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sweetpea-cc · 6 years

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Say Love

Request by: @poemfreak306 : “Can I request a Sweet Pea X Reader where the reader has to move in with Pea maybe for her safety and is in love with him but when she moves in he still keeps bringing girls home so she goes out one night because she's upset and something bad happens to her and you can come up with the end.” -In which reader and Sweet Pea are best friends but Sweet Pea is quite oblivious of reader’s affections. (I HOPE THIS IS OKAY OMG/ sorry it took so long!) Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader Warning: Language, underaged drinking, implied sex, strong violence, BITCH ASS PENNY PEABODY, I THINK a cute fluffy ending Word Count: 2,986

The Whyte Wyrm was bustling with noise— music, chattering, and laughter. The stale smell of alcohol and cigarettes swarmed around you, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else, the atmosphere was contagious as you sat at the bar, joking around with your best friends, Toni Topaz and Fangs Fargety. Every now and then, your eyes would drift to a familiar and handsome face that was focus wholeheartedly on his current pool game against Tall Boy. You let out a dreamy sigh, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips.

"Hey. Hey, earth to Y/N!" A set of hands wave themselves in front of your face, pulling you out of your trance. You look at Fangs and Toni with apologetic eyes, struggling to force the heat rising in your cheeks to die down. Say you love me.

"This is sad. Literally, everyone who isn't Sweet Pea can see that you're in love with Sweet Pea." Fangs sassed, earning him a boisterous laugh from Toni and slap on the chest from you. It was true, you were in love with Sweet Pea but never had the nerve to speak up about it, so you merely shoved your feelings into a dark closet and prayed they would remain there.

"Shut up! Do you have any idea how totally cliche this is? We've been friends- all of us- since we were like, nine and then suddenly puberty hits and he's the hottest fucking person I've ever seen in my life? And what, we ride off into the sunset together? I don't know if you ever got the memo, but that doesn't happen in real life, plus he's always got his arm wrapped around somebody else. He's always going to see me as his best friend, and that's it." Say you love me.

"I mean, that's not really his fault, Y/N. You can't expect the guy to know exactly what you feel if you don't say anything." You let out a dejected groan, fiddling with your fingers as you busy yourself with your drink. Toni laid a hand your shoulder and patted it gently, her face full of support and a sympathetic smile before she spoke up, backing Fang's claim.

"As usual, your nerves are getting the best of you, if you don't say anything, he's never going to know. Plus, it's really possible that he has the same feelings for you. And I mean, I know you're only living with him because Malachi has taken a creepy interest in you for whatever reason but-"

"He wants me to be his little errand girl because my mom fucked up and practically bargained me away to save her own life. Mother of the year, man." You say, interrupting Toni mid-sentence while taking a large gulp of your drink, the alcohol burning down your throat. Your eyes drift back to Sweet Pea who currently had his arm slanged lazily around some girl as he knocked his head backward, letting out a hearty laugh and all you could think about was how you wanted that to be you. And how incredibly lucky the girl was. Say you love me.

"Right, there's that, and I sympathize, I do but maybe living with him is a blessing in disguise. You get to stare at him like it's totally normal, even though it's not."

"I love how you find this entirely amusing. It doesn't matter anyway, Sweets always has his arm wrapped around somebody else, he'd never give me the time of day. You wanna know how I know? This morning he walked into my room without bothering to knock and asked which shirt he should wear tonight to impress Molly."

Toni and Fangs let out a groan at the same time, of course, Fangs went the extra mile and mimicked tearing out his own heart and dropping it on the ground, making a 'kaboom!' Sound. Shaking your head and glaring at Fangs, you shoved him in the shoulder which only made him laugh harder and soon, all three of you were laughing your cares away. You rolled your eyes at best friends and looked over the crowd again, suddenly you felt your cheeks flushed hot, and your stomach was heavy. Heart pounding in your throat, threatening to break out. Sweet Pea's eyes wandered around the crowd, his signature smirk plastered on his face. Your eyes stay locked on him, wondering how many love songs you had heard that said, "He takes my breath away."? That line made sense now. When Sweet Pea looked in your direction, he grinned slightly, and you snapped your head away, knowing that if you continued to stare, you would get lost in his dark brown eyes. You could feel eyes still on you as you silently inhaled and exhaled, wondering if Sweet Pea ever shared the same thoughts about you as you did him. Say you love me.

One night, you were sitting on your bed when the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by murmurs of giggling and quiet moans. Standing up, you walk over to your door and crack it open just enough to give you a visual of the hall. From your point of view, you could see Sweet Pea leaning down to kiss some girl, who looked like the same one he had his arm wrapped around last night. His lips were trailing down to her neck as she let out another moan. He then led the girl down the hall, and you quickly shut your door before either of them had a chance to lay eyes on you. You let out a quiet grumble, it was after midnight, and all you wanted was to sleep, and it didn't seem worth it nor smart to be walking around the Southside at that time.

Everything was excellent as you nestled yourself on your bed, pulling out a book to pass the time. Unfortunately, that peace didn't last very long when you felt your walls beginning to make a rhythmic thump noise, and all you could hear was continuous sounds escaping from the girl's mouth. Your eyes widen, she was loud, and after what felt like an eternity, you couldn't stand to be in the trailer any longer, you had to get out of there. Promptly, you gather your jacket, shoes, and snatch your phone from your nightstand, texting Toni on the way out. I'm stopping by, Sweets has company. Chances were, she was still at the Wyrm cleaning up or collecting last calls.

It was a cold, moonless night. The sky was dark and low, the air so chilled it hurt to breathe. Already, the ground was laid white with frost, and any water that has liquid under the winter sun had become ice. You cling to your body for dear life, trying to find warmth in the frigid night. From Sweet Pea's trailer, you could see the soft neon glow of Serpent sign.

You begin walking towards the Whyte Wyrm with haste, it may have been strange but something about the Southside after a specific time of the time always seems ominous and terrifying. You dart your head left and right, your heartbeat quickening with every beat. Maybe it wasn't a bright idea to be out here right now, but you were already halfway to the bar when you saw a shadow develop under the harsh fluorescent street light.

When you look up from the ground, you jump, partially from shock and part from being unnecessarily terrified. You squint, trying to get a good look at the person standing before you when the darkness was cast away, and her face came into view, you let out a sigh of relief. This was the first mistake, but sadly, you realized that only too late.

"Oh, Penny, it's just you. Christ, you scare the shit out of me."

"Sorry about that Y/N. Though it's probably not smart for you to be out here at this time, with Malachi's goons looking for you and all."

"Oh, I know, I just- um, I was just headed to the Wyrm to hang out with Toni."

"Right, well, you'll probably have to wait on that."

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, instinctively taking a step back but you weren't quick enough nor could you have anticipated that Penny would grab a clump of your hair, tugging on it so tightly you let out a cry. Despite fighting with all your might, you were no match for the woman, and with every struggle, she only held on with more force. Everything had happened so fast you didn't even have time to register the fact that Penny had been hiding a glistening silvery object in her jacket pocket.

Most of the time when someone describes being stabbed, they use the adjectives "painful" "horrible" or "terrifying," and while the experience definitely was all of those, it would seem that those people neglected to mention how cold and numb it feels. Without any warning, Penny dived the knife into your abdomen, twisting at almost a full one-eighty angle. You let out a sound that was torn between a strangled gasp and a pained cry, tears spilling down your face and blurring your vision but even under the harsh lighting, you could still see her emotionless eyes and a horrible smile that only read malice and death. Penny leaned down next your ear, whispering to you; her voice toneless and flat.

"It's not personal, really, but whatever issues Malachi has with you is becoming bad for my business with him." You let out another choked gasp as your hand traveled to the wound where Penny's knife still sat. Blood started trickling through your fingers, and your breathing hastened, trying to grip onto Penny's arm for support, but she speedily stepped back, allowing you to fall on your knees before collapsing on the snow-covered terrain. Without another word, Penny smirked at you and walked off, not carrying about the fact that she had just stabbed and left a teenager for the dead.

You strain your head up, the Whyte Wyrm wasn't too far away, maybe you could make it. The adrenaline floods your system like it's on an intravenous drip- right into your blood at full pelt. You begin thinking your heart will explode, and your eyes are wide, letting in every ounce of the fading light. At this point you had two choices, stay where you were and hope for someone to come along or you could get up and find help. The adrenaline surges so fast you almost vomit, you could taste the saliva thickening in your mouth to a rancid paste.

"Get up." You yell at yourself, struggling to put yourself up from the frozen ground, with a cry of pain and your mind pacing at hundred miles per out, you take off towards the Wyrm, clinging your bleeding stomach and running until your legs gave out.

The door was locked, but you bang with whatever energy you had left, praying to God that someone would hear. You pounded so hard you were sure the glass door was going to shatter in front of you. At last, through your fading sight, you saw a figure appear and let out a sigh of relief but as quickly as the adrenaline came, it was gone, and you were suddenly painfully aware of your wound. Slowly, your legs gave out from under you, and you fall to the ground, your eyes flickering. It felt like you were shifting in and out of consciousness

"Call an ambulance!" was the last thing you managed to grasp before your entire world faded into absolute nothingness.

You don't know how much time had passed, but when you came to, your head felt like it was on fire and it was as if your brain was going to crack open your skull. Your eyesight was a little fuzzy, but you were able to make out a series of figures- namely what appeared to be FP Jones and Sweet Pea standing in the corner, FP sending his finger to Sweet Pea's chest repeatedly. It seemed like they were fighting but it was difficult to tell given how hushed their conversation was.

"Hey." a soft voice sounded, capturing your attention as you turn your head to the side where you found Toni and Fangs sitting next to you, both of their faces tear-stained and eyes red from exhaustion. Toni collected your hand in her's and squeezed it tightly, and you could feel her body was shaking from fear and all you wanted at that moment was to relieve that fear, so you did what you thought was best; a joke.

"Jeez, you guys look worse than me, and I'm the one who got stabbed." At the sound of your voice, both FP and Sweet Pea jerk their heads in your direction, cautiously stepping forward. It was as if you were glass and they were terrified you would shatter at any moment. You smiled as big as you could despite feeling groggy, not to mention high off the medication that was given to you. Thank god for these drugs because I'm pretty sure getting stabbed hurts like a bitch. You think to yourself, or at least, you thought you had until Toni let out a choked laugh, informing you, that you had indeed said that out loud.

As horrifying, not to mention, traumatic as the situation was, you couldn't help but giggle. Maybe it was your warped sense of humor, perhaps it was the fact that you almost died, or it was just that the entire thing was complete and total bullcrap. FP edged closer to you, his face wholly stoic and honestly, you thought he was going to chew you out for walking around the Southside after he had given specific instructions not to. After all, shit like this could happen.

"How are you doing?" His voice sounded hoarse, whether from yelling earlier or from pure exhaustion, you didn't know, but it didn't matter. You were alive, and you were surrounded by people who you knew wouldn't even hesitate to take a bullet for you, they were your family, and nothing could ever change that.

"Other than almost dying, I'm fantastic." It felt weird to speak, your throat felt dry, but you ignore it. Sweet Pea moved from behind FP, dragging the chair next to your bed closer to you and made himself comfortable as he gathered your other hand in his, caressing it gently. You could tell that he had been crying and it broke your heart. Toni let go of your hand and patted Fangs on the shoulder, motioning him to stand up.

"I'm gonna head down to the cafeteria. Fangs, will you come with me?" Fangs looked conflicted but solemnly nodded, giving you a soft smile and kissing your hand before walking out the door with Toni. FP had followed behind them a few minutes later when he received an urgent phone call, leaving it just you and Sweet Pea. The room was painfully quiet as Sweet Pea held on to your hand, staring at it as if he was trying to make sure you were still there.

"Sweets, hey, look at me. I'm alright, I'm okay. I promise." He didn't say anything as you tried to reassure him but your words almost fell on deaf ears. He still wouldn't meet your eyes until you pulled your hand from his and brought it to his chin, forcing him to look you in the face.

"I am okay. That's all that matters, right? I'm okay."

"Goddamit, Y/N. I thought I lost you and I don't know what I would do if I did. When I heard the sirens and saw your lifeless body being lifted into the ambulance, all I could think about was everything I never said to you."

"I'm not trying to ruin your speech or anything but this isn't some tragic LifeTime movie where we confess our feelings, and then I die, so unless you actually mean it, keep whatever you're going to say to yourself." Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at you, a small groan of annoyance escaping his mouth. It was fantastic how even in a hospital bed with a stab wound, you still had snarky comments rolling off the tip of your tongue.

"Look, Y/N, you know I'm not exactly exceptional at talking about my feelings or anything, you know this probably better than most people. I just want you to know that you got me and you always will. Nothing is ever going to change that, you and me til' the end."

"I love you." the words spilled from your lips faster than you could take them back but you prayed he didn't hear you, however, it would seem that whatever God existed, it wasn't answering your prayers. Sweet Pea looked at you with wide eyes for a few seconds, a slightly confused look on his face and you were terrified that you had just scared your best friend away until the corners of his mouth curl upright.

"I don't even know why you would have feelings for me, Y/N." Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at Sweet Pea, he always did have a habit of being under self-appreciative, and you hated that because, in your eyes, he really was one of the most brilliant and kind people you had ever met.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, Sweets. While everyone sees this terrifying and intimidating guy, I see someone who is brave and smart and totally lives up to his name because you're sweet as hell too." Sweet Pea closed his eyes for a brief moment, bring the palm of your hand to his lips before placing a tender kiss on it. At that moment, everything around the two of you was calm, almost blissful.

Say you love me.

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yevonscribbles · 6 years

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Reaching for You 7

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Sometimes a friend can help in more ways than one.

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“You vill tell me if it’s too much?” Gerard whispered as his large body hovered over the slender frame of Nick. His large white paws were locked on the foxes shoulders with his stout muzzle hovering close to the officers ears. Nick way laying on his stomach and shivered in anticipation. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk.

“I don’t think that will be a problem Marshmellow…” The fox teased. With a laugh the wolf pushed forward until a loud satisfying pop came from the fox.

“Oh DAMN!” Nick cried out causing the wolf to laugh even more. His large paws began to knead the tense shoulders of the fox. Slowly the officer melted under the pressure of Gerard.

The wolf chuckled. “You really should learn to relax more Nick… Your shoulders are too tense! Ach, and your spine is even vorse.” Gerard moved his paws lower to the red foxes back and gently pushed and pulled the muscles of the lower back.

“Less talking, more back rubs…” Nick purred. He was laying face first and shirtless on a padded table while his larger coworker straddled his back and gave the poor officer a much needed massage. ‘Though I am not sure why Gerard took off his shirt too…’ Nick thought as another pop came from his back. He needed this. The last few weeks had been rough but the situation between Nick and Judy had reached a turning point. While their time as a couple might have ended they were too important to each other to just cut ties.

The next goal was to get a new apartment for Nick and start going on patrols again. Chief Bogo was starting to have trouble covering the pair’s usual patrol and wanted his star team back as soon as possible. In the meantime Nick was still working in the labs for a little longer. It seemed that the fox was better at paperwork and record keeping than he thought. A few times the fox thought about transferring departments but if Nick was being honest he enjoyed the excitement of being out on the field more than pushing paper. That and Bogo would probably skin him alive.

“Alright Mr. Vilde you are good!” Gerard announced giving the red fox a friendly pet and moving off the padded table. Nick reluctantly rolled to his side and smiled at his new friend. The chubby wolf carried his weight well. His cream and white belly hanging just above his pants. Gerard smiled back with a gleam in his topaz-colored eyes.

The fox averted his eyes with a blush. “Ohh thank you so much Gerard! I owe you big time!” Nick sat up a felt a great weight taken off his shoulders. Literally. Getting off the padded table the fox looked around the welcoming apartment of the wolf. Photos and posters covered the walls while old wooden bookshelves sat full of a variety of books. Looking at the spines Nick noticed that many of the titles were in German with just a few in English. The fox retrieved his discarded shirt from the nearby couch while Gerard put the padded massage table away. “Why don’t you do massages for a living?” Nick asked.

“It’s how I paid for college actually.” Gerard explained before walking back towards Nick and grabbing his own shirt. The wolf’s eyes wondered down the creamy belly fur of his foxy friend. While he was slightly pudgy from years behind the scenes Nick was slender and toned from active duty. Reluctantly Gerard forced himself to look away from the attractive fox. “Now I just give massages to close friends or for extra money here or there.”

“I wish I had something that I could do to make a little extra money…” Nick said. “Living at an extended stay is killing my paycheck…” Gerard held his paws to his chest and tilted his head in confusion in a begging pose causing the fox to roll his eyes. Wolves.

“Vhy are you living at an extended stay?” The wolf asked with some concern.

“Well when I moved out of Judy’s apartment I didn’t really have a place to go. So I thought I would stay at an extended stay for a little bit and find an apartment but I really don’t have the best credit history…” Nick scratched his chin in annoyance. “So for now it’s either pay too much each week or go back to living under a bridge…” The fox felt two warm paws clasp his shoulders. Looking up he saw the worried look of his wolf friend. A pathetic look really; with a almost comical frown, drooped ears, and tears welling in his eyes.

“...Go back to living under a bridge? Nein! My friend you can come live here!” Gerard said extended his arms.

Nick felt himself blush. “No way, it’s my problem and I don’t want to impose on you-”

“Nein! I have an extra room that just being used for storage anyway. I insist!” The wolf smiled his broad toothy grin. Nick tried to protest but it was obvious he had lost this round. With a sigh the fox gave his now roommate a smile.

“Fine… But I am paying you rent!” The officer said. Nick felt the warm paws on his shoulders pull him into a hug. His face was buried in soft white and cream fur with a musky undertone. Instinctively Nick wrapped his own paws around the waist of the wolf. It had been some time since the fox had been hugged like this. In the early stages of his relationship with Judy the couple had held hands and would occasionally give each other a quick hug and kiss before leaving work or going to bed. But even that little contact had all but stopped before breaking up. The fox couldn’t think the last time he felt so warm and protected. A contented sigh escaped Nick’s muzzle before he could stop it. With a chuckle Gerard placed his muzzle on the fox’s head and started to sway a bit.

It started quiet but slowly a gentle yipping noise could be heard in the apartment. Not a sound of distress but a sound of comfort. Nick couldn’t quite place where the sound was coming from until he felt a chuckle rumble through the furry chest his head was buried in.

“I don’t think I have ever heard a fox make that noise, Nick.” Gerard smiled. Embarrassment overcame the fox as he broke the hug and stepped away from the wolf, his cheeks burning a bright red.

“Sorry I didn’t know I could even make that sound…” The fox brushed his eyes as his vision blurred. His paws felt wet and Nick realized he was crying a bit.

“Are..are you crying?” The wolf asked with some concern.

“Seems that way…” Nick laughed at himself. Of course he would start crying again. “I am sure I am making a wonderful impression right now.” The fox wiped his eyes again. “I promise I am not always this…” He waved his paws in front of him, struggling to find the right word.

“Emotional?” Gerard asked.

“Yes. That.” Nick sighed and slumped his shoulders. “And here I gave Judy so much crap for bunnies being emotional…”

“You know… Emotions are not a bad thing.” The wolf place one of his paws on the fox’s head and gave it a friendly rub. “Your allowed to feel things Nick Vilde.” The fox playfully slapped away the large white paw earning another chuckle out of Gerard. “Come on roommate, lets get your room cleaned up and get you out of that extended stay.”

Nick crossed his arms in moch defiance. “Do I actually get a say in this?”

“Nein.” Gerard stuck his tongue out at his new roommate before leading the fox to his new room.

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PSYCHE! How many people actually thought they were doing the nasty at first? No one... Sush I'm clever!

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