#reggies drunk craving

[elilelibeli]

Reggies drunk craving

Sound of their front door wakes James up. He turns on the lamp next to the couch and sees Reg taking off his shoes.

“Hi love” he ask while yawning.

“Hi Jamie” Regulus smiles at him, “why aren’t you asleep?” he asks slurring.

“Wanted to wait, how was your night?” James gets up to kiss him. Regulus melts in his boyfriend’s touch.

“Great! They played so much Rihanna, I haven’t danced that much in a very long time.” he says in between small kisses. “You can go up and I’ll be right up with you” he says smiling at his boyfriend’s childlike yawn.

James steals one more quick peck and heads up the stairs lazily. He is about to go into the bedroom when he hears a loud curse.

“Reg, love what’s going on” he calls.

“James, where are my leftover noodles” Regulus whines, closing the fridge door with a loud bang. “Did you eat them?”

“Baby, the noodles from last weekend?” He asks and chuckles at his boyfriend’s eager nod.

“No I didn’t eat them Reggie, they were old, I threw them away”

“You threw my noodles away?”

“Yes love, the veggies had mold on them”

“But I wanted to eat the noodles. That’s the only thing I craved in the cab. I was sitting and thinking about those noodles and I really..” Reg can’t finish his sentence because he is crying. He is actually crying about the noodles, big tears and full pout crying.

James can’t help himself but laugh. His boyfriend is standing in the kitchen at 3 am, crying because of the noodles with a lip quiver and that adorable, little pout.

“James, do not laugh! This is not funny you threw away my noodles” Reg says putting his hands on his hips.

“Come on baby, they had gone bad. Go up, try to take those glitters off and I’ll order you some”James pulls him by his belt loop and tries to kiss him. Reg is pretending to be upset but still smiles against James’s lips. He heads up to the bathroom happily.

Last thing Regulus remembers is going upstairs to get ready for bed. Now he wakes up because of a loud bang from the kitchen. He quickly goes down to see what’s going on.

“Jamie, are you okay?”

“Shit, did I wake you up? sorry love I dropped a lid” James answers. James who is standing in front of a stove, stirring a big pot of noodles at 4:30 in the morning.

“Jamie what are you doing?”

“The noodle place you like was not open when I tried to order, so I figured I’d try and make you some.” James was smiling at him “we ran out of spring onions but I think it will be okay”

“You made me noodles.” Regulus is staring at him, his mouth fully open.

“Yeah?!”

“Well.. Jamie is 4:30 in the morning”

“Yes but you were craving them, weren’t you?” James asks while getting a bowl from the cupboard.

Regulus is still standing. He cannot believe that he is not even surprised. Of course this is what James would do, he would stay up all night to wait for him and then cook him a stupid drunk craving at 4 in the morning. He is standing there and he is not even surprised that this is happening because things like this happen to him now. And he suddenly realizes the size of luck and happiness he has are unmeasurable, because he is used to things like this. He gets to receive James’s huge love and exist with this much kindness. He realizes how truly happy he is and how he would do anything to always be this warm from James.

As if something nudged him, Regulus moves suddenly, hugging, or more like jumping on his boyfriend’s back like a mad man. “You are going to marry me, right?” he asks with an extremely serious tone.

James turns around. He is smiling with his whole face, dimples on his cheeks, crinkles around his sweet, sweet brown eyes. He laughs with his loud laugh that Regulus prefers over any symphony he has ever heard.

“Right, of course, of course I will Reggie. I would do it right now if I could” he answers, with sincerity in his voice.

“Right, okay, good, perfect” Regulus answers, unable to form a coherent sentence after having every single cell in him injected with overdose of love. He kisses his, apparently very soon to be husband on his cheek and grabs a hot bowl of what he thinks will be the most delicious noodles in the world from his hands. He is happy truly, truly happy.

#jegulus #cooking noodles apparently gets you a proposal #reggies drunk craving #james potter #regulus black #marauders #dead gay wizards #regulus black loves Rihanna!

[thestarslittleking]

@jegulus-microfic Day: January 1st. Prompt: Decent Words: 649. CW: mild NSFW, Heavy making out and grinding. Tips and feedback welcomed <3

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Regulus reaches his arm across the bed only to find it empty, warm, but empty nonetheless. Stretching, he pushes himself up and looks around his room, all the clothes from last night were still thrown about so he couldn’t have left. Before he has a chance to wonder where he ran ran off to, naked at that, he hears the bathroom sink run right before the door opens and one James Potter walks out.

“Goodmorning” James mumbles as he crawls back into bed pulling Regulus into his lap kissing him tenderly.

Regulus presses into the kiss, wanting more. His hands, once wrapped leisurely around the other boys shoulders, start exploring his tan skin and leaving little red lines in his wake. Running up and down his arms, across is broad chest, down the dips and peak of his abs.

James lets out a groan and grabs Regulus’s hips, pulling them closer. Some part of him knows it’s wrong, that he shouldn’t be in bed with his best friends younger brother. He wants. Knows that when Sirius said he needed to get laid last night he hadn’t meant Regulus. He craves. But Regulus has always been more a quick fuck to him, he’s wanted him for years, wanted dates and lazy mornings, wanted commitment, trust, love. He needs. So last night when Regulus said he wanted him too, he couldn’t help but take. He has. Now with Regulus in his lap he can’t help but not care about any potential consequence.

James Potter wasn’t a drunk heat of the moment thing. No, Regulus Black is more calculated than that. He’d never make such rash decisions. James Potter was well thought out, he planned for him. He just needed to wait for his opportunity to strike. Knew he’d have him here one day. Under him with marks blooming on his neck and scratches down his back, whimpering his name.

He grinds into him as he sucks at the spot just under the hinge of his jaw. He feels James’s own hips twitching in attempt to chase some relief and starts moving faster, grinding harder.

“Reggie, ‘m close.” James mutters into his ear.

“Me too Jamie, me too.” That was a new one, Regulus has called James a lot of names before but never ‘Jamie’. Huh, who knew good dick could really change a man.

He’s so close to reaching his high, just a few more thrusts and-

“Reg, you decent in there?” Sirius bangs on the door. They boys freeze, breathes heavy.

“No I’m not you fucking cockblock, give me a second” He drags James into the bathroom shushing him as he closes the door. Throwing on a pair of joggers before opening the bedroom door.

“God, it reeks in here.” Sirius wrinkles his nose.

“Sorry, I didn’t have time to change the sheets between you banging on my door and being on the brink of a wonderful or-“

“Okay, okay, nevermind! Forget I said anything!” Sirius rushes out.

“What could you possibly need?” He raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Have you heard from James, he disappeared from the party last night and I haven’t heard from him since.”

“Why would I have heard from Potter? I have been getting thoroughly fucked so I don’t know where I’d have the time to keep tabs on your friends. Maybe keep him on a better leash next time Sirius.” Regulus’s tone bored and still somehow taunting.

“Oh I did not need to know that,” his whole body cringing, “well, if you hear from him let me know.”

“Will do. Now if that’s all I must be going.” Regulus starts to subtly close the door.

“Yeah, yeah that’s it.” Sirius eyes flick once more around the room before turning to go.

Regulus almost has the door closed when Sirius pauses. Hand shooting into the gap,“Hey, Reg?”

“What?” Regulus is getting irritated.

“Is that James’s sweater?”

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #thestarslittleking

[androidcharles]

Happy father's day! For those who aren't into the dads, I hope your day has been good nonetheless! Either way, I decided to write a little quick something to kinda give you guys an idea of not only more of my headcanons involving the Toppat past, but also where the fuck Ace Williams, Terrence's son came from. This isn't too long, just a bit of a quick one, but there are some mentions of abortion and of course male pregnancy, so if those are things that freak you out, you probably shouldn't read this!

With that, let's get into the story!

Reginald sorted through the assorted cloths in the bin as he let out a small “harumph.” He could have sworn there was a cloth in here that would make the perfect outfit. He let out a small sigh as he tried to dig through the pile before he looked up to see Taylor Tailor smiling smugly at him.

“Hey, Reggie, Terry’s here to talk to you,” Taylor said, motioning for him to follow them. He tipped his head to the side as he followed them to the main area of the seamstress department, where Terrence was sitting very awkwardly. Which was… strange. This was still his friend right? The same guy who would often hit on girls for no reason other then for the heck of it. So what was going on?

“Terry?” Reginald asked as Terrence jumped, smiling awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Hey Reg. Nice to see ya, um… there’s something I’ve gotta tell… somebody really. You’re the only person I can really trust with this information right now. At least until I work up the courage to tell the chief and his right hand.

“Hm? What is it?” Reginald asked. Terrence sat down before standing up, trying to figure out how to tell him. Finally he sat down and placed his hands into his face.

“I’m pregnant…”

Reginald dropped the fabric he had accidentally taken with him on the ground as his eyes widened, almost in immediate shock.

“You’re… you… how did…” Reginald began to sputter as Terrence’s arms flew up into the air.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW! Greater ones above, three months ago to me was just an awful blur. I can’t believe I forgot how I got pregnant. I remember having sex with one dude… I don’t remember if he used protection. I was drunk I think-”

“Oh greater ones above, you HAD DRUNK SEX?! Are you sure he wasn’t taking advantage of you?!” Reginald screamed.

“No, he wasn’t! I paid him to have sex with me. It was money well spent too… man he hit the right spots… ah well… anyway, the worst I was expecting was an STD but pregnancy… this is just too much.”

Reginald pursed his lips, trying to come up with a solution to this obvious problem. While on one hand, he wanted to scold Terrence for once again taking a risk in sleeping with a random stranger and managing to get pregnant in the process. But on the other, he couldn’t help but feel concerned about how Terrence was feeling right now. He sat down next to Terrence, who only looked away, clearly embarrassed.

“Terry, it’s gonna be alright. It’s all done now and there’s nothing that can really be done except, well-”

“No.” Reginald sighed as Terrence shook his head.

“I know there’s scientific mumbo jumbo that dictates that the thing inside of me isn’t technically alive yet, but greater ones above, getting rid of it before it even experiences life? No way dude. Until it starts killing me from the inside out, it stays in my body,” Terrence said.

“OK… so now that I know how long you’ve been pregnant, how did you figure it out?” Reginald asked.

“Guh, I don’t know. Lately I’d been craving really strange things, Danny went on about how I’ve been throwing up a little too much recently, and I get really mood swingy. I thought I was just taking some bad pills. Oh god, I’ve been drinking while pregnant do you think that’s gonna effect things?!”

“Well, you can stop now and hope that the drinking you’ve done doesn’t effect things now,” Reginald said.

“Well, it’s a good thing I haven’t be really craving beer…” Terrence said, laying his head onto Reginald’s shoulder, “But eventually I was talking to Ariel and… I don’t know, I started talking about how I’ve been sick lately and she went on to say that that was how she was before she had Carol. I took a pregnancy test from a drug store we were visiting and what do you know… it was positive,” Terrence said.

“Well now that aborting it is out of the question, it’s now time to decide if you’re going actually halt everything just so you can take care of this little one,” Reginald said, “After all, you probably won’t be allowed on anymore raids once you reach five months.”

“Shit, that’s two months from now…” Terrence said, “Damn…”

“And of course, you’re going to have to stay in the nursery until your baby is coherent enough to actually waddle on it’s own without your assistance. The separation will kill it, but it’ll get over it,” Reginald said.

“The thought of being away from my little dude is seriously making me anxious,” Terrence muttered, “Well, I guess I’d better be ready for the hiatus then. And I was kinda hoping to become the right hand too.” Reginald couldn’t help but feel a bit of rush when Terrence said this. He had talked extensively about how he wanted the right hand position for quite some time now and he was starting to get serious about it.

The thought of Terrence giving up the position just so he could raise his new child…

Then the idea of reality snapped back at him. It wasn’t like Terrence was going to be at his child’s side forever. He would be pregnant for another seven months, give or take, then he would probably give childcare for about nine or so months before he got back on his feet.

It would be a year and a half just about and Paul Dagwood wasn’t ready to retire yet.

“Well, don’t worry. I don’t think this will hurt your chances. If anything, it might actually increase them!” Reginald said, “Wilford seems a bit tough on the outside, but on the inside, he’s a family man. I’m pretty he’ll love that your raising a child. Regardless of where it came from…”

“I’m glad you think so Reg,” Terrence said, “I’m sorry if I’m being moody right now. Darn baby making me moody. So should I tell the chief?”

“It’s best. And get with the doctors as well. You need to have a plan in place, especially if things go awry or if the baby does hurting from the inside out and-”

“Will you stop worrying!?” Terrence said, punching Reginald’s arm, “I’ll be fine, I promise! I’ll just have to take baby steps from here. Quite literally I guess…” Reginald let out a small sigh before he nodded his head.

“Well, take care. You know where to find me if you get cold feet,” Reginald said. Terrence waved as Reginald sighed, placing his hands into his head.

Terry’s going to be a father.

Jaques never said anything about this...

#the henry stickmin collection #reginald copperbottom #terrence suave #the narrators stories #ahaha anyway #here's the story

[thirstystarkey]

Does your pretty face see what he's worth? 🌊 JJ MAYBANK

Requested by: @chinamolina602

Prompt: When JJ left Outer Banks he never in a million years thought about falling in love again, too traumatized from the previous toxic relationships, that was when he met Y/N a fearless girl who ran away to chase her surfer dreams who made JJ gave love a second change, the blond boy’s life took a 360° turn and from a pogue he turned into a surf legend. Returning to Outer Banks for a surf competition he comes across his ex girlfriend, a kook girl who thought he wasn’t enough for her but this time Y/N will teach this girl a lesson while her rockstar boyfriend rides the biggest waves.

THE first time Y/N saw JJ he came through her surf school with two heavy bags and a surfboard along with the paper she previously put out hiring for a surf teacher. She was working on some shell necklaces while some reggie tunes played in the background along with the waves and the chatting from the beaches.

“Is the offer still up?” JJ questioned the girl dropping his bags into the ground. He left everything behind in Outer Banks, taking only the necessary with him and enough money to survive. “I need this job.”

“Well, the offer is pretty much still up.” Y/N placed the shell down while she got up from the high chair she was sitting down during the past half hour. “Let’s see what you got then.” The tanned girl challenged him grabbing her own surfboard.

“N-now?” He asked, taken aback from her sudden proposal.

“Didn’t you said you needed the job?” Y/N grinned. “Show me what you got.”

“Bet.” He followed her to the sand. “Where’s your boss at?” Silly boy she thought.

“You’re looking at her.” She laughed taking off her shorts, getting ready to surf.

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly feeling embarrassed.

“I hear that a lot, you didn’t offend my ego.” Y/N winked at him. “Enough talk, time to catch waves.” She ran towards the water and he followed.

After the test both of them came out of the water out of breath. Y/N was mesmerized by how gracefully he moved in the water, so effortlessly. She had to hire him, she knew he could go far from that moment. Y/N saw the potential in him.

“Y/N!” She introduced herself properly, stretching her hand towards the confused boy.

“JJ.” He answered shaking her hand, confused by her smile.

“You got the job.” She said happy and JJ smiled relief.

“Thank you so so much Y/N, I won’t let you down!” He promised.

“Well I hope you won’t.” She said walking with him towards the school. “Here, tomorrow, at 6am.” She told him.

“That’s early.” He said not to happy with the chosen hour.

“You prefer 5am?” She joked.

“No, 6am it’s fine.” He laughed briefly scratching his head.

There he was the next day at 6am on the dot. Y/N was at least surprised when she arrived still a bit sleepy with her other two coworkers, Andy and Bodhi.

“Andy, Bodhi meet JJ.” Y/N introduced the boys. “He will be working with us from now on.” She patted them on the back.

“Hey man!” Bodhi said, oddly happy for that time in the morning. “Let’s catch some waves dude.”

“He’s a little cuckoo.” Y/N giggled watching the boys interact.

At the end of the first lesson JJ was dead. He never thought teaching little kid how to surf could be so tiring, he felt exhausted and the heat of Hawaii leaving him breathless yet he felt this strange overwhelming feeling of freedom. JJ felt like he was born again.

“You can go freshen up if you need, I’ll be here.” Y/N said when they got to the building and he did.

The surf school was a honest small business Y/N got when she came to Hawaii, her upbringing was hard and full of ups and downs. Growing up in a toxic home environment made it hard for her to succeed, she felt depressed all the time so one day in a act of bravery after her mom passed away she packed her bags and left never looking back. This was her home now. Her sanctuary, the place where she found inner peace and true happiness.

Y/N made two smoothie bowls, one for her and one for JJ as she waited for him to come back. She always cared for everyone and due to the extremely hot day she felt that a fresh snack could revive JJ for the next class.

“We don’t get one?” Andy frowned.

“You didn’t teach you don’t get a bowl, cry baby.” Y/N mocked him.

Once JJ returned he sat in front of Y/N still a bit awkward with the new group.

“Here, I made you one.” Y/N handed him one of the bowls.

“Why?” JJ asked confused.

“Because you’ve been in the sun for a long time, you need to eat.” Y/N explained almost mocking him.

“Thank you..” He said slowly taking the bowl into his hands. JJ immediately hummed when he tasted the fruity taste in his mouth which made everyone giggle. “This is good.” He complemented with a mouthful.

“Y/N makes the best smoothie bowls I swear!” Bodhi told, secretly jealous he didn’t get one.

JUST LIKE THAT days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years. JJ and Y/N only grew closer to each other, falling deeply for each other. Y/N made JJ feel things he never felt before, he became peaceful. Made new friends. He started over rebranding his name.

At first JJ wasn’t very fond of Y/N’s bubbly personality, her extreme happiness left him wondering the reasons behind it but eventually with time he grew more and more attached to it and realized that it was exactly what he’s been missing for years on end, he craved someone with a soul like hers. To JJ, Y/N was what the poets write about in pretty poems. She was his embodiment of the color yellow, she felt like the sun and the ocean at the same time. Her aura was beautifully mesmerizing.

With all started when one night after Y/N and JJ were left alone to close the school. She invited him to go grab some food before they both head to there separate ways. They ended up talking hours on end, over everything and anything, they kept drinking cheap beer and chatting until the owner of the restaurant told them he was about to close and they really needed to leave.

Next came lunches together, walks down the beach together, listening to music in the car at some random parking lot. The most important one, surfing together.

The night JJ told Y/N about his past she cried, unable to keep herself together. He talked with so much passion of his friends, they were his family she learned, so for something forcing him to leave everything behind it had to be painful.

“Do you miss them?” Y/N asked looking at the moon, they were talking in her balcony.

“I do sometimes, but I know they are waiting for me.” He says. “But I needed to leave that shit town, I had the urge to start over after the situation with the gold.” He explained.

“I get that, the urge to run away.” Y/N said, looking at him him while she rested her head in her shoulder.

“You do?” JJ asked curiously.

“I ran away from home two years ago.” She bursted out her secret. It felt good to finally tell someone. “When my mom died I packed my bags and left at the first opportunity I got, my dad was a monster I couldn’t stay with him.” Y/N explained.

“I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserved going through that stuff.” JJ said grabbing her hand. “Everything will work out now.” He cheered her, rubbing her hand.

The first time they kissed still felt like yesterday, it happened at a beach party where everyone had to wear white. It was a tradition. They weren’t drunk but JJ swore on his life that Y/N looked like a true angel dressed in that beautiful white dress with her hair down and soft makeup, he never saw her like that. When he kissed her, Y/N felt like the night turned into day again extremely lost in his arms to think coherently. Fast forward to a few weeks later, the first night they slept together happen on her birthday. JJ, Andy and Bodhi planned a surprise birthday party for her at the surf school, everyone came which left her surprised. She never had one of those parties.

The school only grew more popular among the population and throughout the years JJ became a surf icon around the continent. Y/N was always there, winning some medals as well and supporting her boyfriend along the way. They walked the road together, they slept in vans together when they couldn’t afford hotel rooms and Y/N never once complained about it. She loved the experience, it made her feel alive.

One night, they stopped to get some rest and JJ remembered how the first girl he thought he loved was never by his side, instead she was always mad at him for the things he loved. Of course that been a pogue dating a kook was hard but with Y/N everything came so easily, it made him wonder.

“You know, I once dated a girl that was nothing like you.” He said out of nowhere carressing her hair. Y/N looked at him for more. “I don’t mean it in a bad way, she was always so stuck up her nose and she always ramble about me and my friends and how she hated that i surfed.” He laughed. “I’m so grateful that I found you and I got this opportunity to win this championship.” He kissed her hairline.

“I’m grateful I can be by your side.” She said. “Since the first time you walked in that school I knew you could go a long way.” Y/N confessed. “I believed in you.” She added sleepy.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me Y/N, I’m so excited about you meeting my friends.” He said happy.

“The pogues huh, I will love them.” She laughed in his arms.

LIFE AT OUTER BANKS didn’t change that much, Kiara now owned The Wreck and shared a house with Pope who was her boyfriend, Pope, a young man who lost a scholarship to help his best friends still found a job he enjoyed at the hospital. John B and Sarah never came back even though they still updated their friends from time to time.

The last spot of the competition JJ and Y/N where on took place at Outer Banks, everyone knew his name since he left and became a surf legend. The beach was full, everyone came to see JJ surf along with the other famous surfers. And his ex girlfriend also came, surprising Y/N and JJ with a baby in her arms and a tired look on her pretty hollow face.

She approach Y/N unaware of her relationship with JJ now, Y/N was working backstage with the organization of the event while the girl tapped her shoulder getting her attention.

“Hi, I’m Olivia.” She introduced herself and immediately Y/N recognized that name from JJ’s stories. This was the ex girlfriend. “Where’s JJ?” She asked a bit rudely.

“Hi, Y/N.” She said with a slight smile. “He’s surfing right now, as you can see.” Y/N pointed towards the water where the blond boy receive applauses.

“I really need to talk to him.” Olivia stated annoyed, clearly not understanding what Y/N said previously.

“You need to wait until he finishes.” Y/N warned looking at her boyfriend while he catched good waves.

“I don’t have your time.” Olivia said in a high pitch voice. “I need to talk with him now, who do you think you are? A good little friend? I’m his ex girlfriend that he loved, I’m sure he is dying to see me.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Olivia done with her.

“Sorry, Olivia, but you missed out.” Y/N laughed softly looking at her. “Tough luck, that boy’s mine now.” She winked at Olivia who had a rather mad expression in her face. “You should know that we are more than good friends and that’s how the story ends.” She added calmly.

Olivia opened her mouth but nothing came so Y/N kept on talking, she had so many things to tell her.

“I’m not judging you, it’s just a shame you couldn’t see the man this boy could be.” Y/N said proud of JJ, while she took a few glances at him coming out of the water, already drowning in reporters to get his words. “Olivia if I can teach you something you should know that there’s always more than what meets the eye, while you couldn’t look past JJ’s friends and his passions I saw the soul inside him.” Y/N spoke looking straight at JJ while he stepped on the podium, he got the first place. He won.

“I’m sorry, I have to you.” Olivia said embarrassed. “And don’t worry, this isn’t his child. I hope you two are happy.” She said walking away.

“I hope you find someone and truly love them Olivia, it was nice to meet you.” Y/N said politely, offering her hand for Olivia to shake.

When Y/N was free again she left Andy and Bodhi with the paper work and she ran straight to JJ’s arms. She jumped into his arms and JJ held her right away while Y/N kissed his whole face.

“I’m so proud of you.” She managed to congratulate him through the kisses. “I love you so much JJ Maybank.” Y/N whispered into his lips before she kissed him properly. Getting lost in him and in his free spirit.

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[socialmediasocrates]

GP’s on Mulberry: the Coffee Vampire

Rating: T (some mild drug references) Word count: 573 Summary: Part two of GP’s on Mulberry, a series of short drabbles following a college student named Toni. Each short is a little slice of life relating to one of the many strange regulars of the eponymous diner, GP’s on Mulberry, as they come and go during Toni’s overnight shift.

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The first regular turned up at about 10:30pm on Toni’s third Wednesday on the overnight shift.

After three weeks of truckers and drunk college kids, Toni had been starting to think that the weird little laugh Margie had given when she told her that the overnight regulars were “a funny bunch” was just for effect. But the guy that slumped on to one of the stools on the counter? Definitely qualified as “funny” by some definitions.

He could have been twenty-eight or fifty-eight for how well Toni could ping his age. Dark skin, darker hair worn in tight braids, eyes a shade or two browner than black. He seemed kind of gaunt, and there were prominent dark bags under his eyes, but that was about all Toni noticed about him. She didn’t really have a lot of time to look. The guy reached one of his extra-lanky arms across the counter and started rooting around for a mug, and Devon just kept reading his magazine over by the register.

“Um, excuse me sir!” Toni shot Devon a look, and Devon turned the page of his magazine. “Can we help you?”

“No, I’m good.” He was pouring himself a cup of coffee, now. “Unless you can make me some fries. Then, I’d like a plate of those.”

“Please don’t reach behind the-”

“He’s fine, Toni.” Devon stowed his magazine away and dug out another one. “He’s been coming in forever.”

“I didn’t know Glo was hiring.” The man looked at her over the rim of his cup of coffee as he drank it, but without much interest.

“Nah, she’s a Marge hire.”

That man came back every Wednesday for the next month, and every time he just drank coffee and chit-chatted with Devon. For all the coffee he drank, Toni figured that he probably shouldn’t have looked so damn tired all the time. He always kind of slumped across the counter until after he’d had half a pot or so, and even after he just propped his head up on his hand.  

“You could probably stand to get more sleep,” she ventured once, as he worked on his fifth cup of the night.

“Hmm?”

“You’re always drinking coffee.”

“Yeah.”

“And you always look tired, anyway.”

“Yeah?”

“So you could probably stand to get more sleep...?”

“Oh.” He finished his coffee in one long gulp. “No, I don’t need the caffeine. Doesn’t do much for me.”

“What? Why the hell do you drink so much coffee, then?”

“Curbs the blood craving. Give Marge her dime.”

Despite her best efforts, he didn’t elaborate any further on this and stared her down until she’d put a dime into Margie’s swear jar before leaving. As always, he left a ten-dollar bill on the counter, and as always Devon just pocketed the whole thing. Toni was really beginning to wonder how this establishment stayed open. They charged fifty cents for coffee, and Devon pocketed random bills.  

“Was he fucking with me?” she demanded as the door swung closed behind the customer. “He just said the coffee curbs his blood cravings?”

“What? Reggie? Nah, he wouldn’t do that. That’s gonna be a quarter for Margie.”

Much like Reggie, Devon never answered any of her questions, just pointed at the swear jar. He did sell her some weed at the end of her shift, and she struck out for the bus stop feeling like she was going to need it. Badly.

#original fiction #short story #serial fiction #writeblr #creative writing #urban fantasy #gp's on mulberry #arye the hack writer #mothfloss writes

[vagrantblvrd]

Got any jeremwood ideas rattling around your brain? I've been craving battle buddies (lately, but also always), smooches ideally

You know, friend? I’ve had Battle Buddies in the back of my brain a lot recently and like nothing for them to do? But then in the shower this morning I had an Idea.

These two idiots working for their respective agencies or units and have the Worst Bosses whether through sheer incompetence or design. (Laziness or greed and not their problem if some asshole agents/operatives bit it on their watch. Hell, might be for the best if they do, if the WB is corrupt or working for the Enemy whoever that is.)

Ryan, well he’s in a Bad Place because some missions that Went Wrong and his name’s not worth much in their world anymore, right? Everyone thinks he’s either the worst kind of jinx with how many missions/operations go to shit when he’s around or he’s on the Enemy’s payroll. (Whoever that may be.)

Jeremy?

Young and stupid and got into some shit he shouldn’t have and it was this or jail and for whatever reason this seemed like the better deal. (Tell that to his scars or nightmares or shortened life-span whenever that shitball mission that gets him killed way before his time rolls around, though.)

They’re both stuck where they are and (more or less) resigned to it.

Ryan’s got Plans, though, on how to get out of his situation. Intel and Secrets he’s been gathering for years hoping to expose the people behind whatever gave him a bad reputation. (He spins it like that in his head sometimes, tries to make it about himself and not the others, the good people he’s known, who got killed by these assholes because otherwise he might abandon the long game he’s been playing for years and go in guns blazing. (OR the equivalent.)

Jeremy’s got an idea or two, but they keep reassigning him or the people he trusts to help him and he’s not sure what the safest way to do this is anymore. (Oh, he’s not worried for himself, but Matt and Trevor? Yeah. Big, big worries about those two assholes and how easy it would be for them to have “accidents” if he fucks up, so. Yeah.)

ANYWAY.

Their bosses have been working them hard for a few months (months, years, it all blurs together you know?) and they get some downtime before a Big Mission.

Conveniently (Plot Reasons) they’re in the same city at the time, because of course they are. Last stop coming back from a shitty mission to go to HQ to brief for the next shitty mission and their flight isn’t until the next day or something along those lines. (PLOT REASONS.)

Ryan gets a message telling him to meet a contact who might be able to help him with his own secret mission at a shady club somewhere. Jeremy – fuck.

He just wants a drink, and if he runs into someone to spend the night with that’s a bonus. (All this stress from the last however long and knowing he’s probably going to be dead by the end of the week, and why the fuck not, right?)

SO.

They both end up at the same club (PLOT REASONS) and Ryan’s contact never shows, so he just. Fuck, he’s already there and the diet soda’s flowing and just.

He doesn’t even know, is the thing.

Doesn’t want to go back to the shithole he’s been staying at because it’s bugged to high hell and it’s always entertaining to people watch. (Entertaining and keeps his skills sharp, two birds and all that.)

After a while he notices this one guy, right? Short as hell but there’s just something about him that makes you forget that – might be the fact he’s about to get into a fucking fight with some asshole hassling a couple of women. (Young, college age or thereabouts and looking around for the bouncer who’s been MIA for a while now.)

No one else seems willing to get involved, deescalate things or back the short fucker up, so Ryan tosses back the last of his drink (and fuck, fuck, don’t do that again because oh, God, the carbonation,) and goes over to help.

He doesn’t catch what the drunk asshole says – music’s too loud and there are people all over the fucking place – but he hears the short guy laugh. This bark, really, sounds like he’s heard the best damn joke ever – and hauls back and decks the drunk asshole without dropping that bright, friendly smile of his.

Fucking goes for it, you know? Perfect form and in the back of Ryan’s head he knows it’s weird to be hung up on that, but he’s too busy watching the short bastard turn to handle the drunk asshole’s friend to be bothered by that. (Also, making his way through the crowd to help, all “Pardon me,” and, “Passing through, don’t mind me, ladies,” and so on.

By the time he reaches the short bastard (of course it’s Jeremy) Jeremy’s taken care of two more assholes and all that’s left for Ryan to do is trip the last idiot running into the fight so he falls on his face and just kind of stays there, too drunk to realize what just happened and overall just dumb.

Jeremy’s got all this adrenaline running through him and turns to face Ryan, thinking he’s just another asshole (he’s not wrong on that one, but Ryan’s a different kind of asshole, so…) and Ryan gives him this dumb smile and holds his hands up.

“Whoa, hey,” he says, and he’s laughing a little because Jeremy looks like he’s about to go for his damn throat. “I was going to lend you a hand with these idiots, but it looks like you have everything under control.”

Jeremy stares at him because what? After a moment what Ryan says actually registers and he looks around at the drunk assholes picking themselves up off the ground (or helping their buddies who Jeremy knocked the fuck out) scurry off with their tails between their legs.

And then it’s mutual staring because Idiots, and the women Jeremy helped clear their throats and thank him before wandering off.

More staring?

Jeremy looking Ryan over like hey, okay, not bad on the eyes, and he doesn’t seem like an asshole? Meanwhile Ryan’s like oh, no because Jeremy’s also not hard on the eyes and it’s been a while for him and how do social interaction with someone who’s not a contact or target or WB?

Thankfully Jeremy is less of a human disaster (not by much, but it’s enough) and they wander off to a quiet table somewhere. Ryan gets another diet soda and Jeremy gets his drink and they chitchat for a while, Jeremy getting a wee bit tipsy and Ryan getting a wee bit more oh, no because Jeremy’s nice and funny and laughs at Ryan’s dumb jokes even though they’re both well aware how terrible they are?

And then!

Just when they’re about to maybe get around to the your place or mine bit of the conversation, they both notice some Shady Dealings going on.

Too well-trained not to notice, and Ryan’s like well, shit and makes up some lame excuse to go check on things, not knowing he beat Jeremy to it by mere seconds.

Ryan goes all Sekrit Agent/operative with the stealthily following/eavesdropping whatever while Jeremy does the same. (Due to Plot Reasons they don’t spot one another right away because Plot Reasons.)

The stalking continues long enough for them to realize some serious shit is going down – maybe ties into their respective missions, maybe not.

Shenanigans in which they lose the guy’s they’re tailing and round a corner to run into one another and don’t recognize one another at first, just think they’re baddies?

Some hand-to-hand Sekrit Agent fighty stuff until Ryan manages to pin Jeremy (height/weight advantage or something, and Jeremy’s still got that alcohol slowing his reflexes and just, yes) and then Ryan’s like - !!! because it’s the guy from the club?

Jeremy totally gave him a fake name – old habits and Ryan still doesn’t believe anyone would be so cruel to name their kid Rimmy Tim, but whatever.

ANYWAY.

Jeremy is likewise !!! because what are the odds, right? (Ryan also gave him a fake name, and no one names their kid Reggie or whatever, but the hell does he know?)

Some Suspicion because what are the odds, indeed. Also, their respective situations and career choice make trust a hard thing to earn and all that, but before they can get too deeply into the do they or don’t they of trusting one another the actual baddies find them.

Thought they were being followed and better check it out, and anyway, there’s the usual shootout/hide behind cover and snark back and forth before one of them gets a flesh wound and they manage to escape.

Go to some cheap motel – God knows wherever they’ve been staying isn’t safe or secure – bugged to hell and who the fuck knows what else – to patch one another up. Offer some truth – sekrit agent/operatives and (technically) on the same side and the baddies are definitely NOT on their side and too much Good Guys NOT to look into things even if they’re on their own?

And wouldn’t you know it, they both know where to get their hands on the weapons gear they’re going to need to deal with things in the city and it’s just.

The two of them working together – and totally flirting because there are no rules tonight, you know? They’re probably (definitely) going to get themselves killed doing this and no WB breathing down their necks and their next mission probably would have killed them anyway.

Super competent sekrit agent/operative stuff with the track jig down the baddies and finding out what they’re doing (weapons trades or national secrets, something blah, blah, blah,) and being all oh no, that’s hot when one of them shows their competence or does some cool sekrit agent/operative thing?

Also bantering and realizing that while this is the worst idea either of them has ever had, it’s also the most fun?

(Which is sad because wow, they’ve wasted a lot of their lives working for assholes, but whatever.)

Before they go in for the climactic fight or whatever, they’re like, fuck it and kiss because might as well at this point, right?

Probably going to die, and if they don’t it’s not going to hurt. (They were thinking about the whole one-night stand thing before the sekrit agent/operative shit happened, so yeah.)

Action scene like whoa in which there is shooting and yelling and (flesh wounds on Ryan and Jeremy’s part because I’m a sucker for those, sorry friend) and one of them being held at gunpoint, because of course they are.

The thing where their eyes meet and the one being held at gunpoint by the Head Baddy (Jeremy, it’s totally Jeremy) is all “Do it,” or “This isn’t your fault,” or something else the Good Guy always says in this situation? And  Ryan starts to lower his gun because he can’t let the HB kill him?

And just when the HB is all gloaty mcgloaterson, Ryan whips out a throwing knife and gets him in the throat, saving Jeremy’s life and making the HB super dead.

The !!! moment of realizing wow, he’s not dead? And Ryan being like wow, it actually worked? Neat! And then the two of them staring at one another like what now?

Which, of course, is when the sekrit agents/operatives who have been watching HB and their cronies this whole time show up.

Geoff and his idiots and just. The fuck did you two do? (~Ruined months of work on Gavin and Michael’s part, since they’ve been working on getting HB and their people with the weapons trade/national secret thing and goddamn, what the fuck you two?)

Ryan and Jeremy being all ??? while Geoff’s people swarm the area and get shunted off to a little gray room somewhere for debriefing/interrogation thinking they’re really fucked this time? Sit there for hours and hours and hours. (Chitchat and banter and try not to think about what’s going to happen to them now.)

But of course not. (Because Plot Reasons.)

Geoff sweeps in with Jack and they have a nice chat about things.

The shit Ryan and Jeremy did with HB and their people, and their respective situations with their agencies/units and what do they say about working for Geoff instead?

“Uh,” and “What?”, and “Are you high?”

Because look.

No way their respective agencies/units are going to let them go knowing what they do, right? Shady as hell and corrupt and they’d rather see Ryan and Jeremy dead than let them tell anyone what’s been going on. (Have been trying for a while, actually, but they’re stubborn bastards.)

Geoff rolling his eyes and asking them if they’d like to work for him if he helped them take care of their respective agencies/units because he’s had his people looking into things since Ryan and Jeremy stumbled into their operation and the things they found, you know?

Still.

Best deal they’ve been offered – and who knows, they might live through it – so they say yes.

Geoff is delighted because he’s been meaning to deal with their agencies/units but hasn’t had the time with other shit going on. But with them on board it’ll go faster, or something?

Whatever.

Jeremy won’t do it unless Geoff gets Matt and Trevor out of his agency/unit – which he does because they’re useful bastards. (Also, like hell would he have left them there once he found out what was going on.)

Ryan’s own people (the ones still alive) were out of the line of fire before now, so he’s good to go.

Geoff (who doesn’t realize what he’s done, but when he does? ALL the regret) introduces them to Gavin and Michael and everyone else and it’s pretty much a disaster in the best way.

They get teamed up because everyone's impressed with what they managed to do and all that. Work together for a few months with the flirting and banter before they finally go on a date-thing?

Like.

Flirting’s easy, comes with the territory, but actual FEELINGs and whatnot are complicated and stupid hard. (...that’s what she said.)

Takes a close call to make them realize they’re wasting time better spent NOT being dumbasses (and maybe one of the others says as much) and then it’s some blurted invitation to coffee or burgers or whatever and this date...thing.

It gets ruined, of course, because enemies from their past pop up and shoot at them and then shenanigans? But they smooch somewhere in there and get other the awkward stage of being them and not knowing how to do FEELINGS and like. Save the day, but also smooch, idk, you know how these things go.

And then everyone makes fun of them for forever for not figuring their shit out before then, and also a lot of death-defying shenanigans and explosions and sekrit agent/operative fun-times???

#ragehappy #jeremwood #battle buddies #anon #prompt fills #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #sekrit agents aus #Anonymous

[carelesstemper]

revenge

i’ve been so about what’s next for me that when it comes to boys I can’t really think about it or want it. 

how I've grown from the period of my life where obsessing over boys were constant. yet, I’d never do anything about it. 

that is until the time I started seeing.... we’ll call him Reggie. when I first started working with him and being friends with him I started liking him a lot. I don’t know when liking me back became a thing for him but what I do know is my focus was on this guy who was really cute and was saying things that made me blush. What I didn’t see was that I was the rebound. nothing more, and I didn’t even give him what he wanted. He told me he liked me and wanted try a relationship and when I spent the night and we didn’t sleep together... all of a sudden he didn’t want me anymore. This was the first guy that really got my attention in a way that I've never given to anybody. I wanted to be around him I wanted to talk to him everyday. After he broke my heart I was devastated. I wanted to go back and be in that little bubble I was in just months before where we were constantly flirting and I was getting his undivided attention. I craved to be back in that zone of deceit.  Every time I would get drunk with my “friends” I would message him and tell him things I would never say to him when I’m sober. the worst part is he still doesn’t hate me and he doesn’t look at me as embarrassing.  He never really made comments on the things I hated most about myself which is good but it doesn’t really mean it hurts any less. This guy was a game changer. Literally. 

Every guy after that I would never let them get past the talking stage. I would always just keep my guard up and when things got the tiniest bit serious or in anyway intimate, I would walk away from it. I would block the guy and never talk to him again and this cycle just kept repeating itself. To this day I don’t know if it had anything to do with Reggie.  what I do know is that I need to work on myself in order to want to give a little bit of myself to someone else. I think that’s at least one of the factors. 

today, I don’t hate myself but I’m not entirely in love with myself either. 

I’m proud, because this thing that broke my heart in two became something I’m glad I overcame. an obstacle I never thought i’d get through. I think that’s something that really matters. I’m starting to get to know me and how I work and now, what’s left is to find things I love doing and things that make me happy. yes, in this moment I do love myself. 

bye:) 

#heartbroken #boys #writing #diary #love #self care

[sinfulserpents]

MASTERLIST

Hey !!! so here’s a masterlist of all my works and that shabang:)

(also if your gif appears on my account please tell me so i can properly credit you xx)

you can also track my works by searching ‘sinfulserpentwrites’ on my account x

✶ = smut

I tried my best to describe my fics but I’m bad at describing stuff so I hope they’re okay.

Riverdale

Sweetpea:

◦ Run! 

 You and Sweetpea have a moment while on the run from authorities  

◦ Stay

  Who knew sharing a bed could lead to this?

◦ I Like You

One where you both finally admit your feelings

◦ You

It’s always going to be him. No matter who comes along to tear you apart.

◦ Boyfriend

You needed a fake boyfriend so you ask one of your best friends, but could you end up with a real boyfriend by the end of the night?

◦ Have You Lost Your Mind?

Sweetpea gets a tattoo that shocks you

◦ Vacation

You get into a little accident while on vacation with the serpents

◦ Please Stay

Were you really going to leave without getting the answers you desperately craved?

◦ Friends For Now

Rivals turned friends. For now.

◦ Badass

Sweetpea realizes his girlfriend is a badass, well, kind of.

◦ Glitter and Blessings

You and your kids have an artsy day.

◦ Helpless - Part 2

God, he hated fighting with you

◦ Trouble

He’s trouble, but you love him

◦ Checklist Series

Your best friend Toni has gone away on a two-week vacation with her girlfriend Cheryl and left you a to-do list. [UNCONTINUED]

◦ Isn’t Enough

Sometimes love isn’t enough.

Fangs Fogarty:

◦ Drunk

Your boyfriend gets a little too drunk.

◦ Arcade 

You meet a cute stranger at the arcade, due to unfortunate events,

◦ Patience

Your boyfriend loves to get you in trouble, even during class.

FP Jones:

◦ Drunk on You

You move on and FP has to learn to deal with that.

◦ It’s Okay to Cry

Sometimes everything just becomes too much and your boyfriend has to remind you that it’s okay.

Fred Andrews:

◦ Consider it Done

Fred annoys you and tries to make it up to you.

Reggie Mantle:

◦ Insecure

You and your boyfriend get into a fight over his insecurities

13 Reasons Why

Scott Reed:

◦ Take Care of You ✶

Your boyfriend tries to make your first time extremely special.

◦ Sticky Notes

Leaving sticky notes for him in his locker

◦ Number One Fan

I think it’s safe to say you're Scott’s number one fan.

◦ Help 

Scott helps tutor you and it scores you a well-deserved date.

◦ Entertain Me ✶

Your boyfriend attempts to rid you of your boredom.

◦ Pinky Swear 

Scott takes care of you while you’re drunk.

Justin Foley:

◦ Oh My God

Your best friend needs your help to find something very important, but oh my god is he annoying.

Jeff Atkins:

 ◦ I miss you

You visit your boyfriend, missing him more than ever.

Crossovers

Sweetpea (past Montgomery):

Start Over: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Time to move on and start over from your old life.

Scott Reed (past Sweetpea):

Moving on: Part 1

Maybe Scott can help you forget your ex-boyfriend?

Marvel

Bucky Barnes (& Thor Odison):

◦ Keep it to Myself: Part 1, Part 2

You love Bucky. He loves you. Or so you thought. [a very terrible angsty fic, yikes]

Actors:

Justin Prentice:

◦ Sorry

You and your boyfriend get into a heated fight, can he make it up to you?

#sinfulserpentwrites #masterlist

[killmongersbootycall]

Princess 👑

Description:

Jamilah is a spoiled rich girl who doesn’t know when to stop acting up. Her doting father who never knows when to stop her in her tracks is scared to realization when she nearly kills herself in a drunken episode. New body guards are needed on the double. Then walks in Erik Stevens. Read as their lives intertwine in ways that are good, and some that are not so great. Besides, Erik seems to be hiding something. What is it? Read to find out.

(Minor Spanking, Minor Fondling, Angst, Flirting.)

~~~

Chapter 4

1 2 3 4

You’re a more than a little disappointed when for the next few days, Erik straight up ignores you as best as he can. What really grinds your gears though is how he pretends he can’t see how pissed off you are, no matter how much you show it. You hate it. The feeling of not getting your way. You always got what you wanted, be it through your fathers money or through your charms. Hell, even threats worked in your favor. But Erik was immune to it all, and that was really frustrating. You wanted him to pay attention to you. Yeah, he’s your bodyguard and he kinda has no choice in that but you craved it in another way. You wanted him to want you like everyone else did. It was the first time in your life someone didn’t react to you as everyone else did and that was beyond annoying.

Your yellow acrylic nails tap rhythmically against the table in front of you. You pop your gum loudly, ignoring the way customers seated in the fancy restaurant you were in flinched, glancing at you occasionally, disgust in their eyes. You glare at a particular woman who whispers to her husband about you and she stiffens and turns quickly back to her meal. Unbeknownst to you, it’s Erik’s glare from behind you that spooks her. You uncross and cross your legs under the table, getting impatient. Your father and his ‘wife’ were supposed to be at the table with you, but they both had to mysteriously use the bathroom at the same time.

The two come back to the table giggling, your fathers usually pristine hair a mess and his ‘wife’s’ face flushed. You roll your eyes, irritation rising in you and slight embarrassment due to the fact that Erik was here to see all this.

“Jam, I hope we didn’t keep you waiting to long. The line was... absurd.” Your father says, a guilty smile slipping into his face.

You love your father, so to keep the peace, you smile back at him and nod. “It’s no problem, daddy.” You reply sweetly.

He smiles back in satisfaction, his hand coming up to caress your cheek to which you beam at him. Your stepmother watches on with narrowed eyes.

“Ahem.” She clears her throat, bringing up a napkin to dab at her lips. You can’t help but roll your eyes and look at her.

Delores Manchester. At least, she used to be Manchester. You refused to acknowledge the fact that you both now shared the same last name. The woman was the devil in disguise. Your father had married her about two year ago and she would be another on his very, very long list of ex wives. Normally, you would never have bothered yourself in whatever new gold digger your father married, knowing they’d be around for a year at most, but Delores had lasted, and not only did that make you worry, but there was also something about her. She’d always sneak off to make phone calls, or disappear for days on end telling you father she had a business trip (obvious lie because what ex-model goes on business trips). Something about her was off, but in all honesty, you didn’t care enough to investigate. You just didn’t like the bitch, period.

“So, Jamilah honey-“

“Don’t call me honey.” You say interrupting her midsentence.

She falters and her eyes momentarily become cold but it’s just for a second, and then she’s beaming at you in that fake stepmother way stepmothers do when they’re trying to impress their husbands. Your father silently watches on, too pussy to say anything to his new wife.

“Ahem, Jamilah. How is everything with the business?” She asks, taking a sip of her wine.

You immediately get irritated. You had a side business running. A hair salon. The problem is that for some strange reason, it was like god didn’t wanna see you prosper, so there was always something wrong with the store. Mysterious fire. Robbery. Hell, y’all even had a lice outbreak once.

“It’s great. Business is booming.” You reply smugly.

A flash of amusement blooms in Delores’ eyes and you narrow yours at her for a second. It’s gone though. She nods with a plastic smile.

“That’s wonderful. About time really.” She says, a deeminging smirk on her face.

You feel your blood boil. “Excuse me?” You ask, finger digging into the table.

“I mean, some would say this idea of yours is the literal definition of insanity. All signs point to this... facility, of yours failing, and every time something heinous happens, you build it up from scrap again. I’m just worried as your mother, that’s all.” She states, all the while smiling and sipping.

You see red and you move to get up, but a hand on your shoulders sends you right back down to your seat and firmly holds you there. You turn around and see Erik looking at you with a cautious look, and you turn back around after taking a deep breath.

“Firstly, you’re not my mother. Second, don’t be worried about me and my business, we’re fine. Worry about how much longer your gonna keep your claws in my father cus from what I’ve seen over the years, your time is running out.” You reply, hate spewing into each word that comes from your mouth.

Your fathers hands slam the table. You jump and look at him. The whole restaurant has gone silent, and your father looks at you with anger in his eyes.

“That is enough. She’s asking because she cares Jamilah. Don’t you see that?” He asks, and it breaks your heart to see the pain in his eyes.

“But daddy, she-“

“I don’t wanna hear it, Jam.” He interrupts. You fall silent, and Erik’s hand on your shoulder softens, almost comforting you.

Tears well in your eyes and you get up from the chair, the sudden movement making Delores jump. You glare at her then at your dad before snatching up your purse and practically running out of there. You run to the main entrance and exit, then whip your phone out and call your limo driver. You wait for the limo not even noticing Erik behind you.

He clears his throat, not liking the awkward atmosphere. You turn around and see that its him, and a wave of anger comes over you. You dont mean to do it, but you immediatley take your anger out on him.

“What the hell makes you think you can touch me? What was that in there? You seem to forget that I’m the one who fucking pays you. I’m the one who lets you have food on your fucking table. Keep pissing me off and I will fire your ass faster than you can say ‘oops’.” You yell at him. At the end of your rant, your panting loudly.

Erik’s face is blank, and bored with the lack of reaction from him, you turn away from him with a huff. Behind you though, Erik silently seethes, and it takes the strength and patience of his ancestors not to each you the lesson you so deprately deserve. The limo pulls up and you step in, sitting far away from Erik. Erik enters and sits, still not speaking.

“Where to, Ma’am?” Your driver asks from the pane that seperates you from him. 

“Anubis. Step on it. I’m tryna get drunk tonight.” You reply with an eyeroll.

You hear a scoff next to you and turn your head just as Erik speaks.

“No you not. Straight home, Reggie. Thank you.” Erik says, then closes the pane.

You stare at him baffled. “Um, ex-fucking-scuse me? I said Anubis and I meant that shit.” You seethe, leaning forward to open the pane. 

Eriks hand stops you, yanking you back to your seat. You gasp when your butt makes impact with the chair and turn to look at Erik. 

“Sit down and shut up. You’re going home.” He says then looks away.

You’re reaction is instant. You hand collides with his cheek hard, a smacking sound resonating through the back seat. Your palm stings from the contact, so your sure Erik felt it. He doesn’t move for a second, just staring ahead, then his head turns towards you. His hand moves to the pane and opens it, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Reggie?” 

“Yes?”

“When I close this, this shit becomes sound proof, right?”

“Yes.”

“Aight, just checking.” The hand on the pane shuts it, then moves away.

In a sudden movement, Erik grabs you and you squeal as your sent sprawling over his lap. You bring your arms to brace yourself while asking what the hell he’s doing, but those arms are grabbed and yanked behind you, held securely against your back by one of Erik’s hands. You struggle and kick, but it’s useless.

“What the fuck? Let me up Erik!” You scream, feeling your face go hot from both the position your in and rage.

“Shut up.” He says, calm as can be.

You buck and fight, trying your hardest to get free from this man.

“You can’t talk to me like that you fucking bitch! Let me go right now! Erik, right no-“

Smack!

All thoughts in your head halt, as do the words leaving your mouth. It takes a second for you to register that the loud smack you heard and the stinging pain on your ass correlate. You look at the black leather car seat in shock.

“When I say something Jamilah, I mean that shit.” He grits, repharasing your words in a way that would usually leave you seething, but you’re in too much shock to react.

Seconds go by without you saying anything, but then common sense seeps back into you.

“Erik, let me up.” You say, and it borderline sounds like your begging because you didn’t mean for your voice to be that soft.

“No. Now shut up.” He repeats.

Your anger flares again and you put your head up to say something but another slap lands on your ass and all that leaves you is a gasp of pain.

You lay there silently for what seems like forever but is only a couple of seconds, and what brings you back to your senses again is the feeling of Erik pulling your skirt up.

“No wait!” You squeal, kicking your legs in an attempt to go free again.

He ignores you and pulls it up anyway, leaving your black lace panty covered ass on display. You whimper and struggle again, but it’s futile, so you give up, slumping against him.

Your breath hitches when his fingers are suddenly against your clit, your panties the only thing blocking him. You want to yell at him and ask him what he’s doing, but what leaves your mouth is a keen of need instead. His fingers don’t move much, just pressing slightly over and over again, and he’s so quiet, you don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it.

Erik watches as your thighs spread open more, as if inviting him. That, and the sound of his name slipping from your lips in an airy, hungry tone snap him back to reality. His hand moves and your skirt is pulled back down.

Your hands are realeased and your pushed back up. Your eyes try to meet his, but he’s doing everything to avoid yours. You stare at him for a moment, your hands fidgeting, and as you open your mouth to comment on what just happened, Reggie’s voice fills the back.

“We’ve arrived, Madam.” He says.

You glance out the window and see people walking in and out of the building you reside in. This is usually a normal sight, but what makes a frown of confusion and curiosity slip onto both yours and Erik’s face is the fact that some of these people are obvious law enforcement while others have the word ‘coroner’ in large yellow print on the back of their navy jackets.

Your door opens and you startle, then you notice Erik had exited and was opening up your door for you. Your eyes meet his. His deep brown pools capture you in their gaze and for a moment, you’re distracted by the havoc moving in and out of the building you live in. You distinctly see his lips move and your snapped back to reality.

“What?” You ask stupidly.

Erik holds back a smile and repeats himself. “I said come out the car Jamilah.”

You nod and step out unto the side walk, then turn towards your building where a line of freaking yellow tape is being drawn. Your eyes widen and you walk towards the doors, only to be stopped by a cop.

“Um, sorry, but you’re gonna have to take your... business, elsewhere Hon.” He says, his eyes on your cleavage the whole time.

You feel your blood boil at the assumption that your a prostitute. What made it all the more upsetting is that you weren’t even dressed like a working girl normally would. This was an expensive ass dress that met the top of your knees. The assumption was based clearly off the color of your skin and that made you wanna rip this pigs head off. You open your mouth to speak but your stopped when Erik takes a step next to you.

“She lives here.” He plainly explains, his eyes trained on the cop with a glare that would freeze hell.

The cop barely holds back his scoff, but his eye roll makes it clear that he doubts your residence. You stare at the cop, arms crossing ass you prepare to tear him a new one, but your interrupted.

“Madam! What is happening here? Officer, let her in right this instant!” Timothy, the manger of said establishment berates, ushering the cop away from the entrance in order to let you in.

The officers shock couldn’t be more apparent, and an ugly hue of pink rises to his face, further reddening his already flushed tone. Erik visibly holds back his words, his jaw working away as he grits his teeth in rage. His hand finds its way to the dip of your back as he turns to walk in but you stop. You turn to the officer who stares at you in distaste and you pull out a card from your purse. You hand it to him and with a sneer, you tell him to expect a call from that number. You turn and walk away heading for the front desk with Erik in tow, and behind you, you miss the blood drain from the officers face as he reads the number of the city’s mayor.

The desk worker smiles and immediately attends to you, walking back to bring you your mail. Meanwhile, you watch the chaos around you. At the bar, not so far from where you and Erik are standing, different people do different tasks, dusting for prints, bagging what appears to be eveidence of some sort, talking animatedly. You listen in on a conversation a waiter is giving to what seems to be a detective.

“- and he just starts convulsing. First, I thought he was having a fit or something, but then the foaming at the mouth turns red and soon he’s just choking on his own blood. Everyone that had run to help him panics thinking it was ebola or some shit like that. Fucking scared the hell out of me, that’s for sure. I ran to the kitchen like my ass was on fire.” He explains animatedly.

“And did you notice anything unusual?” The detective asks, jotting notes.

“Nah. Like I said, ass on fire.” He finishes with a shrug.

“Here’s your mail ma’am.”

You turn back to the desk clerk and collect your mail, sifting through it as you turn away from her. You walk towards the elevators and for a while on your way up, you forget that Erik is even there. That is of course until you get to your room.

You look up when you hear a throat clear. You glance at him and register that he’s been there the whole time. Then of course, flashes of what happened in the car come flooding your mind and if you were pigmented challenged, you’d be a bright red color.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.” He says.

“Um yeah.” You reply, and you mentally curse yourself for being so dry.

The silence following is slightly awkward. You break it.

“What was that in the car?” You ask, suddenly brave.

Erik balks, not expecting the question, but he quickly answers.

“Honestly, you pissed me off.” He says, nonchalant in a way that aggravates you.

“So that makes you think it’s okay to put your hands on me?” You hiss, frown forming on your face.

He scoffs and crosses his arms. He takes a step towards you and the effect is instant. You stiffen and basically break your neck to maintain eye contact. Erik gazed down at you with a look so intense, you can’t help the shuddered sigh that leaves you. His dimples come out to dazzle, a little smirk forming on his lips.

“Baby, if I was putting hands on you, you’d know.” He speaks deeply, and though there’s no reason for you to take this in a filthy way, that’s all that you hear and it’s sets you on fire.

You stutter as you attempt to answer but he takes a step back, still smirking. He presses in the button for the lobby.

“Goodnight Jamilah.”

Just as you were about to speak, the elevator door closes in your face, and you left in the silence of your apartment.

“Huh.”

#erik stevens #black girl #black panther smut #black reader #erik killmonger smut #erik stevens smut #erikxoc #erikxreader #king killmonger smut #erik killmonger #princess 4 #Princess

[henry-booers]

Can you do a belch Huggins imagine where the reader is a photographer and they come up to them at school to ask if they can borrow his car for a photoshoot that they're doing and when they're done shooting they show belch the pictures and he's really proud of them and is really smitten by them? Thank you ❤️

You were apart of the school paper, this was your passion, and your only hobby. You loved catching people in their moment, the moments where they are at ease, the moments where they become the purest parts of themselves. The one thing you can catch the most is that point in someone’s day where they feel nothing but sweet content and bittersweet fantasy of their own passions and being themselves when they think no one is watching. You have pictures of your writer friend typing at her laptop, she had her eyes fixed on the keyboard, soft, content, and overall in pure self-ecstasy. One picture you cherish is one of your sibling, coloring in her favorite coloring book and she’s so happy and ecstatic with her new colored pencils. Though today was different than what you were used to, the school paper needed information on the mechanic’s course and they only knew one kid with the most experience and the nicest car in the town.

Reggie Huggins, or what his friends call him, Belch. He had one of the nicest cars in the school, he treats it like his firstborn and takes such good care of it. Sometimes you’ve caught him working maintenance on the machine after school. You didn’t drive quite yet, but you genuinely have a love for looking at cars and you knew a pretty one when you saw one. The type of pretty where the paint is only just chipping away and the tires have seen some miles and need a change. His car drove around him and his friends, the one thing you could use for your passion of catching the moment of someones, one true love. The thing that keeps them alive as themselves. Belch definitely took pride in his car and everything he does for it. This car had years of him and his friends, him and his family.

This was your chance to see the years of scars and memories the car has and the owner of it. Belch was outside with his gang, just chatting but made eye contact with you. You held your expensive camera nervously in front of your chest, running your fingers along the buttons. You smile kindly at the lot of them and take a deep breath before speaking.

“Hi! I’m the photographer for the school paper, I know you aren’t in the mechanics class but we are doing an article involving the class with their graduates and the changes they have made to make the class more honorable. You are the most talented and one of their early graduates and your car is a prime example of your talents, we were wondering if we could take a couple photos with you and your friends and your car.” You inform very thoroughly, the boys all look to their friend who owned the car who smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He found your forward and very open attitude cute.

“Sure, don’t mind at all, maybe she will get the fame she craves.” He responds, and Henry shrugs in agreement and Patrick grunts. Vic doesn’t care, he was flipping through a book for one of his AP classes.

“Oh shoot! I didn’t think it would be this easy! Thank you so much.” He gives a deep ‘no problem’ and gives you a time after school so you can take pictures of them riding in the car, though at the moment you could take pictures. You would circle the car, looking for the perfect spots, clicking three times in each spot for variety. Belch even helped you take a birds-eye view one by picking you up a bit to tower over the contraption. The boys all stayed silent, they usually didn’t mess with something that happened with Belch, he deserved a lot with how sweet he actually is. You didn’t know much about him but he was quiet and seemed like a very good friend to have, but he lets you get drunk at party’s and do dumb shit and only takes you home when you’re flat on your face blacked out.

After school, you took the pictures you needed and the inside was all you needed to make your day, you may even make a collage out of these pictures for the significance and the stories behind every dent and mark on the inside was one for a children book on friendship. The only people who dwell the most in this car was the boys, and you can see every bit of their friendship from when belch got this car, to getting to drive it, to getting his license. There was an old rock stuck in a crevice, Henry put it there in a  bored moment, getting his ass ripped open by Belch. Patrick had left a barbie in the back seat, and it had melted into the floor. There was a coffee stain in the front seat from Vic, on a morning that Vic had a big early project and he was running late, Belch went to pick him up and he tripped, the coffee getting all over the passenger seat. He got off simple with that because of how scattered Vic seemed to be. The more stories they told the more pictures you took. Their passion for each other wasn’t only written in their words but also their faces, their emotions, their body language all screamed love and adoration. The nostalgia was unexpected from this type of group. Henry enjoyed stories about the group itself, Belch liked speaking about Vic in particular, Patrick would speak of himself, and Vic would only agree with details and laugh loudly at good memories that were brought to him.

The next day you had worked to printing every picture you had taken in random sizes and random filters and glows and frames. You set them all out on the table. Moving to the next day, the newspaper club looking over them and using the best ones you had taken but every single picture had story, character, emotion, and you had never given any kind of presentation like this before. You got to work on a collage immediately. You carefully cut and pasted everything you could, every moment and every ounce of feeling from this simple drive onto one poster and framed it. This was special to you because you never knew this side of them until now. All you heard them to be was bullies, evil, plotting to end the world or summon the devil. These pictures showed the soft sides, Patrick made up in dark sharps but even he had a soft dull edge to his knife in these pictures. The ones with you were taken by Henry, then Patrick, Belch seemed the most relaxed, he seemed so happy and so calm in his car with all of his friends getting along and listening to the things he sees when he dreams.

One day after you made sure every inch of your project had been framed and hanged in the art room in your little corner of work. You brought Belch down to the room to show him the pictures. He had a free period so he agreed easily, actually excited at the thought of seeing his moments caught in one frame. When you led him to the collage he wasn’t expecting so much effort to be put into him and his friends. The pictures were diffidently like dreams he has had late at night, and the memories he would think back on in a daydream. It was like swimming through clear water once he got through the mud and shit he usually wallowed through in this harsh reality. You had created his fantasy, and this was more than what he expected from someone he just met. You offered him the framed piece, and he didn’t waste any time in saying yes.

He took this art home, hung it up over his work desk, and now every morning when he got up he would see these moments that made him smile, the moments that put him at ease on those particular days of harsh fog. He called you, asking if you wanted to take pictures on a night when his mother didn’t have work, so you two could just have fun and you could get more content for your art, maybe even go on a long drive out of town. You agreed in confusion but excitement, there was nothing more fun than a road trip, and you suggested he brought the boys for the trip, not because you didn’t want to be alone, but you felt the memories would be much more cherish-able if he brought everyone that he loved.

#Belch huggins #reggie huggins #bowers gang #patrick hockstetter #henry bowers #victor criss #IT (2017) #My writing #mine

[weelittleweasley]

Refreshments | Sweet Pea x Reader

Prompt suggested by two anons: At Reggie’s annual pool party, some Serpents crash making it quite the interesting party. While you’re there, you figure flirting with a Serpent couldn’t kill you, right?

Request status: Closed

Warning: Smut, profanity, underage drinking

Dipping your toes in the pool, you sat next to Veronica who laid her head on your shoulder with a sigh. It was a warm July day and there was nothing like persuading your friend to throw a pool party for your grade. Reggie wasn’t that hard to convince to throw a party--the suggestion of alcohol and cute girls in bikinis was something he found hard to say no to. Within an hour of texting people Reggie’s address and what to bring, the party was packed already. Boys splashed in the pool as girls squealed at the their antics. People drank spiked lemonade, provided by Archie, ensuring that everyone was loosened up and sociable. “How many people do you think are here?” Veronica asks before sipping her drink.

You shrug, taking a sip from your drink, slightly making a face. You didn’t drink often, but when you did it was at parties. The taste of alcohol wasn’t a favorite of yours, but when it was mixed with a sugary drink, you could bear the face. “I’m sure the whole grade is here,” you tell her as she laughs at your reaction to the alcohol. “Sorry, it’s just...how much is in here?” you ask.

The two of you talk casually, enjoying the feeling of the hot sun’s rays warm your body and the cool pool water dancing around your feet. The party was definitely becoming a little more rowdy as Reggie became more drunk, caring less about who was at his house. This made it easy for some unexpected guests to arrive in his backyard. The Mantle’s backyard gate swung open and one by one, a group of Serpents slithered their way in. You and Veronica just watched the people around you as they looked towards them, then to Reggie, only for him not to notice and the party to proceed forward. If Reg wasn’t gonna give them a hard time, then there was no use in picking a fight. “Let’s hope Arch doesn’t see them,” Veronica sighs. “We all know he’ll try to pick a fight.”

But you tuned out Veronica as your eyes landed on a Serpent who caught your eye. You had seen him in the halls a few times, maybe. He was a friend of Jughead’s, close friend--his name was Sweet Pea. Who knows if it was the alcohol or the way he walked in, but there was something so compelling to him that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He or his other Serpent friends were decked out in leather jackets and jeans; Instead, they opted for sleek black suits. But you could see the faint outline of his muscles through his sheet white shirt. He parked his things in the back, away from Reggie to avoid confrontation, talking to his friends with a small smile on his face as if to say, Told you we’d be fine. And God, were you happy they showed up. “I’m gonna get another drink. You want a refill?” Ronnie asked as you handed her your cup. “Really?” she asks happily, surprise you took her up on the offer. “Damn girl, alright. Now it really is a party.”

As the party progressed, you sipped on more lemonade, the effects of the alcohol making you a little tipsy, but not enough to get you drunk. You chatted some more with Veronica, as well as talking to Toni who came along with Sweet Pea. The two of you talked, but you couldn’t help but steal glances of Sweet Pea whenever the opportunity came about. He sat near his friends, sipping out of a red solo cup which you assumed was filled with a beer. His tan skin seemed to glow under the July sun as you bit your lip lightly, checking out how built he was. No one would ever know since he is too busy covering himself up with leather. Toni noticed how distracted you were and turned her head to see what you were staring at. “Enjoying the view?” she laughed as you blushed. “Come on, spill,” she coaxed you, folding her arms across her chest.

“Nothing,” you hiccuped, making her laugh again. You couldn’t really conceal the fact that you were a relatively new drinker. “I can’t check out a hot guy?” you teased.

Toni fake gagged. “He’s like my brother. Hearing you say that makes me feel uncomfortable,” she shivers before taking a sip of her own drink.

Shrugging, you sigh, “Well, your brother is hot.” Toni shook her head. “I’m not saying I wanna date him, but I’m not opposed to the thought of hooking up...” you trail off, trying to plant the seed in her head. 

She got the message loud and clear. “Good to know,” Toni tells you, slowly backing up towards her friends as you smirk. 

You turn back towards Veronica who chatted with some other River Vixens, you joining the conversation. Of course, you didn’t pay attention to a damn thing they were saying. You just watched as Toni made her way back to Sweets and his friends, sitting next to him, then whispering into his ear. Biting your lip with anxiety, you wished that you could hear what they were saying. The two of them went back and forth for a few seconds before Sweet Pea turned his attention towards you. A smirk crept its way onto your lips as he stared at you, taking his time to check you out. His eyes met yours as you laughed, turning away from him and back what to Veronica murmured about. In your hands, your phone buzzed with a text from Toni. Thank me later. You smiled to yourself, sipping on your drink. This party was about to get very interesting. 

For the next fifteen minutes, you and Sweets checked each other out, shamelessly as he sent a few winks your way. You would casually “drop” your cell phone, bending over to pick it up as he watched you the whole way. The sight of you teasing him drove him up a wall. He wanted you badly and that was an empowering feeling. 

The next time you looked over at him, he bit his lip hard, eyes pleading you to do something. Turning to Veronica, you tell her, “I’m gonna grab another lemonade. I’ll be back soon.” She smiles, as you turn to Pea, telling him with a nod, Let’s go. You escape into the house, the kitchen counter filled with various liquors and beers to select. As grab a beer can, Sweet Pea follows you into the kitchen, a smug smirk on his face. 

You pretend to not notice him as he approaches you, grabbing another beer for himself. “I have to admit it,” he sighs as he pours the beer into his cup. “Mantle knows how to throw a party.”

Hoisting yourself up onto the kitchen island as he pours his drink, you speak, “I have to admit that I didn’t think a Serpent knew how to make an entrance like that.” 

He chuckles, “We’re sneaky little shits.” His remark makes you laugh as you sip on your beer. “I was surprised when Toni told me what she did,” he places his hands on either side of you. “A little Northie shouldn’t be mixing herself up with a Serpent.” You bite your lip as he stares into your eyes, filled with hunger and lust. “A Serpent has a poisonous bite, princess. You sure you can handle it?” he lifts his hand up, his thumb tracing the outside of your lips.

“Prove it to me,” you challenge him as he smirks.

Within seconds, his lips are on yours as your fingers tangle themselves into his hair, tugging at the roots. His lips are cool, his breath is a fresh mint. His tongue parts your mouth, sliding into yours, as he rests his hands on your lower back, pulling you into him. The two of you continue to heavily kiss before parting, him saying, “We should find somewhere a little more private, don’t you think?”

He basically drags you throughout the house, desperately trying to find an available room. With no success of course; everyone had the same plans as you. Begrudgingly, Sweet Pea opens the bathroom door, pulling you in with him. “This’ll do,” he sighs before pushing you against the closed door, smashing his lips on your demanding. You moan at how his hot skin feels pressed against yours as he gropes your breasts outside of your bikini top. You tilt your head to the side so he can have more access to the skin at your neck. His lips bite and suck and the exposed skin, causing that familiar purple bruise to appear on your skin. After he makes his mark, he blows cold air on the spot making you audibly gasp as he chuckles. With some swift movement, he drops to his knees and removes your bottoms as they dangle around your ankles. “You ready, princess?” he asks you, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

But he gives you no time to reply because his mouth is already on your wet core. His mouth feels fucking incredible on your wetness as you lean your head back, hands tangling themselves in his hair again. “Oh my God,” you whine as his tongue licks up your slit then pressing flat against your clit, driving you wild. “You’re so good,” you moan, your commentary encouraging him to do more. As you buck your hips up to him, he pressed your stomach down with his forearm as you whine. You craved more friction and he knew that. He just wanted to be a tease. “Fuck, Pea, I need more,” you pant as he obliges, using his right thumb to work on your clit as his tongue darted in and out. Your eyes were squeezed shut as he worked on your pussy, moans escaping your parted lips. “Don’t stop,” you tug on his jet black hair. You can feel your knees buckling, growing weak. He loves knowing that you’re so weak for him and he furthers that feeling by humming against you, sending you over the edge, loosing it. You come all over his tongue, him lapping it up happily.

Sweets wipes his mouth after finishing a cocky grin on his face as he sees you struggling to catch your breath. He presses his lips to yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue as he mumbles against your mouth. “I warned you,” he bites your lip hard as you scratch down his back, not caring what people had to say outside. 

Proving to him that you weren’t all he expect, you drop to your knees and his eyes widen. He didn’t expect this at all, but he wasn’t against it. “For fuck’s sake,” he sighs as you pull down his trunks, his erect member hitting his stomach. You look up at him from your eyelashes, a playful smirk on your face. It was the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his damned life and he wish he could have that face fucking framed to show to all his friends. Without warning, you wrap your mouth around his hard cock, his head thrown back as he grabs your hair in fist fulls. “Christ,” he groans as you take his full length in your mouth. Pea hadn’t been blown in what seemed like ages and it felt god damn euphoric. You start to bob your head on his member as he sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth. “Shit,” he exhales as you lick up his shaft before sucking on his tip. “You and that pretty little fucking mouth,” he tells you as you continue to suck him off, tongue swirling around his cock. He creates a ponytail in his hands, lightly thrust in your mouth, wanting much more than you were giving him. Like he did for you, you slap his hand away, continuing to suck him off as the grip on your hair grows tighter. “Faster, baby girl,” he urges you as you obey him, you bobbing on his cock. “Shit, you feel so good,” he says. You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, signaling he was close. Within seconds, he fills your mouth and you happily take him all in, wiping your mouth clean when you are finished. 

As you rise from the floor, he is breathless and he has a smirk plastered on his face. “You good, tough guy?” you tease him, kissing his parted lips as he rests his hands on your hips. He nods his head before kissing your mouth again firmly.

“Just caught me off guard,” he tells you between kisses before you press yourself against his body, his hand squeezing your ass. You slide your tongue in his mouth, kissing him hot and heavily as he smiles into your kiss. 

Sweets duck himself back into your neck, leaving yet another hickey. He wanted to show all of those Bulldogs that he snagged your ass tonight. Not them. “Pea,” you tug on his hair as he hums against your skin. “Ronnie is probably looking for me. I was, shit, supposed to be getting a drink,” you moan. He groans before kissing your lips again. 

He huffs, “Fine.” You smile before pecking his lips with a wink as he smiles. “Don’t think you are leaving this party without giving me a proper goodbye.” 

You scurry out of the bathroom, down the stairs, back outside to Veronica. She looks at you, “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes!”

Giving her an small smile, you speak, “I told you. Refreshments.” You feel someone slap your ass and you see Pea walking back to his friends, traces of fingernails down his face as you smirk. Veronica looks at Sweets, eyes wide and mouth agape. She slaps your arm as you laugh, “Gotta keep myself hydrated.”

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x reader au #sweet pea au #sweet pea serpent #sweet pea serpent imagine #sweet pea smut #sweet pea smut imagine #sweet pea fic #sweet pea fanfic #southside serpents #southside serpents imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale au #riverdale cast

[sxfiyxplz]

Coward (Reggie Mantle)

Hey I loved your Archie smut can you do something where Reggie likes you and everyone can tell including you but hes kinda scared because youre a big deal in school? idk if that makes sense but would be so good if you could write it. smut or not im sure it wil be amazing thanks!x

Warnings:smutty mcsmut smut,swearing and just dirty minds all round

requested

valentines day. Or dick day, Veronica liked call it, was the one day you kinda hated. Everyone in school would go all cliche and sickly sweet wanting to feel special or loved by a guy for the day, and honestly you kinda didn’t get the hype. You wasnt exactly the romantic type, not being able to hold down a relationship since your spring break romances shanangians so you wasnt really feeling the love in the air- well until you and the gang got invited to a valentines house party.

“I mean yes you dont need dick to have a good time there but” she trailed off “This is Reggie Mantle we’re talking about.” 

“well if he doesnt want to ask me out, i guess he isnt getting any that night.” you shrugged walking off to your next class. you sat in your usual seat to see a note on your desk. you rolled your eyes wondering what pathetic shit someone had said now.

better be ready for reggies the dick tomorrow night. 

you rolled your eyes at the pursposfully scribbed out reggie but couldnt hep but blush at the fact he couldnt speak to you. you found it cute. you turned to see a crude smirk on Chucks face, simply wriggling his brows as you figited with the note in your hand. 

“ if hes gonna dick me down, he should have the decency to say hello and get me a drink first.” you commented bitting the corner of your lip trying to stop yourself from smiling 

“is that a smile from miss l/n?” Chuck laughed. “ we shit if reg knew you liked him back like he liked you maybe he would have got laid a long time ago.

your expression droppped at his response, throwing a pencil at his head. 

You heard the music blaring from the huge house as you stood admiring the place. It wasnt the first time going to Chucks house for parties but you honestly couldn’t remember anything 10 minutes of being there. You walked in to see your friends enjoying themselves at the rave; music blaring, drinks flowing uncontrollably, girls and guys making out and the odd guy passed out on the floor. Everything you remembered before getting shit faced drunk. You ran over into Veronica and Betty’s arms as they handed you shots, letting the night commence .

You stumbled to the bathroom 6 round of tequila shots and a bottle of vodka later placing your cup of water (doubtful) on the side as you sorted out your outfit, pulling at your dress and putting the strands of hair back in place as you swayed to the music. Finally ready to get back to your friends you had Reggie, also a little drunk stumble into the bathroom locking the door behind him. His eyes were roaming your body, mind undressing you right in front of you and thats when you hesitated for a moment, realising that he was here for one reason and that he wasnt going to pass. you bit your lip, suddeny craving Reggie more then you had ever really realised. without thinking you crashed your lips into his, allowing access immediety, hugrly wanting his kiss. your tongues moved in motion, his hands moving further up your thigh causing you to moan. you was under a trance by Reggies touch and you wanted more, your breathing began to deepen as you felt his fingers tease you as he had easy access. the sheer pleasure was electrifying, his fingers now inside you, his lips planting hard kissing on your neck with the music base pounding through you (which wasnt the only thing that wanted to pound you) you pulled at his belt buckle wanting him more then you had ever realised, more then you ever knew. Reggie was too entranced to even realise what you wanted- you pulled away, looking him his eyes, eyes full of lust. He let out a rough “Fuck” and instantly took off his belt. He picked you up and sat you on the sink, your skin shivering as it hit the cold tiles. You closed your eyes trying to patiently wait for him to get a condom on so you could be fucked by Reggie but honestly you couldn’t wait. “Just fuck me already” you cried as you felt your body feel more and more distressed without his touch. You felt him tease you for a second but you knew it was too much, even for Reggie to wait, he was inside you instantly, making your whole body tingle as he quickened his pace as you tightened your thighs around him. You needed to catch your breath as you tried to silently let out the moans you wanted to scream. The moments of bliss and sheer pleasure was uncontrollably amazing and you knew you was about to reach your climax. You clung onto Reggies neck as your head flung back as he thrusted himself into you the last time as you both came.You fluttered your eyes open and saw Reggie face millimetres from yours, smile on his face. “I’m no coward babe” he whispered making you smile You pulled your dress down and quickly straightened your hair back with your hands and Reggie pulled up his jeans and grabbed his belt leaving the bathroom, you following as though nothing happened to see the four of your friends stood there, smirks plastered on their faces. “That’s the dick glow” V smirked cocking a brow “He definitely took her for a ride” Jug murmured making the other three burst into laughter as you pursed your lips pushing Jughead to shut up, but he was right, Reggie definitely did.

#reggie mantle #riverdale smut #riverdale #riverdale imagines #reggiemantle #Reggie mantle smut #reggie mantle x reader #reggie mantle imagine #archie andrews imagine #archie andrews #jughead jones #betty cooper #betty cooper imagine #veronica lodge #veronica lodge imagine #jughead jones imagine

[ardynium]

Day 3 of @corleonisweek. Today’s a special day for the Marshal, one he’d rather not have, but against his wishes, he won’t celebrate alone. If you wanna read the whole thing by @smgmcrznana and little old me, it’s here.

This one is about...

Fears

It was dark here. Not too dark to safely navigate with a full glass, but enough to cover things with a merciful shroud. People here sat alone, tending the wounds the battles had left with liquor. No need to talk, not here.

It was Cor's 34th birthday and he had decided to take a day off. Just one single day when no worry about King and duty should cross his mind. It worked as well as expected.

"It's been a while." A hand on his shoulder, and somebody who sat down with him, sharp cut face in the shadows. A glass was put on the table, filled with oily golden liquid.

Cor knew them, even if he couldn't place anything. Not a name, not a gender, just a voice that was so very familiar. "How are you doing, Cor?"

The sorry souls of the bar kept to themselves, no hustle or buzz still when Cor did a quick look-around of the scene, before staring at the stranger and putting glass to his lips. That was his answer.

“So you were not given what you were wishing for, even though you did your best. Became even stronger. Immortal.“ The way they spoke the word it was a caress. Quick eyes, black as ink in a dark study.

His surprise did not show on his face at hearing the nickname. He was too tired to play his move in this guessing game, tired of talkative strangers in bars always ending up being tomorrow's regrets.

“You forgot about me. It was to be expected. May I invite you for a drink?“

Cor shrugged. "I will not say no to that."

He shifted his weight on the high bar chair to face the stranger, his empty glass hitting the counter with a loud clink. "You're here to catch up on lost time?" Still no clear memory of who the person next to him was.

The stranger moved a second glass full of the same golden liquid towards him. He must have brought it along before. A short grin with sharp teeth. “Work, Cor. So close to the lines of battle, there is always work. We share that problem. Work that never ends.“

"If you're here to hire me for work I can't help you, got enough on my hands as it is." Both truth and a lie. Cor's dismissive expression returned, as did the thoughts that were running through his head before the stranger interrupted, the thoughts he was trying to forget.

"No, no." A shake of their head. "I am not here for that, and I am not here for you, don't you worry. Your heart would hurt less if I was. It is still him, right? The one you told me about."

That caught his attention. The stranger couldn't possibly know who he had been thinking about and yet, it felt like they absolutely knew, and Cor still could not put a name or memory to them. "What are you here for then?" Accusing blue eyes looking into the deep black eyes of the stranger. Had he been drinking too much already or was there really no reflection?

"In this moment? To share some mead, and to tell you that what you are thinking about is not the end for you, even though the wound in your chest cries for it." Their voice barely above a whisper, but clear over the blues playing over the speakers here.

A large sip and a hard swallow. The discomfort on Cor's stern face was clear if one knew where to look for it; his eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips barely there as he tensed his jaw and posture ever so slightly. Hunched as his chest leaned on the counter, as if the pain within was too heavy to bear. "Ridiculous for a man like me to still feel like this."

"You've done all this, and he still doesn't see? My poor, beautiful boy."

The taste on his tongue was honey and summer and life, way more than should be in a drink outside commercials, and Cor felt how they were sitting here and somewhere else at the same time, the bar and its patrons just a shadowy backdrop.

He tilted his head at the affectionate, almost sorry words. Unbelievable. He shook his head and sighed. "Getting me a drink is pity enough, stranger."

“You indeed are an amazing man, Cor. Constantly unimpressed, and sightless in a way few humans are.“ They seemed utterly amused by that. “There is no pity here. It is not mine to give.“

Almost there. The memory was just out of his reach. What did he mean by sightless? This was... He looked at them and narrowed his eyes. This was strange indeed. A subtle shift in the world around him, like they had simply stepped to the side, hidden in an little alcove in a room buzzing with people. Another sip of the mead. Who the fuck was drinking mead anyway?

As the liquid ran down his throat, the face in front of him became clearer. Black and angular and somehow crystalline. Not human, not quite. He steadied his hands around the glass.

"You never told me your name."

"You will know me without a name, and you will always know me, for where your path leads I shall wait for you."

"I..." Cor rubbed his face. "You don't expect me to worship you or anything? Because I will not do that. Not for the Six, and not for... whatever you are."

Amused again, a small laughter as they shook their head. "No, Cor, I am not to be worshiped, and it seems like your worship is already elsewhere."

"But you are something. More than somebody, and more than a dying dream." Trying to speak steady, as he usually did, and failing.

"And yet you pay it very little mind, only asking questions you don't care about now in an attempt to distract me from your aching heart. Now, my beautiful boy, why are you here alone on your birthday, thinking of him?"

"I... I mean, look at me. I'm not the type for party hats and cake. Them trying everything to make me smile and then laughing cause I don't. Oh, our Cor. Open your presents." He drank. "And then he'd come over, and bring little Noct so he could give me his presents himself, and it would be something he made out of clay, and I would have to smile, because he is the prince and Reggie would look at me that way and... I'm hiding, okay?"

"Hiding among dishonorable men, and hiding will not help ease your mind. What is it about the king that pulls you in, still so desperate to serve at his call after all these years?"

"I love him." Cor looked slightly shocked as he spoke the words for the first time. Licked his lips. ""And I know you will tell me he doesn't love me. Not the way I crave. I fucking know that." A bitter twitch around the corners of his mouth.

"Then you must know you can't keep running to him, my poor Cor." Cor felt a squeeze on his hip.

Cor's nails clicked on the glass with mead. On the earthenware with mead, then on the glass again. "I have nowhere else to go. Can't turn around now. Can't imagine what it'd be like to get there either. That's some dumb masochism for you."

"Your life is not bound to him despite your wish for it, and your path does not lead to him more than it leads towards your own happiness." Time had passed but still the bar had not seen more souls visiting, the same sorry, lonely mood lingered, matching the spilled drinks on tables and floorboards.

The marshal looked at them for a long while, face unmoving. Emptied the drink. Noticed how much his mind was swimming after this one glass. "At least you didn't bring cake." He rubbed his head, felt the coarse hair. Felt the hand that was still on his thigh and noticed that he didn't mind it being there at all.

"Is this your personal opinion or a general truth?"

"It is a general truth that your life, like mine, is to be a life not only of great pain, but of greater deeds as well. My personal opinion of you is a different matter." A soft smile, and another glass of mead sliding across the counter, loud enough to alert Cor to its presence.

"And you're trying to make me drunk before you tell me what you think. Understood." And acceptable, it seemed. The marshal drank. "But say, have you never tried to hide? Always faced your, " he intended to say enemies, but what came over his heavy tongue was, "fears? Fuck."

"Did you come here for other reasons than drinking, my poor boy?" Their glass clinked against his.

"I cannot hide from what seeks to destroy us, I must face them for they only destroy us if we think we can conquer them by destroying ourselves first, as I thought you learned too, all those years ago."

Cor looked at them blankly. Nodded slowly, then. “And what shall I do? Get some roses, go down on my knees and tell him?“

"I didn't peg you for a romantic, Cor." First time his name was so personally said. Another soft squeeze, the being's voice so clearly the most merry in all of the bar. "What are you afraid will happen if you did? You'll have to drink and hide more than you already do, find new ways to hurt the hurt? You seem not to care about that, my pretty, wounded warrior."

"Shame. Massive amounts of fucking shame. That is what will happen. And I... I couldn't stay in his services if he refuses, and he will refuse. That would be... I'd rather die." All the severity of the world in these words. He had thought about it, played the scenario in his head more than once, and it always ended badly.

"You almost died for him once and that was not enough for you, but it was enough for him to realize he needed to secure your well-being the best way he can.. he has his destiny, and you yours." The hand left Cor's thigh, coldness in its place.

“I know.“ His voice silent now. “And I know he's not refusing my gift, but trying to care, like a father would, and still...“ His own hand took the place of the stranger's, but it was not the same. The sharp teeth of loneliness tore at the borders of his self-control, tearing away little pieces.

"My poor Cor.." Their hand returned to close their fingers around his.

"This... this is not me. It's a part I neither like nor understand, and I'd like to cut it away, but I just can't. It fucking scares me. It's not even about trying to get into his pants. I'd be happy if I never did if he just..." He swallowed hard, emptied the second glass with ease and without tasting much.

"If he just..?" The question lingered in the air like the thick smoke that was blown from the mouths of poor bastards.

“Allowed me to be his own. Something like that. Fuck. What am I even saying...“ He let his head drop heavy on the table.

They put their hand on the back of his head and stroked the short hairs. "You're not anyone's to own, my beautiful warrior.. even if I wish to collect you. Besides you're much too strong-willed to surrender completely, even if you don't know it, even at his feet." An arm around his shoulder, the hand on his head now on his chest, trying to make him sit back up.

“Collect,“ he mumbled, allowing himself to be pushed into an upright position. “Why should anyone want that...“ Blue eyes trying to focus. “Something in the drink, right? You put something in that sugary shit, and I drank it all, and...“

"As much as you may hate the legends and stories that surround your person, it shouldn't surprise you they are source of admiration and offers, from anyone really." They stared at his face, trying to gauge how the marshal was faring, slightly amused, slightly worried.

"There is nothing in the drink than what it is. Perhaps it is not to the taste or stomachs of mortals, or even immortals, but you handle yourself pretty well all things considered." A slap on Cor's back almost made him fall forwards again. "My drunken warrior, let's get you home."

"No fucking cake, you hear?" His protest was mild in a spinning world, and he wondered if he was going to be sick within the next minutes. His stomach gargled in agreement. But that had been barely anything... "Too early fo' home." The words rolled clumsily over his heavy tongue.

They took Cor's arm over their shoulders, slowly making him stand up, mindful to not trip the bar stools behind them. "I presume this is another birthday well celebrated."

"When's yours? Birthday, I mean." The heavy arms around their shoulders very soon became an embrace, and the mortal's head landed on their chest. He was holding up well. Others of his kind were in a world of their own after the first glass.

"You'll bring a gift?" They smiled, wondered for a second if they should just sling the Marshal over their shoulder as they could with ease, but if he could still stand he could walk. They placed a kiss on his head and disentangled from the embrace, supported him again and walked, Cor limping along, an awkward dance to the doors, out of the dingy bar and into the night.

#corleonisweek #cor leonis #tw: alcohol #you could probably catch him like a mouse with a trail of martinis instead of bacon #now I muse about Cor and date rape drugs

[tessar27]

Reggie S. Reyes

Today 09th February 2018

*seems like i’m not busy working . 

nothing to say, i’m writing this because here i am missing my boyfriend like crazy even though we’re just met last night (where he went drunk because of the carbimin , hahhahhaha . so cute). (recently hot topic) - we were just realised that we’re friends since we’re little kids . oh my Goodness. how beautiful life is ! kids - schoolmate - friends - bestfriends - lovers - soon, future (AMEN! GOD BLESS). 

what i learned from the things i have now is that we cannot understand how GOD write about our life, what HE’s doing but if we start to appreciate what we have now while thinking about how’s our life goes on and on from the beginning till now, i can proudly say i’m in love with my GOD. HE is the best . HE makes us learn so many things while we grow till we have what we prayed for. joy, happiness, struggles, obstacles, wounds, scars, lies, burden. pain etc. maybe once i asked my GOD, why does HE let such things happened to me, happened to all people around me, HE should help me, HE is awesome, HE is powerful, HE can turn anything bad into something better, but why does HE let me bury in my tears & pain conquers my chest? i’ve been betrayed. what have i done to receive that kind of things in return? (i don’t want to say much about this) - but because all of this, i’m back to learn that i should get up again, i should trust my GOD, keep my faith stronger and leave everything in HIS hands. i leave my heart to HIM where i just live everyday with nothing in my mind and keeping trusting HIM.

and after months passed by, i want to change, i want to change my life, i want to remove the person from my life. i realised i need a real love . i want love from a man who knows how to love a woman the way it should be. i’m craving for cares, touch, respect, responsibility, trust, no secrets, peace, calm, comfort and love. then one day, all of my thoughts become my prayer. do you know what is in my thoughts ? (but i remembered i never mentioned this man’s name in my thoughts/prayers. i never thought it could be him) i just said it my heart that i want a man whom praises the same God as me, whom is good to his parents, family, friends & community, a man who is ideal to be a leader of a family, a man who knows what LOVE & RESPECT means really is. (am is selfish to ask for things like that while i’m out here also not perfect in every inch as a daughter of GOD should be?)

out of my notice, i fell in love with my bestfriend. really i do not know what was going on in my head & heart but i just keep it as usual. we played, we talked, we walked, in short, we do everything together. then October 2017 came - SCYA Alpha Fellowship - Borneo Paradise --- i started to feel something new, i felt peace & calm, nothing else can ever disturb my mind on that time - all i just care about was the whole fellowship. while on the other side of my head, my eyes cannot stop looking and watching for this man; my bestfriend, i’m searching for his voice, i’m craving to be near him, to feel his warm body, that comfort feeling i always have when i’m with him. something that tieing us from long ago, slowly giving me chills. - then days after daysss, i remembered i said to myself “oh my God, i think i’m falling for him” - this was happened after a rosary at our friend’s house, where i hold his fingers naturally like giving a sign “you are mine”. then everyday after that i realised all the butterflies in my stomach alive again.. until 03rd November 2017, still i don’t realised i’m flirting with him & try to get his attention so he could notice me that i like him. i like him? no, i cannot assure that i like him.. actually I WANT HIM ! i want him as my lover as my partner as my boyfriend.. i want him. - 05th November 2017 - we confessed . i’m overwhelmed with joy & happiness because it is mutual , our feeling towards each other are mutual.. so i’m not wrong all those times where i think he likes me . hehehe .

i could write a novel if i want to talk about this. how my life changed in a blink, how our life change in a miracle way. i just want to give all my praises and thanks to my GOD, HE knows what the best, HE knows what HE is doing, HE knows what should HE gives to HIS children. GOD, thank you for giving me this chance to live again, to living my dreams & thoughts, thank you for sending me my love whom YOU always give to me in just in front of me. thank You for giving me REGGIE REYES to change me for good, to love me and to care for me. 

Darling, @reggier96 you are my wondrous gift ever. you are my miracles. you are my sunshine. you are my new breath. you are my medicine. you are my comforter . YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING. you are the only one i’m in love  now & forever. i’m so in love with you that i couldn’t think about anyone else. i want you as my partner till death do us apart. i want to live my life with you. from now on, any chances any times that i get, i won’t waste it. i want to fill every moment every second with you, i want to always be with you, to be near with you. i will LOVE YOU ALWAYS Byy.. i promise you i will stay by your side. i won’t leave you ever & i’m giving you my all from now on. please don’t ever leave me, and love me always as you do from long ago.. we will keep loving until we can get married, till we have our own family and for sure we will make beautiful babies, i know Byy, i can see it .So, again to answer your repeatedly question, YES, I DO WANT YOU FOREVER AND I’M SURE OF IT.

Thank you for everything love. i couldn’t say more, i’m cryinggggggggg .

Missing you always,

your Sweetheart . I LOVE YOU @reggier96

#mine #my everything #my love #my darling #i miss you

[pathfindersemail]

Hi! For the OC meme thing: 10, 16, 20 and/or 30 for Sarianna? :)

10: What type of people does your OC idolize the most?

I don’t know about “type,” but Sarianna had two heroes growing up: her dad (Alec) and Joon-Ho Shepard, whose heroism against the Batarian pirates on Mindoir and subsequent military accomplishments were already well-known by the time she was a child. She idolized her father for similarly being considered a “hero” of the First Contact War and for his service as N7. 

By the time she came off age, only Shepard remained to be idolized in Sarianna’s eyes. The adage “never meet your heroes” could probably explain how Alec fell out of favor (his being an absent father and husband really ruined it).

16: How openly does your OC show their emotions?

Openly but it is never intentional, or at least she isn’t aware she “betrays” her emotions. When she is upset, she has telltale signs like the biting of her lip, the tapping of her foot, or the amount of times she avoids making eye contact with the person she’s upset with.

Once, when she found out that her cousin Reggie was “keeping tabs” on her for Reyes after they broke up, Sarianna was an open raging book (haha). It’s moments like that where it doesn’t matter to her anymore if she’s being discreet about her feelings. She will yell as loudly as possible and even pick a fight.

When love is in the mix, things get a little calmer but no less open. Those longing sighs tell you just how often she daydreams. When in the same room, she is always struck by the sudden inability to keep her eyes off Reyes whomever she’s pining for. Sometimes she blurts out exactly how she feels without much tact. She’s a hopeless romantic :)

20: Do other people have misconceptions about some parts of your OC’s personality?

I think many characters might think Sarianna is a “good” person, or that she’s very capable of withstanding, say, “bad influences” from the company she keeps. The truth is that it’s a facade. She acts the good and perfect girl, because she craves positive reinforcement. If things don’t go her way, she gets very emotionally manipulative - a trait Reyes learns the hard way. If whatever the issue is isn’t about her, she’s going to find a way to redirect everyone back to her as the center. It’s never overt, but people who have known her for a while will notice it.

30: What could make your OC cry?

In terms of what I’ve written for my own fics and the cousins AU with @chargenovasmash, she cried several times:

Quietly to herself when Alec died

Once, drunk, after having sex with Reyes shortly before he disappears to do his charlatan shit 

Alone, at night when she felt regret saving Sloane over Reyes

Once, in an argument with her cousin Reggie, after her cousin very callously told her to her face that everybody lies to her, including her own family to justify keeping in contact with Reyes after the bad breakup.

So, Reyes makes her cry a lot LOL.

Thank you so much for the ask! I had fun answering these questions!

Ask me OC Questions (Psychology Edition) here!

#ask meme #Sarianna Ryder #dangoesque

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The startled expression on Hayley’s face could only be a product of a drunken mistake or unexpected event. When @rcginald had leaned in, she’d thought nothing of it, she thought he was just getting a little closer to her out of it being cold, this being acceptable given that she actually regarded the guy as a friend. But when his lips got a little closer to hers and she could feel his warm breath on her cold skin, she realised that he wasn’t cold. It appeared, he was actually quite the opposite. At first, when his lips touched hers, she remained still, unsure of how to proceed, but she liked it, that was one thing she did know and so she did not remain still for long. Hayley’s soft lips entangled with Reggie’s, a sort of sloppiness to their movements but she was pretty sure that was just because of the imbalance of alcohol consumption between them. The sloppiness ended with Reggie’s words; ‘I might be drunk’. The 'might’ being a definite underestimation. And there was the startled expression. “I always thought you’d be a decent kisser,” she praised him, lying back down on the sand with an almost nervous smirk on her face. “Who needs a groupie when you can just kiss one of your best pals?” God, what was happening? No emotion, no feelings, was her motto. Why did she want it to happen again? Was it because it was Reggie, or because it was just attention? She didn’t know, but the taste of someone else’s desire on her lips was something she craved, and that was what she’d been given, drunken desire or not.

#int #event #reggie #ok so why does this sound like such a procedural event #like #i wrote this at 9am forgive me