#even if someone tells me calmly I instantly go into a full on spiral and self-hatey

[sashasluggo]

I wish I wasn't so fragile

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

If You Flinched Away From Their Touch

Dream SMP x Fem! Reader

Here’s some more angst lol

I’m definitely doing more Dream SMP stuff now that it’s ‘ended’ so if you have any requests just comment or message me! ^^

I’ll do prefrences, imagines, oneshots, fluff, SFW, angst and NSFW (not for The Dream SMP tho, only for other fandoms lol. NSFW in the MCYT community is genuinely weird-).

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                                   DREAM

Clay stared down at you with trembling green eyes, his hand that was about to cup your cheek was still held up and shaking a little. 

His mask was pushed to the side of his head so he would be able to kiss you, but you had actually flinched away from him. Like, properly flinched away like you were afraid of him. The more he looked into your nervous eyes, he finally realised.

Eyes darkening, he gritted his teeth and brought his hand to his side,” Who was it.” It was more of a demand than a question.

You panicked at his angered tone and how his hands clenched,” N-no! It’s fine! You just surprised me--”

“[Y/N].” 

His tone shut you up, your eyes burning a little. He looked hurt and most of all, concerned,”... Just tell me who. Please...” 

You gulped and told him, his dark eyes lighting up ever so slightly at your cooperation.” Thank you...” He then reached down and gripped your hand tightly within his own, squeezing it reassuringly.

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                       GEORGENOTFOUND

His eyes wide with concern, George instantly took his hand from your cheek when he saw you flinch. It hurt him... Where you scared of him?

“ [Y/N]... A-are you alright? Are you-....” He paused, gulping down the tight lump in his throat,”... Are you afraid of me?” He whispered, it was barely audible but you heard him clearly.

You instantly denied his claim, grabbing both of his hands within your own,” George you could never scare me... It’s just... The last relationship I had wasn’t.. the best, lets just say.” You explained it horribly but your boyfriend seemed to get the gist of it.

The brunette’s hand moved from holding your hand to holding your waist, pulling you into his chest and then wrapping them around you safely and securely, you froze at his warm embrace but found yourself melting in it,” I get it...” He whispered next to your ear,”... I’m sorry. I love you.” He muttered.

You couldn’t stop the loving smile from crossing over your lips,” Yeah... Same here.” 

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                                      SAPNAP

“...babe?” Nick muttered out with a confused look,” Why’d you flinch away? Is everything good?” He was worried now.

You smiled up at him quickly and nodded your head,” Y-yeah! Sorry, you just surprised me a little. I didn’t think you were just gonna hug me outta nowhere!” You laughed out to make it more convincing that you weren’t lying.

Nick knew better than that.

Sighing, he settled his head in the crook of of your neck, holding your arms gently and securely. You looked at him in confusion and you were about to question him, but he interrupted you,” I’m not gonna push anything out of you... but if you need to talk about it, then just talk. Okay?” He whispered to you reassuringly, burrying his face deeper into your neck.

You visibly relaxed and took your arms from his hold gently, moving them around his neck and playing with the back of his hair,”... Okay...”

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                                WILBUR SOOT 

The brunette looked terrified for a moment, afraid he had hurt you whenever he cupped your cheek but then a wave of realisation crossed over his expression. A solemn and monotone look passed over his worried expression, biting his lip due to habit.

“ Who was it, [Y/N]?” He asked calmly, but there was an angered undertone to his voice.” Who hurt you?”

You were silent for a long while, staring deeply into his chocolate-brown eyes that were dangerously dark. Those eyes that you had fallen for the first time you ever saw them. Sighing, your brought a hand up to his cheek and cupped it gently. Standing on your toes, you pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose with a kind smile.” Who cares who hurt me before? I’m with you, and I could never be more safer than I am when I am in your arms.”

He was surprised for a moment before his tense shoulders relaxed, and a smile twitched onto his lips.” Fair enough.” He muttered, giving into you.

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                                       ERET

Pulling you into a deep kiss, Eret’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and anxiousness. You had just flinched away from him when he tried to hug you. You were afraid of something.

He pulled away, staring down at you with stern eyes,”... Who was it and did they hurt you.” He demanded a response, he was just being a concerned significant other but his deep voice cracked a little when he spoke those words, he was silently panicking on the inside.

Shaking your head a little,” I don’t... please, can we not talk about it?... I didn’t mean to flinch away, I just need to get used to it. Give me some time.” You pulled him down a little and pecked his lips lovingly,” Just give me some time...”

Silent for a moment, he nodded.” I’ll wait.” 

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                              TECHNOBLADE 

“ Who the hell was it.” 

His words were like venom as his red eyes glowed with malice and killing intent. Whoever had hurt you, he was going to find them and torture them until they wished they had never even met you before him-

His thoughts stopped spiraling as soon as he felt arms wrap around his waist, watching as you buried your face into his chest, shaking your head a little.” I-I’m sorry for flinching away, but please, when I tell you who it was... You need to promise me that you won’t go and hurt them.” The girl mumbled into his chest, her voice muffled by his clothing.

His lip twitched a little but he brushed it off,” Yes.”

“ Yes what?”

“ I promise.”

You looked up at him with narrowed eyes, watching as his eyes narrowed in return. ”Lair.”

“HEH? I’m not lying!! All I was gonna do is introduce them to my axe of peace, that’s all-”

“This is why I’m not gonna tell you, Techno.”

“ Eh, I’ll find out sooner or later anyways.”

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                                    JSCHLATT

Schlatt breathed in a little, closing his eyes to calm himself down.’ Why the fuck did she flinch away from me, I swear to fuck if someone hurt her I’ll fuck em up-’

“ Sch-schlatt?” You stuttered out, concerned at the fact he was staying silent.” What’s up?...”

He coughed a little and opened his eyes, narrowing them a little as he looked down at you,” Look- I love you [Y/N] but who the fuck hurt you.” He spat like an angered snake.

You gulped a little,” Hey now- whatever your thinking...” You trailed off, not even able to defend yourself.

Scoffing, Schlatt settled a strong yet reassuring hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as a way to reassure you. He was never one for comforting others face-to-face even though he was so good at it. 

Breathing a  little before he spoke with a softer tone than before,” [Y/N].... Tell me who the fuck hurt you.” Although his words were threatening, his calm voice made [Y/N] give into him. He could only smile a little at her submissive nature and bring her into a tight hug.

There was a long silence.

”I’m getting my glock 17.”

“ Schlatt, nO-”

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                                     QUACKITY

He gritted his teeth a little as thoughts ran through his head, different scenarios of what you had to go through consuming his mind. The panic in his eyes were clear, the darker they got.

You stepped closer to him and cupped his face in both of your hands, bringing his face closer to yours. He was surprised for a moment before you pressed your forehead against his. Looking into your serene and calm orbs, he felt at peace again, his thoughts moving to the back of his mind.

“You need to stop thinking for a bit, okay?” You whispered to him reassuringly, he was silent as he just listened to you speak, feeling his anxiety slowly disappear,” I’m safe now. I’m safe and I’m with you... So calm the fuck down.”

Laughing at how out-of-character the last sentence you said was, Alex shook his head a little,” Alright, alright...” He muttered, a slight grin on his lips,” Whatever happened to you... if you wanna talk about it at all, come to me.” He reassured her, placing his hands on hers.

Snorting at his sentence, you gave him a cheeky grin,” Who else would I go to?? Sapnap?” 

“ Yeah, no me gusta-”

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                                       NIHACHU

As soon as you flinched from her hug, she instantly pulled away with a conflicted look. Her eyes full of hurt before realisation washed over them.”... What happened?” She whispered with a concerned expression.

You panicked and settled your hands on her shoulders quickly, a nervous grin on your lips,” D-don’t worry about it, Niki! You just caught me off guard-” You stopped talking as soon as her soft hand settled upon your cheek, caressing it gently with her thumb.

A soft smile crossed over her lips as she shook her head lightly,” You don’t need to hide things from me, [Y/N]... Just talk to me, I can help you.” She reassured, her smile widening further.

You stared at her for a long moment before sighing and leaning into her touch, nodding ever so slightly,” Yeah... yeah, okay...” 

[bleachhaven]

Soutaicho’s Secret Admirer (Shunsui x Reader) - Part 1/6

This is a little something that was floating around in my head. This is the 1st of a 2-part series. Let me know your thoughts! :)

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It wasn't like how it was back in the 8th. Not anymore. Back then, his overindulgence of sake the night before meant sleeping late into the afternoon till Nanao-chan deemed it necessary to come find him. 

Last night, he'd spent a bit of time with Ukitake, toasting his life with just a cup of sake. It had meant to be just one cup but toasting his best friend's life in front of his memorial slowly spiraled into a full-on imbibing session to forget the reality.

And now, here he was, in his office way before he wanted to be, keeping his eye open by force. Being the Soutaicho took a lot out of him. Especially his sleep. Not to mention his peace of mind.

At least he had Nanao-chan.

"Taichou," she called out to him, softer than usual. She didn't hesitate when needed to snap him out of his laziness with a strategic slap from her kido text book but she couldn't today. Not when she knew where he'd been last night. 

They never really spoke of it but Ukitake-Taichou's death had hit him hard. Now, even ten years or so later, the pain was yet to lessen. She thought it was understandable and perfectly reasonable. You couldn't stop missing someone who'd been by your side for over a millennia in the matter of decades. So she tried to be softer on him when she could.

"Hmm," he murmured startled out of his own company.

"You're here early."

The shock in her voice made him give her a lazy impertinent smile. "Or I never left."

She shook her head in disapproval but said no more. Instead, she laid out the mail and some paperwork in front of him before settling down at her own desk to see what was on their agenda for the day.

Most of it were fund requests and what not from divisions for certain projects. There were some formal correspondence addressed to the 1st Division. Among it all was one envelope that caught his eye. For one, it was far too fancy to be just another Squad related missive. It was also addressed to him too casually - "Kyouraku Shunsui" written in an elegant feminine hand with no mention of his title or division in sight. He suspected it to be a hand delivered invitation of some sort so he opened it first.

The contents left his mouth opened in awe.

Dear Shunsui-kun,

Even if I lived a million lives, and felt a million things, I still would've fallen a million times for you.

I wish I could forget the distance that lies between us and truly tell you what's in my heart but...

You are you and I am me, and I don't know how it all could ever be.

So let me leave my love for you confined to these words and hope some day this distance won't matter.

That love alone would be enough.

Until then,

With much love,

Your secret admirer.

Nanao glanced up at him. Noticing his strange expression, she almost laughed but her professionalism made her bite it back. "What is it?" she asked calmly.

Startled, he held the paper he was reading to his chest, as if trying to hide its contents. "Nothing!" he told her.

Nanao narrowed her eyes at him, knowing very well that it was not in fact nothing. But she didn't push further. He seemed excited for some reason, and despite her curiosity, she was reluctant to burst that bubble. She hadn't seen her Taichou excited - genuinely truly excited - for anything in so long. Not since the Quincy war. He'd lost so much in one single war - his eye, his father figure, his best friend, and his freedom to name just a few. It was a rarity to see him with that mischievous glint in his eye so she let it go.

He stuffed the missive inside the inner pocket of his haori that was usually reserved for sneaking in sake to unacceptable places. "So, how do you want to torture me today, Nanao-chan?" he asked.

She took a pile of forms and dumped them on his desk. "Sign these, Taichou, and I might let you out for lunch."

"Lunch?" He glanced at the pile in front of him in mock-despair. "It's barely 8 in the morning! You are mean, Nanao-chan," he whined.

She ignored him mostly, and concentrated on her own work while he whined on and off. They were used to this dynamic. It felt familiar in a world full of responsibilities and burdens.

As Shunsui mindlessly lazed over the paperwork, his thoughts kept drifting to the letter he had received. Even though he'd only read it once, he could remember it word to word. And he kept wondering who it could be - this secret admirer. 

The letter smelled of lemon and books. The script elegant and neat. Definitely a woman. He was certain of it. But as much as he thought of it, he couldn't come to a clear conclusion who it could be.

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The next one came a few days later - almost a week had gone by. It was left on the window sill he usually napped on when he could and was the first thing he saw the moment he arrived back from lunch seeking his favorite nap spot to take in some afternoon sun. 

Nanao was scribbling away at something at her own desk, oblivious to his shock and dilemma. He quickly walked up to it and opened it as quickly as he could without tearing it in the haste.

This time, the contents actually made him gasp.

Nanao looked at him with a strange expression on her face, so he quickly schooled his expression to one of normalcy. 

"Taichou?" she inquired.

"Who was in the office after I went to lunch?"

She found his question strange but answered nonetheless. "I was here for a bit, waiting on some paperwork from the 13th. Then I went out to get lunch myself. I got back just a few minutes before you did, actually."

"Was this here when you left?" He held up the letter, now carefully folded once more.

"Uh. I'm not sure. I suppose I didn't notice it. Why? What is it?" she asked.

"Oh nothing. Just wondering...don't mind me," he said, dismissing it casually. Too casually. "I'm going for a walk."

"Taichou, you just got back."

"Well, I'm going again. See you in a bit, Nanao-chan!" he said cheerily, sauntering out before she could stop him.

Once at the tree under which he usually sought his solitude, he settled down and re-read the letter.

Dear Shunsui,

Sometimes, I wish I was the sun, so I may linger upon your skin. 

I wish I was the sake you sip, so I may kiss upon your lips, with none the wiser to our love. 

To let my body drown in yours under the moonlight, to love you endlessly in anyway you'd let me.

I yearn for you. You could never know just how much I wish you were truly mine, nor how much I wish I was forever yours.

Love,

Your secret admirer.

Unlike the one before, this was more serious and sensual. His secret admirer was attempting to seduce him with her words. 

It was working, he realized, as his mind instantly went to thinking of slow lovemaking under the moonlit sky on a crisp summer night. Perhaps under this very tree, away from prying eyes. The thought had him adjusting his hakama unconsciously as his body responded.

Who was she? he asked himself, uselessly. And he vowed to himself that he would find her out. But in the meantime, he decided to enjoy being romanced and seduced by an ardent admirer.

After all, it wasn’t every day that Soutaicho got sensual love letters...

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Part 2

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Moonlight 

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

werewolf!Chan x human!reader ft. the rest of skz and itzy lia, ryujin and yeji - comedy, fluff, Chan is a cute shy softie but also a big strong muscly Alpha

Word Count: 3.5k+

Summary - y/n likes the night shifts at the diner. She rarely gets any customers coming in, so it’s peaceful, and she can even sneak in a nap from time to time. But not tonight. No, probably not best to nap when, in the early hours of the morning, a pack of wolves walk in looking like hell.

Warnings: a little bit of blood, talk of violence, raw bloody meat (never thought that’d be a warning but here we are), I think that’s it but pls let me know if you noticed that I missed something!

a/n: and here is the first instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I really hope you guys enjoy it, and keep an eye out for the following parts in the next few days! this is for you @silverlightprincess​ bc you’re the best proofreader and I love you x

taglist: @kodzu-ken​ @silverlightprincess​

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‘Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?’ Lia asks me, and I laugh, nodding for the fiftieth time. ‘I’ll be totally fine. Just go, pick up your stupid boyfriend,’ I say, and she rolls her eyes, doing up the buttons on her coat. ‘If I have to pick him up from A&E one more time, I’ll be the one sending him there,’ she threatens half-heartedly, my laughter following her out of the back door.

The diner falls silent once the door’s shut, and I turn on the radio, putting it on low so I can hear if any customers enter. It’s highly unlikely for anyone to show up at this hour, but just in case. I roll my neck, tired after working such a long shift, and I check the clock. Just an hour and a half until 5am, when Yeji and Ryujin will show up for a shift change. An hour and a half of time to kill. I decide to get some food cooking, ready for the breakfast rush at 6am – truckers love their early morning waffles and pancakes – and then I sit at the stool behind the till, scrolling through my phone aimlessly.

It's a cold night outside, the windows fogged up and the pitch-black night sky just about visible through them. A pretty crescent moon shines down a pale white light, casting an eerie glow over the surroundings, and there are no cars passing by on the road, meaning I’m completely alone. A text comes through from one of the girls in my friendship group friend, Chaeryeong, asking if I’ve decided what I’m wearing to our friend Jackson’s Halloween party next week – it’s 8 nights away to be exact. Jackson’s Halloween party is always the party of the year, and we’re all so excited for it. It’s a full moon and everything, so we’re hoping it’ll be a little spookier than usual.

The bell at the front door rings out into the quiet, cutting across the generic lofi song playing from the radio and making me look up in surprise. A boy – he can’t be much older than 20 – walks in, his clothes dirty and ripped, his clear skin marked with mud and grass stains. His blond hair, long enough to brush his shoulders, is a tousled and tangled mess, woven with twigs and grass, and he looks tired as hell. He trudges in, not even looking at me, and collapses into the chair closest to him.

My heartrate instantly increases. What on earth is going on? Why has this… kid walked in, at half 3 in the morning, all alone, looking an absolute state? Should I ask him if he’s okay, or leave him to it? I should mind my business, right? Probably best not to talk to someone in that state. He might be some psycho. What if he is a psycho? And this is some ploy to get me to go over to him so he can attack me? Maybe I should phone my boss? Who am I kidding? There’s no way his lazy ass will answer.

The bell ringing for a second time interrupts my spiralling train of thought, and my eyes flit to the door to see another boy walking in, around the same age, and just as messy as the first boy. And another boy follows him in. And another, and another, and anoth-

There are eight of them in total, slumped into chairs around the two tables closest to the door. They all look exhausted, and in absolute states. And then realisation washes over me, making me relax a little. They’re werewolves.

We’ve always had werewolves around here. Two different packs live on opposite sides of town, and their rivalry has meant their identity has never exactly been a secret. This is the first time I’m ever seeing any of them in their human form, though (I’ve seen flashes of wolves running past the house in the middle of the night when it’s a full moon, but never close up) and I’m… surprised. They’re all quite… small. I guess I always expected werewolves to be tall and bulky, but only two of them are really… muscly, and they’re all short.

They’re all completely silent, save for their heavy breathing, and I wonder why they’ve stumbled into the diner to just sit at their tables. ‘Are you gonna just stand there, breathing obnoxiously loudly, or are you gonna take our order?’ one of them calls out tiredly, his back to me meaning the only part of him that I can see is his black hair, and I feel my face twist with annoyance. I don’t care if he’s a carnivore that could kill me in an instant if he wanted to. He does not get to come into my workplace and disrespect me. ‘Actually, you’re supposed to come up here and order,’ I reply indignantly, low laughter rippling through the group of boys as the boy who spoke lifts his head, turning to look at me angrily, his eyes flashing red. He has a long cut across his cheek, blood dried around it.

‘What did you just say to m-’ ‘Shut it, Jisung,’ the blond-haired boy says with a small grin, the black-haired boy – Jisung – turning to him aggressively. ‘Don’t tell me to shut it, Hyunjin. I won’t have a little human girl disrespect m-’ ‘Be quiet, Jisung. You were disrespectful to her first,’ another of the boys says calmly, and my eyes flit to him, my stomach turning when I realise he’s already looking at me. He’s one of the muscular boys, his hair sandy brown and fluffy, and his face soft and kind. His lips quirk up in a smile, a deep dimple denting one cheek, and I give him a small smile back, my heart fluttering. He might be a werewolf, but he’s a cute one.

I expect Jisung to give him some annoying retort, but he bites his lip, slumping down in his seat angrily, and the brown-haired boy rolls his eyes, rising from his seat. He makes his way over to me, and I try not to ogle him, but it’s difficult with his shirt ripped diagonally across the front, exposing one strong shoulder and a flash of hard abs, my heart skipping a beat at how gorgeous he is. Thank god I decided to wear a cute outfit today, even if it is hidden behind my white apron.

He slides onto one of the stools on the other side of the counter, leaning on one hand with a sigh, and I don’t know what to say other than, ‘Would you like to order something?’ ‘Um, yeah, actually. We’re quite… hungry. Have you got any… chicken, or beef, or any meat, for that matter?’ he asks, and I blink at him in surprise. I’ve never had someone ordering meat before lunch, let alone at half 3 in the morning. Though, I’ve never served werewolves either, so I guess I’m having a few firsts today.

‘Meat?’ I ask, and he lets out a little chuckle, his soft brown eyes locked with mine and making my heart flutter. ‘Yeah. Meat,’ he says with a small smile. His voice is nice, smooth and melodious with a hint of an accent. ‘Um, I don’t have any ready now, but I’ll start cooking some, and it should be ready in… half an hour?’ I say, and his smile slips into a small frown. ‘Um… no, that won’t be any good. You’ve got raw meat, right?’ he asks, and I feel myself malfunctioning for a moment, before I nod. ‘Can we just have a portion of raw meat each, please? I’ll pay whatever for it,’ he says, and I just stare at him.

‘You want… raw meat?’ I ask, and he lets out another soft chuckle. ‘Yes, please. I’m sure you’ve worked out what we are by now, so you probably know we can eat meat whilst it’s still alive. Raw meat’s just fine for us,’ he says with a grin, and I just nod, still in shock. ‘Okay. I’ll… get you raw meat. Is beef okay? One raw steak each?’ I ask, and he nods, smiling widely. ‘Beef’s perfect. But make it two steaks each please.’ ‘Um, okay. 16 steaks,’ I say, unable to believe I’m about to prepare raw steaks for 8 werewolves, and he just nods, still smiling his handsome smile.

He pays for the steaks, and orders a stack of pancakes and a milkshake for each of them too. The total is one of the most expensive orders we’ve ever had, but he doesn’t bat an eyelid, putting it on his credit card wordlessly. I go into the back to get their steaks ready, trying not to retch at having to put raw bloody beef onto plates for them, and I’m still holding back a retch when I take their plates over, the eight of them staring at the food hungrily. But I can’t help but let out a gag when one of them lifts his plate to his mouth and takes a massive chunk out of the steak, blood rolling down his chin.

The rest of them all laugh at my reaction, the brown-haired boy wincing as he says, ‘half of that bite was gristle, Changbin.’ So they’re happy to eat raw bloody steak, but they’re above eating the gristle? Weird but whatever. The boy who ate the steak – Changbin – just nods, before opening his mouth and pulling out the gristle with his dirty fingers, grinning at my look of disbelief. ‘Never seen a werewolf eat before?’ he asks, eyes sparkling, and I shake my head, still blinking in shock.

‘Take a seat, sweetheart. Tell us about yourself,’ one of the boys says with a smile, hand running through his chocolate brown locks, and I feel my heartrate increase. ‘Don’t worry. We’re not gonna hurt you,’ another of the boys says softly before I can even reply, his hair grey and long at the back, his eyes sparkly and wide. ‘I’m not worried,’ I lie, and they all laugh. ‘We can hear your heartbeat, and it’s pretty fast,’ one of the boys says, this one kind looking with blue locks and a soft baby face, and I feel ridiculously stupid.

‘Well… I can’t sit. I’ve got a job to do.’ ‘There’s no one here other than us. If you don’t want to sit with us, just come out and say it. Don’t beat around the bush,’ Jisung says bluntly, steak in his mouth as he speaks, his cheeks puffing out adorably. ‘We’re a group of werewolves; why would she want to sit with us?’ the brown-haired boy says amusedly, and I hope he doesn’t hear my heart stopping momentarily when he turns his half-smile to me. ‘Usually human girls find us attractive,’ the blond-haired boy – Hyunjin – says matter-of-factly, too focused on his raw steak to look up at me. ‘I probably would find you attractive if you didn’t all look like you’ve lost a fight with an angry bush,’ I say dryly, all of them laughing with their mouths full, making me feel slightly… disgusted.

‘Are the pancakes ready?’ the boy with black hair asks, and I check my watch. ‘Four minutes. How come you guys are so… hungry? Haven’t you been hunting?’ I ask, and they all exchange an amused glance before looking to the boy with brown hair. He doesn’t say anything, just looking at me unreadably, and it’s clear that there’s some sort of secret here. He lets out a little sigh, obviously deciding to tell me, and then he speaks; ‘We only hunt on full moons.’ ‘Oh, of course. The full moon isn’t until next week,’ I say, feeling stupid again, and they all nod. ‘On Halloween. Let’s hope there aren’t any trick-or-treaters in the woods,’ the chocolate brown-haired boy says with a small smirk, and I feel a shiver go down my spine.

‘Do you guys really attack humans?’ I ask, and they let out gentle laughs, obviously amused at how little I know of them. ‘We don’t have much control over our wolf selves, so if a human crosses our path, yes. Well, Alphas can control their wolf selves, so our Alpha will usually stop us from attacking a human. But if our Alpha isn’t there… we’d kill them without a moment of hesitation,’ the grey-haired boy explains, and I listen intently, interested. ‘Who’s your Alpha?’ I ask out of curiosity, and they all look to the brown-haired boy, answering my question. My stomach turns with butterflies when he looks at me, a small smile playing at his lips as he says, ‘that’d be me.’ I don’t know why, but something about him being the Alpha wolf makes him ten times sexier than he already is.

‘Oh. Okay. So, wait, if you guys weren’t hunting, why are you all so… dirty?’ I ask, and Changbin raises an eyebrow. ‘I thought you were supposed to be telling us about you.’ ‘I’m nowhere near as interesting as you guys.’ ‘No, sweetheart, we’re very interested in you,’ Hyunjin smirks, my heart fluttering. And then, as though they can hear something I can’t, they all suddenly turn their heads to the brown-haired boy, almost… nervous expressions on their faces. ‘I didn’t realise, Chan, sor-’ ‘It’s alright, Jin, don’t apologise,’ the brown-haired boy – Chan (definitely suits him) – says gently, his eyes not leaving mine, and I can’t help but wonder what on earth just happened. It’s like they had some sort of conversation and I missed the entire thing.

‘We got into a fight with some of the boys from the other pack,’ Chan murmurs, the atmosphere returning back to normal, and I feel my eyes widen. ‘Really? Who won?’ I ask, a light laugh running around the group at that question. ‘Us.’ ‘Really?’ I ask, even sounding sceptical to my own ears, and they all laugh again. ‘Might not look like we won, but we’re all still alive. Can’t say the same for the other pack,’ Chan says softly, and I blink in surprise. ‘Oh. Why’d you fight them?’ I ask, and they all look to Jisung, the boy rolling his eyes. ‘Because they provoked me.’ ‘No. One of them looked at you, and you started on him,’ the black-haired boy says bluntly, Jisung pouting. ‘Whatever, Seungmin. You didn’t see how he looked at me,’ he says sulkily, the others rolling their eyes at him.

‘However he looked at you, it wasn’t enough to warrant me killing him, but I did anyway, because of you. So learn to keep a lid on your temper, Sung, because I’ll make you fight them yourself next time instead of us involving ourselves. Understood?’ Chan says, tone gentle with a slight edge, and Jisung just nods, obviously opting not to pipe up to the Alpha. Everyone’s silent after that, and the air becomes a little awkward. ‘I’ll just go get your pancakes,’ I say, not waiting for a response before I turn and head towards the back.

I plate their pancakes up, all pretty with syrup and whipped cream and strawberries, and I take them out to them only a few minutes later. They’ve stacked up their empty plates for me at the edge of one of the tables, the gristle all piled up on the top plate, and my heart warms a little; it’s quite sweet of them to make my job a bit easier for me. I put their pancakes down in front of them, each of them murmuring their thanks, and Chan grins at me when I put his down. ‘It looks pretty,’ he says, and I preen at the praise – I always plate up the waffles whenever I’m on shift, because my boss, Jinyoung, liked the way I do them. ‘Pretty like her, huh, Chan?’ Changbin says with a grin, my cheeks heating up, and Chan just death-stares him, the others all silent. ‘Sorry,’ Changbin says sheepishly, dropping his head to look at the plate in front of him.

‘Did you guys fight the other pack as humans then?’ I ask, trying to change the subject, Chan chuckling at the question. ‘You’re a curious girl, huh?’ he asks, and I feel a little embarrassed. ‘Sorry.’ ‘No, don’t… be sorry. It’s cute,’ he says hesitantly, and I can’t hold back the shy smile that spreads across my lips, the other boys all looking amused at their Alpha’s shy flirting. He clears his throat, embarrassed, before answering my question; ‘those of us that are older wolves – myself, Minho and Changbin – can turn into wolves at will, but the younger ones aren’t at that stage yet. Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix and Seungmin can do a half-turn, and Jeongin can’t complete any kind of turn yet. He’s getting there, though,’ Chan adds kindly, patting the blue-haired boy’s arm.

I can’t help but quiz them, so fascinated at how different they are to me, despite looking so normal. By the time Ryujin and Yeji arrive for their shift, I’m perched on a table, chatting comfortably to them about their pack hierarchy whilst we all sip on milkshakes. ‘You look busy, y/n,’ Ryujin calls out amusedly from behind the counter, her and Yeji both grinning at me, and I feel my cheeks heating up. ‘I made some new friends,’ I say mildly, the boys all grinning at the girls, and I realise with a little jolt that all of them have perfectly white teeth, their canines sharp and lethal.

‘We better get going. The pack elders won’t be impressed with you, Jisung, and they’ll be even less impressed at us disappearing all night,’ Chan says sombrely, Jisung looking ashamed of himself as he nods. They all start to rise from their seats, ready to leave, and I feel a little sad as I watch Chan trying to fix his shirt, his muscles rippling with each movement. ‘We’ll drop in again, for some more steak. Maybe cooked next time,’ Chan jokes as the others head towards the door, and I let out a little laugh, nodding shyly. ‘That’d be nice.’ ‘Here. A tip, for your great service,’ Chan says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of notes. He takes my hand into his gently, a thrill running up my arm at the contact, and puts the notes into my palm, closing my fingers over them. ‘Chan, that’s too gener-’ ‘It’s fine. Just take the tip… y/n,’ he murmurs softly, my name sounding heavenly on his lips, my eyes locking with his sparkly brown ones, his smile mesmerising me. ‘Thank you,’ I reply, and he grins, his dimple reappearing and making my heart flutter.

He heads towards the door where the other boys are waiting, waving goodbye once more before they leave into the dawn, the door shutting behind them with a thud. ‘Oh, my God! y/n has a cute werewolf boyfriend!’ Ryujin exclaims, and I hold a hand over my face embarrassedly. ‘He’s not my boyfriend!’ ‘He wants to be! Look at the tip he gave you. He’s into you.’ ‘And he’s hot, y/n! If he comes in again, you better get his number!’

I leave after promising them I’ll make a move next time I see him, and I’m still laughing to myself at their enthusiasm as I step out of the back door, wrapped up in my big winter coat. The sun has just begun to rise, streaking the sky with beautiful pastel colours, but it’s still freezing, my breath fogging in the air as the cold sets into my bones.

I head over to my car, opening the door, and then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something move in the trees on the other side of the car park, and I look over, alarmed. There’s a big dark… shape, and I squint into the darkness, trying to make it out. I realise it’s a wolf, with thick, glossy sandy brown fur and big shiny brown eyes. The wolf stands proud, exuding power, and I just know that it’s Chan. I smile, knowing I’m probably crazy for smiling into the eyes of a lethal and wild creature, even crazier for lifting up a hand in a coy wave, but I’m rewarded when he bows his head in a nod, and maybe I’m imagining it, but I’m almost certain I can see an amused glint in his eyes.

I climb into my car, smiling to myself, Chan still stood there watching, and I wait until he’s disappeared into the trees before I start the car. A loud howl echoes out into the air, ringing in my ears, followed by a chorus of howls, melding into one another like a symphony, and the sound makes me smile.

When I get home and collapse into my bed, I decide to count through the notes that Chan gave me as a tip, and my heart melts when a little slip of paper flutters out of the notes – his phone number with a smiley face written beside it. My parents always told me to stay away from the wolves, but maybe they aren’t all bad.

[vegalocity]

I have to ask for another Jasmintea because I love your writing so Kisses 15 and 28 and Touches 24, please. Preferably in Sandy’s perspective but you can do Tang’s if you want

Affection meme

15. Soothing kisses

28. Neck Kisses

24. Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

I don’t think we done any Jasminetea stuff where Tang is Just Some Guy, so i’m gonna do that here because it’s my favorite theory (like everyone else has some deep connections to the classic Pilgrims, Tang is just Some Guy, it’s hilarious)

@tigerseye46

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He knew the way trauma worked, that sometimes, even long after you’ve processed and moved on, it can still hit you again. It’s one of the things he’d learned rather quickly after starting therapy. His therapist had wanted him to understand that first and foremost so he could better handle these moments as they came and not begin to think that he may be ‘getting worse’ or something along the same lines.

Thankfully he was always content with being the odd duck in his little family, new and old members alike knew that he preferred solitude. While he enjoyed company and would be as pleasant as possible, while he’d do anything for his family, he just preferred the quiet. Which meant that when those sort of relapses happened and a trigger made its way straight into his panic response he was alone.

Well… not ALONE alone granted at least Mo and the other cats were always there, but alone-ish.

There was no point in bothering the others with it. The kids would just be worried, He’d rather Pigsy not find out, Eldest brother…. Likely already knew, he’d poked into his brother’s web history when they were at Flower Fruit Mountain he’d spotted ‘Do I have PTSD?’ in his search history, so it couldn’t have been hard for him to put two and two together.

But Tang…

He really didn’t want Tang to know.

It wasn’t exactly a hope that had any real chance at turning out in his favor, especially since through some minor miracle Tang had somehow gotten it into his head that he was actually someone worth desiring, and now they were… a thing… then surely it would be coming out sooner or later.

He’d just more realistically hoped that it would be on his own terms.

Not like this.

Not with him sealing himself in the water tight shower stall on his boat, letting the water run with the drain plugged until he was totally submerged because the water in the harbor was too dirty too slimy, too full of pollution and invasive mollusk species, it wasn’t the way water was supposed to be, but the only way he could feel okay right now was if he let his gills open up and breathe so he had to make do.

It wasn’t ideal. When he had these specific bouts he’d much rather just take the day, sail out until land was just a speck on the horizon and the ocean water felt much more right, but he didn’t have the option today, he really didn’t want to cancel the date he and Tang were going to go on tonight, and that coupled with the fact that he’d long since given everyone standing ‘always welcome aboard’ invites, that meant that anytime within at least fifteen minutes of the assumed meeting time, Tang was going to just show up, and he needed to be ready.

So this and then whatever yoga he could fit in the time between him calming down and the assumed date time would likely help him stabilize enough that he could handle tonight, at worst he might not stay for a cup of tea when he brought Tang home like the gentleman he wanted to be (and both Tang AND Pigsy would playfully mock him about being) and he could then take tomorrow for himself and do his usual plan.

He knew better than to get frustrated, days like this were just part of the process, he should be glad His bad days didn’t usually try to bring out the rage that had (for the most part) become quiet.

Then there was a tapping on the glass, disturbing the water and making an echoey ‘thunk thunk’ that startled him from his meditation. He flailed and the water sloshed and swirled around him with his motions, as he turned in the direction of the threatthreatthreatthreat the noise.

Tang was peering in on the other side, eyes wide and curious.

“Did I come at a bad time?” his voice was distorted and muffled between the glass and the water but Sandy heard him all the same, his heart a panicked flutter in his chest when did Tang even get there? Why was he here so early? Or- or was he on time? Did he lose track of time? He couldn’t lose track of time like that! Not when he still wasn’t better, not when being outside the water made his skin too dry and his hair too stiff and his gills close up and notsafenotsafenotsafenotsafe-

He wasn’t ready yet. He wasn’t ready yet! He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out he wasn’t better yet.

It seemed Tang quickly began to pick up on what was going on, much to Sandy’s equal relief and embarrassment, curious eyes turning sad for a moment, before the thoughtful gears began to turn. He nodded to himself and held up a hand.

-Before standing and calmly leaving him to his devices.

The part of him that was still screeching and refusing to calm insisted that it was better this way, but he still couldn’t help but miss the company, however brief it was.

Tang was always a bit… energetic… in comparison to Pigsy or himself (even back when they were young! (when Pigsy and Tang were young at least)) a bit of a thrillseeker even if he didn’t overtly appear as such. But he was glad that he at least had the good sense to just leave Sandy to his devices, perhaps fixing himself some tea and settling down with a book, allowing Sandy the time he needed before he was ready, honestly Tang was just such a great guy already it did quite a bit to settle his mind to be assured that he was going to be patient with him when it came to this, should it happen again (he hoped not for a long time, but his hands weren’t anywhere near done shaking yet so these ‘unsafe’ moods might start making themselves more frequent again.

And then Tang burst back into the room, shed of his outer layers and clad only in his undershirt and boxers and a stepladder, determined grin looking far too cute for the pieces Sandy was quickly putting together. It didn’t take much for his head to go above water so he could speak, he technically just hand to arrange himself so he was sitting on his knees instead of rear and straighten his back, and Tang had the look in his eye that implied this was probably going to be an ‘academic debate’ he’d lose--Several argument points and a fair few more rebuttals already on the tip of his partner’s tongue as he set the stepladder at the base of the shower and started attempting to heave himself over the edge of the shower walls--so he did so to both be able to speak and to better make a bit of room.

“Studies! Have! Shown! -huff huff- that! Acts! Of-!” A yelp cut Tang off as his grip nearly slipped and sent him backward, Sandy jolted, about to stand up to help but Tang regained his footing and held out a hand to wave him off as he finally was half tilted on the top of the glass shower wall, resting for a moment before trying to heave the rest of his body over the edge. “Where was I? Right, acts of solidarity are better for recovery in the long run than simply allowing the person who needs it to stew on their own.” And then with one final scrabble against the glass Tang braced himself and dropped.

And would have completely bashed his head against the showerhead if Sandy didn’t reach out and properly lower him onto the tile.

Instantly he watched his partner freeze up, stiffen and hands suddenly clamp around his chest as the temperature of the water hit him at once.

“Wow that’s cold!”

Sandy hummed and prepared to help him back out but Tang took a breath and dunked his head and shoulders underwater briefly to be properly soaked before resurfacing, pushing his hair back in a way that had no business being so pretty while Sandy was still in the middle of freaking out. “Much better.”

“Can you talk right now?” Quite the question. Talking while his gills were open was always a bit of a hit or miss situation. Sometimes it just made his voice sound a bit garbled, but if he had just surfaced from the water-

He held out a hand infront of his mouth and tested, and sure enough nothing but the faintest huff came out. So he just shook his head in the negative and smiled to try and relay a quick apology.

Tang hummed. “Yes or no questions then.” He was too good. He’d clearly researched this whole thing long ago and had been preparing what to do when the time came ever since, not coming out and saying so, but being prepared when the opportunity arose.

In a strange way it sort of reminded him of something Master would do… He really needed to get back in contact with Sanzang actually, But what would he say to him? Would master even recognize him after everything that had changed? Would he be upset that he’d tracked down Middle Brother’s reincarnation and hadn’t immediately gone to tell him? Or keeping the fact that Eldest Brother was starting to participate in the world around them again and hadn’t immediately gone to him and told him he was right in anticipating Sun Wukong’s eventual return? Would he just be upset with him for how long it had been since they’d spoken? They used to all be so close would the gap that would have formed be so wide and massive that they may as well be strangers again-

“Can I touch you?” Tang broke through his quickly spiraling thoughts calmly. Sandy peered down into the water again and saw him wringing his hands nervously.

He nodded.

“Just push me off if it gets uncomfortable.” Tang paused for a moment. “Not too hard though, Pigsy might say i have a hard head but I don’t know if it would handle collision with tile”

Sandy was able to get a quick laugh out of that, though it came out as silent as anything else with his throat and lungs full of water.

He opened his arms and Tang slotted comfortably inside. It was a bit awkward, since he had to make sure his partner could keep his head above water, but it was manageable, quickly Tang braced himself on Sandy’s shoulders and began to press gentle kisses to what exposed skin was above water.

And it was a bit embarrassing how quickly it was calming the raging storm in his mind. Just… the presence of another warm body against his but still cool and protected by the water around him, it made a shiver crawl up his spine but… in a pleasant way.

Tang pressed himself a little further against Sandy’s chest, mouth resting on the space between his cheek and ear. “I’ll shut up now.”

He wished he knew how that little insecurity got its way into Tang’s head. The man was one of the most confident people he knew, (save Big Brother, but nobody could shake the confidence of Sun Wukong.) and he would show unshakeable he was under cruel words every time they were aimed at him, hell, his primary method of rapport with Pigsy was the both of them bullying eachother relentlessly (in their own words too!) but for some reason once they got romantically involved Tang kept making self-deprecating jokes about being ‘annoying’ and ‘talking too much’ and Sandy’s heart ached when he couldn’t help but wonder how many relationships Tang had been in that crumbled from his supposed ‘annoying’ nature.

Tang took then to take a gasping breath and plunged beneath the water. Sandy was worried for a moment, but then it seemed like Tang knew exactly what he was doing, quickly pushing aside the floating beard hair and wriggling his face in to get near his neck, and for a moment Sandy froze. His gills were still gently pushing and pulling the water through his system and even though he knew Tang would never (intentionally) hurt him his body stiffened as his face (Mouth, teeth, he knows how painful it is to have air blown into your gills he hates it he hates it what’s Tang gonna do he has him at his mercy now) came near such a sensitive part of his body.

Tang placed a gentle kiss on his neck, right over the topmost gill and pulled back out, taking a gasping breath upon surfacing.

“You know, today might just be a good day for one of those low energy ‘Stay in’ dates, wouldn’t you agree?” He was so good.

Too good for him.

But still Sandy nodded and Tang smiled at him in that handsome broad way again before taking another breath and plunging back down.

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[333dolans]

Light Within The Darkness // G.D

Hey loves! This is my first attempt at writing anything for either of the twins so any constructive criticism is welcomed and very much appreciated. I love you!🤍

Summary: After a heated fight with Grayson leads to a cold night alone, an unEXpected and unwelcomed visitor arrives.

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse and Anxiety. ANGSTY with a lil fluff at the end.

“Are you actually taking the piss Y/N?!” Grayson growled, slamming the door to your small, but cozy apartment. You two had been leaving a small cafè in downtown LA when you had ran into an ‘old school friend’, or atleast that’s what you had told Grayson. He didn’t buy it at all of course, he had a talent of always seeing straight through you anytime you lied. He could read you like a book, he had your body language memorised like his favourite tame song and he knew this wasn’t simply an acquaintance from your early teenage years. When he tried to ask simple questions about him, you became very tense and he could see you had began grinding your jaw at the very mention of his existence and the encounter you had just had. you’d began cracking your fingers, a tell tale sign that you were rapidly becoming more and more on edge. He didn’t want to cause an argument from his tendency to always want to know what is going on, his need for control, so he let it slide. Well that was until you crossed paths with mystery man once again. “Two years with no interaction and we see each other twice within a half a hour period? It’s a sign from the universe Y/N, we should get back together haha!” The man joked. You smiled awkwardly, feeling the heat rising within Grayson. You couldn’t tell if it was due to the mans comment, or the fact that you had lied about this man being your most recent ex. It was probably a mixture, you thought to yourself. Grayson turned on his heel and was started off towards the Porsche just a few metres away. You rushed a quick farewell and dashed after your boyfriend.

“Gray can you just let me-” “Y/N. Don’t.” He interrupted. You didn’t dare speak another word until you made it back to your apartment. The car ride was a silent one, something you wasn’t used to in your entire relationship with Grayson. You two were always jamming out to a throwback playlist and singing your hearts out. When you arrived, He made his way across to where you were standing in the living room. “Gray, I’m sorry ok? I didn’t want to make things awkward for you. He’s my ex- boyfriend, it was uncomfortable and I just wanted to diffuse the situation as soon as I possibly could.” You tried to reason. “Don’t you think I was just as uncomfortable probably even more so when I found out he was your ex?! You should of just told me but instead you lied to me.” He argued back. “How could it possibly have been worse for you G? I have so much history with him and things didn’t end well between us. Why are you making this about you? You’re not even considering how I felt, it’s always about you isn’t it?” You whispered the last part, defeatedly. “If it’s ‘always about me’ then maybe I should leave, Wouldn’t want you to be stuck with someone so selfish!” He screamed. You could feel the tears building behind your eyes, he knew as well as everyone else in your life that if there was one thing you couldn’t take, it was someone shouting at you. It always sent your anxiety sky rocketing and left you spiralling. “Leave Gray. Now please.” You whispered, holding back the desperate urge to breakdown in front of him. “With pleasure, Bitch.” He spat before leaving your apartment the same way he entered. Those words, although simple ones, held so much more meaning to you when they fell from his lips, lingering in the air and consuming your mind. The tears instantly began to stream, letting out a choked sob. “If only you knew.” You thought out loud.

You were jolted awake by an increasingly louder banging on your door. You glance over at your clock, 2:39AM. Grayson. He had came to apologise for acting like such a dick. You slipped out of bed and wrapped your blanket around you tightly. The relentless torture your front door was under not once letting up. You peaked through the peep hole, you weren’t a complete idiot, you had to be sure it was Gray. But who else would turn up at your door at this time right? Crack. You felt your heart shatter and swore you could hear the broken pieces hit the hard floor of your hallway. There, stood your ex boyfriend, Riley. You could of sworn you were frozen to that very spot, but your brain took control and carried you off towards the bedroom, rapidly grabbing for your phone and gripping it tightly to your chest. You creeped back towards the door cautiously, not wanting to make too much noise. “Riley you need to leave. Now please.” You spoke politely, which was beyond what he deserved. “Y/N! Open the door please. I need you. I’m a mess without you. Seeing you today reminded me off that!” He pleaded. “You’ve survived 2 years, keep going. I have a boyfriend Riley. Please leave.” You responded, heart non stop pounding against your chest, taking your breath away with every thump. “Y/N! YOU STUPID BITCH! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” He growled through the door, repeatedly kicking at it now. “JUST LEAVE RILEY!!!!” You retreated into your bedroom, then into the bathroom and locked both doors. You violently sobbed into the blanket that had been wrapped around your body as you reached for your phone.

To Babe💘: Gray, please.

Read at 2:45am

3 missed calls from Babe💘

To Babe💘: Hello?

Read at 2:52am

You sobbed even more, realising that he was ignoring you at a time when you needed him the most. You don’t remember when, but you must have eventually passed out on the cold bathroom tiles. You didn’t have the energy to get up, so you sat up against the side of your bath. You reached for your phone, only to see not one single sign of contact from Grayson. You felt the all too familiar feeling rising in your chest and taking control of your breathing. Another panic attack. You hadn’t had one in months due to the calmness Grayson provided, he was your light within the darkness, but he wasn’t here to save you this time. You texted him once more before you fully broke down.

To Babe💘: Grayson please, I need you. Now.

You knew this would work. His full name over text was only ever used in an emergency. You shut your phone off to try and focus on your breathing rather than how shitty your boyfriend was being right now. You had completely forgotten about the text and 30 minutes later you heard the front door swing open. “Y/N!? Where are you?!” Seconds later he enters the bathroom and finds your small form, tear stained cheeks and violently shaking from your cold night alone. “No no no, baby I’m so so sorry. Y/N look at me yeah? Focus on my voice. Deep breaths for me.”

He tried to scoop you into his arms but you cowered away. In that moment he swore he could feel his heart shatter. He had become the man he’d promised you he’d never be. Grayson knew you had and still struggle with your mental health, although he didn’t know much about the causes of it all. He let his anger get the best of him once again and he hurt you in the process. “Angel, I cant express how sorry I am. I didn’t mean to snap at you and I certainly didn’t mean what I called you.”

There it was again. His words began to replay in your head for the 100th time. “With pleasure, Bitch.” “STOP! Please make it stop Gray. I don’t wanna be back there anymore, I can’t be back there.” You begged him, clinging to his shirt now. He cautiously began to rub his hands along your back, palms sore from the strength he used to grip the steering wheel on the way over to your apartment. “Back where love? Talk to me please, I want to help you.” The feeling of Grays hand on your body, knowing he was close to you, knowing you were safe now, your breathing slowly began to regulate. You finally lifted your head and looked up to meet his eyes. Teary and bloodshot, a mirror image of yourself. You could see, scrap that, you could feel that he was sharing your pain. He didn’t know why you was feeling it, but he could feel it all nonetheless. You took in a shakey breath as you began.

“Riley seriously, they’re a pair of shoes? I bought them as a treat for myself for getting promoted.” You tried to explain to him, annoyance growing every passing minute. You were always smart with your money, never splurging out on fancy items. You’d never really felt like you’d needed them. However, earlier this month you’d been called into your bosses office and offered a better paying position at your work, which you gladly accepted. You’d decided that you would finally buy the shoes you’d been eyeing up for months now but had never talked yourself into buying. They were $300 but you decided you deserved them, your boyfriend clearly didn’t feel the same way. “I don’t care Y/N, you cant just start spending our money so carelessly, especially not this close to when rent is due and for something so minor as a promotion.” He countered, words laced with resentment. You couldn’t help but let out a snort. “Our money? It wasn’t ‘our money’ when you went out and bought that watch.” You pointed to the, in all honesty, hideous watch that was strapped around his wrist with pride. “I spent my hard earned money on those shoes because I deserved them, I worked for them.” You spoke, calmly and with confidence. “I seriously don’t understand your problem, please explain? Like I know it may be hard for your fragile masculinity to accept that not only a woman but your own girlfriend earns more than you, but that doesn’t give your misogyny a free pass to belittle my achievements”. You knew the second you said that, you would come to regret it. “You want me to explain? With pleasure, Bitch.”

The tears were once again streaming down your face once you finally stopped to breath again. “It was abusive and toxic, I knew I had to leave him, I had to get out of there so I did. I never looked back after I left but I guess life has a way of not letting you forget your past, no matter how hard you try to.” You sighed, so tired from the nights previous events. You’d explained to Grayson about what had happened with Riley turning up at your door, you’re grateful he’d left before Gray got there otherwise you may of been spending your night bailing his ass out of prison right now instead of in his arms. You’d explained about your past with him and why things had ended. You knew Gray had many more questions but it was clear you were not ready to answer them right now and you were extremely thankful he left the topic alone. You quite frankly didn’t want to entertain your memories of Riley anymore and Grayson knew that. He planted a kiss on your forehead before scooping you up, “wanna watch a film and cuddle? You can choose the movie.” He wiggles his eyebrows and gave you his signature smirk. “Yes please, only if you bring me the ice cream though!” You giggled, letting the last 3 hours fade to the back of your mind.

You were out like a light after 30 minutes, head in Grayson’s lap as he carelessly traced shapes along your arms, watching your chest rise and fall and lips slightly parted. “I will never let this happen to you again, you have my word. I love you more than I love myself angel.” He spoke gently, watching in awe as your lips curled to form a faint smile. “Mine” he thought to himself, “All mine.”

[twistedcharismaaa]

Lost & Found Pt 5

Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.

Author’s Note: Hi guysssss! I’m back with another chapter! I hope that you guys enjoy! I struggled writing this story for whatever odd reason. Please leave a comment for ya girl! Love you guys so muchhhhh!!!

For the last couple of weeks, you dined with your complex mind and slept with your dreams. You decided that it was time to be alone and learn to enjoy your own company. You wanted to give yourself an opportunity to learn yourself again - to properly love yourself and be kinder to your gentle soul. You spent the majority of your days blasting music in your apartment and busying yourself with activities that brought you peace. Casually making your way into the living room, you relaxed your spine on the soft, plush pillows on the couch letting yourself sink deeper in its cushion. You sat there silently letting your mind wander aimlessly about Micah. You grabbed your lighter that was sitting next to you and lit your blunt subtly inhaling its essence. Now, lavender and Sativa filled the vacant air. You inhaled another puff letting the substance completely penetrate your lungs. You basked in the intoxicating combination and closed your eyes briefly. Now opening your heavy eyelids, you exhaled watching the smoke dance as it parted your lips. 

You connected your phone to your Bluetooth speaker and found yourself standing swaying your full hips to the beat of the music playing in the background of the apartment. You traveled into your bedroom still dancing carelessly. You looked in the mirror and giggled at your reddening glossy eyes. You pulled your unruly curls into a messy puff and then wrapped your hair in a silk scarf. You plopped on your bed vertically letting your head rest on the fluffy pillows. Again, you thought about Micah. You wondered if he ever received the note that you left him before you quit. Minutes later, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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(2 weeks ago)

“Charisma, are you sure you want to do this?” she asked while eyeing you in disbelief. She squinted her eyes as her nostrils flared.

“Terri, I’m more than sure. Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me here. But it’s my time to move on.” you said calmly as you handed her your employee keys.

Disappointment washed over her face as she took the keys from you reluctantly. She sighed loudly before nodding in acceptance.

“You were one of my best. I hate to see you go but I wish you the best of luck. Just give me one second while I go and grab your check.” she responded.

It was the end of another tiring workday. Dust, clean, shine, and repeat. You literally felt yourself wasting away each and every time you would punch-in. You knew there was more to life than this, all you had to do was find it. Or better yet, let it find you? The sun still shined brightly outside. You looked past the front desk and noticed Micah enjoying the pool area. Micah sat by the poolside letting his ankles and feet submerge into the water. He rolled up each pant leg one by one and kicked his feet freely in the water causing small ripples to form. He leaned back and smiled at the sun. The sun’s light complimented his caramel pigment. His flawless, radiant almond hue was astounding. It racked your brain that someone could be so beautiful without even trying. You watched him close his eyes, inhale the fresh air, and bask blissfully in the sun by himself. 

Instinctively, you dug in your miniature light-brown bookbag and pulled out your old sky blue digital camera. You focused the lens to your liking and snapped a photo of Micah. You stuffed the camera back in your bookbag when you saw Terri approaching you with your final check. Terri placed the check in your hand and smiled solemnly.

“Again, thank you for everything,” you said sweetly before leaving the hotel.

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(Present)

Micah unlocked the door to his hotel room and let the door slam behind him loudly. He slid off his shoes and paraded proudly in his all-black socks. He opened the doors to the balcony and inhaled the fresh air. South Africa was absolutely gorgeous and he wished that he had someone to share this beauty with. In a perfect, ideal world it would be you. Again, you stumbled across his mind. It was easy for him to think of you any time he saw something breath-taking. To him, you were breath-taking, effortlessly stunning. He rested his hands on the railing of the balcony and sighed deeply. He never met someone that pulled at his soul the way that you did. He watched the sun set before him gradually. He witnessed the sky’s hue transform from a pinkish-orange and settle into a black night gracefully. He was confident that the note he wrote for you would earn him lunch with you. He just wanted a mere piece of your time. The day that the front desk receptionist informed him about your abrupt absence he literally felt his heart sink. Micah knew that you didn’t owe him anything but yet he longed for a goodbye. There were times where he thought about you in the worst ways. Completely letting his mind spiral into a tunnel of negative thoughts. He wondered if he scared you away or if he came on too strong. Did he make you quit? Did he make you uncomfortable? None of it matters anyway or at least that’s what he tells himself. No matter what he did, he could never make a woman stay. He was either too goofy, too talented, too skinny, too busy, too emotional, too corny, too deep, or too moody. Every woman he had ever been attracted to or ever connected with emotionally found a problem with him. Now he questions if he was even meant to be loved anymore. 

He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket and walked back inside. He closed the balcony doors and sat on his bed for a moment before fully laying down. He stared at the ceiling letting his thoughts consume him. He felt something tickle his fingertips in one of his pockets. He dug deeper in his pocket before pulling out the foreign object. He discovered that it was a note. It was neatly folded in the shape of a square. He unfolded the note and began to read.

“A note for a note? I hope that didn’t sound as corny as it felt writing it. As you can see, I really don’t know how to start these kinds of things. I’m just gonna think less and say what I feel. I feel like you see me clearer than I see myself and I appreciate that. I appreciate you. I feel like I see you too. You make me smile, you make me laugh, and you make blush. You make me feel so much, I would love to have lunch with someone who makes me feel so alive.”

- Charisma 

Instantly, Micah sat up with widened eyes. His heart thudded heavily in his chest from the rapid feeling of excitement. He noticed at the bottom of your handwritten letter that you left your phone number. Without thinking, he dialed your number.

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Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

You heard your phone vibrate on your nightstand. Sleepily, you reached for your phone placed it on your ear. Your eyes were still closed and your body was wrapped in your favorite blanket comfortably. 

“Hello?” you quizzed. Your voice was raspy, heavy - still full of sleep.

“H-Hi it’s um-”

“Micah?” you quizzed in a high pitched tone. You were in disbelief, you opened your eyes and sat up slowly. 

“I was thinking about you and then I found this letter. But I found it two weeks too late it looks like,” he said laughing somewhat awkwardly.

“You’re not too late,” you reassured. “I was thinking about you too actually,” you admitted shyly.

“I’m not even thinking right now. I’m in South Africa right now, what’s the time over there?” he quizzed while placing his hand over his forehead.

“South Africa?” you repeated.

“Yeah,” he said while looking down. “As crazy as it sounds, I was going to ask you to come with me,” he admitted.

You closed your eyes and exhaled silently before answering.

“So ask me now,” you said boldly with a stomach full of butterflies.

Suddenly, Micah jumped up from his seat on the bed and walked outside back to the balcony. He took a picture of the twinkling night sky and sent it to you via iMessage.

“Charisma, will you come to South Africa so we can admire the night sky together?” he asked sweetly, sincerely.

You giggled over the phone as you felt your heart melt into putty. 

“Yes,” you whispered sweetly.

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Part 4 Masego’s Poem Part 6

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[probably-writing-x]

Absence.

Guzmán x Reader

Request from @oldfashiondisturb : Hi dear! A new request if you like it! Reader is Polo sister. She was in an other country during the time of all the Marina/Polo case. Just before she leaves to this other country, something happened between her and Guzman, but she never called him, or reached him in any way. She comes back after the death of Polo. She hears about everything and all the stuff Guzman and Samuel did to him, and she is kind of pissed so she confronts them! But, all the feelings they have for each others come back?

Requests are open🤍

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You’d never been in such a hurry as you were whilst you waited for the plane to land, to get through security and get out of that airport to your taxi. Your heart was beating at an ungodly pace as you were in utter fear of what you’d be left with when you got back to the place you’d abandoned over a year ago. Everything felt like a ghost town, a place you’d once known so well and yet could hardly feel any connection to anymore. So much had changed.

You’d left last year after your disagreements with your Mums got far too much for you. It was relentless, constantly questioning why their daughter didn’t excel in the way that their son did. Polo always managed to just do well. He had decent grades, a beautiful girlfriend, a positive future. You’d been the daughter that wasn’t really sure of her place in the world and who didn’t want to wait around to find out. When the opportunity to move to America came, you grabbed it with open arms. That had been at the start of last school year. Now, as you returned, it was to the end of the school year - what would have been graduation - with the heavy news that your brother had been killed.

“Thank you, here is fine,” You confirm as the taxi pulls up in front of the cemetery.

You’d made it back just in time for the gathering and dreaded what you’d be met with when you got there.

It was a pure sea of black, solemn settings that instantly made the weight on your chest feel ten times heavier. All of the people you’d once called classmates were stood around together as they respected the life of your brother. One of them had done this to him. You knew it couldn’t have been as they’d expected - a suicide. It was one of them.

“Darling,” It’s your Mum that calls you, both of them stepping forward, “It’s good to see you again.”

You give both of them an awkward hug, “You too. Excuse me.”

Despite everything that had happened, you’d kick yourself for letting that change anything between you and them. They’d abandoned you long ago and this wouldn’t be the time where that stopped.

You pass some more familiar faces who all give you looks somewhere between shock and sorrow until you finally reach the headstone you’d been waiting for. It’s an instinct when you crouch down in front and rest your hand on the warming stone.

“Hey buddy,” You start, voice shakier than you’d have hoped, “I know I haven’t been around, and I know I should’ve been.”

You take in a deep breath, pursing your lips in the hopes that it would stop the tears.

“But I’m not going to give up on finding who did this to you. You’ll always be my brother Polo. Always. Okay? And I’ll make you proud, I’ll go and change the world like you always said I would. But I need you to do something for me. I need you to save a spot up there for me, got it?”

You’re stopped as a hand settles on your shoulder and you glance up to see Guzmán now beside you.

“Hey, (Y/n),” He smiles gently, his eyes dipping as he gives as much empathy into his expression as possible.

You stand up and brush yourself off, “Hi.”

Before you can say anything more, his arms wrap around you tightly. It’s somewhere between a hug that you both need to grieve and a hug of ‘damn I’m glad to see you again’.

“Guzmán, do you know anything?” You pull away from him, “About what happened, what caused this?”

He glances around and shakes his head, “Not here. We can talk about this later.”

It gives you a slight bit of comfort. He did know something, of course he did. And the hope of getting closer to who did this to your brother gives you the slightest bit of hope now.

- - - - - -

As you’d been waiting for, Guzmán meets you afterwards and the two of you drive to the docks and sit atop the hood of the car - as you had done many times before. Before you left for America, you’d found yourself growing closer and closer to Guzmán. He’d been there for you through a lot and made it possible for you to tell him things that you didn’t tell anyone else - not even Polo. If you’d have stayed for any longer, you’d have fallen in love with that boy.

“So, what do you know, Guzmán?”

You weren’t waiting any longer than you had to.

He takes in a deep breath and shifts a little, “Polo changed after you left (Y/n), he wasn’t the boy you thought he was.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He-“ He stops himself, “He killed Marina.”

The words carry more weight than anything you’d ever felt. Your brother had killed his sister? You hadn’t come home when you heard about Marina, even if you knew you should’ve done. In fact, you hadn’t spoken to him since you’d first gone. Again, you knew you should’ve done.

“I didn’t want to believe it at first either but he was like a completely different person,” Guzmán continues, “And he killed her because he was terrified of losing Carla. It was a long story and I don’t think I even understand it fully but he killed her.”

“Stop saying it,” You say abruptly, “How the fuck does that help me find out who killed him?”

“(Y/n), your brother wasn’t an angel,” Guzmán inputs, “He hurt a lot of people and that meant that people wanted revenge. I needed to hear him say it, I needed to know that he was responsible for my sister being killed.”

“What did you do, Guzmán?” The words feel like ice to your tongue.

His breath is shakier now, “Me and Samuel... we... I got him to my house and did everything I could to get him to confess... when he did, I saw red. I wouldn’t have stopped if Samu didn’t force me to. I didn’t kill your brother (Y/n), but in that moment, I easily could’ve.”

You jump down from the hood of the car and stand firmly on the ground with trembling legs, “What the fuck?”

“(Y/n)...”

“Don’t!” You snap, “You should’ve told me, I could’ve done something, I could’ve been there for him. Instead, you beat Polo until he was black and blue and then threw him to the wolves so somebody else could finish the fucking job.”

“It wasn’t like that (Y/n)... things changed and I...”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. You might have not been the one that stabbed him with that bottleneck, but you’re sure as hell not innocent.”

With that, you’re storming away from him as though you have any idea of where you’d go. You wrap your arms around yourself and become engulfed by a flood of tears that sting when they’re not swept away by Guzman’s caring touch. There were a million thoughts that that conversation had just caused for you and you couldn’t process them all at once. Your brother - a murderer? The thought felt physically impossible. And one of his best friends had held him hostage until he’d confessed. So much had changed in the past few years, it made you regret ever coming back. It made you wish you’d kept that image of your brother that you’d always held. That innocent, welcoming boy that you’d grown up with every step of the way.

- - - - - -

You find yourself circling back to the cemetery after your experience with Guzmán and sit at the side of the gravestone until you find any words suitable enough.

“What happened, Polito?” You mutter, “Fuck, you should’ve called me or texted or something, I could’ve been here for you, I could’ve done something to sto- Who am I kidding? I’m the one that left you. Would it have made any difference? If I’d have been here?”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you settle down the flower that you’d been holding in your hands.

“I need to believe you were a good man, Polo. I have to. Because the thought of you as anything less-“ You stop yourself as a bout of tears pokes through once again, “Please tell me you didn’t deserve this, please.”

You’re interrupted again as the sound of an engine cutting out comes from behind you. You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. As Guzmán makes his way over to you and stays a safe enough distance away.

“I forgave him you know,” Guzmán says calmly, “It was the last thing I said to him, that anyone said to him, I told him that I’d forgiven him.”

You sit up a little, hearing words that feel like they have more of a meaning than anything you’d heard all day.

“Your brother wasn’t a murderer, he just killed someone. It wasn’t in his blood, it wasn’t buried deep inside of him, it was a mistake. And it took me too long to figure it out but I did eventually.”

“Is that supposed to make things better?”

“I didn’t kill your brother. And what happened to him was a mistake, if you want the full story I’ll give it to you. But I’ll be here for you (Y/n) - I know what it’s like to lose a sibling.”

“I should’ve come home. When Marina died, I should’ve come back.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Guzmán steps forward a little, “I was seconds away from calling you and pleading with you to come back just so I’d have someone that could hug me and tell me I’d be okay.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “I’m so sorry, Guz.”

He shakes his head, “It’s never been your fault.”

You turn and properly look at him, “But look. My brother has died and you’re right here, staying with me even after I’ve practically yelled in your face. Guzmán I don’t deserve that. I deserve to feel alone like you did, I deserve to carry the guilt of knowing that Marina died and I could’ve been there to stop it, that I could’ve kept Polo alive and-“

“(Y/n) stop,” He snaps, “Start going down that spiral and you’ll never come back, believe me.”

Instantly, you find yourself standing up and rushing to wrap your arms around him as tightly as your weakened frame can muster.

“Thank you for being there for him Guzmán.”

He stumbles slightly as your sudden actions surprise him before he hugs you back with strong arms folding around your entire torso.

“I should’ve told you more, I should’ve told you what was happening here, I know. But I never stopped wanting you to go and live the life that you deserved. And I knew you deserved better than watching your whole like back home come crashing down.”

You pull away from him and sniff, “I shouldn’t have left.”

“Don’t say that. You’ve become someone that you wanted to be and I know Polo would be so proud of you for that. I know I am.”

In those eyes, it’s like you’re seeing a reflection of your own. Both of you had been knocked down, torn to shreds by everything that the world had thrown at you. You’d been picked up and dropped again and again even in just the past few hours. And you’d both been through more than you should’ve been. But there’s a comfort in the fact that you had each other. Another broken soul that would piece together with yours to somehow fix into one whole one - just about. It could stay that way until both of you found those pieces to make yourself up again, or until you found them for each other.

But he was proud of you and that was enough for you to trust that you weren’t a bad person.

“I don’t have anybody left Guzmán,” You admit, glancing over at Polos name written across the marble.

“No,” He reaches out a hand and locks it with yours, “You’ll never not have anybody. Because there isn’t a day that goes by where I wouldn’t have waited for you, and there won’t be any day after today where I won’t prove to you that you’re loved. You’re not alone (Y/n) and you never will be.”

You squeeze his hand and rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you trail your eyes to the headstone. You take in deep, shaky breaths and feel yourself moulding into the boy beside you. And in that moment, he’s right. You’d never been alone.

[k-writer1998]

Rebel Hours (11/18)

Kwon Jieun always fit her parents’ image of the “perfect” daughter… at least to their knowledge. Away from prying eyes she was like any other girl living life to the fullest doing what she wants. When a little someone named Bang Chan comes into her life priorities are changed, mistakes are made, and her life finally becomes her own.

Fluff

w.c: 1.9k exact :)

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      A headache greeted me in the morning and I internally scolded myself for trying to keep up with the boys. As the memories of last night came back to me, one in particular made a smile freeze onto my face… the kiss. Sitting up I grabbed the note I scrawled myself reminding me to plan the hang out, just like I said. I chuckled at how well I knew myself before grabbing my phone. All the smiles dissipated the moment I spotted the time. Shit, I’m gonna be late for class! Ignoring the throbbing in my skull, I rushed to grab an outfit before running to the bathroom to go through my morning routine. After throwing on my clothes I checked the time and cursed, this is one of my major classes and the teacher is strict on attendance so I can’t miss it! Struggling to pull on my sneakers,  I grabbed my backpack and ran to class. As I reached the door I spotted the professor down the hall, a glare settling onto me, before ducking into the classroom and taking my normal seat. 

      Now secured at my desk I could finally take the time to dwell on this weird vibe I’ve been getting from people since I arrived on campus. There were so many eyes on me it felt as if the whole class was looking at me, why did I have to sit in the front? I looked over my clothes and shoes and nothing seemed oddly matched or out of place so what was it? The professor entered and did roll, once he called my name and I replied I heard a series of gasps around me… okay seriously what was going on? Once roll call was over, my mind was able to slow down, taking out my textbooks, and that’s when I saw it. My hair had fallen into my face as I moved about and before I caught the chance to move it the light hit my locks revealing its silver shine rather than the raven black of my wig. Shit. There was no point in hiding now, they heard me during roll call, so I turned the panic out and focused on class. Once class was over I swiftly packed my things and was one of the first people to duck out of class. I immediately called Seunghee as I tried to keep my head down and find somewhere quiet to talk.

“What’s up? Don’t you have a full day of classes today, why are you calling?”

“Seunghee I messed up…”

“What?! What did you do? I swear Jieun-”

“I didn’t mean to, I swear! I went out without my wig and didn’t realize until I was in class. Everyone heard me during roll call and I’m one thousand percent sure I won’t be coming back to the apartment until late. I’ll be ordered home before lunch I’m sure of it,” I sighed.

“God Jieun, why would you drink when you know you have class?”

“I don’t know Seunghee- jeez. What do I do?”

“Well the damage is already done, even if you put the wig on now a handful of people already saw and who knows how many took a picture. Just take this as God’s sign that it’s time to come clean.”

“Ugh this is such a headache. I can already hear the impending argument.”

“Just stay calm and stand your ground. At the end of the day this is your life and you are the one in control. These things make you happy, remember that.”

“Thanks for the support Seunghee.”

“I’ll see you on the other side,” she joked.

“For sure.”

      I responded with a small chuckle before hanging up the phone. As if he had sensed something wrong, not even a few moments later I received a text from Chan checking up on me.

To: Princess

How’s my girl? Did you make it to class on time?

To: Chan 🖤

Definitely made it to class on time but at the price of my sanity (:

To: Princess

Why, is it the hangover? Sorry, I should’ve stopped you sooner

To: Chan 🖤

Don’t worry about it, the hangover is the least of my problems

To: Princess

What happened? Are you okay?

      The concern in his texts made my heart swell, what did I do to deserve someone like him? Rather than trying to explain it fully, I took a quick picture and sent it to him before I answered back.

To: Chan 🖤

Forgot my wig so that cat’s out of the bag. Definitely gonna get scolded by my parents today.

To: Princess

Will you be okay?

To: Chan 🖤

This was bound to happen so I’ll be fine. Plus Seunghee gave me a pep talk already.

To: Princess

That’s gonna be harsh, call me when it’s over?

To: Chan 🖤

Definitely

      I continued through my classes with the whispers following me everywhere I went. It wasn’t until after my third class that I got a text from my mother ordering me to come home immediately. The news spread slower than I expected. I simply replied that I will once classes are over and left my phone to buzz at my mother’s outraged messages. Once my classes were finished I went back to my apartment to grab my car keys and left a note for Seunghee to do me a favor. The drive home was oddly peaceful, no anxiety or worries just… calm. When my foot entered the threshold my mother went at me, dragging me to father’s study and sending the maids away. 

“How dare you ruin your father’s campaign like this?!”

“Dying my hair is hardly going to ruin father’s campaign,” I rolled my eyes.

“We are campaigning a modest family yet instead you not only went out and dyed your hair that atrocious color you’ve been out fraternizing with boys and wearing ungodly clothes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you think we wouldn’t know what you’ve been up to? I’m sure it's the boy you’ve been seeing, he’s corrupting you.”

“He’s doing nothing of the sort, how do you even know all that… have you been having people watching me?!”

“Well it was the right move to do, seeing as though you were waiting for a critical time during my campaign to act out like this.”

      It was the first time father spoke this whole argument and of course it’s about his stupid campaign. Again they are disregarding my privacy and my choices, typical. My fingers curled into fists as I tried to control my temper but the fire was already beyond control and the flames spilled into my words.

“I’m sorry to disappoint your expectations but Chan has nothing to do with my hair. I’ve been dying my hair since my first year at college, oh I got a tattoo too if your spies didn’t already tell you that. I’ve been keeping up appearances for your sake but I’m tired of it. The wigs are itchy and the clothes you have me wear can barely be called fashionable.”

“Then you will dye your hair back to its natural color and you will not see this “Chan” boy anymore because obviously your tastes have changed because of this trouble,” the venom that dripped from Father’s voice as he spoke about Chan made my blood boil.

“You’re not listening! Chan has nothing to do with this, I’ve had my hair like this for years and had those other clothes far longer. I’m tired of living like your doll, me! Why are you trying to blame someone else?”

“It’s already too late, she isn’t in her right mind right now.”

“Kyunghoon is such a good boy, better than this other one. You were barely at the gala before this other boy whisked you off to god knows where. Obviously, you're not thinking clearly. I should talk to Kyunghoon’s parents and-” Mother mused.

“You will most certainly not. Kyunghoon is a sleaze bag. For your sake I’ve been polite to him but I will not have him around me any more than the occasional passing during functions,” I shot back instantly, my skin crawling as flashes of that night flew through my mind once again.

“You will not speak about President Jeon’s son in such a way! If you do not adhere to what I have told you do not think that boy will be safe from harm's way?”

“I won’t. Before I am your daughter, I am my own person. I’ve allowed you to control too much of my life that you are forgetting that this life is my own. If you want to keep your “beloved” daughter and your image of this “perfect” family, then you will let me live my life as I choose because I will not allow you to control me anymore. I am actually happy for once and I will do everything within my power to protect it. I won’t let you guys ruin it again.”

      I made direct eye contact with my father as I spoke, challenging him to test the truth behind my words. My father sputtered at my response, his face going red with anger, as I stood there calmly with my head held high. My mother shrieked at me with threats and insults, telling me to leave immediately. I gave a polite bow of my head before turning on my heel and walking out. Sitting in my car, I rested my head on the steering wheel as I let the conversation sink into my mind. Will this probably blow up in my face? Yes, but I’m not alone in this. Things will work out… I’ll make sure of it. I lifted my head and started the car, allowing the drive to calm my nerves. Before I got out of the car to go home I dialled Chan, I wanted to hear his voice.

“So what do I owe the honor of your call tonight?”

“I’m pretty sure we agreed I would call Chan,” I chuckled at his greeting.

“That we did… how was it? On a scale of one to ten, how bad?”

“I would say it was a solid eleven on my parents side but for me, hmm… a good four?”

“You took them for a few rounds didn’t you princess? Finally showing your bad apple I see.”

“I learned from the best didn’t I?”

      We both laugh quietly as a silence settles between us, comfortable and warming. His voice wraps around my heart and calms the anxiety that was chewing away at me. That feeling was sadly unavoidable when this was the first occurrence where I stood up to my parents. Before I could really go into a spiral his voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“So did you make it home safe?”

“I am safely in my car at the apartment parking lot. I didn’t want to wait so I called you once I turned the car off.”

“You should go in now, it’s already really late and it’s not safe to lurk in your car at this time of night.”

      His voice softened as he urged me to go inside causing a faint smile to grace my face. After a bit more coaxing on his side I reluctantly left the car and made my way up to the apartment where we said our good nights before I slipped in.

[writing-radionoises]

grounding

ship: none, dazai & akutagawa bullshit

genre: emotional hurt/comfort

prompt: akutagawa has a flashback, dazai tries to comfort

notes: more ada akutagawa because this is my city bitches. anyways.

It’s not the first mission Akutagawa has been on.

Though it definitely feels like it, as it’s the first mission he’s been on with Osamu Dazai since their mafia days.

He’s been with the agency so long, it feels strange to actually be on a mission with Dazai. Though, to be fair, he ignored and avoided Dazai for months until Dazai eventually tried to repair their relationship.

It was going to be fine. His unease with Dazai had since passed after finally accepting that Dazai was a coworker, not his mentor.

The two were being prepared in the back alley, sent to investigate the case of an ability user gone rogue. Akutagawa wrapped bandages around his hands and arms for added support, while Dazai was patting down each and every one of his pockets of his trenchcoat to make sure he had everything.

It was fine, Akutagawa was calm.

Up until Dazai reached into a pocket and pulled out a handgun, checking the ammo in it, and it sent Akutagawa spiraling.

His vision darkened and he felt his heart seize up, a soft noise of alarm falling from his mouth as he watched Dazai carefully.

He’s one his knees, in front of Dazai.

His hands are held up, trembling like he was caught by the police.

His trenchcoat was discarded, soaking in the blood puddle nearby in the dark, cave-like room.

The gun pressed against his forehead is cold, but the rest of his body feels hot.

He’s overheating.

He’s scared.

What is he supposed to do if Dazai pulls the trigger?

He’s going to die.

It’ll all be over, he’ll never see Gin again, never see Higuchi, never get to go home again, never get to see his cat again.

Oh god.

“Pl, please…” Akutagawa begged, looking up at Dazai with fear in his eyes, “Please, Dazai-san, please don’t shoot me.”

“Why not?” Dazai protested, his finger twitched against the trigger and Akutagawa felt his heart start to beat even faster, “You have nothing to live for, Akutagawa. If you can’t live up to my expectations, there’s no reason for you to live.”

… He’s right.

The concrete beneath Akutagawa’s knees is digging in, they’ll be sore and red if he manages to stand up again.

He really has to cough. He’s holding his breath because even one little movement could get Dazai off, and he could die.

His arms are… So tired.

Rashomon is curling around his body like a protective lover, manifesting from his silken white button up.

“D, Dazai-san, I have someone to go home to, s, someone to protect… You don’t want my blood on your consciousness, I promise,” Ryunosuke continues to beg, swallowing thickly, “I’m begging you, please don’t kill me.”

His voice trembles from his own fear, it’s uncontrollable, but he’s doing his best to remain calm.

He pushes back any thoughts of Gin as far away from his mind as possible.

If he dies, he dies. There is nothing he can do about it.

Even if Gin evokes a certain wrath upon Dazai after he’s gone, Akutagawa will still be dead.

… He should’ve died years ago, honestly.

Maybe Dazai-san is doing him a favor.

“Everyone has someone to protect,” Dazai protested, “You’re nothing special.”

He pulls the trigger.

“Please don’t shoot me!” Ryunosuke cries out, falling to his knees in front of Dazai as he clutches his chest.

Tears spill out of his eyes, his body shakes without control.

He can’t die. He can’t die yet, he has so much to live for, oh god-

He can see Atsushi’s frowning face, Kyouka’s face of disapproval, Gin crying in her room.

“Please don’t! I beg of you!” He cried out again.

Dazai quickly drops his gun, his eyes wide as he watches Ryunosuke with panic.

“Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Dazai replied, as quickly and calm as possible as he puts his hands up cautiously, beginning to walk towards Akutagawa, “I don’t have anything to hurt you with, look!”

Dazai begins to empty his pockets as he gets on his knees a distance away from Akutagawa. He takes out his wallet, his keys, thousands upon thousands of receipts.

He takes out his watch, his agency identification card, stun gun, literally everything, then taking off his coat and throws it over Akutagawa’s shoulders.

“Calm down, calm down,” Dazai hushes softly, Akutagawa’s breath hitches quietly as he glues his eyes to the gravel below him.

There’s silence between them as Akutagawa continues to shake, desperately trying to dry his eyes.

He’s not going to die today, Dazai isn’t here to hurt him.

“Do you remember what Atsushi taught you?” Dazai asked calmly, “The countdown grounding?”

Akutagawa nods.

“Okay, let’s do that, okay? Tell me five things you can see.”

Akutagawa lifts his head up, looking around the alleyway cautiously.

“Receipts on the concrete… Street lamp in the distance… Five or so windows above us… Your wallet, and… Ivy growing up the alleyway walls,” he reports, softly.

“Okay, that’s good,” Osamu continued, “Four things you can hear?”

Dazai’s voice is one, it’s calming and nothing like the tone he had heard all those years before.

There’s cars in the distance, honking and engines.

He can hear the electronic buzzing of the street lamp, and wind howling behind him.

“There’s your voice… And cars in a distance, the street lamp is buzzing… And the wind is howling.”

Dazai nods with a smile.

“Three things you can feel.”

Dazai’s trench coat. It’s heavy and warm, not necessarily soft from it’s years of usage, but it’s nice.

The concrete beneath his knees. It’s hard and jagged, it hurts his knees.

The cold chain of the locket around his neck. It’s so light, he barely feels the coldness of it until he’s in a moment like this one.

“Trenchcoat, concrete, locket,” Akutagawa replies.

“Good,” praised the brunette, “Second to last one, two things you can smell.”

“Motor oil,” Akutagawa responds almost instantly, it’s an overwhelming smell even from in this small alleyway.

It’s not very pleasant.

“And… Kunikida’s cologne. It’s all over your jacket.”

Dazai stifles a chuckle, “Yes, he tends to accidentally spray it on me. Last one, take a deep breath, okay?”

Akutagawa does as told, counting to three as he inhaled and to four as he exhaled.

His heartbeat has decreased back into normal, out of the panic zone, and shaking lessened.

“Good job, Akutagawa,” Dazai replied, “Are you okay?”

Akutagawa nods, “I’m fine, we need to get going on this mission…”

Dazai’s brows furrow as he nods a no, “No, you’re not okay. You’re still shaking, and I’ve seriously scared you. I’m calling Kunikida and we’re switching you out.”

“Dazai-san, you don’t have t-”

“You come before any of our missions,” Dazai insisted, picking up his phone from off the ground, “And it’s okay to admit you’re not okay.”

Akutagawa sighs, relaxing once more as Dazai dials up Kunikida. He removes Dazai’s jacket from off his shoulders, giving the jacket a reassuring squeeze.

There are parts of Dazai that will never change, Akutagawa supposes.

And in this moment, he’s starting to regret tossing out Dazai’s old jacket from his mafia days.

Sure, the Jacket was old, filthy and covered in blood, full of his past traumas, but it was comforting.

… He needs a new jacket.

Within at least ten minutes, Kunikida’s car pulls up soon after Dazai has picked up all his things, and Kyouka hops out of the car instead.

She pats Akutagawa on the head with a smile.

“Trade out, Kunikida is waiting for you,” she says, and Akutagawa nods as he hands Kyouka Dazai’s jacket, getting up and getting into Kunikida’s car.

Kunikida readjusted his rear view mirror, looking at Akutagawa through it.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and Akutagawa pauses.

“Not… Really,” he admits, “I’m sorry for causing trouble.”

“Don’t worry about it, this stuff happens all the time. Let’s get you back to the agency,” Kunikida replies, “Atsushi’s waiting.”

A slight smile appeared on Akutagawa’s face.

He’s still getting used to saying he’s not okay.

[teacupfulofstarshine]

pattonella part 7: and y’all thought this au was dead

yes, it has been a year since i updated this. no, i do not care. 

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // read on ao3!! 

tw: mild injury, minor blood mention, anxiety, nightmare mentions, mention of death

logan doesn’t regret his decisions. 

he doesn’t really have time for regret. he makes what he thinks is the most logical decision, and he rolls with the consequences. he can count exactly four times that he’s regretted a decision (and all of them involve either thomas or roman or both bursting into tears). now, curling into the fetal position to protect his head as a draft horse rears above him, hooves the side of his head about to crash through his fragile ribcage and even more fragile skull, he adds a fifth decision to his very short list of regrets. 

he can hear roman’s voice, high and frantic, and he knows he should probably get up but he’s pretty sure he hit his head. everything is slightly fuzzy around the edges, and then he hears virgil. he’s using that strange language again, the one logan doesn’t speak, and it seeps into the air, thick and liquid like honey. 

strange lights spiral up the horse’s rear legs, wrapping around its torso and tail and front legs and neck and it’s different from what logan has seen of virgil’s magic so far. it leaves a strange gray dust in its wake, spreading and cracking across the horse’s body. 

logan waits for the inevitable crash of hooves on flagstone (or hooves on bone), but it doesn’t come. when he finally manages to open his eyes, he sees virgil, standing above him, hands and eyes glowing a brilliant purple. his gaze shifts a few feet, and he sees the horse above him. 

he keeps waiting for the hooves to drop, but they never do. the big, black horse is now gray and unmoving. it’s been turned completely to stone. “are you okay?!” virgil asks, voice layered and thick with magic. 

“what . . . happened? what . . . what did you . . . ah, my head . . .” 

“logan?!” 

suddenly, roman appears, dropping to his knees and gently touching logan’s face. his fingertips are red when he pulls them away. why would they be red? logan doesn’t understand . . . 

“we gotta get you back to the palace,” roman decides firmly. logan feels the world spin and shift beneath him, and suddenly someone is holding him. he can hear his little brother’s voice, making some kind of big announcement. (he knows it’s a big announcement because roman’s voice has his Prince Tone, which he only pulls out for official declarations.) 

logan’s not conscious for much longer after that. 

*~*~*~*~* 

the second he sees virgil’s magic wrap around the horse, roman is running. he can hear patton’s footsteps following after him, but his eyes are locked firmly on his brother. he sinks to his knees next to logan, frantically calling his name and touching his head. his fingers come away wet with blood from a graze on logan’s temple. 

he sees patton touching virgil’s shoulder, bringing his arms down and murmuring calmly to him, but roman can only focus on his brother. “we gotta get you back to the palace,” roman says, shifting logan’s body carefully so that he can stand with his brother in his arms. the citizens are starting to gather around them, and that’s not good at all. 

“good citizens!” roman announces, pouring all his regality into his voice. “it appears there has been a mishap with a horse. my brother, prince logan, was not seriously injured, but we will take him to the court physician immediately, just to be safe.” 

a young man comes barrelling through the crowd, dropping to his knees in front of roman; he recognizes him as the castle blacksmith’s young son. “your highness! i am so sorry, please, please forgive me!” he sounds like he’s about to cry - looks it, too. “i - it was my fault! that’s father’s horse, i spooked him by dropping a bucket and he ran, please, i - i didn’t mean to hurt the prince, please!” 

“my brother is not seriously injured,” roman says, not unkindly. “i’m sure he will make a full recovery.” 

“you all might want to move out of the way,” virgil says, voice strained. “i can’t hold this stone spell forever!” roman, the young man, and patton quickly scramble away as virgil drops his glowing hands. the stone skin on the horse cracks and crumbles, dissolving into dust as the horse’s front hooves come crashing down. 

before he can rear up again, virgil grabs his bridle, pressing a hand to his chest and murmuring another spell. this one is slower, softer, and the horse calms a little, tossing his head and whinnying but no longer rearing. “shhhh, shhhh-shhhh-shhhh, there we go,” virgil murmurs, stroking the horse’s nose. “good boy.” 

“i - i’m so sorry,” the young man stammers again. roman shakes his head. 

“you don’t need to apologize, and i’m sure that logan would tell you the same thing. it wasn’t your fault that the horse was startled. go on, take him home now, and be a bit more careful that you tie him up next time, alright?” 

“of - of course! thank you, so much, prince roman, thank you so much -” the boy gasps. he takes the horse’s bridle and leads him back towards the shop. 

“patton, virgil, come with me,” roman says. they both press close behind him as he sweeps into the castle. out of the corner of his eye, he can see patton wrapping an arm around virgil to support him. 

roman tells the first servant he sees to inform thomas of what’s happened, and then he leads them to the southern wing of the palace. it’s a large, spacious suite full of windows to let the sun in, and it fences in a sheltered courtyard garden where all sorts of medicinal herbs and plants are grown. the castle doctor is draped lazily in the window seat, reading a massive leather book. “what’s happenin’, babes, you’re interruptin’ - prince roman?” 

“there was an incident, doctor picani, something’s happened to logan.” in an instant, the doctor’s manner changes. roman gently places logan on the bed, stretching him out and arranging him on his back as though he’s asleep. 

“what happened?” 

“there was a horse,” virgil says, voice whispery as he sits down hard on a chair next to the bed. “big, a draft horse. it grazed his head with its front hoof when it was spooked and rearing. he was conscious for a few minutes, if dazed, but now he - you - you have to help him, please.” doctor picani carefully cleans and bandages the cut on logan’s head. “he’s alright, prince roman. i’ll put ‘im through his paces when he wakes up, but i don’t think he’s seriously injured. now, are you gonna introduce me to these lovely little darlin’s you’ve brought with you?” 

“this is patton sanders, the rightful and newly reinstated lord of the sanders manor, and his brother, virgil. patton, virgil, this is doctor remy picani.” 

“a pleasure, your lordship,” remy hums, bowing with a flourish. 

“just - just patton is fine.”

“do you want somethin’ for that magical exhaustion, babes?” 

virgil startles. “for what?”

“the magical exhaustion. it’s plain as the freckles on your brother’s face, i’d be a damn fool of a doctor if i didn’t recognize it, and i wouldn’t be a very good husband, either.” 

“you’re married?” 

remy wiggles his left hand at them, where a gold ring gleams on his fourth finger. “my husband’s one of the castle gardeners. he tends my medicinal garden for me, and he also grows the most beautiful flowers. i took his last name, because mine’s garbage. he’s got a little plant magic, and i know what magical exhaustion looks like. you’ve got it bad.” 

“i . . . yeah, i guess i have been pushing myself . . .” remy goes into the courtyard looking for his husband, and only a few minutes later the doors burst open. the noise startles virgil, who jumps, but it’s thomas, running into the room. “roman?! where is he, where’s lo?!” 

“he’s here, thomas, he’s here, he’s okay,” roman says, hurrying towards his brother. thomas catches roman and pulls him into his arms, hugging him tightly, and roman finally lets himself relax and be afraid. he hides his face in his big brother’s shoulder and pretends he isn’t shaking. 

“it’s okay, ro,” thomas murmurs, gently stroking his back. “it’s all gonna be okay.” 

*~*~*~*~*

when the doctor comes back, there’s a shorter man with him, holding his hand. his hair is a wild nest of curls, his eyes are unnaturally green, and he reminds virgil of patton. he’s carrying a small handful of leaves, and he quickly lights a fire with a wave of his hand under a teakettle in the corner. 

“do you how do, everybody! my husband says you’ve got some magical exhaustion symptoms?” virgil nods, a little too stunned to react properly, and the man smiles. “well, this tea’ll get you fixed up right as rain! i know how much it sucks, but don’t worry. it’ll be alright!” 

“this is emile, my wonderful husband,” remy says. emile turns pink and goes up on his tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 

“rem, you’re embarrassing me!” 

“oh, i haven’t even started embarrassin’ you, darlin’,” remy teases. emile squeaks and swats at his hand, but even though virgil is exhausted and feels as though he’s about to pass out he can tell that they love each other. the tea finishes far more quickly than it should, and emile pours him a nice warm cup. 

“drink it all up, you’ll feel loads better, i promise!” 

virgil is hesitant to sip at the tea, but emile is right. the second he swallows the first mouthful, he instantly feels revitalized. “this . . . is amazing.” 

“it is, isn’t it? you’ll still have to take it easy for a little while, no major spells for a day or so, but you’ll be alright. i hear you’re the one who saved our second prince, then?” 

“y - yeah, i - i turned the horse to stone, and then when logan was safe i dropped that spell and used a calming spell to stop the horse from freaking out more.” 

“and you put all those protection spells on me earlier,” roman adds. emile’s eyes widen, and virgil winces. 

“you did what? that’s so much magic, virgil! you’ll definitely need to take it easy after all that.” 

“virgil?” roman says softly. virgil looks up at him. “it - it’s almost like you knew that logan was gonna get attacked by that horse. you reacted so fast, it’s like you - like you knew.” 

virgil feels his heart sink. 

“d . . . did you know?” thomas asks. virgil stares guiltily at the ground. 

“i . . . i have . . . nightmares, sometimes. visions. they always come in sets of three - there’s something from the recent past, something from the present, and something from the near future. i had a nightmare, earlier. i - i saw something that happened during roman’s training match.” 

“past,” patton murmurs, taking his hand.

“i - i saw you two snuggling and laughing, just like you were when i burst into the room when i woke up.” “that was present then,” thomas says. 

“and - and then i - i saw logan, c - crumpled underneath a m-massive horse, and - and i knew that had to be the future. so i was - i was nervous that something might happen. so i was paying attention, but - but not enough attention to stop him from getting hurt -”

“virgil,” thomas says. virgil cuts himself off immediately. “you saved logan’s life.”

“i - wh - how -”

“if you hadn’t been here, if you hadn’t had that vision, if you hadn’t had your magic, logan would most certainly have been killed by that horse. but he wasn’t, because you saved him.” 

virgil nearly drops the teacup in shock when thomas, the king’s eldest son, the crown prince in all but name, the heir to the god damn throne, pulls away from roman and drops to one knee in front of him. roman stares in shock for only a moment longer before he’s following his brother’s lead. 

“wh - wha - y - your majesty, wh - what are you -”

“we owe you a great debt, virgil,” thomas says, voice formal and regal. you have the gratitude of the royal family for the service you have performed here today. this will not be forgotten.” 

“you - you don’t need to -”

“we would have lost logan without you, virgil,” roman says. he and thomas stay on one knee for a moment longer before standing up. thomas gently puts a hand on virgil’s shoulder and smiles at him, and he’s no longer the heir to the throne. he’s just a very worried, very relieved older brother. 

that puts virgil a little bit at ease. 

*~*~*~*~*

“roman, sweetheart?” 

patton reaches a hand toward the youngest prince. roman has his back to him, staring out the window and decidedly not looking at logan’s pale form in the bed. “ro?” 

roman turns to face him, and his eyes are watery. patton reaches toward his face, unsure if roman wants to be touched right now, but his question is answered when roman leans forward and rests his cheek against patton’s hand. patton gently sweeps his thumb over roman’s cheek and steps into his arms. 

“logan is okay,” he murmurs. “he’ll be alright.” roman is the taller of the two of them, and patton can’t stop himself from smiling as roman nuzzles into his hair. 

“i know,” he says, “but - but he’s my big brother. i’m supposed to be the fighter, the one who puts themself in danger and gets hurt protecting people, and - and he - he’s hurt now, and i can’t - if virgil hadn’t been there, i couldn’t have saved  him.”

“but virgil was there,” patton soothes. “and logan’s gonna be okay.”

“i’m supposed to leave,” roman says softly. “i - i have to go, tonight, but - but i don’t want to leave while logan is still like this.” 

“you don’t have to leave just yet,” patton murmurs. “you can stay here with us for now. you can wait for a while, and when he wakes up you’ll see that he’s okay.” 

“okay . . .”

“do you have to go?” patton asks. his voice is small, and he knows it’s stupid to ask this of roman but he can’t stop himself. “you - the bandits are dangerous, right? i don’t - i don’t want it to be you in that hospital bed.” 

“it is dangerous, love, but i have to go. that’s my job as the captain of the knights and prince of the kingdom. i’m sworn to protect the citizens in any way i can, no matter what happens.”

“i understand,” patton says, because he does understand, even if he doesn’t like it. 

“but,” roman says, moving one hand to carefully tip patton’s chin back. the sunlight strikes roman’s eyes and lights them up, making his irises appear to glow, and patton forgets how to breathe. 

“i’m also sworn to you, my darling. i promised that you wouldn’t have to worry ever again, that i would be here for you from now on. i’m hardly going to let some measly troop of bandits take me away from you, am i?” 

“you promise?” 

“may i kiss you, darling?”  “you may,” patton breathes, and roman kisses him. his hand slides up to twist his fingers through patton’s hair, and patton presses his entire body as close to roman as he can. roman’s other hand slides down to hold his waist, firm and protective. his thumb sweeps over patton’s hipbone, and patton is gone. 

they end up curled on the windowsill, snuggling in the warm sunlight. roman sits with his back braced against the wall, and patton slides up between his legs to lay against his chest. roman holds him tightly, gently stroking his back, chin resting on top of patton’s head. despite what’s happened, the sunlight is warm, and roman is warmer, and his heartbeat is strong and steady and soothing, and patton finds himself dozing off. 

he’s not sure how long he’s asleep, but he wakes up to someone gently shaking his shoulder. “lord sanders?” it’s the doctor, remy. 

“y’can call me patton,” he yawns, sitting up. roman stirs when he moves, rubbing at his eyes. 

“patton, prince roman, logan’s awake.” 

that wakes them both up almost instantly, and patton practically trips over himself as they hurry over to the bed. logan is sitting up, one hand pressed to his forehead and the other held tightly between both of virgil’s. thomas isn’t in the room, and patton watches the doctor call a servant to go and tell him the news. 

“lo!” 

logan turns to look at his brother and smiles. “hello, roman. how are you?”

“how am i?! how are you?! you got knocked in the head by a horse, logan, i -” 

“roman, i assure you that i am alright. i have a headache, and my memory of the event is a tad fuzzy, but i will survive, i promise.” 

roman makes a weird noise and leans down to hug logan tightly. “i was so worried for you, idiot brother.” 

logan hugs him back with his free hand, gently patting his shoulder. “and i care very much for you, too, roman.” 

when roman finally lets go of roman, he steps back and takes patton’s hand, lacing their fingers together. remy examines logan for a few minutes, looking at his eyes and asking him questions and taking the bandage off his head. there’s a cut on his forehead, a straight line that slices down past his temple. 

“you’re very lucky,” remy says. “a couple inches either side, and you’d’ve lost either your eye or your life. but as it stands, i think you’re alright. you’ve got a mild concussion, so you’re gonna need to take it easy for a couple days.” 

“i do not have the time for that, remy, i have work to do.” logan tries to stand up, wobbles, and immediately sits down. “oh, that - that was a poor decision.”

“yes, it was,” remy says snarkily. “you’re on bed rest for at least forty-eight hours. no reading, no writing, no walking around, no nothing. you will be sleeping and resting, do you hear me?” 

“yes, doctor,” logan mutters. remy cleans the cut and rewraps the bandage. “do i have to stay here?” 

“i suppose you can go back to your own bedroom, prince logan.” 

“i’ll go with you,” virgil says immediately. “i’ll - i can sit with you, and i’ll - i can read to you, if you want.”

“would you do that for me?” logan asks. “i - i think i would like that very much, virgil.” virgil smiles, cheeks faint pink, and patton smiles, too. it’s become clear to him that while virgil and logan are less physically affectionate than he and roman are, they’re no less loving. 

“prince roman?” 

there’s a guard in the doorway. “your highness, the knights are ready to depart. will you be joining them?” 

roman nods. “yes, yes of course. they need me. tell them i’ll be down shortly.”

“of course, sir.” 

the guard leaves, and roman turns to patton. “i’ll be back in a few days, my darling. i promise.”

“i believe you,” patton says, pushing up to press a gentle kiss to roman’s mouth. roman smiles and kisses him again, bending him backwards just slightly with a hand on the small of his back. “be safe, roman.” 

“i will, patton.” 

*~*~*~*~*

when logan finally heads back to his bedroom, virgil helps him. he carefully wraps an arm around logan’s waist, and logan drapes an arm over his shoulders. they walk slowly through the castle, logan murmuring directions as they turn through the halls. 

“i’m glad you’re not dead,” virgil says, pushing open the huge door that leads to logan’s bedroom. 

“yeah?” 

“of course i am! you - you’re one of the nicest people i’ve ever met, and - and you’re really funny, even though you’re not super obvious about it like pat and his puns, and - and you’re so smart, really, it scares me how smart you are sometimes and - and i just - i just really, really like you, logan.”

“i really, really like you too, virgil,” the prince says. he smiles fondly, and virgil feels his entire heart explode from joy. he carefully helps logan sit on the bed before rummaging around for the pajamas he’d borrowed from logan that first night. 

“here, you - can you get changed yourself?” 

“i think so,” he says. virgil puts his glasses on the night table and very deliberately does not stare at logan’s pale skin as he gets changed. “you can look now,” logan calls, sounding amused, and virgil is certain that he’s scarlet as he turns around. 

in so doing, however, he manages to catch a glimpse of logan’s pale collarbone as he slowly finishes buttoning up his shirt, and he almost passes out himself. logan smiles at him, slow and sweet, eyes just a little hazy from his head wound, and virgil clears his head. 

“my - my book, it’s over on the armchair.”

“i thought the doctor said you were supposed to be resting, lo?”

“he did, but - but you said you were gonna read to me, didn’t you?”

“oh! right, yeah, i - i did say that.” 

virgil grabs the thick, heavy book and heaves it onto the bed. logan pulls at the covers, and virgil carefully takes them from him. “what are you doing?” 

“i - uh - i’m tucking you in. if - if you want, that is.” 

logan blushes. “i . . . would like that, yes.” 

logan crawls into bed, positioning himself against the mountains of fluffy pillows as virgil tugs the feather-filled quilt and knit blankets up around him. “you’ll be alright, logan.”

“i know,” logan smiles. “oh - virgil?”

“yeah?”

“i - i don’t think i ever said this, so - so thank you.” 

“for what?”

“i understand that you were the one who saved my life.” 

virgil feels the blush return full force. “i - it was my pleasure, lo, really, i - i couldn’t just - i couldn’t let you die.” 

“and you didn’t. i’m still here, thanks to you.” 

virgil looks at the window, because he knows that if he spends a millisecond more looking at the earnest gratitude and care on logan’s face he’ll start crying. “that’s - y-you’re welcome, logan. really.”

“i think i’d like to take a nap now,” logan says. virgil looks at him. 

“lo?”

“yes?”

“can i - no, nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“virgil.” logan reaches out and takes his hand between both of his, squeezing it gently. “nothing that you need is stupid.”

“i didn’t need it, though, i - i just wanted -”

“and your wants are not stupid, either. you have had a hard life, but no more. if there is anything i can do to make your life easier, anything that i can give you or get for you, then i will. you are not an imposition on me. tell me, what was it?” 

“i - i just . . . wanted . . . to know if i could - if i could give you a goodnight kiss,” virgil mumbles. logan stares at him for a moment before breaking into a large, dopey smile. 

“oh, virgil. you never have to ask about something like that. of course you can kiss me goodnight.” 

virgil carefully brings his hands up to cup logan’s face. “i . . . i really, really like you, logan.”

“and i really, really like you,” logan says, amused. 

“i don’t - i can’t say i love you, yet, because i’ve only known you a little bit, but - but i think - i really think i could love you, logan. i really think i will love you. so - so all i can say right now is that i really, really like you, and hope that’s enough.”

“it is more than enough,” logan says, voice soft and sincere. “you are more than enough.”

virgil leans in to kiss him, and then he kisses him again, and again and again and again. 

logan doesn’t get to sleep for quite some time. 

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After the End: Chapter 12- The Shop

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, George Weasley

Read Chapters 1-11 Here

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“George asked me to go into the shop today. The holiday crowds are picking up and they need all the help they can get,” Ron said. “I’m so sorry, but I’ll be back before dinner—“

“Can I come with you?”

Ron paused in packing up his lunch. “Come with me where?”

“To the shop.”

Ron looked at her blankly. “George’s shop?”

“Unless you’re working at some other shop,” Hermione said wryly.

“I er…why?” asked Ron.

“To see you work.”

“It’s not that interesting.”

She sighed at him impatiently and secretly it lifted his spirits. She’d seemed much more herself in the last day or two, enough so that he felt all right about going back to work. “You always downplay yourself Ron, you need to stop doing that. I haven’t been to the shop in months, I think it would be interesting to see you and George working.”

“Don’t you think you should stay here and rest?”

She rolled her eyes. “Well it’s not like I’ll be dancing ballet and using defensive spells all over is it? I’ll just sit quietly in your office.”

Ron snorted. “You have never sat quietly anywhere.”

She frowned at him. “I’m coming with you. I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

He threw his hands up and called after her, “We don’t need to leave for half an hour!”

They apparated directly into his office. “It’s er…not very clean right now,” said Ron, as he hurriedly attempted to straighten a stack of papers on his desk. 

“Is it ever clean?” she asked with a knowing smile. “I know this is how you work. It’s not my preference but if it works for you then…that’s fine.”

“Oh. Thanks,” he said.

“Ron, did you—oh, hello Hermione,” said George as he stuck his head in the office.

“Hi George,” she said.

“Feeling better then?”

“A bit yes.”

“Good. That’s good. Are you finally leaving that blasted school and taking a job here?” he asked with a grin.

“I think we can all agree my temperament isn’t exactly suited for a joke shop.”

“Too right,” George said. “Ron, did you get the invoices for that big order from last week?”

“They were supposed to owl them over last night,” Ron said. “I’ll check with Daisy.”

“Great, leave them on my desk when you’ve got them.”

“Will do.”

“Good to see you Hermione,” said George, tossing her a last smile before he disappeared back into the hallway.

“Come on then, I’ll give you the tour before we open,” Ron said, taking her hand and leading her onto the balcony hallway that overlooked the store. “So that’s my office, obviously. And then George’s is down there, he’s got the window, git.”

“Oi! It’s my bloody shop!” George yelled from somewhere out of sight.

“Yeah, yeah.” Ron rolled his eyes. “So then this is the workshop.”

He opened the door between the two offices to reveal an absolutely enormous workroom. Several long tables ran down the center with all sort of experiments and bits and bobs along them. Unlike Ron’s office this was extremely neat and tidy. “So this is where George works on new product. I wouldn’t touch anything,” he said hastily as she stepped closer to the first table.

“This is fascinating,” Hermione said excitedly. “George really is a genius, some of the things in here are absolutely incredible magic.”

“Yeah he spends a fair amount of time in here,” said Ron. “Loves fiddling around. I think he sleeps here sometimes.”

There was a touch of worry in his voice but he quickly moved past it. “Come on. I want to show you the floor.”

They walked down the spiral staircase to the main floor of the shop, which was even grander than Hermione remembered. Everything was bedecked in Christmas decorations; wreaths that twinkled and changed color, spinning Christmas trees on every counter, and a massive sign that flashed Naughty or Nice when someone stood underneath it. Hermione suspected it might be rigged when she walked by and it flashed “Very Naughty” at her and recommended some adult-only products. “You’ve moved the registers,” she observed.

“Yeah, I thought with the layout it might be better for traffic flow through the shop,” said Ron. “And it’s closer to the stock room so if we have to pull something from there for a customer it goes a lot quicker.”

“Seems like a good choice.”

The front door opened, letting in a blast of cold air and a young woman with curly blonde hair stepped inside. “Good morning Mr. Weasley,” she said, unwrapping her scarf.

“Morning Daisy. And it’s just Ron,” he said. “This is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is our head clerk Daisy.”

“Oh it’s so lovely to meet you!” said Daisy brightly, shaking Hermione’s hand. “Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley have talked so much about you. Mr. Weasley the most obviously.”

“Er, right,” said Hermione. “Lovely to meet you as well.”

“Well I’ll just get on with opening procedures then Mr. Weasley,” said Daisy, scurrying away.

“Does that get confusing, her calling you and George both Mr. Weasley?” Hermione asked as they walked back upstairs.

“Incredibly,” said Ron. “We’ve told her to call us Ron and George but she just won’t. Personally I think she can’t remember which of us is which. But she’s really good with customers and keeps a cool head so we just let her go.”

As soon as the shop opened it was flooded with people. Hermione could hear the din from upstairs in the office as Ron worked and she sat quietly, sometimes reading a book, but mostly just watching him. It was mesmerizing. Never before had she seen him so confident, so sure of himself. A great lump of pride lodged itself in her chest as she watched him deal with bills, sort out a mess of an order form, and bicker with George about the price of a large shipment of Doxie dung.

“Mr. Weasley?” Daisy poked her head into the office. 

“You can call me Ron, Daisy,” he reminded her again.

“Right, well, Angus just sent an owl, he’s ill and won’t be in today, which means we’re short two clerks since Eloise already left for her holiday.”

Ron nodded. “I’ll come down in just a minute.”

Hermione closed her book. “You’re going to help downstairs?”

“Yeah sometimes when the shop is crazed George and I take turns running the front. What?” he asked when she continued to look at him.

“I’m just so proud of you,” she said, instantly making his ears go red. “I always knew you could do something like this and here you are just…doing it all so wonderfully.”

“Er, thanks.”

Hermione stood at the railing of the walkway and watched as Ron filled orders, took payments, and restocked the shelves even as dozens of customers continued to pour into the shop. “Ma’am,” he said calmly, “I understand that you don’t like the smell of the product your son bought, but he did buy it and it is intended to stink up your entire home in less than five seconds. It says so right on the packaging.”

“Well why was it sold to him in the first place?” the woman yelled. “He’s a child!”

“Ma’am we can’t control the products our patrons buy except for our items specifically labeled ages seventeen and up, which Weasley’s Fantastic Farting Fumigators are not.”

“My house has been stinking for a week!”

“Again, I’m terribly sorry that you don’t like the product. I’m just going to have you go see Daisy right there and she’s going to process a full refund for you, all right?”

“Well,” the woman grumbled, “that’s just fine then I suppose.”

“Excellent, right to the register then. Happy Christmas and all that. Daisy! Full refund! I’m heading back upstairs all right?”

“Candy cane?”

George leaned up against the railing next to her, the offered sweet in his hand. Hermione had been on the receiving end of enough Weasley pranks that she knew better. She raised her eyebrows at him. “What flavor is it? Liver or something?”

“Actually it’s dirty socks, but good guess,” said George with a grin. “Like what you see?” He nodded toward the floor where Ron was now helping a little boy reach something on a top shelf.

Hermione smiled as six boxes fell and Ron tried to catch them all at once. “He’s doing a brilliant job.”

“I don’t know what I’d have done without him all these months,” said George. “Without—“ he swallowed, “you know. It’s just been good that he’s here.” 

He looked sideways at Hermione. “Don’t go telling him that though he’ll get all big headed and think he deserves a raise or something.”

“You could just tell him you know,” Hermione said. “It might do you both some good to speak your minds for once.”

George’s gaze softened. “He knows.” He straightened. “I was kidding, it’s Christmas pudding flavored,” he said, handing Hermione the candy cane.

He walked away and she gave it a sniff. It certainly smelled all right, but heaven knew it would probably make her turn into a Christmas tree or something.

Ron bounded back up the stairs around lunchtime when the crowd died down a bit, stopping short when he saw Hermione standing at the railing. “I thought you were reading.”

“It was more fun to watch you,” she said. 

“All in a day’s work,” said Ron. “We here at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes aim to please or your money back.”

“Is that George’s idea?”

“Actually it’s mine. Got to give the customer what they want, even if they’re wrong. Besides, I’d rather lose a couple sickles than have raging customers in here all day. Not good for business to have people yelling about what a nightmare our products can be.”

“That seems very wise.”

“Well I have been known to do all right on occasion. Apparently I do a bit better when I can sort of be my own boss.”

She kissed him on the cheek. “I always knew you would be brilliant. I’m glad I got to see it for myself.”

Ron’s ears turned red. “What’s that you’ve got?” he said, hastily changing the subject.

Hermione held up the candy cane. “George gave it to me.”

“You didn’t eat it did you?”

“No. I’m a bit smarter than that.”

“Good. It’ll turn your tongue green and make you do nothing but sing carols the rest of the day.”

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Kapkan/Glaz sequel in which the Spetsnaz go swimming and some... get wetter than others. (Rating E, explicit, ~4.2k words) - The sequel to this oneshot!

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Glaz’ pencil travels over the thick paper, leaving behind graphite traces which form a whole not yet, but soon. His mind’s eye is closed as he draws exclusively with his physical ones, captures shadows as he sees them and dips and valleys the way they appear before him. Over the soothing practice, he forgets all about the oppressing heat reigning unchecked once more – a few weeks, they were graced with respite from this British record summer, but now it’s returned full force and with a vengeance. Still, it’s easy to leave it behind when he can focus on his favourite hobby. Even if his teammates make it mighty difficult to concentrate.

“Make sure to get me from my best side”, Tachanka rumbles, self-satisfied with the attention he’s receiving.

“Bird’s eye view?”, Fuze guesses from the pool, shit-eating grin immediately extinguished by getting dunked underwater by Kapkan.

“One more unqualified comment like that and I’ll demonstrate why my nickname during training was freight train.”

Their bickering has been going on all day, fuelled by frustration over the heatwave – not even the trip to the SAS-owned pool has managed to lift their spirits significantly. They’re more prickly than usual instead of just lethargic and Glaz knows exactly why. “In German, they’d call your best side your ‘chocolate side’. Marius told me when I sketched his Magpie”, he informs the other three, hoping to defuse the situation somewhat and maybe even switch topics.

“Any side of his is his chocolate side”, states Kapkan, deadpan, and finally allows Fuze to breathe again. “If you didn’t get it – I’m talking about your lovehandles.”

“Shut up or I’ll shove that pool noodle where the sun doesn’t shine.”

Glaz sighs inwardly. He’d been looking forward to lounging by the pool in peace, dip in and out to cool off and get some exercise without ending up panting like he’d just run a marathon, and maybe catch a few glimpses. Just a few. He asked about sketching and stormy eyes locked with his for a split second which felt like forever, and Glaz’ mind already provided ample inspiration, excuses for a specific pose, daydreams and a whole lot more unbidden imagery… but then those grey irises slid away again in disinterest. Whether feigned or not, Glaz couldn’t tell.

Tachanka was the one who volunteered eventually, and instead of relaxing around the people he knows best in this passionless country, Glaz is now stretched out on a chair by the side of the pool, studying the old man’s physique and listening to the other three bicker.

“You can try. I’ve seen you in the water once, and you swim the way you fight – like a tank.”

Kapkan probably thinks his derision comes across as good-natured mockery instead of biting venom. He’s lucky they all have thick skin or one of them would’ve retaliated much more harshly than they tend to do, and a pissed-off Spetsnaz is nothing to scoff at. He has these days when he sharpens his claws on them, like an animal: honing his fangs on his kin, and though he recoils upon a pained sound, he’s planning his next attack nonetheless. Glaz has noticed this since day one – Kapkan carries himself like a predator, watching, assessing, waiting.

He takes himself much too seriously, but a personal jab with no harm intended only would serve to rile him up further instead of prompting a relieved smile.

“I was carrying all my gear. I’d like to see you try to continue your water ballet with Glaz on your shoulders.”

“Hey, you don’t get to watch the show and complain about it!”, Fuze protests. He’s been vainly attempting to gain the upper hand for half an hour now and really should’ve known better than to ask Kapkan of all people to help him improve his hand to hand in water. They all know Kapkan is merciless and not above humiliating his opponent, as showcased by the fact that Kapkan’s hair isn’t even wet and Fuze must’ve swallowed a litre of chlorinated water by now.

“No one would pay money to watch you drown for an hour, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Don’t move so much”, Glaz mutters and instantly regrets drawing attention to himself, because even Fuze and Kapkan cease their wet struggling to regard him curiously.

Tachanka is the one who seems to say what everyone’s thinking: “You’re suspiciously quiet today, lad.”

That’s just my seething fury coupled with the frustration of being disappointed every day, no worries, Glaz thinks and unconsciously glances over at Kapkan, who returns his gaze calmly. “I’m concentrating. Besides, shouldn’t we go back? Our hide-and-seek excuse won’t buy us another hour.”

It’s become an inside joke at Rainbow at this point – an unspoken yet silently agreed upon rule states that once a month, each team is allowed the claim to wanting to improve their navigational skills and sense of perception by utilising the natural terrain of the English countryside. In short: they tell Six they’re basically playing hide and seek so they can go out and do whatever for a few hours. The GIGN have used it to bake a surprise cake for Harry (whose vegan lifestyle makes it difficult to buy cakes for him), the Americans snuck off to Skype with their families on Thanksgiving, and the Germans prepared a barbecue plus an improvised bouncy castle for the 15th of October, when Rainbow celebrates six birthdays all falling into the same week. And today, the Spetsnaz used it to splash around in the SAS-owned pool on base.

Time well spent.

“You’re right. Don’t forget to clean up or it’ll draw suspicion”, Tachanka reminds them and rises from his sunbed like a corpse from a stretcher, complete with groans of the dead and joints popping. “I’ll even help, that’s how refreshed I feel.”

“And the fighting was my idea”, Fuze chimes in between coughs, cheeks reddened and looking wholly miserable, “so I’ll do it.”

Next to him, Kapkan is unfazed by their tussle and surfaces from the pool not even out of breath, rivulets of water running down his torso and making his skin glisten in the indirect sun beams falling in from the skylights. He’s… distracting, and therefore Glaz reacts entirely too late to his teammate joining him and pointing at the sketchbook in his lap. “Can I see?”

Unfortunately, he’s dripping all over it or else Glaz might’ve considered his question, but he’s had one too many books with him out in the rain or the snow and knows how ugly the damage looks on the pages afterwards, so he nearly flings it off into the distance with how vehemently he yanks it aside, and merely hisses a curse in preparation of telling Kapkan off for being this careless.

It’s just -

The only thing that leaves Glaz’ lips is an English: “Fuck me.”

And, well. He overheard someone else use it, probably Twitch or IQ when they burnt their hands, and then he noticed others saying it and though it’s been dancing on his tongue for days, apparently now his brain decided it was time to finally birth it.

Kapkan looks like he slapped him.

“Watch the fucking language”, Tachanka admonishes him with a wide grin. “Someone might think you’re an actual adult, Glazkov.”

His cheeks are killing him, they’re hotter than the air outside and getting flustered now will certainly look suspicious. “Just be more careful. Okay?”, he mumbles into his beard, directed at a thunderstruck Kapkan whose expression is inscrutable.

“You two can go ahead, we got this”, Fuze informs them and this seems to tear the very wet and almost-naked man in front of Glaz out of his stupor.

“Oh, I – I can take over for you. I’ll clean. You go.”

And now Glaz really wishes he had slapped him. What a perfectly obvious excuse to not end up alone with him. Before he gets a chance to drop a cutting remark of his own, Tachanka voices what everyone’s thinking: “You shit in somebody’s cereal, or why don’t you want to go back to base? You need to be forced to tidy usually.”

Fishing for justifications, Kapkan lamely defends himself by claiming he still has something to make up to Fuze – which is likely, yet no reason for him to choose cleaning over lazing about some more – and Glaz has to fight the urge to strangle him. That is, until he realises two can play this game.

“I’ll stay, too”, he announces and suppresses a laugh at how quickly Kapkan’s head snaps in his direction. “I can let my pages dry out in the sun. We’ll see you in half an hour.”

“And this why you’ve always been my favourite. Show me your masterpiece in a bit, alright?” Tachanka slaps him on the back approvingly and then heads off in Fuze’s company, the two of them discussing actual strategies about fighting underwater instead of beating the Uzbek up unhelpfully.

A stony silence settles in, making Glaz’ stomach cramp. The other Russian towels himself dry while he puts the chairs away and gathers the supplies they’ll need – there’s not much to do, the pool is being used daily and as long as they mop up all the splashed water, they should be good. Everything is done wordlessly, fuelling the awkwardness causing Glaz to drop whatever he’s holding twice, and it keeps getting worse.

Why have you been avoiding me, he doesn’t say, though he really wants to. We can pretend nothing happened. We can go back.

He could. With difficulty, but he could. If only he knew what was up. But working up the courage is impossible, he’s failed for weeks already and with a friendship on the line, with possibly more -

Kapkan chuckles. The low sound manages to pierce the spiral Glaz is sending himself down and interrupts his thoughts. “They really do have fucking pool noodles here. What on earth do they do with these?”

The supply closet indeed provides a variety of colourful foam noodles, even a deflated alligator and a beach ball. It seems they aren’t the only ones to use this facility for purely recreational purposes. “All I’m picturing now is Seamus wearing floaties.”

His comment earns him an amused snort and the ice is finally broken. They share a grin and Glaz’ relief must show on his face. “I almost want to go back in and ride this crocodile.”

“Or go dive for some of these rings.” Suddenly, Glaz gets an idea when he spots a hoop, reminding him of a dolphin show he once saw. “Hey, you think I could jump through this one?”

“No way. You’re too fat.”

Hilarious. He rolls his eyes. “You wanna bet?”

“Easy. Take a running start and jump through without touching the edges, you win. Otherwise, I win. I’ll even hold it up for you.”

“What are the stakes?”

This is where he wanted to land and Kapkan gladly followed him, possibly knowing full well where this was headed. They eye each other up. “A favour”, Kapkan suggests and couldn’t have been more vague.

Even so. Glaz likes where this is going. “Sounds good. Let’s do it.” He rids himself of his shirt and places all valuable belongings safely out of reach, encouraging Kapkan to do the same, and then walks a good distance away from the pool where Kapkan is standing, holding up the hoop expectantly. And it’d be so easy to win the bet and be owed a favour – so many possibilities. He’d be hard pressed to choose and already, his imagination is providing idea after idea, one more tempting than the next…

Then a whole other prospect enters his mind. It’d be even easier to lose. And end up at Kapkan’s mercy.

He starts jogging, building up speed, gaze fixed on the hoop until Kapkan’s is as well, the other man waiting to see whether the object will wobble from impact, no matter how small, ready to pass judgement on whether he won or lost -

- and then Glaz collides with him and shoves him into the pool.

The splash is extremely satisfying, almost as good as Kapkan’s brief grimace of surprise, shock, and betrayal as he sails through the air, flailing. Glaz almost laughs, gets out a bird-like noise of entertainment before it devolves into a shriek as Kapkan shoots back out of the pool like a crocodile himself, having spotted his prey by the shore, and the next thing Glaz knows are hands around his calves – no, one hand, the other somehow manages to land on his ass but the result is the same, they yank him in together with his previous victim.

Compared to the suffocating humidity outside, the water is refreshingly cool and punches through his consciousness like a shot of caffeine injected directly into his bloodstream, yet what makes the experience all the more powerful are the strong arms enveloping him in a tight embrace. Too tight, he was half on an exhale when going under and wants to swim up but Kapkan doesn’t let him, cradles him close and makes no move to swim to the surface, so Glaz starts struggling. Panic sets in and when he reaches down to pinch Kapkan’s inner thigh as hard as he can, large air bubbles escape the other man’s mouth. At least it’s successful: they rise.

“Fuck”, he spits out when he can breathe can, coughs and coughs into Kapkan’s face because suddenly, he’s too close and did he just try to kiss Glaz while he’s still recovering from nearly drowning? “What are you -”

It was a mistake putting his hand anywhere between Kapkan’s legs. The iron grip around his wrist hurts, even underwater, and his hand is uncomfortably pressed against the other Russian’s swimming trunks. Glaz moves his fingers to not cramp up and oh, hello. At least this time Kapkan’s dick isn’t being shoved into his face. The next attempt is successful and cold lips move against his, hurried, forceful, and then Glaz’ back hits the side of the pool with Kapkan’s body caging him in.

He should’ve known it would be unceremonious like this, the byproduct of a struggle, a line crossed stumbling instead of deliberately stepping over it. “Ask me”, he gasps and gives in, obliges: his fingers wrap around the flesh swelling despite the coolness of the water and he deepens the kiss. But not for long. He won’t be the passive party in this, and he demonstrates it by biting down on a lower lip.

“Like that”, Kapkan purrs against his chest and begins moving his hips against Glaz’ hand, the motion slow and almost sensual. He’s in a world of his own, thinking he’s won a prize of, well, something, thinking he’ll finally get… what? An awkward handjob by someone he was too cowardly to ask outright?

“Ask me”, Glaz repeats with more emphasis and feels his own body react. And how could it not, with a body mirroring his own in strength and build, with Kapkan panting in his ear and forcing his fist to remain where it is so he can fuck it. His fury has evaporated, was probably fed by the underlying anxiousness of quietly getting rejected, but now that it’s quite obvious Kapkan wants the same thing he does, all that’s left is stubbornness. That, and the desire to make Kapkan admit it.

He’s a match, though. Just as pig-headed.

And so, when he still hasn’t said anything else after more aborted kisses, Glaz tightens his grip, tightens it until Kapkan goes very, very still. His eyes are gorgeous up close. Glaz wants to feel him inside so badly, he momentarily forgets what he was doing and revels in the fantasy until a tongue dragging over his mouth catapults him back into the present.

“Suck me”, Kapkan whispers amid the soft gurgling of the waves they’re producing

Jesus fucking Christ. Glaz twirls them around with an annoyed sigh and, while wrestling the other man out of his shorts, hisses: “Why’d it take so fucking long?” All that Kapkan offers is an uncertain look as if he had mild doubts about what he just demanded, but they seem to dissipate as soon as Glaz lifts him out of the water. “Lie back.”

Wordlessly, Kapkan obeys, sits down on the edge, lower legs still dangling in the water, and leans backwards, propping himself up on his elbows so he can watch. His cock is proudly jutting straight up into the air, wet and dark and delicious, and in one fell swoop, Glaz captures its head between his lips.

They don’t have much time. He’ll have to make this quick.

Under the taste of chlorine, there’s skin and Kapkan, and he savours the taste on his tongue as he swirls it around the tip generously. Having draped himself over his friend’s thighs, his weight holds Kapkan down which turns out to be necessary as he’s pushy. His hips twitch and tilt, try to thrust upwards further into Glaz’ mouth and as if that wasn’t bad enough, there’s a hand on his head pushing down.

Somehow, he manages to free himself and glare at his dishevelled friend, flushed and beautiful and flustered – and if it was any other situation, one where time wasn’t of the essence, he’d let Kapkan do whatever he wants. But not now. “I’ll bite”, he warns him seriously, “stop that shit. Behave.”

A curse is his response, but Kapkan obliges and withdraws his arm, and then throws his head back with another swear as Glaz swallows him whole. The flesh is piping hot and rock hard, just like Glaz’ own, and he sucks it down like it’s made of sugar, opens his throat, lets the tip hit the back of it. It pains him that he can’t relish in finally doing this, but hearing all these surprised grunts and sharp breaths has its own merit – not even the cool water can calm the vicious pulsing between Glaz’ legs and he idly tongues the ridge of Kapkan’s glans, wondering what it’d feel like inside him.

When he gets down to business, he can feel Kapkan’s muscles twitching and drinks in every hiss whenever he sucks hard. He’s not teasing anymore, instead bobbing his head in a relatively fast rhythm, using his tongue to exploit that sensitive spot on the underside and massaging the balls with one hand, squeezing out moan after moan. Kapkan is loud, much louder than he expected, and very appreciative. He seems to melt under Glaz’ ministrations and actually relaxes into the stimulation which is, well, lovely, but not goal-oriented. They need to be back in twenty, maybe fifteen minutes. And thanks to Glaz’ stunt earlier, they’ll need to clean up a second time.

He pulls off the cock in his mouth with a wet noise and once again addresses his friend: “Come on. I want to feel you pulsing in my throat.”

It’s more forthright than he’d normally be, but circumstances necessitate it. Not like Kapkan seems to mind, if the scandalised yet intrigued expression is anything to go by – he also tenses up noticeably as Glaz takes him back in to the hilt, stomach muscles fluttering and contracting when Glaz reaches up to gently rub over an erect nipple. “Filthy mouth”, Kapkan rumbles and lets out an echoing moan when his nipple is twisted between two fingers. He’s so hot. Glaz wishes he could blow him for hours, but alas. “Never would’ve guessed you’re that perverted. Go deeper. Yes.”

Glaz nearly chokes himself on Kapkan’s dick with no regrets and increases the tempo, sucks even harder and deprives himself of oxygen, and the pay-off is worth it. With another loud groan, Kapkan shudders, his entire body going taut, and his cock throbs in Glaz’ mouth, shooting out bitter liquid in spurts, in time with soft rolls of his hips. He finally made him come, finally blew him to completion and it was everything he hoped for. Watching Kapkan’s expression slip from need to utter bliss is as satisfying as he’d hoped, and he gladly swallows around the erection clogging his throat.

When he pulls free again, his friend is lying flat on the tiles, breathing hard and contemplating existence. He looks shattered, more spent than after a training session and Glaz would really like to hug him. Instead, he instinctively reaches down and grabs his neglected cock, harder than it’s been for weeks (since the day he made an implicit bet with Kapkan and went to bed early, dreaming up scenarios similar to this one). Right in front of him, a naked Kapkan is recovering from what looks like to have been a mind-blowing orgasm, and as Glaz takes him all in, marvels at his form, the softening dick gives a last feeble twitch.

Shit.

Okay, he’ll be quick.

He discards his own swimwear, just leaves it floating away, and lifts himself out of the water. Kapkan has barely time to react before Glaz is straddling him, trying not to cream himself from the skin contact alone, and as revenge for all the shoving previously, Glaz guides one of his friend’s hands between their naked bodies. “Do it”, he prompts quietly, desperation colouring his voice and Kapkan must’ve noticed or else he might not have complied so fast. Calloused fingers close around Glaz’ shaft and dear god, this will be an embarrassingly quick affair.

Kapkan wastes no time and jerks him fast from the get-go, almost brutal (probably how he himself likes it and the thought causes Glaz’ knees to go weak), and it’s not only water droplets hitting Kapkan’s flat belly now. The sudden intense stimulation has Glaz whimpering and fighting it, wanting more or maybe less, who’s to say – certainly not his short-circuited mind. He barely has the brain capacity left to suck Kapkan’s other middle finger into his mouth but he does notice his friend’s eyes darkening upon the realisation.

When the finger enters him, he buries his face in the crook of Kapkan’s neck and moans. He imagines it’s Kapkan himself, pictures them rolling around on a mattress with all the time in the world, harsh thrusts and nails raking over his back and Kapkan stares into his soul as he pumps load after load into him, and Glaz is moving his hips now, grinding down against Kapkan’s hand and he doesn’t care how fucking needy he must seem because he wants this. The hand on his cock is merciless, the speed unwavering and it’s flirting with being too much – there’s vague pain there but isn’t that normal, where Kapkan is concerned?

The digit inside buries itself even deeper and brushes over his sweet spot which he rewards with a whine, so Kapkan does it again and again, and with several weeks’ worth of anticipation, with the memory of a hard dick poking his cheek, with Kapkan’s taste still on his tongue, Glaz is shoved over the edge. He shivers violently, isn’t even sure what kind of noise escapes his lips as his climax shakes him to the core, traps him in ecstasy for half an eternity during which he’s hardly aware of anything around him – and when he realises he’s coming all over Kapkan’s chest while his friend is milking him expertly enough to prolong his orgasm, it’s another half. Kapkan lets him ride it out and brings him down gently, doesn’t overdo it and withdraws when Glaz puts a hand on his wrist.

Glaz’ relief is overwhelming and lasts throughout his afterglow: a minute or two during which he sits up, calms his racing heartbeat and inspects the mess he made on pale skin before him. They finally did it. And Kapkan doesn’t even look like he regrets it. He… looks like nothing, really, expression empty as he doesn’t even move to wipe the semen off him, and doubts slowly begin to overtake the pleasant exhaustion in Glaz’ bones.

“Can I kiss you?”, he asks meekly and feels silly, perched on top of another man who had his finger inside him mere minutes ago, and yet he’s not confident enough to just lean down and do it.

Kapkan examines him attentively. “Don’t make this weird.”

“You made it weird a long time ago.”

Visibly uncomfortable with the topic, Kapkan drags him down with enough force to make their teeth click, and though the angle is odd and their noses are in the way, the gesture counts. Glaz feels his muscles relax during the brief kiss and smiles as he comes back for air. When Kapkan smiles back, the fact that they still have to clean everything, including themselves, and that they’ll be really late with no excuse at all loses its threat.

They shower together, joking some more about the SAS operators’ pool habits, and then quickly sweep the floor once again. Stepping out into the blinding sunshine is like running into a wall, the heat is unbearable and tiring. Glaz almost wants to fall asleep standing up.

“Just so we’re clear, you lost that bet”, Kapkan tells him, blinking into the brightness instead of looking him in the eyes. “So you owe me a favour.”

Glaz’ lips curl into a grin. “Of course. You only need to ask.”

And while Kapkan doesn’t respond, there’s a certain glint in his eye which is full of promises and reassurance.

[taehyungiestummy]

Blood, Sweat, and Tears -- Chapter Eighteen

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         I feel like my whole body has gone numb as I stare at Yoongi. His question bouncing around my head with such velocity that I can barely think. How did he even piece together that I have been going out with someone with how careful Taehyung and I have been? How much does he know about who I am seeing? If he knew that I am with a mafia boy, would he be this calm?

         Yoongi grins as I sit silently trying to come up with an answer to his question. He knows that he is right, the bastard. “Well, when did you meet? You can at least answer a couple questions I have about the boy.”

         “At the, at the um, the viewing,” I look down at the table. “Just another person who came to give condolences and such. I didn’t think that it would build into anything else. Not with the way he acted at first, anyways.”

         “Were you together at the Halloween party?”

         “Yes, yes we were,” I turn my hands over to see the redness from slamming them on the table. “That was the first time that we, the first time that we were able to be public, but at the same time not. We were hidden from you, and we had our first kiss then. It was nice to dance without a care in the world.”

         “He drives you home after the club lets out, right? You said that it was Haru at first, but I knew that wasn’t right, and she let me know that she was not the one driving you home.

         “Yeah, he drives a motorcycle, and it gives me a thrill like no other. He’s very cautious, of course. Not a wreck on his record. I trust him.”

         “You’ve been together for a little bit then? How do you feel about him?”

         “I love him,” I say with ease like any of the other answers. “I love him with all my heart, and he loves me. I know that I had a bad relationship some years ago, but this isn’t going to end like that at all. I know him enough to know that he would never hurt me. Hurting me would rip him apart inside. If I had even an inkling of a feeling that he would end up like my first love, I would walk away without a second thought. But I have never gotten that feeling when with him. I love him, Yoongi. You can’t take this away from me. You can’t take my happiness away from me,” I shake my head to keep tears from falling.

         “I would never take your happiness away from you, Bambi. All I want to do is protect you, and I just want to know about this boy. Who gets to call my precious sister their girlfriend?”

         I slowly look up, looking over at Yoongi, “I can’t tell you.”

         “What? What are you even saying? You can tell me his name. I promise not to look too much into him. Well, I promise that I won’t tell the hackers to look too much into him. I’ll give you privacy until you want me to meet him.”

         “If I tell you his name, I fear that you might explode.”

         “Over a college book club nerd?” Yoongi chuckles. “I’d be more afraid for him, since he probably doesn’t even know how to fight, and you could kill a man with your bare hands.”

         “Well, he’s not a total nerd, brother,” I nibble on my bottom lip. I’d love to tell him that Taehyung, Bangtan’s top hacker, has come to my side, but every scenario in my head ends in yelling and crying. “This guy actually has some muscle, and I bet that he could fight me to some extent. Not that he would ever do that. He has no need to ever do that.”

         “I would hope that the one that loves my sister would never fight her,” Yoongi chuckles. “Are you afraid that I will judge you for whoever you have fallen for? I would never judge that.”

         “You know full well that judging what the heart wants would get you nowhere,” I roll my eyes.

         “Or maybe it is because you really are dating a girl.” He hums, “Well, to say I am shocked would be true, but it does not matter to me. I’ll tease you for a bit. Of course, I will get used to it after a while.”

         “It is a boy, not a girl, I can assure you that,” I sigh. “Can you just drop it? I do not want to tell you who it is right now.”

         “I would drop it if our lives didn’t depend on me making sure that you are safe at all times. I promised our father that I would always protect you, and I can’t do that if you do not tell me the name of your little lover boy.”

         “Now you are just saying things to push my buttons,” I stick my tongue out at him. “Why must you always know every little thing about me?”

         “Because I care about my baby sister,” he coos.

         “Shut up,” I roll my eyes.

         “C’mon Bambi, just tell me who he is? What are you so afraid of?”

         “I don’t want to tell you yet, so just wait a little bit. Okay? You will know when I am ready to tell you.”

         “How many times do I have to say please? I will say it as much as you want me to.”

         “There is no amount. Let’s talk about something else.”

         “Bambi,” he whines. “Please, please, tell me his name. Please, please, please, plea-”

         “Stop!” I angerly run my hands through my hair. “You want to know so damn badly? Well fine because I am sick of running around and hiding from you in this fucking mansion! I am dating Taehyung! I broke your one stupid rule of not getting with a mafia boy, and I really don’t care!”

         The smirk on Yoongi’s face instantly changes to an angry frown as my words pierce the air. “Taehyung? The hacker? Areum, why can’t you listen to me!?” Yoongi shoves away from the table, standing up with such force that his chair tumbles behind him.

         “Because you don’t always know what is best!” I slam my hands down on the table even harder than the last time, standing up with the same force to send my chair to the ground in a clatter. “I am in love with Taehyung, and there is nothing that you can do about it. You can hate it all you want, but I am going to continue to see him. I will go behind your back if I have to. He has helped me so much since dad died. I am still grieving, and I cry when I think about how he was stolen from us, but Taehyung has been there to help me through it. You can just be a sour puss about the whole thing, or you can be fucking happy for me. Don’t you want me to be happy, Yoongi? Or would you rather make sure that I stay away from mafia boys for whatever fucking reason?”

         A silence settles over us as Yoongi stares at me. I’m not sure if he can’t think of a good way to answer me, or if he is shocked at how intense my arguing with him was. Either way, the pain in my hands is going to keep me from punching anything out of the anger rushing around my body.

         I’m not sure how much time passes before Yoongi takes a deep breath and calmly picks up his chair before sitting back down. When he makes eye contact with me again, a small smile is pushing on his lips.

         “Why are you smiling?” I frustratingly ask.

         “You really love him, I can see it in your face when you were defending staying together,” Yoongi nods a few times. “Bambi, please, sit back down so we can talk about this.”

         I peel my hands off the table, carefully picking my chair up and plopping down into my seat. “I don’t like how you are this calm. Like the eye of a hurricane.”

         “I can assure you that this calm is going to last because I do what you to be happy. I would never take away your happiness, even if it makes me a bit angry that you went against a direct order from a protective older brother that does love his sister dearly.”

         “I love you too, Yoongi, and I would never go against you on purpose. This just happened. We had one conversation, and it just spiraled from there.”

         “I always had a feeling that you would fall in love with someone in the mansion, so I wasn’t really shocked when you said his name. This is your safe haven, and all these people here are family in some way.”

         “I could never love someone outside the mafia. They would never understand me. We would be on two different wave lengths going through life. With Taehyung I don’t have to hold anything back. I can speak my mind about everything. I can be myself when I am with him, and that means the world to me.”

         “That’s where we are different. I don’t want my significant other to know anything about this part of my life. As long as we love each other, then I will be happy.” He takes a deep breath, “You remember who Taehyung is, right?”

         I rapidly blink as I understand that Yoongi never forgot who Taehyung was. He never had to go to therapy to have his memories wiped. That he would have just stopped hanging out with Taehyung when around me. All because I was so weak back then. “Yes, I remembered who he was at the Halloween party. He kind of told me, and it triggered my memories. I can’t understand why he was taken from me, but that doesn’t matter now. I have him back.”

         “That’s good,” Yoongi’s smile fades in a few seconds as a wave of realization hits him. “Wait a second. That morning that I came to your room and you had locked the door, he wasn’t in there with you, was he? You two didn’t spend the night doing sexual activities, did you?”

         I feel my cheeks heat up in a split second, and I know that is all the answer Yoongi needs. “Oh, I almost forgot, there is a lot that you don’t know about because if I told you it would give away that I was with Taehyung. We created a small team to look into the Red Wolves, because they are coming for me. A woman has come up to me two times, claiming me to be the Red Wolves’ princess.”

         Yoongi’s jaw clenches, “Tell me everything. This is no longer just your problem. We are in this together, Areum, and we aren’t going to let them push us around. There’s a lot that we need to piece together, and we are going to win this fight. Start from the beginning. Even if you need to go all the way back to meeting Taehyung, I want to know everything.”

********

         “You look super cute, babe,” Taehyung chuckles as I push my glasses back up my nose right before they fall off. “I know that this is serious work, but I can’t help but want to kiss you all over your face.”

         I giggle, shifting through stacks of letters and various pieces of paper on the floor that might give us clues to what the hell is going on. “As much as I would love for you to do that, I really want to figure something out about all this crap. This is taking all my focus.”

         It has been a few days since the dinner with Yoongi where I told him about Taehyung and our relationship. I still can’t believe how calm my brother has been, but he has shocked me a lot in the recent months. There’s been a change ever since our father died from both of us. I like to think that they have been positive changes.

         As for the threats on Bangtan and myself, Yoongi has ordered that I have someone with me at all times. Taehyung, along with Cookie, is now a permanent residence in my room. He’s set up a small station to do his hacking jobs in my office, and my nightmares have basically stopped since he has started to sleep with me. It’s nice to sleep through the night and not wake up in a cold sweat.

         “I’m still a bit shocked that you just told him that we were dating,” Taehyung says. “I know that he was teasing you and all that, but I thought that you could take it.”

         “Shut up,” I pout. “His teasing wasn’t the whole reason to why I told him. I was sick of going behind his back. I was always afraid he would find out about us, and then it would just be a shitstorm. I could just hear the yells from both of us. Telling him then was the best option. I mean, I was in love with you all those years ago, and that never really left me. He must have known that I was in love with you then, so he couldn’t have been that shocked.”

         “The red string of fate,” he hums. “At least it is good to be alive. I was sure that your brother would end me for being with his little sister. The Bangtan Princess has finally been swept off her feet.”

         I giggle, “Well, I couldn’t stay single forever. Some bad boy was bound to come along and enter my heart.”

         “Ah, so I am a bad boy?”

         “I wouldn’t call you a prince.”

         He chuckles, “I wouldn’t call myself a prince either. In all honesty, I was more shocked that him learning that we had sex didn’t lead him on a murder spree. I mean, he must know that you aren’t a virgin.”

         “Please, I do not want to talk about that,” I groan, moving to a new pile of notes. Even though it is just the two of us, I feel my cheeks heating up thinking of Taehyung and I in that intimate way.

         “How can you be all flustered when I am talking about us? You were all for the act when we were doing it, but now that I talk about it afterwards, you want me to stop. Why are you like this?” He chuckles.

         “Because,” I shrug. “Sooyoung teases me about it, and you just want to use whatever I say against me.”

         “Never,” he overly gasps.

         “Whatever you say, Tae,” I sigh, shoving the papers in front of me out of sight. “I’ll open up more about it, maybe.”

         “It’s fun to tease you though,” he giggles.

         “Ugh, I just want to piece some of this fucking puzzle together, but none of this makes any damn sense,” I run my hands roughly through my hair. “I am sick of this stupid riddle. I am sick of the asshole Red Wolves. I am sick of not being able to figure any of this out. I am sick of being in the dark.”

         “Weren’t there like underlined words or something that people were gathering? What ever became of those?”

         My eyes widen as I begin frantically searching for the lists of random words that had been hi-lighted in the books in my father’s office. “Holy shit, Taehyung. I forgot about that. I remember Yoongi briefly mentioning that they had finished compiling the lists, but I have yet to take the time to look over what they found. Here it is!” I lift the multiple papers up into the air. “Now, let me see what is here.” My eyes scan over the columns of words that were found in the books. The same variations of words are staring back at me, but now they mean something different.

         “I’m sure that now with a clear mind you will be able to figure out what those words mean,” Taehyung begins cleaning up the rest of the papers.

         “All of this makes so much more sense now,” I flip through the pages. “There’s the words that mean mom or mother, which can only mean my mom. Then there is various shades of red, and then wolf is hi-lighted the same amount. That has to be the Red Wolves. There’s stuff that can be taken as twin or double, which is talking about my mother and her twin, the aunt that I never got to meet. Then the rest of the words basically mean sacrifice, which I guess would be my mother. Though, her death still doesn’t make sense to me. How was that a sacrifice?”

         “Maybe it wasn’t your mother, but instead the twin sister. You don’t know much about her.”

         I nibble on my bottom lip, “I guess so, but I could have sworn she was still alive.”

         “A sacrifice doesn’t mean that she is dead.”

         “I guess so,” I take a deep breath. “So, we figured out what the words mean, but we didn’t really learn anything new. I already knew about all this, so this was just a confirmation of the facts.”

         “That just means another part of the puzzle is waiting for you in these papers. I’m sure if you go back through, you’ll be able to figure out another piece.”

         I nod a few times, placing the papers in my hands back on the floor. I’m sure that if I were to go back through all that is in front of me, I could figure out why the Red Wolves are truly after me, or why my father didn’t want to just give us all the information outright. However, I don’t have the energy to attempt it.

         I slowly look up at Taehyung. The tender smile on his lips as he looks at me makes my heart flutter. He’s been sitting with me for however long I have been at this task, and not once has he complained. He has been doing whatever he can to help me piece things together. He really is the best.

         Without much thought, I lunge over the papers, tackling Taehyung onto his back. A huff tumbles out of his lips, but he wraps his arms around me all the same.

         “Are you okay, kitten?” Taehyung presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Not that I am complaining about this attack hug.”

         “I am done looking into those papers,” I nuzzle my head into his chest. “It took so long to figure out one little piece, and my brain is fried. I don’t want to look at that crap anymore. I want to cuddle up with you in my bed and watch something. Anything to give my brain a break.”

         “You don’t have to force yourself to figure everything out, Areum. Don’t push yourself to try and remember everything. I fear that all this is going to hurt you.”

         “How much more broken can I get?” I choke out. “I’m okay with getting hurt.”

         “That’s not true, and you know it. You don’t have to be strong around me. You can let your walls down, and I will love every part of you. We are all broken, and that is why Bangtan is a perfect family.”

         I take a deep breath, pushing away any sadness that tried to creep in. “I miss him, you know. My father was always there for me when I wanted to talk about school, or gush about the good times we had with my mother. I could vent to him about Yoongi, which always ending in me laughing. Losing him tore me apart, and I grieved, but then life had to quickly get back on track. There was no stopping. The business had to pick up where he left off, and Yoongi and I have big shoes to fill still. That time heals all wounds is bullshit, and I would know. I have so many unhealed wounds.”

         “I really wish that I knew what to say to you. You have lost so much, and I can only understand to a certain extent. I know that you don’t want to hear this, but I have struggled with your father’s death. Not because I wish he was back, because there are times when I do because he was like a father to me. He was a better father than my own dad could ever hope to be. But his death brought us together. There is no way that if he were still alive that I would be with you right now, lying on your bedroom floor. I would still be watching you from behind a computer screen and longing to be with you. I know how selfish that is, and I hate that I think that way, but I just love you so damn much that I never want to be without you.”

         “You are not selfish, Taehyung,” I lift my head up to look into his eyes. “You have had to watch me for years without the chance to talk to me like normal human interaction is meant to work. I am the one who is selfish because I didn’t even think about how you must feel. I was just wallowing in my pain. I’ll always miss my father, but at least you were brought into my life because of the tragedy.”

         Taehyung leans down to press a gentle kiss to my lips, “You said that you want to watch something in bed. How about we get to that?”

         “That sounds lovely,” I roll off him, slowly standing up. “I’ll just leave the papers. No reason to mess with them anymore.”

         Taehyung pops up, quickly picking me up like a bride. “Do you want to watch anything specific?”

         “Hm, I would like to watch something animated,” I tap my cheek with my index finger. “Would you like to start an anime with me?”

         “Um, hell fucking yes I would.”

         I giggle, “Should we watch something short until I get done with this semester, and then we can work on something longer?”

         “Whatever you want to do, babe. I will watch whatever you want to watch,” he tosses me into the middle of my bed, causing Cookie and Snow to shift around at the foot of the bed.

         “Okay, okay,” I scramble to get comfortable against the pillows. “There are so many that I want to watch, but I think that it would be cool to watch Deadman Wonderland. The one where the kid goes to prison on false murder charges, and then something about superpowers with blood.”

         “I’ve heard of it,” Taehyung chuckles, setting up my laptop in front of me. “I watched you read the manga. Then I read it because I wanted to know what it was all about that got you all fired up,” he awkwardly coughs.

         “You are too cute, Taehyungie,” I reach out for him. “What about One Piece? That is something that I have kept up with since I was a teenager, but never really wanted to watch the anime by myself, and Yoongi would rather spend his time on what he calls productive watches and readings.”

         Taehyung climbs into bed, pulling me into his side, “We can start that over your break. It will be our thing that we do.”

         “Are you sure that you can spend a few hours not hacking?”

         “If someone needs me, my phone is nearby. I’m not just Bangtan’s best hacker anymore, I have other responsibilities now. I have to be the best boyfriend.”

         I giggle, “That’s right, and I deserve to have at least half of your time.”

         “You get more than half,” he presses a kiss to my forehead. “With how much I love you, you get a lot more than half. We have other hackers who can deal with the little jobs. I’m there when things get just above their skill level, or something is super important.”

         “I love you so much too, Tae,” I sit up, quickly bringing up the anime site I use, searching for Deadman Wonderland. “So damn much that I get giddy sometimes thinking about it. I can’t wait until I do school at home and can spend all my day with you.”

         “Oh, you’ll get tired of me before long,” he chuckles.

         “No, I would never,” I whine, leaning back as the first episode starts up. “I love being with you so much.”

         “I know, I just love teasing you,” he pulls me into his lap. “When you blush, that is one of my favorite things, knowing that it is all because of me.”

         “You are such a dork,” I settle back against his chest. “Now, only talk during the opening and ending. I really want to watch this.”

         “I can be quiet as long as you don’t move around too much.”

         “Tae!” I squeal, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. “You are so dirty minded.”

         “I’m just telling the truth,” he chuckles.

         I shake my head, “I’m sure you are. Now, shush up, it’s starting.”

********

         “It’s been a while since I have been back to school, so this has been quite enjoyable for me,” Jimin grins as he looks around the library.

         “It’s nothing special, Jiminie,” I shrug, spreading out the notes for finals on the table. “What is this, your third week?”

         “Something like that,” he leans back in his chair. “I have to protect my baby girl, and Taehyung is best hacking away back home.”

         “It’s nice that I am able to spend time with my best friend. I feel like I haven’t been able to spend a lot of time with you since all the shit has been going down.”

         Ever since Yoongi found out about the Red Wolves woman coming up to me, he refuses to send me to school alone. Jimin volunteered to come with me, acting as a bodyguard that comes to my classes and wherever else I decide to go. It hasn’t really fazed anyone. Well, other than the Fakes. The second they saw me hanging out with a new boy, they started to spread rumors that I was cheating on Taehyung, or that I had dumped him for an old friend. Not many people believed their lies since I exposed their true intentions.

         “I loved the rumors that were spreading about us,” Jimin smirks at me. “I bet that Taehyung would have let us share one little kiss to get people going even crazier.”

         “I would never do that,” I chuckle. “To give the Fakes any sort of satisfaction is not a goal of mine. I like that more people come up to me calling them delusional and petty. It is about time that karma bit them in the ass.”

         “They are petty and delusional, that is for sure. I can’t believe you put up with them for so long.”

         “Neither can I,” I sigh, running my fingers over the mousepad of my laptop to make sure it doesn’t turn off. “Every day I dreaded coming here for fear that I would run into them and have to fake who I was.” I watch as my computer flashes green before Taehyung’s chat room pops up. “Now, I love seeing their glares in my direction.”

Ari: Hello Tae, it’s nice of you to pop in.

         “Their negativity pushes you forward,” Jimin nods. “I love that.”

Tae: I’ve been missing you today for some reason, so I thought that I would send a few messages.

Tae: We’ve been apart for most weekdays for a few weeks now, but today is harder for some reason.

Ari: That is actually super cute, you know that? I’ll be home in a few hours.

         “Are you messaging Taehyung?” Jimin asks.

         “Oh, yes, sorry,” I notice a small blush creeping onto my cheeks. “Did I just stop talking to you?”

         “Sort of, and you started to smile like an idiot,” he chuckles. “I don’t mind. If I was dating you, I’d want to be with you all the time.”

         “Jimin,” I sadly sigh.

         “I’m not saying it like I want to date you,” his eyes widen. “I just mean that if I were to, that I can understand why Taehyung is gushing over you. I’m sorry if it came off like that. I got over my crush on you years ago. Gah, that sounds bad. I’m just going to stop talking,” he places his head down on the table.

         I giggle, “Oh, Jiminie, there’s no reason to be embarrassed. I had a crush on you too, remember? We made a promise, though, and now we are grown up and going our separate ways. I still love you.”

         He lifts his head, and I see a light redness dusted on his cheeks. “I still love you too.”

Tae: What is going on? You two are such weird best friends.

Ari: You are pretty weird too, Mr. Hacker.

Tae: All for you, kitten.

         I shake my head, looking back at my notes. “I really need to study, so if both of you boys could leave me alone until my next class, that would be great.”

         “Is there anything that I can do?” Jimin straightens up in his seat. “Like go over vocab words, or something like that?”

Tae: I’m leaving this chat up just in case you want to talk, babe.

Tae: However, I’ll be hacking away, so I won’t really be paying much attention.

Ari: We can talk when I get home, goofy. I love you.

Tae: I love you too. Just imagine me giving you a kiss.

         I giggle, shaking my head. “Okay, Jiminie, you want to help me?”

         “Always,” he frantically nods.

         “Go find this book,” I slide a notecard over to him with a title on it. “I forgot that I needed it for a few questions.”

         “No problem,” he grabs the notecard, jumping out of his seat. “You sure that you’ll be okay here by yourself?”

         “I am the best fighter you have ever trained; I think I can protect myself,” I smirk.

         “Don’t miss me too much then, baby girl,” he shoots a wink my way before walking away in search of the book.

         “What a dork,” I roll my eyes as a gummy smile takes over my face.

         As much as I hate studying for finals that won’t really matter in the long run, I know how much it means to Yoongi that I keep my grades up. I know how much it used to make my father happy when I would bring home a report card with the highest marks. All I want to do is continue to make them proud. Even if that means boring myself as I sit in the library looking over my crappy notes.

         “Whoa, Areum, is that you?” A boy’s voice that I almost recognize calls out to me.

         I look up to see a face that I can only decide is from the Halloween party. “Oh, um, hello.”

         “You don’t remember my name,” he takes a seat across from me. “That’s okay, I’m not all dressed up in a costume, so I can understand. It’s me, Reo Sato.”

         “Ah, Dr. Sato’s son,” I nod a few times.

         The boy in front of me is no longer dressed up as superhero, but looks like a normal college student. His black hair is just shaggy enough and barely wavy to have his bangs fall in front of his brown eyes that fit in his tan face. His oval face is sharpened by a fairly prominent jaw line, plump lips give a softer feel, and his nose is straight and smooth. He looks to be quite tall and lanky, but I am sure he is hiding some muscles. The jean jacket that he is wearing looks to have sleeves just a tad short. A fashion statement that he is trying to make, no doubt.

         “How have you been?” Reo asks, a small smile on his lips.

         “Good, good,” I feel an edge of anxiousness creeping upon me. “I’m just trying to get ready for finals. You know how that is.”

         “Gah, all that stress over a couple tests,” he rolls his eyes. “I don’t understand why they insist that we cram all the information that we learned over a few months.”

         “I’m just happy that this is my last time taking finals on campus.”

         “Oh, so you are going all online next semester?”

         “Yeah, I decided it would be for the best to stay at home and help my brother with the business and all.” I notice Taehyung sending in all kinds of messages, but I can’t focus in on them. How would I explain that I am talking to my hacker boyfriend to this guy who I want to know as little about me as possible? “Is there a reason you wanted to talk to me?” I close my laptop slightly so that the blinking of Taehyung’s incoming messages does not distract me.

         “Not really any particular reason,” he shrugs. “I just saw you, and thought I would be nice and come and say hi. Where’s your friend?”

         “Oh, I had him go get a book,” I motion behind me.

         The more I think about it, why did Reo come up to me when Jimin was no longer around. Is it just luck that he found me all alone? Has he been looking for me? I had never talked to him before the Halloween party, and it’s not like I have seen him since. What could he possibly want from me?

         “How is your boyfriend?” He asks, but the tone of voice makes me even more nervous.

         “Oh, um, he’s good. We’re good,” I fiddle with my pencil. “Even though the last few months have been hard with losing my father, he’s been right there to help me through it all. It’s nice to have someone other than my brother to go it.”

         “I never was able to give my condolences for the loss of your father,” he reaches across the table to gently grab my hand.

         I do my best not to tense up at his touch, but this whole interaction makes my skin crawl. There are only a select group of people that I ever want to touch me, let alone hold my hand, and Reo would never make the list. “Don’t worry about it.”

         “I know that my father went to the viewing and funeral, and I feel terrible that I wasn’t able to attend either. In fact, I have been out of the country on a bit of a school trip.”

         “Seriously, you have nothing to feel terrible about,” I wiggle my fingers, but he just gives my hand a squeeze. “Even if you had come, I doubt that I would have remembered you. I was in a weird state.”

         “Of course, losing a parent would do that to you. Whoa, when did you get that scar on your arm?”

         “Cooking accident,” I shrug, not even realizing that the scar was even visible. It’s become a part of me that I forgot I ever got hurt. “I wasn’t paying attention, and our cook got my arm. Shit happens.”

         “I guess so,” he chuckles.

         I let my eyes fall to look down at my arm, but then my eyes drift to our hands, and that is when I spot a tattoo on his wrist. The red ink peeking out from his jacket sleeve looks like a wolf head.

         I feel my breath catch in my throat as my eyes focus on what can only be a Red Wolves logo tattoo on the wrist of Reo. It all makes sense that he would be watching me, waiting for his chance to come up to me when I was all alone. That he came to the Halloween party, and why the enemy now knows about my relationship with Taehyung. If he is with the group that is out to get me, what is his bigger motive to getting me there?

         “Well, I have lost both parents now, so that pain didn’t really compare,” I do my best to keep my voice level. “I would say my heart is a little cracked.”

         “It is impressive that you are trying to stay calm,” Reo’s voice deepens as he lets go of my hand. “I know that you saw my tattoo. Actually, I made sure that you saw it because a lot is going to change. Enjoy your time with Taehyung because he is not your forever. He is not the one you will end up with.”

         “And who the fuck are you to tell me who I will be with?” I growl, slapping his hand away. “If you even think of hurting anyone close to me, I will not hesitate to send back the pain. Only ten times worse.”

         “Oh, I know you will, Areum,” he rubs his hand where I hit him. “I’ve been on the other end of your anger, and I would never want that to happen again.”

         “What are you talking about? I have never met you before Halloween,” I shake my head.

         “Oh, but that is where you are wrong,” he smirks. “You’ve just been drugged to forget me because of the hurt that I caused you. I was your first love. The love that was sent by the Red Wolves, because you are going to come back to us. We are going to rule together, and show Bangtan that you were never meant to be with them.”

         I feel my brain snap alive like a strike of lightning hits me. The memories that have been trapped within me breaking free. Another key to my past being twisted to show that Reo is a part of my nightmares that have been torturing me for years.

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For some reason, this chapter was deleted, and thus this is a repost. I have no idea how long it was gone, so I am sorry if it has been a while. Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! :D

[geniuscloud]

NCT Dream Reaction to Arguing with a S/O

*Requested*

Mark

(This is a HOT GIF and I stan)

You two rarely got into arguments, due to Mark being usually pretty chill with everything. Though when he blew off a date night where he was supposed to meet your parents to sleep early, you were furious. Yes, in the back of your mind you knew you were wrong to some degree since he’s so overworked, and you understand; but it was also extremely important for your relationship. You couldn’t help feel a little angry that he’s putting rest over your relationship, but you also knew that his health was also incredibly important.For some reason tonight you just couldn’t control your emotions.

“Are you serious?! My parents fly back home TOMORROW!” you yelled.

“I’m sorry! I’m just exhausted! Can’t you understand how hard this is on me? Yes, I want to meet your parents because I love you, but I’m basically falling asleep standing up! There is no way I’d be able to sit through an entire dinner!” Mark rested his palms on his forehead, completely frustrated.

“Well...”

“No, y/n, I’m sorry. I know what I did was stupid, but you have to understand that this is taking a toll on me, and I need to be careful so I don’t overexert myself. Would you rather me have a bad impression on your family, or have me in the hospital sick? I’d hope you’d choose a bad impression. Honestly, I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going to sleep, and if you want to join me for a forgiveness cuddle, you know where I’ll be...” he said.

Even though Mark might not be the most romantic, and a little dense when it comes to relationships... The night did end with you two cuddling and apologizing.

Renjun

It had been a few hours after you argument, which spiralled out of control, and basically had lost all meaning. You both honestly had no idea why you guys were fighting, or how it even started. The slight bickering turned into a full on argument, and got lost in more information.

“Do you even care about our relationship?” you asked.

“What? Where did this come from?!” he threw his hands into the air in confusion.

“Forget it. I’m going home.”

“What? No no no no no wait. You’re not leaving here until the problem is solved. We need to fix this because i’m not letting us leave angry. Just sit down for a few minutes and we’ll talk about this,” Renjun said calmly, grabbing your arm and forcing you to sit on the couch with him.

Renjun is pretty serious about his relationships, and most likely would try to fix the problems, since serious conflict isn’t his cup of tea. If it was a joking argument it wouldn’t be a big deal, but since he’s afraid of loosing you over something stupid, he really acts mature.

Jeno

Jeno is pretty straight-edge. He isn’t called ‘No Fun’ for no reason. When you two got in an argument, he tends to express his anger visually, rather than with words. Once you took your final verbal jab at him, he basically went blank. His eyes glared at you, while his jaw protruded outwards slightly. 

“Forget it,” he muttered. Jeno turned around and was quick to walk away from the situation, slamming his bedroom door behind him. You felt a pang of guiltiness in your stomach. You overreacted quite a bit, and defiantly upset him. It was always best to leave him alone while he was angry, and in the meantime you planned how to beg for his forgiveness. When you were in the wrong he often acted like this, but if it was him who messed up, he would sulk in his room until he knew it was a good enough time to give each other space.

Jeno really is more of a person who seems to avoid confrontation, and would rather give space than risk riling each other up. He respects you, and keeps quite to avoid making the situation worse.

Haechan

Haechan takes shit from nobody. He’s loveable, but he’s also a little shit sometimes. He can easily sass you back at the same level if he wants. So when you two were arguing, you found yourself battling on equal playing fields. When you two fight, you fight until someone finally admits the situation is stupid or they were wrong. He can be a little stubborn, but it’s only when he knows he’s right.  

Even though you fight, his weakness is seeing you cry. The last thing this precious boy wants is to hurt you. So 99% of the time if you want an argument to stop, all you do is burst into tears and he instantly soften ups, wrapping his arms around you and holding you until you stop.

“Come on, you’re being ridiculous!!”

“I’m being ridiculous? Come on, use some common sense here! You know what i’m saying is completely logical!” He said while beginning to raise his voice. His yelling startled you a little, and made you realize this fight was going too far. You put your head down, and let a few tears roll down your cheeks.

“Oh wait, baby don’t cry. Shh, I didn’t mean to yell.” His expression instantly softened, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug. “I’m sorry for yelling...”

“I’m sorry for overreacting Haechannie...” you whispered.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. How about we go grab some dinner, I doubt you’ve eaten already. Okay?” Haechan wiped a tear from your eye, before giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head.

Jaemin

When you and Jaemin argue, it’s a pretty rare occasion. He really isn’t the type to get angry either, and is definitely more of a lover than a fighter. I mean just look at the way he is with Jeno. So one night after a date night, he found himself in a little awkward situation, where he didn’t quite know what to do. 

“Do I look bad today or something?” you asked quietly.

“What? No, why would you ask that?”

“Well during dinner you kept staring at the pretty girl beside us, and you hardly had any focus on me...”

“When did I do that?! I was distracted i’ll admit, but I wasn't NOT paying attention to you,” he said a little puzzled.

“So you WERE staring at her though, you just said you were distracted!”

“Hey I didn’t say I was distracted by her; don’t put words in my mouth!”

You began to pout a little, stomping off to grab your bag and go back home. “Please don’t tell me you’re jealous and going to leave over that!”

“Well then tell me why you were distracted?!” you began to shout. He grabbed your hands to pull you closer and kissed your cheek before starting to dash off. In an instant you started running after him and an attempt to stop him.

“I got your gift for our one year anniversary, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it!” he laughed, avoiding your swinging bag.

Chenle

Just like Haechan, he’s pretty sassy and can roast you out of existents if he wanted. Though when he got in an argument with a significant other, I feel like he’d be a little more on the serious side. Arguments were more expressed with physical actions versus verbal. He has a lot of pride in himself, so he’d try to be mature about situations, especially if he was in a relationship with someone who was older than him. He really tries to show that he can be responsible in serious situations. Though if the fight is about something minor, he’ll just roast you until you give up. Kinda like a pokemon battle. 10/10 will kick your ass.

“Okay I know you’re upset, but please just sit down and talk with me. If we’re going to be a couple we need to work on our differences.”

“Well maybe we should just...”

“Don't say anything and just please sit down. I’ll explain everything, and then we can talk about it. You’re my first real relationship, and i’m not losing you over some stupid fight.”

((Boy i’m trying so hard not to make this into a crack reaction. Almost turned Chenle’s into a snickers commercial with a “You’re not you when you’re hungry™”))

Jisung

(An actual baby)

You are most likely his first real relationship, so fighting with a significant other was so new to him. When you got angry, he honestly didn't know what to do. The arguments were mainly one sided, and he often would stand there feeling a little hurt while you would do the talking. Jisung is definitely more of the silent one when it comes to arguments. 

I’m sorry Jisung’s is so short! My computer keeps crashing, and i’ve re written his scenario over 4 times, and I no longer have the will to write it a 5th time.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Someone I used to know

Summary: Y/N finally moved on from her broken heart. Will a ghost from her past change that?

Pairing: Brett Talbot x witch!reader; Isaac Lahey x witch!reader

Warnings: indications of smut, cursing, mentions of death and abuse

Word count: ~ 2k

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I was awoken abruptly by my alarm clock ringing. I groaned and went to pull the covers over my head when I felt an arm wrap around me. I gasped in surprise and turned to face the human this arm belonged to. To my utmost pleasure it wasn't a human, rather a werewolf. My werewolf.

„Morning Beauty“ he spoke with a lazy smile on his face.

„Morning Beast“ I reply flinching at the raspiness in my voice.

I've been exclusive with Brett for almost 7 months now, although our flirtations began sometime during the dread doctors debacle. It took me a while to let him in as my heart was still broken from my previous “relationship”, but I've never once regretted it.

Brett was like a dash of fresh air. He made me laugh like no other, he understood me, he listened. Every Monday morning he'd show up at my school with a bouquet of sunflowers because he knew how much I love them. Sometimes he'd sneak inside my room during the night and we'd spend the night cuddling. This apparently happened last night as I was in shock to find him in my bed.

„I can't believe I didn't hear you come in last night“ I murmur and lean closer to him.

„You were sleeping like you were dead“ he smirked and leaned in connecting our lips in a long kiss. He placed his hand on my waist and drew me closer deepening the kiss. As we parted I saw his eyes glow a golden yellow and lips curve up into a smile and I couldn't help but smile back. His kisses always made me breathless, and I was always smug about being able to make his true eyes show. I loved his golden hues.

„We'll be late, but we could have some fun“ he says with a flirtatious tone as his face inches closer to my neck. He knows that once he kisses my neck my resistance will crumble. After just a few delicate touches of his warm, gentle lips my hands will start to do his bidding. I felt a hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of his lips, burning as they make contact with my neck. A hand runs through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around my waist, and pulls me close to his pine scented body.

I was pulled out of the trance by my phone ringing.

„Leave it“, he says as he nibbles on my lower lip.

„It could be Scott.“ I state pulling away and he releases a low growl at the loss of contact. Caller ID showed Liam and I showed Brett and got him even more worked up.

„Ignore him“ he tries to convince me, but I just shake my head and answer the call.

„Hey, Liam, what's up?“ I answer casually.

„One: you two are late. Two: Scott told me to tell you to come to practice today, it's urgent.“ Liam starts making me roll my eyes.

„What's so urgent that it can't wait half an hour longer?“ I ask as I send a coy smile in Brett's direction making him groan and bury his face in a pillow.

„Just trust me, okay?“ Liam says with annoyance in his voice and I roll my eyes once more.

„Fine! We'll be there in 10.“ I reply and get up. Throwing my phone into my bag I go to the bathroom to freshen up. Brett walks up behind me and kisses my shoulder lightly and leans his head in the crook of my neck as I brush my teeth.

„We need to get ready“ I mumble leaning into him, feeling his heart beating that always calms me down.

„I know, I just wanna enjoy this moment a little longer.“ He replies in a whisper and leaves a kiss right below my ear making me shiver.

„You're really cheesy sometimes“ I reply and finish up my morning routine. No glamorous make up today, just a touch of my favorite shade of red lipstick.

We arrive to school about five minutes later than usual. Brett goes to the locker-room to get ready as he agreed to help Liam train in order to keep his wolf side in check. Apparently every supernatural creature was slowly losing control over their abilities, but me. I should have mentioned I'm a witch. I'm not quite on the Bonnie Bennet level, but I'm getting stronger.

I walk to the bleachers and find Mason and Liam conversing. Noticing me approaching Liam stops talking and looks at me like a deer caught in headlights.

„Why are you being all suspicious?“ I raise an eyebrow and he turns to Mason and they begin their weird rambling with a sole purpose of lying their asses off, but I wasn't having it.

„One of you answer my question, slowly, coherently.“ I order and they both stiffen and start arguing about who will be the lucky one to piss me off.

Anger started flickering in my eyes as irritation rolled off me in waves and I knew Liam could sense that too. Just as I was about to resort to yelling I felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around me and I instantly relaxed.

„How did you manage to piss of my girl in a matter of five minutes this time DuMbar?“ Brett questions as Liam rolls his eyes.

„Where's Scott? Why am I needed here?“ I add.

„Come with us on the field and you'll see why“, he says making me narrow my eyes in suspicion. What the hell is going on?

I walk slowly to the field with Brett, hand in hand, and just as we enter I look left and see exactly why Scott asked me to come. My heart dropped and my head was spinning. He was here.

„What's with the mood change“, Brett asks, worry laced in his voice.

„That guy right there“ I point to HIM, „He's the one that broke my heart“ I say with a slightly shaky voice and Brett looks up swiftly to see him better.

„So that's Isaac Lahey.“ He states and I nod.

Just as Brett said his name, Isaac turned in our direction and he visibly paled. I guess he didn't know I was coming here either. He turned to Scott and they started whispering vigorously back and forth and I rolled my eyes for the third time this morning and turned to my boyfriend only to see him staring intently at Isaac.

„Hey, you okay?“ I ask him, putting a hand on his cheek.

„He's kinda hot“ he replies making my jaw drop.

„Brett, don't you dare make googly eyes at my ex!“ I exclaim making him laugh lightly.

„Someone jealous?“ He questions with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smile.

„Teeny tiny bit“ I answer honestly and hug him, leaning my head on his chest seeking comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. I'm startled by a low growl rumbling through his chest a few moments later and I look up too see him looking behind me as Isaac was sitting on the bleachers and staring at me.

„Who's jealous now?“ I ask with a smirk and pull him in for a kiss. After that is the heady bliss, feeling his emotions in lips so full of love. There is something unique in all the world about our kiss, and it is that we love one another down to our souls - a sacred bridge between two minds, two souls, two bodies. Brett and I were real, true love kind of real. I was his anchor and he was mine. Nothing was going to change that. Not even Isaac.

As we pull apart he gives me one last peck and a wink before pulling his helmet down and running off to piss off Liam as much as he could. I turn to the man sitting on the bleachers who was now staring at his hands and walk to the other end, refusing to sit next to him.

About five minutes later I felt his presence next to me. I thought he got the message, but apparently I was wrong.

„Hi.“ Isaac says quietly reminding me of the shy boy he used to be when we were growing up.

I look at Brett as he takes his helmet off and gives me a 'is he bothering you' look and I just shake my head.

„Hi.“ I reply calmly and turn to look at him.

Isaac was just as beautiful as I remembered. His dark blonde hair was still perfectly curly making my stomach twist as I remembered how it felt to run my fingers through those soft curls. His large, deep-set blue eyes bore into mine almost as he looked for something he cared for dearly but lost along the way. He wasn't as pale as he used to be...I guess running away from the supernatural drama to France did him good.

„I missed you.“ He states making me scoff.

„Don't even go there.“ I say and look away. I forgot how honest and straightforward he became since the bite. I was used to the shy, timid Isaac. That's mostly how I chose to remember him.

It's a cliche, really. Boy and girl meet, become good friends. Girl falls for the boy and thinks he loves her too, only for him to fall for her friend and run away after her death without a word. I was always there for him, no matter what. Sometimes I was there to let him vent about his dad, sometimes to patch him up after his dad took his frustrations on him, other times to give him a place to stay when things got way out of hand.

I loved him, thinking he was the one, thinking he might love me back, and that's when Derek gave him the bite. He became an arrogant, power-hungry ass that didn't mind hooking up with anything that moved. First, there was Erica, and then there was Allison. Watching them become closer and start falling for each other broke apart pieces of my heart that I thought I'd never get back. Brett pieced me back together and I will always love him for that.

„I'm just saying how I feel.“ Isaac responds.

„So was I. You don't get to disappear for a year and a half without a word and just waltz back here expecting me to wait for you with open arms.“ I remark harshly.

„Oh, I'm so sorry I'm not perfect as you. I was broken and lost and I needed to get away. I needed to do something for myself and I did it. Doesn’t seem like you were lonely without me anyways.“ He replies matching my harsh tone.

„You were broken? Ever though about how I felt? I didn't just lose Allison that night, I lost you too. My best friend, the guy I was madly in love with, I discovered I had supernatural abilities! My life was spiraling and I had no one to talk to as you were the only one I was close enough to talk about all that. You were broken? Well, you broke me too! You can’t blame me for fixing what you broke. Brett made me whole again!“ I shout losing my cool as wind started blowing a bit too fast for a sunny day. My powers were getting out of control.

„You were in love with me?“ He asked stunned by this information.

„I was...not anymore...As far as I'm concerned you're just somebody I used to know.“ I reply and walk towards Brett who was already heading in my direction as he felt the wind pick up.

Brett wraps his arms around me and rubs soothing circles on my back.

„Are you alright, my Beauty?“ He questions lifting my chin up to look into my eyes.

„When you're with me? Always, my Beast.“ I answer honestly as he leans in and gives me a light kiss.

Walking out of the field I notice the net was ripped.

„You did that?“ I ask and he shakes his head.

„Liam. He's losing it.“ He replies and I lean into his side continuing our walk.

Little did I know there was someone else who noticed the ripped net, and that someone did not suspect Liam, rather my boyfriend.