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The Shakes

Reader is epileptic and and assumes that since she is no longer aging while on Neverland, that her seizures will no longer be a problem. She was wrong. 

Word Count: 784

Warnings: Semi-realistic first person descriptions of seizure and symptoms. mild language, fluff

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GIF NOT MINE

When the tip of my tongue started tingling i new i had about 30 seconds    “Stop!” I called and came to a screeching halt as we ran though the forest. 

Peter was ahead of me and ran back to ask why i stopped. 

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Rogues with a tall s/o?? I think that'd be an interesting dynamic 🫠

The Height Dynamic

The Riddler: He actually didn't notice until several months into the relationship. It was only until he turned and had to look up to meet your eyes that he paused. "Why are you so tall? Have you always been this tall?" It's the topic of conversation for a moment before he waves it off and continues his genius ramblings about something you tuned out ages ago.

Scarecrow: He doesn't care. No really, he doesn't care. He doesn't even pause when you meet his height if not taller. Which is usually not the case for Jonathan as he was tall himself. Not a pause, not a blink or the smallest bit of hesitation. He clearly didn't feel inferior at all or challenged by you in anyway. After all, your height wouldn't help you.

Two-Face: Harvey doesn't care, but Harv is sensitive about it. "Nah, this ain't right, this ain't right. We've always been taller!" Harv huffed. "Of all things to be upset over in this world, you've chosen (Y/N)'s height?" Harvey groaned. "How are we supposed to get our way if they have to look DOWN to us? Now we'll just look like an small angry man!"

Black Mask: he's very sensitive about it. Almost like you did it on purpose and how very dare you. Roman isn't exactly tall for a man. So to have a partner taller just points that out more and he can't stand it. Like you stripped his masculinity from him. It's actually kinda sad. He does like them legs though...

Mad Hatter: He's very attracted. His favourite part is your legs because they're longer. Oh, how he'd love to dress you up. Oh, please let him! His eyes are always all over you. His associates often joke that he salivates... and that really isn't far from the truth. Flirt with him, and he'll be a blushing mess.

Always Wins/Peter Pan Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

I needed something where the reader is a badass. 

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When they walk in on you doing.... ahem.... stuff ;)

SmirkSmirkSmirkSmirkSmirk

He takes the oppertunity to admire your body and listen to your moans

Oh how he wants to join you

He gets a little hard thinking about it, but he'll never admit that

For now he'll just stand back and enjoy the show

"Peter~" you cry out

SMIRKS X 100000000

"Well, well, well love, what do we have here?"

Licks lips

"Don't stop on my account darling"

C O C K Y G R I N

"I was..... um...." you fumble over your words

He shuts you up with a kiss

Walking them from your lips to your jaw line

"Would you like some help with that, little lost girl?" He whispers

"Yes" You say, bearly able to get your words out

He loves seeing you squirm

"Ok love, but you're going to have to return the favour"

He guides your head down to his cock before.....

"Y/n" he moans ;)

Gripping a handful of your hair

He feels like the king of the world, not just the kind of Neverland

Hes slightly disappointed when you stop but his skin is still itching with pleasure

He starts touches you EVERYWHERE, claiming any and every part as his to own

T E A S I N G 100

He loves pinning you down while you have some fun.

"Let's play"

Enjoys being rough with you

But not too rough that he hurts you

"You like that?" He asks, his once hard and fast thrusts slowly becoming more slow and sloppy

Your moans are the only thing you can hear besides the bed hitting the wall

Back scratching? Yes please.

He is really enjoying himself

Like REALLY enjoying himself

A S S slaps to the MAX

He loves it when you say his name

"Peter!" you scream

He loves how loud you're being, now everyone will know that you're his

Hes lost track of the amount of times you've came at this point

Overwhelmed with pleasure he spreads his seed deep inside you.

Both of you take a minute to get your breath back

Snuggles 10/10

"Goodnight, love"

"Goodnight Peter"

F O R E H E A D K I S S E S

Earth to Felix?

He is frozen like a deer in head lights

Just stood there staring at you in total awe

Your moans fill his mind, making it the only thing he can hear

"Mmm, Felix~"

H O L D T H E F U C K U P

Questioning weather he heard you right or not...

still processing........

"Felix~"

Yep, he heard you right

*uncontrollably smirking*

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to moan my name"

Startled Y/n 100

"Um.... Felix!... I-Its not what it looks like-" you blush trying to cover yourself up

He sits beside you, gently brushing his lips against your ear

"Dont cover up, I like seeing you this way"

Cupping your face he smashed his lips into yours

Aggressive make out session 10/10

Pushing you down he holds your hands above your head

0 to 100 REAL quick

Kissing every inch if your skin

Oh how wanted to do this for so long

His lips traveled lower and lower

Not stopping even when he gets to that part of your body

"Please" you whine

Smirking to himself he licks a big stripe up your slit

"Mmmm"

He can't control himself any longer

He slides his cock up and down your dripping slit causing you to gasp

"Fuck me" you whisper to him

"With pleasure" his husky voice fill the room

The sound of his voice quickly became drowned out by your crys as he pumped in and out of your tight pussy

"Yes!" You scream as your juices drop down his cock

You ride out your high as he finishes off

He stays inside you for a while, making sure that he wasnt too rough with yiu before pulling out only to engulf you in a hug

"Goodnight Y/n" he whispers

Kissing your forehead gently

"Goodnight Felix"

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This is my first headcanon, idk how good it is but I hoped you enjoyed it!! Xxxx

Catch Me

Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Dark Reader, mentions of torture, violence and murder.

(It’s like, stupid short)

MASTERLIST

The clouds glistened in the sunset around us as we floated through the sky. Peter lay on his back in the air, and I sat, straddling his hips as we enjoyed the quiet.

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Prank War

Peter Pan OUAT One shot

Pairing: none

It’s total shit but i wanted to post something.

(gif not mine)

MASTERLIST

It had started with a simple scare. I was fairly new to Neverland and the boys thought it the perfect opportunity to scare the only girl.

Devin, Nibs and Curly had put dead spiders under my pillow and waited for me to go to sleep. Because i screamed when i found them, and woke up the whole camp ion the middle of the night, all of us got in trouble.

Because it was their fault I decided to get revenge.

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Late Night Accidents

I haven’t posted an imagine in ages due exams, but I’ve only got a week left now! So here’s one to tide you over :) 

Requested by @cookieytb: “Peter Pan x Reader prompt 1, 17 ”

Thanks to @words-amid-stars for the prompts: “Can you please come and get me?” “I don’t know where I am. Help me.”

Summary: OUAT Peter Pan x Reader. When you go on a late night run and find yourself hurt and lost, you call Peter to come and rescue you. Understandably, you’re both a bit panicked. 

Word Count: 1,104 Words

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Only Slightly Stabbed

Not my favourite thing that I’ve written, but I have been away for a week with no signal so I suppose I should post something! (Also, not a request)

Summary: OUAT Peter Pan x Reader. You are kidnapped by pirates and Peter, Felix and the Lost Boys come to save you. The blood loss and the magic used to heal you do take affect though, and you’re disorientated to say the least as Pan and Felix try to look after you.

Word Count: 1,130 Words

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Sassy Encounters

Requested by Anonymous: “Gould you do a peter pan imagine with a sassy reader who’s notre afraid of him and that’s what makes peter fall, but not too much bc he is a cutie devil”

Thanks to @dragon-memes sass prompts: “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion” “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck I don’t give”

Summary: OUAT Peter Pan x Reader. Peter discovers you in Neverland and wants you out, so you propose a solution; Pan’s intrigued. 

Word count: 1,047 Words

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kinktober day 8; shower/bath sex, astarion

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A moment later, Astarion walks into the bathroom, leaning in the doorway with a smile on his face as he watches you.

“You look utterly decadent, darling,” he says, slowly making his way towards you in the tub. “Care if I join you?”

You offer a smile back, reaching a hand out to interlace your fingers as he steps up to the tub. “Mm. Suppose you could, would you rub my back if I let you?”

“That sounds delightful.” Astarion says as he sheds his clothes, laying the garments over a chair nearby. He slides into the tub behind you, hot water warming his skin. You find yourself resting back on his chest, arms coming around you for a hug.

The chill of his skin eases due to the water, allowing you to melt right into him with a happy sigh. Your day was long, tiring, has your body aching with fatigue as you close your eyes to just relax for a moment.

“Mm… missed you.”

His slender fingers run along your arms, your chest, massaging into your skin with firm motions. “And I missed you, my darling.” He leans in, pressing his lips to your temple, a light kiss. “You know.. I could do so much more for you than just rubbing your back.”

The words have you giggling, ever the cheeky one he is. “Mhmm?” You turn your head, letting your nose bumps into his jaw. “You don’t say..”

His fingers wander, rubbing your arms, ghosting down to rub along your sides. His fangs rake across your ear as he speaks in a soft, playful tone. “I could help soothe those aching muscles of yours, sweetheart. I promise I’ll be gentle, unless you don’t want me to be.”

You crane your neck, a silent request for more affection as you hum. “Mmmph.. that does sound nice.. gentle. I hurt quite badly…”

Astarion’s lips find purchase on that delectable neck of yours. His arms tighten around you, holding you steady to his chest, one hand flattening on your stomach, fingertips ghosting the muscle there. “Poor darling,” he coos, “I’ll make sure to fix that for you. You just have to lay back and make all those delightful noises for me.”

You giggle quietly at his words, eyes fluttered closed as you melt right into his chest. Your head lolls to the side, offering your neck to him since you love those kisses so much. His tongue licks at your neck, lips suckling soft kisses into the flesh. The hand on your stomach slowly wanders its way lower, then lower.

“Darling,” he mutters, voice low and sultry, “are you as sore on the inside as you are out? Because I can help soothe that ache, too.”

You squeal a laugh at his words, covering your mouth with a wet hand for a moment. Turning your head, tied up hair brushing his shoulder before you nose at his jaw, giggling. “Mm.. maybe.. could use some attention anyway.”

Astarion presses his cheek against yours, nuzzling you affectionately with a smile. His hand now slips between your thighs, rubbing a finger over your clit. “Such a needy thing. Can hardly go more than a day without me taking care of you, hm?”

“Your fault. Don’t act like you aren’t the same way.” You accuse softly, voice amused. His touch makes your body tense for a moment, thighs parting automatically in the water with a happy sigh.

“Mm, perhaps I am a little too needy for my love.” He responds with a soft chuckle. “But who could blame, when I have such a beautiful darling at my disposal?” Astarion’s long, dexterous fingers move over your clit in wider circles, dipping down to collect the growing slick at your entrance. He nuzzles into your neck, humming. “Though I am fairly certain that you are much needier than I.”

You whimper quietly as arousal floods your senses, body heating up. One hand curls on his forearm, the other finds a home outside of the water, grasping over the edge of the tub as you whine.

“Shut up..”

He responds by running his tongue along the rim of your ear, gently nipping before saying, “Why should I? I do so love the sounds you make for me, my love.”

His fingers double down, one becoming two as he circles your clit in just the right way, his other one flattening on your stomach. “Does that feel nice, darling? If you ask very nicely, I’m sure I could do even more for you.”

You jolt, whimpering, flushing with heat at his teasing words. A moan tears from you as he slips a finger into your cunt, curling it immediately, your head tossing back on his shoulder.

“I-.. Star.. please, don’t tease.”

“But you react so wonderfully to my teasing.” He purrs into your ear, slowly increasing the pace of his finger fucking into you, adding another. “I love it when you beg. It’s so rare you ask so nicely. So polite. How could I deny you such a pretty request, my love?”

“Hey,” you pout, tilting your head against his neck. Your thighs part further, canting your hips up to his touch. “‘m always nice.”

He chuckles against your neck, nipping at your skin as that free hand finds your hip. “Mmm, not always. Sometimes, you’ve quite the attitude, dearest.” His tone is playful, almost mocking as he crooks his fingers in your cunt.

“Mmn-” You arch, eyes squeezing shut as you struggle to formulate words. Whining out, your thighs try to close as you respond. “Do not.. I ask- ask nicely, all the time.”

“You try to be nice, darling.” He responds between kisses on your neck. “You attempt to ask nicely, but often, you are anything but sweet. Isn’t that right, my love? Isn’t that why you get yourself in trouble so often?”

He suddenly slow his pace, palm rubbing over your clit purposely, bringing you to a light simmer instead of the boil he had so suddenly pushed you to.

You whine aloud at that, trying to work your hips down onto his fingers. “Star..”

He responds to your whine with an amused chuckle.

“Yes, darling? What do you need? You just have to ask me nicely. I did say I was going to help ease your aches, after all.”

You smooth both of your hands down overtop his between your thighs, trying to urge his fingers to move in your pussy. “Mmm.. well- it hurts really bad..” You moan, exaggerating on purpose. “Y’r the only one who can make it better.. please?”

Astarion is clearly happy with your sweet begging, curling his fingers up to massage over your g-spot. “I see. I see. And where does it hurt most, my darling?”

“Right there-!” You whimper, tightening your hold over his hand, grasping on his wrist as you toss your head back with a gasp.

“Here?” He croons, craning his fingers in deeper, rubbing the pads of his fingertips right over that spot. His teeth find your neck again, leaving more kisses along the skin.

“Is that what you needed, my dearest? Should I keep going?”

“Please-” You gasp, squirming in the bubbly water, struggling to stay still at this point as that coil twists tighter and tighter in your gut. “Don’t stop- Star, please.” Your pleas come out soft, breathless, as you reach a hand up to grab the back of his neck.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping, not when you beg so nicely, darling.” He coos, voice low and sweet. He brings his other hand up from your hip, wrapping it over one of your tits, thumbing over your nipple as he noses along your neck. “You can cum, my love. I have you.”

“Oh- nnh! Star- Astarion-” You gasp again, writhing in the bubbly water, body tensing up before you let out a cry, eyes squeezed shut as you tremble. You grab at his arm for support, panting desperately with little whiny sounds, breathy moans.

He keeps a firm hold on you, finger fucking you through your orgasm. “There you go, my darling.” He soothes, “You did so well. You’re such a sweet thing, making all those beautiful sounds for me. I love you so much.”

You offer a tired moan, tilting your head to blindly kiss him. You mouth at his jaw before he leans his head down, connecting your lips in a slow, panting kiss. Your limbs feel like jelly, quivering in the hot water. His hand leaves between your thighs to come up and cradle the back of your head, slender fingers entangling with your hair.

When you separate, he peppers soft, quick kisses along your cheek and jaw. “Did I do what I promised, darling? Is that ache all soothed?”

“Mmmf..” You sigh out, head tilting back as you allow him to shower you in affection. Your own hands skirt along his arms, slightly shaken. “I dunno.. think it still hurts a little.” You murmur, tilting up to connect your lips with his once again.

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The Friday Night Fight | Reggie Mantle

Hey Lovelies, here’s the first fic I’m moving from my Wattpad! I went through an entire Reggie Mantle phase and this is one of my favourite imagines! I hope you all enjoy!

Description: Y/n and Reggie are best friends and they get into a fight after she falls asleep and forgets they have plans.

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Not-Quite-Platonic!Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst (not really)

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: angst, FLUFF, just overall an easy read

(not my gif! Also hello I want to do this)

You and Reggie have been best friends since you were born, always next to one another whether that be when causing trouble in Riverdale or taking the accompanying punishment. Partners in crime, that’s what the two of you are. It really is the strongest kind of bond. They say there’s no honour among thieves but you think it’s the exact opposite. There is way more honour among trouble makers than rule followers.

Well, there’s more honour when both trouble makers remember to tell each other when they cancel plans, that is.

So you’ve been a little busy these days, big deal, right? Pop’s has you working overtime for the upcoming town jubilee and your parents are on your heels to keep you grades maintained. You’re an excellent student for someone who goes mailbox smashing on occasion! That mixed with the constant hounding from your other friends to loosen up and to hang out with them more almost always leaves you swamped.

All in all, you were tired and honestly forgot to tell Reggie that you wouldn’t be able to join him at the drive-in tonight. It’s not that you didn’t want to go, you just fell asleep as soon as your head had hit your pillow, your phone discarded on your dresser. Now look where that landed you.

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okay you already know what I want, but that prompt 35 pls and if you want a kissing one with it, top of head kiss would work well 🥰 ILY BESTIE

Hurt / Comfort prompt list.

Kisses prompt list.

Reggie Mantle - Helping the other person when they’re sick and have nobody else to help. | Top of the head kiss.

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Y/N let out a low groan into her pillow when her phone started ringing, the noise so loud it hurt her head, which already felt like she had been hit with a shovel. She reached her arm out and patted across her bedside table for a moment so she didn’t have to open her eyes, which felt like they were glued shut; and managed to knock over a bottle of water and a photo frame in the process. By the time she had picked up the phone she was frowning, huffing as she answered it and put it to her ear.

“Hmm?” She managed to briefly hum as she rolled onto her back, her body aching and sore.

“Good morning sweetcheeks,” Her best friend’s voice boomed over the phone and she groaned, immediately turning the volume down. “Woah, ouch, not happy to hear from me?”

“You’re too loud Reggie,” Y/N complained quietly as she lifted her hand to rub her eyes. “Why are you calling, shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Shouldn’t you?” Reggie countered, and she winced a little.

Y/N had meant to tell him she wouldn’t be in school the night before but she must’ve passed out before she had the chance. She hadn’t been feeling too well for the whole weekend; her fever kept getting worse and each throb of her headache felt like a direct shot to the brain. To make it worse her parents weren’t home as they were out for two weeks on a trip, so she was on her own. And she definitely didn’t have enough energy to even crawl out of bed, let alone go to school.

“Sorry Reg I meant to say, I can’t come in today.”

“Why not?” She could practically hear him pouting over the phone and couldn’t help the slight smile that passed over her lips.

“‘Cause I don’t feel too well. I’ll sleep it off today and I’ll be back tomorrow, promise.” She said quietly, before she lifted her arm to muffle a coughing fit that came along suddenly, leaving her chest and throat burning as she frowned.

“Shit, Y/N, that sounds bad. Are you okay?” Reggie asked, his voice softer than before and full of concern, something rare for the jock. “Can you ask your parents to get you some medicine or something?”

“They’re not home,” Y/N told him, wheezing slightly when she started feeling another coughing fit coming along. “Look Reg I need to go, don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah okay, see you.” Reggie responded before she lifted the phone from her ear and ended the call, sighing as she just dropped her phone onto the duvet, too tired to reach over and put it back on her nightstand.

As quickly as she had been woken up her eyes started closing again, drifting off into an uncomfortable and achey sleep that she expected to drift in and out of all day.

What was not expected was a loud knock at her door just over an hour later, followed by four impatient rings of her doorbell.

Y/N scowled as she opened her eyes, hoping whoever was there would go away, though after six more impatient rings of her doorbell and bangs against the door that she was sure could leave a dent she groaned and forced herself out of bed to open the door.

Everything was sore as she got to her feet and shuffled into her slippers, still in the same pyjama trousers and an old Bulldogs jumper that she had stolen from Reggie that she had been in for the whole weekend. Her hair was still up in the same beyond messy bun too, loose hairs spreading out like she had been electrocuted. The flush in her cheeks from her fever was prominent, sticking out against the pale sickly colour of the rest of her face.

By the time she had gotten to the door she was wheezing from another coughing fit, and had to cover her mouth with her arm again as she pulled it open to reveal who was there.

Reggie Mantle.

“M’lady.” He bowed falsely as she had opened the door and she frowned in confusion, eyeing him up.

He was still dressed like he was going to school, his backpack still slung over his shoulder, though in his arms he carried a flask, a handful of sunflowers that looked suspiciously like the ones she had in her front garden, a water bottle, and a bottle of medicine.

“Reggie, what- what are you doing here?” Y/N’s mouth opened as she stared at him, more confused than anything. He didn’t particularly like school but he never skipped Mondays - Mondays were the days for Bulldogs practice.

“I’m here to see my favourite little honey-bun of course.” Reggie teased as he reached out a somehow free hand and gently tapped the edge of her nose before he held everything with two hands again as he stepped inside without waiting for her to let him, allowing the door to shut behind him.

“You have school.” Y/N deadpanned, and he rolled his eyes as he looked at her.

“Thanks Captain Obvious, what a real find you have there.” Reggie responded and Y/N huffed as she crossed her arms.

“No seriously Reg what’re you doing here, you’re gonna miss class and-“ Y/N started before she cut herself off as she started coughing again, wincing as the pain spread through her chest with every cough she let into her sleeve.

“Okay calm down before you end up dying on me,” Reggie shook his head, emptying his arms onto the nearest surface so he could gently rub her back as she coughed. “You said your parents weren’t here and it’s really shitty to have to be sick on your own so I wanted to help.”

When Y/N had turned to look at him he was smiling genuinely which caused a similar expression to form over her lips, thankful that he would do something so kind for her. “Thanks Reg.”

“No problem,” He shook his head, before he paused and moved to grab the flowers again and held them out to her. “These are for you, sugar plum.” He teased and she rolled her eyes but took the flowers nonetheless.

“Thank you, I’ve got some sunflowers just like this outside.” Y/N smiled and almost laughed out loud at the panicked look that briefly crossed his face.

“What a coincidence,” Reggie mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, before he cleared his throat and took the flowers back from her. “Okay, you go get in bed and I’ll get these in a glass and sort everything else out.”

“Everything else? Reggie what-“

“Go, now, don’t make me count to three.” He threatened jokingly, and though she rolled her eyes she still turned to walk back upstairs, leaving Reggie to fumble around downstairs. He had been in her house enough times to know where everything was already. Reggie usually came to her house when things were getting hard with his dad, and although her parents claimed to have no clue what his situation with his dad was like, there was always a blow-up bed prepared on her bedroom floor when he happened to stay for dinner.

Y/N got back into bed and propped her pillows up so she was sat against the headboard, signing as she leaned back. It was another ten minutes before Reggie walked through her bedroom door, carrying a tray with him that he placed on her bedside table. On the tray sat the sunflowers in a glass of water, a bottle of water, a bottle of medicine, and a bowl of soup - which was what she was assuming was in the flask he brought. Even though he didn’t seem like the type, Reggie was an amazing cook, and made the best soup. She had mentioned how much she liked it once, and somehow since then whenever she was feeling sad or unwell Reggie brought her some of his soup for her to have.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile softly as she watched him carefully place the tray down before he moved to sit on the bed beside her, passing over the bowl of soup with a spoon.

“Thank you, Reggie.” Y/N said softly, her voice full of sincerity as she leaned against him slightly, smiling further into her first spoonful of soup when she felt his arm curl around her shoulders.

Y/N and Reggie had always been very close. It was normal for them to hold hands, or for him to carry her, or to pretty much do everything that a couple would do, other than kiss. Half of the time Y/N didn’t know where they stood on terms of their relationship, whether they were best friends or whether they were more, but she knew for a fact that she wouldn’t trade it for anything; she had the best person on the planet all to herself.

Y/N ate the soup quietly as she listened to Reggie telling some story about football, letting him do all of the talking as she had the soup that he had made for her. She didn’t look away from him as he spoke, and before she knew it she had finished the whole bowl of soup and half of her bottle of water by the time his story was over.

She wheezed again as she coughed which prompted Reggie to reach over and grab the bottle of medicine, causing her to frown a little.

“The liquid stuff’s really gross.” She pouted, and Reggie just rolled his eyes as he poured a spoonful out.

“Take it or I’ll spoon feed you.” Reggie threatened jokingly, and thinking he wouldn’t she just shook her head and didn’t take the spoon from him, leaving him holding it up in the air.

Reggie just shook his head and lifted his spare hand up to her, a finger underneath her chin which he used to tilt her head upwards. Her mouth fell agape upon shock of the action, her heart suddenly fluttering in her chest madly, so he used the opportunity to fit the spoon into her mouth so she could have the medicine.

Y/N pulled a face as soon as the bitter taste hit her tongue which prompted the jock to laugh as he took the spoon back, and handed her the water bottle to wash away the bad taste.

“Aww you’re so cute, you know that snookums?” He teased as he tucked her underneath his arm again, and she just groaned quietly as she nudged his ribs with her elbow.

“Cut it with the pet names, Mantle.” She huffed quietly as she let her head drop to rest on his shoulder.

“Why, pumpkin, you’re just way too adorable to stop.” Reggie teased again and grinned, causing her to just roll her eyes in response.

After a moment she watched as Reggie reached over to her bedside table to grab her hairbrush, and before she could ask what he was doing, she felt his fingers carefully pull the current hair tie out of her hair before he started running the brush through her hair gently. Her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed her hair, and then ran his fingers through it after; which caused butterflies to pool in her stomach and a stupid girlish smile to paint over her lips.

She stayed quiet for another few moments as she leaned into him, fiddling with the sleeves of his jumper she was wearing to keep her fingers busy before she turned her head to look up at him again once he had finished brushing her hair, leaving it in a loose ponytail once he was done. “Thank you for coming today,” She said softly, meeting his eyes as he smiled genuinely too. “It means a lot.”

“It’s no problem, I just didn’t want you to be alone.” He said softly and shrugged a little.

Y/N smiled softly, though yawned before she could say anything else, her eyes closing for a brief moment. With being exhausted from being sick anyways, paired with the warm soup in her belly and the comforting arm around her shoulders, it was extremely tempting to fall asleep there and then.

“Get some sleep,” Reggie mumbled as he gently rubbed her arm, prompting her eyes to close properly. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Thanks Reg.” Y/N whispered softly with a sleepy smile across her lips.

“Of course.” He muttered, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head which caused her to smile a little more as she relaxed into him, sleepy and happy in the arm of her best friend.

Best friend, though maybe more.

18+: Sex, handjob / foreplay, Riding Reggie.

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“So are you hoping for something to happen? It’s just pretty convenient that you’re staying over on valentines day eve.” You said to Reggie who was leaning on the doorframe of your front door.

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Spanish Sweetheart. (Reggie Mantle X Reader)

Summary: Reggie goes to Y/N for help with his Spanish. Where they use some unusual tactics.

Word Count: 1,005

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Warnings ~ None?

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“Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you’ll find a brain back there.”

Reggie glares at me, not impressed with my witty comment. I’m not even sure how I ended up here. At the infamous Reggie Mantle’s house tutoring him at Spanish.

“Why do I even need to learn another language? Everybody speaks English anyway!”

I scoff, that statement couldn’t be any more wrong. Reggie however doesn’t seem to care and throws his textbook across his bedroom.

“Obviously textbook work isn’t helping you.”

“Yeah no shit Y/N!”

His outburst of anger shocks me, causing me to stand up. As I head over to the door, I begin to think Reggie is a lost cause. Incapable of boosting his grade. Like a lightbulb however, an idea forms in my mind. With a grin on my face, I turn to face he athletic boy. He groans when he sees my smile, knowing I have a plan.

“Come with me. If studying from a textbook won’t help maybe practical work will.”

The boy looks at me as though I’ve lost my mind, yet follows me out of his house all the same. We walk silently beside one another, it’s not at all uncomfortable as I imagined it would be.

When we arrive in front of my house, he stops. Clearly nervous. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I nod to him. Letting him know he has nothing to fear.

Opening the door, we’re greeted by the sound of chatter. It’s fair to say I’ve got quite a big family. In the house alone there is my parents, me and my four brother, my grandparents and my Aunty. We all live here.

“Mamá, papá, estoy en casa!”

Motioning for Reggie to follow, we make our way into the kitchen. My mom is preparing dinner whilst my dad is out in the garden playing football with my brothers.

“Mamá, esta es Reggie. No es bueno en Español.”

She grins, placing the wooden spoon down on the table. Immediately she makes her way over to the boy, embracing him in a hug.

“What a good looking young man.” She says, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

“Mamá!”

Shaking my head, I make my way to the other side of the room. Collapsing on to the couch. Patting the space next to me, I watch as Reggie carefully places himself on the edge of the couch.

“Mamá. ¡Tengo hambre!”

My oldest brother Mateó, stares at Reggie. Trying to work out if he’s seen him before. Not impressed by his presence, he throws himself in between me and Reggie. Making sure we’re not next to each other.

“Boyfriend?” Mateó asks, sizing up Reggie.

“No. He needs help with Spanish.” I explain, causing my brother to nod.

“I’m Mateó. You are?”

“Reggie Mantle.”

Before the conversation can progress, I jump up. Glancing at Reggie, who follows my lead.

“We’re going to practice. See you later.”

I swiftly exit the room, not wanting my family to embarrass me. More than they already have. Reggie follows me up the two flights of stairs to my bedroom. The attic room. We sit down on the beanbags in the corner of my room. Reggie looks more relaxed now that it’s just the two of us. My family most likely scared him. They can be eccentric.

“I didn’t know you were Spanish.”

I smile, of course he didn’t know. Nobody really knows. I pretend like English is my native language even though it isn’t. I guess I don’t want to be made fun of.

“We moved to Riverdale from Mexico when I was twelve.” I shrug, trying not to make it a big deal.

“What was it like?”

His question seems genuine, as though he really is interested. Nobody has ever really cared about my past before so I’m not entirely sure how I am supposed to answer.

“It was amazing. The community was so close, we all helped each other. My favourite thing though was the market. Everybody had something to offer, something to sell. It was my home.”

Reggie beams, seemingly fascinated by my old life. Riverdale is completely different to Mexico. Especially as the community is divided by an imaginary line and there is a serial killer on the loose.

“Riverdale probably doesn’t live up to Mexico, but I’m sure we could make it your home.” He whispers, as though he doesn’t want me to hear it.

“Riverdale has it’s positives.” I shrug.

Reggie raises his eyebrows, intrigued by my comment. He leans forward slightly, to which I do the same.

“What positives?”

“Well for one Riverdale has the hottest boys.”

Biting my lip, I watch as Reggie smirks. He knows I mean him. He just wants me to say it. He wants me to admit that I like him. “Well there is this one guy. His name is Reggie Mantle. He’s a jock and he comes across as being really cocky but he’s actually the sweetest guy ever. Not to mention he has a great body.”

His eyes sparkle and his smirk never leaves his face as I speak. I never imagined that today I would admit that I liked Reggie. The universe is full of surprises.

“He does sound like a great guy.”

Shaking my head, I let out a small laugh. Pulling myself from the beanbag, I walk towards Reggie. My confidence grows as I straddle his lap, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Eras tan hermosa.” He tells me.

Resting my forehead on his, I giggle softly. Shocked by his sudden ability to speak Spanish.

“I’m beautiful? You couldn’t have just told me that in English?”

He shrugs, amused by his own antics. His hands travel down my back, resting under my ass.

“I’m supposed to learn Spanish. So I may have picked up a few phrases.”

Pressing my lips to his is a sweet kiss feels like heaven. His plump lips are soft and gentle, it’s addicting. Who knew Reggie Mantle would be the one to sweep me off my feet?

3am. (Reggie Mantle x Reader)

Summary: Reggie climbs through Y/N’s window.

Word Count: 1,025

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Warnings ~ Mentions of abuse?

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A soft thud causes me to jolt awake. My phone reads the time 3:45. Rubbing my eyes, I scan my bedroom, searching for the cause of the noise. By my bedroom window, stands a tall figure. Quietly, shifting towards my bathroom as though not to distrurb me.

“Reggie. What are you doing?” I ask, turning on the lamp beside my bed.

He stops mid stride, I can see him take a deep breath. Turning he moves to sit next to me on the bed. My lamp only carries enough light to illuminate half of Reggie’s face. Despite that I can still see the large bruise forming around his eye.

“What the fuck happened to you Reg?” I ask, taking his face in my hands to examine how bad it will swell.

He moves away from me slightly, not daring to look me in my eyes. I’ve never seen Reggie like this before, not after a normal fight at least.

“My dad and I got into an argument. He didn’t like what I had to say.” He admits, voice shaky.

My heart breaks, as I watch Reggie make his way to my bathroom. He’s so afraid to be vulnerable, determined to keep up his brave and masculine appearance. He grew up being told that showing any form of emotion is a sign of weakness. That he needs to be an arrogant and cocky asshole to get anywhere in life.

Removing from the warmth of my blanket, I walk over to my bathroom. Reggie’s shirt is on the floor, he’s silently looking in the mirror. Bruises litter his sides and back. How bad was their argument?

“I’m fine Y/N.” He tells me, waving me away as though he doesn’t need or want my help.

I stay quiet as I open up the cooler by my cupboard. Usually I store drinks in there but recently with the fights between the northside and southside I’ve been storing ice packs in there. Just in case Reggie turns up at my house like this.

Gripping his arm lightly, I turn him to look at me. Standing on my tiptoes, I gently press the ice pack to his eye. He flinches away at first. Still not really accepting my help. However he takes the ice pack from me and holds it to his eye without too much fuss.

Grabbing another ice pack, I begin to apply it to each bruise in turn. Hoping it will help at least a little bit. Moving Reggie’s hand from his eye, I look at the bruise. It’s beginning to swell but if he keep the ice pack on it, hopefully it will help.

He puts the ice pack on once again and I lean against the counter. Watching as he continues to stare at himself. I bet he thinks that the bruises are going to ruin the masterpiece that is his body.

“You know you’re really distracting when you’re stood in nothing but a bra and panties.” Reggie tells me, his voice quiet but still there.

I smile at him, at his comment, before picking up his shirt and pulling it over my head. It comes as no surprise when it reaches mid thigh. Hanging off me like a dress. He laughs at this, the sound like music to my ears.

Placing the ice pack of the countertop he lifts me up, seating me on the counter. I sit on my knees, staring up at my boyfriend. He looks tired, so tired. Yet I know he tries hard to hide it.

“I can see you staring.” He whispers, smiling down at me.

Glancing away from him, I look towards the floor. Embarrassed for being caught staring. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, tilting my face to look at him.

“I’m fine Y/N. Honestly, I’m fine.”

I don’t believe him. I can tell this is hurting him more than anything. Not necessarily physically but more emotionally. He just wants a real father, someone who actually cares about him. Right now, he doesn’t have that.

“I just don’t like seeing you hurt Reg.” I admit, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his defined chest.

His arms fall loosely around my back, rubbing it gently. As if to comfort me. Closing my eyes, I focus on his heartbeat. As long as his heart is beating then I have everything I need.

Pulling back, I raise myself up. So I’m in more of a kneeling position. I wrap my arms around his neck, his deep brown eyes focused on mine.

“Do you have to go back there?” I ask, not wanting him to get hurt again. I don’t want to lose him.

“I have to Y/N. It’s my home.” He states, arms wrapped around my waist.

“Why have I never met your parents?” I ask, staring down at his chest rather than his eyes.

I can see he is at a loss for words, unsure how to answer my question. Does he even have a valid answer? Maybe, maybe not. Whatever it is, I’m sure there is a reason.

“My parents can be very judgemental. They like to make assumptions about a person before they’ve really met. I wouldn’t want them doing that to you and I don’t want them to hurt you.” He admits, his sentences slow as if he is thinking about what words he should use.

Looking into his eyes again, I can see he is telling the truth. Nodding my head, I show that I understand. That I understand what he is talking about.

His grip on me tightens and I feel him lifting me from the counter. My legs instantly wrap around his waist, locking together. I feel his hands move from their position on my waist to my ass.

I smile at Reggie as he begins to walk us back through to my bedroom.

Collapsing on the bed, he holds himself up above me. With his forehead against mine he kisses me gently, our lips locking together. Once out of breath, he falls beside me. Pulling me closer as I begin to fall asleep in his arms.

highkey wanna wear reggies varsity jacket while laying in his bed bc damn he'd be a really hot fuck buddy

dude just imagine having sex with him after he wins a football game, scoring the winning touchdown. so both of your adrenaline was high, so just imagine how amazing the sex was after the game.

when he went to shower, you put on your bra and underwear, looking around his room and smiling when you see his varsity jacket hanging on his desk chair. you go over and put it on your shoulders, sliding your arms through the sleeves and studying yourself in the mirror, feeling a boost of confidence. 

you lay on your stomach as you scroll on your phone, answering texts from your friends and congratulated archie for the win. reggie comes back in the room and chuckles, throwing his head back and looking at you. you roll on your back and sit up on your elbows, biting your lip as your eyes scan over his wet body. 

“god you really do look gorgeous in anything, especially my stuff” he crawls on the bed, kissing you hungrily. 

“reggie” you giggle, reggie humming against your mouth. “you have just a towel on”

“mhm. so?” he laughs against your mouth and pulls away. “best after party ever” 

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for the non-vocal i love you what about jughead helping her through a panic/anxiety attack if you are okay with that content?

TW - Anxiety attack.

Her eyes glazed with tears as she stared in front of her, trying to keep her breathing even and ignore the sudden loud heart-beat in her ears. But she couldn’t. Her hands had started shaking as soon as she looked at the state of her locker, and it wasn’t helping that a crowd had formed around her.

Go to hell, serpent slut.

The words painted in what she hoped was just red paint rang through her like an echo in an empty room, chilling her, hurting her. But the doll on the noose was what did it for her. She wouldn’t openly admit it but she was fragile, and she was easily hurt. So seeing a doll on a noose hanging on her locker that had blood on it, it stroked up one thought: someone wanted her dead.

Everything was blurry by the time she felt a hand on her arm, before it was on her cheek, turning her head to look at them. Blue eyes was what she saw, and she knew who it was, but she couldn’t process it at that moment.

“The- I- the locker-“ she tried to get out, but breathing was suddenly a difficult task and it felt like her throat was being clogged up by oncoming tears.

“I know, I know. Come on.” He tried to tell her, his hand at her arm trying to pull her in another direction with him, though she shook her head and pulled away.

“No- no it’s just spray paint.” She choked out, more trying to convince herself than anything as she reached forwards to try and attempt to rip the papers off of her locker, though the first sob ripped through her chest as his arm caught her waist and he tugged her shaking frame backwards.

“I don’t think that’s spray paint.” She heard his voice at her ear before he practically carried her down the corridor away from her locker and what felt like the rest of the school.

She was on the verge of hyperventilating once he’d gotten her into an empty classroom and sat her against the door, sinking down in front of her as he took her hands. Though they were away from everybody else, nothing had ever felt so loud. She felt like she was drowning in the panic she felt.

“Hey, hey hey hey, I need you to breathe, okay?” His hands were on her cheeks, tilting her head to look at him, but the tears just rolled down her face faster as she just gasped in air. Her chest burned and hurt, but she physically couldn’t take any air in.

He looked panicked, from what she could see through her tears, his hands at her cheeks before on her shoulders and on her arms - panicking too.

It was another moment before he took one of her shaking and sweaty hands and placed it against his chest, over his heart. “Feel that?” He asked, and she nodded when she felt the slightly-quickened heartbeat thumping against his ribs and through his chest, onto her hand. “Count, okay? Count it for me.”

She was crying again, sobs wracking through her like she had a defibrillator being used on her, but she tried to take in a deep breath as she started counting.

One two.

Her eyes squeezed shut and her free hand found his, holding it tightly like she never had before.

Three four.

Her body was still shaking but she was able to start taking in slightly deeper breaths, the burning in her chest getting slightly lighter with every breath she took in.

Five six.

Her hands were shaking though she was able to get a better grip on him, her hand holding onto his even tighter, in which he reciprocated with a squeeze of his own.

By the time she’d reached thirty she collapsed against him, exhausted and worn out, despite the quiet cries that still left her.

Jughead wound his arms around her tightly and pulled her into his lap, letting her nuzzle her face into her neck as she took in deep breaths. Her hands fisted the back of his shirt as she relaxed completely against him as the cries just turned to quiet sniffles and silent tears, absolutely spent.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered into his neck, and he just held onto her tighter as he shook his head.

“No, no don’t be sorry. Okay? You’re okay, love.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “I’ve got you.”

As Long As I’m Alive: Malachai

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word count: 900

description: Based off of Prompt: As long as I’m alive, I will do everything I can do to protect you

Malachai stirred at the sound of someone whimpering, he slowly turned over and could see you the love of his life crying in your sleep while whimpering crying instantly making him sit up and try to wake you up because you were in the middle of a nightmare.

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Reggie- New Students

I walk through the lunch hall holding Reggie’s hand

“I promised Veronica and Archie I would help with the welcome table” Reggie groans “what?” I frown

“What do you mean what? those snakes came to Archie’s to attack him”

“Because he was on their turf and waved a gun in some of their faces” Reggie looks shocked “oh yeah I know about that thanks to Veronica”

“YN they’re bad news. You’ll get hurt because of one of them. They carry pocket knives”

“Reggie they are coming to our school your gonna have to get over it. Now I’ll see you later” I kiss Reggie’s cheek and walk off to find Veronica and Archie.

Once I find the couple I join them at the welcome table just in time for the Southside students to arrive

"Friends. On behalf of the students and faculty here at Riverdale High welcome to your new school. To ease this transition I've set up a registration desk where you can get your locker assignments, schedules and a list of sports and extracurriculars"

“V don’t be over the top” I whisper to her

“We encourage each and everyone of you to drink deeply from the cup that is fair riverdale"

“What did I say about being over the top. My apologies for her. Basically all she’s saying if your unsure about something don’t hesitate to ask”

"Stand down Eva Peron" I hear Cheryl shout making me groan. I turn around and see her waking down the stairs with Reggie

"Theres the school spirt I so fondly remember" I hear Jughead says to one of the girls he’s stood next to

"Cheryl no one invited fascists barbie to the party"

"Wrong Veronica. No one invited Southside scum to our school. Listen up ragamuffins. I will not allow Riverdale's Highs above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms overcrowded with underachievers so please find some other school to debase with your hardscrabble ways"

“Cheryl how do you know they’re as you call underachievers? they might actually be more cleaver than us. Just give them a chance”

“Babe that’s enough. Now come here”

“No, I’m not going to stand for this stupidity” I frown at Reggie

“YN it’s clear to see these snakes are just going to ruin this school. I mean just look at them” Cheryl points

"You wanna come over here and say that to my face?" a girl with pink/purple in her hair says stepping forward

"Happily queen of the buskers" Cheryl steps closer

"Ok guys. Everyone. Can we just put our Northside Southside differences apart and start over? A new slate"

"You don't speak for the bulldogs. And need I remind you these greaser snakes showed up at your place to kick your ass" Reggie comes forward and takes my wrist in his hand. I try to remove it

"You know what I think it's time to finish what we started" Sweet Pea says angry “and I don’t think your girlfriend wants your hand around her wrist like that so I suggest you let her go”

"I am so over the toxic masculinity in this hallway right now"

"Alright. Enough pomp and circumstance. Everyone let's get to class. Now" Principle Weatherbee comes over. Reggie looks irritated and Cheryl looks down at her shoes

“YN let’s go” I give the Southide students a sad smile before walking off with Reggie.

Later in the day I have a free period. I walk into the student lounge and see a small group of the Serpents and most of my friends. I sit down next to Kevin

"I don't think we've properly met. Veronica Lodge" she extends a hand to a girl

"From the park avenue Lodges" Jug says while eating. I roll my eyes at him, when is he not eating?

"Toni Topaz" the girl Toni shakes Veronicas hand

"Like the purple coloured gem stone. Love it"

"And I'm Josie McCoy formerly of the pussycats, now just Josie. And this is Kevin and YN"

"What's your name?" Kevin asks one of t he guys eating twizlers

"Fogarty or you can call me Fangs. Your last names Keller right?"

"Yeah how did you know that?"

"Joaquin and I used to hang out. He used to talk about you all the time"

“So YN why are you with that idiot Reggie?” Sweet Pea asks me

“Because he’s good to me. We’ve been dating for a few years now”

“Even when he scored you in the play book” Betty folds her arms

“And he said sorry”

“Oh because that fixes him rating your sex life”

“Archie he…” I’m then cut off by Principle Weatherbee

"You guys" we all look at him "yes you. Come with me. Now" I get up from my seat and follow everyone out of the room. I see Reggie stood with his arms crossed looking smug next to a snake symbol, the one that looks like the back of the Serpents jackets

"Which of you defaced our schools seal with this graffiti?"

"This is what they do Principal Weatherbee. They tag their turf" Reggie says

"My god Reggie could you be anymore transparent?" Reggie nods not really understanding what Veronica is saying

"Effective immediately no gang behaviour of any kind will be tolerated in my school. As of this moment no more Serpent jackets"

"What?" Sweet Pea shouts  

"Are you kidding?" Jugs says

"No more Serpent jackets and all tattoos are to be covered. Possession of any gang paraphernalia will lead to immediate suspension. That's all" Principal Weatherbee walks away leaving Reggie looking smug. I walk up to him and glare at him

“Why?” I ask

“Because baby, they need to know their place”

“No, I think you need to know yours”

the absolute INSANITY of the pushing your s/o away thing with the crazy ass boy gang… it’s like triggering a dog’s prey drive but for serial killers w abandonment issues

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + PUSHING THEIR HAND AWAY/REJECTING AFFECTION

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Billy Loomis - Is irritated off rip. Billy plays it cool but he needs physical affection from you. He’s casual about it so he flies under the radar, but this is a stage five clinger. He’s always doing something small. Touching your fingers. A hand on your back. Neck. Sitting behind you instead of putting you directly in his lap. It’s little stuff. Hovering. Smack his hand away one of these times and his jaw clenches right away. “What the hell is your problem?” Please snuggle up to him and don’t start world war 3. It’s not worth the joke. 

Kevin Khatchadourian - Quick question, why do this to yourself? Kevin does not need, nor does he particularly enjoy, physical contact. Period. He is gracious enough to give you physical contact because he knows you’re built different (pathetic). For you to then turn around and spit in the face of him being kind enough to meet your needs? …. Quite crazy of you. The look he gives you is pure confusion because he’s honest to God baffled. What do you want to accomplish here? Go ahead and start begging now, because he’s not touching you for a long while. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - Swings wildly between damn near dodging any physical affection you attempt to give him to hanging off you like a squid on a ship. No in-between. For you to have the audacity to reject him when he’s feeling clingy? How dare you. He doesn’t have to beg anyone for attention! Did you forget who you’re dating? Doesn’t even care if you did it with obvious playfulness. He’s sensitive. He’s tender. He’s a bitch. He goes to get up and leave entirely and you have to grab him and beg him to cuddle so this doesn’t become a week long cold war. Happy ego stroking! 

Stu Macher - What you’re not about to do is ruin his mood. Baby, he’s about to ruin yours. How about that? If you push his hands off you once he enjoys a little playful bitchiness. Playing hard to get. He likes to chase, it’s cool. Twice? Okay…. We’re irritating him. Three times? He’s gonna grab your hand, stop smiling, and stare at you. When he places his hand back where it belongs, on your thigh, don’t act up again. He could make your whole week go to shit. Don’t start wars you won’t win. He’s the king of playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes. 

Nathan Prescott - Has to bluster and get visibly pissed off because he is rejection sensitive to a degree that is astounding, frankly. Let you see him upset after he tried to be affectionate and you said no? Hah! Not fucking likely. Being physically affectionate in the first place doesn’t come easy to him. Quality time is more his speed. Even worse if it wasn’t a sexual advance he was making. He tried to wrap an arm around you and you shrug him off? You’ll be lucky to get a hello out of him for the next week. Good luck soldier.

David Mccall - Outwardly, he pretends to be despondent and sheepish when you bat his hand away. He’s using sadness as a shield. If he’s sad then you might feel bad and give in. He’ll use any tool in his arsenal to get his way. One of his greatest skills is speaking in a soft voice, just shy of how you’d speak to a toddler, and telling you: “I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” This is all to hide the fact that you rejecting him in any way, shape, or form makes him so angry he can barely think. You might be able to catch the rage hidden behind the veil. If you’re quick enough. David puts on a convincing show, but his gentle smile is twitching at the edges.

❥ who gets sad and mopey ❥

Jordan Li - Oh you pushed them away? No, that’s cool, it’s totally fine. You can want space. Everyone’s entitled to their own space bubble. Of course. Are you having a bad day? Are you mad at them? Did they do something wrong? Did they piss you off? These are the types of questions Jordan is going to “casually” ask for the next ten minutes while they sit really close to you. They’re not touching you! They always sit with their legs spread so wide. Their arm isn’t around you, it’s on the back of the couch. You’re nitpicking here, babe. They’re staring at you with their big brown eyes. No, they didn’t get any closer while you weren’t looking. 

Josh Washington - Why would you do this to him? Don’t push his hand off you unless you mean it or you’re being obviously playful about it. If you pretend to be mad at him while you do it, no matter how unconvincing of an actor you are, he will believe you. Sensitive king. He also won’t go to touch you again until you initiate the contact. Physical touch is reassuring and comforting to him but even he (category five clinger) gets touch aversion at times. As observant as he is, he knows some people are uncomfortable asserting their boundaries, so they’ll try to soften the blow of saying no by being “playful”. He cannot take the risk! You could mean it but don’t want to hurt his feelings. Josh interprets many playful no’s as real ones. Better safe than sorry.

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Sebastian Valmont - Doesn’t take it for anything more than what it is. If you’re being playful he recognizes it. If you’re seriously not wanting to be touched at any given moment he understands that as well. However, in the case of being playful, you’ve started a war you can’t win. Because, as much as Sebastian enjoys chasing you…  Sebastian also likes to be chased. Ten minutes from now you’ll go to give Sebastian’s cheek a kiss and he’s going to dodge you. Hard. To such an extent it’s bordering on insult. He’ll be wearing a cat that got the canary grin all the while. 

Jason Dean/JD - Doesn’t take you seriously even if you are dead serious. I’m sorry, you’ve discovered his worst character trait by far. Most boundaries are a joke to him. He always wants to touch you. He loves you! He craves you like a drug. You should feel the same for him, in equal measure and desperation. So why wouldn’t you want him touching you? Holding you close. He’s so gentle with you (usually). His arms should feel like home. No matter how long a day you’ve had. No matter how overwhelmed you might be with sound, sight, touch. In JD’s eyes you’re one soul in two bodies. He always wants you near. He knows you want the same. You’re just a little dramatic sometimes.

i feel like jason dean would have a thing for gunplay 😳

😳 😳 😳 😳 😳 you would be right  😳 😳 😳 😳 😳

The first time he points the gun at you he’s just fucking around. He likes the way you jump before settling into vague disapproval and eye rolling. That’s the part that intrigues him. He doesn’t have this kink because he wants you to be afraid of him and the gun in his hand. He wants the opposite. He wants you to trust him so implicitly that he could place the barrel to your temple and you wouldn’t flinch. 

The second time he brings out the gun you’re cuddling. He’s laying on his couch and you’re laying against the length of his body, just the way he likes you. He suddenly starts to fidget which isn’t like him but you just allow him to shift. Next thing you know he’s playing with the gun above your head. You keep your eyes closed and don’t pay him any mind. He falls asleep eventually, both arms around your waist but the gun still in one hand. When the two of you wake up later the metal is warm from your skin. 

The third time is the kicker. He says he wants to try something and without much thought you agree. Later you’ll wind up with every inch of him pressed into every inch of you, the barrel of his (unloaded) gun pressed ever so gently into the side of your face. He groans about how good you are into your ear. 

i would love to know which of the crazy ass boys gang would indulge a partner who watches reality tv? whose getting just as invested and angry and who is standing to the side saying it’s dumb and fake? (i know it’s kevin)

❥ who grins and bares it so they can bond with you ❥

Billy Loomis - This is just a bonding activity for Billy. It’s not awful. Nor is it the most fun thing in the world. It’s just one of those tiny moments that relationships are built off. The small bids for connection that build intimacy. You don’t bitch when he wants to watch Psycho for the sixth time in two months. He doesn’t bitch when you turn on trashy TV. He pulls you close, so that you’re sitting in his lap, or laid up against him, and pays enough attention to ask you the odd question or two to clarify what’s going on if he gets lost. What do you mean they switch couples?? When did they start doing that? Last week… oh I bet Luca was pissed. 

David Mccall - David is obnoxious because he pretends to be the type who is upset when you watch without him. He’ll come home, glance at the TV and gasp dramatically: Baby! Why are you watching our show without me?! How far along are you? You watched an entire episode? You know better than that, baby! You gotta rewind it, hold on, I’ll order us some pizza. Can’t believe you’d watch behind my back! This is a ridiculous pantomime that you may or may not pick up on. Mileage varies as always. David couldn’t care less about the reality TV shows you watch. But he likes the way you giggle as you rewind it for him. Or the way you light up when you’re discussing it with him. You used to spend way too much time talking with your friends about this stupid crap. Now you talk to him. Who gives a shit about whatever mindless little thing you’re watching. What David enjoys is your undivided attention. 

Jason Dean/JD - JD also sees this as a bonding activity and bid for connection… However, JD is a born hater. He bonds by talking shit. He’s not necessarily trying to be a bummer about the things you enjoy. He’s just a certified yapper when it comes to shit-talking. If he thinks something is stupid he just can’t sit in silence. This is his most underdeveloped life skill. He’s got ten minutes of quiet in him max. If he does manage to bite his tongue his face gives him away anyways. So what was the point? Will say something pretentious like: “Why are we watching people play out a badly scripted version of their lives through a screen when we could be out living ours, right now? Let’s hop on my bike and just ride, darling! Live a little!” Sir, I just worked an eight hour shift. I need to see someone who doesn’t deserve a rose get sent home in tears. Read the room. Get a grip. 

❥ who is pissed off/devastated when you watch it without them ❥

Sebastian Valmont - What can he say? Sebastian likes to watch people experience psychological torment. He’s trying to turn on the first seasons of “America’s Next Top Model" and watch a girl get sent home in tears after the judges convinced her to shave her head bald to look more fierce.This is the type of quality reality TV that makes Sebastian laugh. Watching people go through their darkest moments in front of a camera that highlights the creases in their cheap makeup is how he likes to spend the occasional date night. You had to put him onto reality tv shows, but now he’s hooked. He probably watches more reality TV than you do. If we’re being honest. You think this might be how he gets to still live out his glory days of being an unrepentant asshole. Sometimes he sighs a little too wistfully when someone is being a monster. 

Jordan Li - Jordan enjoys anything you do together. Even if they hate a particular activity, at least they’re spending time with you. Still, there are reality TV shows that Jordan really likes, such as: home improvement shows, “Say Yes to the Dress'', “Face Off”, “American Ninja Warrior”, and “RuPaul's Drag Race”. And then there are shows that Jordan puts on a brave face about. Things like “Love Island” and “Jersey Shore”. Jordan gets queasy just scrolling past them. There was a time before they became one of Brink’s favorites that their parents kept pushing them to try and be an entertainment Supe. No one is taking you that seriously, anyways! Maybe you’ll do better in the reality TV circuit. It’s unlikely Jordan will ever get stuck in projects like that now. They’ve proven they can be a heavy hitter. Proven that they’re strong enough to not need to sell themselves as cheap, easily-digestible, entertainment. Still, they don’t like thinking of the alternate world where they’re having to sit in front of a camera and do twenty retakes of “authentic” confessional room venting.

Stu Macher - He likes reality TV and doesn’t care who knows. Hooray! A shared interest… except watching these shows with him will piss you the fuck off. He has dog-shit opinions about everything. You will never be rooting for the same people. You will never agree on who handled a situation better. He’s always rooting for the asshole, it seems. You don’t even think he’s doing it to be contrary or to make you mad. He’s genuinely on their side (most of the time… he does enjoy making you mad.) Watching reality TV with Stu makes you want to kill him. It also makes you look at him funny. Why are you always siding with the bastards? You don’t think Ekin-Su needed to apologize? Stu, are you out of your fucking mind?

Josh Washington - You’re gonna try to tell me that the twins weren’t making him paint toenails while they pulled all nighters of “The Bachelor”? Sure, okay, if you’d like to believe that. And his inner circle consists of Emily and Jess? Please. He’s been watching trashy TV for years. He’s watched a little of everything. He is so well acquainted with the dark underbelly of reality TV that it would roll over for a tummy rub from him. It knows his scent. He can easily keep track of the names, faces, and plots. Who’s fucking who. Who hates who. Who’s forming secret alliances. You’ll probably be more lost than Josh ever gets. He’s a day one. He’s an OG. 

❥ who is pissed off to even be hearing about it second-hand ❥

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - He has better shit to do than watch reality TV show crap all day, and so do you. These are the kinds of harsh words that will be waiting for you if you try and get him to watch anything fun with you. Ask him one too many times and, like a parent who is annoyed that you are bothering him, he will begin to fill up any moment of free time the two of you have with activities. No, babe, we can’t watch “90 Day Fiance.” Why? Because we’ve got to run the marathon for kids with cancer and then we’ve got dinner with the mayor after that. You two are gonna be booked and busy. You were obviously bored. Now you won’t have time to even think!

Kevin Khatchadourian - Please don’t remind him so blatantly of his own intellectual superiority over you (he’s an asshole.) He gets the ick of the century when you try and tell him what happened during one of your little…programs. If you have the audacity to take it a step further and ask him to watch with you? He’s rendered speechless. Since when is this relationship a safe space? He doesn’t enjoy well-written, heart-stopping, incredible genre-defining movies and television. And yet, somehow, you’re so delusional you think he’s gonna sit through reality television with you? Don’t piss him off. He doesn’t even bother responding. Enjoy the view of his back as he walks away!

❥ secret fourth worse thing ❥

Nathan Prescott - Nathan is once again in a category of his own, which you might call: too nosy to not get into it, but doesn't want you to know he enjoys it. He made fun of you when you first started to watch reality TV. He can’t go back on his word now. If you were cuddling on the couch he’d have his face turned into your stomach and dramatically roll his eyes at your absentminded head rubbing. Could we focus on what’s important please? But then the plots started thickening and the heated exchanges started to pique his interest. He knew he was cooked when he started recognizing names, who was booed up with who… wait that disloyal prick hooked up with who this week?! He tells you to just replay the episode because you’re explaining it shitty and you obviously want him to watch it and talk to you about it. It isn’t for his benefit at all. Turn the subtitles on, god dammit.

A/N: this was really fun! how did you know i've been watching reality TV shows lately?? if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

just a small blurb but i can’t stop thinking about -

                   BILLY LOOMIS FT. A HILARIOUS READER

they don’t know how to act! no brain to mouth filter whatsoever. it’s the wild, wild west whenever they decide to move their lips.

imagine that reader with mister. stick up his ass billy loomis. can you GET what i’m laying down here?? the age old riddle of unstoppable force meets immovable object. whomst will win?

you may you run within the same general circle as billy and stu but you aren’t close to them or anything. you’re just so funny that everyone loves having you around. you could sit at any table during lunch and be greeted with smiles and eye-rolls, everyone already trying to guess what you’ll come up with next. 

it’s easy to not get caught always watching you when almost everyone is doing the same thing. you draw the eyes of anyone who’s talked to you, even if just for a little while. your personality nothing short of infectious. 

it drives billy a little crazy, actually. how you tell a little joke and he wants to look up and see the way the punchline shaped your mouth. how he hears your laugh in a crowd and has to stop himself from trying to find you so he can watch you be so caught up in being happy- 

at one point he’d thought he wanted to kill you. he’d never focused on another person so much without wanting them dead, frankly. 

but when he and stu were picking their next victim he bit down on his tongue to stop himself from saying your name. if he said it he’d follow through on it just to prove a point. so he didn’t say your name, and he admitted to himself that maybe he liked you a little. maybe even more than liked you. 

he still can’t bring himself to do anything more than stand a little closer to you at a party, or catch your eye and not be the first one to look away. 

stu is no idiot though and he’s billy’s guardian angel of “bro you’re capable of human emotions”. it just takes one time of billy slipping up while you’re around. you make a dumb joke, not even one of your hilarious ones and billy scoffs quietly       but not the way he usually does when stu tells a joke that doesn’t land. it was soft and there was the hint of a smile as he turned away from watching you. a real smile, too.

now that stu is involved all bets are off. he loves to see bullshit play out!!! even more than that?? he wants to see his best friend HUMBLED by the human condition of pining and having to regularly interact with the Person You Are Pining For™. 

so he “casually” tells you he’s never seen billy really laugh ( a lie. he’s seen everything billy has to offer, for better or worse ).

now billy has the full force of your comedic talent focused on him at all times!! because that’s so sad!! not even his best friend has seen him laugh? the person who he spends every minute with?? this is an emergency!!!

( stu thinks it’s kind of cute how easily you believed him. he thinks it’s cuter that you’ve decided it’s your life’s mission just to make billy laugh. some days you look like you found a hundred dollars laying in the street just because you get a smile out of him. he’s been the only one caring for billy for so long it guts him to see someone else finally do the same thing. and lord knows billy doesn’t make it easy- )

everyone needs a laugh!!! you are the laugh doctor! please hold still for this exam billy you are obviously sick and in need of healing. 

suddenly billy has two shadows instead of one. one of his shadows follows him around like an overeager puppy ( and it’s overwhelming - after so long of watching you from afar - to suddenly have every ounce of your attention. it’s like walking through a blizzard for miles, never wanting anything more than to be back in your warm house. then you get there and open the door and you’re home but the warm air hits your face and it hurts. that’s what it’s like when you hang off his arm rambling like you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with him even on the most mundane days. ) and the other shadow is looking oddly smug recently. 

this all goes on for so long that you’re starting to get discouraged even as you also, incidentally, start bonding with him because of the sheer amount of time you spend following this man around for No Good Reason (according to him). 

the boiling point of it all? the anniversary of his mother leaving.

you know his mother is gone, of course. and you might even know the reason why (it’s a small town and people will always talk) but you didn’t know the date. you don’t have it etched into your memory the way it’s been burned into billy’s. 

stu has been walking on eggshells for weeks but you’ve ignored billy’s prickly mood, thinking he’s just getting into one of his funks.

in fact you doubled down on giving him attention. on teasing him. touching him. talking to him. staring at him. him. him. him. him. him - 

as if you don’t have anything better to do or anywhere else to be. 

the closer it gets to the day his mother up and left him without so much as a goodbye the more your constant presence starts to make him feel sick. you seem to be none the wiser as with each passing day the way his eyes settle on you gets more and more unhinged. 

( stu is nearby, painfully unable to help either one of you. a helpless onlooker that’s praying billy doesn’t go over the edge and kill you, or worse - push you away. )

and you’re doing it because you care so much it hurts but billy is insecure, at his very core, and he loves you and maybe he’s loved you for so long it’s pathetic. and some part of him can’t believe that you actually care about him. that this is anything more than a game to you when every little fucking thing you do means everything to him. 

it comes to a head when you invite yourself over the night of the anniversary. billy had seemed off the day before and you wanted to make sure he was okay or make him feel better if he wasn’t. 

( the funny thing about being so caught up in how you feel about someone is that it’s easy to miss the way they feel about you. because you love billy. you love him when he’s ranting about the complexities of the horror genre. you love him when he’s moody. you love him when he’s happy but thinks it’s not cool to show it. you love him when the sky is black as night or when it’s the brightest blue it can be. billy’s obsessed with the way you fill up a room just by being you but you can’t get over the way he invades every part of who you are. you can’t remember who you were before you first looked into those eyes of his, overflowing with intensity, and thought ‘ game on, tough guy ‘ )

he opens the door, already having half a mind to kill the person who has the nerve to bother him today of all fucking days - and there you are.

                                  and he snaps.

he snaps and he says every hurtful thing he can think of to say. because he wants to see how far you can take your stupid act. because he wants you to walk away so he can have a reason to kill you and get it over with. because he can’t love anyone again just so they can leave. 

when he runs out of words to say the rage subsides and he sees you. he sees you the way he’s never seen you before. on the verge of tears. and now he wonders if the one thing worse than you leaving him is you leaving him because he hurt you. 

but you push your way into his house, close the door and tell him that he’s a fucking asshole and that you’d beat the shit out of him if you didn’t love him so much. 

he finally laughs. it’s a shock to the system. it’s explosive and messy, the way billy is whenever he lets himself feel anything. you don’t have time to commit it to memory before it turns bitter and verges on hysterical. 

you’ll both always remember the way you rushed to wrap him into your arms and hold him close. the first moment when all the walls came crashing down. and even though you shouldn’t be, you were there waiting for him, ready to hold him together when he couldn’t do it for himself anymore. 

you talk all through the night and you don’t laugh but you smile at each other, and even though the smiles are a little sad they mean so much. maybe all this time you were hoping that if you could just make him happy enough then he’d always be yours in a way that no one else could ever have him. it was so fitting of him - with his contrary personality - to decide to share the ache inside of him instead. 

but you know this is so much more permanent and meaningful than his sweetest smile, or his brightest laugh. when he finally falls asleep in your arms, defenseless and vulnerable in so many ways, you feel like you could cry as the full weight of his trust sinks in. 

you can share happiness with anyone. but sadness?? the kind that’s seeped into every part of you? the kind that feels like a rot in your bones? that burns at the back of your throat? that’s special. 

and you do get to see him laugh the way you’ve always wanted to. 

you wake up late the next day and he’s, dare you say it, almost shy when he first looks up at you, already trying to move away from the warmth and comfort you’re so readily willing to give him. and it’s so endearing to see billy in the aftermath of all his anger. you did that for him - gave him a different kind of relief that no amount of blood shed could substitute. 

he tries to apologize, in his roundabout way, for either having human emotions in the first place or for burdening you with them. it’s hard to figure out since he’s so terrible at communication. 

you shut him up by kissing him and for once he doesn’t have anything to say. 

you kiss for a long time, the accumulation of months of wanting one another and ignoring it. and then you pull away to catch your breathe. as soon as you found it you tilt your forehead against his and look at him like he’s your whole world and it still makes him feel sick but now it’s in a good way. because now he can have you. 

he thinks you’re going to tell him you love him again and this time he’ll say it back because you need to know. need to know that you’re everything. that nothing matters but you. 

instead you say “it be like that sometimes” and the words hang in the air long enough that you start to regret them. until he starts to laugh. he wraps his arms around you and laughs so hard his shoulders shake. he presses his smile into your cheeks and says he can’t stand you. 

but it sounds so much like an i love you that you don’t even need to hear him say it. 

once he’s done laughing he says it anyway.