#catcalling and whistling and stuff like that

[ronancexists]

Here's my submission for Day 2 of Ronancetober. Warning, there is the mention of blood and drinking blood and slight mention of men being assholes. If that's triggering, then I suggest you don't read this one. If it's not, I hope you enjoy!

Day 2: Monstrous

Nancy looked around nervously, tightening her grip on her purse so much that her knuckles started turning white. She licked her suddenly dry lips, picking up her pace as she was unable to shake the feeling of unease. She ignored the wolf whistles and catcalls thrown her way, simply wanting this nightmare of a day to be over.

To start the day off, she had forgotten to reset her alarm the night before, meaning she was running thirty minutes behind schedule this morning. She then had the humiliating experience of entering the classroom after the lecture had already begun, earning the disgruntled stares, giggles, and whispers of her fellow peers. Her teacher then decided that she was to present her project first since she had thought she was better than everyone else in the class because she showed up late.

She reluctantly did so, ignoring the patronizing looks shot her way as her teacher observed with no visible signs as to whether or not he was impressed by her project or not. She then had a test in her next class that she had no time to study for. Nancy had tried, but Mike and his rowdy friends had made it nearly impossible to concentrate on her notecards. She complained to her mother and father, but nothing came of it.

Ted didn't do anything about it, simply grunting in agreement that the group in their basement was being loud. Karen had tried to tell them to keep it down, but all that earned her was a shouting match with Mike which ended with both parties mad at the other, causing Karen to give up on scolding her son and Mike to become even louder just to annoy them. And it worked, for Nancy simply scowled at her parents and stormed up the steps, slamming her bedroom door shut and locking it so she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone else.

When it came to lunch, Nancy made a face of disgust when she realized she had forgotten to grab her already packed lunch from the fridge, meaning she would have to eat the rather unpleasant food provided by the high school cafeteria. She normally wasn't all that picky when it came to eating food, but the cafeteria food was on a different level. It looked and smelled like something a prison would serve. She ended up eating a small portion of the salad before ultimately giving up, tossing the entire tray into the garbage and heading to her next class fifteen minutes early.

Her day had only gotten progressively worse. Someone had spilled their water bottle when they were walking past her desk, ruining all the notes she had taken for her History class in the past two days. She had been bumped into in the hallway when she was switching her stuff out in her locker, causing everything to scatter all over the hallway floor. And to top it all off, she had forgotten the homework for her English class on her nightstand in her room, earning her an F on the assignment and bringing her total grade down to a C.

So yeah, Nancy wasn't in the best mood. And she certainly didn't want to deal with all these pigs that called themselves men. All she wanted to do was climb into bed and forget the horrible day she had been having.

Unfortunately, she had promised Jonathan she would come out to this bar that didn't give a shit about the fact that underage teens had fake ID’s and were getting blackout drunk. He had wanted to go to see his boyfriend, Steve, who had picked up a part-time job there over the summer after his parents decided he needed some “working class experience” before they decided to pay for him to go to college.

After being hit on the entire night by drunk, sleazy men, she had told Jonathan she was going to call it a night. He had wanted to give her a ride home to make sure she got home safe, but she insisted she would be fine walking home on her own. She had wished him and Steve a good night and told them she'd see them in school tomorrow before exiting the bar.

Suddenly, she was wishing she had taken Jonathan up on her offer. Not only did she feel uneasy with all the men ogling her and shouting sexual innuendos at her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being stalked. The thing was, she couldn't see anyone following her. She reached into her purse, clutching the pepper spray Steve had given her when she turned eighteen, stating he wanted her to have a way to protect herself, just in case.

She shivered as a breeze washed over her, clutching the pepper spray in her hand tightly as she traveled down a dim-lit alley. She had no other choice but to head this way because they had begun construction on the way she normally walked to get home, meaning the entire street was blocked off. Her eyes bounced back and forth, looking for any signs of anything unnatural.

She gasped when she was suddenly pressed against the brick wall, slender hands pinning her own against the wall, causing her to drop the spray.

“It'll be much less painful if you don't resist,” a husky voice rasped in her ear, causing goosebumps to appear along her entire body.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Nancy demanded, stifling a groan when kisses were pressed along her jawline and down her throat, hot puffs of breath hitting her neck right at her pulse point.

“Oh Nancy,” the woman purred, nuzzling her face in the crook of Nancy's neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize her scent. “I've been watching you for weeks. Waiting for you to be alone. Waiting so I could have you all to myself."

“What are you—”

Nancy was cut off abruptly as the woman bit down. She gasped at that, euphoria traveling throughout her entire body at the unusual sensation. She whimpered, tilting her head to the side, giving the vampire more room to work.

“That's my girl,” Robin whispered once she had pulled her mouth away, soothing Nancy by licking the open wound until there was nothing left but two little pinpricks.

“God Rob,” Nancy groaned, turning in the taller girl's arms and smashing their lips together.

Robin moaned in delight, eyes fluttering shut as her hands traveled down to Nancy’s waist, pulling the younger woman flush against herself. Tongue and teeth, in Robin's case fangs, crashing against one another in a rather heated exchange.

Nancy was the one to pull away, grinning up at her girlfriend as she reached up with her thumb to wipe away a smatter of blood at the corner of Robin's mouth. “That was quite the experience, love,” she said, tracing her now bloody thumb against Robin's lower lip.

Her eyes darkened in arousal as Robin took her thumb into her mouth, sucking it clean before lightly nipping at the finger in her mouth, showing off her gleaming white, razor sharp fangs.

“I was just doing what you wanted me to do,” Robin replied, grinning widely at Nancy's playful eye roll. She reached down to pick up the pepper spray Nancy had dropped in her surprise, tucking it back into her girlfriend's purse, zipping it shut afterwards.

“Whatever,” Nancy scoffed, squealing when Robin picked her up as if she was as light as a feather. Her legs automatically wound around the older woman’s waist, knowing that Robin would never drop her. As dangerous as the vampire was, she would never do anything to harm Nancy. Unless, of course, the blue-eyed woman asked for it, like she had tonight.

“Hey, I'm not the one who fantasized about being attacked by a monstrous being in the middle of the night in a darkened alley.”

“Maybe not, but you were certainly into it.”

“That's because I’m into you. I’d do anything for you. You’re my person, Nancy Wheeler.”

“I know,” Nancy whispered, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of Robin’s neck as she looked directly into her eyes. “You're my person too, Robin Buckley.”

Robin smiled at her, once again showing off her very pointy fangs. “Would you like me to take you home?”

Nancy smiled, leaning forward to press a long, loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. “I would love nothing more.”

“Hang on,” Robin instructed, shifting Nancy so the woman was clinging to her back rather than her front. “Ready?”

“When I'm with you? Always.”

“Then let’s go home.”

With that, Robin took off, nothing but a blur passing through the dark, tree-laden woods. Nancy laughed, loving the feeling rushing through her. She would never tire of this. The wind rushing through her hair, the wooden scent the trees gave off, the electricity sparking through her entire body as she was flush against Robin’s back. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being with her girlfriend. As a matter of fact, she doubted that anything ever would.

[gghostwriter]

Hey, how you doing? So I was wondering if you could write a one-shot where Y/N visits Spencer in prison and just like how when JJ visited him, Spencer doesn’t like the way the inmates are looking at Y/N, and when he gets back to his cell or when he is in the prison yard, he hears inmates talking about Y/N and gets protective. Saying stuff like “don’t talk about her like that, you don’t get to talk about her” or something similar.

I am unsure if there is a fanfic like this so just in case, I am asking ☺️

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Trope: Established Relationship; Protective!Spencer Word Count: 0.8k A/N: apologies that this took a while. I was feeling very hyper-critical and unsatisfied with anything I wrote so this collected dust in my drafts a bit—still do feel it if I’m being honest but I felt the motivation to revisit my rough draft and make some changes before posting. I hope you like it! Main masterlist

His. // Spencer Reid

Spencer hasn’t felt himself ever since his capture. If he was being honest, his descend to rock bottom started even before then but that wasn’t the point. No, the point was the accumulation of his lack of sleep in his single cell—only an hour at most, the constant alertness from keeping his identity as a fed hidden—his fashioned shiv always an inch away from reach, and the group shared meals—never knowing what other contaminants it has, all made him feel one step away from snapping. He was teetering on the edge of lashing out and like the unsubs that he used to profile in black and white typing, he only needed one stressor before all hell broke loose.

And that stressor was you. 

Visitation hours were always bittersweet. It soothed his soul to see your expressive eyes and beautiful face but dread always came after, knowing the minutes were counting down before you and him had to separate. He had always hated the idea of separation, hated not seeing you wholly and safe.

During the past cases, the bodies of each victim somehow always reminded him of you and here, locked in the confines with other criminals, made his hyper-vigilance of protecting you increase by a hundred. 

“Love, you don’t have to come visit me,” he suggested as the jeers from the other inmates about your looks echoed on the walls. Each whistle and vulgar mention of how your looks get their gears revving was a chip in his knightly armor and although he could see you trying to pay it no attention, it soothe no pain that he was the reason why you were exposed to all this sexualization.

“It’s fine, Spence. I can handle it as long as I get to see you,” you defended. “I miss you.” 

“I miss you too,” the corners of his mouth lifting to a small smile. Four simple words that didn’t fully express the ache echoing in his chest. He could read in several languages but none of them could fully explain the loss that reverberates in him when it’s time to part ways.

You picked on the loose threading of his cardigan adorning your body. “I’ve been visiting your mom. She asks about you a lot. How you’re doing, how you’re being treated and uh—” your lips quivered from emotion “—she misses you too.” 

“Thank you for seeing her. Can you tell her I’m doing fine? I don’t want her to worry too much about me,” he uttered a lie. He wasn’t doing great and you could see that but having been together for so long, you understood the reasoning behind the fib without needing any explanation.

I’d like to get a piece of that, huh. Another crude sentence about you reached his ears causing him to snap his neck to the side and clench his jaw. With all of his vast intellect, Spencer never did understand the psychology behind men catcalling as a form of flirtation and expecting the recipient to react positively. But then again, men who perpetuate this behavior were more of animals in his eyes. Plebeian in thought and unappealing in form.

Maybe there was something in the stale air of prison that made him his hackles rise or maybe it was just his biological imperative to protect what was his. Either reason, he felt himself snap the next day during yard hour when a duo of inmates sat beside him to slobber about your beauty and body.

“Hey Twig, was that your girl the other day? That pretty young thing?” The one with the neck tattoo taunted. “Tell me, does she taste as sweet as she looks?” 

His bald headed partner sneered. “Man, I don’t think he can get her off, probably doesn’t even know how she sounds like in bed. With how skinny he is, bet he’s also pencil—”

“Have some respect. You don’t get to talk about her like that.” Spencer snarled out. He felt like an animal about to escape from his cage—gone was the logical ex-FBI agent and all that remained was a convicted, highly intelligent felon no longer afraid of committing a crime. Additional blood coating his shackled hands was nothing if done in your name.

They both snickered. “And what you going to do about it, huh?” 

He ground his teeth, saying nothing. Spencer knew the statistics of him winning in a fight specially 2 vs 1 was slim to none so he catalogued their faces and numbers in his vast mind and bid his time like a snake lying in the wait for his prey to settle in faux comfort.

“Thought so. C’mon man,” the one with the neck tattoo patted his back and started to stand with his partner. “I’lll see your girl in my fantasies tonight, Twig.” 

But before they were out of earshot, he turned and called back a warning—his last mercy before the execution. “You’re going to regret it.” 

They both hooted in laughter, unaware that Spencer makes good on his promises—threats really, anything to protect his girl.

And when he poisoned a group of inmates who were smuggling drugs inside the jail, he made sure that all those men who jeered sexual innuendos at you, counting in the two who confronted him in the yard, were included. His methods cold, detached, and impersonal—something he learned from the killers he had spent half of his life profiling.

There were whispers, of course, who caused the contamination. He wasn’t deaf. He knew it was what labelled him as a danger and almost untouchable in prison. An emerging alpha in this testosterone filled animal kingdom. The same status that extend to you, his chosen queen.

And so during your next visit when no cat calls reached your ears, you innocently asked about it and he just shrugged like it was no big deal. He didn’t want to taint your mirage of him any more than his stint in prison had done. You were his to protect, his to care for, and his to love.

To put it simply, you were his.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[listofwhyyouloveher]

could you do the greasers with a busty s/o?

Summary: The Outsiders x Busty!Reader

Warnings:none

Author's Note: none

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony definitely does not care if his partner has been well endowed, he's more of a personality guy, as pretentious as that sounds

He's not going to treat you differently based on your cup size, he's still a good boyfriend all around

He's very caring and gentle, massaging your back whenever it pains you and stuff like that

He's also making sure that none of the gang catcall you/try and make a move on you.

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny is also like Pony in the sense that he doesn't care about body shape, as long as you're acceptable by Dallas, you're good.

Of course Johnny turns to Dallas about Every. Single. Thing, for advice, so he's always telling you some weird joke about your body and then immediately apologizes after

He's really trying to be nice and to be someone that you'd want but he just doesn't know how

SODAPOP CURTIS

Soda likes that you look like a model, he's always complimenting you constantly, telling your that you're gorgeous etc.

He's really laying it on thick because he realllly likes you, mostly your face and personality but he thinks the body is a plus

He really likes cuddling with you too, he finds it fun to lay on your chest and he says it's "like a pillow"

Like Pony, he'll also massage your back when it hurts, generally just wants you to be as comfortable as possible

STEVE RANDLE

Steve is almost as dirty minded as Dallas, especially when it comes to the girl he's currently dating (you)

He's obviously very obsessed with your body, complimenting you whenever he can and getting you form fitting clothes

Other than that he's really treating you no differently than he would any other girlfriends, with the utmost respect etc.

Steve really likes to show you off, make sure everyone knows you're gorgeous and your his

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two likes girls who are the epitome of feminine beauty, and you fit into that wonderfully, not just because of your body too

He likes when you wear babydoll dresses because it makes you look like an elegant princess

He's obviously getting you clothes that he thinks would look cute on you and even his mom got some for you

He also likes to sleep on your chest and he tells you that cuddling with you is one of the best things ever.

DARRY CURTIS

Darry also likes to give you back massages when your back hurts, it's a Curtis brother thing.

Generally, he doesn't care what you look like, as long as you're sweet and caring and you work well with Pony and Soda

He finds you very gorgeous but the only way you'd be able to tell is because there's always a little blush on his cheeks when he sees you

He works very hard to find clothes that both fit you and your style and to make you feel beautiful

DALLAS WINSTON

You and Dallas are such a crazy couple because the gang obviously thought Dally would try and go out with you but no one thought you'd say yes

It's a very rough beginning of the relationship, he's hyperfixated on your body and how having you compliments his reputation

People may call you crazy for sticking with him but if they saw how your relationship was now they might still call you crazy, but less so

He's less of a jerk about complimenting and flaunting you, instead he's whistling at you from across the street, yelling "hey babydoll, wanna come back to mine" and stuff like that, of course it's something you agreed upon.

ALSO!! he fight anyone who tries to make a move on you and catcalls you!!

[pumpkinsy0]

PLEASE CAN WE GET HCS FOR CURLY MAKING PONY BLUSH BY FLIRTING

no, no u cannot

•rip johnny cade u wouldve loved sarcastically going “rreeaaalllll smooth” after curly made pony go tongue tied and left💔💔but maybe its good ur not here ponys face would b like a tomato if anyone saw him and curly do that

•curly flirting before he and pony got close and after r two different things!!! before he would b more down to earth but after, hes more upbeat and in ur face. does pony miss how curly used to flirt??? ehhhh kinda, curlys just different and he cant hate on that, as long as curlys attention is on him its cool

•making pony blush truly isnt hard by any means but that doesnt mean hes innocent. he truly is not its just hes not used to any lick of romantic attention flooding his way. paired w how fast curly does it like hes shooting bullets??? yea thats what trips him up curly doesnt let him take a breather

•if pony is to b hit on by curly, he would rather it b during something related to his track stuff. his face is already red from the exercise so when curly does it, its harder to tell if his face is red from that or the flirting. also perfect bc when ponys wearing the track uniform thats one if the times curly hits on pony REALLY hard (the shorts😒)

•pony makes noises if curly gets him truly riled up, like a huff or hum or whatever u can think of, curlys not just flirting w pony for the blush, but for that too

•curly grabbing him by the hips and putting his head on his shoulder helloooooo, ponys used to physical affections but not this outwardly but hes not complaining, dare i say he loves curlys physical affection the most

•curly in general moves and looks very differently from most guys in the neighborhood in the sense that hes more smooth in a freaky way than anyone else in town (once again think of a cheshire cat when u think of curly) man idfk how to descibe it POINT IS that also plays into ponys attraction towards curly

•whispering in ponys ear (kind of) regardless of what curly says will get the hairs on the back of his neck to go up

•on the SUPER DUPER rare occasion curly joins the curtis gang in football he will always choose to b on the other team to tackle pony and b on top of the guy and not let up but also he can throw pony off guard by hitting on him before they do that lil football “team squats down before throwing the ball” thing

•i dont think ponys opposed to the idea of curly roughly hitting on him, would he PREFER it??? no def not, but he would get a lil flustered from curly being a small bully while hitting on him. curly being mad while flirting w him??? he can rock w it here n there, however he PRAYS nobody finds that out

•u know how when someone bullies u, u find out about insecurities u didnt even know u had??? curlys the exact opposite of that when flirting w pony

•would totally catcall pony from the end of the block and everyone WILL hear what he said. even does a wolfwhistle before doing it. as a result when a guy is trying to hit on a girl and does it, pony pauses too cause for a split second he thinks its for him. now to make it more personal curly adds that whistle the curtis and shepard gang does in the book to ask “whos there” right before doing the wolf whistle and yknow what??? makes pony feel special and it flatters him

[https-florals]

The reader gets rlly flustered easily and she's so shy, her boyfriend JJ thinks it's hilarious and is always teasing her especially in front of ppl. Most of the time she hits his arm and yells at him but he js never learns his lesson 😭 then like one day he stops doing it and the reader is all like '???' And he says he stopped bc she didn't like it but she secretly loves it so she's a little pouty until he starts it back up 😭

(IF THAT MAKES SENSE ‼️‼️)

this was honestly such a cutie ask and i hope i did it justice with this lil drabble!!! tease jj is my favorite. i've been in such a writing slump lately and this was a nice little prompt!!

one thing about jj maybank- he loves to embarrass his friends. it is quite literally his favorite pastime, and his favorite to annoy is you. when you first started dating, he reigned it in, but lately it’s an unstoppable force. his compliments are constant, his teasing persistent. jj is hooking his fingers in the waistband of your sweats, just a way to stay tethered you in all honesty, but he loves to feel your skin heat and the way you swat him away. 

when the boys and kie surf, you and sarah sunbathe. he is shouting from his board, essentially catcalling you with whoops and whistles. he can’t hear you, but he almost falls off his board watching you groan and cover your face. 

jj is also a downright devil when tipsy- which happens at each and every social event. He’s pulling you down on his lap, holding you still when you try to wriggle out of his arms. for someone who blushes when they get called pretty, you’re damn near having a heart attack when he whispers the lewdest things in your ear. His first response when you roll your eyes at him (desperately trying to maintain your cool) is to tell you how much he likes it when your eyes roll back when he’s fucking you.

“jj!!” you jump up, and scold him. the only thought in his head is that you are very pretty when you’re yelling at him.

he loves this little back and forth, and keeps at it, until a new year’s party where he introduces you to someone as his exquisite girlfriend- you’re trying to figure out when he has ever used that word when he plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth and you go chili-pepper hot. that’s innocent enough, so you just fiddle with your pendant necklace and laugh and let him hang onto you. later, kie is doing a diy photobooth where she has out a polaroid camera and groups of people are lining up for a photo op. jj immediately drags you over there, and you both are just giggling quietly as you watch friend groups be silly and couples kiss for the camera. 

when it’s finally your turn, jj immediately asks the important questions. “sweet or silly!”

“silly, obviously!” his hand instinctively goes to the small of your back, and you lean into his hold so it looks like you’re about to fall. you make a scared face and wrap your fist in jj’s shirt because, truth be told, you’re a little afraid he will actually drop you. he doesn’t though, and when kie counts down and the flash goes off, jj tilts his head down and licks a stripe up your exposed neck. 

you hear a few lewd whistles and catcalls, and you jump straight up and hit him on the arm. “j! what the hell!”

he is grinning like a devil, cheeks a little pink but undeterred anyways. “yeah, baby?”

kie is laughing too as the camera whirs, and she shakes it under a light and lets out another giggle as it develops. jj snatches it out of her hands, and holds it just out of your reach as you swat at his arms, pinch his sides, anything to get that somewhat incriminating photo. in your opinion, it should sit in a drawer. instead, jj is showing everyone around him, saying stuff like “aren’t we so hot?” and, “look at her face!!”

you’re so embarrassed that you could just die, but you take the route of huffing and skulking into the bathroom. you would love to lie and say you didn’t hide there for about two hours, but you’re honest. you hid for two hours.

when you and jj catch a ride home with pope, he’s oddly quiet. his hand stays at your knee, and he’s not touching you anywhere else. not making jokes to pope, and not pressing his lips up against your neck as he loves to do anytime you’re both in the backseat. you don’t really think anything of it, and let your head drop against his shoulder. when you get home, jj shoves the polaroid into a drawer and it isn’t spoken of again.

a few days pass, and you’re convinced something is deeply wrong with your boyfriend. he’s normal enough at home- stage-5 clinger, loud, and horny at all times. but in public, it’s like someone has replaced him with a robot. the most contact you have is his hand on your waist or his arm around your shoulders. there’s no compliments in front of your friends, no butt pinches, no silly whistles. he doesn’t even plead you to shotgun with him when you’re all smoking! you never take him up on the offer, but it’s the thought that counts. the change affects you more than you like to admit, being a little grumpier than average. when you’re in the chateau living room with everyone and jj tries to kiss your cheek, you’re huffing and pushing him away. every comment he makes to you that isn’t the highest praise has you annoyed and ignoring him.

later, when you two are alone with his face pressed to your chest and your fingers lazily twirling through his hair, he makes a joke about being surprised you’re tolerating him.

“don’t be rude,” you snap back, “i’m not the one being super weird lately.” you ask him what’s been going on. he’s dismissive, as he usually is when little problems arise. 

“nothin’, honey.”

“don’t lie to me, maybank.” you tug his head up so he’s looking at you, and his lips pressed into an annoyed line, put off by the fact that his face is no longer up against your boobs.

“explain,” he says, not in a rude way, just genuine and questioning.

you shrug. “you’ve just been weird around our friends lately. not as… like touchy,” you gesture and pat his shoulder.

“ohhh, that!”

so he knows what you’re talking about?

“i just noticed you got kinda like, uncomfortable when i did that kind of stuff. like my jokes, or whatever. i guessed i needed to stop embarrassing you,” he grins sheepishly.

“i’m just shy!” you say defensively with a little whine. “i can’t help it.”

he nods, hand rubbing up your torso to console you. “ it’s okay to be shy, baby. it’s not okay for me to be mean.” jj mimics your pouty lip.

you sigh and smile, running your fingers down his neck. “i like it when you’re mean.”

he immediately pushes himself up so he’s over you, and grin. “really?”

“i’m serious!” you counter, but you don’t stop the way his knee starts to slide between your legs. “i like your jokes, and i like you making fun of me.”

jj pauses. “you’re serious?”

“yeah! i’m sorry, i thought i hated when you’d do that kind of stuff, but you’ve been so boring without it.”

“me, boring? i’m not boring.” to prove his point, you guess, he starts peppering kisses all over your neck. 

“you were boring!” you laugh. “Like, it wasn’t you. i like when you’re a tease.”

“i miss being a tease,” he groans. “i miss you getting all flustered and i really miss coming and finding you when you hide in bathrooms.”

that part does confuse you. “huh?”

“cause,” he kisses you in between the phrases, “you’d be so angry and pretty, and then we’d get to makeout in the bathroom. that’s my favorite part.”

“that’s my favorite part too,” you laugh.

later, when you’ve melted into each other and you’re sitting in the pretty quiet, you both come up with a new year’s resolution: always do the embarrassing things, and worry about the embarrassment later. 

your fun little polaroid no longer sits in a drawer alone, but in fact on your bulletin board, with a bunch of other pictures just as flirty, just as teasing, and just as sweet.

as always, likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated!!

[softantlers]

smth campstrap with tai pls, ideally giving nat grief for smth thank u

This is ROUGH. Also I made it about Lottie making eyes at Nat as well, because yeah:

Lottie sits cross-legged in the dry grass, her shoulder knocking with Mari. She smiles at the feel of green under her palms, and she tugs a bit, not enough to rip, but enough to feel close to the earth. The crisp autumn air is soothing to her lungs, and she breathes in. The night is humming with something that almost feels kind.

At her side, Mari suddenly lurches forward to blow an appreciative wolf whistle, and Lottie blinks at her friend before looking up. Across the firepit, a woman with a guitar slung around her front has appeared. She rolls her shoulders as she settles into a foldout chair in front of the flames.

"You like what you see?" asks Mari, glancing back at Lottie and beaming at the no doubt stupid expression that has come to her face. Lottie swallows, eyes dropping to her hands before sneaking another look. The stranger is wearing a leather jacket, some worn but faithful jeans, and Docs that had seen better days. Her hair is dark, a tousled mop. She holds a guitar pick between her teeth as she sets to strumming. All at once, the firepit lights up with a brooding melody.

"Who is that?" Lottie finds herself asking. She's not sure why, but her throat feels a little dry. There's this tight sensation in her stomach. All around the bonfire, people are whooping and even catcalling.

"Lets fucking gooooo!" calls a person with red hair nestled by another woman, probably her lover given the way they hang off each other. The stranger chuckles as she continues to pluck the guitar strings.

To Lottie's side, Mari is explaining, "Her name is Natalie. Kind of the leader around here." There's a pause while Lottie keeps staring, and then Mari's face twists and she ducks her head to force eye contact. "Hey, don't get all gooey on me now. She's out of your league and twice your age, hotshot."

Lottie prickles. "Ten years maybe." But then, she's blushing. "Not that I'm interested."

"Try fifteen," snorts Mari, but Lottie isn't listening. She's focusing on Natalie's music. There's this percussive downstrumming that blends into something earthy and mellow. Lottie isn't sure what to make of the sound. She supposes the only word she has for it is wistful.

The playing goes on for a couple minutes, and Lottie continues to watch. When Natalie finishes her medley, kicking a Doc out as she swipes the pick from her mouth, Lottie feels a rush of heat on her face. She musses her own hair and glances into the trees beyond the bonfire. She feels odd, like she's been broken from a trance.

"Yeah, yeah, haunting stuff," says the redhead's lover from across the fire. She's wearing a tanktop that flaunts abject bralessness with a flannel tied around her waist. Her arms--pleasant, Lottie observes--are on display as she leans forward to take a little sip from a flask that causes her nose to wrinkle. Then, she casts jeering eyes on Natalie. "And next up's Wonderwall?"

Hands still on the guitar, Natalie snorts. "Yeah, go ahead and eat me, Tai."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Tai shoots back. Next to her, the redhead is giggling, covering her face with her hands. Lottie gets the impression she's pre-gamed and kind of loves it for her.

[thirdofdxcember]

my friends and i walked downtown after school since its the last day and we wanted to go get food and stuff and while we were walking into this one store there were two boys abt our age on a bench(so not old men dw still gross but yk) and one of them tried to do the catcall whistle thing BUT HE COULDN'T WHISTLE AND IT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY I JUST STARTED LAUGHING LIKE IT WAS A REALLY BAD CATCALL AND THEN A DIFFERENT TIME WE WERE WALKING PAST THEM I LAUGHED AND ONE OF MY FRIENDS SIDE EYED HIM HE LOOKED DOWN IN SHAME AND IT WAS THE BEST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE.

[weirdleeenough]

Drabble, Undercover

Gaz is undercover longcon. An op they've planned for a while, and that everyone and their Mama have high stakes in. After a month, he's got a hit on where important documents might be hidden, but the timing for his search is off. Way off. Now he's trapped in a storage room and ten seconds away from being caught. Not to worry, because the French government have a team that's been on the ground investigating something else for almost a year now. They send one of their operatives to save his ass. How do they save him? Well, turns out he's not a mole, but rather, a guy who's ready for a romp with a pretty lady in as quiet a place possible. Works, right? [Slightly Suggestive, 16+]

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick / You.

"Gaz, get out of there. Your cover's about to be blown!"

The second warning comes but there isn't anywhere for him to go. Between a rock and a hard place, he's somewhere he's not authorized to be and a minute away from being caught.

They've been suspecting a mole for a while now. All that's left is to catch him snooping the fuck around, ass out in wrong place at the wrong time. Just as he's about to rear himself up for a fight, a figure bolts into the room.

Short.

Short dress, short hair, red lipstick.

She's pretty too, he realizes when he gets a good look at her face. Pressed up against him, it's not hard to see.

She's so close, and soft, fumbling with his shirt and kissing up all over him, sudden in a way he's not able to grasp. Then she ruffles her hair and pulls up her dress and he's finally caught on, that there's an incriminating look to the way she's rubbing up against him.

"Huh?" Is all he can mumble before she's huffing in his face in a scolding tone, "Take that shit out of your ear." He's yanking it out in a fluster while she fusses some more and presses her lips on his neck, "Ok, go ahead," she says.

Not a man to turn down a million dollars, he does just that, grabbing her hips tight.

Sucking and biting her neck and chest.

His heart is racing and his palms are sweaty, but he likes the way her hair feels against his fingertips. It's long enough to graze the ass he's somehow kneading and groping.

And like clockwork, the door to the storage room is banged open.

Three guys burst in and glance them over, a curse or two on their lips before the tension sort of melts off their shoulders in a funny way.

"Cristopher?" one calls out to him using the fake name he'd offered them. As if he'd been trained in this scenario, he breaks their kiss, raises himself up off of the wall, zips his pants back up and tries to stuff his shirt back in. The whirlwind of a woman does the same, some proxy form of a blush spread across her face as she shimmies her hips and pulls up her panty.

Since when has that been down??

She darts out from his hold, out the door, covering her face in feigned embarrassment. "I-" he doesn't know what words to offer. But those guys fill the silence for him, whistling and catcalling as she leaves, turning to him and crowding him as if he's king of the rock.

He just blushes and laughs, her lipstick stains still all over the collar of his shirt.

[themrswallace]

With the soul-shaking need for more thirst trap images in my brain I'm currently dabbling with a relative storyline for Wallace, like in the comic when he finds his long lost twice removed cousin, instead of a scary dog hater with bad hair it's his sister and her in-laws he brings everyone to visit for the week at their farm in the middle of nowhere hours out of town. and you're given stories/photos of their parents and family history along with some soft feels and then hard labour as Wallace is pushed to work alongside his brother-in-law and his lot as DL and Fluffles watch from the giant haybales as Gromit quietly trails after his master to stop him hurting himself. These are hearty, salt-of-the-earth folk! they don't mess with all those gadgets and gizmos! Plus Wallace's sister knows of her brother's history with machinery so she has a strict "DON'T LET WALLACE TOUCH ANYTHING" rule in place while he's staying over, but it doesn't mean he can't be useful around the house/fields.

No shock DL has to lay low and just be one of the girls because his family aren't that open to new concepts (Its a small-minded town, I get it), but they don't mind since it means they don't have to join the guys on the farm or get dirty! Plus they get to sit back and admire the view. "Whooooo! How's it going, Hot stuff?!" 'Fluffles, DL, the other female canines and family members are all catcalling the guys as they break their backs in the veg plots and deal with the animals. You have Fluffles wolf-whistling Gromit because why wouldn't she?' "So, Lilly" (a common problem with my name, people often mishear it spoken as LILLY, no shock it happens here) "What made you want to move to West Wallaby Street? Uncle Wallace says he found you in the road" "Sally-Anne!" "No-no, it's okay. He did, I ran away from home after my parents died and somehow found my way there. Managed to walk right into the path of his and Gromit's van, literally" "Oh my goodness! You poor dear" "I'm fine, it led to Wallace taking me in, and now I'm here" "Well we're happy to have a new addition to the family" "Why don't you call him Daddy like Gromit does?" "I'm sorry hmm?" "He adopted you! So Wallace is your daddy! Like that's my daddy over there" "Sally, I think she's a bit old to call Wallace that" "...No I'm not...it's just weird, I never want to impose..." "Oh from the way he looks at you, I don't think he'd mind" "....Really...." I trailed off a bit but the idea just kept going and now I'm screaming between family feels, DL mocking Wallace relentlessly and thirst trap! DAMN IT!

[idiotwithanipad]

•Amy works at HMV. She may come from money but she mainly got a job to get out of the house

•Sophie works as a librarian?👀

•Hard to think of a job Humphrey would have - Noblemen would’ve had responsibilities based on their location way back when, but how that translates now…me no know. Town council stuff maybe??

•Amy secretly blames herself for Humphrey and Sophie’s rough patches. She wants to save enough cash to move out so they can be happy again

•Amy is bullied terribly. Being wealthy doesn’t save her. People either call her a weirdo for her choice of appearance/music, or call her a ‘privileged bitch’ (especially other girls). Most of the guys in school catcall/harrass Amy just for a laugh (any alt kid will know what I mean by that🙄)

•Amy has a problem with escapism, mainly through cigarettes, edibles and booze, but she doesn’t reveal the last one to Silver and Kitty - she doesn’t want to worry them.

•If she’s not at school or at work, she tries to stay out of the house as much as she can. Be that cruising through bars, hiding out at the local park - and hiding in the hedges when she sees her bullies coming, or simply walking the streets until past her curfew. Silver’s house is her go-to place if she’s in a real state, Mary is like an aunt to her.

•Her first accidental meeting with Robin comes to pass when she’s intoxicated one night. She stumbles past the park and a group of guys are following, calling out to her, laughing, whistling, asking for a handout claiming that ‘they know she has cash’. She ignores them but gets emotional. Robin, having been sitting outside his camper stargazing, notices. The guys had to deal with a riled up Robin for five minutes, giving Amy time to escape.

Imagining a Modern-Alive!AU where Robin is just this hippie who travels around in an old camper van, is just kind of this cool, wise dude who could probably run a cult if he wanted but actually chooses to help out in community centres and with disadvantaged kids etc - and is also a massive Free Loving dude who gets lucky pretty much every other night. He had a family when he was in his twenties but they died in a horrible tragedy.

Silver (who is Mary's biological daughter) has no dad around and befriends him one night when he finds her practicing her Esbat in the woods and they just sit together, smoking weed and sharing their love of nature and the moon. As Mary's husband died when she was young, he becomes something of a dad to her, as he's in his late forties now (closer to Larry's age). He makes sure she's sensible when smoking pot and gets her home safe. And he's friends with Mary, probably more than that sometimes, but never officially moves in.

And obviously Silver's bffs at school are Kitty and Amy.

[maginxlia]

Starring Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Toji and Sukuna Ryomen in When You get Disrespected ✰ The Headcanons

Rated R

Contains Foul Language, Violence and Suggestive themes

Trigger Warning ⚠️Catcalling and street harassment under the cut

Dictionary❤️‍🔥S/C is for Skin colour

No pronouns in this bih

Masterlist

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Gojo Satoru

✰ It’s not unusual for Your man and you to walk to the cafe near y’all place for sweets or a small meal

✰ Gojo likes to spend as much time he can with you when he’s has time off

✰ So practically he’s glued to your hip when’s not in charge of his students or helping his dear boy Megumi

✰ The Day was quite pleasant and windy

✰ Gojo had his hand gingerly holding yours and his soul was pleased

✰ Y’all was nearing the cafe when You heard the obnoxious noise of a poor attempt of wolf whistling From Drunken Bastard

✰ Drunken Bastard: Damn Baby! How you fit all that in them jeans!

✰ He act like Gojo wasn’t even there and Gojo was ready to make himself KNOWN

✰ Gojo: Sit your bitch ass down and stop talking like that to my baby.

✰ Drunken Bastard was appalled, Who the fuck do this white haired Boy think he is ruining his game?

✰ Gojo had you safely behind him in case this Drunk fucker wanted to be a bigger issue

✰ for some reason Drunken Bastard took offence to that and decided bitch slapping Gojo would be the cure to all his problems

✰ As soon as his hand pushed against the air, forming into a slap it was caught by Gojo who Then proceeded to beat the brakes and Drunkeness off The bastard

✰ Gojo composed himself, grabbed your hand and when y’all was away from the Bastard he checked in on you

✰ Gojo will be very attentive to you even more than usual if that’s possible

Nanami Kento

✰ Nanami finally got a day off after working overtime for two works

✰ Only perk of Overtime? That check gonna be fat (They Tax overtime harder than they do your regular hours so beware babes)

✰ He wants to treat you to a day of shopping because you deserve it

✰ Gucci, Coach and Vuitton about to be your new fashion

✰ Nanami also brought you rolled ice cream too

✰ Your day was amazing up until Disrespectful Scum walked past you in the parking lot and spanked your ass hard as he could

✰ Nanami heard the smack and saw your reaction

✰ He quickly turned around and approached Disrespectful Scum who was smirking hard

✰ Nanami: Oh so you think it’s funny to put your filthy hands on someone without their permission??

✰ Disrespectful Scum: Hell yeah I do, especially when they got a ass that begging to be slapped! Ya got a problem four eyes?? You need take it up with your Babe.

✰ Alright Nanami just had the permission to beat Disrespectful Scum ass if he was that kind of man

✰ See Nanami already knows it’s a very unfair fight, He could spin this dumb fool jaw before he knows it

✰ So Nanami let the environment Beat Disrespectful Scum ass for him

✰ You watch as Nanami step towards Disrespectful Scum who’s now backing up in fear not noticing his own skateboard behind his feet, He slips on the skateboard mid step and falls to the ground with a sickening thud

✰ Nanami then proceeded to call the ambulance for Disrespectful Scum because he’s still a merciful man even to those who don’t deserve it

✰ Nanami will 100% Spoil you more and shower you with love & affection

Geto Suguru

✰ It’s Friday and that means pay day for your mans

✰ Like Every Pay day he’s taking you out on the town

✰ Texts you to wear that little black ensemble he likes so much and be ready by 6:30 PM

✰ Geto pulls up at 6:25 PM In his Black mustang GT with the purple stripe just waiting for you to get in

✰ Once you’re in his car, he’s going to get y’all snacks and drinks for y’all late night Drive at the Gas station

✰ Geto always go in and it get the stuff you want

✰ So while he’s in the store you’re in his car just messing with his stereo

✰ making sure your phone connected and Getting the playlist you made for y’all time together

✰ When you was startled by someone knocking on the passenger window

✰ You saw a group of Gas station Dwelling Bums looking at you through the glass

✰ The Leader of the Bums: Gah damn baby you in this nice car all alone?? Come on and let daddy take it for a spin, I swear I won’t hurt ya

✰ But when the group saw you wasn’t going to let the window down and respond, They got rowdy

✰ Words like bitch and ugly was being Thown around repeatedly and they was scaring the hell outta of you

✰ But it all suddenly stop when the ringleader was tossed across the pavement by your man

✰ Geto was paying for y’all items when he heard the commotion and the rage he felt when he saw the scene was uncontrollable

✰ These fucking stench ridden Losers have the nerve to harass you??? Oh it’s on

✰ After Seeing their leader effortlessly tossed Harder than Mankind off the top of Hell in the cell, The Gas station dwellers was Skeptical to even try to beat Geto ass

✰ Geto could easily paint the parking lot red with their blood and you knew this

✰ Sorry’s soon fell outta of the same mouths that just called you a bitch mere seconds ago

✰ Geto still wasn’t satisfied with their apology but they scattered off before he could beat them senseless

✰ Another time and place he would’ve chased them down but he’s not going to leave you alone after what you just been through

✰ After disinfectanting himself, he gets in the car and make sure you’re okay

✰ He’s understands if you want to pick some food up and go home

✰ It’s all up to you and how you’re feeling Babe

Fushiguro Toji

✰ The Sun was Shining and The weather was quite warm

✰ Toji was pleased and in a great mood

✰ See He won a *Big* sum of money gambling

✰ So your man decided to take you out on the town to enjoy the weather and the day

✰ The way the sun danced on your S/C skin made Toji hungry for what the night might hold too

✰ Toji had a small smile on his face and had deemed this one of the greatest days to exist

✰ But shit always has to go sideways

✰ The moment occurred when Y’all was walking in the park

✰ You wanted some bubble tea and Toji was more than happy to get it for you

✰ Toji wasn’t that far from you and could still make sure you was safe

✰ You was looking at the scenery when your day was disturbed by Stank Breath McGee.

✰ Stank Breath McGee: Ayo Baby won’t you bounce that ass over here!

✰ As he reached out to smack your ass and his lips forming his next dumbass line, he was suddenly stopped

✰ Toji was holding Stank Breath by the fucking Neck

✰ Toji: Alright bitch. I think you made your move too soon.

✰ Stank Breath was begging for his life while you watch the spectacle

✰ Toji usually would end a fool’s existence for just having the fucking Audacity

✰ But He was feeling Generous Today!

✰ Before you knew it Toji had crushed Stank Breath Voice box and hand

✰ Toji: Now try to do that shit Again.

✰ Your man just crushed a man voice box with the same hands he choke you in bed with……. Put shit into perspective huh?????

Ryomen Sukuna

✰ Yuuji and Sukuna had came to a agreement that if Sukuna watched his mouth and attitude around people He can have full control of the “vessel” (as Sukuna calls it) to take you out on a date

✰ You had Sukuna uncut and untamed all to yourself because he behaved Well

✰ Dinner was great and the movie was WACK but hell you got your king beside you the whole damn time

✰ Shit was going good until Yuuji car decided to put y’all asses down in the middle of the road

✰ Sukuna was able to push the car EASILY to a empty shopping center parking lot but man was he Bitchin

✰ Sukuna: Lousy brat and his fucking unreliable rust eaten Hooptie

✰ He was pissed but didn’t want to ruin your night so rein in his anger

✰ Sukuna: Fuck it. We’ll just go to brat’s place since it’s closer.

✰ Y’all had to take the metro and imma be honest if you didn’t have Sukuna with you would be Scared baby Scared

✰ The Subway weirdos at 12:30 am?? They act like Freddy Kruger on speed

✰ Sukuna is holding you tight while you wait for the train to take it sweet time

✰ His guard is UP and the only moment he let you go is when y’all are entering the train

✰ Little did he know Nefarious Jackass was leaving the train as y’all was boarding in

✰ Now Nefarious Jackass was about to make a fatal mistake one which he will NEVER get the chance to live down

✰ Nefarious Jackass decided that Spanking your ass while commenting on the softness was a great idea, Boy did he fuck up

✰ Before Nefarious Jackass knew it Sukuna was Waving at him with his Own fucking Arm as the train door closed and sped away

✰ Nefarious Jackass: Man that was a soft ass…..wait that man waving have three ar- THATS MY FUCKING ARM

✰ As Nefarious Jackass passed out, you where surprised to notice that nobody was freaking out over what Sukuna did they was in a trance like state

✰ No cops where called, All the cameras in the area stopped working and No witnesses…. Is this a new ability of Sukuna ??? Who knows

✰ Also it’s a mystery of what Sukuna did with the arm of Nefarious Jackass

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[darbuckle21]

hello again! :)

My ghosty boys (and anyone else!) x reader who was wearing ripped fishnets, shorts, studded belt, eyeliner, baggy black shirt and they were walking with their boyfriend (or boyfriends ;) ) and they get CATCALLED (being whistled at) and the boys are very very jelly bc their partner is NOT to be sexualized by other stinky men <3

-Ziggy

Looking forward to more asks and ofc!:D

Slashers with a Alt S/O being catcalled 

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent loves your style, It’s what made you catch his eye. He’s never seen someone dress like you before, and he doesn’t care if Bo doesn’t like your style. At least that’s what Bo says but he secretly doesn’t mind. You walk into the basement and he notes your fishnets and shorts which I’m his opinion makes your butt look really good. He doesn’t think of it in a pervy way though, he thinks of it from a artistic perspective. You huff plopping down in a small chair next to him “ughhhh I hate men” you huff. He looks at yo has if to say me? “Oh no not you, just some guy Lester brought in wouldn’t stop staring and making comments about my butt in Bo’s garage” you explain. “What does he look like?” He scribbles down. You shrug “about your hight with short brown curly hair and greenish eyes why?” He shrugs before writing “just wondering”. You smile kissing his cheek “don’t worry he doesn’t even compare to you Vince” you smile wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He gladly reciprocates and makes a note in his head to make this man suffer.

Brahms

You are unpacking the groceries as Brahms watches from the walls. Malcom was helping you while blatantly looking at your butt. “I must say to you look lavishing in those fishnets” he smiles eyes never leaving you. You turn clearly uncomfortable “you can leave now, I got this handled” you don’t smile like usual clearly annoyed. Malcom notices and decides to listen. Brahms smiles from behind the mask knowing he’s not gonna return here after he’s done with him. No one stares at you like that, No one, but Brahms.

Poly! GhostFace

Your boyfriends smile as you make your way towards the group. “Hey hot stuff wanna do a spin for me” Stu smiles standing waving his arms around you while you give a slow spin to show off your outfit. You sit of Billy’s lap resting your head back against his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He asks kissing your shoulder while Stu nods in agreement puppy eyes on full display. “Just Steve Orth being a dick head again” Stu rests his head on your thighs “what’d he do this time?” He asks with furrowed brows mouth turning to a frown. “He whistled at me while openly making gestures towards me” Billy and Stu look at each other as if having a silent conversation in their heads. “Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” Billy questions hand resting on your studded belt. “Yeah, Casey Becker” weeks later you forgot about it till you saw them on the news. “Shit!” Billy and Stu pop their heads out from the Kitchen. “You okay?” Billy asks. “Look, Steve and Casey where brutally murdered last night!” You point at the TV. “I feel bad for the families” Billy said but it didn’t sound like he meant it. “Asshole deserved it” Stu shrugs.

[sl-newsie]

Cool Your Jets- Ch. 8: Goodbye (Riff x newcomer)

After Maria leaves I go to take a hot shower in an attempt to wash away the anxiety gushing through me. But it’s no use- all I can think about are the mere minutes ticking down to the rumble. Not only do I think about poor Maria and Tony’s hidden relationship, but also about the fact that the next time I see Riff might be in a morgue.

But why do you care? All he’s ever done for you is attract trouble.

Well… I can’t deny that he himself is attractive, but he did get me involved with the cops.

Exactly. All you wanted was to make a steady living in the city. Just forget about the Jets.

Yeah I probably should… But then I’d feel bad for abandoning those poor boys. Sure a few of them aren’t the nicest, but they’ve grown on me. Mouthpiece, Baby John… Not only that, but they’re Tony’s friends too.

When I’m done arguing with myself I finish cleaning up and sit down to look out the window. There’s a bright moon out, and I keep my ears alert for any police sirens.

“Oh,” I groan anxiously. I can’t just sit here while there’s a rumble! I gotta do something!

Quickly, I grab my jacket and hurry down the stairs. I notice Anita coming back with a bouquet of flowers.

“Buenas noches, Marilyn! I’m just about to get ready for my date with Bernardo!”

I try to give a convincing smile. “That sounds lovely, Anita! Please give him my regards.”

I turn to leave and hear Anita call from behind: “Be careful, mi querida! There’s trouble lurking everywhere in this city!”

“More than you know,” I mudda under my breath. I walk a short way to the edge of the Puerto Rican neighborhood, and it’s at that point I realize that I’ve got no clue where to look for the Jets.

“Marilyn? Is that you?” A voice asks from an alley.

Turning around I see Tony step into the light. “Tony, thank God! Where are the Jets? Where’s Riff? I gotta talk to them-!”

“Hey, hey,” Tony holds up his hands. “Don’t worry, I’m going to the rumble to try and talk it down. You don’t need to get involved with any more gang stuff.”

“But Tony-!”

“No,” Tony says firmly. “I ain’t lead’n a goil to a rumble. That’d be just plain terrible of a fella to do. So just go back to your apartment ad wait with Maria when she gets done with work, ok?”

Before I can argue anymore, Tony struts off down the street. I grunt and put my hands on my hips. Well this is one goil who’s gonna get involved no madda how indecent it is! And with that I stealthily follow Tony into the inky night of the West Side.

After about ten minutes-a following him, Tony leads me to a back alley hidden next to Doc’s. Any passerby wouldn’t see it ‘cause-a the boxes blocking it, but after Tony slips through I enter to find Riff and the odda Jets sit’n on some wire table and chairs and chat’n about the rumble. When Baby John notices me his eyes go wide, and he tugs on Mouthpiece’s sleeve to get him to see me.

Now Riff’s seen me too, and he gives me a crooked grin. “Lynnie? Whaddya do’n here? I appreciate the thought but it’s dangerous for a doll like yourself to be out this late.”

I briskly walk past the odda Jets, some of whom give me a few catcalls and whistles despite Riff’s warning glare.

“I need to talk to you Riff. Please.” I look noivously at the awaiting audience. “Alone.”

The odda Jets all laugh and joke around at my pathetic suggestion until Riff holds up a hand to silence them. He steps down, takes my hand, and leads me back into the street. When we’s alone Riff gently grips my shoulders and looks straight at me, all joking gone from his eyes.

“What is it, Lynnie?”

“Riff, please I am begging you- call off the rumble!” I plead as I shake my head. “To you it’s important territory, but believe me noth’n good can come outta this fight!”

Riff just gives me a questioning look. “You’ll never get it, Marilyn. All of us guys here only gots each odda, so we gotta stand up for what we got before we’re left with noth’n but the clothes on our backs. And you’s never been a Jet before, so don’t go tell’n us what to do if you ain’t involved.”

My jaw drops and I glare at his arrogant face. “Don’t you tell me I ain’t been involved with your little gang, Lorton!”

Riff scoffs. “Oh please, you’s such a good-two-shoes! What have you possibly done-?”

“I got arrested ‘cause-a you! Don’t you tell me that I ain’t involved, Lorton!”

Riff seems taken aback, but regains his posture. “Arrested, huh? Good ol’ Krupke had ya down at the station?”

“Yes,” I seethe. “And it was all because they wanted to ask if I knew anyth’n about the rumble. However, some-a your pals busted me out before they could ask anyth’n.”

Riff’s eyes flash. “Would you have said anyth’n?”

I frown and shake my head helplessly. “No. No I wouldn't've Riff. Because- because I just can’t stand to think-a you and all them young Jets locked up in a cage! And you know what… it’s that kind of thinking that has me torn between do’n what’s right, and do’n what’s wrong.” I push away from him and walk back towards my apartment. “I can’t change your mind, Riff. I know that. But I can’t watch you kill each odda and tear people who care ‘bout you from your life. I- I’m leave’n.”

Riff’s entire face changes to an expression of fear and bewilderment, then he tries to mask it again. “W- What? You’re leave’n?”

I nod. “I have enough saved to buy a train ticket to Chicago, and I’ll just work my way west from there. If this is what city life’s all about, then I don’t want any part of it!”

Riff’s jaw drops. “So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave the Jets?”

“The Jets got along just fine without me yesterday, they can carry on without me! Jesus, you’ve only known me for one day!” I yell as tears start to cloud my vision.

His face hardens. “Well- fine, then! Just when the Jets need ya the most- when I need you the most, you just walk out! Typical dame-”

“Excuse me?!” I put my hands on my hips. “This dame is try’n to keep the Jets ‘nd Sharks from kill’n themselves! But I guess I ain’t wanted here either!” I stomp my foot and march away, determined not to look back and let my feel’ns tear me apart.

It’s your fault, Riff. Not mine.

(Will You Remember Me from Nice Work If You Can Get It)

“When I go my way,

Along some highway,

Will you remember me?

When you are lonesome,

I'd like to own some

Place in your memory.

I know that you'll play a part

In my heart when I start;

That's something I can guarantee.

But when I stray off,

Somewhere away off --

Will you remember me?”

I hear Riff following me, but I ignore him, even when he sings back.

“Now that I am starting,

I cannot deny,

I'd prefer a 'see you later'

To a mere goodbye.

But before departing

Do I hope in vain?

Something makes me wonder whether

You'll forget me altogether

If we never meet again.

When you go your way

Out through my doorway

Will you remember me?”

I turn my head away as teas start to fall.

“When you're alone,

I'd like to own some

Place in your memory.”

By now we’ve reached my apartment, and I don’t even turn around to give Riff a proper goodbye as I go up the stairs.

“I know that you'll play a part

In my heart when I start;

That's something I can guarantee.

But when I stray off,

Somewhere away off --

Will you remember me?”

My heart gets the best of me and I turn back against my better judgment to see Riff stand’n at the bottom of the stairs. He blows me an air kiss, and I can’t quite tell but I can almost see unfallen tears in Riff’s eyes too.

“Will you remember me?” We both sing as he mournfully walks down the street, potentially towards his impending death.

I march straight to my apartment and slam the door shut, all but collapsing onto my bed and shrieking into the tattered blanket. Why? Why did I have to fall for the one person who’s too proud and stubborn to admit when he’s wrong?! A week ago I’dve barely batted an eyelash at any smug gang member. Jesus Riff, what have you done to me?

I hear a knock at the door.

Fuming, I stomp over and bark: “Riff, unless you’re here to tell me that you’re gonna call off the rumble then stay out!” I pound against the door.

Behind it I hear a faint noise. “Uh, it’s me. Mouthpiece.”

I give an annoyed groan and stiffly open the door to find the blonde Jet bouncing on his heels.

“May I come in?”

My eyes narrow. “For a brief visit. Then I’m outta here.”

Mouthpiece strolls in, hands behind his back. He notices my suitcase and nods. “So, you’s really leaving? After one day?”

I snort. “Why do you care?”

Mouthpiece shrugs. “‘S just… seems like you’s just run’n away from your problems.”

I give a dark chuckle and shake my head. “Mouth, my friend, if there’s one thing I’ve taken outta life is that I couldn’t care less what people think-a me. There ain’t one person who would notice if I died in the dirt tomorrow, so I just live everyday how I wanna.”

Mouthpiece just stares with his jaw down. “Marilyn, how could ya think that? Shouldn’t you care-?”

“Why? Why should I care?! Everyone that’s ever actually wanted me around because they liked me is dead! I can take a beating, but don’t waste my time! Don’t lie straight at my face and expect me to act like I don’t care! The only time somebody ever wants me around is ‘cause I’m smart and reliable! You’ve got the Jets, Mouthpiece. If you were 10 minutes late they'd be search’n for ya, but if I go miss’n people just shrug and walk away! You’ve got a family, a home! All I’ve got is a will to live, which can falter from time to time.”

“Marilyn, don’t say that! There’s so many people who care ‘bout you-!”

“No, no!” I hold up a hand. “Just shut up, Mouthpiece! Don’t you talk to me about luv! My parents are dead, and they’s the only people to ever luv me!” I start to tear up. “I- I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but when I see happy couples like Anita and Bernardo I just get so… sad! I don’t ask for much in life, but is it too much to ask for one friend who will listen? One person who will wanna see me ‘cause they like me, not ‘cause they expect me to show up?”

Mouthpiece goes to speak, but I cut him off again.

“Don’t. Don’t do it, Mouthpiece! Don’t lie to me and give me hope and tell me ‘it’ll get bedda!’ ‘Cause it never does! You’d think I’dve learned by now, but I still dare to hope! Well, hope is dead for me now! Every time my life starts to look up again, it gets fucked up! Every time someone seems like they care they just leave for no reason! They don’t say why, they just leave! They couldn’t even have the decency to give context as to why I wasn’t worth their time!” I wipe my eyes and then laugh. “And- and then I’ll hear ‘bout people complain’n that nobody ever talks to them, that people only stick around just to say they’re your friend. Well, guess what? That’s me! The very people who complain ‘bout that are the very same people who just walk away! They’re their own enemies, and they just leave people like me to die alone, who’re too nice to shout in their face! I know you Jets are just gonna give me a smile, say ‘hi,’ and then walk away just like everyone else.” I seethe as tears stain my face.

Mouthpiece seems to consider arguing, but gives a heavy sigh in defeat. “Ok, Marilyn. I’ll help ya pack your bags.” He rubs his neck nervously. “But I gotta say… I’m gonna miss ya.”

“Aw!” I grin and wrap Mouthpiece up in a tight hug. “I’ll miss all you guys! Just promise you’ll try to stay outta trouble?”

“No promises, sweetheart!” Mouth chuckles. “But seriously- I don’t say this much, but you’s really made a different ‘round here. Ever since you’s been here Riff’s been act’n all decent-like, want’n us to be gentlemen ‘nd all that.”

I give the gushing Jet a warm smile. “That’s real sweet, Mouthpiece. I just wish everyone else felt the same way. Just help me pack and get to the train station without me get’n into a sobbing meltdown and I’ll buy you a soda before I leave.”

Mouth sniffles and smiles back. “Don’t go talk’n all like that ‘cause I’ll break down too! Jesus, how Riff can stand to let a caring, pretty thing like you leave is beyond me. Now let’s get you packed.”

[soupbabe]

your lost boys/fat reader posts mean so much to me!! it is So hard to find fat reader-specific imagines or fics in any fandom but especially in this one Dx so tbh this is just a general request for more tlb-specific fat reader content (and if i rly want to specify i'd love to see marko-specific content bc he's my favorite :']) anyway thank u and have a good one <3

His Clothes (Marko x Fat! Reader)

Reader wants to wear Marko's clothes

Shsjshksns I'm so glad you like my stuff that much, I love making plus size reader content <3 and I'm so happy they mean a lot to you <33

Also?? Is the ending of these cheesy? Yeah kinda </3

You and Marko's size difference was apparent, you both knew that. It wasn't anything you ever worried about or second-guessed; Marko adored it as much as you. He would constantly remind you about it through his playful catcalls and lingering touches. It devolved into a minor aspect of your life and the relationship, until you saw Michael give Star his jacket.

It was a scene that became ingrained into your mind and sparked something you wanted to do with Marko: wear his clothes.

Every couple does it, one of the most prolific passive displays of affection. To have a piece of him to keep during the daytime, to show your friends and family the art of your lover was something you enjoyed daydreaming about in your free time.

Marko heard about your idea before and he was adamant about it, finding the thought of you in his clothes exciting. From the possessiveness of the gesture to how his jacket would shine brightly along with you. He knows he's smaller and it would never be a perfect fit, but even the thought of a crop top fitting snugly on you, bringing out your curves, made him feel giddy. He's gotten you to try his clothes on before and while he enjoyed it, proved by the wolf-whistle he let out when his eyes met the white crop top adorning your body, he also saw how uncomfortable with the shirt hugging your body

And so he rummaged through the rooms of the cave and piles of scrap fabric, an idea in hand.

~~

The loud rumbling of a motorcycle engine could be heard outside your window. Along with it came a lone holler of your boyfriend. It didn't take long for you to rush down to meet him and you were greeted with Marko giving a teasing smirk paired with a wave. He got off of his bike, hiding a brown paper bag behind him. "C'mon, you're not going to give me a proper hello?" You gave a light-hearted huff as you wrapped your arms around the vampire and he did the same, only sealing the interaction off with a kiss.

Marko lifted up and swung the bag side to side, the crinkling noise catching your attention. You smiled at him, "D'ya get me something?" His smirk never left his face, "No, just close your eyes, stuck your hands out, and let me do my magic. I'm keeping it a surprise." You did as he said and for a moment all you heard was the crinkling of the bag before a weight was placed in your hands. There was a variety of textiles; all from standard cotton, to leather, and even sequence could be felt.

"You can open your eyes now." Marko's voice could now be heard behind you. Your eyes glanced from him to the present in your hands. The brightly colored patches made you gasp:

It was Marko's jacket.

You didn't even notice he didn't have it on. "I didn't come all this way to see you just hold it, y'know. Try it on for me." His eyes lit up in amusement as your mouth hung open. It took a while for you to regain your composure and unfolded the jacket. The piece of clothing noticably became bigger, a new panel added with a multitude of patches decorated onto it. As you put on the jacket, a couple of laughs slipped out of you. It fits.

It fits and it fits comfortably.

Your voice came in a barely audible whisper, "Oh my god.." Arms wrapped around your soft waist, Marko's breath was felt behind the neck. "Thanks for giving me the idea of letting you steal my clothes." An arm trailed from your sides to the cuff of a sleeve. "Can't say I regret a thing, you look hot in my clothes." His sentiment made you laugh and turn around to give him the full view of his jacket.

Marko's eyes shamelessly scanned your body and he smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "No words can describe how much this means to me, Marko. I love you so much." He soon pulled you into a passionate kiss, only pulling away when you had to tap out for breath. "I love you too, Y/n."

Soon enough he got back on his bike and pat the space behind him. "Now c'mon, I want the boardwalk to see you tonight."

[multi-fandomfuckboy]

hiii i love ur stuff, i was wondering if you could do a peter parker x reader where the reader found out peter has abs and obsesses abt them just to make peter flustered and just says rlly inappropriate stuff and hes like bright red?

Blush

Peter Parker x Reader

AN: I hope this is what you were looking for!

Warnings: (one) swear, flustered Peter.

The first time you saw Peter’s abs, you thought you were hallucinating. He pulled off his shirt, after you had accidentally spilled a soda on him. Your laughter died as your eyes caught sight of his toned abdomen. You blinked a couple times and rubbed your eyes with your fingers before looking back to make sure that what you were seeing was real.

No matter how many times you blinked, the image of his muscular torso remained. There was no denying it. Peter was ripped. He had a full blown six-pack hidden under his baggy t-shirts. It completely distorted the image of Peter you had in your mind. He wasn’t ripped, he was your dorky best friend! He was into star wars and retro tech, not some hunk with rippling muscles.

Not really knowing how to react, you found yourself unconsciously reaching out and pressing your hand flat to his stomach. You could feel the muscles tense under your touch.

Peter froze. He held his soda soaked shirt in one hand and the other was held up in surprise. He didn’t know why, but a heat spread from where your hand was touching him up his neck and over his face. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, trying to figure out what to say, but nothing came to mind.

“What the fuck is this?!” You ask, astounded. Finally tearing your eyes away from his physique, you looked up at him.

“Uh… W-What?” he stammered, not able to concentrate with your hand still pressed firmly to his bare skin.

“I said, what are these?” you asked again, pressing your hand even harder to his stomach for emphasis. Peter looked down to where you hand touched him. The heat in his face only grew, turning the tips of his ears red. “Peter! When did you get abs?! Are you taking steroids?” you question him, poking a finger at each of his abs. Peter recoiled from the jabs of your fingers.

“Hey! Hey! Cut it out! That tickles!” he cried, pushing your fingers away laughing. “I don't know, I’ve had them for a while I guess. '' he answered vaguely, taking a step back to try and relieve the heat that completely consumed his face. Tossing his wet shirt into the laundry, he grabbed a new one and quickly threw it on.

“Okay, okay..” you say, raising your hands in surrender. “It’s just going to take some adjusting,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not used to my best friend looking like such a HUNK!” you moved quickly, poking a finger into his side. He jumped, the blush in his cheeks returning tenfold. You smiled at his reaction. You thought it was funny how red his face got when he received so much attention. You guessed it was because he wasn't used to it.

From that moment on it became your mission to make Peter blush like that every day. It wasn’t that hard. It also helped that you couldn't get the thought of his abs out of your head. Every time Peter would take off his shirt, or it would ride up, you would whistle or catcall him. His face would turn beet red and he would get all flustered. It quickly became your favorite thing to do when you were alone with him.

Finally things came to a head. You found Peter sitting in a classroom alone after the final bell had rung. It looked like he was working on some homework.

“Hey hot stuff! How’s my favorite pair of abs doing?” you joke, enjoying the way his blush crept into his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly

“(Y/N), I-I have a question.” He sputtered, avoiding your eyes. You took a seat next to him smiling as you pulled it closer to his side.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?” you ask. Peter seemed to grow even more red at how close you sat next to him.

“Why do you always make fun of me like that?” he asked, picking at the sleeve of his sweatshirt. His question shocked you.

“What do you mean?” you questioned in return, your eyes wide as you watched him hesitate and look down.

“Like how you call me ‘hot’ and ‘good looking’ and stuff…” he trailed off. Your heart broke a little seeing the crestfallen look on his face. You hadn’t realized that all this time he thought you were only teasing him. Your own blushed prickled up the back of your neck as your pulse quickened. Your throat felt dry all of a sudden, you swallowed thickly before speaking.

“I-uh-I mean it…” you admit, trying to calm your racing heart. Peter looked over to you, his eyes wide.

“What?” he asked. You paused a moment, taking a deep breath before reaching out and gently taking his hand.

“I… I meant all of those things I said.” You explain, trying to keep your hands from shaking. You could only imagine how red your face was, if the heat in your cheeks was anything to go by. “I think that you are really handsome and you are so nice and I just thought that you knew I meant everything and I-” Peter cut off your rambling by cupping your face in his hands and placing a firm kiss on your lips.

After a moment, you pulled away slightly, looking into his warm brown eyes. His face was still red but a wide smile spread across it now.

“So, you really think I’m hot?” he teased, lifting an eyebrow and smirking at you. You choked back a laugh, shoving his face away so you could hide yours in your hands. Peter only laughed, wrapping both of his arms around you and pulling you close.

Now that he knew the truth, it was his turn to make you blush.

[cookiesnt]

Mondo, Gundham, Fuyuhiko, Byakuya and Korekiyo seeing their little sister getting catcalled

tw / harassment, threats of violence

Here are some protective boys for you!

Mondo:

You were going for a walk with your brother.

It was a warm summer day, so you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

Now, Mondo may be a very protective brother, but he’s not the type of guy to tell you what you can and can’t wear.

“As long as nothing’s just hanging out, I don’t care whatcha wear.”

Besides, people usually don’t harass you, especially when he’s around.

Unfortunately, this plan isn’t always foolproof.

As you were walking to an ice cream shop, you noticed a couple guys your brother’s age hanging out in a car.

You ignored them at first, but then...

“Damn, babe! Wanna come over here and gimme some sugar?”

You tensed and looked up at Mondo.

He did not look happy.

But, he chose to be the bigger person and try to continue walking, this time with a firm grip on your hand.

“Aww, don’t be like that, babe! Leave that guy and come have fun with us!”

That was the last straw for Mondo. He let go of your hand and walked towards the car.

“You wanna say that sh*t to my face, you f*cking creeps?!”

The men froze, seemingly intimidated.

“Yeah, that’s what I f*cking thought. You so much as look in my baby sister’s direction again and I’ll ruin your goddamn lives, you hear me?!”

The men nodded, started their car, and drove off.

Mondo sighed and went back to you.

“You okay? I’m sorry you had to see that...”

“I...I’m okay. Just a little shaken up...”

He pulled you into a hug, which you reciprocated.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, kid. I promise.” He pulled away and wiped a stray tear from your cheeks. “Now, let’s go get that ice cream you like.”

Gundham:

You were making your way to an animal shelter with Gundham.

Apparently, they had just gotten in a very angry cat and needed his expertise.

You decided to tag along, since you had nothing better to do.

It was a beautiful day, so a lot of people were out.

That’s... not always a good thing.

You were about five minutes away from the shelter when you noticed a guy leaning on a building.

You walked passed him, focusing on getting to the shelter...

*whistle*

You turned around, surprised.

“Hey girl. Wanna leave that goth freak and come have some fun? I can show you a real good time.”

You whimpered and looked towards Gundham.

He took a deep breath before locking eyes with the man, clearly upset.

“How dare you say such things?!”

The man seemed surprised to be confronted and scolded, but Gundham wasn’t letting up.

“That is no way to speak to a lady, especially if that lady is my younger sibling!”

Gundham was getting very, very mad. It was rare to see him this upset.

It almost frightened you.

“Now, I suggest you be on your way, and never speak to anyone in that manner again. And if your dare threaten my dark princess, I will send you to hell myself!”

The man ran off in fear. Gundham turned to you with a worried expression.

“Are you alright,” he asked softly. You nodded.

“L-Let’s just get to the shelter...”

Concerned, he agreed, but he took your hand and held it with a tight grip in an attempt to comfort you.

It worked.

Fuyuhiko:

You were walking to a coffee shop to meet up with Fuyuhiko after school.

Peko had chosen to stay behind and study.

You didn’t get to hang out with Fuyuhiko much these days since he was in Hope’s Peak.

That’s why you were so eager to get to the shop. You missed your big brother.

As you skipped towards your destination, still in your school uniform, you heard someone calling something.

“Hey hot stuff!”

You didn’t see anyone else in the area. It was just you and some dude a bit older than your brother.

“A-Are you talking to me?” The guy nodded.

“Why not come over here for a little ride babe?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You usually had Fuyuhiko or someone to help you with this kinda thing.

You were about to answer, when out of literally nowhere...

“Hey bastard! Get the f*ck away from her!”

“Fuyuhiko?!”

He walked towards the scene and pulled you behind him.

“Seriously, chick? You’re gonna run off with boss baby over here?!”

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was seething with rage.

“Shut the f*ck up, scumbag! You’re lucky she’s too nice to let me tear out your eyeballs and shove ‘em down your throat!”

The man took a step back, dumbfounded.

“Now, I suggest you run off and never come anywhere near me or my little sister again, or everything I said will be more than just a threat! Now f*ck off!”

The man ran off in fear, leaving you with a very angry Fuyuhiko. He turned around, trying to calm himself.

“He didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

“No. You got here in time. Thank you.”

He sighed in relief.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and walked you to the coffee shop.

There was an obituary for the man in the paper 2 days later.

Byakuya:

You were at a meeting with your brother.

There were a couple big guys from other companies and you could tell a couple of them had been eyeing you up.

It wasn’t unusual, but it still sucked.

As close as you were with Byakuya, you never told him.

He’s not a bleeding heart.

While the meeting was on a break and Byakuya had left the room, you were filing some paperwork and trying to ignore the creeps in the room.

“Hey darlin’! Why not come over here, hmm?”

You sighed and tried to ignore their whispers and whistles.

“Aww, don’t be a bore, doll. Come on over and give us a little show!”

Now you were beyond uncomfortable. You’d even go as far as saying you felt unsafe.

“Repeat that.”

You turned to the door and noticed Byakuya with an angry expression.

“Oh! M-Mr. Togami! W-We were just-”

“Don’t talk. I’m sick of hearing you,” He said as he walked to your side.

“You will all be leaving now. This meeting is over.”

“B-But sir-”

“THIS MEETING IS OVER!” 

You had never heard Byakuya yell like that.

The men scrambled out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. Byakuya turned to you.

“How long?” You took a deep breath.

“Pretty much since I started working...”

He shook his head.

“If this ever happens again, notify me immediately.”

“I promise...”

Korekiyo:

You two were walking to the museum.

They had received some documents that they needed him to look at, and since you’re his ‘apprentice’, he brought you along with him.

He enjoyed spending time with you. He even called you his best friend.

For this reason, he was also very protective over you.

As you discussed potential findings, you briefly caught a glimpse of a man in an alleyway.

Slightly nervous, you stood closer to Kiyo.

He noticed and started walking faster.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

“Hey baby! Why not let go of that freak and come with me? I can show you a good- Urk!”

He couldn’t finish his sentence before Kiyo grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the wall of the alleyway.

Most of his face was concealed, but you could tell he was fuming.

His eyes said it all.

“I will stop you right their, sir.”

The man tried pulling your brother off his neck, failing.

“You will listen to me, and you will listen well. You will never, ever speak to anyone in that way ever again. Am I clear?”

The man nodded and tried to get away again.

“I have not finished. If you go anywhere even remotely near my sister ever again, I will tear out your nerves one by one.”

The man swallowed a lump in his throat, nodding again.

“Good.” Korekiyo let him go and watched with disgust and he scurried off like a mouse. Once he was sure the man was gone, he turned to you.

“Are you alright, my dear?” His eyes were filled with concern.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay...” He sighed and pulled you into a hug.

“I will always protect you, Y/n. That disgusting excuse of a human will never harm you again. I’ll make sure of it...”