on the collar of his white t-shirt. He grimaces. “Can we shower, though? I think I smell like the ocean.” 

You don’t mind. 

[mikalame]

Heyyy could I request Tom with a reader who works for the band (books hotels, helps with set up, etc?) so shes always going on tour with them and he’s had the biggest crush on her for ages. Queue the boys making gestures and teasing him, maybe one of them accidentally tells reader that he likes her after they’ve been drinking?

Idk whether Tom would admit it or get embarrassed and pissy but I’ll leave it up to you 😭 feel free to make your own plot up if you prefer!! I have a hard time using my imagination 😬

Thx!! <3

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You had been spending the last few minutes organising the roster for the bands next tour, being deep in thought just clicking and putting the name of songs in time slots.

Once you finished wrapping up the Europe tour you were about to work on the next one when your hear heavily footsteps and giggles coming from the hallway.

Thinking it was just the band doing band stuff and mucking around before heading back onto the road you didnt think much of it just continuing your work.

Tom's pov

"Oooo, ___ in the room, you gonna go up to her and give her a big smooch on the lips" Georg teases pouting his lips, "Fuck off Georg" Tom groans he had been putting up with this teasing since yesterday when tom stuttered when talking to ___.

"Awww is little tommy embarrassed awww" Gustav cooed joining in with the teasing giggling as they stick around the corridor laughing more as tom tries to pull them away.

"What are you embarrassed about Tom" A voice comes from the room tom was dreading "Oh um nothing ___" Tom's vooice shakes, thinking this is like all conversations between the two and wanting to tease abit more bill deciceds to help his brother.

"We were just talking about a little party were going to later tonight, would you like to come" Bill smiles sweetly, Tom whipping his head to the side to look at bill with a 'what the hell' exspression, Georg and Gustav both look at eachother then bill all three of their faces grinning like madmen.

"Oh um are you sure, i would love to" You say adjusting the files in your hand, "No you should definatly come totally" The boys reasure you talking about the time they will come to your hotel door and what not.

"Why the hell would you do that huh, did you have to invite her" Tom mutters quietly as they walk away hiding his face in his hands cheeks flared red.

Even though he said it quitely the girl around the corner still heard what he said now thinking it was some kind of prank she wasnt sure if she wanted to go, exspecally if the guy she was going for didnt even want her their.

Time Skip

"I'll wait right here- or i'll just meet you at the club" tom says turning quick to walk away from the girls room that the others were pulling him closer to.

"No Tom man-up, i cant belive The Tom is acting so shy, huh, not so brave now" Georg snickers behind his hand earning a smack from bill as he knocks on the girls door.

"oi shut up- Hey ___ we're here, open up" He yells knocking some more beofre hearing the lock unlock and the door handle jimmy.

Your Pov

___ stepped out, her nereves all over the place, feeling the sweat form on her palm quickly wiping it away on the bottom of her skirt.

She hasent went out since working for Tokio Hotel even though they seem to go out everynight its mostly the boys and mabey the manager if its a special occation.

"Sorry if this isnt really club attire, had to dig this out of my suitcase" she giggles nervously adjusting the length of the skirt. "No girl you look amazing, right tom" Bill questions walking to the elevator cocking his eyebrow to his brother.

"Huh oh yeah, can we go" He answers looking away clearing his throat before walking making sure ___ was infront of him to he culd watch her as she walked as not to get caught by her.

Tom looks over to his left and sees Georg doing the fake makeout thing rubing his hands over his waist and fr a split second thrusting his hips up beofre walking back normaly.

hereing the giggles and having them walk behind her is making ___ more nervous thinking that mabey tom i even critisising her or making fun of her outfit, but she decides not to let it get to her like it normaly would she thinks of mabey finding someone to talk to during the night..... and mabey talk to tom.

At the club

After begs from the boys to talk to ___ he takes a couple of deep breaths andshaking his hands he walks up to the bar where she is standing oldering her drink trying to under stand what the man is saying over the loud club music.

After a couple minutes of trying to order a drink you think about giving up on it and getting one of the boys to do it thinking that they would be better as their used to the sort of stuff, until you hear a falillar raspy voice shout behind you.

"SHE WANTS A _____ ____" Tom yells not really knowing what else to say, the man behind the counter nods finally understanding what she wanted, walking away to go make it the two stand there awkwardly.

Tom has no idea whats going on his nerves everwhere, this being unmarked terriory for him even though he is usally the best at this sorta stuff.

And ___ freaking out because he crush is right their standing next to her, even though she seems him everyday its diffrent its not in the professional way this is more of a 'hang out' way, panicing from the situation she trys to find a way out.

"OMG TOM I LOVE YOU" a girls voice screeches over the music, the two look over and tom gets pulled into the crowd of people a girl with blond hair and short dress rubs her hands up and down his arms complimenting him on everthing.

With that distraction she grabs her drink and speed walks over to the table where the rest of the band is sitting all straight backs and seeming to look for someone until they see you they slouch back trying to look non suspitious and justcausslaly sipping from their cups.

After sitrting down a weird mood washed over the group, ___ already nerous about they whole thing start really sweating quickly adjusting her jacketr to make sure they dont see her sweating to badly even though they could probably see the sweat on her forehead.

Bill even though they had only been here for a couple hours is blackout drunk and swaying in his seat blabbering about what ever pops into is mind lifting the mood a bit until he siad somthing he wasnt supposed to.

"So wheres tom huh" cocking his eyebrow again looking at the girl, "Oh last i saw him he was getting felt up by some girl" looking back down at her drink quitely sipping it.

"He probably wished it was you" Bill says slapping his hand over his mouth shook about what he said, the rest of the group looking at him wide eyed and jaws dropped exspecaly the girl who is shocked by what he boy just said.

With the air still heavily from what was just said and bill being to scared to say anything else the group is quite until a sertin dread head comes tumbling into the table.

"Omg, i could NOT get away from them damn" he huffs wiping the 'dust' off of himself beofre looking back at the group whos eyes quickly look down or at eachother.

Looking at bill with a questioning look wondering what happened bill spills.

"I told her"

Tom knowing what that meant whipped his head over at the girl who's eyes that were previously on him now looking everywhere but him, then looking at the G's who do the same as the girl.

Tom stands up shaking the table a bit, leans over grabbing the girls arm before dragging her with him outside to talk without the music blaringing into their ears.

"So um- you know-" "I like you" she blurts out the alchol kicking in now knowing why they call it liquid courge "You do" he repets making sure he did hear that and tht he was correct "Yeah, um from what bill said it kinda sounds like you like me to?" she questions slowly sobering up by the second now wanting to get out of there.

Tom's breathing gets heavy as he contemplates if he is actually going to do this. He is.

"Yeah i do- um ive liked you for a couple of months now" tom swallows the saliva that is coating his mouth right now, clenching his hands trying to get rid of the sweat.

The air between the too is quite and still seeming like all other noise around them is silent even though the club is still blaring their music and people filling the club walking in and out.

Locking eyes with eachother both of their eyes flick between the others lips then back to their eyes being enough to signal what they both want before lock their lips with eachothers.

Holding her breath in her lungs scared that if she breathes to heavy this all might dissapear and she will wake up from the dream come true, she deepens the kiss to really make sure it happening and once truly convincing herself it is they both pull back catching the breath she didnt know she needed.

A airy breath comes from tom whos cheeks are flushed and hand rubbing the back of his neck beofre his face changes to an annoyed eyerolll.

Thinking somthing bad is behind them she turns seeing bill lauging gustav looking super happy running up to tease tom more upclose and Georg doing the fake make out thing again bfore turning back embarrased when he sees hes been caught.

SORRY IDK HOW TO END IT, hope you all enjoy and like.

[theoverlyenthusiasticwriter]

Howl

This is the moment that Azriel and Fenrys fall in love with each other. Well, maybe not the moment, but the realization.

*****

Mor sighed obnoxiously as she collapsed in her seat. “Did somebody curse me or something? What the fuck is going on?”

Fenry popped an olive into his mouth, grinning. “Tough break?”

“Gah. I’m practically being ignored.” Mor groaned, dropping her head onto the table.

“Oh dear, Fen, what have you done to Mor?” Cassian asked as he slid into the seat beside Mor.

Azriel took the seat across from him and beside Fenrys, passing out the new round of drinks he’d collected.

“Apparently, everyone’s too busy staring at my beautiful face to look at hers.” Fenrys sighed piteously.

“I even tried flirting!” Mor cried. “Do you know how bad I am at flirting?” 

Cassian rolled his eyes. “It’s not that hard.”

“Really? I doubt you even know how to— girls just throw themselves at you.”

“Of course I know how. Watch and learn.”’ Cassian slid closer to her and wrapped a lock of her golden hair around his fingers. His voice lowered. “You busy tonight, princess?”

Mor burst into laughter while Azriel snorted loudly. He was drunk, Fenrys could tell. There was a slight flush to his cheeks, and he’d swayed a bit when he set down their drinks.

“Got something to add, shadowsinger?” Cassian crooned.

“There’s no way that would work.” Azriel sat back, gesturing to Mor. “Look at her. She’s not even blushing.”

“Like you could do any better.”

“Watch and learn, brother,” Azriel purred before turning to Fenrys.

He put a hand on Fenrys’ thigh, dangerously high, and leaned in, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear so he could whisper, “Leave your door unlocked.”

All thoughts flew from Fenrys’ head as he blanched, cheeks aflame. He’d never… Nobody had ever…

Azriel chuckled softly as he withdrew, throwing Cassian a smug look. “That’s how it’s done.”

Fenrys’ tried to control his face and failed, epically. 

Across from him, Mor laughed. “Oh, Azzy! I think you broke him. He’s blushing like a virgin.” 

Fenrys put his elbows on the table so he could bury his head in his hands, mortified by his own reaction. Az was just joking, for gods’ sake. 

Azriel patted his shoulder, which wasn’t very comforting at all. “That’s how you know it worked,” he told Mor and Cassian.

“Don’t tease the poor guy like that. Look. He’s about to have a conniption.” Cassian pushed Fenrys’ drink into his line of sight, which he greedily accepted.

Azriel slung an arm over the back of Fenrys’ chair as conversation moved on. 

Cassian jerked his chin to the bar. “Why don’t you show us in the field, Az? For all we know, Fenny could just have a crush on you.”

Azriel chuckled again as Fenrys choked on his drink. He tilted his head, eyeing the brunette Cassian had indicated. Fenrys’ gaze was drawn to the hard line of his jaw as Azriel leaned closer. The movement pushed his side into Fenrys’ shoulder, warming him. “Not my type.”

“Right,” Mor purred. “You’ve got a thing for blonds. Two seats down, in the black dress.”

“I do not have a thing for blonds. Also, she came in with someone.” 

Cassian elbowed Mor, wiggling his brows. “He’s been watching her, then.”

“I’ve been watching everybody.” Azriel’s fingers danced absently over Fenrys’ shoulder. “Or have you forgotten my job description?”

“Oh, come on, Az. Indulge us.” Mor propped her elbows on the table, pouting. “We all know you haven’t taken anyone home in months. That is, unless someone is waiting for you there…”

“Stop digging, Mor,” said Azriel, his voice lowering a fraction.

“Ha!” Mor slammed her hand on the table. “I knew it! Fen, you owe me ten marks.”

Azriel looked offended. “Fenrys, you’ve joined in their shenanigans?”

Fenrys sheepishly handed over the money. “You never talk about your lovers, and if you’re getting all pissy over the mention of one, that means…”

“I don’t have one.”

Fenrys snatched his coins back from Mor. “Pay up. Both of you. I told you I could get him to admit it.”

“Goddamnit.” Cassian dug around in his pockets. 

Azriel sighed. “Why are you all so invested in my love life?”

“Because it’s so damned boring,” Mor groused. “How long has it been since you got laid, huh? With how bitchy you’ve been, I suspect a month at least.”

“I thought he was normally like this,” Fenrys said around a grin. “There’s some other state beyond absolute grouch?” 

“There's a slightly more tolerable grouch.” Cassian sipped his drink. 

Azriel rolled his eyes. 

Fenrys, who relished any reaction whatsoever from the shadowsinger, couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of triumph.

Triumph, and something else.

*****

Conversation moved on. Azriel was only half-paying attention. He blamed it on the alcohol, but the real culprit may have been Fenrys, laughing at his side. He looked more handsome when he was happy, Azriel thought.

They left an hour later. They still had to train tonight, Azriel had reminded Fenrys when he grumbled about leaving. 

As they flew, Fenrys pointed to the mountain peak. “Can we go there?” he shouted over the wind.

Azriel glanced at him, but shrugged. A new terrain wouldn’t hurt. A few minutes later, they landed on the very tip of the mountain.

Fenrys grinned, looking out over the city.

“Why here?” Azriel asked from a few paces away. 

“I don’t know.” Fenrys went to the very edge. “Do you ever just want to scream?”

“What?” Azriel came to his side, close enough to grab him if he tumbled.

“Like, just… let it out, you know? Just scream.” Fenrys gazed out at the city. “I guess you’ve never had a desire to be loud. It would be against your dark and mysterious nature.”

Azriel snorted. He had the desire to be loud, to scream and cry and rage, but those were emotions better suited to a saner man. He wasn’t sure if he started yelling that he’d be able to stop.

Fenrys blinked at him. “I don’t think you really get it. Shall I demonstrate?”

Azriel waved a hand. “Go ahead.”

Fenrys tipped his chin to the sky, drew in a deep breath, and roared.

The sound was instantly swallowed up by the wind, torn from Fenrys’ throat. It didn’t sound like anguish or rage or any good reason to be roaring. It was just… sound for the sake of sound.

The last notes vanished as quickly as they appeared. Fenrys turned to Azriel, his cheeks flushed with more than the alcohol. “See?”

“Does that make you feel better?” Azriel asked, honestly curious.

“More than you’d expect. Try it.”

Azriel shook his head. “I think I’m good.”

“Come on.” Fenrys poked him in the ribs. “It’s not going to hurt anything.”

“There’s no point.”

“And does everything you do have to have a purpose? What kind of life is that?”

Azriel crossed his arms over his chest and said pathetically, “Ahhhh.”

Fenrys laughed. “Gods. That’s going to live forever in my mind. Not like that. Like… like a howl.”

“Not everyone is half wolf,” Azriel reminded him.

“Hey, the wolves got this one right. I promise.” Just to show off, Fenrys tilted his face back to the moon and howl, low and loud. This one was different: the haunting bay of an animal rather than the pure emotion of a man.

Azriel couldn’t help but be transfixed.

Fenrys’ eyes opened, as dark and depthless as the earth itself. “What?” he asked.

Azriel shook his head. “Fine.”

Fenrys waited.

Rolling his eyes, Azriel tried not to feel a little shy. He hesitated, then turned away from Fenrys, hands fisted at his side. He didn’t close his eyes like Fenrys and let out a shout like thunder. 

The shadows went wild, leaping and quivering, almost as if they were surprised. They licked into the air, devouring the sound almost as quickly as the wind did. 

Azriel opened his eyes wide, a hand going to his throat, where the shout had died. And it… it felt good. He felt almost… lighter? That wasn’t the right word. Some things can’t be described by words.

Fenrys chuckled. “How was it?”

“It…” Azriel’s gaze slid to Fenrys’ mouth without his permission. He wanted to consume that grin and all the noice that came from it. Wanted to eat Fenrys alive. “It’s cathartic.”

“It is.” Fenrys sat down on the very edge of the mountain, feet dangling, completely unaware of where Azriel’s thoughts had turned. It was a long few moments before Azriel sat beside him.

“How often do you do this?” 

Fenrys tilted his head. “Not as often as I’d like to. It’s hard to find places where you can just scream.”

Azriel’s wings splayed out behind him, curling protectively around Fenrys’ shoulders. The lights of Velaris were a night sky themselves, as breath taking as the first time he’d seen them.

Fenrys leaned against Azriel’s shoulder and yawned. “Do we really have to train today?”

“No,” Azriel said quietly. For his mind was still catching up, still trying to explain the haunting image that had scorched the inside of his brain:

A boy, eyes closed, head back, howling to a moon that was not his own.

[butch-blu-scout]

hi!!! if your requests are still open could you write something with scout x reader 🤞 maybe some angst if you're up for it??? (im a sucker for angst) thank u !! 🐌

Hi! Of course they're still open! This is actually the first ask I've gotten in a while lol. Feel free to send in more if you have other ideas ^-^

I've never been very good at angst but here's my best shot. It's very dramatic. My other idea for this was infidelity but I thought that might be too sad (however if anyone wants to see that feel free to send a request).

Thank you to @schlong69420 for helping me brainstorm.

Warnings for: insecurity, angst and feels (to the best of my abilities)

Word Count: 760

Scout often wondered about how people really felt about him. I mean, really felt. Sure, some of his teammates called him annoying, or treated him like a little brother- but he knew that was all in good faith. At least they'd tell him to screw off to his face if he got too annoying.

But it was harder to figure things out when it came to folks outside the team, and by "folks" I mean his partner, and by "his partner" I mean you.

Scout had been particularly energetic today, way more than usual. He had been chatty to everyone, including you. He was all over the field, hardly able to concentrate of the objective. He ran to every explosion, every shout, anything that he heard immediately grabbing his attention. It was frustrating for everyone on the team, even Scout was getting annoyed with his own inability to focus.

It was safe to say that they lost the match.

After the match everyone had glared at him whenever he tried to lighten the mood. Usually it worked, but today not so much. But he kept trying.

"Hey ya know- those guys were prolly cheatin' anyway. So really-" Scout was cut off.

"Son- will you just can it?" Engie snapped, "We lost. Everyone knows it's your fault. Everyone else has accepted it, you need to do the same before you get a black eye."

That shut him up real quick.

That was Scout. He tried all the time to be there for everyone else, to lighten the mood, to make everyone feel a bit better. Even if he was the butt of the joke. It was just who he was. But today... he just felt like he was too much. For anyone. Even you.

You hadn't seen Scout since he'd left the showers. Usually after he hit the showers, you both headed straight to his room to hang out, watch movies, whatever. But when you knocked on the door he wasn't there. You'd even double checked to make sure he wasn't just asleep, but he wasn't there. Which was odd for him.

You went searching, checking the kitchen, and the lounge area, The garage, even the Med-Bay, but he wasn't there. Nobody seemed to know where he went either, that or they were still too pissy to want to find him.

You were almost to Sniper's camper when you finally spotted him. You had turned around to check for critters when you saw the glint of something on the roof of the base. Dogtags. It didn't take much walking to see the small dash of bright red curled up on the roof.

Climbing up the roof was quick work if you knew where the secret ladder was (it was in Sniper's room, which he never used). It wasn't hard to sneak up behind Scout either. He was too lost in his thoughts (usually a bad thing when it came to Scout).

"Hey baby," You sat down next to him. He jumped at your sudden intrusion, he calmed fairly quickly though. Scout was still wrestling with his pent up energy, made obvious by the tapping of his leg and his other little fidgets.

"Hey sweetheart, ya scared me. What uh, what bring ya up here?" He asked.

"Oh, well I was looking for you." You explained, "You disappeared after the match today. I though we were gonna watch a movie tonight?"

"Ah, yeah. Sorry I um.. Just needed to clear my head. Didn't wanna keep botherin' anybody."

"Scout."

"What?"

" What's going on with you hm? You're not usually like this."

"It's- I just- It's nothin' really," He scratched the back of his neck, "I'm just being a lot today, and I know it. And I can't even help myself 'cause I don't realize it until it's too late. And then everyone's pissed off at me. And I already pissed everybody off by losin' the damn match, and I really didn't feel like pissin' you off too. 'Cause I knew you wouldn't tell me if I got too annoyin'- 'cause I know you. And I'm probably pissin- you off right now with alla this and I should just stop fuckin' talkin' but I can't and I-"

You wrapped your arms around him gently.

The two of you sat up there for a while, watching the stars. You let Scout talk about everything and nothing, just to get it out of his system. Because, yeah, he could be annoying, and he could be a lot, but that didn't make you love him any less.

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I hope this was good, or at least filled some of your itch for angst ^-^. Sorry that it's kinda short. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thanks for sending a request :)

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Could You Be Seen With Me and Still Act Proud?: Vincent Sinclair x male!reader

Warnings: homophobia, ableism (I think that’s what calling Vincent a freak would fall under), abusive parents from both sides.

A/N: Honestly Vincent would be the second easiest Sinclair brother to confess your love to. Also not me using a Heathers reference 🤭🤭

The school hallway crowds at one end as you and Vincent walk to your next class. Loud yelling and cheering can be heard, you furrow your brows and look at Vincent before the two of you book it down the hall.

Mandy, one of you and Bo’s friends comes up to you. “Bo’s getting beat up by a couple of guys. Talkin’ like it might have to do with Vinny!”

Your stuff drops to the ground and you push your way through the crowd and into the fight.

You grab the flannel of one of your classmates and pull him back. Punching him in the nose, he falls back.

“You’re defendin’ the damn freak too!?”

You sneer and kick him roughly. Bo has the other guy against the locker, you lower your guard enough for the first guy to get up and punch you. He throws another one at you, a groan escapes your chest.

There’s a loud whistle and all of the students disperse, only leaving the four of you, Vincent and Mandy still in the halls.

“Get up! Principals office, all of you.”

Mr. Kent, the gym teacher and you and Bo’s baseball coach shouts. The four of you are quick to get up, Mr. Kent is right up your asses. As you pass Vincent and send him a wink, he shakes his head in disappointment and leaves with Mandy to go to their last class.

-

“You can’t keep doin’ this. It’ll ruin you.” Dr. White, your principal sighs and leans back in her chair. “I’m giving a week suspension and you’re helping cleaning the cafeteria after lunches when you get back.” She finishes. “I just hope you have something planned when you graduate or you’ll end up in jail. I personally don’t want any of my students in jail.”

“Oh yeah, got stuff planned Dr.White. No need to worry about me. I’m just defendin’ a friend s’all.” You smile, you’re slouched in your chair, with your hands clasped.

She sighs and brushes a loose strand of her permed hair from her face. “You’re very smart. Very good grades, you only get in trouble for things like this. You don’t need to fight everyone who says things about Vincent. Those boys out there are not gonna end up in good places, pick and choose your battles and let life handle them.”

You look up at the ceiling, trying to choose your words wisely. You look back at the messy haired principal and smile. “Will do.”

You hear the door open and your parents bust in. “Ma, Pa! She was just finishing up!” You smile, standing up to go and hug them. They stand with more than pissed faces.

“Oh no you don’t. Sit your ass back down.”

You do just that.

“Dr. White. We are so sorry. We taught him better than this-“

You zone out, it’s the same speech as the last five times and even the first five times this has happened. Really all you cared about was how you were gonna hang out with Vincent tonight.

The guest bedroom would be a good idea. The locks don’t work and the window doesn’t squeal when you touch it. It’s downstairs too, it’ll be easier to get out. Then you could go behind everyone’s houses and sneak up using the latter Dr. Sinclair always has in the back.

“Get up.” Your mom grabs you by the ear but let’s go when you comply with her command. The three of you walk out of the office.

“Bye Mr. Sinclair.” You wave your fingers at him, he mimics you, attempting not to laugh. “Andy, Abel, I’ll see you two in a week. Hopefully scraping gum from under the tables.” You chuckle, loving their pissy faces.

-

“You gotta stop doin’ this! Lucky we don’t whip you straight boy!” Your dad shakes his head. “This better not be because of Dr. Sinclair’s boys either. I am sick of you gettin’ in trouble because one of them can’t stand people talkin’ about his brother a certain way.”

“Well no one should be.”

“Shut your mouth. It ain’t like they’re lyin’! That Dr. Sinclair shoulda let both of them suffer and die. Instead we gotta go an’ have a psycho and a freak runnin’ around our town!”

Your fists clench. “Bo ain’t a psycho and Vincent ain’t a freak. They was just born that way and that’s okay! I hate when you say shit like that!”

“You watch your mouth, I only say shit ‘cause your reputation is in shambles ‘cause o’ them. They cause all this trouble here and you get dragged along!”

“Who cares?!”

Silence falls between you and your dad. He frowns and you realize you’re in deep shit.

“Gonna end up in jail one day boy, you best get you ass up to your room ‘fore I beat you.”

For once you listen, huffing and trying not to say shit. You close your door and lay in your bed.

-

Your knuckle taps against Vincent’s window and you wait for him to come to it. His long black hair shines in the moonlight as he opens the window.

“What are you doing here?” His raspy voice is aggressive, but you can’t help to smirk at him, you know his tone is that way because he’s nervous not because he doesn’t want you here.

“Come to save you Rapunzel.”

Vincent’s eye squints, he rolls it and grabs his crossbody bag, knowing that you’d keep nagging him until he agreed. You climb down the later, Vincent following after you.

“I was gonna ask for you to let down your hair but I think that would’ve woken your parents up.” You joke, Vincent shoves you and you try and not laugh. Taking his hand you guide him into the wooded area that surrounds the town and to the creek.

Gravel crunches between your shoes and you set down your coat for Vincent and you to sit on.

“Anything happen to Bo?” Concern fills your voice, Vincent shrugs and grabs a rock, skipping it across the water.

“Same old.”

Lecture, mom getting huffy and leaves the room, dad ties his wrists together and beats him with a belt, sends him to his room without dinner. Then Vincent gets praise for being so good and never getting into trouble.

“My dad didn’t whip me this time. Then again I stopped talkin’ back an’ went to my room when he said. I’m grounded the full suspension and then some. Don’t matter though cause I’ll always find time for you.”

Your chest swells a bit. You always like time with Vincent, these moments you feel like yourself, Vincent doesn’t judge you and you don’t judge Vincent.

“Why do you find time for me?” Vincent’s voice is almost a whisper, when he asks your brain feels like shutting off. You were always honest with him.

When you were younger you’d tell Vincent how cool he was with a mask on. You told him even if he took his mask off he’d still be cool. Then throughout school you’d tell him how much you struggled and just wanted to leave Ambrose. You’d do anything to get out. You just weren’t truthful about one thing, and you should’ve been.

“I uh-.”

Your confidence falters and vulnerability shows up. Your whole body feels like it’s sweating, like you’ll melt into a puddle any second. Vincent turns his head and looks at you. All of the air in your chest leaves. Why was this so hard?

“You take pity on me don’t you?” Vincent’s voice gets defensive, he’s on the verge of building up a wall that you don’t have the time to knock down. You panic.

“No! No! I’m- fuck I’m so scared to say this. You have to promise you won’t tell no one. Not even Bo.”

Vincent nods and holds out his pinky, you take it in your and shake it. The anxiety in your stomach seems to dissipate.

“I’m in love with you Vincent.”

The silence feels as though it’s stabbing you. The thing is Vincent is almost always silent so this shouldn’t be any different. Yet it is, you confessed your love to him and he could fuck you over completely and tell Bo, then Bo would tell the entire school and you’d be dead meat.

“I hope what you’re saying is true or I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident.” Vincent pulls his mask off, he’s never done this in front of you. Adrenaline courses through your body.

“It’s all true. Vincent I’m so fucking in love with you. There’s not a day that’s go by where I couldn’t defend you. You mean so much to me.” Words flood out of your moth and into Vincent’s ears. He looks at you and you realize him wearing a mask protects him from an even crueler fate of this town. They just don’t understand beauty, they never will with their closed mind sets.

You smile and watch as in the moonlight, pink dusts Vincent’s face. “You’re so beautiful Vincent.”

He stays quiet, clearly not knowing how to respond, your hand touches the developed side of his face, not knowing how sensitive the other side is.

Vincent leans in and you do too. Chapped lips kiss your soft ones. You run your hands through Vincent’s hair, he pushes you down so you law on your jacket. Vincent straddles your lap, a grin plastered on his face. You can’t help but to smile back at him.

Reality sets in for both of you, promises and secrets have to be kept to make sure you two stay alive. You go to say something but Vincent kisses you, not wanting to hear it and ruin this small fantasy world that you two were in.

Everything could be discussed later when you would go and kiss him goodnight.

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Landslide (series)

Part Ten

Pairing: Josh x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You've lost something in a hiking accident... are you prepared for it to come back?

Warnings: angst.

Note: We're back! In a fun bit of procrastination, I found the type of neighborhood I think the house would be in. Woodsy, a bit away from the city, but still close to the university! General coords for the neighborhood: 44°35'20"N 123°19'16"W

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“You’re a fucking idiot.” Josh rolled his eyes and looked down into his glass as his twin picked up a wine bottle and started traipsing around the small outdoor patio connected to your favorite local winery. 

“Don’t be a prick.” He retorted in his favorite accent, his voice getting low and gravelly as he began to wander away.

“Yeah, you don’t get to be all pissy because you fucked up with your girl again.” Sam butted in, elbowing Josh playfully.

You kicked Sam under the table, eliciting a yelp before he reached down to rub his shin. “Shut the fuck up?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed before tipping back the rest of his drink.

It wasn’t difficult to occupy yourself with the other boys there. Laughter came easily when you could let yourself be distracted by the welcome buffer Jake and Sam provided. But it wasn’t like they couldn’t tell something was off.

You were lucky enough to have them around for a full week, both you and Josh feigning illness to your boss in order to get the time off. Together, you’d spent your time milling around town, trying to find attractions you hadn’t taken them to on previous visits. Once those were exhausted, you’d turned to favorites. Hence the trip to the winery. 

“Least we could do is go see a movie.” Josh griped, refilling his glass. 

“With that one? Really?” Taking the words right out of your mouth, Sam grabbed the bottle from him to replenish his own. All three of you turned to Jake, only to find him laying down in the grass, staring straight up at the sky. 

A mumbled sentence came from Josh as he started drinking. “I don’t know why you’re so up my ass right now.”

He set his wine down and turned his body towards his oldest brother. “I don’t know why you’re being such an ass right now. This is literally our last fu-” 

“Jesus Christ, yeah, yeah, your ‘last full day’. If you want it to be so perfect, maybe you should stop picking fights with the guy that owns the house you’re staying in.” He rolled his eyes again. If you knew where this was going, and you did, the best place for you to be was far, far away from the argument. So without a sound, you picked yourself up and began the walk to where Jake laid in the grass, picking up bits of the conversation that got more distant with every second.

“She owns that house as much as you do. And I’m sure if she were to pick who stayed in it tonight you would be last on that list.”

“Asshole.”

“Douchebag.”

Yeah, you definitely did not want to be around them now. Finally reaching Jake, you not so gracefully landed on the ground, next to his face, crossing your legs before leaning over him. 

“Ah, dahling…” He dragged out his vowels, a sharp grin carved into his face. 

“Hey Jakey.” You sigh propping your head up in your hand. “I swear, their arguing takes me right back to highschool.”

“So you’re only out here to avoid them…” Feigning disappointment, he turns his face from you. “Upon my innocence you play.”

“Hm, I’m not the one to plot so.” Smiling, you continue the scene. Jake had gone through a Pirates of Penzance phase in his early teens, forcing you and his siblings to switch between roles and reenact the entire musical yourselves at their home on your weekends. Some lines you’d committed to memory, dredging themselves up in moments like these. 

He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows. “They really that bad right now?” 

“I mean, they always get heated towards the end of trips, but Josh is just…” You think for a few seconds, trying to consider his motives, but ultimately falling short. “Y’know.”

“I do.” He smiles, nudging your knee with his shoulder. “Hey, it could be me and him fighting. At least the two of them never get physical.”

You roll your eyes, cracking a smile. “Yeah, we don’t have the funds to keep replacing windows like that.” 

Jake laughed along with you for a few moments before meeting your eyes with a more thoughtful expression. “What’s going on with you two sunshine?”

The smile on your face dwindled, leaving you to bite on your cheek as you contemplated telling him. After looking back to the patio where you’d left Josh and Sam, seeing them drink in silence, you turned your eyes back down to Jake again, opting to ask him a question instead. “Did Josh ever say anything about us? Like in the context of… having a relationship?” 

“Yeah.” If nothing else could be trusted, you could always depend on Jake’s filter completely disappearing after a few glasses of white. “I mean, kinda. Boy’s always had such a thing for you. Called me a month or two ago saying it might really be time for you guys, but then… well, y’know.”

And you did know. You knew now, more than ever, that you lost something important in that landslide. “He give you any details?”

“It’s interesting, he really didn’t say as much as I’d imagined he would after finally getting you. Just that he was happier than ever.” He took a second, sighing before looking back up to the sky. “And that he’d never been more afraid of fucking something up.”

Jake’s last remark lingered in the back of your mind for the rest of the afternoon, consuming your thoughts as you laid down for bed that night. Up until now, as long as you’d known him, there wasn’t a single thing Josh could’ve done to mess up your relationship. And despite how upsetting it had been to find them, in retrospect, you couldn’t see those sticky notes as anything more than sweet. Little lovesick reminders of a relationship you hadn’t even known you’d been deprived memories of. 

The next morning wasn’t easy, the time finally coming to escort the boys to the taxi awaiting them in front of your driveway. After tear-filled hugs and goodbyes, promising to call and visit, you waved them off from the porch, watching the car until it disappeared. 

Walking back inside, you clicked the front door shut only to find Josh standing there, eyes fixed on you. You met his gaze with a sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself as the two of you just stood there. 

Finally breaking the silence, he asked quietly, “What’s been going on with you? Why are you so upset with me?” Basic questions, but they were quickly deepened by his expression. The way his brows knotted, his pointer finger tapping anxiously against his arm, the way he swayed slightly back and forth. This was an interrogation. 

You couldn’t help but contemplate how to start this. His brothers were gone, the two of you were alone for the first time since you’d found those notes. There was no way to break this to him, to finally initiate the argument and unlock the door on secrets you might not even want to know. 

Suddenly, he reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around your own. And just with that, an action he’d been able to avoid up until now, it all came back. 

You see it in quick flashes, your entire relationship with him. Through your mind’s eye you watched your first kiss with him. The way you’d collapsed into bed next to him after a long day at work. He’d let his hand fall onto your back, rubbing small circles across it until you’d recovered enough to prop yourself up on your elbows, finding your face just a little too close to his. You could remember the way you reached your hand up to brush your knuckles against his cheekbone before running your fingers into his hair. The way he leaned in hesitantly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, leaning in fully once he realized you weren’t pulling back. You could feel it, the softness and the shock and the sweetness of a first kiss you hadn’t even remembered. 

Flashing across your memory, you could see the moment you took his hand during a long walk across campus, telling him how you thought you were in love with him. And then the following moment he told you he knew he was in love with you. 

Hundreds of little moments crossed your mind, days and nights spent together like never before. Making out while “watching” a movie instead of quoting the lines. You watched as you and him became more inseparable than ever, if that was even possible.

And then you were back, staring into the eyes of the boy that filled your most recent memories in a new, but had tried his best to make sure you’d never know. You looked at him with the knowledge of how he tastes, how he feels, everything about every interaction you’d had with him over the course of the past two months. But also with the feeling of betrayal that started welling up further inside of you with every second, with every recollection.

Once you’d fully come to, you closed your mouth and cleared your throat, your eyes fixed on him with no hope of tearing them away. You could feel your expression change minutely, to something only someone who knew you a little too well would be able to read. And he certainly could. 

He gained his own look of realization and faltered, any words he’d been hoping to speak caught in his throat with no hope of escaping. All he could do was stand there staring at you, not knowing what to say. 

That made two of you.

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 3

Summary:  Sundae and you get jealous

Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Cherry

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, Sundae tears, pissy Robert, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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This is a bad idea.  Each time a new person comes into your home, and your sweet baby slaps at whatever is closest to her, mouthing dada, you realize how stupid this was.  Sundae hadn’t ever been exposed to too many people at once like this, and she was getting frustrated at Cherry not being there.  

Seeing Robert she squeals at him, making grabby hands to the door, “Hello, my Pretty Girl, and my beautiful baby,” picking her up off your hip, he wraps an arm around you to guide you outside.  “He’ll be here,” he whispers to the two of you.  “He called.”

“Dadadadadadadada,” Sundae repeats, and Robert rolls his eyes.

“We gotta…freaking fix that.”

“She’s confused.  She’s used to seeing Cherry everyday,” Robert jumps when his daughter screams beside him, looking down at her accusatory.  “See?  Cherry.”

“Dadadadadadadada!”

Robert takes a deep calming breath as he looks towards you, “How often were you screaming his name?”

“Funny, I don’t use his nickname during sex,” he turns his face to glare at you, “What?  You’re the one bringing it up.  There’s video evidence to prove it.”

“Now, wer’re fucking talking,” you clear your throat, glancing down at the baby who was still trying to reach behind her.  “We’re freaking talking.  How about tonight…after I say my piece, we watch it while Cherry and I take you apart.”

“Dadadada!” She squeals, trying to look between you and Robert, squealing even louder before grunting.  “No no!”

“Hey, Baby Girl,” Cherry gives you a quick kiss to your temple, and when you and Robert turn around it is blatantly obvious why your daughter is grunting at him.  “I would like for you guys to meet Elena.”

“No no!  My dada!” Reaching out his hands towards the baby, she slaps his hand away looking over at the woman.  “My!”

“Oh, don’t be like that, come here,” she shakes her head no, clinging more onto Robert, and you don’t know how to feel.  Who was this woman?  Where did she come from?  And she just pissed you off looking at her because she was making Sundae upset.  “Sundae, baby, come here.”

“No no!  Ehh!” Sticking out her tongue she blows a raspberry over at the woman.  Giving her a kiss to her chubby cheeks, you completely avoid looking at her, turning your body into Robert’s.  “Dada?” Sundae pouts, and Elena looks between the three of you baffled.

“You didn’t say you had a kid,” ugh, you didn’t even like her voice.  It was grating on your nerves.  Cloying in the sound.  Like nails on a chalkboard.

“She’s fucking mine,” you give Robert a little pinch, but still are thankful he spoke up.  He didn’t care.  All he cared about was letting people know who you and Sundae belonged to.  “She’s confused because I was in prison.  Got it overturned because a nasty…freaking crooked cop was planting…freaking evidence on my case.  Cherry boy here, he kept my Pretty Girl safe.  She was pregnant with my child.  You know, standard stuff.  He…freaking protected her.  And took care of her, didn’t you?”

“Not here, Robert,” Cherry warns him.  Still trying to get Sundae’s attention that was hiding her face from him.  “Sunny, won’t you let me hold you?” She shakes her head no, and you want him to know that she had been waiting on him.  Had been watching the door every time it opened.  Had a happy squeal stop the moment she realized it was not him.  But right now, he didn’t deserve that.  

“Baby?”

“Babe, why don’t we get us a beer,” Elena pompously answers.  You didn’t like anything about this woman.  But Robert was the one who’s anger was growing wilder every second.  You and Sundae were uncomfortable in your own home.

Cherry brought an outsider here, and his baby and his Pretty Girl were…well, you were both jealous.  He could see it in your eyes.  Feel it in the way you tried to ignore Cherry and this woman.  Robert wants to laugh, all except for the part that you and his daughter were not happy.  This he couldn’t have.  

He watches Cherry being practically dragged outside by this girl, and even Cherry was looking back at Sundae.  You are a grown woman, but he did not like that little girl refusing to be held by him.  It hurt deeper than he could have ever fathomed, and even the way you were refusing to meet his eyes hurt him in the pit of his stomach.

“Pretty Girl, I’m going to go outside.  Come on.”

“Give me a minute,” you answer softly, looking over at your daughter who had her bottom lip puckered out.  Hurting you was one thing, hurting the most precious thing in your life was something completely different.  Sundae didn’t deserve to feel left out in her home.  She was too young to worry about feeling jealous, especially when it was concerning Cherry.

“Mama,” she buries her face in your chest, and you hate that woman.  Pissed off at Cherry, but you hate that woman.  Even thought about asking Robert to take care of the situation, but that would be cruel.  He would do it.  You didn’t know anything about this woman, other than you just didn’t like her.  Didn’t like how she was touching him.  You told Robert this was a bad idea, and this was proving it.  “Mama, out!”

“I know, sweetheart, you want to go outside.  Come on.”

“Dada?” She tilts her head to the side, giving you a pitiful little grin, and you wonder how Cherry could do this to her.  You were one thing.  He didn’t leave the other night on good terms, but Sundae?  

Walking outside, her eyes scan the backyard, whining a moment when she spots that woman sitting in Cherry’s lap, and you have to remind yourself that he’s not yours.  “Mama, dune,” Sundae tells you, reaching for your face.  You look around a moment, and just didn’t feel comfortable with her crawling around with all these people.  She could get trampled on.  Had it only been Cherry like you wanted, she could have played in her space, “Dada!”

Her yell was more distressed than anything, and caught the attention of the right person.  Cherry looks at the woman, and politely pushes her off as he makes his way to you, leaving the woman behind, and every step makes Sundae’s smile get even bigger.  Her chunky little legs kick around, until he holds out his hands, and takes her in his arms.  “I think she’s jealous,” you state as he holds her close to his chest.  Rocking himself back and forth.  He missed her as well.

“Is she the only one?” You glare at him.  He was being unfair.  You wanted to talk to him, and to Robert, just not with all these people.  “I see.”

“Cherry, it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like?  Tell me why it’s fair that I was there during the pregnancy, I was there when we brought her home, I was there raising her with you, and then Robert comes home, and…”

“He is her father, and I love him.  I can’t just,” you pause a moment as you start to get upset, looking towards Robert who was nursing a beer, and stands up to come closer to you.  “He’s a part of my life.”

“Yes, and you’ve made that clear.  And I’m not in that equation anymore.  You got what you needed out of me.”

“Now, wait a fucking minute,” Robert grunts as he walks beside the three of you, “That’s not…can we talk after the fucking party party?”

“We’re talking now.  You both used me.  And I have…I developed,” he looks at Robert regretfully, because the last thing he wants is to insult him, but he had enough.  This was silly, this back and forth.  And he was the third wheel.  “I developed feelings for you and Sundae.  And as soon as he comes home, I’m thrown out,” you shake your head no, already feeling your heart breaking, because this wasn’t true.  This was a bad idea.

“And I can’t watch you two.  I can’t pretend that I don’t want to be a part of it, and you…you’re never going to allow that, Robert.”

“I never fucking said that.  Can we wait until after the fucking party?” You give him a little squeeze of his hand, trying to remind him that Sundae was around.  “No, I’m talking to him how I fucking talk.  This needs to be done in goddamn private.”

“Then you should have asked for just me.  I’m moving on,” he gives Sundae a hard kiss to her cheek.  Extending her back to you, but she cries reaching for him.  A steady dadadadadada flowing off her lips.  “I’m not your daddy.”

“Dada!” She screeches when you grab her.  Her body flailing around trying to get back in his arms.

“You’re leaving a fucking baby?” Robert shouts at him as he heads back to that woman.  “She’s fucking screaming for you.”

“Then deal with her!  She’s your daughter.  Not mine, remember?” Now you were the one crying.  Walking into the house, and into your bedroom.  Removing yourself and your distraught baby from the situation.  “It’s time for you to start standing up for your family.”

“And it’s time for you to stop being a fucking pansy ass mother fucker!”

“Blame me,” he grabs Elena’s hand, walking to the gate, instead of going through the house.  He didn’t want to hear Sundae.  Didn’t want to rush to that baby and hold her until her tears stopped.  Could almost see her starting to hold her breath because she was so upset.  “Whatever you need to do so you can’t be at fault, huh?”

“You better shut your goddamn mouth.  I was going to fucking tell you something.”

“Then fucking tell me!” Cherry drops Elena’s hand, holding his arms out as he stares at Robert.  “Tell me!  What the hell do you even have to say?  Yeah,” Cherry lets out an annoyed laugh, “That’s what I thought.  Choked.  If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

“She loves you!”

“Which one?” Robert takes a heaving breath, looking around at his backyard.  He couldn’t admit this to Cherry, so what made him think he could admit to everyone here?  You were right.  This was a bad idea.  “Go on, tell me?  Which fucking one, Freezy?  Is it the baby that calls me daddy, or is it your…fuck off!  I don’t fucking need this shit.  Let’s go!” He doesn’t bother grabbing Elena’s hand as he stomps out of the yard.  

Robert looks around at the guests who were still completely silent, waiting on whatever it was that was going to happen.  All of them frozen, and scared to move.  “Get the fuck out of my mother fucking house!”

He picks up a table, tilting it back as bags of chips crash to the ground.  “Out!  Everybody fucking out!” No one wanted to be on the other side of Robert’s wrath.  Everyone scurries off, while Robert wails fuck up at the sky.  Wanting to throw a beer bottle, but Sundae played out here.  Wanted to shoot something, but there were no contracts.  

He was confused.  Cherry was the only exception.  He loved Cherry in his way, too.  But you were just as in love with Cherry as he was you.  Both of you were struggling to admit what was going on, and Robert was too confused on how to get the two of you together.  “Fuuuck!” He screams again.  He didn’t know.  Didn’t know what to do or how to make it right.  

He hated seeing his baby girl reach for Cherry, screaming for him as he walked away.  Now he was pissed because Cherry hurt two people; you and his daughter.  Cherry was either going to talk to the two of you like a man, or Cherry was going to be gone forever.  This would not happen again.

He trudges back in the house, going into the bedroom to see you holding a sniffling baby.  “Let me hold her,” he says softly, and Sundae does go to him easily.  Her little lip trembles with every sniffle she makes as he holds her on his chest.  “There there, darling.  It’s going to be okay.  Pretty Girl, I’m going to make this right.  Man to man.  Just me and…him,” Sundae takes a few staggered breaths, smacking her lips, and she rubs her hands over her eyes.  “Is her sleepy?  Her needs her little ice cream cone.”

There was something too adorable about seeing Robert baby talk to his little baby girl.  Rocking her as he walks around, trying to calm her, and you get up to get her stuffed ice cream cone.  Giving him a moment to bond with his daughter as he kisses around her head.  He would make it right.  You and Sundae were not going to be upset again.  Cherry was the perfect accompaniment to your odd family.  He was in fact, the cherry on top.

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[lucysinatizzy]

wisteria sneak peek?

I got you, anon!

“Is this a joke?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Eddie scoffs, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground. He glances at the guy’s letterman jacket, then back up to his eyes. “This isn’t the same shit as before. It’s a lot stronger. Thirty-five is my final offer. Take it or leave it, man.” 

“Derry said he got it for thirty.” The jock crosses his arms and frowns. Too bad. Being pissy won’t change anything. “Why am I getting charged more?”

“Derry needs to learn to shut the hell up before he gets cut. I just got this in, so none of your little friends tried it yet. The last stuff was some mid-grade bud, but this…” His ringed fingers tap against the old pail. “This is top-shelf dank. Makes the grass you had seem like reggie. It can easily go for forty-five. Maybe even more. I’m giving you a deal here, dude.”

Callihan stares at the pail, mulling it over. It’s a waste of time. They both know he’s gonna buy it. These guys don’t have any other options for getting weed. Not in this dump of a town. Plenty of the small-time dealers were scared off after Powell became the police chief and worked overtime to prove he could fill the role Hopper left behind. 

‘C’mon, man. Make up your damn mind. I got other crap to do.’

“Alright. If it’s as good as you say, then I’ll take a half. Do you have the little guys, too? Got a big test coming up and I need to focus.” 

“Yeah, I gotcha.” It’s the same every time. After counting the cash twice, he gives him the goods so they can part ways. “Just a heads up, it's a creeper. Don’t be surprised if it suddenly knocks you on your ass.”

“Okay. See you later.” Callihan says absentmindedly, looking around the long-abandoned parking lot in case anyone passes by. They’re all like this. Totally paranoid that someone might see them doing a deal. Committing a crime. It would completely ruin them. He shoves the bags and bottle into a pocket inside his jacket before taking off toward his own car. All the while turning his head every which way like he’s expecting the five-o to suddenly show up. 

These morons apparently don't understand that it looks way more suspicious when they act all sketchy. Even when he tells them to be cool. It’s like they can’t help it. The places they meet to do a trade-off are safe. That’s the point. After all, if something happens, he is the one who’s most fucked. His ass will go to jail while their parents do whatever it takes to get them out of trouble. 

He sighs and stuffs the money into a pocket when a drop lands on his nose. Looking up toward the sky, he groans in annoyance at the thick, dark clouds rolling in. She was right. The weather’s supposed to get real nasty tonight. It’s already starting to spit. 

“Shit.” That took up too much time. He quickly hops in the van and peels out of the parking lot. This is cutting it close. It’s messed up to make Chrissy stand out in the rain after getting her to agree to come. 

‘I should have enough now.’

His lips curl up at that. There’s one good thing about being a dealer in a place like Hawkins. If he’s strapped for cash, it’s easy to just charge a little more to make it up. Where else are they gonna go? That leaves it all up to his discretion. Selling to a well-off asshole? Well, that quarter that normally goes for twenty-five now costs ten bucks more. 

‘I’ll get it tomorrow.’

It doesn’t take long to get to the ritzy section from there. The van takes a sharp turn onto Douglas and keeps going until the familiar spot comes into view. Thanks to daddy big bucks coming home, he has to go back to sitting at the corner of Roseline. No more pulling up in front of their house. 

Eddie glances at the time before sitting up to mess with his hair in the mirror. There’s a few minutes to kill. Oddly enough, he has the same jittery energy coursing through him just like the first time they met up here. They saw each other only a couple of hours ago, but he’s already excited to hang out with her again. 

‘What a friggin’ loser.’

Tap, tap, tap. 

“C-Christ!” He jolts, almost tearing out a knot when someone knocks on the window. It’s Chrissy, waving at him from under an umbrella with a bright smile. The rain is picking up. Reaching across the seat, he quickly opens the door for her to get in. “I was about to hop out to meet you.” 

“That’s okay.” She says sweetly, climbing in and shaking the umbrella out before closing it up. The first thing he notices is her hair. It’s down in loose curls with the bangs teased out. A do he’s suddenly a big fan of. “So, how does this work? Do you have to pick the guys up first or are we meeting them there?”

“I, uh…” That’s a different outfit than the one from earlier. A thin white blouse tucked into high-rise jeans. She left a few buttons undone, giving him a view of the ‘86 necklace, and going down low enough to show off a little cleavage. That’s not the problem though. “We’re going… somewhere.”

‘Holy shit! I can see her nipples poking right through that flimsy ass shirt. Is she not wearing a bra?’

“I know? That’s why I’m here.” The cheerleader raises a thin brow at him, clearly confused by the response. But he barely hears it. His eyes stay locked on the small peaks aimed in his direction, even as she rubs her arms to warm up. That only makes it worse by pushing her tits together. Now he’s on fire and might have to toss himself out into the rain to cool off. “...What are you staring at?”

“Crap.” Eddie’s finally able to tear his gaze away when she quickly covers her chest. Oh, no. The accusatory look he’s getting says it all. “They started it. If something stares at me, I stare right back.” 

“Eddie!”

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun / Taemin ; drunk gangster baby ; PG-13

when you've been out doing gangster stuff and then you come back to the office and there is a drunk little slug flirting with you

Jonghyun’s quiet chuckles move his shoulder under Taemin’s head. “I think I’m the bad guy, technically,” he says. Taemin shrugs.

“You both are, but you’re my good guy and--god. That was so gay.” That was so fucking gay. He can’t believe he just said something that gay. Gross. Jonghyun can’t either, if the way he laughs louder and gets his arms around Taemin’s waist means anything.

Taemin is a little tipsy, maybe, but that doesn’t mean he means it any less when Jonghyun comes through the hideout door and Taemin greets him with a “Hello, my most lovely and darling babe of babes.”

And the fact that he says it with his cheek smushed against the surface of the kitchen table doesn’t mean he means it less either.

Jonghyun still snorts when he sees him, puts his hand on his head when he passes, and doesn’t say anything when he stops at the sink and starts to wash his hands. Taemin pouts. Mean. He’s full of wine and he needs attention.

“Where were you?” he asks, wiggling to his feet just so he can slump back down on Jonghyun’s back, peeping over his shoulder. From here he can see that Jonghyun is washing swirls of red from his hands down the drain and he grimaces. Ew. “Whose blood is that?” he asks. He didn’t know Jonghyun was out on a job tonight.

“Mostly someone else’s,” Jonghyun says. Taemin snorts this time. Mostly. He notices the brass knuckles sitting on the counter then and reaches for them curiously, then pouts when he realizes that they’re also covered in mostly someone else’s blood. This is mildly worrying.

“Did you tell Jinki you were out punching someone a lot?” he asks. That’s an important thing that needs to be told to Jinki. Jonghyun takes the knuckles out of his hand and rinses them in the sink as well, and then he sighs in a long suffering kind of way.

“No, I didn’t wanna get blood on my phone,” he grumbles. “Gosh, he’s gonna be so pissy about it, you know him. It’ll be my fault somehow that I got jumped because someone else here pissed someone else else off and I just happened to have the same boss.”

“Mmhmm,” Taemin hums, not really listening. He’s suddenly very interested in Jonghyun’s shoulder, which he’s just realized is sleeveless, and has very warm, very soft skin. He drops slow, sloppy kisses to it and slips his arms around Jonghyun’s waist.

“He’ll get over it,” he says. “He’ll tell you good job. You punch real good.” He mumbles all of these words into Jonghyun’s skin, trailing them up his neck and under his ear, where he latches on and starts to suck a tiny hickey. Before he gets very far Jonghyun rolls his shoulder to get him off.

“Hey. Drunky,” he says, turning in Taemin’s arms to peer into his eyes. “How much?” he asks, squinting in the darkness. Taemin pouts. Is he that bad?

“Not a lot,” he says. “Almost a bottle? But I had a pb&j too.” Food makes you less drunk. He thinks. That’s how it works. Jonghyun rolls his eyes and Taemin pouts more. “Was it my grammar?” he asks. Jonghyun always teases him about his drunky grammar. Maybe that’s how he can tell. “Well,” he says. “You punch real well.” He puts his forehead on Jonghyun’s shoulder, willing him with his brain thoughts to believe him. “You punch ‘em real well right in their bad guy noggins.”

Jonghyun’s quiet chuckles move his shoulder under Taemin’s head. “I think I’m the bad guy, technically,” he says. Taemin shrugs.

“You both are, but you’re my good guy and--god. That was so gay.” That was so fucking gay. He can’t believe he just said something that gay. Gross. Jonghyun can’t either, if the way he laughs louder and gets his arms around Taemin’s waist means anything.

“You being drunk isn’t so bad, if it makes you that soft,” he says. That Taemin grins at. At least Jonghyun likes it. Jonghyun uses his hold on Taemin to pick him up a little and turn him towards the hallway. “Come on. I gotta report to Jinki and then you can slime on me in bed.”

“Does that mean sex?” Taemin asks, watching his feet step just a little lopsided on the floorboards as Jonghyun takes him down the hall. “You can’t take advantage of me. I’m a bad guy too. I have stabby knives.” He reaches with the hand that isn’t around Jonghyun’s waist for one of the knives on his belt. Jonghyun slaps his hand away before he can get it.

“I meant you’re a drooly little slob when you’re drunky,” he says. As if to prove his point, he reaches up and thumbs away some spit at the corner of Taemin’s mouth. “And you’re gonna wiggle into bed with me even though you have your own bed and slobber all over my boob and pass out in a puddle of your own drool because you’re a fucking lightweight.”

“Oh,” Taemin says. Hmm. That sounds both better and worse than sex at the same time. “If you insist,” he says. “I would’ve blown you, but that’s fun too.” He’s not sure, but Jonghyun maybe rolls his eyes at him before he stops at Jinki’s office door and lifts his hand to knock.

Inside, he thinks Jinki goes a little easier on Jonghyun than he normally would, but he also thinks that’s because he himself is tispy and giggly and keeps pouting against Jonghyun’s cheek. He thinks maybe Jinki felt like dealing with him was enough of a nuisance for Jonghyun without getting a real scolding on top. Taemin is very proud of himself as Jonghyun tugs him to his room and lets him fumble out of his clothes and wiggle into his bed with him. He gets himself all situated to slobber all over Jonghyun’s chest before he nuzzles him and looks up.

“Are you hurt at all, by the way?” he asks. “Mostly not your blood means some of your blood.” He might be tipsy but he did catch that. Jonghyun grins and gives him his right hand, the one he didn’t have the brass knuckles on. Taemin takes it and presses a sloppy kiss to each already healing cut on his knuckles, and then to the scrapes that he notices on Jonghyun’s elbow.

“Thanks, drunky gay,” Jonghyun mumbles at him. There’s teasing in his voice but Taemin doesn’t mind. He really did mean it before when he said Jonghyun was his most lovely and darling babe of babes.

[darkherolovercroissant]

It Ends Here

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem Reader

Warnings:Mentions of smut. (I’m only here to make toxic fanboys uncomfortable) mature themes & Language. Minors please go away.

Library 📚

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“It ends here” he huffs after he comes down from the high.

I smirk and trace the tattoos on his forearm while resting my head on his shoulder.

“You always say that, yet you’re the one that jumps into my bed whenever you need a release. Seems as though you have a hard time following your own word.” I snicker

“I mean it this time, no more after tonight. It’s getting to Soap.” He growled

“That muppet couldn’t find his way out of a wet paper bag.” I huff and get up to retrieve my clothes.

“I thought you liked him?” He teased

“I did until he started being a dick.” I reply

“Get used to it. That’s soap in a nutshell.”

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“Where’s Ghost?” You ask as the team stands overlooking the explosion.

“Hopefully in the explosion” soap hissed

“Aww is little soap mad?” Roach teases

“Want me to knock your ass out?” He replied

You just laugh and shake your head. You could see Price was like an exhausted father with his many troubling children. Now he lost one somewhere and the rest were about to go at it like there was no tomorrow.

“Bring your kid to work days suck” the familiar deep voice sighs as they approach from behind.

“And where the fuck were you!?” Soap yells as Simon joins your side.

“Off smelling the roses.” He shrugs before following Price

“You are the biggest disappointment I’ve ever seen” Soap continues his bickering as he followed behind Simon.

“Y/n would have to disagree.” Gaz smirks

“Wait what?” Soap stops abruptly causing me to smack right into him.

“Oh yeah. Last night, I heard them going at it like rabbits.” He laughs

As we head to our evacuation point, Soap continues to ask questions, but Simon and I just ignore him while Gaz is the one that answers them.

“Can’t believe you’d sleep with that muppet” Soap mutters as he glared at Simon who just flips him off.

“Jealous?” I tease

“Pfft you wish lass. I just don’t want any little ghosts running around. Bad enough I have to deal with him, we don’t need any more.”

I just laugh as we return home from this mission.

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It was 9:37pm when a firm knock came on my door. Pulling it open to see Riley standing there, I smirk as he rolls his eyes before pushing in the door and then carrying me to my bed.

“It ends here” I mock in a horrible English accent.

“Shut up.” He replies before removing any article of clothing.

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Happily eating my lunch, Gaz comes to join me at the table along with Soap.

“Oh god Riley! Right there!” Gaz mocks what I guess I sounded like last night causing Soap to curse before leaving followed by loud laughter from both Gaz and I.

“He must be good if he can keep you going that long. I was wondering if you guys were ever going to stop.” He laughs

“I’m so sorry Gaz” I blush

“Don’t worry about it. It’s worth seeing Soap all pissy”

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As I was about to head to bed, Soap yells from down the hall.

“I swear if I hear you two tonight, I’m gonna cut his dick off!”

“At least buy me dinner before you touch me you prick.” Riley huffs as he enters the room before me.

“You’re in a very calm mood for just being threatened.” I tease.

“I’d love to see that muppet take me. I’d break his neck before he could blink.” He replied

“So let me guess. It ends here?” I smirk as my hand reaches out for his bicep. They were very well built from years of training and the way his body had been sculpted from over the years makes your mouth water.

“It ends here” he says before pulling me closer.

“So I’ll expect you tomorrow in my bed as well.” I tease

“And the day after that and then the day after that.” He hums before lifting his mask up to kiss me.

“Can’t wait.” I moan as his lips latch onto my neck as I hear him undoing his belt before picking me up and carrying me to my bed.