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CHERUB (PART I) - Dealer!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: your uncle can’t pay for his weed, joel finds another form of payment.

a note from Lucy: SHEEE'S BAAACK! im sorry but someone had to do it. I took it into my own hands. Hate myself...but I love this. When fleabag said ‘I am a bad feminist’>>>.

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wc: 3377 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! no outbreak (but Sarah still dies sorry), no use of y/n but joel calls the reader ‘Cherub’, porn with little plot, bombastic age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Joel is in his late 50s), Smut, dubcon, P in V sex (unprotected), Creampie, Cumplay, dom!Joel sub!reader dynamic, sex as payment for drugs, allusions to oral - m receiving, Fingering, ever so slight assplay, Choking, gagging (not on his d tho *sigh*), panty sniffing and stealing, Light Spanking, mentions of using drugs such as weed, alcohol consumption, Smoking, use of pet names (baby, cherub, angel, good girl...etc), Joel being foul mouthed, cursing, dirty talk, spitting, spit play. Some of the most animalistic, disgustingly wretched and vile porn I have written thus far...with so little plot that this earned me my place in hell. Big Dick Joel Miller comes as his own warning.

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It was no delicate whisper, or hushed uttering that Joel Miller was now everywhere in you. Scraping the backs of your teeth, festering like a virus in your bloodstream. Melding to the marrow of your bones. The walls of your cunt.

He had a devastating habit of seeping through the cracks of your closed lids. Ready to pillage and plunder his way through your head in its numbed state of sleep. When you could have finally— finally stopped and not felt. But he ebbs deeper.

He did not belong there.

He would not belong there. You’d not give him closure to live and breathe in intimate parts of your anatomy. The only place he would be from now on was between your legs. And maybe in your bed until the wee hours of the dry morning.

That is where you would let him sit.

That is where he would stay.

You hate him. You hate his face. You hate his voice. Hate his fucking temper. But worst of all— the cataclysmic catalyst in your small world of four bedroom walls—you hate how you don’t hate him at all. Not really. Your heart wouldn’t let you. It would break your own ribs clean in two to lurch from your flayed chest and into his palms. If only he’d open them.

Joel Miller gnashed you between his teeth to let you splatter past his lips on the sun cracked dirt. He circled you like a wild cat. His pretty gazelle. Graceful, light on her feet. You felt the splintering distraction of him in the base of your skull. Dull and aching. Still there to rot into earth.

You came for the pleasure but you stayed for the pain.

Distraught with him, you contemplated desertion. Something akin to treason for his tyranny. Cowardice churning at your gut. The pleasure you would draw from the curling scowl of his coarse brows. The thin line you’d make of his lips and dark mist of hickory that would cloud his eye and better judgement.

But then what? You soon learned that if it wasn’t devastating, reaping its agony in your silly little fractured chest— you didn’t dare need, nor crave it. Joel Miller was harrowing.

Broken. Broken, broken, broken — Maimed, shattered, blistered to burst like waterlogged paint. He made you all, and nothing. Made you shrivel into your own shell at the phantom of his thought. Baring your teeth at the need to divulge in feeling deeper than satiation.

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You’d cycled back home, hair damp and lank with rare Austin rain. Slow circles of the pedals around a pivot, swerving gently from one side of the empty road to the other. Eyes ahead of you. It was like you were floating in a daze under the yellow saturation of the streetlamps. Past shabby housing estates back to the trailer park you called home. Tips from tonight tucked into the pocket of your apron, ready to be stored under the mattress in the moth bitten pillowcase. Ready to find your flight out of this town.

You skidded to a halt in the pebble speckled dirt outside your trailer, brakes squealing in protest. Standing to lock up your bike to the railing by your uncles beat up, busted down truck. A heavy thunder cracked above, a swollen storm cloud rolling in to send the summer out on its departure with a bang. September was here. And the air smelled acidic with the promise of downpour.

Glancing at the trailer next door, you came to realise your neighbour was in. Lights on, music rattling aluminium walls of his shabby home. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him as he caught your eye in his window. Watching, thumb swiping over his lower lip as he eyed you in your uniform. A stupid yellow dress and pinafore, scuffed mary janes, frilly white socks. Ketchup stains. Doe eyes glued to him, you saw a swallow pass down the thick column of his throat. His deep hickory eyes were dark black in this light, pupils blown to devour the colour.

Before the heat licking up your cheeks could pull to your centre, you moved one foot in front of the other, crashing through the door. The TV was on, a barbaric film of screams drowned out the thunder outside, rattling in your ears. Jarring? No. The regular. Your uncle, ever the washed up cop out he was, was on his fifth beer, no doubt would send a nightcap of whiskey down his throat before lugging himself off to bed. The bottle hung limp in his drunken hand, loosely dangled over the armrest of the leather couch.

He did not spare you a glance.

“I’m home.” You called out to him, waving out a hand in his direction. His sunken stoner eyes didn't drift from the box television in front of him. Merely garbled grunt, followed by a beer burp passed his lips. You sighed through your nose, teeth set on edge. “You had dinner?”

Another grunt. One you took as ‘the fuck do you think?’

You sighed, “Okay, i’ll throw somethin’ in the oven, yeah?” This time he did not spare an answer.

You took it as a blessing. Could have been worse. He could have struck you for being late, taking on overtime for Dee, the young mother who worked alongside you on friday evenings. You needed the money. Uncle Luke got laid off last month, turning up to the impound lot drunk, reeking of hard liquor and staggering around machinery.

So you left it at that, disappeared to hide your money, counting out the bills into piles of ten. Just shy of ninety six dollars. All gathered and stuffed under your mattress. Next was dinner. Nothing much in the fridge, a box of frostbitten waffle fries, out of date in the back of the freezer. Or leftover pizza from the night before. Why not both. ‘Have a feast!’ you humoured yourself dryly.

It was an hour or so later into the evening when your uncle finally spoke up, empty plate resting on his beer belly, another belch to punctuate the first words he said to you all evening.

“Do me a favour and drop by Joel's will ya, doll?” You sat up, looking at him from the lazyboy seat you perched in, feet kicking down from the coffee table.

“Joel’s? Why?” He looked over to see your brow furrowed in question.

“Usual dealer is outta town. Joel’s hookin’ me up with some in the meantime.”

“Come on,” You sighed, tilting your head at him the way a parent would do with a child in pity, “I thought you were clean.”

“It’s just weed.” He snapped, voice gruff in his thick drawl, slurred. “Aint gonna fuckin’ kill me. But you might. Expensive brat.”

The thought flickered across your mind to argue. Fight back. Tell him you were fighting tooth and nail for the rent due next month. But the bruise of his handprint and the simmering burn of his slap to your face the night before stopped your words dry in your throat.

“Fine.” You sighed.

And so, with heavy feet and a grudge in your tight chest, you ambled on over to the next door, knuckles rapping on his door three times quickly.

Joel Miller opened the door with a puff of air out his nose, cigarette hanging loose from his lips. A barrel chested man in a tight wife beater and low slung dirty jeans, brow set in stone. The corner of his lip curled into a sneer of a smirk, taking no shame in the fact he was eyeing you head to toe. The devil down smirk. It made something disgusting tug at your insides, pool deeper in the thick of tension.

“What can I do for you?” He asked in a drawl, crossing great oaks of arms over his chest. The neck of his tank let tease a smattering of salt and pepper hair over the top of his chest. Bristly, wiry. You ignored the urge to feel it catch in your nails. Do the same with the scruff, scant over his jaw. The same gradient. Just as coarse.

“Um,” You eyes dropped from their ogling to the step your feet were planted on, head hung with them, “Uncle Luke said you had somethin’ for ‘im.” You mumbled after clearing your throat.

“I do.” He nodded, pinching his cig between his thick thumb and forefinger, taking a drag and parting it with his lips. He squinted as he exhaled, the stench of the cigarette catching bitter in your nose. “He sent you over here to get it? A sweet lil’ thing like you.”

You nodded hesitantly, still not daring to look at the man in front of you. Above you. He chuckled inwardly at your display of subservience, cock twitching behind the zipper and denim of his jeans. “Look’t ya.” He mused, tossing his dying cigarette onto the gravel, hooking his tobacco stained fingers under your chin to lift it. While your head tilted up at his touch, your eyes strained to stay on the floor. He watched as the stretch of your neck struggled to accommodate a nervous swallow, skin rippling deliciously under his hold. “Lil’ angel aint ya?” He thumbed your head to the side, eyes relishing in the sight of more skin, the wash of yellow light over your profile. “A Cherub.” Cherub. That’s what he named you. His little Cherub who was defiled and taken in a heated, frantic assembly of limbs. Pulled to fire at hell's mouth. Joel Miller's mouth.

Still you looked down. “Look at me, Cherub.” And with a heavy sigh you did. That was what was so easy about Joel. It took nothing to obey. Nothing to give in and keel over at his side. “That's better.” He mumbled under his breath, watching the rise of your chest. You could feel the pert tips of your breasts pebble at the meeting of his eyes, mixed with his touch. How delicate it was now. How deranged it would be later. “Come on in…Cherub.” He practically crooned the pet name, stepping aside.

You passed the threshold, a mistake for the best and words parts of you. Because stepping across that line was the damning event in your experience of Joel Miller. Pandora’s box had been opened, left to decay in the woods somewhere as evil poured guilt free from it.

He rummaged around for a second, pulling a clear plastic ziplock bag from a duffel in the corner, dangling it in front of your face. A dirt green, clustered in form. You reached to take it, but he snatched it back with a cruel smile, making the walls of your stomach curl in dread, jaw clamp shut.

“Luke’s gotta pay up, first. He give you money for me?” You shook your head. His eyes clouded darker. “No?” He raised an amused brow, “How you gonna pay for it, Cherub?”

You're stumped. “I– I…” Your voice died in your throat. But Joel can seemingly peer inside you to your own mind, part it like a page of a book or your own legs.

“I don’t want your money, baby.”

“Woulda been mine, anyway.” You sigh. And he narrows his eyes at you, tutting in disappointment.

“I can think ’f one thing that’ll make it up to me.”

And that's how you ended up here. His thick, intruding fingers hooking into your mouth, unhinging your jaw as he speared you on his cock. Everything about him was larger than life. Even the way he breathed was domineering. Fucking you with flared nostrils that gave way to a billowing a breath. The other hand at your neck, revelling at the feeling of your pulse hammering under his splayed palm. Worming your way though cracks in his thick ribs while took you.

He had folded you in half, pressed the knobbles of your knees up to the sides of your head as tears ran thick, hot and slow down your temples. He made it hurt. But you loved it. Needed him to evaporate into air so you inhale him. Devour him.

He grunted, watching in furrowed brow amusement while his thumb pressed into the soft flesh under your jaw, middle and forefinger coated in your slick form earlier and now your own saliva.

It was a primal image. One some may find disgusting. To see him bent over you and ravaging your cunt raw. Bleeding you dry of a semblance of sanity. It was so easy when the tip of his hot, angry cock nipped at the mouth of your cervix with vigour like that. His hand is at your throat, pressing a purple bruise into your flesh over the old one made by another man. For you to marvel at later when he once again staggers from bed to refresh himself with a cool beer, clutching the ache that curled at the base of his spine.

In his eyes, you needed a big god. A man to keep you to yourself. Never have you stray. Ground you with the slamming of his pelvis into your hips. Legs parted for him to eye the very core of you. The seam he would part with two fingers, hot, needly, wet for him. Aching and pinching and shuddering around his digits, tongue, dick. Letting him invade you like the good girl he told you you were, crooning into your ear with hot damp breaths.

Joel dredged up an ache of humanity in you that felt numb so long before. Lay dormant in the chasm of your stomach. Swallowed like a peach pit to choke on later. After the sin had dried like the sweat on your skin.

“Fucking easy, ain’t ya, Cherub.” He would say as he penetrated your walls, invaded your mouth with his fingers. His lips draw open mouthed, wet kisses to the delicate column of your throat, down the bone between your breasts. Then he leans back, watching intently as his hips slow to grind, dragging the slick of your walls to drench the base of his cock. Ready for you to take down your throat later if he wished to meld you into that position. A hand let free the grip on your throat, instead watched with fascination as he slapped your tit, took the swell of it in his palm, cupping it, tugging at your pearled nipple. “Gonna take all of it for me, Cherub.”

You garbled out a yes, a cry of submission to him. Before, Joel never felt the acidic aftertaste of guilt for being selfish. Since he lost Sarah, he took it upon himself to have what he wanted and when he wanted it, without a damn for the rest of humanity.

The only time he felt a shred of remorse was when he stole you; Hid you away from the warm, nurturing touch of others' more loving, less brutal hands. But you were his Cherub. All that was pretty a beautiful and to be desired in the world.

With his lip between his teeth, his thumb swiped tight circles over your swollen clit, slick aiding him in the fluidity of his strokes, heavy balls drizzled in your arousal as they slap wetly against your ass. A nod and his fingers slip further into your mouth, opening your jaw wider to peer inside. A glob of his spit drooled past his lips, splattering thick and warm upon your clit. It slid down to your entrance, where he punctures moans out of you, shaft stretching you, fucking you out, and thrusting with the intent to break you. You can feel the curve of it, the vein that runs steady on the underside of it. Heavy, full. You remember the slap it sounded out when you reached to pull it free. Before he parted your legs wide and sheathed himself in your pussy with one swift wane of his hips.

Joel smiles when you sob and break down for him, pull back a layer for him to slip into you. The walls of you drag him down into a grounding. A centre of a universe. Gravity strong enough to implode, create dark matter, compress tightly into a black hole. The centre of his universe.

“Does my baby want it?” He crooned, and you yelped a yes, strangled by his being. The scent of him clinging to you, your sex. It gnarled at your skin. Scratched marks into flesh. “Does she want to come for me?”

You didn't have to nod, he made you with his grip on your jaw. It was going to be your answer anyway. “Want you to say it for me too, Cherub.”

“Yea, Joel!” You yelp, voice shrill, and cracked like the callus on the heel of his hand. “Yes!”

He grins, wicked and wrapped with the inter to tear you apart from the inside with the jackhammering of his cock inside you, The delicious, toe curling numbness of it inside you.

“Come on, Cherub, sing f’me.”

“Yes-” It's a shriek, a quick, frenzied shriek. One that filled the hollow of your chest and then deflated it. “Yes! Please, please, please- Please!”

Your begging melts in his ears, the sight of eyes rolled back, mouth open for him. And he needs to feel, reaching between where the two of you join with your own hand. The base of his cock now between your middle and ring fingers, his length swiping your fingers in combined precum and slick as he bucks his hips violently. The headboard shakes and trembles beneath his frantic movement. And he presses the heel of your hand into your clit, having you seeing stars. Crying to the heavens you fell from.

His little Cherub. Plush skin and plump curves for his teeth to sink into and mark his territory. Whenever he may please now.

“Come.”

And you do, screaming his name to him as a numb weight fills the pit of your core, has your pussy pulsing in waves, ebbs and flows. It sucks him deeper, a lew squelch gaining his attention when his lower abdomen and balls tighten. He lets out a strangled groan, filling you with one final push upon your cervix.

It has you gasping for air, chest heaving when he looks down between you, the white sticky ooze of his come seeping from your walls, softening cock still sheathed inside of you. Not ready to pull from the warmth your cunt hugs him with.

“That’s it, angel, down you come.” He coos, before sifting his hips, leaving you to whine as your gaping hole fluttered furiously around nothing.

He stands, pulls his jeans on, fly still undone, belt buckle loose and clinking at his sides. He swipes your underwear from the scattering of your clothes over the musty carpet, bringing it to his nose to inhale. “Part of the payment.” He mumbles, not that you’re listening, mind still swimming in its pool of oxytocin. And he slips the lace into his jean pocket, baby pink peeking out from denim.

“Better get back, Cherub.” Joel said plainly, fingers dancing over your used hole, as cum dribbles gluttonously from it, down your crack to your puckered asshole. He thumbs it gently and you squeal, squirming away. His hand clamps down upon your thigh, dragging you back down the mattress to his unyielding touch.

“Don’t be ungrateful now.” He growls, collecting the creamy spend with two fingers, scooping it back inside you. Your body jolts from the intrusion, but gathers itself again and desire swims low in the swell of your belly. “Want it all in ya’. Fillin’ you nice and good for me, Cherub. There we are, that’s it.” He smiles, eyes unmoving from your cunt as his fingers disappear inside and stretch it out, scissoring you to overstimulation. “Maybe one day i’ll get to use this one too…” And you feel his thumb once more at your butt, adding the smallest tease of pressure.

Joel pulled back, clapping a hand down on the plush, malleable skin of your thigh.

“Up ‘n out, Cherub, ‘fore your uncle gets suspicious.”

You know Uncle Luke won’t know any different. He’s passed out on the sofa when you get in, legs trembling with an ache weighing the marrow of your bones. You shut the door with your back and a shaking huff, tossing the weed onto the coffee table, retiring to your room, sobbing to nothing and no one but your grimy pillow, licking your wounds like the wounded bitch you had now become.

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vinnieswife · 1 year

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hello ! can you do jude smut where it’s like rough sex say he was frustrated after a game

Jude Bellingham x fem! reader

words: 2345

warnings: smut!, rough smut, dirty talk, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), bad lenguage (?).

author’s note: the people here knows way to much how i think oml, I have been writing this for 3 days and u didn’t know how to end it, the end is trash tho, enjoy my dirty rumpelstinkis 😈

Jude had invited you to the stadium to watch the game, and you were absolutely heartbroken when they lost. He had been the standout player in the England team, and you hated to see him lose when he had worked so hard for the full ninety minutes. After the game you went down to the tunnel, so you could wait outside the changing rooms, ready for him to come out and meet you. Jude came out of the room, a little pout on his lips. You said nothing, but opened your arms, wrapping him in a warm embrace. You felt him leaning against you, his head resting against your shoulder. "You played so well, honey," you whispered in his ear, rubbing his back. "I should have done better," you stared into his eyes "Jude don't say that, you played well" he bit his bottom lip and roll eyes, "I know, but the refs, and the horrible fouls, it seemed like everything was against us Y/n" you caressed his cheeks and gave him a warm smile "how about we go home now?”

Jude spent the whole car ride ranting about the other team and complaining about how the referee didn't see any fouls against the England team, his anger increased with every word that came out of his mouth, his brow was furrowed and the vein in his neck looked like it was going to explode.

As soon as you entered the apartment, Jude's lips pressed roughly to yours, the bag with his clothes lying on the floor and his shoes discarded in the hallway, Jude led you to the couch, he sat you down and placed you on his lap. Breathing heavily, you looked into his eyes, feeling all the rage radiating from his body. Gently Jude began to undo the buttons of your jacket until it was completely unbuttoned, he slid the fabric over your shoulders gently until it fell to the floor.

You both stared at each other as if it were a silent argument but all you could feel was the adrenaline slowly surging through your nerves, Jude's eyes were completely dark, lust slowly consuming him, he unbuttoned his shirt agonizingly slowly, sensually. His toned chest coming into view as he teasingly took his time, maintaining a flirtatious look, your eyes lingered from his chest, down towards the lower region of his body.

His pace almost making you feel a tinge of anticipation and impatience. His hands took place on your hips caressing the edge of your shirt, "Jude I-", "Shh" his lips came in contact with yours, softer than the first time, your hand was placed on the back of his neck, giving more force to the kiss. At this moment your lips parted only for Jude to remove your shirt, throwing your head back, you groaned as he began to place passionate kisses along your neck. You felt yourself grow needier by each second, impatience slowly fogging your vision and thoughts of anything else. His hands moved down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze until his lips made contact with yours again, Jude stood up and carried you into the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed roughly.

"no games now sweetheart" your swallowed hard knowing this was going to be a long night, on one hand you were sad that Jude was losing games as he was trying so hard to be a good player, but on the other hand, you were grateful for all the anger he built up to vent in nights of pure passion and exhilaration.

His arms went to either side of your head kissing your lips only to make a path of kisses down your jaw, neck, leaving a occasional mark in the valley of your breasts, his hands squeezing your sides tightly as his lips reached the waistband of your pants, his hands quickly unbuttoning them leaving you in just your underwear, at this point you didn't know how Jude was holding back so much.

You could feel your pulse raise by the second, only to increase the dampness that already soaked right through your underwear, he was leaving kisses all along the line of your underwear until he hooked them with his teeth, pulled them down your legs and threw them somewhere in the room. You relentlessly attempted to unbuckle his belt, the shakiness and speed in your actions indirectly showing him how desperate and needy you were. Tugging his pants down, you eyed him deviously before noticing his tented boxers, the feeling of his jeans being removed made him let out a sigh of relief as you directly stared at his eyes. Before you knew it he had harshly pushed you against the pillows, hovering above you once again but with an almost animalistic grin.

Your body stiffened and trembled with fear and excitement. He pressed his erection against your naked body and began to rub you slowly, you closed your eyes and gasped, arching your back at the pleasure that stimulated your nether region. Heat coursed through your veins as he pressed harder against you causing you to clutch at his shoulders.

"How does it feel love?"

He held your hands on either side of your head as his lips left wet kisses on your neck. “Ah shit, feels g-good aah”

"I know you're thinking of me pounding into you mercilessly."

His fingers lightly traced your silky smooth skin as his lips brushed your earlobe.

"Thinking about how I'll ruin you, about making you tremble beneath me."

You grew impatient, his dirty words made you feel even more wet and aroused, your face flushed, your eyes watery, your mouth half open, your hair disheveled locks beginning to fall against your face. He was the only one capable of leaving you like that after only a few minutes.

Then he tugged at his boxers, pulling them off with a tantalizing slowness that almost made you groan with relief. He stared into your eyes as he slowly thrust into you, his length penetrating you deeper and deeper, tremors shook your body and euphoric heat blossomed inside you, as if you were short of breath with pleasure.

The sensation of your walls enveloping him even deeper sent electrifying waves throughout your body. His thrusts were fast and strong, leaving your mind blank. Jude let out a low growl and sank his head into your neck, pulling out and thrusting back into you, the sensation was indescribable; the penetration you felt was immense.

Little by little he raised the pace and made you beg for more without ceasing. Moans came out of your mouth from time to time, with tears at the corners of your eyes.

Your walls tightened around him every time he penetrated you, and his deep moans excited you even more.

"fuck m-more... Ah~ please" you managed to speak between moans. And he gave you more, his fingers moved swiftly against your clit rubbing in a circular motion; he immediately stimulated your center you moaned and bit your lip hard to avoid the temptation to let out a moan.

"I need to hear you, baby," he reached to say between thrusts, your walls tightening around him each time he buried himself inside you. In fact, he was overstimulating you beyond measure and you were enjoying every bit of it. The sensation of him hitting your sensitive spot was enough to push you over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum..." what was intended to sound like a naturally spoken sentence came out as a gasp, you could feel your voice cracking in the back of your throat.

You're moaning as Jude fucks you, your hands reaching up his back and your nails digging into his skin. He lets out a moan from the feeling of your touch. Jude needs to feel your pussy tighten around his cock.

He fucks you harder and faster and in one final, deep thrust, he feels your pussy tighten on him, your nails gripping into his back, body twitching under him, moaning his name, causing him to cum deep inside you. He leans down to kiss you softly as he stopped his movements and looked at you before pulling out, giving you a chance to catch your breath.

Jude let himself fall beside you, catching his breath for a couple of minutes, after that he got up to go to the bathroom, you heard the water turn on, and a while later he came out of the bathroom with a wet cloth to clean you, he left a kiss on your forehead "sorry if i was to rough darling" with a worried expression on his face, "that was great Jude, i hate it when you lose but i love this" you said while a silly smile adorned your face. Jude shook his head smiling as he carried you over so you both could take a bath to relax the tension.

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frostieso · 4 months

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A Not-So-Normal Saturday Evening

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Paring: Bakugou K. X Reader (reader's gender is never specified)

Type: Fluff

Summary: You and Bakugou barely talk. One day, while the rest of your classmates are out at the mall, you get into a small and pointless argument with your classmate, Bakugou, who turns out to not be as angry or bad as you think.

Warnings(?): Bakugou being himself, bit of bullying, swearing/foul language bc they're teenagers, Kats eventually getting comfortable with you, ngl a slow burn except y'all just become friends (if you squint hard enough you can see that this was intended to be romantic even tho it turned out more on the platonic side)

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It was a pretty calm and average day for a Saturday in the U.A. dormitory. Most of the class had gone out to the mall for the day. You, however, had remained at the dorm.

You honestly just didn't feel like going out anywhere today. You had promised the girls, specifically Mina since she had practically begged you to go, that you would promise to go out next weekend. But for today you would much rather be comfortable in your dorm room away from all the people and noise.

And apparently so did someone else.

Around 20 minutes after everyone who was going had left you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen to grab a little snack. You opened the cabinet below where the toaster was and kneeled down to looked through the contents. You must have been so caught up on reading the words on the side of the boxes of food because you didn't even notice that someone else had entered the kitchen area.

"What're you doing here?" An unfortunately familiar voice questioned with an annoyed tone.

You went to look up and over towards the voice but you had bumped your head on the roof of the cabinet.

"Ow.." You groaned and cursed quietly at yourself under your breath.

You stand up awkwardly and turn your head to face the spikey-haired blonde. His arms were crossed as if he was disappointed to see you here.

"Are you asking why I'm in the kitchen or why I'm here and not at the mall with the rest of our classmates?" You tilt your head slightly.

He grunts slightly. "Don't be smart with me, extra. It's not like you to stay back while the rest of the extras are out."

You shrug. You didn't really know why you stayed. A part of you had wanted to go but something deep down had held you back. You closed the cabinet and then walked over to the refrigerator and opened it.

Bakugou watched as you moved about the kitchen. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of you. You two haven't really talked since joining U.A., only when you both really had to like when training or with the whole class.

But no one-on-one time.

You groan and roll your eyes as you look in the fridge. You felt that if you stared hard enough that maybe something else would magically appear but unfortunately for you, that wasn't happening. You shut the fridge door and glance over to Bakugou.

"You wanted to grab something..?" You questioned as you had realized that he had been standing in the same spot in the kitchen for a little too long.

He must have also since his expression changed slightly which caused him to turn around.

"Forget it." He mumbled and started to walk away.

You watch as he walks away and eventually out of sight as he turns the corner. You immediately let go of a breath that you didn't know you were holding. I shake your head in an attempt to shake your thoughts. Usually whenever Bakugou talked he was loud, assertive, and just, well, Bakugou. But this interaction was different.

He wasn't loud, he didn't stomp, he was just...calm.

It was as if you simply just being in his presence, and only his, brought him to be sort of relaxed in a way.

It was odd seeing the normally angry blonde acting so calm that for a second it worried you. It took you a few seconds to process what had just happened.

You think for a few more seconds until you make up your mind. You then make your way out of the kitchen area and walk down the wall and around the corner. You head over to the elevator and push the button. Once it arrives, which only took a few seconds since Bakugou's dorm is on the second floor, you step in and then push the button for the second floor.

The elevator dings and the door opens. You step out of the elevator and then find yourself standing outside of Bakugou's door. You hesitate to knock.

Your mind races. "What should you say? Will he even answer? What if he yells at you? Is it even worth it?"

You eventually sigh and raise your hand to knock. You place your fist against the door and then knock a few times.

"Bakugou?" You ask.

You hear slight shuffling from inside and then an inaudible word which you swear was him cursing.

The door opens slightly after a moment, once he sees you he opens the door a tad bit more.

"You again? The hell do you want." He questioned as he stuck his hands into his pockets.

"Whatcha doing?" You question back in hopes of making small talk.

He looks at you for a minute before rolling his eyes. "Minding my damn business, extra. You should try it." He scoffs.

You click your tongue and sigh. "Right, well—"

"I'm not doing any favors for you shithead, so don't ask. I got enough to be doing right now as it is."

Before you can finish your sentence he cuts you off. You cross your arms. And shake your head in disbelief.

"You know what, fine. I was coming to try and talk and possibly hang out but since you want to be a jerk then I'll leave you be."

"The hell? No, don't walk away from me damn it."

He speaks and grabs you by your shoulder as you try to walk away. You turn around to face him again and so he removes his hand from your shoulder.

"If you wanted to hang out with someone then why the hell didn't you go to the mall with the rest of those shitty hair extras?" He quips.

"Forget it." You mock his voice from earlier.

He rolled his eyes. "Very funny."

You cross your arms again, getting defensive. This isn't how you had expected this conversation to go but here you both were, standing in the middle of the hallway bickering back and forth like children.

"I didn't feel like going, and what about you? You never hang out with our friends. What's your excuse?" You ask with an annoyed yet genuine tone.

He rolls his eyes once more.

"Those extras aren't my friends."

"Why not?"

"Huh?"

"We're classmates aren't we?"

"Well no shi-"

"Then why are you so distant from us? From me?"

He groans and goes quiet as you mention how he's distanced himself from you of all people. He doesn't mean too but... he can't help it. He's never been good with expressing his feelings. He had tried his best to shake away any and all thoughts about you but after that didn't work he just decided to ignore you and treat you like the rest. Another extra.

He rubs his temples.

"Why do you care so much?" He puts his hands back into his pockets.

Why do you care? You hadn't really thought about it this whole time while arguing. Or in general. There had been a few times where you, along with Kirishima, had tried to get Bakugou to participate with the rest of the class activities(you failed obviously) but you never really thought why you cared if he did or didn't show up. You didn't have an answer and he could tell.

He sighs and then glances in both directions of the hall and then back to you.

"Look," He groaned but this time was less annoyed, "how long do you think they'll be gone for?"

You shrug, and smile creeps onto your face as you think. "Who knows? Probably a few more hours since Mina is well, Mina."

"Why?"

Bakugou opens his mouth to speak but then closes it as if he's going to regret what he's about to say.

"You... we can hang out in your dorm for a few minutes I guess." He says with a more nonchalant tone, obviously trying to keep his cool.

A small smile tugs at your lips and you uncross your arms. "Are you being serious..?"

"Why the hell would I joke about that, extra."

"I...Okay, yeah, sure." You say with a loss of words. You definitely weren't expecting him to give in, especially so easily.

"Yeah, yeah, just don't tell anyone about this, you hear me? I swear to All Might that I'll beat your ass."

You can't help but smile.

He turns around to close his door and then back at you. "Stop staring at me like that, dumbass. Now let's go before I change my mind."

• — • — • — • — •

A few minutes later you're both in your dorm. You're sitting on the edge of your bed while Bakugou is sitting in your office chair, or rather, what you like to call it, your spinning desk chair.

Believe it or not you two actually found something to talk about, and what was supposed to be a few minutes hanging out, turned into nearly two hours of just sitting and talking in your dorm. Sometime during that time Bakugou had moved from sitting on your chair by your desk to instead leaning up against your bedroom wall while sitting on your bed.

You two talked and talked for what seemed like ages but in a good way. But unfortunately, all things come to an end. While Bakugou was talking your phone buzzed. You reached over for your phone and unlocked it. It was a text from Momo letting you know that your classmates were on their way back.

Bakugou went quiet. "Lemme guess, extras are back?" He mumbles.

You shake your head. "Not yet, Momo said that they're on their way.."

You two make eye contact for a few seconds. You then realize just how close you two are.

You're sitting on your bed with your back against a pillow as you sit criss-cross with a pillow on your lap while Bakugou, who you've unconsciously started calling him Katsuki in the short time you've spent alone, is laying on his back next to you with his arms crossed behind his head as he looks up at you.

Silence tends to linger in the room for a little too long before Bakugou breaks it.

"Those extras always have bad timing." He groans.

And you've got to admit, the way that you can tell Katsuki is visibly annoyed by the fact that the others will be here soon is kind of cute.

"Well, it's not like we can't do this again." You say with a hint of hopefulness.

He glances up at you before sitting up and stretching. "Yeah, yeah. Well, I should get going." He then stands up and turns slightly to face me. He looks relaxed. Bakugou walks over to your bedroom door and turns the knob, opening the door.

"Is that a yes?"

Bakugou pauses for a second.

"Sure, dumbass."

Bakugou replies without turning to face you and then after a few seconds he continues out the door, closing it behind him.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it!!!🤍 This is my first time writing a fanfic here it so I'm sorry if you were expecting more with the ending. I'm not really a big fan of Bakugou(like at ALL)but I think he's fun to read abt and write for so yeah. I tried my best to keep him in character but unfortunately this was just a whole lot of yapping 😭

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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aaahhh Hawk and Anthony both liking chubby girls 🤭 I gotta know what Hawk tells Anthony in advice tho definitely good for a pt 2 if you wanna do that haha

(Unedited, didn’t write this on anything but tumblr so I’m not copying pasting this into my editing system, I’m lazy) (This is decent but I want to use this plotline in the future for Anthony/Reader if people like it because I think it’s a cute twist on who Anthony’s Reader is, kinda like the whole LaRusso!Reader)

The two boys sat down next to each other on the pool chairs. Anthony fidgets in his seat as he looked around the pool area for something to take his mind off what just happened. He felt a little embarrassed about the fact that he got caught by Hawk checking out his girlfriend. It wasn’t his fault she was hot.

“So do you know the basic’s?”

“What?”

“Do you know the basic’s? You know how to pick up chicks?”

“Kinda? I mean I haven’t really dated anyone before but I know how to ask someone out.” Anthony made a weird hand motion making Hawk roll his eyes.

Hawk stated off over to the pool, his eyes scanning for his girlfriend who had wondered off with Moon to go swimming. His eyes finally found her on the other end of the pool, swimming and playing tag with Moon,Robby and Miguel. Demetri was on the side of the pool calling foul’s but it ended with his girlfriend and Robby splashing him and then dragging him back into the pool with them. Hawk smirked as he watched her float around and laugh, joking with Moon about something.

“Sooo you clearly like thick girls or you wouldn’t be trying to eye up my girlfriends tits and ass. What do you need help with?”

Anthony huffed as he leaned back on the chair. He coughed into his hand saying “I don’t know man, smaller girls, skinner girls are kinda….I just like bigger girls ok but it’s kinda hard to get close to them? It’s hard to explain.” He scratched at his neck as he looked down at his hands.

Hawk grunted, his mind wondering back to when he first meet his girlfriend. Their first meeting, their first date, first kiss, first smile, first everything. He reminded when he first heard her laugh at one of his snarky comments, when she smiled at a joke he made. He reminded the very first time he kissed her soft lips in the malls food court on their third date. She was something else. He did remember how hard it was trying to break her hard shell and when he did she was so beautiful underneath it. She was proud, happy, spirited and sweet. Everything he liked.

“No I get it, it’s harder, in the dating pool when you like bigger girls. Some girls are reluctant to even talk to you if you show any kind of interest in you. Kinda depending on what kind of personality you like on a girl too. What do you like? Hot heads? Girly girls? Tomboys maybe?”

Anthony looked over at the older boy before looking around in slight embarrassment. Talking to someone in person is different then looking stuff up online or going on forms for advice. He looked around for a minute. The pool was slowly starting to even out and the crowed lessing by the minute. His eyes finally landed on a girl sitting on the side of the pool, dipping her feet in.

He looked her up and down, studying her body language and just looking at her. She had thick thighs that pushed together as she sat and clearly I nice ass from how plush she sat. Her belly rolled from her bend over position and her breasts where snug in her top, pushing against the tight bikini top. Chubby arms folded over her tits, possibly trying to hide them. He wished she wouldn’t. She was talking to another girl in the pool and it seemed that the girl was trying to talk her into getting into the pool. And it was pretty obvious she was not into it.

Hawk noticed when he didn’t get a reply back from the younger boy. He raised a brow and looked over to the boy, his eyes following where Anthony was looking. He smirked as soon as he laid eyes on the girl. He flicked at his sunglasses as he sat up in his chair.

“Ah so you like they shy type, should have guessed with you. Smart mouth going after a shy girl is right up your alley.”

Anthony looked back over at Hawk with a frown on his face, he snorted in annoyance.

“Hey I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. Shy girls are different, kinda hard, but I feel like you like a challenge.”

Hawk wiggled his eyebrows.

“What are you guys talking about?”

The two boys looked up and found Hawk’s girlfriend standing over them. She was dripping wet from the pool, Hawk grabbed for a towel and handed it to her. She bent down and kissed him before throwing the towel over herself and sitting down next to her boyfriend.

“Anthony hear just wanted some advice on dating- it seems we have a lot in common, but it looks like he might have a little crush, love at first sight on someone already.”

His girlfriend cocked her head for a moment before Hawk turned around and pointed at the girl by the pool side.

She followed his gaze and perked up at the sight of the girl. She giggled and turned around slapping at her thighs in excitement.

“Wait Anthony has a crush on Bert’s cousin? That's so cute!”

Both boys almost shot up out if their seats.

“Wait what?! Bert's cousin?!”

Almost on command Bert popped up out of the crowed and walked over to the girl. He patted her on the back which made the girl smile, Bert said something before leaning down and hugging her and giving her a friendly kiss to the head before walking off with some of the other dojo kids. He gave a small wave to her before heading off. As soon as he was gone and out of sight she was back to looking shy and lonely by the pool side.

“How is Bert’s cousin so hot? She's related to Bert of all people.”

Hawk and his girlfriend rolled their eyes at his statement. Hawks girlfriend couldn't help but coo as she struggled into Hawks side. She giggled as Anthony looked at the girl again. A flush started to appear over his face and it wasn't from the heat.

The girl smiled saying “You should go talk to her, I heard she is super sweet. Bert doesn't stop talking about her half of the time since she's moved here. She's like his favorite cousin.”

“Wait moved here? So she's probably transferring to west valley for the upcoming new year?”

“Yep, perfect opportunity to get to know her.”

Anthony looked over her shoulder at Bert’s cousin.

Man she was hot.

“Dude just go for it. Maybe hype her up with the fact you know Bert, throw in some karate flexing, see if you can find out something like her hobbies. Best way to get her out of that shyness for a quick second.”

Anthony nodded at Hawks words before slowly getting up. His hands felt a little clammy as he started to walk away from the two other teens and towards the pool. His eyes held on Bert’s cute cousin.

Hawks girlfriend smiled as she looked back at Hawk.

“I didn't know you where such a good match maker. Is that your secret talent or something you never told me about?” she teased. She poked at his naked chest for a second before she got a chuckle out of him. He messed with his sunglasses for a moment before smirking at her.

“Hum I don't know Princess maybe I am, or maybe just maybe, I'm the “thick girl whisper” or something.” he wiggled his eyebrows at her

Before he could stop her she was reaching over and twisting his nipple, hard. He yelped as he ripped her hand from his now sore nipple. He rubbed at it as he held her hand away from him.

“Well if it's like that then I'm guessing I'm the only “thick girl” of the “thick girl whisper” right.”

“Puff you don't even have to ask babe, your my only thick girl. Your the only babe I need in my life and don't forget that.”

She rolled her eyes before Hawk pulled her into his chest and kissed her head. The two of them watching as Anthony, successfully, chatted with Bert’s shy cousin by the pool.

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addictedtoking · 4 months

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Snippet of something. Steve and El both came from the lab, season 3 canon divergence thing, kinda angsty. Idk. I tried.

———

“We wrote to each other.”

Billy looks over at El from the third rewind of Grease, waiting for her to continue. “When we were learning, we would write to each other. As practice. He would tell me to have a good day. Or what he was doing.”

She paused, sniffled. Billy offered no comfort; he didn’t know how and she wouldn’t want it. “And I would tell him what was on my mind-“ this time she swallowed and when she spoke again it was wet “and when we were apart we would write letters to read when we got back together and-“ the sob was nasally and so so heart wrenching that Billy wanted her to stop. But she needed to get this out. “And I know he can’t read them but I need to… I need to” she finally looked at him and Billy felt his own eyes turn moist. “I need to tell someone how I feel.”

Billy, yet in the face of such emotion, didn’t let the tears fall down his cheeks. “You could-“ he took a breath “-you could write to me.”

El swallowed and wiped her tears. “You can write to me too.” She looked at the tv again. “It’s good to get it out. That’s what he said.”

Billy nodded, even tho she couldn’t see it. Wiping cheeks from absent tears, he said, “I’ll add that to the list.”

…

It was rough, in the beginning. He was angry and this town was shitty and dad was shitty and Max-

Anyways. The plate. The fight. The drugs. When he woke up the next morning groggy and with Neil yelling down the hall, he had no regrets. Max was home and in fine condition. His face hurt a little, but that’s fine. It’s all fine. Except for when Neil took whatever was bothering him out on him. But that’s fine. It’s not max- the little shit head who doesn’t listen.

He spent the rest of the weekend working out and drinking. By Monday, he was somewhat prepared for high school again. So he sprayed his cologne, gathered the shitbird, and sped off to school.

He had no regrets when he walked into first period. Nor when he skipped second to smoke behind the bleachers. Nor third period. Lunch. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seven-

There, he saw the fallen king, sporting a bruised face and cuts bandaged by pink bandaids with butterflies. The coach was telling him to take the period off. Obviously he had a recovering concussion and needed the break. After all, there’s a black ring around his left eye and his cheek is purple and his lips are split but no less plump-

Billy scored four fouls.

He refused to regret it.

Billy refused to regret a lot of things.

Billy will think he should have regretted more to prepare him for this.

It was bad in the beginning. Now it might be worse.

…

Billy wasn’t all there. He remembered going to work. He remembered driving around in his car. He remembered the warehouse.

Then it’s blurry. There are images. And the beach. And a girl. And Steve-

And then he wakes up in a hospital bed. Max is at his side. Her face is all blotchy and an ugly red from crying, but they’re not close enough for it to be over him.

“Who was it?” He croaks. He wants water.

Max startles, finally noticing him. She blinks like she doesn’t know what he said. He’ll need something to drink before he says it again.

Max gives him water from the cup, eye tearing up again while he sips. A single tear rolls down her cheek and she furiously wipes it away. He would normally sneer at her tears, wrinkled face and spotty flush, but he needs to know who, who died, who did he kill-

“Steve’s gone.”

…

Robin-before-the-Russians thought the worst day of her life was when Tammy Thompson blew her off to try snuggling up to Steve Harrington. Robin-after-the-Russians has had a far worse day.

It’s also Steve Harringtons fault, but not because he stole a girl. No. That would be a concern for Robin-before-the-Russians. This Robin, the one walking up to a bunch of kids, knows this will be the worst day ever. This day will surpass the day her parents discover she’s a lesbian and it will surpass the day she dies.

This terrible day is Steve harringtons fault. Because apparently he’s more than pretty hair and pompous clothing. Because he’s actually a badass that takes down evil monsters with his mind. Because he’s dead.

The kids see her coming towards them, and they look behind her where Steve would be. But he’s not there, so they look back at her. The curly haired one, Dustin, Steve’s best friend, Steve’s brother- sees it in her eyes first. His face crumples and he falls, a tiny “no” leaving his lips.

The red one follows after, going down on a knee beside dustin. One by one, Robin watches them realize. One by one, the shock and grief overtakes their innocent faces.

Robin doesn’t notice she’s not walking anymore when another girl runs past her towards to group. Seeing their distress, she turns back and faces Robin and oh-

Robin sees Steve in her brown eyes, in her clothing, in the blood dripping from her nose.

Maybe she can see the sadness on Robin like Steve, because look is all it takes. The girl let’s out the harshest, most gut-wrenching scream. She realizes he’s gone.

He’s gone.

The children grab her as she falls into them, a pile of misery if she’s ever seen one.

Robin takes another step before her legs give out. It might have been from the drugs, from the lack of food, from the torture. It doesn’t matter. The kids just lost their protector and nothing she can do will bring him back. Their image blurs as Robin succumbs to the tears as well.

Yes. It’s all Steve Harringtons fault. She just wishes he were here so she could tell him that.

…

The days after are bad, with the grief and the recovery. The town has lost so much in one night, so many lives stripped away in one single building.

The nights are worse. For those in the fire, it’s a long, dark time filled with torture devices, enclosed spaces, and monsters wearing people as masks.

Dustin doesn’t sleep much. Usually, after this happens, he has someone there to wake him up from nightmares. The first time, the party had slept in wills room and he could wake up and see his friend sleeping in his bed. The second time, he spent the night at Steve’s house, who hadn’t minded when he crawled into bed with him and El.

It was not the beginning of their friendship, already too far past that, but it was somewhere about midway. As the months passed, dustin will joined Steve’s and El’s little family in the backseat of a beemer, in the yellow kitchen, in the last dredges of milkshakes. He and Steve and el became Dustin-Steve-and-El then just Dustin-and-Steve as summer began and everyone flourishes out. He’d thought this summer would be the best with his science camp and new girlfriend and Steve and ice cream and secret Russian messages-

So. This time, afterward, there’s no one. Lucas and Erica are stuck at their parents, max at the hospital with Billy, Mike and will hidding in the formers basement, and El-

Dustin hesitates less than he should’ve before shakily getting out of bed. The walkie sits on his desk, where it has been just in case he needed Steve. But Steve’s not here, so it sits there uselessly.

But know he picks it up and dials into channel 4, “you there? Over.”

There is a long pause before another voice gives a quiet “yeah. Over.”

The device is quiet again while they wait for the other to say something. El relents first.

“I miss him. Over.”

Dustin backs up until his thighs touch his bed, then he kind of falls back onto his sheets. He stares at the ceiling as he replies “me too. Over.”

Silence again. El is probably looking at the ceiling too. He can picture her looking up. It’s not her ceiling, covered in posters and stars and paint splatters. Instead, it’s probably the Byers, the ceiling above wills bed: wood planks and dark swirls. She hasn’t gone back into their house since he-

“Do you want to have a sleepover? Over.”

He waits for her reply, clutching the walkie to his chest. For a minute, he thinks she’s not going to respond until she croaks “yeah” a pause, her voice is clearer “I’ll be there in 10. Over.”

“Copy. Over and out.”

Dustin sits up and unlocks his window.

…

Max helps Billy get from the hospital to the car, then from the car to the house. Then, later that night, she helps him to the bathroom.

She doesn’t talk to him. Doesn’t mention Neil’s silent neglect. Doesn’t mention Susan’s air headed absence. Doesn’t mention the mall. Doesn’t mention what he did.

Still.

It’s a little too much. He’s not weak. He doesn’t esnt need his 14 year old sister to take care of him. But every time Max is there to do something for him and he feels a rush of anger and it’s so big it might explode out of him and jab at her-

It just.

Goes away.

Steve - Seven - Harrington had mind powers. He’s heard the kids talk about it over the walkie talkie Max keeps locked in her room. He heard about the nudges and pulls and keeping it there.

Now he knows what Harrington did to Neil. The lack of care. Absence of anger or annoyance. Just a mellow man living his days in a mellow town. No wonder the abuse stopped.

Now he thinks Harrington did something to him.

He’s on bed rest for almost three weeks. He has a lot of time to think.

And every time Max brings him water without asking or adjusts his pillows, and the anger and annoyance rise up and release just as fast to leave him cooler and more rational-

He thinks he’s kinda ok with it.

…

Max doesn’t sleep.

Her eyes are dry and crusty. There’s bags upon bags under them, black and sunken. Her mind is slow and she can barely tell what anyone’s saying to her the first time. She’s so tired it’s all she thinks about.

The nightmares are worse than the tiredness.

Steve’s bleeding from his nose and mouth, and some’s coming from his ears too.

It’s okay, he says.

It’s gonna be okay, he tells her.

He kisses her forehead. It does not distract her from the lie.

Go with Billy, he said.

Billy will protect you, he told her.

Billy carried El and Mike from the mall, but in this dream he’s carrying her instead.

She watches Steve get smaller, and smaller, and smaller.

He does not go to her no matter how much she screams.

…

Billy doesn’t remember what happened.

But the kids do.

Robin’s the one to tell him though, bundled up in blankets and sitting in a room with all the lights on. It’s the end of August. She shivers despite the heat.

“You- it had found the kids - Mike, Max, and El - and Mike was down and Max almost was, and y- it was toting off El over your shoulder. Steve found you- it.”

He doesn’t get mad at her mistakes. His body carried a monster. (was the mind flayer the only monster though? Was it not just you? Billy- BILLY).

“What did I do?”

Robin blinked her eyes a few times. She looked into his, though his baby blues didn’t hold as many tears. “You hit him.”

He tries to hold in his confusion - a hit wouldn’t have taken him down - but she sees it anyways. She swallows and holds up a hand.

A moment.

Two.

“The Russians banged him up pretty bad. There were too many of them for him to use his mind powers - manipulation thing - good enough, so he just distracted them from me,” she swallows again and sips from the water she clutches like a life line, “But he was fine- not with the drugs of course - but he wasn’t keeling over yet-“

She sobs again. Billy’s eyes remain dry. It’s awkward.

“But he tried to stop it and it hit him again and again until he could get to you-“ another sob, “and when I found him again after he sent you off there was blood coming from his mouth and I had to help him walk to the elevator and he wouldn’t sit because I don’t think he could get back up if he did and it was too much on top of closing the gate and I couldn’t carry him-“

She’s full on sobbing now, and for a second he regrets sharing the pot. He didn’t want to deal with this. He was not the person to deal with their emotions. He did not belong in this family.

He shouldn’t after what happened. What he did.

Still, he pats her shoulder and lets her curl up next to him until she falls asleep. Then, he lays her down and wraps the blankets around her.

He is not a good caretaker. So he leaves after that. But he leaves the lights on for her so she doesn’t wake up in the dark.

…

Here’s what happened:

Russians opened gate under mall.

Mind flayer started possessing people.

Billy got possessed and then helped mind flayer possess other people.

Russians attack ice cream scoopers.

Mind flayer attacks children.

Adults kidnap and commit grand theft auto with a Russian man to help stop both of the above.

Russian man dies.

Children distract mind flayer from its prey.

Possessed Billy finds prey, takes it, and then is intercepted by prey’s brother.

Possessed Billy beats up Prey’s brother.

Brother has another nearly fatal concussion. He undoes possession on Billy, brainwashes him into taking and protecting kids, then escapes down to Russian base with his ice cream scooping friend. Superboy closes gate, liquifies his brain because he had too many traumatic brain injuries, and is near death as mall starts collapsing around him.

Ice cream scooping friend has to abandon him to make it out alive.

No-longer-possessed Billy protects kids until mind flayer is killed. Promptly passes out from previous injuries.

That’s all he could get out of Chief Hopper.

Chief Hopper was shitfaced and mourning his child.

Chief hopper still doesn’t blame Billy.

Billy wishes he did.

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cyberkinks · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

⤷︎︎ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰, none.

⤷︎︎ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬, boyfriend!jungkook, wom!reader, him teasing you, praising, riding, kissing.

⤷ ︎︎𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, use of foul language, use of pet names.

⤷ ︎︎𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞, smut, non idol au, boyfriend au.

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panting and your moans is the only thing that can be heard throughout your shared apartment. your hands had an insane grip on his shoulders, grabbing at the fabric of his black shirt.

his fingers were digging into the small of your back as if you were a dying man. his other hand ran along the side of your face, gently caressing it with so much tenderness and care.

his eyes stayed on you, watching your every facial expression and movement you made as you moved yourself against his thigh muscular thigh.

you’ve never rode his thigh before nor have you ever thought about it so when he asked you of course you were baffled but you still agreed out of curiosity and my my, what a great decision you made.

he flexed his thigh a tiny bit which was enough to make your mouth drop and a loud moan escape from your lips.

“jeon!” you gasped, curling your toes in pure pleasure “feels good, hm?” he asked moving one of his hands down to your ass, gripping it tightly.

you nodded before tilting your head back “so good!” you moaned, gripping onto his shirt tighter than before, speeding up your pace. the feeling of euphoria filled your veins as waves of pleasure flew through you “doing so good for me” he praised.

you swore you felt one of your acrylics breaking but it didn't matter to you in that intimate moment.

your pace started to slow down as your legs began to shake. you tugged down on your bottom lip and squeezed your thighs against his own.

your eyes rolled back “i’m close!” is all you could cry out “go ahead, baby.” he moved his hand up from your ass and towards your hip, helping you.

he flexed his thigh some more triggering your orgasm “there you go.”

your legs were shaking from the intensity of it as your upper body collapsed onto his, breathing heavy.

“enjoyed yourself?” he asked and you mumbled out a ‘yes’ making him chuckle “i could tell.”

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wettestnjaay · 1 year

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CRAVING HIS AND YOURS"

CHAPTER I. “MS. MONTGOMERY IS STEPPING HER GAME UP.”

THE NEW GIRL WEDNESDAY ADDAMS, isn’t the only one showing off but—HOW CAN WE FORGET ABOUT Y/N MONTGOMERY? A HIDDEN GIRL—KEEPING TO HERSELF, never willing to be notice until how, but why.. is it the new member of the school nevermore—or her wanting attention from more then one certain outcase.. OR IS IT, her best friend whose been “dead” and expelled from the school and wanting the same revenge he wanted or the felt of guiltiness.

📢-HEADS UP: reader is black chubby/curves,, hair is a mixture of reader natural hair color but turns white sometimes in the story from her visions/seer effects, at some point in the story the reader will have just short white hair with bangs but will style it (BRIADS/LOCS).

YELLOW TEXT- (—FLASHBACK/VISIONS

RED TEXT- (READER “SPEAKING”/‘THOUGHT’

PURPLE TEXT- (XAVIER “SPEAKING”/‘THOUGHT’

ORANGE TEXT - (AJAX “SPEAKING”/‘THOUGHT’

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XAVIER THORPE x

BLACK (🧏🏽‍♀️ ) VAMPIRE / HYBRID!SEER / ZOOLINGUALISM!READER (she/her)

x AJAX PETROPOLUS

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🚨WARNINGS: mentions of blood, murdering, mommy/daddy issues, descriptions of blood, death, vampires/werewolf’s, dominant/submissive, dangerous, school of monsters and outcase, heartbreaking, smut/sex, profanity, violence, nsfw, usage of drugs/alcohol, childhood trauma, bullying, gore, teenage behavior, love-triangle, ploy relationship, fighting, gun?, foul language, animal talking, usage of substances, kinives, mentions of cheating, cheating kinda, disappearance/kidnapping, the series WEDNESDAY topics, and frenemies.

(YOUR LAST NAME IS MONTGOMERY—IF YOU DONT LIKE IT ILL USE ‘Y/N L/N)

HONESTLY IM DEBATING IF THIS IS GONNA B A BIGGER PLOY-RELATIONSHIP W/ KENT, XAVIER + AJAX. k/x/j/reader

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NEVERMORE—THE SCHOOL FULL OF OUTCASTS IN A TOWN WHO DOESNT EVEN LIKE THEM.., but whose to tell them to leave if they’re getting the most money for the town, right?

The news of a new student coming spread like a germ, quickly as possible,, apparently she was going to be with you and your roommate ENID SINCLAIR, new roommate.

Such fun right?

You were pretty much a ‘cool-kid’ friends with Bianca, Divina, Kent, Xavier and Ajax.

But nun of them were better then Rowan, your bestfriend,, you’ve been close sense be came to the school, he was shy and begging everyone for help but, due to the school full of out-cases nobody was really willing beside you, yourself.

You would call yourself “Queen B.” like Bianca does, that was pretty lame to you, it was over hype, you’d be the girl in her shadows the one who isn’t very noticeable.. a side character that was only shown in quick little snips of the film.

But you did gain all of the popularity as you and Rowan joined into the secret club, but that lasted for about a couple of week.. stop lying.

That lasted only about a week,, they wanted to kick Rowan out for a dumb reason which completely pissed you off, you ended up with hatred for all of them as you called them all, “stingy little assholes, who always has a problem with every little thing.”

But that paparazzi followed rumors were out that you stood up to Bianca and everyone just started coming up to you and speaking to you, congratulating you, smiling at you, and everything out of the box of normal at Nevermore.

It was scary to you, but from the ending of the club for you and Rowan wasn’t all that you’d receive.. your flashbacks, and visions was starting,, due to you being a hybrid your parents told you they’d come at some point in the school years, you never believed them tho.

Not until now,

——

Well, today was a new day—a day where you won’t be as popular because there was a new student coming to school.

You’d woken up supper early to go with Rowan to the hidden club room,, quickly and quietly.

You had on your school uniform and to Rowan’s dorm knocking for him to answer.. which was a mistake, “Y/N Montgomery, how have you been?” Xavier asked asks you at the door as you just push him out the way and looked inside.

“Where is Rowan?” You turned right back at Xavier.

“I thought you came here for me.. I’m heart broken.” He started, as you watching him with a death stare, “If you didn’t anything to him, I’ll bite off all of your fingers, we gonna see whose gonna be dreaming now.”

He laughs as you leave the room slamming after, you knew the curfew was still on due to the time, but didn’t care you ran out of the building only to turn back inside after seeing something that looked hungry.. you felt your inner-hybrid energy coming in as you speed pass the mystery animal and wrapped your whiteish y/h/c locs into a messy-bun and took a bite into a rabbit ripping its head apart.

——

You’d went to all of your classes early today,, and to honor the new student classes was ending quite faster then it normal does.

You were walking with Rowan in the quad in silence, you wanted to speak so badly but you feared that the wrong things were going to come out of your mouth, and he was going to be mad.

You looked at Rowan and let out a nervous breath you didn’t know you had until now, “So, Ro, I came to your dorm to come and get you last night but, you weren’t there at all.”

He just stood quiet, walking a little faster, “Look there’s the new girl.” he said pointing.

He’d pulled your arms as you heard sum simple words from Enid, “Although he crowns been slipping lately.,, She use to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe..,But they broke up at the beginning of the semester… Reason unknown; but I think it’s because she was shown out by Y/N Montgomery,, our other roommate.”

You fell as you felt the grip of Rowan’s hands on yours and fell into someone as your vision was coming in,, your eyes turned WHITE.

—you’d seen Rowan in the hidden library, with this one book.. and a picture,, a drawing in the book of yourself, and a pigtail dark haired girl plus a pilgrim a very old and elderly one—

You opened your eyes to see Ajax Petropolus, holding you up, “Thank you,, but where is Rowan.” Ajax looked defeated.

He was one of the sweetest boys ever, you could never be mean to him, after you told the people in the secret club off, he quietly ran after you to see if you were okay, and if you felt like any of this was his fault.. which you didn’t.

You knew whose fault it was, Bianca’s and Xavier's,, nobody can miss out on that pair.

“Y/N.. I don’t think your okay,”

You continued to look around as you seen Enid walking closer to you, “Cover me please…Please Ajax.” He quickly nodded as it turn to Enid, and started speaking as you tryna to fix yourself.

While he was covering you were looking for Rowan in your smell of blood,, but that wasn’t working.. all you were smelling was sweet blood.. that smells so delicious you thought it was the air.

He’d turn from you and looked Enid dead in the eyes to get all of her attention, “Yo, Enid!, Your not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommate..,She eats human flesh.. Totally chowed down on that kid she murdered,, you better watch your back.” He says all together with a dramatic, scare face

Enid moved to the side exposing the person you knew was standing right there, “Ajax, this is my roommate, Wednesday.. We’re looking for Y/N.. you know, Montgomery.” You revealed yourself, “Y/N Montgomery speaking?”

“This is our new roommate,” Enid started, “Wednesday, Wednesday Addams.”

“Y/N Montgomery.. what a pleasure to meet you,, Well, has a hybrid my duty calls.” You smiled walking away pulling Ajax with you,, as Enid voice sucked in.

“Y/N came from a family of Hybrids and Werewolves.. as a whole,, which is quite cool to me, but sad to her,, she’s the only hybrid here, and always has to choose to sit with the Vampire or the Werewolves.” She went on and on, “I think she doesn’t eat food, she’s hardly even seen in the quad.”

You and Ajax were in the corner next to the statue of the pilgrim was, with Ajax’s back to the wall and you’re in front of him.

He started rolling up his sleeves and exposing his wrist to you, “So, I’m your hybrid slash vampire duty?” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes as the smell had more flavor to it, ”May I.. please?” You whimpered staring into his eyes then at his wrist as the smell of his sweet blood filled up your nose more and more.

He just watched you, both of you staring into each others eyes, as he finally smiled and nodded slowly as both of your eyes never felt each other as you rosed up his wrist to your mouth exposing your sharp fangs and letting him sink into his neck.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you dropped down to your knees handling onto his hip and thigh for support,, trying to stay focus and not show out your submission side.. but his blood was soo good, so delicious so.. just so perfect for you.

You were enjoying it so much you didn’t even realize Xavier behind you guys looking in shocked.. you ignored it as Ajax eyes were still onto you and you looking back up to him with red eyes as you felt his hand brushing your locs and fingers twirling against them.

You’d seen he was slowly turning pale, so you rushed to your feet holding his arm up to your chess as you apologized several time,, “Sorry!—Oh my goodness, I’m sorry—sorry.. Ajax?”

Ajax just smiled and wiped your mouth with his thump, as you watched him closely and pulled out your tongue and let him place his thump onto it and started to suck it clean.

“Ajax.. Y/N??” Xavier called out at her seemed to be walking closer, you quickly released his thump from your mouth with a small ‘pop’ and dusted your uniform off before helping Ajax fix his pants and sleeves as you pulled his beanie down hiding his snakes who were trying to peek out at you, “Xavier, my dude!”

You groaned and smiled at Ajax before starting to walk off, “Well, Jaxie time is ticking,, gonna head back to my dorm before Ms. Thornhill gets there before me!”

He nodded as Xavier watching and looked at you in disbelief,, and upsetting.

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You sped off in speed, towards you dorm where you heard all of the commotion from Wednesday and Enid, “This kitty got claws”

“You mean dog… This dog got claws?” You asked as Enid and Wednesday turned to you.

“Ion think this is divided equally.. giving off the racist vibe because i have the smallest part.”

“You a vampire, you don’t need a lot of room..” Wednesday stated which caused you to laugh, “Oh I know, it was a joke ask Enid.”

You walked to your coffin closet and changed into your oversized shirt from Rowan and a pair of shorts trying to get comfortable.. You’d heard voice outside of the room and you just knew who it was already.

You waited a while longer before coming out the closet, seeing her, Ms. Thornhill on a piece of tape that was apart of everyone’s space in the room, “Before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules..like,” You looked at Enid and then Wednesday and back at the red headed lady.

“Lights off at 10:00, no loud music, and no boys ever.” She spoke softly and harsh, Wednesday just was feeding into her, asking questions and all, “so please don’t go making any waves, or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes.”

You let out a loud puff of breath, “That means keep your claws to yourself, no smothering people in their sleep, and also no biting no mind-contorling and no talking to anyone’s pets getting them to do dumb things with them know.. Ms. Y/N Montgomery.”

“Goodnight, Ms. Thornhill.” You said as you threw the middle finger at her.

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You’d had a dream.. a very odd dream of boys in the secret club,, but mainly Ajax and Xavier.. Or maybe it was just a vision.

You tried ignoring it and noting on from it to see for something better,, you tried to go on a walk early in the morning to relieve your stress but that wasn’t working, You’d came to call with Wednesday right next to your side, it shows that she really likes you, maybe because your kinda similar to her, but she tends to get along with you more then Enid.

You’d both walked into the fencing class with your different color fencing outfit on, hers black and yours a dark ruby red color.

You’d had your helmet on while Wednesday didn’t, he in front and you behind as the sound of y’all’s marching feet copied another.

There you spotted Rowan and Bianca, you could tell that was them, Rowan fell to the floor as quickly as you reached over to them and cried out, “Coach, Coach, she tripped me.”

“It was a clean strike, Rowan.” Coach replied to the boy on the floor.

You quickly pulled your mask off exposing your new hairstyle goddesses braids and pulling out a ponytail as your tied them up and pulling Rowan to his feet, “Why am I always stuck with the cry babies.”

The class laughed and Bianca joined in, “Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn’t suck.” You rolled your eyes as Rowan jumped up from the mat and started to walk away, “Next time keep your mouth shut, when i say something I don’t back up.”

You started, “Only I can bully him, Ms. Wanna be added to everything.” You pitched your sword at your throat before exposing your fangs and red eyes.

Bianca let out a loud groan, “Seriously, Coach, when am I gonna get real competition?”

You laughed hearing her whine, “Anyone else want to challenge me?”

“I do.” Wednesday said from where she stood.

“Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in.”

“And, You must be the self-appointed Queen Bee…, Interesting thing about bees.. Pull out their stringers, and they drop dead.” the rest of the fencers let out a “ooh” as Bianca stood there embarrassing with a weak look.

“Rowan doesn’t need you to come to his defense.. He already had the Vampire oh wait, Hybrid, white and red eyed animal talking freak for that.” she started, adding on and on, “He’s not helpless, he’s lazy.”

“Are we doing this or not” Was all Wednesday asked while caused you to laugh even louder.

Bianca looked at you and scoffed, “Don’t even.. you not even gonna try and face me.”

“Ah,, your right but it looks like they let in competition for you today, but if Missy..wants to go against me aswell Coach if either of them wins would you aloud me and Wednesday to go against Bianca next,, 1v1v1?” You smirked as you seen the same look grew onto Wednesday face.

“I don’t think that’s fair.”

“I think it is, cause clearly yourself observe, and the best fencer in this class so, face and me her,, you already know I’m not good at this.”

That was a lie, you every good at this but whenever you got to the top you’d let someone knock you down because you didn’t want the attention the topper players received.

“Of course Lady Montgomery, now,, En garde.”

You stood on the opposite side of Rowan, you didn’t need to see the fight to know who was going to win, you just wanted to get a confession from Rowan right now.

You head was ringing as you sen the swords moving around repeatly and the grunting from both of them over and over.

You felt a presence behind you and you turned to see Xavier standing on side of you, tried to ignore him as you eyes turned white from the slight touch of him,

—Xavier and Ajax were talking once you’d left yesterday evening and were talking not talking fussing about something—

Was that something you..?

Forget it, Wednesday had tapped Bianca with the tip of her sword and scored a point just how you knew she would, you smirked and you clapped your hands for your newer friend.

“Point Wednesday.”

“One more Coach, just for fun.” You called out, he nodded as they fought again,, you knew Bianca was going to try hard this time, and you wanted to be a tie breaker.

This fight only too about 3ish minutes and Bianca scored, “The score is even.”

“That first point was clearly beginner’s luck.,, Let’s finish this”

“We’re gonna see about beginner’s luck,”

“For the final point, I would like to invoke military challenge..,No mask,, No tip.” the class “oohed” again, as Coach watched Wednesday as she moved closer to him.

“Winner draws first blood.”

You smirked and toyed with your fangs as she let her words come out her mouth, “Sound like you’re trying to feed me, Wenni.. I’m down for sun fresh bait”

Coach doesn’t make any facial expression, just a simple, “It’s your decision, Bianca.”

“Let’s see if you bleed in black and white.”

You sucked in the arm around you and the smell of Ajax blood.. you’d just now noticed he was in here with you, him and Xavier.. with the mixture of bitter and sweet blood combine you needed it and wanted them both.

Dropping you helmet on the floor and picking up the sword you had on the floor with you right and taking Xavier’s with your left and you added yourself into the fight, you used both of the sword to stop them both, you and wednesday attention was both set on Bianca,, you needed her to lose and she was going to no matter how hard it takes,

The four swords touching one and another back and forth, over and over on repeat you don’t know how long this was going to take but it was sure taking it precious time,

Bianca had gotten you on the floor and stumbled on your legs as you felt as if you were weak but as you hungry for blood grew more from the smell and image in your head you did a backflip until you were on your feet and and recovered very quickly and you grabbed ahold of the swords your drop before hand and watched closely as Wednesday and Bianca were going back and forth

You never exactly when to add yourself in, just as the sword swiped around Wednesday cheek you used both of your swords and marked Bianca with a mean scar of the letter M near her forehead and the side of her face which drew blood as well, just as she was about to say something you stopped her with those quick movements.

“‘Don’t even..’ you won against Wednesday but not against me.” You called out with your fangs showing,, from the sight of blood.

You heard a loud groan coming from her way again as you bowed down as the rest clapped for you and rushed out the class only to hear a or more then one pair of foot steps following closely behind you.

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ANY MISTAKES OR MISSPELLS ARE MY FAULT JUST LET ME KNOW,

& IF YOU WANT IT TO JUST BE AJAX/XAVIER/READER LMK ORRR AJAX/KENT/XAVIER/READER

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Okay but when midwife Anthony and obgyn Kate officially get together I can just imagine Anthony coming into work wayyyyyyy too cheerful with the fattest grin and whistling as he walks, literally hugging and high-fiving everyone he passes, including a confused janitor and a soon to be new mother whose water just broke. Kates just like ugh what a dumbass... still gonna let him bend me over later tho 🤭

Oh 100%

The day he finds Kate waiting beside her car for him to tell her he loves her again, he can hardly breathe when she smiles, presses her lips against his and whispers

"I love you too."

He can't stop himself from darting forward their lips crashing together as he pins her against the side of her car.

"Anthony, Kate, very platonic and chill this morning I see." Edwina sighs dryly, marching past them with a slightly disgusted smile on her face.

And his heart is pounding in his chest. "We're in love actually! Very not platonic! Very much romantic! Very much in love!"

"Good job buddy!" She calls back, with a slightly sarcastic thumbs up shaking her head bemusedly with a look at her sister that says we'll be talking about this later

Anthony spins back to Kate trying not to sigh happily as he presses his nose against her neck. "So, I'm thinking... You and I call in sick, I just got this new box of condoms, and we see if we can get through all of them today."

Kate chuckles, seemingly despite herself, brushing their lips together, "Mmm as lovely as that sounds, I have life to bring into this world today. And also potentially life improving endometriosis surgery, and as good a shag as you are: I can't tell the patient that's why it needs to be rescheduled."

Anthony sighed, "It's like... it's really fucking hot how good you are a your job you know that right?"

"I don't-"

"Anthony, hands off my baby in public." Mary clipped, a small smile on her face as she walks past and still, it can't foul Anthony's mood as Kate tugs him along to follow.

"Mary, would it help if I told you that Kate started it because she's desperately in love with me?"

Kate scoffed, but he noticed she didn't contradict him. Even as Mary sighed.

"No."

"But I'm Anthony! I'm Little Pup!"

"Daughter trumps Pup I'm sorry, Anthony. My maternity ward is going to be a handsy free zone."

And he's so happy he's not thinking, "If only you knew how many times I've already been handsy-"

Kate let out a squeak, darting forward to cut him off with a kiss an apologetic look cast her mother's way, and Anthony can't really bring himself to care as he gets ready for the day, slipping into his scrubs, breezing into his patients room.

"Jacqui! Mark! How are we feeling today?"

The soon to be parents looked back at him a little bemusedly.

"Is this not the most beautiful day to become a family?! What a day for love to triumph!"

"Had a spot of good luck, mate?" Mark asks slowly as Anthony checks the chart.

"You could say that, Mark. You could say that." He hums, "Perfect! So everything's looking good, the love of my life will be in to round on your with her little ducklings in a mo' so we'll just wait on that."

"Sorry, and the love of your life is...?" Jacqui trails off confusedly.

"I think he's talking about me." Kate's voice sighs from the doorway, ignoring the way the junior doctors following her are snickering.

Anthony felt himself nod, grinning a little ridiculously as Kate went about her rounds, questioning lightly before she turned to the bed and said, "Jacqui, I'm going to leave you in Anthony's very capable hands and he'll let me know how things are progressing. I assure you, he's really very good, but I warn you, apparently I have to say that: Rumour has it he's the love of my life."

Anthony can barely breathe as she winks at him before swanning from the room, taking a gasp as the door closes behind her. "Oh my god, Oh my god did you guys see that?! Holy God." And then he cuts himself off realising the patients staring back at him with abject confusion before he straightens, clearing his throat. "Right. God, sorry. Kate is a very talented doctor and she's beautiful, and incredible and I've just- really been in love with her for a long time and we finally got there, and I'm really happy today. Great day to make a family."

He gives them an awkward thumbs up as he leaves the room and just as he closes the door he hears Jacqui burst into tears followed by " You never talk about me like that!"

#all i am (all that i ever was)#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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CAN I GET THE SINCLAIR TWINS WITH A S/O THEY JUST FOUND OUT HAS A DEGREDATION KINK YES, I'M DOWN ATROCIOUS NO I DON'T REGRET IT

Y/N TRAUMATISING THE

SLASHERS ONCE AGAIN

House of wax edition

☆STARRING☆

Vincent Sinclair ☆ the sad little waxy man who is secretly the most unhinged fucker on earth but we keep looking at him like a innocent baby just because he looks submissive and breedable

Bo Sinclair ☆ greasy himbo with no working brain cells yelling at people he plans to murder that he will call the police if they don't oPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, cause apparently ThIS IS HIS TRUCK

CONTENT:

Tw: obviously there's degrading ecc, canon violence, mentions of murder, NSFW, mentions of blood and there's definitely more so be careful

A/N: *sighs* i open requests and this IS THE FIRST THING YOU ALL ASK FOR. HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALWAYS SO HORNY BROS. YOU ALL ARE GETTING TOO DAMN COMFORTABLE WITH THIS SHIT. Where do you all get this ideas? WHERE?!. Anyways I hope you enjoy it cause it has cost me my spot in heaven and a couple of weird Google searches

BO SINCLAIR:

To think this was going to be a nice funny little blog full of fluff and angst and nice things.

Now look at me, fueling someone foul need to be called a piece of garbage to get turned on

YOU KNOW WHAT I ALWAYS SAY ABOUT BO HAVING ANGER ISSUES

But for the sake of giving you all your horny content let's say he does have anger issues

Yeah you already know where this is going

The first time he found out you needed jesus in your life was, yes you guessed it, when you first came to ambrose

As soon as he saw you he knew you were going to the basement

He felt bad for you since you seemed so nice and so shy plus you were completely Bo's type

He would have NEVER thought you would end up acting like a SINFUL WHORE

he was going on with the whole tying you up and whatnot

"You were not dying to get here, were you? This is what you really want behind all that shy bullshit act you have going on"

If you were to be honest you were enjoying this

And if you were not turned on before now you're whole brain has stopped working and you're on fire

When he heard the small moan leaving your mouth bro was almost shocked

"Did you just.. you know what never mind"

He tried to think that maybe he just misheard but

YOU DID IT AGAIN AND LOUDER

MY POOR MAN WAS HAVING A LIFE CRISIS WHILE YOU WERE HERE HAVING THE SMEXY TIME OF YOUR LIFE

he was trying to process the whole thing while you were like: 👹 mmm yes do it again

Bro felt the 50 shades of trauma right then right there

and being the fucking gremlin you are you EVEN ASKED WHY HE STOPPED

he was like "ight I'm out of here"

He just left you there cause if you were enjoying this then there was no point

And because honestly wtf was that y/n WHAT THE ACTUAL FACK

Ironically enough, being so into Bo's kinky shit and being so horny is what saved you

Initially he thought you would be just a way to kill time between victim and victim and that's why he kept you around

Well, he was in for a fucking surprise

Obviously the relationship took a more deep turn

You still had to see Bo getting angry tho.

You both fell in love so hard that Bo's temper improved around you

Maybe it was because with you he could do all the things that makes him feel better without feeling ashamed of it

Today was a particularly tough day

Victims kept being rude and he had to spend an extra hour chasing them around so he wasn't really in the greatest of the moods

So it wasn't really that much of a surprise when he went all aggressive and mean during smexy time

You basically are free therapy for him

The more you get turned on by him talking to you worse than how he talks to jonesy the more he falls in love with you and the harder he fucks you

IM SORRY, YOU ARE FUELING THIS MAN WORST SIDE WITH THIS KINKY FUCKERY.

WHATEVER CONSEQUENCES COMES OUT OF IT ARE ALL ON YOU

Eventually he would say sorry and occasionally feel bad for some things he had said

He never insults you or degrades you in things he knows could actively hurt your feelings tho

And sometimes he worries about being to rough or to cruel

You know that most kinks come from traumas ecc so he does wonder what the fuck has happened for you to be this fucking wild

He doesn't complains tho, keep it that way y/n your beloved Bo likes the feral horny energy

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

Not gonna lie I would like too to be called a bitch by vinny

I would never shut up about the fact that vinny is not the fucking innocent Babe everyone makes out of him

This bitch would not hesitate to push your head down for a blow job if he deems you're being too much of a brat

I JUST FEEL THAT DEPENDING ON HIS MOOD HE DECIDES WHEN AND HOW TO BE A TOP

And this is one of those occasions where he decided how and when to be a mean top

You have been pestering him all day, distracting him from work he has to do

so now he is pissed because not only he has like too many pending wax figures to do but he can't focus anymore with you around

He literally grabs you by the wrists and looks at you deep in the eyes

Now vin can't really talk much. We all know that but it's like…

His whole demeanour gives off so much without even speaking

Like you just know he's calling you a fucking whore without even have to ask

He was not really mad at you but kind of irritated and tbh he didn't meant to be so aggressive but you have pushed all his buttons

I- he was certainly surprised but not disappointed

You tried so hard to hide your reaction but vinny can read you like an open book

It only takes one look at your eyes, the red on your cheeks and how you wiggled slightly under his gaze trying to tone down yourself and keep at bay your inner turmoil

THIS UNHINGED FUCKER IS NOT HAVING ANY MERCY

Would it been a different situation where he was not feeling this dominant he would have just caught fire in front of you

But now? Rip your horny soul my friend

he just keeps staring at you until you, keeping you in place using his hands, until you just get too worked up and can't hold it anymore

As soon as you divert your gaze from his a smirk is forming under the mask and he slightly tilts his head to the side amused by your curious reaction

Picture this PICTURE FUCKING THIS

Every time he notice you getting more and more turned on by him being mean the more he denies you to come until you're practically begging him to do it

And if you even try to move in any sort of way to help yourself he will be punish you even more

He would do everything he can to ensure you won't be able to bother him while working for a good few hours

I just feel that from now on this whole thing would be a huge inside joke between you and him

He would put you in the most embarrassing situations cause he has no fucking chill

But in the end it all works well cause both of you are having lots of sinful fun

Like Bo he would never use anything really hurtful against you

But unlike Bo he would never feel that bad for being mean

Cause everytime he has to do this is because you're acting like a WHORE AND NOT LETTING HIM FINISH HIS WORK

The wax play combined with this stuff? 10/10

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slashers #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #sinclair brothers #vincent sinclair x reader #brian van holt #house of wax #slasher

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euphorial-docx · 1 year

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a very detailed marauders as volleyball positions post because i felt like it

sirius: outside hitter. he just gives me those vibes. plays only one position in right back because he has a good serve, but gets subbed out once he’s done serving. totally has a little handshake with whoever he’s subbing with.

remus: either he’s an amazing setter in a 6-1 rotation or doesn’t play volleyball at all.

james: setter in a 6-2 rotation, outside hitter when in the front row. him and sirius do a lot of cool tricks whenever james is setting for him. they 100% fuck around whenever james pushes sirius up. sometimes forgets he’s in the back row and tries to illegally attack the ball. only sometimes tho.

peter: back row specialist. probably not libero. or, like remus, he doesn’t play at all.

marlene: this might be controversial, but she’s a libero. she will dive anywhere for a ball if she has to. when she’s on the court, no volleyball is touching that floor. her knees are always fucked up. pretty good back row attacks.

dorcas: MIDDLE HITTER MIDDLE HITTER MIDDLE HITTER. also similar to sirius in the way that she serves for half a rotation because holy shit her serves are scary.

mary: outside or right side hitter. an absolute beast at blocking— nobody gets through her. i also feel like she’d be good at digging the ball out of the net without getting fouled. her and dorcas are always in the front row together because they’re the dream team.

pandora: all around player. right side hitter in front row, left side in back row. very fast, hardly ever needs to dive. absolutely a tipping queen and it never fails to piss off the other side. accidentally gets called on rotational fouls a lot, mostly when being pushed up by the setter.

lily: she also gives me setter vibes, but for a 6-2. i don’t think she’d be a setter by herself (not that she couldn’t do it. she definitely could.) is very smart with the ball. loves to dump it on the other side when they least expect it. the other team never knows her next move.

evan: outside hitter. scary scary scary. i’d be scared of him as a back row player. has probably given multiple concussions.

barty: definitely a front row somewhere. anywhere. he has a really powerful swing, but he gets fouled a lot. reaches over the net, lifts, etc etc. he always tries to fight the foul call even when he knows he did it lmao.

regulus: setter + right side hitter. like lily, very smart with the ball while setting. is really good at back-setting and always has plays up his sleeve with his hitters. when in the front row, he can use both hands to hit equally. his swings might not be the most powerful, but he definitely knows where to put them for a kill. spot server 100% and will make the weakest back row opponent know they are the weakest with how deliberate his serve is.

#i think i’ve done this before but oh well #doing it again #marauders

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thegreatwarhq · 1 year

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character name & any aliases: Charles Septimus Weasley, “Charlie”

character dob & age: December 12, 1996; 26

canon or oc: Canon

character pronouns/gender identity/romantic & sexual identity: He/Him/His, Cismale, Demisexual/Bi-sexual

character faceclaim: Nicholas Skidmore

character house/past house if relevant: Gryffindor

which school they attended: Hogwarts

character alignment in the war/explain if and why it’s changed since the battle: Order of the Phoenix, but secretly as he’s now working at the Ministry. He feeds info from the Ministry to the Order.

where have they been living for the past year: England, much to his dismay.current occupation: Head of Magical Creature Retainment with the Ministry of Magic in England, part-time Dragonologist consultant in Romania.

important character information/bio:

Charlie knows 4 languages: English, Romanian, French, and German.

Charlie is still connected with the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary, but he decided to accept a head position the Ministry has been trying to get him to take for years. Head of the Magical Creature Retainment, basically animal control/law enforcement that deals with Dragon Egg/Illegal Magical Creature Dealing. Charlie claimed to blame the Order for Fred’s death and allowed him to slide with only a little side-eye. It also allows him to keep an eye on Percy, to make sure he’s okay.

The ministry is a mess, but he likes the work… which makes him angry because he never wanted to leave Romania until he absolutely had too.

Charlie’s never really had a girlfriend/boyfriend. He’s a bit of a hoe, but it takes him a long time to form a romantic feeling for someone, and he also has a hard time identifying his feelings.

It’s not that Charlie is Emotionless, he just… thinks he feels in very black and white feelings, so when he feels something complicated…. Brain go brrrrrrrrrrrrr

He has all of his Weasley jumpers – all of them. Even the ones from when he was a baby. His logic was that he would make a blanket out of the ones that didn’t fit anymore, but then he felt bad thinking about tearing them up to do that…. So they’re taking up space in his closet.

He does not have a favorite dragon - they’re aLL his favorites.

Charlie made decent money as a Dragonologist and is making even better at the ministry, somehow, but doesn’t like to brag about his wealth.

At some point, Charlie considered going pro in Quidditch but ended up getting injured his 7th year. It wasn’t a bad injury, just a bludger to the shoulder that took a little while to heal because it completely shattered, and he decided that wasn’t worth it. He does still, sometimes have pain.

The dragon’s tho… Every burn, scratch, and scar is worth it for him.

Charlie has an intense hatred for Lord Voldemort after what he did to his little sister. It grew deeper as he put his new adopted brother (harry potter, thank u molly weasley) thru hell

Charlie was a prefect in school, and he absolutely abused the shit out of that are you kidding me??? What were they THINKING???

Once he told a girl that her eyes sparkled like the scales of a Dragon, and he’s still confused why she was offended.

Harry getting taken sort of derailed everything, making it hard to return to Romania especially in wake of fred’s death. Molly, let’s be real, was and is a mess, and more importantly (bc im a molly slanderer), Charlie is increasingly worried about his siblings, especially Ronald.

He does, however, floo back to Romania when needed

Ready to fistfight gringotts the second the war is over

Uses foul language liberally

demiromantic bi sexual king

actually very smart

but so, so stupid

#charlie weasley app #accepted

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Hey there Savi.. could i request a kou,mitsuba and tsukasa x reader where their s/o gets bullied alot?? I've been struggling with it recently and now that school is going to start again im dreading it .. thank you in advance <3

kou minamoto x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: of course!! I’m really sorry that you’ve had experiences like that, but I also genuinely hope that this year will be better! You’ve got this-!! And don’t be afraid to ask for help <3 you’re so so welcome, tho I’m sure schools probably started by now, therefore I’m super sorry for the time this took- and thank you so much for requesting <3

Waaaaaah i’m also sorry if it’s OOC, cos I know Tsukasa’s at least is;;; writer’s block is aaaaaaah-;; I’ve genuinely been writing this since September 19th,,,,

warnings: bullying

word count: 2,044

kou minamoto <3

You glanced at your phone screen, the date flashing up at you. It was depressing. Thoughts of previous years danced in your head, as you shut your phone back off. You currently stood outside of your school, “open house” finally over. School was starting back in just a few days. Your days of freedom could be counted on one hand… this was, by far, one of your least favorite times of the year.

“(Y/N)! Do you still want to walk to the park?” Kou questioned, running up beside you. You nodded, hoping that spending time with your boyfriend would get your mind off of school, and memories related to such. As the two of you began to walk, you could practically feel the question on the tip of Kou’s tongue. He always made himself rather obvious- his hands fidgeted a bit, his gaze lowering to the ground.

“Say, (Y/N)... you seem sad. Is it because school’s starting back?”

You thought for a moment, unsure of how to put it. He certainly wasn’t wrong…

“Yeah, that’s basically it… last year was just… not a good year, haha.”

“Oh? Well, I’m sure this one will be better!! If you want, we can make a list or something? All the bad things about last year can be something we change this year-!”

Despite bitterly knowing that it wasn’t exactly something within your realm of control, you laughed a bit. “That’s… insanely corny, Kou. I didn’t say a terrible idea- just… corny.”

When you glanced up at him, you noticed his red face, as he blurted out an excuse. A moment of fumbling over his words passed, before he gave up, glancing off to the side once more.

“Wh-whatever- I mean, just… like, tell me what’s wrong, if you want to. And I’ll try to help. Alright?”

“It’s really not something either of us can help, Kou.”

“So? I’m your boyfriend,” He seemed a bit embarrassed to say, most likely not used to pulling that sort of card, “If you don’t want to tell me, I can’t make you. But, if you’re alright with telling me, I want to know. Either way, I’m here for you...”

“Ah… I know it, Kou. Honestly, I just… dealt with some bullying last year, so I’m really not looking forward to this year. No matter how much I hear ‘oh, the bully does it to feel better about themself’, it’s just emotionally… hm, awful, you know?”

“Oh… I understand, (Y/N). I do remember some people picking on me, since I have a big brother like Teru- it’s not fun at all. Here!! I’ll stay with you, 24/7! Sit with me during classes, and I’ll hang out with you during free time!” “Thanks, Kou- but we probably won’t have every class together.”

“Then- just tell me if something happens during the class,” He spoke, crossing his arms rather seriously. “I’ll talk with the teacher! Easy peasy!!”

A moment passed, before Kou took your hand, looking at the ground, then back up with you. His eyebrows were furrowed just slightly, his eyes not as wide as they usually were. Kou was being serious- as serious as his sweet mind could let him be. He almost seemed to resemble his big brother even more- when the two were serious.

“If something happens, tell me, okay? I mean it. I don’t want this year to be bad for you- as your friend and boyfriend! Let me do what I can to help, alright?”

You blinked a bit. Kou’s words were so sincere, you felt your heart beat a bit quicker. “A-alright. Thank you, Kou. I really mean it.” You spoke, bringing the boy into a hug to hide whatever sort of expression you were making.

“Of course! You don’t need to thank me, (Y/N). I’m happy to try and help-!”

mitsuba sousuke <3

“(Y/N), if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll give you something to complain about.”

Ah, Mitsuba… he spoke, his arms crossed as he sat next to you, silently noticing your slightly disheveled clothes. Judging by the slightly down look you wore, too many things were now adding up. Something was bothering you, and he was bound and determined to find out what it was.

“Mitsuba, it’s okay, really. Here! Let’s eat, I’m starving!” You opened up your bento box, sliding one his way, and sticking the chopsticks into your mouth. Though you hummed happily, Mitsuba was… in Detective Mode, to put it lightheartedly. Your every move was being analyzed, as he tried his best to figure out what was wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed, as you swallowed a bit harder than usual.

“What’s the point of lying to me, dummy? If you aren’t hungry, it’s probably because whatever is bothering you is ruining your appetite. Talk to me. I’m serious.”

You sighed, feeling as if the food was stuck in your throat. Or maybe your throat simply felt as though it had a lump in it…? Either way, you were painfully aware of the unpleasant feeling. Along with the creeping suspicion that Mitsuba wasn’t going to leave this alone. Was he good at reading people?? Were you just easy to read…? Or maybe, he was just far too accustomed to the way you reacted to things. Able to focus in on the little things, especially when he wanted to. Perhaps it was the talent of a photographer? Being able to read the entire picture??

Perhaps you were thinking too much into it, desperate for a way to get your mind off of the things going on around you.

“I’m just… dealing with some stuff.”

“Well, duh. What kind of stuff?”

You kept your gaze glued to the floor, fiddling absentmindedly with the chopsticks. You knew you could confide in Mitsuba… yet, something about it felt practically impossible. What would happen if you told him? Could he do anything? He was merely a ghost…

“Oi, I asked a question. Listen, and listen well, you idiot- I know I can’t solve all your problems, but I can at least listen- which is what you’d better be doing right now. You listen to me, though who wouldn’t want to is beyond me, so I can at least do the same. I’m not your therapist, but I am your boyfriend.”

Those words danced around in your mind for a bit, as you considered how to put it. For a moment, you simply nodded, letting Mitsuba know you heard- and were acknowledging- what he said. A few more moments passed before you began to speak.

“Lately, there have been some students… picking on me, I guess. It’s… discouraging, and makes school feel like a living nightmare. You’re the only good thing in my day at this hellhole.”

“Oh.”

You tightened your grip on the chopsticks, trying to read Mitsuba’s tone. Suddenly, it clicked- remembering Mitsuba mentioning being bullied for being “feminine” and “foul-mouthed”. He truly, genuinely, understood where you were coming from.

“I see, then… I’ll tell you what to do, (Y/N). Tell an adult, lame-o. I don’t give a flying flip about ‘oh, they won’t believe me’ or ‘what if the bullies blah blah.’ At least try it- it’s hard, but I don’t care about that either. Also, freaking ignore them. Obviously, you don’t want to pay them attention, so don’t.”

“Mitsuba, it’s not that easy-”

“I know. (Y/N), I’ve been in your shoes. Maybe it’s different- I dunno what kind of bullying they’re doing. Still, if you’re good enough for my standards, you know you’re at least worth something. So don’t let those low-lives get you down. I promise you, if I could, I’d give them a piece of my mind. But, since I can’t, just… do it yourself, or something. Don’t endure it, you rat.”

(“Mitsuba, all your insults lowkey feel like bullying-”

“Shut up, stupid-face, you can’t tell a teacher on a ghost. What’re you gonna say?? Waaaah, sensei, school mystery number 3 is calling me names!! Hah.”

“Tsuchigomori-sensei can see you, you know. And he teaches both Minamoto boys!”

��Lalalaaaa, I can’t hear you-”)

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa… knows.

There was no other way to put it. You knew he knew, and you knew he was just waiting. A part of him wanted you to ask him for help- to confide in him, even if it took some pushing. He was… a bit different in that sense- I mean, how was he to know you didn’t enjoy being bullied? Was it the same way he felt when Amane looked at him with such hatred?

“(Y/N)!! What’s with such a sad look?? Did you get a bad test grade?” Tsukasa questioned, floating alongside you as you entered the broadcasting room. You simply shook your head, placing your bookbag on the floor, then standing back up.

“It’s just been a day, Tsu,” You added, taking a seat near Sakura. As you did, she pushed a cup of tea your way, her gaze as it usually was. She looked right through you, as if you were nothing but a ghost. Still, it was a much better look than the ones given by the bullies. Muttering a ‘thank you’, you lifted the cup, fiddling with it slightly.

“If there’s something bothering you, feel free to share it,” Sakura spoke, her gaze staying on you, then finally closing as she sipped from her cup.

“If there’s something bothering you, share it.” Tsukasa added, placing his head on your shoulder and staring at your eyes. His gaze drifted to your hands when you brought the cup to your lips, then over to your throat as you struggled to swallow.

“Runt, if you don’t back away from them, you’ll the the one bothering them,” Natsuhiko spoke, raising his eyebrows at Tsukasa, then offering you a slightly concerned look. His expression was enough for you to know he wanted to know if you were alright- to which you shrugged, reaching up and patting the side of Tsukasa’s face.

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll be fine, really.”

Sakura pondered for a moment, before standing. “Mitsuba, would you like to walk with me? I should go grab something.”

Mitsuba, who had been sitting off to the side- glanced up, his usual puppy-like expression on his face. “Sure,” He replied, standing up, practically in sync with Natsuhiko.

“I’ll go as well, my lady!”

Oh. She’s doing that on purpose.

Your eyes followed the trio as they left the room, and you could feel Tsukasa’s eyes still stuck on you. The moment the door shut, he spoke. “(Y/N), tell me what’s wrong. You don’t seem to enjoy being miserable!”

“Am I supposed to?” “You’re miserable then? What’s wrong, c’mon!!”

“I didn’t say I was- just that I don’t think many people like it,” You spoke, taking another sip from the tea. The warmth of it made your throat feel hot, but it didn’t help the lump stuck in it.

“(Y/N). Just admit to me what’s wrong, and I’ll do what I can!”

You sighed, not wanting to grow frustrated. Tsukasa was… trying. He just didn’t understand everything- the boy who enjoyed seeing people wear normally unpleasant expressions, of course he wouldn’t personally understand. He wanted to help you, but how could a ghost help? Much less, the ghost of a boy such as him?

“(Y/N)-” “I’m just dealing with some bullies. It’s fine, Tsukasa- I’ll figure something out.”

“I’ll kill them <3”

“Tsu-”

Tsukasa stepped away from you, crossing his arms. “So, (Y/N), you don’t like it when people bully you? I’ll take care of it! Promise!” “Stop it right there, Mr. Only-grants-wishes-for-the-dead. Don’t ‘take care of them.’ I just need to get enough confidence to tell a teacher or something…”

Tsukasa paused, pouting his lips slightly, before nodding. Quickly, he floated back over to you, and trapped you in a hug. His arms wrapped around you securely, making you feel rather safe for being in the arms of such a destructive boy. “Fine. I’ll go with you, then, (Y/N)! I’ll even hold your hand!! And I definitely won’t let those bullies bother you any more~.”

“Tsukasa, please, don’t do anything drastic-” “Whatever you say, (Y/N). You know I can’t go against the wishes of my cute partner~!”

#anon #gn!reader #x gn!reader #oneshot #tbhk #jshk #kou minamoto #mitsuba sousuke #tsukasa yugi #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #kou minamoto x reader #mitsuba sousuke x reader #tsukasa yugi x reader

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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WC: 2261

Rated: M

Tags: angst, medical issues, pregnancy complications, hurt/comfort, anxiety, brief mentions of medical procedures but no gore, nothing is technically sad, fluff, papa laszloooo

A/N: honestly tho I am sorry. also i maybe cried a little writing this, which is a first. also also everybody is fine in this it's just emotional

Blame @hardlyinteresting

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"Three weeks…. Three weeks little bean…" you mumble as you rub your protruding stomach after a particularly harsh kick to your ribs. The chair was a sweet relief to your ankles after a long day at work and doing some light chores around the house all afternoon. You had three weeks until you hit 39 weeks into your pregnancy. As much as you were anxious you were ready. Ready to not feel like a bloated whale. Ready to not have sore feet. But most of all, ready to hold your baby girl.

Laszlo had been trying to convince you to take it easy and start maternity leave early, but you resisted. The last thing you were about to do is nothing. Most first pregnancies went late anyway, you'd argued, so you didn't worry about it yet. I’m pregnant, not dying - give me another week, you'd told him.

What you didn't tell him was about the headaches. Or how sore your legs were. Or how absolutely exhausted you'd been feeling the last couple weeks. Whenever he would ask if you were alright or offer a foot rub you would just brush it off as third trimester woes. You didn't want to worry him.

You were sat in an armchair in the parlor, feet propped up, damp rag over your eyes. The droning from the tv had your nerves on edge. All you wanted to do was take some tylenol and feel better, but you had been knocking back more than was probably safe the last few days so you went without.

A sudden pain shoots through you causing the rag to fall onto your chest. “Ohh...ow? OW!” You sit up straighter as the ache persists; the dull throbbing in your upper abdomen unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Were you in labor early? Did she just kick in a bad spot? No no - surely the pain would’ve died down by now had that been the case. Unless? Can babies kick so hard they rupture something? Did my kid just bust my liver? Your thoughts run rampant as you wait, in vain, for the pain to go away. The pricking behind your eyes and in your temples only made it more hellish. Pressing your palm to the spot does nothing, nor do the breathing exercises you had been taught.

When five minutes have passed by without relief you make the choice to call out for your husband. “Laz?” No response. “Laszlo!” A beat passes; nothing. You swallow through your building nausea.

“I swear to fucking-” you growl as you snatch your phone from the end table to your left. You use all your concentration to dial his number.

It rings four times.

“Bärchen, why are you call-”

You don’t let him finish. “Something’s wrong.”

______

Head thrown back into the flat, starchy hospital pillow you groan in frustration. “permanent bedrest?” You scrub the hand not clutching your belly down your face.

The emergency room Obstetrician gives you a pitying look. “I’m afraid so - your blood pressure is high and we want to keep it under control to prevent outcomes such as pre-eclampsia. I recommend doing as little as absolutely possible; get rid of as many stressors as you can.” He flips through your chart. “You said you’ve been having headaches and fatigue for nearly two weeks? Why didn’t you come in sooner?”

Huffing, you tell him “I thought it was just part of the third trimester. Everyone always complains about how bad it is.” He hums in response.

“Well. I’m going to go take a final look at your labs, make sure everything else is fine before we discharge you. I’ll send in my Nurse Practitioner to give you the run down and anything else you’ll need to know. And should anything else like this happen again - get in here immediately.” He pats you awkwardly on the hand before nodding at Laszlo and leaving the room.

Laszlo.

Sparing a glance from the corner of your eye you see him looking towards his lap, his weaker hand cradled in the other. He’d been quiet since you admitted when your symptoms had first begun. Every single time he’d asked you how you were feeling you had lied to him. Granted, you didn’t technically know you were lying. But it makes little difference when you’re sitting in the ER. He had every reason to be upset.

“Laszlo honey,” you reach over to him. Slowly he takes your proferred hand and stands, coming to stop beside the bulky bed frame. His thumb caresses your wrist.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve examined the signs, kept a better eye on you.”

“Laz-”

“-No-”

“-I didn’t want to worry you, okay?-” Your voice breaks as you defend yourself.

“-I could’ve done something, maybe- I don't know!” His slightly raised voice startles you quiet. The pain in his eyes only makes you feel guiltier. He licks his lips. “I took the liberty of calling your mother. She will be here tomorrow afternoon and will be staying in the guest room as long as we need her.”

Now you look away, indignant. “I don’t need to be watched like I’m a child.” The tears behind your eyelids rush in; a lone drop trailing down your cheek as the embarrassment settles within your gut. You knew that at some point it was likely you would need her here. However you imagined it to be under happier circumstances. A deep inhale fails to calm your sobs. “I just- I don’t want to be a burden with all this.” Your tears flow freely now.

“My dear you could never be.” Laszlo sits on the edge of the bed. He rests his right palm above the swell of your child, his left cupping along the curve of your jaw. He tilts you to face him. “But the health of you and our girl is what is most crucial now. Let us take care of you. Please.”

A gentle kick underneath his palm from your daughter is answer enough.

__________

Two weeks. 14 days.

Lying in bed, sitting in the same spot for hours on end was actually going to be the death of you. You were sure of it.

Your mother truly has been a huge help since arriving. Laszlo wanted to start his paternity leave, but you insisted that he stay until you were closer to your due date. Which couldn’t come fast enough, you might add. Both Laszlo and your mother were prone to pestering you about some things, but at other times if you truly wanted to be alone they gave you your space. Now was one of those times. Laptop to your side, you watch another episode of Grey’s Anatomy. A knock sounds. You turn to see your husband standing in the doorway, the blood pressure monitor in arm.

He gives you a bright smile. “How are you two on this fine afternoon?”

“Cut it with the attitude, bucko. Let’s get this over with.” The words, while harsh, had little bite to them. His brow raises but he says nothing. You honestly felt bad that you’d been in a pretty foul mood since being discharged. On more than one occasion you’d said as much to Laszlo and your mother - they didn’t deserve your ire. Thankfully they understood why you were so frustrated.

You held the strap in place as he secured the velcro and started the machine. Buzzing filled the overall quiet room. Closed eyes you wait. Some days your results were higher than others. Unless you became higher than a certain threshold the doctor said you were safe to be home. At the sound of a beep Laszlo unhooks the cuff, reporting that your levels are within the acceptable range. When he goes to leave you alone you clutch at his sleeve. He waits as you peer up at him. “Stay?”

He never could say no to you.

______

Little bean’s ruthless treatment of your bladder had you up for the second time that night. You waddled to the bathroom to attend to your business and wash your hands. Glancing at the circles under your eyes in the mirror you sigh. “I love you baby bean but you’re giving me a run for my money here, kid,” you whisper as you rub your stomach. Three days, you remind yourself.

The floor creaks as you shuffle back to bed. Suddenly, an odd warm trickling sensation travels down your legs. “What the fuck?” Looking down around your bulging bump you find yourself standing in a small puddle, the glint of the bathroom night light reflecting off the surface. “Shit okay…ah Laszlo? Hey, I need you to wake up.”

He grumbles. With a roll of your eyes you walk over and shake him awake. “Hey- what-” he sits up instantly and blinks at you. “Is everything alright?”

“My water broke.”

He hops into action right away. Moving you to sit on the bed, he pulls out his cell phone to call your doctor. As he talks you watch him move around the room, the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, as he collects your hospital supplies. You feel useless as you sit. Yet, you know that your priority needs to be keeping yourself calm and that moving around could exacerbate your condition.

He hangs up. Coming to stand in front of you he presses a kiss to your forehead; “I’ll go wake your mother. Don’t move, Liebling.”

As you sit you blow out a long breath. You look down at your bump. “Guess you decided you’re ready to go, huh kid?” The tip of your fingers brush along the side of your stomach. “I know we’re ready for you too. We’re going to love you so much, and your daddy? He’s gonna be the best, you’ll see.” Placing your palms flat she nudges you from within.

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The doctors decided that a c-section was the safest route. You both knew it was a possibility, but you had hoped that after weeks of bedrest that your blood pressure would balance out enough for a natural delivery. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. They monitored you for an hour before your contractions began, officially confirming you were in fact in active labor and dilating. After the fourth hour your blood pressure began to spike again. That’s when they decided to prep you for the procedure.

The operation went smoothly. The atmosphere of the surgical suite was tense with your nerves, but Laszlo’s calming words and his hand squeezing yours kept the anxiety from spilling over. You even found it in you to poke fun at how ridiculous he looked in the puffy blue elastic hair cap he wore.

When the first cries rang out you nearly tried to hop off the table to see your baby. The doctors worked quickly to ensure you were in proper condition while the infant was cleaned.

“Dad? Would you like to come and cut the cord?” one of the nurses calls out.

Laszlo looks back at them before turning to face you. He searches your eyes for a moment; “go,” you nod with a smile. You watch as he did what the nurses instructed as best you could, her soft wails echoing in the small room. He returns to you right after while they finish wrapping her up in a blanket.

“She’s beautiful my dear,” your professor confesses. He leans to give you a lingering kiss. “I’m so unbelievably proud of you.”

“I love you so much.”

“As I love you.”

The doctor interrupts your moment. “Would you like to hold your baby girl?” The question is directed at you, but you look over to your husband. The man you love more than life itself. He stares at the little bundle as if she’s the most incredible sight he’s ever laid eyes on. He can’t take his gaze off her. His irises sparkle with unshed tears as he looks on with wonder.

“Laz?” Finally he breaks away. “Hold your little girl - she’s been waiting to meet her Papa.”

Carefully the doctor shifts his hold on the babe to slide her into Laszlo’s waiting arm. He swallows as he pulls her to his chest. Something caught between a sob and a laugh leaves him. You blink through your own tears at the sight of your husband and daughter, a sight so far beyond perfect there could be no words. Laszlo held her with such delicacy, such reverence. It was as if any moment she could slip away as though a dream.

“Hello there my little dove, I’ve been waiting a very long time to meet you.” He doesn’t bother to wipe away the streams that fall from his eyes. “I’m your Papa and I-” he sniffs, looking towards the ceiling and blinking rapidly to clear his eyes. You rest your hand on his bicep. “I love you so very much. I would give you the world if I could. Your grandfather didn’t...he was not....” he pauses to gather himself. “To me you are the greatest gift I could ever receive. I will be the best father I can for you. A father worthy of you. Mein Gott, Ich liebe dich my darling dove.”

He continued to hold her in his arms until it was time to take you into the recovery room. When he had asked if you wanted her you simply shook your head. You would get your chance, you had a lifetime to do so. But your Laszlo needed this. He needed his little dove.

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atsuwiee · 3 years

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heyy i'm just wondering if u can take any enhypen request? 👁️👄👁️

if yayyy , can i request how enha members would handle s/o who got anger issues if it not hard for you to write it ^^

if nayyyy , its fine bebeh u can ignore this 😩👏 anyway have a nice day/night! <3

how enhypen would handle a s/o with anger issues

ah yes, now this whole thing might be written from experience lol. because i too, have (bad) anger issues :/

but anyways- i hope you like this!

warnings: i think a bit of swearing, and mentions of being hit, sunghoon's was a bit aggressive tho:/

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heeseung

"heeseung where's my necklace?" you asked, almost flipping your room upside down. "didn't you put it on your dresser, i'm sure it's there" he says. "no- i just checked, it's not there" you say as you felt the feeling of being irritated filling in you. you groaned in frustration and heeseung already knew where this was going. "calm down we'll find it-" "how are we ever going to find it?! it's literally not here!" your voice raised and heeseung sighed. "love, calm down, hm? we'll find it" he said as he moved closer to you to reassure you. "it's probably just laying on the floor" he says as he started searching for your lost necklace. "yeah..." you say finally calming down.

jay

you didn't notice jay as he came home. "y/n, you can't be like this when i just arrived home." jay says with a bit of annoyance in his tone. you gave out a frustrated tone "look- i can't give the right outputs for my boss. i don't even know what they like!" you said outrageously. jay then notices you were really mad or so enraged at your boss as he sees you were in the verge of tears. he sits beside you on the couch and rubs your back. "its okay. calm down, love." jay says softly. you nodded as you take deep breaths "i'm gonna try to help you, okay?" jay offers as he gives you a soft reassuring kiss on your forehead.

jake

jake was in a clingy mood, but you weren't having it. focused on your laptop typing in your work while he tried to steal kisses and wrapped his arms around yours. "jaeyun can't you please fuck off?!" you said, voice raising a bit out of annoyance. "hey calm down, sweetheart" "how am i supposed to calm down when i'm drowning in tons of work and you think that's easy?!" he sighed upon what you had said. you soon realized and looked down "sorry i didn't mean to lash out" you say. "that's alright. but let's take a break first , hm? it looks like you need it" he said as he wrapped his arms around you again, and this time you let him, his warmth calming you down.

sunghoon

"let go!" you shouted at sunghoon. his arms wrapped tightly around you from your side, while you continued to hit his hand repeatedly causing his hands to grow red. "sunghoon, i said let go!" you say again. "no- not until you calm down- i know what crazy shit you do when you're like this" he said as he heard you break into sobs. "i'm sorry..." he heard you say. sunghoon rubbed small circles on your back in able for you to relax a bit. "i'm sorry... i didn't mean to-" "breathe, y/n, just breathe. you're alright" he said so that you could get your breathing controlled. "that's it, calm down" he said as your breathing slowed, and you had felt more at peace thanks to him.

(more members under the cut!)

sunoo

you were having a hard time studying for your upcoming exam, and sunoo noticed this. you were skipping meals and you didn't want to come out of your room. "y/n-ah, don't you want to take a break?" he asked while slowly coming into your room. "i don't need it" you say, your eyes still on your notebook and textbook. "well you need to. you haven't even eaten dinner" sunoo says. "i don't need to!" you (unexpectedly) raised your voice at him. "i-i'm sorry," you say and faced him. "it's alright... but seriously though, you need to eat and get a little break" sunoo says as he approached you and kissed your forehead. "if you're having a hard time with studying, i could help you too" sunoo suggested. "i'd love that" you say, receiving a small smile from him

jungwon

he noticed you weren't having the best day upon arriving home to see him. "y/n, are you alri-" "yes, i'm alright. can i just be left alone?" you say as you started to enter your room. it didn't sit right with him when he saw you lock yourself in your room- he knew you wanted to be alone, but he knew you were going to let your emotions eat you up. "didn't i tell you i wanted to be alone?" you asked, as you saw jungwon standing in front of your room. "i know but-" "if you knew then stop bothering me! i didn't have the best day, alright?! damn it" you say almost shutting the door but he stops you. "y/n calm down... you're lashing out again, it's alright- breathe..." he said as he approached you and you gently wrapped your arms around him. "sorry" you softly say. "it's alright, let's calm down for a bit" he says softly

ni-ki

"damn it riki, don't you know when to stop with your stupid pranks?!" you asked while having your voice raised. "do you think this is funny?" you asked again. "i'm sorry i just thought-" "you thought what riki? it's funny to piss me off more and more?!" you were really angry at him and couldn't contain it. "i'm sorry, i- please calm down for a second, y/n" he said, trying to calm you down. you took a second to breathe before any foul word could come out of your mouth. "there, that's better... i'm sorry for what i did earlier- i really thought it was a good joke, i guess it wasn't" riki said with his head low. "i'm sorry too, i should've lashed out on you that way" you say as riki smiled a bit at you and wrapped his arms around you. "thanks for calming me down the last second though" you say, "it's alright" he said with a smile.

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astvs-p1ece · 3 years

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P1Harmony scenario:

Movie night!

a/n: Can someone please tell me if I am writting the boy's characters realisticly?

TW: nothing! just pure fluff

Keeho

When Keeho invited you to a horror movies maraton at the dorms, you really were excited. You were excited even when you were chosing which one was first play, but as soon as the movie started you realise how stupid you were. How could you forget you absolutly hated horrors?

You will handle this. Jongseob was the one that chose the movie, so it can't be that scary, right? Such a sweet little kid can't enjoy really scary thinhs.

"I'm an absolute foul" you thought as you were cuddling closer to Kehoo, when the silents on the screen foreshodow something bad happening to the main character. And you weren't wrong atleast with this one. The jump scene made you squeak and all of the eyes turned on your person.

– What? It just suprise me, that's what these scenes are for – you said and took bowl of chips from the table in front of you.

When you returned to your seat, you felt Keeho's hand on your side and one of his fingers was rubbing your back. In corner of your eye, you could see his quick glance at your and you wanted to say something to him, so he woudn't worry or just send him a small smile. But another jump scene caught you off guards and made you jup again.

– Just suprise, huh? – asked Theo.

Theo

Sitting on Theo's bed and watching Disney's movies while eating pizza, was something you could do everyday.

Toy Story was playing on a laptop and Theo was snuggling into your side. You saw this movie so many times as a child and later with your little cousin, you didn't pay much attention to the screen this time. Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier and the delicate small of your boyfriend's hair shampoo wasn't helping with keeping you awake.

When you let them fell down, a sudden sound of opening the door made you open them right away.

– Oh, hi Y/N. I forgot you were comming today. What are you guys watching? – asked Soul when he enterned the room.

– Toy Story, you wanna join? We still have some pizza. – You said while petting the saide of the bed next to your other side.

When he sat down, you realise you weren't the only one that wasn't paying atention to the screen before, because Theo was snoring while now hugging your arm. You didn't fell asleep again, but at least you had Soul as your companion now.

Jiung

– How could you not ever watch Mean Girl?! It's an absolute classic – your shoked expression must be funny, but you were geniutly suprised. Jiung looked for you like a type to watch those kind of movies.

– You have so much to catch on.

You decited on that a week ago, but your mini maraton had to wait a little. You were a high school student in an exam season and sadly hadn't a lot of time just as Jiung due to his comeback.

So when both of you find some time to spend togheter, you knew what you will be doing. All the cookies you baked before were now infront of you and the first movie was ready to play, so you jump on your place on the sofa and send a big smile to Jiung who was tangled in all of the blankets you had in your house.

– Now watch this! – you were so excited you could watch your favoritue movie with your boyfried and you wanted him to catch on every detail you had noticed before.

It would be more pleasnt for him to just watch without pausing every few minures so you could comment in peace, but your face was so shiney and bright and your voice so happy while you were doing so, he actualy prefer to keep it this way.

Intak

It was very akward at first. He was your long time crush, so when he propose to watch a movie togheter, you didn't have to think long about the answer.

Just sitting next to him gave you butterflies and little did you know, Intak was felling exact the same.

The silent didn't last long and you could finally stop keeping your eyes akwardly on the screen, when he said someting about the main character's acting skills and made you laugh. He was right, even for a movie named "The Corn" they were terrible.

It make you felt more relaxed. A little after, you tourn the sound off and began to dubbed voices for the characters yourself. Seeing you being so smily and making faces made Intak feel something weird but also something warm...?

He will wonder about it later, but at that moment he just wanted to made the best voice impression of the old grandpa who looked like a carrot he could.

Soul

Your pink pijamas pants were waiting in the bathroom for you to put them on, but first you had to convince your dear boyfriend to walk you there and wait for you to finish showering, so you woudn't had to go alone thru the empty corridor.

– Please, Shota, you were the one that wanted to watch this stupid movie – you said with your best puppy eyes.

– I don't know... This bed is really warm right now, sp I don't want to go – you knew he was just teasing you, but it made you pout anyways.

– I can cuddle you after we come back if you will be cold – you said while playing with his fingers.

When you finished getting ready for sleep, you opened your bathroom' door and saw that Soul was peting your old cat, while waiting.

When he saw you, he jumped on his feet, tooke the cat in his hands and run to your room while dragging you behind.

– Your corridor is really scary! If not Lady Bug I would probably get murdred by some ghost – he said and his wild open eyes made you laugh. You tooke your cat from him and put her on your bed.

– You heard how good you are?

Jongseob

Next season of the drama you two were watching, came out this week, wich means the weekend full of twenty four episodes, you were dedicated to finish.

You heard again Theo admonishment for you, to be more quiet, becouse he could hear you even tho he had his earphones on. This only made you giggle harder, covering your mouth with hand. You didn't intented on disturbing his sleep, but Jongseob always made you laugh like this. Your boyfriend also were trying to keep quiet.

– Maby we should go to the living room? – you asked wishpering. You didn't wanted to annoy th older boy more.

It was more convinient, but you still had to control volume of your voices. The laptop playing on Jongseob laps, were the only source of light in the room. You side eyed his face and then looked straight onto him

– Hm? – he asked without looking at you.

– Nothing you are just really pretty and funny, you know? – You could see his cheeks and ears started to blush. It makes you giggles and with your hand on his left cheek you peck the right one and lay your head on his arm.

The next were getting episode started.

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