#█░☾* IN THE INNER QUEUE.

[constellaticn]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ -- tag dump.

[juulle987]

I Hope She Makes You Happy

⋆ ✶ ★ ☾ ★ ✶ ⋆ Lucien Vanserra x y/n

summary: You and Lucien have been friends for some time now. You’ve got feelings for the red head. But does he feel the same?

words: 2.9k

TW: mentions of alcohol, language, implied smut, it gets a bit steamy 🔥, fluff, a bit of angst

note: English is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes

🦊

It was a normal weekend in Velaris, which means that me and my two best friends got ready to go to Rita’s. I wear a black long sleeved laced crop top, with a black bralet sewn into the top, a floor long black skirt that started just shyly above my navel and had a thigh high slit on both legs, and black glitter high heels. Maybe today I could finally get a male to turn his attention to me. I don’t want to say that I was desperate, but by the Cauldron…

“Y/n, have you got any make up?”

“Yeah sure. Just right over there in that tiny bag”, I pointed over to a chest of drawers. On top was a mirror and my make up bag. Admittedly, there wasn’t much in there but enough to keep me going. My friend, Kyara, applied some red lip stick and mascara. I did the same but added a black line of kohl on my upper eye lid. I just like how my y/e/c sparkle even more.

“Are you two finally ready?” Ophelia questioned us while taking a long sip from her wine. 

When she arrived at my apartment she was already fully dressed and dolled up. Basically just joining so she can empty my wine cupboard. She goes back into my kitchen and pours each of us another glass of wine. As Kyara and I move over to her, she gives us our glasses.

“To a lovely girls night out! And hopefully some willing males as I really need to get fucked!” I roll my eyes at Ophelia’s speech and we toast our glasses together. After we emptied our glasses we make our way to Rita’s. As usual we have to queue but luckily it’s summer and it goes rather quickly. As soon as we’re inside we’re being greeted by loud music, flickering lights and all scents imaginable - sweat, arousal, alcohol,… 

We make our way through the crowd towards the bar, (un)fortunately we don’t make it that far. There, leaning against the wall of a booth, he is standing. His red hair all flowing openly around his shoulders and back, some strands have been braided back tightly. He is wearing a casual white shirt and green pants, coupled with brown shoes. No boots this time then. Ok. He is holding a glass of red wine in his hand and seems a bit bored, being honest. He doesn’t seem to be engaged in the conversations the others have. Nor does he look at them. It nearly seems as if he’s having a secret conversation with his wine.

So I take my chance.

“LUUUCIIII!!!” I yell as loud as I can, open my arms wide as I walk just a tiny bit faster over to him. He puts his glass down and embraces me in a tight, warm hug. 

The scent I know all too well and love the most engulfs me: bonfire, fallen leaves and apple. Am I addicted to it? Definitely. Maybe. No, definitely. My hands go straight for his face, holding him while my thumbs caress his beautiful jaw line. Lucien wraps his arms around my hips and seems to be holding me impossibly tighter. Even after that hug he doesn’t let go of me and his hand lingers on the small of my back, while my hand lays flat on his chest, trying to savour his warmth and the feel of his muscles underneath.

Lucien leans down slightly and whispers in my ear “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” I can’t help the bright smile crossing my face.

He shortly lets go of me to go behind me and takes Ophelia and Kyara in a warm hug as well. They exchange short hellos and how are you’s before Lucien returns to me. Being honest I don’t pay much heep to the other people on that table, even though I know that it’s the High Lord and Lady and their Inner Circle. 

“Why didn’t you let me know you’re visiting?” I ask him while pouting and making puppy eyes.

“I didn’t plan on it. Rhysand told me just yesterday.” He gestures over to the High Lord. I turn my head towards all of them, nod my head in greeting and return to Lucien. Nevertheless I didn’t fail to see the look on their faces. Thousands of questions. Emotions written all over their faces. That’s not everything. I feel talons scraping at my mental shield, but I block them. 

Nice try, my High Lord. Come back when you’re less obvious trying to spy information from me.

I hear a low growl and know exactly that this did not please him. I couldn’t give a damn about it. Lucien has told me enough for me to not ever wanting to be a part of their elite circle. 

“How long are you going to stay?” I ask Lucien while my hand rests on his biceps. Not trying to make it too obvious that I’m more than just interested in this male.

“Let’s go over to the bar.”

All four of us leave the Inner Circle behind and make our way over to the bar. Tye, the bar keeper, already knows us and what we’re drinking: three white wines and one red. After that we go over to a round table with four chairs, sit down and start to converse. 

Lucien and I met a while back. Right after the war with Hybern. Ever since we’ve grown to be friends and I introduced him to my friends. So he’s very familiar with Kyara and Ophelia. The conversation is flowing smoothly. I’ve got the feeling this is what Lucien misses with the others. With us he can be more of his own self than with the Inner Circle. As we’re talking I can’t help but notice that we both are stealing glances of the other one. I mean, who could blame me? Lucien is by far one of the most beautiful males I’ve ever seen. If not the most beautiful. As his hand is resting on one of his thighs I take is hand in mine and with my thumb I start drawing small patterns on his palm. He on the other hand slowly strokes my arm with his other hand. If he continues like this I’m going to fuck him right here on this table. In front of everyone. 

A small giggle escapes his lips and I turn my head to him.

“What’s so funny?”

He leans over to me and whispers in my ear: “Don’t think I can’t smell you.” 

My face goes all red and I bite my lower lip.

“Didn’t get enough last time it seems.”

Last time… We were having a small gathering at my place and played Truth or Dare. I took dare and had to kiss the most beautiful person in the room. Which to be fair was an easy choice. But ever since that day my dreams are filled with his soft lips. The taste of him. His scent.

I throw him a raspberry at that and try to calm myself down. This male radiates too much heat. In all meanings.

“So, how are Vassa and Jurian doing? And the mortal lands? When are you taking us?”

Lucien laughs at Kyara’s questions but goes to answer her: “Everything’s fine. The two are bickering all the time but won’t admit that they fuck. Didn’t think through that I can hear and smell them.” 

We all laugh at his admission. Although I can’t fail to see the bit of hurt in his eyes. I know he wants someone he can love, cherish, worship. But I’m not sure if he can after everything that happened with Jesminda. She is also the reason I don’t jump straight onto Lucien’s cock whenever I see him. Or why I haven’t shared what I feel for him with him. I want to give him time. And I’m not even sure about the Elain situation. Elain. His mate. Who is hovering after another male as if she’s a bitch on heat. 

“You have to take us with you at some point”, I say after we’ve all calmed down from laughing.

“I’d love to. But are you three sure you want to go to the Mortal Lands?”

“Why not? I’m sure they won’t bite.”

“They may not bite, but they can do other things.” 

I see the memory playing in his mind and try to change the subject: “How about we all finally hit the dance floor. I mean that’s what we’re here for.” 

I grab Lucien’s hand even tighter and drag him with me to the dance floor. I just love dancing. Although I never would claim I’m good at it. Lucky for me Lucien, Kyara and Ophelia don’t make any fun of me. The songs are really good this time and I let my body flow to the rhythm of the music. Not caring about anything around me. That is until I feel two strong hands and arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer into a hard, muscled chest. I can feel the heat rising inside of me. I swear that sweat is starting to form on my forehead. I want him. I want him so badly. Especially now as Lucien’s hips are pushing impossibly closer into my backside and I can feel his hardened cock rubbing against the fabric of my skirt. A little moan escaping my lips. I lean my head back into his shoulder while his hands keep tracing up and down my torso. Ever so slightly leaving small trails around my breasts. I take one of his hands in mine and we interlace our fingers. My other arm and hand wrap around his head, playing with his red locks. I ankle my head to the side, my nose lightly pressing against his lower cheek. Mother boil me! I want to kiss him so badly. While looking into his russet and golden eyes, I have to bite my lower lip to not act on my feelings. Lucien leans down, our lips so close, not even a hair would fit through it. Before I can say or do anything his soft, delicious lips meet mine and he turns me around. I place my hands around his neck while his hands wrap around me hips, one of them going down to my bum, squeezing it ever so slightly. His tongue licks along my lips, asking for permission. I part my lips for him and in one swift motion our tongues are tangled. Oh Cauldron! This male just tastes so delicious. At the sensation of finally having this, my heart beats like crazy, my breathing is staggered. I’m totally and entirely lost in the moment. I got no idea how much time has past. Only when we let go of each other, lips all red and swollen, I manage to take in the others around me. The Inner Circle. Dancing, but still throwing daggers at me with their eyes. I look at Lucien. To my friends. I feel so embarrassed at this moment. Did Lucien only kiss me to make Elain jealous? To get any sort of reaction out of her? I let go of him. My arms falling slack beside me. I can’t breathe. I’ve got the feeling I’m drowning. I need to get out of here.

Without turning to my friends or Lucien, I just make my way outside. I got the feeling that the world is spinning. My mouth dry. My throat clenching together. I walk as fast as I can. Not wanting to see any of them. Thoughts racing through my mind. How could I’ve been so stupid? How could I’ve ever thought that he, Lucien, son of the Autumn Court High Lord, would feel the same way for me as I feel for him? How could I have not noticed his mate being on the dance floor before he started kissing me? I’m pretty sure that right at this moment he’s either making fun of me for being so easy and naïve or shoving his tongue down Elain’s throat. I can smell the salt of my tears. I feel how they are running down my cheeks. I don’t care. I just want to get home. Want to be curled up in my bed under my blankets. 

I make my way up to my apartment and smell him. The scent that always drove me crazy. Now it’s just a sign of my utter stupidity. It probably still lingers on my clothes, my skin. I desperately have to wash it off as soon as I’m home. I open my door and stare at the figure in front of me. Of course he winnowed inside of my flat.

“Get out.” I say as calmly as I can, still my voice is filled with bitterness.

“Y/n, please. It’s not what you think.”

“GET. OUT.” My face is covered in tears. I ball my hands into fists. I can’t decide whether I’m sad or angry. Probably both.

Lucien just stands there. Leaning against the kitchen counter. His arms crossed in front of him. I make my way to my kitchen, not because of him. I need a drink. A strong one. Especially now that he’s here. I walk past him and don’t even look at him.

As I go through my cupboards looking for my favourite whiskey, Lucien starts talking.

“I came to Velaris for two reasons, okay three. First I have meetings with Rhysand. But that’s unimportant. Second. I came here to talk to Elain. I basically broke the bond. Officially. I talked to her yesterday. I don’t have any feelings for her. I can somewhat still feel that bond, but it’s basically dead. She doesn’t desire me. I don’t desire her. Not anymore.”

At that I pour myself a big glass of whiskey and empty it half way. It burns its way down my tongue and throat, right into my stomach. Just what I needed.

“And the third reason. I met someone. She’s from Velaris.” 

I cross my arms over my chest and try not to explode. Is he seriously going to tell me this shit now? After everything that happened tonight?

“She’s … She had my heart from the second I saw her. She’s the most intelligent, most funny, caring, loving person I’ve ever met. I lost my heart to her. She is the one I want to spent the rest of my life with.”

I can’t stop the tears from falling. I just want to get out of here. My heart broken. Shattered on the floor and he’s stumping on it. I take another sip from my glass, put it back down on the counter and try to make my way to my bedroom. 

I stop for a second, looking up at him and say “I hope she makes you happy.”

“You do. You do make me happy.”

Am I going mad? Did I just hear that right? 

I openly stare at him. My mouth forming an ‘o’, my eyes wide.

“Y/n. It’s you.” He wraps his one arm around my waist and pulls me closer. His other hand goes to my cheek, wiping away some of the tears. Lucien brings his forehead to mine. I can feel his breath on my face. 

“It’s been you since the second I saw you in that book store.” A kiss to my nose. 

“From that moment on all I could think about was you.” Another kiss to my forehead. “After we kissed during that stupid game”, a kiss to my one cheek, “all I could think about was your scent. Your lips. Your taste.” A kiss to my other cheek. 

“To have my arms wrapped around you. To feel your heartbeat. To smell you at day and night.” 

He kisses my lips. I can’t control my breathing. My heart seems to be jumping out of me chest. 

“All I could think about was how you’d be the first I see in the morning, and the last I see at night.” Another kiss to my lips. 

With my hands I reach up to cup is face. Placing a small kiss to his lips. 

“For you to be by my side. For you to follow me, for me to follow you no matter where our future will lead us.” 

“Lucien…”

He kisses me again while pulling me even closer to him. My fingers trace the scars on his face. I wanted to touch them for so long. Letting him know how much I love everything about him. Lucien leans is head down to nozzle my nose.

“It’s always been you.” His voice merely a whisper. Before he can kiss me I slightly jump up, wrap my legs tightly around his waist and my arms around his neck while his hands grab my thighs. I place a passionate kiss onto his lips. Nibbling them slightly before I let go. I put my forehead to his and say softly “It’s always been you.”

Relief seems to be trailing through his body at my words and at that he embraces me in a long kiss. Lips parting to let the other one in. Savouring the taste of each other. The kiss is filled with passion, lust, wanting, love, desire. 

All this time. All this time we’ve been two idiots in love. A love stronger than any mating bond.

“I’m sorry.” I say after we’ve kissed each other breathless. “I’m sorry for how I reacted.”

“No need to be sorry, sunshine. But if you like you could show me just how sorry you really are.” He winks at me as he carries me into my bedroom.

Needless to say I was in for a long night of ‘apologies’ 

[corruptedgood]

❝    do you really think that was the BEST idea   -----   ?   ❞       he loves school,     but it’s had to take a back burner these past two years with everything else he’s had to research    (    werewolves,    kitsunes,    the beast of gévaudan   ----    old books on the shelf have been replaced with those of mythology and the supernatural.   )      even if natalie may want them out of beacon hills as soon as possible,     and even if that sounds like a great plan after the trauma they’ve all faced here,     what about everyone else?     what about the people who don’t know the horror that lives here and certainly don’t know how to PROTECT themselves from it?       

❝    i mean,    i’ve been excited about university all my life,     but it feels like your mom is giving us an easy way out by letting us skip a year.    might be better for us,    but   ----   feels unfair for everyone else here.   ❞       and he feels like he has to stay,    has to see it all out to ensure that everything and everyone is stays safe. 

         ☾* @omenbrought

[corruptedgood]

❝   i don’t know why i still come here,   ❞       he points out as they make their way through sinema,     a place that had become something of routine for mason in the last year    (    he didn’t have a lot of friends before the pack;    it was difficult to meet anyone unless he was in a place like this.   )       ❝   you know when you step into a place and you can just feel all over again how many times you’ve almost died there?  ❞       for them,    there’s plenty of places like that   -----   and for mason,   sinema is one of them.     but he’s hoping there’s no girtabilu in the crowd with stingers protruding from his limbs ready to destroy him and stiles this time.       ❝   ---    but the drinks are still good and easy to get away with,     so i don’t think i’m going to stop coming here anytime soon.   ❞ 

         ☾* @eatpanic

[corruptedgood]

❝     okay,    i’m completely,    totally panicking.       i’ve already spent $233 on his present.      but it doesn’t feel like enough    -------     come on,     how do i say   ‘  i love you for saving my life a thousand times while you needed saving yourself  ‘  -----   ?      RIGHT,    exactly,     you can’t say that with a present.     or a fancy dinner.       corey deserves everything,     how can i show him that?  ❞ 

         ☾* @fierceli

[corruptedgood]

he had opened his mouth to speak at least four times by now,    ready to reveal why he had been acting so strange ever since he had twisted his ankle in the woods earlier that day when they had been exploring.       it was because he thought he remembered something    (    the way his fingers felt as they dug into the dirt had been all too familiar,    as if he had crawled out of something there before.    )       part of him wanted to leave it alone,     to convince himself that he was just imagining things again   -----   false memories had come by all too often after all he had been through.      ❝    OKAY,    okay   ------  ❞      he finally blurted out.      ❝    maybe i’m just imagining this.     maybe i’m not.    maybe i know this happened and that’s why i can’t get it out of my head   -----    but it felt real.    it felt like an honest memory.   ❞       but he couldn’t tell the difference anymore,    it was why he was so frantic.     ❝   the hole.     the holes we were buried in.     i think   ----    i think i remember crawling out of it.   ❞  

         ☾* @nctafailure

[corruptedgood]

❝    do people ever stop looking at you like that?    ❞          the question is out of nowhere,     as most of his inquiries are.      when something’s on his mind,      he can’t keep it in for long.       and after all this time of wondering,     of waiting for time to pass while pretending the hesitant looks have stopped,    he needs to know   ----   from someone else’s perspective. 

he clears his throat,    body turning towards the other.      ❝   you know,    like you’re fragile?   ❞       he’s not fragile;    he’ll never believe that’s what he is.    but although he doesn’t want to be fragile,     he doesn’t want to be EVIL either,    even if that evil is just using his body to create itself   -----    much like he knows stiles has experienced before.     BUT IT’S NOT COMING BACK,     it’s what he’s constantly reminding himself   -----   yet it always seems like the others forget,    with the way they’re telling him to  ‘ take it easy  ‘   or  ‘ not get involved.  ‘  

being human isn’t a flaw.

❝   or should i just get used to it   ------   ?   ❞ 

         ☾* @mschiefed.

[corruptedgood]

BOLD  WHAT  YOUR  MUSE  CAN  DO.

repost,    do  not  reblog. tagged  by  @inatlas   &   @unsolvedcase

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock | fly a plane | train a dog/cat | fix a car | apologize | write a business letter | write in a second language | say the alphabet backwards | read music | cook complex meals | change oil | paint nails | draw | socialize | march | take apart a gun | drive a rig | operate a tank | climb a tree | rock climb | tie a cherry stem | basic first-aid | draw blood | put out a fire

[corruptedgood]

❝   ----    so what do you do when your boyfriend  doesn’t know how to trust the other most important people in your life?   ❞       he can’t blame corey,     not after what scott did to him.     it’s everything else that scott has ever done that he wishes he’d see    (    it’s knowing that scott took his pain even he didn’t know corey,     that he was so willing to save all the chimeras,     not just that he had stabbed him to read his memory without permission.    )     and if his boyfriend can’t get along with his best friend,    how could he ever find some common ground between it all?     he refuses to pick sides;     he wouldn’t.     ❝   i mean,    hypothetically.     if one’s boyfriend hypothetically  didn’t think he belonged with their pack,    but you   ---   hypothetically  ---   believe that it’s the best place for him,    how do you show him that?   ❞ 

        ↷   @vixaen​  ╱   ☾

[corruptedgood]

 ❝    WHAT DO YOU NEED ME TO DO?      i can figure it out.     ❞        he always does;       figuring things out is HIS THING,     it’s the easiest way for him to avoid feeling helpless.      once he starts feeling that way,      he feels EMPTY   ----    like he can’t do anything at all.      he doesn’t know ethan all that well,     but he does know he’s an ally the pack has relied on before   -----   that means he’s willing to do what he has to do to help.    ❝   seriously,     anything.   ❞  

        ↷   @ethanthebroken​  ╱   ☾

[corruptedgood]

❝    you didn’t have to do that.    ❞            no one forced him to,     no one was relying on THIS,        no one suggested it.         it was an idea theo came up with on his own,      before anyone else could handle the situation    -----       and when mason saw him act on it,      something CHANGED.      whether it be within theo,     or within the thoughts that mason had of him,     he wasn’t sure   -------     BUT HE FELT PROUD.         ❝    ----    but you did.     you helped him.   ❞         maybe they couldn’t SAVE HIM like they wanted,     but theo made his last few moments bearable.     for the first time in such a long time,     mason felt respect for the boy across from him.       ❝    i shouldn’t have said that to you.     i shouldn’t have told you you can’t do it.     i was   -----    scared.   ❞      of their surroundings,     of HIM.      but he saw more in theo now.

        ↷   @nctafailure​  ╱   ☾

[corruptedgood]

❝   i’m glad you and liam are good now.      i mean,      we’re ALL good.  ❞       he had faith in nolan;     he knew he just hadn’t seen the light yet     (  some people still hadn’t.   )     but it felt so much better to have him on their side;     it was easier to PROTECT him that way.       ❝   -------   but you know,     he’s my best friend.     so   -----   don’t get any ideas.   ❞     he’s teasing,     mostly   -----    but it’s still so strange,     the idea of him and liam developoing MORE friendships after going most of their lives just having each other.   

        ↷   @susceptibles​  ╱   ☾

[corruptedgood]

❝   i gotta tell you something.   ❞        he didn’t have to,     but he WANTED to   ----    liam was his best friend,     the one person he always wanted to tell everything to,     especially the HAPPY moments of his life.      this was something he didn’t want to bottle up.        ❝   but you can’t laugh or whatever the hell you’re going to do    -----     it’s about corey.   ❞ 

        ↷   @bittenrage  ╱   ☾

[corruptedgood]

HIS BODY ACHED,    made up of scars and bruises,    covered in blood and fresh CLAW MARKS.      body clung to theo’s only for the support he knew was necessary to get him comfortably into the clinic.      the anuk-ite had done exactly what it was supposed to do  -----     amplified their fear,    made them act irrationally,      twisted their minds into focusing on things that shouldn’t be haunting them now.      mason wanted to believe there was a good in everyone,      and he had seen it in theo before   -----    he just knew that was only through things he did,     not who he was.     ❝   i’m fine,   ❞      he muttered,     placing his baseball bat on the table as his other hand grabbed onto the edge,     holding himself up and leaning away from theo.     ❝   just don’t call anyone.    liam doesn’t need to know i’m hurt.  ❞     his tone was usually softer,    much WARMER to anyone he was talking to,     but he learned that he couldn’t always do that with theo.    when it came to sticking up for him like he needed,    he would,    but in a situation like this?     he had to stand his ground;    he couldn’t be WEAK against him.    he couldn’t let theo walk all over him.    

☾* @nctafailure​.

[corruptedgood]

“Thank you for always sticking with me.” / corey

                                        what happened in the library was dangerous on levels that they hadn’t experienced just yet.     exposing the supernatural,     making everyone else AWARE that it exists could be disastrous    (    and so far,    it had only proven to be just as chaotic as they always feared.    )      mason understood exactly what nolan had tried to accomplish   ——   he wasn’t just trying to expose corey and the others.      he was trying to PROVOKE FEAR,      to show everyone that these supernatural creatures are the enemy.      mason would always stand by the fact that they weren’t the enemies here.      they weren’t monsters;      they were HUMANS,     but he could understand why the hunters had no reason to believe that yet,     given the only evidence they truly had was of all the bad things that had happened in this town.      still,    it only made mason want to fight harder to reveal the truth   ——    that these people he held so close to him were GOOD,     and the hunters that wanted to badly to kill them were actually lucky to have them around    ——-     he just hoped they could prove that before the hunters accomplished their goals.    

                                 ❝    come on,     there’s no way i’m leaving you.     DEFINITELY not now.   ❞       maybe being the human next to him might HELP,    it might get people off the track that nolan had put them on.     a hand reached for his,     holding it lightly in his hand as the other moved on top of it.     fingers trailed against the top of his hand that was now healed.     ❝    i know everything is SCARY right now,     and we don’t know what to expect,     but no matter what happens,    i’m going to be here.     i’m not letting anyone believe that you’re the bad guy.   ANY of you,   ❞         he clarified,    wrapping his fingers around his to hold his hand lightly.      ❝    you don’t have to thank me.     i WANT to be with you.      i just   ——   i wish things were easier.     i wish you didn’t have to deal with this.     i wish  .    .    .      you didn’t have to worry what’s going to happen next.   ❞        he was worried too,     because with more and more people finding out about his pack,     they were going to keep doing things like THIS.   anything was possible,     it only made mason want to stick closer to corey.

☾* @knowingtruth.

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❝    I HATE THIS.      going to different schools,       knowing different people   -----    not knowing what’s going on.      it’s harder than i thought.   ❞       because he’s left standing here in front of his best friend in an empty locker room in a school that’s not his own,      while his best friend is BLEEDING from people mason doesn’t know.       he knows that he can’t exactly protect him,      but the idea of not being able to TRY makes it so difficult for mason to even focus back at beacon hills high.       attending liam’s lacrosse games was supposed to make him feel better about the separation,     not WORSE when he’s left with a beaten down version of him.        a hand moves to rest on his knee as he shifts to sit in front of him,     eyes locked on his.        ❝    it’s going to get better.      it ALWAYS does.     it did for me,     see?    ❞        but when mason faced backlash,    liam had been there to help protect him   -----    things were different now.        ❝   how can i help?     anything,     tell me.     i want to do something.    ❞       he NEEDED to do something.

                   ↷ @bittenrage. ☾