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fraugwinska · 7 days

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You know what I'd like to read? Goofy ass Alastor. Him and reader just bonding through being partners in crime. The crime in question? Silly pranks on other hotel guests. They can be painfully cringe and only funny to them. Because you know. Boredom. Make them friends, make them sweethearts, make it somehow end in smut ( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )- idc. You do you, Gwinska!

I just want some strawberry pimp shenanigans!

My inspiration for that exquisite prompt?

This: https://www.instagram.com/p/C5SIGvCg91j/?igsh=cmF5cjc5Znlpdnhu

Hello there, patient frauchen! Boy, you had me sweating here! But alas, I did it and I think it's safe to say - I got all your wishes covered ;> This one's for my adult sinners only! Sorry Minors, please DNI!

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Joke's On You

Everyone at the Hazbin Hotel knew that Alastor loved silly, dumb pranks.

The radio demon would set Charlie in a panic, rushing in her office to tell her that there was water running down the freshly renovated staircase - only for her and a similar panicking Vaggie to find bottles of water in shoes placed on the steps, groaning at the delighted chuckle from the shadows at the top of them. Morning coffees and stomachs were ruined by Alastor one day, switching the contents of the salt and the sugar jars and in having half of the residents hurl into the sink at once. You were one of those unfortunate souls, the only one laughing maniacally at the whole ordeal as you spat out salty saliva.

Because what they didn't know was that you were just as bad. Maybe even worse.

A few weeks had gone by since you checked in, and you watched Alastor with impish glee as he planned out and executed his tricks on the crew, including you. In contrast to the exhausted, annoyed reactions from the other residents, you always laughed, chuckled or giggled at the outcome - leaving him always in between confused and delighted.

Until one day. Emboldened and settled in enough, you decided the day has come for you to join in on the fun. Prepared with a dry noodle in your mouth, you asked Vaggie after breakfast to help you crack your back, watching Alastor from the corner of your eye, who sat at the table still reading his newspaper. As he looked up after turning a page and Vaggie obliged, hooking her arms into yours and bending forward, you bit down. The sound of the cracking noodle and your fake scream made Vaggie and the rest of the residents jump in shock and Alastor nearly double over, howling with laughter. You couldn't hold it together, showing her the cracked noodle and cackled madly while Vaggie, comforted by a nervous but relieved looking Charlie, just shook her head exasperated and groaned. "Great, another one who thinks this shit is funny." You apologized, still chuckling, as your eyes found Alastor's, and his wide smile and mischievous glint in his eyes told you that this was the beginning of a beautiful partnership.

It wasn't long until the both of you became fast friends, partners in crime.

After the whole noodle debacle, the two of you spent more and more time together, coming up with stupid ideas on what to do to the poor crew. Your first idea was a rather simple one: Replace the Alcohol in Husks bar with various other liquids. You and Alastor had a grand time switching vodka with water, red wine with beet juice and whiskey with apple cider vinegar. Alastor had his fun observing the results, especially Husks reaction. It wasn't pretty, to say the least. The cat had a breakdown when he smelled the vinegar in his usual drink, shouting curses at the deer who joined in your hysterical giggling. You patted the coughing cat on his back and handed him a new bottle of cheap booze as compensation.

Niffty was next, her sweet tooth was just too exploitable. While you prepared the very special 'surprise' cake, a balloon, hidden under a mass of frosting, high and pretty and covered in sprinkles, Alastor coaxed her into cutting a piece. "Come on now, Niffty, a small bite wouldn't hurt! You have to try the cake, my dear. We worked so hard on it, I assure you that you will like it!". She was hesitant at first, but as he promised her another one later, she couldn't resist the temptation and cut herself a piece, not noticing the grin on Al's face. The high shriek at the pop of the balloon was almost as hilarious as her face, covered in cream and colorful specks of reds, yellows and blues. The both of you couldn't stop laughing for minutes, and after Niffty calmed down enough, she took the joke in good fun and happily munched on the cupcake you had given her while Alastor and you cleaned her up, exchanging bemused looks.

After finding an exact copy of the remote control of the hotels' TV set on one of your outings, Alastor had the most wonderful idea to mess with the newest guest, Sir Pentious, who had claimed the TV in the lobby every evening to watch his favorite soap opera together with his egg companions. You both hid, the spare remote ready, waiting patiently until the snake had his show on and made himself comfortable on the sofa. You began to change the channels, and every time the Egg Bois hopped over to the TV to manually return to their show, you let them, waiting until everyone was once again settled before you switched the channel again. The villainous overlord hissed in rising anger, the sound of him slamming the original remote on the floor and yelling about the 'incompetence of these damn VoxTech devices' almost as satisfying as his face when Alastor took the remote from your hand, winking, and changed it right back, snickering as he did.

You continued to play your little tricks on everyone, although you made sure you always made it up to the recipients of your shenanigans. You felt a weird sense of pride and satisfaction seeing that Alastor didn't seem to mind having a partner in crime for a change. You didn't know much about him before, but the others told you that Alastor wasn't exactly known for making friends and having close relationships, and it warmed your heart knowing that he opened up a little bit and enjoyed the time he spent with you.

You also enjoyed the time you spent with him, not only because of the mischief you two brought upon the crew, but also just because you enjoyed his presence and company. He was witty, clever and had a wonderful, contagious laugh. And his smile. When he smiled at you, you would feel warm and giddy and you felt like you were the luckiest person in hell to be able to witness the joyful look on his face, to see his ears wiggle the peculiar way they did when your pranks played out exactly as he planned them to.

***

You turned the page of your book, still giggling. Alastor smiled, his legs suavely crossed as he leaned back in the comfy chair across from you, his own book forgotten and abandoned on his lap.

"I still can't believe you made me prank the literal king of hell.", you said, a hand covering your mouth in a useless attempt to stifle your laugh.

Alastor grinned. "And I can't believe you managed to hold yourself together, darling - yet, you did, splendidly might I add. His highness didn't suspect a thing."

Indeed, you best prank yet was a great success. After endless convincing you gave in to Alastor's idea of switching Lucifer's favorite treat of the day, his beloved caramel apples, out with onions. He had stood watch as you worked in the kitchen all through the night, meticulously covering every square inch of the white, smelly bulbs with a thick layer of homemade, glossy caramel so to not leave even an inkling of the mischief underneath. You didn't want to risk being found out, after all. The result was a tray full of gorgeous, golden, sticky caramelized onions that Lucifer didn't hesitate a single second to take a big bite out of when you - admittedly very nervously – offered them to him, his content hum at the taste quickly changing to one of surprise and revulsion as he gagged and coughed out pieces of the deceptive treat.

"He was really sweet about the whole ordeal, too. I wonder if my 'Apology Apple Pie' was the reason he was so quick to forgive us." You closed the book and put it on the table next to you, shifting and pulling the fuzzy blanket higher over your legs. The library was your and Alastors favorite hangout, usually being empty and abandoned, and it was also the place where the two of you would spend hours and hours together, reading, talking, scheming.

"He forgave you, darling. He still hates me down to his bones.", Alastor corrected you with a sly smirk. "But no doubt about the exquisite quality of that pie, dearest! I had a slice myself, it was delicious! A fine work, as expected from my best gal."

You chuckled, cheeks heating up at the praise. "So, what now? I think we got them all good by now, haven't we?"

Alastor's eyes were still on you as he pondered for a moment. "There's still our amorous arachnid to be played a fool, he has been quite elusive to our trickery."

"Angel is a hard nut to crack", you smiled to yourself, "There's not much that can rattle him. We would have to think about something major, something that really shocks him and truly makes him question everything he thinks is true and real in his life."

"Now there's a challenge." Alastor put his chin on his knuckles as he leaned onto the armrest of his seat. He closed his eyes, the little tell tale static from his chest permeating the air around him, indicating he was thinking intently. You couldn't help but smile as you studied his sharp features. A strange warm flutter tickled your stomach. "That lanky sinner has quite the filthy mind. It would have to be quite the filthy endeavor..."

"Ha, wouldn't that be something he would not see coming from Mr. Celibate - his words not mine!", you snorted, remembering all the times ANgel made fun of Alastor's obvious disinterest in anything sexual or 'filthy'.

"Indeed." He opened one of his eyes, looking over to you while he hummed quietly. "I'm thinking, dearest. What would shock and confuse our dear fellow the most, I ask, than the thought of you and I ... dallying? No doubt his world would crumble."

You furrowed your brow. "Dallying?" You thought you didn't hear him right, utterly lost at his growing grin.

***

You were fidgeting with the loose thread of your sweater as you waited in the supply closet for Alastor to return. It was a decent sized space, stacked with spare sheets, cleaning supplies and a lot of various things that were used or needed throughout the hotel. It was the perfect location for your newest prank, away from any prying or judgmental eyes - as long as no one was wandering through the hallway, except of course, for the intended victim: Angel.

"Dearest, we got the first act running along smoothly, and now, it's time for act two!". With a hushed click the door fell shut, and your heart gave a wild thump of excitement. You shifted slightly as you heard him slip next to you in the dim darkness, turning up the act and forcing a smile that was hopefully bright enough to distract him from the redness of your cheeks and the quick beat of your heart.

The last days were filled with what Alastor had called 'prep work'. His plan: Getting Angel to think you and Alastor would do 'the deed', an attempt to shatter his world view and really get under his skin. So, the both of you played it up by the daily, and whenever you were in the vicinity of the spider demon, you had been underhandedly seductive, upped on flirty comments, subtle touches and some of the worst, most suggestive innuendos you had ever made and had to hold a cringing chuckle every time you saw Alastor's comically pained expression when his back was turned to a more and more confused looking Angel.

Today would be the final part of the plan. Hidden in the supply closet, you and Alastor would wait for Angel to pass the room on his way back from the hotel's gym, as he always did on fridays, unaccompanied and ready to hear your and the radio demons carefully conducted script - something so utterly lewd that it would probably even make his boss Valentino blush. The key, in Alastor's words, was to deliver your fake sexual activities just loud enough so that he would walk past and listen and - well, you guessed you were supposed to shock him to the core.

"My shadows told me he's about to exit the gym. So, are you ready, sweetheart?", Alastor spoke with a wicked, glowing grin as you eyed the door, listening for the soft shuffle and clunking footsteps. "Showtime. Now..." His voice was low, almost sultry in its timber and proximity. You could barely react, and even though you felt nervous, you closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself enough to remember what you had to say.

The footsteps were getting louder, and you took a deep breath before shooting Alastor a glance, sly smile in place as you nodded. Go time.

"Alastor...", you sighed, almost cringing at the sound of your voice, too breathy for your own liking, and not at all sexy. This better would work... "Not here, we can't..."

"You just have to be quiet, pet...", Alastor retorted, and your face instantly burned red. It didn't sound like... that when the both of you put it into writing, not at all. Your chest clenched and heat rushed through your body, but you had to focus, had to see this through...

You struggled to hold yourself together, remembering your next line as you heard the steps outside slowing down.

"You're doing great, darling, keep it up...", he whispered, his smile tight and eyes narrow. His voice rose, making Angel on the other side of the door freeze in his steps. "Then I'll better have to keep that pretty mouth occupied."

It took all your willpower to suppress the shiver that wanted to run down your spine, instead you returned his grin with your own weak one. Keep it up echoed in your head, and you decided you were in for a penny, in for a pound: You moaned loud and sinfully while you kept your gaze locked with his before letting out a high-pitched squeak of fake-surprise, biting your lip.

You could hear Angel shuffle and listened as his ear must've neared the thin door. Your heart beat in your throat, excited to have caught both of their interests - Angel's, as well as Alastor's alike. It was as if something in the other demon snapped and he seemed to be, dare you say it, into your little act. There was a glazed over look in the crimson of his eyes, staring at you in an unreadable expression.

"My, my, aren't we eager...", Alastor mumbled, almost more to himself as his claws found their way to your hips.

"I... I'm...", you trailed off. Shit, the script, he was going off the script. What the fuck was next again?

He tilted his head slightly, pulling you closer, so close his nose bumped into yours and his lips were near enough that they nearly grazed your heated cheeks. "Al.. what are you doing?", you whispered frantically, realizing with sudden excitement the hard, long object pressing into you was NOT an ill-placed broomstick. It was like a jolt, electricity running from where his body was flush against yours, flooding your lower body and rendering you into a flustered mess. He scraped one of his claws along your throat, breathing a little to heavy to it being just an act. His hips snapped in a sudden, desperate movement, making you and him both groan at the intensity of his erection rubbing against your heated core.

Wait. His erection?

You panicked - This wasn't how this was supposed to go, but yet your traitorous body felt like it was burning hot, the sound of Alastor's strained sighs music to your ears. You wondered if he could feel the slight wetness from your core against his pants, feeling almost faint but nonetheless unreasonably aroused at the thought. His chuckle vibrated low and dark in his throat, eyes flashing as you panted helplessly against him. Your own legs began to tremble with the tension and the intensity of his movements, which now had you caged between his solid body and the wall behind you.

"I'm going to ruin you, darling...", he uttered, the pet name thick like honey leaving his lips, and you choked a breath as you moaned and felt his smile press against your jaw, traveling to your mouth, "I'm going to pick you apart, my darling dearest, and you will beg for me not to stop, never to stop until I make you forget to say anything but my name."

He was out of it. You were out of it. You forgot about the script, about the whole idea of the prank. You couldn't even care about the mumbled words that the listening Angel must've said from the other side of the door, because you were completely captured, overwhelmed by the turn of events, overwhelmed by the tall, dark demon pressed up against you who was moving his hands hungrily over your body, devouring you whole with his piercing eyes and cock throbbing against your groin, eliciting desperate whimpers with the slow movements of his hips against yours.

In a matter of seconds, Alastor had reached down to free his cock from his clothed restraints. You let out a broken whimper as he shoved up your skirt, running the smooth surface of his claw against your clothed entrance, pushing the wetness that was dripping through the thin barrier away, not a single care in the world about the sticky dampness his fingers were covered in. His mouth left yours to let his tongue lick down your neck and shoulders, teeth catching your pulse and sucking, bruising your tender skin.

“Only I am going to get to feel you, make you keen, scream and moan under my fingers and lips and cock, you hear me?”

You couldn't reply as he pushed into you, hard and in one, relentless strike. Your heart was beating impossibly fast, so fast you thought it was about to break, and the sharp pleasure mixed with pain was mind numbing and made the stars behind your shut eyes explode.

"My perfect. little. frivolous. pet."

Every word was a thrust, deeper and deeper until you couldn't take it anymore and wailed out his name in a wanton cry, so sudden and urgent that even Alastor looked shocked and ecstatic in surprise. The tension rose and exploded, and you clenched and pulsed and shivered around his shaft, feeling every inch inside of you and trying so hard to remember how to breathe. He growled into your shoulder and leaned his forehead against your neck, pulling you onto his length in sharp, hard jerks that send sparks down your body. The warmth of his cock was unreal and incredible as he stretched you again and again, a pleased hum escaping his lips and it going straight to your head.

"A-Alastor... fuck, I'm so... so close..."

His grip tightened, a vicious thrust, hitting you so deep that you threw your head back, chanting his name in desperate mewls. Every fiber of your being was tingling, an indescribable pressure building up from deep inside you, erasing your mind.

He made true to his word.

You truly forgot anything else, the only thing on your mind, his name, spilled from your lips in sync with his accelerating thrusts.

***

"I'm telling yo', they're not fucking."

Angel pulled the cat harder, almost running back to the corridor with the cursed supply closet.

"Husk, I'm a fuckin' porn actor. I know how a good shag sounds like. They're makin' the beast with two backs, and holy shit are they goin' at it."

"The beast with two back's?" Husk rolled his eyes, and groaned in exasperation as Angel jumped excitedly and shuffled the other nearer towards the closet, listening intensely.

"Don't yo' get it? It's their schtick, their sick lil' past-time-pleasure. They were bein' too quiet the last few days. And yo' falling for their dumb joke, hook, line and sinker."

Angel hesitated, eyes shifting between his grumpy looking lover and the closed door, from which he could still hear desperate moans and dull thumps. He had been so sure, but now he was uncertain. No not uncertain. He was sure.

Sure that Husk was right. Alastor and you were screwing with him, majorly so. You were playing some stupid prank on him, like you did with all the others, and now he fell for it, too! The last one standing, the only one you hadn't gotten to.

"Those sleazy, scheming bastards!"

Another loud thump made Angel turn on his heels, suddenly delighted with mischief. The last thing he heard was your voice, crying out Alastor's name in an utterly outrageous moan. He reached out in smug victory, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it with steady hands

“You prankster-bitches can cut the fuckin' act, I didn't fall for...”

A screeching, ear-ripping howl burst from the opened door. Angel shrieked in fear as black tentacles sprouted out of the frame, grabbing him and a terrified Husk, trowing them out of the corridor in a wide, long and forceful swoop. The two demons crashed against the sofas of the foyer, making them fall and tumble over. Husk groaned, fighting his way out of the mass of pillows he was buried under, while Angel was panting on the backrest of one toppled three seater, one of his hands on his heaving, fluffy chest while the other three were buried in the upholstery.

“Huh. I stand corrected.” Husk said, shaking his head at the still furiously squirming tentacles retreating into the darkness of the corridor.

“F-fucking told y-'ya!”, Angel stuttered, frozen in place. “Do me a fava', yeah? Fix me a drink so strong it makes me forget what Al's dick looks like.”

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sadhours · 25 days

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Billy and Steve kinda drunk at Tina’s stupid party, decide to smoke a j together and end up jerking each other off because you know, they’re not gay and anything more would just be too gay 😉

I really fucking love these two, thank you for this request.

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, they uh jerk each other off, it’s not gay I swear, drug and alcohol use

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“She said I’m bullshit,” Steve mumbles, “That we’re bullshit.”

Why the fuck he’s saying this to the new guy who stalked up to him with his chest puffed as their first interaction, he isn’t sure. But it’s been a few hours since Nancy basically broke up with him and left with Byers. And Steve was just gonna go home. He hadn’t drank before then, planned on staying relatively sober for the night but that went out the window when he passed a bottle of vodka on his way out. Drank about half of it before he stumbled downstairs in the basement and found who other than Billy Hargrove, Hawkins new Keg King as the fucks he used to call his friends gloated about seconds after Hargrove took the record out from under Steve.

Hargrove was by himself. Sat on the couch Tina’s mother decided was out of fashion and retired to the finished basement. Looks like it’s mostly meant for storage. Loads of boxes. Steve was coming down here to be alone. Get a second to breathe. Asked Billy what the hell he was down here for and turns out, for the same thing. Then he held up a rather fat joint and asked King Steve to join him.

Half a joint and the rest of the vodka bottle later, Steve’s venting to the new King Asshole.

“Girls’ are bullshit,” Billy says with a strained voice, holding the skunky weed smoke in his lungs. Exhales. Looks cool and it annoys Steve, cause he used to care about looking cool and he wishes that didn’t change. At least he didn’t hurt inside this much then. Billy passes the joint back, “They’re only good for one thing and honestly, they ain’t that fucking super at that either.”

Steve’s inclined to agree, mostly out of hurt. Maybe shit would’ve been easier for him if he did to Nancy what he’s done to all the other girls he’s been with. Unfortunately, he liked her.

“She wasn’t,” he huffs, “I mean— Nancy’s great.”

Billy snorts, leans back and wraps an arm around Steve’s shoulders. He smells like some musky cologne, beer and cigarettes. But Steve kind of likes looking at him and he’s not sure why.

“Bitch dumped you,” Billy whispers, leaning close to Steve like this is some big secret, “You’re allowed to be mad at her. Granted, I don’t know what the fuck you did but King Steve, you’re a senior in high school. Bitches come and go.”

Steve huffs again and sits back, ‘cause he can’t argue without explaining a whole bunch of weird, confusing shit he doesn’t even completely understand himself to a complete stranger. He rubs his palms against his eyes, wants them to stop stinging. Billy’s being nice now but again, he’s a stranger. And if Tommy’s clinging to him like a stubborn barnacle, he’s probably not all that kind. There was something in his eyes when he stared Steve down earlier that was scary. Because Steve didn’t understand it. If he wanted to kick Steve’s ass, he could’ve but he didn’t. Just stared at him like he wanted something out Steve but Steve still can’t figure out what.

“Sorry— I shouldn’t be whining about this shit to you,” Steve laughs, awkwardly, “I don’t even know you.”

“But I know you,” Billy replies with a smirk.

“Y-you do?” Steve looks back to Billy with hesitation, perhaps even a little fearful.

Billy nods slowly, lips pursed with the joint hanging from them. Plucks the paper from his lips and passes it back to Steve as he says, “You’re all these boring fucks care about. King Steve is the only thing they can talk about. Barely been here but I know all about you.”

Steve likes this fact but he also feels guilty that he likes that, because he isn’t supposed to care about the whole popularity thing anymore. He even blushes hearing it, shakes his head and takes the joint. Takes a small pull and passes it back because he’s already too stoned and school’s gonna be hell tomorrow.

“Yikes,” he says and Billy laughs, cruel and deep in his belly and it makes Steve feel uneasy. But he likes sitting on this couch down here, hidden behind stacks of boxes. Labeled things like XMAS DECORATIONS and TINA’S SUMMER CLOTHES.

“They like you still,” Billy whispers, smoothes his fingers down the back of Steve’s neck. Gives him chills but he doesn’t move.

“Wanna forget about her?” Billy asks then, “Just for right now?”

“Yes,” Steve chokes out in spite of how his brain’s firing off about how this is weird and he should be getting home. But mom and dad are out of town again. And he does wanna forget about Nancy. Wants to get this hurt out of his chest.

Billy’s hand drops to Steve’s lap, he pulls another drag from the joint and exhales the smoke in Steve’s face. His hands barely moving but Steve can feel it. And maybe it’s the smoke making his head feel all fuzzy and his body feel all warm. His dick’s getting hard. Because Billy Hargrove is feeling him up over his Levi’s.

His palm pushes a little harder on Steve’s crotch, his eyes look straight ahead as he finishes off the joint. Pinches the cherry between his fingers before he tosses it to the floor. Steve watches it and then looks straight ahead like Billy does. Next, Billy grabs Steve’s wrist and pulls his hand to Billy’s tight jeans. Drops it in his lap. And Steve’s filled with a curiosity he’s never felt before. He starts rubbing Billy’s crotch. He kind of wants to look at Billy’s face but he’s scared to. Keeps his eyes trained on a rolled up rug in the corner of the room.

The pressure of Billy’s palm on his cock feels nice. It’s easy to focus on it. Weed’s always made Steve a little frisky. Everything just feels hotter. Kissing feels better, eating pussy is funner and it makes his cock like, a million times more sensitive. So he’s fully torqued in his jeans. Feels like Billy is too. Which weirdly enough, turns Steve on even more and his hips kind of roll up into Billy’s touch. And it has to be the weed that makes Steve whine. He’s trying to ignore that it’s Billy’s hand on him but he can’t, really. Gives himself a moment to glance down at his hand on Billy’s lap and finds that Billy has some pretty seriously defined abs. And it’s real weird that he likes them. Definitely the weed.

Soon enough, Billy’s unbuttoning Steve’s jeans and Steve moves to help get them down his thighs, along with his underwear. His cock pops out, bounces and hangs. Billy’s also pulling his pants and underwear down and then he’s spitting on his hand and wrapping his fingers around Steve’s cock.

Steve whimpers from the wet touch, eyes rolling back in his head as his hips stutter up. Billy’s voice is quiet and strained when he asks, “Thinking about her?”

“No,” Steve confesses, looks down at where Billy’s languidly stroking him and it’s odd seeing another man’s hand wrapped around his cock. Not odd enough to stop this, though. He returns the favor, spits a glob of saliva into his palm and smears it over Billy’s thick cock. Squeezes at the base, curls his hand on the upstroke. Billy lets out a sweet, breathy noise that Steve likes a lot. Different than a girls’ moan but just as pretty, he thinks.

Steve gasps when Billy squeezes his cock a little tighter and speeds up his strokes. Quick and firm. Steve mirrors it with his own hand on Billy. Steve stares down at his own crotch, Billy does the same. The pair of ‘em gasping and moaning softly. Steve comes first, a mess on his thighs and Billy’s fist. And the blonde strokes him through it. Steve’s whimpering and it’s pretty damn pathetic the way his hips cant up in the air. Billy’s following suit soon after, jerking his hips up as he fucks Steve’s fist.

The boys sit back, hands loose around softening dicks as they pant. Steve looks down at the mess in his lap, not sure how to clean it. He glances around the room but there’s not much in here. Just the couch and boxes. So Steve leans forward, shucks off his blazer and uses that to soak up the cooling cum on his thighs and hand. Hands to Billy before pulling up his briefs and pants. And this whole interaction has sobered him up. The realization that he and the new guy have just jerked each other off in Tina’s fucking basement hits him hard and Steve needs to leave. So he does. Without a word to the guy.

Worst part, at basketball practice the next day. Both of them wildly hungover. Billy crowds behind Steve and says, “Harrington, right? Heard you used to run this school, that true?” like he didn’t just jerk him off the night before.

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luvneymar · 1 year

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Hii could you do a Neymar jr X fem!reader when they met when they were teenagers and when she was 17 and he was 18 they had Davi, they were best friends at first(they didn’t want to ruin their relationship so none of them said anything, but then they got drunk and had sex) but after they had sex and had a son together they started dating, because they had always been in love with each other.

now they are like 25 and 26, and she is a famous marvel actress(make her the scarlet witch pls) and they go to a premiere together, and everyone is obsessed with them, such a beautiful and powerful family.

I’m dying to read something like that, if maybe you decide to write this and, if you really like the idea, make it a series, I have more ideas!!

thank you if you’ll do it!! I love your writing so much!!

ps:sorry for my broken English, not a native speaker.❤️❤️❤️❤️✨

(1/2) FOREVER AND ALWAYS — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: You and your best friend have been in-love with each other since forever, one day you both get drunk and you end up pregnant

PARING: teen!neymar x teen!reader

It was a late Saturday night & you had invited Neymar over for alcohol, games & more alcohol. You both were laughing the night away as you played the 100th drinking game tonight. “Okay I’ve got a good one, Drink if you’ve ever cried during sex.”

You hesitated before chugging the vodka in your cup eyes avoid Neymar as much as possible, while you chugged he laughed loudly spilling his drink all over your carpet. “No way! You’ve actually have?”

You wiped your mouth of the excess alcohol dripping down your chin laughing along with him so hard you fell onto the floor. “I was 15 & in-love, the only reason I cried was because he kept asking if I came. Like yeah I came, to my senses.”

You both laughed until you couldn’t breath & you were pretty sure you peed your pants a little. Once you sat up you scooted yourself towards Neymar placing your head on his shoulder. “You’re Unbelievable.”

Neymar rubbed his hand up and down your exposed thigh stopping every 30 seconds to take another sip of his beer. You sat up turning your body to face him before continuing. “Okay, I have a good one. Drink if you’ve ever flashed someone.”

Neymar hesitated before taking a sip of his quick sip of his bittersweet beer, you stared at him in horror before laughing uncontrollably again barely able to construct your sentence. “You’ve flashed someone?”

“You haven’t?” As you both stared at each other before bursting out to laughter rolling on the floor type of laughter. For the millionth time tonight. “How did you even?” You asked as you sat back up downing the rest of your drink.

“It happened at a concert, it was by accident though.” He begun pulling your body closer to his as he handed you another bottle of vodka, you rolled your eyes at his confession knowing that was the complete opposite of the truth.

“Uh-huh. I know you Neymar.” You answered as you open the bottle pouring into your whiskey glass, as you did you felt Neymar’s eyes on your every move. “Oh really? In what way?”

“In all ways.” You answered shortly before placing the chewed up straw into your mouth, you noticed Neymar nervously gulp as he looked away. You giggled lightly nudging him in side trying to get him to face you again.

Neymar sighed hesitating before he finally pushed out the words he’s been meaning to say the whole night. You both were obviously attracted to each other and by the way you both acted around each other many people seemed to think so as well.

Neymar took a large sip of his beer before pushing out his deepest darkest thoughts. “Is it me or being drunk made you look really sexy?”

“Really? Tell me how.” Hearing you say that Neymar not only gained an extreme boost of confidence along a sense of relief also washed over him.

Clearly the alcohol was doing all the talking to the both of you since you placed your cup to straddle him, wrapping your hands around his neck. Your actions had shock Neymar but only for a second before he placed his on your waist

“Well I want nothing more than to touch your body, especially your breasts. I wanna kiss you & touch you.” Neymar whispered into your ear brushing hands up and down your waist. “Do it then.” You whispered back pulling his hands up to remove your shirt.

“Really? Are you sure this is what you want?” Neymar asked you for consent before continuing with anything before hand, “I don’t want to ruin our friendship or anything—”

“You’re gonna ruin this friendship if you don’t take off your pants and kiss me.” You whispered pulling him in for a kiss as you both shuffled your clothes off throwing them all across the room.’

“God you’re incredibly sexy.” Neymar pulled away from the kiss just so your lips would be a few millimetres apart before pulling you in for a kiss once again.

—

The sun shone directly into your eyes as you opened your eyes hand blocking the sun you realized you were completely naked right beside Neymar who was also completely naked. You shook him awake to ask what had happened. “What happened?”

“We fucked that’s what happened.” He groaned pulling the blanket over his head trying to block out the sun that was shining in his eyes. “God my head hurts.” You groaned sitting up pulling the blanket up to cover your boobs.

“Mine too, rock paper scissors?” He asked peeking his hand out from under the blanket, you won with your paper covering his rock

“You’re making the hangover tea, i’m gonna take a shower.” Neymar groaned, pulling the blanket right off his head as you left the bed walking towards the bathroom. As you passed the other side of the bed you felt a hard impact on your bare ass causing you to jump.

“Friends don’t slap each others asses.” You reminded him as you smacked him on his forehead before continuing into the bathroom turning back to look at his cheeky smile. You laughed before slamming the bathroom door.

“What we did last night wasn’t what friends do.” He yelled out jumping out of the bed and walking towards the door before you could lock it.

“But that’s what friends with benefits do.” He reminded you, you were already in the shower where the glass was blurred so you had no problem with him being in the bathroom with you.

“Whatever, I’m gonna grab the tea put it a cup & head to work. Remember to lock the door alright?” You shouted back as you heard the bathroom door close.

“See you later?” He peaked into the door to ask once more. “Maybe, Maybe not.” You answered shortly before shooting him away.

—

Ever since that day you’ve avoided Neymar like the plague despite making it very clear that you both were cool, the only reason why you were avoiding him was because you felt odd. Your boobs were tender, you’ve gained weight, you’ve been bloated and all the sorts.

You assumed you were just ovulating until you realized your period was late 5 days, you were never late. It hadn’t dawned on you until your friend Anne had groped you in the change room and you winced.

“Anne do that! That hurt.” You shrieked as you backed away from her holding your chest tightly, even hold your chest made your breasts hurt. “Your boobs are tender? What are you pregnant?” She laughed as she put on her shirt.

As she was chuckling at her statement she turned around and saw you frozen in position hands remaining on your chest standing with a look of horror & disbelief on your face.

She jogged towards you placing her hands on your shoulder shaking you back and forward trying to get you to snap out of your trance. “I was joking girl, you can’t be pregnant. Are you pregnant..?”

Hearing her voice snapped you out of your trance despite still holding your hands to your chest, you stood there staring into the distance trying to think of a reply .“I think so.” You replied nodding slowly finally facing your friend.

“The best way to fight fear is with information. I’ll be on the other side of the door.” She took to your hand into hers pulling you towards the change-room bathrooms knowing there had to be a pregnancy tests somewhere.

As you walked tower the bathroom as your legs shook in fear, you were a senior in high-school and was about to accept a full-ride to your dream collage. You felt nothing but terrified as to what could happen if the stick has 2 lines instead of one.

Your friend handed you a pregnancy test she found from another storage closet hugging you before she ushering you into the stall sending a warm smile your way; that smile made you know what no matter what the results were you’d be okay.

A few minutes after you walked out of the stall pregnancy test in-hand still loading the results, you walked towards the sink staring at yourself in the mirror as you clutched the test as tight as you could. Anne walked beside you taking your hand in hers. “Well what’s the result?”

“I don’t know it hasn’t say.” You answer shortly unaware that you were still sharing from the fear of all the possibilities. You never thought you of all people would put yourself in a situation where you could become a teen-mom.

“Okay let’s wait.” She whispered into your ear as her hand rubbed your back, as you both waited some time passed and you knew the test must’ve been done by now. “It’s up, can you look for me? I don’t want look.”

She took her hand off your back and grabbed the test from your hand taking a quick look at it before sighing, “Positive.” Hearing those words your knees finally gave out and you fell to the floor as tears begun to fall from your eyes.

—

Once you finished having your feelings you stood up from the dirty bathroom floor legs wobbling like a baby deer as you stood up wiping your tears away. Anne got up along with you “What are you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know.” You replied quietly “I have to tell the father I guess.” You took the pregnancy test from Anne’s hand and threw it at the wall as hard as you could, as it shatter into pieces you

“Do you know who it could be?” Anne asked you in a quiet voice as you both walked out of the change-room ignoring the shattered positive pregnancy tests on the floor.

“Yeah.”

“Good luck then, tell me what happens.” She patted your back as she exited the change room leaving you all alone in there, as you stood in the empty quiet change-room.

—

It had been a few weeks once the since you found out you were pregnant and you still hadn’t told anyone but Anne that you were pregnant, you wore double layers, walked as fast as you could & skipped first period so you could vomit in the bathroom.

Once you were finished throwing up in the stall for the 3rd today you exited the stall to see Anne standing right in-front of you with a disappointed look her on her face. “What?”

You pushed pasted her towards the sink to wash your mouth as she followed arms crossed & an angry look on her face. “You still haven’t told him that’s what! He came to me today asking for the 100th time why you were avoiding him.”

“Tell him it’s because i’m busy.” You muttered out as you finished washing out the vomit smell from your mouth, as you looked up at your reflection in the mirror you could tell that you looked a mess & everyone else thought so.

“No. I’m not lying to him the way you are, tell him today or I will.” Anne firmly replied walking out of the bathroom. Her sentence had just filled your entire body with rage even though you knew deep down she was right.

You had to tell Neymar you were pregnant with his child it was the right thing to do, but if he wanted nothing to do with you after he found out he could go on to live a full life while your a single mother begging for change on the street as you cant afford to feed your baby let alone yourself.

Once you exited the bathroom you bumped into non other than Neymar himself looking at you with an upset face that morphed so sadness once he saw how unwell you looked. “Finally! I can track you down, now please. Tell me what’s wrong. Is it something I did or—?”

“Come with me.” You cut him off dragging him by his blazer into the storage closet right between the boys & girls washrooms, as soon as you both were in the room you looked up at him as your eyes watered.

“What’s going on (name)?” He asked as he raised his hand to cup the side of your face. You sighed taking a breath of faith before continuing, “I’m pregnant.” You answered in a voice so frail & quiet not even a mouse could hear.

“What—?”

“I’m pregnant!” You shouted out looking up at him taking in what you had just said, he released his hand from your face just to pull you in for a hug as he caressed your hair. “It’s gonna be okay.” He whispered as you begin to bawl into his chest.

“We’ll be okay.” He told you as he pulled away not even acknowledging the snot & tears all over his uniform, seeing your eyes well up again he pulled you in holding you carefully as your knees gave out and you slid onto the floor.

—

“How far along are you?” Neymar asked you as you stroked his hair while he laid in your lap snacking on the chips he stole from the vending machine while waiting for you outside of the bathroom.

“I don’t know but it’s been a few weeks since I took the test so, 2 months? 2 and a half?” You answered stealing a handful from his bag, he smacked your hand before it could even exit the bag. “Why’d you wait so long to tell me?”

“Because you know how easy it is for teen dads to abandon their children while the mother is stuck with them.” As you confessed your true thoughts about this situation causing Neymar to sit up from your lap to stare at you.

“Well, you know me. I’d never do that to you. You know that.” He replied sitting up against the wall with you handing his chips over. As you took a handful of the over salted chips you answered his sentence with another question.!“What are we going to do now?”

“Well do you want to keep the baby?” Neymar asked the question you’ve never given much thought too, you’ve told nobody about your pregnancy so you thought if you hadn’t told anyone it wasn’t real. “Do you?”

“My football career is taking off so If you decided to keep it i’ll provide for both of you.” Neymar replied before laying his head back down on your lap snatching his chips back to find them almost empty.

“So we’re keeping it?” You questioned as a conformation to all of his questions/answers. “I guess so.” He answered nonchalantly munching on the crumbs of the chips before tossing the empty bag to the other side of the dark closet.

As you both say in silence just enjoying each others precedence after a long time of being apart you finally asked the soul crushing question you’ve been meaning to ask. “Do you love me?”

“If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t sleep with you.” He answered nonchalantly trying to ease his own nerves, the moment you asked the question all he wanted to do was shout yes.“It’s yes or no Neymar.” You answered smacking him on the forehead.

“Geez and I thought girls had a knack for this. Yes Im in love with you. So madly in-love with you that I want to raise a child with you.” He grumbled out rubbing his forehead trying to fade the red spot forming on his face. “Good.”

“Good?” He questioned, looking up at you with a confused look on his face, you laughed at the expression on his face before continuing, “I was just making sure you loved me too.”

“Do you love me?” He continued his questionnaire sitting up to stare at you as best as he could in the dark. “Did you not just hear me say ‘loved me too’?”

“It’s yes or no (name).” He flicked your forehead quite hard causing you to wince at the pain shooting throughout your forehead. “Ouch!” You grumbled out turning your head away from him. “Yes I’m madly in-love with you as well, or whatever.”

“Good.” He kissed your cheek before laying back down onto your lap. You both sit in silence again just enjoying each other‘s company before you reminded him after remembering something funny, he had said a few months ago.

“We’re not naming him Neymar Junior Junior, if it’s a boy of course.” You reminded him settling into your original position of his head on your lap & your hand in his hair. “Wouldn’t dream of it. It’s a mouthful anyway.”

“Do you have more chips?” You asked feeling your stomach rumble as you suddenly remember you vomited up everything you ate this morning. “I do, not for you though.” Neymar admitted as he opened another bag of chips he pulled out of his pocket.

“Do you hear that?” You asked listening around for a noise that wasn’t even there.

“What?”

“Your baby crying because their daddy won’t feed them.”

“Oh please.” As you both laughed at your lame joke you heard on the intercoms; “(Name) (Last Name) & Neymar Santos please return to class.”

“That’s our cue, soooo I’ll see you later?” You asked as you stood up from the floor dusting off your uniform.

“See you.” Neymar kissed your cheek before leaving the storage closet and walking back his class.

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coconutbabydoll · 10 months

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ೀ- everytime (a.anderson)

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

warnings: idk ?? i don’t think there is any , please lmk if there is

summary: basically inspired by “everytime” by ari with a little changes, i recommend listening to this song before reading this if you haven’t already

a/n: first drabble or one shot!! i don’t really know what category it falls under, pleaseeeee be nice, i am working on my vocabulary and grammar also reblogs,like and comments are highly appreciated!!! enjoy :) also the ending is kinda rushed lol

you’re done with her, you swore you were done with her. you’ve been saying this forever and surely you finally felt like you meant it. you’re on and off relationship with abby was like an rollercoaster, just when you guys have been really good there was another argument. you’re needy and stubborn and you only want abby to yourself and to spend time with you only. you know that she’s a busy women with her basketball team and she can’t always suffice to your needs. you tried to plan small things to hangout with her like movie dates. she always said she would try to make it but she never did, you partly understood, but this time was the straw that broke the camels back.

a week ago was you and abby’s two year anniversary. this meant a lot to you, you could barely contain your excitement. you planned a dinner date at fancy restaurant that you’ve been on the waitlist for months. but of course you and abby had to get into another argument the night before your anniversary, and it was bad. it’s not like you guys broke up that night but she did end up leaving your house when she was supposed to stay for a week.

you woke up the morning of your anniversary expecting missed calls from abby, apology texts, and an a happy anniversary text but nothing, which was weird because she always apologizes after an argument (even thought it never her fault). you relaxed for the rest of the day until it hit 7:00 o clock. you put on makeup, curled your hair, and but on a sexy black dress, grabbed your purse and headed out.

9:27pm and you were still seated at your table on your third glass of champagne and had already order two appetizer. you swiveled your head to door everytime you heard it open, nope wasn’t her. maybe your read into this all wrong, maybe she broke up with you without actually breaking up with you during your argument last night, i mean she was pissed. she called you controlling. she is a busy women, she mention something about basketball practice today, but she said she’ll be here, it wasn’t an “i’ll try to,” she said she will! what did you expect , she didn’t even wish you an happy anniversary.

“can i get the check please?” you mumbled sheepishly to the waiter as she passed you by. you were embarrassed, this was embarrassing. getting up from your seat you contemplated texting her, calling her, cussing her out maybe? asking her what was her fucking problem. whatever, she obviously doesn’t want too speak to you if she missed out fucking anniversary.

a week since the anniversary has passed and you’re obviously not over her, you never went this long without talking to abby. all of your breakups with her never lasted longer than three days, and she was the one who always wanted to get back together. when your with your friends you tried to not show a change in you demeanor, but you couldn’t help it. abby brought out the best in you, she made you cheerful, tender, and amiable, you became a better person all around. but maybe you brought out the worst in abby, maybe she finally had enough and decided that she was done with you.

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it was like it was calling your name. the whole week was fulfilled with lonely nights, only acompanied with your second half full bottle of vodka. you leisurely walked over to your vanity desk and took big gulps finishing the rest of the bottle. familiar taste but it still burns.

*ringtone from your phone*

you walk over to your phone with the bottle of vodka it one hand. you squinted your eyes looking over the brightness of you screen.

*CRASH*

abby. what the fuck, why was she calling you? it’s been a week, did she miss you? maybe it was an accident, maybe she was calling to apologize, all these thoughts and your the sound of your ringtone ended. but then she texted you.

abby: come over, i miss you

you pondered whether you should reply or not, but your drunk self got the best you.

y/n: fucj you

abby: are you drunk ?

y/n: are you ???!?

abby: stay where you are , i’m coming to get you

y/n: you dpnt even hsve my location

abby: baby you still have your location on

you were drunk and you missed her but you didn’t want to give in that easy, so you left your phone in your apartment and started walking out the door. to where ? you don’t even know you just didn’t wanna see her.

you didn’t even make it two blocks until you abby’s car pulled up on you. “what are you doing? get in the car,” prompted abby as she slowed down the speed of the car so it could match the pace of your walking. “leave me alone!” you yelled words obviously slurred. “i’m sorry baby, i made a mistake.” you stopped walking - fuck, why is she like this, why does she make your stomach go all crazy with only five words? you hesitated but you got in the car. why does god keeping bringing you back to her, everytime?

#Spotify #abby anderson #ariana grande #every time #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby the last of us #the last of us #kinda rushed i’m sorry #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓶𝓲𝓪 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#what else do i tag #i wish i wrote more than this #i spent like 3 days on this #please don’t be mean to me #don’t be rude #sweetener

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g3z0 · 3 months

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Scared to love P4

Summary: You and Nick are best friends since childhood days. He doesn’t know that you like guys, let alone that you like him. You try to ignore your feelings, also because of your homophobic family. But it’s harder than you thought.

Warnings: physical violence, cursing, mentions of throwing up, alcohol and drug abuse

I actually hate this chapter

-g3z0

I squeeze my eyes at the brightness off the room.

I let out a small groan and lay my arm on my eyes, turning my head to the side.

I slowly blink my eyes open but close them directly after.

Fuck, my head hurts.

I feel sick.

I yawn a little and rub my face with my hands, slowly sitting up.

I look around in the room as I frown. This isn’t my room. Why am I in nicks room?

I pull the sheets slowly off me and I’m only in my boxers.

I run through my hair and stare down on me for a few seconds, trying to gather myself.

What the fuck happend?

I let out a deep sigh as I try to think but my head is blank. Way to the party - Alex - outside with Nick.. fuck.. the argument.

I let out a small groan and I rub my eyes with my fingers. I take a sharp breathe and let go of my left eye. It hurts. How can I be so stupid?

Guilt fills my body. Even after I snapped at him like that, he did make sure that I get to his house safely.

I can’t remember the rest of the night. I only remember how I grabbed the vodka bottle of the counter and then - nothing.

Vodka makes my head go blank.

I slowly stand up, my head is throbbing and I squeeze my eyes at the pain.

I grab a T-shirt from Nick from the floor and pull it over my head.

I frown a little.

I grab the hem of the shirt and hold it up to my nose as I smell it a little.

Does Nick have a new perfume?

I look down on me and the T-Shirt. I‘ve never seen Nick wear that one.

I grab some sweatpants from Nick and pull them on, stepping out of his room.

I yawn and walk into the bathroom.

Im never drinking again. Where’s my phone? How late is it?

I grab my toothbrush and start to brush my teeth. Since I sleep here like every weekend Mary-Lou got me some stuff for hygiene so I don’t have to always drag so much with me.

I look up to see myself in the mirror and I freeze in my movements and stop to brush my teeth.

I lean forward to the mirror. A blue patch is covering my whole left eye. I blink at myself a few times and continue to brush my teeth slowly.

Now im starting to get worried that I can’t remember shit from yesterday. What the fuck did I do?

After I’m done with Brushing my teeth I spit into the sink and turn the water on, my eyes dart to my swollen and red knuckles.

„what the fuck?“ I mumble to myself, stroking lightly with my fingertips over my knuckles.

Now shit starts to get weird.

I lean my mouth towards the water running out of the sink and take a sip out of it. I rinse out my mouth and spit it back into the sink.

I let out a sigh and turn the water off, slowly walking downstairs where I can hear people talking in the kitchen.

I walk into the kitchen and see Matt and Nick sitting at the table, eating breakfast. I smile a little and someone grabs my face and turns it towards them.

I look down at Mary-Lou and she looks up at me with a raised eyebrow. „Oh y/n.“ she shakes her head a little and lets go off my face „did you got yourself in trouble again?“

I smile softly and shrug with my shoulders a little „it’s not that bad.“

She returns my smile and puts a plate in my hand with breakfast on it. „Come on, eat.“ she demands while she points at the table where Nick and Matt sit.

I chuckle a little „yes ma‘am.“ I mumble as I walk to the table and put the plate down. I sit next down to Nick and I can feel Matt’s eyes on me.

I look at Matt and raise a eyebrow. Why does he look so pissed?

„hey.“ I mumble as I start to eat my food.

Nick doesn’t look at me and continues to scroll on his phone while he eats his breakfast.

I take a glare at Nick and then back at my food. Obviously I fucked up bad. I don’t even know what I did. Is he still mad because of our argument?

Matt kicks my leg under the table and I flinch a little „Owh!“ I groan as I look up and he stares at me with an death glare. I shut up and swallow a little.

Matt glares at his mom behind me and watches her leaving the room. His eyes dart back to me, god it feels like he’s staring into my soul.

All three of them have such intimidating eyes. They can bring me to shut up without even saying a word.

„what?“ I mumble confused as I look at Nick and back at Matt.

„what, what? You stupid?“ Matt snaps as he whispers loudly.

I frown „what the fuck are you talking about?“

Matt opens his mouth to say something but gets interrupted by Nick. „He doesn’t remember anything, leave him alone Matt.“ he mumbles annoyed as he looks up from his phone and glares at matt.

They both hold eye contact for a few seconds before Matt runs with his tounge over his teeth and nods a little. He stands up and walks out of the room.

I watch him walk out as I glare back at Nick „what he’s on?“ I ask.

Without saying a thing Nick stands up and walks back up the stairs, into his room.

My eyes follows his movements for a moment and I quickly stand up and follow him.

He slams the door shut in front of me and I sigh.

„Nick.“ I say as I open the door and close it behind me.

He sits down on his bed and glares up at me „what.“ he says visible annoyed.

I swallow a little and look to the side „look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t-" I sigh and close my eyes for a moment. „I shouldn’t have said that about you and Alex.“ I look back at him but he stares at me with a confused expression, like he’s not even mad about that.

„I overreacted, I’m an asshole when I’m drunk, I know..“ I continue and play with my fingers as I press my fingernails into my fingertips. „Im sorry, okay? I just don’t want him to hurt you or some shit..“ I swallow and look down.

He’s silent for a few seconds „you‘re so fucking stupid for drinking that much yesterday.“ he sighs

I look back up at him and shrug with my shoulders a little „I know..“

He licks his lips slightly and shakes his head a little. „you don’t know where you got that from?“ he points at my black eye.

I stare at him as I shake my head, clearly embarrassed. I wish I could remember what happend.

He lets out a breathe and stands up.

„You’re wearing his shirt by the way.“ he mumbles as he walks to his desk.

I watch him and raise my eyebrows „who’s?“

„Alex’s.“ he answers harshly. My stomach turns, it feels like I have to throw up. Maybe because fucking Alex was in nicks room and left his shirt or because I drunk too much.

I clench my jaw and take the shirt off, throwing it to the side. „Where’s my stuff?“ I walk to him and stand next to him.

He opens his drawyer and pulls my phone, my cigs and my keys out.

„in the washer.“ he bluntly. I frown. „Why are th-" I get cut off.

„because you threw up on them.“ he looks up at me and lays my stuff on the desk.

I swallow a little and notice only now how close we are actually standing. I bite my cheek and look down, embarrassed by the whole situation.

He lets out a sigh and takes a step back to lean against his wall. He crosses his arms across his chest and his gaze stays on me.

„you broke Alex’s nose. Your stupid ass jumped on him and Matt and Chris tried to pull you away. You shoved Chris against the wall and that’s why Matt punched you. He gave you the black eye.“ he says as he watches my reaction.

I clench my jaw and swallow a little, not looking at him. I’m too embarrassed. How can I be so stupid.

„you walked outside, threw up in a bush and then you passed out.“ he continues.

I let out a breathe and lay my hands into my face. „Fuck..“ I mumble as I close my eyes shut.

I feel nicks warm arms wrap around my body, pulling me into a hug.

I hug him back and lay my head on his shoulder. „Im sorry..“ I whisper.

„It’s okay..“ he whispers back and rubs my back softly. „He kinda deserved it..“

I lift my head up from his shoulder and look down on him.

He looks up at me, his blue eyes meeting mine. „I mean.. you finally got to break that assholes nose, not like in middle school.“ he smiles.

I chuckle a little and lean my forehead back on his shoulder „you‘re cruel, Nick.“ I mumble.

„Maybe. But apologize to Chris and Matt too. They‘re fucking pissed off.“ he says softly.

I nod a little and close my eyes, just enjoying his touch for a little longer.

„I will..“

Nicks POV of the party after y/n left

After two hours of calming down from our argument I walk through the house and look around for y/n.

I can’t stay mad at him. I know he’s right. But he doesn’t have to be such a fucking asshole about it.

I walk into the living room, seeing Chris sitting at the couch, talking to some girl while he smokes a joint.

I walk towards him. „do you know where y/n is?“ I ask him loudly through the loud music.

He glares up at me „what?“ he says loudly and leans forward.

„y/n?“ I ask a little louder.

He looks around in the room and shrugs with his shoulders.

I roll my eyes a little and walk into the kitchen. I look down on the counter and the vodka bottle we left there, isn’t there anymore.

I sigh. Maybe y/n doesn’t have it. Maybe someone other just took it.

I look around trying to find him. I walk towards the floor and my heart sinks into my stomach.

Y/n stands infront of Alex, the vodka bottle in his hand.

Without hesitation I walk to y/n, pull him a little back while I grab his shoulder. „Come on.“ I say as I shove him towards an room.

He stumbles forward and I close the door behind us, grabbing the bottle out of his hand.

I begin to lecture him while he leans against the wall and looks at me. He looks so drunk and it looks like he’s not even listening.

I sigh frustrated as I continue but suddenly he grabs my shoulders, pulling me against the wall while he smashes our lips together.

My body freezes and my heart stops beating for a second while my eyes are wide.

What the actual fuck.

Before I even realize it, I close my eyes and move my lips along his.

He lets out a small breathe and deepens the kiss a little while he lays his hand on my arm.

I place my hands on his chest, to push him a little away.

Our lips break away from each other and I look up at him.

He looks down on me and swallows a little „nick-" he starts to whisper but someone try’s to open the door he presses me against.

His head shoots up and he immediately lets go off me, taking a step back.

I walk away from the door. I’m so confused. Why did he kiss me? Fuck. Why did I kiss back?

The door opens and Alex walks inside, looking at me.

„We need to talk.“ he says to me.

„yeah- uhm..“ I take a quick glance at y/n before I look back at Alex, nodding a little.

Alex looks at y/n and nods towards to door. „Alone.“ he says bluntly to him.

Y/n clenches his jaw and walks past Alex, bumping extra hard with his shoulders into Alex’s.

„what the fuck?“ Alex yells after him and follows him.

I let out an frustrated sigh and follow them both.

Y/n walks back into the living room, Alex and me behind him.

„What was that for?“ Alex yells after him as he pushes y/n from the back.

Y/n stumbles forward and stops walking. Before I register anything, y/n turns to Alex and throws a punch right into his face.

Alex falls back onto the floor and y/n gets on top of him and punches him into his face. Again and again.

I stand besides them in shock. Everyone in the living room now staring at the two boys fight.

„y/n, fucking stop!“ I yell at him as I try to pull him away.

He slaps my hands away and I see Chris and Matt grabbing y/n‘s arms, pulling him back.

„what the fuck, y/n?“ Chris yells at him.

He clenches his jaw and shoves Chris off him and Chris falls against the Wall.

Matt punches y/n in his face and he stumbles backwards.

He lets out a groan because of the pain and walks into the floor, out the door and out of the house.

„y/n!“ I yell after him as I ran after him.

He holds his eye and takes a deep breathe.

„what is your problem?“ I yell at him but he leans forward and throws up in one of the bushes in front of the house.

I let out a sigh and look to the side.

Matt and Chris walk outside and Matt rolls his eyes „if he throws up in my fucking Car, I’m gonna to kill him.“ Matt says through gritted teeth.

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fire and ice | james cook

Cook’s interest is piqued when an old childhood friend moves in across the street.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content.

part two.

part three.

“Tiff?”

No response.

“Tiff!”

Tiffany Wheeler irritably jumped out of bed, fully aware that it was far too early to be waking up even for school, pants-less with disheveled hair as she heard her name being called from downstairs.

“What?!” she yelled as she opened her bedroom door.

“Your friend’s here!”

Tiffany frowned in confusion.

“Who’s here this early?!” she called from the top of the stairs.

“Dunno him!” was the only answer she received.

Tiff ran back into her bedroom, haphazardly throwing her pink robe over her clothes before running down the stairs to see who could possibly be showing up so early.

“Cook?!”

She ran a hand through her messy hair, flabbergasted.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Cook shrugged.

The more Tiff actually looked at him, the worse he looked. His hair was a mess, there were dark bags under his eyes, and he smelled of liquor and spliff. He looked half-dead.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t sleep at all last night?” she questioned.

“That’s right,” Cook confirmed proudly, swigging from the bottle in his hand.

To her horror, Tiff quickly realized he was swigging vodka, in continuation from the night before.

“Fucking hell. Did my mum see that?!” she demanded in a harsh whisper.

“No idea,” he responded truthfully.

“Get upstairs!” she ordered, rushing him up the stairs as her mother had decided to start on breakfast in the kitchen before she had to leave for work. “Now!”

Laughing the whole way up, James Cook fished a loose spliff in his pants before Tiff smacked him on the arm.

“You can’t smoke in here, twat!” she reprimanded him like a child.

“Why the fuck not?” he demanded, spliff hanging by his lips.

“Because I have a normal mum, you tosser!”

“Ooh, that’s not very nice, Tiff,” he mocked her. “You know my mum kicked me out!”

“Probably fucking deserved it!” she spat, shaking her head angrily as she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the bed behind her. “Stay in here.”

Cook’s eyes widened as Tiff casually went shirtless, disappearing into the bathroom across the hall as he was left sitting on her bed, sitting up quickly as he tried to peek. He somehow got a glimpse of nothing, desperately watching for movement of the bathroom door as he heard the shower turn on.

He slumped back down lazily onto Tiffany’s bed, already bored out of his mind as he took another swig from his bottle, waiting for her to come back. He wasn’t allowed to smoke, and he wasn’t allowed to wander. Naturally, he decided to at least respect Tiffany’s mother’s rules, carelessly bounding off into the hall.

The first thing that Cook noticed was that there weren’t many pictures in the Wheeler home, if any. This, for some reason, stood out to him. He slowly realized as he wandered around Tiff’s home that her childhood home, which he had visited once when he was only six years old, was practically littered with family photos, of Tiffany, and Andrew, and their younger brother, Nate, who Cook had only heard about.

He didn’t quite understand why there were no pictures. The rest of the house downstairs was fully furnished and decorated already. But for some reason, Tiff’s mother had hardly hung up or displayed any photos. Cook had only noticed one downstairs, of Tiff, Nate, and their mother, taken recently, which Cook partly noticed because of the absence of Andrew.

He eventually wandered into the bedroom up the hall from Tiff’s, taking a swig from his bottle as he looked around. There wasn’t much in the room; it was mostly furniture, with a single family photo resting on the nightstand. This one, he saw as he slowly picked it up with care, had Andrew in it.

Cook stared at the framed photograph for a moment, studying the energy between Tiff and her late brother. Tiffany actually looked happy in the photo, something Cook rarely saw. She was standing between her two brothers, hand rested on her little brother’s back as her elder brother wrapped his arm tight around her, almost in a joking manner, like a protective bear hug.

Cook nearly jumped when a sound interrupted him. He whipped around in a delayed, nearly-drunk fashion, seeing a woman with brown hair entering the room behind him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Her tone was surprisingly not accusatory, as far as Cook could tell, seeing as he’d been reprimanded by the owners of many different dwellings he’d entered for various reasons. Tiffany’s mother didn’t sound accusatory, or angry; she just seemed to be confused.

“Er, sorry,” Cook apologized as she watched him set the picture frame back down. “Just… Looking,” he offered.

“Oh,” she said, seeming surprised as she came into the room. “We took that on Andrew’s sixteenth birthday,” she continued, pointedly ignoring the large, mostly-empty bottle in Cook’s hand.

He nodded, looking back down at the picture.

“He looks happy,” Cook remarked as he pointed. “Or, looked, anyway,” he corrected himself politely.

“He was,” Tiffany’s mother agreed. “But only because Tiff was there… Me and him, we got into a spat, a few minutes before that was taken. Caught him smoking weed in his room.”

Cook nodded as he took in the information.

“I had to call Tiff back early. She was with her friends… I had to beg her to come home. He wouldn’t stop yelling at me,” she remarked wistfully. “But the moment she stepped through that door, it was like nothing had happened.”

Cook smiled through the sadness of the story.

“At least your son loved somebody, Mrs. Wheeler.”

She looked at him funny after he spoke, as if thrown off by what he said. Cook didn’t understand why; he thought he’d been polite, but he knew he had a tendency to muck up conversations with people’s parents, especially the mothers.

“I’m not Mrs. Wheeler,” she told him somewhat bitterly. “Haven’t been for almost two decades…”

“Then what do I call you?” Cook inquired, curious.

She looked at him, almost admiring his lack of decorum. “‘Rebecca’ will do. I’ve been Rebecca Meeks for thirteen years now.”

Cook beamed handsomely, excited at the prospect of a mother, any mother, who actually liked him.

“Smashing, Rebecca. How do you do?” he joked.

“I’m trying,” she said simply, looking at the time on her watch, which had been a birthday present from her father. “Now, what might your name be, freeloader?”

“Cook,” he smiled, appreciating her sense of humor.

“Very well then, Cook. You want a real breakfast, or do you want to keep drinking that glorified toilet bowl cleaner?”

Cook chuckled as he followed her downstairs, rushing eagerly. Cook sat down at the table, across from twelve year-old Nate, who was watching him like a hawk as he ate his eggs.

“Hello there,” Cook said with a smile. “Nate, isn’t it?”

The young boy stared at him blankly, cautiously poking at his food with a fork as he continued to observe him unsparingly.

“Nate doesn’t speak to guests until he gets used to them,” Rebecca sighed as she scooped the remainder of what was in the breakfast pan onto his plate. “Took him three years to get used to his father.”

“Thank you,” Cook said as he accepted the food. “Where is he, anyway?” he asked out of curiosity.

“Same place as Andrew,” the woman said. “Since six years ago.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” he apologized, genuinely feeling as if he was tormenting this poor woman.

“Cook, it’s been six years now. If anything, I was hoping the ‘I’m sorry’ phase of it all was over.”

“Right,” he nodded, glad she felt how he thought he would’ve in that situation.

“So,” Rebecca said as she quickly sat down to eat, “You got a last name, or is it just ‘Cook’, like Eminem?”

“It’s James Cook, Rebecca Meeks,” he quipped.

“You seem like the kind of lad to be yelling out his own last name at a party,” she stated.

“Really?” Cook laughed, as she pointedly glanced at the bottle sitting on her dining table.

“Yep.”

“Well, I won’t lie. I like to party,” he shrugged.

“I know,” she assured him. “That’s why I don’t mind you hanging out with Tiff.”

Cook looked at her strangely, not understanding.

“You want me going to parties with your daughter?” he asked her.

“Strangely, yes,” Rebecca nodded thoughtfully. “I used to hate the way she used to go out… But Tiffany’s hardly spoken much to anyone since her brother’s passing. She doesn’t seem like she’s had any real fun in months, she’s been drinking and smoking like her father. She comes home smelling like cigarettes and spliff, and half the time she’s drunk and out by nine…”

Cook looked into her cold blue eyes, taken with her features that somehow looked so much like her daughter’s.

“Suddenly, I’d love for her to stay out until one in the morning again,” she confessed, a distant look in her eyes as she looked down at her plate.

“You knew what she was doing?” he asked.

Rebecca just scoffed bitterly. “How could you not?” she demanded. “And I knew Andrew was drinking, and doing drugs, too… My mistake was believing he had it in him to stop, eventually.”

Cook just nodded. For a moment, he didn’t speak, listening to the sadness in the woman’s voice as she sat beside him. He’d never really heard a parent say such a thing before, and he wondered if he ever could have heard something like it from his own mother.

“I’m only telling you this, Cook, because I trust that you and Tiffany are good friends,” she informed him.

“And why would you trust in that?” he asked.

“Because. You’re the first and only friend she’s had over since we moved in,” she replied simply.

Cook ate in silence, contemplating what she said in surprise.

“Thank you, Rebecca. For the food,” he said, changing the subject.

“You’re welcome, Cook. Tell me… What’re your parents like?” she wondered. “Anything like you?”

James Cook couldn’t help but be captivated by her wit, and perception. “Yeah… My dad’s just like Tiff’s dad, I reckon. And my mum… Well. She’s not like you,” he concluded humorously.

“What am I like?” she asked as she ate.

“Responsible,” Cook said, “Normal.”

“Ah. I see,” Rebecca nodded. “Well… If you ever need breakfast… I’m usually here,” she offered, as her son watched in silence.

*****

“Ready to go?” Tiff called as she came downstairs, dressed for school.

Cook looked up at her as he stood up in front of the sofa. She wore nothing she hadn’t probably worn in front of Cook before, just a sleek black top and a nice pair of jeans, but as he looked at her, black bangs, green eyes, and almost pearlescent skin, he found that he felt something, other than aroused.

“Hell yes, I am,” he nodded. “Heading up to your room, then?” he grinned.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tiff rolled her eyes as she stormed off toward the door.

part four.

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iamthenerdqueen · 8 months

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The Red String of Faith - Chapter VIII

Idol!AteezXOCs Soulmates!ot8AteezXOCs OCXOC Slight Social Media AU!

slight twigger warnings: Drinking in this chapter, talking about extreme poverty, Polyamory, group of 10, two OC's -feel free to replace one OC with yourself if you'd like- , listen this is an idea me and my best friend had and is something for fun read at own risk, not edited as always, also we are starting to explore themes such as bxb and gxg if thats not for you, this story may not be for you. Also, this chpater had hurt Wooyoung cause it's the Madrid concerts.

Chapter V, Chapter VI, Chapter VII, Next

The entire soulgroup spent the rest of the afternoon and late into the night just relishing the fact that they were in each other's presence again. The real problem all of them were facing was some serious jetlag, the girls were about six hours ahead of their normal time while the boys were about seven hours behind.

To put it lightly, they were all very tired and struggling to stay awake by midnight. As much as they would swear that the reason they stayed up was to put themselves on the right schedule, that is a blatant lie. They didn’t go to bed because they were 1, way too excited to see each other again 2, catching up on everything they hadn’t spoken about on the phone, and 3, drinking.

Also, Seonghwa was pouting but that was just because the girls brought him his birthday gift to Madrid rather than sending it to him like they did Yunho. His Toothless stuffy was decked out in Jedi robes, a voice recording in its paw, and sprayed with the girls' perfume.

They were sprawled out in the living area, the girls had somehow both ended up on the floor Lia sitting against the bottom of a chair with Yeosang behind her, somewhat drunkenly playing with her hair while Lyra was against Yunho’s knees just to the left of the Lia. Across from Lyra was Jungho who had also opted to sit on the floor once they started taking shots.

Dear reader, please note that Jongho and Lyra very much care for each other. They’re soulmates and their connection is unbreakable, but the two of them refuse to show the other mercy in what turned into a shot-for-shot competition.

“My money is on Jongho, he holds his liquor the best and enjoys drinking,” Wooyoung said while leaning down to Lia’s level only to have the girl actually laugh at him. She was laughing at him with her whole chest.

“If it was anyone else, I would be on the same page as you. Lyra is going to win, every single time.” Lia was very sure of her words and lost all sense of volume when drunk so she was practically shouting she was so loud.

At her words everyone, except the two on their ninth shot in a row, turned to look at her with questioning glances.

“Why would you say that?” Hongjoong didn’t know if he was impressed or very concerned at the fact that Lyra didn’t even seem more than a little buzzed after two drinks and a total of thirteen shots of straight vodka counting the few she had when they opened the bottle.

“Y’all know she went to college, right? In the deep south? That says enough on its own” That obviously went over all of the boys' heads as even Jungho gave her a questioning look after that comment. “Okay… what does that mean?” San was a tired drunk but Lia’s confusing words made his brain work overtime trying to understand what she could possibly mean.

Finally, Lyra - who to be fair was a little drunk - began to explain what Lia was trying to get at. “I was a sorority girl in college, so I did my fair share of drinking and partying at sketchy places.”

“ A sororrr-” Wooyoung stopped himself and thought about the word while a deep frown came over his face, “that word is hard, what does it mean?”

“SHE WAS IN A CULT!” Lia threw her hand into the air with her proclamation causing Seonghwa to gasp in concern and Lyra to giggle before taking her next shot.

“It’s not a cult, umm the best way to describe it in a general way is a womens’ based organization for college girls, there are fraternities which are the men’s equivalent. Pretty much a lot of meetings, lot of interacting with people, and suffering but telling yourself it's okay because you love the people you’re suffering with. Oh, and drinking a decent amount of drinking just at nothing official.”

“Sounds like a very odd cult.” Hongjoong said affirming Lia’s words from earlier, the rest of the boys nodding along with him.

Lyra kinda gave in and understood the logic, she just gave them a shrug, “You get a lot of useful skills from it, social skills and other things that come from organizations and other crap like that. There is also something fun about knowing all the secret things that go on, I'm a sucker for dramatics.”

At that, the boys moved on again as they had made it to the bottom of the bottle of Vodka and took it as the sign to slowly start sobering up before going to bed. They had made their way from one topic to the next, the mood shifted from chaotic to somber as they got deeper and deeper.

“I don’t know what I expected out of life, I had a lot of things I loved as a child. I’m happy I ended up here, doing this and being with all of you,” Jongho’s words got a lot of cooing from his soulmates and Seonghwa even kissed the top of his head from behind him.

“I get what you mean, everyone always talks about their hopes and dreams as a child but I never had that. Even as I got older, I didn’t have a strong desire to be anything specific, my only goal was to have something. Do something to make enough money to live comfortably.” Lia said, looking at nothing in particular.

“Yeah, I just wanted to be able to get out of our hometown. Have enough money to eat every night, to never have one of those dry goods boxes from the school show up in front of the door again.” Lyra said to Lia who knew exactly what she was talking about, it was one of the things that bothered the boys sometimes. That they hadn’t been there to stop bad things from happening to the girls.

“A box?” Yunho didn’t exactly understand, he had heard her but the alcohol and the English were getting to him, he had been slipping in and out of Korean all night. They were all a little too drunk to notice both girls were keeping up with them as best they could as they switched between languages, having worked hard to be able to speak the basics in the past two months.

“A dry good box, stuff that my family could eat and was shelf stable for a long time. There were times my family couldn’t afford a lot of food, there were a lot of us and my dad couldn’t work so money was always tight. Sometimes the food wasn’t great, but it was better than the night when we didn’t have any food.”

It was quiet after that, Lia wasn’t a stranger to the level of poverty Lyra experienced as she had grown up with it herself. Everyone in their town had grown up in some level of poverty. Most people in their town fell to heavy drugs at some point, it’s a cycle that thrives in impoverished areas.

“Do you remember the trailer I grew up in?” Lyra nodded her head to Lia’s question, the boys a little lost. “Sometimes, I still wake up and have that moment where I think I have to be really careful when moving around because I forget that the floor isn’t caving in on itself. The floor of my childhood bedroom and the whole trailer really was falling apart.”

“Oh, I-” Yunho's lip quivered slightly, tears had come to his eyes as she had explained more. Times hadn’t always been great for them either, but the thought of one of his soulmates going hungry hurt.

A quick sob left him and Lyra leaned up to look at him before turning to be face-to-face with him. He was crying because she had suffered like that, but she was the one comforting him, and that only made him want to cry more.

“Don’t cry baby, please don’t cry over that. It was a long time ago, we’re okay now. “ Lyra was holding him at this point, the other boys also were a little emotional at the new information. It seemed as though as they learned more and more about the girls, the more they wanted to hide them from all the awful things that had already happened to them.

They couldn’t change the past, the girls couldn’t take away the things that had happened to them as trainees and rookies from a small company in an industry that is dominated by those who have the most money to make an extravagant show. The boys couldn’t change the circumstances the girls grew up in. Yet, the most beautiful part of it all was they were only able to find each other because they had kept going. Fate is funny, not everyone finds their soulmate but everyone has at least one out there. There is a level of free will that comes into play, you have to experience life to find them.

The group stayed like that for a while, Lyra comforting Yunho and Jongho had moved to lay his head in Lia’s lap in an affectionate way. Everyone else was piled on the furniture and soon enough they were fighting sleep.

Considering how drunk a couple of them were (I.e. San, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa) it was time for them to crawl into their beds. Lia was sleeping with Mingi and San while Lyra was with Jongho and Yunho in the same room. Yeosang and Seonghwa took up one of the beds in the other room while Wooyoung and Hongjoong took the other.

It was perhaps a very bad idea for them to drink so much, as they all regretted it the next morning while the boys were practicing for the show.

Lyra had gone to speak with the translator she would be helping through the European leg to see if it would be a good fit while Lia just watched them as they were marking some songs and doing some run-throughs of their songs.

Lia was the first one to catch that something was off with Wooyoung. He was moving stiffly and kept twisting as if he were trying to crack his back to bring him some relief.

It was a few minutes after that started when he let out a pained noise after dancing one move particularly hard.

“Oh my god,” Lia felt relatively helpless at this moment, she had been watching with a couple of staff members from the empty seats when he cried out. In an instant, the boys had gone to him from their positions, and a plethora of the staff that had been backstage.

They surrounded him to the point that Lia couldn’t even see him, nor could she hear what was going on. It was then she made her way to the back parts of the arena, her staff lanyard let her move easily through all areas of the building.

By the time she made it to the dressing rooms, Lyra was there and pacing as they both waited for the boys to come backstage.

“Nononono, I’m okay Hyung. It’ll be okay for the show, I’ve just got to rest my back some and I’ll be good to go,” Wooyoung was pleading with Hongjoong who was helping him back to the waiting room. “We won’t make a decision right now, we will talk with Hajoon hyung about it closer to the show.” Hongjoong was stern but also incredibly gentle in his tone of voice.

“Don’t worry about that right now, please just let us get you to a spot where you can lay down and get you something for the pain,” Lia was trying her best to contain her worry but she hated not being able to do much more than pamper him at this moment. She was scrambling to set up the small couch in a way that would help take pressure off his back.

Despite being in so much pain, Wooyoung didn’t let Lia’s use of Korean at that moment go unnoticed, “Did you just say that to me in Korean?”

Lyra had found a medical kit somewhere among all the things the staff had, they didn’t have an on-staff doctor, just a few staff with medical experience and the bag Lyra was now rummaging through for some sort of painkiller.

She tossed some generic painkillers to Lia before being dragged back over to where the translator was to look over some of the Spanish for the night's show.

“Yes, we’ve been practicing and I know it’s really bad right now.” She spoke in Korean again as she took out some pills and grabbed him a bottle of water from the counter, “Here take these, and tell me if you need anything,” she switched back to English at this point while still trying to find a couple things to make him feel more comfortable.

The rest of the boys were also moving around the back now, trying to figure out what the situation would be and taking care of other little things that needed to be done before the show.

“I don’t understand why y’all don’t have a blanket somewhere around her, all these damn bags and not a single blanket for me to tuck you in with,” Lia was speaking to no one specifically, just talking while looking for other things to make Wooyoung feel better.

“Cute,” Wooyoung was definitely in some serious pain as that was all he could muster as he tried to shift to make it feel better as he waited for the medicine to kick in.

By the time they were about to start the show, he swore up and down it was better. Good enough that he could go on with the show and worry about it after.

This was a lie, he was not better and did not make it through the show. There was nothing more heartbreaking than the sight of Wooyoung having to leave the stage mid-performance. He was in tears, some may assume from the pain but the girls knew that it was from the fact that he felt he was disappointing Atiny because he couldn’t perform for them.

Madrid turned out to be rougher than expected, the injury being the worst of it. The second day of the show was somber as none of the boys enjoyed performing without all eight of them there, but they did their best for Atiny regardless. Lia had stayed at the hotel with Wooyoung, so he wouldn’t be alone and to make it easier for him to rest.

Sometimes it was like they were living in a dream where nothing had consequences, but then real life always came knocking and burst that little bubble.

A/N: Hello! Back with a short update. I didn't get to write as much as i would've like this last week so this is a little shorter than usual but next week should be back to our regualarly sheduled fun!

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doeeyeslost · 8 months

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She gets the girl

Chapter 1: Detention

Warning: swearing, lots of it, alcohol and drug abuse, verbal abuse, mention of smoking, implied sui*cide

Natalie

8am and Natalie was walking to school, hoping to get in earlier than everyone else, wearing the same clothes from yesterday, makeup smeared on her face and smelling like alcohol. As soon as she got to school, walked over to the looker room to take a shower and get some new clothes, hopefully no one will notice that she wasn’t home yesterday… or the day before… or the whole week.

After classes and skipping math class, she went to the back of the school just to smoke and drink a bit with the ones she called friends, they weren’t actually her friends, they were some guys that hanged out with her just because they were there, plus, she gave them free cigarettes and alcohol, yet it’s was the closest feeling to having a friend that she ever got.

“Now, look at this” said Kev “They say it’s the best in town” he pulled out a bag of weed out of his pocket

Natalie laughed.

“You always say that.” talked Nat

“But this time is the truth”

Before they could try it, a car full of jocks parked right next to them, ‘not again’ thought Natalie.

“Hey losers” one of the guys said. “They say if you take enough of it” he pointed at Nats alcohol “you could die, but you already know that, don’t you Natalie?” he said while laughing.

“It wasn’t enough for you to get your girlfriend to leave you for her best friend?” said Nat, everyone laugh, except for Jeff

“You will pay for this, Scatorccio” answer Jeff, driving away

The only thing Natalie could think of at that moment was throwing the bottle of Vodka that she had in hand, and it hit the car, she couldn’t even run, when she got caught by the teacher.

Lottie

“Cut” said Misty. “You did it perfect, I think you’re good to go” Misty turned off the camera.

They were filming for the school yearbook, to remember great times, Lottie was class president, so she had to say a few words, Jackie and Shauna walked to her.

“Hey, are we still up for today?” asked Jackie while holding her girlfriend’s hand.

“Yes” said Lottie. “You got the stuff?”

Shauna pulled out some dye and a cutter that she stole from Van, Lottie smiled.

“What’s happening today?” asked Misty, Shauna hid the stuff.

“Oh, nothing Misty.” lied Shauna. “Just football things.”

“Oh.”

The trio walked over to the locker room where the other team will be staying, looked for the uniforms and threw dye on them, found the balls and cut holes onto them, before they were done, coach Ben entered the room with the other team.

“What the hell are you doing?” shouted coach.

“Fun bonding activities?” asked Shauna.

Lottie and Nat: Detention

“You all know why you are here, right?” asked coach Ben, they all nodded “well, do your homework or think about your life until the clock hits 5pm, I’ll be next door.”

Coach left the room and the teens never said a word until Jackie talked.

“So, why are you here?” she asked Nat

“Why do you care?” answered madly.

“Geez, I’m just trying to make some chitchat.” said while turning to face Jeff, but then to face Shauna, she smiled.

“Why are you here, Jeff?” asked Natalie in a mocking tone.

“Shut the fuck up, you dick” answered.

“Hey” said Lottie “Don’t talk to her like that, maybe if you weren’t such an asshole, you wouldn’t be here.”

“And if she didn’t steal my girlfriend, I wouldn’t be here either.” said Jeff while pointing at Shauna.

“Don’t be such a pussy.” the big brown eyed answered.

Jeff rolled his eyes while Nat smiled at Lottie.

Maybe Lottie wasn’t such a prick as she thought she was, only because she was popular didn’t mean she was like the rest of the popular kids, maybe they could get along. Coach Ben entered the room.

“They told me you guys have to do some work for the school, due to the damage you caused in the locker room” he said while looking at Lottie, Jackie and Shauna.” And we can’t leave you guys without doing anything.” now he was looking at Nat, Jeff and Kev. “so, pair up or not, and do your work.”

Lottie walked over to Nat.

“Do you want to be my partner?” she asked as Nat nodded her head yes.

“Sure, I don’t want to look at Jeff and I think Kevs got it all right.”

Lottie extended her hand to Natalie, and she took it, it felt so right, like a puzzle pice put together, and in that moment, Natalie knew she had a new crush, so did Lottie.

#writing prompt #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews #lottienat #nat x lottie #yellowjackets fanfic #fanfic #au #lgbtq #sapphic

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msjuliiette · 2 years

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“aren’t you a cutie?” ✧

pairing: sparrow!ben x umbrella!reader

warnings: drunk reader. swearing. fem reader. very slightly suggestive content. fluff? comfort? idk. oh also bens kinda a dick..

summary: the sparrows weren't even that bad… including one familiar face that you longed to see.

a/n: basically you're drunk, you hang w the sparrows. thats it. alsooo first time writing for ben i hope this is fine!! <3

wc: <1K

requests are currently open!!

everyone was arguing about the sparrows back at home. you and luther agreed they weren’t half bad… but majority wins, right? anyway, while luther stood home and obeyed the majority's wishes to not interact with the sparrows you were busy sneaking out. you couldn’t get there sober though so you grabbed a bottle of vodka. you just drank and drank. intoxicated you was a lot more bold than sober you and you really needed this push.

you knew the conflict that would start if your siblings found out where you were right now, but you couldn’t help it. you held the bottle in your right hand and you knocked with your left. the door swung open immediately as fei had one of her crows watching you.

“oh shit,” fei laughed, she smelled the scent of the alcohol off of you, jayme stood by her side.

“what do you want, pretty girl,” jayme scoffed.

“you guys are pret-ty… cool…” you cut yourself short not even knowing what to say next.

a familiar face parted the two girls. a wonky smile immediately grew on your whole face. you basically collapsed on him and you grabbed onto his shoulder for some support.

“ben!”

he groaned and made an annoyed face as he pushed you off of him.

“oh ben i missed you so freaking much,” your eyes began to water.

“the fuck,” he pushed you off of him.

he still remained careful with you. his hands holding onto your shoulders to maintain your balance.

“oh god why is she crying,” fei sighed.

“let's just get the chick inside,” jayme flipped her hair as she started walking to the liquor cabinet, “well i mean why not all of us get drunk? this ‘family,’ drama is stupid.”

you quickly moved through ben and followed after them with a smile. the click clacks of your heels swallowed the hall and you tried your best to remain upright.

it didn't take too long for the rest of the sparrows to gather together, and it took an even shorter amount of time for everyone to go through several bottles. ben was lame though and refused to indulge in any of the fun. but you didn't care! all of you were having fun and if he wanted to be boring… well, whatever.

as night grew upon you guys everyone had left one by one to go to bed. each with their own excuse- but not you! the only reason you kept on drinking was because this was literally your only way of coping. end of the world, majority of your family has gotten fucking annoying.. ben was the only one who hadn’t left.

“ben…”

“what,” he looked over at you from the other couch right in front of you.

“i’ve got some..thing to tell ya,” you said as you pouted and drank a little bit more.

“what is it?” he had an unamused look on his face.

“you know you are really..,” your sentence was interrupted by a gag.

your eyes winded and you felt all those gallons of liquor coming up.

luckily, while you were busy going on and on with the sparrows, ben managed to grab a bucket… just in case… he handed it to you as you threw up your guts. ben stood beside you and held your hair back. once you finished throwing up, not even half of what you had drunk today, you turned your head over to ben.

“what i was trying to say is,” you smiled, “you’re not all that bad like you pretend you are..”

“oh shut up.”

it didn't take long till your head was back in that bucket.

ben was thinking about what you said as the room echoed with blegghh and blech sounds.

“did she really mean that,” he thought to himself. in his mind he thought everyone was incapable of even thinking he's a good person. but then again, maybe it was just the alcohol talking… right?

soon enough you’d been reaching for another bottle.

“hey hey hey,” he carefully grabbed it out of your hand, “i think you’ve had enough for one day.”

ben placed the bottle on the ground.

“buttt ben pleaseee, just onnnee more sip,” you pleaded.

“no, y/n,” he grabbed you, bridal style, “what you need is some sleep.”

“aren’t you a cutie,” you winked and booped his nose.

he rolled his eyes in response and you let out a laugh.

he laid you down on the bed and tucked you in.

“well.. goodnight.”

as he headed to the door to shut the light off and exit you stopped him.

“ben pleaseee don’t go,” you frowned.

he turned around, interested in what you had to say next.

“look, you aren’t my ben… but i really- like reallyreallyreally missed you.. can’t you just stay pleaseee!”

he facepalmed, “y/n no. this was even pushing it for me,” his hands left his face to turn back around and open the door.

“waitwaitwaitwait noo!! ben!! look.. you have been gone for like billions of years ‘nd i missed youuuu!!! you aren’t actually him but thats okay.. i like you! you are such a freakin softie,” you smiled and giggled, “just because you aren’t my ben doesn’t mean i can’t like new ben, lay down please. i like you a lot a lot a lot.. i missssed you!”

he took a moment and let your words sink in. you… liked him? you two had only just met but wow. he felt a warmth in his heart. his mind was racing with thoughts.. with emotions. did you really like him? are you just nice?

“okay fine. you owe me, okay?”

“yayyyy!!! thank you ben, i do owe you! whatever you want,” you winked.

he laid down next to you and turned facing the other way.

“oh cmon now benn don’t be such a lame-ass,” you tugged on his shoulder.

he groaned and turned over, “you seriously owe me big time for this one.”

“thats fine,” you smiled and shut your eyes.

as you fell asleep you had an arm wrapped around ben. his thoughts wandered but he always came back to the same subject… you. it really fucked with his head hearing the umbrella academy saying they didn’t like “new ben.” how the fuck was he supposed to know what “old ben was like”? you had soothed his thoughts though… knowing that at least one person liked him helped him sleep that night.

#fanfic #headcanons #imagines #ben hargreeves fluff #ben hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua season 3 #tua spoilers #tua fanfic #ben hargreeves fic #sparrow academy #sparrow ben #tua netflix #tua ben #drunk reader #ben hargreeves comfort #ben hargreeves angst

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ghostswrites · 8 months

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“I don’t see your point. I don’t want to work for royalty. I don't want anything to do with them, and I definitely don’t want anything to do with the prince.” Gwaine just frowned at him. Setting down his beer, Gwaine looked at him seriously.

“Arthur was the one who encouraged me to leave behind the title and do what I wanted and not what my father wanted of me. He is still my friend and is kind and strong. I believe that he will change this country, and it will be for the best. I saw your painting and knew it was him, and he hasn’t been shutting up about the dark-haired twink with a big dick for a month. Likewise, I knew it was you after seeing that painting. You should be thanking me, or would’ve been painting a ghost for the rest of your life.”

Merlin was frowning and trying to find a hole in Gwaine's logic, but was struggling. “Well, he’s a cock slut!” Merlin cried, and Gwaine just threw his head back and let out a long, deep laugh. “He barely saw me for twenty minutes before he was on his knees!”

Gwaine was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. “Yeah, he is like that. I’m surprised they have not caught yet him. Though Uther keeps his sexuality under lock and key. Thinks that just because he’s bisexual, that the whole ‘liking men’ thing is a phase.”

He felt his heart break a little about that. Most people think bisexuality is fake. That they only really like one side. If they are dating a man, that means they will just cheat on them with a woman. Or if they date a woman, that means they don’t really love her, and she’s just a beard. You really couldn’t win. It wasn’t just the straights that believed that, but most of the queer community.

It made Merlin want to reach out to Arthur, bring him into his arms, and tell the blonde that it was okay and that he understood. He had been on a date before he met Freya and Merlin had casually let it slip that he was bisexual and his date had gone very quiet before asking.

“So does that mean if we date, you’re going to be fucking men on the side?”

Merlin had been so taken aback, he didn’t even react when she had stood up and told him to call her when he picked the right side. Coming home had been a blur, walking into the flat, Gwaine took one look at his face and sat him down.

They had spent the night passing a bottle of cheap vodka back and forth, talking about sexuality. Gwaine was pansexual and mentioned that sometimes people asked him if it was even a real thing.

Freya hadn’t been like that; she was never thinking Merlin would be fickle or pick a side. Everything had been great till she broke it off with him, telling him that he needed to find passion. Looking over to the painting on the easel, he felt his heart flutter at all the colors.

The whole thing screamed of intense burning desire. It was kinda scary, looking at the feelings he had inside on a canvas for him to see outside himself. When he had painted for Freya it had been monochrome, still images of love and compassion, but it was dull. It was after she had seen the painting he had done for her that she broke it off.

To have these emotions for someone he barely knew and only met twice was making him a little nauseous, like when you’ve been on the Big Dipper for too long, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted off the ride yet. It was with every drop his stomach fluttered, and he rose out of his seat. He looked back at Gwaine, who was watching him with a knowing smirk.

“I just want to say that the month after the party I’ve never seen Arthur pine as much as he did when he thought he wouldn’t see you again, and I had to watch the Sophia disaster of twenty-sixteen, so let me tell you that means something.”

Hearing that made Merlin’s heart flutter and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “And how you wore his jacket and painted his face. I know the feelings are mutual.” Merlin flushed and tried to think how to deny it, but couldn’t come up with an excuse.

“I didn’t even know he was.” Merlin said lamely, and Gwaine just nodded, like it was the answer to everything. He couldn’t help that feeling of a thread being attached between him and the blonde at the moment they locked eyes.

Gwaine just picked up his controller and unpaused the game. “Sometimes that’s all it takes.” He said wisely. Leaving Merlin standing next to his painting, feeling lost.

#modern royalty au #snippet #merthur #merlin #my writing #wip

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frenxio · 1 year

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Venti x reader - 𝗢𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1𝗞

A/N: I'm not exactly proud of this one </3

Ever since Venti, or Barbatos you should call, has become the Anemo Archon, you two have been close friends. You follow around the bard, and you figured this out yourself but, he enjoys quiet places. Such like the Whispering Woods or Starsnatch Cliff. He would play his lyre and sing his heart out with poetic lyrics. There was not one piece that belonged to him you despise. Expect one he does that you makes your blood boil to the core.

"Venti!" You slammed the door to Angel share, causing the crowd to zip up their mouths. However Venti stayed loud. Luckily, he was easy to spot amongst humans who dressed unlike him. "You-! Come here! You drank too much already!"

You saw him flirting with women. He delicately touched her naked shoulder and down to her arm to suggest his mature motive. It made you clench your fist even tighter, then pulled him off the girl. "Did you not hear me? I said you're drinking too much!"

"Then let me drink some more!~" he giggled, hiccuping while he held tightly on his beer, struggling to stand up off the floor. "Want to join me?"

You rolled your eyes and groaned, shaking your head and instead of letting him lie dead there until morning, you dragged him out as he whined and cried. Before you left however, you had to apologise to Diluc standing behind the counter. As a response, he just nodded and continued wiping the moist glasses.

Mondstadt was quiet during night time, the only thing breaking the silence was your loud, heavy and angry steps, returning to your abode with the drunk man dragged along the rocky ground. Was he really a God?

"Y/n!~ please, I want to go back!" He wiggled his arms around the air, being unable to walk, and attempted to lightly hit you but, you kept a safe distance incase he had turned violent. "Please? Let me go, please? I beg you!"

You let out an irritated sigh, "then answer this, why do you always drink?"

"Because alcohol tastes good!"

"No, come with me to my house."

"Oh my, my body is not ready yet!" He hugged himself in an attempt to hide his body. As if there was anything to hide. His feelings were clearly out in the open for everybody to see. His body was well covered with clothes but, except for his Archon uniform. He hit different wearing those clothes.

An irk mark appeared on your head, and you only walked faster to go back to your house. Finally, you threw him on the living room couch and prepared a glass of water, hoping to the Archons that he would sober up a little and have an understanding of his inappropriate acts while drunk. "Here, drink up."

He pouts, but ends up drinking the whole thing anyway. Sometimes you'd convince him that he was chugging down vodka, but no, of course not. You knew it was just water. He's too drunk to realise that. He's unaware of your romantic feelings for him as well. Every little flirtatious interaction with other females gets you to feel jealous. You hated that, perhaps he knew that you liked him and he's found an opportunity to end your feelings for him just by being more with other girls.

"It tastes weird... Is it water!? Did you give me water?" He said.

You carried him bridal style and walked to the guest bedroom. Signaling that he was going to sleep there by himself and stuck your tongue out as a response. "It always has been."

He sulked again, crossing his arms as you gently laid him on the bed. For fucks sake, he was heavy as hell despite his size. Do all gods feel heavy? Maybe you could travel around the world just to check their weight. There's no such device as a weight check device, unless Fontaine created one.... Wait! No, back to the topic at hand.

"Ugh, no now I'm tired. Why do you always steal me away from the Tavern?" He asked with pure curiosity. His face was red, he reeks of alcohol.

You slammed a huge bottle of water by his side of the bed, then sat down on a chair that rested next to him. "It's bad for your body if you drink alcohol daily."

You took the blanket and laid it over his body, and gently patting it. Your face was cold the entire time you helped him this night, and he couldn't help but stare at you. He never noticed how much you cared about him until now since he thought you were preventing him from having fun, but now that you answered his question, it sort of tickled his heart.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and hummed with eyes closed. "You care so much about me! Do you like me or something?"

You flinched, diverting your gaze away from the man himself. Your first love. Brushing his arms off you, you left him wondering if you really do have feelings for him while humming in response. Was it? It was neither a yes or no. It wasn't a confession at all.

Your actions snapped him awake. The only thing he could see were your reddened ears. He could only assume...

"Wait, do you actually?"

"Just go to bed."

You closed the door shut behind you before going to your room, when you heard the door slam behind you. You whipped your head around to see Venti, well Barbatos, blushing ear to ear. His eyes were sparkling and his smile was wide. "I like you too! No, I love you!"

He ran to you and hugged you again. Your face was heating up again. Gosh, what should you do? Should you deny it? "Come on, Venti... Let go. You're drunk, just rest."

"No. Do you like me too?"

Unavoidable gaze. He has it, and you couldn't ignore it. You were hesitant, but you returned his hug and nuzzled your face in his neck. "For a long while now." But can he be yours? Although he says that he likes you now, there were still girls who he flirted with.

"Me too. I love you too." He patted your head. "Were you jealous of them?"

You nodded.

He smiled. "We're all friends. They think I'm a girl."

You chuckled, "I can see why they'd think that."

"Maybe I should have a change of appearance?" Venti sighed, sulking. Oh how it feels to be in his shoes. To look like a girl yet can't be identified if truly male.

"No." You pushed yourself away from him and cupped his warm, red cheeks. Staring at him in the eye with a loving look. "You're mine now. I'm the only one you need to impress."

#genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin venti #genshin fluff #genshin impact fanfic #genshin x reader #x reader #x afab reader #romance #lovers #fictional characters #fluff

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oxycharm · 2 years

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Take a picture, it’ll last longer.

abt: based off one of my headcanons I came up with, basically boris taking photos of theo when he was drunk. ( I haven’t wrote a fic since like middle school so I am so sorry if it’s this trash T_T, also I’ve noticed a lack of boreo fics on this app, ok I’ll shut up now)

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“ Potter, your glasses are on upside down!” Boris chuckles while attempting to get up from the bed covered with vodka bottles, a bunch of random chip bags, and Theo’s legs resting on his lap.

“ I don’t feel them? i think you’re pretty delusional boris.. because I don’t think my glasses are on my face.” He says while putting his hands on his eyes, somehow too high or drunk even to tell he’s wearing them. Boris could easily tell cause Theo gets stupid when drunk and his face has a light pinkish blush on it.

“ dumbass they are on your face, you’re pretty drunk potter.” Boris says while playfully knocking Theo’s head with his knuckles, then he gets an idea and manages to get out the bed.

“ hey! If I am drunk who’s fault is that? I didn’t bring the vodka you know.” Theo reaches and crawls over to attempt and punch Boris’s arm, but fails when misses the whole arm despite being right there and falls and slumps on the floor in defeat. Boris simply laughs like a manic.

Boris cannot take him seriously because he can say normal sentences but they all have a funny slurred voice to it, almost a bubbly voice at that. Plus he likes drunk Theo because he seems kind of more happier then when he is sober.

“ You didn’t bring the vodka but you got the Jack Daniels from your dads cabinet. Did you not?” Boris says while walking over to his closet which only has a few black or dark colored outfits. He reaches his arm up to one of the shelves effortlessly and pulls down a white Polaroid camera. Which seems to haven’t been used for anything.

“ hey potter, say сыр!” *click* Theo very unaware of what even just happened within the last maybe 10 seconds had a stunned, but funny look on his face. “ lemme see lemme see, I wanna see!” Theo attempting to see but the taller boy holding the polaroid picture up high. “ ah ah say please”.

“ You fucker just show me the goddamn photo!” Theo at this point is trying to climb up Boris to see it and they both end up falling to the ground, popper comes running in to see the commotion. “ Look what you did potter, popchyk is confused now”. Theo and Boris laugh at what just occurred and Boris faces Theo and shows him the picture.

“ Jesus do I really look like that?” Boris chuckles once more and fixes Theo’s crooked glasses. “ Don’t worry potter you are just fine, your glasses were just very crooked. Let’s take another.” Boris gets the camera and faces it towards them, Popchyk crawls on Theo’s chest and lays there aswell while Theo softly pets him. * click click* then they both sit up.

Boris pulls out the Polaroid and stares with a slight blush on his cheeks, They are laying on the carpet with Theo laying on his shoulder slightly with a small smile on his face, his eyes glossy you can tell even with his glasses on, wearing Boris’s iconic cat shirt and with popper laying there too.

Boris turns to face Theo who I was also staring or starstruck even like he’s never see a photo before in his life. Him on the other hand was staring at Boris, his dark curls slightly coming down on his face with a giant smile, he could point out almost every freckle on his face if he wanted too.

“ You can keep it” Boris says snapping Theo out of his staring. “ Oh.. no it’s ok you can keep it Boris, it’s a very nice picture” pushing Boris’s hand back. Theo turns away slightly trying to hide the warmth creeping up to his cheeks more. Boris is actually pretty amused on how Theo is getting flustered but it’s probably the alcohol.

*click* Boris took this as a moment of opportunity to take a picture of him. Facing his head away sitting criss cross with his hands still on the dogs head and the lighting from the lamp gives it a warm tone. Theo stunned again rolls his eyes. “ Can I use the camera now?” Boris hand him the camera watching how he struggles to figure out how to use it. *click* *click* “ how the fuck do you work this thing!” Boris cannot stop laughing, at this rate his stomach will be sore tomorrow from how much he is laughing tonight.

“ potter do you need help.” “ no I can do it.” He eventually figures it out and by then Boris already lit a cigarette. *click* Theo pulled out the photo and it was Boris laying up on the bedside with a cigarette between his two fingers, you could even seen the smoke from the cig in the picture too. “ wow.” “ Is it bad potter?” With the cigarette still in hand

Theo shows him the photo and Boris smiles at it. “ hey, you could be a future photographer it’s nice.” Theo smiles wide “ I wanna keep this one, you look pretty.” He grabs a nearby marker and marks it, dumbass Boris. They both roll around laughing the whole night accumulating a bunch of photos from one of them drinking vodka bottles, cigarettes between fingers, even some of them having fun with popchyk, or just goofy pictures of one another.

The last photo of the night is Theo at 3am, in the moonlight, wrapped up in blankets sleeping peacefully with popchyk right beside him. “ I think I like this one the most” Boris says hoping not to wake Theo. He sets the camera down along with all the photos from it on the desk right beside the bed, then lays down and closes his eyes with a faint smile on his face.

“ I heard you by the way” Theo says causing another quiet moment of them laughing.

#boris pavlikovsky #Theo #theo decker #the goldfinch #boreo #boreo fic #pure fluff #polaroid #boris x theo #theo x boris #i actually really like how this turned out #tgf boris #tgf theo #popchyk

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ily-fictional-women · 1 year

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Ashes to Ashes || Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Healing

Summary: Family is forever.

Pairing: big sister!Yelena x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of, but if I should add anything let me know!

Word count: 1482

a/n: Like last time there will be another chapter to this specific fic next week but it will give epilogue vibes. Here’s a link to this fics masterlist. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

A shitty motel, Russia, 7:23 pm

Setting down the bags and getting comfortable Y/n and Yelena practically collapsed sitting in the small rickety chairs that partially decorated the motel room. Rummaging through one of the supply bags Yelena takes out a first aid kit and a few mini vodkas from the mini bar– although when Y/n reaches out to take the small glass bottle Yelena slaps her hand. “Ow! What was that for? It’s not like I’m not old enough to have one.”

Organizing the contents of the first aid kit Yelena dismisses her reaction to the slap “Go change first, you can have one while I clean up your leg.” With a small huff, Y/n agrees, it’s probably for the best instead of keeping pressure on it constantly. Changing into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt slightly elevating her leg giving Yelena easy access to the wound. Handing Y/n one of the bottles Yelena takes another pouring it onto the wound to clean the area.

“Мудак!” Yelena looks up at her because of the reaction giving her the same stare an older sister would give their younger sibling after throwing a tantrum. “Stop it. You’re being dramatic.” Ignoring the comment Y/n takes a swig of the vodka still in her hand. “How’d you get that?” Y/n asks gesturing to the scar on Yelena’s right arm. “It was from a fight I got in while trying to get the antidote more widespread.”

“Was Natasha there?” Yelena smiled at the question thinking about all the memories, memories she wouldn’t be able to relive. Her eyes got teary at the fact she wouldn’t be able to make any new memories with her “Yeah, yeah she was there with me the whole time.” As Yelena continued to clean and bandage the wound Y/n asked “Do you miss her a lot? Natasha I mean.”

Yelena wipes away a stray tear “Yeah, I do. But having you makes it easier.”

Words of affirmation not being Y/n’s strong suit for numerous reasons flicks her head back trying to hold back tears of her own, staring at the ceiling she winces only to feel Yelena tap her leg gently “All done.” As Yelena cleans up the used supplies Y/n eased herself onto the nearby bed staring up at the ceiling again “I did some research on that Dr. Ines guy while you were piloting, he works at a university. And when I was going through his location history there’s a gap for three hours after he gets off from working there where his location is off.”

“What are you proposing?”

Y/n smiles a little turning over to look at Yelena “Instead of having some big showdown where we get even more hurt we have a stakeout mission. All we would need to do is wait to follow him wherever he goes, interrogate him, then destroy any biotoxin besides the 12 vials we have.”

“You really think it’ll be that easy? We don’t even have a car.”

“Car thing shouldn’t be a problem we’ll only need it for a few hours, we can just hijack one temporarily. But the rest is simple enough, as long as we play our cards right we just have to fight a scientist.” Yelena laughs out loud “You want to hijack a car? Then return it?” Y/n rolls her eyes letting out a small laugh “Not necessarily return it, more like” she snaps her fingers trying to think of the right words to express what she means but Yelena interrupts “Like un-steal it?” She smiles “Yes! Before the extraction, we’ll un-steal it.”

“So we leave tomorrow?”

“Yup.” Yelena flops on her own bed after the confirmation taking in a breath and thinking to herself about how she could get used to this life, a life with Y/n.

A stolen car, 6:03 pm

Y/n groans “Are you bored? Because I’m bored.”

“Wasn’t it your idea to do this in the first place?”

“Yes, but we’ve been sitting here for hours staring outside a window in silence. I’m playing music I can’t take this anymore.” She takes out her phone smiling at an idea.

The lyrics weren’t that familiar in the beginning but there was one part that made her remember “So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry” A smile crept up onto her face “You remembered my song, after all these years.”

“Yeah, I listened to it sometimes when I missed you.” Yelena looked over at her smiling “So did you listen to it a lot?” Keeping her eyes focused on the big window she laughs to herself “Maybe.” The sisterly heart-to-heart was cut off early though as Y/n spotted the target “Ебена мать! Yelena drive” Y/n slaps her arms multiple times pointing out the red car that started driving “Go, now, or I’ll start driving.”

“Give it a minute, will you? If he notices us tailgating him we’re done for.” The drive wasn’t long or at least it didn’t feel like it. Within about 20 minutes they were outside an almost victorian building scouting it look through all the windows. Y/n loads her pistol “He’s on the third floor, you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. Do you have the grapple gun?” Y/n lifts the gun almost triumphantly “Of course I do.” Within seconds, they were each on the ledge of a large window sill. Taking out a knife Yelena managed to pry it open letting the two enter what by the looks of it was a makeshift lab. That's when Yelena saw him as Y/n closed the window quietly. He was standing over a large beaker full of bright green biotoxin and different chemicals to it. Noticing him Y/n held up her pistol grazing the end of it to the back of his head “Dr. Didier Ines?” He practically jumped from being startled “W- who sent you? Wh- which government?” Y/n shrugged turning him around “Doesn’t matter, be we need to talk.”

“Yelena, go look around for the anymore biotoxin. Please.” As Yelena gave Y/n one more look before walking off Y/n pushed Dr. Ines into a nearby swivel chair. “So, the biotoxin. Is this all of it?” Ines stammers “Well uh, I sold some, some of the trial run to the Pakistani military. But the rest is here, all of it.”

“Good, now, who order you to do it?”

“Some Constantin guy about 5 years ago. He died not so long after he ordered me to make this though. And I didn’t get a full start to it back then since I died like the other half of the world.” Constantin, that one word is what brought Y/n’s guard down. “Constantin? Was his name Niko Constantin?”

“Yeah, it was.” Within a blink of an eye, Ines grabbed the gun that was pointed at him twisting the gun around and holding a syringe full of the biotoxin to Y/n’s neck. He moved his head closer to the girl “Call the other girl, now.”

“YELENA!!” Y/n screamed out. Not wasting any time Yelena ran as fast as possible to Y/n seeing a syringe full of biotoxin get eerily close to Y/n’s neck. Yelena held up her widow bites and full charge “Yelena, do it. Do it I’ll be okay.” Y/n choked out. But Ines pulled her closer to him the needle almost grazing her skin “If you do it I’ll stick her with this then we all die.”

“Yelena do it, trust me.” Yelena took the shot but Y/n pulled herself and Ines to the side dodging the blast and hitting a flammable container that blew up from the spark of electricity causing a fire started to spread everywhere. Luckily enough though the blast separated Ines and Y/n. “Yelena, do you still have the vials?” Yelena choked on the surrounding smoke “Yeah, I have it. The biotoxin shouldn’t survive this though we need to go.” As the two neared the window Ines lunged toward Yelena pulling her back, but Yelena managed to elbow him in the face causing him to fall backward. Using the grapple gun they both landed safely on the ground panting from exhaustion and smoke inhalation. “Why did you trust me to shoot?” Y/n pants again “It was risky.”

Yelena throws her arm over onto Y/n’s shoulder “Because, you will always be my little sister, no matter how old you get. And being my little sister means I see you as family. And I trust family.” Y/n grins at the comment “Thanks” she pauses for a moment “Сестра.” Yelena looked at Y/n one more time “Burger?”

“I’ll call Valentina about the extraction first, but yeah, I could eat.”

#yelena belova x platonic!reader #aroace yelena belova #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena mcu #mcu fic #ily fictional women #marvel fancic #giving a mentally unstable adult a child trope #found family #trauma bonding

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Saviour: Chapter 2

-- I don’t know how voice notes work, but lets run with it.

Tw. For abuse, home invasions, guns, gunshot wounds, and mentions of murder.

Tag list: @mavericksicybabe @scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir @rosiahills22 @8oopsiedaisy8 @mavswife @dempy @unsure-but-trying --

Jake didn’t visit his mother often enough, but when he did he pulled out all the stops. He got flowers, a card, the whole shebang.

Her grave was at the back of the cemetery’s B block, where all the people who died within the previous five years were laid to rest. He made his way down the path with the bouquet and the card in his right hand and a bucket in the other one, ready to sponge the dust off of her gravestone. When he arrived, he found a bouquet of daisies and a child’s drawing partially tucked underneath the ground.

His sister and niece came every Wednesday, usually they would maintain the grave so he wouldn’t have to, but neighbourhood children had recently been caught vandalising cemeteries. Children these days apparently found it amusing to taunt murder victims into the afterlife. His mother had been a victim of the group, her tombstone graffitied with obscene words and insults, all of which aroused a deep seated fury inside Jake’s chest.

He said a quick prayer before starting the sponge bath.

Jake hadn’t heard from you in a week now, and neither had Penny.

Whispers around the bar told him that ‘Nick’ -- that was his real name, but Jake referred to men like him in more expletive-filled terms -- was drowning his sorrows about the sudden departure of his girlfriend at the bottom of a bottle of cheap, store-bought vodka. Jake had caught himself wishing that hadn’t just been a metaphor and he didn’t even feel guilty about it.

As much as he wished you would text him, just to calm his worries, he supposed that no news was good news.

The week had been fairly peaceful.

Your parents had tried to make you as comfortable as possible, but you could sense discomfort whenever you entered the room they were in, like they had just been talking about you.

You knew they were just worried and trying to figure out what to do, but you couldn’t help feeling awkward. You cherished the hours spent at home alone, gently getting used to your new normal.

The change from the life you lead in San Diego was staggering sometimes. The first night you slept in, you almost had a panic attack, expecting Nick to come through your bedroom door demanding his breakfast or threatening to throw you down the stairs. But no matter how much you were shown that you were safe, the fear he had instilled in you was still present in your body. Sometimes you managed to calm yourself down by telling yourself that a week in safety would never overshadow years of abuse, but deep down you knew it was because he would come back.

And he did. A week and a half after Jake had helped you flee, you went down the stairs to make some tea and breakfast and noticed a familiar car while flipping pancakes. You ducked down out of sight of the window, trying to calm down your breathing

“It’s nothing. Plenty of people have that kind of car. Just calm down and finish breakfast” You thought to yourself. You stood up and caught a glimpse of the man on the driver’s side. You ducked down again and took out your phone with trembling hands.

Jake’s phone rang but you received no answer.

Your finger hovered over the voicenote button but one look outside of the window convinced you to press it. Just in case.

“He’s here” You whispered into the receiver.

Jake had been driving for about two hours when you called.

Whispers at the bar had been talking about Nick going to get his girl back and he had turned on his heels immediately after a panicked look from Penny. He had jumped into his truck and driven away, breaking several US federal speed limits.

He didn’t have a plan, but confronting the man was a terrible idea in all scenarios except an emergency one. He had thought of staying with you until police could get him far enough away from you and for long enough to allow you to get a restraining order but by the time he had arrived, fate had chosen his plan for him.

His brother was a police officer, he liked recounting his heroic acts whenever they met and while Jake had listened to countless stories about interrupting home invasions, he had forgotten everything he needed to do as soon as he saw the state of the house. Your parents’ front door had been kicked off its hinges. It hung pathetically, threatening to fall completely if anything touched it. Jake entered the house quietly, careful not to make a sound. He walked around the ground floor with his back to the wall and his heart hammering in his chest. His phone buzzed, it was on vibrate but the device had been next to his keys and it had made more noise than Jake was comfortable with so he took it out and saw the notification for your voice note and a text from his brother.

He got an idea. It was a spectacularly bad idea, considering his first thought should have been calling the police, but fear did strange things to the brain. He unlocked his phone and left his brother a voice note with the address and a rough description of the situation.

The ground floor was clear, so Jake climbed upstairs as noiselessly as he could, removing his shoes at the bottom and only stepping on the carpeted bit in the middle of the creaky stairs. The carpet muffled the sound of his steps well enough, but it hadn’t been needed in the end as the first floor had been clear too. You were nowhere in sight, and the house was quiet as the night. Maybe Nick had taken you away somewhere else?

Then, as Jake looked around the bathroom, he remembered your father mentioning a basement. He went back down again and started looking for a door that could lead him to you.

Jake cursed your parents for having closed all doors and for having had them all painted white in the first place, he had opened six of the wrong doors before finally finding the right one. He steadied his breathing and took out his phone again to send another voice note. This time he didn’t speak. He could hear Nick’s muffled voice down the dark stairs and his heart skipped a beat. Unless the man had completely lost his marbles, that meant you were still alive.

His phone was ringing with his brother’s number but Jake ignored it.

He was high on adrenaline and unable to think clearly. Calling the police still hadn’t crossed his mind.

He crouched down behind the bannister and walked down the stairs on the ball of his socked feet.

The basement was a large affair, surprisingly more complicated to navigate than Jake would have thought possible, but Nick had made finding you easy enough. Only one door in the corridor was open with a flimsy lamp shining the way. Jake advanced with his back to the wall again. His brother was still calling.

He arrived at the door. Jake knew he needed to peak now, if only to see how many people Nick had herded into the room with you, or if he had an accomplice. He steadied his breathing and risked a look.

You were shaking in your seat, the gag and rough rope keeping you still keeping you in pain. Nick had checked your bonds three times since dragging you down those stairs. Tears streamed down your face but you didn’t dare make a noise. Your father sat to your left, his head lolling to the side, unconscious from the blow Nick had given to his skull. You were thanking the heavens your mother wasn’t due back from work for a few hours still, as you assumed everything would be solved in the next hour. For better or for worse.

You saw something move by the door to your left. Your heart skipped a beat and then immediately sank when you recognised Jake. He looked at you for a brief second and then his eyes darted towards Nick.

Your ex swung his loaded gun about to accentuate whatever he was saying. Fear had blocked out his words a long time ago, but either he didn’t care or hadn’t noticed, as his monologue had continued.

Jake was quickly realising how truly stupid his plan had been.

There was only one thing left to do. He raised the phone to his mouth and spoke before his finger accidentally pressed the send button.

Nick had shot through the wall and straight through his midriff. The pain was agonising. Jake’s world soon turned to black as his legs slipped from underneath him and gently dropped him down the wall.

The colour white blinded him as his eyes adjusted to the hospital lights. The gentle beeping of a heart monitor had woken him up but the pain he felt in his upper body kept him awake.

Someone stirred next to him.

“Jake? Shit. Nurse!” A gruff voice bellowed. He recognised the voice and when he managed to find the energy to turn his head, he could make out his brother Killian’s brown shaggy hair, and beard. The only two features indicating that Jake wasn’t simply looking through a mirror.

“Tell me how you graduated Top Gun top of your class and still came up with a plan as fucking stupid as this one?” His brother had shouted at him as soon as a nurse had made sure Jake was okay.

God, he had never been happier to Killian’s stupid face. If Jake had been able to move without feeling searing pain, he might have even hugged him. Instead, he settled on asking his brother the only question that mattered.

“Is she okay?”

“They are keeping her under observation for now, but she is fine” He sighed.

“I hate you, you know that?” Killian added “I am officially the family disappointment now”

“Now?! You were always the family disappointment, Kay” Jake managed to smile

“Eh, I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders “Guess a confirmed kill in the air wasn’t enough for you, you had to go and be a hero on the ground too” Killian smiled and Jake chuckled. He winced.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #original fic #jake seresin #hangman top gun

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crossroadsserpent · 2 years

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Immortal love

Chapter one

(Part one)

Billy Butcherson x Transgender! FTM! Reader.

-I really want to make this a multiple part story where they Soul Bond and adopt a child together. (I say Soul Bond because they can't get legally married so a Soul bonding spell preformed by the two of them takes place instead.) I really just want a feel good multi-part fic :) -

Also I struggled really hard on whether to keep this fic Gender neutral or to give this fic a transgender ftm reader. I really wanted the reader to be ftm because it seemed fitting for a trans man to have witch's blood.

Warnings: cursing, fluff, some angry words said about Winnie.

(Fic takes place after the end of Hocus Pocus 2)

Summary: After the Sanderson sisters died for good Billy finally gets his eternal rest only to find that the afterlife was very lonely. However he wouldn't be alone for very long as a new witch moves to Salem. This witch is the exact opposite of the sisters, only using their magic for good things.

One day they decided to take a walk through the graveyard to relax after s stressful day at work and come across the grave of William Butcherson, noticing the tombstone said 'lost soul'. On a whim they decide to use one of their spells to try and wake him from the dead.

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Y/N really did love Salem, he was really surprised at how progressive they were, with many Wiccan, pagan, and magica shops scattered across the town. He didn't go into town much though, people really scared him so he tended to stay in his new home reading or doing one of his many hobbies.

He did get a job at a coffee shop for some extra spending money (though he didn't need it, his whole family were Wiccans and were fairly well off so the money wasn't really needed)

Not surprisingly, getting that job was one of his biggest regrets, having been yelled at by three customers on his first day. He seriously considered losing his white witch status just to transform this one particular jerk of a customer into a backwards donkey with its ass for his face. He managed to keep the white witch title and keep a smile on his face as he deals with the vile words coming from the mouths of the most goblin faced people he'd ever seen.

Today however was the last straw. He'd been working at that shop for a little over four months now and up until today it was tolerable, today a woman spent three hours belittling him and degrading him, using many very hurtful slurs. The worst part was his manager taking the customer's side, the moment that happened he looked to the manager and, in the calmest voice he could muster, he spoke two words before walking out, "I quit."

Now he was walking through a graveyard, listening to the birds chirping and the wind rustling the leaves of the old trees. After an hour or so he got tired of walking and sat down on the ground next to a few Graves, one of which caught his eye, an old tombstone that bore the name 'William Butcherson' with the words 'Lost Soul' inscribed beneath it. His eyes scanned the tombstone, admiring the design

'I wonder who he was...' He thought, wondering if there might be some way to talk to the dead. Fortunately for him he remembered a ritual he learned from a shaman from Louisiana, a spell to raise the dead. It wasn't a black magic spell, it was more like bringing the soul back to the body.

He returned that night with the necessary items for the ritual along with his book of collected spells.

(This ritual/spell is totally made up by me! Please don't try this!)

Kneeling at the foot of the grave he began to set up 8 red candles in a circle.

Using black salt he made a circle around the candles while he hummed and old song his mother use to sing.

Using the ashes of the burned pages of an old Bible he made lines connecting each candle.

In the center he placed a piece of aged paper containing the name of the deceased he wished to bring back.

'Almost ready to start the chant'

He pulled a small bottle of vodka from the outer pocket of his bag, taking off the lid and tipping a third of the bottle onto the paper.

Opening the book to the correct page he began to read off the chant as he lit each candle

"Death to life, ashes to dust, back to life bring you I must, breathe and rise, reverse the demise, arise and live I beg of thee!" He chanted, repeating it as he lit each candle.

All of the candles were lit and with a new match he began to quickly repeat the next part of the chant

"mortem contra vitam levare maledictionem"

He dropped the lit match onto the paper which caught fire almost instantly.

"mortem contra vitam levare maledictionem"

The paper quickly turned to ash and what was left of the fire lit the lines of Bible ash, burning up ti each candle.

"mortem contra vitam levare maledictionem"

The flames of each candle turned blue as a mist began to surround him.

"mortem contra vitam levare maledictionem!

mortem contra vitam levare maledictionem!

MORTEM CONTRA VITAM LEVARE MALEDICTIONEM!"

The ground began to shake as the mist disappeared into the ground. He jumped up and moved away, worried since the shaman's ritual didn't do anything like that.

The candles went out and everything became earrily calm, confusing him even more, did the ritual not work? He quickly packed up the candles, the vodka, and his book, deciding to go and see if he could find something in his house to dig up the grave.

He was gone for just a few minutes but when he got back his heart jumped up into his throat seeing the grave had already dug up.

He inched closer to the now open grave and looked on once he was close enough to see.

Empty.

The coffin in the grave was totally empty.

Y/n only has one question running through his head... where was the body?

That question was quickly answered by a voice piping up from behind him "Are you the one who brought me back?"

The voice caught him off guard and he jumped letting out a small yell "Oh good Christ!" He spun around to see who had scared him only to come face-to-face with wa walking corpse.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you! Just wasn't sure if you were the one who woke me up." The zombie.. man.. let out an awkward chuckle. Y/N gave him a small nod "Yeah, it was me... sorry."

The man let out a sigh of relief "Oh good, glad it wasn't that damn wench of a woman"

Y/N gave him a confused look "I won't even ask." The man responded with a nod "Good, I don't feel like explaining my relationship with her to anyone ever again" He chuckled.

"Well, where are my manners? I'm Billy Butcherson, what's your name?"

(End of chaper one part one)

#billy butcherson #billy butcherson x reader #hocus pocus

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