#but i don't care because at least every cough doesn't feel like it's ripping out my vocal chords

[scleroticstatue]

My heart is full... Of mucus. Cough moved from throat into chest. God is good to us.

[habizuh-studios]

every single fic that you’ve ever written in order from ur personal fav to least fav?

i spent way too long on this help... also this is subject to change and based on what i feel soo yk (top -> bottom = most fav -> least fav)

How Can I Protect You, When I Don't Feel Alright? (TGCF)

Feng Xin goes on a mission sent by His Majesty, himself. It is expected to be top priority and dangerous. But what he doesn't expect is the hallucinations, the intrusive thoughts, the blood, the- OR: How Feng Xin received Fengshen.

I'm at My Highest Peak (TGCF)

"Did you know? General Nan Yang, the martial god of the Southeast, ascended via pure martial might! He didn't cultivate at all, no. He slayed the children-eating beast who lurked in Zhubei forest!" OR: Feng Xin ascends.

No Longer Alone (TGCF)

“Banyue,” a gentle voice above her says, “Banyue, it’s okay. You're safe. You’re here. It’s okay.” And still, she lets out a sob. But she is not a sad child- how could she be, with General Hua beside her? OR: General Hua and Banyue fluff and comfort for the soul...

I've Held My Heart Close All These Years (TGCF)

Since the day he woke up here and again, and again, and again, he has never felt happiness. Until there is a light, and he's set free. A word rings in his head: Ascension. Out of the coffin after ninety-six years, however, can change a lot. Especially if there were countless people to see it. OR: Xie Lian ascends from the coffin and chaos ensues :)

To Bring Back the Flame (TGCF)

Mu Qing is a fucking traitor. A selfish, uncaring motherfucker who can't afford to love the same way Feng Xin does. Or at least he thinks so, until when he blows up and takes a step, he's met with someone different. OR: Book 4! Feng Xin travels to the future.

It's Colder on Your Own (GENSHIN IMPACT)

There are days when the blank pages aren’t a source of inspiration or a canvas to be painted, but rather a representation of him. He draws a line but it’s not right, he stares at the blank page for hours and nothing comes to mind besides a vague idea and an aching wrist. He will erase, draw, and erase again, because nothing looks right, and eventually, he’ll rip the page and throw it away like the rest. So he lays down in his room, aching. Until Alhaitham walks in. OR: Hurt/Comfort with Haikaveh!!

Call if if Our Time is Through (TGCF)

On a mission from Hua Cheng, Yin Yu gets cursed to live in a time loop from a vengeful ghost. That would've been fine... if only Quan Yizhen hadn't gotten involved. OR: Yin Yu has to see Quan Yizhen die, over and over again.

Had I the Heavens' Embroidered Cloths (GENSHIN IMPACT)

Kaveh thinks that if he had the power, he could do more. But he doesn't. OR: A fic based on the poem "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by W. B. Yeats!!

Can't Stop Thinking of You (TGCF)

Feng Xin thinks of His Highness, because even after all of these years, he remembers- and ends up coming to a few realizations. OR: Feng Xin's first love.

Though You Embrace it, I Can't Face It (TGCF)

I love him, Feng Xin thinks one day as he stares at the ceiling of his apartment, thinking about his roommate. It’s no surprise that when Feng Xin shoots up, feeling his lungs constrict and grow weak as he shakes with coughs, that a singular flower petal comes out onto his hand. He stares at it. Because, despite the implications, despite how he is willing to die and could die from the pure, unbridled love he holds within his chest, Feng Xin knows that Mu Qing will never love him back. OR: Modern!AU in which Feng Xin has hanahaki.

My World is Bright (TGCF)

Pei Xiu doesn't hold too much respect or adoration for the gods in Heaven. One of the few exceptions is Lang Qianqiu, who is bright, heroic, competent, brave, noble, and handsome. Although Pei Xiu sometimes wishes he could kiss the worried expression off his face- wait. What? OR: The QianXiu fluff fic that someone asked for! :)

Take Care of Me (TGCF)

Feng Xin is not sick. And if he is, it doesn't matter! Mu Qing doesn't know what he's talking about at all! OR: Feng Xin is most definitely sick, don't listen to him. Oh, and Mu Qing takes care of him.

It's Easier to Sleep When it's Warm (TGCF)

Mu Qing tries pulling an all-nighter, but fails and falls asleep at around two in the morning. Luckily, Feng Xin is also awake, and wraps a blanket over his shoulders. Mu Qing looks so at peace... he wishes the man could look like this more often. OR: Medical Student! Mu Qing falls asleep, and Feng Xin puts a blanket over him :)

Revenge is Sweet, Literally (TGCF)

He Xuan had been writing in his diary. He was still planning the perfect revenge plot for the Shi brothers. He’s considered murder more times than not, but something is stopping him. Whether it be fate or Hua Cheng's nagging (he only said it once, but still), he considered other options. With the knowledge that Shi Qingxuan knows nothing of the fate swap, he doesn’t have anything better to do. Then Hua Cheng called him via the spiritual communication array. Zoning back in, He Xuan hears Hua Cheng say something that he normally wouldn’t care for. “... Of course, I wouldn’t dare defile His Highness, but to think…” He Xuan doesn’t care for that- Heaven, he doesn’t even know the context or what he says after, but he suddenly stands up and slams his hands on the table so hard that his bonefish look back at him. And then, he writes. OR: He Xuan, after some thinking, comes up with the perfect revenge plan to anger Shi Wudu.

What Suits You Best (TGCF)

Xie Lian has always had a soft spot for weaponry and martial arts, even at the age of thirteen. Which is why it's only natural that he decides which weapon best suits his bodyguard, Feng Xin! OR: How Feng Xin figured out that archery was his strong suit.

How You Make Me Sway (The Outsiders)

I was bored out of my mind, and there was nothing to do in the church. Unless you count for the radio in the corner. I turned it on, not expecting a slow song to play. Of course, when Johnny extended a hand out towards me, I didn’t think he’d say, “Wanna dance, Pony?” OR: In which the boys are bored at the church and Ponyboy decides to dance with Johnny. :) ... Chapter 1 can be read as a one-shot, chapter 2 is a bonus chapter.

Under the Moon Where Blood Spread (The Outsiders)

Darry wasted no time, throwing open the front door. “Ponyboy, please! I didn’t mean to!” Soda looked back at him, snapping out of his trance. “Darry, are we gonna run after him?” He asked. In another universe, Darry would have shook his head- after all, Ponyboy was a track star. He could run hard and fast- no one would be able to catch up, and no one in their right mind would attempt to try. But Darry was not in his right mind. OR: In which Darry runs after Ponyboy when he slaps him.

Delineating Danger (The Outsiders)

Ponyboy likes to draw Dally when he's in a "dangerous" mood. OR: In the book it mentions that Ponyboy likes drawing Dally in a dangerous mood, and I thought, huh. What would that be like? Which was also strengthened by this random Tumblr post I found wondering the exact same thing..! Though there will be multiple chapters, you can read this as a one-shot if you want.

[ashwhowrites]

how about bitchy reader who is a germaphobe but the second eddie gets sick she will do anything to make him feel better & take care of him.

but god forbid anyone looked her way while they had even a sniffle. she'd cause havoc

HEHE I LOVE THIS

Baby Eddie gets very special treatment

Merry Christmas 🎄

Y/N was disgusted by people and by germs. She tried to be friendly but it never worked out. She hated being touched by everyone. Except Eddie, quite literally the only person on the planet that was allowed to breathe in her direction.

When new people see how she is with Eddie, they believe she's affectionate. She's always holding on his body, kissing his skin and wrapping herself in him. Steve made the mistake of going in for a hug when he first met her. He got a punch to the stomach and a loud "GET OFF OF ME!" Quickly learning, Eddie is the only one who can touch her.

~~

When Dustin came to school with a horrible cold and sat right next to her. The glare she gave could have killed him. He sniffled and coughed, she jumped out of her seat and threw herself in Eddie's lap. His arms wrapping around her fast.

"Dustin that's disgusting" she snapped

"I can't help being sick!" He argued, blowing his nose into a napkin

"just stay away!"

~~

Robin had a horrible flu, all her friends gathered at her house to bring her soap, tissues, and lots of liquids

Y/N only went because Eddie said he wanted to go. Holding his hand as she hid in the back.

"you guys are so nice" Robin awed. Her sick voice cracking, making Y/N shiver

"is there vomit in that bucket?" Y/N gagged out

Robin nodded with a small smile, "I can't make it to the bathroom"

"that's so gross! You have to at least try. Or at least clean the bucket after!" Y/N voiced out, a displeased look on her face. Getting glares from the group.

"baby. Let's step outside" Eddie said softly, kissing her cheek and bringing her out the door.

~~

"cancelled hellfire tonight because everyone came down with a very bad cold" Eddie said disappointed as he threw himself on his bed. Cuddling next to his girlfriend.

"I'm sorry baby. Did you wash all your game pieces with sanitizer?"

"no"

"EDDIE!"

~~

And that's how Eddie got himself sick

Walking into lunch with his head pounding and sniffles

"oh no. Are you sick?" Dustin asked, his own voice weak and cracky

"yes. Thanks to all of you" he said as he sat at the lunch table

"Is that why Y/N is nowhere to be seen?' Gareth joked

"haha yeah. If Eddie's sick she won't be near him for weeks" Dustin added on

"okay baby, they don't have the cherry cough drops you like so you have to have the strawberry. No whining" Y/N barged into the lunchroom. Dropping down a bag of cough drops

"fine" Eddie huffed, ripping open the bag and taking out a cough drop

"here are tissues. I'll run to the store after school and get you soup" She said, pecking his cheek, leaving the lunchroom fast

"did she?"

"she did!"

"he's sick!"

The table gasped out in surprise

"what?" Eddie asked, sucking on the nasty strawberry flavored cough drops

"she touched you" Dustin said in shock

"um yeah?"

"but you're sick. She doesn't like sick people" Gareth said

"yeah but she loves me" Eddie said with a smirk

~~

One thing Eddie was good at was soaking in all the special attention his girlfriend gave him when he was sick.

"here's your soup" she said softly, placing it on his bedside

"can you feed me?" He smiled, his puppy eyes looking up at her

"you don't need to be fed!" She laughed, but still grabbing the bowl and sitting next to him.

~~

As every day passed all of Eddie's friends couldn't believe how well she took care of Eddie. No care that he was sick. Always coughing, sneezing and sniffling. And she was right there on his lap. Handing him another tissue.

Playing with his hair as he slept on the couch, his feet on Dustin's lap as the gang watched a movie. Eddie's drool hitting her knee but no care in the world as she kissed his cheek.

"I get punched for a hug, and Eddie gets kissed while he quite literally covers her in his own spit" Steve huffed out

"eh she's in love. It's cute" Nancy said with a smile. Quietly laughing as Eddie snored into the air, even more drool landing on her lap. Her hands twirling his curls as she slowly began to fall asleep herself.

Dustin felt a sneeze coming, quickly sneezing in his elbow, that was closest to Y/N and Eddie.

"EW DUSTIN!"

"I CAN'T HELP IT!"

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[boydiisaster]

anger management

reader: gender neutral, they/them pronouns

tw/cw: angst, kinda suicidal tendencies?? (like not caring if you get hurt really badly), cussing, fighting, bloody noses, broken bones- just an overall violence and blood warning. also spoilers for lesson 16!

author's note: i didn't know whether or not you wanted your profile known, so i blocked it out just in case !! i hope you don't mind :) anyways back on topic, i enjoyed this prompt ! thank you for requesting <33

lucifer

When your paperwork said that you were a "tad bit much to handle," Lucifer just assumed that it meant you were like the rest of his brothers: loud, hyper, and in some cases obnoxious. Never did he think it was because you started brawls with anyone who looked at you funny.

"MC!" he screams at you, already wearing his demon form. His wings are ruffling behind his back, black wisps seeping off them. He stares down at you as the demon you currently have in a choke hold coughs and sputters pathetic pleas for mercy.

"What?!" you bark back. "Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"Busy causing harm to your fellow classmates, yes! Let. Them. Go!" With each punctuation, Lucifer strides closer to you until he's ripping the poor demon out of your grasp and tossing them back behind him like they weigh nothing. His hand soon wraps around your wrist and you thrash while he drags you away from the scene, you spewing curses at him all the way.

Lucifer quickly finds an empty classroom and shoves you inside before entering himself. You stumble backwards as he locks the door, then you charge him as if he couldn't break your neck in a millisecond if he wanted to.

"Why'd you do that?!" you yell, throwing a punch at the eldest demon. He easily dodges you and grasps your fist when you throw another punch his way. Twisting your arm, he shoves you up against a wall, pinning your other wrist beside your head.

"Because you're causing a scene!" he hisses, gripping you tighter once he says scene. You bite your tongue to suppress a whimper of pain.

"What's wrong with you?" he demands. "Why must you always act like this? Can't you act civil at least when you're in public? This isn't a funny game to us, MC!"

"I don't care about you or what you think of me!" You try again to free yourself from Lucifer's grasp but he only tightens his hold the more you struggle. The brick walls are scraping against your face, cutting you a bit. "I didn't want to be apart of this dumb exchange program anyways!"

"Well you are so either act right," he turns you around and you're met with a very angry Lucifer. You've never seen him this furious, not even when Mammon sold off his prized vinyl. His eyes, ones you've always thought were gorgeous, are a seering, vibrant red. "Or I'll send you back to the human realm in a casket. Do you understand?"

"Fuck off," you reply, even though you're scared. "Do you honestly think I care whether I live or die?"

A bit taken aback, Lucifer hardens his exterior. "Either way, you're not in the human realm anymore, MC, so stop acting as if you can win every fight you get into. There's multiple lower level demons who could easily murder you."

"What part of I don't care don't you get, Lucifer?" you shout. "Kill me right now! Do it! You've already tried, so finish the job!"

Lucifer doesn't move and neither do you. You're breathing hard, blood trickling down your face both from the wall and your recent fight. You swallow, feeling a bit prideful for silencing the demon.

"Did you not ever get into fights when you first got here? Were you not scared? Frightened, angry?"

Lucifer doesn't answer you, but you already know the truth.

"That's what I thought. You're a hypocrite."

Shoving past the demon, you stop just before you unlock the door. You feel guilty. Did he really think you enjoyed acting like this? You want to stop, but everything around you is just... too much. Your reactions are justified, right? You've just been thrusted into a new environment, of course you'd lash out. There's powerful beings all around you now, and they've all made it very clear how much better they are than you. You can see it in their eyes, and you won't be having anyone— demon or otherwise— think you're just a powerless little human.

"I'm...," you sigh. Your body hurts, wrists definitely bruised from how tightly Lucifer held them. You bite your tongue and never finish your sentence, swinging the door open angrily and walking away.

You and Lucifer were alike in that way: too prideful to admit your faults. He stands in the empty classroom pinching the bridge of his nose, grumbling to himself. He should've stopped you, but what is there to do? You don't seem to want help from whatever is tormenting you, and Lucifer can't exactly force you to do anything you don't want to.

He's stuck.

mammon

He was happy to have another delinquent in the house, that is until he figured out you're more the get into meaningless fights for fun type instead of the make money quick type.

Currently, he had brought you with him to a fast food restaurant just to grab a quick lunch. It all went downhill when someone he owed money to walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.

By all means you weren't a powerful sorcerer yet, but you could easily tell Mammon to stay put like he's some sort of dog while you beat the life out of some poor demon. It took him thrashing around in place and using his demon form to break from your order. Let's hope you don't grow any stronger, or else he might not ever be able to break free.

Demons love bloodlust. It was inside them, it was in their morals, so pretty much only Mammon and the other demon's lackeys were trying to pry you off their boss. Once your seal on Mammon broke, in a flash he was behind you, gripping your waist and yanking you off the bloodied demon who looked like they were turning blue, by the way.

"Keep your money!" one of the other demons yelled while the first looked over their boss's wounds.

"We weren't going to pay you back in the first place!" you shout back as Mammon drags you out the door. You let him pull you into a dark alley away from the restaurant and grin at him when he finally lets you go. There's blood dripping from your nose and lots of scratch marks all over you from the demon's claws. You place your hands on your hips and beam, "One less group you owe money to! No need to thank me."

"What the hell was that?!" he hisses. "MC, I told you we were only there for food! Why'd you start a fight?!"

Your smile fades. You look confused. "They were bothering y-"

"They always do! I'm used to it, so what?!" Mammon stalks up to you, looming, eyes a bright, shimmering gold. "Keep your nose out of my business."

You furrow your brow and wipe the blood from your nose, a bit self-conscious that he mentioned it. "Then why tell me about your business? Why whine to me about how you owe all this money to so many different people?" You jab your finger into the demon's exposed chest, not caring if he snaps. "Why talk to me about your problems and then tell me not to care when I finally do something?"

"Because you're my friend!" he shouts.

"I was never your friend!" you scream. "You just used me like you use everyone else!"

"I do not do that! And don't you turn this around on me-"

"No, I will! You know I'm like this so why even try to befriend me?"

"Because I hoped you could change!"

"You're one to talk about change!"

The demon falls silent. In truth, both of you were in the wrong, but neither wanted to admit it. In one swift movement, you unclasp the matching keychain you share with Mammon from your phone and drop it on the floor, not before stepping on it as you leave. He stares at the pitiful thing, heart in shambles as he picks it up. With a deep breath, Mammon turns on his heel, silently begging for you to take this as a learning experience instead of using it to fuel your anger.

But again, he's one to talk about change, he thinks.

leviathan

There's blood all over the place. He's panicking, hurrily wrapping bandages around your bleeding abdomen and arms with shaky hands. He's in his demon form: a habit he's developed, you've noticed, when he's nervous or scared. Leviathan's eyes are frantic and he's constantly muttering "Oh god" over and over again under his breath. This was a common occurrence: him bandaging you up after you got into a fight, but never did you get into one where you came out this bad.

"Levi," you cough out, a bit of blood dribbling from your lower lip. "Levi it's fine, I'm okay!"

"You're dying!" he shrieks, applying more pressure to your stomach. "How did this even happen?!"

"I sort of got into a fight with a demon and... they had a knife," you explain sheepishly. "But it's cool!"

The demon gawks at you. He blinks a bit before furiously shaking his head and replacing your now blood-soaked bandages with clean ones. How you made it make to the House of Lamentation in this state, he'll never know. This same conversation usually happened more frequently than he'd like, but you're still reckless as ever. It was getting on his nerves.

"Just stay put! I'll- I'll go get Lu-"

His older brother's name isn't even halfway out of his mouth before you're clutching your side, trying to get up to assure him that you're fine. "N-no!" you gasp out. "No, don't do that. I'm okay, see? Perfect, in fact!"

"No, I'm going to get Lucifer," Levi insists, moving quickly, that is until you grab his tail and weakly tug on it. He turns, a bit offended, but he just stares meekly at your angry and sad exterior.

"No, please don't go tell Lucifer," you quietly beg. "He'll say the fight I got into was stupid-"

"The fight you got into was stupid!" Levi blurts out. "You-You're human! You're much more fragile than us, why do you go parading around like you can take on anyone and everyone?!"

"I don't know!" you lie. "But I did this for you. They-They were being mean to you, and-"

"And I'm used to it!"

"You shouldn't be!"

The two of you stand there in silence, you breathing hard and gripping your abdomen, Leviathan looking on the verge of tears. Were they angry tears? Sad tears? He doesn't quite know, but they start to pour down his face when you collapse to your knees, pulling your hand away from your stomach to see it covered in fresh blood.

When Leviathan compared you to his beloved anime protagonists, he didn't mean that you needed to go through the same motions as them, too.

"I don't need Lucifer," you mumble. Your breaths are loud and shallow. "I don't need anyone. I... I'm...."

You fall to the floor entirely and Leviathan screams his brother's names. He starts to blurt them out at random as he cradles you in his arms, starting with Lucifer and going down the line, hoping at least one of them will hear his cries for help. He's too weak, he's worthless. He can't save you, you're dead if one of his brothers doesn't show up.

Lucifer finds his younger brother cradling you in his arms. He's sobbing into your shoulder, nails digging into your arm. Levi weakly looks up, cheeks stained red from tears and hair a complete mess.

"Help them," he begs. "Lucifer please save them. I-I don't want to lose them. I can't lose anyone else."

Lucifer knows exactly who Leviathan's referring to when he utters that. He won't let that situation happen again.

satan

You weren't at school today. Satan looked for you in the halls, tip toeing over the taller students to try and catch a glimpse of your hair in the crowds, but there was no sign of you anywhere. He even asked Lucifer where you were, but even he didn't know.

He found out eventually. You were skipping class by hanging out deep in the forest behind the House of Lamentation. You sat in a big tree, straddling an even bigger branch as your fingers left ghostly impressions on the bark. You even resembled a ghost the way you sat there, flickering in and out of Satan's view thanks to the fading light of the moon.

"MC?" he tilts his head at you. "I couldn't find you at school today. Is this where you've been the entire time?"

You gaze down at your blond friend and shrug, a bit startled by his sudden voice. "More or less."

"Why didn't you want to come to school?" Satan sits his book bag down and leans on the base of the tree you sit on. "There must be a good reason?"

"Oh there is," you agree. "I didn't wanna go."

Satan blinks. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't feel like going." You stand, moving to climb higher into the tree. "Too much work. Didn't want the responsibility."

"MC, you need to come to school," Satan furrows his brow, puzzled. "How do you expect to get anywhere in life like this?"

"I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far, Satan." You look down at the demon with an unreadable expression on your face. "I thought you would have killed me by now. Either you or one of your brothers, so I'm not prepared for really anything."

Your eyes flick to the ground below you. "I've been thinking a lot recently, and I finally figured out why I felt so strange." You close your eyes and sigh, nestling back into a groove in the tree. "It's because I don't belong here. I want to go home Satan, and I don't care if you're worried about my education. I don't care period."

The demon is silent. He doesn't know what to say. He's overcome with an assortment of negative emotions, but he can't pinpoint just one. He thought you and him were good friends. Why didn't you want to stay with him? Why did you wait to tell him you felt like this?

It would be so much easier to just get angry instead of dejected, but Satan can't bring himself to be mad at you for something like simply wanting to go home. You were right; you didn't belong here. You're human. The lack of sun, distasteful-sounding foods, and little-to-no contact with other humans was getting to you. Satan wishes he could just deny caring for you. He didn't consider you a friend, he didn't feel guilty about you assuming that he would kill you in cold blood, and he wasn't saddened by the implication that you didn't want to stay with him. But all of those statements would be lies. Satan cares a lot about what you think of him. He doesn't want you, the one person who truly accepted him for his sin, to think he's some sort of monster. Even if that's what he thinks of himself.

You speak up again before Satan gets to. "Tell Lucifer I won't be home for dinner tonight."

asmodeus

You whimper lightly as Asmo dabs a wet cloth on your cheek, lips pursed and eyes focused. You couldn't tell if he was angry or not when you showed up at his door both battered and bruised, but you assumed he was probably really angry.

Your suspicions are correct when you reach out to grab Asmo's wrist and he slaps your hand away.

"No," he snaps, glaring daggers at your hand. "You came to me for help and I'm going to help you."

"I didn't," you half lie. "Not necessarily. I just... wanted to see you."

"While looking like you just got your ass beat?" he raises an eyebrow.

You sheepishly smile and Asmodeus groans. "You're ridiculous," he murmurs, then tapes a bandaid onto your cheek.

"I won the fight," you speak after a while. You didn't like the silence between you two. "I honestly thought they were gonna kill me," you breathlessly giggle.

Asmo doesn't say anything. He keeps cleaning up your wounds.

"I'm scared of your brothers," you admit, "but... they were talking bad about them. How Beelzebub's just a glutton, how Mammon doesn't care about anything other than money, how you...."

You don't continue. Asmo doesn't ask you to, either. He's pretty sure he knows exactly what those demons said. Those things have been said to him a thousand times before, he doesn't know why you took it so close to heart. It was sweet.

"Open your shirt," he orders, grabbing more bandages. "I saw how soaked it looked in blood. You're hiding a wound from me."

"You're very perceptive," you hum, then lie back on Asmo's bed. You can feel the deep gash on your side begin to ooze blood, but you're starting to get really sleepy.

"I'll buy you new bedsheets since your's are now all bloody," you yawn, then yelp when you feel a pair of ice cold fingertips on your stomach. Asmo unclasps your shirt, not caring if he breaks a few buttons or tears fabric. He's shaking and he knows it. He just hopes that you don't.

"Sorry."

You just hum, too tired to care. You try not to jerk or hiss when Asmo starts to feel around your cut. He's biting his lip, eyes filled with worry and hair a complete mess. He's kinda cute like this, you think. You've never seen him so focused on something. It's too bad that the thing he's focused on is a bloody wound.

"You're going to need stitches," Asmo tears off his blood-stained gloves after he finishes bandaging your stomach and tosses them to the side. "I'll steal the car and-"

"No."

He's already halfway out his bedroom door before you protest. The demon turns, eyebrow raised. "'No?'"

"No," you repeat. "I don't... what if...."

You can't pick the right words to fit your sentence. It's not like you're worried about Lucifer finding out what you did. In fact you couldn't care less on what he'd think of your actions. It's just.... You can't explain it. You don't trust him. Not like Asmo.

"MC," the blond demon starts. He has a frantic expression on his face. "If we don't get you to a hospital, that thing can grow infected." He points at the gash.

"Lucifer can't find out." You grimace as you try to stand. "Neither can the prince. No one but you can see me like this. I can't be seen as weak. I-"

"MC." Asmodeus repeats, staring at you. He doesn't meet your eyes. Instead, he's focused more on your cut. You look down, curious.

Wow. It was a really bad cut. It had already bled through the fresh bandages he gave you.

"Please," he whispers. "You're so wreckless all the time, MC. I don't want you to get hurt anymore. I want to help."

You don't say anything, but Asmo immediately knows your response when you take a small step towards him.

"I'll get the car," he says again. You just nod.

beelzebub

Beelzebub was no star student himself. He'd make passing grades, attend RAD as much as possible, and play his best in his games, but he wasn't the spitting image of an outstanding student. However when it came to you....

"Where's your work?"

Beelzebub quietly munches away on his 5th granola bar as his professor walks around collecting yesterday's assignments. They stopped at your desk, which quickly caught the orange-haired demon's attention.

"I don't have it," you say, nonchalant.

"Why not?" The professor presses on.

You shrug, meeting their eyes. "Because I didn't do it."

"Why not?" they repeat, louder this time.

"I didn't feel like it." You finish your sentence with a grin. "What's the point? Your class is boring anyways."

"You better watch your words with me, MC," the teacher sneers. Beel watches as they lean down, gripping your face roughly in their hand. Were teachers here allowed to touch the students like this?

"You might be friends with the Avatars, but that doesn't change how you're seen inside my classroom: a pathetic little excuse of a pupil. So either you pay attention in my class and turn in your work, or I fail you, and Lord Diavolo sends you back to your realm."

"For a teacher you're incredibly stupid." You shove the demon off of you, cheeky behavior gone. "Don't you get it? I don't even want to be here. Fail me for all I care, I'll get to go back to my old life which, though isn't the best, is a hell of a lot better than being some guinea pig for the prince of hell's exchange program."

Is that really how you see yourself? Beel thinks.

Beelzebub looks down at his desk when you move to stand. He hears you pick up your bag and sling it over your shoulder, then out the corner of his eye, catches you storming off towards the door.

"If you leave this classroom, MC-" the professor starts, but they never finish because you're already slamming the classroom door in their face. A couple of books fall off their shelves by how rough you were. Beel takes another bite of his granola bar.

He honestly thought you were pretty happy here. He tried his best to accommodate to your needs, especially after destroying your bedroom wall. He brought you snacks, always listened to you talk if you needed. Was he just not that good of a friend as he previously imagined?

The professor stalks back to the front of their classroom to continue their lessons. Beel glances up at them, then towards the door.

They wouldn't be upset if he skipped one class to check up on you, right...?

belpgegor

Honestly, Belphegor hasn't the slightest idea how he's doing so well in school. He sleeps all day, hardly ever studies, yet somehow aces all his tests. He's just gifted, he guesses. Maybe he should've used his gift to help you before it got this bad.

"Belphie!" you smile, picking your head up from your desk and giving the Sloth Avatar a big smile. Currently, you were in detention. This was your 3rd time being in here this week. It was really boring, but that's kinda the point, you think, so it adds up.

"MC," the demon nods, smiling back at you. He wanted to skip the formalities, but he didn't expect you to be so happy to see him. It was nice.

"Do you have detention, too?" you tilt your head, resting your chin in your hand. "Did they finally find your secret napping place?"

"Not yet," he hums, taking a seat on the teacher's desk in front of you. The doors were locked with a spell that only allowed people to enter, not exit, until the specified time limit was met. You still had an hour to go. Thank god Belphegor showed up, you swear you were about to die from boredom. You got tired of looking at the "inspirational" posters on the walls after the 50th time you read the words: "a human is more cunning than a demon, so challenge your brain to be able to catch one!"

You knew damn well that most demons were smarter than humans, and you didn't like the implication that demons actively ate humans. You should file a complaint to Lord Diavolo.

"So why are you here?"

"I missed you," he half-lied. He did miss you, but he also wanted to talk to you about your recent behavior. It was worrying him. Should he allow it to worry him? Probably not. He did kill you once, but he felt like this whole situation you've put yourself into was a product of his misdeeds.

"Haha," you sarcastically laugh before moving to stand up from your desk. You do a little twirl as you make your way over to the sitting demon. Hands resting on either side of him, you stand face-to-face with a now flustered looking Belphegor. You beam at the demon, your nose touching his.

"Why are you really here, Belphie?" you raise an eyebrow, still playfully smiling. "Did Lucifer send you to collect me? Were you just bored?"

Belphegor scoots farther back on the desk. If he looks into your eyes any longer he swears you'll be able to see all the guilt he's still harboring inside him.

"I needed to talk to you about something," he chews on the inside of his lip. "About how you're acting. Lucifer said you never acted like this before."

You shrug, standing straight. "I had a change of heart."

"Not a good one."

You can only stare at the demon. He was one to talk! He killed you, and now he was trying to play the good guy? You open your mouth to argue back, but Belphegor keeps going.

"If I did this to you then let me help. We can go study with Satan, I'll remind you to sleep on a normal schedule, I'll keep you from skipping cla-"

"I don't need your help," you mumble, sour taste on your tongue at that word. He pitied you, didn't he? He saw you as weak. Just a puny little human who couldn't do anything for themselves. He felt bad for you, for what he did to you, and now he's trying to fix his faults. You don't need fixing! You're perfectly fine!

"Nor do I want it," you finish. "I'm not just a human who you demons can push over. I won't work for you, I won't listen to you, and I sure as hell won't fall at your hands again. I'll die on my own accord this time."

Belphegor doesn't meet your eyes. For some reason, that pisses you off. "Look at me," you demand, softly at first. Then you lean in close to him until he has no other choice but to look at you.

Belphegor watches your eyes search his own for something that he doesn't want you to see. He doesn't make any moves to stop you, though.

"You're sorry for what you did, aren't you?" you whisper, sounding breathless. "You still see my blood on your hands whenever you look at me."

He doesn't answer.

"Do you ever stare at me when I'm not looking?" you ramble on, questions you've been keeping from him pouring out of your mouth. "Is that image still burned into your brain? Me struggling, screaming with your fingers around my neck? Your claws leaving gashes on my body? My blood seeping into the carpet? Your brothers' cries? Do you still hear them, Belphegor?"

You lean in close. Belphegor can feel your breath on his lips.

"The way Mammon sobbed, how Asmo pleaded for me to get up even though he knew I was dead. Are you satisfied that for once you left Lucifer speechless? Are you happy with the look of pure anguish you left on his face?"

He doesn't speak. You pull back from him, looking up at the Little D-shaped clock that rests above the teacher's desk.

"Well, I served my time." You move back to your desk, grabbing your backpack and smiling at Belphegor like both you and him weren't filled with sorrow.

"Thanks for keeping me company, Belph."

[chruper]

I'm here again with my favorite kind of one shot. A sickfic. And it's about my OCs as you might have guessed. I have a few more stories with them in my notes so I think I'll post them all, and more in the future. So here we go.

[•••]

Nick hardly ever got sick. But when he did, it hit him hard. Very hard. When he woke up that morning, he immediately knew he wasn't going to school. His head was pounding, every muscle of his body felt like it was about to rip at any moment. Not to mention his awfully stuffy nose and a sore throat. Yup, he definitely wasn't going to school. He didn't have much energy to get up, but he had to pee very bad. Unfortunately, being sick doesn't stop your body from having the basic needs. Nick slowly got up and immediately felt a shiver down his spine. He sluggishly went to the bathroom, did what he had to do, and went back to bed as fast as he could. Going to the kitchen for medicine wasn't his priority right now, even though he knew he should do it, he'd rather stay in bed. He did so, quickly falling asleep. After some time, he was brutally woken up by his ear-piercing ringtone. Of course it was Matt calling. He obviously noticed his boyfriend's absence and got worried. But who wouldn't, honestly. Nick reached over for his phone and picked up "Hey, why you callin'?" he asked, his voice sounded raspy, which Matt noticed straight away "Nick, dude, are you alright? You don't sound so good" he said, worrying about the other boy "Well I feel probably 10 times worse than I sound, but thanks for asking" Nick said and chuckled, which caused him to fall into a massive coughing fit. When he was done with the painful coughs, Matt spoke up "I'm going to come over after school, someone has to take care of you" he offered. Nick's parents were currently out of town, so he was all alone. Sure, he could use some company and maybe some help too, but he didn't want to be a burden and accidentally get his boyfriend sick "You know you don't have to do this? I'll be fine" he lied "I don't have to, but I want to. I'll be there at 3, see ya" Matt said as he ended the call, not giving Nick a moment to respond. Nick grumbled as he put his phone aside. He thought it could be a great idea to at least drink some water, so he got up, still covered in his blanket like in a cocoon, and went down to the kitchen. Although on his way there, his attention was driven to a couch. It was very appealing, so Nick thought laying down for few more minutes wouldn't hurt him. He settled himself and his eyelids immediately started to feel heavy. The last thing he remembered was a sight of ceiling getting more and more blurry as he slowly fell asleep again.

Apparently, it was way more than just a few minutes of sleep. And Nick's little nap would last even longer if not for Matt, who came knocking at the other's door. Nick slowly got up and went to open the door, still wrapped in a blanket of course. Was it only him or his whole house felt a lot colder than usual?

When Matt saw his boyfriend in his miserable state, a look of concern appeared on his face. Nick was pale, very pale. He always was, but now his skin was almost white. Accompanied with a red flush, from a fever probably, he was a walking picture of misery. "You look like hell" Matt commented. Nick groaned and just said "Thanks, I feel even worse" after which he let his boyfriend inside. Matt stepped in, setting the grocery bags down on the counter. He took cold medicine, cough drops and some snacks out of the bag and placed them on the coffee table next to the couch Nick was currently sitting on. The sick boy really looked miserable. He was shivering because of the fever, he was pale, and he had very visible eyebags. His look was certainly very pitiful. Matt sat down next to his boyfriend "Let me feel your forehead" he said, bringing his hand up to Nick's forehead "Man, you really are burning up" he stated "You should be in bed"

"Fine mom" Nick replied sarcastically. His sick state didn't stop him from being as sassy as always. Nevertheless, he stood up and went back to his bedroom to lie down. Matt stayed in the kitchen to make him some tea. When he was done, he took it to Nick's bedroom and there settled the cup on his boyfriend's nightstand. He also gave him the necessary medicine, which the other took without hesitation, then slowly finished drinking his tea.

After some time has passed, Nick fell asleep. Matt stayed by his side all the time, holding his hand, and occasionally changing the wet towel on Nick's forehead to ease his fever.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty" Matt said when his boyfriend woke up "Do you want me to make you something to eat?" he asked. Nick shook his head, sitting up. He could swear he felt even worse than before. His whole body felt like it was on fire, despite the earlier taken medicine, and there was a weird, heavy feeling in his stomach. He groaned in pain while clutching his stomach "I think I'm gonna-" he was about to finish the sentence, but got cut off by the sudden wave of nausea, which caused him to spring out of his bed and head straight to the bathroom. Matt followed after, wanting to be there for his boyfriend. After entering the bathroom, he found Nick on his knees, gagging into the toilet bowl. Matt crouched next to him, holding Nick's hair back with one hand, and putting the other on his sweat-covered back. After a few long minutes, Nick finally stopped throwing up and leaned back, melting into his boyfriend's arms. He started sobbing, being overwhelmed by his current state. Matt held him in his arms, assuring him that everything is alright and gently rubbing his back. When his hand found itself on Nick's neck, Matt realized that his boyfriend was abnormally warm, even more than before. He didn't want to disturb him, but he had to. "Nick, you have a fever" he said, on which the other replied with a single "Mhm"

"Come on, you'll feel better in bed than on the bathroom floor" Matt said, trying to guide his boyfriend to bed. He glanced at Nick's face and noticed how hazy he looked. He was probably too sick to process anything that was happening. When he was finally settled in bed, the only thing he wanted to do was sleep. "Look, I have to check your temperature. Then you can sleep. Sounds fine?" Matt asked, and Nick nodded. After he was done, he gave Nick another dose of his fever medicine. He expected him to just turn away from him and go to sleep, but instead he stretched his arms towards his boyfriend, suggesting that he wanted to cuddle. Matt smiled at the sight, getting under the covers with his boyfriend. "I love you" Nick said, already drifting away to sleep.

"I love you too, dork" Matt replied, smiling.

The two of them soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

[captainlevisteacup]

Okay, here we go!

Warnings: none

The Demon Brothers+Newly Dateable's Reactions to Bratty GN! MC Who Likes to Push the Limits

Lucifer

Is not amused.

King of "try it, I dare you"

"Are you REALLY going to play that way with me, MC?"

Endlessly irritated

The only reason he hasn't been pushed into his demon form is solely because of Diavolo, who finds their spunk amusing and would be unhappy if they were to be threatened or harmed

Of course, he still loves MC. That's not debateable

They just REALLY get on his nerves

Happens so frequently that he automatically KNOWS when MC is opening their mouth to say something bratty

Probably the second most irritated by it

Mammon

Is just flabbergasted

"Are ya dumb, or something, human? Ya know I could kill ya, right?"

Isnt particular annoyed by it, just more exasperated.

Has made it adamantly clear he can begrudgingly let other times slide, but they better listen to him if it's to keep them safe.

Does that stop MC?

Of course not.

*turns around to see MC wandered off yet again*

"MC I GET THAT YOU SUCK AT LISTENING, BUT DO YA REALLY HAVE TO HAVE A DEATH WISH??"

Eventually uses his lanyard keychain to tie MC's wrist to his because he refuses to get hung from the ceiling (again) because MC couldn't (wouldn't) listen

Satan

Even more irritated by it than Lucifer is

Who are they, a mere human, to push him like that?

Every time he sees that damned look on their face, he has to close his eyes and count to ten slowly before even thinking about speaking

Has been pushed into his demon form at least twice a week

MC thinks it's the funniest thing in the world

Asmo agrees. So does Levi.

When MC is in dangerous territory, Satan will slightly smile and call them Kitten

Which usually prompts MC to push further, being the dumbass they are.

MC around Satan is literally like fire around gasoline

Is easily the most bothered by MC's behavior

Levi

Meh.

Not that he doesn't care, it's just not too upsetting to him

The only thing MC could possibly do would be to ruin one of his possessions

ALTHOUGH

There was one time MC kept purposely mispronouncing anime names wrong (pokey man)

Yea, that was not a good day for ANYONE in the house

PDA works too

Usually ends with him screaming and running away

All the other brothers find that hysterical, even Luci even though he would never admit it

Asmo

Does not care.

He finds it endearing for some reason

Giggles every time MC pushes one of the brothers or says a sarcastic comment to someone

The King of Sass anyways so is totally into it

Sometimes helps you come up with sassy comebacks

Eventually ends up having competitions with MC to see who can be brattier

Beel

Is actually kinda hurt

Does MC not like him? Are they mad at him?

Eventually realizes they're like that to everyone

MC doesnt have the heart to keep doing it to him after they find out it hurt his feelings

Beel watches from the sidelines to make sure MC doesnt get hurt

Steps in if they go too far and are in danger (*cough* Satan *cough*)

Belphie

Has no problem with it

As long as you don't do it to him

"Don't test me, MC, I'm not awake enough for this"

Murder bean

If they tease him, he'll be super underhanded and passive aggressive about getting them back

Its hysterical to him if they open their mouth against Lucifer. Isnt even worried about their well being; not because he doesn't care, but because he knows they'll be fine.

If you mess with his naps, though

Oh, no

RIP MC

Diavolo

Takes absolutely NONE of it personally

MC could call him "Double D Diavolo" and he would think it's the funniest thing he's ever heard

Lucifer absolutely hates it if they try to tease or push Diavolo

Diavolo not only doesn't care, but he loves it

He sees it as friendly banter

Secretly loves that MC is comfortable enough with him to be bratty

Barbatos 🤨

Oho

If such a person with enough audacity to mess with him exists

He has to respect them

Not even the demon brothers would push him

So for a human to do so?

Mad respect

Is secretly the best as matching MC's level of sass

"What's up, Barbie?"

*silent pause*

"The only plastic I see here is you, MC."

Cue the slow clapping from Diavolo

Solomon😑

Whatever MC does to him, he will do right back to them

It's impossible to win

No mercy, will not hesitate to insult MC

Never gets mad, he is aware that's the reaction MC wants.

Refuses to give them the satisfaction of breaking his composure

Sometimes uses spells to make MC trip if they're irritated

Just to send them over the edge

Does more of the harassing than MC even does

Simeon🥺

Oh boy

Try as they may, MC just can't

Not because they aren't trying

Simeon is just immune

MC can't insult him. He just doesn't take anything as an insult

He's too pure for that

Infinite amount of patience

The only thing MC can do to him is make him flustered with *ahem* scandal

Like revealing/right clothes

Suggestive comments

It's the only thing that has any effect on him.

Sorry, MC

Luke😇

Too easy.

Easy target. The poor boy.

All MC has to do is make barking noises around him

He'll run squealing to Simeon

Who, in turn, just chuckles and tells Luke MC is just messing with him because they're friends

The brothers 10000% line up to watch MC harrass Luke

[haechanokeh]

Sincerity is Scary

[Sad ending] [Continuation & Happy]

synopsis: haechan and you are best friends who couldn't admit their feelings which frustrates them both and the people around the two of you

content: college au! haechan x reader

word count: 1.9K

warning: none

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You spit your coke - that didn't taste like one and coughed. you glared at haechan.

"what did you put in my coke?" you huffed. haechan gave you his innocent look.

"i don't know what you're talking about." he pouted.

"you put soy sauce in it right? i knew i should not leave my food and drinks when you're around." you said throwing tantrums.

haechan laughed and threw his arm over your shoulder and shoved a cold wet can of coke into your cheeks.

"here, drink this." he said, cooly. you rolled your eyes.

"you wasted money just to annoy me, seriously." you grunted.

"it's worth it though." he chuckled.

someone coughed and both of you just realized that you're with haechan's friends which your friends now.

"i thought you two forgotten we're with you." renjun used his sarcastic voice.

"both of you literally have your own worlds." jaemin added.

"i really don't understand why you're not dating here dude." jeno teased.

"what? hell no!" you said in unison.

you looked at each other, silently hurt. both of you felt awkward and haechan removed his arm from your shoulder. you opened the can of coke haechan gave.

haechan friends- renjun, jaemin, and jeno noticed the awkwardness between you. at first it was cute but it has been 3 years, they've been watching both of you and it was clear to them that you like each other. but what's stopping you and haechan from admitting it?

fear of the possibility of being wrong that you have mutual feelings for each other or that what happens if love vanishes because you'll never know. haechan is your childhood friend and your parents are really close there was a time you used to take a bath together when you're still toddlers. basically, you're so close with him and it'll be wasted.

you were lying on your stomach on haechan's bed while scrolling through your phone as you try to distract yourself from menstrual cramps. haechan is playing with his friends through his computer.

you shoved your face and groaned in pain because your menstrual cramp is an asshole! it was sever when it comes, it can make your head throb and your body is very weak. haechan heard you, the other side of his headphone wasn't covering his other ear. he looked back to check on you. he caught you massaging your abdomen.

"y/n?" brows furrowed in concern.

"hmm?" you just hummed.

"are you okay?" he worriedly asked, his hands were on the keyboard but he's not doing anything reason for jeno calling him out.

"haechan, what the hell dude?!"

"not really." you admitted. your in pain it was evident in your voice, face, and body.

haechan quickly removed his headphone and leave his gaming chair to go to you. you turned, your back is lying down now. haechan was staring at your hands on top of your lower abdomen.

"cramps again?" haechan knew how badly it gets when you're in menstruation. you nodded, you're almost tearing up.

he pitied you, he put his hands larger than yours and slightly rougher on top of the back of your palm. he's giving you a massage without directly touching your abdomen.

"you should've told me. wait here, i'll prepare the hot compress bag." he said and stood up.

"you have hot compress?"

"well, ahm.. mom bought it. wait here." he was lying, he bought it himself because he was traumatized 4 months ago where your cramp strike when you were in his house. that was the worst cramp that you ever experienced and it was in haechan's condo. since then, haechan stored napkins and bought hot compress.

haechan took care of you and he gave you his whole attention. he forgotten his game, left his computer open and friends hanging. but his friend already knew that you're always haechan's priority. haechan waited for you to sleep. it became a habit to you to sleep on haechan's arm and he's not bothered even though sometimes he couldn't feel his arm anymore because of numbness. he was jist staring at you as if you're the most precious thing he owns...

haechan saw his computer.

"sht." he cursed, he forgot he's playing. since you're already sleeping, he carefully removed his arm under your head. he went back to his seat and wore his headphone.

"sorry dude, y/n is not feeling well."

"your girlfriend?" jaemin teased. haechan just chuckle... bitterly.

"why don't you date her already?" jeno said.

"haechan, seriously you two look like dating already. why don't you just make it straight already?" renjun said.

haechan went silent. he couldn't count anymore how many times they tell this to him, but for him it was very hard. it wasn't easy, simply because it was scary. he thinks the same way with you, it's just scary of what's the difference of your relationship as friend vs lovers, that if it didn't work out because it's better to be just friends, then what will happen next? will you still become as comfortable with him? will he become as close to you as he used to? it's scary because both of you don't know what will happen so you both chose to hide it and keep it that way.

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it's your university's foundation, there will be a night party. you went inside with haechan but women quickly eyeing at him. who wouldn't? he's wearing a black leathered jacket, ripped jeans, and his hair that is quite long made him more four times sexier.

"haechan, i'll just get a fruit punch. do you want some?" you asked slightly louder than your normal voice because of the noise.

haechan who's enjoying the band's performance, gaze down at you and shook his head.

"no thanks. want me to come with you?" he asked. you just shook your head saying that he doesn't have to. he just nodded and went back enjoying the performance.

you left him and go to the catering buffet just to grab fruit punch and quickly went back to where you left him but you stopped from walking when you saw him with another girl, standing beside him where you left. they were talking intimately, and it was painful. imagine jeno punching your stomach, yes! with those arms and strength, that's the scale of pain.

unware, the three boys- renjun, jeno, and jaemin watching the drama while munching the shared bag of chips.

"she will cry." jeno bet.

"nah, she will push the girl." jaemin contradict.

"tsk, no." renjun grabbed a handful chips from the bag earning a glare from the two. "she will confess." jeno and jaemin eyes bulge out for renjun being ridiculous, at least for them.

"her? that's not gonna happen." jaemin said. renjun rolled his eyes.

"as if she will push the girl jaemin, y/n isn't like that."

well they all agreed and returned watching the drama while eating chips. yeah, they are eating chips in the room with a catering service.

you walk, heart-pounding loudly and hands shaking while holding the cup. you silently stood beside haechan hoping that he will notice you, unfortunately, he didn't. you disappointedly sipped on the paper cup.

you were silently and listening to their conversation- well you are trying your best because the loud music made it harder for you. they were like getting to know each other kind of questions.

you're getting annoyed so you sneakily held haechan's hand. he quickly whipped his head down to you. he gazed at your hands then to you who looking straight to the band. when haechan realize it was you, warm electricity traveled in his whole system. the random girl saw everything, so she concluded that you and haechan are dating.

"well, I have to go to my friends... ahm bye." the girl nervously and quickly walked away. haechan didn't mind her, he was just staring at you.

"is she gone?" you looked up to face haechan who was seriously looking at you.

for some odd reason, his expression made your heartbeat fast not in a fluttering way but it made you nervous.

"let's talk outside." he told you sounding a little disappointed. both of you walk while holding hands.

and the 3 guys? saw that and was jumping on their feet and slapping each other in excitement.

"dude, dude! they will finally date!" jaemin said

"finally my frustration will end now." renjun said, he sighed in relief hands on top of his chest. "but why do i feel something ominous." he said feeling unease.

"don't jinx it." jeno groaned.

you and haechan were outside the hall, away from the crowd and noise. haechan let go of your hand and face you.

you were looking nervous and he.. he's sad and disappointed.

"i will never date a friend." haechan directly told you that you didn't expect to hear.

the atmosphere was tense and it's like the heaven and hell compressing you made you feel so small. you were deeply hurt but you didn't allow haechan to see that. you masked it with a laugh.

"why are you telling me that? wah... you think i will date you? yikes." you were laughing and it looked so real. you badly want to cry but don't want to. you were disappointed that you were right. you're just too close, his actions to you are equally no different to a friend.

haechan? like he was hurt. he was asking himself why did he say that? it wasn't real but he was also asking himself, why did you say that? it was written all over your face no matter how many emotions and expressions you put in your face, you were deeply hurt.

"well, i thought you were falling for me already." he grinned. you rolled your eyes.

"in your dreams." yeah, only in dreams.

"let's go back?" haechan asks holding in the pain in his chest. you gave him a smile.

"you go back first, i'll just go to the toilet." holding back your tears. the toilet is in the opposite direction from the room.

haechan just nodded and left you, parting ways. you turned your back and released every single emotion as you walked quickly towards the toilet room.

haechan with a heavy heart went back to the room. his friends approached haechan, hugging him and playfully pushing him.

"congrats dude!" renjun said cheerfully. haechan's forehead creased.

"what?"

"dude, you're finally dating y/n!" renjun said. but they saw haechan's face, it doesn't look like you were dating already. their smiles fell and turned into disbelief.

"what?! how?!" jeno exclaimed.

"just, i don't know." he shrugged.

"it's your fault, you jinxed it" jaemin amused that it was really jinxed by renjun. renjun gripped his own hair in frustration.

so why did haechan lie?

he realized that his world is small because the only person in it is you and that's not good. but he never wanted to lose you. at the same time haechan with the same reason that he always says in his mind. if things don't work out, someone will definitely leave. he couldn't bear that.

does it make sense? no. he's just convincing his self that this is why you don't like to date y/n.

sincerity is hard to give especially if you overthink things. as the song said, questioning why can't we just be sincere? it so easy but why is it hard for us? well, there are times that when we choose sincerity we ended up being vulnerable. the idea of being hurt is scary but you know what either way it's painful but it was extra painful when you became sincere because you know you became true to yourself but weren't accepted.

there will be another part, continuation but for people who don't like sad ending life me 😿

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

GET IN THE RING.

Angel Reyes x Reader

Anon asked: angel reyes x reader in which a fight (you two are like frenemies) leads to sex

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: NSFW, smut.

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 💘

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You break in laughter because of one of the bad jokes that Tranq usually does. You're sitting on the couch with your legs over the next table with a beer between your hands. Taking a break from car scrapping. Bishop and Taza are playing pool talking loudly about the last trip they did, cause they almost fucked up but, as always, they safely made it home. Some motorbikes ride the front yard, parking next to the others. And you don't give it any importance listening to the boys laughing, till you hear a hard crash. Your heartbeat stops for a while. Everyone inside the clubhouse is staring at you. Your blood starts to boil, jumping off of the sofa to run towards your car.

Angel is pale. So pale, trying to cover whatever that happened. EZ, Coco and Gilly don't know where to hide themselves. You notice the strange way his motorbike is parked.

“I swear I'm gonna fix it!” Angel is terrified, and you can see it on his face.

You two have never been best friends, more like co-workers who respect each other. But sometimes, you want to kill him. For example, right now, you definitely want to kill him. The rest of the crew is behind you, shaking their heads while Bishop rubs his temple. Your car is the most precious possession you have, being the last present that your father gave you before he died. You love the car as you could love your own child. So, a tear is running down your cheek when you push him away.

On the left side of the bumper is a dent without paint and the headlight is smashed. You kneel with your trembling hands trying not to touch the bodywork. Your Mustang is an old model, so fixing it is going to cost you a lot of money and time. Especially for the painting. You could destroy his bike as payback, but even if you know it is an accident, you need some kind of revenge.

“Get in the ring.” You say in a whisper, with your eyes fills of tears and a hoarse tone of voice in your throat.

“What?” He asks, chuckling.

And that only makes everything worse. Getting up, you tangle your fingers on his shirt.

“Get. In. The. Fucking. Ring”. You repeat. Slowly. So close to him that you could touch his lips with yours.

“He said he's gonna fix it, mami.” Coco intermediates, trying to calm the situation.

“I'm not gonna fight with ya.” Angel says, removing your grip on his shirt.

You smile softly, licking your inner lip, before hitting his nose with your right fist. The oldest Reyes falls to the floor, and even if Taza and Tranq try to catch you, you're faster than them. Practically jumping on top of him to continue hitting him. And Angel tries to defend himself, punching you on your abdomen, to make you fall by his side. There's blood on his face and you can't breathe well, coughing for a second, before the Mayans manage to get you up and separate you from the other.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Reyes, I swear!”

“It was a fucking accident, you’re fucking crazy! You broke my nose!”

“‘I’m gonna break you something more! Let me go! Let me go!” You yell at him, squeezing under Tranq's strong arms.

Two shots in the air have your attention, freezing your blood and moves. You turn to Bishop, with an arm raised up and his gun in his hand. He looks upset and you understand him. But they should think about how they would feel if someone crashed their bikes. Tranq finally lets you go, fixing your shirt when he does.

“Angel you're not gonna ride till her car is fixed.” Bishop declares.

“What?”

You chuckle in silence because, at least, it's something.

“And you...” The president points at you, while you cross your arms and lift your chin with some pride on the gesture. “You're gonna fix him up.”

“What? He has two hands, what the hell, Bishop? He can do it by himself!” You claim with a frown.

“Don't yell at me again, you hear me? Shut the fuck up and do it.” His voice is so calm that it scares you more than anything.

You swallow, cleaning your tears with the back of your hands, full of anger. With a simple nod, you walk towards the clubhouse through the open door. And you can hear the heavy steps of the oldest Reyes following you cautiously, in case that you try to punch him again. Crossing the hallway to the main bathroom and opening the medical kit, you grab some cotton, two stitches and a bottle of surgical alcohol.

“Sit.” You just say, pointing to the toilet.

“Hey, I'm truly sorry.” He replies as he follows your instructions.

“Shut up.” You try to breathe, long enough not to hit him again.

Kneeling again and making you some space between his legs, you wet the cotton in alcohol breaking it into two pieces, for every hole. Angel growls closing his eyes hard, and you could have been more careful but it's part of your revenge. The nose isn't broken but, even so, you stick one of the stitches on the bridge of it pulling the skin closer, hoping that it also helps with cutting the bleeding.

After it, with some more cotton you clean his face. He sighs for a moment, grabbing your wrist to grab your attention.

“Coco pushed me and my bike fell on your car. I know, I know what it means to you, and I'm truly sorry, (Y/N).” He says then with a soft tone.

You let go of his hand, shaking your head as if you wanted to downplay it, because it doesn't have much more solution. Getting up, you clean your hands with water and soap in the sink, drying them on a towel. But, when you're about to leave the bathroom, Angel closes the door on your face.

“Could you please talk to me? Say something. Whatever.” He demands, sounding... desperate?

“Like what? Like that I'm fucking tired of all your foolishness and your actions without thinking?”

“It. Was. An. Accident.” He defended.

“Then fix it, and stop pissing me off.” You try to open the door again, but he closes it. “You're still doing it.”

“'Forgive me?” He asks, starting to make you lose the little patience you have left.

“No.”

“Then, you're not going anywhere”. Angel rests his back against the door, locking it, cross-armed.

“Fine! You got it! Now, let me go. I have work to attend to.”

“A kiss.” He says pointing at his cheek while he leans towards you.

You snort rubbing your eyes with two fingers, shaking your head for a while.

“If you turn your face, I'm gonna rip off your balls.” You threaten him, before holding his chin to press your lips over his beard. “Now, let me go.”

“Another one.”

“Angel, I am not in the mood to play one of our ga...”

He interrupts by kissing you. At first, you can't move. You don't have any reaction. Only your mouths pressed against the other. And you want to run away when your cheeks start to redden, but he locks you between his body and the closed door.

One of his hands travels to a side of your neck, with his lips tasting yours slowly, and his free arm surrounding your waist. No, you can't run away from him, and you're not even sure if you want to do it. Your mouth and your desire betray you, falling into his claws. He puts the hand on your nape wrapping your throat, straining one leg between yours. His knee pushing you to the limit, rubbing your crotch, while you fight against yourself to not moan, drowning every one.

“I bet you're fucking wet.” He whispers against your lips.

“I'm more dry than the desert, Reyes.” You say back, pushing him away with both hands on his chest.

You're trying to recover your breath, resting your weight against the door. But you're not gonna open it.

“Okay... Plan ‘b’.” He nods chuckling, before lifting you up, hitting your back to the wood and his fingers nailed on your ass.

His lips are now attacking your neck, sucking, biting and licking your skin till you finally set free a heavy gasp with a hand on his head, pushing him closer. His waist is moving between your legs, looking for more friction to satisfy his hunger. One of Angel's hands travels to the aperture of your work jumpsuit, straining it inside the clothes. Sliding his middle finger in you, making you growl, he laughs against your lips.

“You fucking liar.” He mutters fingering you faster, with the clear intention to make you scream out his name. “Don't be so fucking proud, mi dulce... Ask me to fuck' ya.”

His orbs are burning with lust, as are yours. You swallow your saliva, with your mouth next to his, looking how much he's enjoying pounding you and adding a second finger.

“Shit, Angel.” You leaned your head back against the door.

“What'? You wanna cum, huh?” He asks playing with your mind, dragging his teeth over your collarbone.

Yes, you want to cum. You need it. His hand are fucking you so hard that you can't fight against your body and every reaction he provokes on it. Devouring his lips desperate, moving your hips above his fingers feeling more needy than ever, while his tongue finds yours pressing it.

“Cum for me, mami... C'mon.” Angel begs with his forehead resting against yours, shaky breath and eyes closed. He really wants it, and you too.

“Harder, papi... Do it harder.”. You ask him, taking it as a command.

His fingers moving deeper, pounding you as hard as you ask 'cause your wishes are an order to the oldest Reyes. Your legs trembling, his darkest gaze on yours and you biting your inner lip. Moaning louder, Angel has to cover your mouth with his free hand, feeling the orgasm running all over your body.

“Oh, god, Angel!” You drown against his palm.

He laughs in silence, sinking his face on your neck, satisfied with the result. You hate him. You hate him so much, and he's gonna pay for it. Three knocks on the door push you two out of your own atmosphere, claiming for your attention.

“This is not what I meant when I said ‘fix him’. Get back to work!” Bishop says between laughters, before walking away from the bathroom.

“I'm gonna fuck you inside your car, when I fix it.”

“You better do, Reyes.”

“Fix your car, or fuck you, mi dulce?”

[yeongalaxy]

A Rose with The Thorns - Ch. II.

The night is bright, the moon shining above one of the frat houses where the party is being held. The music that's blaring out of the massive speakers in the corners of the even more massive living room is literally ripping off Nina's ears, but she loves it.

She hasn't been to a party in a long time, and she feels really relaxed now. Alcohol slowly, but surely takes over her body and her mind relaxes even more. Boys are actually nowhere to be seen, especially Yeonjun, who stormed away from them as soon as they entered the house.

'Why does he have to be like that?' Nina thinks to herself as she finishes down her third, or maybe even fourth drink, she's not quite sure. She looks around and her eyes land on Soobin chatting with some friends in the dinning room.

Small smile creeps in the corner of her lips as she makes her way to him. ''Hey you, I was looking for you, you just disappeared'' she says loudly once she comes to Soobin and his friends. ''I was getting us something to drink'' he hands her a nice, black cup filled with the drink she's been drinking all night.

''Wow dude, you didn't tell us you have a girl'' one of the boy says, and Nina pays attention to them for the first time that night. She gives him the confused look, processing what the boy said. Once the words came to her brain, she just laughs. ''Oh no, we're not together. She's my best friend'' Soobin chuckles, looking at Nina.

''Oh, so it means. So you're single then, is that so sweetheart?'' the boy winks at Nina, making her blush a little. Although alcohol has increasingly taken over her body, Nina is pretty sure she doesn’t want absolutely any one-night stands.

She just laughs it off and looks at Soobin. ''Come on you tree, I wanna dance'' she pulls on his arm, wanting both of them to go have some fun. Soobin laughs, greets the boys saying he'll talk to them later, and makes his way to the dance floor.

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It's way past 2 in the morning and Nina feels like she'll fly. Dancing all the time and drinking was a feeling she missed so much that she now has to make up for it after so much time. The feeling of the sudden heat of her body made her pull herself off the dance floor and out of the house into the fresh air. The night was beautiful, every star in the sky could be seen.

Nina sits on one of the benches a bit away from the house and looks up at the sky. She checks her phone to see the time and if she has any unread messages. She's a bit surprised seeing that no one sent her anything, so she just puts her phone back in the pocket of her jeans.

The boys are nowhere to be seen again, all of them went somewhere, basically leaving her all alone, but she didn't mind it at all. She had so much fun by herself too. After some time, she sees a familiar face coming towards her. She couldn't see so properly since her sight was a bit blury because of such amount of the alcohol.

''Hey there'' the boy she saw earlier sits next to her on the bench. ''Hey'' she says, smiling. The boy checks her up and down, slightly biting his lips. ''What are you doing out here?'' he asks, his question making Nina's eyes turn to his. ''I was getting some fresh air, but I think I might go inside now'' she slowly starts standing up, but his hand wrapping around her wrist stops her in her actions.

''Why are you going? I just want to talk to you'' he smiles, still holding her wrist. ''But I don't'' Nina states, trying to get away, but the boy isn't letting go.

''Will you please let me go?'' she asks politely, looking him in the eyes. The boy stands up, the height difference being huge between them.

''Why? I just want to talk with you sweetheart'' he says calmly, taking a step closer to her, which makes her take a step back.

Nina tries to pull her arm out of his, but his grip is just too strong for her. So strong it starts hurting her. ''Please let me go, I'll scream'' she looks at him, taking one more step back as he takes a step closer to her again.

The boy is completly ignoring her, smirking nicely while looking at her lips and biting his own.

''Come on, fucking let me go'' Nina starts sobbing, desperately wanting someone to see what's going on and help her, but no one does. Everybody just seem so busy with other stuff.

''Dude, are you going to let go or do I have to make you?'' a familiar voice makes her look in the way it was coming from. Her eyes lit up as she sees Yeonjun standing just few meters away from them, his arms crossed on his chest.

Nina tries to pull harder on the boy's grip, but he's not letting her go. ''Come on'' the boy mutters to himself rolling his eyes, then looks at Yeonjun who's just standing there, being completely unbothered by the situation. ''You have two options. You either let her go right now, or I make you do it. Your choice'' Yeonjun calmly says, not even looking at Nina.

''Yeah? Let me see it then Choi'' the boy smirks, gripping Nina's wrist harder, which makes her whine. Yeonjun just rolls his eyes, and in the next moment, the boy is laying on the grass, sobbing in pain. ''Damn'' Yeonjun mutters shaking his hand in slight pain, then looks at the girl standing there and holding her wrist.

''Let's go'' he holds his hand out, which makes Nina's eyes open wide. She doesn't hesitate a moment before she reaches his hand, wanting to be away from there as soon as possible. Yeonjun starts walking away, leaving the boy still laying on the grass.

Nina looks one last time at the boy before she looks at her hand intertwined in Yeonjun's.

Once they reach his car, he opens the door for her and she sits in. She's so confused, but so happy that he's here. Alcohol is still present in her mind, but all she can think about is the way he looked at her when he held his hand out for her.

''Are you okay?'' he asks as soon as he sits in the car. ''No'' she admits, feeling her eyes filling with tears. ''Let me see'' he takes her hand in his and looks at her red wrist. ''This is going to leave a bruise in the morning, we better take care of it'' he adds, then moves his hands away from hers.

The ride home was silent.

Nina's feelings are way too mixed to even think straight.

She's angry at all of them for not being with her, but she's happy that at least one of them was there for her. And it had to be Yeonjun.

''Does it hurt?'' he asks her while wrapping her wrist in a bandage. ''A bit'' she whispers, trying not to look at him so much.

Come to think of it, this is the first time he has a normal interaction with her, and she's way too surprised.

She looks at his navy blue hair, which suits him so well. She wants to touch it so badly, but she can't. Then she looks at his hands that are carefully taking care of her wound. She feels her heart beating faster, and she just can't help it.

''Why do you hate me?'' her tongue is just faster than her brain.

''What?'' he looks up at her, making eye contact.

He's confused, but realizing he's looking at her for too long, he coughs and looks down again.

''I, uhm... It's over. Just make sure you don't move your hand too much'' he says nervously, then stands up and quickly goes to his room, leaving Nina behind with the unanswered question...

HIIII GUYSSS. I am finally able to possttt I'm sooo hhaappxyyy. I'm sorry I didn't post before, I was just busy with college and I had to study for my exams. I'll try to write another chapter pretty soon so please enjoy in this one and give it a lot of loveee.💜💜💜💜💜💜