Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.

So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)

The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

Morning, pup. Picking you up.

You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie Mantle never waits.

After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch? Jesus Christ.

“Uh, mom. What’s this?”

“Your lunch.” she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social life. 

“I’m a senior.”

“I’m your mom. And you know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.” she said handing out the bag to you. “And i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.

“But mooom” You were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom a pleading look.

“(Y/N) you are not leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t work.


Another two successive honks.

“Fine! Fine!” you quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on the cheeks.

“Love ya! Tell Reggie I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss directed to her general direction.

“Hey Reg.” You greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do me a favor and eat this.”

“Oooh, is this your packed lunch, pup?”

“I will murder your sorry–”

“Okay, I get it.” Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving it one huge bite. “Good morning to me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank you mama (Y/L/N).”

“Just drive, you moron.” you chuckled.

Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment between you two.

“(Y/N/N), can you read that for me.”

“That’s probably from Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.


“I do not want to see another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that shit.”

Reggie barked out a laugh. “Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”

Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your stare but this was Reggie  were talking about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five so it was like an ant bite for him.

“I created a monster.” you sighed.

“Shut up you know you love me.”

“And so does Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one night stand. “Thanking you for a wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”

“Well, i’m not Mantle the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”

“You are nasty!” You punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your 6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on that bed, Reg, what the hell!”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N), You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but not before giving you a wink. “And, I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me now.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”

You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Fine,” Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle, solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”

(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.

You can love me now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your direction.

“Promise?” You meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.

“Fine-fine, I love you again.”

“Thank God, whatever will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”

“Crash and burn?” You offered.

“Probably.” You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.

“What should I reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“This is why I love you, pup.”

“Yo Reg!” Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.

“Sup man.” A couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.

“Hey bud.” you heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the hells of high school.

Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the help of Archie and Moose from time to time.

“You coming to the game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer. Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.

“Yup, Reggie got me tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough for one of their other teammates to hear.

“Oooh nice. Cheer for me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).

“Watch it, newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.

“Boys,” You warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making further damage.

“Was just try'na be friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.

“Well, start getting the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N) right?”

“Yeah, yeah got it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”

You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.

“See you later, pup.”

“Are you crazy?!” Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to their coach about the new play. “You must have a death wish, I swear—“

“What? It’s not like I asked her–”

“You do not talk to (Y/N), ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”

“What? Is she Mantle’s girl?”

“No, she’s more.” Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”

“Who’s Cheryl?”

As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever, barely giving other people a glance.

“That’s Cheryl Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”

“They’re sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an ‘are-you-fucking-kidding-me?‘ 

“Sorry, my bad. New kid.”

“Actually, nobody really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever since.”

Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N) in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and Moose on the way to the door.

“Mantle, where the hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near his annoyingly tall figure.

Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily high voice. “She’s not a toy Cheryl.”

“Of course not.” Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.

Reggie sighed. “She’s safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Listen here, dimwit –”

“She’s in her first subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing the door open. “And for your information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s time you start learning that.”

Mexican Gold

Today was your last day of being a weapons buyer. You had taught your apprentice all she needed to know, and she had done you proud. A quick learner that oozed confidence was what you needed to replace you. However, as it was your last day, it meant it was your first day of being an actual Blackwatch agent.

Luckily it had come in time quick enough for you and Jesse to go on that bloody mission together. From studying the brief, it wasn’t too complicated; you had to travel to Dorado to take out a couple of Los Muertos members as they had been stirring up quite a bit of trouble. You, of course, have never killed anyone before. You bought in weapons. Not used them. Reyes had comforted you, saying you were supporting Jesse more than anything. That made it slightly better, but you still needed to prepare yourself for the worst. You are a part of Blackwatch after all.

You and Jesse had decided to meet in the mess hall to go over any final details before taking the dropship tomorrow to a small village outsite of Dorado.
“But what if we set up a trap here?” You emphasised, pointing at the map.
“Darlin’. That’s dumb. A doorway?”
“Yes, a doorway. What’s wrong with that?”
Jesse chuckled and sighed at the same time.
Because that is where we’re set up. I understand that y'all don’t want anybody coming in to where we are, but how’re we supposed to get out?”
You re-looked at the map, your finger still hovering over the doorway. You slammed your hand down on the map in exasperation.
Okay then, where would you put the trap?”

McCree brought his eyes up to meet yours. “I know you’re new to this.” His eyebrows furrowing slightly.
You raise an eyebrow, lips pursed.
“I know. I’m trying to understand all the strategies and tactics and-”
“It’s okay, doll. Really.”
He placed his hand calmly on top of yours. You felt comforted, as his hand engulfed yours. Your shoulders relaxed; you hadn’t realised how tense they were.
“So.. where would you put them then?”
Jesse grinned, gently brushing your hand towards you so it fell onto your lap. He pointed at the back entrace of the building your gear was to be stationed in. You cocked your head.
“Darlin’, think ‘bout it. If they find where we’re set up, they ain’t gonna be chargin’ through the front door, are they?”
You huffed. Annoyed that he was right.
“You’ll learn soon ‘nough.” A half smile forming on his face.
“Jesse..” You warned. He had gotten the hint plenty of times that you despised being patronised. He exaggerated rolling his eyes at you, still smiling. You tapped his hand lightly with yours, a slight frown forming on your brows.
“Okay, c'mon. Got'cha weapons set up?”
“Yes, sir.” You replied. You saw Jesse recoil slightly, cheeks tinged with pink. Amusement lit up your face. “Well I never though you would be into that.” You smirked.
Now it was his turn to frown. “Not now, (Y/N). We’re try'na work on a mission.”
“Not even trying to deny it?”
Jesse looked up at you, both hands flat on the table, you now having his undivided attention. “I can show you.” He growled.
“No, Jesse. We’re trying to work on a mission.” You stifled a chuckle. Your smile, however, faltered when you saw how dark his eyes had become. He was half standing, your positions making it so he cast a shadow from the fluorescent light in the room, towering over you.
“Now lil’ missy, are ya gonna listen or sit there gigglin’ like a schoolgirl?”
Your eyes widened. The palms in your lap became clammy as the laughter was wiped off of your face.
“I’m try'na help you. This is officially your first day in Blackwatch and you’re already attempting to take the piss outta ya superior?”
Your eyes became downcast, mouth downturned.
“Sorry, Jesse. I didn’t mean to-”
“Darlin’, look at me.”
You cautiously brought your eyes up to meet his. Your lips snarled and eyebrows creased when you were faced with a shit-eating grin.
Fuck you.”
Suddenly standing up, you pushed the bench out from underneath you. It screeched, even making Jesse flinch.
“I have had enough of your shit.” Your index finger pointed right his nose, him flicking between looking at you and going cross eyed to look at your finger. “The only reason I’m supporting you is because the head of Blackwatch asked me to.”
“Darlin’, I’m sorry-”
“Don’t you ’darling’ me.”
You snatched your hand back, face the epitome of thunder.
“I’ll see you at dawn.”
You stalked out.


Your duffel bag had been packed with the necessities for at least three days now. You were jittery from excitement, or was it nerves? You weren’t entirely sure. It was too early for your brain to be functioning properly; you needed a coffee and you needed it now. You still had to wait for McCree to turn up at the meeting point though before slipping off.

Yesterday’s meeting left a bitter taste in your mouth. It was all that kept running over in your mind.

Was I too harsh?

No. Maybe?

Should I apologise?

Absolutely. No, wait-

He should apologise to me!

He should, but come on, will he?

“Mornin’.” A heavy thud snapped you from your internal battle. McCree’s head was tilted to one side, eyes searching your face, hand loose by his side from where he had been holding his bag.
“G'morning,” you yawned. “Look, about yesterday-”
“I should'n'ta done what I did.”
“Tease me? Prank me?”
“I thought Reyes said you could handle me?”
“Don’t answer a question with a question.”
“Don’t avoid my question’ by try'na correct my grammar.”
You threw your hands up in mock surrender.
“I can’t be doing this now.”
You hastily bent down and grasped the handles of your bag, walking down the hangar hallway.

The dropship had been prepared for your four hour flight. Everything from nourishment to take with you on the mission to cards as entertainment. Your shoes clicked on the steel ramp to the entrance of ship.
“(L/N), (Y/N).”
“Welcome, Agent (Y/N).”
“Thanks, Athena.”
Your heart fluttered at the sound of hearing 'agent’ before your name. Athena had perked you up a bit.
“McCree, Jesse.”
“Welcome, Agent McCree.”

You scanned around the interior, finding a place to store your luggage. Jesse had the same idea, coming up behind you and waiting for you to be done. His hand brushed on top of yours to stop you from closing the locker so he could place his on the bottom shelf. You tutted, and made way for one of the seats around the edge.
“Agents, please secure your seatbelts. We will be lifting off in approximately two minutes.”

You pulled a belt from above your left shoulder to lock in between your legs, the same for above your right shoulder. You then pulled down the over the shoulder restraints and clipped them in, something you would describe similar to what they used to have on rollercoasters. Jesse had of course decided to choose the seat to the left of yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him mimicking your actions.

Stop it. He’s only following the procedure to securing himself in. He isn’t copying you to annoy you.

You rested your head against the padded headreast, closing your eyes.

“Take off initiated.”

Your hands gripped the handles on the restraints. The jets started up, the ship lifting. It was such a unique feeling when your stomach dropped. You hated it.

Something warm covered your hand, the feeling making you open your eyes to look. Jesse’s hand was placed on top of yours. He could clearly see you were not used to flying in the drop ship. A small smile graced your lips. You shut your eyes again and succumbed to blissful sleep, the coffee you wanted and your spite with Jesse forgotten.


Coffee. The sweet smell of coffee. You opened one eye hesitantly. You saw Jesse by the makeshift kitchen station brewing a pot. A crick in your neck was sorted by cracking it; you must have slept at an awkward angle. Unclipping your harnesses, you stretched your legs.
“Mornin’ again, sunshine.”
“What time is it?”
It’s high-”
Before he could finish, you had lobbed a pachimari that was by your foot, hitting him square in the face.
“Forget I asked.”
His mouth hung open slightly, shocked.
“What’s the matter? Pachimari got your tongue?” You giggled.
He tightened his lips, however, he gave himself away by the corners of his lips resisting to turn up.
“That was terrible. Have some coffee.”
You gladly accepted, grasping a mug and tilting the coffee pot to pour it.

“We clash, don’t we?”
Jesse looked up from blowing on his coffee to try and cool it.
“Wouldn’t change it for the world.”
You hummed in agreement. That was a shorter conversation regarding that subject than what you thought.
“How much longer?” You pondered, taking a sip.
“Around an hour. We’ll have to make a bit of a trek before we reach the village.”
“That’s fine.”


The last hour passed quickly, you and Jesse making small talk. You learnt a bit about him, nothing that everyone didn’t already know. He seemed hesitant to talk about Deadlock, or anything before he joined Overwatch. It was a change to hear it from him, rather than rumours around the base.

“Agents, please prepare for landing.” Athena’s voice echoed.

You and McCree strapped yourselves in, bracing to land. Looking out the window, you could see the crests of the waves of the ocean, with a brown, grassy edging. Clinging onto the handles, the ship landed without any problems. You couldn’t, however, see any villages nearby.

“So how long is this 'trek’?”
“Did you happen t'even so much as glance at the brief?”
Jesse looked at you.
“It’s about four clicks out.”
“I have no idea what you just said.”
“Clicks. Kilometers.”
“Oh,” you paused, “Yeah, I still don’t really know how long that would take?”
“Around forty to fifty minutes.”

You unbuckled your harnesses and made your way over to pick up your bags. Hopefully the walk shouldn’t take too long.


After countless times of you blaming Jesse for being lost and him arguing back, you finally made it to the safehouse in the village nearby Dorado. It was perfect for setting up an inconspicuous base. Jesse had gone to set up the traps at the back door; you just had to remember to never go out that way. There was a spare room on the top floor where you would unload your equipment: laptop, hardcopy files, weapons. You had all day to scope out who you were looking for, and decided it would be best to attack under the cover of darkness.

A rental car had been prepared for you and Jesse, posing as a tourist couple here for the Festival de la Luz. Jesse thought it would be better for him to drive. You agreed as you weren’t sure if he knew if you didn’t actually know how to drive. You should probably tell him at some point.

“It’s so pretty!”
“Yeah, doll. It is.” Jesse spoke fondly.
The town was covered in lights, piñatas and streamers. You’d never been to a festival before and the sights amazed you. Jesse managed to sneak into a parking space near the centre of the town, allowing you a quick getaway should you need it. The odd thing was that there weren’t many people around. You brushed it off; it was the middle of the day and was probably too hot to be out in the glaring sun.

A loud bang brought you out of your daydream. You and Jesse exchanged looks and were on high alert. You sighed in relief as you saw it was just a market stand that had fallen over, a couple of apples rolling down the cobbled street. Jesse grabbed your arm and pulled you to the ground. What you hadn’t noticed was the terrifying group of men harrassing the stall owner, waving rifles around.

Ah. That’s why there’s no people.

They were shouting at the owner in something what you assumed to be Spanish, appearing to be threatening him.

“Crawl.” Jesse whispered.
You were happy to oblige. Everyone else around had scarpered or were hiding. You had some stalls covering your position, but wood wouldn’t stop bullets. Your bare knees bumped against the cobbled lane. A pair of well polished black boots appeared in front of you, and you squeaked from surprise.

“Turistas!” The voice above you exclaimed. You made the mistake of looking up, greeted with a horrifying sight. The man’s face was covered with brightly coloured tattoos.
To be fair, he fit in with the current decor of bright colours but it still shocked you. It must have shown on your face, as the stranger released a dark chuckle.
Hermoso turista.” The man scoffed.
You sat back on your feet, still looking up at the man in shock. A strong grip on your arm made you stand to your feet, and a voice in your ear commanding you run. Your legs were wobbly, having come face to face with someone no doubt part of the gang you were sent to eradicate.

Gunshots were fired. Whether it was from Jesse or the gang, you don’t know. Twisted lanes and stairs to nowhere. The pretty town had suddenly become a nightmare to navigate. You tried to think where the car was but you were in too deep to try and remember.

“Keep running!” A southern voice shouted from behind you. You had no plans of stopping.

Unless of course you ran straight into the same stranger that scared you before. You think you had accidentally ran full circle, but you had no way of knowing as you were seeing stars from running into what seemed like a brick wall. You were spun around and your hands came up to your face defensively. A harsh grip came around your arms and torso and a hand covered your mouth.
“Shh, cariño.” A voice whispered darkly into your ear.
You were panicking. The shorts and tank top you were wearing to deflect the heat now provided absolutely no protection. You tried struggling, small whimpers escaping from you.

“Darlin’, don’t.” Jesse panted. He had one hand resting on his knee and the other hand pointed his gun at the man behind you.

Your widened eyes desperately looked at McCree, frowning as a thought flew through your head. You managed to bash your head backwards, catching the chin of the man holding you. He faltered, giving you enough time to smash your elbow into his ribs hard. He retreated his arms, trying not to double over from the sudden lack of breath. You managed to take one step before you were grabbed again and flung to the side. A sickening thud filled your ears. Your head hurt. You had connected with an actual brick wall. Your knees gave up, collapsing to the ground and your hands came up gingerly to your temple. Your eyelids managed to pry open, staring at your shaking hand that now had blood running down it.

There was a thump next to you, and McCree was on his side trying to push himself up.
“J.. Jesse..” You tried reaching towards him.

The tattooed man stepped in between you two and gave Jesse a hard kick to the ribs, even you shied back. The man now turned towards you, bending down and snatching your outstretched wrist. Pulling you up, a large hand fit snug around your throat.


You tried kicking, but his body was just out of reach. Your breath became shallow. Your sight became blurred. You looked at McCree who was struggling to recoup, and his eyes met yours. A tear escaped the corner of your left eye. You had faced death before.

You were suddenly back on the ground. Jesse had managed to sweep kick the gang member, making both of you fall over. Voices and Spanish words flew through the air.

“C'mon, sweetheart, stay with me.” A calloused hand briefly touched your cheek before disappearing. Your body was screaming for oxygen, your head pounding. You couldnt see properly, as it was blurry and you couldn’t focus.

It’s high noon.”

Six shots rang in your ears and then there was deathly silence.

You closed your eyes, and felt your body slump. Before your head hit the ground an arm caught you.

“It’s alright, darlin’. I got you.”

A warmth you didn’t expect and suddenly you were floating, welcoming the darkness.


((A/N: Sorry this took so long so write! Please excuse/let me know of any errors. The only proof reader I have is myself. Will try to update weekly. Continuation of Cowboys and Angels or can be read separately!))

Riverdale Victorious AU

It was clear to everyone that you and Veronica never got along because of her annoying (or so you thought) attitude, you two just seemed to raise the tension when you were with the gang together.

After a while the gang started to get frustrated with the both of you always bickering over anything from which color Archie’s hair really was to how Betty will probably chose the other if she had to pick and if Jughead will chose burgers over milkshakes or vice versa.

That was when your boyfriend Archie Andrews of a year decided that it was enough and set up a plan for the both of you to get along. 


hey babe meet me at pop’s at 7- archie    6:30

You were confused as to why he wanted to meet you at last minute because the Archie you knew was always on time if he knew he wanted to talk, he would ask way before half an hour. So getting ready in (Y/F/C) top, with black high waisted jeans and your classic (Y/F/C) and black converse, You got in your car and drove to Pop’s which was a five minute drive from where you lived.

When you walked in you could immediately see the raven black hair of Veronica Lodge sitting down with a milkshake in hand, and wore for once and outfit somewhat similar to yours. You went over to her, because truth be told you actually liked her but of course you weren’t gonna admitting that to her.

As soon as you reached her Archie came up to you and without giving you time to talk he drew all the attention to himself from both you and Veronica and said,”You two need to figure out your problems together and the gang and I are getting tired of it so you both are gonna stay here until you figure out both your problems even if the places closes down after,” V replied with,”so what if we both decide to lie and say we made up?” he rolled his hickory eyes and said,”I have eyes everywhere Veronica, plus i will be here away from your eyes,” you raised your eyebrows at the first part only to see Betty and Jughead on two different sides of the room with walkie talkies trying to be discreet but failing, making a sarcastic comment like you always do you said,”Yeah ‘cause by ‘eyes everywhere’ you have a non-discreet Betty and Jughead watching us like hawks,” He slowly nodded his head and pulled you aside with pleading eyes saying, “ (Y/N) please try and do this for me?” “Fine” you said and quickly pecked him on the lips making your way over to her you heard Archie say, “Have fun!”.

So if we both want to get out of here fast lets play a game it’s called compliment each other and make up so we can leave,” V said making you snort, you ordered (Y/F/F) drink for your self and continued complimenting each other, “Well i guess I like your hair,” you said and she continued and so it went on until it was cut short of a asian looking guy annoucing that the karaoke will be ready in 2 minutes, just as he said it two guys walked in whom you did recognize by the names of Reggie Mantle and Chuck Clayton, sat on the either side of you. “Uh Oh” Reggie started, “ Babe sandwich, woahh” they both continued, “So can i buy you a soda,” Reggie asked you but you replied with ‘no’. “So a little birdie told me that you two sing, we wanna hear a little songy song action,” Chuck said smirking, V turned to you and said, “They wanna hear a little songy song action,” she smirked and after 3 seconds you finally realized what was going on and said, “Okay we’ll give you a little songy song action,’’ and smiled. 

You two got up from your seats and went to the DJ and V said, “ Hey DJ-” but was cut off by you saying, “-Your breaks over” he looked me up and down and asked, “What do you guys wanna sing?” she looked down in the book and said, “T- 305,” with a smile and the DJ nodded his head.

The music began playing and you two grabbed your mics and you started,

Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like I can always see ‘em coming, from the left or from the right

You wink at Archie who you immediately saw while coming up stage. 

I don’t want to be a priss, I’m just try'na be polite
But it always seems to bite me in the…

Ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot
You think that we should hook up, but I think that we should not
You had me at “Hello”, then you opened up your mouth
And that is when it started going south

Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I’ll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my… Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
No you can’t buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la…
T-take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la…

I guess you still don’t get it, so let’s take it from the top
You asked me what my sign is, and I told you it was “Stop”
And if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped
You’d be here and I’d be on a yacht

Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I’ll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my… Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
No you can’t buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la…
T-take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la…

What about “No” don’t you get?
So go and tell your friends
I’m not really interested
It’s about time that you’re leavin’
I’m gonna count to three and
Open my eyes and
You’ll be gone

Get your hands off my…
Or I’ll punch you in the…
Stop your staring at my… Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint

I am not your missing link
Let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
Take a hint, take a hint

Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I’ll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my… Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la…
T-take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la…

The two of you hugged and you thought ‘maybe being friends with her wasn’t bad’ as you quickly ran to Archie and gave him a bruised kiss as an appreciation for his help but little did you know that she was thinking the same thing.

  • GUZMA: *Sitting down, hitting his chair with a fist* I'm disbanding team skull.
  • GRUNT: *Takes a step forward* But, Boss!
  • GUZMA: Don't call me boss, grunt!
  • GRUNT: Then, don't call me grunt, boss!
  • GUZMA: You called your boy boss, again! We've just disbanded, grunt!
  • GRUNT: Yo, you said, "grunt," To me, again, boss!
  • GUZMA: Grunt, are you try'na get a beat down by call'n me boss!?
  • GRUNT: I don't know boss, are you try'na mess with me by call'n me grunt!?
  • GUZMA: *Stands up from his chair* Rrgh!! Get lost!
  • GRUNT: A- alright, boss! *Runs out of the room*
  • GUZMA: I'm not your boss! *Goes up to the room's door and slams it*
A Wing and a Prayer - Chapter 1 (A Yondu fic)

A/N: I finally worked up the guts to post the first chapter of my first fic. People seemed to like the extracts from my Yondu/El writing so I’m hoping this does ok (please be kind! The internet really fucking scares me!) Yondu and El encounter each other for the first time and things don’t get off to the BEST start…

Yondu/El (Yondu/OC)

Warnings: Nudity, violence, blood


The crew cheered as the M-ships powered away from Terra and back to the Eclector, leaving that small, stupid band of high-and-mighty Terrans behind. “Protecting Earth from alien threat” Yondu’s blue arse! As far as he could see, they were doing a shit job of it so far. Hell, breaking into their headquarters hadn’t even been that hard, all things considered (well… that dumb bird-lizard abomination wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, but Kraglin would recover fairly swiftly, Yondu reasoned… and ok, that creature that looked like a sentient scrotum with teeth had caused a few issues but still…). Yondu sat in the pilot seat, one hand on the controls, the other playing with the piece of tech they’d swiped, grinning to himself, jagged, metallic teeth glinting in the Terran sun.

“We did good this time, Kraglin!” Yondu was congratulating himself (and the crew, indirectly). Kraglin grinned smugly from the co-pilot seat next to him, one arm tied to his chest with a makeshift sling he’d made from his belt, the other on his half of the controls. Yondu shifted himself down as they left Terra’s atmosphere behind, lifting one foot onto his knee as he studied the tech in detail. It wasn’t big, about as long as Yondu’s hand. But it was curved and seemed to be made of two identical components that clicked together like those funny little building blocks that were so popular with Terran children. The whole thing was uniform black and a couple of little blue lights on it blinked every now and then. But, other than that, it didn’t seem to do much. Someone MUST want it, though. They’d been offered 3.5million units for this seemingly insignificant thing.

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💕 mcgenji week 💕 day two –
↪ alternate universe: shapeshifters 🌟 dragon prince genji x werewolf outlaw mccree.

“is it true, then, that a silver bullet is the only thing that can kill you, without fail?”

“depends on who’s askin’, sugar.” the taller man pulls a box of matches from within the confines of his duster, lighting a cigar that smells nearly as cheap as he does. “what about you, huh? d'you sleep on a big ol’ pile of treasure in that impressive castle o’ yours, hoardin’ gold to your heart’s content, keepin’ it away from big, bad thieves like me?”

“i thought that would be obvious; i’m a dragon. of course i do. naked, too. obviously.”

“mhm. obviously. try'na pique my interest amid all this interrogatin’, aren’t ya’?”

genji smiles, clawed fingers gliding across the length of the stranger’s jaw. “maybe.”

just maybe. s'that right.

jesse could work with a maybe.


James removed his Stetson, limping up to a booth that already had one occupant. “‘scuse me, I ain’t try'na bother you, but I’m a fan.. Would ya mind, maybe..” He appeared a bit flustered a moment, removing a paper from his tight jeans pocket, and held it out to the wrestler. “Or I can jus’ get lost.. I know ya try'na eat,” the cowboy said, respectfully.


Fandom: Attack on Titan/ Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing: EreRi - Freeform

Rating: M

Word Count: 2844

“You’re so hopeless, Eren… what do you even like about him anyway? All he does is clean and put together outfits..”

Eren smiles as he listens to his best friend crack up at her own joke, she was so amusing.

“Yeah, yeah.. still like him though.”

“Ask him out then.”

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Karasuno and the weed brownie
  • Daichi: what's that thing you bought?
  • Noya: an old guy met me at the market and asked me if I could give my mom a gift, i thought he was pretty nice
  • Tanaka: what else did he say?
  • Noya: nothing besides that, oh, wait, he told me to be careful on the streets cuz they're dangerous
  • Tsukki: I think he mistook you for a child
  • Yamaguchi: *laughs* TSUKKI
  • Hinata: I don't think he mistook you Noya-san, he was just being nice
  • Noya: that's right Shouyou, Tsukishima doesn't know what he says
  • Tsukki: neither does you, since you barely finished middle school
  • Yamaguchi: *laughs* TSUKKI
  • Asahi: Nishinoya, please *trembling*
  • Yamaguchi: *stutters* TSUKKI
  • Sugawara: this cake smells weird, it seems to be rotten. never trust these weirdos that give you free food out on the streets
  • Daichi: yeah, you can end up eating rotten stuff
  • Tsukki: he's not your son, even if he's a kid
  • Asahi: Nishinoya, please *trembling*
  • Yamaguchi: *laughs* TSUKKI
  • Hinata: it tastes weird
  • Sugawara: DON'T EAT THAT
  • Daichi: SPIT IT OUT NOW
  • Tsukki: we already know who's gonna die first
  • Kageyama: what are you talking about? *eats the brownie*
  • Hinata: I'm not feeling well
  • Sugawara: DAICHI HE'S GONNA DIE, CALL 911
  • *daichi crying on the phone*
  • Tanaka: this tastes weird, but it's good
  • Noya: hey, what shouyou's doing?
  • *hinata pokes kageyama's balls*
  • Kageyama: DUMBASS HINATA
  • Kageyama: DUMBASS HINATA
  • Noya: are you listening?
  • Tanaka: I'm listening bro
  • Noya: *cries* bro
  • Daichi: Asahi get up, please, what happened?
  • Asahi: the voices are scaring me, the voices are telling me bad things, the voices are telling me to be more man
  • Sugawara: what he's talking about?
  • Daichi: Suga look *points to little bits of brownie* we lost another one
  • Sugawara: *cries*
  • Tsukki: idiots, c'mon Yama... *stares at Tanaka and Noya putting brownie on his mouth* what the...
  • Yamaguchi: *cries* TSUKKI
  • Hinata: *arguing with a post thinking it's ushijima*
  • Kageyama: I must spike, serve and receive. I must spike, serve and receive.
  • Tsukki: are you saying you need to be top and bottom?
  • Yamaguchi: *gets up in a wall and throws his hands up to the sky while looking at the moon* TSUKKI
  • Tsukki: I'm surrounded by idiots *stares at Tanaka taking his shirt off*
  • Sugawara: DAICHI RESIST
  • DAICHI: GOMEN SUGA I MUST DO THIS *bites the brownie and dies*
  • Asahi: I want my mom
  • Sugawara: I am your mom
  • Noya: *sitting in tanaka's back and waving his shirt* I'M TOLLER THAN U TUQUICIMA
  • Tsukki: Tsukishima, you mean
  • Yamaguchi: *falls off the wall* TSUKKI
  • Sugawara: *presses play on his cellphone and puts lana del rey* daichi whenever you are know that I'll take care of our sons *does the hunger games hand thing*
  • Asahi: I don't wanna be a man
  • Kageyama: GUA PA GYS WA
  • Hinata: AH GUA NY WA PA
  • Ennoshita: if I understand what they're saying does that mean I ate an brownie?
  • Tsukki: you ate three already
  • Hinata: Tsukishima cellphone for you *hands him the phone*
  • Tsukki: huh?
  • Akiteru: I'M KARASUNO'S ACE
Peachy Keen [Zouiall]

Summary: Niall’s never really thought about it, the splotch of ruddy red against his cheeks instead of the brown scruff of a beard, it doesn’t bother him! It’s a thing, Niall understands it’s a thing, and he accepts the thing. Zayn and Louis don’t

A.N.: Based on this post and the tags I put underneath it!

Niall’s never really thought about it, the splotch of ruddy red against his cheeks instead of the brown scruff of a beard, it doesn’t bother him! It’s a thing, Niall understands it’s a thing, and he accepts the thing. Zayn and Louis don’t

Between the paint of black hair sharpening Zayn’s jaw line and the fair dusting of brown outlining Louis’ mouth, Niall is extremely fair skinned and the dynamic duo love nothing more than to poke fun at that. Which, is awesome. Not. 

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Habits (Stay High)
Tove Lo

Tove Lo - Habits (Stay High)

I eat my dinner in my bathtub 
Then I go to sex clubs 
Watching freaky people getting it on
It doesn’t make me nervous
If anything I’m restless 
Yeah I’ve been around and I’ve seen it all 

I get home, I got the munchies
Binge on all my Twinkies
Throw up in the tub, then I go to sleep
And I drank up all my money 
Days been kind of lonely 

You’re gone and I got to stay high 
All the time to keep you off my mind
High all the time to keep you off my mind 
Spending my days locked in a haze 
Try'na forget you babe, I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life to forget I’m missing you 

Pick up daddies at the playground
How I spend my day time
Loosen up the frown, make them feel alive 
I make it fast and greasy
I know my way too easy

You’re gone and I got to stay high 
All the time to keep you off my mind
High all the time to keep you off my mind 
Spend my days locked in a haze, try'na forget you babe, I fall back down
Got to stay high all my life to forget I’m missing you

Staying in my play pretend
Where the fun ain’t got no end
Can’t go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain
Staying in my play pretend
Where the fun ain’t got no end
Can’t go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain

You’re gone and I got to stay high 
All the time to keep you off my mind 
High all the time to keep you off my mind 
Spend my days locked in a haze
Try'na forget you babe, I fall back down
Got to stay high all my life to forget I’m missing you