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decafdino · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday

thanks to @alrightbuckaroo and @sanjuwrites for the tags! once again posting from my medieval au (fair warning: this part is not edited or beta'd)

The cockiness that's come over him is new, but he's pretty sure that has something to do with the fact that TK is still watching the lot of them. He plants his feet shoulder-width apart, sword at the ready. "What do you say, Captain Ryder?"

Judd whistles slowly, considering. "I'd say you'd better let Nancy know you'll be icing quite a few bruises," he says with a wide grin, drawing his sword.

If Judd was expecting to plow Carlos with pure strength alone, he's quickly proven wrong in his first heavy-handed swing of his halberd. Though he's nowhere near as acrobatic as Marwani, he uses Judd's weight to his advantage, leaping out of the way.

Judd's movements are predictable, but his swings hit hard. If Carlos wants to be at all successful here, he'll need to make sure to not get hit. Copying Marjan's movements from earlier, he flits in and out, getting a few strong cuts in.

Carlos just barely manages to roll out of the way of a downward strike and takes the opportunity to get behind Judd, knocking the back of his knees. Careful to use the flat end of the blade, Carlos uses his sword to put Captain Ryder in a chokehold and presses down on his neck.

He glances up and finds TK watching them intensely, and knows that he has been doing so this entire time. His mouth is set in a firm line, but the slight widening of his eyes suggest the prince might actually be impressed with him.

A spark of pride singes beneath his skin at the idea that TK is enjoying the show. Before he can think twice about it, Carlos shoots a smug smile his way. TK's cheeks redden in response, which only makes Carlos grin wider.

The moment is interrupted by a strong hand reaching over and grasping the back of his shirt. Before Carlos can blink, he's thrown on the ground, the wind knocked out of him. Judd stands above him with Carlos' own sword pointed at the center of his chest.

The fight officially won, Judd pulls the sword away and helps him up. "First rule they teach you in the king's army: never get distracted."

Carlos feels his face heat up. "I— um—"

"I'm just jokin', kid. You've got skill, I'll tell you that." He hands Carlos back his sword and leans in to whisper, "Though you really shouldn't be makin' eyes in the middle of fight."

He nearly stumbles from the shock of Judd's statement. "I wasn't— I don't know what you're talking about, sir." First Paul, and now Captain Ryder?

"'Course you don't," Judd says, winking. "Don't worry; I ain't much inclined to share what's not my business."

He walks off, and Carlos is left alone to consider the possibility that the butterflies swooping in his stomach at the sight of TK glancing his way aren't a normal reaction.

not sure who's left to tag, so sorry if you've already gone! @jesuisici33, @morganaspendragonss, @welcometololaland, @liminalmemories21, @rmd-writes and here's an open tag for anyone who I'm missing (tag me back bc I want to see!)

#tarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #floggyfics #fanfic #wip challenge #medieval!au #wip wednesday

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laurfilijames · 1 year

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Love and Hate

Pairing: Ryder Harrison x female reader

Words: 1,918

Warnings: Masturbation (F and M), use of a vibrator, unprotected intercourse, swearing. Ryder is a vile creature and is a warning all on his own, and has the worst hair cut known to man.

Summary: You try hard to rid yourself of this terrible lust you feel for Ryder, somehow craving him despite finding him so wretched, only to let your feelings slip one night at work. Following you home, he catches you satisfying yourself to thoughts of him, resulting in you giving in to your secret desires completely.

A/N: I'm almost embarrassed to post this 🙈 I couldn't rid myself of this idea so here it is. Prompts used were Ryder Harrison, "I followed you", and Mutual Masturbation. (Photo credit to @blairsanne )

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It had been a shift at the bar like any other Thursday night; busy, but not to the point you were rushed off your feet, the patrons pleasant and making the hours tick by nicely, up until Ryder and his gang showed up.

Your heart had fluttered in your chest as soon as you clapped eyes on that abhorrent man, and you hated yourself for how your hand shook as you passed him his bottle of beer, the smug grin on his face letting you know he had noticed your body's defiance and that he liked seeing what his presence did to you.

For so many nights you found yourself trying to avoid him or act distant when he made passes at you, your mind screaming your distaste for him while your body was curious to know how he would feel. He knew it too, able to pick up all the subtle ways you secretly wanted him even though he was an ignorant prick in regards to everything else in life.

You could feel his eyes on you as you collected empties off a nearby table and carried the tray over to the bar, your walk purposeful but with a slight sway in your hips that subconsciously happened any time you walked by him.

Thankful to not have to close up tonight, you clocked out and grabbed your things from the back room and made your way out the door, sighing into the fresh night air with appreciation that you were out of the smoke-filled bar.

As you made your way home, it seemed impossible to keep your mind off of thoughts of Ryder, your secret - or maybe not so much, now - crush on him weighing on you and causing you to want to scream with frustration over it; knowing what a terrible and horrible man he was at the same time you longed for him to wreck you. Half the time you couldn't decide if you wanted to kiss his stupid face or slap that goddamn goatee right off of it, not to mention that fucking horrendous haircut, and yet you knew you'd have your legs spread for him the second he asked. You squirmed in your seat the more you thought about him, thinking how he'd look under those chaps he wore and without the sleeveless shirts that barely disguised his thick body, wondering how far his tattoos went down his back or how endowed he was…

"Fucking stop it!" you shouted at yourself, slamming your car in park once you made it into your driveway. You ran your hands through your hair and glanced at yourself in your rearview mirror, hating knowing that this filthy want for him wouldn't go away until you did something about it.

Not fifteen minutes later you were naked in bed, your vibrator buzzing against you as you let your mind indulge in every thought of Ryder that somehow turned you on more than ever; a weak prayer that died on your parted lips in your broken moans that the device on your clit would suck this disgusting lust for him out of you along with a mind-blowing orgasm. You were close, the thought of knowing how happy he would be to find out you were getting yourself off to him encouraging you to press the toy harder against your hot, slick flesh while his name tumbled in an immoral song out of your mouth.

But before your body could escape to its moment of sweet release, the sound of a familiar motorcycle engine roared outside your house, the ignition turning off at the same time you flicked the power off of your vibrator. Rushing out of bed and grabbing your dressing gown that hung behind your bedroom door, you wrapped it around yourself as you peeked as discreetly as possible through the curtain that covered the window, only to see exactly what you had expected; Ryder walking up to your front door.

You frantically trotted over, opening it before he could even rap his large hand on the wood of it, his surprised - but pleasantly so - face making your swollen and unsatisfied core ache with a reminder of your abandoned pleasure.

"Ryder, what are you doing here?" you asked, not bothering with formal greetings. "How do you know where I live?" The question flew out of your mouth as you tried to find the answer in your own mind, positive you had never had a conversation with him about your home address or anything remotely personal.

"I followed you." His head tipped playfully to the side, his crooked smile decorating a statement that should have downright terrified you, but instead sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. You could feel your nipples harden in reaction, and knowing your silk robe would reveal your response to him, you readjusted the garment to try to cover you more and folded your arms across your chest.

"Why?"

He shrugged and then took a step toward you, his hands raising up to hold on to either side of the door frame so his body filled the entryway, his head dipping to lean in close to your ear.

"Because I wanted to."

You tried to back away but the scent of him overwhelmed you and kept you in place, forcing you to look at him as his eyes traveled from yours all the way down the length of your overcharged body. "What were you doing?" he asked, a knowing smile curling his lips, the low octave of his voice making an audible moan escape even though you tried to swallow it.

"I was-"

"-thinking of me?"

You stared into his too-blue eyes as you licked your lips and ever so slightly nodded your head 'yes', giving him permission to take another step into your home and close the door behind him with a kick from his boot.

Your chest heaved and your heart pounded so furiously, this terrible combination of arousal, excitement and shock working to make you feel dizzy.

"Don't let me stop you," Ryder said in a low tone that made the muscles in your legs feel like jelly, his eyes having darkened with lust as he stared at the apex of your thighs where you remained soaked under the hem of the short covering. "Touch yourself," he barked, and despite loathing the man before you, you slowly trailed your hand down your chest and stomach and slipped it between the barely-closed panels of your robe, your body shuddering when your fingers landed home on the sensitive skin that craved him.

Your eyelids fell shut as you lost yourself again in your own pleasure, quickly coaxing that intolerable need to the surface once again with the help of your approving audience, and hearing his zipper slide open and the sound of denim and leather adjusting to free his member only encouraged you more.

You would have thought you had been holding your breath if it wasn't for hearing your own panting shakily fill the air, and with a bravery you swore you lacked, you opened your eyes and gasped when you saw Ryder holding his swollen girth in his hand, the sight making saliva pool in your mouth as every part of you appreciated the sight before you.

Crudely, but somehow hot enough to make sparks fire beneath your skin, he spit into his palm and started spreading it along his length, the slow, turning motions of his wrist from tip to base making him groan and breathe wildly.

"You think about me often when you're fucking yourself, don't you?" he taunted, his laugh strangling out at the end as he worked his thumb over his sensitive head.

"No," you lied, your back arching off the wall as you drove your fingers deeper inside your heat and hooked them to reach the spot that would have you writhing against the drywall in no time.

"Don't fucking lie!" he grunted, his rhythm increasing in speed and you watched as a clear drop of fluid appeared out of the slit on his engorged head. Beginning to work harder on yourself to match his pace, you cried out his name, the bite on your lower lip unable to hold it back in not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

The hand that wasn't pumping on his cock reached out and tore your robe open, exposing your chest to him, the way he was so easily taking what he wanted making you quiver under his stare.

"Fuck, I'd love to cum on those tits," he growled, his teeth gritted tightly together as he watched your bare breasts bounce slightly from the actions caused by your own movements.

"You're so vile," you spat, your words clashing drastically with how your body soaked up every bit of wanted attention from him.

He leaned toward you, his mouth grazing against the shell of your ear while the material of his shirt scraped your sensitive nipples. "Yeah, and you love it."

His knuckles hit your clit with each stroke on his cock, and had you not been so close to your climax, you would have reached out to take him in your grip and used him as your toy to rub on yourself until you came.

"Ryder, fuck!" you cried, feeling the tingle of your high building at the base of your spine.

"You want to come around this dick?" he panted, the tone of his voice letting you know he was right there with you.

A needy whine decorated your barely recognizable 'yes', and you removed your fingers from yourself and looked at Ryder with pleading eyes, waiting for him to take charge and ruin you.

He flashed a crooked smile again, still jerking himself off as he looked at your unhinged state that was solely caused by him, amused at the effect he had on someone who clearly tried so hard to hate him.

"Say it."

"Fuck me, Ryder." The words felt like poison as they passed your tongue, and being ever-disobedient, your body defied you by wrapping your arms around his neck while your legs gripped his torso like a vice, and granting the wish you've dreamt of more times than you would care to admit, Ryder slammed into you in one go and wasted no time in pumping in and out of you furiously.

You wailed as your fingers raked through the laughable tuft of hair at the back of his head, his barrage tricking you into believing this was exactly what you wanted; the way you rolled your hips and met his with equal force giving away the buried lust you had denied for too long.

His lips found your neck in the same moment you detonated around him, kissing you too intimately for the hateful man he was, your walls contracting to feel every vein and anatomy of his cock so you could commit him to memory. As he fucked you through his own end and tainted you with violent spurts of his white ropes, you knew you would constantly crave him and beg for this unthinkable source of pleasure, and you slammed your head back against the wall in defeat and mercy, his efforts extending your ecstasy as you shuddered around him still.

Remaining inside you, Ryder met your inebriated gaze and surprisingly crashed his lips against yours, making you swell and lean into his kiss with an honest want, knowing he had a hold on you that you could never renounce again.

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black-flag-if · 6 months

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How would they react if mc was upset about something and was just mumbling to themselves in a different language?

Lane: I would say it's not new to them unless MC picked it up as a habit after, but then they'd wonder what else changed and what else is there to know.

Phoenix: Find it rather amusing while asking why and what they're mumbling.

Riley: Probably speak something in a language MC probably doesn't know just to have them wondering what they said. They'll tease in that way and be smug about it.

Ryder: Ryder is trilingual, and partially knows German as well, so unless it's something out of those 4, they'll ask what you said and in what language so they can learn and say something to you. Or they'll say something in one of the languages they know and say they'll tell you the meaning later so you have a reason to see them. 😏

#ready set go if #interactive fiction #wip #if game #twine if #twine wip #ro asks #lane kingston #phoenix justt #riley veluz #ryder benedetti

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detective-giggles · 1 year

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Kiss me Goodnight

WHAT? ANOTHER fic from me in two days?? Who even am I? (And I have a ficlet that’s not posted here yet either. But it is on my AO3!)

Just a little something I’m using for @911bingo (”Falling asleep together”) and @flufftober fluff monthly “hug”.

@noxsoulmate, thanks for the beta! :)

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Carlos opens the door and pauses, bracing himself for three kids to launch themselves at him – but it doesn’t come. Instead, it’s TK who meets him at the door with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, babe,” Carlos greets him in return. “Where are the girls?”

“They’re sleeping over with the Ryders,” TK says, looking smug.

“Oh,” Carlos’ face falls. “I finally make it home in time to put them to bed, and they’re not here?”

“Sorry, babe. I was talking to Judd the other day and he offered, and I just–”

“It’s okay.” Carlos drops his work bag on the closet floor and hangs up his coat. “I guess I will change, and then I have a couple of chores I’ve been putting off.”

“The lightbulb in Mari’s room has been changed,” TK says. “And I got the bathroom cleaned.”

“Did you clean out the fridge?” Carlos asks. “I think there’s still some leftovers from last week in there and–”

“It’s done.”

“So… How long are the kids going to be gone?” Carlos asks. He makes his way to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and takes a small sip.

“Until tomorrow, after dinner. We are officially kid-free for almost 24 hours.”

“24 hours, huh? And we don’t have any chores?” Carlos looks thoughtful and TK laughs and shakes his head. “And neither of us has a shift tomorrow.”

“No. No shifts tomorrow. We can do anything.”

“Anything, huh?” Carlos grins and steps back towards the stairs. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Come on, then. Let’s go.”

Ten minutes later, Carlos – fresh from the shower – slips between the sheets where TK is already waiting for him. He stretches a little and rests one hand behind his head. TK tucks into his side, his head resting on Carlos’ chest, and Carlos wraps an arm around him.

“Is this lame?” Carlos asks. “I mean going to bed when it’s only 9 o’clock? I feel like we should be doing something.”

“Babe… Seriously. For the past six months, I’ve been woken up by either the alarm wailing or a kid wailing. We can fuck later, but right now, I’m so good with this.”

Carlos laughs. He takes a second to give the comforter a little fluff and make sure it’s tucked over them both, then reaches for his phone. He debates setting the alarm but decides against it in favor of letting them sleep in. Carlos presses a gentle kiss to the top of TK’s head and realizes TK’s already nearly asleep, his breathing deep and regular.

“Good night, my love,” he murmurs. “Sleep tight.”

#911 bingo fill #flufftober #snuggles #nighttime cuddles #future tarlos #tarlos as dads (kind of)

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lazysailor · 3 months

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21 Avery

Today was the day, Avery finally found some time to help Ryder with his job. The person who was in charge of making sure the plane parts would get taken apart let Avery not work today since plane shipment had been slow lately. So this was the perfect time for him to see Ryder!

Avery makes it over to where Ryder was and waved at him, Ryder waved back at him.

“Hey Avery! How's it going?” He shouts from where he's at.

He was currently helping the chickens that were used for meat and eggs.

“Nothing much, I figured I'd help you!” Avery shouts back as still walks over to where Ryder is.

After a few moments he makes it over there.

“Ya sure you want to help me with this?” Ryder asks him with a grin on his face.

He thought about it for a moment, he had zero experiences with chickens, but maybe if he did it real well Ryder would be impressed by it.

“I’m sure.” Avery says with a smug smile.

Ryder then has an almost evil looking grin on his face as he hands him some seeds.

“Go feed that guy over there then!” He says as he points towards one of the roosters.

The rooster looked horrifying and angry which almost made Avery's smug smile go away, but he managed to keep it.

“I will, Watch me!” He says as he starts walking over to the rooster.

The more Avery walked closer to the rooster the more angry the rooster got and made Avery more nervous. Thankfully Ryder couldn't see that his smug smile was turning into a nervous one.

He made it close to the rooster and kneeled

down to the rooster level then held out the seeds.

“Here you g-” Avery tries to say but before he could finish his sentence the rooster pecked him in hand, causing him to drop the seeds.

“Ow! What the fuck man!” He yelled as he moved his hand away from the mean rooster.

Ryder was starting to snicker trying to keep his laughter in.

Avery stood up while cussing out the rooster under his breath, the rooster seemed to understand him and started chasing Avery. Which he panicked and started to run away from the rooster.

That's when Ryder started dying laughing.

“Ryder! This is not funny!” He shouts as he continues to run away from the angry rooster.

“Oh no, it definitely is!” Ryder says as he continues to laugh.

This causes Avery to blush a bit from embarrassment, he wanted to impress Ryder, not be made fun by him.

“Can you atleast help me?!” He asks.

He gives Avery a small nod before he walks over to the chicken pens coop door and opens it for Avery.

He runs out of the coop before the mean rooster can catch up to him and Ryder closes the door behind him still laughing a bit.

After Ryder calms down a bit he decides to ask Avery something.

“Y'know how the other day you asked me why I was sent to be unwound?” He asks him.

“Oh yeah..I did.” Avery thinks in his mind.

“Well I think I may as well tell you why.” Ryder says.

Avery focuses his full attention on Ryder as he seems to mentally prepare to tell him.

“Y'know how I lived on a ranch.? Well my family was a major business around the area I lived since we were able to raise our livestock so we'll.” He begins to explain.

“And there was this other company that my parents often competitid with..One day they both came up with an idea to set up a..” He tries to continue to explain but his voice trails off for a moment.

Ryder takes a moment to gain some mental preparation, Avery stayed patient and waited for him to finish his story.

“They decided to set up an arranged marriage between me and there oldest daughter so our companies could merge as one.” He starts to explain again.

“I obviously didn't like that and my parents didn't either..We ended up in a big argument that night and the next day I overheard them talking about how they just finished signing an unwind order for me.” He finishes explaining to Avery.

He took in his story for a few quiet moments, then he pulled Ryder into a hug which he was surprised by.

“You don't have to hug me y'know, there's definitely people who got an unwind order signed for more sad reasons.” He says but he doesn't pull away from Avery yet like he needed this hug for a moment.

“I know, but you should still get some kind of comfort from what happened to you.” He says.

Ryder stands there surprised for a moment before he smiles at Avery with some tears in his eyes.

“Thank you.!” He says as he wipes the tears off of his eyes.

#unwind #unwind dystology #unwind fanfic

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dogmomwrites · 11 months

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Find the Words!

This tag came from @new-royston-cursebreakers, so thank you for including me in this game!

I'm gonna pass it along with soft tags to @saltysupercomputer, @smol-feralgremlin, and @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, as well a keeping it an open tag! Your words will be harbinger, reserve, viscera, lunge, and note. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were page, double, coast, steal, and flight. These excerpts were taken from the first two books of my fantasy series.

Page (Castle 1)

“This is amazing,” Nuka whispered, his tone reverent. His green eyes were shining in the light of the torch, which was sputtering in protest to having been dropped on the steps. “A dragon.”

“A dragon?” Arial asked, somewhat skeptical. Dragons had been myth for years. They were wiped out, extinct. Fictional terrors found only in the pages of a book. Yet she couldn’t deny what she’d just seen.

“A…dragon,” Marrick said. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. What was a dragon doing so far under their home? How had it come to be locked away?

Double (Castle 1) Double rows of needle-sharp teeth lined its jaws, and it snapped at everything that was near its face, including its own tail. Its large eyes were on either side of its bald head, furthering its resemblance to an overgrown chicken, but in place of a beak, it had a blunt snout with slit nostrils on the end. Recoiling from Tobias’ light, it spun around and landed a solid blow to the stone beside him.

“Cover your eyes,” Tobias yelled, his voice almost drowned out by the creature’s screeching.

A brilliant flash of white light filled the tunnel and the creature shrieked in startled pain. It stumbled, trying to find its hole and escape the burning brightness, but Tobias pinned it down. He approached as it thrashed and placed his hand on it, draining its energy.

Cast (Castle 2)

Fire burned all around. Then he was running through a castle, but it wasn’t Telenar. Then darkness swooped in. There was something in the sky, something that cast a huge shadow. Then a woman stood in the middle of a woods clearing, angry, her eyes blazing. A man stood in front of her, someone Red had never seen before.

The visions jumped, going faster and faster so all he could see were flashes.

Chase was beside him, his face streaked with blood and grime. His glorious mane was coated in blood. Then he felt a cool night breeze and saw the ocean ahead of him in the light of a full moon. Seen was sitting with his back to a stone wall, tears in his eyes as he looked up at Red. Blue’s hands were tied above him—he hung from the ceiling and he was unconscious, close to death, with blood streaking from multiple injuries. Ryder was screaming.

Steal (Castle 1)

“You must be one of the newcomers.” He looked Nightwish up and down. “I can tell by your accent.”

The young tom by Nightwish’s side huffed. “Only by that, of course.”

“You’d best watch your tone, young kit.” Old Tom stared down at his son. “Respect your elders.”

“You also tell me not to steal, yet you just had your paw in that mixing bowl.”

Old Tom flicked his ears and gave his chest a few quick licks in embarrassment. “I did no such thing.”

“You also tell me not to lie—”

“Oh, all right! That’s enough. Mercy, I plead mercy!”

The cat preened, waving his tail. His smugness radiated off of him. “Got you again.”

Old Tom stuck his ears out sideways, which made him look rather goofy. “Out with you, Roo, or you’ll pull another over on me.”

Flight (Castle 2)

She shrieked and twisted, and he lunged forward to close his jaws on her wing. Bones crunched. He tasted blood. Galewen screeched. They landed, and everything went black for several seconds.

Tunnels collapsed under their combined weight. Looking around, he saw they were near to the humans once more, although too far for him to know if anyone was hurt or not.Galewen’s wing flopped as she tried in vain to get elevation. Her rage outmatched the pain. Streaks of red stained her side as rain washed the blood away. Faerdega leaped away from her, back towards the humans. Even with her flight taken from her, she was too strong for him. He felt weak and tired, and she just kept getting stronger as her fury grew.

#find the words #find the word tag #find the word game #tag game #writer games #open tag #open to everyone #original fiction #original characters #my writing #yavs writing #castle in the ice #castle in the ice series

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satashiiwrites · 1 year

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Fuck it Friday

tagged by @monsterrae1 to share something for Fuck it Friday. Thanks for the tag! Tagging whoever wants to play along, @tkwritesdumbassassins @outtoshatter (no pressure) or anyone else who wants to play along.

Posting an older wip that I should totally work on at some point…

Title: If I See You in My Dreams

Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda

Pairing: MReyder as always

Tags/warnings: first draft. Reyes has prophetic dreams and it doesn’t always end well for him or his family historically.

Keema stared at him for a moment, hesitating before joining Evfra and the others. “Sholaon?” She asked quietly.

He shook his head, biting his cheek instead of speaking. Sara and half of Scott’s team was still in there and Scott didn’t need him too. Reyes just needed to convince his feet to move and be productive doing something—anything—that wasn’t here.

Gently patting his jaw with her hand, Keema gave him a pitying look before she entered the small medbay. She purposefully left the door ajar instead of letting it close behind her.

“Scott Ryder—I hope you are well,” her greeting carried out into the hallway, spoken loud enough for Reyes to easily hear.

“Keema,” Scott’s voice was a bit soft but still distinct. “I’m okay. How are you.”

“I am good Scott Ryder.”

“Do I have to remind you it’s just Scott? Again?”

Keema laughed. “At least once more Sholaon.”

There was nervous laughter that sounded like Scott’s. “So how did you know we needed your help? You got here so fast that it couldn’t have been the distress call.”

There was a pregnant silence with neither Evfra nor Keema answering. “Yes how did you know how to find Meridian?” Jaal—the smug bastard—asked.

Evfra cleared his throat. “We were forewarned and it is good that we got here in time to assist. Had the Kett taken Meridian it would have been difficult to unseat them.”

“Yeah it would have,” Scott agreed. “But seriously. Who alerted you? I didn’t know you guys had such good kett intel.”

Reyes could feel the awkward silence and visualized Keema and Evfra debating what to tell his lover since Scott didn’t seem to be in the know. “You should ask our mutual friend,” Keema finally said.

“What?” Scott’s question was pure confusion while a woman’s voice Reyes sort of recognized asked, “Who’s your mutual friend?”

More silence. Reyes rubbed at his face tiredly,

“Forewarned. You said you were forewarned.” His lover sounded like he was deep in thought.

“Yes. As I have been told you humans have a saying that forewarned is forearmed.”

Scott snorted. “Of course he’d say that.”

There was a few titters from what sounded like Peebee and Liam as well as a growl from Jaal. Why was he the one angaran who didn’t like Reyes on sight? Had he offended Jaal in a previous life?

He didn’t need to stand here listening to this. Scott was up and talking. He’d… he’d find Reyes later or Reyes would just message him to stop by Kadara when he had a chance. Reyes slunk away down the slightly tilted hallways and out onto the surface, using the same emergency hatch exit he’d used to climb aboard the Hyperion. Finding his people, he started directing them to help with the cleanup of the remaining kett forces. They needed to make sure none escaped.

Quickly becoming buried in the work of organizing and coordinating between the Kadaran forces and the Resistance, hours slipped by and night fell. Reyes was nose deep in a compiled local map projection and talking with the scouting groups when he became aware that someone was standing behind him.

“Red-5 keep your heading. Take Red-3 and Blue-8 with you. There’s a tangle of the Scourge ahead so keep your speed down and reply back every five.”

“Acknowledged. Reply back every five,” the pilot said. “Red-5 out.”

Dimming the map so it wasn’t blinding him, Reyes looked over his shoulder to see Scott had managed to escape the infirmary and was leaning against a stack of crates. He was wearing a soft looking Initaitve hoodie with his arm in a sling but his legs were still encased in armor and his boots that were pretty scuffed up. His vida looked tired, eyes bruised and skin pale as he studied Reyes with eyes that were gleaming electric blue in the reflected light from the map. In his hands he had two mugs that steamed invitingly and he held one out to Reyes.

“How are we doing?” Scott pointed his chin towards the dimmed map.

Reyes shrugged and took a sip of the coffee which must have come from the Hyperion. “Mop up. It’ll take a bit.”

Scott frowned, eyes following the movement of fighters on the map. “How many kett are the still finding?”

“More than a few.” There had been a surprising number of kett fighters that had scattered after the Verakan had been scuttled by the Architect. There wasn’t much left of the Archon’s flagship but they’d had to push the other dreadnaught into crashing into the Scourge and that ship had time to try and evacuate so they were hunting all the escape pods and fighters that had been ejected before it’d blown.

Silent, Scott was still looking at him. “What?”

“Evfra said that the intel about the Archon heading to Meridian came from you—before I sent out that distress call.” He said it as a statement not a question.

“Yes?” Reyes deflected. “You needed help.”

Scott’s lips twisted as he pressed them together in displeasure. “How did you know? You knew before.”

“Are you accusing me of something?” Reyes asked mildly, not admitting to anything. He was curious what was going on in his vida’s head.

“I’m not. I just find it interesting how you’re able to know these things. It’s almost like…”

“Like what?”

“Like you can see the future.”

Reyes scoffed, nervous and trying to deflect.

“Don’t,” Scott said sharply, setting his mug down and approaching Reyes until there was less than a handbreadth between their chests, eyes searching Reyes’ face. “You’re scared. Of what I’m not sure.”

“I’m not scared of you,” Reyes admitted softly, shoulders slumping. “I… it’s difficult to talk about.”

“How you got the intel?”

“No—well yes.” Scott was scowling now but he was reaching for Reyes to draw him in closer, free arm wrapping around his waist to close the gap between their bodies.

“You know you can tell me anything right? That what you tell me stays between us? I may be Initiative but you and me… we’re… we’re what? Boyfriends?”

“Partners,” Reyes disagreed immediately trying not to make a face at being tagged Scott’s boyfriend. “Boyfriends implies we are just trying each other out.”

“And we’re not,” Scott agreed.

“We’re more than boyfriends… at least to me,” Reyes admitted softly.

“Good to know I’m not the only one.” The scowl disappeared but there was still a worried wrinkle around the eyes. “But seriously Rey, you can tell me anything.”

“What if this changes how you feel about me? What if it’s… something that makes you think differently of me?” He hadn’t been this anxious about telling Keema as he’d been too terrified at the time of Scott dying.

Scott shook his head in swift denial. “I think there’s very little you could say that would change how I feel about you… which… I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you. I know it hasn’t been that long but I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

“Mi vida,” Reyes couldn’t stop himself and he was kissing Scott, hands coming up to cup around his face to get a better angle after setting the coffee down. Scott went willingly, mouth opening under Reyes’ as they shared breath. It was like coming home and it settled something in Reyes as they moved against one another. Scott was alive and here in his arms, out of danger and in love with him.

His dreams were coming true. All of them and it wasn’t the ones bathed in pain and blood.

Pulling back to breathe, Reyes leaned his forehead against Scott’s with his eyes closed. “Sometimes… sometimes I see things.”

The arm around his waist squeezed and released but still held him. “What kind of things?”

Reluctantly, Reyes opened his eyes. This close, Scott’s eyes were the sapphire blue of twilight and focused fully on him. “Possible futures… and sometimes the past.”

“Really?” Scott didn’t sound like he disbelieved Reyes but instead like he was processing. “Like how?”

Shrugging, Reyes tried to put a bit of distance between their bodies but Scott didn’t let him escape. “I dream every night… and the closer it is to the present the sharper it gets as there are less possible outcomes.”

“And it comes true?”

He could only nod, trapped by Scott but unwilling to pull away again.

“Huh.” Scott looked thoughtful, gaze unfocused as he processed Reyes’ confession.

“I thought for the longest time that I wouldn’t get to meet you.”

“What?” Scott’s eyes sharpened and the arm tightened again. “What do you mean?”

Biting his lips, Reyes tried to explain. “I saw…something terrible happening. War and so many deaths—genocide. It was why I joined the Initiative. I thought it would take me away from you.”

“How long have you been seeing me in your future dreams?”

“Since before I can remember.” Scott had been there forever except for the almost two years before the Hyperion had entered Heleus after he’d awakened from six hundred years of cryo which he thankfully didn’t remember any dreams from.

Scott stared at him. “You’ve… you’ve been dreaming of me that long?”

Blushing, Reyes dropped his eyes to look down at Scott’s chest. “You’ve been the love of my dreams forever.”

Scott shifted and that band-like arm released him so that it could catch his chin and tilt it so he had no choice but to look at Scott so he closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see the shock and horror he was sure he’d find. “Rey—look at me please.”

“No. Mi vida please I mean that I’ve—“

Scott shut him up by kissing him again. When he spoke it was against Reyes’ mouth. “You’ve been in love with me that long?”

Nodding dumbly, Reyes didn’t resist when Scott went back to kissing him, tongues tangling. Somehow, he ended up stumbling backwards into a stack of crates, Scott’s body pressing firmly into him like he wanted to climb under Reyes’ skin. Trapped between Scott and the hard surface, Reyes could only cling to his vida.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Scott whispered against his mouth. “I think you would only have to ask me and I’d do anything for you.”

“Never that,” Reyes said horrified. “Mi vida—“

“Love you,” Scott interrupted. “So tell me… what do you see in our future. A bed?”

Caught flat-footed, Reyes looked around them. There was nothing but stacked crates and anyone could wander by at any time. Scott snorted and then was laughing, his weight still pinning Reyes against the crates.

“It doesn’t quite work that way,” Reyes grumbled.

“Oh it doesn’t does it? Because I definitely see a bed in our future.”

“Where?” Reyes gestured.

“I do have a suite on the Hyperion… with a very comfortable bed… and possibly a shower,” he said wrinkling his nose. “We’re both kinda gross and I don’t know about you…”

That was when Red-5 did his five minute check in and made them freeze. “Red-5 no kett sightings. Continuing on our heading.”

“Acknowledged,” Reyes said into his comm before flicking it back off. “I need to continue coordinating.”

“But later?” Scott arched an eyebrow suggestively.

“Later. Give me an hour or two?” He should have the majority of this done by then and he could hand off anything that wasn’t.

“Fine,” Scott sighed leaning in for another brief kiss. “But only an hour or two and then I expect you in our bed.”

“Our?”

Backing up with a mischievous grin, hair disheveled from where Reyes’ hands had been tangled in it, Scott purposefully gave a long leer at Reyes. “What’s mine is yours? What’s yours is mine?”

Laughing, Reyes could only nod in agreement. “Yes mi vida. Let me get this finished and I will join you.”

“Can’t wait. Don’t make me hunt you down again.” Scott disappeared in the maze of packing crates with a wink.

#If i see you in my dreams #mreyder #Reyes has prophetic dreams #fuck it friday #i really should work on this

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observeowl · 2 years

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Prosopagnosia N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: R has a disorder and the cute moment between R and Natasha

Reader POV I have Prosopagnosia or more easily known as facial recognition disorder or face blindness. You may wonder, why would SHIELD recruit someone like me who can’t even figure out who they are talking to? Well, you see, I have developed my skills to identify people based on their actions and body language. This was how Natasha and I got together. She may be able to hide her emotions, but her body language would slip up at times.

Tony was the easiest to identify, always being so smug and his actions are very big. Bruce always has his hands together. Wanda plays with her sleeves at times and Thor is just loud.

Nowadays, technology is getting more advanced and Hydra people are starting to hide their faces with technology. Their actions, however, still remained the same. This is where I would come in. SHIELD gave previous video recordings of the guy named Ryder they wish to identify and I’ll have to go through tons of CCTV recordings to find him. Why isn’t there technology for this yet?

After going through stacks and stacks of CCTV, I still did not manage to identify him. Other colleagues often make fun of me or talk behind my back that I have an easy job. But it’s often the easy job that is boring. Having to sit in front of the computer all day and fear that you missed something out and have to go through it all again is not fun. I have changed my glasses prescriptions many times because I often burn the midnight oil to rush through things.

I decided to give myself a break and put my head down. Looking at the computer really makes my eyes hurt.

Natasha POV I came to look for my girlfriend so we could go back to the Avengers compound together but I saw her sitting alone in the office when everyone had left already. We came to work together in the morning and I doubt she left her seat since then.

“You are still going through the CCTV?” I asked her.

She looked at me with her tired eyes and said “Fury needs it tomorrow.”

I walked behind her and gave her a massage on her temples. I know late nights like this cause her a lot of stress and headache. She leaned into me and relaxed a little. “Let me help you.” She turned to look at me. “You? Can you?”

I cupped her face and she leaned into my touch. “Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.”

“Fine, but we’ll do it together.” She started playing the video again. I lift her up and place her on my lap. We watched through a couple of videos before she started rewinding a couple of parts.

“Did you see anything?” I asked and she only hummed in reply, I know she’s concentrating so I kept quiet. “I think it’s this guy.” She pointed at her computer. “He always scratches his elbow then behind his ears, look.” She replayed the section of the video again.

“That’s right. We can tell Fury the location tomorrow. He’ll send someone there to check things out.”

“Finally…” Y/N collapsed into my body. “I’m so tired.” She clung onto my body as I wrapped things up. I don’t think she ate anything the whole day but I also don’t want to wake her up from her sleep. Against my best interest, I woke her up when we were back in the compound. She grumbled in her sleep.

“You have to eat, otherwise you will be grumpy tomorrow morning.” I stated. I made simple pancakes since she wouldn’t eat much anyway. I cut everything into bite sizes for her to make it easier.

“You look like a zombie, Y/N!” Wanda came into the kitchen for some water.

“Sorry, you are…?” She couldn’t recognise her since she’s so tired and there isn’t time to analyse her yet.

“It’s Wanda.” She replied understandingly.

“Sorry, my brain has shut off already.”

Wanda left the kitchen, leaving us alone. Y/N was nodding off and I managed to catch her head before knocking on the plate. I picked her up and went into our room to set her down in bed before tucking in with her. She always pushes herself more than she needs to.

>next morning<

I wake up to see her staring at me. I would like to be kind but it’s a bit scary in the morning.

“Why are you staring?”

“I love you with all my heart. I just want you to know that I see every part of you even though I cannot picture it together. Your eyes, hair and lips. I know it all.”

“Yes, I know.” I kissed her forehead.

“You can never leave me. I will always find you. You can never hide from me.” She said as she snuggled into my chest.

#natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu fanfiction #SHIELD #disorder #girlfriend #natasha x reader #natasha x you #Prosopagnosia #my writing

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The Breakups (Part 3/4)

Date: July 21, 2015 Age: 17 Characters Mentioned: Ryder Astrea, Skylar Clarke-Iz’an Description: This series goes through how each of Robin’s past relationships ended. (See this post)

“Hey, baby, long time no see,” Harley answered the door, a smug expression on his face when he saw who it was. Robin watched the erkuss basically do a full-body scan, and then settle his eyes on the newest addition to his appearance: his earrings. “When did you do that?” Harley asked, incredulously.

“Oh, uhm, a couple days ago,” Robin squirmed. “It was a spur-of-the-moment decision,” he said as a lie. He’d ordered the kit and planned to pierce his own ears for weeks. But he didn’t know what answer Harley wanted to hear. His boyfriend looked to be considering these words, then without warning, he reached his hand up to Robin’s ear and used his electromagnetism to sharply pull the earring. He gave a smirk at Robin’s reaction to the pain.

“Ouch, what the fuck--” Robin clutched his ear.

“Relax,” Harley sneered, then stepped back to offer Robin to come inside. “Do you want to hang out? Or did you just remember you had a boyfriend and you came over to do your monthly check-up?”

His ear was throbbing, and he did want to go home now, but the taunt worked. “I came to hang out,” he answered stiffly, “If that’s all right.” Harley nodded with a smirk, and Robin crossed the threshold into the apartment and walked the familiar path to his room. A large amount of trashed comic books, food wrappers, and dirty clothes littered the floor, which made Robin’s eye twitch, but he said nothing, deciding to sit on Harley’s unmade bed and pull out his Gameboy Advance from his backpack. Harley wasn’t far behind, and he shut the door behind him.

His boyfriend usually talked quite a lot, but he was being suspiciously quiet, and Robin knew something was on his mind when he moved to sit at his desk chair instead of on the bed with him. “What?” Robin asked while still looking down at his game, willing Harley to get on with it.

Harley grabbed a pen and started clicking it over and over, squinting. “How did you get your ears pierced?”

He supposed it made sense they were still on this topic. “I did them myself,” Robin answered. “It wasn’t painless by a long shot, but it was pretty easy.”

“Hmm,” this answer didn’t seem to surprise Harley, but he did seem much deeper in thought. “Did Ryder get their ears pierced, too?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“No reason,” Harley said quickly, setting to disassembling and reassembling his pen. Robin was curious, but he waited without speaking while playing a bit of his game, while knowing Harley hated silence and would want to fill that silence with words. And his hypothesis was correct. “I bet…” Harley said carefully, “That Ryder looks really good with earrings.”

“Uh. Yeah, definitely,” Robin finally looked up with a questioning tone, wondering why Harley was saying this. It could have simply been a matter of observation.

Harley was not looking at him, but gave a short laugh. “Maybe even better than you do.”

Robin paused. He must have misunderstood what his boyfriend said. He moved to the edge of the mattress. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Harley raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I just mean that Ryder is the cuter one out of you two.” When he saw Robin’s expression of disbelief, he snorted. “Come on. I figured you knew this already. You’re hot, of course, but you’re just not at Ryder’s level. You don’t need to get upset over this.”

He felt his face instantly burning. “Is this something you’ve always thought?” Robin asked stiffly.

Harley only shrugged. “Well, yeah. But listen, it’s not a big deal, all right? I already said you’re hot. And I said yes to you, didn’t I? So, let’s just forget I said anything.” He reached over to slide his hand to the inside of Robin’s thigh, but he moved over and out of his reach.

“So, you’ve just been settling for me this whole time?” Robin asked, hating how pathetic he sounded. “If you like my brother so much, why not just say so from the beginning?”

“Yeah,” he gave a roll of his eyes. “Because I was going to say ‘No, I can’t date you, but I think your brother is cute. Hey, do you mind setting me up with them?’ I mean, there’s nothing wrong with you, so I went for it.” He shrugged.

Robin had been waiting for a genuine reason for them to break up, and well, here it was. But he wasn’t prepared for how hurt he would feel, and how sudden it was. He was shocked, sure, but it was quickly turning into anger. “I think that we’re over,” he said, feeling himself grow cold, while pulling his bag strap over one shoulder and standing up. “Please…lose my number, and don’t talk to me at school,” he turned to leave, but was pulled back when he felt a force tugging on the zippers of his backpack.

“Come on, Robin, don’t be so dramatic. You’re really going to give us up like that? Over nothing?” He felt Harley come up behind him and take his wrist, but Robin easily wrenched it away.

“Yes, I really am,” Robin answered with a narrowing of his eyes. “And you know what the stupidest part of this is? If you had told me exactly that from the beginning, that you thought Ryder was cute instead and you needed help with talking to them, I would have done it, no question.” But he was secretly glad it was him who had to deal with someone like Harley for a boyfriend, now that he was finally thinking about the events of the past month or so with a clearer head. “Maybe think about that. Goodbye, Harley.” He left without pausing to stay for his reaction.

After smoothly walking out of the erkuss’ room and apartment, he broke into a sprint and couldn’t get to his own house fast enough. Robin darted up the stairs and to his bedroom, then shut his door and locked it. All of it: the past month or so, his first kiss, having sex for the first time…it felt like a waste. He fell onto his bed and pulled the covers over himself. Telling Sky or the rest of his family what had happened, telling Ryder, didn’t feel like an option right now.

#self para #headcanons #discord thread #the breakups

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nobleburn · 2 years

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Somehow, for some reason, Ryder ended up agreeing to escort her. Why he did, he didn't know, but Nikolette was someone difficult to refuse because she'd find some way to get her way. He honestly couldn't remember where they were going but he certainly hoped this was nothing too serious. Still, at least he knew one of the rules of escorting, and it was to place a kiss on the back of the lady's hand. While he wasn't close to her, this was still a plausible task—as long as he turned his brain off to prevent his brain from flipping the anxiety switch. Taking hold of her hand as though he were handling a fragile piece of porcelain, Ryder raised it as he lowered his chin, gently pressing his lips to the back of her glove before distancing himself and releasing her hand. Before she could catch a glimpse of his face, the boy stepped ahead of her, hoping to hide the embarrassment he felt after the fact (although, she might notice the red blossoming on his ears). Extending his hand out towards her for her to take, Ryder tried to keep himself from showing his flusteredness, ❝ S-Shall we head out then?? ❞ he croaked out awkwardly, completely failing in his efforts to keep his composure.

A smug smile grew on Nikolette's lips. "Ah, so you can learn something when you put your mind to it." And etiquette no less, clearly among the most important of all skills. "Good boy," she teased, patting him on the head in a patronizing motion. Yes, perhaps Ryder wasn't entirely hopeless. She had been right all along, not that she was surprised to see it. If he was to fulfill any level of potential, he simply would need the right peerless noble to guide him appropriately. Luckily for him, she was such a noble.

Taking his hand, she stepped past him, not allowing even a moment's doubt about who was leading the pair as she pulled him along. "We shall," was her answer. "Do try to keep up, won't you Ryder? I'd hate to be late." The market had a tendency to become busy at this hour, and if she had to waste time, Ryder would get another opportunity to see how ill-tempered she could become.

#aeipathcy #presently untitled 3h verse #thanks for the ask!

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“you looked so jealous. it was so cool.” from marvel

The words had an unpleasant feeling prickling at the back of his neck like a disgruntled cat. He didn't know what he hated more: The feeling that washed over him or the fact that Marvel was enjoying himself. In that moment, Ryder wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off of the other Tribute's face. Despite the way that he knew that anything he did would only make Marvel even more smug than he already was. Which was the last thing that Ryder wanted.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Attention flickered back to the stick that he was in the middle of whittling into a point. Something to keep himself busy. It was easier to ignore Marvel flirting with everyone. "Fuck off."

#narrativedoomed #( have this i guess ; answered. )#( procrastinate until you die ; queue. )#him being grumpy when he's called out <3

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BOYFRIEND TIME

#blank becomes increasingly annoyed at mea #(not really but that's my mea gaming tag)#on the one hand I'm annoyed that my saves got deleted #on the other hand HE #bless this big purple snake man #thinkin about what's going through Jaal's head tho #like him just marching up to Ryder comes off as being kinda threatening #plus the whole I can kill you in your sleep thing later #then Ryder's just like super sorry!!! we totes didn't mean it also our ship's on fire pls help??#He's defs amused if nothing else #but!!!#it's such a soft smile?#like it looks too genuine to be 100% smug #perhaps it's.......reassuring even?#(and totes unintentional if it is lol)#considering Jaal feels so inadequate about his place in the resistance #he probs knows how it feels to feel like you screwed up #(and then it's back to business and being suspicious of Ryder because can't let the alien know you sympathise with th #em almost immediately)#HELL YEAH I THINK ABOUT THIS SCENE ALL THE DAMN TIME

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lukeevangelista · 2 years

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you're full of shit pt 2 - ryder donovan

hiii this was highly requested so here it is.

ill also link part one here

not edited!!

tags; @ohpuckyeah @hockey-lover86

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"you can't just tell me this and not want me to say anything though shay." you whispered as the two of you sat on his bed.

"you think you’re the only one in this situation now?" he lightly laughed, "you just told me you're in love with ryder.."

"yeah," you sighed, "i shouldn't have said anything either." you looked at him, watching his face fall, "you literally accidentally told me about stupid. what makes me think you can keep this quiet?"

shay didn't respond. he didn’t know how honestly; he knew you were right. he accidentally exposed his brother’s secret, but yet, he didn’t feel bad at all.

"i think you should tell him."

"i think you're full of shit too, just like ryder."

"y/n.." he softly started, "you can't let this get worse without telling the other. it'll just break you more in the long run."

"he broke me when he started dating her."

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"you cannot be serious right now." you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying not to hit the nasally girl sitting across from you as she told some clearly made up story.

"y/n, manners." your mom reprimanded you.

you mocked her lowly under your breath, causing shay to giggle at you and your actions. ryder watched you from across the table, his gaze harding as he watched you and shay interact.

"keep talking to me like this." shay whispered as he leaned towards you, his lips going to your ear as he placed his arm on the back of your chair, "giggle or something. he's watching and he's pissed." he continued as you let out a giggle, pulling ryder’s attention back to you two.

dinner ended not long after the interaction between you and shay; and the more time you spent with shay, the more ryder got pissed off. your families, your moms hanging back inside, decided to go out to the fire pit in the donovan's backyard, ryder's girlfriend immediately claiming a spot for her and ryder, a hesitant look on his face as he sat next to her, her wrapping the blanket she had brought out for them around him too.

"come here sweet cheeks." shay grinned at you as he opened the blanket he had brought making room for you in his chair.

"there's not enough room for both of us shay." you laughed as you walked over to him.

"i'll make room." he smugly smirked back as he tugged you down onto his lap, tucking the blanket around you, "i'm trying to help you, you little shit." he laughed, you letting out one as well.

"well, thanks. i appreciate you." you softly replied as you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

now, if ryder could be compared to anything right now, it would definitely be one of the cartoon characters where their faces turn red and smoke come out of their ears.

your eyes met ryder's, him immediately looking away, pressing a kiss to his girlfriends forehead before giving you a smug smirk.

"shay. you might have to kiss me." you whispered as you felt shay's arms tighten around your waist.

"what?"

"he's playing that game he does..” you started, “well two can play his game." you said as you leaned up, looking into shay's eyes', a smirk tugging at his lips.

"don't mind if i do." he grinned as he placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you towards him; your lips meeting moments later.

you heard snow crunching and a chair ruffle as someone pulled you off of shay's lap. all you could see is the fluffy haired brunette dragging you towards the house.

"maybe you should leave now." clara grinned at ryder's girlfriend, vanessa giving her a fist bump as she huffed and stood up, walking towards the house, knowing she had lost this one.

"what the fuck was that?" ryder shouted as soon as he drug you into his room, the door slamming behind you.

"what the hell are you talking about?" you yelled back, creating space between the two of you.

neither of you cared about your parents being downstairs as they all knew you two needed to hash this out before it got worse. your dads had joined your moms the moment they had gotten the fire started for you guys.

"you and my brother!"

"what does it matter to you?" you sarcastically laughed, "you have the queen of bimbos out there." you said as you walked closer to him, you two now being chest to chest.

ryder let out an angry breath, his eyes glaring down at you as his jawline clenched and unclenched, not giving you a verbal response, but you knew. you knew by his actions and the way he was acting now that it was just you two.

he didn't know how to respond to you. he was pissed at you. pissed at shay, and pissed at the girl that was downstairs. he couldn't help but feel bad that she was just a pawn in this game between the two of you, but he didnt care anymore. he was done hiding his feelings for you and he definitely wasn't letting shay get you.

you scoffed, going to move away from him, "figures. you've never been able to fight your own battles ryder."

you had taken a couple of steps back from him, going to open the door, but you were stopped by ryder grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest.

he dipped his head, his lips meeting yours, them moving in sync as his left hand pressed into your lower back, pressing you against him and his right hand on the back of your head. your hands went to his chest before slowing sliding them up and interlacing your fingers around his neck.

"ryder.." you mumbled as you both pulled away breathlessly, "what was that?"

ryder started stumbling over his words, not knowing how to respond to it all, "i-uh- i dont know."

"why did you kiss me?"

"i don't know."

"what the fuck do you know then ryder?" you hissed as you pulled yourself away from him, trying to get him to move his hands.

"i'll tell you," he said as he held you closer, not letting you move, "i know i'm in love with you. i know i have been since we were little. i know you're pissed at me and i know you'll be even more pissed at me because i'm just dropping this on you. i know seeing you interact with shay the way you did infuriates me. and i know i'll do anything to get back in your good graces." he whispered as his hand moved from the back of your head to your cheek, his thumb softly brushing.

your eyes met his as you let out a sigh, him staring at you as he let out his whole spill.

"i'm so sorry y/n."

"i know you are ryds." you started. you always knew ryder wasn’t good with words, but the fact he just spilled his heart to you, you knew he meant every work he said, "shay told me everything." you admitted, "i was just waiting for you to say something.. anything but it felt like you never were going to so it was easier to be mad at you than talk to you."

"that makes sense." he stated, "but i'll do anything, just for you to let me take you out on a date."

"i think that can be arranged donovan." you grinned as you pulled his lips back to yours, “you need to thank shay.” you told him, “he’s the reason you got jealous.”

“i was not-“

“yes you were!” you heard shay holler through the door, “i’ll take my thank you in a form of a nice steak dinner.”

#ryder donovan imagine #ryder donovan #soft thoughts w/ari

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