#roach vomit

[semimindless]

Felt violent. Made this. Not elaborating.

[snootlestheangel]

Incorrect COD quotes

Laswell: What would you boys do without me?

Price: Cry

Gaz: I don't know, we'd probably end up in jail.

Soap: We'd fuckin' die

Roach: Simultaneously commit arson and treason.

*Everyone stares at Roach*

Ghost: All of the above. Cry, commit several felonies, go to jail, and die a sinner.

*Roach losing it while the others stare at him*

Laswell: Forget I asked

[saltycryptid]

Ring Fighter AU: First Meeting 💥

[boxofthings]

anon is back to scream into the void ghostroach thoughts, I just feel like this duo would fit the quality time love language so well, because of the like, forbidden nature of their relationship as superior and subordinate yknow, and also because ghost is a private person probably, but like back to the initial thought, just,,, imagine, it ain’t that noticeable but if you’re aware of their relationship you’ll notice that ghost and roach are often just in the same room as each other, maybe not interacting a lot of the time, maybe they don’t even acknowledge each other, but they’re always together, just, being content with being around each other, and I think it’d be cute to see through soaps eyes how they subtly show affection for each other, maybe not so subtly, idk. Also hands, is this just wish fulfilment on my part, maybe, but like hands??? Do you know what I mean??? I think I’m being too vague, let me expand on the previous spa day suggestion, because I was specifically thinking about taking care of someone’s hands!!! Especially when they use it for like, not so nice deeds, it’s just the thought that maybe ghost isn’t too nice on himself and being vulnerable enough to trust roach and finding a lil self love to allow himself this creature comfort. I just want my boys to be taken care of, ok, they deserve the world dammit. Ah, sorry for uh, the word vomit, ghostroach just makes me feel so many things

YOU ARE SO CORRECT ANON scream your ghostroach thoughts louder into the void

I agree 100% with this and the whole quality time love language would be such a huge element of this pairing considering what Ghost's character is like and how I hc Roach's character.

Ghost is someone who I see struggling with being emotional verbally and being able to express his love for someone through heavier acts of affection (like giving flowers, kissing, PDA, etc..)

And Roach seems like someone that likes people-watching, or appreciating moments quietly (I hc him being a talkative mute, but overall I think he'd be a very chill and emmersive kinda guy that likes to sit on the sidelines and observe).

So when these two are paired together they probably like to sit in silence a lot. Maybe Roach will make a comment and Ghost will respond with a simple grunt of acknowledgement. Roach will write in his journal, Ghost might just be vaguely watching the room or strategizing for their next mission in his head, and the only indication that they even acknowledge the other is a small point of contact (shoulders touching, someone's knee touching the other, etc) just little things that, unless you knew them, you wouldn't catch.

This is probably their favourite leisure activity, not having to deal with the chaos of their military lives, being able to settle down and relax whilst having their loved one safe and next to them. And if they have privacy, they absolutely take care of each other. Just lazy and gentle touches where they don't even speak and just allow themselves to unwind. Probably some body worship lmao and just overall softness.

and the HANDS. absolutely them having a thing for each other's hands. While I don't see them being very PDA (especially since relations between superior and subordinate are prohibited) I do see them playing around with each other's hands when they're alone or just in the rush of the moment, like right before they have to separate on a mission (hooking fingers, tracing shapes in the other's palms, etc).

I actually do have a wip where we observe ghostroach's dynamic through Soap's eyes! I just feel like they'd be a very subtle couple but if you have a keen eye and know them well, every little thing they do with each other means sm more.

[left-for-carrion]

i wanna gut punch you so hard you vomit and piss yourself while i also bash your face into the ground<3

I think,,,, this would fix me,,,,,, <3

[bl00d-3-red]

Usually in the military, your code name is something you did embarrassing or a moment you and your teammates had a laugh about. An example would be if you had screamed at the sight of a spider on base, the code name ‘spider’ or ‘blackwidow’ would likely be given. This means that Task Force 141’s code name would actually be of embarrassing moments for them. Here’s what I HC they would be:

Ghost: Is so silent that there had been multiple times where he had accidentally snuck up on soldiers and scared the crap out of them. One rookie literally almost pissed themselves because of this.

Soap: Always sure he had liquid soap because he is scared that someone will bang him in the showers if he drops a bar. He is convinced this will happen.

Roach: He found a roach in his food and literally vomited in the nearest trashcan afterwards. Never ate that food since.

Price: While it is his last name, he is also called this because the boys caught him carrying coupons in his wallet. They giggled like a bunch of schoolboys and called him old. Price did not find it funny and explained that in an economy like this, he’d do anything to save money.

Gaz: Not once, but on five separate occasions, he called gas, “gaz”, with a “z” while filling up the tank of one of the vehicles. It was one of those moments where you didn’t know that’s actually how you say it, He literally thought that was how you pronounce gas. That was until Soap told him it’s “gas”.

[animationismycomfort]

I hate this b-tch so much

the audacity this b-tch has to even be in the eddsworld fandoms presence is ridiculous

I hope he rots away like the half of his face

he is so fucking ugly

[you-call-it-a-dude]

Call It Want You Want Pt.2

Pt.1 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Summary: You get to spend some more alone time with Regina the day following the party. Sober this time.

Pairings: Regina George x Gender Neutral/Fem Reader

Warnings: internalized homophobia, swearing, feelings, and if I missed some other ones I'm sorry

Notes: Hello! Second part for this story. They're cute, they're fun, they're flirty. Regina is obviously still struggling but we love her anyway lol. I also just wanted to say thank you for the incredible support for the first chapter. Like you are truly so amazing and thank you to everyone who has taken time to read the story, leave a comment, leave an ask, like, reblog. Like all of it. Ily. Debating on continuing this story with more chapters or possibly ending it here. I def have ideas where I can take it, but if folks are satisfied where it's at I'm not gonna like overkill. So if you have thoughts on that, feel free to let me know. But, yeah, kinda a long-ish chapter so I hope you enjoy.

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Regina, in fact, did not come find you when she was ready to leave. You sat on the front porch with an empty cup and the sleeping cat for almost two hours.

You watched her stumble out of the party eventually, pulling some random guy out with her.

You stood up and followed behind her, Roach following closely behind you. You called out to her and the fourth time you called her she turned around and called you a stalker and told you to leave her the fuck alone.

You didn't really take it personally. The little tidbits of her life that she shared with you tonight were making a bunch of things make sense and you weren't surprised by any of what she was doing.

You couldn't, in good conscience, let her go home with this dude. She was too drunk and he was too handsy and it wasn't right.

This frat fuck took a few jabs at you as well, laughing at his own jokes and Regina told him to shut the fuck up in a way that sounded way more serious and bone chilling that her weak little leave her the fuck alone she sent your way.

"Regina, it's late. Let's just go." You held out her hand for her and she just stared at it before shoving it away and letting go of the frat boy's hand, walking in the direction of your dorm.

You followed closely behind her and the guy shouted after both of you. Calling Regina a tease and calling you a cockblocker.

You walked back to your dorm in silence, only speaking up to say goodbye to Roach when at some point she made a quick right down a side street that she most likely lived down.

You watched her longingly, debating if you would get in more trouble for stealing a cat or for hiding one in your dorm room.

You had intended to walk Regina to her room, make sure she was settled with water and headache medicine. Just overall make sure she was okay in general.

Instead, she sped up ahead of you and didn't even give you the chance to tell her goodnight. She was in her room with the door shut and locked behind her before you were halfway down the hall.

When you went to check on her the next morning, she refused to open the door. You came back multiple times throughout the day. Finally around 2pm you asked to at least acknowledge you so you knew she wasn't fucking dead in her own vomit in there.

"I'm alive, you can stop asking." She said through her closed door.

"You're seriously gonna be like that?" When you got no response you scoffed and shook your head. "Whatever."

You walked back to your dorm where your roommate, Ren, had been setting themselves up for the entire day. You offered help in little ways because to be honest you were desperate to do something that would take your mind off Regina.

You wanted to see her again and spend more time with her, but like sober. It's very apparent though that sober Regina wants nothing to do with you at the moment.

It didn't stop you from trying though.

You made your next attempt around 4:30pm, coming to her door with an offer that you felt was going to be impossible to refuse.

"I'm going off campus to get some Mexican food." You said softly, your face pressed against the door. "Wanna come with me?"

There was about a two second pause before a 'yeah.' came from the other side of the door.

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

"Come on then."

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" You could hear her shuffling around in there. She opened the door, wearing baggy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, her hair thrown up in a top bun, sunglasses on.

You smiled when you saw her and you didn't miss the way she let herself smile just the tiniest bit when she saw you.

"How are you feeling?"

"Hungover and hungry."

"Let's get going then. It's only like a six minute bus ride." You stepped out of her way so she could exit the room.

"Bus ride?!" She shook her head with an appalled look on her face. "Ew, no. We can take my car." She dug through her purse and pulled out her clunky keys.

"Twist my fucking arm. Sounds good to me." You shrugged. "Wanna eat by the lake then? Take the food to go?"

Regina perked up at the mentioning of the lake and nodded.

"I think that sounds really nice. I would love that."

"Awesome, you lead the way to wherever your car is cause I don't know where student parking is."

"Oooh, do I know something you don't?" She teased, locking her door.

"Alright, alright. Don't get too ahead of yourself now."

You followed her through campus to the student parking garage. You were keeping an eye out for her obnoxious pink jeep but were very surprised to see her approaching an almost normal looking black midsize SUV.

Then you saw the little Volvo logo and that shock value decreased just slightly.

"Wow, no pink jeep? Damn this is nice." You commented when you opened the door and saw the slick black interior.

"My parents didn't want me driving something too targetable in the city. For my safety, you know?" She hopped in to the drivers side and pulled her visor down to apply some coverup and lipgloss that she had pulled from her purse.

"Cause Volvo just screams 'I'm not rich', right?" You teased and scrunched your nose.

"Exactly!" She agreed, and you couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or if she just fully missed your point.

"Well, since we have a car, I'm gonna alter our plan just slightly. Better Mexican place, and better beach. Can I put directions in?"

"Oh, yeah. Here," she pulled a pink aux cord from the center console and handed it to you. "You can play music too."

"Wow, that feels like so much pressure." You joked, but you had zero idea what typed of music she listened to and were worried you were going to have your music taste judged.

"It's not, I promise."

"You cool with highways or do you prefer side streets? Actually, it's after five we are taking the streets.." You asked, then quickly corrected, putting in the directions to the restaurant. "I'm also gonna put the order in ahead of time."

"Just get me what you're getting."

"Enchiladas?"

"That sounds good. Chicken?"

"I can get you chicken. Drink?"

"Sparkling water, please."

You nodded, adding the entrees, an appetizer to share, and both your drinks. You paid for the meal with Apple Pay and pulled the directions up.

"You'll make a left out of the parking lot."

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"Do you need a card to pay? You can take mine." She went to pick up her purse from by your feet but you grabbed her arm to stop her.

"I already paid for it, don't worry about it."

"How much do I owe you?"

"My treat. Don't worry about it. I'll be right back. I'm gonna keep my phone here cause I'm just too lazy to unplug it." You tossed your phone onto her lap so it wouldn't fall when you exited the car.

You were in and out within three minutes. They had your food packed up and ready to go. Your stomach growled at how delicious it smelled. You opened the backseat and placed the food on the floor behind Regina's seat so it was snug and secure.

You hopped back in to the passenger side and retrieved your phone from her lap, apologizing quickly when your fingertips brushed over the top of her thigh.

You nodded your head to the music playing, entering the directions to the beach.

"That smells so good. I can tell I'm about to fuck that up. Are you sure I can't pay?"

"No, you're driving us so I've got it. Make a right at the light." You buckled your seatbelt and Regina stepped on the gas to merge onto the street and it was both hot and terrifying the way she did that.

The beach you chose was only about a seven minute drive from the restaurant. When Regina found a parking spot, she commented about how pretty the view was and she was excited to be eating here.

You got out of the car first, unplugging your phone on your way out and shoving it in your pocket. You walked around to the other side of the car and pulled the food out. Regina got herself sorted and locked the car once you were done pulling out the food. She offered to help carry things, but you declined cause it really wasn't heavy.

You walked over some grass to get to the area where there was no sand, but instead different levels of cement platforms overlooking the lake. You found a set of steps instead of making Regina hop down the steep platforms which she seemed grateful about because she muttered 'thank god' when she saw the steps.

You picked a spot on the second to last platform and sat the food down next to you. Regina sat to your left, getting a perfect view of the skyline. You carefully opened the bag, not wanting to rip it so you could throw your trash in it.

You divvied out the styrofoam containers, the drinks, napkins, and plastic silverware between the two of you. You twisted off the metal caps to both your bottled drinks and took a sip of your lime Jarrito while handing Regina her Topo Chico.

You opened up the appetizer of mini taquitos and set them between the two of you.

You waited patiently for Regina to take a bite. You wanted to know if she even liked it.

"You can start first." She said, fiddling with the lid of her container.

You didn't ask questions or hesitate. If it made her more comfortable, you were gonna start first.

You took a big bite of your enchiladas and hummed at the taste, doing a dance in your seat because there was no other way to convey how good it was.

She smiled wide, scrunching her nose at you. You liked when she would smile and show her teeth.

You scrunched your nose back at her while you chewed your food. You pulled a taquito from the plate and shoved just about the whole thing in your mouth in one bite.

You looked at Regina for two more seconds before deciding to give her the space to eat and to not stare at her, even though the only reason you were looking was because she just looked so beautiful.

She took a bite and nodded while she chewed, humming 'mhm mhm' with her hand covering her mouth until she swallowed her bite.

"That is so fucking good."

"I'm so glad you like it cause I was totally worried you wouldn't."

"Is that why you wanted to pay? Worried I was gonna hate it?"

"No." You shook your head, mixing your rice and beans together. "I paid because I wanted to." You looked up at her, squinting slightly because of the sun, but you could still very much see the slight shade of pink creeping up her cheeks.

You both ate in silence and enjoyed listening to the sound of the lake or the conversations of people passing by.

You offered to let her try your drink and your steak enchiladas and she accepted both offers, sticking her fork into your plate to take a small bite of your food and then taking a small swig of your drink. She offered you a bite of her chicken ones and you accepted as well. She put a forkful of food onto her own fork and held it to your lips, her hand hovering underneath to catch any potential spillage.

You opened your mouth and leaned in slightly, letting her follow through the rest of the way.

You ate the bite off of her fork and her hand that was hovering underneath came up, her thumb swiping against your bottom lip even though you were almost certain there was nothing there for her to wipe.

You grabbed her by her wrist softly, which was probably alarming to her just by the way her eyes widened when you did it. You could tell by the way she was breathing that she was nervous and maybe even too much in her head right now. You pressed your thumb to the edge of her palm, encouraging her to open her hand that she had closed quickly into a fist when you initially grabbed it.

You massage your thumb into her palm, pushing upward until she got your hint and opened her hand for you.

You pressed your lips to the skin of her wrist. Once, twice, three times softly. Her eyes fluttered, debating between closing or watching you. You're pressed a firmer, more confident kiss to the center of her palm.

You laced your fingers together, mimicking the same action from the night before. This time though, she tugged your arm, pulling your joint hands to rest on her lap instead.

You didn't outwardly show how excited this action made you. You didn't want to make any sudden movements and scare her away. Instead you stared at the view of the lake in front of you, absentmindedly running the pad of your thumb over the tip of one of her manicured nails.

You felt her shift next to you, letting your hand go briefly so she can move the containers between the two of you to the side and out of the way. She laced her fingers with yours again and scooted up close to you, her knee pushing into your thigh.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" You asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, I have another party." She loosened her grip on you and flattened your hand palm up on her thigh. She rested her hand on top of yours, pressing lightly on your fingertips with her own as if they were piano keys. "What about you?"

"Ren set up a huge tv so we are probably just gonna watch movies." You were going to ask her if she wanted to join you, but you already kinda knew the answer and you weren't in the mood to get your feelings hurt.

"You can always come to the party with me tonight."

"Mm, I'm not sure. Kinda was not a fan of being ditched for most of the night last night." You nudge her playfully with your shoulder.

"I really want you there with me, though." She wasn't looking at you, still too busy fumbling around with your hand.

Which worked in your favor because you're almost certain you had some sort of physical reaction to her saying she wanted you there was her. Blushing, a change to your facial expression, maybe your breathing even got a little faster too. It was difficult to say no because you didn't want to say no to her.

"Okay, I'll go."

"Wow, I didn't even have to like take my top off or shake my ass to convince you." She joked.

"I guess I just want to spend time with you." You said truthfully, flipping your hands so you could give her some attention now.

You traced the lines on her palm with your fingertip, then traced up her finger, back down to her palm, then up and down her next finger. You repeated that action until you traced the entirety of her hand.

She scoffed out a laugh and shook her head, pulling her hand away.

You suppose that was enough being gay for her for the moment.

You turned to grab your drink and took a long sip, offering it to Regina afterwards.

Surprisingly, she took it and took a sip that was longer than the first before handing it back to you.

"The party tonight is a neon, glow in the dark vibe. Do you have something to wear?"

"Oh, gosh. Maybe? I kinda own a lot of black but I'm sure I could find something."

"I noticed, you fucking emo."

"What are you gonna wear, then?"

"Something hot. Obviously."

"Obviously." You mocked her with an eye roll and she laughed.

"We should probably head back and take a nap or something. Party starts at like 11." She started putting garbage into the plastic bag, cleaning up the area.

"11? I feel like you're trying to kill me." You handed her your empty container to add to the bag.

"Quit being dramatic, you'll be fine."

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The drive back to the dorm was relatively quiet. Both of you too full and maybe even a little too tired to even keep a conversation going right now.

You walked her to her room and when you made an attempt to figure out the plan for later tonight, she shot you a confused look.

"Are you not going to come in?"

"I thought you wanted to nap?"

"Yeah, with you? Like in my bed?" She looked at you like she was annoyed you couldn't read her mind.

"I didn't know that was an option." You defended.

"Are you gonna sit and argue with me about it or are you gonna get in the fucking bed?"

"Well, obviously I'm gonna get in the fucking bed." You smiled, entering the room and slipping your shoes off. "Where do you want me?"

You stood patiently while Regina situated herself. Taking off her hoodie, washing her hands at her sink, wiping off the little make up she had put on earlier, taking her hair down.

"On the outside." She climbed into bed and situated her pillows and blankets.

You decided to wash your own hands, too. Pointing to the sink and asking if it was okay before you actually did it.

"You don't need to ask me to wash your hands." She laid herself down, facing the wall with her back to you. She scooted forward to give you room and patted the open space behind her.

You climb in once your hands were dried. You let Regina cover you and she turned herself around so she was facing you.

You put your hand on her hip, tracing soft circles on her exposed skin where her shirt rode up slightly.

"This okay?" You whispered, pausing your movements until she gave you a response.

"Mhmm." She nodded, inching closer to you and tangling your legs together. Her hand came up and slid under the sleeve of your shirt, rubbing random patterns on your bicep with her nails. "I had fun today." She said, her eyes bouncing back and forth from your eyes to your lips. "I'm not drunk anymore." She pointed out, leaning in slightly and bumping her nose against yours. "Kiss me." She whispered with her lips ghosting over yours.

You closed the barely there space between the two of you and pressed your lips together, pulling her in closer with the grip you had on her hip.

She deepened the kiss, pulling her hand out of your sleeve and gripping the front of your shirt in an attempt to pull you even closer.

You pulled away, nipping her bottom lip as you did. You gave her one more quick peck before pulling away far enough to actually break the kiss.

"So pretty." You mumbled, your hand sneaking up between the two of you. You ran the pad of your thumb over her lips as softly as you could, her eyes struggling to stay open. You traced her lips, over her eyebrows, down her nose with your fingertips. Her eyes no longer fluttering, but are just fully closed now. "Tired?" You let out a small laugh when she settled deeper into her pillow.

"Mhmm." She mumbled, sounding half asleep already. She pulled the covers up higher over the two of you, all but burying herself in her thick duvet.

You wrapped your arm around her waist again and your fingertips danced over the soft skin of her lower back.

You could feel and see her breathing change and you knew she had fallen asleep.

You closed your eyes, the soothing motion of rubbing patterns against Regina's skin along with the sound of her breathing made falling asleep feel inevitable.

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When you woke up who knows how many hours later, the room was pitch black. Your mouth was dry and you had to pee so fucking bad.

Regina was still knocked out next to you and she didn't seemed bothered by your stirring so you didn't think she would be waking up anytime soon.

You searched for your phone somewhere on the bed. It was in your pocket when you fell asleep, but slid somewhere underneath you during the nap. You finally found it and clicked it on, trying not to be too loud when the brightness of your phone threatened to blind you.

9pm. Your eyes widened. Long ass fucking nap. You never discussed a wake up time or any of the plans for the night with Regina so you didn't actually know what time she wanted to wake up to start getting dressed.

You placed your hand back on her hip and nudged her.

"Regina." You said softly in her ear. Nothing. "Regina, baby." You said a little louder and she turned her head away from you with an annoyed grunt. "It's nine o'clock. What time do you want to get up?"

"Nine?!" She sat up so fast it knocked you back a little. "Fuck, I thought I set my alarm." She found her phone tucked under her pillow, making the same face you did at the brightness of her phone when she turned it on. She turned her phone to you to show you that she never actually confirmed her 8pm alarm. "Fuck." She tossed her phone and rubbed at her temples. "Can you move please?" She said with some bite to it and you're really just hoping she is cranky from being woken up so suddenly and this isn't gonna be another hot and cold situation like last night.

"Yeah, sorry." You turned on your flashlight and stepped out of bed, finding her standing lamp and turning it on.

You were not about to take the risk and turn on the overhead.

She threw the covers back and stomped out of bed. Muttering around the room about how she has so much she needs to do, that now you guys were going to be arriving too late and miss the peak party time. Who fucking knows.

You were still thirsty, now a little hungry, and you still had to pee.

Regina was searching through her closet now, struggling to find whatever outfit she had already planned for herself. Adding to another layer to her crankiness.

"Hey," you said calmly, walking up behind her and putting your hands on her hips to get her attention. Your thumbs slid under the hem of her shirt and rubbing against her flushed skin.

She paused what she was doing relaxing into you slightly, but you could still tell she was annoyed.

"What."

"I'm going to get ready and do some other stuff before we go."

"Are you gonna come back?" She asked, her voice sounding more vulnerable than you expected.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah." She said after a brief pause, but her tone had a slight hint of 'duh, should've been obvious' to it. She continued rifling through her closet, just less aggressively now. She even pulled out a belt.

"Then I will absolutely be back." You squeezed her hip reassuringly. "It shouldn't take me longer than an hour. Do you want anything from the vending machines?"

"Um, energy drink. I don't care what kind."

"Anything else?" You back away from her to start getting your shoes on and she just shrugged. "I'll bring you options."

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Okay, so it was a little longer than an hour when you returned. You ended up taking a shower and going to the little convenience store area in the dining hall because you didn't like the food or drink options the vending machines in your dorm had.

You wanted some decent snacks for when you were drunk, damnit.

It was also more difficult to find an outfit than you had hoped. Ren actually had to let you borrow a cropped, white striped button up cause your were about two seconds from saying fuck it with the theme.

So you dressed it up with some rings and a necklace, put on your favorite pair of boots and hoped it was something that was going to be up to Regina's standards.

You knocked on her door sipping your own energy drink, the bag with her drink and other goodies curled in one of your fingertips.

When she opened the door, music was blasting and it looked like her closet threw up everywhere.

You smiled when you saw her though. Her hair was done, she had a slight wave to it and she had loose strands pinned out of her face so she could do her make up. She changed into comfy shorts and had a thin robe on. Her make up was only half done and she looked flustered and slightly annoyed, but also just really fucking perfect.

"Hi you." You tucked your almost empty drink under your armpit and opened the bag, rifling through it while walking through the door. "I know you said you didn't care what flavor energy drink, but I didn't know if you would prefer peach or cranberry Redbull so I just got you both." You pulled them both out of the bag and held them out for her. "I don't have your number so I couldn't like...ask."

"Oh, no. These are both perfect. I'll take whatever one you don't want."

"They're both for you."

"Oh shit. Thank you." She sounded a little taken aback by the gesture. "I'll do cranberry first then." She grabbed both of the cans from you and put her peach one in her mini fridge.

"Do you want me to open it for you? So you don't mess up your nails?" You offered.

"Ugh, that was so sexy. Yes, please." She held her can out for you. You chuckled as you set your drink on her desk and the bag on the floor.

You took the can, wiping the top of it off with your tank top before opening it and sucking the small amount of the drink off of your thumb as you handed the can back to her.

She thanked you and took a few large sips while she walked back to sit on the floor and finish her make up in front of her large wall mounted mirror.

You pulled out her desk chair and turned it to face her, watching her do her make up in the mirror. You liked seeing all of these vulnerable, human moments of Regina. The way she would get annoyed when her eyeliner wouldn't come out right, how she would have to take breaks and fan herself off because she would get so flustered and start getting hot.

She was just so effortlessly pretty, you don't think you could take your eyes off of her if you wanted to.

It was close to 11pm when she finally finished her make up.

The outfit that she had picked out was a sparkly white cropped top with some splashes of pink and a pair of white flare pants and she complained the whole time she got dressed that this wasn't the outfit she had in mind and it pissed her the fuck off that she couldn't find the shirt she was looking for.

She changed behind her open closet door and you kept your eyes glued to your phone while she changed just to be respectful.

She paired her outfit with a light jacket and some white platform sneakers and when she went to look at herself in the mirror you could tell you was annoyed and unhappy about her outfit.

"Whatever. Let's just fucking go."

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She was a whole different person when you guys got to the party. As soon as she had a shot in her and was being social, you never would have guessed she damn near had a crisis trying to get dressed.

She was drinking, introducing you to some people she knew, finding glow sticks to put on the both of you.

Things were fine until you ran into Jack, a guy you both went to high school with, unexpectedly about an hour into the party. He was more surprised than anything to find her hanging around with you, which was more of a dig at you than her really.

You also weren't really sure if he meant the hanging around with you in like a 'you were kinda a nerd' way or 'you were fruity' way.

She left fifteen minutes ago to get another drink for you both and you're definitely worried that you've been ditched again.

This house had no front porch, no cat named Roach. Nowhere for you to escape really.

You perched yourself in a nearby corner, hoping Regina would reappear soon.

Instead, some brunette girl that had been eyeing you since you walked in approached you with a drink in hand.

"Where'd your friend go?" She shouted over the music.

"Get more drinks." You showed your empty cup.

"Oh, I was just over there and I didn't see her. Want this one?" She held out the full cup to you and you looked at it, shaking your head.

"I'm okay, thank you!"

"Wanna dance?"

You did a scan of the immediate area, searching for Regina. You found her on the stairs, talking with Jack. You stared hard, hoping she fucking felt your eyes in the back of her head. She put a hand on his bicep and you swallowed thickly.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you." You smiled politely. She leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"Wanna go upstairs?" She put a hand on your chest and played with the collar of your shirt.

You glanced up to see Regina was now very much so paying attention and she did not look happy. Jack was attempting to talk her ear off, but she was paying him no mind now. Her eyes glued to the woman's hand on your chest.

"No, I'm okay." You shook your head so Regina could see you declining her. You placed your hand on her wrist to pull her away, but she wouldn't relent.

Instead she gripped the material of your shirt and pushed herself closer to you, the smell of alcohol coming off her was nauseating and she got neon body paint on Ren's shirt and you really hope that shit is washable.

"Come on, forget about blondie. She left you here all by yourself."

"I said I'm good." You said a bit more aggressively. Not just because this girl was starting to piss you off, but because Regina had disappeared again and that was more upsetting than anything. You grabbed the woman's hand and pulled it off of you, shoving it out of the way when she attempted you touch again.

"Is there a fucking problem?" Regina's voice cut through the thumping music like a hot knife and you were relieved to see she didn't actually ditch you.

The woman turned around and sized Regina up for the briefest moment before deciding you probably were not about to be worth any type of fight Regina was going to start.

She backed away from you both, giving you both the middle finger and calling you bitches. Regina blew her a kiss and waved. For good measure she wrapped an arm around your waist, her other hand sliding under the hem of your tank top just to prove a point to the brunette that she could actually touch you.

You held your breath feeling her fingertips against your bare skin, her nails scraping just above the waistband of your pants.

"Come upstairs with me." She whispered in your ear, pressing a soft kiss against your pulse point. She didn't give you a chance to answer her because she wasn't actually asking you.

She slid her hand from under your shirt and the loss of contact felt more jarring than it probably should have. She hooked her index finger with yours and dragged you through the crowd of people, shoving through them shoulder first.

If she felt like you were falling too far behind or if there was some obnoxious drunk person trying to break you apart, she would give you a sharp tug to jolt you forward. You were apologizing constantly for stepping on toes or slamming into people. Regina on the other hand could not care less.

She was opening and slamming doors left and right, closing them before you even got a chance to see why. Though you weren't dumb and could only assume.

You were pulled into a bathroom at the far end of the house. Too far for the drunk and high people to even think about venturing to. You closed and locked the door behind you.

When you turned around, Regina was sitting on the counter of the bathroom sink and reaching for you. As soon as you were close enough, she gripped you by her shirt like her life depended on it and pulled you between her legs.

Her hand found your chest immediately, staking her own claim over the same spot the brunette had been just minutes prior.

"Fucking bitch." She mumbled, rubbing her thumb over the splotch of neon green paint on your shirt. Her other arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.

You rested your hands on the counter space behind her, leaning in more and letting your hands support your weight. You pressed kisses along her jawline, nipping at her skin gently.

"It was hot the way you scared her away though." You smiled against her when she tilted her head up slightly to expose her neck.

"It was, wasn't it?" She smiled, feeling satisfied with herself.

You kissed down her neck slowly, taking time to appreciate the soft skin under your lips and the feeling of just be this close to her. Smelling the combination of her perfume, her make up, and just her natural scent was more intoxicating to you than alcohol or drug.

You kissed your way back up her neck so you could kiss her lips. She wasted no time wrapping her legs around you and letting her hands find their way to your hair, scratching at your scalp lightly while the two of you kissed.

She pulled away from the kiss unexpectedly, pressing her forehead against yours and rubbing her thumb over the shell of one of your ears.

"I didn't like it."

"What didn't you like, baby?"

"Seeing that girl put her dirty ass hands on you."

"Oh yeah?" You smirked and she gave you a light kick to the butt with her legs.

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling and made no effort to disconnect your foreheads or to even stop fiddling with your ear. "I can go get that bitch for you if you wa-" Your furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head, placing a protective arm around her so you could slide her almost impossibly closer to you.

"No, no. I'm good right here."

[mactavishenjoyer]

Imagine if Roach wasn't born mute. Instead becoming mute due to an accident. So like idea:

Simon was the first person Gary saw when he came back. Not ghost. It was Simon. The way he dropped everything and came running to him told Gary that. Just another solo mission. That's how it was supposed to be. Roach had gone on many so Ghost didn't worry. He knew he'd be coming home. Even if Roach had to crawl his way back. Even if he was choking on his own blood. Even if his throat was slit. He's Roach after all. The knife being stabbed into his neck was terrifying. He can still feel the knife being dragged through his neck. He'd seen Ghost do it to enemies but never expected an enemy to do it to him. He never thought he'd be sloppy enough to let an enemy get that close. If the enemy knew what he was doing Roach would be dead. His larynx was shredded. That will heal. What was unlikely to heal was the vocal cord paralysis. He couldn't face Ghost while healing. Maybe he felt ashamed? Or maybe he was afraid of Simon not loving him as much. The way Simon was holding him made all that feel stupid.

Enjoy my word vomit or something idk. Thank you for reading! I'm sorry I'm not a writer.

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

maybe the cast + overlords reaction to rosie's biological child reader who also is a cannibal

(you don't have to if you don't wanna)

a/n: Since sinners can't have kids, you'd have to be her kid when you were alive. I also did this with the characters I had ideas for.

!!!NOT PROOFREAD!!!

Charlie: She likes your mom, so she is just excited to see you. She is very bubbly, if not a bit put off by the fact that you were a cannibal as a child (though you are the child of the leader of cannibal town). I feel like she'd get along well with Roise's kid, Roise seems like she'd raise a good child. Though she'd prefer if you didn't human body parts when she's there.

Vaggie: Doesn't really trust you but Charlie begs her to meet you so she'll try it. Very weary the whole time. Though she comes around. Idk were to put this but the kid she spared also was a cannibel child.

Alastor: He already knows you! He wouldn't want your soul even when you grow up both out of respect for you and Rosie. You, him and Rosie all have tea together. You know all the overlord gossip.

Lucifer: Does not trust you. You get along with Alastor? No thank you. But then he's reminded that Charlie gets along with Alastor and that Charlie also likes you and is more open to giving you a shot. If he likes you it's like Charlie all over again but it's him trying to take the role of dad away (and he's actually genuine.) If you offer and "food" he will try to decline as politely as possible but looks like his about to vomit.

Husk: Yeah he keeps you at arm's length. I feel like he doesn't trust any overlord. Alastor and by extension, Roise are at the top of thee distrust list. Well Valentino is just above Roise but you get the point. But if you prove yourself trustworthy he softens. Whenever you tell stories with Alastor or cannibalism he not so subtly tries to dissway you. But your moms a cannibal and best friends with Alastor so you can guess how well that goes.

Niffty: Very chaotic together. Loves putting on roach puppet shows for you ever since you were a baby. I feel like your whole relationship is that one scene where her and and Alastor laugh sweetly then it turns insane.

Carmilla: Fellow mother who is also an overlord. While I feel Carmilla and Rosie have a shakey relationship she'd give Roise advice on how to balance being an overlord and a mom. When your an adult she might introduce you to her kids.

A/n:AHHH this took so long I'm sorry!!!

[pseudolife-archived2]

Maskless Simon always made Gary feel a - certain kind of way. More affectionate than he normally was, more needy. Desperate to get his full of the rare moment of vulnerability - even as he was the one to cause it to come to a quicker close that morning. Barely, does he resist the urge to follow the other man, to put himself back into his shadow like some kind of needy thing - instead, Roach stretches and sets about throwing on some clothes for himself - a green shirt and a pair of gym shorts that were probably stolen from their third. Socks that were worn almost all the way through.

"Simon." And like how the sight of him maskless made Gary feel a certain way, the ability to say his name and not be scolded over it made him feel better. Warm and unprofessional. Off the clock. "We all know where his food goes." Directly into his energy levels, which were often used to menace the both of them - Roach more often than Ghost. "It can be quick, just grab some food for tonight and tomorrow - I can make Soap go get everything else since he eats it all."

mn. a not quite displeased hum. eyes daring to lid momentarily closed as Roach ran a hand through dark locks. "Soap." a firm answer, even as it was punctuated with a groan. rising to full height. rolling his head ( luring a couple soft cracks &&. pops from his neck ) &&. free hand hand vice gripping his hip as muscles tensed. "don't know where he puts it." mumbled before shuffling off to the closet to change. pulling the plain tee over his head. "not much of a quick market run then."

[saltycryptid]

Felt incredible amounts of nostalgia this morning, so I bequeath unto thee a mass post of sketches and unpolished work of my OCs! Of no particular order, not even time, but all of it is from 2021 and early 2022   💖💖💖_(:з)∠)_💖💖💖

[transparentgayprotector]

Lazerus water is Poop water.

Okay hear me out.

Hear me out, Lazerus water is always compared to sewage in DpxDc fanon, why not go all the way?

Danny might have to destroy some Lazarus Pits because of the Rats but he's not happy about it.

Since he always said they stink can I tell you what I think they are to him and everyone else in the Infinity Realms?

Pariah Darks Poop and Pee. He was the only one who didn't have a sewage system because he was too busy being a bitch.

That's why the color is different, like digested food looks different out of your body.

Danny can tell people when they finally ask him that too.

Danny: Yeah they're bathing in the waste of the old King. The reason your acting like shit is because you've got literal shit in your chest. Gross.

The Old King was a big gu who most likely had a some holes he would just poop in on some random dimensions planet.

When the pits were put there, humans probably were small in number, and many animals stay away from waste matter in large quantity, except Rats and roaches, which The League of Assassins are now.

Damian attitude changed because he got away from the sewage and started eating Real food(Natural Ecto).

Jason was dumped in Shit after being brought back to life by the natural Ecto, but Gotham is so cursed he kinda needed a minute to process his food because he was given too much, Like a feast when your stomach is small.

That's why his mood swings were so severe. He was given good food then forced to eat shit. He's constantly trying not to vomit (pit rage) because he'll lose the good food too and probably die again. Or constipated. Yeah he's also ghost constipated because of the Lazerus Pit.

Anyway, essentially The League of Assassins are Rat people, Ra's is the King of the Rats and Now Danny has to deal with them.

Will Danny's poop do the same thing? No, because he's half human and poops in much smaller quantities than a guy the size of a building while using a proper sewage system in his paranoid parents house.

They most likely do something to the sewage anyway. Danny too after he looks at the Rat People bathing in ghost poop.

Plus, he never uses the Bathroom in his ghost form, only him human one.

[mikeyisbrooklyn]

We’ve got a part two!! I teased a bit of this earlier and cranked out the rest in the waking moments since! Read the first bit here! And the next bit here!

A bit of housekeeping: This will be going up on AO3 after the enter fic is done. What I’m posting now are somewhat drafts and once I’ve boiled it down to a final version I’m happy with, the official version will be released there (and here, of course).

Warnings this go round: vomit and nausea (I swear guys it’s only meant as narrative symbolism for a character’s emotional volatility I don’t actually like throw up), self loathing (seriously, it’s a bit heavy)

And of course, the tags: @on-a-lucky-tide @etanesnil @jgvfhl @roachs-pet-roach

Without further ado,

Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (2)

Price wasn’t surprised when he seamlessly slipped into sleep in his hospital bed sometime around early evening after the expected visits from Gaz, Ghost, and Soap—he even got a call from Kate. What did surprise Price was waking up under the cloudy pitch black night in Nik’s arms.

The veritable squawk that left Price’s mouth would’ve turned his face red if Nik’s warm chest wouldn’t have already. In panic, he wrapped his arms around Nik’s neck and hid his face in the Russian’s collarbone.

“Careful, rodnoy, if you jostle too much I will drop you.” Nik chuckled as he tightened his grip—one arm wrapped under Price’s legs, careful not to agitate the cast covering the right one, and the other warmly around his shoulders. It was, for all intents and purposes, a bridal carry. Price squawked again when he realized.

“When you make these noises you sound—how do you like to say—precious.” Nik teased as he shifted Price’s weight, carrying the crippled man in one arm like it was nothing, just long enough to reach into his car and pull out a pack that he promptly threw over his shoulder.

“Go fuck yerself, why are you carrying me?“ Price growled. He dared to look around and saw, thankfully, nary a soul. He stared at a Victorian-style house surrounded by quite the large yard space, there was a long gravel road that led away from the home down a hill—presumably where they had come from if the fresh tracks meant anything. “And what posh bird did you steal this place from?”

“Messy arms dealer. Scared off one of my usuals and ran away to Florida when he knew I was looking for him.” Nik closed the car door and started walking to the house with Price in his arms. “Still found him.” He said through a grin. The implication needn’t be spoken, Price knew well enough what that entailed and shivered—but not out of fear. If Price was a disgusting bastard who was touched in the head, that was his business alone.

Once inside, Nik gently set Price down on a couch longer than the length of his office and softer than any bed he’d ever touched—let alone slept in. He even felt himself sink into a bit.

“Bloody hell, was it a dealer or a duchess?” Incredulous at how the interior was even more haughty than the exterior. Dark oak coffee table larger than many dining tables he’d seen. Paintings to fill empty space on the paneled walls and taxidermied game as trophies. A wall-hung flatscreen TV that he likely couldn’t even get on a year’s of his captain’s salary. There was even a bowl of potpourri that gave the huge living area a thick reek of citrus, herbs, and flower petals.

“Da. It is nice, a bit—ah, hm, prissy, but fit for a clown who thinks himself noble.”

Price frowned. “Calling me a clown, Nik?”

Nik belly laughed. “Well you are expert at making me laugh. But nyet,” He reached back and—aw, hell, that was a fleece blanket—Price didn’t have the chance to fight it as Nik all but trapped him in the heavy, warm thing. “I only wanted the best, for you. Will make recovery quicker, no?”

Nik kissed Price’s forehead as he tucked the blanket around him. He knew it was intended as act of romance or affection but it made him feel as if he were a sickly boy. In response, Price turned red and felt that lurch at the bottom of his stomach. Worried he would vomit again, he hurriedly turned his face away from Nik and tucked it into a couch cushion.

Nik pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “John? Are you alright, mishka?” He went to grab Price’s chin to lock eyes with him but Price resisted, which prompted Nik to immediately drop his hand and scrunch his face in confusion and worry. “Wh—“

The word didn’t finish forming before Price barked out a “‘M fine! Tired.” Still muffled by the couch. He slightly turned enough to look at Nik with one eye, his words becoming clearer. “Jus’ woke up ‘n all. Need ta rest my eyes…more.” He was gruff and curt with it, though his nervous energy bled out at the end.

He hated the analyzing gaze from those big brown eyes above him. Nik was no dunce, he knew well how smart the madman was. It was one of the plethora of tools and methods he watched the man use to steal his heart. But blessedly, he didn’t press him for once, instead nodding and pursing his lips before rising up fully from besides Price.

“Da, rest. I will bring the rest of our things inside. Then, dinner.” Nik softly caressed Price’s hair, hesitating on one stroke of the rich brown as if he were holding the most precious treasure.

“‘M not—“

“Hungry?” This time, Nik cut Price off and with a knowing smirk. “Then it will be light dinner. You will eat, rodnoy.” There was no room for argument and Price knew it so he let out a reluctant grunt.

Just under an hour later, Price is halfway dozing off when a warm hand lands on his shoulder. “Prosypaysya, rodnoy.” It ought to be criminal how such a deep voice with razor sharp edge can turn so soft and silky. At least, Price thinks as much when he rouses to those big Labrador eyes Nik carries around. More dangerous than any weapon he could ever get his hands on.

Price remembers when he first looked into those eyes more than a decade ago. At the time, he thought his nerves were just a natural result of knowing he would had been face to face with a man M16 warned him could kill him with a rusty screw; nerves from something some liquid courage and a stony facade on his face could handle. But in hindsight it’s so clear that he’s simply never looked into deeper irises before. Sincerity so deep he could sink into it for an eternity and never reach the bottom, but not oppressive like stormy seas, welcoming—enticing, even—like a flowing creek, leading from a freshwater spring. To find out—slowly, over the years—that the man was just as enticing. Loyal. Reliable. Resourceful. Steadfast. Ruthless in the right ways, at least to Price, anyway. He doesn’t blame himself for initially thinking he was so drawn to Nik because he wanted to be like him.

But no, he knows now—just as he did mere months ago when he finally came out and confessed, halfway through a shared bottle of that battery acid Nik called vodka and far too gone to worry if it were wrong to say—he always loved Nik. It was only a matter of time before he realized it. And it’s in moments like these where he feels that realization crash into him full force just like it did the first time.

Nik’s hand moved from Price’s shoulder to his cheek. “Mishka, you are staring. Are you with me?” Price could see the smallest crease in the man’s smile, something like worry but tiny like a hair fracture in a vase. Price hated that, whatever it was, so much so that it shook him out of his reverie. He blinked twice and took a deep breath.

“Aye. I’m ‘ere.”

“Good. Dinner is ready. Hold still,” Nik pulled off the blanket and reached to pick Price up. Reacting quickly, Price nearly swatted Nik’s arms away. Thankfully, he realized in the last moment he’d look like a prick for it and opted to instead grab Nik’s arms instead. Nik froze at the sudden movement.

“I—I can…” Damn him, why was he stuttering? He cleared his throat. “Lemme walk there. Need ta get my practice in with these crutches sometime.”

“Doctor said you need only rest for the first weeks.” It was a reminder but to Price it sounded like a scold. Price wasn’t fond of being scolded.

“The dining room in another zip code or somethin’?”

“N-nyet?”

“Then I’ll survive a walk there on crutches at least. Relax.” Price harrumphed as he sat up and managed to hold in a wince, looking past Nik looking for the walking aids in question.

Nik was speechless and looked confused and…and something else that Proce recognized and felt sick when he did. That damn worry. He hates that micro-look on Nik’s face. He hates it. He hates it. He hates—

Price clears his throat to forcibly derail that train of thought. With more force in his voice than necessary, “Nik, you did bring the crutches in, yeah?”

“Da, da. I—are you sure, I do not mind—“

“I know you don’t and ‘m still sure. You can catch me if it looks like ‘m ’bout to go ass over tea kettle, sound fair?”

Nik hesitated for another moment before nodding. Without another word he walked out the living room but only for a few seconds, walking back in with two crutches. He looked at the things like they slapped his father and called his mother a street girl as he handed them off to Price.

Price grunted in thanks as he put them under his arms and stood up best he could. It was a bit of a struggle at first but this wasn’t Price’s first rodeo, so he recovered and managed quickly. That didn’t stop Nik from reaching his arms out, ready to catch Price in a split second if needed. Still, once he took a few hobbled steps, Price was well in his own rhythm with the only nuisance being Nik’s hovering.

Though he grumbled a bit, Price did let Nik pull his chair out for him. It’s not like the Russian hadn’t done so before; it’s amazing how a sadistic mongrel could become the perfect gentleman given the right motivation. And the similarities to dates prior didn’t end there. With a plate of balsamic butter steak and mash with asparagus in front of him, Price wouldn’t be surprised if the bastard brought out wine and lit candles.

Price ate into his food, knowing Nik was watching across the table, more preoccupied on Price’s enjoyment of the food rather than eating himself. For what it was worth, it was positively divine. Everything Nik cooked was, frankly, and Price swore that the man’s favorite part of every meal was watching Price confirm that again and again with groans of pleasure. And Price was more than happy to oblige. So why…why did Nik’s eyes on him feel so…irritating? That wasn’t the right word but Price couldn’t put his finger on what was. It was on the tip of his tongue but more importantly, a juicy steak was taking up that same space and distracting him. Conflicting emotions be damned—good food is good food—and, as always, Price made his pleasure known with a borderline orgasmic groan.

“Ah, you like it. Good.” Nik seems to sigh in relief rather than satisfaction. It was only then that he felt comfortable digging in himself.

“‘Course I like it, never haven’t liked your cooking.” Price said as he wiped his face with a napkin. “What made you think this time would be different?”

Nik looked up and finished chewing, swallowing and then looking askance for a split second before meeting Price’s eyes. Price knew that look like the back of his hand: Nik was about to say something he knew Price didn’t want to hear. Price preemptively frowned.

“Blyat, you did not even let me answer and you already—“ Nik sighed, resigning to instead just answer the question, “you have been, ah—cranky. I did not know you would allow yourself to enjoy the food.”

Price’s frown deepened. He had many things he wanted to say. Adamant denials. Indignant swears. But at his core, he knew had been a prick. Nik had carried him inside, tucked him in, made him dinner, been nothing but a bloody fucking gentleman and he hadn’t even said a single thank you. He knows just how many pretty young things would be straight fawning and tripping over themselves for this kind of treatment. But that was the problem wasn’t it? Price was no pretty young thing. He was crotchety bastard with a perpetual pout. And more importantly, he didn’t want to be pampered, didn’t want to be…be something that Nik needed to take care of.

For two decades now, Price had prided himself on his self-sufficiency. Even with his back against a wall and with the shit hitting every fan, he could take care of himself, probably lift the whole world on his shoulders while he was at it. And he knew Nik had a similar disposition—hell, Nik could probably run laps around Price. The man had to choose between his home and his soul and nearly lost both and still came back from it.

So Nik knew, he knew how important it was that Price be able to take care of himself. He’d been the same damn way. So why was he doing all of this? Did he feel obligated to it, to him? Was it just because of this new thing between them—it was hardly new as it had been a long time coming and it was much more than a thing but there wasn’t a title that didn’t feel childish or redundant to Price—and Nik felt like he had to show up in this way? The man had not made any effort to hide his affinity for romance since they had begun getting serious with each other, but was this really just more of that same quixotic chivalry? Or…

Or was it because he didn’t think Price could take care of himself? That couldn’t be it, Nik made it a habit to shower Price with praises for his accolades. But then again, Price had just nearly got himself killed. Maybe Nik didn’t want to be believe it but he was always a practical man, figured that Price was slipping and that he needed to swoop in and take the rest from there. Of course, of course! It’s why he insisted Price stay with him in this wannabe chateau rather than his own flat back home or at that wretched hospital with the trained professionals to nurse him back to health. It explained those quite literally gut-wrenching looks Nik kept giving him in brief moments, a sickening worry that actually made Price sick. Nik, the fixer who could take care of any problem thrown his way, had to be able to see an issue before it could develop beyond its early stages. So it meant he could see that Price was gonna be a problem, could see that Price was a—

Liability.

Price retched onto the table.

“Jonathan!” Nik rushed over to Price’s side and it was only then that he even realized he threw up. Nik was quick to grab something, probably a tea cloth, to wipe Price’s face with as he pulled his chair away from the table—and his own sick.

“I should not have made you eat, I am sorry, so sorry.” Price had never heard Nik like this before. Even when Gaz was sent flying out of his heli with nothing but a rope and some damn good luck he stayed grounded enough to make semi-coherent sentences. Here and now, he was bumbling through a dozen different apologies in half as many languages.

“‘M fine.” Price croaked out. He didn’t even expect Nik to respond but the Russian paused and looked at Price like he grew a second head.

“Cyka blyat! You are not fine, Jonathan! Please, ne deris’, let me help Mishka, I am begging.” Nik was literally on his knees in front of Price, hands on both of Price’s cheeks.

Price hated that desperate look on his face. Like Price was dying in front of Nik and he was helpless to stop it. Nik was never helpless for anything and now he is because of Price? Because of Price’s fuck up, his inability to keep his shit together.

He needed to let Nik do this. Let the man nurse him back to health so he’d stop looking so damn distressed, so Price would stop fucking ruining him like this. Then, then after he could walk on his own, Price’ll make it better. He’ll be better.

So he went limp, let himself fall into Nik’s arms like putty. Let Nik carry him to the fancy bathroom and clean him fully. Let himself be tucked into the nicest bed he’s ever seen and laid still for several minutes while Nik left—clearly to clean up Price’s mess. Then he let himself be wrapped in the warmest arms and pressed into a chest he’d take as a pillow any day. Price knew this would be the majority of his life for the next one or two months and if he were a better man he could enjoy it. Let himself have this one nice thing. But he was not a better man, he was liability, and every second of this ran the risk of ruining all that Nik was. So he would endure, he would do what he could to keep that from happening, and when it was over, he would never let himself do this to Nik again.

He’d rather die.

[hungryforjay]

after hours ✦ nishimura riki

[g angst, bsf riki, confessions]

✦ smoking terms: “joint” + “jay” is a rolled marijuana cigarette, “cherry” refers to the end of a joint/jay (the red/fire that leaks smoke) “rolling tray” is a tray you use to roll a joint, to “pull” a joint is to suck it as you inhale so “pulling” means you’re taking a hit, “roach” is the remains of a joint that’s already been smoked.

✦ i tried to make this as genderless as possible, as i do with all my au’s. the pictures might be misleading but it’s more for the aesthetic!

“you sick of me yet?”

the lighter flickered a few times before igniting, the wind pushing away its attempts and pulling your hands to form a barrier around his.

he lifted the joint to your lips and grounded his finger against the gear to light the end of it, you pulled on his go. a faint taste of blueberry hit the back of your mouth as you inhaled and exhaled, eyes stuck on riki’s who eyed the wandering flame.

“sick of you? ‘m sick of everyone,” you mumbled and snagged the joint, fingers brushing his as you took another drag and watched as the paper burned.

he hummed, leaning back on the step and setting the lighter on his thigh. the porch light only did so much, you couldn’t see anything but yourselves and the rolling tray with your contents. the breeze let you know of the trees that were there up ahead, the rustle of the leaves against each other, the wind chimes dangling from the house lining.

you’ve known riki since you were fourteen and since then him and his family have long known of your family issues. the moment you turned eighteen you put your hands on your mothers boyfriend after he attempted to grope you after a shower, and in result you ended up homeless in the street with nothing but a towel on and a broken heart on your sleeve.

it was bordering week three of your stay in riki’s home.

his folks were nice enough to let you crash, acting as a set of parents you never had, and to show your gratitude you cleaned up your act. you kept the house tidy, you walked the dog, hell you even spoke nicer to riki during the hours when they were awake.

after hours was when the real you came out.

exhaling another puff, your wrist bent backwards towards riki, handing over the jay.

the summer heat was like no other. humidity licked at your skin, coating your lungs as you took a sharp inhale that formed into a nasty cough. a rough and calloused hand rubbed your lower back in small circles, slow and comforting.

“you sure that’s not gonna change?” riki muttered, the smoke wafting centimeters from your face.

with eyes teary and red rimmed you looked back at him, he who avoided your gaze by staring at the firefly crawling up the step below him.

he always did this.

communicate useless worries of you abandoning him like everyone else did. the only time you’ve come close to leaving him was when you both were fifteen, the friendship still fresh and vulnerable. you didn’t know how to communicate then but you know now, because who knew how to when they were fifteen?

how does any teenager know?

your hand found its way to his knee, knocking the lighter down in favor of your fingers resting there. he took another hit and put the joint besides the ash tray, the smoke from the cherry still burning.

“i don’t want you to take this the wrong way. okay?” you finally spoke, words sounding foreign rolling off your tongue.

you were out of it and you were sure riki was too. your body felt farther than it was and your eyes kept darting from thing to thing to make sure you were still alive.

“riki…you’ve done so much for me, so so so many things that i couldn’t ever imagine happening for me but it has because of you. your heart is so large, i’m—i’m so blessed and privileged to be able to feel its embrace and i’m thankful everyday that i get to wake up next to someone who loves me so much and values me in their life as i do them.”

word vomit. word vomit. word vomit.

“and that’s not the only reason why—do not take this the wrong way i do not love you just because you give me things. i love you because you are you. i love your smile and i love your laugh. i love your god awful food combinations and your never ending attempts to make me try them. i love when you play songs on your keyboard and i love your voice when you sing me songs you wrote,” your hand jumped away from his knee as a tear threatened to release, you quickly swiped it away.

you looked at riki for the first time since before the speech, and you couldn’t tell if his eyes were red because of the high or because of you.

“i love you and i will never leave you. ever.”

because you’ll never leave me. ever.

overwhelmed, you stood up with the sudden urge to find a bathroom and cry until you got over whatever the hell you just spewed. it was true of course, and that was the problem that it is true, you’ve barely even said those words to yourself before let alone outloud.

before you made it to the door his hand reached and gripped onto yours, forcing your body to pivot back into his. you eyes bore onto riki’s, his face getting inches closer as he stood fully, slowly, until he towered over you with squinted eyes that trailed down to your lips.

your rising heartbeat reached your ears and your body vibrated with each pump, you hoped riki couldn’t notice, you prayed riki didn’t notice. your senses were heightened times ten and for the first time ever you regretted smoking because why could you feel everything—every emotion swirling in the pits of your stomach threatening to spill through your mouth.

he opened his mouth and his breath hitched. with a free hand he ran through his unruly bed head, gaze flickering elsewhere for a few moments until he landed back on you.

oh shit. oh fuck. oh shit.

the wind chimes clanked against each other in the wind. you scrunched your toes against the floor of your sandal, trying to ground yourself, trying to feel real.

“i love you and i’ll never leave you. ever.” his whisper was the last thing you heard before he moved in closer, pink lips slotting between yours in a deep and hungry kiss.

you leaned back, eyebrows furrowing and throat humming in his as your lips moved against each other, devouring, starving. his hand slid under your jaw and his thumb pulled the corner of your mouth down to open it up more, tongue slipping and pushing into yours.

riki was a man of few words, only going on tangents when he was really passionate about something.

he must’ve been really passionate about this.

you hadn’t realized you were moving ‘til your back hit the screen door, bouncing riki’s lips off yours but he chased after you like it was the last time he’d ever taste them again.

weed. peach tea. a faint taste of caramel candy. all from riki’s mouth. all from yours. bitter and sweet, like your relationship to each other.

a groan slipped past your lips as his hand found its way to your leg, lifting it and pressing it into his side, his body pressing deeper into yours.

it was impossible to think of anything else but riki in this moment, but the blinking light directed over the door had you pushing him back. he hummed, confused, lips pouting and glistening with spit.

you jerked your head over to the security camera and brushed off your clothes. you had half a mind to feel embarrassed, the other part still riding off the high of hormones and marijuana.

he nodded, out of breath just as you were and reached down to grab the half burned joint, damn near a roach at this point.

“finish this in bed?” he mumbled, grabbing your rolling tray with the same hand.

smiling, you nodded back, cheeks red and warm, eyes red and shiny.

a/n broke my 6 day t break clap if you care

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Terrible news :

I’m sick with the flu and the only thing that can cure me is price family/joking/pos

Oh no!!! I’m hope I’m not too late, but I have brought something that may ease your illness:

Simon felt like he was going to vomit. Which, unfortunately, had become a common feeling over the past few weeks.

Johnny joked that it was morning sickness, which that earned him a glare and several hours of the silent treatment.

Simon knew that, in reality, it was just nerves. But this was a kind of nervousness he hadn’t felt since he was a teen, and he very much hadn’t missed it.

What was everyone going to say? Even worse, what would they think but never dare tell him to his face? What if they thought he couldn’t do this? What is it turned out that they were right?

If he didn’t shut this train of thought down, he was definitely going to end up having a meltdown. He just wished that all these questions had come to mind before he made such a huge commitment.

It was far too late for that now. This wasn’t something he could just back out of. Well, he technically could. But he couldn’t, wouldn’t, do that to Johnny. He was nothing like his shitty excuse for a father, and he was going to prove it.

Simon was finally broken out of his spiral by a warm palm landing on his shoulder.

“Ye ready to go, love? Pretty sure if we’re not at the house in the next 20 minutes, Farah’s gonnae drag us over there herself.”

The most Si could manage was a nod. He needed to save all of his words for the barrage of questions he was bound to face from his family. Even though he knew that, if his voice did fail him, his wonderful husband would be right there to carry on for him.

Without another word, the two men made their way to the car, followed by Si’s service dog Riley. The giant german shepherd made herself comfy in the equally as large man’s lap, as opposed to her usual spot in the back. She was always good at knowing when her owner could use an extra bit of comfort.

The car ride was far too short and quiet for either of the men’s tastes. That’s how you knew Johnny was just as nervous, because he couldn’t bring himself to fill the silence. After all, it wasn’t just the Price family that had to get the approval of, but the entire Mactavish and Riley clans as well.

Simon could do this. They could do this. They had to. They knew when they made the decision months ago that this was going to happen. And now it was go time.

“Are you sure we can’t tell them in 7 months? Make it a fun little surprise?” Simon was trying to lighten the mood, but his voice came out a little more desperate than intended.

“Si, if we do that both our mam’s will skin us alive. And then we’ll have ta deal with ma sisters, and then yer siblings, and then-“

“Alright, alright, I get it.” He sighed. “Let’s just get this over with.” He turned to leave the car, but John caught his hand before it could reach for the handle.

“It’s gonnae be alright, Mo ghràdh. But if it goes tits up, then we’ll just run away to the Highlands and become cow farmers.”

“I’m holding you to that, Johnny.” With one finally deep breath and a peck on the lips from his ridiculous partner, Simon was ready to face their family. Well, as ready as he was going to be.

The Price family house was the same as it was the day he had moved out: loud. It was actually louder than ever, with the combined noise of three families and his papa’s ever-growing collection of animals.

The pair made their way to the living room, narrowly avoiding tripping over Kyle’s rambunctious twin girls and a pit bull puppy with a case of the zoomies. There, they found the center of the chaos.

Price and Nik were busy cooing over Kyle’s youngest daughter, while Bonnie Mactavish boasted about her own small army of grandkids. Mary Riley was reminiscing about when Joseph was a baby, much the squirming seven-year-old’s embarrassment.

Roach and Alex had separated themselves from the baby fever and were in the middle of an aggressive arm wrestling match. They had already roped Phillip into their competition earlier, if the ice pack on his hand was anything to go by. Farah was alternating between cheering them on and fussing over a heavily pregnant Valeria. Valeria was juggling between soothing her worried wife and loudly arguing with Ale, as usual. Rudy was nowhere to be seen, meaning he had someone managed to escape the mayhem for a minute. Which Simon was deeply jealous of.

The two newcomers remained unnoticed until Joseph let out a squeal of “Uncle Simon!” and rushed into the blonde man’s arms.

Suddenly, all eyes were on them and a hush fell over the room. The couple’s arrival reminded everyone that they were gathered there to hear an Announcement, and everyone was on the edge of their seats.

The abrupt silence was somehow worse than the deafening noise, and Simon had to stop himself from booking it to the exit. He almost lost the battle to his urges, but then his mum was there, guiding him to the couch and telling him how much she missed him.

The other adults in the room broke out of their own stupor and followed suit, greeting the pair with hugs and kisses and pats on the back. Tommy even offered Si a brotherly smack on the back of the head, which he eagerly reciprocated.

But all too quickly, everyone remembered why they where their, and the spotlight was firmly back the young men.

This was it.

Simon felt the nausea roiling in his stomach once again, and he feared he might puke all over Joseph, who had settled in his lap.

He contemplated passing the little boy over to Beth, but then Jo looked up at him with those big green eyes and his cute little gap-toothed smile. He could do this. If not for himself, then for his nephew, who had influenced this decision in the first place.

Sensing his trepidation, Johnny opened his mouth to start them off, but Si silenced him with a hand on his thigh. He said that he wanted to be the one to tell them, and he was sticking by that.

He looked into Johnny’s eyes to muster up his courage, and then he said those words that were both dread and so joyous.

“Johnny and I are having a baby.”

More silence.

Si’s stomach dropped and his mind raced. They didn’t think he could do it. They thought he’d be a bad father. He couldn’t be here. He couldn’t look at them. He couldn’t do this.

He started to awkwardly stand up, hoping to throw up somewhere that wasn’t on his nephew. He’s stopped in his tracks by a startled laugh from next to him.

“Bloody hell, Si, ye couldnae have broken the news gentler? Ah think yer da is gonnae have a heart attack!” Johnny broke off again in a fit a laughter, earning him a smack from his oldest sister. But even she was smothering her own chuckle.

All around him, Si’s family began to laugh, filling the space with the bright and happy noise he was so accustomed to.

After he recovered from his own amusement, Johnny began to explain everything in more detail. He told them about their surrogate, and how she was about 3 months along. Meanwhile, Simon just sat there, basking in the smiles and congratulations from a family he never imagined he’d be lucky enough to have.

Eventually, it was Nik who popped the question everyone was dying to know.

“So, am I looking forward to a beautiful granddaughter or a beautiful grandson?”

Johnny smiled wickedly and let Simon do the honors.

“A grandson.” He let a beat go by, before hitting them with the big news. “And a granddaughter.”

There was an eruption of squeals and gasps and cheers from around the room, leaving no doubt in Simon’s mind that their babies were love and accepted. That he was loved and accepted.

After that, everything blended into a rowdy and overstimulating and wonderful mess.

Nik whooped and started passing drinks around the room. Price cried about how his baby was growing up while Bonnie teased him, even with the tears in her own eyes. Johnny’s sisters tried to scare their brother with parenting horror stories, while Simon’s siblings fought over who would be the favorite aunt/uncle. Gaz and Tommy welcomed him as a new father. Joseph insisted that he should get to be the first one to hold the new babies.

Simon let it wash over him, content to lean into his mum and watch everyone celebrate.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad, Si. Your babies will know they’re loved from the second they’re born. I’m so proud of you, baby boy.” Mary pressed a kiss to his temple, and if he let a few tears slip down his face, then that was his business.

He could do this. It would be hard. Anything in life that’s worth is. But at least he wouldn’t be doing it alone.

These babies really had no idea how much love was waiting for them when they get here.

I’m sorry this is so long!!! I haven’t written anything is so long, so it just kinda all came out lol. I hope you like it and that it’s not a complete mess!!! I hope this helps you feel better! Don’t die on me, Aggs!!