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sick - jj maybank.
the one in which jj is sick and needs you to take care of him. cue your overdramatic boyfriend.
a/n some toothrotting jj fluff, sorry not sorry <3
pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader
warnings: mentions of sickness, throwing up? other than that none.
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perhaps jj's claim of "i have polio bro, i can't walk" to john b that morning wasn't quite as crazy as you'd expected it to be. obviously, polio was far from the reality of his sickness, but that didn't stop you from worrying when he still hadn't emerged from your room over an hour later.
he typically would have slept in the guest room (especially if john b had anything to say about it), but he was just so rough last night that john b caved and let his sick best friend sleep in the comforting embrace of his sister.
"john b, please. look at him," you pleased with your brother as you pointed to the mess that was jj maybank collapsing onto your couch in a dramatic heap, mumbling about how he was convinced that he was dying. "you know luke won't take care of him, and do you really expect anything to happen while he's in this state?"
john b groaned at the gross mental image you so graciously provided him, but he reluctantly nodded his head and helped you move your boyfriend into your bed.
"any funny business while i'm here and i'll kill you before this illness can, maybank."
"fuck off, jb."
you crept into your bedroom quietly, closing the door behind you and sitting down on the edge of your bed. the curtains were drawn, providing a slight relief for jj's pounding head, and you put the glass of water and ibuprofen down on the bedside table in favour of running your fingers through his hair.
his face was pressed against the pillow, his cheek smushed in an adorable manner.
"jj," you spoke softly, not wanting to hurt his head any more as you tried to wake up as gently as possible. "wake up, love."
he groaned at the disturbance of his sleep, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter. "i don't wanna."
"cmon, sweetheart. i have medicine for you."
he groaned a little louder and eventually sat up, leaning back against the headboard as he gave you an adorable pout. his nose had turned a light shade of pink and his eyes were still half closed and a little puffy, glazed over with the remnants of sleep.
"oh baby," you cooed softly, resting a hand on his cheek and frowning at the way he leaned into your touch. "how are you feeling?"
"like i'm on my fuckin' death bed."
you chuckled quietly at his words and he gave you a playfully annoyed look, but your smile dropped when you felt his cheek start to heat up beneath your palm.
you moved your hand away from his face (much to jj's dismay) and pressed the back of it against his forehead. "you're burning up, j."
"i'm dying, y/n," he groaned dramatically, grabbing your arm gently and trying to pull you closer. "kiss me, save me."
"you're not dying, jj," you laughed quietly again and pressed a kiss to his cheek before handing him the water and medicine. "here, take this and drink the whole thing, it should help with your temperature."
the rest of your day was spent cuddling your overdramatic, helpless boyfriend and providing him with plenty of kisses (even if it meant you would get sick too).
"hey, y/n/n?"
"yeah, j?"
"i think i'm gonna throw up."
"great."
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taking the fall - jj maybank.
the one where jj takes the fall for pope's arrest and has to suffer the consequences.
a/n welcome to my first jj fic! more of these to come in the future <3
pairing: jj maybank x reader
warnings: mentions of arrest, abusive parent, violence.
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"it wasn't him!" jj's voice sliced through the tension, silencing everyone around, the cops included. "it was me."
you furrowed your eyebrows as you turned you head towards kie, both of you sporting similar looks of confusion.
"jj-" you started, stepping closer to him from behind. he put a hand up to you, effectively telling you to be quiet as he shot you a quick apologetic look before turning his attention back to the cops.
"he tried to talk me out of it," he continued, walking closer to the handcuffed pope, and thus further away from you. "but i was mad because him and y/n had just been beaten up."
you brought your hand up to your ribs, the bruise from rafe's golf club throbbing suddenly at the reminder of the incident.
"i mean, we're used to it, but i just couldn't let them get away with it this time, shoupe. not when it involved y/n too." he continued facing away from you, but you could just about see the subtle twitch of his left eye as he thought about what the kooks did to you both. "i was so sick of those assholes from figure eight that i lost my shit."
"jj, please-"
"no, y/n," he silenced you, hardly even looking in your direction but giving you another apologetic look anyway. he didn't want you trying to change his mind; he had to do this. for pope. for you.
jj returned his eyes back to pope and gave him a small smile. "i can't let you take the blame for something i did. you've got too much to lose."
you felt kie grab your hand, speaking quietly in your ear as she kept her attention on the situation happening in front of you. "y/n, what's happening?"
"he's going to get arrested," you mumble, more so to yourself than her as you squeezed her hand tightly. "he can't go to jail, kie."
"jj, what are you doing?!" pope asked desperately, taking a step towards him.
"i'm telling the truth. for once in my damn life i'm gonna tell the truth."
"jj, please think about what you're saying-" you whispered as you stepped towards him again, placing your hand on his shoulder only to be interrupted again.
"i took his old man's boat too."
"what the hell-"
"jj, come on-"
"just shut up pope! all of you, shut up," he spoke out, trying his hardest to ignore the sound of your heavy breathing. he turned towards shoupe again and nodded his head slowly. "he's a good kid. you know where i'm from."
you felt yourself start to tear up a little, the gravity of the situation hitting you. jj was going to be arrested. kie wrapped an arm around you and pulled you back a little as you felt a noise rise from your throughly, somewhere between a choke and a soft sob.
jj flinched slightly at the sound and screwed his eyes shut for a moment to regather himself. he was hurting you.
"yeah," shoupe agreed with a sigh.
"this was all me."
you shook your head in disbelief and tightly gripped onto kie's shoulder.
"that's the whole truth?" shoupe asked after a moment of silence, raising his eyebrow towards pope who let out a heavy sigh.
"whole truth, swear to god," jj answered for him, reaching his arm behind him to grab your hand and squeeze it tightly.
"i know what you think, damn it, i'm asking pope," shoupe argued, not taking his eyes off the boy in handcuffs.
pope stayed silent for a moment, torn between answers as he gave jj a pleading look. the other boy kept his eyes on him, giving him a gentle smile that matched the reassuring squeeze of your hand.
he let his eyes fall to the ground as he nodded his head slowly. "yeah, that about covers it."
you shook your head a little harder, bottom lip trembling as jj dropped your hand and presented his wrists to shoupe, letting him handcuff him and get him into the car.
you felt your whole body shake as you lurched forward, fighting against pope as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you back. "no! jj, please!"
jj bit down hard on his bottom lip to ignore your cries, refusing to make eye contact to try and make things easier. you cried and shouted the whole time shoupe drove away, desperately trying to fight off pope's grip. "pope, let go of me! jj! shoupe, you bastard!"
you let yourself crumble in pope's arms as your outburst stopped, and he tightened his grip around you comfortingly as you broke down into sobs.
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it was the day of the midsummers party, and it had been a few days since you last saw jj. you still hadn't heard from him; was he still in jail? had he been released?
you played with the necklace that he saved up for months to get for you as you stood towards the edge of the party in one of kiara's most beautiful dresses. her family had invited you to join them tonight and kie spent ages getting you ready. she knew you needed a distraction and, as much as she hated the idea of a kook party, you both needed a drink.
you'd only been at the party for about twenty minutes before you heard a familiar voice behind you, snapping you out of your trance.
"you look beautiful."
you turned around immediately, shoving your drink down on the nearest table as you threw yourself at your boyfriend, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you buried your face into his neck. "oh my god."
"woah there y/n/n, pda in front of the kooks?" he joked, laughing dry as he wrapped his arms around your waist. he tried to play it cool, but he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at your embrace, squeezing his eyes shut.
jj felt your body shaking in his hold and any sort of joking manner left him immediately. "hey, y/n i'm okay, it's okay-"
"no it's not okay, jj!" you pulled back from the hug and shook your head quickly, gripping onto his biceps desperately. "not a single thing about this is okay. i'm so sick of this shit."
he let out a soft sigh, dropping his head and nodding as he listened to you. "i know. i know it's not."
you took a moment to breathe as you looked over his bruised features, and you took his face in both hands as dread filled your stomach. "what the hell happened to you? did shoupe do this?"
jj shook his head quickly, leaning into your touch for a moment before bringing his hands up to your wrists and gently pulling your grip away from his face, interlocking his fingers with yours. "no, no it wasn't shoupe. it was... it was my dad, but it's okay. it's only a few scrapes-"
"this is so much more than a few scrapes, jj," you cut him off, feeling that familiar sting of tears in your eyes.
he was quiet for a moment as he offered you a small smile and a shrug, his voice soft when he spoke up again. "it's nothing that hasn't happened before."
you sighed deeply, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead against his. "you don't deserve any of this shit."
"none of us do, y/n/n," jj spoke quietly, wrapping his arms back around you again. "but we'll be okay. we always are."
you hesitated at his words, warning bells going off in your head at the not-so-distant danger that the gold was bringing, but you nodded your head anyway.
"yeah. yeah, we are," you took a deep breath, trying to convince yourself as you agreed with him. "we'll be okay."
"mandatory meeting. round up the pogues?"
"you got it, maybank."
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cold as ice - the scene in which bradley falls through the ice.
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like i do - nolan and gabe try to get liam to shift.
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real pretty - ponyboy is pretty. that’s it.
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real pretty
a/n: hey guys, i’m working on a couple of requests right now so here’s some ponyboy fluff while you wait!
warnings: none
paring: ponyboy curtis x reader
word count: 0.8k
you were supposed to be doing your essay, but how could you focus when he sat there like that?
ponyboy curtis.
he sat in front of you against the headboard of his bed, nose buried in ‘gone with the wind’ and only looking up if you asked him for help.
the sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow throughout his room and hitting his face perfectly. his hair shone with remnants of the blonde johnny had dyed it with, little pieces falling in various places across his forehead.
pony was so focused; his bottom lip pouted slightly and eyebrows furrowed together in utter concentration and interest for the book in his hands.
the sound of mickey playing on the tv could be heard quietly from the living room, a true sign that the rest of the gang was around somewhere, and you were grateful that pony chose to stay with you.
“you’re real pretty, ponyboy curtis.”
his head snapped up suddenly, meeting your eyes as he swallowed nervously. “w-what?”
you grinned. “you heard me, pone. you’re real pretty. i don’t know how you expect me to focus on this essay when you’re sittin’ there looking all cute.”
the corners of his lips tugged up into a smile and his the colour rose to his cheeks. “shouldn’t i be the one saying that to you?”
“not if i think it’s true,” you responded, crawling over your work towards him and brushing some stray pieces of hair away from his eyes. “you’re pretty.”
his green eyes shone with adoration as he stared at you, his mouth slightly agape. you laughed and leant in to kiss him, which he returned happily before blushing crimson.
“the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen,” you muttered, smiling sweetly and running your hands through his hair.
his eyes averted yours and he looked downwards, licking his lips anxiously, causing your smile to fade.
“hey, ponyboy, what’s wrong?” you asked, tilting his head back up to meet yours with your pointer finger. he shrugged lightly, eyebrows furrowed.
“i just find it hard to believe sometimes s’all,” he uttered quietly, blushing again and cringing from embarrassment.
“what do you mean?” you encouraged, cupping his face with your hands and running your thumbs over his cheekbones. he sighed, looking anywhere but into your eyes. “i don’t know. i just find that hard to believe when i’m around someone like soda all the time. he looks like a movie star, y/n/n. how am i supposed to compete with that?” you opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off. “a-and darry? he’s got these huge muscles and he walks around lookin’ like superman all the time. i just don’t feel the most attractive when i have two superheroes as brothers.”
you sat quietly for a few moments, caressing his cheek and letting his words sink in. to be completely honest, you were gobsmacked.
after a few seconds, you held pony’s head against your chest, and he let out a shaky breath before wrapping his arms around you.
“now you listen here, ponyboy curtis,” you demanded softly, allowing your hand to gently run through his hair while the other held him close. “if anyone looks like a movie star around here, it’s you. you’re perfect, baby, and i’m not gonna sit here and let someone smack talk my boyfriend in front of me.”
he breathed out a laugh at that, but kept his face hidden against your chest to hide his flushed cheeks.
“i promise you, pony, you’re beautiful, okay?”
he remained silent, still not fully convinced. so, you did the one thing you knew would get him to listen.
you drilled your fingers into his sides and he shot back with a yelp, trying to escape from your grasp. he couldn’t move far; you were straddling him, effectively pinning his waist down so he couldn’t get away.
he exploded into a fit of childlike giggles and tried (yet failed) to push your hands away. “y-y/n!”
“i’m not stopping until you admit you’re pretty!”
“what?! y-you’re insane!” he stuttered out through his laughing fit as you continued your merciless torture.
“just say the words and you’re free, ponyboy!”
“fine! i-i’m pretty, okay?!” he giggled, but you weren’t fully convinced.
“hm, say it again.”
“y/n! i-i’m pretty!” he shouted, with much more conviction this time. you grinned as you ceased your attack, lifting off of him as he caught his breath.
“y-you’re evil,” he breathed out, laying back against his pillow as the leftover giggles rose from his throat.
“but you love me,” you smiled, laying beside him and pulling him into you, letting him nuzzle his face into your neck.
“that i do. seriously, y/n, thank you. i love you so much.”
“i love you so much more, pony.”
“what about your essay?”
“my essay can wait. you’re more important.”
for a while, you just lay there, taking in each other’s presence. you ran one of your hands across his shoulders while the other rested against his jaw, and you placed a soft kiss against his forehead. it was silent for a few moments, until…
“can i call you ‘pretty pony’-”
“no!”
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Hey are you writing? Or taking requests at this time
i am! i’m working on some requests right now but feel free to send me any that you have! i do imagines & headcannons :)
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hey everybody, i’m now writing for the karate kid, cobra kai and the outsiders!! send me some requests for any of these characters :)
the karate kid:
daniel larusso
johnny lawrence
cobra kai:
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eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz
robby keene
the outsiders:
all greasers!
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i’ve been rewatching cobra kai recently and i just wanted to share these pictures from when i met jacob and xolo in 2019 :,) i can’t even explain how sweet they are. so kind and down to earth <3 not to mention how funny they are too ugh i’m gonna cry i miss them.
also pls ignore what i was wearing i was 14 ok.
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like i do
a/n welcome to my first liam dunbar fic :)
pairing: liam dunbar x reader
warnings: swearing, season 6 spoilers, the fight scene in 6x14, blood, mentions of death.
word count: 2.2k
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liam dunbar. the school’s ‘monster’.
he looked around the hallway frantically, listening carefully to make sure the rumours spreading through the school weren’t too apparent. he was so focused that he jumped when you placed your had comfortingly on his shoulder.
“just remember what we talked about. they don’t know you like i do,” you whispered against his ear, smiling softly when he turned around to face you with a nervous expression painted across his features.
mason approached the two of you with a relieved sigh. “okay,” he breathed out, facing his best friend with a reassuring nod, “not bad so far. this might be easier than we thought.”
“maybe,” he nodded in reluctant agreement, clearly not convinced. as the three of you began to walk, you looped your fingers through liam’s.
well, that was short lived.
the minute you turned the corner, everyone turned to look at him. glares and dirty looks were thrown towards the boy in between you and mason, and you saw his shoulders slump in defeat in your peripheral vision.
the looks he could handle. not that he was happy about them, because he was far from it. they made him feel like a freak, like a monster. but, they were manageable. it was only when you reached his locker that the whispers started. whispers that he could hear all too well.
liam tensed up beside you, and though you couldn’t hear the voices like he could, you could only assume the nasty words rolling off of their tongues. he turned to the source of voices, facing them with a hurt expression before frantically looking around as the sound of them built up.
“hey,” you spoke softly, snapping him out of his panic, “just block them out. don’t listen to them.”
“they know...” he whispered, voice strained in worry.
“they’re just rumours,” mason reassured, trying to calm down the anxious boy in front of him, “they don’t know anything.”
corey was then by mason’s side in an instant, bearing bad news. “they know everything.”
you shot him a pointed look, squeezing liam’s hand tightly in your own to calm him down before the anxiety began to bubble up again.
“two sophomores on the lacrosse team were there last night,” corey continued, referring to liam’s shift in front of the public the night before.
mason lightly shoved his boyfriend with his elbow as a warning, and scrambled with his words. “yeah, but it was late! it was pitch black out, and there was fog on the road-”
“it was a clear night. full moon, and a well-lit intersection,” corey interrupted, once again ruining the attempts to console him.
liam inhaled a sharp breath. “i have to get out of here.”
“no. if you leave, these rumours never stop. you need to convince them that you’re a regular kid, that you’re not the monster they think you are.” your words were hushed, bringing your other hand up to rub liam’s shoulder in a comforting manner.
“i’m not a regular kid,” he countered, voice shaky and cracking.
“remember what scott said?” mason added, “be clark kent!”
“clark kent turns into a guy with a red and blue outfit and a cape. i turn into a monster with claws and fangs!”
“you’re not a monster,” you replied calmly.
“just get through the day without shifting,” corey suggested, and liam nodded with a deep breath. he lifted an arm to drape it around your shoulders while yours found home around his waist.
“okay. get through the day without shifting. easy enough, right?”
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wrong.
you watched helplessly as liam was thrown through the doorway of your biology classroom and hit the floor with a thud. a group of kids were gathered around, eager to watch a fight break out and potentially see the other side to liam dunbar.
you struggled against the grip of an older boy, huge hands latching onto your upper arms and keeping you from running to your boyfriend. it seemed as though mason was in the same predicament, judging by his protesting shout.
liam’s eyes flashed yellow for a moment, as his heavy breathing briefly sounded like a growl.
“get up,” nolan demanded, “get up!”
he managed to push himself up to a kneeling position before gabe’s foot made harsh contact with his lower back, kicking him straight back to the ground.
“gabe, you sick little bitch! leave him alone!” you shouted through the crowd’s commotion, and the boy on the ground struggled to contain his shift. “your eyes, liam. c’mon, you can do this,” you whispered, voice so hushed you were sure that nobody could hear apart from him.
this seemed to calm him down momentarily before gabe tugged him back to his feet by his shoulders. “what are you trying to hide, liam? your eyes?” he taunted, shoving his back into the chalkboard with a sickening crunch. “open your eyes.”
the room burst out into reactions and a cruel grin painted itself across gabe’s face. when liam slowly let his eyelids rise, you couldn’t help but let the corners of your lips turn up in a proud smile as the normal baby blue colour of his eyes shined through.
the boys, however, were clearly not too happy with this, because nolan immediately reeled his fist back and let it smash straight into liam’s nose.
your face fell as you thrashed around in the student‘s grip, furious grunts leaving your throat.
your boyfriend’s head fell back against the chalkboard with a pained breath, hand lifting up to wipe the crimson liquid from his nose.
“hey! let him go!” mason screamed, struggling against the crowd.
“leave him alone, you sick freaks!” you added.
“are you just going to let us do this to you?!” nolan continued, ignoring your protests as gabe landed another punch to liam’s face, this time hitting both his cheekbone and his nose. he dropped to the ground from the impact with a deep, painful groan.
nolan grabbed the boy by his face and dragged him back up to look at him.
liam’s nose was covered in blood, hair falling messily across his forehead as he screwed his eyes shut.
“you know you can take us. all you have to do is change,” nolan spoke lowly, his grip on liam’s head strong as he shook it with every word. “does your little girlfriend know that you’re a freak? that you’re a monster?”
you felt the rage inside of your chest building every second. “nolan, you bastard! i’m going to kill you-!”
liam choked back a cough, blood rising from his throat and coating his teeth as he opened his mouth to speak his first words while being in their hands. “the sun...” he sputtered out.
“what?” nolan looked taken aback, furrowing his eyebrows at the ‘freak’ in front of him.
“the sun,” liam repeated, peeling his eyes open and staring back at nolan threateningly. “the moon, the truth...”
the mantra seemed to gain him a slight amount of control. “come on, li. you can do this,” you whispered, the sound evident in his ears and his ears only.
“what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“who cares?” gabe responded nonchalantly, shoving nolan out of the way and sending another violent punch to liam’s face.
this sent him flying to the ground, coughing and shaking in both pain and anger. his eyes glowed yellow for a split second before his head hung low and a guttural growl of agony burnt through his throat.
that was the moment you decided, you wanted to break every single bone in both gabe and nolan’s bodies.
“can’t you see how badly you’re hurting him?! he’s in agony! let him go!” you screamed, the student holding you seeming unfazed to the thrashing around.
“you’re fighting it,” nolan stated, ignoring you completely. the pained grunts and groans tearing through liam’s throat left the boys unaffected, and your eyes welled up in fury at the sight of your boyfriend withstanding such a beating. “but you can’t hold back forever!”
at that moment, your biology teacher, ms finch, pushed her way through the crowd, and all eyes turned to her as gabe and nolan halted their movements.
“do something!” mason shouted. she took one look at liam’s quivering form on his knees, covered in his own blood and shaking from the pain, and looked away.
“sometimes it’s best to let them work things out on their own,” she spoke, raising her hands in mock defeat.
liam’s head snapped up to her, eyes filled with disbelief before sending you a pleading glance.
“what is wrong with you?! you’re a teacher! he’s being beaten to a pulp and you’re just going to walk away?!” you screamed at her, gesturing to liam on the ground with a cock of your head.
ms finch looked at you for a split second before making her way out of the classroom. “you bitch!” you shouted after her. she froze in her place for a single moment, and you almost believed she would turn around and stop the fight, but she continued on her way without a second glance.
the moment she left, gabe grabbed liam by the hair, forcing his head upwards. his breathing was shallow, loud and forceful and agonising as gabe sent his knee flying into liam’s chin.
he fell onto his back and coughed loudly, blood spluttering out of his mouth like a fountain as he choked on it, though the boys didn’t stop there. they slammed their feet down against his ribs, taunting him and laughing while doing so, allowing his bones to break under their weight. you let out a broken and angry sob at the sight, watching as gabe grabbed liam by his shirt and pulled his head up.
liam’s face was completely covered in his own blood, tears were staining his eyelashes as he tried his hardest not to fight back.
something clicked within you at that moment. you sent your foot flying back into your holder’s crotch, and as you felt him release you and double over in pain, you bolted into the centre of the fight.
gabe’s fist was reeled back, about to land another punch to your boyfriend’s face before you grabbed his arm, effectively spinning him around. he still sent the punch, but this time, it was at you.
you let his fist connect with your jaw, and felt the impact of another hit as his second punch landed on your nose with a crunch.
“y/n!” liam croaked out, too weak to jump to your rescue.
he clearly didn’t need to, however, because suddenly the coach was there, shoving people out of the way with corey right behind him.
“what the hell is going on?!” he screamed, grabbing gabe and nolan by the shirts and shoving them towards the door. “back off! hey, get to the principles office now!”
your face throbbed in pain as you wiped the blood away from your nose with your sleeve, but you ignored it as you fell to your knees by liam’s form. his body heaved, and his hands gripped onto his (very clearly broken) ribs.
“what the hell is this? get out, all of you! i can’t stand to look at your faces!” the coach boomed, clearing out the crowd.
all that was background noise to you as you combed liam’s hair away from the fresh blood on his face with your fingers. he was still grunting in pain when the coach kneeled by his other side, a look of disbelief and sorrow evident in his eyes, which was a rare look for the man.
mason and corey softly grabbed liam by the arms and hauled him up to a standing position, coughs tearing through his throat.
you followed suit, lightly gripping his shoulders to help him stand. “oh my goodness, liam,” you muttered quietly, placing a hand on the back of his head as he caught his breath.
“i can’t believe you did that...” mason sighed, holding onto his back to steady him.
“clark kent, right?” liam breathed out, forcing a slight nod as a smile ghosted your lips.
“yeah, clark kent,” mason agreed.
liam’s head fell against your shoulder in exhaustion, and your hand laced itself into his hair as you silently cried with him in your arms.
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“feeling any better?” you asked him quietly, sitting down next to him on your bed. he had an ice pack against his cheekbone and he was clutching his ribs protectively. he was mostly healed by now, but his body still hurt like hell. liam nodded.
“yeah. still hurts, though.”
you wrapped an arm around him, carefully avoiding his aching bones, and he let out a deep sigh before letting his head fall against your shoulder.
”i know you think you deserved that, but you didn’t. brett and lori’s murder wasn’t your fault.”
he shrugged, clenching his jaw at the mention of their death and shutting his eyes when you let your hand run through his hair comfortingly. a few moments of comfortable silence passed by before he spoke up again.
“you didn’t have to do that, you know. get punched for me,” he said softly.
you chuckled at that, causing him to look at you quizzically.
“you literally got beaten to a pulp and you’re worried about the two punches i got to the face?”
liam breathed out a slight laugh. “obviously. you can’t heal like i can.”
continuing playing with his hair, you grinned at him. “i’d take a punch to the face for you any day.”
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Hey~ okay so this request is based on a story I read about online. But basically the female is on her period (but she doesn’t realize yet ) and it seeps through her pants so she has a blood stain now. Could I request Bakugou or Todoroki seeing the stain and trying to be lowkey about helping her cover up so she isn’t embarrassed? Idk if that makes sense. Also I wanted to ask what fandoms/characters you write for. Idk if it’s annoying always writing about Bakugou, but he’s my comfort character so 😭 sorry.
Covering - Bakugo x (fem)reader
prompt: Bakugo sees that you had started your period and helps you out
genre: fluff
-actual plot of the request starts at ‘keep reading’ button-
“Come on! I promise it will be fun,” Mina begged you as she flopped onto your bed, sprawled out, “it’s only for the weekend anyways.” She had been trying to convince you to spend the weekend with her and a couple of other friends at Momo’s beach house which wasn’t far away from where you lived, but the thought of being trapped with people for more than a day irritated you just thinking about it. Mina just kept pleading for you to go.
“If I come, you have to...” you stated as you looked thought of a compromise that would benefit both you the most, “...do my homework for a week!” Mina’s mouth dropped open as she looked at you in disbelief. She hung her head down and muttered a small,
“Fine.”
Friday afternoon came around and when you arrived at the beach house with Mina and Momo you finally saw who you would be spending the weekend with, Deku, Todoroki and Bakugo. 3 boys, 3 girls. You all headed inside and set your luggage down near the entrance, admiring how spacious and clean the house was, like no one had ever stepped foot in it. “Woah...” you whispered in amazement when you had seen that Momo’s description of the house was nowhere near accurate, claiming it was “just a regular beach house.”
“This place is huge!” Mina exclaimed and threw herself on the enormous leather sofa placed in the middle of the living room, which was the centre of the beach house. “Honestly Momo, you really downplayed how big this place is.” After exploring the large, almost sparkling clean house, everyone discussed sleeping arrangements. despite it being a huge house, the only thing it lacked was a decent amount of bedrooms; there were 2, but fortunately they were quite big, so everyone had decided that the girls would room together and the boys would do the same.
The sky grew darker before anyone realised how late it had gotten so everyone headed to their designated sleeping rooms. Since the rooms were quite large, there were conveniently three beds in different areas of the room, the middle being empty. “Dibs!” Mina shouted and catapulted herself onto the bed directly opposite the door, even though the were all basically the same size (hers was a little bigger but that’s besides the point). All three of you prepared yourselves for bed as you slid into the cool covers, having light conversation until Momo asked you a question about him.
“I noticed Bakugo looking at you a lot today,” she teased as her and Mina both giggled, “I think he has a crush on you!” You felt heat rise up to your cheeks when you started thinking about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him so you pulled the covers up to your face and protested against Momo’s idea.
You woke up to Mina and Momo jumping on your bed which made you want to dropkick them but you restrained yourself, putting your pillow over your head. “Fine, I’ll get up,” you complained and threw your pillow at Mina who was jumping with such vigour that you might think she was trying to create a dent in the bed frame.
“Let’s wake the boys up,” Mina suggested with a smirk and whispered something to Momo, both giggling and making you feel confused. “Okay so I’ll wake up Deku, you wake up Bakugo and Momo will wake up Todoroki. We’ll just jump on their beds until they get up.” The evil scheme was soon in motion.
You approached the door of their room and carefully twisted the handle, making sure to not create any disturbances. You pushed the door open and looked at all the boys sleeping peacefully. It wasn’t going to be peaceful for much longer.You each took your places and on the count of three flew onto the beds.
“Wake up!” you shouted and jumped onto Bakugo’s bed, bouncing up and down as though it was a trampoline.
“Shut up,” he mumbled tiredly and grabbed onto your ankle, making you stumble and fall onto him in a bit of an interesting position, staring at each other awkwardly. You looked down to realise that you were straddling Bakugo and that he also wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath his pyjama bottoms. His eyes widened and told you to move, but flinched slightly when you finally did, pulling the covers over his lower half. He put his head in his hands and shouted at all of you to ‘get the fuck out.’ You hurried out of the room in embarrassment, Mina and Momo following you as you cursed to yourself.
“What just happened?” Mina asked you worriedly as she closed the door behind her. You told her about the ‘situation’ which was currently being taken care of by Bakugo in the bathroom. “I think he’ll be fine in a bit, don’t worry about it,” she advised you and hugged you lightly and suggested that we all go to the beach, your stomach had been hurting, but you ignored it and agreed.
Later on, after having swam in the salty water and played volleyball with everyone, Mina’s words had proved to be true, Bakugo wasn’t angry, he actually looked like he was having fun, especially when Deku tripped and got a face full of sand. You were all hungry at this point and decided you would go to a restaurant near the beach house, it wasn’t anything fancy so you just decided to wear light blue denim overalls accompanied by a black belt with a white short sleeved crop top.
You ignored the aching in your lower stomach since you thought it was probably just because you were hungry and tied up your hair into a ponytail. “You ready?” Momo asked as she picked up her phone and purse.
“Yea.”
The dinner actually turned out to be really enjoyable with everyone there, you honestly thought it was going to be chaotic but you managed to have fun. When the sky started turning a dark orange colour and you realised it was getting late, and you all were tired from the day’s activities.
“Alright let’s go back,” everyone agreed and made their way out of the restaurant. As you were walking you saw Bakugo drop his phone and went to get it after realising it wasn’t in his pocket anymore, falling behind the group slightly as you all walked by knowing he’d catch up anyways.
“Hey, um...” he walked up besides you holding out his zip up hoodie, “wrap it around your waist, there’s kind of a problem,” he whispered to you and you suddenly realised why your stomach had been hurting the whole day. Shit. You endured the pain as the cramps kicked in conveniently when you were close the the beach house, not wanting to get any weird looks from strangers. “You okay?” Bakugo asked, acting as though he didn’t really care, you nodded and smiled feebly keeping yourself from crouching down into a little ball.
Once you all arrived home the first thing you did was run towards the shower because you just wanted to clean up and have a shower quickly to relax your muscles after having been in pain for so long. As soon as the hot water hit your shoulders it felt as though the stress melted out of them and you stood there for a minute, enjoying the sauna-like atmosphere the nearly boiling hot shower was creating. It really did help your stomach cramps.
Grabbing the vanilla scented body wash, you remembered that Bakugo had seen the period stain but luckily didn’t make it obvious to everyone and he was actually subtle about it. You pushed your hair out of your face and sighed, feeling the embarrassment wash away as you realised it shouldn’t be something to be ashamed of. Steamed followed you when you stepped out of the shower and you noticed Bakugo’s hoodie hanging on the door, deciding you should probably give it back.
You walked into the living room to see he was the only one there, sitting on the plain leather couch, staring at whatever was on the huge tv. “Hey,” you greeted him and sat down besides him, handing him his hoodie, “thanks for helping me out, here, it’s clean.” He took the hoodie and placed it on the arm of the sofa, getting up to retrieve something since he told you to wait there. You did as you were told and waited patiently until he came back with a handful of snacks and a hot water bottle, accompanied by a cup of chamomile tea ‘to relax you’. “Um, what is this for?” You asked him, confused as to why he was being so nice.
“You’re on your period right? So I thought it would help if I brought some snacks. The tea might help with the cramps, that’s what my mom told me to do when a girl is on her period,” he said nervously and laid the snacks down next to you, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled at him and took the tea, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you and happily took the hot water bottle, shoving it under your shirt to soothe your stomach. You noticed him still looking at you and you smiled.
“Could you stay here?” He looked surprised for a second and grabbed a soft throw blanket to cover the two of you, putting on a movie to watch as you opened a bag of gummy bears and got closer to him, not noticing the blush you had caused to spread across his cheeks.
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