#also ignore the sudden ending i had to stop before i went on forever lmao

[miasmaghoul]

i know we've seen minute man dew on here before. how does he react to swiss being as rough as he was tonight

Dew knows something's coming.

Swiss has only been getting worse as the tour goes on, and he's learned to anticipate the other ghoul's ferality. It took Swiss sneaking onto his platform and sinking his teeth into his shoulder to really drive that point home, but Dew knows what to expect now. Knows that he needs to be hypervigilant when the stage lights go blue, when first notes of Watcher in the Sky ring out and the crowd starts to shriek.

He knows something's coming, and Dew tries his best not to tense up when Swiss' heavy bootfalls shake his platform. His fingers don't so much as falter on his strings when that broad body molds itself to his back, the wail of his guitar not quite enough to drown out the way Swiss pants wildly in his ear.

He knows something's coming, but he's still somehow unprepared for the large hand that sneaks behind his guitar. His foot goes heavy on his pedal as Swiss gropes at him, a harsh inhale sucking the already damp fabric of his balaclava into his mouth.

Swiss' other hand digs into his hip and Dew spits a curse that no one but he can hear. Swiss snarls in his ear, a possessive, predatory sound that does absolutely nothing to help the immediate tingle that's settling between his legs. Dew burns with it, thrown into immediate flashbacks of that moment on the last leg of the tour. Of Swiss sneaking up behind him and grabbing at his crotch in front of thousands, rubbing a nipple through his uniform and snickering in his ear.

This is so, so much worse.

Dew bites the inside of his cheek, palms sweatier than usual, cheeks so hot behind his mask. He can just barely see Swiss' hand curl into a tight fist behind his guitar, knuckles pressed to Dew's zipper. Swiss mimes a stroking motion that only Dew can see, and he's helpless to do anything but lean back against the solid chest behind him.

What a mistake that is.

He hears the crowd scream in a very distant way, playing purely off of muscle memory while he stares down at Swiss' hand. He knows he's swelling up already, always embarrassingly quick to react to even the slightest stimulation. Swiss fist drags over his pants just enough to feel, and every pass sends a shock through him that pools deep in his gut.

Swiss grinds against him, a firm roll of his hips, and Dew knows he can't watch anymore. Not if he wants to keep his pants unmessed.

Swiss' teeth dig into his shoulder and Dew does the only thing he can think of - grabs his whammy bar and pulls. Lifts his guitar by it, a violent tug that he does every night but has wildly different connotations tonight. Swiss, of course, responds in kind. Screeches in his ear and ruts against his ass. Dew can't help the way his head jerks when he feels Swiss's hand speed up, a familiar motion that goes straight to Dew's rapidly stiffening cock.

It pulses, sits hot against his thigh, and Dew's shoulders roll forward as he drops his guitar back down. For a split second he thinks Swiss isn't going to stop. The thought hits like a punch to the gut, images slamming through his mind of Swiss working him over right here on stage. Fondling him through his pants until he's soaking a wet spot into them for everyone to see. They're all screaming already, and the sudden knot of worry in his gut grows at the thought of how much louder the crowd would get if Swiss chose not to show mercy.

Another, sharper bite to his shoulder has him hissing, and with a firm slap to his ass Swiss is gone. Sauntering back to his own platform with his usual swagger while Dew's head spins. While his cock throbs against his zipper. The whole event only lasted a handful of seconds, something that certainly shouldn't have him so worked up that he leaks into his tight briefs.

And yet.

Worse still, he stays that way for the rest of the show. Has to sneak adjustments between songs, has to hold his guitar close to his body and give it a little hump every now and then. Just enough to take the edge off. He spends entirely too much time on Swiss' side of the stage, earns questioning looks from Rain and Aeon, but Dew couldn't care less. Not when all he can think about is Swiss getting hands on him for real.

The remaining songs pass in a blur, and Dew cannot take his eyes off of Swiss as they trundle backstage before the encore. His fingers won't stop twitching, every inch of him drenched in sweat and his slight chest heaving. Swiss smiles at him with every tooth in his head, gives him a little finger wave, and Dew can't help himself.

He grips the other ghoul by the ascot and yanks like Swiss is a disobedient dog, drags him bodily behind a pair of equipment cases. Swiss is still grinning when Dew shoves him against them, a sweaty hand wrapped around Swiss' throat.

"You motherfucker," he spits, raspy and tight but muffled by his balaclava. "Why the fuck -"

"Bet I can finish you off before we go back on," Swiss interrupts with a wink, reaching out to rub him through his pants. Dew's eyes go wide at the suggestion, and his stomach does a somersault. "C'mon, lemme make a mess outta you."

Swiss squeezes, and Dew's eyes roll back in his head. It's an insane thought. He knows it is. They have less than two minutes before they have to go back on. It's a ridiculous suggestion. Something he shouldn't even consider.

"Do it," he bites out, rocking against Swiss' palm. "Fuckin' make me."

Swiss snickers, tongue flicking over his teeth, but he listens. Wastes no time in tugging Dew's zipper down and pulling him out, in wrapping talented fingers around his slippery length and thumbing over the tip without hesitation. Dew grunts with it, lets his head thump onto Swiss's shoulder while the other ghoul twists his wrist.

"Oh shit," he huffs, little hips twitching in seconds. "Shit, fuck, don't stop, keep - yeah, like that, like that, oh -"

"Better make it quick," Swiss murmurs, entirely too amused. "Sounds like Papa's almost done."

The reminder really isnt necessary. They both know he's not going to last - he's hot all over already, pulsing and leaking over Swiss' thick fingers. Too worked up too care and too sensitive to fight it.

Swiss rubs at his frenulum, his other hand coming up to rub a nipple through his vest, and Dew chokes as memories of the last time Swiss touched him like that slam through his mind. Memories of countless eyes boring into him, of the shriek of a thousand humans bearing witness to him being groped. He pants into Swiss' throat, loud and labored, and Swiss laughs.

"You're thinkin' about them watching, aren't you?"

Dew gurgles as his hips stutter, the hand on Swiss's throat moving to his chest. An effort to keep himself upright while Swiss invades his mind.

"Wishin' we were still out there, wishin' I could milk it outta you under those bright lights?"

Dew shakes his head, tries to spit words of denial, but all that comes out is a harsh whine. Swiss chuckles again, and his grip changes. Closes around his slick tip and works him hard and fast, just the way he'd mimed on stage earlier. Dew grunts, drools into his balaclava as his knees start to shake. The hand on his chest gives him a nice gripe, and Dew feels his balls draw up.

"Make sure alllll those people saw you cream yourself?"

Swiss gives him one last pull, and Dew groans long and low as he does just that. Pulsing in the tight circle of Swiss' fist, knees wobbling as his cock spills his load over those talented fingers. It dribbles down between them, landing in what little space there is between their boots. Swiss coos in his ear while Dew catches his breath, and as a fresh wave of sweat soaks into his compression shirt Dew shivers.

It's all over just as quickly as it started, their Papa's voice fading back into his consciousness as his orgasmic haze dissipates. He's still teasing the crowd about them being done, about to announce the last three songs, and Dew feels himself flush darker than ever. How long had he lasted? Maybe a minute? He doesn't want to think about it. Instead he steps back, shaking out his arms and tucking himself away while he watches Swiss hold up his messy hand.

"Told ya so," he taunts, wiggling his fingers, and Dew rolls his eyes.

"Shut up," he gripes, zipping up and straightening his vest. The crowd's cheers pick up and Dew bounces on the balls of his feet. "You can be a jackass later, we're up again."

"Hang on," Swiss lilts, pushing himself off the cases and closes the short distance between them. "I still gotta clean up."

Dew raises an eyebrow behind his mask, and before he can do anything else Swiss is pulling down his balaclava.

"Swiss, what -"

Swiss leans in and pecks him on the mouth, and then the other ghoul is stretching it just enough to wipe his sticky fingers off on the inside of it. Right over the drool-soaked portion that they both know will sit right over Dew's mouth. He offers a positively vulpine smile as he tugs the thing back up, and Dew sputters.

"Now we can go," Swiss tells him, grabbing Dew by the elbow and bullying him back towards the others before he can argue. He opens his mouth to try, and all it does is make him taste himself. Fills his nose and mouth with salt and sex, and every bit of it goes right to his spent cock.

"You motherfucker," Dew says again, and Swiss gives his ass another smack.

"Don't be too greedy, firecracker," he murmurs as they move to join the others, "I wanna taste that on you tonight."

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

I've finally finished it lmao. It only took forever 🙃 but I'm finally feeling productive so hopefully I'll be able to push out a few more things soon (no promises but we'll see)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: It gets kinda angsty with Seungcheol thinking he's weird for liking both of you at the same time but there's a happy ending

Sensitive Pup pt. 3

Ever since that fateful night with you and your lovely boyfriend, Seungcheol's brain had been buzzing with thoughts. Thoughts that had left his heart in the pit of his stomach as well as a headache crashing through his skull. Everyone had noticed their leader's distress as he fell victim to his own insecurities, but no one knew what to do about it. Everytime they asked he would wave them off, claiming he just hadn't been sleeping well. Since the boys couldn't figure out what the issue was, they turned to the one thing that always lifted his spirits- you.

     You had been pretty confident in your ability to get the truth out of him since he had always been closest to you, aside from Mingyu of course, but one step into his studio told you it wouldn't be that simple. His head snapped over to you as soon as you entered the room, and a sudden tension smothering the both of you in the small space. You sent him an awkward smile.

     "Uh- hey! The boys were telling me how worried they were about you; I just wanted to make sure you were alright." 

     "O-oh, uh- sorry to bother you I guess. No need to worry though, everything's fine here." He said with an obviously forced smile. You raised a brow as he seemed to shrink into his chair, knuckles white from his death grip on the armrests and his shoulders almost up to his ears as he refused to make eye contact with you.

     "You sure? You seem a little… tense. You're not sick are you?" You asked, stepping closer to him to rest the back of your hand on his forehead. The feeling of your soft skin against his made his heart do somersaults as he fought to keep all his blood from rushing up to his face. He hurriedly grabbed your wrist to push it back to your side.

     "No no no I-I'm fine really, just a little tired. Now if you'll excuse me I have- uh- work to do. Yes! Very important work so- uh- I-I'll see you later." He didn't give you any time to respond before lightly pushing you out the door, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded by his actions. Were you the reason he was acting so weird? Your heart sank at the thought, trying to think of anything that you had done to warrant this behavior from him as you trudged down the hall. 

     Seungcheol, on the other hand, was still standing at the door he had just pushed you out of, heart lodged in his throat as he pressed his forehead to the smooth wood in front of him. He pushed a shaky sigh past his lips to stop the tears that had built up from falling down his face. Why her? He thought. Why now? Another deep sigh fell from his lips as he sat down in his computer chair. Why do feelings have to be so difficult?

❤

     It had been three days since you had checked in on Seungcheol, and according to the rest of the boys he had more or less returned to his old self. He would still catch himself drifting to thoughts of you and that night but had ultimately decided that his new plan would be better for the both of you. Sure, one might say that ignoring someone that had been your best friend for years because of a silly little crush is childish, but at the moment he could think of no other option. To him, the plan was foolproof- he'd ignore you until these feelings went away and then you could go back to how it used to be. 

     He was currently in the practice room with the rest of his members, taking a water break after about an hour or so of practice. Woozi had sat himself next to him, talking about anything and everything as they both caught their breath. Eventually Jeonghan and Wonwoo also joined in the conversation, quickly shifting it to revolve around their eldest member.

     "Yeah, what was up with you? You barely paid attention to us and just sulked everywhere you went." Seungcheol nervously shifted in his spot at Woozi's question, letting out a small chuckle to ease his nerves.

     "Don't worry about it." Jeonghan rolled his eyes with a groan at the answer that the leader had repeated probably a million times by now. Seungcheol only sighed in response. "Look, I was having a little personal issue but I'm taking care of it now. Trust me, everything's fine." Wonwoo just shrugged as he took another sip of his water.

     "Whatever you say…" 

     Seungcheol's attention was suddenly on the other side of the room as the sound of laughter echoed off the walls. All the younger members were on the opposite side of the room laughing hysterically as Hoshi did an over dramatic reenactment of the dance they were learning, making him chuckle as well. Their laughter was boisterous and could probably be heard three rooms down, but one laugh in particular rang in his ears the loudest. His eyes drifted over to Mingyu, who was laying on his back with his arms wrapped around his stomach and tears collecting in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing. 

     Seungcheol let out a sigh as he looked at him, a smile unconsciously stretching across his face. The younger suddenly opened his eyes, coming down from his laughing fit and locked eyes with him, a smile lighting up his own face as he jumped to his feet. He excitedly joined Hoshi to reenact it for the members who had missed it. How cute. The leader thought to himself. His heart skipped a beat as he focused on the younger's smile that brought energy to everyone in the room. Seungcheol froze, smile falling from his face as he finally processed that his heart had skipped a beat.

     Uh-oh.

❤

     If you weren't worried before, you definitely were now. It only took a day or two for Seungcheol to go back to locking himself in his office and shrugging off everyone's concerns. The only difference was that this time he refused to even look in yours or Mingyu's direction, and would even deliberately avoid you by walking in the opposite direction as soon as he saw either of you coming. For you, that had been the last straw. Seungcheol could avoid you for whatever reason he wanted, but the devastated look on your boyfriend's face when he realized that his hyung had been avoiding him made your heart shatter in a million pieces. To stop this childish behavior, you had rounded up the boys and concocted a little plan. 

     Their laughter rang through the hallway as they returned from practice, on their way to the car to start heading home after a long day of work. As they reached the vehicle, however, the youngest suddenly got a look of panic on his face as he patted himself down.

     "Oh you've got to be kidding me." Dino exclaimed. The others turned to him with confused expressions.

     "What's wrong?" Jeonghan asked.

     "I think I left my phone in the practice room." The pout that took over his face made the others laugh. "Hyuuuuung, could you go and grab it for me?" Seungcheol raised a brow at his younger member as he gave him his best puppy dog eyes while tugging on his sleeve.

     "Why can't you go get it yourself?"

     "Because I need to talk to him about something! It's really really important." Jeonghan interjected, pulling Dino into the car seat beside him. Seungcheol let out a sigh as he realized there was no winning this argument before turning back to the building.

     The leader grumbled to himself as he entered the empty room, wanting to just grab the phone and get home as soon as possible. He scratched his head after a quick scan of the room. It wouldn't be that hard to find; it's not like there were many hiding places here. He jumped at the sound of the door closing behind him, head snapping up to look at the wall of mirrors in front of him. You could see the blood drain from his face as he locked eyes with you through the mirror.

     "I think you have a bit of explaining to do." You said with a glare, leaning against his only escape. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he struggled to find the words to say. A sigh escaped your lips as your eyes softened. "Look, I'm not really that angry with you Seungcheol, I just wanna know what's going on. Everybody's worried about you." The man in front of you winced. You hadn't used his full name in so long it sounded wrong coming from your lips- with you he was always Cheolie. I've really fucked this up, haven't I? 

     "I- I can't- you wouldn't-" as he tried to find the words to explain himself, he could feel his throat tighten and the tears start to build. You noticed how his eyes glazed over and his lips quivered as he wrapped his arms around himself, almost like he was trying to make himself smaller.

     "Just talk to me. I promise you, there is nothing you could possibly say that would make me think any less of you." You were directly in front of him now, hands softly rubbing up and down his arms in a soothing motion. Suddenly the floodgates opened. A loud sob ripped from his throat as he seemed to crumble in your hold, his nails digging into his own skin to prevent himself from latching onto you as the reality of the situation hit him full force.

     There was no winning for him. He could either tell you how he truly felt, the thoughts of you and your boyfriend that had been keeping him awake at night and get rejected, ruining his friendship with you forever, or he could refuse to tell you and start avoiding you again, ruining your friendship forever. He hadn't even realized the both of you were now on the floor, your hand rubbing circles on his back as he caved in on himself. The sight was truly heartbreaking. You wanted nothing more than to hug him and let him cry into your shoulder, but the death grip he had on his own arms told you that that's not what he needed right now.

     The both of you stayed like that for a while as you waited for him to calm down. When his breathing finally leveled and his sobs turned to occasional hiccups, you moved to sit directly in front of him. You gently caressed his face, wiping the tears from his cheeks while he unconsciously nuzzled into your palm. Keeping his eyes closed, in fear he would lose all confidence the second he looked at you, he took a deep breath. 

     "I- I just- god (Y/N), I'm in love with you. At first I thought it was just some stupid little crush that would go away if I avoided you for long enough, but no matter how far away from you I am, I can't stop thinking about you. From the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep you're the first thing I think about. A-and I know I shouldn't be feeling this way cause you and Mingyu are already together but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn't just you." Another sob wracked his body as he curled in on himself even more. "I-I haven't been able to sleep or eat o-or do anything without thinking of the two of you. You just- you look so happy together and I don't want to ruin that with my stupid feelings; I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry…"

     You hurriedly wrapped your arms around him as he lost himself in a mantra of "sorry"'s, letting him cry into your shoulder as he shakily wrapped his arms around you. You gently combed your hand through his hair as his nails dug into your back. His body was pressed impossibly close to yours as he tried to return to a normal breathing pattern. Once he had finally been able to do so, you softly pushed him back by the shoulders so you could look him in the eyes. A small sniffle escaped him as you delicately cupped his face in your hands.

     "Seungcheol, honey, look at me." You gave him a minute to fully collect his thoughts before he opened his eyes to lock with yours. The soft and caring look you gave him almost sent him into another crying fit; thankfully he didn't have the energy for that right now. "There is absolutely no need for you to apologize to me, okay? There's nothing wrong with the way you feel- there are plenty of people that feel the exact same way. I mean come on, there are so many beautiful people on the planet, do you really think everybody is only attracted to one?" He let out a small chuckle, looking down to the floor as he wiped a few of the tears from his face.

     "Heh, yeah I suppose you're right." 

     "Hey," you said, lifting his chin so he locked eyes with you again, "I'm glad you told me. Even if I did have to force it out of you." You both laughed at your comment before a brief silence passed. Seungcheol silently opened his arms and you immediately dove into his arms with a smile. 

     "...thanks for not freaking out." You nuzzled up into his cheek that he rested against your head. 

     "No problem. Just- don't keep things like this from me again, alright?" Seungcheol hugged you tighter. 

     "I won't, I promise."

     The two of you stayed like that for a couple more minutes, melting in the comfort of the other's embrace before you pulled away as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You let out a small laugh at the notification.

💖Puppy💖

Is everything alright in there??

💖Puppy💖

I don't wanna be rude but it's not getting any warmer out here >:(

     "Cheolie, is it alright with you if I give Mingyu a quick rundown of the situation before coming back in with him so you can talk things out with him?" A smile bloomed on his tear stained face at the familiar nickname. 

     "Yeah yeah that's- wait, is he outside right now?"

     "Yeah, he said he wanted to be able to talk with you without the others around so you wouldn't be too uncomfortable so he just waited outside in my car. Which apparently isn't good enough for him cause he's complaining about it being cold." You said with another giggle. "Alright, I'll be back in just a moment." With a quick pat on his knee you jumped up and jogged out the door, letting the wide smile you had been bottling up spread across your face. You had a small spring in your step as your brain ran wild with all the possible outcomes of Seungcheol's confession. 

     Ever since Seungcheol started avoiding you (and long before that if you were being honest with yourself), you had started to rethink your feelings for the charming man. You had always found him attractive and couldn't deny that the way he laughed made your heart flutter the tiniest bit but after Mingyu had confessed you had assumed those feelings would go away. Surprise surprise, they didn't. When you had finally decided to bring it up to Mingyu a few days after the night you three had spent together, you were relieved to discover that he felt the same way. It had been a little awkward for a while but a quick google search let you know that you weren't alone in these feelings. After sharing this information with your boyfriend you talked about what this could mean for your relationship, both of you coming to the conclusion that it was at least worth asking the other man to join you guys as a throuple. Of course right after this discovery was when Seungcheol started to ignore you. Hopefully now that you'd settled that issue you'd be able to bring it up.

    Mingyu saw the dopey smile on your face as you approached the car, giggling at the way you skipped to your side. The joyful sound was muffled as you pressed your lips to his the second you could reach them. A small giggle left your lips as you pulled away, seeing that your boyfriend now mirrored your expression.

     "What's got you in such a good mood, what'd he say?" You couldn't help the squeal you let out as you excitedly tapped on Mingyu's leg with both your hands in a drumroll type motion. You took a deep breath in to calm yourself down before telling him.

     "Okay okay so- long story short, he likes us! Both of us! ROMANTICALLY!" Mingyu's jaw fell open as his eyes opened comically wide. 

     "NO WAY!"

     "YES WAY! He said that he was just confused about his feelings and didn't know what to do so he started avoiding us!" Mingyu went slack in his seat, an overjoyed expression slowly taking over his dumbfounded one. Caught up in his emotions, all your giant puppy of a boyfriend could do was pepper your face with a million kisses. When the two of you finally calmed down, you looked each other in the eyes with so much love it would give any onlooker cavities. 

     "Are we really about to do this?" You were almost certain that your face was gonna be sore tomorrow from how much you were smiling. 

     "I think we are." You shared one last kiss before jogging walking to the practice room where Seungcheol was waiting.

     The longer you took, the more anxious Seungcheol grew. What if Mingyu wasn't as accepting of these feelings? What if he starts to think Seungcheol will try to steal his girlfriend and start shielding him from you? The longer the leader sat in the quiet room with nothing but his thoughts, the more he started to regret telling you. He was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of the door practically flying off its hinges with how forcefully it was pushed open.

     "Sorry! Sorry I- I didn't realize how hard I pushed it, heh." Seungcheol stared wide eyed at Mingyu as the boy sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, from the loud noise or the younger boy's cuteness he couldn't tell. After a few seconds of silence, Mingyu cleared his throat. "Sooo… is it true then? You like both of us?" Seungcheol tensed as the floor suddenly became the most interesting thing in the room.

     "Uh- y-yeah. That's not too weird, is it? I don't want things to get awkward because of this. I just-" he took a deep breath, "I just want things to go back to normal now that I've gotten this off my chest." There was a moment of silence.

     "...what if I don't want it to go back to normal?" Seungcheol was sure that his heart stopped at the younger's confession, every worst possible scenario flooding his mind. He snapped his head up to see that Mingyu had seated himself directly in front of him while you were leaning on the door frame, a soft smile on both of your faces.

     "W-what?" 

     "Well~, we've been talking about this for a while now," you started, pushing yourself from the doorframe to walk to where the boys were sitting, "and we were wondering, if you're okay with it, if you would like to join our relationship. As our boyfriend." Seungcheol sat there for a few seconds, eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he processed your words. Suddenly a small, sad excuse for a laugh broke the silence.

     "You guys don't have to do all this just to make me feel better. Seriously, I-I'll be fine." You and Mingyu shared a look before he leaned closer, gently cupping the older boy's face in his hands. 

     "Seungcheol, we're serious. I really like you- we really like you, and we want you to be with us. You don't have to right now if you still need time to sort through and understand your feelings, but we'll be here whenever you're ready." Seeing the overflowing amount of love in the younger's expression made tears well up in his eyes again. A small sob left him before almost tackling the boy in front of him, grabbing his face and kissing him as hard as he could. You laughed at Mingyu's wide-eyed expression before he calmed down and started to return his kiss. They both had to catch their breath when they pulled apart, resting against each other's foreheads as Mingyu laced his fingers with Seungcheol's.

     "Soooo, I'm guessing that's a yes?" The leader chuckled, more tears flowing down his cheeks as he nodded his head. He was barely able to mutter a small "yes" before you tackled him in a kiss. A waterfall of giggles left him as you pulled him up so he was sitting in between you and Mingyu so the both of you could pepper his face in kisses. This had not been the outcome he had been expecting but he couldn't be happier as he was showered with all the love he deserved from both of his partners.

[layniapetrovnaaa]

DOFP Logan X Reader Smut

Summary: Logan travels back to the past and sees you, the reunion was not what he was expecting considering your history; but when you fail to stop Raven, you find yourself scared for the future and you feel the need for his love again.

Warnings: Smut, choking kink, swearing, mentions of drug use (just weed), mentions of alcoholism. The beginning is kinda shit, but I think I did good with the smut lmao.

"Laurie was a young lover, but he was in earnest, and meant to 'have it out', if he died in the attempt, so he plunged into the subject with characteristic impetuousity, saying in a voice that would get choky now and then, in spite of manful efforts to keep it steady...

"I've loved you ever since I've known you, Jo, couldn't help it, you've been so good to me. I've tried to show it, but you wouldn't let me. Now I'm going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can't go on so any longer."

"I wanted to save you this. I thought you'd understand..." began Jo, finding it a great deal harder than she expected."—the book slammed shut.

The noise wracking the school made it hard for you to focus on your book–one that you were thoroughly enjoying–so you got up an went to go investigate.

As you exited your room and walked into the hallway, you met Charles.

"What the hell is that noise?" you asked him, agitation lacing your voice.

"I have no clue." he sighs and the two of you trudge down the stairs.

You couldn't help but snort at the sight in front of you. Hank hung from the chandelier, while his victim lay on the table below him.

"Get off the bloody chandelier Hank." the professor, who stood beside you at the top of the staircase, spoke.

You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing.

Hank jumped down and as you walked down the stairs you recognized the man.

"[Y/N]?" Logan spoke, surprised to see you again.

"What? You know him?" Hank asks, slightly out of breath.

You ignore both of them and continue to walk toward Logan until you are standing in front of him.

SMACK!

"What the hell was that for?!" he groans, bringing his hand up to is cheek, replacing where your had just briefly been. You laugh bitterly.

"What do you mean 'What the hell was that for?' You left me!" your tone was raised and angered but not quite yelling.

Charles and Hank stood there awkwardly, while Logan stood there bewildered.

"I left you?" he asks, is tone completely serious as his hand slips from his cheek.

Your laugh was sarcastic, as was your response.

"What'd you just lose your memories all of a sudden?"

Logan flinched at your words, but didn't answer.

All you could do was shake your head and grumble to yourself as you walked back up to your room, not even inquiring what he was there for.

Truth be told he didn't remember leaving you. After what happen with Stryker and losing his memories, the professor helped him to get some back, but he could only remember bits and pieces of really important events or people, and you were one of them. But he still couldn't remember much, only parts of your time together, the best parts.

***

Hank sat at the edge of the bed, you were laying on your side, your back facing him as you fiddled with the loose strands of the blanket you laid atop of.

"We talked to Logan." he states blankly, and you don't respond.

"He needs our help [Y/N]."

You scoff at that.

"Oh please.” You murmur. "What does the oh-so-great Wolverine need our help with?"

"[Y/N]" he sighs "what I'm about to say may be hard to believe, but your just going to have to trust us." he pauses, then continues "Logan was sent from the future, he needs our help to stop Raven."

At this you roll onto your back and burst into laughter. Wiping a stray tear from your right eye as your laughter starts to calm down.

"Well, I was not expecting that." you state, sitting up and slapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks for cheering me up Hank." You smile before getting up off the bed and going over to your dresser to find a joint. As you are rummaging through your drawer he speaks again.

"I'm-I'm serious [Y/N]. Even the professor believes him."

You slam the drawer shut and start to search through your jewelry box that sat on top of the dresser.

"Well the professor is also an alcoholic." you state rather harshly.

"Please [Y/N], we need all the help we can get."

You let out an agitated sigh and turn around to face him.

"Fine." you point a finger at him "But if I find out that this is just some silly ass shit, I'll beat your ass.

"Yes ma'am." he smiles, his tone playful yet serious.

***

After coming back from Paris that night and watching the news saying that they had already gotten Ravens blood sample, you couldn't help but feel completely defeated. You were sure everyone else felt the same way as well.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, that when you stopped at the door in front of you, you only then realized it was not yours, it was Logan's. The door was cracked open just enough for you to peak into his room and see him smoking a cigar on his bed. After staring at the door for a few moments you decided to knock, then enter the room. He turns his head to face the door as he blows out a puff of smoke. You close the door behind you softly and he raises an eyebrow.

"Shut up." you scoff, and he cant help but chuckle as he turns his head back to face the wall in front of him and take another puff.

"I always loved the smell of those." you said softly as you walked over to the bed and sat down.

"I know." he hums as he removes his hand from from under his head to sit up against the headboard.

Your hand slides back and forth over the sheets as you stare into his eyes intently.

"Logan?..." you whisper

He puts the cigar out in the tray that rests on his bedside table. He moves to sit next to you and puts his hand atop of yours, which had stopped moving as soon as you felt his touch. The face he gives you is so sincere, almost as if he was trying to say: tell me anything and everything.

"In the future do I-" you lean into him closer.

"Don't. Don't do that to yourself kid." he says softly, but firm.

You eye his lips, and then they are crushing your own.

The kiss is passionate, so passionate, and warm. You had kissed Logan many times before, but none felt like this as he grabbed your waist, pulling you to him as close as he could given the position you were in. Your hands fly up to grip his face and push his lips harder onto yours. He balances himself on his left hand which rests behind you on the bed. Deep breathes and the smacking of lips can be heard as your mouths dance together in a sensual and loving way.

He pulls back and your foreheads rest against each other, your noses nuzzling gently.

"I'm sorry for leaving." he whispers and you can feel his breath on your lips. You pull back slightly to look into his eyes.

"I forgive you." you just couldn't stay mad at him.

The green in his hazel orbs shines bright and you wonder how you were able to live without him for so many years.

"Make love to me." you let out in a breathy whisper.

All he does in response is kiss you hard and lay you on the bed gently.

His hands travel all over your clothed body, stopping to squeeze and caress certain areas.

As his lips kiss your neck you are reminded of the first night you two had been physically intimate. It was 1953, you had gone to see the movie "Roman Holiday", it was cute. You especially liked Gregory Peck, and even though he still wouldn’t admit it, Logan was a little jealous. And so you two kinda just ended up just making-out the whole time. That's when he took you home and professed his love to you physically, and promised he would love you forever.

He sits back and pulls the dingy white tank top he was wearing off. You bit your lip as you took in the sight in front of you—Jesus—its like he was hand crafted by god himself. He leans back down over you, and fits himself nicely between your legs. Grabbing your wrists to raise them above your head as you continue to make-out.

God, could this feeling just last forever? The weight of him on top of you, consumed by his musk, and the way his lips made you feel as if you were as high as a bird, as if gravity didn't exist. 

You two sat up and you took your shirt off, having not worn a bra, you were completely exposed to him as he took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. 

"Jesus Christ" he breathes, both his hands being immediately drawn to your breasts, he starts to fondle them and you cant help but giggle slightly at the enamored look in his face before he sits back and you straddle his lap. 

His hands caress your waist, up to your back, then down to your hips a couple of times as you starts to embrace his neck with your lips. Your hips start to move back and forth slowly, the friction almost killing you as you both let out soft moans and he grips your hips tightly.

“F-fuck” he stutters as you continue the sinful swishing of your hips. You pant softly at the feeling of your sweet spot getting some stimulation.

Logan grabs you and rolls you two over before getting up and taking his pants and underwear off, you do the same. He sits back on his knees in between your legs, admiring the sight in front of him.

“Look at this pretty pussy.” His thumb rubs up and down your thigh slowly.

You smile and bite your lip, captivated by the looks on his face, his eyes never leaving your core as he hums in satisfaction.

He leans back over you kissing your chest and flicking his tongue over your nipples. His hand slowly travels down and he starts rubbing your clit slowly.

“Aghh Logan” you moan, his middle finger dipping down to trace your hole, feeling the natural lubricant that excreted from it.

Slowly he starts to enter you with his longest finger, starting to move it inside of you. Feeling the influx of wetness he adds his ring finger.

Sighing and moaning softly into his mouth as you kissed. He always seemed to know exactly what to do to make you feel so good.

Once satisfied with how wet you had become he removes his fingers and you suck them into your mouth, remembering how that would always set him off.

His mouth hangs open as you look him in the eyes while your tongue flicks over his fingers.

Slowly he pulls them out and they release with a small wet popping noise.

“You always know how to make me fuckin’ crazy.” he groans.

His hands slide from your collarbones to your breasts, groping, jiggling, and smushing them together.

“I would die for these tits.” You laugh lightly at his statement before you bite your lip and reach out to grab his cock.

“I wanna taste you.” You hum, slowly stroking his member, maintaining eye contact as you knew that was something he loved.

“Another time baby, right now I wanna be in this tight and wet little pussy.” You release him, and sit back on your elbows.

Sighing erotically at his words you spread your legs further and he lines himself up at your entrance. He starts to slide in slowly, only going about halfway at first due to his size.

“You good baby?”

“Mhmm”

He starts to enter you fully, groaning as he does.

“Jesus fuckin Christ” he breaths, and you moan slightly, throbbing around him. You had to admit it was a bit uncomfortable due to his girth, length, and your size. But, it still felt really good having him inside of you.

He stilled for a moment after he had entered you to the hilt, feeling like it would kill him (in the best of ways) if he started to move.

Yet, he prevailed and started to set a relatively fast pace, one that made your breasts jump withe every thrust, and felt like goddamn heaven.

One of his hands took a hold of your wrist, lifting it above your head, his elbow digging into the mattress. His other hand flew to your throat and you let out and obnoxiously loud moan. Your free hand reaching down to stimulate your clitoris.

His breathing was heavy as his hips continued to buck into yours. Groaning and growling as well.

His pace slowed down for a moment and he gave you several deep, hard, and fast thrust, ones that made you grab his wrist (the one connected to the hand that was wrapped around your neck) as you squirm, moan obscenely, and dig your toes into the mattress sharply.

He starts to thrust into you faster again and he releases your neck and wrist. Running your hand down his toned abdomen, you feel the muscles tense lightly at each swish of his hips. Your arms wrap around to his back, your fingertips digging into the hard flexing muscles. Your mouth hanging open, moans escaping it every second, staring into his eyes as he fucked you.

He looks down and watches where the two of you connect and you squeeze him slightly, feeling his hips stutter when you do.

“Ohh shit baby, do that again.” You comply and he groans.

Its not long before you hear that saying you love so much.

“I’m gunna cum.” he moans out and you throb at his words. 

“Oouu fuck” you moan as his pace picks up ever so slightly, running your hands up to his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. 

You two separate and you can tell hes at his tipping point as he lets out a shaky breath.

A string of slightly high pitched, but throaty and guttural groans fall from his mouth and echo in the crook of your neck. Fuck, if that wasn't one of the most amazing noises you had ever heard...you didn't know what was. 

He stills as deep inside you as he can get while his high takes over. You moan at the noises he makes and the feeling of his load inside of you, just being completely stuffed full of him, and you squeeze him as he orgasms. 

Once he starts to come back to reality he kisses you in a dirty and sloppy manor, and pulls out of you. Your cunt clenching around nothing at the loss. 

He runs his hands down your torso before kissing your left rib, then putting his face right between your legs.

He takes a deep breath in and hums, savoring the delicious smell of your sweet wet cunt. You squirm and shutter in anticipation, remembering that this was one of Logan's favorite activities to do while you were together. 

He caresses your thighs a few times before finally giving you what you had been longing for so long.

His tongue circled your hole, dipping in a few times before flicking your clit.

He knew all of the tricks to make you absolutely melt.

He continued pleasuring you-- like no one else ever had before-- with his very skilled tongue.

“Auhh” you moan harshly as he inserts a finger into your sensitive core.

He never lets up, not even for a second. 

You never wanted the moment to end as you felt that feeling in your stomach build faster than you anticipated. 

“Oh fuck I’m close” you moan out, hips bucking up and down uncontrollably. 

“That’s it baby.” he growls, and holds your hips down so he can keep his mouth on that divine pussy. 

Finally releasing all of the wonderfully built up tension, you orgasm, and you orgasm hard. 

Everything goes white as you stay in your high for a solid 15 seconds. Your toes dug into the bed sharply as your back arched and you pulled on Logan’s hair. 

You become sensible again, and watch as he slides his finger out of you, licking it clean before doing the same to your overworked cunt. Flinching slightly as his tongue makes contact again. 

He gets up, and your immediate reaction is to tell him to stay. 

“You do realize this is my room, right?” 

You bite your lip and giggle slightly as he climbs into the bed and under the sheets. 

You snuggle into his hairy chest and let out a content sigh. 

Little did you know only a short while later he would be leaving just as before, never to see him again, until about 30 years later...

[straightouttaneptune]

Luna

Pairing: Harry Potter x Slytherin!Reader (past), Dad!Harry Potter x daughter!Lily Potter

Warning: This is like... legitimate angst. Honestly, it’s so bittersweet. There’s mentions of blood, but I mean, it is Harry Potter.

Summary: Harry tells a story about a girl, Y/N Y/L/N, his first girlfriend. Ginny’s out for the night, and Harry’s daughter, Lily Potter, is more than excited to hear about her father’s teenage romance.

A/N: This came to me while I was daydreaming during class. Amazing what a weekend of binge rewatching Harry Potter will do to you, lmao. Also, I’m debating on making an alternate ending to you and Harry’s story. Oh! Also it’s super long!!

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“Dad, was mum your first girlfriend?” The 9 year old Lily Potter whispered to her father with a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. 

It was a snowy winter night, the day before her brothers, James and Albus returned from Hogwarts for Christmas break. Her mother, Ginny Potter was out for the night, preparing for the other Weasley-Potter kids’ return. 

“Well, do you promise to keep this a secret between us?” Harry replied enthusiastically, sitting down on Lily’s bed as she sat up with her girlish excitement twinkling in her eyes.

“Definitely. So it wasn’t mum?” She giggled as she got situated to hear this very exclusive bed-time story, her sleepiness cast away, nowhere to be found.

“No, although I love your mum very much. My first girlfriend’s name was Y/N Y/L/N.” He paused for a second, for just speaking your name brought back so many memories that made him almost tear up.

“That’s such a pretty name! Was she in Gryffindor, like you and mum?” Lily reacted, and with that Harry resumed the story.

“Actually, cupcake, she wasn’t. She was in Slytherin.” Harry smiled, watching Lily’s face turn into a look of absolute shock as she gasped.

“A Slytherin? Really? Was she pretty?”  

“The prettiest girl at Hogwarts. You see, in our first year, me, Uncle Ron and Auntie Hermione, we had to face this big, scary troll in the girls bathroom. She saved us, because she knew a lot of charms, even as a first year!”

“So she was smart, too!”

“Yeah. She was brilliant.”

December, 1993 Outside the shrieking shack

“He was their friend!” Harry yelled out angrily, hopelessly, powerlessly. He was so frustrated, so sad, and yet he was so powerless in that situation. He couldn’t possibly go after Sirius Black, he didn’t even know where he was. He couldn’t go back in time to save his parents. He could only feel hatred. Intense hatred.

Just when the dark, black smoke of anger started to crowd his senses, his head snapped upwards, his darkened eyes making contact with your unbelievably bright and gentle ones- as your warm hand enveloped his affectionately. The thick smoke vanished in a second, a wave of tears replacing it. He weakly wraps his hand around yours, feeling the small moon-shaped charm on your bracelet to calm himself.

You held him silently, as Ron and Hermione watched him helplessly weep into your shoulder. 

November, 1994 Outside the champions tent

“Harry, you’re brilliant.” You sighed happily, each breath filled with adrenaline as you went to greet him first thing after his first task in the Triwizard tournament.

“Thanks to you, Y/N. You taught me the accio spell.” Harry chuckled proudly, the golden egg heavy in his arms like a trophy worth billions of galleons. 

You rolled your eyes with a grin, laughing as you shove him into the crowd of Gryffindors waiting for him. “No Harry, you just are brilliant. You were amazing.”

You stand there smiling at him and his friends, one by one telling him how they believed him now, and that he was doing justice for the Gryffindor house. That was all you ever wanted for him- to be happy. 

He glances at you with a hint of guilt, his gaze flickering down to the green emblem on your robes for just a split second. If only you were in Gryffindor. He thought multiple times. Because even though he didn’t care at all, the others did. Teachers did. Fate did. 

But you only smile back at him and raise your brows, as if to say “Go, have fun with your friends.” With the overwhelmingly kind look he couldn’t find even if he searched for it in the eyes of the whole Hufflepuff house. Only in yours.

“Why were you talking to Potter? Come on, then.” Pansy pulls on your robes, pulling you away from the bright, cheery crowd of crimson red and yellow.

December, 1994 Gryffindor common room

“You really should just gather your things and come live with us.” Hermione joked, watching you nibble a candy cane while you faced your potions report in the Gryffindor common room that has now become your second home.

Looking up from the parchment at the three of your favorite Gryffindors sitting on the couches, you nodded in agreement. “Honestly, ‘Mione, I would if I could.” 

Harry and Ron burst out laughing, imaging you packing up and moving into the Gryffindor dorms. “You should!” Harry encouraged.

“And- Y/N, have you decided who you’re going with to the Yule Ball yet?” Hermione asked rather hesitantly, her eyes locked with Harry’s.

But you don’t notice, replying “No, the person I really wanted to go with hasn’t asked me yet.” You mutter bashfully, everyone in the room, except Harry knowing who you meant exactly.

“Oh, that’s a shame. I’m sure he’ll ask you soon. I know you’ve already got plenty of asks, he should hurry.” Hermione sends Harry a death glare, her head cocking towards you, demanding him to ask you right now. Harry blushed intensely, gazing at you pondering whilst your stare bore into your unfinished report.

“That’s cause Y/N’s the pretty Slytherin princess, who wouldn’t ask her?” Ginny interrupted for a brief second, giggling at your reaction to the nickname the students had given you.

“For God’s sake, Harry!” Hermione blurted out, sending Harry into a state of complete panic.

“Okay! I get it! Y/N, willyougototheyuleballwithme?”

“Huh?”

“Hermione, what’s a god?”

“Ronald, this is not the time!”

“Y/N!” Harry yelled, practically everyone in the whole common room listening now. “WILL YOU GO TO THE YULE BALL WITH ME!” He screamed, your mouth hanging open as you stared at the chosen one in shock.

After a brief second, everyone bursts out laughing, and in the midst of the uncontrollable laughs erupting from your stomach, you wipe a tear away and scream back, “YES!” 

And the cheers go wild.

June 1996 Ministry of Magic

“Harry!” You yelp, dashing towards the limp figure laying in the sand, ignoring every other adult there that tried to stop you.

Harry, trying to fight the daunting whispers of Voldemort, gets a sudden surge of power hearing your voice. He can feel you close by, kneeling down next to him. The warm, strong yet inviting aura of yours makes him feel invincible as he regains control of himself. 

“Harry.” You sigh a breath of relief as he wakes, clutching onto your arm of dear life. He dives into your arms, and you slide your arms under his, head buried in his shoulder. 

His voice is tired and deep, but you still hear it very clearly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

August 1997 The Burrow

“Love, you look... brilliant.” Harry gravitates towards you in the after-ceremony of Bill and Fleur’s wedding. He admires your amazingly attractive figure wrapped up in the gold and royal blue dress that reminds him of the night sky. 

“You’re supposed to say that to Fleur, y’know. But... you look good too, darling.” Your shy, yet bright smile ignites an eternal flame in his heart, wondering how he managed to snag such a brilliant human being. 

“Speaking of, have you seen how beautiful the sky was tonight?” Your soft hand takes his and he lets you lead him out of the crowded tent- if he was being honest, he’d let you lead him anywhere.

“Well, you know, they’re alright.” Harry joked, earning him a light punch on the shoulder from you. “One day, do you think we’d marry under the moonlight like tonight’s?” He knew it was forward, but he couldn’t help but to ask. Every day felt more and more rushed, and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be alive the next day, the next week, or the next year.

You squeezed his hand gently, meeting his brilliantly emerald eyes as he desperately searched for an answer in your gaze. “We will. I’ll love you forever, Harry.” 

His heart feels like they’re about to burst through his ribcage, as he hastily closes the gap between your lips. Your lips taste like vanilla, and he savors every second, feeling your warmth, your soft skin, until the moment is broken by the chaos inside.

March 1998 Malfoy Manor

“Throw the three into the cellar! I... want to have a chat with this one!” Bellatrix Lestrange stomps over to you, recognizing your face immediately. She ignores Harry’s cries of threats and drinks you in dangerously. You stand tall, with nothing to hide, even though her presence sends chills down your spine.

“So... Y/L/N, that’s your name, isn’t it, girl? Your parents told me ALL about you, Y/N! Associating yourself with blood traitors! Mudbloods! Friends? With Gryffindors? Hufflepuffs!” She circles around you, like she was debating with herself on what she should do with you.

“Your parents... disowned you, I heard! You! Are a traitor to your blood!” With a swift flick of her wand, a deep cut appeared on your right arm. You screamed in pain, trying to supress the want to collapse on the floor.

“To your house!” Her wand swishes through the air, and another long, claw-like cut. This time almost slicing off your left leg. Your throat itches from the force as you let out another heart-wrenching scream, horrified at what she might end up doing to you. 

You didn’t want to die. 

“Y/N!! We have to help her. Please. Open, God-dammit! Bellatrix, she’ll kill her!” Harry yelled, tears splitting from his darkened eyes in the lit cellar, feeling the dark knot form in his stomach, hinting at something horrible that he felt was going to happen. He continuously banged his fist at the metal bars, but everyone knew it wasn’t going to come down.

Ron held Hermione silently as she cried.

“Bella, stop, her father-” Narcissa Malfoy’s fearful shout made Harry drain all colors in his face. 

“Harry, I love you.” You whisper under your breath.

“Avada Kedavra!” 

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the remaining prisoners in the cellar found themselves on the beaches of the shell cottage, all confused on what had just happened.

“No... Y/N, she did this.” Hermione gasped, tears blurring her vision as she looked out at the blue sky that seemed like it stretched out for miles.

Harry let out a pained shudder. Without even checking if you were here or not, he could feel that he lost you. That you were gone. From his grasp. You said forever. That you’d marry him under the moonlight. You said, you loved him. He was supposed to defeat Voldemort, and live the normal life you both craved. The realization that he wouldn’t be able to hear your voice, or your laugh, and he wouldn’t be able to feel you against him, your angelic eyes on him, dawned on Harry’s fragile heart. He let out yells of agony, knowing that no matter what he did, nothing would bring you back.

But you said forever.

“Oh, no.” Lily gulped, seeing that just talking about it pained her father, still. “But I don’t understand, what did she do before...” Lily trailed off, curious as to why your death resulted in the rest getting saved.

“It was ancient magic she used. Even Auntie Hermione didn’t know the incantations to it. She’d only read about it years ago. Before Y/N’s death, the charm would grant her to use one last spell without her wand. She used it on the disapparation and apparation for the 6 of us.” Harry looked distantly into the air, his hand reaching for the bracelet on his wrist.

“This was hers, cupcake. Recognize anything?” Harry held out your charmed bracelet in front of Lily, her eyes twinkling as she figured it out instantly. 

“My name?” Harry nodded with a hopeful smile on his face.

“Lily Luna Potter.” 

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ps. Lily was named after you. You had always worn the moon charmed bracelet, and Luna = Moon. Many people thought it was after Luna Lovegood, but in reality, it was you.

[normal-thoughts-official]

We need more MIND CONTROL ANGST in this fandom give me Alec hurts Magnus and for a split second Magnus is just shocked with this feeling of "alec... hit me?" And even tho he very quickly realizes something is wrong it just feels so wrong and painful and later when Alec is unwhammied hes so guilty he doesn't want to even touch Magnus but that's what Magnus needs most rn, touch and affection and reassurance and comfort, cue misunderstandings and more angst before the ultimate happy ending :)

again, ur mind........ the talent in this.... *girl in porn voice* it's so big

also this is tagged but just to make sure, trigger warning for mind control, abuse/child abuse mentions, self harm

ok maybe it starts like... they are together and alec has a headache or something as the control kicks in or something and he falls to the ground and magnus runs after him like what happened? and alec's like "something's wrong, magnus, stay away" but magnus is too worried so he doesnt listen and he touches alec and alec hits him

and for a second he thinks it's because he went too far and touched alec without consent and his mind is flashing with asmodeus and his words when he hit him, and memories and for a second he barely knows where he is and what is happening and who is who. and because this is happening slowly alec screams "something is controlling me!" because he knows soon he'll be like possessed completely and he wants to apologize but he knows it's more important to let magnus know what's happening first. and sure enough soon a Demonic Voice overtakes him and his alec is obviously gone

and it's quickly resolved because magnus is 1- smart, and 2- powerful, and clearly the spell whomstever was using on alec was not super strong lmao. maybe someone who was trying to get to magnus for some reason? so like, extra spice because magnus feels guilty - he knows all too well what it's like to be forced to do things you don't want to do, to see yourself as a monster, to have nightmares about being forced to hurt the people you love- 

and alec of course is drowning drowning drowning in guilt as well because he hurt magnus, it's the one thing he remembers before losing control, he hurt magnus when he was supposed to protect him, and he knows magnus has history with abuse, and he could clearly see the way that magnus lost himself in a flashback for a second, he triggered him and he became the people he had always sworn he'd never be, that he'd help him forget, and he hurt magnus he hurt magnus he hurt magnus he hurt magnus

and he feels so stupid because he hadn't even realized something was wrong before it was too fucking late, and he had enough control to scream at him, but not to hold himself back? what kind of bullshit is that? he feels like a failure and he blames himself and he wants to scratch his own skin off, make himself bleed because he failed the one person he loved the most, again, and he doesn't deserve magnus if he can't help him

so basically like as soon as magnus manages to undo the spell and they are done Finding The Culprit and Resolving The Plot alec is just like. completely retracted in himself. already scratching his hands in a similar way to what he did when magnus was in the hospital, fists tight and hurting, and usually magnus would notice that, but all he sees is the rage burning within alec, that terrifying anger that he shows sometimes and after alec hurt him... it's scary

and because the person who did this was trying to get to him, he feels like that's his fault, too. he dragged alec into this mess and he was too much again, and he's nothing but a burden to the people he loves and he knows how alec feels like he needs to be in control of things, how if he doesn't he loses his footing, and losing control of his body is the most terrifying experience - magnus would know - and he brought this on alec and didn't even notice when he's the warlock, he should be able to have noticed the spell, he could have stopped this whole thing from happening but he didn't and things could have been so much worse, all because he wasn't paying attention as always, and god, he hurt someone he loved, didn't he? again. he's like an omen, bringing pain and death and hurt to everyone around him, he's cursed-

and alec pretty much leaves immediately with some bullshit excuse about needing something, and magnus tries to call for him, but alec is gone in an instant and ignores magnus. and magnus is just unleashing the spiral he had been keeping at bay and contained while he was figuring out the solution for this, and he just had a horrible flashback moment and the voice of his father is running free around his head, telling him everything about how he's not good enough, not powerful enough, how he'll never have anyone because he's a demon and this is what he was made to, to hurt, and he might try to pretend otherwise but in the end it will always come back to this; so he's in a bad mental state to not realize what he otherwise would immediately - alec is blaming himself, of course he is - and just sees that he's angry and leaves. and then he's alone with his thoughts screaming at him that he keeps bringing pain to the people he loves, that he's useless, evil even, that his father was right, that camille was right

and maybe he knows deep down that alec wouldn't blame him for this but he still can't help but think that eventually alec would grow tired of him and why not now? what does magnus even have to offer him, except for baggage and pain?

and he can't help but think, what if it happens again? what if that was just the first time and soon enough alec will become camille just like he always feared his next lover would? and then he feels guilty for even thinking that, because of course alec wouldn't, and this wasn't his fault, and magnus should be able to get over it instead of spiralling like that and acting like alec had done something wrong when he knows alec got the worst position in that situation

and alec is just shooting arrows all night, letting his hands bleed and hurt and also doing his best to train, because he needs to do better, he needs to be stronger and he can't keep letting this happen because last time it was irreversible. and he's thankful this time wasn't like that but this is unacceptable and god, he hurt magnus

he probably only comes back home the next day and magnus doesn't sleep at all that night because fuck, he fucked up. he didn't notice and he let this happen to alec and then he was a baby about it and mentally compared him to camille and basically blamed alec for all of that and alec didn't even come back home. maybe this time he's done forever, maybe alec's tired of him, maybe this will be the one thing they never manage to overcome, because alec will blame himself and magnus can't pull his shit back together to support him, and god alec will blame himself and god last time this happened magnus had to take him off the ledge, and alec promised he would tell him if things ever got that bad but how could alec even trust him right now, what if he's gone, magnus didn't even check up on him, he was too busy worrying about himself like some fucking asshole

and like he knows alec is alive because he can sense him with magic even if faintly but he still has that moment of panic and maybe alec isn't ok and he doesn't know but what right does magnus have to track him down right now? what good could he even do? it would be overbearing and unfair to go after him, alec obviously doesn't want his company right now

so when alec finally comes home the next day magnus is like "alexander" relieved and worried at the same time and he kind of runs to him but alec stays still so he pauses when he stops, hand even hovering mid-air, clearly hesitant and afraid to touch him and alec thinks, he's scared of me, look at what you did, he can't even trust you enough to touch you. and because alec doesn't touch him either and just seems closed off, magnus thinks, you can't fix this. it's all your fault and he'll never open up to you again. you're done

and then more guilt because he thinks, alec is not camille, he's not withholding touching me as punishment, why can't i stop acting like this is his fault? what's wrong with me? just talk. but he can't because he's terrified and there's so much going on in his head and then he feels worse because he can't just do the right thing and communicate, again, when clearly he should be the one to bring this up and make sure alec knows it wasn't his fault, and apologize for not being there for him

and maybe alec has that moment of "maybe i should just... go" and then magnus tries to stop him like "no, don't, please" because he's scared if this goes on for longer he'll just spiral harder and then he'll lose alec for good. and in the process he touches alec and alec recoils like he's been burned and magnus freezes completely and the sudden movement makes his eyes widen for a second and there's this almost imperceptible flinch and then again the guilt because 1- he touched alec without consent and warranted this reaction; 2- alec doesn't even want to touch him and he could have prevented this; 3- he's acting like alec would just become his abusers again. why the hell did he flinch?

and alec goes "i'm sorry", and magnus almost interrupts in his haste to be like "no, no, no, don't be sorry" almost begging him and that's when it hits alec that magnus has probably been spiralling this whole time too. and he wasn't there for him when magnus obviously needed comfort after such a traumatic experience. fuck he's fucking this up even more

so magnus can see the spiral in alec's eyes and he's like "no, come on, sit down, it's alright" and offers him like tea or something and his hands are shaking a bit because he wants to fix this and they both do really. cue awkward "im sorry" "no im sorry" "no im sorry" "no im-"

anyway they both talk about what they had been thinking and the guilt and the spirals and (in magnus' case) the whole thing about being triggered and not knowing how to deal with that and they clear the air and reassure each other because they are healthy and communicate and we stan that. sometimes just talking about the pain and reassuring each other is enough, you know?

and like alec holds magnus' face tenderly where he had hit him and very slowly leans down to give it a kiss and strokes it a bit and magnus takes alec's hand/fist and gives it a kiss too and slowly heals his knuckles and alec smiles up at him in the way he does and magnus' eyes shine too when he asks "better?" all hopeful like it really matters to him you know

and just alec peppering kisses on magnus' face and magnus kind of nuzzling against his hand and they both get that comfort of touching and knowing that they're still welcomed for each other and they have a Really Long Hug. complete with alec's face buried in magnus' shoulders and magnus clutching him a bit and it's almost smothering for them both but it's what they both need you know. and they whisper to each other "it's ok" and "i love you" and all that nice stuff 👌

anyway this is REALLY LONG so im ending it now im just obsessed with the mental image of alec kissing magnus' face and magnus' kissing his hand bye. also i love this ask ugh we stan mind control angst

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Too Much | Cho Seungyoun

Request:

can i request a smutty oneshot where the reader is ceo!seungyoun’s gf and after a couple days of him coming home late/not coming him at all because he’s overworking himself, she goes to his office herself (all dressed up 👀) to try and help him unwind/relax? basically him fucking his gf over a desk lmao, hope this is okay!

↬ Pairing: Seungyoun x fem!reader.

↬ Genre: Smut, bit of fluffy ending.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, dom!Seungyoun, dirty talking, slight degradation, semi-exhibitionism, oral sex (blowjob), very slight bondage, fingering, unprotected sex.

↬ Word Count: 3.8k.

↬ Song Recommendation: “Too Much” by Loco ft. Dean.

The sun coming down reflected on your windshield as you drove your car, turning right before seeing your destination come in sight. The building stood tall, somehow looking threatening and making you doubt whether you really were going to follow through your plan. It wasn’t a hurried decision considering that you had been trying to gather the courage to do it since quite a few weeks after noticing the pattern your boyfriend had started to create, but it was also your first time visiting him at work. Taking a deep breath, you parked the car, your fingers turning white as you held the steering wheel tightly, comforting you a bit before you got out.

A slight breeze sent shivers down your spine, the cold air impacting mainly on your exposed legs. Your eyes travelled down examining your outfit, wondering if it was fancy enough; as the CEO’s girlfriend, you couldn’t just show up in any clothes. The mid-thigh skirt wasn’t doing much to protect you against the weather, although it would have been much worse without the thin dark stockings underneath it. You ironed the white shirt with your fingers and fixed your coat while walking towards the entrance, the sound of your high heels resonating on the empty street.

Pushing through the heavy glass door, a man behind the welcoming desk smiled at you kindly but without saying a word, waiting for you to initiate the conversation, which was rather odd… wasn’t that supposed to work the other way? Without giving it much thought, you proceeded to ask in a low voice.

“Excuse me… I have come to meet the CEO, Cho Seungyoun.”

The man nodded, as if he expected it, and asked in a condescending tone: “Do you have an appointment?”

“Ah, no, but I–” He waited no time in interrupting you.

“Then I’m afraid you can’t see him now. If you call to this number,” he scribbled down in a card, handing it to you, the tactic being too obvious as you saw what was probably his name on it, “you can arrange a meeting.”

Smiling as sweetly as you could, you declined his offer. “I’m his girlfriend.”

You could see the blush on his face as his eyes opened wide, starting to stutter as he pointed out the way indicating which floor you had to go to, much more polite than at the beginning. It was fun to see the immediate change without even confirming whether it was true, the thought of the employee trembling at the fact making you wonder just how strict of a boss was Seungyoun.

Waiting for the elevator you could feel eyes on you, turning away whenever you tried to catch who they belonged to. As you heard a few people muttering, you noticed that other’s women outfits weren’t as sophisticated as you were, rather using full suits instead of skirts and blazers on top of their shirts. You started to feel slightly embarrassed, focusing on the numbers changing as the elevator went up, your hands quickly closing the long coat as a way to protect yourself from the gazes.

After what it seemed to take forever, you got to the floor, hurriedly getting out of the cramped space while examining the whole room to see if you could find your boyfriend’s office. Finally, you noticed a slouched figure behind one of the glass walls, a sudden relief washing over your body as you recognized Seungyoun working on his office, sitting behind his desk as he seemed to study the papers in front of him. Nodding to some of the workers you passed by, you opened the door, careful to not disturb him as you got in.

“Have you finally brought the right papers? Also, ask everyone to stop sending messages through the work chat, I can see them, and what are they all being so loud for? Who came? I haven’t authorized anyone to pass.” His tone was completely serious as he rearranged some of the papers on the desk, almost throwing one of the folders to you as he looked up to his screen to check something. “The numbers are wrong, ask the statistic office to check them at least once.”

It was hard to hold back your giggle. “Would be nice if you looked up every now and then, your employees will hate you otherwise.”

Right when you started the sentence, his eyes shoot up, a smile spreading on his face as he stood up and walked around the dark wood table to hug you.

“What are you doing here? I thought you would be at home…”

Pouting, you played with the collar of his shirt. “Well, you have been working way too much… and since it’s impossible to make you take one free day, I thought of coming here.” You placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning to press a kiss against his sleep thankful that he was covering you from anyone spying.

“I know, it’s just that the deadline is close and everything must be perfect, plus we started a new deal with another business.” It was fun to see the contrast between his boss-self and the Seungyoun you were so familiar with, especially as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I need to finish some work now, would you mind to wait for a bit? We can go have dinner to some fancy place afterwards.”

There wasn’t much you could do now and he was being too kind considering you came without prior notice too. You nodded, not without slapping his butt as he turned around to go back to his seat. While you heard the incessant typing, you walked around, staring at the multiple diplomas and degrees on the walls. On one of the shelves, there were all the awards that the agency had won next to pictures of Seungyoun with numerous renowned business men. It had been barely a year since you two had started dating, but by now you had noticed he wasn’t too keen on talking about his work, which was a bit surprising seeing just how big part of his life it had become. When you asked him about it, he simply said it was because he preferred to keep both separated and focus on relaxing while at home and you hadn’t pressed much on it.

After a few minutes, you took of your coat and sat down on the sofa, grabbing one of the magazines that was on the coffee table without paying much attention to it. Instead, you preferred to watch Seungyoun working: the way his hair was slicked back, his tie slightly loose since he pulled on it whenever he got stressed, the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled showing the shiny wrist watch that blinded you each time he angled it in a particular way and one of your favorite tattoos of him, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose sliding a bit and his hand quickly putting them back in place, how he nibbled on his bottom lip, the soft grunt he would let out when something in the screen wasn’t going the way he wanted… You knew he was having a hard time, but he was also looking extremely hot while doing it so, to the point where you couldn’t think straight anymore.

“Is that article so interesting?” His question interrupted your thoughts, causing you to blink a few times and he smirked. “You have been drooling for quite a while…”

You let out a breathy laugh and got up to walk next to him, hugging him from behind and resting your head on the crook of his neck. “Is there a lot left?”

He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “Almost done.”

“Hmm… You are pretty tense.” Your hands slid down his chest, barely grazing his belt. “Want me to help you relax a bit?”

Seungyoun sighed, grasping your wrist right before it got to his groin. “I’m at work, princess.”

“And?” You pressed your lips against his neck, lightly nibbling on the skin before licking a stripe, his head falling to a side to allow you reach more. “If I get under the desk, it should be fine, right? You deserve it, you have been working so hard…”

Before he could even form an answer, you took a peak outside the office only to notice almost everyone had gone by now and dropped to your knees, quickly undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, palming him over his underwear earning a groan from him. Maybe it was the rush of being caught what turned him on so much because in just a few minutes he was hard, his length twitching under the fabric.

“Don’t tease me, y/n.” His tone was commanding, eyes piercing as he looked down on you, the new side of him making you wet. “Be a good girl and suck me off, hm?”

Unable to form any kind of reply that didn’t expose just how much power his words had over your whole self, you decided to follow his order. Hooking your fingers on the tight band of his underwear, you pulled it down enough to free him, his head thrown back as you slid your tongue on his shaft covering it up with your saliva. With a wicked smile, you teased the tip of his cock, already tasting the precum forming on the tiny slit. His head rested on the back of your head, encouraging you to take him in your mouth, shutting his eyes closed as he felt your lips wrapping around his member.

Right as you were about to begin bobbing your head, the door of the office opened, the sound of steps getting closer to the desk stopping you dead on your tracks. You looked up, trying to get some kind of indication on what to do from your boyfriend but he was completely ignoring you, his gaze fixed on the person before him.

“Is there anything you want to tell me, Miss Lee?”

“Ah, yes, here are the files you asked for, Sir.” You could feel a hesitant tone on her voice and you wondered if she was the woman that Seungyoun was waiting for when you had entered his office earlier.

“Thank you.” Realizing that the woman hadn’t left, Seungyoun continued. “Anything else?”

“W-well, you see… Some of the other employees were going to have a drinking meet up to celebrate the stocks going up, a-and… I was wondering if you would like to c-come…” You rolled your eyes at the obvious excuse to flirt with him, but what annoyed you the most was how much time your boyfriend was taking to decline the offer so you could continue, so you engulfed more of his length into your mouth and heard his fist impact on the desk, scaring you and his secretary, apparently. “A-are you feeling well, Sir?”

“Yes, it’s nothing, sorry, thought there was… something…” His voice sounded strained, so you swirled your tongue and pressed lightly on the underside of his tip.

“I see… T-then, will you come with us to celebrate?”

Just as a reminder, you went all the way, holding back a gag when you felt him hit the back of your throat, causing him to clear his own. “No, I’m sorry, but I have plans with my girlfriend tonight.” Pleased with his answer, you were about to pull out until his hand forced you to stay in place.

“Oh… I will get going then. Have a good night, sir.”

As the door closed, you hurriedly tapped on his thigh and he put his hand away allowing you to pull his dick out of your mouth as you coughed violently, the air hitting your lungs all at once as you tried to dry the tears that had clouded your vision. While you tried to recover, Seungyoun put away all the things on his work station with the most calmed expression, taking his time until he finished and went back to look at you, his thumb wiping the corner of your lips.

“I warned you to not tease me, baby.” He fixed his clothes again before he leaned in and picked you up, placing you on his desk. “Guess I should have expected it seeing the outfit you are wearing. Were you the one to cause all that fuss in the office?” His hand slid up your leg, appreciating the smoothness of the stockings. “I can’t have you wrecking the whole place… or was that what you wanted?”

“N-no…”

His actions made it hard for you to focus on what he was saying, the previous situation had already turned you on beyond any expectation but now it was him acting all confident, teasing you on purpose.

“Are you sure? Are you sure you didn’t want my secretary to listen to those lewd noises you made while choking on my cock?” His fingers slipped under your skirt. “Or have my employees trying to get a sneak peak of your ass?” Seungyoun’s gaze burned, your cheeks hot as he analyzed each of your reactions, smirking at the gasp that left your lips when he cupped your core. “You are dripping wet, sweetheart…”

“Seungyoun, please…”

His fingers kept rubbing you, the friction not being enough, the two layers of fabric, your panties and the stockings, starting to become annoying as you held his hand in place.

“Tsk, no, you didn’t follow my order before, so you don’t get to do what you want.”

Within a second, he slapped your grip, undoing his tie and wrapping it around your wrists, tying them behind your back rather tightly. You could feel the blood burn under your skin, your muscles itching in anticipation and your heart beating faster as you noticed a few lights still on outside the office. What if there was anyone out there? What if you got caught in the act? How was Seungyoun going to explain that and would it have any negative consequences on his position? All the questions dissipated from your mind as you heard a loud ripping noise, looking down to find your boyfriend smiling playfully.

“You- You ripped my stockings?!” For a second, you forgot of the whole scenario, but he made sure to remind you who was in charge in a flash, his fingers making your underwear to a side and feeling up the slit of your pussy.

“They were in the way and this is most discrete than having you fully exposed on my desk, don’t you think?” Your muscles tightened at the suggestion and he raised an eyebrow. “You like that idea? Hmm, who would have thought that my darling could be such a slut…? Wanting to be exhibited…” One of his fingers entered you, Seungyoun purring on your ear as he felt you clenching around it. “What would everyone think? You looked so professional a few hours ago and now you are sprawled and whining for me on my desk.”

The feeling was overwhelming, his breath grazing your skin with each word he said, making you feel hot all over as you fought with the strains that prohibited you touching him. He kept fingering you at a slow pace, loving how you squirmed under his touch, trying to keep your sounds low in case anyone would hear, but when he suddenly inserted another finger, it was impossible to hold back the guttural moan you let out.

“Fuck, Seungyoun, I really can’t take it…”

“Hm? Weren’t you going to help me relax? Maybe you are not the good pet I thought you would be…” You could feel that he was going to pull back, so reuniting each bit of strength you had left, you surrounded him with your legs and pressed him against you.

“Please, please… Use me in any way you want but I beg you to fuck me, I just can’t wait anymore, I need you, Youn, please…” The last few words came out muffled with sobs, the need in your system growing bigger and bigger under his hungry stare.

“You are too much, babygirl, too much for anyone to handle…” His hands unbuttoned your shirt impatiently, sighing when his favorite lacy bra came into view. “Anyone but me.”

His lips crashed against yours in a rough kiss, groaning at his own taste on your mouth as he slipped his tongue in, swallowing all of your whimpers when he took out his cock and buried inside you in one strong thrust. Smoothly, he pushed your shoulders until you felt the cold wood through the thin fabric of your shirt, and Seungyoun would swear he could have come right then at the view: you, laying back on his desk with your hands tied up behind your back, your breasts bouncing each time he rammed into you, your skirt lifting up slightly to show your cunt taking him in with the panties aside and your ripped stockings, some of his precum smeared on the side of your face, your loud whimpers and the wet sound filling the room in evidence of the lustful act you two were doing. It was his biggest fantasy come true, but the real thing was so much better than what he had played on his mind over and over again.

Right as you felt the knot on your stomach tightening up, you saw a shadow cross the glass wall, fear invading you, but when you looked at Seungyoun, his smile was bigger than ever.

“Why are you so quiet now, doll? You suddenly feel shy? I’m their boss anyway.” His high pitched laugh didn’t match the aggressive pace he maintained while moving his hips. “Why don’t you let them hear who you belong to, hm? Who makes you feel this way? Who is in charge of pleasing you?”

You didn’t dare to reply with words, shaking your head multiple times while trying to make him stop somehow, although the way your body reacted to his voice was betraying your true desires.

“C’mon y/n, I know you love this… I can feel your dirty juices spilling, making a mess… Just admit it, baby, you love being fucked raw by me, completely at my mercy and being this vulnerable and exposed… so helpless…” He continued to shove his length into you, his hands holding your hips in place. “Can you let go of your inhibitions for me?”

Shyly, you opened your mouth. “I-It’s… too much…” Your whimper sent shivers down his spine, his cheeks blushing as he got closer to you.

“I know you can and want to take all of me in this pretty, tight hole of yours, my love, you just have to ask.” Seungyoun pressed a few kisses on the valley of your breasts, sucking on the skin and leaving marks. “Give yourself to me, y/n.”

Just like that, your whole body crumbled, your thighs shaking as your orgasm washed over you, your mouth letting out a mix of incoherencies along with your boyfriend’s name. A few thrusts later, Seungyoun came as well, the feeling of his sperm filling you making you complain from oversensitivity while he made sure to completely empty inside of you. He stayed like that for a while, holding you before peppering you with small kisses and praising against your skin just how good you had been for him, his hands quickly untying yours. When he got soft, he pulled out, hiding a giggle at the complete mess he had caused before looking for some wipes to clean you and himself a little.

When you composed yourself, you fixed your clothes, still feeling a bit uncomfortable with each movement you made since you could feel some of “Seungyoun” inside of you. Everything seemed to be in order, except for your ripped stockings for the which ones your boyfriend apologized under the promise of buying you even better ones, and while you were trying to comb your hair with your fingers, the criminal got closer, helping you put on your coat before hugging you.

“Do you feel more relaxed now?”

He laughed at your sarcastic question. “Yes, very.” Seungyoun pulled away, holding your face in his hands. “Thank you, really. Wasn’t quite expecting that ending but… It was amazing. You really are a good girl.”

Your whole face got red at the sudden compliment, slapping his arm before you grabbed your purse and got out of the office, still waiting for him outside of it. Carefully, you studied the surroundings, but no one seemed to be at the building, so maybe the shadow you had seen before was just a product of your imagination… or so you hoped.

As you got down on the elevator with Seungyoun tightly holding your hands and discussing where you should go to have dinner, you were greeted with an overall familiar face. The guy that had welcomed you earlier that day, and something told you that the blush on his cheeks wasn’t caused merely because of the incident during your presentation.

“Ah, Hangyul, you are still here?” Seungyoun’s tone was extremely casual, your eyes getting bigger as you realized that they must have been more than just co-workers. “Thought you would have gone out with Miss Lee to celebrate.”

The other man wouldn’t look at you in the eye and furtively avoiding your boyfriend’s stare. “Yeah, I just thought it would be more interesting to stay around here and… do some work…”

It was just for a fraction of a second, but you got to see the rampaging boner that the younger had, although he was desperately trying to cover it with his briefcase. Seungyoun must have noticed, because in a second he was standing in front of you, hiding you from his friend.

“I see. Was it interesting enough?” You suppose the other must have nodded due to the elder’s laugh. “Well done today, hope we can work together on some other opportunity. We will be leaving first, make sure to close properly and handle all unfinished business first hand.”

Immediately after you two left the building, Seungyoun exploded in laughter, making you feel even more embarrassed than before as you reprimanded him for making fun of the poor guy.

“That was too much, Youn! You crossed a line!”

His laughing fit started to calm, sliding an arm behind your back as you started walking to your car. “I was just imitating you, my love.”

The only sound that was heard was the echo of Seungyoun’s whine after you flicked his forehead. Despite his bad puns and silly attitude, he was still the man you had fallen for. A man that was “too much” for anyone, but not for you.

this has no business being so fucking long and I don’t know why I added Gyul at the ending but it just seemed fun and I want to cry so much because writing this made me incredibly horny bye

~Nani

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TUA S3 Episode Titles

Basic ideas of what each episode title could entail, but FYI I suck at these since every single one I made for the last season were wrong lmao so one thing we’ve gotta take into consideration is how the titles affected the episodes in the previous seasons.

[1] Meet The Family:

Pretty self-explanatory in that it will introduce both the Umbrella Academy and the audience to the Sparrow Academy, while also vice-versa in introducing the Sparrows in their own way to the Umbrella Academy with a sense of irony using such a casual term. Also adds an ironic twist to the phrase Klaus used in S2 ‘Family barbeques are about to get real weird’ (Klaus back at it again with his underestimated clairvoyance maaaaaaammmm).

[2] World’s Biggest Ball of Twine:

I know a lot of people want a family road trip—me too lads me too—but I honestly think this’ll be referencing the timeline after all the Hargreeves’ shenanigans. I can only assume that this may be said at some point by Five while explaining why they can’t just use the briefcase again, assuming they still have it, to just go back immediately to fix things. Their actions causes too much chaos and they need time to figure things out, potentially hide out (although I’d love to have them stay at the Academy in order to make things easier and cause friction with the Sparrows) while Five tries to figure things and the others try to find a sense of stability amongst the destruction they’ve caused. They fucked up, plain and simple, and now poor Five needs time to fix it.

[3] Pocket Full Of Lightning:

I went about looking for anything this could be referring to in terms of song lyrics or reference and couldn’t find anything yet, but something that did come to mind was that of the nursey rhyme containing the words ‘pocket full of posies’. While not the same, the nursey rhyme uses a pocket full of posies, or herbs, to ward off disease and death so my first thought was that they used this to show that flowers could be seen as innocent, but a pocket full of lightning could be something that is quick and sudden and hurts someone? I’m not sure to be honest. But the symbolism of having something in your pockets comes from having something readily available, or easy to use. Meanwhile, lightning symbolizes the destruction of ignorance or marking people to remind them of what they barely survived. So many, much like the supper in Season 2, this episode may go into the actual power Reginald still holds—even if he isn’t their original father—over the Umbrella Academy and maybe the Sparrows as well?

[4]Kugelblitz:

This one is meant to be looked up and according to google means “a black hole formed from radiation as opposed to matter” and “a concentration of heat, light or radiation so intense that its energy forms an event horizon and becomes self-trapped”. So basically—something super dangerous and wild. But it does also mean “ball lightning” in German which could mean something more considering that there is another title in German and is an anti-aircraft tank made by Germany for WWII and was an operation by the Germans in 1943 against anti-Partisan in Yukoslavia. This title has so many means connected to German that I have to think may connect to Klaus or even allude to Five, due to the idea of black holes and time travel, also being German and potentially Klaus’ twin but it’s nothing concrete.

[5] Kindest Cut:

This seems to be a parody of the Julius Caesar phrase “This was the unkindest cut of all” upon his betrayal and murder at the hands of his fellow politicians, so I can only assume that this title may allude to another betrayal but one that was either seen coming or a murder that was asked. Maybe a mercy kill? I’m not sure to be honest. But I think that perhaps at this point one of the Sparrows, perhaps Sloane who due to the character profiles released seems to be the most likely to try and break away from the Sparrows, but it could also be Five joining the Sparrows to save his siblings being the kindest betrayal? Not sure.

[6] Marigold:

Due to the fact that the golden orbs of light we saw Reginald release in S1 and that Vanya both gave and took from Harlan, this episode may go more into detail of Reginald’s connections and potential experiments with the children’s powers. There are so many questions to be answered, especially about his link to the children and how his alien-ness may tie into things. Perhaps through flashbacks or experiments he does with the Sparrows and Umbrellas themselves? Due to the fact that the original Reginald seemed aware of what the children themselves were capable of power-wise with that of Klaus’ potential, having a vague awareness of time-travel in terms of how it affects people in connection to knowing Five wasn’t ready to do it yet and even how dangerous Vanya was and why he chose to lock her powers away. Reginald definitely knew more in the original timeline and I feel like now he is going to go more in-depth with the Umbrellas this season as adults rather than the rudimentary “superhero” training we saw them go through that suited the collective rather than showing individual training aside from Vanya with her glasses and Klaus’ exposure training with the mausoleum. I hope this episode will actually address the supposed “potential” Klaus had and why Reginald saw him as his “greatest disappointment” compared to Five who was MIA and Vanya who he seemingly gave up on, especially since the next episode definitely seems to be a Klaus-centric one that could finally address his power-arc started in S1 that was basically abandoned last season in favor of giving Ben more screen time.

[7] Auf Wirdersehen:

Translated from German to mean “Goodbye” in the sense of not a forever goodbye but rather a momentary one (“until we see each other again” —potential symbolism connected to the pilot “We Only See Each Other At Weddings and Funerals”?? The next episode is called “Wedding At The End of The World”??), it is ironic that this was also the name of a show from 1983 about seven people struggling through adversity and growing closer together which may also hint at the relationships within the Umbrella family/Team Zero getting better throughout the season. Anyways, this title definitely suggests to have a large connection to Klaus specifically due to his identity as being from Germany mainly due to speaking German throughout the first season, establishing that Reginald most likely bought Klaus from a German woman in 1989 like how he bought Vanya from a Russian woman the same way in the pilot. Now, I doubt that this would be a literal goodbye due to the fact that neither any of the showrunners/cast or even Robert Sheehan himself have come close to suggesting that Klaus may leave this season and due to the popularity of Klaus within the fandom, that wouldn’t be a smart move unless Sheehan expressly wanted to leave and said as much. They simply wouldn’t kill Klaus off around half-way through the season. But I doubt this sort of title would warrant being connected to anyone but Klaus. But I definitely could see this being a sort of rebirth for Klaus through an act of sacrifice and the introduction of his immortally into the main plot. I see this as hinting at Klaus sacrificing himself like Ben did in order to save his siblings but not staying dead like in S1 when he seemingly died saving Luther at the club, and coming back to life with a new resolve and completing his arc with him accepting Dave and Ben’s deaths and letting him finally find his potential that Reginald hinting at in S1. However, I think that would happen over time and rather he may die and either the others don’t know and only find out after he comes back or he dies and stays “dead” for this episode and we explore Klaus like Vanya was explored in S1 and S2 before he is revived for the next episode like how we saw him vanish with the briefcase in one episode in S1 and appear back on the bus visibly changed in the middle of the next episode.

[8] Wedding At The End of The World:

This one seems to also be very symbolic due to the fact that I doubt any couple within the show are close to be wed, but rather it being a symbolic coming-together of the Sparrow and Umbrella Academy in order to stop the coming Apocalypse (honestly, I don’t mind another apocalypse as long as it isn’t Vanya again). A “wedding” doesn’t have to be the marriage between two people, and according to Collins Dictionary can also be “the combination or blending of two separate elements” or a “joining together” which I think is the two Academies coming together. They are becoming one, or simply ‘Team Zero’.

[9] Six Bells:

This title I believe connects to that of Hotel Oblivion and the idea of a bell hop bell when someone enters a hotel and are checked in, but the fact that it is only “Six” bells makes me think of either two possibilities; one is that Five only at this point has joined the Sparrows and so is not included with the Umbrellas being forced into Hotel Oblivion, or that Klaus who I and many theorize will die two episodes prior to this will finally wake up revived only to find that his other siblings have been locked away leading to the irony of him, who was always seen as the “useless” one being forced to team up with the Sparrows against Reginald to save his siblings. As well as this, we also can point to that of a funeral in which a bell is rung 6 times potentially hinting at a death or connecting to death in terms of Klaus being presumed dead by his siblings? Death is often signaled by the ringing of a bell and something to note is also the ringing of a bell happening at both a wedding and a funeral (tying back into the pilot title?) so I think this may tie into both Klaus’ “death” and the “marriage” of Team Zero. I doubt they would go through with hyping and building the characters of the Sparrow Academy only to kill them before the finale, and we’ve seen from the S2 finale that killing the Umbrella Academy both makes no sense and would make the idea of including Hotel Oblivion in the finale useless due to the fact that they would be dead and so why would they be sent there. So I definitely think only six of the Umbrellas will be sent there and the one left behind will either be Five or Klaus.

[10] Oblivion:

The finale title is self-explanatory in tying into Hotel Oblivion, and I don’t really have much to theorize on it based solely on the fact that there is such a high probability that my previous theories could be wrong. All we know for certain is that Hotel Oblivion will definitely be making some sort of appearance this season, whether through threat of the actual team being taken there as seen by the set pictures leaked showing cars with the emblem of the Hotel. However, the word “oblivion” also has several meanings and could have a double meaning along with connecting to that of the hotel. Oblivion came mean “destruction”/”extinction” or “unaware” or “forgotten” and I think depending on what happens in terms of potential hints of other episode titles could definitely vary. If “Kugelblitz” ends up referring to a black-hole causing the new apocalypse then it could definitely connect to the destruction meaning, but if the likes of Klaus is revealed to be alive with his siblings in this episode after being assumed dead then it would definitely add to the meaning of his siblings being “unaware” or that Klaus has to save them or face being potentially “forgotten” and alone like the ghosts.

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Don’t Let Go

So this is a sequel (not requested) to Hold On that I really loved writing… I hope you all enjoy it, because I’m really nervous on posting it. I decided on the sequel after very careful thought, not wanting to ruin ‘Hold On’; but after scrutinising every detail, I hope people can have fun reading this. Also, over 2.5K words -- that’s a first lmao.

Also, this was beta read by none other than @marshmallow--3​! So, thank you, Sam! Go check them out -- they’re awesome!

Obviously, this is going to diverge from canon A LOT here -- so bear that in mind.

I could write this plot forever omfg I was finding it hard to stop -- I’m really sad to be putting this away now, but I could always write drabbles relating to it *wink wink*

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! I’d love to know what you all think; every comment/reblog is precious to me haha.

Tagging: @yourlocalfrenchie​ (if anyone wants to be tagged, let me know!)

The link to Hold On is HERE

Warnings: Violence, Angst with a fluffy ending. No swearing, (miraculously)

Days went by. Your body lay in the train; Jacob couldn’t figure out what to do with it.

He couldn’t eat, sleep or even hold a conversation. Evie couldn’t communicate with him, as he would never reply. His mind was always occupied, for if it wasn’t, it would always end up in the most terrifying places.

The deprivation of necessities had taken its toll on his body. He was becoming fatigued after only a few hours, and he would frequently pass out from lack of sleep on top of his work, only to be woken up by re-enactments of the one moment he wished he could forget. He would be left gasping, sweating; clutching his chest as his anxiety and fear left an agony that squeezed his heart. In fact, the only time he managed to get any sleep was when it was dreamless.

In order to keep his mind busy, he studied.

Clad in only a shirt and breeches, he spent all his time pouring over the books in the train, for it was only a matter of time before you couldn’t be saved, and he had to let you go. There was a reason you mentioned the shroud, after all. Henry had talked about it once, when him and Evie went to visit the Kenway Estate. So he focused all his time on it, delving deep into lore.

One particular book was being heavily scrutinised by his hazel eyes. It was not a particularly interesting book, and in a half second of laziness, his Eagle Vision crackled through. The colours on the page, however, was not what he expected.

The words on the page turned from different types of fabrics to something much more relevant. It wrote about one certain thread; a material so powerful, it could hold the Elixir of Life.

It could resurrect people -- it was the fabric of the Shroud.

And Starrick had it.

Dressing, Jacob shrugged his overcoat over his shoulders and sifted his hand through his hair to allow his hat to sit on it. In the past, you would have done that.

Hopefully you would do so again.

He looked out over the sunset of the city as the train moved, adjusting his hat. His coat whipped at his knees; it was time to find that shroud.

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The night was freezing. The temporary Stronghold was heavily guarded, and was also very sophisticated; it could easily be mistaken for a house belonging to a wealthy family. He sat on a roof overlooking the property. The easiest entrance seemed to be through the balcony, but it seemed extremely easy.

He took the risk; he was already on a time limit.

However, as he leapt towards the balcony, he didn’t take into account his weakened state from lack of sleep and food. Instead of landing inside the balcony, his fingers had just about brushed against the railings. He had a lot of trouble pulling himself up and over, his muscles already beginning to ache. In the cold, his fingers fumbled around his lockpicks. It didn’t take long for him to open the window, but the lack of urgency of his body was beginning to frustrate his mind.

Jacob stalked the halls, peering into every room, and working downwards. There were a few close calls where he was almost caught, but he blended into the shadows quick enough to hide.

He reached the ground floor, and made a beeline to the one door that stood out over all of the others. It had locks spanning from the top to the bottom of the door. Inwardly, he huffed. 

He almost made it without being detected. 

That was, until a force pushed him face first into the wall. A hand grappled to reach his throat. Jacob elbowed the enemy on instinct, and managed to turn enough to kick a brute away. He grinned maliciously. “Don’t look too good, Frye.”

Already in a foul mood, Jacob snarled. “Wait until you see the other bloke.” He unsheathed his hidden blade and struck like a viper towards his neck. 

His wrist got caught. 

The brute bent his hand and manipulated his arm to persuade Jacob to collapse on one knee. He tried to mask his pain, sharp breaths exhaled instead of pained grunts, which sat in the back of his throat. His nostrils flared as he tried to jab the brute’s leg, and what was between them. However, instead of letting go, the brute pulled against his arm harder, releasing a pained noise. Jacob’s other hand came to ease the pressure his perpetrator was putting on his bone. He could hear and feel it began to crack. “One too many beers, Frye,” the brute tutted. “Disappointing, really.” In one smooth motion his arm snapped.

He yelled, the brute throwing him to his side. Before he could get up, a shoe was pressed firmly against his limb, evoking another pained noise. Jacob’s other hand tried to pry it off. “D’you recognise me, Frye?” He pushed an inch harder to keep the gang leader’s attention. Squinting, Jacob did agree that there was some familiarity to his face. 

“I can’t remember angering such a handsome fellow; we can always reschedule those beers,” he panted, trying to ignore the throbbing through a pained smile. 

The man smiled angrily, pressing down harder as he placed his other foot against his throat. “You murdered my twin brother.” Jacob squinted again, and realised who he reminded him of. 

He growled. “Your twin brother murdered my lover.” 

Against the wall hung a spear on display, it was unknown whether it was old or fake. “And now…” He pushed the point against the centre of his chest, where Jacob’s hand struck out to grab the shaft above the blade, attempting to prevent the piercing of his skin. “I can finish the job. First you; slowly, painfully, and then--” 

All the pressure against Jacob disappeared. As air flooded through his lungs, his good hand dropped the spear and took out a small, agile throwing knife. He looked and threw it within one adrenaline-filled second. 

The brute went limp, bleeding out of his exploded eye socket. 

He drew in a few breaths, to take in oxygen and to calm the anxiety. A figure came into view, offering a hand out. The shadow looked familiar, and for a moment, he wondered…

“Good throw.” Evie smiled softly with a gleam of concern.

“I was aiming between the eyes.” He took the help, groaning softly at the pain in the arm he held against his chest. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help my little brother -- and I want to get my best friend back.” 

Jacob smiled, grateful for the backup. 

“Why don’t you leave the combat to me?”

For once, that was something he could agree with. 

Evie picked the locks efficiently; it took no longer than a minute or two to get through all of them.

The dark, damp room was completely bare, void of windows and furniture, except for a single chest. It was big, it was grand, and it was definitely First Civilisation. It had various cracks, through which a mysterious light glowed. Evie knelt by the chest, and by methods unknown to Jacob, managed to open it. Inside was the most intimately woven shawl he had ever seen, showered in silver and gold. Picking it up, she partly unfolded it, moving to wrap it around Jacob’s arm. He recoiled. “What--” 

“Jacob, trust me.” He relented, not being in much of a state to complain. 

“Let’s get out of here.”

As they escaped out of the back door of the mansion, Jacob began to feel his neck begin to tingle. There was no doubt that there were bruises there, but he’s never felt them actually prick before. By the time they were clear of the territory, the throbbing began to worsen in his arm. “Evie, I don’t think it’s--” his vision blacked out suddenly, and his knees buckled beneath him. Evie managed to catch half of him, his weight still taking him to the floor. She leaned him against the wall. “Jacob? Are you alright?” 

He furrowed his brows. “Aye; I just couldn’t see for a moment.” He was about to get up before he felt a peculiar feeling in his arm, before he felt his bone snap again. He winced with a yell, before the pain all but disappeared. He exchanged glances with a very worried Evie before he tentatively pulled the shroud off of his arm. There was no pain, and he could move it just fine. 

“It works.” Jacob got up, hiding the shroud under his coat. “Back to the train.” He tripped over his words excitedly -- the hope in his eyes had returned. 

“Race you there?” Evie smirked.

In a sudden heart palpitation, he agreed. 

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Jacob never waited for the train to stop, and instead leapt into the open door before Evie would even consider it safe. He unbuckled his gauntlet and threw his coat off without caring whether they would hit his sofa or his floor, heading to your carriage with the folded shroud in hand. Henry was inside, watching over you. With no time for words he unfolded the fabric and pulled it over your shoulders so it would cover your torso. 

Henry was left starstruck. “How--” 

Evie entered the carriage. “So?”

Jacob watched, eyes scrutinising every inch of the shroud. He lightly shook his head, expression not changing. 

He became restless very quickly, from rolling up his sleeves to keep his fingers occupied to pacing the length of the carriage, never once taking his eyes off of you. As soon as he let go of the shroud, he could feel all of his energy dissipating with it -- he was extremely tired and hungry again, but his anxiety wouldn’t let him look after his own body -- he could only think about you. 

As seconds turned to minutes, he became more sleep deprived, and therefore a lot more frustrated. He could feel it bubbling in his chest, and he resorted to the one thing he knew would calm it.

“I’m getting a drink.” 

As he walked into the bar carriage, all conversations and laughter disappeared. He knew it wasn’t because of how he was dressed, but rather the look on his face. “Keep talking,” he ordered, praying for his Rooks to just ignore him for once as he sat at the bar. Gesturing for a whisky, he hunched over his glass, savouring the burn as he knocked the liquid down his throat. He was worried that it wasn’t going to work; that it would all be for nought. As quick as his hope had returned, it was quickly seeping away. He felt the tears prick his eyes, and properly downed his glass to keep them at bay, ordering another one to nurse slowly… just in case sobriety was needed.

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He took care in making his second drink last as long as possible. Once he had pushed the glass back to the bartender, he didn’t ask for another one, and instead put his head in his hands, threading his fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. When the door opened, he didn’t look up at first, thinking it was another rook. So he just ignored it, clasping a hand over the other to work as a chin rest. What confused him was the look the bartender gave the ‘rook’ who came in. He turned over his shoulder once he realised that the crowd had once again gone quiet. They were all staring too. Furrowing his brows, he turned to look at the door. 

His heart skipped a beat and he froze. It was silent as he drank in the scene before him. He swallowed thickly, pushed himself off of his stool and walked with loud purpose. One hand wrapped tightly around your waist, and the other cradled your head. He rested his cheek on the top of your head and just stood there. You brought your arms around his back, and felt his shoulders begin to shake.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed under his breath.

“Jacob, Jacob.” You pulled him off of you and grasped his face in your hands. One of his own came over your hand while the other caressed your cheek. “Breathe.” You saw him inhale a shuddering breath, composing himself. “I’m here now; it’s okay.” Smiling, he pulled you to his lips, dipping down to close the height gap. You laughed against his lips once you heard the whooping of the Rooks around you. Although you both broke apart, your noses stayed touching. Jacob sniffed noisily, but you didn’t move. “Yuck,” you joked.

For the first time in forever, Jacob laughed. It felt foreign, but he welcomed it. He pecked your lips again, a smile fixed on his face. You trailed your fingers across his left forearm. “How’s your arm?” 

Jacob squinted. “How do you--” Looking up, he saw Evie and Henry in the doorway. They both looked like they’d been crying. Jacob shared a twin look at his sister. Thank you, it said.

Evie smiled, another tear running down her face as she gave him one back. No -- thank you, it replied. 

Jacob brought you into another hug, holding you less tightly this time around, but just as securely. 

“I love you, Y/N. So much.”

“I love you more, Jacob.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Anything’s possible.”

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BONUS:

Evening

Jacob had finally succumbed to sleep. You watched him try and stay awake, but you negotiated until he finally lost interest and dozed off, his bottom half fully dressed, but top half shirtless; sleeping in a bloodied shirt was not going to be nice at all. Stuff like that always got him yawning. Evie came into the room quietly, fully aware of the lack of sleep Jacob had had recently. She greeted you with a sisterly hug. “Are you not going to join him?” she asked, watching over her brother’s sleeping form. “I’ve been sleeping for days, Evie. I’m anything but tired.” 

She chuckled, patting your shoulder. “Henry and I are in my carriage if you need us.”

You pulled a suggestive face. “Ah, I see how it is.”

Blushing, she tried to hide a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her tone showed that she knew exactly what you were talking about. You raised both of your eyebrows. “Don’t tell Jacob,” she whispered with a bashful smile, leaving you and Jacob alone. 

Looking at Jacob, you mulled over your thoughts. Coming to a quick conclusion, you did decide to join him. You stripped yourself of your heavy clothing and joined him in his bed in a blouse and breeches. As you settled next to him, you felt his arm enclose protectively around you. 

“So, Evie and Greenie, huh?”

Your eyes widened. “Uh…”

His chest rumbled in a sleepy chuckle as he responded in an equally sleepy voice. “Don’t worry, she’ll never know that I know.” 

It didn’t take long for his breathing to deepen again, and slowly you began to drift off as well, relieved that you’ll be able to wake up again.

[suf-lives-rent-free]

Fragments

Everything below is just my opinion; I am in no way trying to say that how I feel about this is the one correct take or whatever.

I know a lot of people like this episode and what happens in it, but I don’t.  I totally understand that some people just don’t want to see any negativity, period, but negativity is not inherently bad or wrong.

Negative opinions, even about something you enjoy, can be valid too - regardless of whether you happen to agree with them or not.

Also I get very salty near the end of this, and that might be entertaining to people who stan this episode?

I am aware that a lot of people – the majority, I’m pretty sure – think that the episode is a masterpiece. And on some level, I see where they’re coming from with that assessment.

The episode is boarded beautifully, the backgrounds – especially during the training montage – are stunning as always.  The music is fantastic, and the performances are great too.  In these respects, Fragments is a stand-out episode; I agree.

(Like look at this.  Gorgeous.)

However, something that’s bothered me since I saw the episode is the writers’ decision to write it into the story that Steven shatters Jasper.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: I just don’t get it.  I’m purposefully misinterpreting the story to say it’s bad.  Steven brings her back to life; and it’s not like he meant to do it in the first place.  I just don’t have the capacity to understand the sublime nature of the show’s storytelling.  I’m an SU crit and all I want to do is make the real fans feel about themselves for liking it.

Uhhhh... no.  Nah.  That ain’t it chief.

It’s true; I am not a writer.  I’m just a passive consumer of media.  However, I do not agree with the viewpoint that in order to properly understand or critique a thing you need to have the expertise and/or experience in order to make something similar.

For example, if I were to put something I drew when I was 10 years old next to something I drew yesterday, it shouldn’t take a person who has had an education in fine art to tell you that the latter drawing is better-looking than the former.

That’s how I approach media consumption and criticism; when I criticise a writing decision, I am doing so as a consumer.  I’m not saying I could write it better, or even that my opinion is objectively correct and the writer is wrong or bad.  I’m just saying that I didn’t like a thing.  Which, I would hope, is allowed?

Okay, defensive hedging over, back to the point; I don’t like that they had Steven shatter Jasper.

[I get markedly saltier from this point on, fyi]

Full admission of bias here: one of the things I really cherish about the original show is how they wrote Steven’s character; he’s a boy with interests that don’t rigidly conform to gender stereotypes.  He likes ‘boyish’ things and ‘girly’ things, and that’s okay; thats just him.  In cartoons when I was growing up, characters like Steven would be the butt of jokes about being ‘girly’ or thinly-veiled homophobia.  I find him very relatable, and I want to acknowledge that yes, that is probably a significant part of why I have such an issue with this episode’s twist.

I am not trying to say that he’s a perfect baby angel or whatever; Steven regularly gets frustrated and angry. He does some pretty manipulative and dickish things to people around him (stop trying to make Larsadie happen, Steven. It’s not going to happen).  He is a flawed character who fucks up sometimes. And he’s not 100% peaceful either; he acts violently when he defends himself against corrupted Gems and Homeworld Gems (and Crystal Gems on occasion *cough*Bismuth*cough*).  

However, he has a pacifistic temperament; whenever it’s possible, he prefers that problems be solved without needless violence or hurt.  And I like that; in most media, it’s rare to have a male protagonist who wants to solve their problems without jumping straight to punching things.

When he accidentally frees Centipeedle, he convinces the Gems to step off and allow him to try and rehabilitate her peacefully; he even notices that the Gems’ weapons are a trigger for her, and make them put them away.  He frees Lapis against the Gems’ wishes because he recognizes that keeping her prisoner is wrong, and when she steals the ocean, he talks it out and heals her so she can leave Earth peacefully.

He tries to aid Jasper when she starts corrupting, fixes Eyeball’s gemstone when she’s cracked and tries talking Bismuth down when she attacks him with the breaking point.  In all of these situations, his words and help are ignored or rejected; he’s forced to resort to violence.  And it traumatises him.  

We get an entire episode dedicated to the fact that he’s been struggling with processing these awful things that happened.

Even in Future, Steven shows hesitation about engaging in unncecessary violence; he gives into Jasper’s goading for a fight after what’s implied to be dozens of failed tries at making her come to Little Homeschool, and he spends an entire episode trying to keep Lapis from squashing the two rogue Lapis Lazulis. 

The only time he hops into a fight willingly is after Eyeball and Aquamarine hold Greg hostage, and even then they pose a clear threat to his and Greg’s safety and have made it clear that they want to hurt him emotionally and physically.  Even at that, he stops and switches tactics to talking them down as soon as they lose their focus and start bickering with each other.

(I mean, he fails.  But it’s the thought that counts.)

I personally find it really jarring that the writers found it appropriate to write it into the series that this same character – over the course of three (3) days – goes from disliking mindless violence for mindless violence’s sake to happily engaging in the destruction of plants and animals* and has done a total 180 on his willingness to spar with Jasper, to the point that he instigates their rematch.

*(You best believe plenty of small mammals and birds – y’know, like the nest Steven saved in the first episode – died as he and Jasper felled tree after tree, not to mention all of those displaced by the destruction of their habitats, and the potential loss of food sources from some of those trees.)

You’re telling me that it’s a reasonable character beat for this boy to gleefully laugh like an anime supervillain at his sudden new-found joy in fighting, then pin Jasper in place, taunt her for helping him get so strong, and hit her so hard that she breaks into pieces and dies?

You’re telling me that that’s an in-character thing for Steven Quartz Diamond Cutie-Pie DeMayo Universe do to another character?

(And yes I am purposefully dancing around talking about the mental health stuff because if I did that I’d have to go on a whole other tangent about Growing Pains and fuck I just don’t feel like it right now lmao)

Going back to Mindful Education, another big thing we see Steven struggle with is the idea that his mother shattered Pink Diamond.  This knowledge sits heavily with him; it makes him sympathetic to the Diamonds, even under the circumstances in which he sees them (escaping from the Human Zoo, and being on trial for said murder). 

He sees their grief, and he feels awful.  He questions who Rose Quartz even was.  He knows, based on what Garnet said, that Rose had to do it; there was no other way to free Earth.  But he still feels awful seeing the pain that Pink’s loss has caused Blue and Yellow Diamond.

In Steven Universe, shattering is clearly equated with execution/death multiple times.  When Pearl and Garnet fret over the crack in Amethyst’s gemstone worsening.  When Blue Diamond threatens to break Ruby.  When Bismuth introduces the breaking point, and Steven recoils at the sight of what it does.  If you want to take the fact that Gem shards are sentient and desperate to become whole again into account, you could even argue that it’s a fate worse than death. This particular act of violence is treated very, very seriously.

When we find out that Rose shattered Pink Diamond, there is a season and a half long arc unpacking the implications and consequences of this one action, and how this knowledge forever alters Steven’s mental image of his mother.  And she didn’t even kill anyone.  It was a lie!

In Steven Universe Future, Steven shatters Jasper 4 episodes before the end of the series.  And it’s only brought up twice; once for a big *gasp* moment during his breakdown in Everything’s Fine, and in I Am My Monster by Pearl, when she has to fill-in Bismuth, Lapis and Peridot.  Notably, it is never discussed around or by Jasper.  Y’know.  The person who actually died.

No indication of how (or even if) what Steven did is affecting his own self-image after his initial breakdown, how Jasper feels about what she went through beyond falling back into the Era 1 and 2 mindset.  No inkling of how the knowledge that Steven killed somebody has affected how anyone in his life thinks or feels about him; when Pearl brings it up in I Am My Monster, she seems to not even really believe it’s true.

If there are any consequences or talks about this incident, they’re skipped over between I Am My Monster and The Future, and we’re expected to assume that Steven and his therapist are dealing with it, I guess?

And yes.  It was an accident.  He did bring her back to life.  But it still happened.  If you hit someone over the head and they stop breathing, just because the paramedics are able to resusitate and stabilize them afterwards doesn’t mean you never hit them.

But here, it’s shoved aside because dwelling on it would take far too much time, and risks framing Steven in an unsympathetic way when he’s meant to be on the cusp of a breakdown.

It just feels like careless writing to me.  They really, really wanted their big action scene with Steven and Jasper, but didn’t think (or maybe weren’t interested in thinking) about the seriousness or consequences of what Steven shattering someone would entail.

In my opinion, Steven shattering Jasper is one of the cheapest, laziest things they could have ever done with his character (and hers, for that matter).  To me, the entire thing feels entirely out of character.  It’s pure shock value; nothing more.

So yeah.  That particular writing decision just does not work for me.  And if you disagree... well that’s fine?  It’s fine.  We can agree to disagree?  I’ve read a lot of defense/praise for this episode, and honestly even after processing all of those opinions and all the time my thoughts about this plotline have been stewing in my brain, I still feel the same way.

[uwua3]

bunnie!!! ur mind!!! the songs fit each member so well omg,,, i kept singing each song lmao,,, also may i present to u: spring day for tsumugi and tasuku (esp for before + start of winter troupe main story) 👀

now this... this is what i wanted someone to REQUEST!!! i had to take a break from writing an angst song fic to write ANOTHER angst song fic because i genuinely love this prompt so much!!! thank you so much for reading my mind, pines, omg!!! it’s good to see you again~ also, i like your blue theme!

summary: tsumugi came back to him like the first snow of every winter

warnings: break ups, hatred, heartbreak

author’s note: ok tala already basically wrote out the plot for me but here we go ~ Angst ~ for the boys and it’ll be a song fic, so expect it to follow the lyrics! i wrote this with the canon idea in mind that tasuku and tsumugi are ex–boyfriends turned lovers again so don’t be surprised from the #Gay~ happy pride!

sometimes, you’re with the right person at the wrong time. if they come back, it’s meant to be and it’ll be okay ♡ remember, communication is key!

word count: 6,509

music: spring day (jpn) – bts

spring day.

❄️📚⚽️ tsukioka tsumugi x takoto tasuku

I MISS YOU, SAYING THIS MAKES ME MISS YOU EVEN MORE,

I MISS YOU, EVEN THOUGH I’M LOOKING AT YOUR PHOTO

TIME’S SO CRUEL, I HATE US

SEEING EACH OTHER FOR ONCE IS NOW SO HARD BETWEEN US

Tsumugi was gone, like he never existed.

Every trace of him that was ever in Tasuku’s life was gone, there was nothing left. The apartment was left empty, bare, lifeless; it felt nothing like home, not anymore. When Tasuku searched the apartment, there was truly nothing that resembled any evidence Tsumugi was even alive. It was as if, he didn’t want Tasuku to remember him. To forget, to ignore the person he had shared his entire life with.

Tasuku paused at the one sign Tsumugi was real: the single framed picture near the front door. It was placed on the counter, the same stand where the couple would drop their keys at so they knew where everything was. Tasuku wanted to hear the sound of the metal clattering against the ceramic bowl Tsumugi crafted in pottery class, to hear Tsumugi affectionately call out, “I’m home!”, and for his brown peacoat jacket to be hung on the hook behind the door. Tasuku wanted Tsumugi to come back.

When Tasuku picked up the picture, his hand was shaking. Tasuku remembered this exact frame: the day he realized he was in love with his best friend. Tsumugi’s blue eyes were staring straight at the Tasuku with an indescribable look, an expression created and meant for Tasuku only. Characters closer than rehearsal called for, like they were the only two people in the world. It was moments before Tasuku had leaned in and kissed his co–star on stage on opening night, going against the script and changing the rest of his life forever.

Tsumugi looked alive. Real, like he could’ve just had him forever right then and there. A tear dropped onto the glass, running down the frame before Tasuku covered his mouth with his free hand, falling down to his knees as he held the photo to his chest. He couldn’t help but cry, cry for all the years he had spent loving someone who just left. Being in love with a man who woke up and took everything with him, disappearing into thin air. All Tasuku had left of Tsumugi were the memories, and this single picture.

Tasuku exhaled, his breath coming out short and ragged as he stared at the picture again despite knowing every detail. He could feel everything: the intense heat of the stagelights upon them, the shocked stares of the cast and murmurs backstage, the overwhelming applause and standing ovation from the crowd after the scene. The way Tsumugi couldn’t let go of his hand, trembling under the sudden attention but never faltering.

Tasuku remembered how he stood in front of Tsumugi anytime someone questioned it, feeling his gentle touch at the base of his back for comfort. The endless lingering stares in practice, the unanswered questions about how this happened, the kiss on stage that was too real. How that night, Tsumugi pulled them into the apartment for more like he couldn’t wait anymore after all these years just to say, “I love you, Ta–chan”.

Tasuku’s tears streamed down his face silently, for once feeling the anguish and heartbreak his roles felt. The abandoned apartment was only Tasuku’s, like Tsumugi didn’t spend the last three years living with him. It was as if, Tsumugi never loved him.

Tasuku loved Tsumugi, so, so much.

IT’S ALL WINTER HERE, EVEN IN AUGUST

MY HEART IS RUNNING ON THE TIME

ALONE ON THE SNOWPIERCER

WANNA GET TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE EARTH, HOLDING YOUR HAND

Tasuku was gone, and it was all his fault.

Tsumugi gripped the ticket in his hand, staring down the luggage he hastily packed. It was nearly bursting at the seams as he fiddled with the buckles, making sure nothing could hold him back from leaving his home. Nothing could keep Tsumugi from staying, as he silenced his phone and pocketed it away, missing the tens of calls and hundreds of text messages from his one and only. Tsumugi knew if he even checked for a second, he’d come running back to the man he loved most only to fail him again.

Tsumugi leaned back in his seat in the waiting area, surrounded by few, none of whom recognized him. How could they, when he had given up on succeeding as an actor like a coward? Tsumugi pulled up the collar of his jacket, slouching into his coat to hide from the rest of the world. He didn’t deserve to show his face, not after everything he did to Tasuku.

Tasuku would’ve woken up by now to go on his morning run. Tsumugi was supposed to beg him not to go, wanting the warmth to stay in bed just a little longer. Tasuku was supposed to firmly say no, give a kiss on the cheek as compensation, but come back much sooner than expected with a pretty flower he picked for Tsumugi. Tsumugi would get up and put in a vase, and the two would share breakfast together like always. It was the same for the past three years, Tsumugi felt his stomach rumble, he wasn’t a fan of breaking routine.

Tsumugi stared at his ticket, luckily recognizing the location he picked. He had to go, to leave, to abandon everything he had here with Tasuku that he impulsively arrived at the station with nothing but a suitcase and hopes for amnesia. However, it could’ve helped if Tsumugi even knew where this town was in Japan exactly, where his new start would be. He just knew it was far enough, and Tasuku would never find him there.

Tsumugi couldn’t help but think of how Tasuku must have been doing. Was he okay? Did he just think Tsumugi was out doing random errands? They were low on eggs, that could’ve bought him some time. Yet, some part of him, some selfish, undeserving fraction of his heart, wanted Tasuku to be running to the train station and taking him home. Back into his arms and safe from every insecurity Tsumugi ever had, Tsumugi wanted to come home.

As Tsumugi stood up, clutching his luggage with him and turning towards the exit to apologize to his boyfriend, the automated voice overheard announced his train was leaving in five minutes. Tsumugi stopped, the crowd pushing against his direction as they all headed towards the train. Tsumugi slowly turned too, forcing himself towards the entrance as he looked back once. Tasuku wasn’t there, maybe he didn’t want him to come back.

Tsumugi entered the train and found his seat, refusing to look out of his window. If he did, he would’ve saw Tasuku sprinting down the train station corridors and missing the train that took off.

If only, Tsumugi closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window as he sat alone, he was enough for Tasuku.

But, he wasn’t. Not now.

WANNA PUT AN END TO THIS WINTER

HOW MUCH LONGING SHOULD WE SEE SNOWING DOWN, TO HAVE THE DAYS OF SPRING, FRIEND?

When Tasuku departed the train station, out of breath from his fastest mile time yet, it began to snow. God must’ve hated him, wanted him to suffer, because Tasuku dropped down onto a bench for cover and stared at the snowflakes. He thought about how Tsumugi would’ve reacted, knowing how much his lover adored the winter season.

It was when Tsumugi’s timid, shy voice would amplify when he discussed anything he loved (did Tsumugi ever do that when the topic approached Tasuku?). Tsumugi would excitedly rave about the Christmas lights decorating the mall plaza that illuminated every shadow on his face in a rainbow of colors, the peppermint candy cane in his hot chocolate with those tiny marshmallows Tasuku always found too sweet but pretended to like anyways, even the minature train set up for the little kids to ride on and the fake but enthusiastic Santa sitting on a throne (Tsumugi liked reminding everyone Tasuku believed in Santa until third grade, much to his embarrassment).

Most importantly, Tsumugi loved the snow. When the first snow came, Tsumugi dropped everything he was doing to run outside and take it all in. More than once, Tasuku had to follow his boyfriend and attempt to convince Tsumugi to come inside or else he’d get sick. But, when Tasuku saw the white snowflakes surrounded Tsumugi’s midnight blue hair like a halo, the youthful energy building in his wide, happy eyes, and the way Tsumugi’s cheeks were flushed just waiting to be adored, Tasuku would stay outside for his angel even if it meant nursing him back to health.

Tasuku reached his hand out, feeling the soft embrace of the snow upon his fingertips. Was this a sign Tsumugi was still with him? Or, was this the universe’s fucked–up way of telling him to move on? His hand started shaking again, Tasuku dropped it to his side, wondering if it was because the temperature dropped significantly or he was still experiencing the side–effects of an anxiety attack. Frustrated, Tasuku wiped the tears off his face as he took out his phone and tried again. It went straight to voicemail, and Tasuku blinked away the remaining tears as he looked up at the grey clouds.

“Hello~ This is Tsukioka Tsumugi, I’m so sorry for not responding! If you have a message, please share at this beep! Beep~”

Tasuku hung onto every word, pretending like Tsumugi was next to him admiring the snow with awe. But, he wasn’t, not now or not ever for the next few years. Tasuku shivered, steeling his face as he sadly stared at the snow, wishing it wasn’t winter.

“Look outside. It’s the first snow.” Tasuku simply stated before hanging up, standing up and leaving the station. Tasuku didn’t look back, there was nothing for him left anymore, not even Tsumugi.

The snow seemed to follow him home, Tasuku wondered if the snow would bring Tsumugi back to him. Back home, back to him.

LIKE THE TINY DUST FLOATING IN THE AIR

WILL I GET TO YOU FASTER, IF I WAS THE SNOW IN THE AIR?

Tsumugi woke up just a hour later, awaken by the train chugging along the icy tracks as the passengers murmured something about the cold. Blinking slowly, Tsumugi adjusted his eyes to the darkened sky as he watched the urban city transform into a rural, country landscape. Yet, no matter where he went, there was snow.

Sitting up, Tsumugi pressed his face against the glass as he giddily admired the first snow of the winter season. He turned to the empty seat next to him, a big smile on his tired face.

“Ta–chan, look—” Tsumugi started, before his voice faded off to silence. An awkward, sheepish laugh left his lips when Tsumugi noticed the train attendant was shooting odd glances at him, though he expected some reaction since Tsumugi was an adult talking to nothing. Tsumugi shuffled back to look through the window, but it wasn’t the same. When was the last time he had experienced the first snow alone? Tasuku was always with him, but not anymore.

The snow swirled like it was a graceful waltz, and Tsumugi fondly remembered him and Tasuku’s first dance. It was perhaps a year into living together as roommates, and it was much later than they had anticipated. The radio was on, classical music a low hum in the background as Tasuku and Tsumugi studied their new scripts. It was another college play and the two were meant to learn ballroom dancing for their roles.

Tsumugi remembered the way Tasuku’s large frame let Tsumugi rest his head comfortably on his chest, the way their hands perfectly fit together, how they swayed in their empty kitchen like they were married. Tsumugi faintly traced his lips, remembering how Tasuku was about to lean in when he looked down, but Tsumugi had laughed and pushed him away, talking about how Tasuku always got too serious and connected to his characters. He regretted it, he should’ve kissed Tasuku back then.

Tsumugi finally broke down, trying to keep in his sobs as he tried to focus on the snow. He curled into a fetal position on the seat, closing his jacket around his mouth as he slammed his eyes shut. He knew his sniffles couldn’t be heard over the train operating, so he cried underneath the first snow.

Tsumugi didn’t even kiss Tasuku before he left forever.

SNOWFLAKES FALL DOWN AND GET FARTHER AWAY LITTLE BY LITTLE

I MISS YOU, I MISS YOU

HOW LONG DO I HAVE TO WAIT AND HOW MANY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS DO I HAVE TO SPEND TO SEE YOU, TO MEET YOU

Tsumugi stepped into the snow. After thanking the train conductor and checking out, the quiet town was covered in snow by the time he arrrived. It was still early afternoon, the tall skyscrapers and bustling citylife were gone, it was quiet now. This would be his community for the rest of his life, just hours away from his home. He was about to become a new person, but, how could he when the snow followed wherever he was?

Tsumugi stood at the entrance, not blocking anyone’s way since no one was there to begin with. It was just him underneath the roof of the station, waiting by the route map for a bus. It should be here in the next thirty minutes, so Tsumugi leaned against the exterior with a sigh, his breath soldifying mid–air. It was cold, frozen almost and Tsumugi’s hands felt like ice from being outside. It was winter, after all.

Fidgeting, Tsumugi shifted back and forth as he tried to find something to look at other than the snow. But, the vast land stretched for miles, buried in white like a snow globe. There was nothing here, and Tsumugi was afraid there was nothing for him as well.

A buzz. It caught Tsumugi’s attention as he impulsively checked his phone despite his rule not to. The silence must’ve turned off after a certain amount of time, as Tsumugi scrolled through the notifications bar. Just some colleagues congratulating him on his move, and family members requesting postcards. That was it, Tsumugi was about to close out of the messages before he noticed a number he memorized near the voicemail section.

Tsumugi pressed speaker, putting the phone next to his ear as he heard the stomp of work boots against the snow. And then, a quiet shudder, like a breath he held in for too long. Tasuku spoke but it sounded far away, like he really wasn’t there anymore.

“Look outside. It’s the first snow.” The line ended and Tsumugi blinked, trying to keep his tears in but he was so exhausted. Tsumugi dropped down to sit against the wall, sobbing loudly with no one to hear him for miles. Tsumugi held the phone to his chest, replaying the voicemail over and over again just to hear the love of his life’s voice. The same as always, never–changing and serious like his life depended on it.

Tsumugi cried and cried under the first snow until his bus arrived, the driver staring at him with something of concern. Tsumugi pushed himself back up at the sound of the bus stopping and gripped his bag, heading up the stairs and trying to pay the fare respectfully. A single word wasn’t exchanged, but the driver simply shook his head and gestured for him to go sit anywhere he wanted.

Tsumugi was too tired to insist on paying, just numbly nodded and rested his head against the window.

He wondered if Tasuku was looking at the same sky as him right now.

PASSING BY THE EDGE OF COLD WINTER

UNTIL THE DAYS OF SPRING, UNTIL THE DAYS OF FLOWER BLOSSOMS

PLEASE STAY, PLEASE STAY THERE A LITTLE LONGER

Tasuku called Tsumugi every day until the number was changed. He had left voicemails updating Tsumugi of his day, his days that were all the same. Every time Tasuku tried to apologize, his pride couldn’t make him say sorry without sounding like he was being forced, so he didn’t. Tasuku didn’t insist Tsumugi to come home, only to stay safe and take his time.

Tasuku told Tsumugi about their favorite theatre holding another play, one which he would have gotten front row tickets for. About how strangely quiet it was, not having to keep a watering of plants schedule anymore, having to wake up and go to sleep alone, not knowing where Tsumugi was. Tasuku spoke more than he ever did back then, knowing if this was his only way to be in touch with Tsumugi, he was going to take it and run like hell.

It was mid–winter early morning, and Tasuku was running, phone against his ear as he instinctually nearly picked a flower to bring home. He stopped, slightly panting as he waited for Tsumugi’s typical voicemail, but it didn’t beep. Instead, it was an automated voice, informing him this number was currently inactive.

Tasuku realized, that number was one of the only things he had left of Tsumugi.

Tasuku hung up, in disbelief as he pocketed his phone. Did he even listen to his voicemails? Where was he? Why couldn’t he just answer? Tasuku was about to phone Tsumugi again just to make sure, but one look at his contact picture was enough to make him stop and put it away. He knew too much about Tsumugi, but he had never felt this confused about someone in his entire life. Was this, for the best? Why did he change his number? Was this a sign?

Perhaps, it was finally time to move on, as the snow fell around Tasuku.

IS IT YOU WHO CHANGED, OR IS IT ME?

I HATE THIS MOMENT, THIS TIME FLOWING BY

WE ARE CHANGED, YOU KNOW

JUST LIKE EVERYONE YOU KNOW

Tsumugi tried to moved on, forgetting all about his past as he buried himself in his work and need to just ignore his past. He regularly updated his family on his predicament, claiming it was his mid–life crisis despite being in his early twenties. None of them asked about Tasuku, it was like they knew what had happened between them. Tsumugi built himself a life on a lie, conversing well with co–workers but coming back to an empty apartment at the end of the day.

At night, that’s when Tsumugi thought about Tasuku the most. Laying in bed through the sleepless nights without any want to close his eyes. How could he when all Tsumugi could see was Tasuku, Tasuku who he left because he was scared. Tsumugi stared up at the ceiling, the moonlight coming in through his open window as the curtains swayed slightly in the wind. The room was blue, and so was Tsumugi.

Leaving wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t a quick decision, either. Tsumugi remembered it all, falling in love with his best friend which he wasn’t worthy of. It was the night before everything changed, the last argument they had together. It was late, so late Tsumugi couldn’t keep his eyes open without crying when Tasuku raised his voice. He knew he didn’t mean to, he knew that now.

But back then, Tsumugi was so scared and trembling and terrified of how big Tasuku was. How intense he was with everything he said, the unrelenting passion burning and fueling Tasuku to do everything he did. Tasuku was fire, uncontrollable, raging flames that over time, melted Tsumugi to be nothing but a weak form of who he used to be.

“Tsumugi, why do you always give up like this? You can’t quit, you can’t keep doing this!” Tasuku demanded an answer, slamming his fist down on the kitchen table as he stood up, making Tsumugi flinch in his usual seat. When Tsumugi had told Tasuku they needed to talk, he didn’t expect this. Not the burning anger in Tasuku’s eyes, like this was the ultimate betrayal: to quit acting.

“I... I’m so sorry, Ta–chan.” Tsumugi tried to smile, but his form was shaking. He was shivering despite waking up in the middle of the night in Tasuku’s arms. Tasuku scoffed, like this whole situation was unbelievable, like he didn’t even know who Tsumugi was.

“We—you promised we’d be acting on the same stage together, to be in the same troupe together, do you remember that?” Tasuku spoke, all the frustrations he hid inside him coming out and singing every corner of Tsumugi’s stability. Tsumugi nodded carefully, trying to hide his shaky hands underneath the table as he gripped the base of the chair. He couldn’t start crying, not right now, not in front of Tasuku.

“I know, but I can’t. Not anymore, not when I can’t be the actor you want me to be.” Tsumugi tried to reason, but Tasuku just became even angrier. Like, this was the worst possible thing he could have ever said to him. Tsumugi wanted to reach out and flatten the creases on Tasuku’s forehead, gently cup his face with his trembling hands just to show he still loved him. But when Tsumugi tried to move closer, Tasuku held his hand up, like he couldn’t bear being anywhere near Tsumugi.

“Why do you keep doing this? Why... when we’re happy together?” Tasuku asked, but even he sounded unsure. Was Tsumugi happy with this relationship? Was this why he was quitting? Tsumugi didn’t say anything, just stared at his lover in silence with the pain of a thousand lifetimes. As if, this was his breaking point. Like, acting was slowly killing him to the point he had to run away. Or was it their relationship that pushed Tsumugi away? Did it go too fast? Was it not enough?

“What does this mean for us?” Tsumugi finally choked out, clearing his throat at his voice crack towards the end. The clock ticked, onward and onward even though it felt like time stopped. Tasuku just shook his head and went back into the bathroom. Tsumugi knew, this was the end.

Before Tasuku went, he stopped at the entrance and looked at Tsumugi, with something of tiredness and love all at once. Like, there was still a chance. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow morning, okay?” Tasuku offered, not questioning a thing when Tsumugi nodded with his fingers crossed behind his back.

Tsumugi stayed in the kitchen, keeping in his sobs as he let the tears finally fall down his face. He didn’t know ending his career would feel like the end of his first and only relationship.

Tsumugi went into their shared bedroom after he composed himself, but had to hang onto the door frame when he saw Tasuku was sleeping again, just with dried tears on his pillow. Tsumugi couldn’t do this to Tasuku, not when he couldn’t be the best actor for his boyfriend.

So, Tsumugi just took the suitcase he packed beforehand in case worst came to worst, he didn’t expect to use it. Tsumugi quietly was about to leave the bedroom, but looked back, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed and pretend like this break up never happened. He knew how much Tasuku must’ve been hurting, to have all these years acting together thrown away. Tsumugi couldn’t be selfish this time, not anymore, and left without another word.

Tsumugi always remembered it, how Tasuku cried himself to sleep because Tsumugi quit. That was all he could do, give up when it became too hot. That’s all he always did, nothing changed.

Tsumugi listened to the voicemails one last time, crying into his pillow as he heard the man he loved’s voice echo in his bedroom. He knew, he had to let go, to force Tasuku to move on. How could Tasuku love him after all this time, when he wasn’t the person he thought Tsumugi was? Which life was a lie, this one or the one where he acted on stage with Tasuku?

When Tsumugi changed his number, he didn’t look back. He had to move on, too, even if he was still in love with his best friend. Tsumugi would never see Tasuku again, knowing he was somewhere living his dream of acting was enough, that was more than enough. Tsumugi closed his eyes as the snow embraced him, falling delicately upon his eyelashes as a single tear dropped to the ground.

Tsumugi promised one day, he would see Tasuku on stage again.

YES I HATE YOU, YOU LEFT ME

BUT I NEVER STOPPED THINKING ABOUT YOU, NOT EVEN A DAY

HONESTLY I MISS YOU, BUT I’LL ERASE YOU

‘CAUSE IT HURTS LESS THAN TO BLAME YOU

Tasuku couldn’t move on. Not when he didn’t know where his boyfriend disappeared to, not when no one refused to tell him anything and lied their way out of the situation. It was as if everybody knew but Tasuku, as if he wasn’t that important to know to begin with. He couldn’t accept that Tsumugi was gone, that he was somewhere else out of his reach.

Recently, Tasuku started sleeping sooner just to dream of his face again. But it had been so long, that even small details he cherished were beginning to become blurry, faded even. It was better than nothing, pretending the love of his life was still here with him. Like he never left, like he had no reason to leave.

Why did he leave? Tasuku came home from practice and slammed the door that night, shaking the room as he entered. Without warning, glass shattered next to his feet as a picture frame fell. Tasuku picked it up with his bare hands, ignoring the sudden cut he got on his fingers as he gripped the frame tightly, staring at the picture with a sudden anger. Rage, undeniable, full–blown frustration that boiled ever since Tsumugi left. Something Tasuku had been avoiding to confront, something he didn’t want to do to avoid satisfying the demons.

But, Tasuku was so angry. Why did Tsumugi quit acting without telling him before the decision? Didn’t he trust him, why didn’t he trust him? Tasuku swore, kicking the pieces of glass to fly across the floor. What did he do wrong? Why wasn’t he worthy of Tsumugi’s love? Tasuku was shaking with rage, staring at Tsumugi’s photographed face and wondering if everything the angel convinced him of was a ploy, a fabricated web of lies that trapped him like a fool. Did Tsumugi even love him? Why did he lie about tomorrow morning? Why did he leave?

Why did he quit on them?

Tasuku shouted, releasing all the pent–up grief inside him as he threw the frame at the wall with a sickening thud, watching as it smashed even more. Why did he quit? Why, why, why? If only they talked the next morning, maybe Tasuku could’ve persuaded him to keep going, to stay with him, to not give up. Tasuku carefully went over to the photo, pulling out of the frame as he held it with both hands, sadly staring at Tsumugi. This was all he had left of him.

Tasuku tried to rip it in half, but his hands didn’t move. There was nothing he could have done, he couldn’t bring himself to break his heart even more. Tasuku let out a strangled sob, letting the picture flutter to the floor as he roughly pushed his own tears away, hating how tired he was from crying so much.

This was all he had left of Tsumugi, but maybe he didn’t want it anymore. Tasuku caught sight of the nightly snow. Maybe, he had to move on or else there would be nothing left for him.

Wherever Tsumugi was, it wasn’t with Tasuku, and that was the greatest betrayal of all.

I TRY TO EXHALE YOU IN PAIN, LIKE SMOKE, LIKE WHITE SMOKE

I SAY THAT I’LL ERASE YOU, BUT I CAN’T REALLY LET YOU GO YET

Tsumugi sat back row, farthest away from the stage years later. It was closing night for God Troupe, unforeseeably Tasuku’s last show for the troupe as Tsumugi watched with tears. Tasuku had grown so much, got even stronger and had the same stoic, serious persona as always. But his passion was even more electric, more intense, and more fiery all at once. It burned every time Tasuku immersed his entire soul in his character and it was like he wasn’t even himself anymore. Tsumugi almost didn’t recognize him, but his heart called out like it was still in love.

Tsumugi needed closure, just one last time he’d see his best friend. Although years had passed, Tsumugi still loved him and thought of Tasuku every time. He knew Tasuku didn’t feel the same, at least, not anymore. But, he promised himself that he would see Tasuku on stage again, Tsumugi couldn’t keep breaking his honor anymore, he had to keep this word. Tsumugi thought about his life, and how it was split between life before and after Tasuku, but no matter which stage he was at, Tasuku was always there.

Tasuku was always there, but not Tsumugi. Tsumugi left on his own accord, and to this day, he regretted it. As the show ended and Tasuku took a graceful bow towards the audience, Tsumugi gripped the bouquet of flowers in his hands as he shook, hiding behind the audience giving a standing ovation. There was no way in his right mind he could walk up and expect Tasuku to accept him back into his life, because that was unfair. To come back after all these years, not anymore, he had his wish fulfilled, now it was time to leave again.

Before Tsumugi could leave into the train station and disappear into the night, a flyer flew across the sky as it landed directly in front of Tsumugi’s feet. As he was about to board the train, Tsumugi picked it up and read the title, auditions for a threatre troupe named Mankai. He had seen their Autumn Troupe play, and it even made him want to step onto stage again. The doors were about to close, about to take Tsumugi away from Veludo Way and Tasuku forever. He didn’t know what possessed him to do so, but Tsumugi quickly departed and hurried out of the station. Auditions were tomorrow, something told him he had to be there.

Tsumugi stared at the white roses, feeling the thorns pierce his palm as he exhaled into the frigid air. It was about to be winter again, after all these years, he’d have his first snow under the same sky as Tasuku again.

Tsumugi couldn’t leave again, not now. Tsumugi wanted to be worthy of giving white roses to Tasuku.

YOU KNOW IT ALL, YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND

THE MORNING WILL COME AGAIN, NO DARKNESS, NO SEASON IS ETERNAL

Practice was tense with everything left unsaid between the two leads. Tasuku and Tsumugi saw each other after a street act, and the rest was unexplained history. The moment Tsumugi saw his ex–boyfriend, he winced when Tasuku glared at him with all the hatred in the world. He knew he deserved it, but it didn’t hurt any less.

Nothing could have indicated Tasuku still loved him: every time Tsumugi walked into a room, he’d leave muttering about the burden he had to carry, when Tsumugi was talking, he looked like he wasn’t listening, sometimes when Tsumugi acted, Tasuku wasn’t even connected to his character and would just refuse to cooperate. It was hurting the play, Tsumugi didn’t know what to do as the leader of Winter Troupe but also as a lovesick liar in love with his best friend.

Tasuku was rightfully angry. He had been angry ever since he broke that picture frame, it was the official end of their relationship. Tasuku never thought he’d see Tsumugi’s face again on Veludo Way, not after missing each and every single one of his God Troupe shows. Here he was, claiming his place in Tasuku’s broken heart like he had never left. But, he did. Tsumugi did leave and abandon him to the city, giving no answers and only raising more questions after all these years. How could he come back after all he did? Tasuku was angry, but he didn’t know if he was spiteful towards what happened between them or scared that Tsumugi might run away again.

Every time Tsumugi acted, it was like they were back in college all over again. Tsumugi never changed despite his multiple years of being on break, his acting style was subdued and simple, subtle but honest, it carried more feeling than Tasuku could ever describe. They were opposites, Tasuku was not everflowing like water, he wasn’t adaptable and constant like a river bend, but crackling with energy and passion like a flame. Maybe, that’s why Tsumugi left, so he wouldn’t extinguish both of them.

When Tsumugi looked into his eyes at the practice room, Tasuku’s breath hitched in his throat as he didn’t pay attention to the script, staring back with nothing but coldness. Frigid like the winter Tsumugi loved so much, maybe if he was just as freezing and indifferent, Tsumugi would still love him.

“You’re my best friend—” Tsumugi started but Tasuku turned on his heel and left without warning, slamming the door behind him as he ran. Ran to wherever was far away from his best friend. He wanted it to be true so bad, but not when he could be abandoned again without mercy.

Tasuku didn’t want to leave, but he had to or else he’d want to stay forever with Tsumugi. If Tsumugi left this time, he didn’t know how he’d move on this time.

MAYBE IT’S CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND THIS WINTER WILL BE OVER

I MISS YOU, I MISS YOU

WAIT A LITTLE BIT, JUST A FEW MORE NIGHTS

I’LL BE THERE TO SEE YOU, I’LL GO THERE TO MEET YOU

I’LL COME FOR YOU

Tsumugi was gone, again.

When Tasuku woke up from a nightmare of their last fight again to an empty dorm, his heart nearly stopped as he scrambled out of bed, flipping Tsumugi’s duvet over to find nothing but wrinked sheets. He couldn’t have left, how dare he? Leave when he had Winter Troupe under his name, after years of not seeing each other, how could he—Tasuku looked towards the window and stopped, staring outside as the moonlight illuminated the cold night sky in Veludo Way.

It was the first snow of winter.

Tasuku knew what he had to do, old habits die hard, after all. Tasuku didn’t bother putting a coat on, just rushing outside leaving the door open as he ran to the courtyard, snow crunching underneath his feet as he paused at the edge. Tsumugi was standing still in his pajamas, that blue sweatshirt he kept with “Snowdrop” on it covering his shaking hands as his head was tilted back, staring at the snow with wonder and amazement. It was the happiest Tsumugi looked, and Tasuku’s heart simmered down a little bit as he carefully approached closer, like he was afraid of scaring him away forever.

Tsumugi snapped out of his trance when Tasuku covered his shoulders with a blanket, whipping his face towards the taller male with a surprised look, not realizing how close they were. Tasuku couldn’t move his hands from Tsumugi’s shoulders, he couldn’t look away from Tsumugi’s teary eyes as Tsumugi let out a forced laugh, the air around him freezing as it disappeared like smoke.

“Go inside, you’ll get sick before the play.” Tasuku ordered, but made no effort to pull him in. Tsumugi blinked, nodding as he focused on Tasuku’s eyes, he had so many questions he only imagined asking. Tsumugi couldn’t read a thing about Tasuku, it was like he was a stranger he would never see again. But under this snow, under the same sky, they were together again, and it was more than whatever Tsumugi deserved.

“Dance with me.” Tsumugi breathed out, guiding Tasuku’s hands to his waist as he took his hand, not knowing why he needed this so bad. Tasuku was about to object before Tsumugi placed his head on his shoulder, holding in the tears as he begged, “Please, just one last time”. Tasuku stiffly nodded, gripping his hand like he didn’t want to ever let go. It was silent, but the two swayed like they were back in their apartment kitchen, a year into university with nothing to worry about except being on stage together.

“Why’d you go outside?” Tasuku asked, gently spinning Tsumugi like he was made of glass. When he spun back into his arms, Tsumugi sadly smiled, like this was the warmest he’d ever feel again.

“I needed to know if you’d come for me.” Tsumugi whispered, afraid of breaking the moment as he gazed up at the man he was in love with. He had his answer, Tasuku would still follow him even if it meant freezing from the snow at midnight. Tsumugi knew it was selfish, but...

He wanted to be selfish, just one more time. When Tsumugi stood on his toes to inch forward, nervously trembling from what he was risking right now, Tasuku didn’t react. He didn’t move, just took Tsumugi in like he wasn’t going to get this ever again. Like, this was the final goodbye they were supposed to promise each other that next morning.

It was long overdue. Tasuku saw how Tsumugi was about to run away again, lean back and leave. Not again, not if he couldn’t help it. Tasuku closed the distance, as if making up for all the time they lost as they kissed under the first snow, knowing there was so much to be said but not having the heart to bring back the past. It was too much, too much that Tsumugi couldn’t help but pull him back when Tasuku was about to move. He was so selfish, he just wanted Tasuku in this moment even if it meant never communicating with him again, he was in love with a man he had hurt over and over again.

“Promise me,” Tasuku mumbled before their lips met again, staring into Tsumugi’s eyes with no familiarity whatsoever. It was like they were two completely different people who had no connection to each other, two strangers that would’ve walked by each other without a second glance. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow morning.”

This time, Tsumugi nodded without crossing his fingers, his hands wrapped around Tasuku’s neck as he pulled him back down, knowing they had tomorrow to talk. To heal, to mend, to fix whatever was damaged. If Tasuku would let him back, if he let Tsumugi prove he was different now, better now, worthy of any relationship Tasuku wanted.

They were different people now, but it was the first snow of a winter they finally had together after a long, long time.

[sparklingskz]

shoot your shot | hwang hyunjin

▸ genre: fluff, basketball player! hyunjin

▸ description: the evolution from being on your phone during basketball games to staring at a certain hwang hyunjin.

▸ word count: 3.9k

▸ warnings: swearing

▸ a/n: i had to include bandana hyunjin in there somewhere im sorry lmao also this was proofread at 1am so I apologize for any mistakes >.<

“COME ON!! SHOOT IT, MINHO!!”

Jisung’s shouting instantly made you look up from your phone, pausing the pretty interesting game of Angry Birds you had going on. A second later, you saw how the ball was thrown in the direction of the hoop, and it circled the rim a few times before it finally went in. The referee blew his whistle right before loud cheers filled the auditorium, Jisung still screaming for Minho.

The game resumed its normal course, and you went back to your phone. That didn’t last long, though.

“Are you really going to stay on your phone the whole game?” Jisung asked, plopping down on the bleachers right beside you.

“Hey! I look up when they score,” you tried to defend yourself.

“Yeah, but you’re missing all the action.”

You rolled your eyes. “You just continue cheering for your boyfriend, I’m fine over here.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Jisung mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“Sure,” you smiled and went back to your phone.

Well, it was true that you weren’t really paying attention to the game that was happening in front of you. However, you were actually there, sitting in the bleachers, and that probably counted as school spirit, right? Right. 

In all honesty, attending the games wasn’t the worst thing ever. Yes, you weren’t really invested in your school team, but with Jisung cheering right beside you it sometimes made you want to cheer for them too. They were known faces in the halls, almost everyone wanting to talk to them and admirers seeking for some kind of interaction.

How Jisung was able to catch Lee Minho’s attention will forever remain a mystery, though. What you knew is that they were on speaking terms, and according to your best friend that didn’t happen to just anyone. They were the popular guys, but they weren’t assholes. Thankfully.

Back to the gym, after some time the game ended, your school’s team scoring another victory for their bag. After everything was wrapped up, everyone started to exit the place, chatting animatedly about the game they had just witnessed. You saw how Jisung had his eyes fixed on Minho, who was drinking water along with the rest of his team.

“Are you going to go and say hi?” you asked, hitting his arm playfully.

“Wouldn’t that be too much?” He eyed him with a hint of nervousness in his gaze.

“Nah, you should go for it. I’m going home though, so good luck!” You quickly pushed him (softly, of course) in Minho’s direction and started heading to the exit, not before a low “asshole” was heard coming out from your best friend’s mouth.

-

So, remember how you said you didn’t really know any of your school’s basketball team members? That changed the day right after the game you attended.

You were making your way through the school halls towards your locker, text books in hand and backpack secured over your shoulder. Everything went to shit when you felt your phone ringing in your pocket, and you had to start maneuvering very carefully as to not drop your books and to manage to get your phone out.

You knew you had failed when, all of a sudden, you clashed with another body and you both almost fell down to the floor together, but managed to stay with both feet on the ground. Sadly, your books weren’t so lucky.

As you were about to lean down to pick them up, the other person beat you to it, handing them back to you in a swift motion. 

“I’m so sorry, I was totally not watching where I was going,” the boy said, straightening up. That’s when you noticed he was one of the guys from the basketball team, as you remember seeing him in the court.

“No worries, it was my fault too,” you said, throwing him a small smile.

He reciprocated your smile, and you noticed how his eyes crinkled when he did. “I’m Hwang Hyunjin, and you?” he asked.

Oh, that’s a name you had definitely heard of. Main player of the team, most popular, best grades, good looking… You get the gist.

“I’m y/n,” you responded. “What had you in such a rush?”

“I wanted to find our coach before class to ask him about our next practice.” He shrugged. “Do you go to the basketball games?”

“Most of them, yeah.” He didn’t have to know you spent basically all of the time on your phone, though.

“How come I haven’t seen you, then? I feel like I know our crowd pretty well.” He tilted his head in curiosity.

“Uh, I don’t look up much, I guess.”

Hyunjin chuckled. “Well, I’m going to search for you during our next game, so you better be there and cheering.”

“Is that a threat?” you asked, your voice adopting a playful tone.

“Guess you’ll have to find out.” He shrugged, right as the bell rang to signal the start of the school day. “I need to run to class, so see you later!”

“See you!” you said as he turned around and started walking in what presumably was the direction of his classroom.

You were about to head to your locker to quickly put your books away when a very agitated Han Jisung appeared next to you.

“Were you just talking to Hwang Hyunjin?” he inquired.

“Uh, yes?”

“Holy shit, how did you do it? He’s like, the coolest guy on the team,” he said excitedly. “After Minho, of course,” he added as an afterthought, and you laughed.

“We ran into each other and it made me drop my books. He just asked for my name, nothing very special.” You shrugged.

“Of course it’s special, it was Hwang Hyunjin,” he said in a “duh” tone.

“Stop exaggerating and let’s go to class.” You quickly closed your locker and started walking in the direction of your classroom, thought about a certain boy flooding your head.

-

During the next basketball game, you could definitely say you were paying attention now. Rather than your focus being completely on the game, though, your eyes seemed to be following only one player.

Hwang Hyunjin, of course.

He was quick on his feet, passing the ball amongst his team with skill probably only acquired through long hours of practice. You could tell he was pretty good, scoring almost all the times he threw the ball to the opposite team’s hoop.

(Also, he was wearing a bandana, which made him look disgustingly good. But that’s just an extra fact.)

All the staring could come off as stalkerish, so you tried diverting your attention from the boy every once in a while. This resulted in you finding out that basketball was actually kind of fun to watch, so you quickly joined in on the cheering for your school’s team (not being as loud as Jisung, though).

Suddenly half time rolled around, and the team gathered in the sidelines of the court to drink some water and speak amongst themselves. That’s was the moment you saw Hyunjin scanning the crowd, and when his gaze landed on you he broke out in a smile and nodded his head at you. Ignoring your kind-of-fast heartbeat, you waved and smiled back in his direction, right before he turned his attention back to his friends.

The game resumed, and you could say that Hyunjin’s gaze met yours a few more times after he noticed your presence. Right after scoring, his eyes would quickly meet yours in the crowd and a small smile would adorn his lips when he found you cheering for his team. You didn’t know why he was suddenly… interested? in you, but the easiest thing to do was to blame the text books incident.

With the blow of a whistle the game came to an end, your school’s team getting the win, of course. Like last time, chatter filled the gym as everyone was leaving, but Jisung again had his eyes fixed on the sidelines, or, more specifically, on Minho.

“I’m going over there, so I’ll talk to you later?” He asked, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it look good.

You looked over to see where Minho was standing, and spotted Hyunjin right next to him, chugging a bottle of water, hair pushed back.

“I’ll go with you,” you said, earning a surprised look from Jisung. Then, he glanced over in the direction you were looking and a knowing smile took over his lips.

“Oh, that’s why,” he muttered, nodding towards Hyunjin.

“Shut up.” You didn’t say anything more, and the both of you started heading towards the boys. Once there, you were regretting the decision just a little bit.

(The bandana looked better up close.)

Thankfully, Jisung engaged in conversation first. “Good game guys! You played really well.”

“Thank you Jisungie, glad to see you cheering.” Minho smiled widely towards the boy, and you noted the nickname he used. You would have to tease Jisung about it later. Then, the both of them started talking between themselves, leaving you and Hyunjin in a somewhat awkward silence. You turned to glance at him, and he spoke first.

“So you came, huh?” he said, smiling.

“I told you, I always come to the games.”

“But this time I actually noticed you were here, so it’s completely different.”

“Oh? How so?” You tilted your head, trying to tease him a little.

He seemed to think for a moment, but didn’t arrive to any conclusion. “Just is.” He shrugged.

“Bet you say that to everyone,” you said in a playful manner.

“Hey! Don’t make me sound like a player, I’m not.” He pouted. “I hardly talk to people outside of the team.”

He’s talking to you, though, your brain helpfully provided, before you promptly shut it up.

You didn’t have a chance to respond, as he changed the topic. “Well, how was the game?”

“It was pretty fun to watch, to be honest. Everyone on the team is really good, I can’t imagine how hard you guys practice." 

"How about you see for yourself? You should swing by sometime; we practice every day after class.”

Oh? You weren’t expecting him to just casually invite you to watch him practice. Did it mean anything? Was it because he wanted you there? Did he think you were just interested in the sport? Were you overthinking this? Most probably.

“Oh, I’ll try to see if I can make it one of these days,” you replied.

That’s when Minho suddenly irrupted in your conversation. “Was that an invitation to our practice I just heard?” He raised his eyebrows in Hyunjin’s direction, directing him a sly smile.

“Maybe,” Hyunjin responded, and you noted how his cheeks turned a bit pink.

“Oh! Would love to see you there, y/n,” Minho said in an overly sweet tone, directing an even more overly sweet smile towards you. You could bet it was just to tease Hyunjin.

You were a bit unsure but still smiled in return, turning to shoot a look at Jisung that basically said “hey I think it’s time we leave now”.

Jisung thankfully got the message, and quickly spoke. “Well, we have to get going now,” he said with a pout, which Minho also returned. “We’ll catch up with you guys later, or in practice like some other people.” He directed a pointed look at you.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend, then quickly exchanged your goodbyes with the boys so you could leave the gym, going up the stairs towards the doors.

“I hate you,” you hushedly told Jisung.

“You love me,” was the only thing he retaliated.

-

Turns out now you had an invitation to watch the team’s basketball practice, and you were really unsure as if you should use it or not. Wouldn’t it be weird?

Well, other people watched practice all the time. Mostly admirers of the boys, to be completely honest. Because of this, you being there shouldn’t be that weird, right? Right?

Between all these thoughts and words of encouragement from Jisung (Hwang Hyunjin invited you to his damn practice and you’re gonna waste the opportunity?? you realize he’s going to be sweaty and hot???) you ultimately decided to give it a try and go. But you weren’t going to watch the whole thing; you would go and watch, like, the last fifteen minutes. That would be enough.

And thank God you decided that, because when you entered the gym and settled on a seat towards the back, the moment you spotted Hyunjin with his messy hair, throwing the ball around with his teammates,  you knew it was better that you weren’t there for the whole duration of the practice. You weren’t sure you would’ve survived, in all honesty.

The same way it had happened during the actual game, Hyunjin looked over to the bleaches and his gaze met yours, and he smiled and threw a small wave at you. You waved back, a bit of shyness taking over you as the rest of the people watching glanced in your direction, probably thinking “who did Hwang Hyunjin just wave to”.

You spent the rest of practice just watching in silence, your eyes following Hyunjin’s movements most of the time. They were organizing and trying out some plays and strategies for their next game, and you could definitely tell that they all had pretty amazing skills. Especially Hyunjin, who didn’t own the title of captain for nothing; he was one of the fastest players out there, leading his team to victory with very well timed passes and shots to the hoop. Plus, his concentrated face when talking to the rest was attractive, you weren’t going to lie.

Some time later practice was called to an end, and you watched as Hyunjin said goodbye to his friends before looking over at you. He motioned for you to come down to the court with him, and you did exactly so, ignoring the way your heart sped up a little when you finally arrived next to him.

“Hey! I’m happy you made it,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, I had some free time after finishing an assignment and decided to swing by. Nice practice, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you. Wanna sit?” He pointed to the benches right next to you.

With a nod of your head you both sat down, Hyunjin putting down the basketball ball he was holding previously on the floor. You immediately fell into an easy conversation, chatting about school, your interests, and anything, really. You discovered Hyunjin was a very easy person to talk to, as he always seemed to have the right thing to say, and he listened attentively when it was your turn to talk.

After a while, everyone had already left the gym, but you didn’t really feel like leaving yet. That’s when Hyunjin pointed to the ball resting at his feet and asked, “Have you ever played basketball?”

“Never have touched one of those in my life, if I’m being honest with you,” you quickly admitted.

With that, Hyunjin stood up. “Well, you’re going to do it now. Come on, up.” He motioned for you to stand up and started walking towards one of the hoops.

You rose from your seat and followed him, a feeling close to dread filling your every step. You weren’t really in a position to feel confident in your basketball abilities when Hyunjin, also known the best player out there, was present and paying complete attention to you.

He started to show you how to dribble the ball, which, fair enough, wasn’t so difficult. Then, you just started moving around passing the ball between you two, which caused it to escape from your hands a couple of times. After a few tries, though, the movements and the ball started to feel more familiar and less awkward. Finally, it was time to try shooting it to the hoop.

Firstly, Hyunjin demonstrated how to do it, explaining how your hands should go, how much strength to use, and how to throw the ball. You probably missed around half of the explanation, but it was totally not because of the fact that you were staring at him instead of listening. Definitely not.

Then it was your turn, and you tried copying what Hyunjin had done, and threw the ball. It lacked a bit of direction and you probably used too much strength, as it landed right behind where it was supposed to go. 

Hyunjin quickly let out a “don’t worry, we’ll try again.” He went to get the ball, and returned to his position next to you.

“Look,” he said, and handed you the ball, moving so he was standing right behind you. “Your hands go here.” He put his hands over yours and raised them so the ball was hovering in front of you, and adjusted your hold of it so your hands could be in the right position (mind you, they were still under his.) “Bend your knees a little, and then… shoot!” He impulsed the ball with his hands along with you, the both of you throwing it towards the hoop with a swift motion.

And it went in.

“There you go!” Hyunjin exclaimed, and you turned around to celebrate with him, when you noticed his hands were kind of still holding yours and you were pretty close to his face.

Time seemed to stop as you started into Hyunjin’s eyes, and he stared right back, still holding you. You noticed him shooting a quick glance to your lips, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Y/n… Can I-” he started saying.

In that very moment, you heard the gym doors open with a loud noise, and the both of you quickly moved away from each other as if you were struck by electricity, looking over to the now opened doors. There stood Minho, his eyes comically open and his mouth forming an “o” shape.

“Uhm, I left my phone here, let me just-” he said as he very quickly ran down the gym stairs, grabbed his phone and went back up, you and Hyunjin following his every movement with your eyes as neither of you wanted to look at each other. When Minho closed the doors behind him, you seemed to snap out of it.

Before Hyunjin could say anything, you quickly blurted an “I need to go.” You made a beeline for the stairs, grabbing your things in the process and ignoring Hyunjin calling your name as you exited the gym.

-

What would any sensible human being do after almost kissing their crush and getting ultimately embarrassed in the process?

Avoid them, of course.

Some progress was made, though: after staying up that night overthinking every little interaction with the boy, you arrived to the conclusion that maybe you did have a crush on him. It developed really quickly, the few times you had talked being enough for your feelings to grow. You still needed to get to know him better, but that could be arranged.

(Not when you’re avoiding him, your brain helpfully provided.)

Jisung had a very strong opinion on the topic, assuring you that Hyunjin returned your feelings and that you shouldn’t be turning in the other direction every time he appeared around a corner. He also promised to scold Minho for interrupting your “moment” in the gym (he was actually mad at him, which made you laugh), as who knew what would’ve happened if he didn’t come in at that precise instant. 

Even with Jisung’s constant pestering, you weren’t really confident in facing Hyunjin again. Yes, he was the one that may have tried to initiate something, but you still were unsure (hey, you didn’t say you were being reasonable, just scared). In conclusion, you would avoid him until further notice.

Well, your plan went to shit pretty fast.

About a week after the incident, you were walking in the direction of your next class alongside Jisung, who was animatedly telling you about the new song he was in the process of composing. Then, all of a sudden you felt someone go up to you and an “excuse me” being blurted towards Jisung. The person then started to drag you by the arm in the opposite direction with them, and that’s when you noticed that it was none other than Hyunjin. Of course it had to be.

Your pleas of “Hyunjin, let me go!” and “What are you doing?” were completely ignored, as the boy just kept guiding you to God knows where. The students who were in the halls turned to look at you two in curiosity until you arrived in front of a door, which Hyunjin opened and dragged you inside with him. He quickly closed it, and turned the lights on.

You were inside a fucking supply closet.

“You’re avoiding me.” Hyunjin blurted out before you could say anything, crossing his arms.

“Well, hello to you too,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“You’re avoiding me,” he repeated himself, emphasizing the words.

“No I’m not! We didn’t really talk before, so when you think of it nothing’s really that different.” You were really trying to talk your way out of this one, it seemed.

“I was and am interested in talking to you now, and you aren’t letting me.” You were about to retaliate again, but he was faster. “You literally turn around every time you see me.”

You weren’t really sure about what to say next, because he was right. However, the silence didn’t last long, as Hyunjin was the one who spoke again.

"Did- did I mess things up? The last thing I wanted was to make you uncomfortable, I’m really sorry if I did,” he said, softening his hard exterior a little.

“No no,” you were quick to reassure him. “It’s my fault. I was, uhm, embarrassed after everything that happened, and didn’t really know how to face you.” You were looking at the floor now.

“So you aren’t mad about the fact that I tried to kiss you?” He inquired, and he suddenly took one step closer to you.

You looked up, and your heart skipped a beat at the proximity. “No, I’m not,’ you muttered, looking into his eyes. You noted how pretty they were, a little mole decorating a spot under one of them.

"So… Does that mean I can kiss you right now?” He stepped even closer, your faces mere centimeters apart.

Despite the way your heart was thumping inside your chest, you didn’t hesitate to respond with a nod of your head. Not even a second later Hyunjin’s lips were on yours, your eyes closing and hands immediately settling around his neck, while his found a place on your waist.

Holy shit, you were actually kissing Hwang Hyunjin.

The kiss was soft and slow, the both of you acting a bit timid around each other but still being in complete sync. Being this close to him caused you to experiment a different kind of rush; you wanted to keep kissing him forever.

For your dismay, humans need oxygen to breathe, so you broke apart after a few moments. However, your faces remained impossibly close, and you were still holding each other.

“Go on a date with me,” Hyunjin whispered as if he was trying not to ruin the moment, looking softly into your eyes.

His words caused you to break into a smile. “Of course,” you replied, and you felt like a big weight was lifted of your shoulders.

Hyunjin smiled too, and leaned forward to reconnect your lips.

[peachyduwang]

Hihi!! I requested this on your last account I think so I hope its okay to request again hhhh, but could I request yandere Rohan with a crush on a fem who has a crush on Josuke instead? It's a mouthful but my favorite trope lmao. And I'm glad you're getting back into writing!! 💕💕

it’s perfectly fine! this was really fun to write, i loooove writing yanderes hhhh

also i assume this is a scenario request? if this isn’t what you wanted pls let me know! :)

!! Warning: yandere, abuse !!

(under cut due to length and triggering content)

Rohan’s Crush on fem!reader Who Has a Crush on Josuke Instead

Everything about her was perfect. From the way she walked, how she smiled, how she styles her hair, how soft and sweet her voice was. To Rohan, this woman was a walking masterpiece, from the moment he saw her, he finally fell in love for the first time in a long time. This feeling however was foreign to him, how could the great Rohan Kishibe have such soft and vulnerable feelings for another person? For a while, he tried to ignore these feelings and her. He constantly avoided her and pushed her away. He couldn’t let something like this get in the way of his work, a relationship was the last thing he wanted and needed. However, he couldn’t stop himself. She was constantly on his mind, no matter how hard he tried to stop this. Whenever he would daydream, he would always end up doodling her, whenever he saw her his face would feel hot and his stomach would feel strange. This frustrated him to no end, these feelings were truly suffocating to him.

 On the other hand, Y/n saw the mangaka as nothing more than an acquaintance if anything. He was friends with some of her friends such as Koichi who hung out with him often, so she thought since they might see each other a lot, they might as well become friends. However, when she tried to become friends with him, he was rude and stand-offish. He didn’t seem to have any interest in her, which at first offended her until Koichi explained how he’s like that almost with everyone else and that she shouldn’t take it personally. After that, she just avoided him and not really paying any attention to him, only interacting with him when needed; if he doesn’t like her, then oh well. She wasn’t going to be friends with someone who is naturally an asshole like him.

 But unbeknownst to her, Rohan Kishibe has completely fallen in love with her. He was obsessed with her, she constantly haunting his thoughts. The more he avoided her, the more he wanted her. He had to have her, he wanted to spend his entire life with her, he wanted to wake up every morning to her soft delicate face, he wanted to feel her soft skin and hair. Even though they weren’t necessarily friends, he cherished every moment he was around her and the small talk conversations they shared.

 The day finally came where he would try to form a friendship with her, maybe this will make him feel better about everything, plus he just had to be close to her. Rohan left the house, dressing a bit nicer than usual (as if he already didn’t dress nice all the time) to make a good impression when she saw him. Y/n worked at the local café downtown and Rohan was a regular even before she worked there, this has allowed him to observe her and admire her beauty from afar as she worked. Whenever she was the one that served him, his insides felt as if he was on a rollercoaster. He would act completely casual and still a bit stand-offish despite the fact that he clearly looked nervous. Y/n didn’t think much of his strange reactions, instead she just thought he hasn’t slept and consumed way too much caffeine since he is constantly working 24/7.

 Y/n was currently on her usual lunch break, every day she would go on break once the clock hit noon according to his observations. He saw her in the window eating a pastry while reading a book. Oh how beautiful she looked, her eyes lit up in the sunlight causing them to look much brighter than they already were, and the way she was lost in her book was endearing. Rohan took a deep breath before entering the café, the smell of pastries and fresh coffee brewing filled his nostrils as he walked in. He ordered a regular black coffee and started to walk over to the table Y/n was sitting at, until he saw that familiar young adult with the pompadour hair. Just before Rohan walked on over, Josuke walked into the café, greeting Y/n with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

 Rage all the sudden filled Rohan, almost causing him to squeeze his coffee cup and spill the hot coffee everywhere. How could she fall in love with Josuke instead of him, the great Rohan Kishibe? What did she see in that asshole? He wanted to go over and just destroy him, but he couldn’t confront them because how will Y/n see him? He didn’t want her to see him as a bad guy, despite how much of an asshole he already was to her. He just wanted to fix this, he wanted Y/n all to himself and nobody else.

 While walking back home, many thoughts flooded his mind. Part of his thoughts was rage and hatred towards Josuke, but his other thoughts were full of regret. Maybe if he didn’t push her away and be a prick towards her, he would be in Josukes place right now. 

 All the sudden, Rohan got an impulsive thought. What if he used Heavens Door on Y/n? This thought wasn’t new, he thought about this often actually and it felt morally wrong at first; But now, since the girl of his dreams is with Josuke, a person he despised immensely, and not with him, he felt he had no other choice. Rohan chuckled and smiled to himself, thinking about how she could finally be his. He walked home with a subtle dark smile on his face while thinking about how he was going to go about this twisted plan. 

–

Y/n exhaustingly closed the cafe door behind her, she sighed with relief as she finally got to go home after working a double shift. She looked at her watch to check the time, it was around 10:30 p.m. It wasn’t too late out, but it was late enough where she had to be careful and alert as she walked home. Her house wasn’t too far away, maybe a couple blocks away from the cafe, so she should be okay, right? 

She watched her surroundings as she walked home to make sure there weren’t any creeps following her. Morioh was known to be a town of crimes, despite how small it was. It wasn’t the first time she walked home at night by herself, each time she did she made it home safely. The streets were silent, only to be accompanied by the occasional car driving by and the street lights. 

She finally made it to her house, but before she could make it up to the door, she saw a figure on the porch. She felt scared at first until she realized it was Rohan. What could he be doing here? 

“Oh hey Rohan, what’s up? What are you doing here so late?” she asked in a confused yet concerned tone as she walked up to the porch. 

“Please forgive me, Y/n.” 

“Wha-”

“Heaven’s door!”

Y/n fell unconscious all the sudden. Before she could fall and hit the ground, Rohan caught her. He observed her limp body and how beautiful she looked even unconscious. Luckily nobody was out here, so nobody could witness what was happening, everything went according to plan. 

He flipped through her pages, learning every small and big thing about her. How interesting she and her life was, not only was she perfect inspiration for his work, she was perfect for him. She already fascinated him before he truly got to give her a good read, now he feels even more so. After reading her thoroughly, he took out his pen and began writing in commands. 

I only love Rohan Kishibe and I will be his forever. 

–

Y/n woke up from a deep sleep, she noticed how she was in a big comfy bed that wasn’t hers. She got up and looked around the room, she had no idea where she was. She felt panicked, where the hell was she? Did she get kidnapped or?

All of the sudden the door opened revealing Rohan holding a cup of coffee for her. All the panic disappeared as soon as he entered the room. She felt warm, happy, and safe. Rohan had a warm smile on his face as he handed the hot cup of coffee to Y/n and sat down next to her. What was this feeling? She could of swore she felt nothing for Rohan, she wasn’t even attracted to him. But now, it felt like she knew Rohan forever, she 

“Sleep well, darling? You were out cold last night, you seemed quite exhausted from work,” Rohan said has his hand graced her face.

She couldn’t remember last night what so ever except for walking back from a hard day at work, she must of passed out from tiredness and Rohan took her in.

She didn’t question it, she felt safe and everything felt okay. She smiled and took Rohan’s hand and kissed it. 

This felt right. 

[lefandomimagines]

promise | boh rhap!roger taylor x reader

Pairing: Bohemian Rhapsody!Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 2037

Request:  Could you please do an imagine about being in a relationship with Roger Taylor? You love each other so much but you always fight really intensely too? The whole band gets involved because of how intense you guys are?

Warnings: N/A

A/N: First imagine back after a huge break so pls be kind lmao i’m still getting back into the swing of things. Hope you enjoy, please feel free to spam me with Bohemian Rhapsody requests, I wanna write so many more imagines for all the members so hit me up with any ideas you have! ( and feel free to send any non-boh rhap requests too )

To say that you were ‘a little pissed off’ would be to say that Freddie’s fashion sense is ‘only a little unique’. It was no shock to anyone that once again, Roger Taylor was the cause of your anger. Your relationship had always been a strange one; there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the two of you were in love as anyone could be, but your fights were notorious for being more explosive than a nuclear bomb. Having matching personalities made the two of you as close as anyone could be, but matching personalities also came along with matching tempers. Brian, John and Freddie were no strangers to your arguments either. Sometimes they were caused by something as simple as Roger not tidying up after himself, or Roger getting irritated by how long you took to get ready. But other times they could be fuelled by something much worse. On this particular occasion, it had been one of the more extreme reasons. It was pretty well known that Roger was awfully popular with the female fans, he had been getting mounds of female attention even since the days of Smile. You had learnt to ignore it and brush it off because at the end of the day, you were the one he would be coming home to. However, sometimes it did put a strain on your relationship particularly due to the fact that Roger seemed to really enjoy the attention and never really learned where to draw the line with them for your sakes.

This time, a group of girls had immediately flocked Roger the second he stepped off stage after the show; that was nothing new to you, but what really stung was how Roger just cast you away and completely ignored you when you tried to congratulate him on the show in favour of the girls surrounding him. Of course you understood that the band had to be thankful for their fans and communicate with them, but that made it hurt no less when he acted as if you didn’t even exist. You took in a sharp intake of breath, biting down on your bottom lip to stop the tears building up in your eyes from spilling over. Grabbing your handbag, you quickly rushed away backstage, flashing your pass to the security guard as you zoomed past, just wanting to get somewhere alone. The tears in your eyes threatening to spill over eventually did as you flopped down on the sofa in the band’s dressing room, bringing your knees up to your body as you sat. In your head, you knew that it was silly to get upset over it because you knew that Roger truly did love you, but all of the doubts and horrible thoughts that had been building up across the time of your relationship all came flooding back together. Being the girlfriend of the Roger Taylor had its perks and obvious downfalls, there were a lot of jealous fans and tabloids just wanting an easy story that often said a lot of horrible things about you which often came flooding back at times like these.Your thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open with Brian and John stumbling into the room. The grins on their faces soon faded away as they spotted the look on your face, and they instantly came rushing over. Brian sat down on the coffee table in front of you, and John beside you on the sofa. “Y/N what happened?” John stumbled out, his words laced with concern.

You eventually managed to compose yourself and explain what had happened to John and Brian and you were met with the usual look of annoyance and lack of shock on their faces.

“He never learns does he?” Brian spoke solemnly, placing a comforting hand on your knee.

John sighed loudly, pulling you into a hug “I’m sure he didn’t mean for you to be hurt, he just doesn’t think sometimes.”

“I know, it just sucks when I see him surrounded by all of these gorgeous women I can never compete with. What if he changes his mind about me one day and goes for someone prettier?” You spoke sadly, resting your head on John’s shoulder.

“Y/N, Roger would have to be absolutely idiotic to ever swap someone as utterly incredible as you for one of those idiot gold diggers only in it for a shag.” Brian said with an endearing tone.

You went to reply when the dressing room door burst open once again, revealing Freddie along with the man in question, Roger.

“What the hell is going on here?” Roger questioned with a slightly raised tone.

“Just attempting to cheer your girlfriend up after you acted like a total prat...once again.” Brian shot back immediately.

“I think I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself thank you very much.” Roger snapped “What the bloody hell have I even done now anyway? I was just talking to some fans”

You stood up as Roger spoke, crossing your arms over your chest as you did so. “See Roger, it’s never just talking though is it? You completely shoved me to the side and acted like I was something you had just scraped off of the bottom of your shoe out there. It was embarrassing!” You yelled back, your hands balling into fists in your fit of anger.

“You’re not the only bloody person in the world you know? I do have a life outside of our relationship. Why do you overreact about everything?” By this point, both of you were on the verge of screaming and Freddie, John and Brian had long since snuck out of the room to avoid getting caught up in the crossfire.

“I’m not asking for everything to revolve around me twenty four seven Roger! All I want is for you to actually give me a shred of attention sometimes out there in front of those bimbos who only care about you because you’re hot and famous. How would you feel if I completely ignored you in favour of a group of guys that you thought were a hundred times better looking than you. I just want to feel good enough for you for once!” You shouted, with hot tears now running down your cheeks.

“Y/N I-” Roger’s tone softened as he went to speak; but you simply raised your hand, cutting him off before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

After the argument, you returned to the home that you and Roger shared, spending your evening on the sofa in a bit of a sulk. It was about ten o’clock the next morning when you woke up after falling asleep on the sofa that night. You were rather unceremoniously woken up by Freddie kicking your door down, shouting for you to get your ‘sulky arse’ off of the sofa and into something pretty. It was moments like this that made you question why you had given the three other members of the band a key to your home.

“If it’s anything to do with Roger, I’m not going Fred.” You spoke in a deadpan tone with zero emotion on your face.

“No no, I want to take you somewhere.” Freddie replied flippantly before rather ungracefully dragging you off of the sofa and upstairs to your bedroom.

“Where on Earth could you possibly need to take me in such a hurry at ten o’clock on a Sunday morning?” You questioned with a raised brow, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Don’t spoil the fun with too many questions darling, just trust me and go along with it.” He replied with a mischievous grin, tossing an outfit at you.

“Trust you and go along with it? That’s usually the beginning of the end for my wellbeing when you say that Fred.” You called out from the bathroom as you changed into the jeans and shirt Freddie had picked out for you, grinning as you heard him chuckle at your remark.

Once you had gotten ready, Freddie had proceeded to toss you into his limousine, forcing a blindfold onto your face the second the driver took off. You eventually came to a stop after what honestly felt like an age, and Freddie attempted to gracefully guide you out of the car and into some building ( emphasis on attempted ).

“This scenario is the beginning of literally every serial killer movie ever made.” You chuckled, holding your arms out in front of you cautiously “If you murder me, I will come back and haunt you forever.”

You heard Freddie laugh quietly as he came to a sudden halt “Now stay exactly where you are.”

You could somewhat make out a few sounds as you heard Freddie’s footsteps move away from you, but you were still none the wiser as to where on Earth he had brought you.

“Freddie I-” You went to question your friends intentions when you were cut off by the sudden beginning of a piano sequence. You recognised the song in an instant, how could you not? An acoustic version of ‘I’m in love with my car’. You couldn’t help but let a soft giggle escape your lips, removing your blindfold as you heard Roger begin to sing. The view you were met with was simply breathtaking, Freddie had taken you to the bar where you had first met Roger but the room was covered in the most stunning little fairy lights and rose petals and a projection of all of your favourite photographs of you and Roger played behind the four of them. A few tears began to fill up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as Roger sang his utterly ridiculous yet brilliant song that he knew you loved so much. Roger’s eyes never once left yours as he sang every word, his notorious cheeky grin on his lips. As the song ended, Roger stepped down off the small stage, making his way over to you.

“Y/N, I acted like a total arse yesterday and there’s no excuse for it. Sometimes I’m an idiot and I lose sight of things, but there is never a single doubt in my mind that you are the most incredible, beautiful, talented and kind hearted woman I’ve ever met and that I want to spend every moment of my life with you. None of those girls that come to our shows and throw themselves at me will ever match up to you, not in a million years. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but don’t you dare ever doubt yourself again even for a second. I don’t give a shit what idiotic reporters or gold-digging fans say about you, nothing will ever change my mind about you. You make me a better man and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” Roger spoke softly, a look of complete adoration in his eyes. He took a deep breath before taking hold of your left hand, fiddling around with something in his back pocket with his other hand. Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping slightly as he pulled out a velvety red box.

“Rog. Wha-” You sputtered out as he opened the box

“Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to commit to marrying me yet.” He chuckled “It’s a promise ring, Bri told me about them. Its a promise of my commitment to you and a promise to one day when you’re ready, swap it out for an proper ring.” He finished with a nervous sort of smile on his lips.

A genuinely nervous Roger was something you had never really seen in your years of dating, it knocked you utterly speechless.

“This is the part where you say yes and get to the snogging.” Freddie called out causing laughter from both John and Brian.

“Roger Meddows Taylor. You are utterly insane.” You laughed, totally shell shocked “Of course I accept.”

A look of relief quickly washed over Roger’s face, a huge grin pulling on his lips as he slid the delicate gold ring onto your finger and Freddie, John and Brian burst into cheers.

“I love you to the ends of the Earth and back (Y/F/N)”

[xuxikook]

Last Night • Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Summary: In which two people think about the last night of their lives.

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2000

( A/n: this is so cliche lmao )

Beach party, wasn't really your thing but your college friends had decided to pull you along instead of leaving you all alone in the house you guys are staying at.

The loud music beat, the colorful light moving around, the DJ screaming on the mic and everyone holding some sort of cups with different types of liquor they got from the bar.

"I'm gonna dance with Taeyong over there." your friend, Eunha, said as she drops the cup on the high table you're leaning at ever since you arrived.

She turned around to you and gave you a flying kiss before moving closer Taeyong. A smile appeared on you're face as you watch her finally having the courage to go to her crush. Thanks to the liquor she have consumed, she seems confident than usual.

You watch her as her body moves along the beat with Taeyong dancing along beside her. Sweaty bodies were also dancing along them as the crowd of people blocks them.

Took you some time before abandoning the table along the cup Eunha had handed you before leaving for Taeyong.

You walked closer to the water, the sound of the waves hitting the sand and moving backwards were soothing to your ear. It was much calming than the loud music not so far from you.

Sitting on the dry sand, hugging your knees to your chest. The wind blowing your face you lose hair flying along.

"Here," a voice suddenly said making you jump on your place. You looked up to the familiar voice and saw the familiar figure of your boyfriend, Yuta, handing you a red cup.

"No thanks. I already had too much." You ignored his offer and looking back to the water in front of you.

"Ayy-" He said as he sat beside you grabbing your arm, opening your hand forcing you to hold the cup he was offering you earlier.

"It's not alcohol it's just mojito- non alcoholic, bud." He said, mentioning your nickname for each other. You looked at him and took the cup away from him. Leaving his hand alone.

Bud. It was a weird pet name for each other. You two made it during the freshmen year when you two met each other.

It was originally his nickname for you, but you just adapted to it because you felt like babe was too overrated for you two to use.

"Don't use bud right now." Your voice sternly said.

"C'mon Y/n you're still upset about earlier?" He said as he looked at your face watching the waters. He smiled at your face, jealousy. It was stuck all over your face.

"Okay, helping out Hana earlier when we arrived was just something your Gentleman boyfriend would do." He nudged you, and you looked at him. Giving him a glare.

You weren't really that jealous, to the point you would ignore him. You're just teasing Yuta and for your knowledge, he seems like he's playing along as well. Really well.

It's childish, but who really cares. It's the person you love you're playing with. As long as it doesn't lead to any literal fight. Then its all good. Its good to have some playful fight every now and then.

"Good thing Johnny was there to help me pick up my heavy bag earlier." You said as you take a sip of your drink. You noticed, from the corner of your eye, Yuta's eyebrow rose up.

"Johnny? Johnny? The same giant guy who was flirting with you during the orientation?" You looked at him and released a "mhmm"

"Y- you let him help you out?" He asked, unsure, even though you just confirmed him a second ago. You hummed once again before moving your head to look at him.

"What's the matter?" You said as you looked at him. He closed his lips. “He just helped me out because he was such a gentleman.” 

You teased highlighting the same word he said. He scoffed before leaning back his hands and arms supporting him behind.

"Well.. we're fair now. We both got jealous today." He confidently said as he watched the water hitting the golden sand with you.

"Yeah.. except you ignored me earlier during the game." You reminded and smirked at him. He face stopped and looked at you and you immediately dropped the smirk you were holding.

"What- pfft- no I didn't." He scoffed and you rolled your eyes. Eyes focused back to the water while smiling.

"Fine." Yuta sat up straight and grabbed your hands from your legs. You looked at him, confused, and he locked his pinky to yours. One of the things you two like to do 

"My team told me earlier to play like its the last day of your life-"

"Oh Really? Did Hana say that?" You butted in and he he gave you a derp face making you smile before continuing his words.

"I have a question for you.."

"Mhmm."

"What if, this is our last night together?" He questioned you. You looked at him, your head focused on the serious question he just dropped.

You let out a scoff and bit the cup that was pressed on your lips.

"I don't know.. that’s a sudden question." You shrugged, unsure, I mean if you have hours left do you really wanna waste time planning what to do? Or do you just go with the flow with life?

“I’ll probably just take a nap. Wont even notice that every thing is ending.”

"You're boring." He commented and grabbed the cup from your hand left hand with his right before taking a sip from it.

"Well.. you? What would you do?" You asked. He smiled and moved his hands from locked pinkys to intertwining it with your fragile hands.

"I would just stay with you," he said and you looked at him. Letting out a laugh.

"Not with Hana?" He shook his head at you, a soft smile appearing.

"No. Cause Hana is not the person I would want to spend my last night with. She's not the person I love, nor the person who made me enjoy my life." You looked at him weirdly, but honestly, you were melting inside with his words.

He lifted up both yours and his hands to his lips and kissed the back of your hand. You blushed at the unexpected move he made

"YAH NAKAMOTO YUTA!" You heard a voice calling your boyfriend. Both your head turned to look at the back to see the Yuta's team leader at the back, .

"There's games there! You said you wouldn't miss the chance to beat Taeil Hyung?!" Shouted Johnny far from you two.

Informing you for another round of department head to head game, in order to find the strongest department there is. A usual routine of team building in your school.

Yuta raised his fingers, connecting his index and his thumb with three fingers left up, making an okay sign to his friend.

"You want to beat my team?" You asked laughing at him.

Having your team on lead on the first day was something everyone in your department keeps bragging to others since you won the last give giving you a three wins in one day.

Johnny left from behind, and you two went back to watching the water in front of you as you laugh.

"Yeah, you think my team would just want to watch ourselves go down when last year we were the champions?" Yuta stood up with his hands still connected to yours dusting off the sand on his shorts with his right hand.

Laughing as he remember how his department last year went on bragging about their championship that even lasted until the first two weeks when they got back to the campus.

You looked at him your smile fading.

"Yah? Where are you going?" You asked him, raising up an eyebrow on your tall boyfriend. Your hands was up in the air as he grips on it. Still not letting go even as he dust off his

"I have to beat Taeil hyung." He said.

"But I thought this is our last night together?" You asked, pouting. Yuta looked at you. His face going soft and a smile popping up on his face.

"I thought you don't want to play along?" He said, not thinking twice before sitting down next you again.

Since you two seemed to play along with each other. He just quickly forgot about trying to beat .

"I didn't say my answer yet," You pouted before laughing a little. Yuta laughed at your soft laugh before answering.

"It's okay I can just beat Taeil hyung next game." You giggled at how fast his mind changed when he realized you were gonna play along.

"Okay continue." He encouraged and gave you a look telling you to continue.

"Okay, I'll hold your hand, then we'll forget whatever happen next. I'll stay here, We'll stay here, and no one is gonna disturb us like we're the only people left in this world." You said gripping on his hands, pressing it on your cheeks as you smile at him.

"Are you trying to make a cheesy one now?" He laughs and you looked at him in disbelief you're actually saying this. Trying not to cringe on yourself was really hard.

"I'm trying." You laughed and he giggled on his seat getting closer to you wanting to listen more to what you'll say

"It's quick, but I wanna feel like this is forever. Like this is what set for us. You and I. Until the very end." You smiled looking at him. His eyes already staring to yours and a huge smile was stuck on his face admiring you, the girl before him.

The girl he loves. The only girl he would do everything for. The only girl who he would want to spend his last few days or nights with. The only girl in his heart.

"That's too cheesy." He blurted out before you two burst out laughing to whatever you two were doing.

"I hate you! At least I'm trying!"

Minutes later after bursting out laughing. You two sat on the same places. Your head resting on his shoulder, watching the ocean.

Spending your time together like its the last night of your life.

[thesarcastictree]

Chapter 1 - Play of the game

Hey, everyone! 

Author’s note: I did it! The first, however a shorter, part is out. I hope you’re gonna enjoy it. Remember - sharing is caring. ^-^

For my lovely best friend Susan, because she loves when I mention her.

Words: 3063

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I rolled my eyes as I heard the painfully familiar vibration coming off from under the pillow. My eyes hurt and my face felt disgusting, blaming the fact I again didn't take off my make­-up before taking an obligatory nap. The yawn was long, making me feel dizzy. I put my hand under the cushion, palpating a rectangularly shaped object, taking it out. 

Unlocking the screen of my phone, I sighed. Had I really been sleeping for only thirty minutes? I quickly tapped in the passcode, internally satisfying my clumsy self, since I hadn't made any mistake in the four meaningless numbers. 

Another message popped up, as my eyes met with the bright white chat.

forever alone bitch: YOU SLEPT ENOUGH COME PLAY noodle mommy: what  noodle mommy: did you seriously wake me up because of stupid ow forever alone bitch: yes now come  forever alone bitch: i wanna play compets noodle mommy: geez, ok noodle mommy: gimme five minutes forever alone bitch: gg noodle mommy: ??? forever alone bitch: you and your five minutes

I chuckled, shaking my head. Somehow, I managed to get off my bed in a record time. The procedure of undoing the paint I had stuffed onto my skin was, as well, quite quick. In a while, I sat down onto a spinning chair, putting on the headphones, giving up on the ball of cables that fell into my lap. As I waited for the Blizzard app to start, I swiftly found the playlist that had been my companion for a few months now. The brisk tones of one of my favorite songs hit my ears, and I laughed at myself and at my poor attempts of singing in Korean. "Geu bojogaen illegal, ille~~gal," I sang quietly, tapping the tips of my fingers in the rhytm, "but I want it anyway, anyway, anywa-" The invite to the group hit my screen, as soon as I got to the loaded menu. I, of course, accepted, joining the voice chat right after.

uncleREYES has joined the voice chat.

"Yo, nibblet, what's up?" I asked with a hoarse vocal, caused by the lack of usage. I got literally no response. Letting out a quiet sigh, the sudden hyped sound made me jump in my seat. "HELLO, HELLO, IT'S YOUR GIIIIR-" The microphone cut off.  "Yeah, hi," laughing, I started the queue for competitives. "-lright, you should totally see the video I sent you, because I'm fucking crying again. Why is MCCree so perfect? Why does Hanzo have to die in every fanfiction? Why can't they just be happy?!" Sometimes, I wondered how she was able to be hysterical over two characters from a game, but then again, I wasn't different. 

Well, okay, I agree. My obsession had gone perhaps too far, being it a few Korean idols, which made it even more difficult. They were real. They existed. They breathed the same air like I did, and their faces were literally everywhere I looked; printed on my phone case, set on my wallpapers - I even had a goddamn pillow case with Taehyung's face, biting his lip in the most seductive way ever. "You need help," I responded to her autistic screeching, glancing at the timer passing by the second minute.  "... and you are the one to say that." Susan barked back with ease. "Yeah, you're right. We both need help."

Susan and I, we had been friends since... pretty much forever. I met her during the start of the first year, as my kind of crazy classmate, also being an idiot into games. We'd argued for a few times, even stopped talking for another few months, but at the end of the day, noone could ever split our brotherhood, as we called it, apart. And there we were, the partners in any crime. However, little did we both know that the upcoming minutes were going to completely change our lives, for good. 

GAME FOUND! Joining the game...

Both of us went silent, as the map of Volskaya Industries showed, together with the name and rank lists of both teams. I briefly went through the players, and... something seemed off. 

"Susan?" I asked, frowning. She responded with a silent, almost unhearable: "Hm?"  "Don't panic, okay? We have a fallen diamond Widowmaker main against us, low plat, in premade with two other platinums," I began, taking a deep breath. It wouldn't be a big deal, if I wasn't a borderline golden rank, and my comrade a bit higher gold. Was our elo getting bigger, or did we just get randomly filled into the missing places of a long-buffering game? I cracked my knuckles, checking out the others' mains, even more confused. "How the hell am I not supposed to panic? I'll just play goddamn D.va, I'm not feeling the Ryu ga wagateki go-fuck yourself tonight." I let out a desperate laugh. "Yeah, enjoy it. One of the... well, the GucciBoy has about 100 hours on D.va. They have a 120 hours MCCree main too, what the fuck?" I whined, comparing the composition of our teams together. We seemingly stood no chance, yet I didn't feel like giving up.  I chose Mercy, even though I wasn't a big fan of her pick. I decided to go for certain, stable decisions, instead of a Hanzo or Widow, and it seemed like I perfectly fullfilled the expectations of our teamcomp. 

My attention, while we waited for the doors on attack to open, got caught by the allchat, as I smiled cheekily.

[ALL] Bunny: sugacheonjae? my ass... [ALL] GucciB0i: LMAO  [ALL] TuandonJuan: IT'S HIGH NOON SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD

Susan's next yak reminded me of a dying whale, but I decided to ignore it. 

[ALL] uncleREYES: YES IN MY BED [ALL] TuandonJuan: GIVE ME YOUR ADDRESS HUCKLEBERRY

"I'm so adding him!" she hissed happily, as I heard the furious clicks of a mouse. We had about twenty seconds towards the beginning, and for some reason, I felt nervous. 

[ALL] Bunny: what is it, suga, you scared? [ALL] SugaCheonjae: Excuse me?  [ALL] Bunny: ;) 

That was the last hit my ego could take. I filled in with my Odile Widowmaker instead, ignoring the desperate cries for a switch back, as I just simply muted the teamchat. 

[ALL] xHeroO: can u pls report widow shes trolling [ALL] uncleREYES: can you please stfu and play, she's good  [ALL] Bunny: we will see about that [ALL] TuandonJuan: uuu [ALL] GucciB0i: spicy, I like that

"It's fine, yo, I muted them, anyway." I whispered to the microphone, to prevent Susy from distracting herself on pointless arguments with some kids. Wrapping my fingers tightly around the mouse, I covered the red light with my palm. The three of the enemy premades started to slowly dip over the edge of the cup of patience, that had already been pretty full.  The last seconds disappeared, and we rushed out of the building, with Reinhardt's shield leading us towards the point we were supposed to capture. I hooked myself at the edge of another house, dragging myself up in a long jump. Seeing the Symmetra's sentry turrets in the scope, I sighed, knowing already that it'd be pretty difficult to get over the arc, and then my point of view disappeared.  "Shit..." I cursed under my breath, waiting for the respawn. The first kill of the game was shining in the corner, as Bunny eliminated my courageous positioning. 

[ALL] Bunny: :) 

"Motherfucker."  Susy cleared out her throat with a loud cough, and before I tried to shut her up, her words pierced my ears: "Calm down, Natalie, you got this."  I nodded, not quite sure of myself, but I did. I truly also didn't feel like losing against a bunch of pricky platinum asses. Susy flew behind the entrance through the arc, destroying the sentry turrets, and losing her Mecha in exchange. Low on health, she jumped behind the corner, meeting up with Reinhardt's half-destroyed shield and Zenyatta's healing orb. I took a deep breath. It was my time to shine. I dediced to not make the same mistake twice. Instead of jumping on a visible place, I slowly looked out from behind one of the slopes, with my rifle scoped into the enemy team. At first, I couldn't quite spot a single thing not hidden behind Orisa's barrier, but then Symmetra made a simple, greedy mistake. I found the weak spot, quickly eliminating one of their major defense mechanism, dying to a bullet of the enemy Widowmaker again, afterwards. 

[ALL] Bunny: nice try :) [ALL] SugaCheonjae: Are you always this annoying? 

The beeping of a movement around the point assured me that I made a great move. Symmetra was down, and after the death recap, their Mercy too. Roadhog's hook wasn't something she could just simply survive. I bit my lip. The only proper problem on their team was Widowmaker, killing our squishy damage dealers without a fuss.  "She's on the rooftop-" I grinned, victoriously, pinning down Bunny's killing spree with a precise headshot. Reinhardt's shield protected us in front of the enemy's D.va ultimate and mister High noon got a bullet back, thanks to Genji's deflection. I got to kill Orisa on low health, before she placed the barrier, as we successfully captured the first point.

[ALL] SugaCheonjae: Everything's alright down there? 

I mocked at the cockiness the enemy Widowmaker showed before, Susy's 'ooooh' giving me the courage I didn't even know I had. 

[ALL] Bunny: you're just lucky

Yeah, of course, I thought to myself, hitting one head after another. Not even three minutes into the end of our timer we'd captured the second point, setting the score to 2:0 for our team.  "Good job, they don't even know what hit 'em."  I loved the enthusiasm in my friend's voice. And she was right - after a bad start, we didn't even let them move from their attack spawn, as Susan's arrow hit every spotted movement, and I finished off the rest. We won, almost effortlessly claiming the clear score. The victory poses triked through my screen and Susy, all proud, screamed, watching the animation of Widowmaker swinging, with my name underneath.

Play of the game SUGACHEONJAE as WIDOWMAKER. 

I quickly recognized the one last seconds before we captured the last point of the objective.  "Now, watch this." I grinned, biting the side of my index finger. TuandonJuan fell first. D.va's mech disappeared in Susy's scattered arrows and I quickly dragged my mouse over, finding Widow's peaking head, shutting down even the Mercy's desperate try to resurrect their last hope. 

[ALL] GucciB0i: GG [ALL] TuandonJuan: I'll find you in another life, unclereyes [ALL] uncleREYES: ;-; [ALL] Bunny: I could really use a hug right now... 

"Tsk..." I snapped. Disrespectful idiot, no wonder he fell to such low elo. We returned back into the menu. "Let me just go grab a coffee, and we can continue," I announced, taking off the headphones, heading to the kitchen. It felt good, really. I'd always liked to prove my skill, especially to such douchebags. 

Returning back to my room, I silently closed the door, placing the cup next to my laptop. What caught my attention were the extra three icons next to ours, and the names shining bright in the groupchat. 

[GROUP] TuandonJuan: howdy [GROUP] GucciB0i: HOW ON EARTH DID YOU TWO GOT ONLY GOLD FROM PLACEMENTS, I DON'T GET IT [GROUP] uncleREYES: its called skill, something you dont have [GROUP] GucciB0i: that doesn't make any sense [GROUP] uncleREYES: jeff hates us [GROUP] GucciB0i: touché [GROUP] uncleREYES: :^) [GROUP] Bunny: what are we waiting for? [GROUP] uncleREYES: coffeegirl [GROUP] GucciB0i: why did I read cowgirl [GROUP] uncleREYES: I almost wrote cowboy tbh [GROUP] TuandonJuan: what do you mean cowboy, im here all the time darlin [GROUP] uncleREYES: >.> [GROUP] uncleREYES: voice? [GROUP] Bunny: I'll pass [GROUP] GucciB0i: YA BOIIIIIIIIIIII [GROUP] TuandonJuan: anything for you

I slammed the M key, muting my microphone, hearing the honest laugh of my bestfriend and two as loud voices. 

TO: uncleREYES: WHAT THE HELL, SUSAN?!  FROM: uncleREYES: come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn he mains mccree i love him  TO: uncleREYES: i'm not playing with the bitchass widow  FROM: uncleREYES: he isnt even talking FROM: uncleREYES: please FROM: uncleREYES: i'll buy you cigs TO: uncleREYES: ...

"Hey, you can start, I'm back." I jumped into their conversation, which madly whirled around the best MCCree skin. TuandonJuan's voice made me chuckle, because he'd just found out that Susy also loved the Lifesaver skin the most.  "Is it the best Widowmaker under the sun?" I sort of cringed at the weird accent of the GucciB0i, but I took the compliment, proudly.  "Well, I'm definitely not Bunny, so it has to be me?" I grinned, as Susy started the quickplay queue, relieved that we weren't going to tryhard, because honestly, I felt like I gave everything skillful I had left in the competive game. However, that didn't mean I was going to be an easy prey to make jokes of, still visibly hurt by the offensive humor from the game before.   "Oh, shit, you're my new best friend," GucciB0i's oddly famous deep voice responded. Susy almost immediately grunted back: "Fuck off, would you? The spot is already taken!"  "I hope the spot of your boyfriend isn't taken, uncleREYES, because I'd definitely want to nominate myself." I choked on the sip of coffee, clapping as soon as I placed the cup back at its spot. "Alright, that was just too fucking smooth," I hissed, shaking my head. I felt utterly happy, because Susan deserved an equally disabled person in her life, to weight off all the bad events from the past. 

FROM: uncleREYES: im FROM: uncleREYES: fucking FROM: uncleREYES: in FROM: uncleREYES: love FROM: uncleREYES: who is that guy TO: uncleREYES: XDDDD idk

"Talking behind our backs, much?" GucciB0i seemed to have ears everywhere.  "Maybe...?" I teasily asked, laughing it off. The silence got quickly filled by TuadonJuan's adoration towards Susy's McHanzo kink. 

It... somehow felt right, yet stupid. Bunny still hadn't spoken and I felt guilty for making fun of him, but the again, he was the same in the competitive. I shrugged it off, mindlessly skipping the songs, finally getting to a slower cover of Adam Levine's Lost Stars from Jungkook.

"Please, don't see, just a boy caught up in dreams and fanta~sies-" I quietly hummed to the rhytm, as we finally joined the Dorado map. I didn't make a big deal about them hearing me sing, because honestly, in the talk of those two it occured to be as effective as hearing of a deaf person. I remained silent for next few seconds, until Jungkook's soft voice reached the refrain.  "Damn, I love that boy." I scoffed. "Who? Who?!" I rolled my eyes for a hunderth time that evening. "Jungkook, who else could I mean?" The only response in suddenly quiet voicechat was careless Susy and her laughing voice. "Girl, you love everyone. You have a pillow with Taehyung's face, Suga in name, Jin on hoodie, you want to rap like Namjoon and dance like Hobi. And now you say you love Jungkook, I'm confused."  "It's not my fault, okay, they are all perfect, shut up!" I whined, covering my blushing face, even though noone could see me, both in the darkness and through the screen.  "Sure, whatever," she chuckled back, paying all of her attention to damage-boosting of TuandonJuan's ass, playing, surprisingly, McCree, again. I picked Ana, thoughtlessly shooting my darts at everything that moved, either reducing or adding up on health. 

The final push seemed to be endless, as we either died or killed during the overtime. Finally finishing charging up my ultimate, I nanoboosed Reaper, who completely cleared out the point of the enemies, scoring a precise teamkill. Briefly realizing it was Bunny, I coughed, trying to somehow sound friendlier than before.

"Good job, bunny boy," I cheered, watching the scenario all over again from his point of view in the play of the game. He seemed to unmute himself, because the icon of him talking showed. I was expecting everything but not what I heard. Listening to the cover of Lost Stars on replay still, I gasped, as Bunny murmured a modest, yet elated: "Thank you very much for your ultimate, Sugasuga." 

For a brief second I couldn't quite believe what I heard.

"Why do you sound exactly like Jungkook?" I said more to myself, than to him, completely amazed by the discovery. "Nah, he doesn't." Susy opposed, visibly still annoyed by his previous behavior.  "I agree, he sounds nothing like the korean dude," TuandonJuan's voice interfered, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "You know BTS?"  I caught him off guard, visibly.  He laughed, embrarassed: "Yeah, my-my little sister won't shut up about them."  I smiled. "That's... well, understandable." 

"Aight, I agree with Sugasuga, though, he has something that makes him sound like Jungkook, but not quit-"  "Can you not compare me to that gaypop shit? Thank you." Bunny's voice went off again, and I scowled. "Did I say something wrong?" 

"Nah, he is... acting like an ass, tonight. You know, periods-" I held back my laughter. Guccib0i was cool, I could give Susy that. "Don't even fucking get me started about the periods, dude," she hissed, and I just legitimately bursted out, together with the others.

[GROUP] Bunny: fuck you too, T

We managed to play a few more games, before we said all the goodnights, and thanks for playing. I turned off the laptop, wiping my eyes, sliding under the cold bedsheets with the phone in my hand. 

forever alone bitch: told you they are not so bad noodle mommy: yeah, BUT im lowkey crushing on Bunny's voice forever alone bitch: wtf noodle mommy: fuck him though, GucciB0i is the S H I T  forever alone bitch: yeah we ship you two noodle mommy: "we"?  forever alone bitch: mark and me noodle mommy: ???? forever alone bitch: last seen a minute ago

Susan was right, though. They didn't seem like bad people. We had some decent laughs and giggles, plus, the GucciB0i turned out to be a pretty huge fanboy of Taehyung. 

Somehow, I couldn't wait for the next night, because that was the time we estabilished as another gaming session. I closed my eyes, hugging Taehyung's stuffed face, with a dorky smile, first time in a while feeling upon satisfied with how the day had ended,

[hazftcor]

Promise #2

Liam:

“Promise me you’ll always stay in control.” You said to your best friend who was also your crush. You were the second person to know he was bitten, after Stiles. Why wouldn’t you know? Scott was your older brother. He had anger issues and was struggling with control. You weren’t a supernatural of any kind, but almost all your friends were some type of supernatural so you got your experience from them. You met him at the boys first Lacrosse practice after Liam transferred. Liam was dominating Scott and Stiles. You laughed at the human-made failures made by them. By the end of the practice, you went up to him and thanked him for making a fool out your brother and his best friend. He introduces himself to you right before Scott and Stiles walk up to him suspiciously, questioning on his good abilities. You defended him which was a shock to your brother, and Liam gave you a hug for getting him away from those two ‘freaks’. That was how the two of you became best friends. 

“Y/n, no need to worry. I can control it over the supermoon.” He tells you before getting a text from his girlfriend Hayden. His smile became a frown. He waved at you sadly before leaving in a hurry. You didn’t really like Hayden, not only because she was dating your crush but that she’s clingy. Liam would always listen to her and ditch you for her. You were a little bit afraid that one day, Hayden’s going to tell Liam to stop being friends with me, and he’ll listen to her. But still, you hoped nothing bad is going to happen even though everything was falling down. You hoped everything would come out right. Man, were you wrong.

You knew your brother was at the library that night of the supermoon. Lydia texted him saying she to meet up at the library. He was a true alpha, he could defend himself. You weren’t worried. Until you got a call from your mom. You were at the store when you find out. You ran out of the store and got on your motorcycle, heading home. When you got there, you harshly open the door and enter Scott’s room.

“Scott Mccall! You better tell me who did this to you so I can beat their ass for hurting you.” Scott looks at your mom.

“Sorry, sweetie. I had to. She’s your sister.” Scott sighs heavily while Melissa gets up to leave the two of you.

“Are you okay, by the way?” You ask, changing your mood from angry to gentle. 

“I’m okay Y/N. The pack... they’re all gone. Liam tried to kill me. Theo almost killed me. I lost them, all of them.”

“Scott...” You sat down on the side of his bed and grabbed his hand. Then you realized what he just said.

“LIAM F*CKING DUNBAR DID THIS TO YOU? I don’t care who he is to me, I’m gonna beat his ass up for killing my brother for a girl. That son of a b*tch.” 

“LANGUAGE!” Your mom yells from downstairs. You angrily got up and headed for the exit.

“Y/n, it was Theo too. He manipulated Liam into killing me so Liam could get alpha status and then Theo would kill Liam so Theo can finally be an alpha. Liam didn’t kill me enough so Theo did the final touch.”

“F*ck that b*tch too. I’m pissed at my best friend. I’m going.” You said.

“Where are you going?”

“To f*ck up Liam Dunbar, and tell him that I hate him.” You told your brother. But you knew for a fact that you could never hate Liam, and so did your brother. Even though Scott called your name a couple of times, begging you to not go, you left anyway. You went straight to Liam’s house. His stepdad opened the door.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you’re here, Liam came home crying and he’s been in his room ever since.” He tells you. You gave him a fake smile before heading to Liam’s room. You knock on his door.

“Go away.” You can hear him say. Instead of following his orders, you barge in. His head snaps up.

“What the hell, Y/n?! I said go away.” He says, quickly wiping his tears away.

“Liam Dunbar, you son of b*tch. I can’t believe you would kill my brother for Hayden!”

“Y/n, i could explain! Hayden was dying! The doctors injected Mercury into her! The only way for her to survive is if Scott bit her!”

“So just because Scott declined your stupid ass request means that you could kill him??” 

“Wanting to save the person you love the most is not a stupid ass request! I was mad and it was the super moon! I didn’t want to lose Hayden! She is my first love! What would you do if the guy you liked was dying?”

“The guy I like doesn’t even like me back! Don’t change the subject Dunbar, you stupid little piece of shit, you broke your f*cking promise!”

“What promise?” You were done with him at that point.

“Do I even mean anything to you? I’m your so-called best friend and you basically forget everything I say to you because you’re so in love with Hayden. You ditch me for her all the time now. I swear that I’m nothing to you. What a great best friend you are!”

“Y/n, i didn’t-”

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I LIKE YOU SO MUCH. I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, YET YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WILL KILL MY BROTHER BECAUSE OF HER. YOU’RE F*CKING MONSTER. F*CK YOU.” You started to cry.

“wait what?”

“Liam Dunbar. From this moment on, you are not my best friend anymore. I hate you, and I never want to see you again. Goodbye.” You ran out of the house, tears falling down your face. You headed home and slammed the door to your room. You cry onto your pillow. You hear a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal Scott.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” You get up and wipe your tears away before shaking your head. He comes and hugs you.

“Shh, everything will be okay.” You cried in his arms until you fell asleep. Scott was curious on what had happened but didn’t ask you as he didn’t want to make you more sad than you already were.

You didn’t go to school for a few weeks. You didn’t want to see him, or anyone in fact. Scott kept you updated on what was happening outside. He told you Theo resurrected Hayden and 3 other chimeras, the day before you were about to go back to school. You kept a emotionless expression when you heard the news but inside you were dying. On your first day back to school, you ignored everyone and went to class. Liam tried to talk to you but when he walked towards you, you would walk the other way. 

That day, the pack was discussing how to figure out the beast’s identity using the charity lacrosse game. After they made their decision to cancel the game, you guys walk out of the library. Liam tries to talk to you, but Scott quickly interrupts him. 

On the night of the lacrosse game, the pack discuses their job. You were to keep everyone safe if the beast attacked. When you guys split up, Stiles secretly told you that Liam broke up with Hayden. You gave him a shrug before heading to the bleachers. 

You watch the boys terribly lose to Devenford Prep again. Kira wasn’t her usual self, and Malia hasn’t finished the wiring. Something was gonna happen, something bad. You felt weird just sitting at the bleachers, not only because you felt like you were useless to the pack but also because Liam kept staring at you whenever he got the chance. You awkwardly smile at him. Suddenly he starts to play hard and scores a few times, catching up to the opposite team. Leading into overtime because of a tie, a sudden squeal from the speakers enters everyone’s ears, which was eventually replaced by a growl. You watch as Liam, with glowing eyes walk towards the growl. You quickly run towards him, hoping you’ll be able to stop him, but it was too late. 

“Liam. Liam, wait!” Stiles yells 

“LIAM!!!!” You scream, as you watch the beast jumping over the bus and attacking Liam. Everyone else started to scream too. You yell for eveyone to get into the school and find a safe hiding place. You run up to Liam.

“Stiles! Help me! Bring him into the school.” The two of support Liam as you guys run into the school and into an empty classroom. The halls were filled with screams from fleeing people. 

“I swear to god, Stiles if you faint, I will kill you myself.” You said once the two of you put Liam on a table and saw the deep scratches.

“I’m okay, I’m fine.” Liam mumbles out.

“No you are not, Liam! You could’ve died out there! What were you thinking?”

“Is it bad?” Liam asks. You shake my head while Stiles nods.

“Stiles!” You glare at him.

“Whatever, How do we fix him?” Stiles asks. 

“Pain! Maybe we could trigger the pain since pain makes them human.”

“I mean he’s already in pain?” Liam groans in pain.

“Okay I don’t know! Why can’t you think of anything?”

“Because there is blood all over him, there’s screaming in the hallways and a bunch of people are probably dead by now.” 

(a/n: this took me forever to think of a solution to heal liam. It sucks though)

“ugh such a negative nancy. I think we should bring him to my mom or Deaton. If only one of us was a werewolf.” Stiles nods. You hear roaring outside and you decide to go out the window. It was a struggle to get Liam out and to the animal clinic.

“Deaton? Are you here? We have an injured Liam!” Deaton appears and quickly we put Liam onto the table. Deaton does a bunch of observing and asks Stiles some questions. Your phone vibrated. You checked it out. Malia texted you.

Mals: It’s chaos here, I called Braeden to help, you better be safe:)

You: yikes okay, I’m out safe, Liam got injured bcs he think hes so strong that he can hurt a beast lol

Mals: lmao good, if he gets better, come back.

You: gotcha :)

You look up from your phone. Deaton is looking for something. Deaton finds it and puts it in a needle, stabbing it into Liam. Liam shoots up from the table, transformed, and roars very loud. You run up to him, ignoring the ringing in your ears and grab his hand.

“Liam?” You say, but you get no answer. You start to repeatedly say his name. 

“Liam wake up! No don’t go, I miss you, and I need you. Please don’t go. Wake up! You promised me that we’ll go to London together someday! You can’t break promises! Liam, please wake up, I need you with me. What am I supposed to do without you? Liam... please... I’m sorry, I don’t hate you anymore. I just want you to wake up Liam Dunbar. Please wake up for me!” You hold his hand so tightly that your hands turn white. A tear slips down your face. 

“I get it! Are you just doing this so I can realize how hard it is to lose the one you love the most? Just get up and lemme say I’m sorry! Please Liam, just wake up. I love you.” More tears slip down your face. You feel Liam’s hand grip onto yours.

“I love you too... not as a friend.” He whispers. You carefully lift him up 

“Do you think you can walk?” Stiles asks. Liam gets up and takes a few steps forward. He nods. “Great now lets go help everyone else! I swear to god Liam if you get injured again, I’m not helping you.” You roll your eyes, You say goodbye to Deaton and the three of you head back to the school. By the time you guys get there, there is the sound of gunshots which meant that Braeden made it. You guys quicken your speed and head to the library. 

“You didn't seriously think you were gonna have a chance against that thing, did you?” Braeden was asking Scott when you got there. 

“No, but I got its scent.” He says, struggling to get up. You run up to him.

“Scotty, are you okay? And don’t worry, I’m okay.” He looks you in the eyes and nods. He gets up with the help of you. Then he heads out. You and Liam exchange glances before following him. The two of you follow Scott to the parking lot. Liam kept telling him to slow down. Somehow you weren’t as worried about him than Liam. Scott makes it to a car, Mason’s to be specific and opens the trunk. Inside reveled two shoes, and one of them was bloody. You gasp as Scott closes the trunk. Mason saw us.

“It’s you...” Scott says.

“What? Liam, What does he mean?” He backs up a bit and Corey suddenly appears, He takes Mason and they both turn invisible. Scott yelled out no but it was too late. They were gone.

“I think we should get a good night rest, Scott. You need to heal, Liam needs to heal. Let’s go home.” Scott sadly nodded and the three of you went back to school to meet up with the rest of the gang.

That night, the pack stayed over at your house. While Kira and Scott were in the bedroom doing who knows what, Stiles, Malia and Braeden were discussing about the desert wolf. During all of that, you and Liam sat in your bedroom in silence. Until Liam spoke up.

“Um well about what we said earlier...”

“What about it?” You ask.

“Did you really mean it?” You blush. 

“I mean, kinda? I don’t know.” Liam walks over to your position on the bed and kneels down so your eyes are at the same level.

“Because I meant it.” He stares deeply into your eyes. You avoid his eyes but his hands make it up to your face and he turns it so you are facing him again. 

“I love you Y/n, I didn’t know that until I lost you. You’re not just my best friend y/n, you’re the love of my life. And I was stupid to break your heart. At school, you ignoring me pains me, Because I can’t stand a day without talking to you. I love you Y/n, I love you so so much and I hope you still would take me back and love me again, but this time more than just friends.” 

“I can’t love you after what you’ve done to my family.” You said as confident as you could. He smirks

“You’re lying. Did you forget I can listen to your heartbeat?” You frown.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” 

“Hate you”

“Love me” You shake you head.

“Only if you deserve it.”

“Did you see me risk my life out there?”

“I know! How could you do such thing? I was so worried about you!”

“Are you saying you love me?” You shake your head. Suddenly, warm lips comes into contact with yours. Consciously, you kiss back. When you let go, he smirks while you blush madly.

“How about now? Do you love me yet?” You smile widely.

“You’re so desperate, What a loser.” He laughs

“Well I can be your loser.” He says before you kiss him again. And some things lead to the next. That night, you lost your virginity to your best friend and first love, Liam Dunbar.

From then on, you and Liam were the power couple. That was all you wanted. To be with your best friend. You were safe, he was safe, everyone was safe. You were his anchor and he will always be yours. Liam Dunbar will always be the love of your life.

Theo:

“Promise me you’ll change for the better.” You said to your secret boyfriend, Theo Raeken. You weren’t suppose to even talk to each other because your best friends, Stiles and Scott didn’t allow it. Of course you didn’t listen. You fell in love with Theo and the two of you became close. That night Theo opened up to you about killing his sister and working for the dread doctors. You didn’t mind, but you didn’t want him to continue on with being evil. 

“I promise babe. I’ll be a better person for you.” He smiles and kisses your forehead. You cuddle with him on the bed, slowly falling asleep. Little did you know Theo still had some things he kept away from you, and little did he know that he was slowly falling in love with you.

That was the promise he made. But when you saw Theo’s claws in Scott’s body, your heart broke into pieces. 

“T-Theo?” You call out, tears threatened to fall down your face. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Theo looked at you with evil in his eyes, but when he saw your tears, his facial expression softened and he let go of Scott.

“Y/N. I could explain.” He takes a few steps towards you.

“What is there to explain? That you manipulated me? That you lied to me? That you broke your promise? You killed my best friend for power, because you’re so power-hungry. I get it, you were just using me to get to the pack. I was just being a stupid naive girl who was just so desperate for someone to love her.”

“Y/n, no, I’m sorry. Babe. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Well you already did. Theo, you’re a monster. I hate you.” Tears slip out of your eyes. Theo walks sadly past you. Melissa arrives and does CPR on Scott. Mason, the only other person there that witnessed that, came up to me. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He embraces you and you cry. Through your sobs, you hear Scott roar. He was alive, but you were broken.

After that, you saw a totally different Theo than the one you fell in love with with. You watched him form his own pack and kill half of them. You watched him attempt to save Lydia from the Eichen House. You watched him try to take the power of the beast, but miserably failed. The heartbreaking thing was whenever he saw you, he would pretend he didn’t know you and never loved you.  The worst part, was seeing him get dragged down to hell by his sister, and not being able to help. He kept calling your name, calling for you to help him, but Scott stopped you from doing so. It was a painful moment to watch.

Three months later, the pack was dealing with the wild hunt. They took Stiles already. Scott, Lydia, and Malia has gone to Canaan for clues on how to find Stiles. You didn’t want to go. You haven’t been active in the pack as much as you did before. Liam and his small pack always came over. Sometimes Brett would come with them too, even though Corey and Liam hated that. But ever since Stiles was gone, they were too busy to come over. Until that night, when Scott, Malia and Lydia came back from Canaan, Scott called you.

“Y/n? Oh hey y/n. I’m pretty sure what I’m doing isn’t a good idea but i need you to come to my place. There’s something here that you might want to see.” Scott states before hanging up. You sighed as you got dressed and headed to Scott’s.

You opened the door using the spare key someone gave you (a/n its stiles) But you couldn’t remember who. When you looked, Malia punching a familiar looking guy. You couldn’t make out who he was but when Malia was pulled away from him and he sat up, your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe it. It was him, the guy you fell in love with. He looked up at you.

“y/n?” he whispers. Scott takes a few steps toward you, but your head was spinning and you couldn’t hear or see clearly.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” A concerned Scott asks, holding onto you to keep you balanced. Once everything stops spinning, you look at Scott and blink a few times.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m, I’m just gonna go.” You said, walking quickly out of the house. You knew Scott was following you. 

“Y/n? Listen, if you’re not okay, you can always tell me.”

“I’m sorry Scott. It’s just... everything happened so fast. One minute I love him and the next I hate him.” You sigh in defeat

“Y/n...”

“It’s like all those memories i tried to forget came rushing back. He killed you Scott. He tried to kill my best friend, the person who means the most to me. You’re aren’t just my best friend Scott, you’re my brother. I don’t remember much about Stiles, but I know you guys were like brothers too. Theo tried to take you away from us. You’re someone special in my life. Not only do you protect me, but you care for me and love me, way more than Theo ever did. But the funny thing is, after all that he has done, I still manage to love him.” A few tears slide down your face. Scott embraces you in a tight hug.

“It’s okay Y/n. I will always forgive you. Even if you choose to be with him, I’ll understand, because you’re like my sister, and I love you. Everything is gonna be alright. Everything will work out just right, just wait.” You manage to laugh. The two of you walk around the streets for a while.

“Who and why did they bring him back anyway?” You ask as Scott was walking you home.

“Liam did. With Kira’s sword. He thought Theo would still have his powers to help us capture a ghost rider, but turns out he doesn't have it anymore. I guess the only reason on why we’re keeping him right now is because he remembers Stiles.” You nod. You reach your place.

“Thanks Scott.” You said. He smiles and kisses you on the forehead before walking away. 

The ghost riders have taken almost everyone. Scott, Malia, and Lydia have gone to trigger memories of Stiles. You didn’t go with them as you weren’t really in the mood. You wanted to stay home all night but Liam told you it wasn’t safe and that you should come with him to distract the Ghost Riders. Reluctantly, you agreed. And now you are stuck in the hospital with Liam and Theo.

“I don’t even know why I agreed, Liam. I’m only human. I have no supernatural powers. I can die Liam. I don’t even know what I was thinking.” You complained while walking into the hospital with the two boys. Theo pauses for a bit, looking at the main hallway. 

“Theo?” You asked, concerned. He quickly snaps out of it.

“I’m fine. I just thought I was somewhere else for a second.” He told us before we started walking again. Liam suggested that you guys hide in the morgue, which was a ridiculously stupid idea. When you reached the morgue, Theo and Liam instantly started arguing.

“You should've left me in the holding cell.” Theo complained

“I should've left you in the ground.” Liam retaliated

“Oh, really?” 

“Yeah. Really.”

“What do you think I was doing down there? Just hanging out with my dead sister? Having a good time catching up on childhood memories?” Your eyes snap up at Theo, confused.

“I think you were rotting down there.”

“Liam finally gets one thing right.” Your heart broke when you heard him agree to Liam. You realized his sister was torturing him down there, getting revenge on him for taking her heart and killing her. 

“I also think whatever happened to you, you deserved it.” You had enough at that point.

“Liam! Shut up! You’re being rude!” You defended Theo and the two boys just looked at you in awe. You didn’t dare look into their eyes and instead you focused on the sound of the siren until it suddenly stopped. 

“Guys, They’re here.” You hear the sound of footsteps. 

“Y/N, stay here.” Liam and Theo bring out their claws before attacking the nearby ghost rider. From the window, you watched them fight. Once they finished fighting all the ghost riders nearby, they were about to fist bump when they looked down the hall at something. You took a peek and saw more ghost riders. Theo runs to the elevator and presses the button while Liam shows his fangs. When the elevator door opens, Theo pushes Liam into it.

“What are you doing?” You hear Liam ask. 

“Being the bait.” He smirks before the elevator door closes. You hear Liam yell out “No!”

You decided to stay in a corner of the morgue. While you hear Theo fighting, you think of how he’s risking his life for Liam instead of fleeing himself and leaving him for dead. There was a gunshot which startled you. You got up to check it out. When you entered the hallway, there was no one. 

“Theo?” The elevator door pushes open and reveals Liam. 

“Y/N! You’re okay!” He runs up to hug you. The two of you let go and head to the reception area, where Liam sees a train station departure board. The first city name flips for a bit until it lands on Beacon Hills. Tracks have appeared on the floor. “We have to tell Scott!” Liam looks at you.

“But what about Theo?” You ask. You were really worried about Theo

“Nobody cares about him, let’s just go. He’ll be fine.” Liam says pulling your arm to the exit.

“No! Liam, you know how much I love him. I need to find him, I need to see if he’s okay. Please Liam. Let me find him.” You tell him. He looks deep into your eyes, and nods reluctantly. 

“Stay safe.” He adds. You immediately perk up and kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you! I’ll meet up with you later!” You wave goodbye before running into the empty hallways of the hospital. 

“Theo! Theo!! Where are you? Please tell me you’re okay. Theo!!” Turning the corner, you hear some whimper. 

“Theo? Theo! Is that you? Theo!” You shout. You follow the source of the sound and end up back in the morgue. You see Theo curled up in a corner. He was slightly injured and dirty. From his facial expression, he was terrified. 

“Theo! Theo! You’re alive!” You run up to him, making him flinch and curl up tighter. 

“Please stop, I’m sorry.” You hear him mumble.

“Theo, It’s me, Y/n!” You softly touch him but he flinches and looks you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry! please stop! I get it, You’re mad at me but please stop it hurts, please stop. I’m-” You cut him off my kissing him. When you let go, Theo was finally not terrified.

“Why’d you do that?” He asks.

“Because I love you. And never do I want you to be hurt.” He faintly smiles. You take hold of his hands. “What you did with the ghost riders was really brave of you. I actually couldn’t believe you did it.”

“I promised someone that I’ll change for the better. I might of broke it already but I wanted to make it up to her.” You smile.

“Why?”

“Because I love you. And I never wanted to lose you.” He caresses your cheek before kissing you. “Would you mind being mine again? I’ll promise that I’ll be better. All for you.” Instead of answering, you kissed him. At the moment, you knew he has changed. He held you in his arms tightly and you felt safe. You were finally back in the arms of your first love, and you’ll always love Theo Raeken, for as long as you live.

Brett:

“Promise me you’ll be fine without me by your side.” You told your secret boyfriend, Brett, in an empty classroom of Beacon HIlls high school. He was a secret because your brother hated him and you didn’t want him upset.

“It will be hard, but I’ll try. For you.” He says. You kiss him. You hear the door open and you quickly pull apart. You see Liam come you way. Liam punches Brett in the face.

“Stay away from my sister!” He yells before grabbing your arm and walking out of the room. You looked back with a worried face and Brett smiled at you for reassurance. Liam takes you to his car.

“What the hell were you doing with him??” I roll my eyes.

“Why don’t you like him?” I ask

“It doesn’t matter.  I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you but-”

“We’re dating.” You said interrupting him. His eyes widen.

“Y/n Dunbar! I told you how much I hate him and yet you still interact with him. As your older brother, I demand you to stop seeing him.”

“You’re not the boss of me! You can’t demand me to stop seeing him! I love him!”

“I don’t care! It’s either you break up with him or I break up with him for you.”

“That’s not fair! Why do I always have to listen to what you say? I’m only 30 seconds younger than you!”

“Yes and that makes me the older brother! Y/n, listen to me, break up with him. He’s not what you think he is.”

“Stop trying to break us apart! You’re such a selfish person. All you care about is yourself. But what about me? Just because you and Brett had some mishaps back at Devenford doesn’t mean that I can’t date him.”

“Y/N!”

I don’t care, I’m not breaking up with him. And you can’t make me.” A sudden sharp pain hits your face. Liam had slapped you. 

“I f*cking hate you.” you told him before running away. Your legs took you to the woods, away from everyone. Your phone rings. It was from Brett. You decline the call and text him instead.

You: I’m sorry to do this but I have to break up with you.

Bae: It’s okay, I understand. I’ll always wait for you.

// You changed Bae’s name to Brett \\

You: Thanks for understanding. 

Brett: No problem. Remember I love you

You: I love you too. Goodbye :(

You turn off your phone and walk to the woods. A bit of rustling is heard from behind you, causing you to turn around. A wolf jumps out of nowhere. The wolf then transforms into a human male, who goes by the name Theo Raeken.

“Hello, y/n, fancy seeing you here.”

“what are you gonna do to me? He chuckles.

“Look y/n, I might have done bad things in the past, that doesn’t mean i’m gonna kidnap you or rape you of some sort. Just wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“You’re joking right? Raeken has a heart?” He laughs.

“yes but only to pretty girls like you.” He flirted. You blush. 

“Well you’re showing me a lot right now and I am very uncomfortable so I’m just gonna go.” You say before heading in another direction. Theo grabs your arm and turns you around. Somehow he has put on clothes.

“C’mon Dunbar, just tell me if you’re okay. I saw your brother yelling at you.”

“It’s nothing...” You say, avoiding his gaze.

“Y/n?” Tears start to fall out of your eyes.

“My brother hates my boyfriend and is forcing me to break up with him. I didn’t want to, but he kept on insisting so I told him that he can’t tell me what to do and then he slapped me.” You blurted out. “I feel like Liam is trying to take my first love away from me.” You put your hands on your face and sob in them until warmth fills your body. Theo Raeken had just hugged you.

From then on, You and Theo were best friends. He would always take you to your classes, flirt with you, and become protective whenever Liam comes near you as Liam hurted you. Even with him, you weren’t as happy as before. Theo knew that. But he didn’t say anything about it. Theo was always around at your house. Your parents loved him; Liam, not so much. After all Theo had done to the pack, Liam, along with Stiles, never trusted him and always gave him a glare when he was around. Theo told you all his plans about taking the beast’s power. But he never got you involved, and you never told anyone else about his plans. Until the day came.

It all happened so quickly.

“Your sister wants to see you.” Thunder Kitsune Kira said, shoving her sword onto the floor. The floor cracked and opened a hole beneath Theo. Tara came out and grabbed onto his feet, pulling him down. 

“Y/N! Y/N!! Help me!!” You stepped forward to help but Liam held you back.

“Theo!” You shouted as he fell down the hole and the hole closed up. Angrily, you pushed Liam away from you.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys. First, you take away Brett, and now Theo! You guys are the greatest friends I ever had. Thanks for trying to make my life miserable.” You yelled at all of them, a few tears sliding down your face.

“Y/n, we did what we had to do. You shouldn’t had even been friends with him.” Scott told you. 

“Well then take my life away. Because I just lost two important people of my life. What is life without them for me? They made me happy, happier than any of you have ever done.” You cried, walking out of the tunnels.

You got home with a wet face. Your parents asked you what’s wrong but you ignored all of them. You head to your room, falling on to your bed. You get out your phone and the first thing you see is Theo in your lockscreen. Angry, you throw your phone across your room and snuggle up with your pillows, falling asleep.

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Help!” you hear someone say. You search for where the voice came from. 

“Y/n!!!!” You hear louder, and you quicken your speed. You find yourself at the tunnels again. Two things were happening at the same time. Brett was tied up and Liam was there in werewolf form with his claws out. He was gonna attack Brett. Theo was getting dragged down to hell. You were stuck; should you save your best friend or the love of your life? You were too slow and both of them disappeared causing you to scream.

“Y/N!!” Liam opens the door to your room to see you screaming. He quickly runs up and hugs you. Tears form in your eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” Liam whispers, kissing your temple. Instead of answering you fall back asleep in his arms. The nightmare stopped coming.

Brett stands in the corner, watching you as you get drunk and dance, a hint of jealousy can be seen from his face as he watches you dance with other boys at the party a few days later. You have been getting quiet lately so Liam brought you to a party. 

“Hey Talbot.” Liam walks towards Brett in the corner.

“Dunbar.” Brett says back. 

“Look, I know we have some mishaps in the past but Y/n has nothing to do with it. I took you away from her, and then I took her best friend away from her. You know, Theo Raeken who got sent to hell. He was the only other person other than you that made her happy. We couldn’t, we just made it worse for her.”

“I’m calling you selfish for the fact that you disapproved with us because of what me and you had. But Theo was an evil guy, you’re not selfish for that. You were only trying to protect her from what he could have done to her.”

“Yes, but the problem is when I see him with her, she’s happy and Theo is so kind to her. He takes her to her classes, hangs out ALL the time at our house, and gets protective when shes hurt. Theo had a heart around her.”

“I understand. But did he touch her in anyway?” Liam shrugs.

“I know he flirts a lot with her, maybe a few kisses on the cheek, hugs. But nothing you need to worry about.” Brett’s jaw clenches but manages to stay calm. 

“Last night, Y/n had a nightmare. She told me when I went to calm her down that she watched you and Theo die and couldn’t do anything about it. She didn’t know who to save. The worse part was that I was there too, about to kill you. She’s been having the nightmare lately, and she’s been crying a lot.”

“So what are you trying to say?”

“I want my sister to be happy again. So I am allowing you, Brett Talbot, to date my sister, Y/n Dunbar, once again. But I swear to god if you hurt her, I will deal with you myself along with Scott.” Liam says to him, putting out his hand.

“Deal.” Brett smiles and shakes Liam’s hand before heading into you.

“Y/n, can I talk to you? Or are you too drunk to process anything?” You look at him in the eyes and your eyes sparkle with joy. You nod and the two of you head out to the back.

“I see you’re doing well.” You say once you get out of the place. 

“Well, I promise a girl that I will do fine without her. So here I am, somehow surviving without you.” He smiles. You smile back.

“So what did you want to tell me?”

“Your brother, Liam had just allowed us to date again.” You widen your eyes for a second.

“Because he thinks he was a bit selfish and he wants you to be happy.” You smile. “He told me that you’ve been crying a lot lately and having the same nightmare every night. It hurts him to see you like that so now he has set aside our differences to allow me to date you. My question is: would you like to go out with me?”

“In that case, I do.” You say hugging him. tightly.

Finally, you were happy. The nightmare stopped coming but every once in a while you get a nightmare about Theo. But, with Brett, he makes you happy. You weren’t fully happy, but you were happy. You were with the love of your life. Everything has changed.

“Now, tell me y/n. How many times have you and that Theo guy kissed?”

Well not exactly everything.

Bonus Part for Brett’s section

You were in the tunnels once again. 3 months ago, you watched you best friend get dragged to hell here. You miss him a heck of a lot and you still have him on your lock screen even with your boyfriend’s protests. Liam and Hayden have brought you with them to the tunnels again without telling you what they were doing. What you were more worried about were the ghost riders taking you away.

Mrs.Yukimura is at the end of the tunnel, holding Kira’s sword. Liam and Mrs.Yukimura exchange words, but you didn’t focus in on their conversation. All you really want was to get out of here and go home. Mrs.Yukimura leaves and you see that Liam now has the sword. He takes a few steps, and hesitates for a bit.

“Liam wait!” Hayden calls out, just as Liam shoved the sword into the ground. The floor cracks and opens up a hole. A figure crawls out in beta werewolf form. He growls and attacks Liam, pinning him to the wall. You stand in shock because not only did Liam open up a hole, he brought back Theo.

“Where's my sister?"

"Your sister’s dead. She died a long time ago. You killed her remember.” Theo growls, eyes still glowing amber. You were too shook to speak at the moment. 

“I’m gonna kill you, too. I’m gonna kill all of you.”

“Hopefully not me, because I've done nothing bad to you.” You finally had found enough confidence to speak up. Theo turns his head towards you. HIs eyes stop glowing.

“Y/n!” He shouts happily. You happily smile back.

“Hey hey, hey. You know what this does? if you look at her like that again, I will use this again.” Liam gestures to the sword he was holding.

“Don’t!” You say quickly. You walk in front of Theo.

“Nobody is allowed to separate me and Theo or Brett ever again.” You say, glaring at your brother, who looks down ashamed. 

After that, Liam and Hayden explained what they wanted from Theo. They tried it out but unfortunately Theo had no more powers. Again Liam, Hayden and Mr. Douglas, who you were very suspicious of, wanted him to go back down. But you defended Theo again.

“Whoa, hold on, who’s making decisions around here? Where’s Scott? Where’s Stiles?” Everyone looks at Theo.

“You remember Stiles?”

“Why wouldn’t I remember Stiles?”

“Maybe he is useful after all.” Liam says. I mouth to him ‘told ya’, and he shakes his head.

“I’m allowing you to stay here, not only because you remember Stiles, but because you were the other person who made my sister happy.” He says. I happily jump up and down before running to hug my brother.

“Oh my god, I love you so much!” You say and Liam chuckle. 

“Love you too.” He says hugging back. 

After the two of you finish hugging, Theo explains everything he knows about the wild hunt. He also told us that he knows something about Mr. Douglas, making you fist bump him for thinking alike. Then you guys head home, with you and Theo talking non-stop, making Liam have a headache. 

“Malia! Stop punching him!” You yelled, pulling her off of Theo .

“T, are you okay?”  He nods. But you knew he was lying. 

“It’s okay princess, i’m fine.” He flirted.You smiled a blushed at the name he called you. You missed him calling you that.

While you tended Theo’s injuries, Scott, Liam and Malia argued about if they should put him back.

“He’s going back to the ground.”

“He remembers Stiles.”

“Scott remembers Stiles. Lydia and I remember Stiles.”

“C’mon guys, let’s not think about the past, but the present. He completely remembers Stiles and he knows a lot about the wild hunt. He can be useful. Plus think about Y/n! Remember how broken she was when we sent Theo to hell? How she didn't talk to any of us for an entire week? Do you guys want her to be like that again? He’s also my responsibility now, I have the sword.” The trio looks at you, who was busy cleaning off the blood on Theo’s face.

“Tell me if i’m wrong, but look how happy she is. She’s extra happy now.” Scott nods. The door opens and in comes Brett. The smell of jealousy quickly fills the room as Brett clears his throat. You turn around and smile.

“hey babe.” You turn you attention to the trio for a second. “If you guys are done arguing, I would like to formally introduce my boyfriend to my bestfriend.” You say rolling your eyes before, going to help Theo up. 

“Okay. Brett, this is Theo. My best friend who just got back from hell. And Theo, this is Brett, my boyfriend.” The two boys star at each other for a while before shaking hands and saying hello. 

“I reckon that you know that me and Y/n are dating, so I hope you won’t steal her away.”

“I won’t have to do so unless you hurt my princess.” You smile. Brett narrows his eyes at the two of you.

“yes, and if any of you hurt my little sister, then I'll have do some bad bad things to you.” Liam intervenes

You smile at their protectiveness. Finally you were 100% happy. Living a happy life with your pack, boyfriend, brother and best friend. Life was good now and you loved it.

xxxxx

second imagine!!! yaay!! Hope y’all like it. Requests are open and I also have prompts. :) I added a bonus to brett’s because I truly believe that reader deserves 110% happiness which means bringing her bff back.

also this blog is now theo raeken and liam dunbar stan, 85% of my posts will be about them. 14% teen wolf, 1% other. so most of the unrequested imagines will be about one of them :)

BRett TALbot DEServed f*cKIng BETter I’m SUing

lots of love x