#I’m so heartbroken honestly I’m tired of faking everything I want to be happy

[sensitivegoblin]

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[attemptinghaikyuu]

Joking About Dating A Friend But They Take You Seriously

A/n: woohoo, we’re doing another one babbyyy! I’ll never get tired of these sorts of situations honestly <3

G/n reader

Team Captains (most of them~)

Kuroo Tetsurou

He was walking behind you, about to tap your shoulder, witty conversation starter at the tip of his tongue one he totally hadn’t prepared a day beforehand, only to be hit with you saying “Wow, look at you! A fantastic boyfriend i have indeed.”

Reals back, all thoughts flying out of his head

All internal excitement dissipates as panic and dread take its place

You had introduced Kuroo to the guy you were calling your boyfriend, saying you were only friends and yet…

How come he didn’t know? Him and you were close to each other, right? Had he been so deep into your smiles and pretty eyes that he had misread everything? Maybe he had made up the little signs that meant you felt the same

It was probably his feelings making him a lovesick fool

That thought stuck with him the most because that made him pretty delusional if he got everything this mixed up

He has so many questions rattling in his brain, pinning him down, that he doesn’t realize you’ve turned around and are staring at him

It takes your hand waving back and forth in front of him to startle him out of his trance

His panic doubles, voice strained

“Ahh, hey there kitten. What’s new?”

It’s missing his usual excitement and he sounds strangled, you notice right away that he’s also turned away from you

“Tets are you all good? Are you sick, I could get you some medicine if you aren’t feeling well?”

“What no, I’m not- you don’t have to do any of that, I’m better than I could ever be.” He chuckles and he knows he’s not being convincing in the slightest

“Huh, I’ll get the truth out of you in a sec, I’m gonna say bye to my friend and then we can go, okay?”

“Don’t you mean boyfriend.” It comes out before he can stop himself

The bitter tone is so obvious he’s tempted to bolt, maybe start over as a circus clown

He’s positive he could pull that wig off

Your voice is laced with laughter when you ask if he really does need to go see a doctor

“And what boyfriend?” You pause, smile growing. “Are you talking about yourself or what?”

Now he’s flustered and confused. It’s not like you didn’t talk like that with him but you had a boyfriend now didn’t you or was that..?

“WAIT EARLIER YOU-

He takes a deep breath, he could be wrong, he needs to stay calm

“We’re, we’re you just kidding around when you said your friend was, well ya know?”

You laugh again and explain, slightly embarrassed by the mishap, that yes you were kidding around

He feels all of his confidence come back and asks the question that leads to you two finally dating

“If that’s the case and the spot really isn’t taken, how about I become your boyfriend?”

Bokuto Koutaro

He. Is. Crushed.

Everyone around him can feel the tense atmosphere and looking at his face is like a punch to the gut with his heartbroken eyes, he’s staring at you like you’ve died instead of said you loved your girlfriend

All bokuto had wanted was to give you a quick hug before he headed off to practice

Instead he has to deal with the weight of knowing you’re with someone else, that and the realization that he needs to put away his own feelings so he doesn’t ruin your relationship with the person you love

He had known he liked you for quite awhile, it was hard figuring out a time he should confess or whether that would make you uncomfortable

He’s glad he never tried anything since it saved him from the possibility of making things hard for you, seeing as how you would’ve had to let your friend down

Bokuto looks at you closely, there’s a grin on your face as you stare at her and if you’re happy then he can live with this

That’s what he firmly thinks

And so pulling himself up with a smile, he walks over to you with a solidly convincing amount of energy

He talks excitedly and almost exactly like he would normally

What he’s saying doesn’t sit right with you though

His words are depressing and he looks like he’s forcing himself to talk like this

You stop him in the middle of a joke, that wasn’t all that funny with the sad way it was being told, and ask if he’s okay

His smile gets even bigger, and now you can see it’s clearly fake as he gives you some excuse about training being harder on him lately

You decide to wait and give him a little space, you assume he’ll walk off to volleyball practice, and later you’ll be able to talk with him about whatever’s going on

When he keeps talking and it becomes clear he’s not moving, stalling for time, you ask if you can talk alone with him

“Bo, is um, did something happen? You’re upset aren’t you?” You question him cautiously

“Nope! I’m just glad I get to talk with you, it’s not something I’ll be able to do as often since you have to spend time with your girlfriend and all!”

His smile finally slips as what he said hits you both

You’re quick in explaining the mistake now that you know what’s eating away at him

He can’t believe his luck when he hears you say it was just a joke, it’s too good to be true

But he doesn’t care, he’s just happy

Doesn’t even let himself process it all before he’s asking you to please, think about dating him

You’re both glad his smile is back to normal when you say you’d love to

Kita Shinsuke

Keeps it together like the seemingly impassive and parent friend that he is

Hurts so much more then he wants to admit

Doesn’t want to believe what he just heard but if you say that you have a partner, than those are the facts and he can’t change anything

But shit, does he wish he could

He’s standing right next to you, a step away and if he took it you would be pressed against his side

That’s an impossible reality, a fantasy he needs to put to rest now that he knows your feelings for someone else

That step however, is ungraciously closed when you trip backward from what appears to be your partner moving their foot as you had moved forward, resulting in you falling onto Kita

Instantly flustered by it and is feeling so betrayed by his body when he automatically puts an arm around you to keep you upright

He tries to be respectful as he removes himself from your side, it isn’t right for him to be that close to you, he’ll just have to push down the disappointment he feels from the lack of contact

“Kita-kun! I’m really sorry about that, my friend” you give a pointed glare towards the person of your affection. “accidentally knocked me into you.”

He gives a small smile at you, slightly unsure as to why you would address your partner as just your friend

If he’s being truthful, he doesn’t want to think about it anymore and that’s why he allows himself to shrug off the strange event

He acts like he always does in the next couple days, though the aggressive lilt in his voice that appears at any mistake he spots, gives away his frustration

His feelings are boiling over the surface and he realizes he needs to find a way to get over this

The best way to do that, he concludes, is to tell you his feelings so he can take the rejection and move on

A resolution that he puts into motion the next time he’s with you

He does it simply and tries to make it as small and meaningless as possible

“Thanks for listening to this, I know it must be difficult to deal with.”

You’re speechless and Kita wishes this could be easier but he steels himself for what’s about to come next

“I- Kita, I know you’re not and I apologize in advance, but are you a dumbass?” You’re expression is both mortified and happy and he really doesn’t know what’s happening

“I like you. I was messing around with my friend and I promise you, I will never be doing that again.”

Oh, Kita is so relieved and the first thing he does when you become official is pull you in for a hug

And he’s gonna keep pulling you in for hugs :3

Ushijima Wakatoshi

His surprise is on full display and he ends up staring at you so intensely you automatically come up to ask him what was wrong

Isn’t sure how to put into words how he feels at the moment

You are your own person, so he shouldn’t feel any right to being the one to call you his partner

Yet he can’t stop the disappointment from filling every part of him

Ushijima wants to be mature about this though, If you think that girl is good enough for you then he will live with the heartache

So he shakes his head and comes up with a small excuse for his behavior

He seems normal to most in the following week, quite and stoic, more silent around you than he’s probably ever been but nothing really out of place per say

However his annoyance with your girlfriend only grows when he sees that you are not being treated how most would in a romantic relationship

He’s had enough when he hears her tell you about this pretty girl she saw the other day

She’s all casual and smiles when she says it too

Walks over, taps your shoulder, and asks if you can talk in private

It wasn’t right and he was 100% calm when he explained why he thought you weren’t being treated right

And he definitely wasn’t a little jealous and using the way your girlfriend was acting as a way to see if he could prove he could treat you better

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t being completely rational when he was making his points as to why you should maybe, just possibly reconsider the whole dating your girlfriend thing

But the fact that she hadn’t held your hand was very important and he needed you to know that

He needed you to know that you shouldn’t have to listen to the one you cared for like that, speak of another person they found good looking, especially when the most attractive one was you

Ushijima doesn’t know how to take your silence when he finishes, and you seem… embarrassed?

Had he gone too far? Over stepped a boundary in his jealousy?

He was considering an apology for his rash behavior when you spoke up, though it was more appropriate to call it spoke down with the way you had your head lowered and voice quiet

“Toshi, did you mean all that?”

He’s not sure where this is going, he responds honestly regardless

“Yes, I meant it and I’m sorry if I insulted you.” He doesn’t apologize for insulting your girlfriend tho~

“Then you should probably know that I was only playing around when I said I was dating my friend. We’re not together.” You finally look into his eyes. “I’m pretty single and uh, if you really wanna help me in my dating problems you could date me, that’d fix them all.”

The slightest blush appears on his cheeks and when he reply’s with his yes, it’s almost like a happy sigh

He makes sure to show you how much he loves you everyday, he’s also still slightly bitter around your friend <3

Terushima Yuuji

Freaking out

He is having a hardcore internal screaming sesh

Walks away from you so he can pretend he didn’t just hear that

Also wants to make sure you don’t see him panicking

He finds a place where he’s alone, a field outside the gym he had been in, that is till he’d heard you talk to your boyfriend

Who was apparently, very entertaining if the way you had been laughing was any indication

Stands there, blank for a few seconds

Is so set on not crying over something like this because he knows that you’re amazing and shouldn’t be so surprised over you dating some other dude

He should go back inside and act like he always does, or maybe not since you are with your boyfriend

He’s being stupid, acting this overworked

It’s what he tells himself but he can feel a couple tears slip down his cheeks and there’s a sob bubbling up in his chest against his will

This didn’t feel fair

He wants to do something, he just doesn’t know what

Pretending he’s fine would be a good option if he could stop crying

It’s not looking feasible at the moment however

Takes a shaky breath and is coming to the decision he should leave you alone for now when he hears his name

Someone’s calling him, someone who absolutely cannot see him right now

He starts sprinting, but the thing about crying is that it’s pretty exhausting and before he knows it he’s gasping for breath, too slow to move out of your reach

“Terushima! Why would you-

You stare at his tear stained face, concern pulling your features into a deep frown and he desperately wishes he wasn’t the cause of it

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask the question softly, making it all hurt a little more

His eyes are closed when he replies. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head with.”

“Whatever it is I won’t judge and if you want advice or someone to just listen I’m listening.”

“You, it’s really not..” he breaks. “Are you really with that guy?”

It’s none of his business, why’d he have to ask that?

Understanding lights up your face, and with the new information having connected the dots you move closer to him

“I’m not. He and I were joking, so please don’t cry.” He feels a hand wipe a stray tear from his face

“Would you maybe wanna go out sometime,” you laugh a little. “I hope I didn’t completely misread this, if I did I suppose we’d be matching.. and I wouldn’t mind so much if that was the case.”

He answers by grabbing your hand.

“That answer shouldn’t have been so cute, I’ll forgive you by taking you up on that date though.”

[mona-stay]

Secrets part 2 - Peter Hale

Pairing reader x Peter Hale

Warnings, violence, jealously, angst, slow burn, flitty Peter

You take a long breath, thinking that question yourself. After today, Theo’s attitude all you wanted to do was get your stuff and leave. But where would you go. “honestly I’m not sure. I’m gonna see coach use my hand to get out of work. While Theo still here get my stuff and go. The rest I’ll work out later” you say hopeful.

 

“you know you can always come to me if your stuck, we’re still your friends y/n just because Theo was your boyfriend didn’t mean anything changed with us. Yes Stiles was upset but he got over it” she laughed. Giving you a hug. You’d forgotten how forgiving the Mc'Call pack was.

 

Once your hand was strapped up, you both left. “If your free later where all going to Derek’s your more than welcome to come” she offers. You tell her you’ll think about it before going back to work.

 

Coach Finstock took one look at your hand rolling his eyes. “what happened?” he asked.

 

“fight with my ex”  you say watching him laugh. “look any chance I can rest if the day off, we don’t have any practices today and with this hand I won’t be as useful as normal” you ask. To your surprise he agrees and tells you to be in early tomorrow.

 

You got your bag and started walking to the home you shared with Theo. Feeling dread as you turned the key in the door, taking a deep breath you push the door open to get it over with. You try and ignore the memories you both made in this house.

 

Walking in the living room you let the tears fall looking at a photo of you both together. You flip the picture down laying face down. It was over, now you had to do what you came to do, pack up and leave.

 

You started grabbing your stuff from the room, jumping when you hear a voice behind you. “come crawling back” Tracey said with disgust.

 

“No, but after the way Theo begged me to come back today I could if I wanted to” you sass back wanting to know what she was doing here. You had told in a laugh at the look of hate on her face and the stutter nothing.

 

You walk past her to get some of your other things. She turns watching you, you can tell she’s trying to think of a way to get to you. “If he’s so into you, why was he with ME , chose to come to ME have ME bouncing on his cock and not you!” she said smug, each time she said the word me she took a step closer, trying to look intimating.

 

This time you let your held laugh. “oh really, I saw the way he throw you off him. Let me guess the second he walked back after chasing me, he told you to get dressed and get out. Your here now because he’s avoided you and hoping to try and worm your way back in” you tell her.

 

She looks at you with a blank open mouth expression. The realisation hit you “oh my god I’m right, aren’t I.” You laugh.

 

“no” she tries to lie but it’s too late you both know Theo dropped her like she meant nothing.

 

You don’t what came over you, maybe months of feeling the chimera trying to be better than you, pushing you. “what do you think would happen if Theo came home now I told him I was willing to forgive him if he kicks you out if his pack, who do you think he’ll chose, the quick shag he pushed away, or the girlfriend he ran after, cried and begged to take him back?” you couldn’t hide the joy in your face “I think we both know who he would pick”

 

Tracy looked at you for a second, you tried to read the look in her eyes but they were blank. That was until she launched at you. Groaning in pain as the both of you crashed though the coffee table. She held you pinned under her body, and punches you in the face. Dazed and sore everything was a fast blur, you grab the nearest thing a fallen lamp hitting her in the head with it. The rest of the fight was a mix of you both kicking and hitting each other.

 

It was Theo and Cory running through the door that stopped you both. They drag you apart Theo’s voice streaming stop and what’s going on. “ask your little slut, she attacked me”  you yell, holding your face where it hurt.

 

“y/n please, she meant nothing to me” he says moving closer to you. Tracey growling from the corner Cory had her pinned in.

 

You looked at Theo ready to test his loyalty, “really if she means nothing, get rid of her!” you say. A small pause made you fold your arms waiting for his answer.

 

“baby please, she’s nothing just a pack member, I need all the numbers I can get” he tired to plead with you.

 

“I can’t look at you both together without seeing you together so make a choice Theo or I’ll make it for you!” you demand. When he didn’t answer, just mumbles a baby please don’t, you look at him heartbroken “fine!” you say walking upstairs to pack your bag.

 

When you come down Tracy and Cory had gone but you could still see them outside. “y/n don’t go, please you can’t ask me to choose between my pack and you” he pleads. You look trying to find any real emotion in his eyes.

 

“I loved you Theo, I gave up moving abroad with my sister, my friends here. All for you and you can’t give up one pack member for me, you’d never give up your power for me. I know that now, you say you love me but you’ll always love power more. Goodbye Theo, I hope you find what your looking for” you say holding in your tears as you place a final goodbye kiss on his check, walking out with your suitcase before he can stop you.

You drove to the edge of beacon hills preserve, parking the car sitting on the bonnet, finally letting all the held in emotions out. Lost in your own thoughts, was leaving a good idea, should you have given him a second chance or where do you go next. You wasn’t sure how long you’d sat there for, it wasn’t until you notice it was starting to go dark and cold you moved.

 

You thought about Lydia knowing Derek’s wasn’t far away, turning on your engine you decide to go. Outside you looked up at the windows debating whether to go in or call first. Lydia my have invited you but what about the others. Before you had a chance to call, a know on the window spooked you.

 

Peter stood there smiling at you, motioning for you to unlock the door. “well isn’t this a nice surprise seeing you here, I heard you may show up if you left Theo for good”  he says happily getting in the car. You didn’t say anything, when he looks at you his eyes scans your face. “he didn’t that to you did he?” he asks.

 

You shake your head no, “Tracy is responsible for the face n ribs, Theo is only guilty of having a hard head” you say holding up your strapped up wrist.

 

Peter laughed “I heard you gave him one hell of a punch, stiles seems to think if Theo were human you’d of knocked him out” he says with a tone of awe.

 

“thanks I think” you laugh “it felt great at the time, if I’m gonna be honest. Now though part of me regrets it, my hand is killing” you joke.

 

“so you coming up?” he asks about to get out. Your hesitant not sure if your willing to go or not.

 

“I’m not sure, I don’t know if anyone really wants me there, I was really hoping to catch Lydia, she offered me a place to stay, maybe I can till I sort out where I’m gonna go” you say low

 

“I’m hurt sweetheart” he says, placing his hands on his chest “you already have my guest room, I guess you really don’t wanna stay with me” he adds with a fake pout. “just joking but my offer is always there, now come on up, I want you there too maybe you can what ever Si-Fi movie Stiles chooses more bearable” you can’t tell if he’s joking or not at the last part.

 

“okay” you agree, taking one last look in the mirror wiping any make up lines from crying. Peter opened your door, holding out his hand for you. Taking it you step out the car locking it and head to the loft.

 

Inside everyone seemed happy to see you, even Derek gave you a hug saying he’d missed you. You smile catching the small snarl from Peter. Even Stiles wasn’t harsh with you the most sarcastic thing he said was “glad to see you’ve now seen him for what he is”

 

You spent the next hour chilling with the group, stiles put star wars on party annoyed when someone would start talking. Your eyes often drifting to Peter, each time you did his would already be on you. He would pull a face or roll his eyes in a way for just you to see.

 

“y/n, I probably shouldn’t bring this up like this but, have you got somewhere to go tonight or do you wanna stay with me” Lydia asked.

 

You flash a quick look to Peter who’s now paying attention waiting to hear your answer. Wishing your would go home with him.  You smile at Lydia “thanks your too kind but a friend has offered me their guest room for a bit” you say. Not missing the dark and sexy smile Peter gives.

 

After another hour, the movie ended. Scott and Derek were talking about training both not paying attention it had finished. Stiles asks Malia on her opinion of the film, Lydia and Peter both laughing when she asks what it was about still not understanding why he likes it. You noticed Mason and Liam had switched off, trying to talk quite but every now and then you hear Cory and Theo’s names mentioned. Peter comes and stands behind you whispering into your ear “I’m ready to go, you can stay longer if you want”

 

You smile up at him saying to give you a few minutes you’d be ready, you had one thing you needed to do first. Peter nods and heads out the flat. While you walk over to Mason and Liam.

 

“look I know this isn’t my place and I couldn’t help overhearing you before about Cory” you start. Masons shoulders sink as Liam looks defensive by the name. “yes Cory is in Theo’s pack but anything he feels for you is real. And you can trust anything you do or say around him won’t be told.”

 

Liam doesn’t agree “we caught him sneaking around, working for Theo” his smirk begging you for an excuse.

 

You shake your head, “no actually, Theo threatened Cory into spying but when Cory refused to say anything useful he was ordered to do it again but by this point I think Cory had feeling for Mason and told Theo he wouldn’t use Mason for information. It was the first and only time that boy stood up to Theo and that was for him.” You tell Liam.

 

Looking at Mason “it’s up to you but if you like him, go for it. It’s only fear keeping Cory with Theo, remember that” you tell him. Saying bye to the rest of the group you walk out the door catching up with Peter.

 

You follow Peter the short drive to his penthouse, parking next to his Shelby. Peter took your bag carrying it for you. Once inside he let you get settled as he started to cook. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad you thought.

 

It had been two weeks since you moved in and Peter was struggling getting to the stage he couldn’t cope any more. It wasn’t that you were a bat house guest, in fact you were the opposite, you helped cook clean and even picked up shopping. His problem was his own feelings.

 

He couldn’t deal with the way you would walk around in shorts and a vest tops, showing off your legs and cleavage. The easy flirting you both shared, looks smiles winks. The way you would say something suggestive making him ask if you meant it or not. The late night drinks where your fall asleep on his lap and he’d carry you to bed. Most of all he hated putting you in a different bed from his. It wouldn’t have been so bad to just watch you keep telling himself it would never happen but after that kiss last week it’s all he wanted now and had it in his grasp. He hated being a good guy.

 

This morning was no different, Peter walked out of the bathroom wearing just his sweatpants towel drying his damp hair. Something that started driving you crazy, it was hard to tare your eyes from his toned abs.

 

Peter watches as you dance around the kitchen making breakfast. His eyes trail your body loving and hating the coaches outfit you wore. Something about your knee high socks and shorts set his imagination wild. “morning” he says making you turn to look at him. He could help but smirk when he see you eye him up biting your lips as your eyes trail down his chest.

 

“hey” you say “Pancakes?” you offer as you sliding the one you just cooked onto a pile of others. Peter nods coming over to sit by you.  “Are you coming to the game today?” you ask him. It was the first game of the lacrosse session and your first as assistant coach.

 

Peter looked amused “really you think I’d go to a high school sports game, it’s not even basketball. Its much better” he jokes. You knew it was a long shot but maybe with it being a big game for you he might of came. “however maybe I could be persuaded” he adds, with that smirk that makes you weak.

 

Smiling you slide off your stool, coming behind him wrapping your arms around his neck. Letting your fingers brush his chest hair. Moving closer your lips almost touching his ear “well if you do come, maybe I can find a way to show my thanks later” you try to sound seductive.

 

The small growl from Peters chest makes you laugh, you wanted to tease him as much as he did to you. Moving back you let your nose lightly brush against his ear. Once back in your seat “maybe you can tell me your favourite meal ill make it for you” you laughed.

 

Peter was going insane, was she doing this on purpose or if she even knew what she was doing. He shook his head, “such a tease, y/n, I should punish you” he said. Unlike y/n Peter knew what his words did to her and if you want to play games he could too. “do you need to be punished sweetheart”  he asked.

 

You bit your lip hoping he was going to come over and spank your ass, do something to end this unspoken game you both played. You keep eye contact with him as he comes closer, arching an eyebrow waiting for an answer. “you wouldn’t punish me Peter, no matter how naughty I am” you say dragging out punish and naughty.

 

Peter leaned down hovering his lips over yours, his eyes flicked from your eyes to lips and back again. You felt yourself shift in your seat about to move forward to kiss him. Peters smirk changed, his arm reaches around you stealing the last piece of bacon from your plate, putting in his mouth. Giving a laugh as he eat it. Just like Peter you hated the game but wouldn’t play it any other way.

 Seeing as Peter finished your breakfast you get ready for work, saying bye to Peter hoping to him at the game.

You were the first one at the school unlocking the doors hoping the team had improved enough to win. Once coach turned up your day was nonstop, he’d made you pull out the bleachers, check equipment,, direct the away team to their dressing room and now had you listening to one of his locker room speeches.

 

You couldn’t take anymore of his independence day nonsense, leaving the room you headed out to the field. You seen Mason and Cory both making their way out to watch. You smiled seeing them holding hands “hi” you shout jogging to catch up with them.

 

“well you two look happy”  you say. They both give each other shy glances but both beamed a smile at you.

 

“I guess we should thank you” Mason said, Cory looked confused. “y/n told me how you stood up to Theo for me. She said I should give you a chance” Mason filled Cory in.

 

You were about to say your welcome until a dreaded voice filled your ears. Tracy came around the corner making you groan. Since living with Peter you’d put Theo out of your head and being busy with the game you didn’t think about them turning up today.

 

“so you leave and still meddle with our pack, Cory how will Theo feel when he finds out your a turncoat” She said as she stalks towards you. Cory pushes Mason away, warning him with his eyes to find help, not sure what was going to happen.

 

You looked at her wanting to scream and shout but you couldn’t. “Tracy if your here for the game then go find a seat, if not then leave students can’t be wandering the halls” you say as professional as possible. Cory smiles a thanks walking off your follow him hoping your teacher like warning was enough. It wasn’t, Tracy steps in front of you her claws out ready to attack.

 

Mason finds Scott and the others panicking telling him to come quick. Theo watches hearing your name he follows. When Cory runs to them and they all run off, Theo brakes into a run too. When he catches up he sees y/n on the floor, Tracy over her with a bloody nose about to claw at her with Kanima venom. “Tracey! Stop!”  Theo roars making his beta jump of his ex girlfriend.

 

Theo grabs her by the throat holding her against the wall as Scott and Cory help you up off the ground. You wasn’t hurt, well not bad maybe some brushing not that was all. You wanted to go and run at Tracy and Theo not sure who you wanted to hit first.

 

Lucky for you Coach Finstock was in the hall too “what the hell is going on?” he demanded looking at you all. Scott looked at you and everyone else looked at him. You say his name but he stops you “actually don’t want to know, now everyone asses on the field.”

 

Theo pushed Tracey away ordering her to move, Scott ran to the field as the others headed to their seats. You looked at coach about to explain but all he did was tell you to get back to work.

 

The first half of the game went smoothly, BHH were leading but not by much, or at least not enough for coach to be happy. You felt annoyed too, after what happened with Tracy you worried about your job and Peter still hadn’t turned up from what you’d seen, the empty chair next to Malia never filled.

 

To make matters worse, Theo was walking towards you. You turn away hoping he’d just go away, walk past you and not look your way. Luck really wasn’t on your side today, “y/n can we talk I wanna say sorry about Tracy” he says.

 

You sigh “you didn’t tell her to attack me, but you can keep her on a leash and away from me” you say about to walk away, find some excuse to look busy.

 

Theo’s body language changes as you feel an arm come around your shoulder. “hello sweetheart, sorry I’m late” Peter say, not taking his eyes from Theo. You smile, nervous at what he’s doing. “is he bothering you, y/n” Peter asks, pulling you in closer to him.

 

Theo takes a step forward, huffing out his chest trying to look harder. “were working a few things out, can you leave and get your filthy hand off my girl” Theo says.

 

Peter couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t about to let Theo worm his way back in and he couldn’t resist a bit of fun. “What is it with you teenagers? You think that you’re so special? You think you can tell me what to do?” Peter said, leaning in to place a small kiss on your cheek. Really getting under Theo’s skin and yours. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks confused by the whole situation. Peters casual flirting, Theo looking like he’s about to blow.

 

Theo grabbed your wrist dragging you out of Peters gentle hold. “she’s mine” he yelled trying to drag behind him as he squared up to Peter. “go near her and watch” he started to threaten.

 

 “get off me Theo! What the hell are you doing” you scream trying to free yourself. You look at Peter his amused smirk waiting to see what Theo would do next, more importantly what you would do. Once free from his hold “Theo this has to stop, we’re not working anything out we’re over and for good. So just leave me alone”

 

Theo didn’t move at first. His eyes flicking from you to Peter trying to work out what was going on. “so you and him” Theo says in disgust. “this who you’ve been with!”

 

“it’s not like that” you say low. You wasn’t lying but you wish he was right, you wanted a you and Peter. You look at Peter unable to read his poker face. “but even if there was it’s none of your business anymore”

 

Peter played fake hurt “sweetheart you wound me, I thought we had something special” he jokes, making Theo growl his eyes flashing gold.

 

“Peter shut up your not helping” you say seeing Theo’s anger building.

 

“now, now y/n, that’s no way to speak to your alpha now is it” Peter practically purrs.

 

This set Theo off. You imagine it was the word alpha that pushed Theo over the edge. He’d always had a hidden alpha kink the one title he craved. Without warning Theo charged at Peter claws out ripping his V-neck. “your no alpha” and “she’ll never be yours” he shouted.

 

Peter let the young, stupid chimera land his first two or three hits before flashing his own eyes red. Theo looked stunned for a minute letting Peter swipe his claws at the teen. Both of them now had blood on them and if you did do someone one of them most likely Theo would die.

 

You scream for them to stop about 5 times but each one fallen on deaf ears. Your only option was to try and stop them yourself. You wasn’t sure which one of them clawed you, but your cry of pain made them both stop.

 

Theo ran to you asking if you were okay and said sorry over an over. Peter looked down is eyes scanning your injuries, feeling easier when he saw they wasn’t deep. Standing up you look at Theo “No, now just go” was call you could say. Not wanting to argue he did, walking of towards the main gate leaving the school. Vowing to Peter it wasn’t over

 

You look at Peter who’s eyes were back blue. Part of you wanted to ask him what that was all about, why goat Theo into a fight. What was he trying to prove but didn’t have the energy to. You never got a chance the buzzer sounded letting you know the game had restarted. “shit, I gotta go” you tell him running back to work. You would be surprised if you still had a job come Monday.

 

The rest of the game had been trying, both team scoring making the leader bored jumping  back and forth. One of your players taking an injury masking Stiles come on instead. You hated this, five minutes left and both teams drawing. Biting your nail you watch the tean make their play.

 

You jump when you feel a hand come around the back of your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder his other hand finds your hip. “so do you think the wolfs can pull this off” he said not taking his eyes if the game.

 

You laughed “since when did you care how they play, wasn’t sure you were even gonna come” you say leaning back into his chest.

 

“since you asked me, if I’m going do something I give it my full my attention” he answers in his flirty tone.

 

“you know people will start talking, think somethings going on, if you keep holding me like this”  you say but not wanting him to move. You look around to see if anyone was watching, Hayden was, in fact she was stirring and talking on her phone, no doubt filling Theo in.  “or are you doing this to piss Theo off more”  you laugh.

 

“I couldn’t care less about Theo he’s not worth any more of our time, now he knows ‘who’ I am I doubt he’ll be showing his face again. Also would it be so bad if there was something going on between us?” he asked.

 

You bit your lip, feeling your heart race. Your about to tell him no until the winning goal was scored seconds before the final buzzer sounds. For once your team won, Bobby was shouting you over making you jump out of Peters arms, “hold that thought” you say running off to your boss. Peter watches you frustrated wishing you’d look at him how you had in his living the night he took you home.

 

The stands started to empty, everyone happy with the result. Some of the dumping their sticks to run off and celebrate. Coach ordering you to pack up. “okay” you call back start gathering up equipment to put away.  Peter walks over picking up the lacrosse stick, handing it to you. “guess you still have work to do, I’ll see you later” he says but this he seems off. You couldn’t help but smile he’d actually came to say bye.

 

“your going? I’ll see you at Derek’s right?” you question.

 

Peter nodded, “you seem busy so I’ll leave you too it, I’ll see you after” he says

 

“how about you leave your car at yours we can take mine home. No point both of us driving” you say.

 

Peter smirks “wouldn’t people think something going on of we did” he mocked your words from earlier.

 

You look up “would it be so bad if they did” you say back seeing Peters smile change to a more happier one as he goes to turn. “see you later” you say running the sticks into the locker room telling the team to hurry up and get changed. It took you and Bobby Finstock around two hours to fully kick everyone out and lock up the school.

Theo stood in the car park, leaning against your car. You roll your eyes, after today you couldn’t take anymore of his shit. “so your really choosing him over me” he asked, his arms folded.

 

“I’m not choosing him over you, Theo. I’m choosing not to be with you.” You say honestly.

 

“but he doesn’t love you, I do” he said back hoping you would belive him. “he’s going to use you, hurt you it’s who he is” stepping closer, now starting to scare you a little, you take a breath trying not to let him intimidate you

 

“you don’t know what love is Theo. You might be right, Peter might hurt me, he might not but at the end of the day Theo you already HAVE hurt me. Not just by cheating on me but letting power and your pack be more important than me.” You say trying to open your car door.

 

Theo grabs your throat, pinning you to the car “so you really think I’d just let you leave like that” he roars. You start to panic seeing the crazed look in his eye. “your not gonna walk away and betray me, I’d rather kill you first”. He was now squeezing so hard you couldn’t breath, you vision going burly. “If that doesn’t show love, I don’t know what will” he said. You grabbed his wrists, struggling against his power, kicking your your feet at his shins. The panic was real, you thought you were going to die by Theo's hands. His words drowned out by the ringing of your car alarm. Your vision now completely black, lungs stinging for air, all you wished for was Peter.

 

It was the voice of coach, that made Theo get go. You fell to the floor, gasping for breath. When your vision came back into focus, you saw Bobby pinning Theo against your car.  He asked if you were okay and that Stilinski was on his way, you must have blacked out, not hearing him call for anyone. You nod your okay after getting your breath back and calming down, still refusing to go to the hospital even though Bobby insisted you do. Once the sheriff took Theo away, Bobby asked if you wanted driving home, you kindly refuse getting in your car. Looking at the marks Theo left wondering what your gonna say to the others and how Peter will react.

Read part 1 here

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[twstdaydreamer]

“Ocean of Tears”

Fandom: twisted wonderland

Word Count: 1,175

Pairings: azul ashengrotto x childhood friend!fem reader

Genre: romance, angst, prepare for tissues

TW: none

ahoy, matey! This is the third blow for the angst train from Sora~ man, this honestly took long enough to write lol.

“once upon a time, there was a young boy who fell in love with a girl. A girl who has everything; beauty inside out, a heart of gold, intelligence...everything. She was one of the kind and she meant the world to him. He wanted to give her anything at all cost and protect her from any harm. And tonight, that boy is standing in front of you, Y/N...”

“Come on~ will you really let her go? Just like that?” Floyd whined.

That’s what she desired, that’s what I’m giving her.

“It's been years, Azul.” Jade seconded.

Who am I to stop her?

"I can't believe you! You're being a wimp again!"

Azul could only sigh in resignation and let the twins trash talk him for being a coward. Their voices just flying out of his head as he berated himself. They were right, though. He was nothing but a coward. He was a coward for refusing to acknowledge his feelings and confess and now, he was being a coward to not try to stop you from leaving.

RSA has always been your dream school, you told him as much when you were children. He knew the longing gazes you threw at the merfolks who attend that academy and how much you anticipate the time where you could study there yourself.

And now that the time arrives, who was he to stop you from reaching your dreams? Azul wanted nothing but to see her happy, just like what she did to him when they were still kids. You stayed with him, no matter what form he takes, no matter how ugly he perceives himself to be. You were his anchor...his will to live...and yet...

...yet...

"I will miss you, Zul." 

How can you say something like that to him? Just by uttering those simple words to him, you were making his heart clench in a surprising yet wonderful way. He assured himself that he can survive even without a glimpse of your beautiful smile...or not seeing you completely. Its just for four years! He can do it...he definitely can.

But as he looked at your retreating form, Azul realized that he was just not a coward, but a fool in love.

~

Two years had passed since that day, Azul was staring at the piles of papers on the desk of his office in Mostro Longue. Then his tired gaze landed on his phone. He was dying to call you. Were you alright? How was your studies? Do you need any help? Who among your peers he needs to rope in a contract for bullying you?

Azul wanted to see you so badly, and yet...

"Just call her already~"

"Floyd!" He hastily stood up from his chair in panic, cradling his phone like it was a rare treasure when the taller among the twins pressed the call button.

What in the name of the Sea Witch must he do? He's dying in anticipation to hear your voice, but not like this! He's not prepared!

"Azul! Oy!"

Ah, this voice...

Azul couldn't help but to slip a small smile. He missed your voice so much! How did he manage to tolerate living without you by his side again? God, he felt like he's going crazy!

"I hate you! Why didn't you call me earlier?"

It's you. It's really you. He wanted to see you badly now.

He cleared his throat, wishing that you won't notice how much he missed you with how excited he was. "My, do I really need to be the one who would initiate everything, y/n?"

He knew you were pouting now. "Ah...that's...well, uhm...uwaaah! You...!"

Azul chuckled at your response. Jade smiled at him before dragging Floyd out of his office, giving you two enough privacy to talk. 

He wanted to talk so many things to you, many things to catch up, yet he didn't know where to start. Where are his smooth words of all times?!

"How's RSA? Did they finally kick you out?" He started, then fake a gasp. "Don't tell me you have a boyfriend already?"

You went silent.

Wait, don't tell me...no...that's impossible...she won't...ugh! I shouldn't say that!

"But of course that would be impossible. You weren't even a girl." He managed to choke a lame joke.

"Azul!"

...but, is it really impossible?

That's probably the reason why he decided to visit her in RSA, even though he had the feeling that he's already too late.

"Eh? Prince Rielle?! He's not my boyfriend!"

You said that, but he's not buying it. Especially during the way you spoke the prince's name, your eyes shine the brightest.

Its always him! Why of all people, it should be him? Again?

Azul smiled at you politely. "Next week, let's meet at (place). I have something I mean to tell you for a long time now."

He won't let this chance slip by. This would be his only chance. 

That day, he would finally confess to you. 

~

Everything was prepared.

The moment you would walk inside, a song would play in the background, dim lights opened as the rose petals scattered on the ground. He was supposed to stand up and walk towards you, smiling as you smiled back at him. He would ask you to dance and tell you how much you're so perfect tonight, like how much he always appreciates you by his side. After that, he'll escort you to have dinner while the fireworks lit the skies.

And he will tell you how much he loved you. And hope you feel the same way as him.

That was what was supposed to happen. That was the plan, and yet...

Azul forcibly tore his gaze away from you and Rielle. He heard the fireworks showers the skies, prompting his feet to walk away. He's late, isn't he?

Once upon a time, there was a young boy who fell in love with a girl. A girl who has everything; beauty inside out, a heart of gold, intelligence...everything. She was one of the kind and she meant the world to him. He wanted to give her anything at all cost and protect her from any harm. And tonight, that boy is standing in front of you, y/n...

And to think that it should have been me in his place.

...seeing you in somebody else's arms, kissing him under the fireworks that lit up the skies. 

Y/n, it should have been me.

Azul dragged himself out of the place. He can't take it. He can't stand seeing you with someone else. 

If only you remember to come, if only you choose me, if only...

You didn't choose him after all.

He respects your decisions, yet knowing that doesn't stop his pain.

"Azul..." Jade and Floyd were waiting for him.

"I don't want to be desperate, but could it be me?" He sobbed, letting it out to his companions. "Could she choose me instead?"

He didn't want to cry like a pathetic heartbroken teenager for the sake of his dignified image of a dorm leader, but he couldn't help it.

"I was there, Jade..."

He was standing there when you chose Rielle over him. He was there when you accepted the prince's confession and he saw them kissed. Azul was there all along. But you didn't choose him.

He knew very well.

He knew that even if he cried an ocean of tears, you still won't choose him.

[kimjoongs]

Where We Went Wrong ; Ateez Diary Film Series

I. INTRODUCTION - MEMBERS’ LOGS

⤷  read the story previews here

⤷ taglist @toffee-hwa @yunwoo @oh-my-vocal-unit @seongghwaa @s1ardusk

HONGJOONG’S LOG 160729 11:35 p.m.

Maybe I should just...give up? It’s been almost a month since Mingi left, and almost two weeks since I came back on my own. None of the others bothered to tell me why they stopped showing up, and I haven’t seen or heard from them in days. 

I’m not sure why I keep coming back here. I know it’s fruitless for me to walk in and expect to see Jongho strumming the guitar on the couch, or Yeosang and San playing basketball, or Mingi messing around in their makeshift recording booth. But I just can’t seem to let this place go.

Memories were stored here. Everywhere I look, I see bits and pieces of our times together, pieced together like a poorly made movie trailer. 

I...I miss them.

SEONGHWA’S LOG 160725 6:12 p.m.

It’s been a year since I last saw her. I still have the bracelet she gave me, sitting on my bedside table. She told me I could throw it away, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Why does it still hurt? As the days pass, it keeps getting worse and worse, and I just want it to stop. How can I make it stop? 

It wasn’t easy hiding it from the others. Yeosang would bring me aside sometimes and ask me if I was okay. I told him I was every time. I lied every time, but I didn’t want to burden him with my problems. He didn’t deserve that. None of them did.

Just me.

YUNHO’S LOG 160622 10:20 a.m.

He left. 

Mom hasn’t moved from her spot at the kitchen table all night. Dad tried to bring her upstairs to get some sleep, but she refused. She thought that he would rethink his decision and come back, but he didn’t. 

I remember when I got his text. I’ve never ran out of the house that fast before, but I guess adrenaline leaves no room for thinking, just doing. Am I okay? I don’t know. I’m not sad, or mad, or heartbroken. It feels like there’s an immense force pushing down on me, and I’m losing all of my senses both physically and mentally. 

Numb. That’s probably it. I just feel numb.

YEOSANG’S LOG 160630 9:57 p.m.

I’m so tired. I want to leave. I can’t stay here any longer or else I might just explode.

Fake. Every single one of them, my parents included. They don’t care about. All they care about is their own social standing, making sure that I’m not jeopardizing it. 

They want me to be successful? Can’t they see that I am? Everything that I’ve done, I’ve done for them and them only, but did they ever bother to acknowledge that? And now, when I’ve decided that I don’t want to live for them anymore, they suddenly care. Bullshit. 

I’m tired. I’m tired of them. I’m tired of waiting for praise that I know I won’t get anyway.

Screw this.

SAN’S LOG 160725 7:09 p.m.

We’re moving again. This is the fourth time.

I can’t believe I was stupid enough to believe that this time would be different. Can’t they see what this doing to me? Do they not care? I can’t...

I can’t go. There’s so much here, and I don’t want to leave it all behind. The memories, the warehouse...the others. Are they still meeting up every week? The group chat’s been dead for the past few months, and I haven’t talked to any of them since the fight between Mingi and Jongho.

God, what the hell happened to us?

MINGI’S LOG 160621 3:29 p.m.

If I learned anything at all these past few months, it’s that hope is for suckers. Who’s dumb enough to place their trust in some flimsy, intangible feeling that holds no real value whatsoever?

I know that I’m partly to blame. I was the one who went along with it anyway, just to humor them. In the beginning, it all seemed like a joke, and I was this close to calling it quits right then and there. But then...things started to get serious. And for a second, I had hope.

Until it all came crashing down, and I realized we were all just a bunch of clueless kids with no real understanding of just how cruel reality could be.

WOOYOUNG’S LOG 160624 6:49 p.m.

I won again today, but it felt off. The cheers and the praise, they were as loud as ever, maybe even more so today, but they weren’t the same. I’m not sure how to describe it, but I left feeling exhausted rather than relieved.

Was it because of what happened a couple days ago? The stuff Mingi said...it’s been getting to me. I don’t know. I don’t know.

My heart just isn’t into this anymore.

JONGHO’S LOG 160721 4:06 p.m.

I ran into my old basketball coach this morning. The last time I saw was two months ago? Three? Can’t remember, but he looked really happy to see me. I had a few minutes to spare, so we spent that time catching up.

I learned that the team did well the past couple of games, and I honestly couldn’t be any happier for them. I miss my old teammates.

Coach asked me if I was still pursuing music.

I didn’t know what to tell him.

[spinedog]

Would you be so kind as to provide some Yangst? Love your writing!

Happily.

Now with additional Freezerburn friendship feels, which honestly are my favorite type of feels.

////

“Come on. Come ON, you useless...”

Yang fought to keep her voice under a whisper, ignoring the tears that had escaped her eyes. Phantom pain hadn’t bothered her for a while now, as long as she had the prosthetic to help fool her muscles and mind. But, now that they’d reached Atlas, Dr. Piertro had offered to take her arm to upgrade it. He hadn’t borrowed it yet - they’d agreed she would to keep it while he was working on their other weapons, and only hand it over when he needed it so she could go the least amount of time without it. But, knowing that they would be parted eventually, Yang had decided to try sleeping without the arm for a night. Cold metal wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to be cuddled up to for the night anyways.

Now she was sitting at the small desk chair in their dorm room, the clock on the wall was flickering at 2:03am, and small discomfort was the least of her concerns.

Her metal arm was hastily attached to her stump, repeatedly clenching and relaxing her fingers as she fought to keep herself from screaming. But it wasn’t enough - she could feel her real arm. It was trapped underneath the metal, clenched with joint-cracking tension, every muscle stretching like an old rubber band.

You’re gone. You’re not real. She stared at dented fingers as they whirred back into a fist, obeying the signals firing down to the metal disc that sat at the end of her arm. She gave a ragged inhale, squeezing her eyes closed. Go back to sleep.

A groan split the air, and Yang froze. Her eyes flicked up, finding Blake’s bunk in the darkness. She hadn’t moved - still curled on her side, facing away from the room, ears rotated sideways as she slept.

Beside her, a blanket rustled as Weiss slowly sat up. “...Yang?”

“Didn’t mean to wake you, sorry.” Yang fought to keep the whisper from cracking, and hoped to the Brothers that Weiss couldn’t see her face in the dark. “Everything’s okay, go back to sleep.”

 White-blonde hair shone in the moonlight as Weiss swung her legs over the edge of the bed, blinking with sudden awareness. “Is it your arm?” Her voice rose very slightly.

“Nononono, shhhh.” Yang hissed, eyes involuntarily flicking over to Blake. Had her ear been pointed towards her before?

A mattress squeaked slightly beside her. Then a dark figure moved between her Blake, headed for the door. Light spilled from the hallway as Weiss opened the door, scroll clutched in one hand and motioning at Yang to follow. 

She hesitated for only a moment, then stood. She realized that the rest of the muscles in her body had wound themselves into a tight, painful ball as she hobbled after Weiss, scrubbing at her face with her good hand. 

Weiss carefully closed the door behind them, and then started down the hall. Yang wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen Weiss out in the open like this - hair spilling down her shoulders in uncontrolled waves, dressed in the same standard issue t-shirt and sweats that Yang was wearing. Perhaps even more out of place was the obvious concern in her furrowed brow as she glanced sideways. “Phantom pain?”

“Yeah.” At least the situation was distracting her from the agony spiking up her arm, allowing her to draw breath a little easier. “Really hoping that Piertro doesn’t need the arm overnight.”

“Mm.” Weiss stopped at a lit glass door. She fumbled for the scroll, and held it up to the sensor beside the door. A pause, a beep, and the door unlocked with a loud click. Weiss didn’t blink, pulling the door open and holding it for Yang. 

Yang blinked as she stepped inside and recognized what looked like a nurse’s office. “Are you supposed to have access to this place?”

Weiss snorted. “You need painkillers right now. They’re more than welcome to yell at me in the morning.” She turned, standing on her toes to hunt through the cupboard. “Have you taken anything for it before?”

“...just muscle relaxants. It’s just a matter of convincing my mind it’s relaxing.” She gave a weak laugh, carefully sitting down in the chair in the corner of the small room “It’s not like the thing that hurts is actually real, anyways.”

She thought she saw Weiss’ hand hesitate as she pushed a couple bottles out of the way. “...I guess so, yeah.” She pulled a familiar bottle out of the back of the cupboard, and shook a single pill out onto her palm, offering it to Yang. “Do you need water to-”

Yang took it from her and swallowed it before she could finish the sentence. “Nope.” She grunted.

Weiss slowly turned and pulled a cup off the shelf anyways. “Why didn’t you want Blake to know?” 

“She was asleep. Didn’t want to wake her up.” Yang didn’t look up, focusing on clenching then relaxing her mechanical fingers. 

“You panicked when you thought I woke her up.” Weiss’ voice was dry as ever over the rush of water in the sink. “I thought you two were doing better now.”

“It’s not that.” Yang responded a touch too quickly, gritting her teeth.

A hand pushed the cup of water into her free hand. She glanced up, and found Weiss leaning against the counter, watching with tired but concerned eyes.

Yang sighed, and swallowed a mouthful of surprisingly cold water. “It’s not her fault. It never was. But... Just worried she’d blame herself if she knew.”

“...ah.” The pale face tilted slightly.

“It’s not her fault.” The words slowly twisted out of Yang’s mouth. “She’s... he really hurt her. Deep down, y’know? She blames herself first, always. I think... I think that was why she ran. I think she thought she was protecting me.” Yang kept her eyes on the curling fingers, imagining the tight muscles in her back relaxing instead of acknowledging the swirling emotion in her chest. “...she looks happy now. I just... want that to stay.”

A long pause, Then the bench squeaked as Weiss sat down beside her. “You’re just as big of a dolt as your sister, you know that?”

Yang exhaled through her nose, the corner of her mouth cracking into a smile. “Who do you think taught her?”

“Suddenly it’s all making sense.” The dry tone faded, and Weiss sighed. “Look, Yang, you don’t have to be strong all the time. You can’t be, actually - and Blake knows that, she’s not blind. She’s probably going to be more nervous about you trying to hide it from her than she would be if you’re open about it. I’m not saying you should go and wake her up now, but... you’re allowed to ask for help. And as charming as my company is, Blake would probably appreciate you leaning on her every now and then. I think she still worries that we don’t trust her.” 

That caught Yang’s attention. She frowned, glancing up at Weiss. “Why wouldn’t we?”

Weiss stared at her, slowly closed her eyes, then slowly re-opened them. “Yang. What did we talk about the last time you and I had a heart-to-heart?”

...Oh. It felt like so long ago, somehow, that Yang had been alone and heartbroken, bitter in her isolation. Her eyes fell to the ground. “...I wasn’t even really mad at her then.” She admitted, her voice soft. “I wanted to be. But... I couldn’t. I just didn’t understand.”

“I know. But Blake doesn’t - or, at least I assume she doesn’t.” Weiss’ voice was uncharacteristically soft as she gently bumped her slim shoulder against Yang’s far more muscular one. “Let yourself be a little vulnerable, and just talk to her. It’ll be harder for her to blame herself if she believes that you don’t.”

Her arm still hurt like Darkness. But the words settled into Yang’s gut, soothing the tension that she hadn’t even realized was there. She gently bumped Weiss back, letting a hollow laugh escape. “When did you end up being the team mom?”

“Probably when my two reliable teammates went soft for each other.” Weiss replied, dry sarcasm back and stronger than ever.

Yang, on the other hand, snorted with laughter before sobering. “Hey. Same goes for you, okay? If you need to lean on any of us, do it. This... I know this isn’t a happy place for you.”

Weiss’ gaze fell slightly at that, but she smiled in an oddly quiet way. “It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be, actually. It’s easier when I have...” She inhaled, then rolled her eyes, the tired smile never fading. “...you know. My family.” 

Yang wrapped her good arm around the slim shoulders, and pulled the shorter woman into a sideways hug. “You’re damn right you do.” 

Weiss’ head fell against her shoulder, revealing the door beside them. For a split second, Yang caught a flash of black hair and a small smile behind the glass. But Blake was back out of sight before Yang could so much as blink, probably headed back towards their bunk to return to faking sleep. 

They would get more time to talk. Especially if Piertro did need to keep Yang’s arm overnight.

But the moment, Yang let her head rest against the messy white hair, and focused on flexing and relaxing her hand again, waiting for the arm’s memory to return to its slumber.

[wild-aloof-rebel]

Some Favorite Fics from 2019

Before I dive into my list, let me send out some love to ALL of the authors who have contributed fic to this fandom this year. There are well over 300 people who wrote Schitt’s Creek fic this year, and you’ve brought joy to so many people and should be super proud of what you’ve written, whether it was only 100 words or 100k. I’ve personally read more than 6.5 million words of fic in this fandom this year, and I want to thank you all for every single one of them. <3

Now, in continuing this year-end love fest we’ve had going on the last few days, I also want to highlight some of my favorite fics from this year. I decided to cut myself off at twenty fics or we’d end up with a list too big to be allowed, lol. I also decided to limit myself to one fic per author in order to spread the love around as much as possible; there would definitely be some repeat authors on this list otherwise. 

And now with all that in mind, I’ll shut up and get on with it. 

Here are twenty of my favorite fics from this year and what I love about them...

this roof is a blanket by withkissesfour • rated M • 3k+ I love Patrick-centric fics. He’s such a beautiful character, but because he isn’t one of the four Roses, we miss out on a lot of his pov in the show, so I’m always here for fics that try to capture that. And this one does it beautifully, focusing on four different but thematically-connected moments in Patrick’s life.

We’re Getting Something for Free by MoreHuman • rated G • 1k+ This is one of those fics where you can see how much Patrick KNOWS David and loves him for exactly who he is. His refusal to let David villainize himself for just being who he is makes my heart so very happy.

Heart of Gold by barelypink • rated M • 40k+ I love love LOVE a good AU, but AUs based on other media can be really tricky to get right. The best ones take elements from both sources and elevate them into something fresh and new, and this fic does exactly that.

now you see me by grapehyasynth • rated T • 4k+ Did I mention that I love AUs? I never get tired of seeing them meet in new ways, and their New York-set blind date in this one just makes me smile a whole hell of a lot.

I’m All Lost (in the supermarket) by sullymygoodname • rated G • 9k+ This fic combines David “Good Person” Rose, headless mannequins, tiny cardboard houses, karaoke, ugly sweaters, and all the friendship and shenanigans you can possibly stand. What’s not to love?

I know, I’m strange, too much light makes me nervous by another_Hero • rated T • 4k+ I’m so in love with the entire premise for this soulmate AU and everything that it says about love and the choices that we make because of it.

Pizza Night by smoulderandbraids • rated M • 4k+ Sometimes you just need to read about them making pizza and making out. Thank goodness this fic exists for those times. It’s a straightforward concept executed perfectly.

cinnamon sugar... by startswithhope • rated T • 1k+ All of startswithhope’s fics have a lovely softness to them that almost seems nostalgic, like you can feel yourself missing them before you’re even done reading them. This one I think captures that feeling best and most explicitly--David’s mood here is exactly that kind of nostalgia. And his thoughts about Stevie near the beginning are something that I’ve found myself thinking about over and over again since I first read this.

On My Way by Distractivate • rated M • 11k+ As much as I love the happy place that is this show, I also really love fic that acknowledges that sometimes relationships are hard, that things aren’t always perfect, that love is a CHOICE which has to be actively made again and again and again. This fic showcases exactly that. Love isn’t always easy, but choosing to love each other anyway is always worth it.

around us by lamphouse • rated G • 1k+ This one is a simple idea, written with a soft touch, and every time I re-read it, I’m crying by the time David says “I want to stand still.”

of all the riches. by falconeggs • rated T • 9k+ Who doesn’t love a good celebrity AU? This one is as cute as you could possibly want it to be, from their first meeting to taking their relationship public. It’s just a little slice of joy.

Overreacting by codswallop • rated M • 17k+ Fics dealing with hospital visits and illnesses and things of that sort can easily tip over into whumpy territory (which is totally fine if that’s what you’re looking for), but this fic goes a different direction and manages to be funny and sweet and charming while balancing the anxiety of waiting for news. David and Patrick’s dynamic here is so good; they’re both sharp and funny and vulnerable and messy in turn, joking like normal when they can, lifting each other up when they can’t.

101 by Hth • rated E • 8k+ Like I said, I love fics that acknowledge that things aren’t always perfect, and there’s nothing more rife for imperfection than a first night spent together. Their night at Stevie’s is the perfect setting for starting to navigate some difficult conversations, especially in the wake of Jake’s unexpected appearance, and this fic does a great job of getting them through the nerves and the talking and the the stops and starts of that night. And their last two lines of dialogue are perfection.

The Sidelines by wildhoneypie • rated T • 5k+ Comedy is so much harder to write than you might expect, and I am constantly awed by how well this fic does it. It feels effortless and in-character and in line with the kind of humor that beats at the heart of the show, all while still capturing that instant, playful attraction between David and Patrick. It’s just such a fun read.

holy sick divine by earlylight • rated T • 36k+ If the tags “Strangers who Met in a Field to Coworkers to Friends to Lovers” and “Paperwork - But Make It Sexy” don’t endear you to this fic before you even start it, I don’t know what to tell you. My favorite part of this story is actually the role reversal of Patrick being Stevie’s best friend, Patrick having dated Jake, etc. That’s just one way that this fic takes everything we know and turns it on its head, and it does it with good humor and such a strange sweetness. It’s utterly unique, and the final scene just burrows down into your heart and sets up house there.

A Fair Return by thingswithwings • rated E • 237k+ This is probably the most insanely well-crafted canon retelling I’ve seen in my life. It adds so much backstory to the show and makes you rethink scenes you know intimately, which is what any good canon retelling should do. The OCs and the ways they’re carved into the structure of the story we know are where this fic particularly shines; it’s so, so well done.

my heart was broke, my head was sore by blueink3• rated M • 31k+ I think the only thing better than fake dating might be the exact reverse: having to pretend you’re not dating when you are. Even though they’re technically together, there’s just so much opportunity for pining and angst (both of which blueink3 always does SO fucking well), and this fic takes that to another level by adding in the fragile newness of their relationship and the anxiety of a family medical scare. David is so, so careful with Patrick here, and I love every single word of it.

let’s go dancing in the light by goingmywaydoll • rated G • 2k+ It was so difficult to narrow this down to one fic by goingmywaydoll because I absolutely love everything she does, but ultimately I went with her first one for this fandom. I’m SUCH a sucker for David and Patrick seeing each other before the wedding, and David having anxiety about not having anxiety is pretty much the most David thing possible. The characterization, the dialogue, the whole entire mood of the fic--it’s all absolutely spot-on. This one is everything I could ever want from wedding fic.

for feelings unbound by wardo_wedidit • rated E • 20k+ Picking one single fic by wardo_wedidit was also a near-impossible task, but ultimately I had to go with this one because it’s honestly perfect. David’s empath abilities add SO much to his characterization and the trajectory of his relationship with Patrick, and it fills this fic with so many gorgeous moments that leave you feeling like maybe there really is magic in the world--and this fic has plenty of it.

Watching Through Windows by helvetica_upstart • rated E • 38k+ Every single moment of this fic is heartbreaking in the best possible way. Reading it is like cracking yourself open and then putting yourself back together a little stronger. Watching David learn about the man he’d grown into and have to decide if he wants to (or even can) become that man all over again is simultaneously gut-wrenching and soul-healing. And Patrick in this fic--god, what can I even say about him? He’s so understanding and GOOD, even when he’s terrified and heartbroken. He is absolutely everything. Everything. This story is 100% perfection from start to finish, and the bench scene in particular is hands down the best scene in any fic I’ve read this year.

[thehellishtrinity]

Surprise! A little drabble for you. This is probably set sometime after the twins, but before Remy and Dov, I guess. Just wanted to write a little thing of Script dealing with all the crap he got handed?? Sorry if Muse comes across as ooc because personally, I feel like he did but it’s late and if I work on this anymore I’ll end up deleting the whole thing out of anxiety lol. -🦖

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“You’re not very bright today,” Muse says from across the room. His blue eyes feel heavy, almost they’re pressing against Script’s chest. Normally Script does okay at concealing any negative emotions, but today, he is just too weighed down. Too tired. Too depressed. Page is at Firewall’s for a date, and last Script heard, the twins were playing hide and seek, so it is just Muse and Script.

Script almost feels like saying it’s just Muse is more appropriate. He doesn’t feel very present.

“Oh,” Script says, sounding more despondent than surprised. “No, no. I’m okay. Don’t worry.”

He is heavy. Not sad, necessarily, or even numb. Most of the time, he can drift through the day and manage to accomplish things and seem all right. He even has moments of genuine happiness. But inevitably, he returns to this. The weight comes back, and he ends up like he is today.

Heavy. 

He sinks so far that he starts to blur into everything he touches. He is transparent and soluble.

“Script?” Concern leaks into the way Muse says his name. “Please come here.”

Script ignores Muse.

“Just, come sit down and talk to me.”

Script hesitates. Honestly, he really wants to talk about this. He’s been wanting to get all of this out for a long time. It’s not that Page doesn’t help, because he does, of course he does, but talking to Muse is different.

But out of habit Script says, “Muse, I’m fine.”

“You’re not bright today,” Muse repeats.

“What does that mean?” Script asks.

“You tell me.” Muse motions with his head to the couch beside him. He’s waiting for Script to join him.

Script considers what to do for a long moment. Maybe if he tells Muse, he’ll feel less hopeless, less alone. Though he’ll probably feel more guilty as well. He walks over to the sofa and sinks down slowly.

“I—I’ll be okay.” Script doesn’t sound very confident, even to his own ears. He starts to fuss with the hem of one of the sofa cushions.

“Okay,” Muse says, leaning toward him slightly and trying to look Script in the eye, “but, I still want you to talk to me. About how you feel. Tell me.”

“Muse, you really don’t have to do this.” Script already feels like a burden, and he hasn’t even said anything yet. Even though he knows this is genuine concern on Muse’s part, it doesn’t feel like it. This whole scenario feels like nothing more than an obligation.

Oh, yes, time to take care of Script and let him talk about his feelings so he’ll act normal again.

It feels akin to a necessary evil, like changing a light bulb or doing the dishes. 

Script feels like an obligation.

“You don’t have to take care of me,” he mutters.

“Maybe I just want to check in on my best friend,” Muse replies, hurt tainting the edges of his words. Then he mumbles as an afterthought, "You never would’ve been so offended by this before.”

“Before was different.” Script can’t help but be defensive, because it’s true. Before was different. He doesn’t have any right to complain anymore! Not compared to Muse, at least. Everything that happened with Virus and the brainwashing and the torture Muse went through and Page dying over and over and over…

It’s all changed how it’s acceptable for Script to act. He got off easy compared to the others. Some fake memories are nothing compared to months of torture, or death. He doesn’t need or deserve to be the fucking centre of attention.

“How so?” Muse quips.

The question surprises Script. And he really doesn’t quite know how to articulate exactly what’s changed without—

Well, without sounding like an absolute jerk. 

“You…” Muse stares at his lap. "Do you think because I’m the one who… You think that means that Page and I are the only people who are allowed to be sad? To feel angry?”

Well, as horrible as it sounds, Muse isn’t exactly wrong.

“I promise it’s okay, Script. Just spill your guts. No judgement.”

Script still doesn’t quite believe it. “You promise you won’t feel guilty? Because really, it’s not at all your fault that I’m like this, I promise. It—”

It’s my fault. It’s always my fault. 

“I promise,” Muse interjects.

Script isn’t even sure how to start, so he begins with Muse’s own words. “I guess like you said, I—I’m not too bright today. I mean… you know this.”

“Mmhmm.” Muse is waiting for him to continue. Script shifts uncomfortably.

“I guess I just… I feel like I don’t exist? Like I’m barely here. Immaterial, almost. I’m not sad, I’m just—missing.”

The last word catches in his throat, replacing Script’s lack of feeling with a slap of sadness.

“And I—” He can feel his eyes filling with tears. Goddamn it. ”I’m so tired of it. It’s exhausting!”

“I know,” Muse whispers.

“How did I used to exist and just be happy? All the time! How did I even do that? I can’t remember what that’s like. Happy is too much work. Feeling is too much work.”

Script studies the room, trying to avoid Muse and find a distraction. His eyes settle on the greenery in the corner. Page needs to water the plants. A few of the leaves have wilted and are starting to turn brown at their tips.

“What makes you happy, Script?” Muse asks quietly. “What is it that you miss?”

God, this is so wrong. It makes him feel so selfish.

“I miss our old life. I don’t just mean you. I miss…”

Script trails off because honestly, he’s not sure what it is exactly that he misses. Virus? Or…

He just knows that his mind is a little swirling lake of anger and sadness all the time, and he is sinking into the mire.

Anger at what happened. Longing for what could have been. Sadness because who he spent so long loving… never really was. 

“Everything is so unfair,” he says darkly, his voice thick with emotion, a feeling Script can really only describe as rage. “We never deserved this, Muse. You never deserved this, I never deserved this. Page never deserved it! Hayden and Math never… And Rowan! What the hell did we all do to make this happen? We worked so hard, we were so…”

They had all been so happy. They were good. They did things the right way.

What power in the universe had decided that this was the proper path for them to have to walked down? Script has always been an optimist, always believed that everything is for the best. Or at the very least, that there was joy and opportunity to be found in everything. But this? This is just incomprehensible. It’s so unfair, and it makes him angry.

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair that all of that was taken away like it was. All of this because of one stupid fucking virus! I—I want to be solid again, Muse. I want you to be…” Noticing the volume of and frustration in his tone, Script trails off.

“Sorry,” he says, the self-consciousness flooding back. Everything he said is so stupid and selfish. “I’m… I’m just sad today,” Script finishes. At least it’s an explanation, even if it’s insufficient.

“It’s okay, Script. Really, it’s okay.”

Like hell it is, Script wants to say. But he doesn’t.

Even back then, when Script had no idea what was coming next, he hadn’t realised it would be this hard. Even when Page brought back his memories of Muse… he didn’t have any idea how fucking difficult everything would be.

Script breaks. He sobs against Muse’s shoulder, his breathing ragged and gasping.

“I’m lonely,” Script stammers between shuddering breaths. It doesn’t even make sense, because he has Page and Muse, but as soon as Script says it, he knows it’s true.

He is lonely, even surrounded by people he cared about.

Cares, Script corrects his own thoughts. Because he does care, present tense. It’s just so… exhausting now, feeling anything for anyone. It’s easier to pretend he feels nothing about anyone, because if he didn’t…

Well, then maybe he wouldn’t feel so heartbroken over a terrible murderous virus he never really knew.

With his face in Muse’s shirt, Script can smell and feel his presence, even with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Muse, I think I’m a pessimist now.”

Muse has his arms wrapped around Script now, holding him close.

“And I’m just…” Script chokes on a breath. “I—I’m so… so lost and—I’m angry.”

[silkspectred]

i just recently started following you after reading almeno tu ((which is amazing btw the exact cw fix it fic that i didnt know i needed)) and your thought posts/reblogs about endgame have really helped me become content with endgame rather than resentful after i got over my initial emotional reaction and honestly just thank you for like articulating my thoughts for me i guess ?? idk your blog and your twitter have really helped in this post emdgame world

oh, anon.

first of all, this brought me to tears. i’m very prone to tears these days for obvious reasons but i’m really touched by this. i’m really glad i’m helping you. and i’m really happy you liked my fic.

second of all, i don’t want to fake a confidence i don’t have, so i’m gonna try and explain how i feel about this movie if i can.

it’s hard. not gonna lie. i compartmentalize A LOT. canon and fanon, for me are two very different things. it’s why i wanted (yes, wanted) tony (and steve too) to die in endgame while i keep writing fics where they grow old together. where they specifically grow old together. it’s why i love pepper and tony in canon but in the end read and write stevetony fics. it’s why i can do a lot of other things. 

i am satisfied with tony’s arc. heartbroken that he died, absolutely, i keep bursting out crying at random times and i’ve seen the movie last tuesday. but i’m satisfied that he got to die like that, like the awesome selfless hero he is. i’m glad he got to be happy with pepper and morgan, and i’m happy he got to patch things up with steve and work with him like they did. 

i’m not entirely sold on steve’s arc. don’t get me wrong, i’m okay with it. i was okay with it the moment i came out of the cinema, and the more meta posts i read on it the more okay with it i feel. considering that him going in back in time to be with peggy was literally my worst case scenario for the end of his arc before the movie came out, i’m really okay with it. i think the specific context of the movie makes it work very well. it’s still not the way i have interpreted steve’s character all this time, but like others have said before, this is mcu, it’s not the comics, and what is true for the comics (steve’s arc being about finding a home in the future thanks to tony and the avengers) isn’t necessarily true for the movies. but in endgame his decision has narrative build up and character motivation. it woks, in the context of the movie it just works, and it makes steve into what i truly love: a flawed human.

i loved tony’s arc and i’m okay with steve’s. my heart is still in pieces, the one doesn’t contradict the other. the complexity of emotions this movie is making me feel, damn. there were things i didn’t like. but there were so many things i loved. and steve and tony? steve and tony together were amazing. everything i ever hoped to get from them in an avengers movie. i’m so happy we got all those scenes of them together. the angst, the softness, the anger, the quiet companionship, the emotional and physical support, the friction, the regret, the acceptance, the healing, the teasing and flirting, the forgiveness. the love. i’m so glad we got to see all that love between them, anon.

going back to steve’s end: it’s not what i would have written. it’s not what i write and it’s not what i’m very probably going to write if i ever come up with a fix-it or post canon fic (unlikely at the moment). but i’m okay with it, and hey, we have fandom. we’re tired and emotional and drained right now, but we are already bouncing back. we can make lemonade out of any kind of lemons. there are already fix-it fics going around and they are all amazing. i love our little stevetony corner of fandom, and now that we have time travel, hey. it can be 2012 forever!

this movie is an end. not the end, but an end. it’s sad, it’s heartbreaking, it’s so fucking nostalgic, and there are moments where i wish i could stop it all and scream that i want them back, alive, safe, my emotional support superheroes. but the movie had so many beautiful parts and i don’t want to give those up at all.

steve and tony are so amazing because they defy all ends, and they love each other across time, space, alternative realities, aborted timelines, wars, end-of-the-world scenarios, death, lies and so on. and we love them through all of that too, including fandom drama, bad characterization and articles about how tony stark was actually the real villain of the mcu all along (good luck with that hot take now, y’all)

so, yeah. i may not be 100% happy with endgame, but i am 90% happy with it, and stevetony is a huge part of that 90%. but i’m here for the long run, anon. i’m not a teenager, i’m one of those actual adults that a lot of people don’t want in fandom. the first digit of my age is a 3. i have had other ships in the past, that i’ve loved with every ounce of my soul, but stevetony, for me, is it. it’s the ship. it made me want to write and publish stuff regularly, and i can’t even express how huge that is for me. it gave me some of the best friendships of my life. so that 10% of endgame that i didn’t like, or that wasn’t perfect for me? it doesn’t stand a chance against what those two idiots mean to me.

[caws5749]

This took SO LONG thanks @natthisback

1: Name Madison

2: Age 21

3: 3 fears spiders, not becoming a doctor, becoming like my parents

4: 3 things i love marvel movies, my blanket (whoops), and scrunchies

5: 4 turn ons compliment me, be chivalrous, (idk if this means sex turn on too or not but) moaning my n- ANYWHO uh and the last one definitely like showing you want me

6: 4 turn offs someone who only talks about themselves, being like wishy washy, being arrogant/cocky, complaining about the same things

7: my best friend that would be shea @cloversofshea

8: sexual orientation lesbian

9: my best first date okay SO this like isn’t a first date but it was my first like nicer dinner date so I’m gonna count it. It was just this past weekend actually and i just i loved it so much it was amazing

10: how tall am i 5’2

11: what do i miss honestly, feeling like i was good at things

12: what time were i born 11:14am

13: favorite color purple, although it’s slowly been turning to like a baby light pink

14: do i have a crush yes yes i do and i likes her a lot

15: favorite quote “Truth is a matter of circumstance. It’s not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I.”

16: favorite place Chicago or New York City

17: favorite food SALMON

18: do i use sarcasm yes, but i feel like i don’t use it as much as i used to

19: what am i listening to right now Christmas pop playlist on Spotify

20: first thing i notice in new person whether they only talk about themselves

21: shoe size 8 or 8.5

22: eye color blue

23: hair color right now, it’s a brown that goes to blond at my ends

24: favorite style of clothing so if this means like fav style to wear daily, definitely athleisure. If it means in general, i love love love preppy looks? But not super preppy.

25: ever done a prank call? Absolutely, many times

27: meaning behind my url i explain this in my about me page (linked in bio!)

28: favorite movie captain America winter soldier

29: favorite song i don’t really have favorite songs but rn it’s prob December night by Michael buble

30: favorite band i don’t really have fav bands

31: how i feel right now it’s really hot in here, so warm. I feel okay

32: someone i love i love lots of people but ill stick with @cloversofshea

33: my current relationship status I’ve answered this so many times literally just look at the ask game tag

34: my relationship with my parents um yikes

35: favorite holiday Halloween

36: tattoos and piercing i have i have 6 tattoos! “Breathe” on my right inner ankle, a heart on left shoulder, heart w equal sign in it behind right ear, basically an ecg on my left inner ankle, Aquarius symbol on right bicep, and caws 5749 on my left side. And my ears are pierced.

37: tattoos and piercing i want definitely the black widow symbol in the same place Scarlett got her og6 tattoo, an amino acid tattoo that spells out “wah” , definitely more little tattoos! And maybe more ear piercings idk

38: the reason i joined tumblr so, I’ve had a tumblr for many many years. I originally joined bc my best friends at the time had them, and i was like sure! Ive deleted that personal blog since, and started my new personal blog a few years ago. I also have a studyblr that i started i think back in high school, and i just started this blog back in the end of July!

39: do i and my last ex hate each other no, I’d say far from it bc i likes her a lot

40: do i ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts yes from her and i fucking love it, it used to be a bigger thing almost every day and i loved it

41: have i ever kissed the last person i texted lmao no and for those who were wondering it is @cloversofshea

42: when did i last hold hands LMAO WITH @michelinaamour WHEN I WAS STUMBLING HOME DRUNK IN HIGH HEELS

43: how long does it take me to get ready in the morning it depends, anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half

44: have you shaved your legs in the past three days no! I am super lucky and have really light colored hairs on my legs and so i dont’ have to shave very often. Also i just want to say that i personally love shaving my legs and it is my choice to do so.. girls, you do not need to shave!!

45: where am i right now so i started answering this in the research lab, but i am currently sitting at one of the dining places on campus finishing it

46: if i were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me LMAO DEFINITELY @michelinaamour because she’s done it ALREADY FOR ME MULTIPLE TIMES

47: do i like my music loud or at a reasonable level it depends, in car trips, definitely blast it. But just driving around or listening in doors, definitely reasonable level

48: do i live with my mom and dad nope i live with @michelinaamour

49: am i excited for anything yes, I’m excited for lots of things. I get excited easily

50: do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to no. I used to

51: how often do i wear a fake smile this is a really interesting question. I don’t consider smiles i give to random people like ordering food or something to be fake, so i would say fake smiles are when I’m not okay and trying to hide it. Which happens less often now bc I’m just much happier of a person

52: when was the last time i hugged someone I think it was @michelinaamour two days ago but i think i hugged @cloversofshea that day too so

53: what if the last person i kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me I’d be heartbroken tbh

54: is there anyone i trust even though i should not yes, certain adults in my life

55: what is something i disliked about today my hair won’t do what i want it to :(

56: if i could meet anyone on this earth who would it be probably Chris Evans or Scarlett Johansson

57: what do i think about the most tumblr and everything with that, or probably her or school stuff definitely

58: what’s my strangest talent i don’t think i have any lol

59: do i have any strange phobias yes definitely haha, I’m terrified of stepping on worms

60: do i prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it i think a few years ago i would have said behind, but honestly I think I’d love to be in front of the camera now

61: what was the last lie i told i actually don’t know. Maybe this past weekend as to like the fact that i was going out on a date instead of just going out with a friend

62: do i prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online I’d say talking on the phone bc then they cant’ see me lmao

63: do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and yes

64: do i believe in magic? Yes, or at least, that’s what i tell myself

65: do i believe in luck yes

66: what’s the weather like right now snowy!

67: what was the last book I’ve ever read The Butchering Art, it’s about the history of surgery

68: do i like the smell of gasoline omg yes yes yes yes yes yes

69: do i have any nicknames yes, madz, madi, girl who lives by the kitchen, queen (a new one) and clown (also a new one) thanks @natthisback

70: what was the worst injury I’ve ever had back in freshman year of college, i did something stupid and my foot swelled up like hell and hurt so bad. There were no fractures detected but the swelling stayed for a really long time, as well as the bruising and pain, and it never returned to normal

71: do i spent my money or save it SPEND IT BABY

72: can i touch my nose w my tongue no I’m not that talented

73: is there anything pink in 10 ft from me. Hmm part of my backpack? And my rings are pinkish bc they are rose gold. Oh and my scrunchie is pink, as well as my iPad

74: favorite animal cat

75: what was i doing last night at 12am i was still at work In the emergency room!

76: what do i think satan’s last name is uh honestly Jim lmao (it’s demons Jim! @cloversofshea )

77: what’s a song that always makes me happy when i hear it so good by dove Cameron

78: how can you win my heart suggest we watch a marvel movie, and I’m prob straight up in love. There are other things too but they’re pretty general, like compliment me, show you want me ya know

79: what would i want to be written on my tombstone haha, as a joke, “so realy its very thing. Just to keep everyone guessing.” But idk something funny

80: what is my favorite word i have no idea, maybe like sophisticated or something like that or aesthetic , champagne is a good one too

81: my top 5 blogs on tumblr ooh! Okay so @markiplier @lesbian-deadpool @americasass-romanoff @lesbianmariahilll @shining-rey-of-sunshine but i love so so so so so many more, and i have a lot of top blogs

82: if the whole world were listening to me right now what would i say fuck trump also I’m gay as hell and I’m growing tired of hiding it from people

83: do i have any relatives in jail not that i know of

84: i accidentally eat some radioactive vegatables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super power of my choice! What is that power lmao this question is great. Prob same powers as Wanda

85: what would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on any weird fetis- JUST KIDDING. Do you still think about them?

86: what is my current desktop picture so on my laptop, it’s fall flowers. But since that’s broken af, i use my iPad and that background is one of the apple ones. It’s just a beach idk why but I’ve never changed it

87: had sex WHY IS THIS IN EVERY SINGLE ASK GAME WTF

88: bought condoms nope i am gay as hell bye

89: gotten pregnant nope i am gay as hell bye

90: failed a class nope, definitely come close though

91: kissed a boy yes

92: kissed a girl yes

93: have i ever kissed somebody in th rain honestly, probably at some point, but I’ve never had one of those romantic kisses in the rain. I really really want to though and i think about it a lot

94: had job yeah, I’ve had three true jobs

95: left the house without my wallet probably

96: bullied someone on the internet no bc I’m not a fucking douche

97: had sex in public not yet

98: played on a sports team yeah, played softball and basketball in middle school

99: smoked weed yeah, but i didn’t get high

100: did drugs nope

101: smoked cigarettes nope, i think i asked drunk once if i could smoke, but my friend was like “really?” And i was like uhhhhhh just kidding haha

102: drank alcohol lmao i drink fucking all the time i mean. I literally have drunk writing nights , I’m drinking tonight too

103: am i a vegetarian/vegan i was a vegetarian for a while, and then an aspiring vegan, and then vegetarian, and then pescatarian now!

104: been overweight no

105: been underweight yes

106: been to a wedding yeah, but like not for a long time. I was like 4 and the flower girl. Oh WAIT. Does playing a wedding count? I played cello at a wedding so i was there???

107: been on the computer for 5 hours straight hell yeah, how would i function not doing this with class and relaxing

108: watched tv for 5 hours straight lmao definitely

109: been outside my home country yeah

110: gotten my heart broken yeah

111: been to a professional sports game yeah. I don’t really do sports though , so when i go it’s usually in suites and I’m just there for the food

112: broken a bone nope!

113: cut myself this is...a. Really deep question but bc i want to be able to speak about mental health on here, the answer is yes.

114: been to prom yes! I went to my junior and senior proms!

115: been in airplane too many times

116: fly by helicopter no, I’m not sure if i want to do this or not

117: what concerts have i been to I’ve been to lots. So first off, I’ve been to hundreds of classical concerts (and performed in them). As for pop, Bruno mars twice, maroon five like three times. Selena Gomez. Josh groban. American authors. Definitely others that i don’t remember

118: had a crush on someone of the same sex yes I’m fucking gay

119: learned another language so if this means fluent, no. I took a decent amount of French and am learning Russian right now!

120: wore make up absolutely. When i choose to wear makeup, its because i fuckign love makeup haha. Most days I’m lazy though and like to let my skin breathe and be natural

121: lost my virginity before I was 18 no

122: had oral sex yeah

123: dyed my hair many times

124: voted in a presidential election okay i think so but honestly can’t remember. But I’m pretty sure i did.

125: rode in an ambulance no and i never want to.

126: had a surgery no and i never want to haha. Well i cant say that. Depending on how my life plays out, I might freeze my eggs or something.

127: met someone famous yes, several I think, but probably Henry winkler was the one I remember most.

128: stalked someone on a social network yeah

129: peed outside nope don’t think so and definitely don’t want to

130: been fishing yes I have been ice fishing and regular fishing

131: helped w charity i have!

132: been rejected by a crush I’ve been not liked back but i don’t think I’ve ever made like a move on a crush and been rejected

133: broken a mirror ooh i don’t think i have actually

134: what do i want for birthday nothing bc i dont’ like my bday

[white-kween]

Simple As That (1/2)

Reader X 70’s!John Deacon

Summary: Your relationships always ended up with you being heartbroken, so that’s why you chose to stop dating. Even with your promise to yourself, a certain bassist has you reconsidering it all.

A/N- This story was taking wayyyyyyyyyyyyy to long for me to figure out and I kind of hated how it was always ending out, so I decided to make two parts for this story. Sorry that it’s taking me so long to post and create things for this blog. I’ll make sure the second part doesn’t take 3 weeks to post:P anyways, hope you guys enjoy this first part:) constructive criticism always wanted AND PLEASE GIVE US REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!! -L

Italics are thoughts btw

(Kinda a slut for John Deacon not gonna lie)

  “Shit shit shit...” you repeat as you push your way through the busy crowd. You woke up past your alarm again and you were on the brink of being late to work. If you were, you knew your boss would have your head... probably hanging in her office.

Finally, you reach the shop you work at right on time. You speed walk into the shop while trying to catch your breath.

“Glad to see you made it, Y/L.” Your boss said with one of the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Cheryl.” You return, with your own fake smile. You continue walking to the back so you can place your belongings away. Your co-worker and best friend, Mary Austin, walks up beside you also putting her own things away.

“Good morning dear. How are you today?” She asks in her kind voice. How she always seemed to be happy in the morning beats you. You hate mornings with a passion.

“Could be better honestly. Neighbors kept me up all night with their ‘amazing’ sex.” You grumbled back to her.

“Sounds like your jealous, Y/N.” She said while laughing. You two turn to look at each other, but you notice how her smile dies when she looks at you. “Y/N you look like you haven’t gotten sleep in days!”

“Is that your nice way of telling me I look like shit?” You tell her jokingly, sticking your tongue out. You pull out the little compact mirror in your bag to look at yourself, and well... hot wasn’t what you would describe yourself as. You still had bed head, the corner of your eyes were filled with eye boogers, the side of your mouth is covered in dried up toothpaste and of course the bags under your eyes were very prominent. Looking at this you sighed and cleaned up what you could before heading into the front with Mary to start your shift.

After hours of dealing with rude customers and boss, your shift had finally ended. All you were dreaming about was going home to have a nice hot shower and after laying on the couch with a glass of wine. Then, when the sun had finally set you’d go to sleep and have a fresh start in the morning.

“Excited for Freddie’s gig tonight?” Mary said beside you. Internally, this made you groan. All you wanted was to go home and rest, but you had promised both Mary and Freddie that you would be at his next gig with his band.

“Of course I am!” You tried to put on your best act. You knew there was no way of getting out of going to the gig tonight, so you knew you might just as well go.

“Good. I’ll see you later!” Mary said, waving goodbye and going off into a separate direction.

Hastily, you made your way home to freshen up with a shower and change of clothes. Looking in your bathroom mirror, you felt good in the way you look. You looked tired still, but more put together now, especially with your hair being tamed down to its natural state. With one last nod, you headed out for the door and to the venue Freddie’s band is playing at.

As soon as you walk into the pub, you’re immediately hit with the stench of beer and cigarettes. You’re not the least bit surprised at how busy and crowded the the pub is. Mary had told you loads of stories on how the crowds were starting to build up and become crazier. Immediately, you spotted Mary’s blonde hair and make your towards her.

“Busy night isn’t it?” You say once you reach her.

“Oh good you’re here!” She ignores your question and instead embraces you in a hug which you gladly return “I think this is the biggest crowd they’ve had so far.” She says pulling back.

“By the looks of it, seems like they’re gonna go places. Especially since they have Freddie.” As soon as you said that, the crowd started cheering. You turn your attention to the stage and see Freddie and his band mates stroll onto the stage like they own the place. Once he got up to the mic, he starts interacting with the crowd like you’ve never seen anyone do before.

“Hello all you beautiful faces out there. How are we tonight?” The crowd cheers back to answer Freddie’s question. You stand there with the biggest grin on your face, enjoying every second of how the crowd loves him as much as you do.

Once they all started playing their songs, it’s like your grin got impossibly bigger. The whole band was incredible; Freddie���s voice was amazing as always, the guitarist was playing flawlessly, the drummer was radiating confidence off his body from feeding into all the yells and cheers girls were throwing at him, And the way the bassist easily played and maybe even danced every once in awhile was definitely eye catching. They were all amazing.

Sadly, the gig had ended way too fast. You could’ve watched them play for the rest of your life if you had your way, but that wasn’t gonna happen. On the bright side, you were now on your way to the back of the pub to meet the band. For some reason, you were feeling a little nervous which is nothing like you at all. Finally, you reached the back and you see that all the boys were packing their things away into their van. 

“Y/N, darling you made it!” Freddie yells enthusiastically, running up and hugging you tightly. 

“Fred, you did amazing out there! You guys killed it!” You gush, hugging him just as tightly. 

“I knew you would love the show,” He gave you one last squeeze before going over to Mary and giving her a kiss on the cheek and embracing her to his side. “Boys, this is my dear friend Y/N, Y/N meet Brian who plays guitar, Roger the drummer, and John our bassist.” You shake Brian and Roger’s hand giving them a smile and telling them it was nice to meet them. When you shook John’s hand it was like seconds lingered on longer then supposed too. On stage, he had a this fiery attitude that made you feel like he’d be a hotheaded rockstar, but he was not that. Offstage, it’s like everything about him was gentle. From his smile to how he felt against the skin. You shook his hand and he had a shy smile on his face, and you knew you had a faint blush creeping up on your own. 

“Lovely to meet you, Y/L” he says while continuing to shake your hand longer than supposed to. He’s so enticing you couldn’t even reply to him, so you just smile and nod like an idiot. Mentally you were kicking yourself for not saying something, anything, to him. 

“Sooo...” Freddie pipes up, directing your attention to him, instead of on John. He let’s go of your hand quickly, letting it fall back down to your side. “Should we have drinks here, or at our place?”

“Is that even a question Fred? Here of course,” Roger replies quickly. “Joining us tonight, Y/N?” Roger asks, giving a little wink in the process. He’s cute sure, but you know he’s just trouble and that’s the last thing you needed. 

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s getting kind of late.” You say ignoring his stare by looking at your watch. Last thing you wanted was to be in another game with a “bad boy”. You had already made that mistake once, and you weren’t about to make it again. 

“Absolutely not darling. You’re having drinks with us and that’s that.” Freddie orders and what Freddie says goes.

“C’mon, Y/L. When was the last time you had some fun?” Mary adds on. You chew on the inside of your cheek deciding whether or not you should join them. Everyone stood there waiting for your answer. You definitely didn’t want to be a downer, plus you’d be able to spend time around John just a bit longer.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay and have drinks with you guys.” You declare, earning a relieved look from Freddie and a squeal of excitement from Mary. If you’re being honest, it seemed as if John looked a little bit relieved as well when you decided to stay. No. You already made a promise to take a break from relationships, you remind yourself.

“Right, let’s go then.” Brian’s tall figure lead the way back in. You all decide to squish into a booth that just barely held you all. You were between John, which made your heart flutter, and Roger. Rounds were made to your table, which you all appreciatively downed. Not long after, confidence started bubbling inside to talk to the brunette boy next to you. 

“You did an amazing job out there, John. Have a real talent, but I bet you already knew that,” The last part came out a little more flirty then you meant, but you didn’t really care. 

“Thank you. Very nice of you to say that,” John said, smiling at the compliment you gave him. You knew he didn’t quite believe what you were saying was true. 

“I’m not just saying that to be nice, John. I really mean it, you truly are talented. Between me and you,” You lean over closely to him so he could hear your whisper “you were my favorite to watch.” You pull back to gauge his reaction. He looks at you with a smile that reaches his eyes and a blush on his cheeks. 

“Secrets safe with me,” He raises his pinky to signify a promise, you wrap your own pinky around his with a grin on your face. 

************************************************

Weeks go on by, and you were starting to go to the boys’ show every chance you got. You always told yourself that it was because you loved the band and their music and you wanted to support all four of them, but deep down you knew it’s partly because you wanted to see John more. After that night of meeting the band, you had quickly became good friends with all the boys, even Roger, though he still flirted a bit. With John, it’s like you two were connected at the hip. 

The friendship between you two blossomed quickly, surprisingly. It took you weeks to warm up to someone, but with John it took hours. You felt as if there was no judgement between you and him. Every moment you were next to each other, maybe even sharing innocent touches that made your heart leap. Every second you were with him, you felt your small crush deepening into adoration. He’s just... Perfect. 

He has soft flowy hair, beautiful greenish grey eyes, the cutest nose, the best smile and the most kissable lips. The best part is that he was an angel with a bit of the devil hidden inside which made you guys get along so well. Like I said, he’s perfect. 

Suddenly, you’re ripped out of your thoughts by Mary’s hand frantically waving in your face. 

“Y/N, darling, you’re drooling by just staring at the man!” She yells against the deafening noise coming from the band’s party. 

“Am not!” You say, wiping your chin just to make sure. 

“Love, why don’t you just tell him? It’s quite obvious you like each other,” She suggests. You roll your eyes at her comment, this wasn’t the first time she, or the band told you to admit your feelings to John. 

“He doesn’t like me like that Mary, that’s why I don’t tell him.” You reply, but you both knew that was a lie. You knew he had some type of feelings for you too, but it just felt easier, maybe even safer to not tell him your feelings. 

“I just don’t get what you’re afraid of, Y/N” getting hurt, yet again. “Sometimes you need to take risks. That’s the only way you’ll make it in life.” She points out. You knew she’s just trying to help, but sometimes you just wanted to tell her to butt out. 

At the other side of the party, the same conversation was going on between John and Freddie. 

“Just tell her, it’s as simple as that!” Freddie says clapping his hands together.

“No, Fred” John shakes his head “It’s not just that simple.” Especially when it’s as someone as perfect as her, John thought

“Darling, you’re making this way too complicated! It’s obvious that she likes you as well by the way she stares at you, or how she intently listens to every word you say like it’s your last. Not to mention, how she blushes when you give her a compliment or how she nearly forgets to bloody breathe when you touch her!” Freddie says a bit over dramatically, trying to get his point across to the stubborn man. 

“What if you’re wrong Fred?” John asks doubtful. It pained him to keep his feelings from you, but he was fearful of the pain that he’d have if he told you and you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, chancing losing you as a friend. The last thing he wanted to do was chase you away from him. 

“Me? Wrong? I’m never wrong Deacon, you should know this by now.” 

“You’re right. I’ll tell her,” John takes one more drink of his beer before leaving to go find you. Tonight was the night, what’s the worst the could happen? He thought.  

It didn’t take him long to find you. His breath hitched watching your bright smile and audible laugh over the loud crowd. The only problem is that you’re with Mary. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe just sheer adrenaline, but John continues his way to you.

“Mary, Freddie’s looking for you.” John tells Mary as soon as he reaches you two. Mary’s eyes search the crowed room for Freddie, and instead of seeing a Freddie searching high and low for her, she sees Freddie cheering on Roger who’s chugging a bottle of liquor.

“You sure John? Doesn’t look like he’s searching for me,” She says back with a slight laugh. She knew what he was trying to do, she just wanted to make it a little harder for him. Realizing what they were both trying to do, you jump in and help out John chase off your best friend.

“Mary I don’t think you heard the man! FREDDIES LOOKING FOR YOU!” You shout out at her. You hear a small laugh escape John’s lips. Mary looks at you with a pout on her lips, then stubbornly got up and made her way towards Freddie. You turn to John with a prideful smile on your lips and happily pat the now open spot next to you. More than happily, John takes the spot beside you mirroring your smile.

As soon as he knew Mary was out of ear shot, he leans in close to where you’re able to hear him clearly “I lied. Freddie was never looking for her,” He confesses.

“Really? I couldn’t tell!” You say with playful sarcasm. “Why’d you lie then?” You lean further into John, causing his already crimson cheeks to grow a shade darker.

“Well... if you really want to know, I just wanted to get you alone” He tries to play off, but his red face was betraying him. You raise your eyebrows a little in surprise at his statement. Instead of asking any further questions, you decide to play along.

“We’re not completely alone,” you gesture to the packed crowd surrounding you “Should we perhaps leave and go somewhere private?” An angelic smile crept onto your lips, but John noticed the unmathcing devilish glimmer in your eyes. He knew exactly what that meant.

“Thinking what I’m thinking?” He asks with his own mischievous grin.

“Oh yeah,” Without hesitation, you grab hold of John’s hand and drag him out of the party. You have so much excitement running through your veins, neither of you even bother to say goodbye to your friends. “Keep up Deacs, don’t need you falling behind.” You tease.

“Don’t worry love, right behind ya,” He gives your hand a tight squeeze, making your heart flutter. If only you could hold his hand like this forever, but you knew better than to allow that.

[goodnightkisseu]

oh sehun _ in the limelight

Drabble: Sehun, angst, famous celebrities, “so... your new boyfriend, huh?”

annony “ sehun-genre 1 sentence 86 (ur new boyfriend) au 15 ”

Genre: Angst

Note: I’ve learned it’s really hard to make shorter pieces angsty... which is probably why this one is like almost 1k word count >< I think this is officially my last Sehun requests, and overall, drabble requests are running low, so if you have one in mind from the prompt list, feel free to send it in! ^^ As always, feel free to let me know what you think! 

Enjoy~

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- goodnightkisseu’s admin / ashley <3

You didn't grow up as other kids had. With two famous parents, you grew up in the limelight. You became known for being an up and coming actress at the age of ten when you starred in a movie that gave you acclaim at such a young age. People kept their eye on you, and as you got older, it was less because they wanted to see you succeed and more because they wanted to be there for the moment you failed. If you looked a little tired, you weren’t professional. If you frowned even in the slightest you were ungrateful. You learned to be more careful with the way you carried yourself in the public eye, but you didn't really feel like a person anymore. Just an image of a person.

So unsurprisingly, it was hard for you to trust people. You had friends, but they were more acquaintance for the sake of publicity. No one was really a true friend to you. You couldn't confide in anyone. You lived your life behind a fake smile, working endlessly day to day, hoping that you would at least find joy in what you did. But everything changed the moment you met Sehun.

Sehun was the first person you truly felt a connection with. He was a new idol actor, just starting out. You thought that he would have been cocky like some of the other idol actors you had met over the years, but he was quite the opposite. He was kind to you, and the two of you grew close as you worked on your drama together. And soon, you were more than friends. Honestly, the dating scandal hit the tabloids fast, mostly with Sehun's nomination for a 'Best New Actor' award. You were in your late teens and your agencies had decided to play it off as kids hanging out. It worked for the most part and Sehun won his award.

But this was when things started to go downhill.

The more popular Sehun became, the less you spent together. Constantly on programs, getting offers left and right for dramas. It was really no surprise that your relationship didn't last... mostly not when a prettier co-star latched onto him. You could tell that his interest in you died, that he wanted to move onto bigger and better things. You were heartbroken, an emotion that you had never felt before. Watching him move on was hard, mostly when it felt like he just threw you away because he was too good for you. To make yourself feel better, you threw yourself into your work, jumping from project to project with very little rest. Those around you were concerned, but it was the only way you could forget about Sehun.

Working hard earned you accolades, and those were enough to make you happy while your heart mended. Eventually, you opened up to someone again. He was another actor, someone that had started a little later than others. Being a rookie actor in your twenties was difficult, but he was known for his hard work, and unlike Sehun, he was willing to work on your relationship. It wasn't easy by any means. You likely made the process slower than anyone would have liked, but Seunghoon had been patient with you. And for once, you felt like you were truly happy.

It was no surprise that you would cross paths with Sehun again. Fate put Seunghoon and Sehun in the same drama, and it actually did rather well. Seunghoon knew about your past relationship, so when it came time for the wrap party, he didn't force you to go with him. However, you chose to, knowing that you couldn't go on avoiding Sehun forever, and having Seunghoon by your side was bound to help. And it did. You felt comfortable the entire time, conversing with Sehun and his current beau. Having Seunghoon there to reassure you, to hold you, had been helpful.

Everything had gone smoothly and now you were out on the terrace, taking in the fresh air while your boyfriend spoke with the director. You had only a moment to yourself before a familiar figure was at your side. His eyes did not meet yours and instead looked off into the city below.

“So... your new boyfriend, huh?” he asked. Sehun had to admit, he was surprised to see you there. It had been years since the two of you even went to the same party, so the fact that you showed up on the arm of his co-star was a bit unexpected. He knew that you were dating again, having heard from old friends, but he also heard you had been keeping it quiet, so he never bothered to ask.

"Yeah. He's kind to me, Sehun," you replied, your eyes also scanning the city below you. You knew that he wasn't here to jeer at you. Your conversation earlier showed you that he was genuinely happy for you. Right now, it just felt like you were both a little sad about what you lost, even if it was for the better.

"I'm glad you found each other. I'm glad you found someone that makes you happy."

"I am too. I'm also glad that you're happy," you told him. The two of you exchanged a few more words before you headed back into the party and towards your significant others. Growing up in the limelight was hard. You never knew what life would throw at you. You may not have ended up with the person you thought was your world, but you found someone that loved you, and that was worth it...

[ughthatimagineblog]

sins of the earth

lucifer morningstar x reader | i

warnings; mentions of murder, death?, drinking, lots of drinking, weird past stuff, nothing too bad, if you’re able to watch the show without any triggers then you should be good

word count; 1735

prompt; your entire life you believed in the paranormal, you grew up christian but something pulled inside of you to believe there was more and for so long you wanted to find it. but when life hits you hard and you lose faith, you come to the conclusion that reality is as everyone said it was, boring and most things are a lie. and you believe this new ‘truth’ until a man claiming hes the devil comes into your life and threatens to make you relearn everything you thought you knew. again.

a/n; this is gonna be a series since i started watching lucifer and im not even into the second season and i already want tom ellis to impregnate me (if he happens to ever read that; i am sorry) anyways i literally shit this out on the first night of 2019. i just had a sentence in mind and then i ran with that and made a prompt out of it. that was my inspiration. a real life problem plus a sentence i thought i might say one day made this fic. anyways, i hope this is pretty good. it will get better. honestly im lowkey proud of this one tho. unedited but i think this has been some of my best writing. to those who have requested stuff i haven’t made: im sorry im depressed. 

Your fist slammed onto the bar harder than you were expecting, or wanting, it to. You mumbled your request for whatever number of drink this was for the night and immediately began to rub the soreness of your ulnar border away while the bartender went to work in making your drink.

      The club was pounding with noise and shaking with bodies and it was humorous to think it matched the pounding of your head. You knew you should stop. But it was your birthday and you were spending it alone, miles from home, and freshly heartbroken. You didn’t care you had a headache and the drinking would make it worse. In fact, you came to this nightclub in hopes that you would drink so much it would make it better.

     Drink until you couldn’t feel anything at all. You already made arrangements for a cab to pick you up at one a.m and instructed a female bartender to remind you, even tipping her generously to go as far as walk you out when it arrived.

     Her name started with an M. Or was it an N? You weren’t entirely sure and you groaned, beginning to stand up as the man behind the bar passed you your drink. In doing so, you felt the rush of your previous drinks all at once. The room was dizzy and you felt light and unstable but also very tired.

     Remembering the time when alcohol made you bubbly and carefree and happy made you horribly sad now. In actuality you were sad. Your entire life had been working towards a half assed dream you thought would make you happy. When you got the job of that half assed dream you packed your things and left everything you’d once known behind, including family. They don’t visit because they don’t have the money too. And thinking of family, you didn’t even pick a career you would have been fantastic in because you wanted a family yourself. You let children ruin your life before you even had any. Children or a life. The person you thought you’d marry turned out to be a complete asshole and you’d had enough. Dreams and spirit crushed, you, at this moment accepted your fate. Die alone. Be bitter.

     But that wasn’t it. There was a war going on inside you that told you to give up but another didn’t. A side that told you you weren’t strong enough but another that reminded you of how strong your mother was. A side that told you your past self would frown and cry at the sight of you now, but the other; that your past self would tell you it’s okay to get up and make the best of things.

     The thoughts that rushed your mind spilled onto your cheeks and you gulped down the drink you just ordered, hearing your grandmother’s voice in the back of your mind. “Remember to sip. Don’t gulp.” She would tell you when she was teaching you to ‘properly drink’. You scoffed out loud, giving the bartender enough money to last the night. He passed you the bottle. “Yeah well you’re not here, are you, grandma?” You muttered to yourself before taking a long swig.

     “I feel like if she would be, she’d have a heart attack in this bloody place.” A suave voice cut through the music and chatter. Surprised, you coughed, spilling a bit on your shirt. “Jesus Christ.” You managed to get out. “Quite the opposite actually,” You turned to find a man who embodied the phrase ‘tall, dark, and handsome’. His raven eyes raked you and your body shamelessly. “Lucifer Morningstar.”

     You openly rolled your eyes. It was a gut reaction but since you couldn’t feel your nose if you tried to itch it at this point in the night, you couldn't quite control your reactions at the moment. “You couldn’t have chosen a better name than that?” You asked, your face plastered with a look of disdain and disgust. Lucifer looked taken aback but nonetheless, didn’t drop the haughty facade.

      “I didn’t choose the name.” He stated, you laughed a little. “Oh yeah? Then who did? Nameberry dot com?” You took another swig of the bottle. “My father actually, though I would like to meet this Nameberry person.” He smiled and you peered up at him through narrowed eyes. You gave him a once over. A twice over. Then finally, “It’s a website, but no, really, who are you?” You asked. “I’m the devil. Lucifer Morningstar. If you don’t believe me I have ways of proving it.” You rolled your eyes at this.

     “Not my religion.”

“You’re not a believer?” He inquired. Understanding he meant the Christian kind, you shook your head. “Not anymore.”

     “So you don’t believe in hell?” He asked and it earned him an odd look. Such odd questions from a weirdly unique stranger.

     “If I did, that would juxtapose what I just said, wouldn’t it? I used to. Now I don’t really care where I go.” You were growing bored of this man. It was clear that he had an ego the size of Russia and based on the look of him that was because he hadn’t ever had a girl say ‘no’ to him before. This ‘Lucifer Morningstar’ was in for a rude awakening.

     Meanwhile, he was growing more and more interested in you. “Ah, no desire to end up anywhere in the afterlife? I’m sure you have some desires here, don’t you?” He asked, voice getting smoother, tone dropped just enough to ring some red alarms in your head. This time, you were able to hid the grin.

     You put on a dazed look, nonchalantly setting your bottle aside as you stepped closer to Lucifer. You ran a hand over his chest and watched as his damning smile grew in amusement. “Actually, my strongest desire. . .” You trailed off and gave him a once over once more. Lucifer could barely contain his excitement. “Is for you to stop asking me these weird fucking questions and leave me alone.” Your voice transitioned from sultry to bored so smoothly you thought your tongue was made of silk. Lucifer didn’t even realize what had happened until the fake smile dropped from your lips and you stepped away.

     “Wait, what?”

“You heard me, Lucifer Morningstar.” You mocked his name, turning from him fully and you began to walk away, grabbing your bottle on the way out. The conversation with him was both sobering and a great way to intensify your headache.

      Lucifer felt frozen where he stood as he watched you walk away. You had been playing him. His, well, charm didn’t work on you. It was all jarring and exciting and concerning and exhilarating for him. Finally, he snapped out of his daze as you mocked his name.

    “Wait!” He called after you, reaching for your arm and turning you around. You yanked free of his touch. “Don’t touch me, creep.” You spat back at him. That flicker of annoyance. If he were mortal, he realized, that would have hurt. This confused him more.

     “I’m not a creep, i’m the devil!” He exclaimed back at you. “Would you quit with that?” You nearly were yelling now. “You’re human! Just like that guy and just like me. If you’re so convinced you’re not, you need to see a shrink. There is no such thing as fairy tales.” You shoved a business card you had been digging around for into his chest.

    Lucifer scoffed as he felt the small weight of your hands against your chest again, if only for a moment. “But I’m not-“ He started but you glared at him.

     “I did not come here for this. It’s one in the morning, my taxi is here.” You noticed the girl you tipped earlier already on her way to come get you from across the room. “You wore off my drunk. I’ll be chugging this in the rest of the car, wishing I had went to a different bar for my birthday. Oh, and I won’t be coming back. Not if you’re here.” You huffed out right as the girl who’s name you forgot approached you and she began to lead you out as promised.

     You shocked yourself just then. You had promised yourself to be more honest and that was the first time you really had. You had spent most of your life, even adult life, thinking demons and fairies and ghosts and ghouls and goblins were real. But you got the help you needed and now you didn’t so when that guy began to talk about being Lucifer and Satan and the devil, it scared you. But you meant what you said. That guy was insane and if he went to that club, you weren’t coming back. You supposed some of his questions were casual, but something about him felt, off.

    Your birthday. Whoever you were. Lucifer was still clutching the business card in his hands, still hovering above where his heart would be as he watched you leave. You were different. You didn’t believe him. You didn’t care to. You thought he was clinically insane, like a murderer who thought he was God, or well, the devil. You didn’t say it but he saw it in your eyes. Not that you were afraid of him, but you knew he was different and you couldn’t tell what.

   But that’s the thing, if he thought about it, is that you knew what he was. And you weren’t afraid but instead your automatic response was to get him help. Not that you knew what he really was, but a part of you recognized it even without your conscious knowing. Your consciousness just didn’t want to know.

    It felt like hours before he pulled his hands from his chest and gazed down at the numbers on the paper. Tonight was a night, well morning, was a morning of firsts apparently, because for the first time, Lucifer called later that day and made an appointment with the shrink you recommended. You promised you wouldn’t come back to that club, but he wasn’t ready to let go of you just yet.

     He chuckled to himself at his plan. Yes, it did sound as though was was a murderer. Insane and obsessive. But he was in fact the devil, and there are no consequences for the sins of the Earth.

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Two Faced (Ch.9)

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➵ Pairing(s): Gang!Jungkook x Female!OC & Gang!Mark Lee x Female!OC x Gang!Seokjin

➵ Genre(s):  College!AU, Mafia/Gang!AU, Angst, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Love Triangle & Slight-Fluff

➵ Warning(s): violence // mentions of blood // swearing 

➵ Words: 8.2K

➵ Co-writer: @softjeon

➵ Summary: Two girls. Two gangs. One craved absolute control over the city of Seoul. While, the other simply craved sleep and good grades. Now, what do these two ladies have in common? Simple. They have nothing in common—or so they think. Everyone knows the saying, “never judge a book by its cover”, so maybe there is something more to these two than meets the eye…especially when one of them is suddenly thrown into the underground life. Loyalties will be tested. Romance will blossom. Yup. Sounds like an average college day…

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Chapter 9 - The Plan

“Now, you wouldn’t want to see your dearest friend dead on the ground, right?”

“...no…”

“Good...now you and Sowon are going to come with us, and we’re going to go on a fun little adventure back to my place…”

Sowon hissed one last ‘Fuck you’ into Mark’s direction, before both girls were restrained with zip ties and thrown a hood over their heads, blocking their sense of sight. Sowon couldn’t help but be afraid. She worried about Sumin. She could hear her muffled whines, her name coming from her in a scared tone. So many worrisome things flooded her mind. Sowon got roughly pushed into the van ‒ or whatever it was ‒ while the leader could hear Mark say a quiet, “Be careful, little angel, duck your head!”

She huffed in annoyance but at least they weren’t handling Sumin cruelly yet...

The ride was quiet, dark but she could feel every bump the vehicle hit. Her heart pounded so fast. How far where they taking them? Where were they being taken? When Sowon tried to sit up a hand pushed her down roughly again and kicked out to whomever dared to touch her. With a tight grip, the gang leader was pushed onto the floor. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t move. She was fucking clueless...powerless...and that was something she wished to never experience again...

After what seemed like ages, the vehicle finally came to a stop, and Sowon felt herself forcefully being removed. Sumin on the other hand squealed, when she felt some arms lifting her up and carrying her, before they let her onto her feet. The members of NCT pushed them forward, escorting them to some unknown location and Sowon tried to listen to her surroundings, trying to figure out where they were. Strong hands held tightly around her arms. They went right and she went right. She could feel their breaths against her skin.

“Bring her down,” Mark ordered, holding onto Sumin tight as he finally took the hood off her. “Welcome to my home, baby girl,” He said, tightening his grip on her arm.

Sowon realized too late that Mark was separating them, and she instantly began to fight the grips, screaming profanities at him even though she had no idea where he was. But they were stronger and easily grabbed her. She could hear doors opening and then she felt the cold chill of a room. Wherever she was, she knew it wasn’t going to be a nice, luxury stay. They removed the hood and pushed Sowon into the room hard. She landed on her side and felt the wind knocked out of her. The men laughed. The door closed. 

“Fuck,” Sowon sat up immediately. The ground was hard, dirty and cold. Her gaze wandered around and over a small bed, no windows, nothing.

While, with Sumin, her prison was anything but. Unbeknownst to her, Mark had prepared nothing but the best for his little angel, even though Sumin prepared for the worst. She mentally readied her mind to be kept behind an overly secured room; one would have to cut out Mark’s eye in order to pass the retina scan. That’s how bad her prison would be and yet...here she stood in the most beautiful room her eyes ever laid upon.

The room had this rose gold theme to it, and everything and anything that was confined within its four walls was luxurious. The windows were covered with this sheer ivory material with rose designs decorating all over it. Against one of the walls was a bed fit for a royal; that too had a rose gold theme to it.

“Okay...what is his obsession with rose gold?” Sumin thought as she fiddled with the necklace that Mark had “graciously” bestowed onto her. The more she messed with it, the more the realization hit her that even the necklace was essentially made out of rose gold. The chain...the stones...everything.

Instantly, she removed her clammy fingers from the piece of jewelry and rushed over to the door. She wrapped her hand around the cold door handle and just as she pulled it towards her, the door opened, revealing the one person she absolutely did not want to see—Mark fucking Lee.

“It hasn’t even been ten minutes and you’re already trying to escape...I’m disappointed, little one,” He paused, clicking his tongue and tilting his head just a bit, “I thought you would’ve appreciated both the thought and effort I put into preparing your bedroom during your stay,” He walked inside the room, causing Sumin to step back, “Well, at least until you’re ready to move in with me.” He stated, corning the poor girl against the foot of the bed. One gentle push and he’d be hovering her delicate body. No. He needed to control himself. He wanted their first time together to be memorable and seeing how he just kidnapped her and shoved her best friend in the basement, sex would be the last thing on her mind.

Nope. He would need to bide his time and sweep his precious angel of her feet. He would convince her that Bangtan were the evil ones, and that he and NCT would protect her—always.

Sumin, on the other hand, did not share his vision. She wanted nothing more but to get out of this predicament with little to no use from her gun, unfortunately, she would have to fire all her rounds if she wanted to make it out alive with Sowon by her side. Question was...where was her dearest friend.

If her idea was going to work, she would need to charm Mark enough to convince him to allow her to see Sowon. That would be the first step.

“Well, I’ll be upfront right now. I would never be ready to do anything with you until you show me Sowon. I want to know if she’s safe and not on the brink of death.” Sumin proclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest, as she narrowed her eyes on the enemy gang leader.

Mark lowered his head with a smirk painted on his face.

“Will that please you, my sweet little angel?” He asked, lifting his head and establishing eye contact. God, he would never tire of staring into her doe-like eyes, feeling this sense of purity radiate from them. Though...something in the back of his mind told him that she was no longer innocent, and that pathetic member of Bangtan dared to touch what was his.

Sumin remained still. Her breath hitched just a little.

“Remember, you’re doing this for Sowon and the rest of Bangtan.” She chanted before mustering the sweetest smile, “Yes. That would make me happy if I can see my friend again.” She said softly.

Mark returned the smile, “Well, if it would make you happy, then I would take you to her.” He said in a sincere tone of voice.

“Thank you…”

Slap.

Sowon couldn’t feel the burning pain in her jaw anymore, but definitely felt the way her skin cut open as she fell onto the hard concrete, as she stumbled from the impact. She could taste the metal on her tongue, but still ‒ she didn’t say a word ‒ not once answering any of their question with useful information but instead with sarcastic comments. It didn’t take long for them to get fed up with her and with one hit to her head, the darkness swallowed her up whole, leaving her faint in one of the members arms who took her back into her room. Completely emotionless, he heaved her onto the bed and shrugged his shoulders.

“She doesn’t say a word. Only calls us ‘pretty boys’ and ‘fuckheads’,” He said and bowed when Mark came down the stairs with Sumin in tow. Jeno is eyed her warily, but faked a smile at her. If his boss was happy, then he was, too.

“I don’t think she will tell us anything,” He sighed deeply.

A smirk plastered itself on Mark’s lips as he pulled Sumin in a little more by her handcuffs, “I think she will...she only needs a little persuading, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

Sumin choked back the tears that threatened to form. To say that she was heartbroken would be an understatement. She utterly destroyed after witnessing Sowon look beaten to the brink of death.

Without thinking, she took a step forward but was soon pulled back by Mark.

“Doesn’t it hurt to see your closest friend like this?” He then turned towards Jeno and Jaemin, “I know I would be personally destroyed if I ever saw you guys in such a depressed state.” He proclaimed, clutching his heart for dramatic effect.

Sumin grimaced, shutting her eyes, “Please. Let me talk to her. I’ll convince her to tell you anything that you want.” She reopened her eyes, meeting Mark’s gaze,” Just please...do not hurt her anymore…” She softly begged, cupping his cheek.

Mark leaned into her warm touch, loving the softness of her skin. Just one slight turn and he’d be able to kiss the palm of her hand. However, he had to resist. Otherwise, he’d be doing something that he promised himself that he’d wait until Sumin reciprocated his love.

“Okay. Go talk to your friend. The boys and I will be waiting outside,” He dug his hands inside his jacket pocket until he felt something cool. He then retrieved it and undid Sumin’s handcuffs, “Oh. Don’t bother escaping, little one.” He warned in the sweetest tone of voice. “You and Sowon will not make it out of here alive, and I honestly don’t want to see your precious body stained with blood.” He added, smiling.

Sumin remained silent and simply nodded in response. Mark uttered a quick, “good”, before gesturing Jeno and Jaemin to follow him. Sumin waited for a few moments until the sound of the door shutting invaded her eyes. Then, she rushed over to Sowon, kneeling by her side, as she examined the gang leader’s injuries. A frown slowly appeared on her face while this heavy pain tightened around her chest as she noted the amount of cuts and bruises that decorated her roommate’s body.

“Oh...Sowon…” whispered Sumin as tears trickled down her cheeks. “I am so sorry…”

At the sound of her voice, Sowon blinked her eyes open carefully reaching out for Sumin. “Don’t tell me…,” Her voice sounded croaky, a bit too breathy as she tried to breathe through the pain as she turned a little to look at her friend. “That I look hideous now,”

A smile played on her lips and Sumin couldn’t help but tear up further. With one quick movement, Sumin hugged Sowon tight, burying her face in the other woman’s neck for comfort, quite little sobs shaking her body. The battered woman held her tight, her hand caressing through her hair as she soothed the younger one.

“It’ll be alright, sunshine. I’ve been through worse,” She murmured waiting for Sumin to pull off from her.

Hissing in pain, Sumin helped Sowon to sit up on her bed, holding onto her hand tight.

“Sumin, my sunshine, please, listen to me,” Sowon said, her eyes flickering around the room nervously as she wiped away some blood off her lips, “Don’t you even dare to try and take Mark down. Stay on his side, make him believe that you will give in to him. Make it believable enough that he lets you walk around without handcuffs.” Pulling Sumin closer, Sowon’s voice ebbed down to a whisper, “I will get us out of here. I promise. Be patient.”

Sumin sighed, secretly disliking how Sowon knew what she’d planned to do. Though, it made sense since after all she’s extremely intelligent. She’s just lazy.

“Fine...but how do I make him believe that I have fallen in love with him? Every time he looks at me and calls me his, “little angel”, I want to take the nearest sharp object and stab him in the throat.” She asked, revealing her innermost thoughts about NCT’s leader.

Sowon chuckled slightly. She would’ve laughed a little bit more, but those assholes kicked her ribs the most, so it hurt to laugh.

“Well...take it from the master actress, pretend that he’s Seokjin.” She suggested as she playfully winked at Sumin, causing the poor girl to blush profusely.

“W-what? I don’t love Seokjin.” Sumin declared firmly; her voice even cracked just a bit.

Sowon shot her knowing look as a grin slowly appeared on her face.

“Are you sure?” She asked, teasing her cute little sunshine.

“Yes! I am sure that I don’t love Seokjin!” Sumin answered, rejecting the idea of being in love with the handsome member of Bangtan with every fiber of her being. Then, she thought about it. Every single thought and feeling she had about him started to make her body feel—odd. Her heart began to race. Butterflies appeared out of nowhere in the pit of her stomach. She even felt her face become hot. What was happening to her?

“Again, are you sure? Your overall body language says otherwise, Sumin.” she heard Sowon ask, sensing the playfulness in her voice.

A few whines escaped her lips as she practically bounced in place. This feeling of anxiousness was something she did not want whatsoever.

“Yes, I’m sure!” She shouted but looked unsure, “Just for clarification...how did you know that you were in love with Jungkook?” She asked, shyly looking away.

The leader looked at her friend with a smile, caressing over her hair as she let out a deep sigh.

“Honestly...as you may or may not know I am not quite good with human interactions and showing affection,” Sowon laughed, her eyes wandering around the room as she was thinking back to her first encounter with Jungkook, their first kiss, their first mission. “It hurts not to be by his side,” She spoke up, her eyes focusing somewhere else as she kept on talking, deep in her thoughts, “It feels like a part of me wasn’t with me each time he was gone. And if he was there, it felt like it was burning, jumping right out of my chest whenever he smiled at me. Gosh, his stupid, idiotic, beautiful nose scrunches.” Taking a pause, Sowon shook her head, “I hate men. Oh, how much I do...but him. And the other boys ‒ maybe ‒ just don’t tell them or it will get over their heads. Anyways, Jungkook,  you know this saying of having butterflies in your stomach?” The leader turned to Sumin with a smile, “It sounds stupid, but it feels exactly like that. Maybe a little like you want to throw up as well, but we want to keep it classy right?” She chuckled as she reached out for Sumin’s hand, “It still needed to be struck by a bullet to realize that I’d die for this man.” Pointing with one finger at her friend, she raised her eyebrows at her, “And you know I don’t say that lightly.” Leaning back against the cold, concrete wall, the gang leader pulled her knees in. “Someone aimed at him. I couldn’t let that happen. So, I pushed him away and the bullet hit me right in my shoulder, but instead of running away...I kissed him.” Sowon bit her lips, tears were burning behind her eyes and Sowon cleared her throat, “Maybe it’s in the kiss. You should try that...heard Jin is a great kisser.”

Sumin pursed her lips, fighting to control the blush from becoming any redder, as she thought about what Sowon had said. Was she in love with Seokjin? That was the million dollar question of the hour, and the more she thought about it, the more this feeling of realization crashed into her body—especially once her mind recalled every moment that she experienced those “butterflies” with Seokjin by her side…

“You do know that you don’t have to sit so close to me in order to keep an eye on me, right?” Sumin pointed out, bothered by the fact that he prevented her from getting any school work done. He just had to sit incredibly close to her.

Seokjin smiled, “Oh, but I have to, princess. Someone could easily grab you from behind and what kind of man would I be if I allowed my woman to be taken away from me.” He argued, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.

Sumin groaned before lightly elbowing him in the rib to get him to release her.

“First of all, I am not your woman. Second of all, I can protect myself thank you very much.” She retorted, flashing him a knowing look.

“Oh really? So, how do you explain being almost kidnapped by some hired thugs last week, then?”

“T-That was...that was…!”

“Yes…? I’m waiting, princess.”

“Oh, shut up and let me study!”

Seokjin laughed, finding Sumin extremely adorable, especially when she mumbled some profanities and death threats. How did he get so lucky to be blessed with such a woman? While, yes, they were not exclusive to one another, there were moments he felt like they were. It was quite entertaining to see her become this green-eyed monster whenever he flirted with other women to obtain some information on NCT. It was also humorous to watch her deny such accusations and tell him that he could “fuck” those girls, and she wouldn’t lose any sleep over it.

Oh...but she did…

There was one night where Sowon had ordered him to talk to the female workers, at NCT’s club, but Sumin didn’t know that. So, when he peeked inside Sumin’s room, he had to quickly stifle his laughter after witnessing her rant to Sowon about how he could get a STD from those girls.

“And most importantly, what if they take advantage of him?! Like, what if they find out about his sweet spot and use it to their advantage?!” Seokjin heard Sumin angrily ask Sowon.

Then, he heard his leader’s laugh before responding,

“And, how would you know about his sweet spot? Huh, little sunshine?”

Sumin practically squeaked, “Uh...he told me!”

“Oh my goodness, you being in love with my recon man, is fucking hilarious.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened as his heart began to pound against his chest.

“Oh...please don’t be a cruel joke, Sowon…” He thought as he eagerly waited for Sumin’s response.

“I’m not in love with that handsome, annoying fool…” mumbled Sumin, glancing away.

Well, that was fast. Seokjin went from being over the moon to crushed in less than ten seconds.

Maybe Jungkook was right to call him a lovesick fool. He was foolish to think that someone so pure would want to be with someone like him. He had killed for Bangtan and never once felt any remorse afterwards. He was heartless...or...he thought himself to be.

Someone like Sumin would never fall in love with him, and he should finally accept that.

With a heavy heart, he stepped away from Sumin’s door but just as he turned away to leave, he heard Sumin say,

“Though...it does feel odd to not have him by my side…”

Just hearing that sentence ignited a flame within him. If she started to experience that, then maybe ‒ just maybe ‒ it could develop into love. Yeah...it would develop into love. He just had to continue to show her the love that he had for her.

And, so he did…

“Have you ever been kiss, princess?” He suddenly asked, glancing down at the girl, who had her eyes glued to a chemistry equation she had been trying to solve for almost an hour.

“No, why?” questioned Sumin, raising her brow, as she looked away from her notebook.

Then, a smirk graced his handsome face, creating even more confusion within her.

Suddenly, instead of answering, he cupped both her cheeks and leaned forward. Sumin’s eyes widened while this pinkish hue appeared on her cheeks.

“Oh...my...God…” She thought as he inched closer and closer. Their lips barely touched each other. Just one slight push, and they’d be kissing. Part of her wanted to close the gap herself while the side wanted to push him away and slap him upside the head.

How dare he try and steal her first kiss? And yet...why would she gladly let him…?

This strange sensation within her tummy caused it to do flips. It made her fingers tremble in anticipation. Her eyes flickered to his lips, noting how plump they were, and wondered how it would feel against her own.

Without a second thought, she did it. She wove her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer, capturing his lips and unleashing a tiny bit of sexual tension that they had built up for months.

Seokjin’s eyes grew as he was completely taken back by Sumin’s sudden action. Though, he did not mind it one bit. He just hoped that she didn’t feel his heart beating against his chest. That’s how close their chests were as they continued to kiss, putting all their emotions into it.

Minutes later, Sumin finally pulled away. Then, a look of realization washed over her face as she quickly gathered her school material.

“I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” She said, shoving her textbook and notebook inside her bag. She was about to put her writing utensils away when Seokjin’s hand clamped over hers .

“Why? Do you regret it? Were you just playing with my emotions because Sowon said that you needed to practice your act of deceivement?” Seokjin fired question after question, failing to mask the hurt in his voice.

Sumin gawked, “What? No, of course I don’t regret it. I just think that it was inappropriate for me to have done that when I don’t even know what exactly are your feelings towards me and—” Before she could continue her rant, Seokjin silenced her with another sweet kiss.

“How about now? Do you know what my feelings are now?” He asked as he pulled away, leaving Sumin breathless.

“I think I do…”

“I think I’m in love with Seokjin….Oh my God...I’m in love with Seokjin…”

A hand on her mouth shut her up pretty effectively as soon as the realization hit her.

“Yeah, smarty-pants you are and fucking be quiet about it or…,” Sowon’s eyes narrowed as she stopped. Her heart was hammering hard against her chest, like drums at a rock concert. Only louder. She could hear footsteps coming closer. “Just fucking do as I say, okay? Be a good girl and make him think you love him. I’ll get us out of here...somehow,” Her eyes flickered around the windowless room. 

She was pretty much hopeless, but she wouldn’t be Sowon if she hadn’t an idea already sparked in her mind. Sowon leaned in to kiss Sumin’s hair quickly, whispering to her a few encouraging words.

“Oh and...if you got his trust...please get me some pain killers, or at least ask him if you can get me some water. I need to get rid of this blood,” Sowon said with a smile as the door opened.

Two of Mark’s men ushered in fast, while the leader leaned against the door frame with a smirk. The men quickly handcuffed Sumin again, taking her on both sides of her arms roughly to shove her back towards the door.

“C’mon my beautiful girl,” Mark reached for Sumin’s hand, “There is a movie coming on tonight that I’d really like to watch with you. What do you think, huh? Movie night sounds wonderful, right?”

“Make him think you love him…” Sowon’s words rang within Sumin’s ears. She then took a deep breath and slowly released as the sweetest smile appeared on her face.

“Of course, Mark. I just hope it isn’t a scary movie because I get frightened easily.” She confessed with a meek expression.

Then, Mark protectively wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“Don’t worry, little angel, I’ll protect you…always...”

And he just did that. No matter what she did, he was there to prevent from any harm coming her way. When his men knew of her weaponry skills and wanted to see them first hand, Mark immediately nipped that in the bud, stating that he would put a bullet in between their eyes if they ever requested something so idiotically from her again. In his mind, his precious angel needed him to protect her. She had no knowledge of guns or any other weapon. She never stained her heart by killing someone. Nah. He’d be the one to continuously corrupt his heart instead.

She needed to stay pure...untainted…

Currently in the training room, Mark fired round after round, releasing his pent up rage. Shot after shot, the bullets landed on a vital spot of a person. An evil smirk slowly appeared as he looked over his handy work, imagining each target dummy as a member of Bangtan. God, he couldn’t wait to kill each and every one of them. Unfortunately, that stupid bitch, he had locked inside his basement, refused to cooperate. Even on the brink of death, she remained stubborn. Honestly, he would’ve killed her on the tenth day of her captivity, but his precious angel managed to convince him…

“Please...let me try again. I will definitely convince her this time.” begged Sumin with a cute pout, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind.

Mark looked away from the vanilla-colored file, that contained important intel, and asked why she was so hung up on trying to convince her friend.

“Because, I know you, and I can tell that you are seconds away from ordering her execution,” She then released him and walked in front of him before positioning himself on his lap, “Do you love me, Mark?” She questioned with a serious expression.

Mark looked taken back, “You know I do, angel. I would do anything for you, you know that.”

“Then, let me work my magic. You already trust me enough to not handcuff me anymore,” She then leaned closer; her lips hovered above his ear, “Now, trust me when I say that I will get you that information you desire so much.” She whispered alluringly, playfully nibbling at his earlobe before pulling away.

Mark sighed heavily, controlling his hormones, “Okay. Fine. Convince your friend once more, but if she doesn’t open her mouth, then she’s dead. Got it?”

“Loud and clear.”

Whatever Sumin said to Sowon worked. An hour after Sumin visited her, Mark obtained important information about how to take down Bangtan. He was certainly wrong to doubt her.

“I wonder what she’s doing…” He wondered quietly to himself, smiling, as he stared out the window, leaning in his office chair.

Standing in front of the basement door, Sumin clutched the pain medicine and bottle of water for her dear friend behind her back. She blankly met both Doyoung and Johnny’s gaze and pretty much demanded that they move or else. Without a second thought, the two men moved out of her way and allowed her inside the basement. Before entering, Sumin threatened that if they interrupt her, she’d personally use them as target practice for her knife throwing. For added measure, she told them that she knows where all vital organs are located at, and she never misses.

The two boys nodded, trying to mask the fear in their eyes.

With a warm smile, she bid them a fond farewell before venturing inside the basement. She heard the door close shut, and the security system activating again.

She rolled her eyes, finding it a tad dramatic, before walking further inside. Though, she wished she hadn’t. It had been three days since her last visit, and she knew that Sowon had started to go a little stir crazy. She just hoped that her fearless friend didn’t snap.

“Sowon…” She called out softly, staring at her backside. “I brought you a bottle of pain medicine and water…”

The gang leader leaned against the wall, breathing heavily as her knuckles turned white from how hard she tightened them. She couldn’t believe this. She was still here. No sign of her gang or Jungkook, battered and on her way to fucking lose her mind. Nonetheless she put a smile on her face, when Sumin entered. The other girl looked like a wild contrast to her. Her hair brushed, clothes clean and with a smile, while Sowon sported some ripped shirt and cuts and bruises in all kinds of different shading on her body. With a heavy sigh, she fell back onto the bed. She didn’t want to talk, so she just took the pills from Sumin with a apologetic smile and gulped the bottle of water hastily. Rubbing her wrists, she hissed feeling the burn from where they had bond her to the chair again. Deep red marks. She hated them. At least Sumin was doing okay. Her eyes wandered over her friend’s body, looking for any sign that she wasn’t when it fell onto her hands. Wait. What? She hadn’t noticed it before, too deeply immersed in her thoughts.

“When did he let you off the handcuffs?” Sowon whispered, watching as Sumin dropped onto her knees in front of her, getting out a first-aid kit. 

The gang leader eyed it warily, but didn’t bother to interrupt Sumin. She needed to know when, how and what. She needed information. Finally. There was a glimpse of hope.

Sumin hummed in response as she poured a tiny bit of rubbing alcohol on a cotton puff. She then peered down, looking at her free hands.

“Oh, the lack of handcuffs?” Sowon nodded, wanting to know more, “I think it was day five when he happily bestowed the privilege of me no longer needing restraints as he had grown to trust me.” She replied, keeping her voice at a semi-whisper, as she recalled the day that she had earned Mark’s trust.

Gazing out of the window, Sumin drank in the tranquil atmosphere that the Autumn day had to offer. She especially enjoyed how the soft breeze gently fanned her face. She inhaled slowly, breathing in the familiar scents she had longed for. The trees. The grass. Anything that nature had offered. She even eyed the birds with envy as they were free, and she was not.

She felt like a damsel in distress, locked away in a tower, as she patiently waited for her suitor to come and rescue her. She honestly had lost track of how long she and Sowon had been there. Speaking of which...how was Sumin? She hasn’t seen her since their first night. God...she missed her…

Not wanting to cry again, she removed herself from the open window and looked around her room. There was so much she could do to preoccupy her mind and yet she had nothing.

As she let out a long sigh, she heard the door knock before seeing Mark peek his head inside. Once again, he looked a little too eager to win over her affections. Day one, he had asked Taeyong to cook breakfast for her. Naturally, she threw it out the window, stating that he was trying to poison her yet again. Day two, he had planned one of her ideal dates, which consisted a walk along the sandy beach and enjoying each other’s company; however, it was hard with his men acting as secret service agents and—she was fucking handcuffed. Day three, she woke up to a beautiful bouquet of roses, various in color. She couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, but Seokjin already beat him in that romantic act, so it lacked a little luster. Day four, after forcibly joining Mark in his meetings, Sumin returned to her room and almost cried tears of joy as she saw a stack of books that were not only her favorite pieces of literature but also rare.

Now, she wondered how he was going to top that. At the same time, why was he being overly sweet on her? If anything, she should be locked away with Sumin after the shit she had pulled.

“May I help you?” asked Sumin as Mark strode right in, heading towards her.

“I need a little advice on something.” He stated, taking a seat on the edge of her bed and patting the spot next to him.

Unbothered to fight him, she sat right next to him and asked what he needed help with.

“Well, I’m having a little of a dilemma deciding on what to do about a rising gang.” He began, turning towards Sumin, “I mean, I can do the obvious thing and terminate them before they grow too powerful. However, NCT needs allies believe it or not, and we can’t rely on EXO and SHINee forever, so what do you think?” He finished.

Sumin pursed her lips; a bit taken back at his predicament. Should she help him? After all, Sowon did tell her to gain his trust. That way she could roam free and help Sowon in any means possible.

“Like you said, you need allies. You can’t always rely on the OG gangs here in Seoul, so I would position your young members, you call them “Dreamies”, right?” Mark nodded, “Okay. Yeah. Um. I would position the Dreamies in a way that they could start planting seeds of influence. I mean, they have these trustworthy and lovable faces, so it would work. Then, once they persuade the leader enough, that’s when you make your move.” Sumin relayed her idea. Her brilliant mind was considered to be a powerful tool in Bangtan—as Mark happily learned.

He slowly nodded, pursing his lips and clasping his fingers, as he thought about her plan. Yes. That could work.

Without saying anything, he stood up. He then glanced over his shoulder, flashing his precious angel a sweet smile.

“Thanks, my little angel.” He said, fishing something out of his pocket.

Sumin eyed him questioningly, secretly scared that she’d be shot dead.

“Ah...here it is…!” She heard Mark happily mumble. She then saw him turn around and kneel in front of her. Just as she asked him what he was doing, she felt the cool metal loosen around her wrists.

“You’re free, little one.” He announced, looking at her with utter sincerity.

Sumin tilted her head slightly, “I-I’m free?”

“Well, not free to leave but free enough to roam around my place without my boys following your every move.” He stood up, taking the handcuffs with him, “I’m sorry that I had to keep you under lock and key, I was just afraid that you would seriously harm yourself, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you. However, I believe that I can trust you enough to know that you wouldn’t do anything horrific like that.” He explained, smiling sadly.

“Oh...thanks…” She muttered.

Mark nodded and just as he turned to leave, he felt something wrap around his torso. His eyes trailed down and saw a pair of arms. He then peeked over his shoulder and saw Sumin holding him.

“Thank you so much, Mark…you have no idea how much this means to me. ”

“I told you… I would do anything for you…”

Sowon let out a long whistle, impressed that her cute little roomie did the impossible. Sumin managed to make Mark believe that she was in love with him.

“Nicely done...Nicely done…” Sowon complimented before releasing a slight wince as the cotton ball infused with rubbing alcohol made contact.

“Hold still, you big baby…”

“Well, how about I cut your cheek and then place that cotton ball on you, then let’s see if you would hold still or not.”

“Of course, I’d hold still. You’re treating my wounds. I don’t want to get an infection…”

“...I can see why Seokjin loves you…”

Sumin laughed at Sowon’s remark, shaking her head as she continued to tend to Sowon’s wounds. Once her injuries were clean and showed no signs of infection, Sumin closed the first-aid kit and positioned herself against the bed, leaning her head back just a bit.

“So, did you figure out a way for us to get out of this shit hole?” she asked, directing her attention towards Sowon.

Closing her eyes for a moment, the leader nodded.

“I did,” She whispered as her eyes snapped open again. “From what you told me, I know the plans of this fucking building by heart now. All I need is a weapon.” She lowered her voice a little more, raking her hands through her hair in a desperate manner. “You need to smuggle something in for me. Something small, but sharp. I’ll take them down easily and then I’ll make my way up. They aren’t guarding me that much as they want to.” Sumin leaned towards her, listening carefully to everything Sowon said, while she was making mental notes. “When they bring me food, I will take Johnny down. It’s always just one and I need you to walk by the door upstairs to leave it a bit ajar, just so no one notices but I can slip through. But don’t wait for me, you hear me?” Sowon eyed the girl with a stern gaze, “You will go, make sure Mark is occupied with something and then we meet up…”

“The west wing,” Sumin breathed out with wide eyes, when the plan sunk in. It could work. This was the only part of the building that wasn’t done constructing, yet. They had a good chance of escaping there—but also to be seen. 

“When?”

“Tomorrow,” Sowon announced with a determined nod, “Oh and make sure they let lose a little. Make them drinks or something for lunch. I heard those pretty boys love to party.” A devilish smirk appeared on the woman’s face and Sumin shivered. She hasn’t seen that glint in Sowon’s eyes in a while. It spoke of wild rage.

But just like everything else in Sumin’s life... it didn’t went they way she had planned it...

Back with the fellas of Bangtan, tensions were at an all time high. Anger surged throughout their body as they silently berated themselves for failing both Sowon and Sumin. How on earth did they fail to see that this was just one giant bait? And to make matters worse...they were stupid enough to take it…

“I will fucking murder him!” Seokjin spat with rage; his breath grew sporadic while his heart pounded against his chest. This uncontrollable hatred surge throughout his body, amping his need ‒ no desire ‒ to punch something or someone. He needed to get his hands on Mark, and he would kill anyone that dared to stop him.

Jungkook pushed him back by his chest, ordering the other to be quiet.

“And you will, but you need to stay cool. We can’t just barge in. Mark wants us to,” Jungkook looked around, his chest rising with every breath he took. Sowon had been gone for too long. He wasn’t sure how long one could last torture and he didn’t want to find out. “Do you have a fucking plan?” Seokjin hissed, his knuckles turning white with how hard he gripped the armrest of the chair. Jungkook’s eyes met one of his members. Everyone was focused, determined and raging with a burning fire that could only be sated with blood.

“Tomorrow…”

The next day, Sumin woke up feeling happy. Today was the day that she and Sowon would finally escape this Hell hole. Though, in the back of her mind, something didn’t feel right, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what could it possibly be. All she knew, that her gut told her, was that something would happen that could leave someone severely injured. She just prayed that it would be someone from NCT. To be specific, she hoped that it would Mark. She had enough of his unwanted advances. It made her sick to her stomach to have him kiss her in places that were meant for Seokjin. To have him whisper nothing but sweet words. She hated it all, and she was thankful that her disgust never showed. Maybe she should take up acting…

Currently in the kitchen, she was busy cooking up a lunch for Sowon. Remembering that her dear friend needed some kind of weapon, she decided to create a meal that would require the usage of a knife and fork; though, it made her wonder how Sowon would kill someone with both utensils. Then, she shuddered at the fact that Sowon could easily kill someone with a fucking spoon, so a fork and steak knife would be no problem for her.

Sumin quickly chopped a few carrots and onions before throwing them into the saute pan. Just as she turned around, she heard Mark shout,

“There you are, my precious angel!”

She quickly mustered a sweet smile and greeted him back with the same amount of enthusiasm.

“Whatcha cooking?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I’m making a meal for Sowon. She looked malnourished, and it didn’t sit well with me knowing that I’m eating delicious meals prepared by Taeyong while she’s starving to death.” She explained, smiling sadly. She knew Mark would do anything to keep her happy, so she had to sell that she was “heartbroken” and “upset” over her friend.

Mark hummed in response, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“But, what if I want to eat it? I always wanted to try your cooking,” He paused, inhaling the savory aroma,” How about this, I eat that, and I’ll get Taeyong to cook her something delicious?” He suggested, smiling brightly, with this hopeful gleam in his eyes. “I also want to eat lunch with you since it’s been a few days since we last shared a meal together.” He added, slightly guilt-tripping the poor girl.

Sumin maintained her smile, though, on the inside, she wanted to take that steak knife and stab him in the neck. Well...there goes Plan A…

“Okay fine...I guess I miss your company too…”

“I knew you love me, little one.”

“And I regret that…”

Mark chuckled at her comment before kissing Sumin on the cheek. He then released his hold on her and straightened his jacket out.

“Oh, do you have plans for tonight?” He suddenly asked, throwing Sumin off guard.

She hummed, thinking of a believable lie for him. The last thing she wanted was to go on another date with him which usually ended him with trying to have sex with her.

“Uh...well, I was hoping to get some studying done, tonight. Why?”

“I want to take my precious angel out on a date.”

“Oh? Another one? But we went out last night.”

“Well, this is important because I want to ask you something.”

Sumin’s lips thinned as this look of complete and utter dread slowly washed over. Fortunately, Mark mistook it as nerves and quickly calmed them.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m not proposing to you.” He chuckled, “But it is an important question so dress beautifully for me.” He winked at her, causing the girl to become red.

He resumed walking out of the kitchen, where the moment his foot stepped out of the area, his sweet smile dropped. It was soon replaced with this evil and pleased smirk as mind became filled with the idea of Sumin officially joining NCT. He had found his queen, so why not give her full reign over his members as well?

“I hope she says yes…”

Soon, a blanket of darkness covered the once bright sky. Tiny dots, that twinkled brightly, decorated the night sky with the full moon as the main event. A soft breeze brushed past the ivory lace curtains as small amounts of steam left underneath the bathroom door.

Currently, blow drying her hair, Sumin couldn’t help but be a bit irritated that Mark forced her to take another shower. Apparently, she “smelled”, and he missed the scent of sweet flowers that came from her shower gel.

“Why are boys obsessed with sweet scents?” She uttered as she finally reached the last section of her that needed drying. She quickly dried that part and then brushed her hair, straightening it. She quickly debated if she wanted to curl her hair or just leave it straight. Should she go the extra mile or give in to her laziness? After debating, she chose the latter. Mark already seen her with wavy and curly hair, so it wouldn’t be anything special if she were to create loves waves.

She gave herself a quick glance over before leaving the steamy and humid bathroom. The cool air fanned her body, creating tiny goosebumps to appear all over her arms and legs. But she gladly welcomed it. She loved the chill air. She then walked over to her closet, flipping through the luxurious brand dresses. What kind of color theme should she go for? That was the big question.

She flipped through dress after dress until she saw this black and blue dress. She took that dress to get a better look. She pursed her lips, silently impressed that Mark’s men had tastes. The dress looked like something that came out of the Victorian era yet had this modern aesthetic to it. The sleeves were black lace and long. The top part of it was also black lace, but the bottom was this royal blue color that reminded her of sapphires.

With a faint smile, she dropped her towel and quickly put on this wine colored matching lingerie set. She then unzipped the dress and stepped right into it. She zipped it back up and smoothed out the fabric.

“Knowing Mark, there are matching shoes to go with it.” She humorously thought as she searched for them. Though, it didn’t take too long.

She raised a brow, noticing how the shoes reminded her of ballet slippers. The heels were a matching blue with black satin ribbons. They were beautiful.

After what seemed like forever, Sumin finally finished getting ready. It took her a few attempts to get the shoes to look right. She swiftly put on diamond earrings as she walked over to her purse, which sat on top of her wooden drawer, and grabbed it.

“Okay, Sowon needs a weapon…” She mumbled to herself as she grabbed a nail file from her vanity table.

She took one final breath, slowly exhaling it. She emptied her thoughts and prepared herself to execute Sowon’s plan.

“Let’s get out of here.” She thought as she walked over to the door. Just as she reached for the door handle, it opened suddenly.

Sumin took a step back and looked confused as she saw Mark wearing something that did not seem suitable for a date. He normally dressed up but here he stood wearing a black leather jacket, a black plain t-shirt, and jeans.

“Where are you going?” asked Mark, secretly devouring Sumin with his eyes. His eyes especially lingered around her sinful legs.

Sumin shifted a little, slightly uncomfortable with Mark’s lustful gaze.

“I was going to ask Sowon for her opinion on my outfit. You know...for our date tonight.” She answered, reminding him of the date he suggested.

Mark pursed his lips, nodding slowly, as he placed a warm hand on Sumin’s shoulder.

“Yeah...change in plans...you’re staying here tonight.” He announced quickly as he rushed out of the room and closed the door.

Sumin gawked and just as she headed for the door, she heard it lock followed by the security system activating. She angrily banged on the door, demanding Mark to tell her what’s going on.

“I’m just keeping you safe little one! Now, be a good girl and wait for me!” He shouted before turning away. He then silently ordered one of his men to keep a watchful eye on her as she had the tendency of escaping.

Boy...he was smart to have a guard stationed by her room.

Sumin was heading planning her escape. She tossed her purse on the bed as she quickly walked over to the window, that Mark stupidly forgot to close whenever he had her under lock down.  She would’ve ran, but she was still in heels.

She swiftly tied her hair up in a ponytail before hooking one leg out of the window. She reached for the top ledge of the roof, slowly hoisting herself up. She mustered all of her strength to pull herself up into a standing position, careful to secure her feet as heels tend to be slippery.

Just as she managed to stand, something latched onto her feet. She tightened her grip on the ledge of the rooftop as she struggled against the unknown person’s grasp. She started to feel her body be pulled down. Fear instilled in her eyes as she was afraid that she would plummet to her death.

Not wanting to die, she channeled that fear and turned it into adrenaline. She kicked her feet, hoping to land a few hits on the assailant’s face.

“Let go off me!”

“Wait, it’s me!”

A/N: Okay...I take back what I said in my latest chapter of Our Second Chance... this is my longest update that I have written to date. Honestly, I do not know how people can write 10K+ chapters, but I applaud them lol 

Anyway, what do you guys think of this update? Believe it or not, we are nearing the end of this story! How do you guys think this is all going to play out? I honestly want to know! :) 

Don’t forget to leave a comment/like/reblog/and an ask in mine or Jey’s inbox! We love hearing your thoughts!

- Kim

[nothing-but-kpop-dreams]

BTS Reaction: Out of frustration they yell at their kid for distracting them and the child goes running to you (request)

Request:  Can I have a bts reaction on u being a new friend to the guys and your staying over at the dorm but they have a son from a past relationship (she left both of them almost as soon as he was born) and they have gotten pretty attached to you almost seeing u as a mother figure since he has never had one. And he has a bad dream and he goes running to his father but they were working so he gets mad at him so he goes crying to you for help.If it is too much work u don't have to thank u.

A/N: I am so sorry this has taken so long! We have all been so busy! But I also made sure to take my time with this request. It was so cute and fun to write and i had this certain idea as soon as i read it! I got a bit carried away with some of the members haha.

Tbh though, i wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be “new friend” or “new girlfriend” (since it had girlfriend vibes) and that it was like a typo, but i stuck to the request and wrote it as Y/n being a friend.

*the intro is the same for all of them, then each reaction

It had been an eternity of being locked in his almost sound proof prison. Just when he thought a home studio would make his life easier, it only made his role as a single father that much harder. It was yet again another night where there was just a wood door holding him back from being with his son; that and his pending deadline to add his voice to the last remaining song of the album.

Tonight was like every other. He called his friend Y/n over to look after his son ,______,  while he recorded. Sure, _______ loved when you were over but, he knew his son was always a bit sad when he had to work. He always hated the moments where he had to look into his son’s happy wide eyes and turn him down to play time, or lunchtime, or bed time, or taking him to preschool or daycare, or eating breakfast with him… just about everything really.

But now was not the time to be heartbroken over the fact he was such a bad father, now is the time to perfect his recording. It had to be the thousandth time that night he was recording this last part of the song, but now with the stress of his deadline, it was all getting to him. It seemed like every attempt was horrible. Either his voice cracked, or his words didn’t come out like he wanted or there were faint sounds of ________ playing with you out in the living room.  Honestly if it wasn't for you, he didn’t have too many options as who would be able to help him look after______ . So of course he shouldn't be getting too mad over his recording being ruined by the two you. If anything, every failed attempt always lead back to him being the problem… and it was eating away at him. He wanted nothing more than to have a decent enough recording and call it a night.

However, little did he know, his almost perfect recording was going to be ruined any moment by _________. _________ was experiencing yet another nightmare caused by a scary clown movie Daddy’s friends were watching and he just so happened to be watching from over their shoulders. Like the nights before, the evil clown had broken into the house and attacked you, his dad’s friend who he saw as his mother, and then attacked his father, who attempted to save the both of them. Now the evil clown was coming after him. In a broken sweat, little ________ awoke from the nightmare just as the clown opened its mouth showings it millions of sharp teeth.

Being in his pitch black room he couldn’t differentiate whether he was in his home or the stomach of the monster. As any five year old would, _______ began crying, sobbing out for his father to just know he was alive. He pushed his little body out of the bed and ran to the one room his father was most likely to be in. He tried to open the recording studio door that was locked. With his heart racing, he pounded his little fists on the wood door “ Daddy! Daddy where are you?!? Daddy!” he cried harder when there was no response.

He banged the door over and over and over until finally it opened and thankfully his dad stood there...with the angriest look on his face.

“Daddy! Daddy! The clown!” he shouted, running to his father and hugging him by his legs “The clown is going to eat us!”

“__________ get off!” His father said sternly, grabbing him by the arms and pushing him away. “Daddy is working! What have I told you about trying to come in when I am working?!? If you need anything you know to go to y/n!”

“_______!” The small child could hear his “mother” calling out to him. “_______, it’s alright, come to me.” you cooed as you walked down the hall, a bit too late to the commotion due to falling asleep on the couch. In an instant you scooped up the boy in your arms and carried him tight.

“Mommy!” _______ was only able to get out before he started crying harder.

“I got this.” you said looking up at the boy’s father, partially throwing him a dirty look over his outburst. “C’mon ________, let’s go to bed so your daddy can get back to work.”

The door the the studio slammed shut, leaving you by yourself to look over your friend’s child.

“But I don't want to sleep! I want daddy!”

“You don't want to sleep? Why don't we watch tv in daddy’s room while we wait for him to finish?” Having been here the last week to calm ________ down from his nightmares, you knew he would be back to sleep in second if he knew he felt safe.

It wasn’t until the wee hours of the night that father dearest finally perfected his session and dragged himself into his bedroom to find you and _________ cuddled together in a deep sleep.

RM:

His guilt intensified seeing the sight before him. He was the one that should be cuddled up with his son. He should have been the one to comfort him from his nightmare instead of scream in his face. What father literally pushes their crying child away?

He needed to apologize.

Being careful not to wake you up, RM crawled into bed, getting as close to _______ as he could.

“________… ________, wake up.” he whispered softly

“Daddy?” _______ called out with eyes still shut tight.

“_______, I am so sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

_______ finally opened his eyes, not having paid attention to a  single word he said. “What?”

“Daddy is very sorry for yelling at you.” He repeated. “I shouldn't have done that. It wasn’t a nice thing to do at all okay? Can you forgive me?”

His son stared at him for a long moment with sleep in his eye. “... What does “forgive” mean?” he asked innocently

He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. However, too tired to explain, he changed the subject. “Why don’t I tuck you in back in your bed? I can read you any bedtime story you want!”

______ only shook his head. “I want to sleep here with Mommy.”

“Mommy? Who is mommy?” he couldn't help but panic at the thought of his ex.

“Mommy!”______ said pointing at the sleeping you.

RM fought back the urge to correct his son. It was bad enough he yelled at him for something he couldn't help, he didn't want to make thing worse by putting a separation in _______ relationship with you. In that moment, ________ had a point. You really were like a mom to him. The last thing RM wanted to do was deny his son the closest thing he had to a mom. “Okay, but just tonight you and I can sleep here with mommy.” he smiled at him.

Jin:

There was this bittersweet feeling in his gut. He hated the fact that he didn’t and wasn't doing his job as a father, but he had to admit, you and ______ looked so cute cuddled up together.

He tiptoed over to your side of the bed and gently shook you awake. “Hey y/n, thanks again for helping me with ______.” He began when you finally opened your eyes. He hated waking you up, but he had the sudden urge to thank you for everything you’ve done up to this point. “I am sorry I took so long today. I really thought I was going to finish everything faster.” he sighed.

“... Jin it’s fine.” you mumbled. It was something you always whenever he gave his thanks but honestly you always down played just how much he appreciated your help.

“...What was ________ crying about? Was it that same dream?”

“Yeah. He was crying that “Mommy and Daddy got eaten” and that the clown was after him and all that stuff.”

“Aish, I already talked to him that it was a movie!” he huffed, “And I’ve also gotten after him for still calling you mom.”

“Jin, it’s fine! Honestly, I don’t mind him calling me mom. And c’mon he is only five, he can’t be logical about what is real and what is fake.”

He only ran his fingers through his hair. “You're right, you’re so right!” He felt stupid for expecting that much out of his toddler. “...Thank you y/n. I really don’t know where I would be without you.” he vented

You grabbed his hand that he had balled into a tight fist. “What else are friends for?” you smiled at him.

Instantly his body loosened and he put a smile on his face as he looked down at you. “Well… Breakfast is on me! I’m making us a feast. Now you stay here and get some sleep. I’m gonna get ________ and tuck him in his room.”

Suga:

Honestly, seeing You and _______ sleeping together on his bed had to be one of the cutest things he had seen in a long time. It was such a picture perfect moment, the two of you with your faces squished together in a deep sleep, just derpy and adorable. However, the only reason this moment was actually happening was because he was such a bad dad.

If only it weren't so late in the night. He wanted nothing more than to wake you and _______ up and watch a movie or like go out for food or something do happy! He wanted to do something that would erase the moment he yelled at his son.

The longer he stared at the two of you, the more his guilt ate at him. When he thought about it, you were more of a parent to ________ than he was. You were the one that deserved to be called “mom”, while he felt more like a distant uncle sometimes.

“I need to make things up to them.” he thought. The last thing he wanted was for ______ to grow up with a memory of him only getting yelled at. And he for sure needed to make things  up to you. You had taken so much time out of your own schedule to help him out, he needed a way to thank you for everything

“Making breakfast tomorrow could be a start.” he said to himself in a yawn.

Sleep was getting the best of him and there was enough room on the bed… but did he deserve to sleep there? Was his comfort worth the risk of waking up you or ________.

“...I should let them sleep.” he frowned as he dragged himself to the living room and knocked out on the couch

Jhope:

He smiled at the two most important people in his life sleep in his bed. It was cute, really cute, but he was still hit by a wave of shame and guilt. What he had done was wrong and thankfully you were here to take care of it, but how long was that's going to last? How long were you willing to put up with him?

Before he knew what he was doing, he was by your side waking you up. “Y/n…. Y/n… Can I talk to you?”

“Huh? What? Hobi? What times it?” you mumbled groggily.

“I’m- I’m sorry… but are you made at me?”

“Um” you took a moment to rub the sleep out of her eyes. “No? “

“Are you sure?

“Why- why are you asking me this at-” she checked her phone, squinting her eyes at the blinding light. “At 4 in the morning?”

“... Because… I saw the look you threw at me earlier… I know I put so much pressure on you and I shouldn’t! All this started because I needed you to babysit _______ for me and it is at the point where he is calling you mom! And I feel like such a piece of shit.”

You sat up just starting at his sudden mini breakdown. “Hoseok where is this coming from?”

“I rely on you too much!” he continued. “I should have been the one to comfort ________. I should have stopped recording and be an actual dad. You shouldn't have to be here, up in the middle of the night looking after MY son. I should! When we meet up to should be for having fun and plain hanging out, not me dropping off ________ with you then going over plans on when you can look after him again-”

“Hoseok, calm down. you are overthinking all this.” you laughed lightly. “Yes, I was upset that you pushed ________ away, but I know you are stressed I wouldn't be here 2/7 if i didn't want to be. C’mon we both know that when it comes to raising a kid, it take a village”

That was enough to make him smile. and he wrapped his arms around you, so relieved you didn't hate him. “My parents are visiting next week. They are going to hog ______ all to themselves, so next time we hang out it'll just be you and me and i’ll make it all up to you. How does that sound?”

“It’s a date.” you laughed. “Now you get some sleep you must be exhausted.”

V:

Your body was sprawled across his bed. Your limbs hung in all different directions. She looked almost like thrown ragdoll. In complete contrast, his little  ________ slept in a tight little ball nestled into your side. He was using your arm like pillow his his little hands clung to your clothes like a koala. the image before him was not only adorable but hilarious.

Despite his complete exhaustion he used what was left of his energy and pulled out his phone to take a picture. It was something that was screensaver worthy. He chuckled to himself for a quick second as he made the picture his homescreen, but seriousness was quick to set in. He was still guilty about the whole thing. He couldn't get that look you threw him out of his head. He felt like a failure, a failure that threw his problems on someone else

But what's done is done. It wasn't like he could go back in time and stop himself from snapping. What he had to focus on was how he could make up for it. “There is enough room for me on the bed. Maybe I should sleep here with them? ________ might like waking up to me being right there next to him.”

He shuffled his way over to the little space left next to ________ and climbed on as gently as he could.

Both you and _______ rustled a bit but neither one of you woke up.

Considering that you had been to one to tuck ______ in for the past week (yes, you were practically living with him and ______ at this point) he thought he'd take the chance to “tuck him in”.

Now next to _________, V lightly ran his fingers over his hair and took in the image of his sleeping mini me.”I’m.sorry I yelled at you ________.” He whispered to his sleeping son. “I shouldn't have done that, but I am going to make it up to you okay? Please don't hate me” he said before he leaned down and gave his son a quick peck on the head. “I love you. Sweet dreams.”

Then he looked up at you. You were as knocked out as ever. Him getting on the bed did nothing to distract your sleeping. “Aish, y/n I’m sorry I am such a bad friend. You're helping me so much! You have no idea how much i appreciate you... You're a better “mommy” to ________ than I am a dad…” He could feel a sting in his eyes as he vented to his sleeping friend just how he felt. “I’m gonna make things up to you too alright?” He promised, swallowing down the lump in his throat. He leaned over a bit and kissed your hand, that being the only part of you that was close enough to.him. “Night. Love you too y/n. Sweet dreams. I’ll see you both in the morning.”

Jimin:

Seeing what he saw, he couldn't get himself to move you or _______ from his bed. Who was he to ask them to go home/ go back to their room? who was he to disturb their sleep especially after the Stunt he pulled? “Looks like the couch is meant for me tonight.” he thought to himself

Being so tired, he was asleep the second his head touched the cushion.

-

He awoke to the smell of food and the sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen. He sat up immediately. If he wasn’t a bad enough parent and friend, he just got a lot worse.

He was up in second. He skipped the step to wash up and went straight to the kitchen, ready to apologize to you and then run off and wake up _________ with a million kisses.

“Morning daddy.” he heard his son say once he made his appearance in the kitchen.

_________ sat adorable the end of the table with a coloring book as you stood by the oven scrambling some eggs..

‘Morning  _________.” he practically sang. “Morning y/n” he said to you

“Morning .” you only yawned

He went over to his son, scooping him in his arms and covering his face in kisses. ________ only laughed.

“How’s my big boy doing today?” he asked

“I’m hungry.

“How are you he's asked. “ as he made his way to you

The unsuspecting you let out a squeal when you felt Jimin’s free arm wrapped around you and suddenly his lips put a peck on your head

“And how is the bested person in the world?’ he asked

“Wondering what the heck is going on with you.” you laughed, trying to hide your blushing face.

“Guilt” he said out right. He sat __________ down on the counter, and then suddenly turned off the stove.

“Jimin! Why are you-” you didn't have time to finish our question because he grabbed you and gently moved you over next to ________.

“I need to apologize to the two of you.” he said seriously.

“Why daddy? ________ asked

“Because what daddy did last night wasn't nice. I shouldn't have yelled at you when you were scared. What I should have done was remind mind you that monsters aren't real…. well I take data back there is one monster, but only one.”

“What?!? There is?” ________ already teary eye  with fear

“Yeah, the tickle monster! “Jimin roared, attacking his son with tickles

_________ shrieked with laughter.  Even you couldn't help but laugh at  how cute he laughed

He looked over at you “And I need to say sorry to you too.” he put all his attention on you

“Why?” You asked him.

“Because you help a lot and I feel it's gotten to the point where I might be taking advantage of you. I’m not am i? I don't want you to feel like we are mostly friends cuz you help me with _______.”

“Chimmie don't worry. I love being here and being with you and ________.”

He smiled. “ I love when you are here too…” he blushed. “But I’m gonna make it up to you and you too ________” Jimin turned back to his son. “I have the day off today! so today it’s going to be just you and me and we can do whatever you want!’

“Really?”

“Yes”

“But what about mommy?” __________ frowned looking up at you.

‘Ya, _______ what did I tell you about calling y/n mommy-

“Jimin, its fine.” you insisted before ______ could feel guilty about it.

“Well okay then. “Mommy” is going to have a whole day to herself!” he cheered. “She’s been really busy taking care of the both of us don't you think ______?” he waited for his son to nod in agreeance. “So she is going to rest all day. And that is starting right now.” he smiled at you. “You go sit down, I’ll make breakfast for us.”

Jungkook:

The light of the tv lit their sleeping faces

All he could do was let out a sigh. This was just another night of failure to add to his I-have-failed-as-a-dad list.

He shuffled over to you and ever so carefully removed the remote from out of your hand and turned off the tv.

Suddenly you rustled awake. “I was watching that!” you mumbled as you tried to sit up.

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh, struggling to keep quiet and not wake up _______. He turned on the lamp on the nightstand so he could take a look at you. “Y/n go back to sleep.” He instructed, resting you back in a laying position

“Oh Kookie… when did you get here?”

“How it is that you woke up from me turning off the tv but not from my footsteps walking up to you?”

“Tv is life.” was your only explanation. “But are you finally done recording?”

“Uh, yeah, pretty much. I kind of gave up and just used whatever was best.”

“Finally. _______ kept asking when you were going to be done. He tried to stay up for you, but fell asleep after half an hour.” you chuckled as you looked down at the child that clung to your side.

The guilt inside him intensified. “How is it that you aren't even his real parent but you are better for him than i am?” the thought out loud.

“What?”

“He isn’t your son, but you take better care of him than I do.”

In an instant you sat up and your hand cut through the air, lightly smacking the side of his head.

“Ouch! What was that for?” Jungkook cried

“Why did you say  something so stupid? You’re a great dad!”

“No I’m not! I don't even know what i’m doing half the time.”

“Do you think anyone does? Do you think i actually know what i’m doing? I know just as much as you.” you said in a hush, still being careful to now wake up ______.  “Jungkook, you were a teen dad, you’re a single dad, and on top of it your this crazy international idol! Of course being a dad is going to m\be hard and it's going to be a thousand times harder because you are who you are, but you are still a great dad!”

“Yeah?” he smiled shyly

You grabbed his hands and sat him down next to you. “Yes! Of course!”

“Are you sure? Cuz i feel like you do all the work and i just poke my head in every now and then. And like ______ calls you mommy all the time and i don’t even know if you are okay with that. I haven't even had time to explain to him he should do that. And i’m scared to talk about his actual mom and just ugh. I don’t know. And like i hope that i don't overwhelm you with always asking you to come and help me with ______ -”

“Kookie.” you had to interrupt. “It’s fine. It’s all fine! Now about the whole mommy thing, i was just wanting to know if you were okay with it. Cuz like you never even bring “her” up so i don't know.”

“I mean, i’m cool with him calling you that. You're Like a mom to him basically. I see you like his mom.” He gave your hand a squeeze.

You just giggled.” YEah I get you. And like I love my Jeon boys, so of course i’m always going to be here helping you out, even if you don't want me to be.” you smiled, giving his hand a squeeze in return.

Suddenly he pulled you into a hug. “And we love you too.”

-Admin Boat

Again, sorry this took so long, but i wanted this one as perfect as could be. I loved writing V’s part. Did any of you have a favorite member’s reaction to read?

[bodhixcrimson]

The Crimson parents were back in town, in fact they’d broken the back window and let themselves in. Bodhi woke up to the sound of Lark yelling, which wasn’t necessary uncommon considering Van was always causing some kind of trouble. But Bodhi even in his sleepy haze could clearly see that his youngest brother was passed out in Gryff’s bed. Which made the next question, who the hell was Lark screaming at? And usually there was only one answer after Van, and that was their parents. Bodhi took no longer than two seconds, throwing his covers back and running out of his bedroom. Even at this hour of the morning the middle Crimson was quick to defend his good for nothing mother and father. Grabbing a shirt on his way through the cluttered hallway, he pulled it over his head as he ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Upon entering the heart of their home, he could instantly see the shattered glass over the floor, and his parents stood defensively against the back door, while Lark and Clove stood a meter away from them on the attack.

The second Clove and Finley saw Bodhi they stepped in his way, his sisters gently pushing on his chest, trying to get him to move away from the situation at hand. “Not this time Bodhi, you need to let Lark deal with this” Finley reasoned, all but begging Bodhi to back down. “Stop defending two people that have never cared about you” Clove added, a single hand pressed on the center of Bodhi’s chest, praying it would get him to move backwards out of the kitchen. But the two sisters had tried every method by this point, and neither was confident they were ever gonna find a way to reason with their naive brother. So as Bodhi pushed right through the middle of them, they had to let him go, he had to make his own mistakes. The hardest part? The most painful sting? Was the fact he made the mistakes, over and over again, and he never learnt anything from them.

As Bodhi shoved right past Lark, the eldest brother took a step away. He and Bodhi had many a heated argument from situation such as this, and honestly Lark was tired. He was sick of fighting with his little brother, fighting for his little brother. Trying to protect a man that obviously didn’t want protecting, that kept falling into the same trap he’d gotten eaten alive by two months before. Lark couldn’t keep battling with Bodhi on this topic, because it never resulted in anything. Lark moved away and out of the room, but Clove wasn’t known to back down so quickly. “Leave it Clove! They’re not hurting anyone, they’re our parents” Bodhi attempted to settle his sister and find some harmony. “No Bodhi you’re right, they’re not hurting anyone. They just hurt you when they ran over you, or Sunny when they stole all her art supplies and sold them so dad could get a fix. They just broke our window, and stole the last six tv’s we’ve owned. Trashed Lark’s motorcycle, threw me down the stairs at fourteen, took Gryff back at 7 and left him 3 miles out of town when they changed their minds, almost let Van drown because they weren’t watching, or even tried to sell Finley at 10, to clear a drug debt. But you’re right dear little brother, they’re not hurting anyone.”Clove huffed, waving a dismissive hand before taking her own leave.

And for a moment, her speech almost work, for a moment Bodhi paused and wondered exactly who it was he was defending. Why he was protecting them. But then a soft hand curled over his shoulder and gave a soft squeeze, pulling him to turn around. The soft eyes of his mother staring back at him, her expression almost pained by the words she’d just heard. As if she was heartbroken just knowing the mistakes they’d made in the past. “I’m so sorry son, for everything we’ve ever done to you. To all our children. We’ve made mistakes, we’ll be the first to admit that, but there isn’t a day that goes by where we don’t think about each and every one of you and miss you dearly, especially you darling” she said, voice as sweet as honey, as she pulled Bodhi into a hug. A hug was all he had wanted as a child, for his mother to just hold him and say she was sorry, to say she wanted to be better. And in that moment he forgave them all over again, he believed them again, and maybe this time was different. Maybe they wouldn’t leave.

Bodhi, Maverick and Olive had soon after left the house and gone to a motel in town, where Bodhi had paid for three nights stay for his parents. He’d brought them lunch and then dinner, filled up their car with gas, as well as giving some cash for his dad’s ‘medicine’. “I have to go now, it’s Friday, Natalie and I do movie night on Friday” Bodhi told his parents, collecting his things and preparing to leave. He’d never missed a movie night with her, and didn’t intend to start now. “Wait what, I thought we were going out for drinks, come try and beat your old man at darts. I’ve gotten better since the last time we played” his father said. “We’ve never played darts before dad” Bodhi commented, wondering where he even got that idea from, not even considering the fact his parents were full shit all the time. Like the fact they never called him by his name, because they didn’t know it. Or they made fake memories to form a quick connection to drain Bodhi of his money. “I can’t come out for drinks, I gotta go” “So now your friends are more important than your own parents? I thought you said you forgave us sweetie. I thought we’d gotten past everything that happened in the past. Clearly you’re still mad, that’s why you’re leaving, what else can we possibly do to make you believe we want to be better.” his mother spun a good story, attempting to make Bodhi feel guilty, as if he were the one doing something wrong.

“I do forgive you, and I do believe you want to be better. And I want to come out for drinks-” “So come” “but I want to see Natalie. I want to watch a crappy movie and eat bad food, and feel really awkward with her extroverted roommates. I’m not gonna let her down, i’m not gonna choose you over her” it was probably the most forward Bodhi had ever been with his parents, and in fact he’d never chose anything over spending time with them. But Natalie had been better to him in the time he’d known her, than his parents had been his entire life. And he refused to choose anyone over her, least of all his parents. “I’m sorry, but it matters a lot to me. Movie nights are my favourite part of every week, seeing her.......it makes me happy. And maybe missing one movie night wouldn’t matter that much, but I won’t be finding out tonight.” he pulled his backpack on, hugged his mother and father and headed for the door. “You guys enjoy your night, i’ll drop by tomorrow” he said as he exited the room, and left towards Natalie’s apartment complex. His parents wouldn’t be there tomorrow, and under different circumstances he’d be upset he missed that last bit of time with them. But if it was time he instead spent of Natalie doing something as simple as movie night, he wouldn’t be upset at all.