#reed.

[prettieplum]

"lay back down, i wanna watch you touch yourself."

[everseens]

muse - reed , martial arts instructor , he / him . plot - in source open to - f/nb

"classy," reed scoffed in a mutter in their direction while waiting for a drink at the bar. "why the hell would you bring him?"

[opossum-the-burr]

i-

fuck.

[prettieplum]

"i can't fuckin' stand seeing the two of you together."

[prettieplum]

“are you wearing my hoodie? my favorite one, just by the way," brown eyes take in the sight of them, mock annoyance in his tone. the smile on his face giving him away. "and my sweatpants too? can i have anything at all?"

[prettieplum]

"you've been super weird lately. what's the matter with you?"

[terr1fy]

DERAN POPE: SIGN SAYS ‘CLOSED’.

‘yeah, i saw it,’ the bell above the door echoed throughout an otherwise empty bar, but that, nor the sound of deran’s rough voice would halt reed in his stride. boots clicked against the floorboards as he approached the counter, looking too smug for his own good. when he finally stopped, his gaze swept over the bottles of booze before landing on deran, smirk growing slightly at the familiar gruffness of the other man’s voice. ‘last i checked, that sign doesn’t apply to me . . .’ a rare feat, reed’s smirk turned into a smile, slightly yellowed teeth flashing toward deran with a knowing sparkle in his eyes. ‘that changed since we last saw each other, or are you gonna shut up and pour me some bourbon?’ @traumedical.