#okay i didn’t actually scream but my brother was sitting next to me and i almost tore his arm off
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“ i have anger issues ”
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yourusername hughes-a-palooza ⁉️
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username58 WE NEED WEEKLY HUGHES A PALOOZA POSTS
→ yourusername idk about weekly bae..
→ username47 at least monthly please 😭😭 yourusername
colecaufield quinn?!?!?!
→ _quinnhughes oh god
→ yourusername LMFAOOO
→ trevorzegras more blackmail 😈
_quinnhughes mom didn’t let you and luke sit together on planes for a reason
→ yourusername i accidentally spill coffee on him once and then all of a sudden i’m banned from sitting next to him 😔
→ lhughes_06 it was not an accident.
→ yourusername YES IT WAS??
→ jackhughes rosie i watched you PICK THE CUP UP and pour it on his lap
→ yourusername I LIE ABOUT A TON OF SHIT BUT I NEVER DID THAT????
→ _quinnhughes wtf no she just separated you because you were annoying as hell
→ lhughes_06 oh
→ yourusername erm…
username32 STOP the toy story costumes are too adorable
username77 BABY QUINN
username91 omg i need to see all the baby photo albums right now
adamfantilli so when were you gonna tell me you’ve been cosplaying since you were 3
→ yourusername it’s called dressing up for halloween 😐😐
→ adamfantilli which is technically cosplaying
→ luca.fantilli bro why are you so obsessed with cosplaying
→ rutgermcgroarty do you have something you wanna tell us adam???
→ adamfantilli 🤐
→ g.brindley4 is that why i found a red and white wig in your closet the other day??
→ yourusername MY HERO COSPLAY?? 😭
→ markestapa todoroki cosplay is insane
vivianliu ADORABLE ADORABLEEE
→ yourusername 🫶
edwards.73 the costumes r cute
→ yourusername you seem super thrilled!!!!
→ edwards.73 cuz they’re cute but you’re cuter
→ yourusername oh 😨
→ markestapa this is quite public if i do say so myself
→ lhughes_06 🤢🤢
→ mackie.samo i actually threw up reading this
→ edwards.73 mackie you’re quite literally sick right now
username85 i want my kids to be like this
username13 jim n ellen got us with the good pics ‼️
_alexturcotte did you and jack always match costumes??
→ yourusername our mom switched it every year but jack was the best costume twin 😔😔
→ _quinnhughes okay our lorax and onceler costume was good though
→ yourusername …….no!
→ colecaufield who was the lorax???
→ yourusername take a wild guess 😑
→ _quinnhughes you lost rock paper scissors fair and square yourusername
username68 BABY HUGHES PICS ALERT 🚨🚨🚨
dylanduke25 i like how you and quinn NEVER have pics together
→ yourusername i have yet to find a picture of only us in an old photo
username49 WOODY AND JESSIE AHHH
rutgermcgroarty when will you post the pics of us 😔
→ yourusername rut sweetie they’re my BROTHERS i have to post them occasionally
→ yourusername and also i just posted us???
→ rutgermcgroarty you have an entire album of us.
→ yourusername i have one for vivi too and i barely post me and her 😰😰
→ rutgermcgroarty SIX. HUNDRED. PHOTOS.
→ mackie.samo 600????
→ rutgermcgroarty 694 to be exact 😒
→ markestapa SO BASICALLY 700?!?!?!?!
→ colecaufield what happened to the other boyfriend
→ dylanduke25 yk rosie if i didn’t know who your not-boyfriend is, i would think it was rut
→ rutgermcgroarty ..duker that’s not a good thing
→ dylanduke25 i know
username62 i will be dressing my children up in toy story costumes thank you.
markestapa i’ve never heard him scream in agony so loudly before
→ yourusername wait what??? what happened to him
→ markestapa you and your little “best friend”
→ yourusername WE’RE JUST BEST FRIENDS THO
→ rutgermcgroarty yeah that’s all there is
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yourusername went on a cooking rampage tn 🫢
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edwards.73 that food looks pretty good im not gonna lie
→ yourusername yeah this random guy made it for me
→ edwards.73 random???
→ yourusername mhm it was so weird.. he had the key to my apartment and everything
→ edwards.73 man i think that’s pretty unsafe rosie
→ yourusername it’s okay tho i thought he was cute so i let him stay ☺️
→ edwards.73 oh 😳
luca.fantilli LET HER COOK 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
→ yourusername aaaaaand you’re blocked
→ markestapa LET HER COOK 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
→ rutgermcgroarty LET HER COOK 😝😝😝😝😝😝
→ dylanduke25 LET HER COOK 😈😈😈😈😈😈
→ mackie.samo LET HER COOK 😼😼😼😼😼😼
→ yourusername you’re all HORRIBLE
→ luca.fantilli 😘
→ markestapa 😘😘
→ rutgermcgroarty 😘😘😘
→ dylanduke25 😘😘😘😘
→ mackie.samo 😘😘😘😘😘
trevorzegras goddamn big back lemme have some
→ yourusername ⁉️⁉️⁉️
→ jackhughes u just got clipped bro
→ _quinnhughes 📸
username75 is that… HIM??
username90 bae stop actin like you don’t know we know it’s ethan
username23 AWW cooking date so cute
_alexturcotte oh are those brownies for me 😁
→ yourusername you n trev r always trying to steal my food bro 😒😒
→ _alexturcotte what can i say ur a good cook
→ yourusername U CALLED MY PASTA SHIT
username6 stop the plating is so gourmet
colecaufield you and luke’s gf are like the same person
→ yourusername LUKE??? GF???? WHENNNNN?????? lhughes_06
→ lhughes_06 thanks a lot cole
→ yourusername EXPLAIN
→ jackhughes you know her veeeeeery well
→ yourusername VIVIAN?!?!?!
→ vivianliu oh god no 😭😭
username44 cole’s stirring up the family drama
username19 damnn those cookies r looking good girl
→ yourusername i tried to perfect my recipe 😈
rutgermcgroarty name drop the guy rn
→ yourusername dude ur acting like ur the one in the pics 🙄🙄
→ rutgermcgroarty who said i wasnt
→ yourusername i did.
→ lhughes_06 is this supposed to be a tactic to confuse everyone
→ rutgermcgroarty we’ll never know 🤫
mackie.samo when was the last time you willingly ate pizza
→ yourusername tonight 😐
→ mackie.samo because he made you do it……… right??
→ yourusername NO he just wanted to do it so i did
adamfantilli wtf rosie i just looked at the boys gc and hes literally obsessed with you
→ yourusername um 😃
→ adamfantilli NOT LIKE THAT
→ adamfantilli but he’s just being a big pussy rn
→ yourusername that’s what they’re all saying 🙄🙄
→ edwards.73 DUDE you gotta stop leaking the gc convos
→ luca.fantilli fr it’s unacceptable
→ yourusername stfu luca u sent me screenshots like two days ago
→ rutgermcgroarty TRAITOR luca.fantilli
→ yourusername and u just gave me ur phone to scroll through rutgermcgroarty
→ mackie.samo as the spokesperson i’d like to say we’re kicking u all out
→ adamfantilli NO PLEASE
→ rutgermcgroarty WE’LL DO ANYTHING
→ luca.fantilli WAIT PLEASE FORGIVE US
_quinnhughes so as your older brother it’s my job to steal your food
→ yourusername 🫤
→ _quinnhughes and we’re playing the wings tomorrow so i will be stopping by and stealing half the stuff in your fridge
→ yourusername thanks for the warning asshole
→ _quinnhughes any time u little shit
→ jackhughes hey that was my nickname for her 😞
→ lhughes_06 i thought i was the little shit????
→ vivianliu how did you guys manage to go from posting each other to arguing over who was the little shit 😭😭
username7 forearms 😵💫😵💫
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username30 get urself a man who will have cooking dates with u 🙌
lhughes_06 u make enough food to feed the entire family
→ yourusername mom taught me well 🤗
→ lhughes_06 but u literally never fed me when we lived together??
→ yourusername yes. i. did.
→ jackhughes lukey says u “NEVERRRR” fed him
→ yourusername HOW DO U THINK HE GOT SO FUCKING TALL
→ _quinnhughes mom and dads genes
→ yourusername bc i’ve been feeding him HALF of my food every time he walked into the damn room
→ yourusername SINCE WE WERE 14
→ jackhughes ur not wrong
→ yourusername no shit
username13 girlll im tryna cook like u
username9 cutiessss 💕
username27 babe ima need u to hard launch alreadyyy
vivianliu rosie.
→ yourusername vivi.
→ vivianliu i know you cook and bake when you’re stressed or anxious
→ yourusername whatttt no
→ vivianliu is it about him 🤨
→ yourusername no!
→ vivianliu mmmmmkay
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she’s a bit of a short one
BUT HERES TO THE STARS’ SATURDAY NIGHT WIN AND THE WIN FROM TN ‼️ the stress was fucking insane and my heart was BEATING but we did it 🙏
a celebratory chapter if you will
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#ethan edwards#ethan edwards fic#ethan edwards fanfic#ethan edwards x y/n#ethan edwards x reader#quinn hughes#jack hughes#trevor zegras#cole caufield#alex turcotte#luke hughes#mark estapa#dylan duke#mackie samoskevich#adam fantilli#luca fantilli#rutger mcgroarty
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“i was worried you wouldn’t love me the same.”
#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse spoilers#across the spider verse spoilers#SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW AND FOREVER#DO YALL KNOW HOW I SCREAMED??? DO YALL KNOW HOW I CRIED???????#okay i didn’t actually scream but my brother was sitting next to me and i almost tore his arm off#live tals reaction
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One Year Later
Summary: You decide to surprise your boyfriend for your first year anniversary, needless to say he enjoys your gift very much.
Tw: Public sex, MDNI. Read on Ao3
Credits for dividers go to @cafekitsune
It’s been a year since you’ve met your boyfriend for the first time, the stars must have aligned in your favor because you’re still wondering how the hell you managed to catch his attention.
Not once did you ever think he was paying attention to you, the girl sat in the back with her nose buried in whatever novel is trending. Hell, the only reason you even noticed him is because it was impossible not to, he looked straight out of a romance novel, broad in all the right places with a jawline set in stone. But he also looked like he could kill you if he stared long enough.
He’d show up each week to order coffee, along with two equally large men in tow. Your attention only piqued after you noticed they kept returning, and after a couple weeks you overheard them bickering, the one with the scorpion tattoo referring to them as brothers.
Honestly, even if you never had a chance to meet them before, they sure argued like it.
Just watching them was entertaining, even if you did feel a bit guilty about staring. You’d pretend like you weren’t of course—
“You know, if you want to say something you could just ask.”
—but you suppose you weren’t as subtle as you thought.
You nearly scream in shock, barely covering your voice as one of his brothers suddenly appears at your side.
“Oh! I’m sorry about that,” he apologizes, holding his hands up in surprise. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I apologize.”
Whether or not he meant it didn’t stop your sudden rise in heart rate. “Nearly gave me a heart attack…“
He smiles sheepishly. “I suppose I deserve that. But really I’m here on behalf of my brother.”
The young man, who introduced himself as Tomas, sat next to you gleefully and mentioned that his brother had his eyes on you for a while. Apparently he was simply too shy to talk to you, a statement you heavily doubted.
“Shy? Him?” You ask, eyeing the scowling man from across the room. “You sure we’re talking about the same person?”
“I’m certain of it. He might look intimidating but he’s honestly not as bad as people think.”
You raise your eyebrow.
“...Okay, maybe he can be a bit intense at times, but I’m serious! I’ve grown up with him my whole life, he doesn’t have many interests but I’m telling you now: He likes you. The only reason he comes here anyway is to see you—“
“Tomas.”
It feels like the temperature drops a couple degrees. You’re not sure when the larger man started listening in to your conversation, but Tomas is quick to leave, meaning you’re now face to face with this very tall stranger for the first time. You want to greet him, but the frown on his face deters you.
“Pay him no mind, my fool of a brother is far too talkative for his own good,” he says, glaring at the young man's fleeting form. “Do not listen to him.”
Deciding that you might as well take your chances, you blurt out: “Is it true?”
He looks at you once, twice, trying to decipher your words. After a moment of thought, he speaks.
“What if it was?”
Your heart flips. “Well, if it was, I would ask you to sit down? If you want to, that is.”
You nearly do a double take when he does. He introduces himself as Bi-Han, and once you pick your jaw from the floor you introduce yourself, trying to push your nerves to the side before you scare him away. Hell, you're still trying to register the fact that he’s actually here, talking to you.
If you paid attention, you’d see his brothers smiling from outside the store.
A conversation turned into two, then three. Neither of you notice his brothers leave the store, and the only indicator that time has passed is when the store manager kindly informs you that they’re going to close the shop soon. The sunlight slowly fades through the windows, and you both agree that you enjoyed each other’s company.
The next day you show up, and an hour later he did too, and so the cycle repeated until it was an unspoken rule that every week you’d show up and talk to your heart's content. Sometimes it would be about the most mundane things, other times you'd share bits and pieces about your lives. That’s how you learned about his lifestyle as a biker, how he inherited his fathers name and his gang, how he and his brothers are basically micro celebrities in the biker space, and out of pure curiosity you asked if he could take you riding one day.
Stoic as you’ve seen him, it’s the first time you actually see him smile, unburdened and unrestrained. “I can, should you wish for it.”
That same day was a first for the both of you; It was the first time Bi-Han let someone ride with him, the first time you’d ever gotten on a motorcycle, and the first time you found out what his lips felt like against your own.
It’s been a year since and you two are happier than ever, so you decided that in honor of your first year a celebration was in order, an idea that Bi-Han was more than welcome to entertain.
What you didn’t tell him was the pretty little number you’d bought just for your date. One reservation later (all of which was paid with his card, of course) and you’re ready to surprise your boyfriend.
His arrival is announced by the roar of his engine, the familiar view of his sleek bike slowing down at the curb and coming to a full stop. One leg over the other he gets off, pulling his helmet to reveal his face, a hum of approval as he strides towards you.
"I see you went shopping."
A warmth fills your chest at his approval, heartbeat picking up speed when he comes closer. Hungry eyes linger on your chest, the sweetheart neckline doing little to hide your cleavage before moving further down, from the curve of your body to where the dress stops just short of your mid-thigh. He plays with the bow at the front between two fingers, approving of what he sees with a tilt of his head.
“Do you like it?”
It’s a naive question in hindsight, but you ask anyway. He shakes his head, a smug little curve at the edge of his lips.
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to.”
You can't help the grin that spreads across your face.
"I should hope so,” you whisper. “I bought it for you."
"For me?" he replies, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'm flattered."
His voice drops an octave, a sound nearly as rumbling as the engine of his motorcycle. His eyes still haven't left the hem of your dress.
He sighs and finally looks back at your face. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this…distracted before.
“I suppose that I should repay your gift in kind.”
Bi-Han is not one for PDA, so it's a surprise when he pulls you in close. Even more shocking is when you can feel his desire against your thigh, and it only makes you excited for what lies in store. The anticipation sits heavy on your chest.
As he pulls you closer to the curb you think to yourself that this dress was more than worth the price.
"Bi-Han," You ask, stopping just short of the bike. "I thought we had a reservation—"
"Forget the date," he growls, picking up his helmet. "If you don't want me to take you right this second, get on."
You didn't need to be told twice.
You don't miss how roughly he handles you onto the backseat, your arms instinctively wrapping around his torso as he gets on. The hard muscle underneath his black shirt is pulled taut at your touch, as if your very fingertips burn, growing tighter when those same fingers wander even further, just barely teasing at the line of his belt.
“Be careful where you place your hands dear.” he says.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” you reply.
You don’t see his face under his helmet, but you can hear his laughter, no, feel it as he presses the ignition.
“You’ll soon find out.”
A moment later and the engine roars to life. Your hands stay right where they are.
At the third red light your hand moves to his thigh and you hear him groan in response.
Minutes later Bi-Han pulls over.
And now—
He grabs you with both hands and pulls you away to the nearest alleyway. Only minutes away from his house and he holds you against the stone wall, swallows your complaints between his lips and hisses between clenched teeth.
Couldn’t wait any longer.
Impulsive and impatient, two words he’s never associated himself with, but how else could he describe his current state? Making out in an alleyway, grinding against each other like a pair of hormonal teenagers, how you shiver under his touch and let him play with you to his heart's content. You make him feel like this, the pretty girl that caught his eye at a coffee shop of all places. You make him feel—
“Fuck,” he moans, pressing his erection against your thigh. “God—”
You swallow his noises greedily, fingers framing his chiseled face as his tongue slips past your teeth. Exploring, claiming, a kiss that leaves you boneless in his hold, grabbing at his shirt to keep steady.
“This—” Bi-Han grunts against the seam of your lips. “—is your fault.”
He’s not wrong.
You simply can’t help yourself, like a kid in a candy store. A curiosity that bleeds from you, raw and unchained. When you saw the garment hanging on the rack your first thought wasn’t how good it would look on you, but how Bi-Han would react when he saw you in it.
Your imagination does no justice to reality.
You couldn’t help yourself—from the moment he walked onto the curb you know you had him hooked. You even wore your nicest lipstick, the one that draws him closer to you, the one you know he loves to kiss you in because it tastes like cherries.
The same shade that’s currently smeared on both your lips.
Your lips curl into a smile, provocative. “I know.”
A wolf masquerading as a sheep. You think maybe he likes that about you.
He mumbles against your skin when he grinds his thigh between your own. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He huffs, lips at the column of your neck.
Your soft chuckle is answer enough.
A noise escapes him as well, something between a moan and a laugh. “Just what am I to do with you?”
As cold as he may seem you know Bi-Han to be anything but. The care he puts forth towards you makes you feel safe, secure, a tenderness that is ever-present. He’ll hold you close, whisper sweet nothings before showing you just how much you mean to him.
This is not that. This is something else entirely.
Possessive in all aspects, his touch akin to a hunter who’s finally caught their prey. His desire morphs into a hunger, a craving that can only be satisfied by you. He chases your lips, biting lightly as his large hand squeezes at your neck, holding you in place. He explores the inside of your mouth, tongues dancing in sync, groaning when your lips part further and he’s allowed to indulge in your taste.
It’s so much different than his usual pace. Any other day he’d be content to pick at you piece by piece, watch you fall apart in his hands as he watches. Calculated, tactical even, but this is anything but.
It’s sloppy, and you love every second of it.
All spit and tongue, he holds your face with both hands and breathes you in until his lungs burn for air and even then he holds you close, barely a second apart before he dives back to taste your kiss-bruised lips.
“So beautiful,” he sighs, forcing you to look up at his lust-blown eyes. “and all mine.”
You nod shakily before his mouth descends on you once more.
He mouthes greedily at the skin your attire so graciously presents to him, teeth nibbling at the swell of your breasts until your skin is littered with his mark. Your fingers run through his silky black locks, hair falling to his shoulders as you guide his head closer and bite back the noises that threaten to spill from your lips.
Various shades of red bloom against your supple skin, some becoming a shade of purple you’ve come to associate with the stoic biker. Proud of his work, wandering hands move lower until they play with your hemline, reaching until they palm the inside of your thighs, possessive. Eventually he pulls away, staring you down with lust-blown eyes. They fall to your face, to your legs, and back again.
"Bend over,” He says urgently. “Let me see you.”
You do so without a second thought, turning to face the wall behind you. Slowly you present yourself, raising your dress with a shake of your hips, letting the warm summer breeze graze over your exposed ass. For a moment you become worried; you're in public, anyone could see your current state of undress, the way your legs happily part for your boyfriend.
Any doubts you have are soon quelled by Bi-Han's touch. The excitement far outweighs your anxiety.
His large hand reaches to caress your backside, playfully pulling and snapping your underwear against your skin. You gasp at the sting, only to sigh in content when his fingers prod at the wet spot that sticks to your sex, drinking in the sight of his fingers glistening with slick.
You wish you could see Bi-Han, because the noise he lets out is filthy.
“This wet already, and I’ve barely touched you...” he says lowly. “Tell me, was this your plan all along? To tempt me?”
His fingers press a little harder and you gasp, rocking against him before his other hand reaches forward to still your hips. With a click of his tongue that same hand comes down hard against the soft skin beneath it, the sound echoing in the empty alleyway. You gasp in shock before he stills you once again.
“Behave. I want you to answer me first, how long were you waiting for me to fuck you?”
You whine at the lack of friction before answering. “All day..“
“I can tell,” he chuckles darkly. “You’re practically dripping—“
He taps his fingers against your exposed pussy once, twice, before he spreads your juices with his fingers. First his thumb, then his forefinger, your head bows with a sigh as he plays with your folds to his heart's content. You whine again, trying your best to chase his fingers but the hand at your hip is a weight, keeping you in place. He watches your futile attempt and laughs once more, this time letting the tip of his finger just barely press into your entrance as you huff in frustration.
He can’t help but let out a satisfied hum at your wanton display. “You should see yourself. How easily you open your legs for me.”
Your brain slowly turns to mush, the combination of his deep voice and teasing digits making you lose your sense of self. You rise to your toes, trying your best to entice him to do something, anything.
“Bi-Han,” you whimper, letting out a cry when he indulges you. One thick finger curls inside you knuckle-deep, back arching from the wall as he slowly rocks his hand against your pussy. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, so much more fulfilling that it sends you into a frenzy.
“That’s it, look at you,” he draws out, pressing against the spot that has you moaning just that bit louder. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
You sound so sweet, barely able to mumble out a response. “Yes, yes—“
You bite at your hand and still you can’t help the occasional sigh that forces itself from your body. A squeak of pleasure escapes you when he adds another finger, stroking your insides and enjoying the abundance of juices that drip against your thighs and leaves his hand a soaked mess.
Truly you look your best when you’re below him. Spread out and wanting, a view he could spend the rest of his life looking at and never grow tired. Your pliant body sandwiched between him and the wall, the bulk of him pressed behind you so you can feel how much larger he is, how easily he overpowers you. A wall of muscle, unmoving as his fingers stretch you apart.
Your breath stutters, a high pitched sound erupting from your throat. “Bi-Han, ohmygod—“
It becomes harder and harder for you to keep quiet, your legs shaking from the speed of his fingers. The air is filled with the wet squelch of his digits working against your needy pussy, a sound that Bi-Han makes certain to taunt you with.
“You are lucky we are hidden well,” He says huskily, making sure to curl his fingers in just the right spot to have your back arch further, walls fluttering against his thick digits. “Just imagine if anyone else heard you.”
The idea of anyone else being privy to your noises stirs jealousy in his heart, fingers increasing their pace. “But then again you would like that wouldn’t you? Flaunting yourself in public like this, I bet you would enjoy being seen as the needy little thing you are.”
This is torture. You struggle for breath, a heat blooming in your chest and radiating into every fiber of your being. “N-No, I wouldn’t—“
“And why is that?” He says, biting at the shell of your ear.
“Because I only want you,” you moan. “just you.”
You sneak a glance towards Bi-Han’s face, his normally stoic expression replaced with one of debauchery. The difference is night and day, smirking at your disheveled form stretched out before him. His gaze is cruel as it passes over your body, taking in each shudder, every yelp as he plays with you until he’s satisfied.
His fingers brush against your g-spot and you nearly scream. The sounds that escape you are shameless, accompanied by the slick noises of your pussy. Your mind slowly becomes blank, only the thought of a slow-building pleasure at the forefront of your mind.
Your words are accented with lust, almost drooling. "Bi-Han, more, please—"
He shows no signs of stopping, mocking your whimpers in a cruel voice. “God, you’re so pathetic. I’ve barely given you my fingers and you’re already begging—”
The air is punched out of you when his fingers leave your drenched heat and play with your engorged clit, leaving you a limp mess. He’s forced to hold you steady as your legs wobble, shaking like a leaf as your breathing becomes heavier and heavier.
Closer, closer, faster, moremoremore—oh god.
Bi-Han thinks you’re enchanting, the sound of you coming undone a melody to his ears. He takes you as far as you can go, then even farther, tests your limits as he holds you firm
“Bi-Han, Bi-Han, Bi-Han—!”
You don’t need to say it, he already knows. He knows when you push back against his hand, and he knows when you arch your back so his large fingers can graze against that one spot that has you keening, begging for more, more.
“So well behaved, are you going to come for me?”
You shakily nod your head, biting at the soft flesh of your hand to stop yourself from letting the entire block know you’re being fucked stupid.
“Good,” he says. “don’t.”
Just when you’re about to lose yourself, he stops. His fingers still, leaving your pussy completely, empty and waiting.
“Nonono—“ You complain, whine for his touch and chase his ministrations. Your hips push back, desperate for more. “Come on, don’t tease me, please—“
His hand pulls your hair, your head forced back as he growls in your ear. “But it’s fair for you to do it to me, right?”
He bunches up the loose fabric in his hands, as if to prove a point. “You walk around like this knowing I would see you, knowing how I would react—I thought this is what you wanted? My reaction.”
His harsh tone makes you stop in your tracks, despite the thrum of a ruined orgasm that sits in the pit of your stomach. “I—I’m sorry Bi-Han—”
“It is far too late for apologies,” he says, fingers landing a harsh slap to your pussy. You wail, running away on instinct before being pulled back by your waist. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle the consequences?”
His hands return to your body, one at your breast and the other between your legs. One roughly pinches at your nipple while the other rubs harsh circles against your clit, the overstimulation bringing blissful tears to your eyes.
“I can’t, I can’t—“ you hiss, reach down and grab at his wrist, an action that doesn’t phase him in the slightest. His pace doesn’t slow, not for a second. “Oh god, Bi-Han—“
Index and middle finger reach up to silence you, playing with your tongue as you’re silenced. “Be quiet. Begging will do you no favors.”
It’s times like this where you remember just how cruel he can be. You should’ve known better than to think he wouldn’t punish you, but at the same time the pleasure he gives is well worth the frustration.
You struggle to keep up, moaning around his long digits as the salt of his fingertips coat your tastebuds. There’s pressure that sinks further and further into your being with each touch of your clit. Sweat clings to the both of you, a cloud of desperation hanging over you as you’re forced into complete and utter submission.
“I’ll be good, I’ll be so good—” You gag around his fingers. “Jus’ need you, please Bi-Han.”
His fingers quickly leave your mouth. You hear his zipper being undone, followed by the tip of his cock just barely gliding against your folds. Just the thought of him inside you has you forgetting yourself, shaking against his length as it soaks in your juices.
“This is what you want, right?” He breathes, chest pressed to your back. Once, twice, he slots himself right against you, lets his tip push against your clit and send shockwaves through your body but never going further. “Then obey.”
You push back, desperate for more. “Mm, I will, I promise, just please fuck me.“
“Close, but not quite.”
Bi-Han feeds off your excitement, chuckling before fisting his length against your cunt. “I’m doing you a favor, giving this—“
His cockhead glides against you, so close but yet so far. The action alone takes your breath away.
“—aching pussy of yours any kind of relief. I believe thanks are in order, wouldn’t you say?”
He phrases it as a question when the words are anything but. Your tongue passes over your lips, before uttering a delicate, downright lecherous—
“Thank you Bi-Han.”
A subtle throb against your count, the shuddering sigh that leaves him as he hunches over your body. You can’t see his reaction, but you can feel it.
“God,” Bi-Han moans, lays his full body weight on top of you and speaks directly in your ear. “Always ready for me, aren’t you?”
You’re too far off to answer, completely at his mercy. He takes pity on your sex-addled brain, gives you a moment of respite as you slowly come back from your high and languidly moves into you. His lips glide against your skin, a gentle comfort to your frenzied mind, a contrast to the ever-growing heat that spreads across your body. The only relief you’re given before his patience runs thin.
He pulls out with a hiss, slams back into your pussy and waits for you to recover before doing it all over again. The noises that leave your mouth are pornographic, barely muffled into your arm. Despite the uncomfortable position you bear it because no matter how rough he may be, you love it all the same.
He fucks you at a brutal pace his weight pinning you down into submission, all the while muttering to himself, uncharacteristically chatty as he mutters how good you feel, how pretty you look bent over, how well you take his cock—
“Hips up darling, your legs are shaking, don’t tell me you’re tired already?”
Tired, aching, and still so fucking needy.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come—“
“No you’re not,” he says. Bi-Han’s movements go from erratic to calculated, an unrelenting tempo that makes you see stars. His fingers find your over-sensitive clit and rub, keeping you trapped in a cycle of pleasure below him. “You’re going to wait, say you understand.”
You let out a moan, only to be pulled by your hair.
“Use your words dear,” he whispers in your ear. “Say it out loud, or I’ll stop.”
You babble needily, trying to convince yourself more than Bi-Han. Tears flow freely from your eyes, sobbing through each word. “I—I’ll wait, I won’t come, I won’t come—“
“You had better not.” He gasps, before his hips return to their brutal rhythm. ���I’m going to fill you up, leave you full of me—gonna leave a pretty stain on the ride home, won’t you? Then when we get home I'll take you again to make sure you feel me for days.”
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat smut#bi-han#bi han x reader#bi-han smut#sub zero#sub zero x reader#sub zero smut#robo writes
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Angst idea where readers brother is in the 100 and buck her lover has to break the news that her brother was killed and she’s screaming in agony, and he’s just trying to be their for her in anyway possible :)
hi, love! 😌 I see you have a thing for angsty pieces 🤣 here it is then!
my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗
Buck felt stupid for interrupting the nurses’ work with something as irrelevant as a headache when they were busy with much more important things but he couldn’t handle the stinging pain inside his head anymore. On his way to the sickbay he felt his temples pulsating and in a brief moment of a haze, he bumped into someone.
“For God’s sake!” He heard a female voice and then a sound of papers landing all over the floor. “Major Cleven!” She scolded him.
Buck’s senses came back to him and he spotted a woman crouching on the floor, gathering the scattered papers.
“Jesus, I’m sorry,” he went on his knees as well to help her. “I’m sorry… I was on my way to the sickbay, I have an awful migraine,” he confessed.
“And you want to bother the nurses with it? When they’re patching up men with bullet holes?” She raised an eyebrow at him and he blushed, handing her the last paper off of the floor. She straightened herself and looked down at him with pity. “Come with me, I have aspirin in my office,” she offered him her hand and he took it to stand up as well.
He followed her to a small office next to the Colonel’s one and she gave him an aspirin from her desk’s drawer.
“Thank you, miss…” Buck stuttered out.
“(Y/L/N),” you introduced yourself.
“Are you perhaps family with Lieutenant (Y/L/N)?” Buck asked.
“Yes, he is my brother. We made sure to be assigned to the same place,” she nodded her head and he nodded his head.
“Thank you for the aspirin,” Buck said before walking out of her office.
This time he nearly bumped into Bucky.
“What is wrong with you today, man?” Bucky asked, worryingly.
“I have a migraine, doesn’t matter… I have aspirin already,” Buck showed him what he was holding in his hand. “(Y/L/N)’s sister gave it to me,” he explained.
“Stay away from her, you devil,” Bucky chuckled and Buck hissed at him. He was sure she could hear them. “I mean, for real, he’s a rough son of a bitch.”
“I know, I flew with him,” Buck chuckled. “He’s one of a kind.”
“Yeah, so if you don’t want to lose those pearly white teeth of yours, stay away from his sister,” Bucky teased.
However, it was not so easy to stay away from her. Perhaps the fact she was a sister of one of his friends was making it a bit more tempting as it felt forbidden.
But she really was a pretty girl – a bit rough like her brother sometimes – but also very helpful and kind when you got to know her.
“I see you’re staring at my sister, sir,” (Y/L/N) grinned at Buck one evening when they were eating supper by the same table. Buck blinked a few times and stopped looking at (Y/N) sitting with her female friends before laying his eyes on his friend.
“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry,” he made up an excuse.
“It’s okay,” (Y/L/N) shrugged his arms and Buck’s eyes widened a little. “I mean, she’s my little sister, so you know… Not easy for me. But she has to start dating one day whether I like it or not. And you’re a good man, Buck. If there is one man around that base I’d accept her to be with, it would be you.”
“Surely you can’t be serious,” Buck was confused. He liked to look at her, yes. Sometimes he observed her. But he hadn’t actually been thinking of starting any relationship on the base. “I mean, we can die any day.”
“My sister’s a tough cookie, she can handle that,” (Y/L/N) shrugged his arms. “What I’m sayin’ is that if you find my sister pretty, then talk to her, goddamnit. You don’t hear such words often, am I right? That’s how much I trust you, Cleven.”
“Thank you…” Buck cleared his throat and looked at (Y/N) again. She was staring at him, too, with a teasing smile. Her brother waved at her and she rolled her eyes before turning around to giggle at something with her friends.
It was almost as if (Y/N)’s brother was a matchmaker between Buck and her. Soon enough they became a couple as everyone else on the base teased them about it. Buck was trying to always be a gentleman around (Y/N), though, fearing that (Y/L/N) would indeed punch him if he tried to get too touchy or too pushy with his sister. Back at home, he had won some boxing tournaments, so they said. Buck didn’t want to find out if it had been true.
On that day both Buck and (Y/N) were nervous as hell because Bucky and Lieutenant (Y/L/N) were up in the air together. Buck was sitting in his girlfriend’s office and helping her with filling the papers to keep their heads busy.
“Ow,” she hissed suddenly as he raised his eyes, worryingly.
“Is everything alright?” He asked at the sight of (Y/N) clutching her chest.
“Y-yes… Just some weird cramp around my heart, I don’t know…” She tried to sound as casual as always but her eyes wandered to her brother’s picture on a desk.
“You should tell a doctor about it. Heart matters are no joke,” Buck was not satisfied with her answer.
“No, it’s different, baby, it’s not… Nevermind,” she sighed and her lower lip trembled a little. She bit on it and went back to filing the papers to keep her head busy.
About an hour later, Buck heard familiar noises from the outside.
“They’re coming back,” he stood up rapidly. “I’ll go and check. Wanna go with me?” He offered her his hand but she shook her head.
“N-no, I’d rather stay here,” she admitted.
Buck nodded and hurried out of her office to go outside and watch the planes land. He was relieved to see Bucky’s one but he couldn’t find the one with (Y/N)’s brother on board.
Nervously, Buck approached Bucky as his friend was jumping out of the plane.
“That was fucking hell!” Bucky looked exhausted but he grinned. “You’re a lucky bastard that you weren’t there!”
“What about (Y/L/N)?” Buck asked seriously and Bucky’s face frowned in an instant.
He shook his head as Buck’s heart skipped a beat.
“What do you mean?”
“Listen, the plane, it went down…” Bucky explained nervously.
“Any parachutes?”
“I’m sorry, Buck,” Bucky shook his head. “I mean, it happened so fast. They just… They blew up in the air. I doubt they even had time to grab any parachutes.”
Buck only nodded and turned around to walk back inside the base. He wanted to be the one telling (Y/N) about her brother’s death but he had no idea how to do it. He grieved his friends but his heart was also breaking for his girl and for the pain she would feel now. He wished he could take that all on him but it was impossible.
When he carefully entered her office again, she was already sobbing. There was no way someone had told her before the interrogation, though. He looked at her questioningly.
“He’s not back, am I right?” She hid her face in her hands and Buck’s eyes widened before he approached her to put his arms around her.
“How did you know?” He only asked and she let out a cry. She wrapped her arms around him and took a deep breath in.
“I just knew… I felt it, back then… I tried to tell myself it was not true but I just knew,” she admitted and Buck caressed her back.
After a while of holding her close and letting her cry out all the tears as she trembled in his arms, (Y/N) moved away slightly to look at Buck’s face.
“Maybe he’s just MIA?”
Oh, how he wished to be able to feed her with such hope. But there was none and there was no point of lying. Although her eyes were practically begging him to.
“Do you want the truth?” He swallowed thickly. He hated seeing her like that.
“No need. I already know,” she sobbed again and hid her face in the crook of his neck. “God, Buck, how will I even tell it to my parents?”
Buck didn’t say anything. There were no words. He only held her close and kept caressing her back and arms to comfort her.
Time passed and they just stayed like that. At some point, Colonel Harding opened the door and froze at the sight.
“She already knows,” Buck whispered and the Colonel nodded before leaving quietly.
Buck was sitting on the bed and watching (Y/N) going through her brother’s things quietly. He was there for emotional support because there was nothing else he could do except for just being there and it was killing him that he couldn’t do more.
“This I’ll send back home, this I’ll keep here with me,” she was mumbling as she rummaged through her brother’s personal belongings. She suddenly turned around with a smile on her face wet from tears. Buck furrowed his brows. “No comment at that,” she chuckled sadly and threw a few condoms at her boyfriend. “You can give them to Bucky,” she sniffled and went back to looking at her brother’s things.
Buck chuckled sadly, too. He hid the condoms in his pocket. He would give them to Bucky later indeed. (Y/L/N) and Bucky had loved to brag to each other about their adventures with women.
“Weird,” (Y/N) turned around and handed Buck an envelope. “It’s for you,” she said.
Buck caressed the paper delicately as he read the message written on it.
Give to Buck Cleven if I go down
“Are you sure you want me to read it?” Buck looked at his girl.
“What do you mean? It’s addressed to you,” she answered, confused. “It’s weird but that’s how it is.”
“Perhaps you’d like to read it first?” Buck wanted to make sure. It felt odd to have a letter from her dead brother waiting for him like that.
They had become close these past few weeks but it was not like they had been best friends.
“Just open it. Or not, it’s your decision. The letter is addressed to you,” (Y/N) shrugged her arms and went back to looking through her brother’s things.
Buck’s hands shook a little as he tore the envelope open and took out a note from it.
Buck, if you’re reading this, it means I went down. A possibility I’ve always considered. If there's one pilot out of us all who will survive this whole thing, it’s gonna be you. We both know it, don’t deny that.
I sincerely hope you’re gonna be lucky enough and my sister will want to marry you one day. But for now, no matter what happens next, please take care of her.
I made sure to be assigned to the same place she was being sent to. I promised our mother to look after her and now that’s a promise I cannot keep anymore. Please, do it for me.
I am no man of words. As you can probably see… Ha ha ha. So that’s it, old man.
Tell my baby sister that I love her and that I’m going to look after her from the other side.
Sincerely, (Y/L/N).
PS When you two have a son one day, it would be nice if you named him after me. Just a suggestion…!!!
“And?” (Y/N) turned around to check on Buck. “Oh, baby, what is it?” She asked when she saw tears in his eyes. “What did he say?”
“You can read it,” Buck handed her the letter and she sat next to him, holding the paper in shaking hands.
He watched her reading it as her eyes also filled with the fresh tears.
“I’m going to miss him so much… What will I even do without him?” She asked after giving Buck the letter back. Her voice was oddly calm as if she finally started to realise what had truly happened.
“He’s still here. Watching over you. That’s what it says here,” Buck pointed at the letter. “I take very seriously what he wrote,” he assured her and put his arm around (Y/N) to bring her closer and kiss her forehead. “Every word,” he added.
“I just want you to promise me one thing, Gale,” (Y/N) hugged him tighter.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“Don’t leave me in this world like he did.”
Buck took a deep breath in. It was a promise he wanted to give more than anything but he couldn’t. All he could say was that he would try his best. But that was not what she wanted to hear. Perhaps she needed a little lie.
“I will not,” he said. “I promise.”
MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST
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Brainrot, you say? Would you maybe write something for Oscar where he's dating Charles and Arthur's little sister, who the Leclerc brothers think is like the most innocent thing in the world, she is still just a baby (and to maybe be fair to them she is 20/21, but still not a baby) while Oscar hears them talking about how sweet and innocent she is and how she'd never let anyone touch her and he's kind of sitting there like, her??? the girl who got in a fight when another girl put their hands on me??? the girl who introduced me to things I had no idea about??? sure, okay. - shoom anon
PS: In love with your writing and can't wait to see all the things you write next! And thanks for letting me brainrot
charles and arthur are super proud of y/n and the woman she has become but to her she is still their baby sister and they can’t think of her as anything but. they watched her first steps , though they barely remember them themselves, and her first word was car. she is innocent and pure and an angel to that whole family. but JUST that family. you see , when she met oscar he thought the same thing. that he found a nice kind caring woman. and he did. but she was a lot more than the picture her brothers painted when introducing her. she was feisty and full of love and kind of a bitch (but in a cool way.) oscar would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. slowly the pair got closer and there was a sort of unidentifiable moment in which they just decided they were dating. it was never a conversation or particular moment . one day she just woke up and was like “that’s my boyfriend”. and post whatever this was she got even more comfortable, exposing sides of her others didn’t see. the side who actually almost got assault charges when a model in japan put her hand on oscar’s shoulder while laughing. the side who wasn’t afraid to asked to be choked. like actually choked not just a little light pressure around her neck when she felt like it. the side who smoked a joint pre-race with toto wolff. so oscar was very confused when attending the family christmas and y/n was in a very modest outfit and smiling away. no sass in sight. when sitting at the dinner table (amid oscar’s confusion) charles is talking about watching y/n interact with fans at the paddock and how gentle she is when oscar scoffs “that’s what you think” under his breath , and the whole table goes silent before a scream of questions comes rushing out of everyone’s mouth like a slew of reporters.
#fluff#formula 1#formula one#f1 x reader#f1#op81 imagine#op81#charles leclerc#arthur leclerc#smau#toto wolff#oops i didn’t proofread this
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yeah yeah i question the romanticization of every little thing as much as the next cynically-inclined gal but like. there really is beauty everywhere. it is kinda refreshing to let bitches be whimsical. to let yourself be a bitch with a penchant for whimsy. because sometimes the only thing that eases the heaviness put in my stomach by the abject horrors is when my friends come over on tuesdays and i get to make them dinner. when i’m drinking a glass of wine and making pasta and dancing to bluegrass in my kitchen and i hear laughter from the other room. like it really is okay to let the little things warm you.
and i know i have a reputation of goodness and kindness and resilience and whatever so i’m sure you’re thinking “that’s so easy for you to say!” but i had to work for that shit. i had to fight for a sunny disposition.
my dad was never around, always choosing women and booze over me and my brother. i was the weird kid people bullied practically my entire time in school. i’m an addict who was forced kicking and screaming into sobriety. i was assaulted in college and the university didn’t believe me. i’ve got depression and insomnia and severe anxiety and panic disorder. i’ve been on 23 different antidepressants/anxiety meds/mood stabilizers over the past 15 years and none of them have worked and sometimes i’m afraid that i’m meant to be sad forever. sometimes i worry that i’ve never actually been happy. my brother died from suicide on my 25th birthday and there wasn’t even a note. i’m well aware of how awful the world can be. of how terrible shit can get.
and i know it’s not life changing or revolutionary, but damnit, i’m going to get excited when i’m reading a fanfic and the two characters finally kiss. i’m going to laugh when my brother tells me a dumb joke. i’m going to let my heart swell while i’m wearing my flour covered apron, when i’m leaning against the doorway to my dining room, holding my glass of wine curled close to my chest while my friends are eating happily and i’ve finally perfected my gnocchi recipe and all the people i love are happy and safe and full of food i prepared with my own two hands as they sit around my table.
the world has not been kind to me but i’ll be damned if i let it continue to make me hard. i deserve softness. i deserve sweetness. i deserve gentle moments. and if the world won’t give them to me? fine. i’ll make them myself.
so yeah, i often wanna scoff when i see someone stop to smell the roses. but i don’t. because the world is so fucking hard. and i don’t see the point in making it harder on ourselves. it’s so much easier to be numb. to be jaded and bitter. to think of my heart as a wretched organ trapped by a terrible vise of a bone. but then i see sunlight filtering through leaves and it makes me smile and i feel my heart beating and i remember i may be small and i may be fleeting, but i’m alive. and my heart, that wretched organ, beats defiant and persistent in my chest. and the sunlight tells me courage, poor stupid heart of stone, and it makes me brave in a world that makes me ache.
so i will be whimsical and silly and happy despite it all, because if i don’t have that, what the hell do i have?
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Bloody Faces, Bloody Hearts
request: “I would love to see trevor zegras prompt 30 if you want to write it”
prompt 30: “you’re hurt just let me help you”
parings: trevor zegras x reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader
warnings: injuries, crying, underage drinking, kinda describing a panic attack, pain medication mention, angst to fluff, fighting, arguing
word count: 2.3k (i love writing angst) UNEDITED
(A/N i didn’t specify the team or other player bc i didn’t wanna slander anyone)
Your ever so lovely boyfriend, Trevor, was getting into a lot of fights as of late. But in the span of 5 days, he managed to not only have a physical fight on the ice, but also got into a huge argumentative fight with you.
You were sitting on the couch at Trevor and Jamie’s place trying to collect yourself. You and Trevor got into a screaming match over him going out and coming home late almost every day for two weeks and not making any time to spend with you. You didn’t care about practices, or him going on long roadies, hell you even came with on short ones when you could get out of work. Hockey isn’t, and never will be, the problem. The problem is that you went three days without seeing him other than when he got into bed next to you.
“I think I should go home.”
“What?” Trevor asked. “You are home, what do you mean ‘I think I should go home’?”
“I mean I think I should go home to Michigan for a few days. See my mom, maybe stop by UMich to see Luke. I think we need some time apart to cool down and you need to get your priorities straight.”
He had some words to say about that, but you weren’t listening. He was repeating that you’re his priority in various ways, and the more you packed the more desperate he got.
“So prove it Trevor!” you cried. “This isn’t a breakup. I am not breaking up with you. But maybe you’ll know how it feels to come home everyday without seeing the love of your life and realize you’ve been taking me for granted.”
Your voice got softer as you went on and you reached up with one hand to cup his cheek, “I love you, okay? Always. I just used two Fault in Our Stars terms so you know I mean it.” He laughed lightly at that and brought his hand up to where yours was to hold it.
“Okay,” he nodded. “I love you, too. I’ll see you later.”
It took you almost two days to reach UMich, but you thought having some “not really-but might as well be-little brother” time with Luke would do you some good. The Hughes family is how you and Trevor met, and they were more of your family thank your actual blood one.
‘Hello?’ Luke answered the phone.
“Lukey Moosey! Do you have plans tonight?”
‘No? Why, what’s up?’
“Your favorite person ever just booked a hotel right outside of campus and is stealing you for the night!”
You tried to say this with as much heart and excitement you could muster, but the youngest Hughes saw straight through you.
‘Something happened,’ he said, as more of a statement than a question. You sighed as your response. ‘Is it a “you’re wearing Quinn’s hoodie and we’re drinking” kind of something happened or a “disney movies and pout” kind of something happened?’
“I just drove two days to come home, what do you think?”
‘Don’t get tequila.’
“Jack scarred me too much for me to ever drink tequila again, don’t worry. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
You got a hotel for you and Luke to spend the night in because you didn’t want his teammates around when you just need some Luke time. Plus, you’d rather only be responsible for one teen underage drinking.
Luke nursed a beer while you drank a vodka margarita you made in the bathroom as you told him everything that has happened with you and Trevor.
Luke listened, and spoke as well, to help you sort out your priorities and issues with the situation, and did his little brother duties swimmingly.
You two sat up against the headboard of the hotel bed and put on a Spider-Man movie after you both caught up with everything non-Trevor related in your lives. You leaned your head against his shoulder and pulled your knees up to lay them near his chest.
“Thanks, Luke,” you said low.
He wrapped an arm around you, “any time, y/n/n.”
For the rest of your undisclosed amount of time in Michigan, you spent it at your parent’s house, with some time with your second set of parents mixed in.
The latter is where you were currently sitting on the couch watching the Pregame for the Ducks game. Yeah, you were in a fight with Trevor, but you were still going to root for him.
They had the lead in the middle of second period at 2-0. The other team was becoming more defensive in their playing, as well as more aggressive. And your boyfriend had a tendency to be on the other side of someone’s aggression.
There was a fight. Gloves dropped, punches thrown, blood on faces. And Trevor was not getting as many hits in as the other player.
Fights happen. This isn’t the first Trevor has been in and it certainly won’t be the last. But this one was different. This one was worse. This one was the most violent brawl you’ve ever seen in a hockey game.
Their fight moved down the ice closer to the goal. The other played punched Trevor in the face so hard that he flew back, slammed his head on the goal post, and crumbled to the ground, bending his ankle in an unnatural way.
You suddenly felt extremely hot. Your body felt as if it were burning, your brain was threatening to drop down through your throat and bring you to the ground with it. You stood up when the fight got bad, and your legs gave out when they said he was unconscious.
“Oh my god,” Ellen gasped. You didn’t know if it was in reference to you or Trevor.
“He- he’s…”
Ellen put her arm around you and hushed you softly, “They’ll take good care of him, it’ll be alright.”
You shook your head, “No. No, I should be there. I have to go.”
“Y/N, you’re not in the right mind to drive right now,” Ellen told you.
“I’m not driving. I’m taking the next flight out and I’ll pick up my car from the airport later, I need to be there now.”
Jim and Ellen insisted on driving you to the airport and keeping your car safe at their house. You took the last seat on the flight to Anaheim that took off in the next three hours, and that’s when you finally called Jamie. You got worried when he picked up and said nothing.
“Is it bad?” you whimpered.
‘It’s not great, but it could be worse,’ Jamie answered honestly.
“I have a flight in three hours. I don’t know how I’ll get to you at 3am, but I’m coming.”
‘I’ll see if Mason can pick you up.’
Your flight was agonizingly long, but the wait to board was even worse. Anxiety still flooded your body despite how much anxiety medication you took. Nothing would cure it until you saw Trevor.
Jamie texted you that they were back home from the hospital, because it was bad enough to warrant a trip instead of the PT’s taking care of it, so that was where the very tired Mason dropped you off.
You quickly thanked him and ran out with your suitcase clattering behind you. You carefully unlocked the door and found Jamie dozing off on the couch still fully dressed. You set your suitcase by the door and crept over to the sleeping boy.
“Jamie,” you whispered as you gently rocked him awake.
He inhaled a deep and slow breath when he stirred and blinked tiredly at you, “Hey.”
“Hey,” you breathed out a laugh. “What’s the damage?”
“Minor concussion, bruised rib, and a torn ligament in his ankle.”
You winced, “So not great.”
“No, not even close,” he responded, stretching out the ‘o’ sound in no.
You sat in silence for a moment. You knew Trevor was likely asleep, and he needed rest so you weren’t about to go wake him up.
“He asked about you,” Jamie said, looking down at the floor. “The concussion was causing some slight amnesia, and he didn’t remember that you left. I just kept telling him it was hard to get ahold of you and that you were coming. I don’t know what I would’ve done if the memory didn’t come back and you weren’t here.”
You pursed your lips together to refrain from making a choked cry.
“He’s been a mess, y/n. The first thing he did was check for Quinn’s sweatshirt, and he broke down when he saw that you took it.”
“Me leaving didn’t give him enough of a clue that it was serious?”
“I think it just… solidified it, you know? You bring it out when things are bad for you; when you just need a big brother. I think he would’ve gone after you if you went to Vancouver,” he joked.
You stayed silent. You weren’t going to apologize for sometimes needing your family.
“I shouldn’t have left,” was what you got out.
“Yes you should have. I was spending more time with you than he was. You had every right.”
That’s when you broke down in tears. No— tears isn’t the right term, these were wracked sobs coming out of you. Jamie wrapped you in his arms and shushed you as he rubbed your back.
“I need to wake him up for pain meds, and I’m sure he’ll be a lot more cooperative if you do it,” Jamie offered.
“Will you come with me?”
Jamie got up with you and placed a comforting hand on your back as you trekked down the hall to your and Trevor’s room. You carefully sat down on the edge of the bed next to his chest and rubbed your hand up and down his back to wake him up.
“Z,” you singsonged. “Z baby I need you to wake up.”
Trevor grumbled into his pillow and tried to turn over, but was stopped by a sharp pain from his bruised rib. You winced at his cry and helped ease him down on his back against the pile of pillows supporting him.
“Y/N…?” Trevor asked sleepily.
You nodded and combed your fingers through his hair. His cheek was heavily bruised and he had a cut with a butterfly stitch across his eyebrow. For how much the other guy was hitting him, you were surprised his entire face wasn’t purple.
“It’s time for you to take some more pain meds,” you said low.
“You’re here,” he gapped. His eyes were wide, and you couldn’t help but think he looked like Bambi.
“Of course I’m here,” you smiled softly, still petting his hair.
“But you left. I wasn’t- I wasn’t expec… expecting…”
“Easy there, Zegras. Don’t need you having a brain aneurysm over me being in our bedroom,” you tried to laugh.
“You’re here.”
“And you need pain-“
“You’re-“
“Z, we will talk about this but I need you to give me a moment. You need to take your pain medication.”
Trevor must’ve seen the desperate pleading in your eyes through the soft lamp light because he immediately stopped talking. He bit his lip and nodded at you. He put his arms behind him and tried to prop himself up so that he could swallow the pills, but he cried out and collapsed back down. When you reached to help him, he pushed your arms back and slowly shook his head.
“I can do it myself,” he grunted.
“You’re hurt. Just let me help you,” you said.
You two locked eyes for a moment before he nodded again. You heard the door click close, a signal that Jamie had left. You put a hand between his back shoulder blades to slowly lift him up, and helped you push himself back to sit against the headboard with minimal wincing. He quickly took the water and pills you handed him and scooted himself back down a little to be be halfway sitting up instead.
You started to stroke his hair again and he closed his eyes, breathing synced with your fingers combing up and down through his hair. You were silently crying and praying to every god imaginable that you didn’t make a sound, but this was to no avail.
“Oh, hey no,” Trevor rushed out. He cupped your cheek with one hand and linked his fingers together with yours with the other.
“You didn’t get up,” you squeaked out. “You went down, and suddenly nothing made sense anymore. My ears were ringing, my head was spinning, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”
“I’m okay,” he whispered, rubbing circles with his thumb across your cheek bone.
“My mind blacked out when they said you were unconscious. I was standing one second, and Ellen was putting a straw in my mouth to drink ice water the next. And I didn’t know anything until-“
Trevor pulled your face down to his level and slammed his lips onto yours to cut you off. When your lips parted, your foreheads were brought together, with Trevor whispering for you to breathe slow with him, thumb back to caressing your cheek.
“I wasn’t out for too long. Troy and Mason helped me off the ice, and Jimmy rushed over to the arena and rode with me to the hospital. Gibby drove Jimmy’s car to the hospital, and we took him home. Everything is okay,” he breathed out. His voice was soft, low, and steady— a wonderful combination to calm you down.
“I was so scared,” you whimpered.
“I know, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Come here,” he motioned for you to lay down next to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” you said.
“You can lay on my chest, it’s okay,” he assured.
You crawled into bed next to him and rested your head on his chest. Your hand came up to lay where you could feel his steady heart and you closed your eyes.
“I love you,” you told him.
“I love you, too.”
And with a kiss to the top of your head, you were out.
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Dating jack or quinn and treating Luke like ur little brother and being proud of him
luke had just gotten back to the hotel after dinner with his parents when jack was facetiming him. he kicked off his shoes and jumped on his bed before answering it, but instead of jacks face on the screen he saw yours.
“moosey! you’re going to frozen four! i’m so proud of you! i mean, i kinda wish you were moving out here already but i’m happier that you won!” you were practically screaming into the phone and luke couldn’t help but smile.
“thanks y/n.” jack appeared next to you and you tilted the screen so he was in the camera more.
“i’m also proud of you but y/n stole my phone and beat me to calling you,” he said before leaving the screen again.
“i saw the text from your mom that said hey just got back to the hotel so i figured luke was free,” you defended yourself to your boyfriend and luke couldn’t help but laugh, which brought your attention back to him. “anyway, i really want to come watch you in tampa-“
“but she has to stay here and watch me!” jack yelled from wherever he has gone to and you rolled your eyes.
“i don’t, i watch him all the time. i need to talk to your parents and see if i can tag along.”
“you know they’ll love to have you come with them,” luke told you and you nodded.
“i know. i also need to make sure i get all my homework done before i leave so i don’t get behind. i know i won’t do it while i’m there.”
“oh shit,” luke groaned, and you looked at him confused. “i totally have two assignments due at midnight,” he explained and you laughed.
“well i’ll let you get to them. call me if you need any help, okay?”
“thanks, see ya later.”
you weren’t able to go to tampa. unfortunately, you had a test to take. you texted luke to apologize, though you still felt bad. you tried to make up for it once he moved in with you and jack though. you made sure to buy his favorite foods when you went shopping, made sure to get him a coffee along with your and jacks when you stopped after class, and made sure to respect his boundaries and schedule.
however, even though you weren’t actually siblings, you definitely bickered like you were. you were trying to study one night when luke was blaring music, so you smacked your hand against the wall and yelled at him to turn it off. he got mad when you ate the last snack cake when he was planning on eating it after he got back from practice. and you definitely yelled at him for leaving the toilet seat up, you had just gotten jack trained on that. all in all though, you were a great lifeline to reach out to when luke didn’t want to go to his actual siblings about something.
“hey y/n, can i ask you something?”
“yeah, sure, what’s up?” you were sitting at the table working on your final presentation but you pushed your computer to the side when luke sat across from you.
“so when we went out the other night, i was talking to this girl and i kinda like her but it’s weird because she definitely recognized me and i don’t know if she’s genuinely interested or not.” when you told jack about your conversation later that night as you laid in bed and caught each other up on what had happened that day, he pouted at the fact that luke had come to you instead of him.
“i guess he just likes me more,” you teased.
“don’t even, i’ll make him come in here right now and tell us who he actually likes more.”
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your first of many monthly’s.
You the sister to Silver and daughter of Lilia, got your uhh time of the month… not to mention your first time. (Living with boys don’t help lmao
(After the mess of my last post *ahem the angst* I decided you give fluff out because I need to actually start writing and get my blog out there lmao.
Characters might be OOC Enjoy!!)
You sure in hell we’re surprised to wake in a pool of blood. Okay listen, you did scream but that’s common… right?? I mean you were getting older and got snappier and moodier then usual, even father called you out on it.
However your scream prompted your brother to come, father was out of the house… buying groceries to make food.
“Name? What’s wrong.” Silver came running to your bedroom to see you in your bed with the covers over your body.
“There’s… Blood!!” You screamed again you pulled the covers down to reveal, the mess.
“What did you do this time?” He mumbled as he sat on the bed.
Let’s just say you were mortified to look at Silver or talk to him for those 15 minutes of silence.
Even Silver who was usually sleepily looked petrified.
However the slience stopped when you heard the person who you just needed to hear walk into the room.
“Oh dear what happened?” Lilias voice rang through as he stepped in the room to see you and Silver in silence, next to your blood soaked sheets.
“I heard reader scream and then saw them with blood.” You could hear Lilia mumble under his breathe something about it starting or whatever.
“Well, reader ever heard of a period?”
Since Lilia mentioned that you immediately turned red on realizing what was happening to you.
Silver however was confused.
After filling him in, Lilia then said he would make breakfast for you guys and to go wash your sheets.
Let’s just say you had no excuses with the breakfast and had to eat it…
Lilia had apparently been keeping pads/tampons for you when you were 10, because he didn’t know a lot about humans. And after eating that G̶r̶o̶s̶s̶ yummy meal you couldn’t wait to finally be alone in your room… and wait for the ongoing week.
When you went to go see Malleus and Sebek in the week, they could tell something was off with you, you would snap at the slightest of things and would have crazy mood changes.
It isn’t until Lilia said what happened that they I stand.
However the rest of the week went pretty smoothly. (Except Lilia cooks.)
You were able to be alone most of the time and when you weren’t you were probably with Silver or Lilia just chatting or sitting together.
Overall 7/10. Not the best of the best but still an interesting experience.
A/N: I wanna thank you guys so much for my previous post. It was my FIRST ever fan fiction and to see it get more hearts then I imagined mean so much to me!! Thanks <3
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For the angst prompt…
14 with Raph
17 with Donnie
(or feel free to switch those around 😘)
Here you go bestie!! Surprise time hehe.
“NO! No! Raph! I’m so sorry!” Donnie screams as Raph writhes on the ground.
He’s never seen his brother react this way to an injury before. Pretty much all of them recover right away from even the most serious injuries, but Raph especially rolls with the punches.
Something is terribly wrong.
When Raph starts holding his throat and gasping for air, Donnie panics further. He’s messed up so badly this time. They’re all alone in the lair, Mikey and Leo were out for some special bonding with Splinter.
He and Raph were supposed to be bonding more too. His oldest brother always supports the inventions he makes even if he doesn’t understand them most of the time. He didn’t even hesitate to agree in testing out his new invention.
It failed so badly.
He just wanted another launching tool for his tech bō, it wasn’t supposed to have a hair trigger. It wasn’t supposed to result in a dumb, stupid accident. It wasn’t supposed to hit him in the throat like this!
Oh god.
His throat.
Did he crush his windpipe!?
He can’t breathe!
What should he do!? He can’t just call an ambulance! Maybe the Hidden City has a doctor!? Does he have enough time to get him there!? He can call Leo to portal them there! That’s it! He-!
Did the gasping stop?
His eyes glance back down and sees that Raph has started going still. Green skin is turning blue. They’re out of time for him to get help.
But there’s still time for him to do something.
He uses a robo appendage to grab a box cutter. Leo has told him before during one of his medical filled rants about tracheotomies. How specific they need to be.
Donnie hates blood so much. He couldn’t even pull his own tooth. It was just too gross. So much more is at stake here now than just a tooth.
Raph is going to die if he can’t do this.
“This is going to hurt, I-I’m sorry.” Donnie attempts to bring the sharp object to his brother’s throat.
It’s so difficult. As much as he knocks into or tosses things at his brothers, he doesn’t want to actually hurt them, at least not badly. It always turned out okay!
Tears start clouding his vision.
He can’t do it like this! Any wrong move and Raph is-!
Why is he so useless when it matters most!?
You’re killing your brother!
Raph suddenly takes in a big breath and starts breathing normally. Donnie drops the box cutter and quickly helps him sit up. Raph coughs and sputters blood before he’s able to talk again.
“Ugh….that hurt, you gotta be more careful, Dee. Next time maybe don’t shoot it so close?”
What?
That’s his reaction?
He almost…..
Donnie almost…..
Donnie bursts into absolute tears and starts hitting Raph’s arm.
“You don’t get to react that way after what I did! Yell at me! Tell me you never want to be around my inventions again! Y-You got hurt because of me and I almost cut your throat open in a misguided attempt to help you! Idiot! Dumb dumb!”
Raph hugs him tightly.
“Sorry, sorry! Raph’s terrified! I just didn’t want you to cry more! I-I’m fine, Donnie. Big brothers always bounce back.”
“You are not invincible! What am I supposed to do if you…?” Donnie sobs.
Raph just keeps hugging him.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. This was an accident. You’re not going to lose me anytime soon.”
Donnie sniffles.
“You’re going to the yokai hospital anyways.”
“They have those?”
“We’re going to find out.”
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~ Chapter 6. 02 ~
I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.
I lean my head against the wall letting out a sigh. I need to be alone, after what Ji-su told me earlier today.
I hadn't seen Miss Im yesterday evening. The kids and Mister Han were okay and here, but she wasn't. I wanted to ask Ji-su or Jae-heon about it, but they were both already asleep when I came back from guarding the door.
In fact, everyone was already asleep except Eun-hyuk, Jae-hwan who had to go take over guard duty from me, and Sang-Wook.
I think.
I hadn't seen them sleeping with the others, but he didn't seem the type to sleep among them. My best guess is that he's somewhere on the first floor sleeping.
I didn't want to sleep now. I was tired of everything that had happened, but I was scared I would have a nightmare again.
So I just sat in the hallway all night. I finally found Ji-su the next morning. Her face changed when I mentioned Miss Im and asked where she was.
She was hesitant to tell me, but eventually, she did. She had turned. When we went downstairs she had turned in the bathroom. Ji-su told me that she didn't hurt anyone and that she was actually harmless to others.
I could feel myself choking up while my eyes began to burn from the tears that wanted to come out. I wanted to know more.
I wanted to know what happened and if she wasn't in pain, but looking at Ji-su I could tell that she didn't know much as well.
The only ones I could ask were Mister Han, Hyun-su, or the kids. I didn't want to ask the kids. I don't even think they let them see her.
Mister Han was busy making sure every entrance was secure and safe, so I didn't have to change to ask him. The only one who was left was Hyun-su, but he had left this morning to go upstairs.
Just like me, it seemed like he didn't sleep well or at all. I wanted to yell at Eun-hyuk to give him a break, but that would change nothing, so I just gave him a death glare when he looked at me.
I began to even get more angry when I found out that the residents gave him more work. They had given him a list of things that he had to bring with him when he came downstairs.
So not only is he risking his life for supplies so that we could survive, but now he's also risking his life for stupid shit.
After watching the door close behind Hyun-su I needed a break from everyone or it wouldn't end well for any of us.
“So this is the place you have been hiding.”
I looked up and saw Eun-yu standing in the closet doorway.
I shrug my shoulders before speaking up.
“It’s better for everyone if I sleep here. I don’t want to annoy anyone by waking them up if I have a nightmare.”
I asked Eun-hyuk if I could stay here at night. Like I explained to Eun-yu I told him that I don’t want to scream everyone awake. I know that they didn’t know about my nightmares, but I rather tell them than if they have to find out when I actually scream at night.
“I got scolded at when I wanted to sleep somewhere else,” Eun-yu said with a sigh before sitting down next to me.
It’s not like I’m having a room for myself. This was just a little walk-in closet that had some stuff in it. It had enough space for me to lay in, but that’s it.
"Why do you have that 'I'm angry.' look on your face?"
I look at Eun-yu with from brows.
"What are you talking about?"
She sat down beside me before answering.
"You always had that look on your face when someone makes you angry and you want to kill them." I rolled my eyes letting out a sigh.
"Because I am angry and want to kill people."
She nodded her head looking away from me.
"Is one of those people my brother?"
I looked at her with an 'are you kidding me look.'
"Don't look at me like that. You have my blessing to kill him though. Besides I understand why you would want to."
I pressed my lips together debating if she was serious or not about killing him, but I don't think she really wanted that.
"Yes," I answer looking back outside.
I felt her move beside me before answering.
"What?" She asked confused.
"Yes, your brother is one of them."
I could hear her click her tongue, but it was silent after that. Which was odd for Lee Eun-yu. I looked at her to see what she was doing, but she was just looking in front of her. I could see on her face that she was in deep thought.
I wanted to open my mouth to ask her what was bothering her when she beat me to it.
"So, are we gonna talk about those pictures?"
I turn to her surprised that she brought up those pictures. Only Sang-Wook and Eun-hyuk had seen them.
"How do you know about those?" I whisper.
"I found them in the office. I wanted to ask my brother about them thinking that they were his, but seeing that they were taking like the person was hiding while taking them I don't think my brother took them." She explains looking intensely at me and making me look away.
She is right about the hiding part.
"Besides my brother is maybe weird, but not this weird."
A little laugh escaped my lips before I shook my head looking at her.
"It wasn't him." I pause for a second letting out a sigh.
"It was Yoon-jae. He took them."
"That creep from 802?! I know that he was a pervert. That explains why that gangster killed him. I knew he had a good reason." She spoke looking away from me to think.
"That was not the only reason he killed him. There were pictures of little girls." A grimacing expression appeared on her face when those words left my mouth.
"Some were just normal pictures but others were them beaten up, tortured, and dead. He killed those innocent kids. I don't know how Sang-wook knew, but he did."
I wanted to talk with Sang-wook about it and thank him for what he did, but I hadn't seen him. Also, I don't know if he even wants to talk about it or me. He doesn't seem the person to talk much
"I took this from the security room. I didn't know if you would have wanted this or not. I had thought that maybe you would have wanted to destroy them yourself." Eun-yu took the pictures out, handing them to me after that she stood leaving me alone to think.
It felt wrong to hold them and I wanted to rip them apart or burn them the moment I had a chance.
Nevertheless, looking at them now I don't want to destroy them all.
The pictures of me with other people I actually wanted to keep. In times like this everyone can die in just a snap of a finger, so why would I throw something away that would remind me of them?
Besides the pictures of Eun-yu and the kids, there were also pictures of me with Miss An at the store. She was smiling at me while I gave her one of her favorite foods I had gotten from my job.
She didn't always have the chance to eat it because of her husband, so when she mentioned it one time I knew I had to get her some from my job.
In another picture, it was Ji-Su and I coming back from work with our guitar and bass cases on our backs and some takeout in our hands.
Even though it was late and we were exhausted we were still smiling.
Another picture showed me and Eun-hyuk talking while waiting on the elevator. Then there was a picture of me standing in front of Mister Han at his doorway. I must have probably helped him by bringing some stuff to his apartment.
All those pictures actually made me smile. The time I had lived here was the best time of my life. It doesn't seem much or just ordinary to everybody else, but for me, it was peaceful and I was genuinely happy for the first time in my life.
It's just sad that it didn't last long.
My smile disappeared when I took the next pictures. It was a picture of Miss Im. She had just come back from a walk with her so-called baby when I came back from the store.
We began to talk while we walked to the elevator. My finger moved over her face and I could feel a tear running down my cheek.
I didn't have much time to grieve when the sound of a whistle came from somewhere on the floor. After putting the photos in the pocket of my dress I jump up taking my axe from beside me.
Eun-hyuk had told me I needed to carry it around with me just in case something happened. When I came around the corner I saw Eun-hyuk running out of the security office with a bat and the others were standing all together on the other side.
I moved forward trying to get a glimpse of whatever the monster was. Slowly, a long-haired look figure came from around the corner. It was moaning and groaning, but it didn't seem like a threat to me.
Sang-Wook was about to take a step forward when Miss An stopped him.
"It's my husband. I have to do this." She walked toward him with the steel pipe tightly in her hands.
"Pull yourself together, Kim Seok-Hyeon." It was the first time I heard that tone in her voice.
She wasn't afraid of him like she was before.
"Kim Seok-Hyeon"
Her voice was louder than before when he came closer and closer.
"Pull yourself together!" She now yelled before swinging the steel pip at him.
For a second I thought that it didn't affect him, even when that horrible sound went through me when the pip made contact with his head.
It did stop him from moving.
"You're back." Her voice sounded cold and without any regret from hitting him.
"Do you have any last words?" I could hear him breathing hard, but after a while, a voice came through the mop of hair.
"Please kill me. And."
It took him a second to say it and the word that came out of his mouth was a surprise and one I had never heard him say before.
"I'm sorry."
Miss An. Let out a cry before swinging the pip down at him. This time it did hurt him. A shiver ran down my spine when I could hear it go through his head.
Even when he fell down on the floor Miss An didn't stop. I had seen and heard a lot of horrid things these past couple of days, but for some reason, a chill ran up my spine when I heard her hitting him.
At some point, I had closed my eyes turning my head to the side. She's killing her husband. Yes, he was a horrible person who deserved to die like this, but still, it made me think.
If I could end up like this in the future. Just because I have some control of it now doesn't mean I will forever.
Just yesterday I attacked Eun-hyuk without actually trying or realizing it. Could the people here easily kill me as Miss An could kill him?
Would it be one of the residents of don't really care about me? Or Eun-hyuk, he is serious about protecting everyone, so would it be easy for him to kill me?
If they really had to would Ji-su or Jae-heon do it?
Mister Han?
The kids?
Or Hyun-su....
Would he kill me if they asked him?
Or.... Could I kill him if he turned and hurt someone?
'I can guarantee they will kill you the first moment they have a chance." My hands turned into fists when I heard the voice again in my head.
Shut up.
'Just wait and see. They are just the same as the people in the orphanage. Only thinking about their own wishes and desires without caring who gets hurt in the process.'
I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt someone brushing past me making me open my eyes.
To my surprise, Hyun-su had returned.
He was looking down at the scene just as intently as I was.
Is he thinking the same things as me?
My eyes followed his figure while he wobbled back to the room. To be locked up and alone.
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SWEETHEART | Jeremiah Fisher
Summary: After your parents file for a divorce, you’re forced to move in with your mom’s friend until the divorce is finalized. You wished you could stay with your dad and your friends, but when you meet Jeremiah Fisher, that changes. And now you’re wanting to stay in the Cousins. Too bad things don’t last forever.
Word Count: 1.8k
Part: 2
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Authors Note: Thank you everybody for all the love and support on the last chapter! I wrote this chapter today and really had no idea where I was going with it so I’m sorry if it sucks— also not proofread cause im lazy 🙈😚
“It’s just— he’s been acting different. He’s smokes. He fucking smokes!” Belly confesses, sitting on the edge of your the bed. She just finished telling you about how all the boys went to a bonfire without inviting her.
“Maybe it’s because he quit football?” You suggest softly. You didn’t want to push too hard or say the wrong thing. Ever since you got here, Belly hasn’t said a single word to you, she side-eyed you and that’s it. You were really hoping to actually make a friend with the only other girl in the house that was around your age.
“Maybe.” She sighs, leaning back to lay completely on the bed.
You sit next to her. “Why don’t we go to that stupid bonfire? Show him what he’s missing out on?”
She groans. “It’s 20 minutes away. We need a ride.”
“20 minutes? We can just walk.”
“Walk?”
“Yeah? I’m sure we won’t get kidnapped, if we do… I’m blaming it on you.” You say, giggling.
She laughs. “I’m gonna give you to the kidnapper as bait so I can run.”
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The sound of people cheering could be heard from a mile away. You looked at the amount of people talking with their friends, kissing their boyfriends, kissing their hookups. Everybody knew each other.
“Promise me you won’t leave me alone?” You whisper, scratching your arm nervously. You were starting to think that this wasn’t a good idea. What if she left you? What if you were the only person without a friend there? What if people didn’t like you?
“Promise. You can’t leave me either, though.” She says, her eyes scanning the scene.
You guys walk for a few more minutes, stepping through the grass and making your way onto the sand.
“Yo, gas station girl!” Was the first thing you heard, catching both yours and Belly’s attention. She sighed, waving at the guy.
“Where are you coming from?”
She motions behind her. “Uh, a-another party.”
“Sweet. Yeah— here take me beer.” He offers, holding the beer out to her. “No, no, no thanks. I’m okay.”
“What about you?” He says, directing his question towards you.
“No thanks.” You muttered, wrapping your arms self consciously around yourself.
“So.. uh.” The guy chuckles, swirling the liquid around in his bottle. “You got a boyfriend back home?”
Belly awkwardly chuckles. Looking at you before turning back to the scene of people dancing and drinking beers. “Steven!” She shouts, noticing her older brother.
Steven stops, letting go of the girl’s hand he was holding. His eyes widened. “What are you doing here? A-and, what are you wearing?” He says, approaching us.
“I invited her. Who the fuck are you?” The guy from earlier asks, getting closer to Belly.
Steven rolls his eyes, stopping a few feet away from Belly. “I’m her brother. She’s 15, you pedo.”
“I-i’m almost 16.” Belly stutters, glaring at her brother.
The guy slowly backs away, looking between you and Belly. “My bad.”
“Jesus Christ.” Steven says, bewildered. “Belly what are you doing?” He grabs her arm.
She grabs yours, stabilizing herself. “Will you let go of me, please?” She begs, looking at her brother.
He ignores her, pulling her away from you. “You’re embarrassing me!” She screams, reaching out for you.
They get into a screaming match, pushing each other back and forth until Belly trips, landing in front of the very last person she wants to see.
You gasp, running towards her. You quickly help her up, watching as Conrad eyebrows furrow at the sight of you. “What is she do—“
“I thought you hated the Red Sox?” Belly says, referencing the girl that was shoving her tongue down Conrad’s throat, hat.
“Who are you?” The girl asks.
“Who are you?” Belly remarks, disgust evident on her face and in her voice. She folds her arms, looking at you with a quirked eyebrow.
“Nicole. Conrad and I went to the deb ball last summer.” Nicole spoke.
“It was after you guys left to take Steven to look at colleges.” Conrad said.
“I thought you said that deb balls were bullshit and all debs are sheep?”
“I didn’t— you’re such a brat!” Conrad huffs.
“You’re an asshole!” Belly remarks.
“Belly!” Jeremiah shouts, running towards her and giving her a side hug. His eyes land on you, immediately widening with surprise and excitement. “And you brought Y/N! Great. We can all hang out together guys!” He exclaims.
“I’m about to take them home.” Steve says, looking between you and Belly.
“Wha—“ You start.
“Yeah, we’re leaving.” Steven speaks.
“Okay, Steven. Chill out. Come on. Go hang out with Shayla or something.” Jeremiah says.
Shayla takes the hint. “Let’s go. Come on.” She begs him, grabbing his hand.
Steven gives in, giving the both of you a pointed look. “Fine, you two— stay right here and don’t talk to anybody.”
You wanted to slap him so hard. Who did he think he was? He wasn’t your brother. And he wasn’t the boss of you. Why did he treat you like a little kid when you barely met… today? You hardly knew him.
You start pointing your finger at him accusingly, getting rid to jab him in the chest with it. “Okay, you can sh—“
Jeremiah grabs your wrist. “Okay. All right, chill.”
Steven sighs, rubbing his face. Shayla grabs his hand, dragging him away before things could escalate.
“Fuck you!” Both you and Belly scream in unison, her flipping him the bird. The both of you erupt in giggles.
“Wow!” Jeremiah says, stunned. His hand was still latched onto your wrist. “Look for one, I’m really happy you guys are here.”
“Jeremiah!” A girl shouts from behind him. He looks back, quickly looking at the two of you. “Okay, I will be right back.” He says, letting his hand linger on your wrist before finally letting go and rushing back to the girl.
Your face scrunched up in disgust. Of course he had a girlfriend.
A whole bunch of profanities spill from Belly’s mouth before she grabs your hand, leading you a short distance away from the party.
The both of you sit down. “Well… that was fun.” You say, throwing a rock you found.-1
“That was embarrassing.” Belly groaned, looking back at Conrad.
You shrug, leaning back to lay on the sand. You knew there would be sand in your hair until you took a shower, but you could care less.
“You should’ve seen the look on his face. He looked so pissed.” You say, looking up at the dark sky.
Belly doesn’t say anything, instead she stares ahead, bringing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
“Flavia?” A guy says, immediately catching her attention. “Hi.” He says, waving.
You looked up at him.
“It’s me, Sextus.”
Belly scoffs. “What did you say to me?”
“No,no,no— it’s sex-tus. From seventh grade Latin convention?” He pauses. “You’re Flavia, right? You placed second in the poem recitation.”
Belly laughs, the memories flooding her mind. “Yeah!”
They continue to make small talk before he gives you a small wave and plops himself in between you guys, separating you and Belly.
They then started rambling about different things, laughing and giggling. You just ignored them hoping that he would leave, but he didn’t. It wasn’t until he offered Belly his sweater that you felt like an intruder.
You stood up, dusting the sand off your shorts before you mumbled out an excuse, walking towards the party before they got a chance to reply.
You walked around for a bit, trying to pass time. You soon grabbed a beer from a cooler, trying to calm your nerves. You spit it out almost immediately, coughing your guts out.
Jeremiah suddenly appears from behind you, chuckling. and patting your back. “Woah, there.” He hands you a water bottle. You snatch it, opening it before chugging it down, the cool liquid soothing your burning throat.
“Never had beer before?” He asked, squinting his eyes as you drank the rest of the liquid, handing him the empty water bottle.
You wipe your mouth. “I’ve had beer— just, that shit.” You hold up the beer bottle. “Is gross. And it’s warm.”
He smiles, looking around you quickly. “Where’s Belly?” He asked, concern written across his face.
You nod in the direction of Belly. “With some guy.”
Jeremiah looks back, watching as Belly laughs.
“What’s your problem man?”
“It’s one beer. Relax”
And there he was. Conrad Fisher arguing with the guy from earlier that was hitting on Belly.
Jeremiah drops his cup, rushing by you.
“Just give him the beer.”
“Stop, you’re drunk!” Nicole shouted, latching onto Conrad’s arm. He pushes her off. “No— I’m fine. I’m fine!”
“You’re not taking my beer.”
“Relax, it’s one fucking beer!”
Belly starts running towards them, hoping to stop them before a fight broke out but she get’s hit in the process. The gas stations guy’s elbow hitting her temple.
She shrieks, falling to the ground, again, with a soft thud. “Belly—“
Jeremiah rushes to her aid, helping her up and checking her soon-to-be-bruised temple.
The boys continue to push each other back and forth, throwing a few punches at each other.
You just stood a few feet away, watching. You really wished you had a bucket of popcorn, maybe a drink too. Pepsi? Nah… Sprite? Maybe… definitely not the mcdonald’s spr—
“Cops!” Someone screams causing everyone to panic. Some people froze in fear, others ran. Some even tripped. It looked like an apocalypse, people were rushing by you, shoving you in the process.
You fell to the ground, the car lights blinding you. You yelped as someone stepped on your hand.
You held your other hand up, trying to spot Belly or Jeremiah. Just someone you knew.
There was no sight of them. You instead spotted a cop walking your way so you got up and ran as fast as you could. You didn’t know where you were going, but you were sure that you didn’t want to get arrested. So you ran, and ran, until you were just by the water. No cops, no bonfires, and no people.
You reached up, trying to run your hand through your hair but an extreme amount of pain hit you, and it was all coming from your hand. You looked down, shrieking. It looked purple and yellow and looked 3 times bigger than your other hand.
Did you break it? What does a broken hand look like? Does it look like this? Would you have to cut it off? Be handless? Would you die?
You were freaking out to say the least, your hand looked like a marshmallow. Just… nasty looking.
Tears started running down your face at the thought of being lost. You were overreacting, but this was your first time in the cousins. Belly was the one who lead you guys over here, she knew this place like the back of her hand. You on the other hand, had no clue where you were.
You should’ve just stayed at the house. What if you didn’t let Belly in? What if you just ignored her knock? What if you didn’t suggest walking to the stupid bonfire?
And now because of your stupid actions, you were stranded with a broken hand and mascara running down your face.
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Straykids 9th member
Word count: 1,8K
pairing: skz x 9th member f!reader
warnings: jealous af,crying,heartbreak,overthinking,angst,loud,screaming,touching by strangers,clubbing, night, curse,fighting,blood, toxicif there’s more lmk
Genre: fluff
🎬Summary: Sarang sneak in the middle of the night out to go clubbing with friend but the evenening didn’t end very well….
Alone in the club
Sarang and the members with whom she shared a room sat relaxed on the sofa. Their shared dorm included Lee Know, Bangchan, Hyunjin and Felix, all of whom were extremely protective. Sarang always had the impression that her brother (Jungkook) had instructed them to take care of her, but she never had concrete evidence of this. Although she had been boxing for 10 years and even sent guys to the ground with a single kick in front of them, they remained extremely protective. Her vigilance extended to always knowing where she was and with whom. Sarang could only go to people she already knew.
While they were sitting together on the sofa, the ringtone of Sarang's phone broke through the silence. It was Yuna from Itzy, Sarang's best friend. Lee Know asked who was on the phone and Sarang answered him. Yuna invited Sarang to stay in her dorm. Sarang glanced at Bangchan.
Sarang: Can I sleep in the Itzy-Dorm tonight?
Hyunjin looked skeptical.
Bangchan: Why?
Sarang: We just want to spend some time together.
Bangchan: Who will come along and what are you up to?
Sarang: Just me. We want to bake something, watch a movie, just relaxed things.
Bangchan: When will you come back?
Sarang: Since it will be an overnight stay, I think tomorrow after breakfast.
Bangchan: Okay...
Bangchan looked at Lee Know to see what he thought of the idea.
Lee Know: I think that's okay. We can let her go.
Bangchan: Okay, I'll drive you in an hour.
Sarang went upstairs to pack her things: toothbrush, skin care, pajamas. After getting ready, she waited a while before going back down and looking for Bangchan. Chan saw her and got the car keys. On the way there, the mood was kind of strange; they didn't speak and just stared at the street. Then Bangchan broke through the silence and asked Sarang if she knew the rules. Sarang nodded. Then Bangchan stopped, they had arrived. He waited until she was in the house, then he drove away.
Arriving in the Itzy-Dorm, Sarang greeted the members. Lia sat on the sofa, Chaeryeong cooked, and Sarang hugged Yuna and Yeji. Ryujin was in the toilet.
Yuna: Oh my God, is Bangchan still like that? I could hear his question through the speaker.
Yeji: Girls, they are so toxic. Why can't they just trust you?
Sarang sighed and looked at them. She asked what they were up to.
Lia: Clubbing!!
Sarang looked confused and was shocked by what she had just heard.
Sarang: Wait, really?
Sarang knew how her members would react to it, but they don't have to know about it, do they? Sarang was very excited.
Chaeryeong: I have this dress for you.
Sarang looked at it. It was purple , very short, the back was open, in the front there was a deep neckline that showed her chest, it even had a slit on the leg, it was really revealing.
Everyone got ready with hair, make-up and clothes. They all wore high heels and an elegant coat, they even had everything you needed for yourself. After 2 hours of preparation, it was already dark.
Yuna got the car and they drove to the next club. After 2 hours they were all on the dance floor drinking alcohol. Sarang remembered not to get too drunk so that she could drive everyone back safely. She saw that Ryujin and a random boy even went upstairs. Some random guys even touched your waist to get your attention. You looked at her, and there were actually two guys who touched you all the time.
San saw that and knew you didn't want that.
Sarang: I don't want you, I'll hurt you if you don't stop.
The two boys started laughing: Oh, how sweet, the little princess is angry now.
Sarang went into position, and one of the two boys also went into position. The moment he went into position, Sarang jumped into the air, made a role in the air, kicked him directly into the stomach. He choked on blood, and then he was unconscious on the ground.
Everyone on the dance floor stopped and stood around you. Some people even started filming and cheered you.
He was still unconscious, and the other said in front of you.
Sarang went back into position.
The guy puched her a few times directly against her head and in her face , and she hit him directly on the jaw. It made a sound, she thought she had broken it. She kicked him in the stomach three times in a row, which broke one of his ribs
He was also unconscious and fell to the ground.
Everyone cheered and clapped for her, and now it’s time for a little break ist time for you’re anti delulu pills ready? Ok we’re moving on !
San finally recognized sarang and went to the crowd to her.
While doing so sarang got suddenly really dizzy and her vision got bad.
Everything were so lought she head a loud beep sound in her head and held her hands against her head out of pain and got on her knees.
Everything were so blurry.
Finally San were infront of her and berry worried.
He instantly got on his knees and looked to her to see what’s wrong.
He picks her from the floor and took her infront of the door.
He checked her with worry in his eyes.
She didn’t looked good at all.
She were red and trembling he could even hear her heartbeat.
San put her in his car and drove very fast to their dorm.
It were about 6am and he keep punching hard against the door with sarang in his arms.
Bangchan opened it with sleepy eyes Chan's eyes widened. He could instantly tell that something was wrong.
"What the hell happened to you two? Let me take a look at you."
He says, with a bit of concern in his voice.
Chan seems concerned for your well-being and quickly inspects the damage. He notices that you have a broken nose and youre bleeding from your lips and nose.
San : I saw her in the club breaking down. She is trembling, red and can’t hear or see you actuall good
Chan looks at you with a worried expression, as he notices your friend's concerns. He walks over to where you are standing and puts a protective arm around you, while giving your best friend a stern look.
"Thank you for bringing her home safely, San. It's okay, you can stay here with us tonight."
Chan says, reassuring you. He then turns his attention to you once again, his gaze sharp and piercing.
"Now, what the hell happened to you? Why are you so beat up?" He asks in a harsh tone.
sarang were unconscious
"Sarang! Wake up! Are you okay?"
Chan says, with an increasing worried tone in his voice. He walks over to you and places his hands under your arms, carefully picking you up and laying you down on the couch. He checks your pulse and feels your forehead, checking your temperature. He continues to try and get you to wake up, but you are still unconscious.
"San, get me a damp towel and a bucket of ice cold water. Quickly."
San: I think someone put something in her drink I just saw her on the floor and …
"Quickly! Just get me the damn towel and ice cold water."
Chan says with a sharp tone, his expression quickly turning from worry to anger. He continues to try and wake you up, trying to shake and jostle you around, hoping that you would become responsive again. However, you are still unconscious.
"God damn it! Stay with me, Sarang!"
He says with a growing frustration and worry.
San did what he says and bought the things he needed
Chan takes the wet towel and starts wiping your face with it, trying to get you to become responsive once again. However, you are still unconscious and remain that way, your head still resting on his lap. Chan is getting increasingly frustrated, and his anger is still present in his tone.
"Wake up, Sarang."
He says, with a stern and demanding tone.
Sarang Eyes started to open slowly she is still trembling
Chan notices your eyes begin to open, and his expression softens a bit. He puts the damp towel down, and his voice becomes more gentle and comforting.
"That's it, Sarang. Can you hear me? It's okay, you're safe now. What happened? How are you feeling?" Chan asks slowly and softly, hoping to get some sort of response from you.
Sarang looked first at her hands then at him her vision is very blurry
Chan notices your disoriented state and looks down at you, his expression becoming one of worry again. He places his fingers under your chin and tilts your head up, so that he can look at you properly.
"That's it. Can you see better now? Take deep breaths. It's okay, you're safe now."
Chan says, his comforting tone still present in his voice. He smiles at you, trying to reassure you that everything is alright.
I …. I were at the club there were those two guys who keep touching me so I… so I knocked them both on the floor but first he kicked me hard directly against my had and everything were so loud and blurry..
Chan looks down at you with growing concern, as you tell him what happened. He takes your hand and rubs your back, gently patting it to console you.
"It's okay. You're safe now. Just take deep breaths. Everything's still a bit hazy for you right now but it'll go back to normal soon."
He says, his tone becoming more soothing. He leans down to you, giving you a quick, soft kiss on your forehead, just to reassure and comfort you.
Fantastic
"Shhh. It's okay, Sarang. You don't need to talk at the moment, I just want you to fully recover and rest. Don't worry about the guys that assaulted you. I will take care of them eventually."
Chan says, with a protective and reassuring tone in his voice. He then gets up from the couch, his expression becoming more stern and determined. He walks over to a table and grabs a bottle of water, before returning to the couch and handing it to you.
"Here, drink this."
Chan's eyes widen as you explain what happened, a look of concern and understanding spreading across his face. He takes a deep breath, nodding his head in understanding.
"You see, this is why I'm always telling you to stay away from those bad crowds. It's not a safe environment for you there... I just want you to stay safe and avoid any danger, you know?" he says, his calm and gentle voice returning.
He wipes a few stray tears running down your cheeks, before gently leaning down and kissing your forehead.
Bangchan: we will speak tomorrow with Lee know, Felix and hyunjin about why you even were in a club.
Bangchan sights.
Bangchan: we will all got to bed now ok?
Bye
Love y’all
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SECRETS REVEALED ; written by kategables
warnings : grammatical errors ahead, small texts, spelling mistakes, english is not my mother tongue, lowercase intended.
enjoy reading!!
you and Steve have been together for almost four months now and the relationship is strong, the only problem is that it’s private, no one really knows except you two and robin. it’s not that he didn’t want his reputation ruined, he’s already out of high school but because you guys were a huge deal to everyone, you were enemies ‘til one night at some dudes party and that’s where you two..you know. and ever since then you guys have kept it low-key. and today you have planned to meet him on his house to stay over for the night.
as you walked into steves’ house, you didn’t bother to knock on the door and just opened it. as the opening of the door was heard, five heads turned to your direction, they seemed shocked the moment they saw you, Dustin made a face before speaking. “did someone invite y/n?” he said in a confused tone, you quickly made a stupid excuse in your mind. “o-oh uh..harringtons’ sister wanted me to come over..” you said with an awkward smile, your mind mentally screaming at you because then you just realized he doesn’t have a sister.
“sister? Harrington has a sister?” Eddie then spoke up, you were standing still awkwardly waiting for Steve to be in the room wondering where he is.
“oh uh–”
“yes yes! she’s from uh..–” robin stopped for a moment to think, trying to help you get away from this situation.
“california!” you both said in unison ending it with an awkward laugh. “okay, so where is she?” max said in a serious tone with Lucas sitting next to her. “steve said no one was here so unless she doesn’t exist or she got killed by vecna.” maxs’ sarcastic remark made me look at robin as he looked back at me with a “now what do we do?!” I let out a sigh when suddenly Steve stepped in the room.
“sorry for taking so long, I had to find something that could show off my charm.” he said before looking up and suddenly caught off guard. “uhh, what is she doing here?” he said in a confused tone, trying to play it off when in reality he’s longing to run to you after not seeing you for two days.
“we were gonna ask you that.” they all said at the same time, their attention turning from you to steve, all confused.
“steve, I have a question for you.” max asked in a tone we couldn’t seem to make out. “uhh, sure..” he responded before sitting down on the couch.
AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST STAND HERE?? you thought to yourself, you finally stepped closer to the couch and sat down on the very edge beside Eddie. why are they even here? you thought to yourself.
“when was the last time you took a shower?”
“this morning..”
“where did you work at the mall?”
“scoops ahoy” Steve was still confused what all of these questions were for.
“do you have a dog?”
“no”
“who’s my brother?”
“billy”
“do you have a sister?” shit.
“no”
“aha!” Dustin shouted as if he just won the lottery, everyone was now looking at you while you looked at steve and robin for help.
“well, maybe robin can explain why i’m here..” you awkwardly chuckled before giving robin the ‘look’ and then looking back to steve.
“actually, no, let’s just forget–”
“Y/N AND STEVE ARE IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP AND THEY ONLY TOLD ME BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH SCARED TO TELL ALL OF YOU SINCE YOU GUYS WOULD PROBABLY MAKE A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT AND THEY DON’T WANT THAT, THEY LIKE THEIR FLIRTING AND BOOBIE TOUCHING IN PRIVATE.” before Steve could even finish his sentence, robin started rambling with her eyes closed, ratting you and steve out.
you mentally slapped your forehead in disappointment and embarrassment, now slowly getting up and trying to walk out the front door while others was still trying to process what was happening but of course, max was quick with it.
“hold on, stay where you are y/n.” max said not even looking at you. turning your head to look at steve who was now standing there with his hands on his hips and shooting daggers at robin.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THEY’RE BOTH DATING, I KNEW IT. MAX YOU OWE ME 20 DOLLARS.”
‘so Dustin did infact win something..’ you said in your head
“y/n, steve, you owe me money.” max said in somewhat an angry but also about to laugh tone while looking at you and steve.
“yieeeeeeeeee, probably both of them fight in front of us, screaming at each other but in bed they’re screaming for–” before eddie could even finish teasing, you grabbed his hair and gave him a warning look.
“ow..I think you got used to doing that to harrington.” he teased again.
“SHUT UP, EDDIE” your voice raised while the others were still laughing, along with Steve.
“well, that cat’s out of the bag now, maybe you guys should leave and we can plan our hangout again tomorrow.” steve suggested as the group groaned.
“fine fine, but harrington, if you do hurt y/n in anyway, i will cut off your hair while you’re sleeping.” eddie threatened, looking at steve and leaving out the front door.
once everyone was finally outside and you two were left alone, you both took steps towards each other before laughing your butts off.
well, their reactions was better than you expected.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#foryou#steve harrington imagine#stranger things#fanfic#steve harrington blurb#secrets#short fanfic#eddie munson#max mayfield
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X- Beel/Fluff, pls?
Of course!! Anything for the big boi💖
Prompt: X- X-ray
Pairing: Beelzebub x gn!reader
Genre: Fluff
Though he’s the biggest of his brothers, Beelzebub is actually a gentle giant. He’s slow to anger and always puts your safety first, however accidents do happen.
Occasionally he’ll forget you stayed the night with him and accidentally roll over on top of you, quickly rolling off when he hears you squeak underneath him. A few times he’s forgotten how small you are compared to him and hugged you just a little too tight.
However nothing will ever compare to the time he sent you to the hospital for a possibly broken arm.
The whole thing happened just like in one of those cheesy tv shows. It was a nice day outside so you, Mammon and Beel had gone out into the garden to enjoy the fresh air.
You were sitting off to the side watching the brothers mess around, Beel was teaching Mammon the basics of Fangol, it was rather entertaining honestly.
You watched Mammon face plant for the third time and then try to play it off as a planned move. As he and Beel were deep in an argument over what classified as “cheating”, you heard a small noise to your left.
It sounded like a small animal crying inside one of the many bushes in the garden, you got up and followed the sound only to find a small bird whose leg was wrapped in a thin vine.
You crouched down, reached in to carefully untangle it’s leg, watched it hop out of the bush and fly off. Proud of your good deed, you stood up to return to the brothers little scrimmage.
What you didn’t know was that while you were playing bird rescue, Beel had been showing Mammon how to actually throw the ball and not hit a window or door. Mammon had perfected his throw but over shot just a hair and launched the ball in your current direction.
Beel was too focused on catching to notice you had moved from your previous spot, you turned just in time to see his massive figure closing in on you but it was far too late.
Beel caught the ball and then collided with you immediately after. The air left your body on impact, you put your hands out to stop your fall and that was your mistake.
The scream that left you scared every demon on the block. Lucifer came running out of the house to see Mammon and Beel frantically trying to figure out if you were okay. You claimed to be fine but winced in pain any time you moved your left arm.
Lucifer had insisted you get checked out, humans are fragile compared to demons after all, and sent his rowdy brothers with you. Beelzebub was on the verge of tears the entire time, blaming himself for almost killing you. It didn’t get any better after your visit either.
“It’s my fault! I should’ve been paying more attention to you!” Beelzebub sat on the floor next to the couch crying, his head in your lap and staring at the photo of your X-ray in his hand.
“Beel it’s okay, it was an accident! I should’ve been paying attention also.” You tried to soothe him. Running your fingers through his hair as he continued to sob.
“No it’s not okay! I broke you!” He cried before burying his face in your thighs.
“Beel please,” you chuckled lightly “you didn’t break me, it’s just a fractured wrist! I’ll be okay in a few weeks or so. Even if you did break me, I couldn’t stay mad at you, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”
“You promise?” Beel looked you at you, eyes glossy from tears and bottom lip quivering.
“Yes, I promise,” you planted a gentle kiss on his forehead “besides we can blame Mammon for his bad throw.”
“HEY!” The second born called from the hallway. “I HEARD THAT!”
#obey me#obey me shall we date#omswd#obey me beelzebub#obey me mc#obey me fanfic#obey me beelzebub x reader#obey me beel#obey me beel x reader#obey me beel fluff#kats 200+ event
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Oh hell yeah!
I’d love to have some angst Nancy x reader thing where they’re complete polar opposites of each other, which leads them to think that they cannot stand each other.
Maybe Nancy is the first one to break out of this? Maybe because reader does something that Nancy would’ve thought was completely out of character for them?
Thanks! Love your works!
yes omfg. i ❤️ nancy wheeler with all my heart.
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no fuckin way!
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summary: you and nancy are complete opposites. she despises you. but when you risk your life to save her, maybe you’re not so bad.
pairings: nancy wheeler x fem!munson reader. (idk i just thought that would fit, being complete opposites)
warnings: injury
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“guys i think something’s wrong.” nancy says after literally seeing steve harrington get YANKED THE FUCK under water by something,
“really?” you ask innocently, to which nancy nods, “no fuckin way!” you smile sarcastically which earns a chortle from your brother, and an eye roll from nancy.
“girls you’re both pretty, but dear steve just got snatched, so can we figure out a plan?” robin awkwardly breaks the tension,
“it’s not my fault she’s being a bitch!” nancy exclaims,
“oh-ho! that’s real fuckin rich coming from nancy wheeler.”
“knock it off you guys,” eddie cuts in,
“i’m going to see if steve’s okay, stay here.” nancy demands,
“goodbye princess,” you say sarcastically, waving your fingers. nancy dives underwater and you, eddie, and robin sit there for a good 2 minutes.
“hey do you uh,” you stammer, “you think she’s okay?”
“what you worried about her?” eddie teases,
“it’s not funny eds, she’s been down there awhile.” you respond seriously which makes eddie realize you actually care,
“it’s only been 2 minutes, y/n she’s fine.”
“30 more seconds and i’m going down there.” you promise,
“what?“ eddie looks at you, “you’re not going down there.”
“oh really?” you say standing up on the boat rocking it a bit, “try me.” you start taking off your shoes,
“y/n that’s not funny sit back do-“ too late. you dived in after nancy, the girl who hated your guts. the feeling was mutual you couldn’t complain, but if she died your brother would be to blame. so down you go, you see a faint red light coming from below, you swim farther down and something grabs onto your ankle pulling you down, hard. you try to scream, which wasn’t fucking smart at all as water is now getting in your lungs. but suddenly, you slam into a cold hard ground. groaning as you stand up you hear screaming,
“STEVE!” it was nancy, you turn to look where the voice is coming from, and he was getting choked by some weird ass thing with a tail. you grab an oar that’s on the ground next to you and run towards him, (hearing two other groans from beside you but you dgaf steve the hair harrington is getting choked by an inter-dimensional bat) beating the bat off, steve stands up and grabs it by its tail, steps on it and rips it in half. you get to nancy’s side,
“oh my fucking god, are you okay?” you pant,
“what?” she says, genuinely confused why you’re asking her if she’s okay,
“are you okay? you didn’t get bit or anything did you?”
“what?” she repeats, “n-no i didn’t. why are you all down here? i told you guys to stay up there!”
“we were going to BUT y/n here decided to jump off after you being down here for 2 minutes and check on you!” eddie says annoyed, to which you flip him the bird with a sweet smile,
“you act like you didn’t just come in your pants seeing harrington rip that bat in half!”
eddie shuts up quickly after this,
“seriously though, you okay wheeler?”
"ye-yeah i'm fine," she takes a breath in, "i'm fine, did you really come down here to check on me?" nancy asks with a confused face,
"i know you think i'm a piece of shit but I'm not that bad."
"yeah, yeah you aren't."
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