if there are any mistakes left bear with me my hand is cramping sorry

Please never again

(Teamiplier x sister!reader)

Originally posted by nikkilovesturtles

Request: Could you do another version of “Not In My House” where there’s a bit more angst? I really like how you wrote that, and the idea of it, and think it’d be super cool to see where you took an angsty form of it.

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this thanks for the request noonie.

Not In My House


“You’re not going and that’s FINAL!” Mark yelled obviously completely done with this argument. He never lost his cool so him yelling was rare. “I hate you.” You spat out with menace in your tone, you stomped towards your room and slammed the door. Quickly wiping any angry tears that slid down your cheeks you texted your friend telling them the plan for the night. You were still going to that party even if you had to sneak out. You ignored Mark’s meager attempts at trying to talk to you and get you out of the room. He sighed obviously exasperated at the attempt and left you alone after a few hours.

When you heard Mark’s friends come through the door it didn’t stop you. You had already made up your mind, and once you got the text from your friend you were ready. Dressed for the night you snuck out through the window ignoring any chat they had downstairs, obviously asking about you. You quickly ran to your friend’s car and speed off. With no care in the world.

It had been a few hours and as Mark and his friends realized how late it had gotten, Amy decided to check on you. She quietly walked up the stairs and knocked a soft knock on your empty bedroom door. “Hey (N/N), it’s Amy you wanna come join us?” She asked and awaited a response. Receiving none, she knocked again a little louder. When that didn’t work she decided to crack open the door which was unlocked. As she peered into the dark room to see a lumpy form in the covers, she assumed you were asleep and shut the door. “She’s asleep,” Amy stated as she sat back down next to Mark. With a nod, he turned his attention back to the movie on the screen. Another hour passed before Mark got a call from an unknown number. He answered after it had called insistently many times. With an exasperated sigh, he answered “Hello” “Hello is this Mark Fischbach?” A woman on the phone asked. “Yes this is him,” he said with a confused look as the crew looked at him mirroring the same expression. “This is a nurse from Thomason Emergency.” She said “we’re calling in regards to your sister (Y/N) since you are her legal guardian. She’s been in an accident and is badly injured.” The woman continued and Mark’s stomach dropped a look of horror dawning on his face. “What, what kind of accident, how bad?” He rambled. “A three-way collision from a drunk driver, she is in surgery but you are needed here.” The woman’s voice spoke, “Oh god, I thought she was home.” He mumbled as he wiped his face. And avoided looking at any of the crew’s panicked stares. “I know this is very scary to hear sir, but it’s very important that you are here right away.” The voice sympathized, he nodded meekly as he answered a quick “I’m on my way. Thank you.” And hung up quickly getting up to grab his things. “I have to go,” Mark mumbled and began leaving the room. The friends shared a look and got up quickly from their seats. “What happened?” Tyler said trying to get Mark to calm down for a few seconds to explain. “It’s (Y/N).” He said as he searched for his wallet and keys. “What do you mean? (Y/N) is upstairs.” Ethan jumped in. “No, she snuck out,” Mark said with a panicked look. “She got into an accident and she’s hurt bad.” Mark stated as he had finally found his keys. “I have to leave,” Mark said as he made his way to the door. “Wait let us come with,” Amy said and grabbed his hand. A pleading look on her face. Mark who wasn’t thinking straight wiggled out of her hold. “Meet me at Thompson emergency.” He said and ran off leaving them with a worried stare as they too piled into the car and drove behind him.

Mark had sat for what felt like hours in that small and cramped chair, waiting for any slight news. He felt the fear bottling up in his chest and he bounced his leg up and down quickly, not being able to sit still. Amy sat next to him with a hand intertwined with his. She shared a look of worry, they all did. Mark’s worry had reached high levels and his guilt stepped in too. He recalled the last thing you had told him after the fight and he began to think you actually meant it. He hadn’t realized that tears were falling down his face till Amy began rubbing circles with her thumb on his hand. No one had talked for a long time, and as Mark continuously paced around the room it felt like hours had gone by. When the doctor finally came in and explained the results and situation. Mark’s heart lifted a bit. As the doctor explained that the surgery went well and there was no internal bleeding mainly head trauma and that you’d be out for a while because of heavy sedation, Mark felt himself sigh and let Tyler and Amy handle the questions. The doctor stated only one person was allowed to stay with you and Mark of course quickly nodded. He stepped in as and his heart dropped. The wires and many bandages wrapped around any cuts and deep gashes filled his heart with dread. “Oh God (N/N).” He sighed out and quickly sat next to you, taking your hand into his. New tears flowed down his cheeks and he sniffled. “I’m sorry (N/N), I’m so sorry.” He rambled. He kissed your head and sat there by your side for the whole night. He tried sleeping in that small non-reclining chair, but his mind couldn’t stop racing.

It was another few hours that lead up to the early afternoon when you woke up. A strangled groan being the first thing that left your lips as Mark quickly reacted with a panicked and relieved look. “Hey bug, hey you’re okay” he reassured and smiled a little. “Ma-Mark?” You asked with a confused look. He looked so awful with dark bags under his eyes and greasy disheveled hair. “What happened?” You asked and looked around noticing the tubes in your left arm. And the bandages wrapped around your arm. The dull ache from you head was still there and the bright light hurt your eyes. “You were in a car accident (N/N),” Mark said with a look of sadness in his eyes. “I almost lost you…” he mumbled and brought you into a crushing hug. “I’m sorry.” You breathed out. “It’s fine I forgive you, I’m just so glad you’re okay.” He sighed out and his hand cradled your head as he kissed your forehead. When it was finally visiting hours the crew piled in excited to hear that you were okay and on the road to recovery. They came bearing so many gifts from a bear to balloons and candy. Amy hugged you quickly “you nearly gave me a heart attack (N/N).” She said and kissed your head. The guys gave you another round of strong hugs or more like holds. And Kathryn came and smiled at you. “I’m so happy you’re okay. You had us all scared to death.” She said and hugged you. “I’m so sorry guys” you mumbled tearing up a bit. They ignored the mistakes and grief, focused on the now. The present, that you were going to be alright. Mark stayed at the hospital and didn’t leave for a good while till you forced him to shower. He fussed over you profusely insistent that you wouldn’t leave his sight ever again (not that you were planning on sneaking out ever again). And the team visited every day staying as long as they could. Mistakes were made but you were learning from them. And Mark and the entire group would be there for you.

Was This Really A Good Idea? (Wrestling Au, Brohm)

Based on a post I made a long time ago. I finally managed to finish it eventually. I’m eventually going to make more chapters. I hope you enjoy.


“I’m not so sure Luke, I mean we could always stay at home and wait for-” Luke placed a finger on Bryce’s lips, hushing his words.

“Fuck that, how long has it been since we seen Jonathan in person? Way too fucking long, plus he promised us front row seats! Please Bryce, do it for our little man?” Luke nearly begged for Bryce to go and he doesn’t blame him. Ever since Jonathan rose in the ranks of wrestling, neither Bryce nor Luke had seen their former roommate unless it was on a television screen. H2O Delirious was his stage name, and he was known to “drown” his enemies into concussion which was very well fitting to his maniacal persona. In reality, when he was just regular Jonathan, he was pretty laid back, he tended to stumble upon his vocabulary, and he certainly has one contagious laugh. The idea of catching up with his friend again was very tempting.
“Well Luke…”
“Jonathan and I agreed that if you go, he’ll treat us for dinner after his match.”
“Sold!”


And that was how Bryce ended up in a stadium with Luke and a few thousand other people, holding a large box of popcorn. He was not a huge fan of wrestling but if watching an entire match of sweaty men beating each other up will make Luke and Jonathan happy, then so be it. For the first few matches he barely paid attention to the ring since his friend was not up until later. It was boring to say the least; he almost fell asleep if it wasn’t for the fact that they could catch him on National television at any point in time. Eventually Luke began to nudge him a little roughly.
“Here he is, that’s our boy! Yeah baby!” he cheered. Bryce looked up to see a man wearing a blue wife beater and black shorts, pumping his fists to the crowd as he walked up to the ring. Despite his face concealed by the cheap hockey mask, Bryce could easily tell that was Jonathan getting ready to beat the shit out of whoever was coming. Even though he didn’t like wrestling, he was extremely proud of Jonathan. The guy was obviously stronger than he looked and faced a thousand more horrors than Bryce could count, yet he managed to toughen up and still be that grinning man he always knew and loved. Not long after, he heard the announcer grab the crowd’s attention,
“In the other corner, this man is fierce! He will take on any man who dared to stand in the way of his victory; he is the one and only OHMWRECKER.” It did not take long for Bryce to choke on his popcorn from what he saw (which he prayed the cameras did not catch that). Like his friend, the opponent wore a mask as well, except it was white with a large Ohm symbol on it. For a moment, he wondered how the man could see, until he spotted the barely noticeable eyeholes. What made Bryce lose his composure was the fact the man was…not bad looking. Sure Jonathan too, but he never seemed to feel anything that special towards him. Not only that, Bryce KNEW at the last second, Ohmwrecker looked towards him, although he was also pretty sure that nobody would believe him if he ever said that to anyone. Luke raised an eyebrow as if to say-

“Bryce, are you alright? It sounded like a dick sucking went wrong.” He quickly waved it off once he managed to stop coughing.

“No, no it’s nothing. Wrong hole, that’s all.” Luke did not seem to believe any of that bullshit, yet he turned around to continue watching the match. It appeared that the match had already started and they were throwing punches, kicks, and grabbing at each other with little to no mercy. The two wrestlers were going all out in order to win the championship and everybody loved it. For once, Bryce had his full undivided attention to the fighters and cheered for Jonathan or Delirious in that case. He knew what Delirious had to sacrifice in order to be here today. He gave up his easy life with his friends, family and had to eventually overcome his fear of flying in order to pursue his dreams of having the belt of glory. For that, he gave his friend the highest respect he always deserved.

“Go Delirious, go!”


It turned out the match ended in a close tie according to the officials and they would have to reschedule a new match in the same ring. There were many disappointed people, but Bryce and Luke didn’t seem to care as they were lead towards their friend’s prep room. The guard knocked on the poor, announcing their presence with a quick “come in” from Jonathan. Once they were inside, the wrestler took off his mask in a swift motion and scooped his friends in a bear hug.

“Glad to see you motherfuckers are doing well!” he exclaimed with a genuine laugh.

“I could say the same to you too, brother. It took a bit of convincing but I got Bryce here too and we all know he doesn’t like sweaty people and cramped up rings.” Luke proved his point by Jonathan pretending to pull Bryce to his armpits only using half of his strength to tug him, making the blonde man struggle and yell out,

“Don’t you put your stinky underarms at my face; I can smell it from here! Have you ever heard of a shower?!” Eventually the older man rolled his eyes and let go, taking a seat on a stool, while Bryce acted as if he escaped a gas chamber.

“Aight, man you win for now, better sleep with one eye open though. By the way, I have NO IDEA what this thing is you call ‘a shower’” He winked; Bryce shuddered in disgust, not wanting to think about his friend pranking him in the middle of the night just like the old days. Luke sat down on another chair, sitting back with his arms crossed.

“So Jon, how do you feel about this match and all this tie stuff? I honestly thought you had it right there with that nasty punch you had at the last minute.” Jonathan had a conflicted look on his face, trying to remember what he heard from the judges.

“Well apparently we inflicted equal damage and the same amount of punches, plus the fact that we hadn’t even attempted to go for a pin. I think the judges just want us to fight more or something like that, I wouldn’t know. Man, to be honest this Ohmwrecker guy is the most difficult opponent I have ever faced. He’s just so damn good, but I give respects to him though.” Luke leaned forward in his seat out of interest with Bryce listening with his full attention as well.

“Not that it’s a bad thing to respect your opponents but any reasons why?” Bryce asked,

“You see, I talked with him before the match started. How could I describe it…?” Jonathan narrowed his eyes in concentration, trying to form the words he wanted to say, “This Ohmwrecker guy and I are pretty alike, we don’t show our faces to anyone, and we sure as hell don’t give anything about our lives either. He has his reasons and I have mine.”

Bryce was intrigued to ask more questions about Ohmwrecker, unfortunately out of all times he needed to go.

“Sorry Jon, but have you seen the nearest bathroom?” Bryce asked his words were rushed. Mother Nature was calling and she wanted him to hurry his ass up to the nearest urinal. The wrestler pointed down the hall, but before he could explain, Bryce was already out the door, running. 
“Bryce you crazy son of a bitch!” that was the only thing he heard from his friend before he was out of earshot. 

He aimlessly walked in the general direction of where the bathroom was located, he thought maybe, just maybe he made a slight mistake and should have turned back, but he was already in far deep in, he was not sure he would have made it in time if he asked directions. He hastily opened doors left and right, hoping for the best on each one without any luck. Eventually he opened a door and he heard water running. He felt blessed as he walked in, he wanted to whoop and holler in delight. 
“Take that, Jonathan! I know where I’m going, I’m-oh crap,” he stopped in his tracks and felt his blood run cold. 
Right in front of him, was a lone man showering out in the open, but that wasn’t what made Bryce want to retreat. On top of the benches was a mask sitting on top of a grey bag, which contained the Ohm symbol. This was the man who nearly beat the shit out of Jonathan; this was the real Ohmwrecker. He felt like he discovered a secret that should have not been uncovered.


This Ohmwrecker guy and I are alike, we don’t show our faces to anyone and we sure as hell don’t give anything about our lives either.” Jonathan’s words echoed in his mind.

Bryce was slowly stepping back; his urge to go was pushed off to the side. He would rather hold his piss for three HOURS than being beaten to a pulp. Despite his height advantage, he was a noodle compared to this man and would not stand a chance. The man turned around facing the young blonde eye to eye, he was clearly upset for obvious reasons, his hazel eyes were narrowed to a glare as he grabbed a towel to quickly cover himself up from his waist down.
“Give me one good reason why you’re here, and you better not be a goddamn reporter,” he said in a threatening tone. Bryce quickly scrambled to find his words, stuttering out,
“It’s a pretty dumb story, y-you see my friend was the guy you fought i-in your match not that I hate you in fact you’re pretty cool a-and well…I didn’t listen to him when he was telling me direction for the bathroom and, I ended up here.” he could see him coming closer and he quickly muttered a “please don’t hurt me I’m sorry I didn’t know you were there, I won’t tell anyone I swear to go I’m so sorry”, he hoped that he would leave with JUST a bloody nose tonight as he shut his eyes tightly. He felt a strong pair of hands grasp his shoulder tightly, he silently panicked, he was about to kick him in the balls probably.


But instead of pain he felt himself bend down a bit and a pair of lips press against his cheek. He opened his eyes to see the wrestler had flashed him a smile as he slipped on his mask again and began to change while Bryce turned around, trying to comprehend what had happened. He felt his body heat up from embarrassment and the fact that he just got kissed by someone he certainly doesn’t mind. He could feel his lips pull into an awkward smile as he covered it with his hand, and his heart was feeling all weird and fluttery.

Once the man finished putting on his clothes and gave Bryce the signal to turn around again, he said,
“Bathroom is right next door, nerd lord. I’ll let this little thing slide, but” Bryce had a sense of intimidation when the man’s smooth voice turned cold, “if you dare to tell anyone about my face, I won’t hesitate to punch YOUR pretty face. Promise?" 
"I s-swear,” Ohmwrecker patted him on the back which slid down to his bottom, making the younger man flinch in surprise.
“Alright then, I’ll see you soon.” once the man left, Bryce let out a relieved sigh, feeling lucky that he was left alone in one piece and…
“What the heck…?” he checked the back of his pants pocket to reveal a piece of paper what looked to have a phone number and an Ohm symbol as he let out an “Oh no”. He honestly did not know what to feel, he needed some advice and fast and he knew exactly who to talk to.

Right after he finished his business next door.

Sorry?

alison-luve said:

I have a good one! Can you do an imagine where you are on your period but you ran out of cramp medication so you get really moody and Sam and your boyfriend Dean mistakes it for you being possessed so they sneak up on you and tie you up and stuff, and Deans all like “LET GO OF MY GIRLFRIEND!” but when they prove you’re not they’re all like “Uhm.. Whoops” and it ends with you chasing the boys around the bunker and throwing stuff at them xD

Yep! Warning: Anger, threats, etc. I wrote this while in the car and could hardly see my screen from the sun, sorry for any errors! 

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The cabinet of medication was empty, due to you throwing them all behind you in search for your painkillers. Your cramps were really bad today, and you could feel your mood swings kicking in. Letting out a frustrated groan you slammed the bathroom door and realized you’d just have to deal with it until the mini-market opens tomorrow morning. So you speed-walked towards the kitchen to satisfy your weird cravings, right now gummy bears and chips sounded really good. “Hey” Sam greeted you in the kitchen, and you didn’t answer but instead kept looking through the snack pantry and could hear Sam trail off a quiet “Alright?” behind you. Finally you found a half-eaten bag of chips and finished the bag off, Sam was still watching you eyes wide. You cocked your eyebrow up with a “What?” and Sam put his hands up showing a joking surrender. You didn’t mean to be mean, the mood swings have never been this bad though. Dean came into the library where you walked over to pick out a book to read. Sam joined you although in silence and he pulled out a book on demon possession while you ran your fingers across all the bindings still searching. 

“Hey babe” he said placing a kiss to your forehead. Normally you’d turn back around and hug him, instead you just nodded - not thinking straight, and pulled out a book. 

“Y/N? You alright?” Dean said cautiously and you answered “yeah, peachy” as you sat down opening the book on ‘wendigos across the world’. 

Dean gave Sam a weird look which Sam nodded to while you stayed buried in your book trying to think of anything other than the intense pain of cramps. After another hour seemed to pass you stood up, and just left the book on the table, which of course Sam scrunched his nose at. Walking back to your room you ran your hand along the funny tiled walls until you slid into your room, closing the door behind you. Right away you turned on your laptop and played your favorite playlist which contained much of Dean’s classic rock and some Beyonce mixed in. While you changed into some afternoon clothes you moved your shoulders to Zeppelins “Whole Lotta Love”, your mood brightening a bit. 

“Y/N” Dean’s voice said as he knocked on your door. “Come in” you answered, quickly putting on your shirt. 

He looked at you concerned and asked “Is anything wrong? You seem, uh, different?” he asked, still not nearing you.

“I’m fine, don’t you worry about me” you said so you wouldn’t worry Dean with your pain. He pursed his lips then said “Are you sure?”, still trying to figure out what was wrong. 

“Dean. I am fine alright? Just go hunt something or whatever” you said, and began sifting through a drawer full of jeans. You heard the door close behind him and felt guilty for being mean, so you made your music louder hopping you’d be able to drown out your cramps and feelings. 

After an hour of laptop work and music you made your way back to the bunkers main room by the stairs to find Sam and Dean seating there, not doing anything in particular. 

“Guys?” you asked, since this was really weird. Dean was first to get up, and Sam followed, and you began backing up against the wall. 

“Alright” Dean said, almost threateningly, “You’re going to leave my girlfriend you black eyed bitch” he said and placed the demon handcuffs at you. You rolled your eyes, which Sam obviously took as a threat because he stood firm next to Dean. 

“Guys!” you yelled, but Dean just dragged you to the dungeon. You took notice that he didn’t hurt you, even if he thought you were possessed. 

“Stop! Guys it’s me!” you yelled but Sam just closed the dungeon doors behind himself, and held his demon knife in his hands. You eyes went wide at the knife, but you kept your calm.

“I’m only giving you one more chance” Dean said, squatting down next to you, “You leave Y/N’s body, even if that means possessing me you bastard” he said, getting very close to your face, so you took that as an advantage. 

Quickly you leaned in and kissed him, hoping that he’d recognize the way you kiss. Once you broke away you tilted your head to the side and leaned back saying “Well? Now tell me I’m not me” you said, and immediately Dean took the handcuffs off and drew you in for a hug, holding on tight. “I’m so sorry” he whispered and you patted his back. Sam looked at you both and shrugged his shoulders,”sorry Y/N, just you weren’t acting like yourself” he said, and you left the dungeon. 

“Wait, I can’t act different one day if I choose? How could you think I was possessed just because i had a bad day” you said, turning around on your heel looking at both boys. 

Instantly their eyes widened in fear as you grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at Sam, who then began running. Dean followed close behind him but you grabbed some remote controllers that you chucked at his thigh, making him jump up. Sam finally stopped by the bunker stairs, having no where to go but you came prepared. You threw two pillows at him like you would a frisbee and a smaller one an Dean who caught it and threw it back. “AAh!” you screamed and began running to get more pillows. Sam caught on and grabbed the pillows that were now at his feet and began following Dean to find you. From there the pillow fight resulted in feathers on the floor and enough running around the bunkers halls to make up for ten hunts.