#TY NONNIE !!! been getting so many asks today I loves it!!!

[peterman-spideyparker]

i know karen page is not really fave of yours but you write her well enough that i think i should bring this to you. so daredevil was 2015-18 and the word was not coined yet but now that its coming back, how do you think karen would react about people who are being “a karen”. yknow, the smarmy & bitchy women. would foggy & matt tease her when she’s in a tetchy mood and tell her to ‘stop being a karen’ but in an affectionate way? how would she react about her name having that new meaning? ty 🙏

Hey, Nonny, thanks for the ask!! *hugs* and thank you!!!! I feel it’s a worry of all fanfic writers that they might not capture a character right or they’re worried about how they’re writing a character, so hearing something like that is a real encouragement.

And, I mean, I think Karen is okay, I just really wish they would have wrote her character differently. It’s like they leaned in on a few different extremes and tried to smush them together without really thinking about it and kinda flip flopped on too many different things. Anyways, I digress, cuz I wanna get to your ask!

I think Karen would definitely have mixed feelings about it. Like, she knows that labeling is a thing and that groups of people and certain behaviors need to have a name, but I feel she might have a different name for ordering/shopping/etc.

That being said, I feel it would slowly wear at her—almost to the same extent as when you work with someone and they constantly misspell your name or call you by the wrong name/mispronounce your name.

I feel Matt and Foggy only use ‘Karen’ as a verb occasionally when they talk about maybe an opposing client or an experience, because they don’t want to risk Karen getting upset. She is there fried, after all, and while you can tease friends, you never want to push them past their limit.

Most of the time, she doesn’t mind when they mention it in casual conversation.

Sometimes, she’d joke “How much of a Karen? On a scale of ‘me-Karen’ to ‘well-see-this-on-the-news-Karen’?”

But if they call Karen a Karen?

Oooohhhhh boy.

They would rue the day.

I mean, I can see it happening on a day when she’s already in a bad mood. So bringing this up?

Maybe Matt or Foggy would ask for follow up on case research or if she was able to reach a character witness or something, and she’d give them a short or snippy response and say she’s been busy with other things.

I love Foggy, but my gut says Foggy unleashes her wrath. He’d say “Okay, Karen” as both an affirmative response to her and a snide little remark.

And all three of them would know immedately and simultaneously that serious shit would hit the fan.

“Christ, I am so sick of hearing that!” she shouts. “What did I ever do to have people think of me as a ‘Karen’? I’m helpful, I’m polite, but then people hear my name and they thing they have free rein to just use it and throw it around all of the time! I’m sick of it!”

“Karen, you know he didn’t mean it like that,” Matt tries.

“Really, Matt? Your super hearing couldn’t pick up on that?”

“Karen, I’m really sorry,” Foggy pleas. “I didn’t mean to offend you. But you have every right to be mad at me.”

Then Karen would close her eyes an let out a long sigh. “These last two weeks have just been so stressful. I’m sorry.”

“Well . . . Today has been slow. How about we close early?” Matt suggests. “We could try that new pizzeria a few blocks over?”

They’d all quietly agree and grab their things.

“I’m sorry I was such a Karen,” she says. Foggy and Matt wrap her in a tight hug to let her know that her reaction was justified and that they’re sorry.

Even still, the phrase ‘Karen’ is very rarely used in their practice—put on special reserve for the *extra difficult* people they encounter in the practice.

Alternatively, I can see Foggy proposing an alternative name for the designated difficult people—perhaps choosing a name of someone that they all have a shared dislike for. Maybe a “Beverly” or a “Trish”. (Idk those were the first names that came to my head I’m sure if you’re a Beverly or a Trish reading this you’re a lovely person)

#ask #anon ask #marvel ask #character ask #Karen page #daredevil #daredevil disney+ #daredevil netflix #Matt Murdock #foggy nelson

[deathtriangles]

Speaking of the TBS tournament, how have you been liking it so far and who do you think is gonna win it?

I’ve really been enjoying it, I have to say!!!! especially the first two matches, I thought they were fabulous and I love how existing and past stories are being woven into it too! as for the winner………my head says jade but my heart says statlander! tbh though, I’d be fine with any of the remaining competitors winning!

#TY NONNIE !!! been getting so many asks today I loves it!!! #but yes I’ve really been enjoying the tournament #Shida vs deeb 2 ofc was my fave match! #and I’m super excited for soho vs statlander as well #x . amy speaks

[kurlyfrasier]

Love Unknown (Part 1)

My dearest, most patient Nonny (you know who you are). I give you; PART ONE of your request. I hate that you’ve had to wait such a ridiculously long time for your request, so I thought I’d go ahead and give you the first bit. I hope you enjoy! Also, you never specified if you wanted the Reader and Raph to be in a relationship already so I hope you don’t mind that they are not in one at the moment.

Pairing: Raph x Reader

The Request (includes obvious warnings): its about angst, (spoiler), fight, blood and (spoiler again). ok, raph had a fight with reader so he say bad things to her, so he listens music (ZAYN & Sia - Dusk Till Dawn) because he was sad and crying but she could never hate raph, so after raph... (I’m leaving this part out of the request so there’s not so many spoilers) ....so he goes to reader and they make up. (possible trigger warning in tags that I took out of this request; may have to expand tags to see it)

A/N: I actually don’t watch any of the TMNT series’ so I know nothing about Destructor X (I’m assuming that’s who you wanted as the villain. I had to look it up). So, I took the liberty of changing the villain to one I know a tiny, itty bitty bit more about. I sincerely apologize if this ruins it for you. Also, this is a first draft.

Disclaimer: I own no TMNT anything, nor do I know any NYC geography, song belongs to Zayn & Sia, and last - but not least - Nonny owns this lovely, specific request! Honestly, I could do SO MUCH with this and it was hard to choose how to go about it. Last thing, I promise: If anyone thinks of a better title, PLEASE SHARE IT cuz I am terrible at coming up with titles.

Word Count: 1189

Raph fell onto his bed with a loud huff, body trembling from the hours-long workout he just finished. Yet, he was still angry - at himself more so than you. The words he spouted at you in a jealous rage- He shook his head, barely hearing the music blasting through his overly-large headphones as he recalled you wrestling with Mikey. His hand hovered, prepared to rip his headphones off, when the song changed to one you must have added to his playlist. You always did silly things like that; instilling bits of yourself into the turtles lives. They all loved it. 

Especially him. 

Especially on the days when you weren’t able to come visit.

Today had not been one of those days, but he had ruined it minutes into your visit.

His arm landed heavily next to him. Savoring the song, he closed his eyes. Unable to stop himself from falling for you even harder than he already had. A tear escaped, sliding down his cheek. Everything about the song reminded him of how he wished he could be with you. How he wanted to be there with you from dusk to dawn. How he wished to watch the sunrise with you. How he wished he had the right to touch you as the song implied.

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“Something’s wrong,” Donnie whispered to Leo, pointing to a large screened device as Raph walked into the dojo, ready for patrol. “Her phone suddenly disconnected and I can’t pinpoint her on the GPS.”

Raph froze at his brother’s words, stomach sinking. He had a gut feeling they were talking about you. 

“Has she ever turned off her phone before?” Leo asked quietly, voice calm.

“Never,” Donnie emphatically shook his head, looking more worried by the second. “I’ve explained to her that she has to make sure her phone never dies and she nevers turns it off. Otherwise, if something happens…” He let the sentence hang.

“It’s possible (Y/n) forgot to charge her phone and-”

“That wouldn’t happen Leo!” Donnie whisper-shouted, shooting daggers at their brother. “She’s more responsible than that.”

“I know, I know,” Leo raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll go check her apartment and make sure everything’s okay.”

“What about R-”

“Don’t say anything until I get back,” Leo turned on his heel to find the very brother he was hoping to avoid, eyes widening slightly before forcing a neutral expression once more.

“Where ya goin’?” Raph asked, feigning nonchalance. Inside, he was raging, blood deafeningly pumped through his veins.

“Just getting some fresh air before we head out on patrol, is all,” he lied, making his way out of the dojo.

“I call bull,” Raph stated, eyes cold as he challenged their so-called leader, grabbing his brother’s arm in a vice-like grip. “What’s going on,” he growled out.

“It could be nothing, Raph. Calm-”

“(Y/n)’s phone is off,” Leo snapped his head in Donnie’s direction to find him marching their way. “Last I saw, she was headed East on Michigan Avenue.”

“When?”

“A couple of hours ago-”

“And you didn’t think to wake me!?” Raph released Leo to shake some sense into Donnie. He may have been a genius, but he could be a real dunce sometimes. “What if somethin’ happened to her! Huh!? What then!?”

“I thought-”

“It don’t matter what ya thought, Donnie!” Raph roared, shoving his brother away, causing him to stumble to the ground.

Next thing Raph knew, he and his brothers were topside, rain beating down on them in torrents as they headed East on Michigan, but he didn’t feel the cold. His only thoughts were of you; your scent, your hair, your laugh, that spark in your eye when you were up to something - or angry, now that he thought about it. Point was, if anything happened to you… he would never be able to forgive himself. Heck, he wasn’t sure he would live. You were his sunshine on his darkest days, the one thing he looked forward to most was seeing your smiling face. Not that you knew this, especially after your fight earlier in the day. 

One thing he knew for certain, on top of all that, was that he would never deserve you.

He was a monster. Something he proved all too well earlier that day and he wouldn’t be at all surprised if you hated him for it. Even he knew that he blew up for no good reason. 

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You were drenched, and not from the sprinkle of rain that hit you- how long ago was it now? You didn’t know. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. The warm, thick liquid dripped down your temple from the last blow Karai had given you with the butt of her tanto blade. Eyes closed, you let out a groan, head pounding from the memory.

They had left you; the lowly Foot Clan soldiers and Karai, but you knew they’d be back for more. Considering how silent you were about the turtles whereabouts, you basically guaranteed yourself a nice, long torture. Karai just had to go get her ‘tools’, as she called them. Personally, you thought her fists, feet, and tantos were enough. 

Opening your eyes, you sought a way to escape. Not that you had any luck so far ridding yourself of the deadly tight ropes tying you to the hard, metal chair you sat in. Still, the thought of escape had you squinting into the darkened room. The only light was when lightning struck in the sky, seeping through the windows close to the ceiling. There were a few open, allowing the booming thunder to roll easily to your ears and rain to drip down the walls. Stacks of boxes surrounded you. If they weren’t too terribly heavy, you might be able to move a stack to create a makeshift staircase to the windows. You wriggled, but it only seemed to tightened the ropes at your wrists and ankles.

With a deep breath you thought of Raph. He was your best friend. If you were to die tonight you hoped he knew you didn’t hate him. Knowing him, that’s exactly what was running through his head. He was so passionate about everything he did. He felt everything so much more than you did, it seemed. Except for maybe one thing; your love for him. Nothing he ever did or said would ever turn your heart away from him. Granted, you did wonder what shot him off this time. He almost never took his anger out on you unless you did something dangerous; like try to follow him on patrol or go through dark alleys or- Well, the list went on. You did like pushing his buttons, but you liked how much he worried over you even more. 

The small smile that crept onto your lips faded the moment Karai slammed open the door, making a grand entrance with a wheeled table covered in objects that reflected the bit of light that now lit the room, giving it an almost romantic glow. It was a small fight to stop the laugh that bubbled in your throat.

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Part 2

#tmnt #raph x reader #donnie #mikey #leo #angst #violence #blood #happy ending #my writing #fanfic #teenage mutant ninja turtles #some words that could be considered spoilers #enjoy! #character death #karai

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

i have an amazing idea for a book, truly could be an incredible story. one that i would love to read myself. two things tho, how tf do i write it when i suck so bad at writing and how tf do i get it all out of my brain. i wish i could just unhinge my skull and let it pour out like one does with warm laundry from the basket to the couch (for folding of course) but yet it’s stuck in there like a bird in a warehouse. i ask you because the way you churn out stories is awe inspiring and i was hoping you might have some words of advice for a dumbass 🥺 ty, ily, i hope you get to eat a brownie today 🧡

First of all nonny, thank you, I'm delighted that you like my writing so much. I'm really flattered that you want to come to me for advice. Hey @extasiswings you have an admirer!

Second of all, that is the mood of writers everywhere - wishing we could just pour our thoughts for the story onto the page and voila.

Third of all - to answer your question. The second part is easy. You get it out of your brain by writing it.

Which brings us back to the first part of the question. What if you're not great at writing yet? Well first of all - who gives a fuck? First drafts are called vomit drafts for a reason. The first draft only has to exist. That is all. It can be an utter pile of cliche shit. So long as it exists, that's all that matters. Get the story out of your head by writing it.

Many people find it helpful to voice record things instead of writing it, since they can't write as fast as their thoughts go, and they get caught up in whether or not something reads well as opposed to just vomiting out all the shit they need to. "I hate the sound of my own voice!" Tough titties, my ducklings! If you're going to let something like "I hate the sound of my voice" stop you then by all means don't force yourself, but what you're really saying is, "I don't care enough about this story to overcome my personal discomfort." Nobody's going to hear these voice recordings except you. Nobody's cringing. You just need to talk out the plot points or verbalize a really good bit of dialogue before it forever vanishes into the ether, and that's all you need.

(You will never get it entirely out of your brain until the story is finished, by the way. Welcome to being a writer.)

As for "sucking so bad..." there's only one cure for that, and nobody likes it. In fact, we loathe it.

The cure is to write.

Read books by authors whose writing you like and want to emulate. Watch well-written films and television. We practice what we are shown as examples, so give your brain good examples. And then just write! You will never, ever get good at something if you don't practice it. Not a single person woke up one day able to be a genius at [enter talent here]. Even the "prodigies" and the "natural talents" took training at some point, and quite intensive training usually.

I'm going to be honest with you, it will be a while before you write that story the way you see it in your head. It will be a while before you're satisfied. But that's okay. I've been writing for literally twenty years. That’s two decades of practice. And even I have my bad days! From roughly September last year until a month or so ago I hated every fic I wrote. My friends encouraged me to post them because they loved them. I didn’t think they were good enough. I still don’t. You mention how my friend and I can write stories for each other on demand. It took me twenty years to get to that place.

So be patient with yourself. Writing is a habit, a journey, a practice. If you really want to write a book, prepare to settle in for the long haul. The only way to get better is to write. The only way to get the story out of your head is to write it. The only way to not suck is to practice the thing you suck at. There’s no magical tricks, no secret ingredient, no special shortcuts. You just gotta write.

Of course, nobody is forcing you to do this. Please do not take this as some kind of “do this or else” message. But if you really, genuinely want to write something you’re proud of, then the only solution is to practice writing, and accept that improvement takes time.

“But what if I sit down and there’s no inspiration?” you say. Well, there’s the voice recording as I said, but also, treat writing like brushing your teeth. It’s not an art. It’s a habit that you have to practice every day in order to train your brain until it becomes automatic. Write at the same time, do the same thing every time before you write (like walk the dog) and be sure to reward yourself afterwards (get a cookie). Doing the same thing at the same time will mean that now, at 10am after you walked the dog, your brain goes “oh writing time!” and turns on that part of your brain. And because there’s a reward, your brain goes OH BOY COOKIE!!! and that motivates your brain. Start small. Don’t go by word count, go by time. Set a timer and for ten minutes write, even if what you write is “I fucking hate this shit and I’m shit and everything is shit.” Write literally anything! “They do this and then this and then this happens.” YAY! Eventually you’ll be able to fill that time, and then increase it. 15 minutes. 20 minutes. 25. 30. An hour. Don’t write for too long without a break. Twenty minutes of consistent steady writing with a break is better than an hour staring at a blank Word doc.

Again: be patient with yourself!

That’s really the only advice I can give you. Please remember, nonny dear, what you are seeing is the result of twenty years of nonstop practice. “Wow she just churns them out!” Well, sure, now I can. I couldn’t for the first ten years. Sometimes just because I can churn ‘em out doesn’t mean they’re any good. And I have my bad days and rough patches too. I have my periods where I don’t write anything at all. So be kind to yourself. Treat yourself. You and your story deserve it.

#mads answers things #also nonny your analogies in your ask were lovely #so I suspect you aren't as bad of a writer as you think you are

[tngrace]

“Are you fucking insane!?” For the prompts please! I loved your last work!! 💕

Awww thank you nonnie! I've enjoyed getting back into writing so im glad people are enjoying it. 🤗 this fic is inspired by this 911 scene with Athena when she's trying to get back into the dating scene. I was rolling with tears of laughter during it and I could just see it happening to Tarlos so I decided to write it. However I'm editing the scene to make it fit Tarlos and the situation; I don't think in the concept art, Carlos has a headboard but for this one shot pretend he does. Thank you for the ask nonnie & thank you @moviegeek03 for helping me figure out who they would call, how this scene could work, and all your support it means the world ❤ also thanks to my girls @toews-a-peek & @justkillingtimewhileiwait our little memory lane conversation today helped put me in the right mindset for this 😉😏🔥 🤣

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Carlos and TK had been out to the club with Paul. They were decompressing from the week like they usually did at least every couple of weeks depending on how their shifts lined up. Carlos had had his one beer minimum, and Paul was well on his way to a good time.

Ever since he and TK had been together, Carlos kept himself at one beer out of respect for his boyfriend. TK had told him it didn't bother him, but Carlos still wouldn't drink more. He didn't need to drink with TK, always feeling love drunk any time his boyfriend was close.

They'd been dancing and having a good time, the club scene allowing them to be as close and as handsy as they wanted. The energy was high, the music flowing through them;TK was currently grinding all over Carlos, hands everywhere, but Carlos was no better; the alcohol making him free with his hands and lips. Since he quit drinking as much, one beer does more to him than it shoud. His hands gripped TK's hips helping keep him steady as his lips stayed attached to TK's neck either whispering words of promise for later or placing kisses in all of TK's sensitive spots.

It doesn't take many more well placed kisses or promises of giving TK everything he wants, before TK is finding Paul and telling him they're heading out. He passes TK his keys, ever the responsible one even if it was one beer hours ago, as they head out. Carlos's hands wander the whole time TK's driving from his thigh up to TK's hips and crotch and back until TK is going crazy.

"Carlos I swear to God if you don't quit I'm gonna use your handcuffs and cuff your hands," TK whines as he's stopped at a red light. "We're almost home," he says with a smirk sent Carlos's way.

"You started it," Carlos pouts reminding TK how hard he'd made him inside the club. Carlos was just trying to return the teasing favor.

"I know. Just let me get us home so I don't wreck your other baby," he teases as he gives Carlos a quick kiss before he finishes driving them home.

Carlos rolls his eyes affectionately at TK but he does keep his hand still on TK's thigh as TK keeps driving. Once home, lips attack lips once more as they're trying to unlock the front door to stumble through.

Carlos manages to get the door unlocked and then he's spinning TK into the wall beside the TV as he kisses him senseless. TK is just as enthusiastic, pushing his hips into Carlos's, making breathy sighs and moans of pleasure encouraging Carlos not to stop.

"Were you serious about the cuffs?" Carlos murmurs in between kisses as TK flips them so Carlos is against the wall. His mind had been playing TK's threat on loop, and it slipped out before he could think it through. At TK's lust blown wide eyed nod, Carlos can't help but growl and lift TK into his arms, carrying him up the stairs to their bedroom.

He knows how much TK likes it when Carlos let's his dominate side out, and he's proved true as TK attacks his neck; Carlos is almost positive he's leaving a hickey, as TK let's out little whines and moans of pleasure. He drops TK on the bed and quickly strips as TK does the same, doing his best to wiggle out of his skin tight jeans.

Carlos gets his cuffs out of his utility belt that's hanging on the closet door as TK gets lube and a condom out. Carlos tosses the cuffs down beside him as he climbs over TK, pinning him down and kissing him senseless.

TK moans and withers under him as Carlos keeps kissing all over him, but TK takes him by surprise and flips them around so he's on top. He gives Carlos a shit eating grin as he pulls back so they can catch their breaths. "Let me see your hand Officer," TK says reaching for Carlos's wrist.

Carlos chuckles as TK takes his wrist to handcuff to the headboard. TK was too busy trying to kiss Carlos while cuffing him that he wasn't paying attention and ended up cuffing himself as well. "Oh shit," he murmurs as he realizes what's happened.

"What? What's wrong?" Carlos asks finally looking up at his boyfriend. His eyes go to where TK's hand is still next to his and the cuff is securely around his wrist.

"Ty," he whines face palming with his free hand.

"I'm sorry. Your lips are distracting," TK accuses as he readjust his straddle on Carlos. "Please tell me you got the key," he all but begs, each word making Carlos's eyes wider.

"Dios mio," Carlos groans his hand running down his face once more.

"Carlos," TK whines as the reality of the situation dawns on them.

"You weren't supposed to be cuff too," he huffs. "You should've been able to easily get it."

TK hands his head resting it on his arm that is now cuffed to the headboard too. "Fuck what are we gonna do?" TK asks Carlos.

Carlos is racking his brain, but there is no way either of them are going to be able to reach his belt for the key. "We're gonna have to call someone," Carlos whispers in dread.

"We could call 911," TK starts before shaking his head no. "Or Michelle. She has key to your place."

"Are you fucking insane?" Carlos asks with wild eyes. "No. No. No. We're not calling either of those. We'd never hear the end of it Tyler. And besides if we call 911 and get Grace what are you gonna do when she tells Judd?"

He watches as TK's eyes get wide. "You're right both of those are bad options. Fuck," he groans trying to rattle the cuffs to see if his would give.

"What about.... what about Paul?" Carlos asks. "He'd keep our secret wouldn't he?"

TK thinks it over for a minute before nodding. "Yea... we could do that." He starts looking for either of their phones and realizes they're both too far away. "Fuck we're gonna have to use siri," TK groans.

Carlos has the calmest most authoritative voice of the two of them. So he calls for siri to call Paul on speaker and he just prays he picks up. Just when he thinks it's going to voice-mail Paul answers. Carlos asks him if he could come over and do them a big favor, and when Paul agrees, Carlos let's out a sigh of relief and tells him the front door should be open.

While they wait, they cover up better but continue making out and leaving hickeys on each other. If it wasn't for Carlos's good ear they never would've heard Paul come in. Carlos hears him call out and Carlos wiggles his way to sitting with TK in his lap, TK's back to the bedroom door and the covers pulled up all around him. "Bedroom," Carlos calls back already feeling his face so red before Paul even gets there.

The bedroom door just barely creaks open and TK turns his head to look at their best friend. "Yall know I'm straight right?" Paul reminds them with a hesitant look as TK starts laughing and Carlos turns redder.

"Yes you dork," TK says holding up his wrist which in turn shows off Carlos's. "I accidently cuffed myself too and now we can't get the key. So would you be so kind as to get the key out of the belt hanging there on the closet and then leave," TK asks like the brat he is making Carlos groan.

Paul stares at them like they've lost their minds before he starts laughing. "Wow... yall need this key?" He asks pulling it out of the utility belt.

"Yes please," TK says. He'd hold his hand out for it, but he can't. Paul moves to unlock the cuff, but TK stops him. "Just the key. I'll get that later." Carlos isn't sure how he can keep turning redder but his face is on fire and he's gonna kill TK he thinks.

"Oh... oh... I see. Ok. Here," Paul says dropping the key within reach. "You two don't hurt yourselves. Don't need yall calling 911 like this," he laughs as he heads back for the bedroom door.

"Keep this between us?" Carlos finally finds his voice to call out before Paul is gone.

"Yea.. oh yea. Ain't nobody need to know about this," he laughs phone in hand as he heads out the door.

Carlos is cussing in Spanish as TK laughs and resumes kissing all over him. It is some of the hottest sex of their lives, but they don't live it down from their friends for a solid two weeks.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tk x carlos #4 word prompt fic #writer life

[zwiezraczek]

Hii I wanna request a blurb with Four, numbers 6 and 18, where reader almost ruins a mission. On their way back to their hotel One criticizes her in the car. Then reader gets wine drunk in her room because she’s embarrassed and Four comes to check on her and comforts her (in a non sexual way). TY!

Fear Nothing [Blurb]

Note: Thank you for this request nonnie! It was a pleasure to write it! I kind of like dwriting a drunk y/n it was for unusual reasons (or I don’t remember what I wrote, and it’s possible haha) ~ I hope that you’ll like it! 💕

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“Shit,” you whispered as you missed your target from the other side of the room. The man saw you, and began shooting in your direction. But before you could do anything, Seven had taken him down.

“Now move,” One ordered you into your earpiece and by the sound of his voice you could absolutely notice how pissed and angry he was.

You knew that this wasn't starting well, not at all. But you had to move forward, as Two's shadow was already turning around the corner, determined to succeed, even with your fail. You felt and knew that it wouldn't be the last time today that you heard about this missing bullet. And you weren't truly wrong, you thought after the mission when the whole squad was in the car, you at the back hearing One complain about you while sitting in the front row, next to Three.

“Do you know what it could have cost us,” he sharply asked as you turned your head towards the window, trying to avoid his eyes in the mirror. “And fucking look at me while I'm talking to you, Eight!” You rose your now angry eyes at him, and heard Seven sigh next to you, he felt that the thing coming wouldn't be pretty.

“What? I already know how I fucked up it all, don't you want to leave me with my guilt now?”

“No, that's not enough, we would be dead if not Seven,” he added and Seven rose his finger to say something but before he could open his mouth One pursued, “yeah, he saved our asses when you couldn't miss 'I can do this alone don't worry about me and don't set Seven up in case'. You're fucking welcome!”

“Always grateful for,” you stopped mid-sentence, feeling that tears were filling up your eyes everytime you opened your mouth. You just looked down, arms crossed, in silence and everything you knew at that very moment disappeared.

You felt anger, you felt all the emotions flooding your mind and the excessive violence in your veins. You wanted to scream but couldn't. You just wished for this to stop.

A wish you took at heart thanks to the single bottle of gin hidden in your bag This bottle had been there almost as long as you have been there, with the Ghosts but never you had felt the urge to drink it in one evening, you carried it around only in case. And it was the case. It was the moment for your bottle of gin to be useful and not only a weight in your backpack.

Drinking became more of an unhealthy game for you than something that triggered pleasure, and you were aware of it. But you truly couldn't stop yourself from drinking when you felt bad. Most of the time you mastered these feelings and tried to not let yourself go into this ungodly habit, but habits die hard and you discovered it again with this bottle, One's shouting and your despair and sadness. And a knock on the door. One gulp. Two knocks. Three gulps. Your name. A few more gulps. You felt dizzy and unwell. Nausea. But the knocking wouldn't stop, and it was bugging you a lot more than it should.

“Coming, coming stop fucking knocking on this fucking door,” you slowly said as you made your way towards the door, and when you opened it you saw him. Billy. Right in front of you. “Oh, hello Billy. Hello, hello, hello. You came to see the unwanted child?”

“As I thought, you are definitely drunk,” he whispered after rolling his eyes and you just put a finger on his lips.

“Shhhh, that's not true. I'm completely and totally well, don't see what's wrong, didn't drink a gin bottle by myself tonight. Whoever told you that is a bad bitch... Snitch. Not a bitch, a snitch. But also a bitch.”

“Got it,” he replied and pushed you a little inside your room while he came himself in. “Sit down on the bed, and from now on,” he continued and took the bottle from the ground, “no more drinking. Except water.”

“Thought you'd be funnier, thought you brought something to drink and not only water, water's not good I swear it's disgust-” you didn't even had the chance to finish your sentence, feeling that now your dizziness and nausea were giving you a harder time.

You got up as soon as you could, but it wasn't probably the best idea. Your stomach made you understand that all you drank was about to come out, and the toilets were the only safe space for you at that very moment, so you rushed, without even looking at Billy, a hand covering your mouth as you rushed your way towards the bathroom. Your face was sinking into the toilet, your stomach hurting, and the flowing sound right in front of you. Your head wasn't hurting, but whenever you closed your eyes you felt the ground moving all around you, and your hands were grasping the toilet strongly. And you felt a gentle pat on your head, Billy was there. Watching you. Probably taking care of you, but you couldn't care less at the very moment when you were vomiting your guts out.

And when you came back to the room, you saw some water by your nightstand and pillows arranged on the bed. Without asking any question, you laid your face against the pillows, not trying to understand the situation you found yourself in after vomiting your guts out. And Billy sat by you, and as soon as he touched your head you began to cry. Without any apparent reason.

“Hey, love don't worry about what happened,” he whispered and you turned around, your whole wet face looking at him.

“I'm a fucking mess Billy, I'm a fucking mess, nobody deserves to have to carry this kind of mess, nobody. I'm a fucking burden to this team, better leave me because I'll fuck everything up.”

“Hey, hey, hey love, don't say that, keep your head up love, don't believe these voices in your head.”

“Except these voices are One,” you replied without any inch of doubt.

“You know One, he says things he regrets right after,” he added and kissed your forehead. “Besides, what would we do without you, huh, what do you think?”

“Be better,” you unsurly asked.

“Yeah, and probably half of us would be dead,” he softly replied instead. “We saved each other's asses so many times, without you we wouldn't be there, and without us you wouldn't be there and One is an asshole because he forgets about it everytime something doesn't go according to his plan. So please love, no more drinking like this, you don't deserve to drink your sadness away because you should know that you don't deserve to be sad about it. You are essential to the team, and to me, to my heart.”

And if you weren't crying before, you definitely were at this very moment. He made you drunk cry, because of how much he loved you, and despite the nausea you felt better. You knew you would experience a nice headache on the next day, but this night was worth it all.

#ben hardy #6 underground #four/billy

[migleefulmoments]

“she had to know she was making a sacrifice and all that comes with it. Not the same as a rape victim. gross comparison” I’m the one who initially made this analogy and it’s not what I meant AT ALL. I don’t mean the emotional pain is similar, some online bullying vs. sexual assault aren’t even on the same wavelength. I mean THEIR comments are similar. They blame her the same way people tell women they deserved unwanted attention because of what they were doing/wearing. Way to twist my words.

Like I can’t tell if they genuinely believe all of that or if they’re just that oblivious and/or dense. I was comparing them to victim blamers. That’s what they do.

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Your point was clear-Nonnie was either obtuse or purposefully trolling to stir things up. I will add that most of their followers are teens. The point might have been lost on them. 

Let’s start by with your original ask and my response:  

Anonymous Asked: “M put herself in the spotlight “dating” D. If she didn’t want that attention, she would have stayed in the background” this has the same energy as “you chose to wear that, you deserved to be catcalled”. Mia STAYS in the background for the most part. Posing on a red carpet gives us no insight into who she is. They literally seek her out on her friends socials. And they met well before his career took off so no, she probably didn’t expect it to turn into this

Me: Their attitude- that Mia deserves to be attacked and criticized because she fell in love with a man who then became famous and whom they have a crush on makes my skin crawl. It is like the “wear a short skirt and you deserve being raped”. It’s also how they justify their abysmal behavior. They went on to argue that Mia deserves criticism but Abby isn’t dating a famous man so she didn’t deserve the “awful attack”.  They like to bring up the Fame is Other People (X) interview Mia gave in 2016 where she says she never imagined herself with someone famous. They still ridicule her for not leaving Darren the minute he started getting famous.  It’s so fucked up.  

Now their conversation today

Anonymous asked: They're comparing people saying M chose to forgo privacy when she "fell in love" with D to people getting accused of deserving rape for wearing short skirts. Uhhh...NOT THE SAME THING but ok. I personally don't condone hating on anyone (I never publicly disparage M for example, despite my private thoughts) but by tying her life to a public figure, whether for love or not, she had to know she was making a sacrifice and all that comes with it. Not the same as a rape victim. Gross comparison.

cassie1022 answered: Nonnie, I’m not even surprised they went there. They’re vile, just like their kween. I don’t hide my feelings about M and I’m not going to, she absolutely knew what she was getting when she signed on to be D’s beard. She WANTS the attention, and as she’s a narcissist, she doesn’t care if it’s positive or negative attention.

Personally, I’ve decided I don’t care enough to look at their blogs anymore and when I get their mean as hell Anons, I’m blocking. They claim we’re obsessed with their blogs when they literally dissect every post we make. Someone’s obsessed. It’s not us.

notes-from-nowhere answered: Hold on. Why are we talking about M as if the notoriety had fallen on her head all of a sudden? It’s not because of D if she is known by others besides her parents. It’s because she pushes herself in front of him every chance she gets. She take away from him every merit often by making things looks like they come from her brain (Hedwig first for example) and she jumps on the red carpets even before he does. She shares her whole life through social media. D’s accounts, her friends’s accounts, enablers’s accounts. Her fake accounts. She tags in her posts every celebrity that crosses her path. Her only job in life seems to be open (and never close) social media accounts.

What are these people even talking about? Now we reached the point of denying even what she does so she can fits better their theories?

This is hilarious. I swear.

leka-1998 answered: Poor girl, forced to do all this.

I don’t even want to waste time thinking about how ridiculous it is that this behavior isn’t surprising.

flowersintheattic254 answered: I’m appalled at the comparison. God her fans are hypocrites. She wants notoriety via any means fair or foul and then screams victim if it’s questioned.

It’s the same argument that she is above criticism because she’s woman and therefore isn’t accountable for her actions.

Let’s remember V day. Nobody told her to get high with B in the PR house and post those pics. You reap what you sow. People smell fakeness and she reaks of it.

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One thing I learned very quickly when answering anons is that due diligence pays off. Responding to an anon’s summary of what someone else said can backfire if they misrepresent what was said. If the anon reports something untoward was said- whether by design or by mistake- and I spent 2 paragraphs berating that statement that was never said then I am the fool. Taking 5 minutes to read the post myself has paid off many times and every time I have taken something I know nothing about at face value- it’s bitten me in the ass. Had any of the ccers bothered to actually read the post they would have realized that Nonnie misrepresented the point. They still would have written something angry and pretended to be so “shocked” by how “vile” we are but at least they would have had a shot at not being the fool.  

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Cassie:  

Nonnie, I’m not even surprised they went there. They’re vile, just like their kween. Nobody has ever said anything on my blog that could be construed as Mia is our kween. I don’t really understand the value of bringing up things nobody said as part of one’s argument. It’s proof of how desperate they are to be right and how easily they bend the truth to fit their needs. They wouldn’t know how to be authentic and honest if their lives depended on it.  

I don’t hide my feelings about M and I’m not going to, she absolutely knew what she was getting when she signed on to be D’s beard. She WANTS the attention, and as she’s a narcissist, she doesn’t care if it’s positive or negative attention. It’s hilarious that Nonnie claimed she doesn’t disparage Mia publically as part of their argument as to why they are better than us but Cassie being the charmer that she is, responds with “I don’t hide my feelings about M and I’m not going to”.  I could argue that Cassie knew what she signed on for when she started her crisscolfer blog-she even shares her cc beliefs on her Twitter!  

She WANTS the attention, and as she’s a narcissist, she doesn’t care if it’s positive or negative attention I find it so odd that Cassie is diagnosing Mia with mental illness yet just yesterday she was raging that Metaloma and I diagnose Abby. Hypocrite much? It is mind-boggling that she believes Mia is a narcissist but can’t see that Abby actually is. I bet the Abby-less Crisscolfer fandom will find Mia isn’t nearly as narcissistic and evil without Abby to write the storyline and talk about her nonstop. 

Personally, I’ve decided I don’t care enough to look at their blogs anymore and when I get their mean as hell Anons, I’m blocking. They claim we’re obsessed with their blogs when they literally dissect every post we make. Someone’s obsessed. It’s not us. Not reading my blog was a critical mistake because she would have realized that Nonnie was misconstruing the comment. Did someone claim they are obsessed with our blogs- I certainly didn’t- or is this another one of those claims that never happened?   

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Notes:

Hold on. Why are we talking about M as if the notoriety had fallen on her head all of a sudden? Nobody is talking as if notoriety had fallen on her head all of the sudden. Notes would have really benefited from reading the original post because neither Notes or I have a clue what post she is responding to.  

It’s not because of D if she is known by others besides her parents. It’s because she pushes herself in front of him every chance she gets. She take away from him every merit often by making things looks like they come from her brain (Hedwig first for example) and she jumps on the red carpets even before he does. I love the trope that she jumps in front of him on every red carpet because it proves how willing they are to outright lie to get their message across. She literally stands with Darren in front of the photographers for a couple of seconds at the end of Darren’s allowed period. Darren poses for dozens of photos and we see 2 or 3 pics of Mia and Darren-that is hardly jumping on the carpet before he does. As for taking away every merit- omg give it up. This is one of the dumbest tropes the fandom hangs on to. Mia WAS Hedwig before Darren was -the Halloween picture is around somewhere. Mia didn’t make the statement her friend did. We know the ccers don’t understand friendships but when they get pissed about the Hedwig comment they should refer to this post (X) where they declared “Just like I 100% stand with @ajw720,” and “I support @ajw720, I don’t believe Mi@rren is real and you cannot silence us!!!!”. Friends say things about other friends to connect with that person and show support. They weren’t trying to diss Darren. They never intended rabid Darren fans to even SEE the post-it was intended for their friends and nobody else.   

She shares her whole life through social media. THIS IS my FAVORITE comment of all. WTF? Where does Mia share her whole life through social media? Cuz I’d love to see it! The fact is, you are lying...you’re just outright lying. Mia shares nothing via social media. She stopped her Twitter when she quit playing music and she has a private IG account.  

D’s accounts, her friends’s accounts, enablers’s accounts. Her fake accounts. She tags in her posts every celebrity that crosses her path. Her only job in life seems to be open (and never close) social media accounts. Darren’s accounts? If Mia had control of Darren’s accounts, Mia would be plastered all over it but in reality, neither Darren nor Mia is active on public social media and they certainly aren’t sharing their lives. Nobody uses their friends’ accounts to plaster themselves. God, this trope is so stupid. Enabler’s accounts? Who the hell are her enablers? Where are these enabler posts just full of Mia’s every move? Her “fake accounts” is the best one though. Here we have some random person trolling the cc fandom and they Eat. It. Up. FetusMiarren hasn’t posted since August 11. Who the hell closes social media accounts? The reality is that Abby spent all day every day talking about MIa. The only person promoting Mia full time was Abby. The reason Notes believes that all these accounts are Mia sharing her whole life is because Abby stalked those accounts and then talked about each post for days. 

What are these people even talking about? Now we reached the point of denying even what she does so she can fits better their theories? I ask you the same question “What the hell are you talking about?” If you had actually taken the time to read the original post instead of working yourself up to a red-faced, foot-stomping rant, you would know what I was talking about and avoided this ridiculous, off-topic rant-fest. 

This is hilarious. I swear. Back at ya! 

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Flowers: 

I really love Flower’s response:  I’m appalled at the comparison. God her fans are hypocrites-I’m not sure how we are hypocrites because of a valid comparison.  

She wants notoriety via any means fair or foul and then screams victim if it’s questioned. Mia didn’t make the comparison- I did. Mia doesn’t know me, she didn’t dictate I made the comparison by “any means foul or fair”  

It’s the same argument that she is above criticism because she’s woman and therefore isn’t accountable for her actions. Wait...who in the hell made the argument that she isn’t responsible for her actions because she’s a woman? I’ve seen a lot of fake arguments like this in the last 3 days. Again, I don’t really understand the value of bringing up things nobody ever said as part of one’s argument. It certainly doesn’t lend credibility. 

Let’s remember V day. Nobody told her to get high with B in the PR house and post those pics. You reap what you sow. People smell fakeness and she reaks of it. Aaaaannnndddd she wraps up her comment with one of the fandom’s favorite gaslight moments- Valentine’s day with Ben.  

[wayward-river]

My Bulldog

Reggie x Sweet Pea Sister!Reader 

AN: This is my first attempt at writing for Reggie so I hope y’all like it! All mistakes are my own and I do not own the gif. As always shout out to @xserpentlife for being my beta on this! Enjoy this 3284 Reggie fic!

AN 2: This was requested! My requests are open still so if you have one don’t be shy to send it in! Hope the nonny who requested likes this! 

AN 3 : I am also trying out something new with a separator to make it look better since tumblr doesn’t like my spacing and pretty much deletes it so let me know if y’all want it to continue that way or if you absolutely hate it and its confusing! Just trying out different things. 

Warnings: Violence, Abuse, Talk of past abuse, If that is triggering in any way please do not read. 

You walked out of your last class your eyes searching a smile lighting up your face as you locked eyes with Reggie leaning against your locker.

“I can’t believe you and Mantle of all people.” Sweet Pea scoffed.

You smacked his shoulder

“He’s cute and he didn’t give up I mean he tried for two months.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Yeah but remember when he hated us. If I remember right he called you a Serpent -”

“It’s in the past Pea, just drop it and be nice if he shows up to the Wyrm. People can change.” You scolded him as you walked away towards your locker.

“I still don’t get it” Sweet Pea muttered.

“Yeah well she didn’t get the whole Josie thing either” Fangs quipped.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Yeah well I thought my sister would have learned her lesson through my mistakes.”

“Hey handsome” You smiled standing up on your tiptoes as you pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

“Hi beautiful” Reggie smiled as his hands went to your waist bringing you into him. “Your brother seems to love me extra today.”

You rolled your eyes. “I wish you two could just get along for at least like an hour. I mean you could try at the Wyrm tonight?”

“I don’t know Y/N I don’t think I’m exactly welcome there. Plus I have a game tonight remember? I thought you were coming?”

“I am Reg. I just thought you know after we could meet up with everyone. I really want you to get to know them.” You pleaded.

“I know baby, but I get it. I wasn’t really the best to begin with I mean I’m really lucky to have gotten a chance with you after some of my comments” Reggie looked down at you his grip tighter on your hips.

“Yeah well, I am a forgiving person plus you were raised to hate anyone that wasn’t a northsider, I get it but I’m glad we got past it and I’m glad you changed.”

Reggie chuckled. “Yeah we are a modern day Romeo and Juliet.”

You leaned up pressing your lips against Reggies.

“I’ll see you at the game?” Reggie asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” You grabbed Reggies hand as he led you to your bike.

You walked out the doors praying that your brother and Fangs would be gone. To your luck they were standing there messing around.

“Oh boy. Please just don’t take anything he says seriously.”

Reggie hummed, his arm still around you.

Sweet Pea and Fangs looked up to the sound of footsteps nearing them. “Mantle.” Sweet Pea glared.

“Sweet Pea.” Reggie answered. “I was uh just walking Y/N to her bike” Reggie turned to you pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you at the game later”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” You smiled as you watched him walk away.

“You are going to a bulldog game? I never thought I’d see the day.” Sweet Pea laughed.

You glared at your brother. “When your boyfriend is the quarterback you go to the games.”

Sweet Pea sighed. “Just be careful okay? You coming to the Wyrm after?”

You shook your head no. “I think I’m going over to Reggie’s after. He doesn’t exactly feel welcome at the Wyrm.”

Sweet Pea put his hands up in surrender. “Hey not my fault.”

You scoffed. “Kind of is. You know the younger ones wouldn’t give him shit if you were just nice.”

“I’m sorry if I’m trying to protect my baby sister from being heart broken.”

“Reggie would never.” You straddled your bike. “I’m going home, I won’t be home until late, so don’t wait up.” You smirked as you started up your bike.

“Gross Y/N/N. I don’t need to know your sex life.” Sweet Pea groaned.

“Yeah well at least you don’t have to hear the girls. “Oh Sweet Pea right there, Oh Sweet Pea you are so good.” and that one weird “I’ve been a bad girl daddy.” Cause that is so much fun to hear that about your older brother.”

Sweet Pea went silent. “Valid point I’ll try to tone down the babes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah...sure.” You flipped him off as you headed home.

You sat in the stands your black serpent jacket clashing against the blue and gold shirts and jackets. Some would make comments at the beginning until they found out you were Reggies girl and began to leave you alone.

You hollered as you watched Reggie throw to Archie running it in tieing up the score.

You watched Reggie run off the field, waiting for the defense to hopefully make a stop so he can get back on the field. You may be Reggie's girlfriend but this was his first love.

You cheered as Reggie ran back on.

Wincing as you watched him get tackled to the ground, laying there not jumping back up like usual.

“REGGIE!” You screamed out jumping up from your seat.

You bit your nails as you sat back down, praying to anyone who would listen.

“Please get up baby, please, please.” You murmured as you held your breath.

The crowd was silent and the next three minutes felt like an eternity as you watched Archie help Reggie up as he walked it off giving a thumbs up to the crowd as they cheered.

You released the breath you were holding, but your mind still wandered to him being hurt.

“Please don’t go back on the field Reg. Stay on the sidelines.” You muttered to yourself, sighing when you saw him running back on.

The first play throwing an interception allowing the other team to run it in taking the lead.

You watched the clock run out, your shoulders slumping. Reggie was always down after a loss, and tonight he was going to end up blaming himself.

You waited in the parking lot by Reggie’s truck waiting to see him, to see with your own eyes that he was okay. Finally you saw him walk out with Archie your eyes scanning him. You could tell he was leaning more on his left side, favoring his right and that was what made your mind up. You sprinted towards him.

Archie patted Reggie’s you watched his face contorted with pain, before he walked towards you.

Reggie gave you a smile. “Hey beautiful”

Your face didn’t change from the worry that had been plastered on since you watched Reggie hit the ground.

“Baby, I’m okay.” Reggie began.

You scoffed. “I saw that hit Reg. I saw you unable to get up, and I saw you favor your right on your way to me, don’t bullshit a bullshitter Reggie Mantle. I get that enough from Pea.”

Reggie got closer to you pulling you into his chest. “I’m sorry baby, I’m a little sore...but we can go to my place and you can play nurse if you really want to make sure I’m okay.”

You nodded against his chest.

“Lets go, I’m driving though no need for you to injure yourself more.” You scolded.

You pulled up to the Mantle residence. “You sure your parents aren’t home? I mean I can walk to the trailer…I know they aren’t southsides biggest fans”

“Y/N I told you before I don’t care if they see me with you but no they are not home”

“I know you want to tell them but I can’t put you in that position.”

Reggie reached out his hand on your thigh. “I wish you would let me. I could take it. I just want to be able to show you off, bring you around for holidays, just I don’t get it Y/N/N.”

You placed your hand on his. “I mean you see how Pea acts, your parents will probably be a million times worse. Sweet Pea can get over his differences especially after dating Josie, but I don’t know about yours Reg and I can’t put you in harms way or you choosing me over family, and I can’t lose you.”

Reggie nodded squeezing your leg. “Alright baby, let’s go inside.”

You handed the keys over to Reggie, as you followed him inside. “Alright, I’ll grab some ice packs and you head up to my room okay?”

You nodded climbing up the stairs and heading into his room. You looked around before heading into his bathroom grabbing some of his wraps you had bought him after the first football injury you had witnessed.

“Babe?” Reggie called out as he walked into his room.

You walked out of the bathroom holding up the wrap. “Just grabbing some things….can you take your shirt off”

Reggie wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Don’t have to tell me twice to get out of my clothes.”

You let out a laugh as you watched Reggie set the ice packs down and pulling off his shirt.

“Okay Reg, sit on the bed. Let’s look at you.” Your eyes took in the dark purple forming on his ribs and the ones that littered his back. You gently traced the one on his ribs. “I wish you didn’t put yourself in harms way.” You mumbled.

“Oh what like I ask you not to, I guess we're both a little stubborn huh”

You grabbed the ice pack and gently placing it onto him.

Reggie let out a pained hiss. You grabbed the wrap. “Okay I have to do this tightly otherwise that bruise is only going to get uglier.” You informed him.

He gave a nod. You paused before you started. “Talk to me, it will take your mind off of the pain.”

Reggie chuckled. “How’d you get so good at this?”

“Well Sweet Pea has been apart of the Serpents now for since, well I was eight and a half, and he was ten. He came home from a job pretty beat up and I decided to learn how to take care of him. So I grabbed as many books as I could from the library and taught myself. I’m now the go to person for patching people up for the Serpents. I can’t tell you how much trouble Fangs and Pea have gotten into.” You slightly laughed. “Okay babe, I have to pull tight.” You informed him.

“Okay, do it.”

You pulled the wrap tightly tying the ends together so it would stay. Reggie hissed again but you were done. You stepped away picking up his shirt and handing it to him. Reggie threw it back onto the floor before grabbing you pulling you in between his legs.

“Cuddle with me?” He asked as his hands travelled up and down your sides.

You gave a nod going to move next to Reggie before he stilled as the sound of a door slamming travelled throughout the house.

Reggie got up his hands now gripping your waist tightly. “Get in the closet.”

You folded your arms across your chest. “I can protect myself Reggie. I am not hiding in a closet.”

“Baby I know you can protect yourself but right now I need you to get in the closet for me.” Your arms stayed folded as you glared. Reggies eyes darting between you and the door.

“I don’t have time for your stubborn ass and I know you are going to yell at me for this but fuck it” Reggie rushed out before his grip turned into picking you up and putting you over his shoulder. He sucked in a breath as he opened the closet door.

“Stay here. Please.” He pleaded in a tone you never heard before as he sat you in the closet and pushed the door closed, not realizing he left it open slightly.

You crouched down in his closet furious that he wouldn’t let you help him but breathing as soft as you could, your eyes closed as you heard the shouting begin to get closer and closer to Reggie’s room. Shouting was never good for you as it always took you back to the trailer. You remember your parents shouting and even Sweet Pea shouting at your mother as she walked out on the two of you after a year of your father being gone. Another face lost to the war. Sweet Pea always wore the dog tags but you would steal them from time to time. You could make out Reggie and his father through the crack that was left open.

“I went to your game Reginald” Reggies father explained.

Reggie stilled.

“Want to explain what a serpent girl is doing there cheering and worrying about you when you take a hit?”

“Dad I can expl-” Reggie began.

Reggies father held his hand up. “No need to. You got involved with a Serpent Slut, I get it temptations and all that but it needs to end and it needs to end now.”

Reggie was furious. “SHE IS NOT A SERPENT SLUT. I LOVE HER. I will not be ending anything with her. I don’t care if you like it or not.”

You tensed in the closet as the yelling got more aggressive sucking in a breath at Reggies confession. You heard a commotion and a grunt come from Reggie. You knew what happened and it killed you inside.

“You will Reginald. Don’t test me.”

You heard the door slam shut. You gave a few minutes before you pushed the closet door open. Your eyes landing on Reggie sitting on his bed. His head down.

“Reg.” You whispered out rushing to him. “I can’t believe you just told your dad about me, tell me you are okay please.”

Reggie looked up at you. Your eyes shut a few tears slipping out. You felt Reggies hands wipe them away. “I’m fine.”

You scoffed. “Your dad just hit you Reg. You are not fine.”

“It’s not the first time. I’ll heal.” Reggie said softly.

Your eyes snapped to his. The unshed tears still in your y/e/c eyes.

“What do you mean Reggie Mantle.”

“I’m fine Y/N just don’t worry about me.”

“Let me help you Reg. Please.”

Reggie shook his head no.

“Why don’t you protect yourself? Hit him back.” You whispered.

“It wouldn’t be right. I can’t do that. It would kill my mom” He answered honestly.

You nodded. “I get it. Can you let me help you please? Come stay with me for a few days.”

Reggie was silent.

“Please Reggie.” You pleaded.

“What about Sweet Pea?”

“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks. It’s my trailer too.” You responded quickly.

Reggie gave a small nod.

“Okay but we go through the window.”

“Wouldn’t be my first time” You sassed bringing a smirk to Reggies face. You smiled seeing him coming back into himself a bit.

You walked into the trailer first, Reggie following you in. Hoping Sweet Pea was still at the Wyrm.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Sweet Pea’s voice boomed from the kitchen.

You jumped tensing. Yelling at Reggies was one thing, but yelling in the trailer always put you on edge.

“I’m helping him” You replied trying to make your voice as steady as possible.

“What would a northsider need help with? Too much money problems? I don’t like him here Y/N”

You took a deep breath.

“I’m helping him with the same shit I went through Sweet Pea.” Your voice was laced with hurt.

Sweet Pea stilled. Reggies eyes went wide as they darted to you quickly.

“So if you could stop yelling that would be fucking great.” You glared at your older brother.

Sweet Peas shoulders dropped. He had tried to protect you but it only made things worse for you, before your mom walked out.

“Y/N/N, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I just-” Sweet Pea started.

“I didn’t either, but he is staying with me whether you like it or not Pea.”

Sweet Pea nodded as he watched you take Reggies hand leading him to your bedroom.

Reggie walked in first and you followed shutting the door and leaning against it. Reggie took in your room. Your walls littered with pictures of you and Sweet Pea as well as Jughead, Toni and Fangs. A framed picture of the two of you sat on your nightstand with a heart drawn into the white frame, my bulldog, my heart scrawled out in your handwriting.

Reggie turned to you. Your eyes closed. “Y/N, why did you never tell me?”

You opened your eyes using the back of your hand to wipe the tears. “I don’t know it happened a long time ago and well you didn’t exactly tell me either Reg.”

Reggie nodded. Getting on your bed leaning up against the wall as he patted the side next to him.

You sniffled as you walked over laying down next to him your head laying on his chest.

You sniffled quietly before you spoke. “Just please don’t go back. Stay here with me. You’ll be protected, you don’t even have to be a serpent. A serpents person is protected, even Sweet Pea would protect you feelings set aside, a-and you are my person Reggie. I- well, I love you too.”

Reggie brought his arm around you pulling you to him tightly.

“I wanted to tell you in a more romantic way” He confessed placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Your arm moved placing it across him as gently as you could. “We will have to replace that ice pack soon.” You mumbled into his chest.

“Y/N, I’m serious I had it all planned out for our date next week, and I’m sorry, so fucking sorry that I ever called you that, and I will hurt anyone that even dares to utter those words to you and to any serpent.”

You smiled against his chest. “I forgave you a long time ago for that Reg. It’s okay really, and I know it’s not how you wanted to tell me but it’s okay really Reggie.”

Reggie lifted your chin so you were looking into each others eyes. “I love you so fucking much”

You smiled as Reggie leaned down capturing your lips with his. You stayed like that eventually drifting off to sleep in Reggies arms.

Reggies POV

A soft knock came from Y/N’s door. “Come in.” I tried to speak as softly as I could.

I looked up locking eyes with Sweet Pea. He looked from Y/N to me.

“I-I uh I’m sorry for being such a dick lately. She’s just my little sister and I haven’t always been able to protect her but I’ll be damned if I don’t try.”

I nodded.

“Just don’t hurt her Mantle, and stay here as long as you need. I won’t give you any shit.” Sweet Pea rubbed the back of his neck. “And maybe join us at the Wyrm sometime? I know Fangs and Toni have missed that little shit.”

I looked down at Y/N sleeping in my arms. “I don’t plan on ever hurting her or letting her go, she’s the best thing to happen to me. I love your sister Sweet Pea and I’ll do everything in my power to protect her too, and yeah she’s been begging me to go I just didn’t want to step on your toes man.”

Sweet Pea nodded. “Well you are family now so you are welcome even if I was to not like it. I’ve been a real asshole so yeah I’ll let you two be.”

I nodded as Sweet Pea as he shut the door. Placing a kiss on the top of Y/N’s head again before drifting off to sleep myself.

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[theycallmebecca]

hi can you do a drabble where chris and reader have skype sex? (if that makes any sense) ty !

Thanks for the request, nonny!!! This would have been posted yesterday, if I hadn’t been dumb and clicked out of my inbox! But nevertheless, this drabble has been written and it got smutty so it’s going under the keep reading.

Thanks to everyone who took part in my “Not Working Today! Let’s Have Some Fun!” thing yesterday. I love interacting with you guys and I might have to do this again sometime!

Title: Digital Get Down

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: R

Warnings: graphic masturbation

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

Yes, the title is the name of the N Sync song… how could I not use it for the title of this drabble???

It all started innocently. You were in bed reading before going to sleep when you heard your phone ding, alerting you to a new text message. Grabbing your phone, you smiled when you saw it was a text from your boyfriend, Chris Evans, who was currently filming a movie in South Africa.

You up? His text read.

You replied quickly, confirming that you were and he responded a second later, Skype?

After sending a reply with way too many exclamation points, you left your bedroom to grab your laptop. Minutes later, you were back on your bed, leaning against the headboard with your laptop sitting on a breakfast tray that had legs.

“Chris!” you cried the moment you saw your boyfriend’s handsome face smiling back at you.

“Hey, babe,” he replied, tucking his longish hair behind his ears. “God I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” you told him.

Due to the time difference between where you lived and where he was in South Africa, it had been nearly impossible for the two of you to communicate other than by text or brief phone calls. It was late Saturday night for you which meant that it was early Sunday morning for him. You knew he’d had a late shoot that night, which meant that he was staying up really late to talk to you.

The two of you spent a few minutes catching up and he listened to you rant about something at work, but all conversation ceased to a halt when you leaned over to grab something from your bedside table.

“Holy shit! What are you wearing?” Chris asked.

It was only then that you remembered that you remembered you’d put on one of your sheer nighties to sleep in due to the hot temperature where you lived. You explained that to Chris and accidentally on purpose gave him another glance at what he’d been missing.

“I’ll take off my shirt if you take off yours,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You first,” you countered.

He stood up, his head and shoulders leaving the frame, and pulled his shirt up and over his head. You licked your lips as you took in his hard, chiseled chest. What you wouldn’t give to be with him right now.

“Your turn,” he said as he sat back down. He rubbed his hands together excitedly as a big smile stretched across his face.

You rolled your eyes as you moved the tray away and gave Chris a good look down the front of your nightie as you positioned the laptop on your bed. Unlike him, you put a little effort into it, making sure he could see your body as you swayed to imaginary music and slipped your nightie off.

“Damn, baby,” Chris groaned once you were back on the bed, the camera adjusted to give him a nice look at your breasts.

“You gonna play too?” you asked as you ran your hands over your breasts. Skype sex was not something you’d ever set out to do, but watching him watch you had awoken a hunger in you.

“Don’t tease, babe,” he warned darkly.

“I’m not teasing,” you replied. “Take off your pants.”

Chris studied you for a minute before he stood up. From the way the camera was moving, you could tell that he was carrying his laptop somewhere. A moment later, he set the laptop down and made sure the framing was correct before he began to remove his pants. Unlike his shirt, he put a little more effort into it and went the extra mile by removing his boxers, too. Then he gave you a good look at his cock before he positioned himself of what you suspected was the bed of the apartment he was renting.

“Your turn,” he said, grinning at you through the camera.

Your body was humming with excitement as you repositioned your laptop so you could slide your panties off without getting out of bed, in the process giving Chris a really good look between your legs.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned. “I wish I was there with you right now.”

“What would you do if you were here?” you asked him. “Tell me and I’ll do it to myself, assuming it’s possible.”

“Can I watch?” he asked. He had appeared sleepy at the beginning of your Skype session, but now he was wide awake.

“Only if I can watch you,” you told him.

He nodded aggressively and then repositioned his laptop so you could see his hand wrapped around his already stiff dick.

And so it began. The two of you took turns directing each other’s masturbation. Nothing was off limits to the two of you and he soon had you fucking yourself with your favorite toy as he watched, encouraging you as he fisted his cock. At some point, the directions stopped and the two of you just did what felt right for yourselves.

When you heard the familiar sounds that he made before cumming, you locked your eyes onto your laptop screen and watched as he tugged himself to an orgasm. The spurts landed on his smooth chest and making you wish, once again, that you were there so you could help clean him up.

With his climaxed reached, Chris began vocal again, telling you all the naughty things he planned to do to you when he got home in a month’s time. Between his dirty talk and the vibration feature of your toy, it was soon too much for you and you cried out as your body contracted. You could barely hear Chris as he mumbled in awe about how beautiful you looked as you came.

By the time you’d come down from your high, exhaustion had taken control of both of you. Though neither of you actually wanted to say goodbye, but you both had to. Then you shutdown your laptop and set it on the floor before you collapsed against your pillows. You didn’t bother putting your nightie back on, not that you remembered where you’d tossed it, instead you snuggled up against Chris’s pillow and breathed in the manly scent that lingered there as you drifted off to sleep.

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