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mournings-stars · 2 months

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could i have anything with a married vox x reader pleasee? i'm so obsessed with this television it isn't even funny 😭

okay im FINALLY publishing this — in my defense i wrote like five vox x wife!readers after getting this and couldn't decide which to publish to this ask but now yall are getting over protective husband vox cus i love him and now i wanna make an actual fic also i originally read this request as wife!reader so i made reader fem but I'm just now realizing it's married i hope that's okay!!

warning: vox is a little crazy and reader does not care

No one knew Vox was married — and it wasn’t because he wanted to hide you, or he felt ashamed. He could never feel ashamed; you were basically his pride and joy — It was because he couldn’t stand anyone trying anything with you. Especially because of how much he doted on you. Someone could easily see how much he cared and use it against him — they could hurt you, manipulate you, maybe even force you into a soul-binding deal. He couldn’t risk anything happening to you.

That was why you lived very separate lives… Well, not entirely separate. He couldn’t stand letting you work for someone else (they could take advantage of you, or try to flirt with you), and he couldn’t handle being too far away from him during the day, so you worked at VoxTek. You had a job where you never interacted with your husband, and it left your days feeling exceptionally lonely. Especially because he claimed that he “didn’t want to overwork you,” which meant he stayed at the office much later than you did and you were left at home. Alone for most of the night, usually falling asleep before he got there, and waking without him because he went in earlier than you.

You also had weekends off while he worked a good portion of the day, which let you “go out on the town” of course, but it also left you, again, very lonely. He did email you throughout the day, but that was because no one could see those emails. It was “an outdated form of communication” as he called it, which meant no one looked through them.

Of course, when you did get to see him, you were ecstatic. He went on and on about how much he missed you all week, subtly asking if anyone had bothered you at all. If they did, they very coincidentally disappeared, so you often told him “no” for the sake of your coworkers’ souls.

And of course, after some time, people did start to bother you. They would get promoted, and get the chance to work with your husband directly, while you stayed exactly where you were and didn’t even get a call from him. That led them to teasing, which turned into snide comments and remarks, which became little “accidents” like spilling hot coffee on you or ruining and deleting your work.

One day, after someone dumped piping hot coffee all over you, and a very expensive blouse your husband bought, you had enough and backhanded her.

You were an overlord’s wife, and he gave you everything. Even and especially power. That meant the employee was flung across the room while screens burst and crackled around her, and you were dragged up to Vox’s office.

“What is it now?” Vox asked when your supervisor knocked on his door, ignoring your wincing as you tried to get the scalding hot coffee-stained blouse as far from your skin as possible.

“Another low-class bitch ruining our image,” was the response that made you laugh, knowing this person would be dead as soon as they opened the door.

“Ah…” He sighed, but you knew he was smiling. “Come in.” He was probably going through his weaponry, pulling out just the thing to get rid of the “low-class bitch,” but as soon as the door was opened, you were shoved in front of him, and his weapon went off, you weren’t the one to fall limply to the ground.

The two employees who opened the door quickly dragged the supervisor away and left you alone in the room.

As soon as they were gone, he discarded his weapon and went to you. “What happened to you?” He wiped under your big eyes as he cupped your cheeks, which were dry, but he could tell you were upset and he was doing his best not to go out and get rid of everyone in your department.

“I hit someone,” you said, and he found it adorable. There wasn’t much you could do wrong in his eyes.

Clearly.

“What’d they do to make that happen? I’ll kill them,” was his quick response before he cleared his throat. “I mean, I’ll talk to them about it.” His eyes drifted down to your blouse, his screen blinking and hands twitching on your face before they went to your blouse and began unbuttoning. He didn't say anything else, electricity zapping between his fingers as he fumbled with the buttons until he cursed and ripped the blouse open. The buttons clattered to the floor as he muttered, “I’ll get — get — get you a new one,” screen buffering and electricity zapping over his entire body. “Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so.” You knew not to tell him how much it burned with the way he was reacting already. “Vox—“

“After I take care of you, you're going to point out who did this, and who watched it happen. Understood?” He knew you tried to spare your coworkers from his temper, but he wasn’t going to let that happen this time.

“It’s happened before—“ A loud whir of electricity sounded as Vox’s screen flashed and blue jolts of electricity burst around him. You shrunk back at the overwhelming power, quickly telling him, “I’m fine–”

“You didn’t tell me?” His voice sounded electric, making you swallow as he removed his overcoat to use as a towel to pat your chest dry. He couldn’t even enjoy the sight of you at work, topless, when this was the reason. He watched the way you winced with every touch of his jacket on you, fingers sparking at the redness he could see beneath the coat. His body jolted and the overcoat immediately sparked fire. “Fuck!” He tossed it to the ground, stepping on it to put the fire out.

“You need to relax,” you told him pointedly. “I’m fine. You’re overreacting.”

“You’re underreacting,” he said childishly, taking in a deep breath before going to a closet in the large room and grabbing a spare blouse for you and an overcoat for him. At the sight of the many things he had to give to you and spoil you with in there, he calmed only slightly. “Did you at least hit her hard?” He asked as he handed you the blouse. You hummed, nodding and making a very prideful smile come to his face as you buttoned up the blouse. “Do you like this one?” He asked quickly, his evident mood shift into wanting to please you making you chuckle. “It’s not as expensive as the one that cunt ruined,” you hummed along to satiate his ego, “but I thought you’d make it look good.” Before you could say anything, he continued. “I have some more I got for you; do you want to see those instead?”

“I like this one. You picked it.” His screen buffered as he cleared his throat, a pink glow on his cheeks that he quickly got rid of. When you noticed he began to relax, you took the opportunity of being in his office to your advantage, sweetly asking, “Can we have a moment together before you go down and fire half your company?”

“Anything you want, dear,” he said, much more cheerful than he was moments ago. “Do you want anything to eat? Drink? I’ll call something up.” He went to the desk at the end of the room as you went to the seating area and sat on the sofa. “Where should I order from?”

“Vox, you’re at work. You shouldn’t order anything,” you had to remind him of his own rules he set for himself. “They’ll see me here–”

“Are you wearing your ring?” He asked, speaking over you.

“I’m always wearing my ring.”

He nodded, looking down at his matching golden band. “Let them see.” In the moment you gave him to think, he’d come to the more rational conclusion that he wouldn't harm anyone. Just that he’d terrify them to death by making it known that you were not to be touched ever again. “I’ll make sure everyone knows who they decided to fuck with today.”

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kamotecue · 2 months

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imagine a KCC fic where they are trying to hide their relationship from the media but the fans are catching them doing everything (like walks together, going on holidays Mcfoord type shit) and they’re just debating wether to co form it or tease the fans

secret's out ✮ k. cooney-cross

pairing: kyra cooney-cross x fem!reader

a soft hum escaped your lips as the australian wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer to her as she softly chuckled against your skin. she leaned against you, hiding her head in the crook of your neck as you softly smiled at her actions. it wasn't easy being a long distance couple, you both represented the australian team - you as a striker, and her as a midfielder, completing each other perfectly as you both had a few plays. the midfielder plays in the women's super league, playing for arsenal, the team you had supported since childhood while you play in the french league, alongside ellie carpenter, a national and club teammate of yours.

"i missed you" kyra's voice was softer than usual as you chuckled at her, before placing a lovely kiss on the crown of her head. "missed you too, sugar."

"we have a few more hours before the team dinner, is there anything you'd like to do?" you asked, as the midfielder stepped back to properly look at you, her eyebrows furrowed as you patiently waited to know that she was thinking of things to do. you noticed how she grabbed your hand softly swinging it, as she hummed and that's when you knew she had already decided on something.

"how about the arcade, and then let's settle for ice cream." you raised your eyebrows, ice cream before dinner - wouldn't that ruin the appetite. but you gave her a nod, giving her a small grin as she led you away from the hotel and onto the streets. the arcade was only a walk from the hotel, as you had your camera in hand - clearly taking photos of the day, as the two of you had been soft launching your relationship. the fans have noticed it, and certainly your national teammates have too, but they've always thought that the pair of you two were just best friends.

"ha! you lose." kyra shouted, as you chuckled at the loudness of her voice. subtly glancing to see if anyone had heard, and they did - but they had averted their eyes as you softly shook your head at your lover who snickered at your screen. you were always competitive, the both of you were - but if there was a game that you unfortunately suck at would be the car racing games.

"you always choose this game to break the tie" as you walked forwards, kyra instantly grabbing your right hand - interlocking your fingers together as you walked side by side, leaving the arcade and searching for an ice cream shop. you were scrolling through instagram, taking a peak at the photos you both posted on your individual stories, sooner or later there was bound to be a tiktok edit about it.

"thinking about the hard launch soon, love?" kyra asked, as she peaked at your phone - passing it to her as she hummed, stopping on a photo. it was a picture of your silhouette. "i like this one"

"because it's the one you took right? but yeah, i find it amusing - we're pulling a mcfoord move." you joked, making her laugh - but it's true, the irish and your fellow national teammate have been soft launching their relationship.

the two of you continued to talk about life, simply catching up as there were a few stories you never told her - just like there were stories she didn't tell you. as the two of you walked to the resturant where the team dinner was held, you watched as she went through the photos you took, quickly picking a few as she showed you.

"let's hard launch these." kyra said, as you came to a stop, flipping through the photos. the first one she chose was a mirror picture of you two, you were the one in front as kyra was the one in the back - you both made a heart shape with one hand.

the rest were simply photos that you two were being carefree, dancing when the sun was close to setting, or her sticking her hand out in the air as you rode the bide safely making sure that you both wouldn't fall - it would be collateral.

when she jumped you on the bed, as you had finally said yes to be her girlfriend - it was after camp had ended. your mother wanted to meet kyra, a simple dinner and when that dinner was over - you brought her to your room - the pictures you had hanged was something she loved.

and lastly, her personal favorite - her hand on top of yours. it's something she loved, she wore your ring in the picture, like she always does.

safe to say, as the mini collage hit the internet, you did get teased by the veteran players of the team. charli was the one teasing kyra the most, as you softly enjoyed it.

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y/nl/n: i guess it was never a secret, was it?

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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 2 months

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First of all, very in love with the digital reader fic you put out <3

But since reader expressed not knowing why they were in hell I just couldn't help myself from thinking about this-

Reader: I don't even know why I'm here, the hell did I ever do?

Lucifer: Didn't you crash over half of all the systems on earth when you were alive?

Reader: That was an accident! I was only trying to crash like...ten!

Just a goofy thought that popped into my head- destructive characters that are chaotic on accident my beloved lmao-

Kisses darling <3

-📽

Sweet silly little Lucifer with his ducks. I feel like everyone thinks he's completely aware of everything happening in Hell at all times. Meanwhile, he's just making ducks and missing his daughter and can't remember the last time he ate.

Digital Pet [Vox x Reader, but this is a Lucifer interaction]

What Do You Mean You Don't Know

You'd been surfing through the digital plane like any other day. Vox had his schedule completely full, so you were on your own the pass the time. You hopped between windows that led into various devices all around Hell.

It was hard to tell where you were most of the time, but a part of you was convinced that you could slip into the devices of demons outside the Pride Ring. You'd once seen hellhounds and succubi at a party when you'd peeked into a large screen behind a DJ on stage. The large venue was covered in honeycombs and you saw some sort of lava lamp-looking furry doing shots in the middle of the energized crowd. While the aesthetic was similar enough to what you'd seen in the sinner's little slice of Hell, it felt... different.

It was precious information you decided to hold close to your chest. Maybe you'd tell Vox one day but from everything you'd seen about his power-hungry reputation, you decided it may be best not to play your card too soon. For all you know, it was just an exclusive club with different vibes. It wasn't unheard of for demons from the other rings to come to the clubs in Pride.

You were floating through an endless hall of screens and lights, looking between the different windows into the world you couldn't hope to touch when you saw a face that made you double-take.

"Is that..." You float back and gasp as you get a closer look that confirms your suspicions. "Oh, you motherfucker!"

Lucifer let out a startled yelp, dropping the duck he'd been painting as he fell out of his chair. He'd just been minding his own business, listening to some light jazz while he made duckie replicas of his daughter and all her little friends at the hotel when a loud voice suddenly blasted over the music on his laptop.

He frowned as he looked down and saw his white pants splatted with the fresh red paint of Alastor's duck. He was on his ninth attempt at replicating the cocky jerk and had finally been on the verge of getting his stupid grin right when you startled him.

"Oh great," Lucifer grumbled as he pulled himself off of the ground. "It's already bad enough I have a growing pile of ducks dedicated to this prick, now he's ruining my clothes too."

Lucifer leaned over his desk, trying to see what sort of pop-up advertisement or virus had gotten on his system when he suddenly saw you watching him with crossed arms. Your small form glared at him from where you sat atop of his video player.

"A sinner...?" Lucifer blinked slowly before looking at you in awe. He could see your soul and recognized you as a person immediately. "What on Earth are you doing in there?"

"You tell me!" you point at him angrily. "You're the guy in charge of this shit, aren't you? What did I ever do to you?! I didn't do anything to deserve a worse Hell than everyone else."

"How should I know?" Lucifer squawked as he threw up his arms in defense... "I haven't gone outside in... wait, what day is it?"

"How do you not know?" You ask, the two of you amping each other up in your confusion. "You're Lucifer! This is literally your entire thing!"

"Uh, excuse you," Lucifer tsked as he placed a hand on his chest. "I'll have you know I am a man of ducks and dadness. Not keeping track of every soul that drops into Hell. Do you have any idea just how many of you die a day? A lot. Too many. Just. Please get better at staying alive, I beg you."

You deadpan at him before shaking your head with a sigh. "Well, do you at least know how to get me out of the digital plane? I'd like to actually eat food or let my feet touch the ground o-or sleep in a bed!"

"Uhh," Lucifer laughed nervously. "Yeaaaah, no. Nope. Sorry uh, no. Technology isn't something I really know anything about. I'd love to help but uh, yeah... no."

You groan, obviously disappointed in his answer as you flop over to the side and let your frustration win in the moment. You run a hand down your face and look up at the great devil of Hell with a sigh.

"Do you at least have any idea why I'm in Hell and not Heaven?"

Lucifer hummed, squinting at you as he ran a history check on your soul. It took a lot longer to find a reason than he expected, but then he finally landed on it.

"Ah, there it is," he muttered. "Looks like you ate the last slice of birthday cake in the fridge back in your college days."

Your jaw drops, for a couple of reasons. The top reason should have been that such a little thing damned your soul for eternity. However, your priorities were a bit skewed. Which became transparently obvious as you exclaimed, "Excuse me?! It was MY birthday cake!"

"Yeah, but they called dibs," Lucifer shook his head with a sigh. "Heaven takes dibs very seriously. And as you should know by now, I don't make the rules."

The powerful demon grumbled like a child as you recovered from the absolute bullshit that was your afterlife. It wasn't until you'd sat back up that you looked past Lucifer and finally noticed his room.

"Why the fuck are there so many ducks?"

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #i guess??#vox x reader #digital pet

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armpirate · 2 months

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Through the storm | Choi San

Bf experience

pairing: Idol!Choi San x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.6k

Warnings: Fluff, cuddles, Y/n is just going through a hard time

Summary: Lying was difficult for you, but it was ten times harder when it came to San, because he knew when something was wrong just by hearing your voice. And that day was no exception

Aprox. time of reading: 11 minutes

MASTERLIST

Your hand trembled as you tried to hold the phone to take a quick look at the screen, your heart beating was getting faster by the second, and the knot in your throat gave you a hard time to speak, and all of that was triggered by one simple question that usually just made you smile and roll your eyes.

"Are you okay?" he had asked, aware of the way your voice sounded off and weak as he spoke about his day.

Usually, you'd have answered with what bothered you. Your relationship was a safe place that allowed you to be just like that, opening so easily to him that you barely noticed when you started ranting about problems you didn't even think you had. And San was the best at cheering you up, with just one simple word he'd make your mind forget about everything that could've hurt you, to focus solely on him. It was a magical effect, and you were sure it wasn't because of what he said, but how he genuinely worried to make you feel good, doing everything on his hand to wash the pain away. And it always worked, every single time. You saw the next day with different eyes, remembering his comforting words and his loving look.

But not that day.

You couldn't ruin the performance they'd have that night because you had a bad day at work. You knew San well enough to know he would take less than ten minutes to show up at your door if something was wrong with you, even if you told him it wasn't anything serious.

Probably it was by how hard you tried to control your voice from shaking, but the pressure on your chest just got heavier with every second you spent on the phone with him.

"Just a bad day at work" a sob was threatening to escape your lips before you pressed them together, moving your gaze up to the ceiling. "Although... when is it a good one?" you tried to joke, hiding the fact that it indeed was an awful day at work and couldn't compare to any other you had before. "I'll tell you later, alright?".

"Alright" he nodded.

"Good luck. I love you" the first tear rolled down your cheek, forcing you to move the phone away from your mouth in case you weren't able to control a silent sob from escaping.

"I love you, too".

And you hung up.

Usually you two started that cheesy game of who'd hang up first, staying in silence until the other spoke, wondering why the other didn't hang up. But that day you did hang up, without saying any other word, without trying to make him stay longer with you.

You just ended the call.

"What's up?" Jongho showed up, looking confused at San by the way he stared at the phone with his eyebrows furrowed.

"She hung up" San whispered.

"I mean... that's what people do when the conversation is over" but it wasn't the best time to make jokes about it.

San knew you well enough to be certain that something was happening to you. You were awful at lying, but you were even worse at acting. Your body just wasn't made to go through something you didn't like, or pretend to show completely the opposite of what you felt. And he'd know every single time you tried to.

"What's wrong?" Hongjoong showed up behind them.

"San has just found out how phone calls work" Jongho kept teasing him, thinking he'd get a reaction from him, as usual, but instead San kept looking at the phone. "Did something happen?" his tone changed as he became aware of how their friends just had his eyes lost on a screen that was black.

"I gotta go".

"Wait-" Jongho tried to process what that could mean coming from him.

"Choi San" Hongjoong warned him.

But before neither of them were able to say or do anything, San was already walking down the corridor that led to the main stage.

He didn't care about the awards, he didn't care about the performance they were going to do in less than five minutes, he was too worried about you to be able to think about anything else that wasn't you.

You were snuggled to your cushion in your couch, staring at the figures that kept moving on your television, but being too busy overthinking every possible situation to care in the slightest about what was on. You only turned the TV on so you wouldn't be alone in the dark, and in an attempt to camouflage your sobs from yourself when you started crying earlier.

Although that was until Ateez was mentioned, your senses managed to focus on that, only for a brief moment.

Until you noticed that something was off.

During the introduction you didn't pay much attention, because you assumed San would show up later, just like the rest popped up with each of their parts. But the chorus started, and seven of them were dancing.

Seven.

You started counting, thinking that maybe you were so stressed by what happened that day to make a mistake on something so simple, but you were right. There were seven of them, and the only one missing was your boyfriend.

You: Babe, why aren't you performing?

You: Did something happen?

But there was no reply from him.

Nothing in the next fifteen minutes.

Your finger was already sliding over the screen to his contact, tapping over his name to call him, only to hear his ringtone, muffled by the walls, somewhere. You rushed to the door first, hoping it wasn't what you suspected it was, hoping your call didn't bring him there, but your doorbell rang over his ringtone, making you walk faster to the door.

His slick back hair had some of its locks falling over his forehead, draining some drops of water over his nose and cheeks, that still didn't get to mess with his stage makeup. His black hanbok was drenched in water, and his black boots were surrounded by the small puddles that formed with the water that kept dropping from his clothes. His breath was shaky, causing his chest to move up and down a bit faster than usual, and something that hinted you how he probably ran to your place, when it was deluging outside.

"What are you doing here? Step inside" you motioned him, wrapping his forearm with your two hands to pull him through the door frame.

He was there because he was able to recognize when things were wrong by just one word from you, although he was hoping on his way there he was wrong. But as soon as you opened the door, and San got a first look at you, he regretted being right. Your eyes were puffy and red, and your cheeks had that pinkish tone that it got after you cried. "I wanted to make sure you were okay".

"Babe, for fuck's sake, you had to be in those awards not here" blame was already finding a place in your head, thinking of the big deal that it was for San to miss something as big as that to be waiting by your footstep because you weren't able to pretend everything was okay a little bit better.

"Y/n, I don't care about that. I care about you" you stopped that defensive pose when he called you by your name, finally aware of how serious the situation was for him.

As soon as you two started dating, your names were replaced by cute pet names that only made you feel closer to each other, and left you two to use your real names whenever the topic to discuss was something serious. And there San was, using your name to remind you he skipped a performance he had been rehearing for weeks, only for you.

"You sounded off on the phone. Babe, what's wrong?".

You wished you were stronger, you wished situations didn't get through you so easily. But you also wished those three last words didn't work as magic words to get it all out from you.

As soon as your eyes connected it was over, and that knot in your throat was back in the same place. Your chin started to tremble as you tried to hold back from crying, pressing your lips together for a few seconds before they were curving down, almost in sync with some of the tears that would start rolling down your cheeks.

"Hey" San stepped forwards, taking you in his arms as if that could make you feel better actually.

And it did.

That knot untied, and with it the first whimper came out. Your head was hidden on his wet chest, feeling the satin fabric against your cheek as you felt your whole body relaxing in his embrace. Your arms were folded uncomfortably between you two, by the way he pulled you in for a hug by holding your neck, but that was the last thing you cared about.

Your boyfriend rested his cheek against the top of your head, with his left hand hid under your head, caressing softly your nape, while the other moved up and down your spine, feeling your body vibrate with your sobs.

"Shh, I'm here" he whispered, hating to see you like that, but at the same time thankful to have been able to be there for you. "It's going to be alright".

San didn't care how long it took you to calm down, he'd stay there, he'd look after you until you felt better to talk. While you got there, he'd do what he did best, which was giving you his support silently, expressing it through actions until you were ready to do it through words.

Your chin was resting on your knees, as you hugged your legs, while waiting on the couch for your boyfriend. San had gone to get changed after you had assured him you were a bit better.

Thankfully you gave him the idea to leave some comfortable clothes in your place, for the times he slept there. It wasn't as cold, but it for sure wasn't the best idea to stay for more time with his wet clothes on. The last thing you needed was having San getting a cold.

He pressed his lips together, curving them up in a funny smile as he walked to you, already dressed with an oversize gray t-shirt and black baggy pants. His hairstyle was completely different, having his forehead covered by his wet bangs.

"How did you get here? You were soaked".

"I got a taxi, but he took the wrong turn and ended up in the street parallel to this one" he walked to you. "I wanted to be here as soon as possible, so I got off and ran here from that street".

As he stared back at you, and after hearing everything he did that night only because your voice sounded off over the phone, you confirmed for yourself how bad in love you were for that man, and how madly in love he also was with you.

"Are you a bit better?" he tried to know, sitting next to you.

You weakly moved your head, nodding without moving your chin away from yourself.

"You shouldn't have come" you insisted. "I could've waited until later".

"You were feeling bad. The least I could do was be here for you" he replied. "I'm not going to let you feel hurt if I can do something about it".

"The awards were important".

"You're more important" San replied almost instantly. "And it's not like you're in a position to judge what I did today".

It wasn't like both of your situations could compare either. You decided to miss a regular day of work because he was sick, barely able to leave the bed, and you wanted to look after him even if the members were also there for him. What he missed that day for you could have a big impact in his career, and you weren't sure you'd forgive yourself if that were the case.

San knew by your puckered lips and your slightly frowned eyebrows that you had no answer for that. Or that, at least, you wouldn't use it to snap back at him.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" he asked softly, trying to make every trace of pressure or impatience disappear, because he wanted you to feel comfortable enough to speak up.

Your tongue moved through your lips, watering them before you breathed in deeply. Where should you start?

Honestly, your work had been a burden for the past few weeks, but it wasn't anything so big that you wouldn't be able to sweep it off under the carpet. Usually, you never took home whatever issues that took place there, you never allowed the negativity from your workplace invade your safe place and your peace. You knew well where to draw the line so that wouldn't happen.

But that day, everything that you had been brushing off blew. You didn't even know you were saving so much deep inside you, until one last grain was added in the morning.

You didn't care about the silent treatment some of your colleagues gave you, because you kept convincing yourself that you went to the office to work, not to make friends. You also didn't care that much about being underappreciated, and seeing the team getting the merit for the work you had done. And you didn't care about someone else taking over your leadership in one of the tasks.

But you did care.

That day you realized how much you cared and how much it hurt.

"You're better than all of them" San started talking. "They're dumb as fuck if they don't appreciate you".

But San knew you didn't need words at that moment, because those wouldn't change a thing. You needed to feel at ease from your own thoughts and your own feelings, and he knew exactly how to make that.

His hands moved you gently, at the same time he also dragged his body over the couch. When he was close enough to you, he carefully lifted your body not to hurt you, placing you over his lap and letting your head rest on his shoulder. His embrace always made you feel safe, sure that nothing wrong could happen as long as you stayed there.

"I need to get the promotion" you whispered with a thin line of voice, finding the courage to finally say what was worrying you the most about that situation. "I don't want to think about what could happen if I don't".

You knew what could happen, you were just too scared to say it out loud.

Most of the people that were transferred to Korea from your home country were either displaced to other countries or sent back home.

They didn't need so many people doing the work that you did, the only way to secure that place was by being promoted and getting a higher range. You knew that. But it gave you whiplash to realize how many opportunities you had let run over you, while being eclipsed by the team, by not caring when others took the merit of what you did. It didn't bother you until it put you at the edge of a cliff.

"You'll get that promotion, babe" he assured you in a whisper. "You deserve it more than anyone else, and we'll celebrate it together when you get it".

The way San's lips moved over your forehead, and how his breath felt like a caress on your skin, had you cuddling onto him, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face on his neck.

Moments like that only made you treasure your relationship even more.

#armpirate #choi san fluff #choisanfluff #ff #one shot #reader insert #san #choi san #ateez #choisanxreader #sanxreader #ateez smut #sanxreader scenarios #ateez scenarios #choi san scenarios #soft #idol!au #idol!san

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Fresh SVSSS Fic Recs

Lotus Seeds by Anonymous

Upon transmigrating into the body of a xianxia antagonist destined to die after being gruesomely tortured, Shen Yuan decides he won't give in to the demands of the System to meekly accept his fate. Instead, he runs away. (WIP)

High Mountain, How I Long by Minimalistless

Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

Tarnished Gold by Prim_the_Amazing

Becoming emperor of the cultivation world will start with a first step as small and basic as becoming Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace. For that, he must steal the position away from the current Head Disciple. Luo Binghe will sabotage, upstage, and completely and utterly best him.

The road to destroying everything and everyone who has ever wronged him, to becoming the highest ruler so that no one will ever have the right to control him ever again - it will start as simply as ruining Gongyi Xiao’s life.

Compared to everything else he’s already done, this should be easy.

Luo Binghe brings all his skills of cunning and brutality to bear on Gongyi Xiao, Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace Sect. It… doesn’t go too well for him.

prophets on hold by nex_et_nox

Luo Binghe led the charge in the trial against Shen Qingqiu in < Proud Immortal Demon Way >. By all rights, the concept of a trial shouldn’t even be a glimmer in anyone’s eye until Shen Qingqiu’s blackened lotus has crawled his way out of the hell Shen Qingqiu tossed him in.

So why is Shen Qingqiu wrapped in immortal binding cables and locked away in the Huan Hua Water Prison?!

[or: Luo Binghe is precisely one (1) year late getting out of the Abyss. This does not put a halt on anyone else's plans.]

Starstruck by Camorra

His phone buzzes again and Shen Yuan scoops it up irritably. It’s another message from DemonHeart. DemonHeart: you seem to be a Luo Binghe fan DemonHeart: we can get you access to him Shen Yuan scowls. PeerlessCucumber: do I look like I was born yesterday? The response is instantaneous. A picture pops up on screen. Shen Yuan vaguely recognizes the woman that plays the drums, still in full stage makeup. Next to her, arm slung around her waist, is a face Shen Yuan would know anywhere. Luo Binghe, giving a wry smile to the camera. DemonHeart: he’s a fan, you know PeerlessCucumber: where exactly would we be meeting

Immortal Lamb Crusader Way by Mikkeneko Shen Yuan finds himself transmigrated into the last video game he played before his death -- the dungeon-delving, cult-building anthro hit game of the year, Immortal Lamb Crusader Way. Much to his dismay he finds himself in the role of the BBEG, the God of Death, He Who Waits -- Shen Qingqiu! Is there any way he can guide the protagonist, Luo Binghe, to level-up and victory without falling victim himself to the Lamb Crusader's blade? And why does he want to pet the Lamb's fleecy head so badly? He's not a furry, okay! He's not!

The Scum Villain's Second Save File by the-night-gods-moon (HelloMyNameIsAlias)

Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua's shroom scheme falls through in a big way, and Shen Yuan is forced to re-transmigrate into another world that revolves around half-demons and messy, convoluted romances. Good thing he's an expert!

Can't we just skip to the end? by chaoticgoodlawyer When it was all said and done, Shen Qingqiu comforted himself that the end of the plot meant that, surely, all major events were out of the way. They were firmly in HEA territory and he could relax a little. Right? Right. A year and a half into his marriage to the protagonist, he cursed himself for a fool when he woke next to a Luo Binghe from ten years in the past. Meanwhile, a recently transmigrated Shen Yuan struggled to retain what little face he had when confronted with an overgrown, disturbingly gorgeous demon lord claiming to be his husband. Which is impossible, because he’s straight, the most hetero heterosexual to exist. System? A little help here?? Series

Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pamShang Qinghua, also known as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, stared flatly at what had once been a field boasting near sect-level Feng Shui alignment, and the drowned, bloated remains of the Sun and Moon Dew Flower cuttings that had sprouted within it. Their plan was now quite literally a wash. If only he could consult Cucumber Bro on how to save Cucumber Bro! But in the absence of Cucumber Bro, he could but rely on the one plot coupon the infamous Peerless Cucumber had ever applauded.

Tongfang by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Shen Yuan is reincarnated as a cannon fodder character and eventual murder victim in one of the whodunnit arcs in Proud Immortal Demon Way. Things escalate quickly. Or: that one where young Luo Binghe’s career goal is ‘Bride’. --- Shen Yuan shut his eyes as a young man waiting to die in a hospital and opened them again as a wrinkly infant covered in substances best left unimagined. [Welcome to the System! The System is based on the concept ‘YOU CAN YOU UP. NO CAN NO BB.’ We hope to provide you with a rewarding experience. It is our sincere hope that during the course of your adventure, you can achieve your desire to transform a ‘Stupid Novel’ into a high-end and impressive classic. We pray for your happiness,] a mechanical and inflectionless voice announced over the general hubbub of the group of women handling him. Then it added, somewhat more worryingly, [Error.]

In Service by x_los

Emperor Luo Binghe goes looking for a Shen Yuan of his own. The one he finds has yet to fully ripen, but Luo Binghe is used to turning adversity into advantage.

#svsss fic recs #bingqiu #unorganized as always #check the tags before reading people

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sulieykte · 11 months

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𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 ೃ⁀➷ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Pairing: Adult!Neteyam (19) x Fem!Omatikaya Reader (21) Warnings: explicit smut, pet names, praise kink, the tiniest hint of degradation, softdom!Neteyam, oral sex (m receiving) Word Count: 1.4k a/n: The final part to this little series is here, dedicated to the wonderful 📸 anon who kicked off this whole thing with their request. This is only lightly proofread, so if you see any errors, then no you didn't because I'll be back in the morning to read through again. Na'vi word bank: sevin - pretty, tewng - loincloth, syulang - flower, karyu - teacher Click to be added to my taglist. Requests are open

You finally get a chance to photograph Neteyam, but you can't help but push your luck.

Neteyam had quickly discovered how effective an incentive his promise had been.

To the amazement of both your fathers, under Neteyam’s tutelage you had passed your iknimaya on your first try, ready in a matter of weeks. But it was no surprise to your teacher, who had seen the fire in your eyes, the determination to get what you wanted.

The celebration held by your father had barely come to an end before you found him, fingers intertwining with his as you led him to your new mount. He hadn’t questioned you as he climbed onto your ikran behind you, knowing your patience had been waning with each training session that he insisted you left your camera behind. Each time that his hands roamed your body but you were not yet allowed to touch his.

He couldn’t help but think that you were now seeking revenge.

His cock was achingly hard at the sight of you crouched down, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you tried to get the angle of your shot just right. As you had been for the better part of an hour, directing him into position after position until he found himself with his back resting against a thick root of the tree of souls, legs splayed wide in front of him, his leaking erection exposed to the cool air.

“Sevin please.” He whines, hips bucking into nothing as if it would give him any relief. He would wrap his hand around his length, but his last attempt to do so had you scolding him for ‘ruining your shot’ and Neteyam who prided himself in excelling at everything, wanted to be nothing less than a perfect subject.

Yet when he sees the twitch at the corner of your lips, he knows he’s being played. You try to hide your amusement from behind the camera, but he knows that if he could see your eyes they’d be sparkling with mischief.

“Sevin.” His voice rumbles from his chest as he tilts his head, trying to catch your eyes from behind the screen. Your ears fold back and you drop the camera from your face, a look of faux innocence gracing your features as you raise your brow.

“Yes, Neteyam?”

“Come here.”

“But-“ The look on his face ends any argument you have prepared.

You fumble with the camera, trying to find somewhere you could set it that would allow you to document this moment. With the hunger in which he looked at you, you knew you would want to look back on this.

“Leave it.” His words stop you in your tracks and the way you look at him, eyes wide and sad and the way that your tail halts it erratic wagging, he nearly takes it back. And of course, he will eventually. He will give you what you want, as he always does. “I mean it Sevin, you had your chance. Now don’t make me come over there.”

Your hands tighten around the camera, eyes narrowing as they meet his. His cock twitches and Neteyam hopes that you disobey him, that you give him a reason to punish you. But of course, you don’t. As always you do as asked of you, his sweet thing, and you abandon your prized possession and seat yourself in his lap.

His head falls back as your soaked tewng meets his swollen tip and you roll your hips a suspicious amount of times in the name of getting comfortable, until he regains his composure and fingers grasp at your middle, stilling your movements.

“Not so fast baby girl.” He catches your jaw, his hold firm as he turns your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you meet his ravenous golden eyes, clenching around nothing at the expression that had become all too familiar. “I spend weeks teaching you. Taking my precious time to make sure you can be of some use to this clan. Yet you think you can tease me? Getting off on having me bare for you, on leaving me untouched? Now tell me syulang, do you think that is any way to repay your teacher?”

Your mouth opens to proclaim your innocence as he thrusts his hips, cock brushing against your clit with a bruising force that knocks the air from your lungs and the disobedience from your tongue. “Cat got your tongue, sevin?” He breathes, tugging your jaw forward until his lips meet yours. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming it as his own until both of your chests are left heaving against each other. You lean forward, desperate to feel him, to taste him again but he halts your movement with his unrelenting grip on your face.

You pout, a last resort to appeal to his better nature, a move that had proved effective on many occasions prior. Pairing it with a soft coo of “Neteyam.” and a roll of your hips for added effect.

“Nice try sevin, but did you really think you could tease me like that and get away with it?” He questions, hands running down your body until they’re at your hips lifting you off of him, a smirk playing at his lips as you whine at the distance it creates between his firmness and your wet heat. His cock springs up between you, and your mouth waters at the sight of it, wet with both of your arousals. “No, it seems like karyu still has one last lesson to teach you.”

He settles back into the root, hand clasping your wrist and bringing your hand to his seeping cock. “Now, show me you can be good, and you might still get to come tonight.”

That’s all the encouragement you need to take him in your hand, relishing in the sound he makes as you finally give his length the attention it deserves. His eyes widen as he watches you crawl down his body, slowly pumping his cock as you settle yourself between his thighs. This was not something that had been included in any of your lessons.

You stick your tongue out and lick him from base to tip, swirling your tongue along his slit to taste his arousal. His hand finds its way into your hair wrapping around your braids in a firm but gentle grip. You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you take in as much of him as you can until he hits the back of your throat and you’re forced to take the rest of him in your hand, not wanting to leave an inch untouched.

Neteyam's hands tighten in your hair, a growl rumbling from his chest. He’s close already, his cock so desperate for touch that he’d been ready to spill into you the moment your lips wrapped around his tip. "That's it, sevin. Take it all. You're so good for me." Your cunt clenches, slick dripping down your thighs at his sweet praise.

His hips buck uncontrollably pushing his tip further down your throat and he groans as your throat spasms around him trying to accommodate the added intrusion. He barely gets out an apology as his release finally overtakes him and he spills into your mouth. You swallow every drop eagerly, licking him clean, not letting a drop of his release go to waste.

You rest your head on his thigh, regaining control of your breathing , delighting in the feeling of his hands running softly through your hair as he comes down from his high. A hand reaches down to grasp your own and he pulls you back up into his lap, his cock already hard again as it settles between your soaked folds.

He holds you tight against his chest, his lips pressing to your forehead in adoration. "You're such a good girl for me, sevin." His words send a shiver down your spine, cheeks tinting with pink as he cups them between his hands and presses his lips to yours, tongue pressing into your mouth to catch a taste of himself. He pulls away, but not without leaving another quick peck on your lips.

“Now go and get your camera, sevin. I think it’s time we make a movie.”

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𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.

PAIRING: stiles stilinski x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: teenage dream by katy perry WORD COUNT: 1294

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it wasn't out of the blue for you and stiles to have a sleepover on fridays, actually it was a sort of unspoken rule between the two of you.

it first started when you said that you had never watched star wars before, which led to the both of you sitting on your couch with a big bowl of popcorn in between.

him explaining the little parts you'd get confused about or him just ranting about his favourite scenes. after that it was a back and forth of showing each other your favourite unseen movies.

when finishing said movie the following days you'd receive multiple memes from him about the specific films, it had become a recurring pattern that you'd come to love. it almost felt weird if he didn't.

tonight it was your turn to introduce him to the to all the boys i loved before trilogy since you'd been obsessed with the movies since they first came out.

he was on the fence about watching them since he wasn't a huge fan of romcoms, you somehow convinced him by saying "it's practice for watching them with your future girlfriend!" internally wincing at that.

every friday you felt more anxious before stiles showed, trying to fluff up your pillows and straighten out your blankets. wanting to make everything perfect.

you had a huge crush on stiles, how could you not after spending so much time together, learning all of his little quirks, his likes and his dislikes, the only thing you weren't sure about was the way he felt about you.

it was the one thing you wanted to know the most about him. did he think about you the same ways you thought about him? did he like the way cuddled when you'd watch these movies and shows with him?

you couldn't tell him though, what if he didn't feel the same way you did and it completely ruins the good friendship you have right now?

what would it take for you to finally tell him?

ding dong!

the doorbell ringing a couple times had you jogging down the stairs, opening the door with a warm smile to see hyper stiles.

"i'm so ready to get my movie night on! i had a math test today and let me tell you it sucked," he whines as he dramatically wraps his arms around your waist as he fake cries into your shoulder.

"well if it helps i have enough microwaveable popcorn to keep us going through the apocalypse soo you coming upstairs or what?"

with that said he zips past you up your stairs, falling up them in the process, making you giggle at his eagerness as you follow close behind him.

watching stiles practically swan dive onto your bed and aggressively sniff your pillow has you side eyeing him, "why is your bed so much comfier and smells so much nicer than mine? it's so not fair."

"it's a little thing called fabric softener and if you continuously jump into your bed the way you do mine, then i guess you've got your answer you dufus," you laugh at him burrowing himself deep under your duvet.

"plus i've slept in your bed it's plenty comfy, the key is lots of pillows and fluffy blankets." he hums as you settle yourself beside him before pressing play on the movie.

it was like ten minutes into the film when you could feel him slightly shuffle closer to you, keeping your eyes on the screen pretending it didn't happen. just patiently waiting until he felt comfortable enough to say something.

"can...can we cuddle?" you wordlessly lifted your arm, letting him slip himself under, his head on your chest, the rest of his body lightly pressed to your side.

it was like second nature to you two, whether either one of you had a bad week you'd take turns holding each other. you helped install healthy mannerisms that proved that it was okay for a man to be held because they deserve it too and that it was okay for guys to cry no matter who they're with.

so yes , when he had a rough day he'd often walk up to you and bury his face into your neck, his arms firmly wrapped around you as you cupped the back of his head and rubbed soft circles on his back just letting him know that you were there for him.

with everything he had gone through he deserved all the comfort he could get and if the source was you then so be it.

you would be lying if you said that your heart didn't speed up at the closeness and how his touch on your skin left goosebumps.

trying to be as casual as possible, you raise the hand that was currently wrapped around his shoulders to gently stroke his hair, feeling him physically melt into you calmed your nerves.

feeling your eyelids slowly droop, your hand movements become slower so your palm now laid on the back of his neck, fighting sleep felt so difficult when he was beside you. his presence was so peaceful, comforting even without him saying anything.

the early start of your day hitting even harder now. He won't mind if you rested your eyes for a little bit, right?

stiles noticed the similarities between the two characters to the both of you, but there's no way that you deliberately put this on as a sign? was he reading too deep into it?

when he went to question you about it, lifting his head he was met with you sleeping peacefully. his gaze softened at the sight, gently tucking the piece of hair that fell in front of your face.

"you are so goddamn beautiful and don't even know it, even when you sleep? like can you save some beauty for the rest of us?" he chuckles at his own joke.

"i don't know how long i can keep pretending that i'm not totally in love with you...there really isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you." he whispers and he studies your features.

"it's honestly crazy how i feel your absence in everything that i do when i'm alone, in every place i go without you." he sighs, going to go back to watching the tv.

"you really mean all of that?" you whisper, making him jump back.

"uh- i-i do, but i thought you were asleep?"

"no i was just resting my eyes, but i'm sorta glad that you thought i was for you to finally confess your feelings for me." you smirk at him.

his mouth opens and closes, utterly bewildered at what you just said, "what do you mean finally?"

"You realise that i like you too, right? that i have for the longest time?" stiles eyes now wide, looking even more lost than before.

"you like me? like like me like me?"

sitting up, grasping the back of his neck, "what are you..." pulling him closer, your lips brushing against his. it takes him a second to register the kiss before melting into it. leaning closer to deepen the kiss. his hands brushing over your hips as he laid you down, now hovering over you. your hand running through his hair, tugging at the roots.

you're both now smiling as you share a few more pecks before pulling away. "so you do like me!" he grins, "oh my god. dude yes!"

"ya know if you're gonna be my girlfriend, you're gonna have to calling me dude."

"would you prefer shnookums?"

"that's it!" he pulled away just enough to tickle you.

from that night forth you and stiles had become inseparable, practically connected at the hip. but you wouldn't want it any other way.

i NEED new stiles stilinski fics to read.

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kkurades · 1 year

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hi sweetheart! idk if requests are open rn but if they are could you do head canons of the aib characters finding out their partner is the queen of hearts, or just any of the game masters/face cards. Preferably with female reader. Tysm ♥♥

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ QUEENDOM aib characters finding out that their s/o is the queen of hearts and game master (headcannons!)

note: thank you sm for requesting i absolutely love this idea, i really couldn’t wait to write it ( i apologise if something is incorrect, i haven’t had the chance yet to peacefully watch season two but i really wanted to write this )

hikari kuina —

- when the witch hunt ended she was worried about you because she couldn’t find you anywhere but chishiya assured her by telling her that you probably had already left with arisu and usagi

- chishiya then led her to one of the control rooms where they reunited with arisu and usagi

- kuina immediately asked them whether they knew where you were but when they said they didn’t her worry increased

- but she promised herself she would go find you as soon as she was done with this

- the room full of computers left her slightly speechless and she really didn’t know what to think as chishiya and arisu spoke

- as the four of them discussed who could possibly be the game maker, all the computers lit up

- kuina’s held her breath as the game master spoke but when your face clearly appeared on the screens she couldn’t deny it anymore

- her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as your name slipped out of it

- she couldn’t comprehend how you were the one to create this hell not after all the intimate moments you shared

- chishiya had warned her about you, she should have listened but she couldn’t when you were so sweet and loving

- while chishiya had absolutely no idea that you could possibly be the game master he knew to be wary of you because of your specialty in heart games

- kuina quietly watched you laugh while explaining that there would be more games, her heart clenching at the thought that you perhaps never even loved her

- in that moment she truly wished to see an alien instead of you or anyone else for that matter just not you

- when arisu remembered that you and kuina were dating he questioned her whether you had told her anything that could be useful but her response was quite defensive because she was very upset

- she’ll try to forget about you and remind herself that you have to be beaten so she could go home to her sick mother

- she couldn’t help but miss you

- when she saw the fireworks go off, indicating that arisu and usagi had beaten you she felt her eyes watering as she quietly mourned you despite everything you did

- she realised that there was a small part of you that truly loved her

morizono aguni —

- this man is thinking about you 24/7

- he can’t find you anywhere nor anyone who might know where you are

- akane wasn’t much help when he attempted to describe you she only gave him a weirded out look

- so when he found arisu he was ecstatic

- he sat by the river preparing himself for any answer that arisu might give him

- except for the one where you’re the game master

- his movements stop and he feels like he’s about to throw up

- he doesn’t actually listens to what else arisu is saying

- aguni would feel very betrayed and angry, he’s sure that if you were in front of him he’d kill you

- but with time he slightly calms down but he refuses to talk about you to anyone

- he’d question everything you said and did

- tbh he wouldn’t even be surprised anymore if everything you said were lies

- he does wonder though why you became a game master and he’s slightly disappointed in himself that he never even suspected you

- don’t expect him to forgive you for everything you did, he won’t

- but he knows that he still loves you even though you ruined his life

rizuna ann —

- ann had noticed you leaving during the witch hunt but she didn’t think much of it, assuming that you were looking for a place to hide

- but when the game ended and you weren’t anywhere to be found, her concerns grew

- tatta eventually noticed the frown adorning her face and tried to reassure her by telling her that perhaps you went with kuina and chishiya

- while ann knew that was highly unlikely, she kept repeating it in her head so she wouldn’t just stand there

- a day passed and you still hadn’t returned so ann and tatta decided to drive around the city while the other citizens of the beach immigrated to the center of tokyo

- but her search for you had to wait as a new game started

- ann and tatta noticed arisu, usagi, kuina and chishiya hiding while attempting to run away and quickly stopped to pick them up

- she quietly listened to them discuss about the king of spades but quickly straightened up when usagi asked if you were even human

- ann turned around slightly and pretended to ignore the pitying look that kuina gave her as she asked them what you had to do with it

- the color drained from her face and her eyes were wide as arisu told her that you were the game master

- she quickly turned back into her seat while blinking rapidly to stop the tears from forming

- fortunately the king of spades managed to distract her for a while so she wouldn’t think about you

- ann took it pretty hard but pretended like nothing happened and denied feeling hurt by it

- it was only when she was laying beside kuina, taking her last breaths that she let a tear escape

- the last thing she saw were fireworks, her last thought being how you would be together in another life one where nothing would come in between the two of you

ryohei arisu —

- as soon as he realised that you weren’t beside him he started searching for you

- both he and usagi looked everywhere for you but when they were unable to find you, they went to look for the control room with heavy hearts

- the two were left dumbfounded when they saw the hundreds perhaps thousands of screens with bodies littered all across the room

- shortly after chishiya and kuina arrived at the scene before the screens lit up while a cheerful song played

- his heart stopped the moment he realised it was you on the screen

- his emotions were eating him up and his heart was clenching so heart he thought he was about to collapse

- his hands were shaking and he barely managed to keep himself from falling as he watched you smiling joyfully at him

- he barely comprehended what was happening around him as you announced the new games

- he wondered how you could do something like that to him after everything you went through together, after all the things you said to one another

- but he realised that he couldn’t try to justify your actions nor forgive you because he couldn’t betray karube and chota like that

- so he played the games with a broken heart beyond repair

- when he and usagi entered the last game venue he felt his eyes watering

- there you stood with a wide smile as you welcomed them as the queen of hearts

- as the game went on he realised that you truly had no idea what love was despite him having declared his love to you multiple times and shown you affection

- when you revealed that you made the seven hearts game specifically for him and his dead friends he was ready to shoot you

- but to escape the borderlands he had to win and he can’t win if you’re not alive

- he could feel usagi’s concerned glances as you continued manipulating them, making them question everything they knew

- but at the end when you gracefully died with a smile on your face, one that would haunt him for the rest of his life, he knew that you had grown to love him in your own twisted sick way

shuntaro chishiya —

- chishiya had quickly noticed that you were gone but despite his concern he left to find the control room

- he knew that you could handle being on your own for a few hours so he thoughts he could quickly get over with it before he and kuina would search the city for you

- but as you appeared on the countless amount of screens with open arms and a wide smile he realised that he probably would never see you again

- he couldn’t stop the way his face fell at the realisation that you had manipulated him

- chishiya knew he should have listened to his gut feeling but it was too late now

- he cared too much about you, much more than he normally would

- he felt like cursing you and shoving you off a building but he couldn’t ignore the stinging pain in his heart

- when kuina turned to him with wide concerned eyes he played it off by saying that he should have expected it from someone like you

- and during the whole time that he played games you wouldn’t leave his thoughts

- he wondered whether you made the collar that he was wearing or perhaps you just made the design

- the overthinking wouldn’t stop and he hated himself for ever loving you

- but as he was laying against a car with a bullet in his chest, he replayed all the moments he shared with you

- the final and last blow came when the fireworks went off and he got given an option of staying or leaving

- his heart shattered at the realisation that you were dead

- he looked at the exploding queen of hearts cards and wondered if you ever meant what you said to him, and as much as he hated it he knew that he had meant every word he said to you

suguru niragi —

- tbh he had better things to worry about during the ten hearts game so he only thought about you when everything had calmed down

- he was sitting on the ground while wrapping some bandages around his burned body when he wondered what you were doing

- when he found the king of clubs game he was actually looking for you and was slightly annoyed to see you weren’t there

- but he saw arisu and his friends so he wanted to ask them

- unfortunately he was too slow and the game had already started so he decided to ask after the game

- after kuina and arisu gave him a high-five he questioned them about your whereabouts

- he rolled his eyes as they all nervously glanced at each other before they told him that you were the game master

- he was not expecting that shit

- at first he’d think that they all went crazy but as he thought about it, it did make sense

- he would feel furious at first then he’d calm down

- niragi would wonder who of you was crazier: you, a sadistic liar or him, an abusive, psychotic narcissist

- it didn’t take long for him to conclude that you were ‘definitely crazier’ than him

- even though he found out that you were the game master, niragi would still run around looking for you

- after he shot chishiya and was dying on the floor not too far from the blonde, he would think about you

- now he was a 100% sure that you manipulated him into thinking that he loved you bc he’s sure that he’ll never love someone

- suddenly the large sign of the queen of hearts exploded and his heart dropped as he realised that you died

- fireworks went off indicating that they had won and could leave but tears were falling from his eyes as he kept his gaze steady on the rooftop where you had died

yuzuha usagi —

- usagi was breathing heavily as she watched the beach burn until she thought about the last time she saw you

- it had been in the beginning of the game and you promised her to hide while she went to help arisu

- but as she looked around she realised you weren’t there

- arisu managed to convince her to go to the control room with him after promising to help her looking for you after

- but the after never came when they found out that you were the game master

- usagi felt devastated as she watched you talk on the screens with a smile

- she wondered whether you ever faked the words you said

- but even if you did she wasn’t ready to let go of you yet

- she claimed to hate you and everything you did but her heart already clenched at the mention of your name

- at night she cried into arisu’s shoulder as she wondered where it went wrong

- during the games she managed to distract herself long enough to forget you for a couple of hours but when the adrenaline started to disappear you would haunt her mind endlessly

- when time came to play against the queen of hearts she felt like she could die of heartache alone

- arisu had offered to go alone but usagi refused to let her friend go against you all alone

- but reality really hit her when you stood there with a pretty dress and a charming smile on your face that usually would have swooned her

- for the entire game she had to hold back tears anytime she looked at you

- pain, betrayal and anger took over when you treated her as if you weren’t making people play to survive

- it was only when she looked up at you as she was bleeding in arisu’s arms, that she recognised a part of you by the look in your eyes

- it was the same look you gave her anytime she kissed you after a game with blush coating her cheeks or when you brushed your teeth in the morning while looking at her through the bathroom mirror with upturned lips

- she felt a sob take through her body and she knew the worst had yet to come

- and her prediction was right, you looked at her with a peaceful smile on your face before the laser went right through your head

- as your body fell to the ground, usagi rushed towards your body with trembling hands as she clung onto your body for the last time

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sunshine--void · 9 months

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Listenn, if you'd write Neighbour being comforted by Wally in the time when their best friend had betrayed them in a way that ruins the friendship all together, that would be SO dear to me. People suck and i need the little yellow man rn

Oh I'm so sorry :( I hope this makes you feel at least a bit better!

🏠 Wally cheering you up after a friend betrayed you 🏠

You had just gotten off the phone with a now ex friend

After the conversation the two of you just had it was safe to say that you definitely wouldn't be talking to each other anymore

After a second your brain finally seemed to register everything that just happened, and as you looked down you realized your phone screen was now covered in tears

Before you could get up to calm yourself down one of your neighbors knocked on the door

You Immediately started panicking, you didn't want any of your neighbors to see you like this

"Neighbor are you there?" A familiar voice rang out

"Definitely wally... I suppose he's not the worst person that could have shown up" you thought to yourself So you took a deep breath and wiped the tears off your face

And you slowly walked towards the door and opened it

"Hello neighb-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw your crying face

"Neighbor?" You were immediately embarrassed,

"It's uhm, it's a long story" You replied hoping he would just move past it

But instead he took your hands in his and replied with "well I have plenty of time"

As he led you to your couch he immediately started asking questions

And you replied to all of them, happy to have someone to vent too

The entire time he was rubbing his hand up and down your arm

And wiping away all your tears for you

When your finally done venting he will sit there and continue comforting you

He's small so he'll sit in your lap and let you cuddle him

Afterwards he'll bring you painting with him

Losing a friend sucks but he'll do anything and everything in his power to help you <3

#Wasn't quite sure if you wanted hcs or oneshot #so I just made this lil thing #let me know if you want me to change anything #welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader #writing #reader insert #x reader #comfort

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Star Child Part 2

Everyone loved the first part so much I thought I’d throw up the second one today as a treat.

This part is a little heavy, Steve talks about what happened to the Kings and it’s not pretty, so a warning for content.

Part 1

Eddie managed to shower and change and get down to the bar with barely a minute to spare. His hair is a little damp but there was no getting around that not if he wanted to be on time.

He had changed into more comfortable jeans, and put on a long-sleeved mesh crop top, and a denim vest over that. He pulled on a pair of combat boots to finish off the look.

He fussed with his hair as he scanned the crowd. And then he spotted him. Steve Harrington. Dressed in tight leather pants and a plain white t-shirt and matching sneaks.

Eddie’s brain nearly blue screened again. Fuck. It looked good on him.

He muscled his way through the crowd to stand in front of Steve.

“Hey!” Steve greeted warmly. “You made it!”

He turned and ordered them a couple of bottles of beer.

Eddie shrugged. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

Steve matched his shrug with one of his own. “After how hard you guys rocked tonight, I don’t think I would have been able to do anything but crash. Especially since you guys did practically two sets tonight.”

He handed Eddie a bottle and took the other one for himself.

Eddie smiled. “Nah, we’re good. We often party afterwards.”

“To each their own, man,” Steve shaking his head and then took a sip of his beer.

Eddie laughed. “I think it would ruin people’s image of you if you went out partying after shows. Your main appeal is your hometown, boy next door, have your daughter home by nine kind of guy.”

Steve half shrugged. “Some days it chafes.”

“Is that why you chose to do a metal version of an alt rock song featuring the daughter of the king of pop?” Eddie asked with a wink.

Steve laughed. “Something like that.”

Eddie bit his lip for a moment. “Have you thought about branching out? Becoming more like Timberlake than Styles?”

“Moving outside the genre that catapulted me to stardom you mean?” Steve asked.

“Why not? People have been successful at it before,” Eddie reminded him. “Because, dude, if pop music chafes, stop doing it.”

“Maybe after this last album,” Steve said. “I’m under contract for one more and then maybe I’ll color outside the lines.”

Eddie nodded. Contracts were a bitch. “So you talk with the Kings anymore?” he asked to fill the silence that had stretched between them after that conversation stopper.

Steve barked out a bitter laugh. “Billy died from an overdose about a year after we broke up. Tommy is in jail for beating his wife, Carol right before the Grammy’s last year. And Jonathan is dating my ex, and my agent tells me that there are wedding bells on the horizon. So no. I don’t speak to them anymore.”

“Holy shit!” Eddie said. “What the hell happened?”

“We were underage when we became famous,” Steve murmured. “So our parents took control of everything the first couple of years and pushed us too hard. Jonathan was the only one to survive because his mom made sure his dad couldn’t touch shit and shielded him from the worst the business had to offer.”

“You including yourself in the parents are shit pile?” Eddie asked.

“My parents were the worst because they looked respectable,” Steve said, “But both of them are among the worst people to walk this planet.”

“There’s a story there,” Eddie said, bumping into Steve shoulder, “come on. Spill.”

Steve looked around him and then leaned in so only Eddie could hear. “They tried to have me committed when I didn’t want to do what they wanted.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Seriously, the fuck?”

Steve nodded. “Nearly succeeded, too. If it wasn’t for my best friend intervening and becoming my manager. Robin saved my life.” He sighed heavily and looked down at his beer.

“You know what you need right now?” Eddie asked with a big grin.

“What’s that?” Steve cocked his head to the side.

“To let loose on the dance floor!”

Eddie grabbed his hand and led him out to the middle of floor and began dancing.

Steve laughed and then joined in. Letting his worries slide away with the beat of the music.

Eddie kept going back to the bar for liquid courage to ask this beautiful boy if he would come back to his hotel room with him. But after the fourth shot and third beer, Eddie was too tipsy for anything even to close to sex, much less standing upright.

As Steve found out as he tried to get the front man back to his hotel room. Eddie was all over Steve, giggling and shoving his hair in his mouth.

Steve shook his head, a fond smile on his face. He managed to get them to his room without either of them falling down.

“You’re very pretty,” Eddie giggled.

Steve laughed, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “You, on the other hand, is absolutely gorgeous.”

Eddie blushed deeply.

“Where is your hotel key, dude?” Steve asked.

“Pocket!” Eddie pressed his lips together and batted his eyelashes at him.

“Which one?” Steve asked.

Eddie just leaned forward for a kiss and Steve dodged, patting down the pockets in the vest with no luck, finding only the man’s car keys.

He reached around to feel up Eddie’s back pockets, looking for the wallet and trying very hard not to linger.

Eddie only made the temptation that much harder when he canted his hips into Steve’s, seeking friction.

Steve had to close his eyes and take deep breath. His hands slid to the front of Eddie’s pants and found the wallet in the right pocket, his cell phone in his left.

“Why don’t you have your wallet in your back pocket like a normal person?” Steve asked, chuckling.

“Thiefy heads trying to steal it, so usually on a chain, but going to unknown bar went for front pocket instead.”

Steve smiled at him. “Duly noted.” He opened the wallet, fishing out the key card and opened the door. He half carried the very drunk Eddie to the bed and flopped him face first into the covers.

Steve put his hands on his hips and looked around at the suite. It had it’s own sitting room and a door that led to a large bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi style bathtub. “Damn, Robin is slacking, if this the is kind of room your manager can get for you.”

Eddie rolled over on his back and looked up at Steve with a grin. “And I don’t hafta share!”

“You are a menace, Munson,” Steve murmured. He began unlacing the boots and pulled them off. “Come on, get under the covers, you dork.”

Eddie leaned up and crooked his finger at Steve. Steve leaned forward.

“Not dork, nerd!” he whispered and giggled. But before Steve could straighten up, Eddie grabbed him and pulled him on the bed.

Steve laughed.

Eddie kissed him, but Steve managed to get away.

“Why...” Eddie huffed, pouting.

Steve booped his nose. “Because I have it on very good authority that you won’t remember this in the morning and I want you to remember.”

Eddie grumbled as Steve pulled the blankets over him.

Steve put Eddie’s boots by the door and put the keys, phone, and wallet on the small table next to the sofa.

Eddie mumbled something and Steve went over to the bed to make out what he was saying.

“Who’s authority? Who says I won’t remember. I could, you don’t know.”

Steve brushed Eddie’s hair out his face and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“Mine.”

Steve slipped out the door to a snoring Eddie.

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[ Previous ┃ Next ] part 11

A month has passed since your first date with Simon. In the span of those thirty days, a lot had changed. Although some of these changes were positive, a significant majority were negative.

As time went on, you found yourself spending more and more time with Simon. It reached a point where you barely left each other’s side. At first, you were primarily hanging out at your house. When you didn’t need to get up early to go to work, sometimes even if you did, he would stay over. The two of you would spend the evenings sprawled out on the sofa in the living room, watching cringy TV shows. Curled under a large soft blanket, you would laugh and poke fun at the absurdities unfolding on the screen.

One dull weekend, when both of you had grown tired of ordering takeout, you declared you would cook something from scratch. Simon was supportive and kept commenting about how he was dying to taste your food.

“If you cook as good as you look, I think tonight’s dinner will be amazing,” he said, grinning as he leaned against the open window and smoked.

But as soon as you entered the kitchen, it was as if you were cursed. Everything seemed to go awry. While chopping the vegetables, you knocked the pot full of water onto the floor. The water spilled all across the tiles, and when you moved to clean it up, you slipped in the slick puddle and fell flat on your ass. Simon couldn’t help but chuckle as he helped you stand up and clean up the mess.

After the accident, you became flustered. No matter how hard you tried to shake off the embarrassment, you couldn’t get rid of the annoying feeling. This led you to burn all the food.

“I think it’s all ruined,” Simon mumbled under his breath when he opened one of the lids and a thick black smoke hit his face.

You dropped the wooden spoon you were holding onto the counter. You could see he wanted to poke fun at you, but when he realised, this wasn’t funny to you, he ended up comforting you instead.

Once or thrice, you even managed to convince Simon to go with you to the club. He initially resisted the idea. However, you knew what to say to change his mind, and after a bit of persuasion, he caved in.

Each time you left the club, you were a giggling mess, tripping over your feet and attempting to entice Simon to share his cigarettes. Although, he never gave you one; after one time when you snatched one from his grasp, he stopped smoking around you when you drank.

There was one week, however, when you didn’t see Simon at all. He explained he was needed at work because he had forgotten to handle some papers before going on a break. You were curious to know more, but you knew you had to keep your questions to yourself. He didn’t like talking about the military when he was with you. He told you how he didn’t want to fill your pretty little head with useless information. So, instead of bothering him with your questions, you made him promise to text and call you whenever he could.

The first day without Simon was awful. You never knew you could miss someone so much. It was strange to wake up and know that you wouldn’t see him. You spent the entire morning sulking in bed, refusing to get up. However, you couldn’t do this for the rest of the week. You decided you had to keep yourself busy, so the time would fly by faster, which is why you reached out to Mindy and Liz, whom you hadn’t seen in a while.

First, you texted them, letting them know you had missed them and that you had some news you were really aching to share. Neither Mindy nor Liz knew that you were seeing Simon. However, despite you sending them countless messages, your friends didn’t respond. You thought they were busy and will reply to you, eventually. However, after sending another dozen texts and attempting to call them without any response, you realised they were ignoring you.

What have you done to make them act this way? You had no idea. But it felt awful to know that your friends were avoiding you. Their silence was deafening, and because you wanted to talk with someone about this, your thoughts turned to Simon. He had once assured you that you could rely on him for anything, even if it was something as silly as wanting to rant about your friends. However, just as you were about to call him, you set your phone down. He was busy with work, and you didn’t want to burden him with your stupid troubles, regardless of how significant they seemed to you.

Longing for some form of familiar comfort, you found yourself standing in front of Matt’s house. He had been avoiding everyone for quite some time. However, you noticed Matt’s car parked in the garage, so you knew he was inside.

You spent ten long minutes staring at the front door, nervously fidgeting with your fingers and wrestling with your thoughts. When clarity hit you, you realised you shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t stoop so low. If Matt, just like Mindy and Liz, was determined to ignore you, then you should not degrade yourself by begging for his attention... You left without ringing the doorbell, and without Matt ever knowing you had come to see him: you would not crawl back to him — he made it clear that he didn’t want to see you.

The days leading up to the weekend seemed to drag on, each second ticking agonisingly slowly. When Sunday came, once again you found yourself slumped on the couch, lazily flicking through the TV channels with your eyes glued to the screen, as you cradled a bowl of instant ramen in your hands.

The buzzing of your phone interrupted your monotony. Simon sent you a message saying he was back home and would love to see you.

The thought of inviting him over to your place crossed your mind, but you had grown sick of the four walls surrounding you and wanted a change of scenery. You had never been to Simon’s home, so when he called you, you gathered the courage to ask if you could come over. After the question slipped past your lips, there was a moment of pause as he hesitated to answer. However, when you spoke up and your voice cracked and stuttered as you stumbled over your words, he agreed to it, texting you his address after the conversation ended.

As you stepped out of the cab, your eyes scanned the house in front of you. Simon’s home was impressively big, far larger than anything you had ever lived in. The front yard was well kept, adorned with neatly cut grass. There were no flowers growing, which seemed like a deliberate choice; Simon preferred simplicity, and it was hard to imagine him spending his days on dreary tasks like tending to overgrown flower bushes.

When you heard the cab pull out of the driveway, its engine’s hum fading into the distance, you walked towards the tall front door. As a shaky breath escaped your lungs, you pressed the doorbell. You were anxiously gnawing at your thumb, trying to suppress the sea of emotions within you that threatened to spill out. However, as soon as the door opened and you saw Simon, your composure shattered into a million pieces. With a choked sob, you fell into his embrace as tears spilled down your cheeks.

You have never seen Simon so worried. An expression of deep concern replaced his usual calm and composed demeanour. After wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he guided you to the living room, urging you to sit down on the couch. He did his best to soothe you, but you were sobbing uncontrollably, choking on your own tears as your body shook with each breath you took. Your vision was blurred, your eyes stung, and your chest hurt. You tried to talk, but each time you parted your lips, your words seemed to tangle with one another, leaving your mouth in a jumbled mess.

You cried and cried and cried.

As the evening wore on, the tears ceased to stream down your face and dried on your cheeks, leaving a salty residue that you could taste on the tip of your tongue. Simon made you a cup of tea, sweetening it with a spoonful of sugar and a generous splash of milk. While you slowly sipped it, he held you in his lap. His fingers caressed your hair, the warmth of his body calming you down.

He didn’t press you to speak anymore. However, your mind was in a turmoil of thoughts, which you needed to voice, so you told him what had got you so worked up.

You confessed you wanted to call him the whole time he was gone; you wanted to convey the feeling of everything unravelling in your life, leaving you lost. For some reason, you couldn’t fathom, your friends had turned their backs on you, leaving you feeling isolated and hurt. However, you didn’t want to burden him with your troubles and add to his worries.

You didn’t notice it, but there was a subtle shift in Simon’s demeanour. His muscles tensed, and his expression went blank. For a moment, he ceased breathing. It was as if he was biting on his own tongue, trying to swallow the words that dared to slip past his lips. The silence crept in, causing you to glance over your shoulder. As soon as your teary eyes settled on him, he quickly composed himself.

“I’m sorry. Truly,” He uttered, keeping his voice low; his thumb tracing gentle circles on your cheek. Your skin was still damp from your dried tears. “I don’t know why they are behaving like a bunch of fools.” His lips softly pressed to your forehead, causing you to close your eyes. “But I will never abandon you. I promise. From now on, you have me, and as long as I breathe, I won’t leave your side.”

After he planted another kiss on your forehead, he sunk into the couch, bringing you down with him. You laid your head on his shoulder, feeling as his arms coiled tighter around your waist.

“But... I told you this once, and I will say this again,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “You should never feel the need to hide anything from me because I’m here for you. Always.”

Enveloped in his warm embrace, you nodded your head. His touch continued to soothe you, lulling you into a sleep. Without you realising it, the pain in your chest faded. Your eyes closed and your consciousness slipped away. You fell asleep in the arms of the man who made you feel safe and cared for.

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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—keep playing please

SUMMARY | you've never liked storms. thank god for your weird neighboor and his impromptu band sessions

PAIRING | platonic tommy & wilbur x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNING | reader doesn't do well with storms, hints at a sad past

WORD COUNT | 2.7k+

AUTHORS NOTES | a rewrite of this fic from almost over a year ago. tagging @lyssys @zooone @beep-beep1

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The walls in this place had always been too thin.

Apartments in Brighton normally had that one thing. That one tiny thing that made the picture perfect abode completely dog shit. You had learned that your first couple months after moving out. No matter now completely sound something may seem on paper, theres always going to be something to ruin it. Whether that be leaky pipes, no hot water, or an elevator that doesn't work. In your case it just happened to be paper fucking thin walls.

The fabric of the small couch you were attempting to sleep on had been rubbing up against your skin nonstop for the past sleepless hour. It was rough and smelled like every dingy bar you had to pass on the streets just to get back home from the train: cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol.

Unsent emails lie dormant on your flickering computer screen, the failing power curtosy of the storm wailing outside.

It, being the email, detailed your heated resignation from your dead-end job. An effort that had taken weeks of deleting and typing. Deleting and typing and deleting and typing until the print on your keyboard had been faded to a nothing but a distant memory. Maybe if one were to squint hard enough, they would see the letter a or f on there somewhere.

The device sitting no less than a couple of yards away might as well be halfway around the world in the great planes of Africa, too far from your reach for you to even consider getting up. Everything seemed like that nowadays, actually. There, but not really.

The sound of something shrill made you flinch. Was someone attempting to run a bar of metal through a cheese grater? Oh, right. That was just the sound of the window panes being thrust up against your brick walls. Normally, one would assume that having thin walls is where the misfortune regarding a shitty apartment would end. But apparently having only two windows, both as brittle as the expired candy you received from your batty grandma on the holidays, came part and parcel with it.

But none of that would matter—not a single email, or the lack luster walls, or even the window—would matter. If it wasn't for the tear tracks on your face.

Anyone who knew you even remotely well would have spotted something wrong the moment they entered your apartment. No, it wasn't the handfull of tissues that had missed their goal of the mini trashcan sitting by your side. No, it wasn't the pair of pajamas you hadn't changed out of in two days time. It was where you were sitting.

Ever since your days as a child, when your biggest woes were but an ice cream cone dropped in the dirt, the couch had always been the place to go when the familiar sting of tears rose. It was where the last happy memories of your family resided. And you knew it was stupid to hold onto something that had since fallen to peices, but humans had always been sentimental like that. And what were you if but just a human.

Every time a storm came in you would get like this. It would all surface until that same spot on the couch—propped between two pillows and enveloped with a heavy blanket—was taken up. By you, an echo of the person who had once been bright. Filled with the daydreams of the road ahead of you.

But you knew now those roads just led straight back to where you were now. With emails that would never be sent sitting across from you as you cried for reasons you couldn't explain.

As yet another round of bright electricity struck the ground outside your window, a new sound drifted through the air and into one of your ears. Slow at first, but growing bit by bit until it was enough for your eyebrows to furrow together.

It was a soft melody. Very out of place in your current situation. You felt like you should've watching a symphony from afar while hearing that tune; not wasting away on your couch in the dead of night.

A warm voice accompanied it as well, along with the slow sound of a steady drumbeat. It cut through the next round of earth shattering thunder like a hot knife in butter, dulling the anxiety provoking noise.

With trepidation, you found yourself propping your knees up on the couch, leaning your ear against their living room wall. It was something straight out of a cliche movie—children spying on their parents for instance. It was a poor attempt to be able to hear the weak music better, but for once, you were aiding the opportunity given to you by the poorly built walls.

With the peeling paint of your cheap apartment wall scratching at your ears skin, you were just in time to catch the tail end of the song.

The music was so much clearer now. Crisp, refreshing. Soothing. Before it was similar to the sound of water dripping from a leaky faucet. Now it was a roaring river, washing over you in waves. Bringing a smile to your cheeks that were still stained pink with streaks of salty tears.

You were drowning. Drowning in the lyrics, drowning in the beat, drowning in the utter joy that resonated through nothing but a few musical notes placed in an orderly fashion.

But then, just like that, it ended.

And you were left alone with the weather once more.

Why were you here again?

That's the only thing that came to mind as you adjusted the blanket on your shoulders. Hoping that you didn't look like that homeless person on the corner near the grocery store. A hesitating hand drew itself up to the doors scuffed surface, knocking timidly once, twice, three times before falling limply to your side.

Some shuffling came from the other side of the door. It was hard to tell, but you thought you heard a couple people laughing—one of the people's laughter being louder than the rest, if you could even call it that. Sounded more worthy of the title of a shout. Or perhaps even a wheeze.

The fact was, your head was simply too filled with thoughts. All of them whirling around in a tight blend of anxiety and fear to completely notice the sounds of joy. Why had you left your apartment? For a song you had thought was nice? You didn't even know these people and vice versa. So why in the absolute hell were you practically standing on their doorstep just to hear more of that music.

Your posture automatically straightened as the door cracked open. Light spilled from it, more noise accompanying the action. To say you were a little grateful for the change in atmosphere, from a dingy communal hallway to a slightly less dingy communal hallways, would be an understatement.

"Hey! What d' ya need mate?"

The boy (or man, it was hard to tell. He had a very childlike quality to him) currently standing in front of you was the epitome of everything you weren't.

He had on a turquoise jumper with simple black trousers. A design of stick people decorated with muted colors had been printed loosely on the front. Tousled and wrinkled to the moon and back, it looked like he'd had quite the night. Overall, the guys' clothes looked well worn and loved.

His face was set with a gentle and caring look, a wide smile pulling it all together. He was staring straight at you, his piercing baby blue eyes making it seem like he was looking right through you and into your soul. A light dusting of rosy pink complemented his cheeks, blonde hair tucked behind his ears and falling into his eyes with a slight tickle. If you had any money to bet with at that moment you would have placed it all on the notion that this was the person with the loud laugh you'd heard moments before. Certantly seemed cherry enough for it.

"Yeah, hey." You tried your best for a smile. Something that seemed a bit easier than a few moments ago. "I'm the person who lives a door down, and I couldn't help but hearing the music. Because for some reason I'm still awake tonight. At one in the morning." The last part was a bit quieter, more of a mummble to yourself than him.

Immediately, your words seemed to embarass him, his ears flaming up something ferice as he nervously laughed.

"Oh! Oh yeah, so so sorry about that. We were just having a laugh and playing around, didn't mean to disturb you at all really. I can tell then to quiet down or something if that's what you nee—"

"No!" Your hands froze in mid air as you cut him off. "No, please. I actually came to ask if you lot could keep it up? I have trouble desling with storms, and my walls are really thin, but the musics good and it's a nice distraction."

Blue eyes cautiously tracked your movement as you folded in on yourself a bit, inwardly cringing at oversharing with a total stranger. Your self loathing only increased as he held up a single finger to you as if to say 'hold on', before poking his head back through the door behind him, yelling a few inaudible things back and fourth with someone before returning back to you.

"Uh, hey, what's your name?" He asked you, voice as soft as before. You hesitated for a moment, eyes sunken and lips dry, before answering.

"It's (Y/n)."

"Mines Tommy." The person now known as Tommy smiled. You attempted once more to mirror the look, but it felt less like mirroring and more genuine. As if just sharing a moment with an old friend. He brightened up at that, still maintaining a carefree posture.

"Why don't you come in?" Tommy glanced behind you as if looking for more people but stepped back with the same warm smile to open the door. "You look like death, and I'd rather not have Wil's nice neighbor fall dead at his doorstep. Bad for clout."

"Gee. Thanks." You chose to retort instead of asking who Wil was, following after his laughing figure into the new environment. You had been right about earlier. He was the one with the loud laugh—looking like he was about to double over with the way he practically lost control of himself. Something about that made you chuckle yourself.

Walking through a much brighter lit halfway, you followed Tommy until the thin room opened up into a much larger one. What you assumed would be the living room, although right now it looked more like a music studio. Inside were more people, all of them situated in a sloppy semi circle.

There were about four of them, each sitting by different instruments and laughing. All were men and had a scruffy look to them. Like they were scuffed around the edges, but if you pried hard enough, you could find their soft center.

Tommy looked over at you while you were still taking in the sight. He watched as your pupils adjusted to the new setting, glancing back at him as if silently asking what you were supposed to do now.

"These guys are my friends, it's okay." He leaned over to whisper at you in a tone that was a tad bit to loud to be a wisper. You got the feeling he wasn't that good at being quiet.

"Stay here for a moment. I'm going to go talk to them." He told you before walking off.

Tommy walked up and started talking, something that you couldn't hear from where you were standing. He was using wild hand gestures, and every once in a while the people he was talking to would glance behind him at you. When they noticed you staring right back, each would just offer a wave or smile before looking back at Tommy with a more serious expression.

After what seemed like forever, Tommy turned back around to start walking to you. But this time the four other people trailed after him like ducklings, all of them looking at you with eyes that crinkled together at the edges. Almost as if happy to see you.

"Okay (Y/n)," Tommy clapped his hands together, and noticing how you jumped at the suprise, lowered them back down while mouthing an apology. One of the guys socked him on his arm playfully, causing Tommy to glare at them before looking back at you.

"These are my mates. They wanted to meet you, the praiser and five star reveiwer of my music that happens to be Wil's neighboor." One of them hit him in the arm again with a laugh as they explained to Tommy in a playfully condescending way—like a teacher explaining something to a child—that it wasn't his music. They just received a raspberry from Tommy before he began to introduce them one by one.

The first was Ash. He had on a red beanie that went together quite well with his chunky glasses. Along with his scruffy mustache—that you thought was rather impressive—and chill nature, he could have easily been mistaken as someones laid back roommate from university. A vibe you much appreciated. He offered you a polite tip of his hat and a greeting while balancing a sleek guitar on his hip.

The next to be introduced was a fellow named Joe. He had a large smile and waved at you swiftly. His sandy blonde hair and beard made him look older than he actually was, but giving off a homey vibe all the same. He was the shortest of the group, which was like saying he was the dumbest scientist to work at nasa. They were all giants compared to you.

Then was the next man. His name was Mark and he looked quite similar to Joe. Both had sandy blonde hair and a beard, yet Mark's face was a bit rounder. He also happened to be a few inches taller than the previous member. He didn't say much when Tommy gestured in his direction, just stuffing his hands in his pockets and awkwardly smiling.

"—and that's Wilbur. Wil. Soot. Soot man. Sooty boy." Tommy finally finished speaking, pointing at a brunet with a baseball cap on while dragging out different versons of his name. He just got an eyeroll in response, much different from the soft smile that was tossed your way by Wilbur.

Looking back at you with wide eyes and an expective grin, Tommy spoke directly to you this time.

"Whatcha think?" He boasted with his hands on his hips. "Are we cool or what?" A small smattering of laughter from the boys behind Tommy followed the blonds words as they tried to deny it, doing a very poor job considering you did somewhat agree with Tommy. I mean, you had shown up on their doorstep and all.

You paused.

"You're all too fucking tall." You finally relented with a head tilt, bouncing you eyes from one person to another till they had circled back to Tommy with a glint he couldn't decipher. But something told him it wasn't anything bad. Not like the state he had just seen you in a few moments ago.

He felt his heart swell in the slightest bit for no reason at your words. That was evident enough with the way he bounded over to you to wrap an arm around your shoulders. Wilbur chided him slightly for the sudden action, telling him to give people space like they had talked about, but you just laughed. Feeling like this would become a regular occurrence.

You had a feeling you were going to be spending a lot of time with this new group. That's one thing for certain.

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can I request a fic where beom and reader are enemies (secretly in love with each other)but had to do a project work together in beom's house which led to reader accidentally seeing a picture of her beside beom's computer which happened to be playing p0rn......and sub beom begging for reader to help him! also if possible....maybe reader ordering beom to j3rk off infront of her to humiliate him?? if these are too uncomfortable please don't force yourself to write!! I love your works btw🩷

mdni!

warnings: sub!beomgyu, perv!beomgyu, mentions of p0rn, masturbation(m), humiliation(m receiving), cowgirl position, oral(f receiving) if there is any i have missed please let me know!

you would kill your professor, you could. she matched you with beomgyu out of all the people she could choose. what are the odds of you pairing up with beomgyu instead of other 98 people who also take this class. the professor must have a grudge, you think.

"seriously, -------- how would she know you and beomgyu don't get along? stop being paranoid." you huff at your friend's rationale that you don't wanna admit it's true.

"anyways, we agreed to meet up at 6 so i gotta leave." you say before you leave. "you will stonker" she yells with her voice filled with irony.

it doesn't take you long to arrive his house. once your app shows that you are in the location he has sent you, you ring the bell. you hear a stir coming from the apartment. you get impatient and when you lift your hand to ring the bell again, the door opens.

"you are early. you weren't supposed to come here for an another hour." he seems on his toes but you don't mull over much about it. "i thought it would take me longer to get here and i also gave us an extra half an hour to get prepared so that we could start at exactly 6." you say before entering his house without his invitation. you question his manners since he didn't even bother to invite you to enter. he apologizes for that as if he can read your mind and asks for you to give him a minute. you agree and head to his couch while he was heading to bathroom.

once you sit, you start to observe his house unintentionally. yet you tell yourself to stop it since you don't want your mind filled with details of him. you deceive yourself everything about him is redundant information.

you take the laptop close to you so as to prepare essential sources and articles that your professor recommend. it seems like he is going to take long and it will only benefit you two if these things are ready. but you come across with an unexpected scene. you eyes go wide minute you witness one of your cutest photos that you often use in your social media profiles and an adult video playing on his screen starring a woman oddly similar to you. you are supposed to feel disgusted with what you just overeyed but you felt a burning sensation down there.

you think beomgyu is actually a chaldean when you hear his voice calling your name behind you. "you weren't supposed to see that. i am sorry, can you- can you just forget what you just saw?" you don't exactly know what to do. but he cannot seriously expect you to just forget about it.

"no! no, i can't just forget what i just saw. you are such a disgusting pervert, you know that?" you practically shriek. you turn around to see his expression and feel sorry for him once you realize he is panicking.

"please, i beg you. if you can't forget it, can you at least try to forgive me? i can do everything, i swear. please, please, please, plea-" you cut him of by shushing him. "what do you mean by everything? like what can i gain with your abilities? i am already doing good socially and every other aspect in my life. what could you possibly bring to table? you are just afraid that i can use this to ruin your reputation, aren't you? but i will not give you the satisfaction. especially not after your elementary school bully act towards me!"

"i swear it is not it. i don't even care about my reputation. boys will not even see the problematic aspect of this and girls will forgive me no matter what i do because i am pretty. you know that!" you shake with laughter "you seriously cannot be saying these in your position. you are really thinking you are something." you mock him.

"no! please just listen. what i have to say! i wouldn't even care if they hold me accountable and isolate me, even if i have no social life left. i just want your forgiveness. i swear. i was just teasing you with my childish act to get your attention. i never intended to hurt you. i cannot live with the fact you thinking so little about me. i am really sincere. please just forgive me. please i beg-" you cut him of again this time with your acrimonious laughter. he seems more scared than ever your pity towards him grows.

"you sound like a broken record repeating the same part over and over again. but i guess i can find a way for you to make it up to me." his eyes sparkled with hope. "yes, -------. whatever you want." he keeps begging and waiting for your dispensation. you give him a smirk before you lean toward his eyes and whisper "how about we just restart the video and watch the video together? can you do that, hm?" he looks in your eyes with a shocked but pleased expression and nods his head.

he sits down to couch and takes his laptop on his lap. he gives a little pat right next to him implying that he wants you to sit there. you do and he starts to video.

beomgyu kept gulping throughout tho whole very vanilla video. you sighted that he was mostly focusing on your picture than the video itself. and you see a growing dome on his pants. he turns to you and asks for your help nicely but instead you smirk with delight and lean towards his ears once more. "why don't you put on a show for me instead? it is not your place to ask for help, you know?" you rown.

"but it is so humiliating. i-" he tries to protest before you shut him off. "i know it is exactly why i want you to do it. and also didn't you say that you would do anything?" you argue. he nods and takes his laptop to put it on axle stand. he slowly pulls his pants and underwear down and turn his head to face you. he gives a soft smile before starting to jerk off. his hands going up and down as fast as he can while he keeps whimpering.

he slows down to tease himself to give you the best show he can. it doesn't take him long to moan your name. the sensation starts to cloud his thinking. he just stares at you with empty eyes only filled with desire. when you flash a smile at him, he gives the loudest moan yet.

"it feels so good. it feels better than every time i have jerked off or been with someone. thank you." he keeps saying like it is his entreaty. "you can't cum though. so keep edging yourself for me yeah?" he obeys and slows down once more. his movements keep teasing his cock. he flings his head back from pleasure breaking his eye contact. you sense he is about to cum so you take his hand to stop him. he raises his hand to give you a waiful look. you melt in lust with his pretty face looking so voluptuous.

he presumes and suddenly kisses your lips very passionately. you admire his boldness and return to kiss. you hold his waist to pull him closer and he leaves a broken moan.

both of your breathing quickens when the kiss get more passionate. you feel his teeth giving a small bite to your lower lip making you open your mouth. he uses the opportunity and his tongue enters your mouth. his hand reaches to your neck and he gives soft fondles. once you both get out of breath you stop.

as soon as he leaves your lips he takes off the rest off his clothes. and giving you a look implying you to do the same. you give him a smirk and undress yourself. he just stares when he sees your naked body with an obvious admiration.

he sits down again and you get on his lap. giving him a softer kiss before sitting down on his member. he nods implying you to move and you do. he places his hand on your clit to play with it. "wanna make you feel good." he says. it doesn't take him too long to reach his high. once he feels it's coming he places his hands to both of your hips and raises you to cut out your walls from hid dick. you sit next to him while he pumps his manhood a few times and coming undone.

he doesn't even bother to clean his stomach before making you lay down and getting between your legs and helps you to reach your high too. once he is done he gets up kisses you again before taking you to his bathroom to give both of you a nice shower.

he gives you one of his t-shirts for you to cover yourself up. he starts talking to break the awkward atmosphere. "i have always liked you by the way. i acted obnoxious because you kept giving me the cold treatment. i know it was not the right thing to do but i couldn't get your attention otherwise." he confesses.

you feel shocked at his confession yet it gives you courage to confess back. "i did give you the cold treatment i won't deny but it was only to protect myself. i felt this pain in my chest every single time i saw you. i figured that i had feelings for you. i mean you wouldn't wanna hang out a girl like me so i distanced myself to not get hurt. i mean it sound cheesy when i tell this but-" this time you are the one getting cut off middle of your speech. "why would you think that i wouldn't wanna be with a girl like you? do you know how ridiculous you sound?" he questions but you just incline your head. "he pets yor head before asking "so what do you want to do at our first date girlfriend?"

you giggle and say "study, i guess we have an unfinished assignment."

author note: i think you have sent this to several people. please don't do that. if my work has any similarities with anyone else please let me know. i will gladly give credit if someone wrote something similar to this ask. and please do not do this agin and put the writer in an awkward situation. 🕴

i hope you like it~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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thinking about those two deer in the lost fable again. out of all the assets created just for this one episode, why?

like… it’s not random. the only other animals in this story have been amber’s horse, zwei, and the branwens’ bird forms. all have some narrative relevance, a clear connection to a character that justifies the expense and effort of modeling them. and then in the lost fable—an episode that was always going to be a heavy lift technically and financially for the sheer amount of ground to cover and novel assets required—has these two deer. they’re only on screen for like two seconds.

it’s narratively motivated. the lost fable is a highly symbolic episode and that symbolism foreshadows the ever after / ascension / all the v9 lore quite strongly; it follows that the intended symbolism of this shot demanded the presence of these deer.

the god of light has deer antlers. in the blacksmith’s story, the first act of destruction is to eat; darkness eats, light does not. light holds himself at a distance, he designs, he does not live. these deer are grazing. salem appears from a plume of smoke at the base of the withered tree, and the deer startle at her approach and look up at her. the shot transitions to salem looking upon the grimm in the ruins of a town—

“she cursed the gods, she cursed the universe. she cursed everything—everything but herself,” says jinn. but her expression isn’t anger. (always check her eyebrows.) it’s more intense concentration, intense thought…

…which brings her back to the pool of grimm. jinn says that “fate” led her back here because that’s what ozpin believes. but this sequence begins with those deer, eating. destruction in its purest unadulterated form. salem visually emerges from the withered tree. she’s observing the grimm and she’s thinking. if the fountain of life had given her immortality, then surely the pools of grimm would finally take it away—not “finally let her die.”

rolls over.

the fountain of life gave her infinite life. salem hoped the pool of grimm would take it away. not kill. not destroy. infinite life. if you take from an infinite quantity, an infinite quantity still remains. this force of pure destruction could not destroy, so it created…

destruction first, to clear the wilderness away. darkness eats the tree’s brambles and through this act creation is born. jinn’s telling distorts through ozpin’s belief, but the truth is there. pure destruction and infinite life are not in conflict; rather, destruction feeds life.

the pool of grimm did take from her life—subtract from the infinite and the infinite remains—she’s torn apart and remade. creativity, to imagine what, and who, could replace the wilderness.

jinn tells this story, ozpin’s story, in a way that obfuscates salem’s real agency and her personhood, casting her alternately as tragic object of fate and inhuman monster. fate led her back to the land of darkness; a being of infinite life with a desire for pure destruction.

he believes salem wanted to die when she leapt into the pool of grimm.

did she?

the deer, the grimm, herself, the pool of grimm. wilderness and ruin. all that remained. i arrive at the edge of the world […] should i kneel?/what should i feel?/will i fall apart?/maybe that’s all i want […] and in my heart it’s there/standing tall enough to fix it all/it’s just a new beginning/it’s just a different ending […] i am everything and nothing/all at once/i’ll meet you at the horizon/where we first met/where i died, i’ll be born again…

(something. something. without you i am nothing, but because of you, i am everything. self-similar narrative.)

the edge of the world. . .

mutters. sow the death and reap the seed -> the moon will sadly watch the roses die -> a rose will grow to be a seed/from every life another leads -> some roses will never bloom. the burning rose, the shattered moon.

did. she know—did she have an idea that destroying herself would create a new world? destruction to clear the wilderness, creativity to imagine its replacement.

“they could claim the powers of their creators for themselves and in turn perfect their own design; all they needed to do was destroy their old masters.” -> “this was it, this had to be it, the brother’s grimm, the pools of black that continued to give rise to horrific nightmares” -> “we could be the gods of this world. […] create the paradise the old gods could not.”

like. it’s not just

it’s those fucking deer. eating. the grimm picking over the ruins. (grimm eat their prey.) salem, observing, thinking. “the gods had hoped that salem would learn from her eternal curse, and she did.” the god of light bade her learn the importance of life and death, and she did. and then she jumped into the pool of grimm and created remnant. a new world. a completely unfamiliar world–

…oh. ohhh

“magic was a gift from the gods that all could wield” -> “without the blessings of the gods, no one could perform magic like mankind was once capable of”

and

“aura is a manifestation of the soul, a life force that runs through every living creature on remnant.” we could be the gods of this world.

how does pyrrha unlock jaune’s aura? “for it is in passing we achieve immortality; through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory, infinite in distance and unbound by death. i release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee.” a religious mantra echoing salem’s idea of transcendence. magic was a gift from the gods that all could wield; aura is a manifestation of the soul that everyone has, though only a select few are privileged by ozma’s institutions to learn. “with enough training and focus,” salem says, “a user’s aura can turn them into much more than just a man.” the illustration is ozpin’s silhouette—but ozma’s power isn’t derived from aura, it’s magic, and the infinite man is fond of saying that he is “only a man, not even a very good one,” and salem herself sees him as diminished, as lessened. he’s the image of “just a man.” a person’s aura can make them much more than ozma. much more than the brothers’ design.

our powers surpass all others.

salem is grimm. even if she has aura, she cannot use it to protect herself. the gods gave humans magic and then took it back; salem threw herself into the pool of grimm and it broke her apart and—symbolically if not literally—took away her aura and gave it to the people of remnant, reborn from the ashes of her rebellion. a semblance is the outward manifestation of one’s soul. she wanted humanity to claim the powers of their creators and perfect their own design, and… with enough training and focus, a user’s aura can turn them into something much more than just a man.

#mutters. knowledge then choice #she didn’t know exactly what would happen but i think she had #a pretty good guess

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I Can See You | Brendan Brisson x Hughes!OC

Summary: Matty and Phoebe bond and the boys take on an intense game of beer pong.

Word Count: 998

By: M

Parts: part one | part two | part three | part four

PART FIVE:

Phoebe leaned into the boy next to her as she finally began the long process of coming to terms with unsaid emotions. Every missed call and tear spilt filled her mind and she began to cry again. Matty had shown her more kindness than Brendan ever had. In that moment she realized something that even yesterday she’d have been surprised about. She didn’t need Brendan to live. Yeah, she missed him sometimes, but she’d made something of herself. She’d made friends, long-lasting connections she never would’ve dreamed of in high school.

Everything Brendan had done to her had led her to this point,

a 19 year old proud of who she was becoming.

After a few minutes, Phoebe pulled herself back together, Matty having sat with his hands on hers the entire time. He had sat and listened to her half-hearted tears, his heart breaking with each earth-shattering sob. Although they had only just met, there was something magnetizing about their connection. A jolt of something connecting them as Matty held her close.

“Mats.” She said, turning to look into his brown eyes.

“Phoebe?” His intense gaze filled with desire.

Phoebe’s gaze flicked to the boy’s lips and darted back up quickly, a sultry action with almost certain consequences.

Matty’s gaze darkened as he tracked the girl in front of him, a smirk forming on his lips. He found his mind wandering as he moved his hand to hold her cheek, angling her face to reflect his. Her eyes found his as he began to lean forward, an electric current pulling them towards each other. Matty felt his eyes fluttering closed.

“Matthew Inrid Beniers, get your ass out here for beer pong we need a fourth!” Luke called from the deck, easing the tension and ruining the moment.

“Ingrid?” Phoebe asked, leaning back laughing.

“That’s not even my middle name, I don’t-” He started, opening his eyes.

“Sure…” She said, standing up and opening the door.

“Hey, I mean if you wanna stay here tonight you can, I know it’s hard with Brendan right now.” He said, looking up at her with a sweet smile.

“I might just take you up on that Beniers.” She said, heading out the door.

Matty found himself hoping that she’d accept his offer. He wandered toward the deck, leaning against the doorframe as he took in the screen unfolding in front of him. Luke and Jack were filling up cups, and Quinn was laughing from behind them as it was clear they were struggling.

“Dude, I think the beer’s supposed to go IN the cup.” Quinn said, doubling over in laughter.

“Thanks for the help Quintin.” Jack snarked, wiping his beer covered hands on his shirt.

“Yeah it’s not our fault someone shook the cans.” Luke added, shaking his head as he grabbed another can.

“Need help?” Matty asked, walking over to them.

“Yeah, thanks Matty.” Jack said, handing him a beer.

The three of them struggled to keep the beers from exploding as they tried to pour them into cups.

“Seriously, how many of you does it take to pour a couple beers?” Phoebe asked, wandering onto the deck in a small black bikini.

“Woah.” Matty said, not hiding the fact that he was checking her out.

“Woah now loverboy that’s our sister.” Luke said, crossing his arms.

“Relax Luke, I know I look good.” Phoebe smirked, wandering over and grabbing a can.

Of course the can she grabbed didn’t explode as she easily poured it into two cups. She grabbed another, gently opening it and pouring it into several more cups. It took her a total of three minutes to fill the remaining six cups.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” She said, standing back and allowing the boys to set up the table.

“Witch!” Jack yelled, pointing to her and laughing.

Phoebe laughed, her face brightening for the first time since Brendan’s temper tantrum. Matty found himself grateful that Luke had invited him, instead of letting him wallow at home alone. His family had opted to do a big vacation across Europe but Matty was tired of constant traveling and wanted nothing more than to stay in one place for a few months. When he’d told Luke about his depressing summer plans, he had immediately suggested that Matty come stay with them for a little bit, hoping to add a little fun into his summer. What Luke had forgotten to mention, however, was that his beautiful younger sister was staying at the house as well. Matty had known that the Hughes brothers had a sister, but the way they spoke about her made him think she was a lot younger than Luke, not just a year behind in school.

“Okay let’s do this!” Luke called, pulling Matty from his thoughts as he finished placing the cups on the table.

“Hell yeah!” Jack said, taking his place next to his younger brother.

“Okay second team, Pheebs you in?” Quinn asked, laughing at his sister’s reluctance.

“Nah you guys play, I’ll watch.” She said, stepping back.

“Oh no way Hughes, you’re on my team.” Matty called, grabbing her arm to bring her closer to the table.

“Fine… But what about Quinn?” Phoebe said, gesturing to her oldest brother.

“I think I’m gonna check on Briss, I haven’t ever seen him like this.” Quinn said, stepping back into the house.

Quinn had always been in tune with emotions, and after growing up with Brendan, he knew when something was really wrong.

Cheers filled Brendan’s ears as he wallowed in Phoebe’s room. The decorated room doing nothing to help his emotions, her evident personality suffocating him. His eyes wandered back to the sunflower, a poetic reminder of his mistakes. He was dumb and 18 and he thought he would rule the world… Little did he know at the time that Phoebe was his world.

“Briss. Hey buddy…” Quinn said, stepping into the room and gently making his way over to his friend.

#hockey fanfiction #jack hughes #brendan brisson #brendan brisson x oc #luke hughes #quinn hughes #umich hockey #matty beniers

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