#I'm gonna cry this is gonna make me ugly sob into my coffee

[viking-goat-420]

Logan/Reader: Coffee?

  

Fandom: X-men

Pairing: Logan/reader

Summary: Logan comes to the rescue after your ex comes back. You stay with him and feelings are said over coffee.

A/N: So this was my first time doing anything for Logan. This is 2k words and honestly the longest work I have done in a while so I hope it's good. As always requests are open

You knew the moment when he entered the house the door slamming as it hit the wall. His footsteps thuded so loud in your over sensitive ears. His scent fills your nose before his arms wrap around you and you cling to him. You cling to him as you sob your body shaking with the force. 

"I'll kill him" he growls, his voice low and deadly. Your face hurt even as the bruises and cuts healed. Logan picks you up and he sits with you on the bed as you cry.  Once you finally calm down enough you pull away and look up at him. 

"I'm so  scared Logan, what if he comes back?" You ask your voice to come out shaky. You hear him growl and your eyes meet his brown ones that were filled with rage. 

"I'll handle this, pack a bag you're staying at my place till this is handled" he says standing up and grabbing your empty bag and tossing it on the bed. Your mind was still trying to catch up with everything from the last 12 hours. 

Eric was a guy you had been seeing. You liked him well enough but he wasn't the one you truly wanted. After some time Eric put it together and he became violent so you ended it but last night he showed up breaking into your house where things got ugly quick. 

"Umm okay" you say softly, your brain working on autopilot at this point. You throw random things in your bag as your mind races with all bad thoughts. You jump when you feel a hand touch your arm and you turn to see Logan. 

"I'll keep you safe," he says, grabbing your bag from you. His body was tense like danger was around ever comer. You nod your head not trusting your own voice. You follow him out of your house and you look at the broken door and then Logan. You blink back your tears and go to his truck where you both get in and he starts to his cabin. 

"I'm sorry this is all my fault"  you whisper but you knew he heard you loud and clear and he pulls off into the side of the road and turns to you. 

"You listen here, none of this is any of your fault. He never should have laid a hand on you. I'm gonna handle him and fix your door. Until then you will stay with me" he says sharply leaving no room for argument making you sigh before you look over at him and your heart speeds up. 

"Okay Logan" you agree feeling so tired all of a sudden. Logan puts the truck back on the road and you lay your head on the window as you fall asleep. 

-3weeks later-

You roll over as the sun hits you in the face and you groan as you slowly open your eyes the smell of coffee hits your nose and you sit up. Once you use the bathroom you make your way to find Logan shirtless drinking coffee making you stop and your heart speeds up

 and you feel yourself become wet. 

"Morning!" You say snapping out of your thoughts and step into the room. Logan looks over at you from his spot by the window and gives you a smile. 

"Morning, coffee?" He asks his voice low and smooth, making your insides tingle. You push those thoughts away and walk to stand beside him. 

"Yes thank you" you grin as he hands you the cup and you lean on the counter. You take a sip of your coffee and look at Logan. 

"I think maybe it's time I go back to my place. You have looked for 3 weeks Logan plus my door is fixed" you say biting your lip as you speak, Logan looked at you before he set his cup down. 

"I was waiting till you woke up, I handled the problem last night" he says, watching your face closely. 

"Do I even want to know what that means?" You tease with a grin as you put your cup in the sink. You hear him chuckle and you turn around and bump into him. 

"Probably not, I'll take you home if that's what you want" he says his voice taking on an edge to it. You look up into his eyes and felt your heart start to race. 

"I can't keep wearing your shirts Logan, I need more clothes. Besides I'm sure you have better things to do" you say, you could feel his body heat and your heart racing. 

"I kinda like you in my shirts" he grins looking down at you. You laugh off his words and move around him. 

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls, I'll get dressed and we can go" you say with a laugh but the look on his face makes you stop. 

"You no there is no other girl" he says, making you bite your lip. 

"Ya know he always said i was in love with you” you say softly with a sigh, you look up at Logan as you feel his hand on your face making you look up at him. 

“Are you?” he asks, his voice low and gravely making your sides tingle. Your eyes lock with his and your stomach turns into knots. Noting was stoping you from being with him now but if you both went there, there would be no going back. 

“I do Logan but i don't want to lose you” you say softly and he strokes your cheek. 

“You won't lose me” he says as you bite your lip as your mind races as you step closer to him. 

“Promise?” you ask softly laying your hand on his chest and his body tenses as you move your hand up his chest to behind his neck where you bring your lips close to his. He growls softly before his lips crash on yours making you moan. 

Logan kisses you hard and deep, one hand tangled in your hair as the other holds you close to him. You moan as you feel his body heat through the shirt. You moan and tug his hair making him growl and your back hits the wall making Logan cage you in and he pulls back looking down at you with lust blown eyes. 

"We better or I'm not gonna be able to control myself" he growls his body reacting to your scent. You look up at him, your hands on his shoulders. 

"I want this Logan, I want you" you say, you let him go and pull the shirt up over your head and drop it on the floor at your feet leaving you naked before him. 

"Fuck" he growls before his big rough hands where on your body. You moan as your breast rubs his naked chest. Logan's hand runs down your hip and to your ass where he grabs you and picks you up making you wrap your legs around him. You lean forward and kiss and bite his neck up to ear. 

"I have gotten myself off to thoughts of you so many times I lost count" you say hotly in his ear and he groans. Logan heads down the hall, his strides hurried. He lays you on the bed hovering over you. 

You lean up and kiss him deeply, your hands roaming his body as his mouth travels down your neck. He stops at your breasts for a moment before he kisses down your stomach and bites your thigh locking eyes with you.

"First I'm gonna make you cum on my face than I'm gonna fuck you deep into my bed" he growls against your skin making you shiver. Logan could smell just how soaked you were and it made him even harder. 

"Logan!" You cry out, your fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked and licked at your dripping cunt making him groan. Your toes curl when he enters a thick finger into you and you thrust your hips up. Your orgasm comes hard and fast making you see white as your body feels light and free. You whine softly as you feel him pull his fingers out of you. 

"You taste amazing" he growls licking his lips and you bite your lip. You lean up and kiss him deeply and you moan when you taste yourself on his tongue. You run your hand down his chest to his sweatpants and grab his hard cock stroking him before pulling them down letting his cock free. You push him on his back and you straddle him, his hands going to your hips as your dripping cunt sits on his hard cock. 

"Mm I have wanted to do this for so long" you say with a dirty grin. You kiss and bite down his body till you reach his hard cock and you lock eyes with him as you suck the head into your mouth. 

"Jesus! Fuck (y/n)" he growls his hand tangled in your hair as you take him inch my inch till your chin touches his balls making him snarl. You pull off and gasp for air as you stork him. 

"Fuck my throat, let your animal play with mine for a bit" you say before licking him from balls to tip. He snarls as you suck him back in your mouth and he holds your head still as he fucks your throat. 

"Fuck!" He snarls as he cums hard down your throat and you suck him softly through it. You pull him out of your mouth and swallow what he gave you. You straddle him once more as he catches his breath, his cock still hard and you rock your hips craving friction. Without warning he sits up holding you to him before he flips you so he is back on top and you spread your legs a bit more to fit him. 

"Please Logan" you beg your cunt throbbing needing him to fuck you hard and deep. You needed him to calm you and make you his in every way. He leans down and kisses you deeply as he grabs his cock and runs the head through your folds making you moan and your hips to thrust. Logan enters you slowly enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

"You're so wet and tight" he snarls trying to let you adjust to him. Your body felt so full Logan reached places you didn't know you had making your head spin. You finally open your eyes leaning up to kiss him as you tighten around him making him groan. 

"More" you moan as he fucks you deeply your nails digging into his back as he pounds into you at a rate that knocked the headboard into the wall. You cling to him as he fucks you into the bed his hold hard and tight and you knew if you didn't have super healing there would be marks. 

Without warning he pulls out making you whine before he flips you over on your hands and knees smacking your ass before he renter's you from the back making you cry out and push back. Logan's hand is tangled in your hair as he fucks you roughly. You push back hard, taking him even deeper, making you cry out his name every time he would hit that spot. 

"Cum on my cock baby let me feel you" he growls as he rubs your clit pushing you off the edge as you cum hard. You clamp down on his cock hard as you cum making him snarl. Logan pulls out and flips you back over entering you again, your sweaty body's moving together. 

"Fill me up Logan wanna feel it please" you beg so close to another orgasm. Logan snarls as he cums spilling into you pushing you over the edge making you cum. Your body feels heavy and spent as Logan rolls off you and you roll, laying your head on his chest as he holds you. 

"Should have done this sooner" he chuckled and you grin looking up at him. Logan grabs your hand and kisses your fingers softly. 

"What now?" You ask softly looking up at him Logan looks down at you his fingers trace your hip. 

"I meant what I said that day (y/n)" he says and you lean up on your arm half hovering over him. you smile softly and stroke his face. 

"Eric was right, I am in love with you, I always have been and I don't think anything will change that" you say and Logan leans up and cups your face stroking your cheek before he kisses you deeply. 

"You better get some rest I'm nowhere near done with you" he grins with a predatory gleam in his eyes that made your heart race as you laid down trying to ignore the growing need coming back Logan laid back down beside you and you cuddled up to him. 

"Maybe I'm not done with you" you say with a grin closing your eyes. 

[svnnyd4ys]

(some of the) eah royals as incorrect quotes!

Blondie: Apple noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago. Lizzie: This reminds me of the Apple who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi. Blondie: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Apple.

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Duchess: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation. Ashlynn: So you're just gonna wait until Briar is in danger and save them? Duchess: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them. Ashlynn: ... Ashlynn: You're insane.

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Blondie: *fills up bottle and drinks from that* Ashlynn: *brought 4 bottles of water so this wouldn’t happen* Apple: *drinks straight from the tap* Duchess: *dehydrates* Lizzie: *drinks from the puddle of water on the floor* Briar: *licks the tap, doesn’t even need a drink*

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Duchess: Fine! Judge all you want but... Duchess, points at Ashlynn: Married a lesbian. Duchess, points at Lizzie: Left a man at the altar. Duchess, points at Blondie: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer. Duchess, points at Apple: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire. Duchess, points at Briar: Lives in a box!

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Apple: From now on we will be using code names. Apple: You can address me as Eagle One. Apple: Blondie is “been there done that”. Apple: Briar is “currently doing that”. Apple: Ashlynn is “it happened once in a dream”. Apple: Lizzie is “if I had to pick a wonderlandian". Apple: And Duchess is.. Apple: Eagle Two Duchess: Oh thank god.

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*Briar comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Blondie’s bedroom.* Blondie: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Briar: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Briar: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep* Blondie: ...

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Briar: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world! Duchess: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Ashlynn: More or less, I guess... Apple: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Lizzie: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Blondie: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

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Duchess, reading the newspaper: Huh. Did you know Nickelodeon opened a hotel? Briar: Yeah, I went there once. There was a dead squirrel in the pool and I made some of Ashlynn cry by telling them it was the real Sandy.

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Apple: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Duchess, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Blondie: What makes you think it's okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter? Ashlynn: Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes. Briar: Because I condone murder and cannibalism.

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*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one* Apple: I will not let you down. Duchess: Sounds fun. Ashlynn: K. Blondie: No, I'm fucking not. Lizzie: Do I have to be? Briar: Please god, I am so tired.

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Ashlynn: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Briar: Aren't you forgetting something? Ashlynn: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Briar's forehead before running out.* Briar: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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Briar: *sighs* Blondie: You bored? Briar: Yeah. Blondie: Wanna start drama for no reason? Briar: I thought you’d never ask.

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Lizzie: Punch me in the face. Duchess: ...Punch you? Lizzie: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me? Duchess: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

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Apple: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

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Briar: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

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Ashlynn, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

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Duchess: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

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Lizzie: Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

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Blondie: I was born for politics! I have great hair and I love lying! !!!

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

yet another reblog for @carinyms' tags 🥺

[secretbangtnn]

Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

notes ~

So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

[little-fairy-forest]

Gone to voicemail | 9

Summary : Bakugou and Y/n go through hardships during their engagement, will they be able to wait for each other at the alter or will they find someone new to share their vows with?

@Hero-media : get the lastest vidoes of what went down in the hero's New years party! 😱🥂

@Hero- media : what was Redriot thinking?! At least he stood up for his friend!

@Hero-media : wow! Didn't think we'd seen the ugly side of Camie! Let's hope she cleans up her act! 🎭

Bakugou reads over the tweets as he sips on his coffee, today it wasn't sweet like it normally would be, instead a bitter taste floods his mouth as he takes another sip to try and wake him up. Maybe it was a reminder of what happened the previous night, if the coffee doesn't tell him his clothing would since he never got changed out of his tux, instead chose to hit to couch the momemt he got home as to forget about the night as quickly as possible.

Katsuki scrolls through all the vidoes of Camie crying and making a mockery of herself after she kissed him to make you jealous, tch as if you'd be jelous since you had your eyes on someone else...

"*sigh* why can't she just leave me alone...hopefully she takes the karma well and gets her act together...damn Camie"

Katsuki can feel the cold weather outside creep into his apartment since the heating wasn't turned on, not like it truly botherd him due to his quirk but he is expecting company soon so he better make the place look presentable and welcoming.

On the other end of the city, you lye in your dress from the night previous as you fiddle with the bracelets on your wrist.

"Do you think I can show my face again?" You ask to sero as he trys to figure out the coffee machine in the hotel room he booked for you, he booked you seprate rooms for privacy but nobody likes to eat alone when company is offerd.

"Of course, I'd say you'll be hearing a sob story from Camie soon and a half-arsed apology to go with it" sero grimaced as he got the coffee machine to work woth slight force, he was dressed in casual wear since he got chaged after he helped you into your room sonce you were a bit tipsy after the drinks Mina gave you in the taxi home to halp you forget what happened. It's the thought that counts Mina

"I don't care honestly, he can have her, give the rest of the country a bit of peace if he can keep her in line" you laugh at the thought of Camie acting like a spoilt child who wants everything but doesn't deserve it due to their behaviour, fitting

"Have you checked your phone?" Sero asks handing you your coffee to help with the hangover you have been graced with, you don't want to check your since you knew you'd been flooded by news outlits looking for your insight on your current ordeal, all you want is to snuggle paprika and to order a Chinese takeaway

"I'll check to get rid of the notifications, I need a assistant to manage my work I want to avoid" you say bordly as you move your hand around on the messy bed sheets to find your phone,

You look at the text messages you got over the hours you slept away as to avoid the emails you had been receiving about interviews

Mina : sorry about the alcohol! I'll buy you dinner! <3

Kirishima : if you need anythung just text! 💪🏻 ways here to help

Jirou : are you okay??

Jirou : I'm gonna kill her

Mitsuki : y/n please give me a call once your home safe alright?

Katsuki : y/n where dod you go?!

Katsuki : answer your phone!

Katsuki : be safe

Mina : *attached image* omg look at the state of Camie's make up 💀🍾 girl bye ✋🏻

You scan through your messages, mentally reminding yourself to respond later, until you seen a text from Mitsuki, damn was that women a life saviour...

"Later when I get back to my place ill give you a call about my next move alright? Thanks again sero" you thank Sero for all he has done over the last week helping you prepare for the event, only for it to go up in flames

"No problem, get some rest...and a hair bursh" he jokes as he waves goodbye before lwaving your hotel room to provably get himself ready before checks out of the hotel

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Katsuki cleans his apartment before his management comes over to scold him for the ruining the event, he doesn't want to hear anything from anyone, especially after his mom rang him earlier to scold him like a young child for making you cry. Mitsuki always loved you like the daughter she never had. She always was wanted to go on shopping trips and to visit restaurants, she cried when you shows her your engagement ring after Katsuki proposed, she was finally getting her daughter she dreamed about. After she found out about your break up she was headtbroken, Masaru thought she was the one to get broken up with. She was so worried she wouldn't be able to see you again, it wouldn't be proper etiquette to see your sons ex was it? God forbid he moved on then she really couldn't see you.

Katsuki will never forget the painful expression his mom had after she took down all the photos that adorned her walls of her home that you were in, all the memories she made with you, gone but never forgotten, right?

A ringing noise breaks Katsuki out of his cleaning, he moves towards his phone on charge, doesn't read the name since he was expecting it to be his sidekick

"Katsu? Are you okay?"

Great

"Why did you ring me? I thought I told you to piss off" katsuki was annoyed to be even hearing Camies voice after last night, what the fuck did she want?

"Arn't you gonna deny the roumours about me?! They are making me out to be a villian!" She fake cries over the phone,

Katsuki seen earlier that some people conspirisied that Camie was trying to get Katsuki drunk enough to do things with her and to then blame it on the alcohol, the ammount of drinks Camie gave to Katsuki that night was ungoldly, good thing for his strong tolerance. Other people claimed it was all a media show for money and fame on Camies end, she never made it high in the ranks until she joined Katsukis agency

"No, go away or I'll block your number" katsuki deadpans as he hangs up the phone, he'll let his assisant deal with her wines

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You rang Mistuki back after she texted you to meet at your apartment, you got a quick shower and got into some presentable clothing before she arrived soon. You had a feeling what you were going to talk about but even so you were a nervous wreck,

The door bell rang and Paprika was quick to bark to let you know there was an "intruder" at the door, you push paprika away to open the door to let Mitsuki in, once paprika relaises who it was she went bananas and tried to jump up for cuddles with her third favourite person, you could argue it was her first due to her reaction.

You guide Mitsuki into your small dining room that looks out onto the city skyline, you place some tea infront of her as you seat yourself opposite her and sip your tea, paprika getting under the table rubs from Mitsuki as she begans to talk

"How are you sweetheart?" She asks gently with soft eyes,

"Doing better, After last night all I want is peace" you answer honestly

"All I want is for you to be at peace with what has happned, y/n, don't do anything to please others"

"I know but.."

"If your still thinking about that brat, let me tell you something alright?" Mitsuki lets you in on a secret

"Once you left Katsuki, he shapped up big time. He spent more time with Masaru doing things they done when he was little such as going hiking and fishing, I never thought I'd see the day where my demon spawn would give me a hug out of love rather then obligation because I made him to" your awestruck at the news about what Katsuki was up to after you broke up, you kept yourself busy with work to notice

Mistuki continues after she takes a sip of her green tea "He became a better person for himself and for everyone around him, I think you taught him to enjoy the present and not wish for more and be greatful....once he realised his future was gone after you left him he got his ass in shape and started to do things for himself, he went to anger management classes and started taking time for his mental health, I've seen such an improvement in his anger, truly" she continues "He would keep some things you gave him as if you were dead, honestly it was like he was scared to move on incase you came back...he spent some nights at are house when his apartment got too lonely for him"

You were shocked that Katsuki felt alone without you, you knew he could be clingy but the fact that he was trutly sorry for what he done and that now he has to own up to his actions was soemthing else,

"If you can't face him I can relay a message" Mitsuki offers,

"Please, if you dont mind" you debate in your head if you want to start things over again or go seprate paths. He seems to be doing better now that your gone but at the same time you can have a normal relationship again since he realsied amd fixed his mistakes....

You had a hard decision to make....

Thank you for reading!

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Apartment 307-8 (Grabbed by the hair)

Hi guys!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. School and work have been crazy but luckily I'm out of school next week so I'll have much more time and be posting more frequently! Apologies for the short chapter, I have no idea why but it just kicked my butt lol. I tried doing some cool multimedia stuff, I hope you enjoy! This is @sableflynn's BTHB request, grabbed by the hair.

TWs: Creepy, possessive whumper, mention of branding, also this chapter made me sad bc I love my mom and Elora's mom is sad so warning for that lmao

Elora was still lying there crying hours later. The tears had slowed from her initial keening sobs, but they still fell steadily down her face, accumulating in a small puddle on the tile by her head. She could see a bit of her reflection in the salty water; just her eyes, mostly. She saw green eyes that had once been so full of hope and life that were fading, the slow abandonment of hope almost making them gray out. She wanted to lie there forever, staring into her own eyes, until oblivion took her. If she cleared her head enough, she could pretend she was elsewhere, somewhere warm and loving; the blanket draped over her body did help with the fantasy, though she always knew somewhere in the back of her head that it was just that: a fantasy. She was still here. With him.

Clyde tried to give her time to recover, but his patience wore eventually. He began to get antsy after a few hours of watching her lie there, doing nothing but cry. Admittedly, he did enjoy it at first-seeing her so weak, so docile, because of him-but it eventually grew tiresome. Watching each tear drip down into the puddle became like watching paint dry.

He stood up abruptly. Elora was startled by the motion, flinching before stilling and watching him very carefully. What was he going to do?

“Get up,” he said simply.

Elora froze. She still felt sick, dizzy with pain and the lingering scent of her burning flesh in the bathroom. But why would he care about that? Why should she disobey him, when she knew what would happen?

Yet pride and pain got the better of her again.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. She felt weak. “I hurt. You hurt me.”

The piercing sound of a loud, sudden laugh began to echo through the bathroom. It reminded Elora of the laugh of a hyena. She winced.

“Darling, did you not think that was the point?”

Her expression hardened and her heart thumped in her chest. That was the point. She wanted to say something, but her mouth suddenly got dry.

The man simply grinned. “Get up,” he repeated, but she didn’t. She just laid there, dumbfounded.

He groaned angrily, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Be that way.”

He gathered up her hair in his hand, locked his fingers in a tight fist, and pulled up. Elora yelped and scrambled to get to her feet to relieve the pain, but he didn’t give her the chance; he carelessly dragged her off, out of the bathroom, through the hallway, and into the living room. She screamed and thrashed wildly, her hands desperately trying to push him away as her scalp burned like fire. Again and again, her feet scraped the ground to no avail, kicking and kicking but never able to gain enough traction to stand as she was mercilessly dragged. The man finally dropped her on the floor at the foot of a worn leather couch, releasing his death grip on her hair. Her hands immediately flew up to her head, applying gentle pressure to her scalp to try to ease the burning pain as she looked around the new room.

The living room was barren, like the man had half moved into it then given up. There was a dusty box in the corner, the couch, a worn coffee table, a small stand, and an old TV. Other than that, it was empty, in an eerie way. The aged carpet spanned the floor like an ocean.

The pressure didn’t do much and Elora dropped her hands, still wincing as the man plopped himself on the couch behind her, the leather making a loud crackling noise as he sat. She whipped her head around as her shoulders raised up to her ears instinctively. The man made a sour face, his features twisting into an ugly frown.

“Relax,” he commanded, forcefully pushing her shoulders down. At first, she tried to wiggle away, but that idea was abandoned when he tightened his grip, clearly as a warning. He grabbed the TV remote from the arm of the couch and turned it on. It started on some history channel documentary about cars, but Clyde quickly flipped through channels until he found the local news station.

A grin spread across his face as he read the blue banner spanning across the bottom of the screen. They were just in time.

UP NEXT: CAPE COD GIRL GOES MISSING; DESPERATE MOTHER PLEADS FOR HER RETURN

His hands wandered to Elora’s scalp and began to gently card through her hair. She inhaled sharply, and it took everything she had in her not to immediately shove him off. Somehow the gentleness felt worse than the pain; the false sense of care disgusted her. He was a maniac. He hurt her, he branded her, and now he was sitting on the couch petting her hair, pretending like none of it happened. It didn’t escape her attention how he set her on the floor instead of the couch, below him, like a dog.

The banner was bad enough, but she felt sick to her stomach when the station cut to a reporter sitting at a desk with a picture of her on half of the screen. It was the picture her mom took of her at the orchard last fall. It was candid; she remembered it. She was intently focused on a butterfly off on a tree, ignoring her mom as she snapped the photo. It was one of her favorite pictures of herself. And now, it was plastered all over the news.

The reporter on the TV began to speak. “Tonight, a desperate mother pleads for her missing daughter’s safe return. Elora Larkin, nineteen, of Barnstable county, Massachusetts has been missing since Friday night. She was last seen walking home from her job at Agathangelou’s bakery, wearing khakis, a black t-shirt, and black sneakers. The police have opened a tip line and are offering an unspecified reward for any information that leads to Miss Larkin.”

Elora felt a lurching sensation in her stomach, so visceral she wanted to throw up. That was her. On the news. Gone. Missing.

Behind her, the man chuckled.

“Look at that, baby. You’re all over New England.”

“I’m not your baby,” she snapped, turning around. But her head was spinning. All over New England? It wasn’t the Cape Cod news station on the TV. It wasn’t even a state news channel. It was entirely unfamiliar, the reporter’s face one she’d never seen.. So he’d taken her across state lines, making her chances of being found lower yet.

The man shushed her and put a finger up to her lips. “Watch.” She almost bit him, but decided it wasn’t worth the inevitable punishment that would follow. Besides, they might say something useful, something that could help her. She needed to pay attention.

The screen changed, and a missing persons poster popped up. Hers.

It was up for a minute before it faded away as the reporter came back on the screen.

“Such a sad story. Everyone in the studio is hoping and praying for her safe return. Unfortunately, vigilance is so important in this day and age. Up next, we have a recording of a press conference with the girl’s mother.

The girl’s mother. Her mother. Elora felt her heartbeat thumping in her chest.

And there she was. Jodie was standing at a podium in a building that had to be a police station. Demetrios was standing by her side, offering support by merely being present. While Elora hadn’t seen him cry even once in all the years she’d known him, he now looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Her mom started to speak. She looked so sad. Withered, like the life had been sucked out of her, from fear and overthinking and sleepless nights.

“My daughter-My daughter Elora has been missing since Friday night. She’s got-she’s got blonde hair, and green eyes, and she’s real tall. I’m sure pictures have gone around by now. She was walking home from work and-and then she disappeared. We were supposed to have dinner Sunday and she never came. It was supposed to be her weekend off. I- If someone has her, please, I’m begging you, let her go. Bring her home safe. She’s a good kid, she works hard, she rescues cats in her spare time...she doesn’t deserve this. And Elora, if you’re seeing this, I love you. I love you so much, honey. If you chose to leave, please just tell us you’re okay. It’s okay. You can go see the world, just tell us you’re okay. And if something-something bad happened, we’re gonna find you. I promise, baby, I love you and we’re gonna bring you home. Promise.”

At that point, she set the microphone down and began to cry, tears streaming down her face as she hurried off to an exit, the cameras following her for a few moments. Elora’s heart twisted in knots. Seeing her mom’s face brought her so much joy, yet knowing how worried she had to be made her feel sick with guilt.

But she promised. She promised she’d find her.

“That your mom?”

Elora stilled. He already knew the answer.

"She’s kinda pathetic. Could barely keep it together long enough to tell them about you.”

She went cold. “Stop,” she seethed. Her voice was eerily calm, given her anger.

"Or what?” he replied, twisting her hair up in his hand and giving it another tug.

Elora was silent. There was no or what. She knew that.

The reporter came back on the screen.

“Well, folks, that’s all we have on the case for tonight. Remember to be safe and vigilant. This has been Hannah Brown with News12.”

The man released her hair, picked up the remote, and turned off the T.V.

“Notice how they only talked about you, not me?”

Elora turned her head around. She was crying.

“What?”

He scoffed. “I said, notice how they only ran their mouths about you the whole time. Never said a word about me. You know what that means? They don’t know jack shit about me. They don’t know who you’re with or where you are. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but we’re in Connecticut. We crossed state lines twice. They’re never going to find you, you know that?

She tried to hide it, but he could see her expression falling with every word he said, hope beginning to seep out of her. She shook her head vigorously, her bottom lip trembling.

“N-no! No, they will, you’re just crazy! You’re just fucking crazy!”

A scowl formed on his lips. “No, they won’t.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but in a split second, his hand was gripping tightly around her throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes went wide.

“No one is coming to save you.”

Elora swallowed, fear bright in her eyes. She tried to rip herself away, but the man raked his fingers across the fresh brand on her collarbone, sending her to the ground, keeling in pain.

“We could’ve had a nice evening if you behaved. Listened,” he grumbled, standing and once again grabbing her hair tightly before dragging her off towards the bathroom.

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TIHM Ch.10 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 1,930

chapter 10

You grumbled on the table, your face plastered on it as you pushed your papers on the side. You were in the middle of accomplishing your genetics assignment when you felt exhausted all of a sudden.

It was already Friday, and you woke up at 8 to finish your pending school works before going to your class at 12. After your only class on Friday, you'll be running to your work at 4. Aunt Jinah scheduled your shifts at MTFS, 3 hours on Monday and Tuesday nights, and 5 hours on Friday and Saturday, afternoon to night. It was manageable, though a bit tiring. You just motivated yourself to be used to it.

You almost pushed yourself off of your seat when a mug of hot chocolate was placed beside your face. Your eyes quickly looked at the good samaritan, and softened at the sight of your distant best friend. You haven't heard her gossips and late night talks for the past few days. You wonder if she's still—

"I don't like this." Jiwon mumbled as she sat on the chair across yours. She looked back at you with solemn eyes. "You know I love you, right? I care for you."

"So do I, Jiwon-ah." You sighed, looking at the smoke the heat from the mug emits. "I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore—"

"Oh shut up. This is not where we end our friendship, Saejin!" Jiwon incredulously exclaimed, her eyes wide in displeasure. "We made it work alright these years, right? I'm not gonna leave you alone, either you like it or not!"

You let out a cry as you opened your arms for your best friend, immediately feeling warm because of her embrace. She hugged you tight as if she was getting all her energy from you. You pouted your lips in attempt of refraining yourself to sob louder.

"Even if those people continue to leave you in the dark, I won't. I'll be here, Saejin."

You smiled through your tears, nuzzling your head to Jiwon's shoulder. 

"I know you will be. I know."

—

"Oh really?! That's pretty embarrassing!" Hyoseop laughed out loud, slapping his thighs as he doubled over the couch. "I wouldn't want to see anyone after that!"

You just finished telling him how embarrassing your first date was, two months ago. You were too nervous to greet the guy that you pretended you weren't his date by looking away from his gaze, and spilling your coffee on your chest after. You tried looking casual as you wiped your wet chest, until your date finally approached your way. You couldn't handle the embarrassment and rushed out of the shop as soon as he opened his mouth.

"He was kind of cute, but then," You admitted as you chuckled. "probably wasn't the best time to meet me." Leaning comfortably against the cushion, you just found yourself relaxed with his presence.

"When will it be the best time to meet you then?"

Your head snapped back to him in surprise, but immediately pushing any malicious thoughts about what he said.

It's not like he's going to ask me out, right.

"Hmm," You hummed as you calmed yourself before answering. "maybe when I'm ready?"

"When will that happen?"

You started sweating bullets at his question, looking away from his penetrating gaze. 

"Uh, next year?" You stupidly said with a nervous laugh, just trying to get away from the question as fast as you can. You thought that Hyoseop will be laughing with you, but then he didn't. You slowly turned your head to him, uncertain of what was his reaction.

He just nodded with a small smile, eyes gentle as he looked at you.

"I'll be waiting then."

You swore that your heart stopped beating at that moment.

—

"So as I was saying, this new recruit in our squad just feels like she's so pretty that she treats anyone she thinks ugly like shit." Jiwon complained loudly as she walked beside you in the hallways. "Her name's Lisa by the way. Just so you know who the bitch is."

"Uhuh." You mumbled as she continued to drag you along with her. She wanted to walk you to your room, and you just let her do what she wants so she doesn't whine. 

"I think she's so gonna click with your bitch friends." Jiwon laughed crazily as she shook her head. "Haven't seen those girls for a while."

You almost cursed out loud as you saw them come out of the room. It sucks to see those devils most of the time. They just walked past you both, glaring as Jiwon raised her eyebrows at them.

"It's so scary how devils suddenly appear as you speak of them." She mumbled as she rolled her eyes. "They didn't try anything to you again, did they?"

You darted your eyes instantly on your right wrist, flipping it on the other side, so it would be hidden. Thankfully, Jiwon didn't see and continued on blabbering until you were both inside the room. She just sat beside you, waving at people she knew and they politely greeted back.

How two-faced these people are.

"They didn't, did they, Saejin-ah?" Jiwon asked once again with her serious face. You just smiled before shaking your head.

"No, they didn't."

You'll be avoiding those people from now on, anyway. 

It wouldn't matter.

As soon as the bell rang, you took your things and went out quietly. You didn't want to waste time and be caught up with any of Irene's shit again. You looked up at the round clock as you walked past the corner, 3:34 pm. You walked briskly, calculating how fast your walk should be to be able to catch bus—

"Oof!"

Of course you wouldn't be so lucky to be Baekhyun-free today.

His eyes widened as yours just turned into slits. You quickly picked up your bag and walked past him. He looked like he saw a ghost as he bumped into you. He seemed to be in a rush as well. 

We can just treat each other as strangers now.

"Saejin! Wait!"

You glanced around and noticed how some students looked at you in wonder. Probably thinking why is a Byun Baekhyun, the quarterback from the football team, running after you. You let out a frustrated sigh before turning to an empty hallway. 

"SAE—"

"I'm here, stop shouting." You grumbled as you leaned at the wall, tapping your foot impatiently. As soon as he entered the hallway, you looked at his back and confirmed that no one was looking anymore. "What? Wasn't I clear—"

Without consent, Baekhyun gently took your right hand, his hand carefully turning it to the side for a better look. As if he knew what he was looking for.

"What the hell—"

"Who did this? You didn't, did you? Was it them again?!" Baekhyun angrily questioned you, his once gentle eyes hardened in a second. His voice turned deeper and much lower than his chirpy and energetic tone. His touch was warm and light against your skin, contrasting his voice and eyes full of rage. "I'm gonna—"

"What? Kick them out again?" You voiced out the concern of those girls, gritting your teeth as you refuse to be affected by his kindness and worry. "Stop worrying—"

"Why can't I? When you're like this?" Baekhyun let out a humorless chuckle, eyes drifting towards your eyes. You couldn't find it in yourself to pull away from his grasp. It felt okay. You felt safe. "Who would want to leave you alone?"

Maybe because you're too weak, it gets kind of exhausting for people to care for you.

Maybe that's why they betray you. Maybe they couldn't handle your fragile heart.

Maybe you are the problem.

"Let me in, Saejin-ah."

You looked back into his eyes, seeing nothing but clear sincerity and care. You swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking, afraid your voice will break.

"Why would you want that, Baekhyun-ssi?" You whispered, lips slightly quivering under his gaze. "Why would you want to care so much?"

Baekhyun pursed his lips as he stared at you silently. You weren't expecting an answer to be honest. You just want to let out the questions bugging you from the start. Why would he, right? No one would be kind enough to approach you with pure intentions like those people around you. Everyone here knew about your past, about your scandal with a senior, who was allegedly drugged by you.

Unless Baekhyun didn't know about it.

Your eyes teared up as you looked away from him. Maybe he didn't know about it. That should explain his kindness. If he knew, he would be like everyone else.

Or maybe he likes you—

"I don't know how this happened." Baekhyun sighed as he caressed your injured hand, looking down at the neatly wrapped bandage on your wrist. "It's kinda your fault, you know."

"What?!" You almost hit him with your other hand, eyebrows twitching as your tears went back in your eye sockets. He was making you this riled up in a few sentences, huh.

"You wouldn't stop playing around in my head." Baekhyun chuckled as he looked at you through his lashes, a smile forming on his lips. Your lips parted in surprise at his confession. 

"W-What the hell are you saying?"

"I think I like you, Saejin-ah." He proudly admitted as he tugged on your hand gently towards him. Your eyes remained wide as he stared into them admiringly. "Damn, you just won't stop.  I was certain I'm going crazy already." 

As much as you want to push him away and shout some profanities you haven't said to anyone, you couldn't make yourself move away and speak bravely. It was like he sucked every piece of courage you had in yourself, turning the tables his way and to his advantage. He was messing with your brain and feelings BIG TIME.

WHO WAS HE KIDDING? HE LIKES ME? DOES HE THINK I'M THAT STUPID? HE WAS FREAKING MAKING OUT WITH DIFFERENT GIRLS LAST FEW DAYS! I COULDN'T EVEN COUNT THEM ALL! THIS FUCKING BASTARD!

"I can see that you're swearing at me with your eyes, baby." Baekhyun mumbled under his breath, chuckling as he saw your other hand forming into a fist. 

"Glad that you know." You jabbed his stomach with your elbow, earning a pained grunt. "I'm—"

Baekhyun still stared expectantly at you, slightly wincing at the pain on his abs. You looked away, stepping back to regain your space. You wouldn't want to be that close again with him, you'll probably faint.

"—accepting you as an acquaintance then."

His eyes lit up at your declaration until he realized that his love confession was ignored. He opened his mouth to ask when you shushed him. You looked at the clock near the corner and huffed.

"I'll forget what you just said earlier. I'm rushing for work. Bye." You said in one breath before running past him, not giving him the chance to say anything back. Baekhyun just let out a chuckle as he slowly looked at your back, eyes crinkling in delight.

"At least I'm an acquaintance, huh?" He mumbled at himself, glancing down at his hand that caressed yours. "Byun Baekhyun as your acquaintance. Hmp." He pitied himself for being acquaintance-zoned, shaking his head incredulously. "Step up your game, Byun!" He laughed before walking back to the main hallway with a smile on his face.

It's not that bad.

As long as you didn't say no.

—

♫ Ch.11

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Objection!: Chapter 24

Chapter title: The Dark I Know Well

A/n:  IM SO SORRY!! ITS BEEN TWO WEEKS!! Im really sorry!! Ok but heres this chapter and yALL ARE NOT READY FOR THE NEXT ONE OOP- In other news I love logicality, and Remile AND IM SORRY THIS CHAPTER SUCKS BUT ENJOY I HOPE

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words: 4297

summary: Patton gets back into court, but things don't turn out the way he had hoped

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene,  murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol 

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Patton was getting used to it, to waking up with something, someone around his arm. He was getting used to feeling safe, some nights were worse than others. Some nights he felt frozen as his demons engulfed him, Logan had to get used to that as well. Today was easier, Patton awoke in a seemingly empty bed. He rolls over but the covers, the warmth...it was his. He decides that at some point in this early morn he must awake. Mumbling nonsense he hoists himself out of the comfort, dragging his blanket with him.

The smell of coffee and fresh breakfast definitely drew the man in. He stumbles into the kitchen, his vision clearing as his eyes set upon a humming Logan moving around carefully, trying his hardest not to make noise. 

“What are...you doing?” He yawns, wrapping the blanket further around him. Logan turns setting down the final pieces, a delighted grin crosses his face. “Who are you and what have you done with Logan?” Patton jokes through a grumpy furrow.

“I have some news” Logan tries to contain himself, Patton approaches fumbling with Logans tie. The lawyer finds his smalle pouting face adorable as it adjusts to the morning light. Logan leans forward placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. 

“Mm” He hums sweetly “News?” He questions, still fiddling with the tie in his hands. Logan takes his hand, placing it under Patton's chin, a soft blush grows on the father's face. 

“Liams case” He starts, instantly Patton can feel the air shatter around him, Logan recognizes the drop in his face. “Love, its going through” He continues, Patton looks up, his eyes shining once more “It's going to trial”

“Ah!” Patton exclaims, a toothy smile spreads, one Logan adores so much. Logan laughs with him, picking him up as he spins him around. Realizing his giddy manner he sets him down, both coughing as they recover from their moment of adrenaline. “Its going through?” Pattons sobs, gentle tears tickle his cheek. Logan wipes them away with his soft thumb, kissing Patton over his face. Sweet kisses placed intricately over the smaller lawyers face. Adorable giggles as Patton steadies his ragged breathing. Logan embraces him, as Patton coils his arms around Logan's neck. Once they've pulled away Patton's mind fills quickly. Questions race, he struggles to structure them. “W-whos on the case?” 

“I am” Logan bites his lip, Patton awaits the unfortunate turn, the ugly truth “As the prosecutor” A breath of relief from both. And yet another tender moment as they clutch so desperately to one another. 

“Children” Patton identifies pulling away, shaking off his feelings he turns with a giant smile, instantly scooping up his twins excited as they jump into his arms. “Good morning my little humbugs!” He greets, a special kiss on the head for each. Logan watches from the outskirts, feeling as though such moments he would earn as time went on. Remus spots the idle figure, an ecstatic giggle emerges.

“Dada is here again!” He blurts through his delusional exhaustion. Pattons eyes shoot open, he takes a soft but deep breath. Logan suppresses a chuckle but welcomes the young boy with open arms, gently stroking his hair to organize the mess. A quick hug before Remus mimics his father as he fumbles with Logans tie. Clearly conducting an investigation of his own, through...odd means. Chewing, stretching and placing strategically on his head, alas the boy concludes nothing. “Dada?” Remus looks to Patton, the lawyer nods “I'm gonna call you papa now” He informs

“Ok” Patton laughs, looking grateful to the ever calm Logan. Patton really needn't worry, Logan finds himself quite comfortable in this situation, almost looking forward to it. “So then what's Val gonna call me?” He amuses

“Imma call you papa! We are going to share so that mister Logan doesn't feel left out” She explains, it becomes harder not to cry for Patton. It feels unreal, this, here and now...surely a dream. “Nom nom!” She squeals, Patton agrees setting her down on the couch. Logan follows suit, ruffling their hair as he walks away. The lawyers meet in the kitchen, soft whispers as the children throw their hands in the air for communication. 

“Lo?” Patton checks, a supportive rub on Logans arm as they lean on the counter. Logan rolls his playful eyes. 

“You do not have to continue to check in” Logan states, Patton lifts innocent eyebrows. “I'm alright, yes it may get harder however right now I am okay. I will inform you otherwise” He assures, Pattons small smile understanding, he leans his head on Logans shoulder. The taller of the pair places a kiss on his forehead, sighing as they watch the twins, oblivious to the world around them. A moment frozen in time, a picture they longed to frame to enjoy when things swirled darker. “Your phone” Logan notes

“Mmhm” Patton yawns, pulling out his device. Fearing the unknown, relieved by the identified caller. “Heya Leo!” He greets with a smile, Logan keeps a steady hand, fiddling with Patton's fingers. “What?” He gapes, coughing back his thoughts, Logan becomes alert “They simple...but '' He listens, the voice of Leo rushes through his words on the other end. “No vote? No campaign?” Patton manages 

“Patton?” Logan whispers in curiosity, Patton takes his hand squeezing only slightly. A terrified excitement passes his face. 

“Yes of course I understand” He goes through, Logan awaits his own intrigue bubbling. A giddy Patton struggles to control his smiles and cheers. “I can do Thursday, three o’clock? Perfect” He promises, marking it down quickly on a notepad that lay idle on the counter. “No Leo I'm… I have so many questions.” He chuckles through his nervousness. “He recommended me? He's just stepping down?” Logan furrows his brows, annoyed with the anticipation. “Yes of course, Thank you so much Leo” He nods on the final notes, now feeling tears well under his glasses, the brim catching them before they fall. He hangs up the phone, a shuddered breath.

“Love?” Logan eyes him, feeling a pit in his stomach form.  

“I'm going to be a city counselor” Patton grins

~~~

“But hes okay?” Patton asks, his hands growing sweaty. James nods, yawning through and through.

“Yeah, I stayed up with him and eventually lured him back to bed” James describes “I think he's getting worse” He sighs, rubbing his forehead. Patton ignores the plethora of texts and phone calls buzzing, knowing the unknown caller means nothing but trouble. “We made an appointment for the doctor this afternoon, I just want him to be ok” James admits

“I know, we all do” Patton thinks back to the restless nights when Roman would stay with him, flinching as he remembered the tight hold he had over the petrified man. “The doctors is a good idea, you're doing everything you can” Patton assures, a grateful smile from James and they continue walking. Spotting the antsy detective instantly, Patton stops the pair. “Just a quick warning, above all else Virgil cares alot about R- his friends-” He corrects, a lifted eyebrow from James. “Don't take it personally, he's just worried”

“Patton!” Virgil calls out, reaching them, Patton takes his shoulder quickly. “Is he ok? What happened? What did you do!?” He turns on James and fast, his temper overtaking. 

“Hey” Patton begins gently, a soothing rub on the man's arm “He didn't do anything but help” Patton promises, feeling as though a mediator. “We went through this Virge, remember? Ro’s going to be going through some stuff” Virgil keeps a dead glare on James, the judge keeps his head high in retort. 

“He was fine, he's been fine...until you” The detective seethes. James scoff, offended by the accusation. Patton keeps them apart, less than excited for the violent turn this may take. “You did this! You did something” Virgil argues

“Okay no” James replies, Patton sighs knowing this won't take a turn for the better. He feels his stomach churn, a dazed sweat on his forehead forming. Listening as the muffled voices of the pair argue, it must be a reflex he deciphers, feeling sudden arms wrap around him so gently. Expecting more panic instead Patton finds comfort as Logan embraces him from behind, kissing his cheek sweetly. His arms placed ever so carefully on Patton's stomach, meeting the lawyers hands. 

“Hi” He whispers as Virgil and James continue. Patton melts into it, feeling this unusual sentiment from Logan so sweet. Though he does wonder what might have slipped into the man's coffee for such affection. 

“Hi” He replies softly, spinning so he faces his partner. Logans excitement is obvious as a smirk is placed on his face. “What's gotten into you?” Patton chuckles. A quick turn in Logan's expression, concern. “What is it dearest?”

“I should have-” He straightens himself, adjusting his glasses with a clearing of his throat. “I shouldn't have snuck up on you, I apologize” Patton lets out a soft exhale, a goofy smile. He hadn't noticed, but it had not set anything off in him. In Fact that small moment of surprise felt nice. He moves his arms down, interlacing his fingers with logans. 

“I appreciate that but I'm okay” He assures, tuning out the consistent arguing. “Lord almighty will the both of you stop” He begs, Virgil and James turn to him both realizing Logans presence. 

“Oh hey Lo” Virgil greets, his tone shifting calmer. Patton rolls his eyes looking between the pair. “When did you get here?” He asks, an innocence to the flutter of his eyes. Neither lawyers amused. 

“Whats the disagreement about?” Logan inquires, adjusting so he stands next to Patton, their fingers interlaced in sweet secrecy. Patton fixes his glasses, as he waits for yet another explosion from either of them. 

“James here has no regard for Romans health” Virgil spits, a pressed smile as he bats his eyes towards the judge. James stomps an angry foot, feeling trapped in his words. “See?” 

“Thats not true” James begins, his voice kept low and steady. “I care a great deal for Roman and have taken the measures I can to help him” James explains, Logan admires his honesty and his level head. Knowing how Virgil's anger and sarcasm can rile a person. “Virgil I understand your upset, I also know your history with Roman and how much you care about him. But I promise, I am doing everything I can to help him” James softens, the detectives' defenses fall as his shoulders hunch. The sweet concern sparking a familiarity in him. 

“Whatever” Virgil decides after a moment, keeping his reservations about the judge. He gives the lawyers one more look before taking his leave. His mind carefully flooding with thoughts, wishing to see Romans arrogant smile, galavant down the halls, bellowing with laughter. Feeling alone, by his own hand. 

“He does not like me” James states, timid laughter from the group. The people around them combine into one busy noise, each with a duty to fulfill. “Speaking of Roman, I'm going to go check on him” James figures “Ill see you in court mister Hart” With a nod of agreement from Patton, James follows suit and disappears into the marbled halls of the courthouse. 

“Excited for court?” Logan lifts Patton's hand, linking their arms instead as they begin walking. A soft chuckle from Patton, prompting his own cluttered thoughts to begin.

“I suppose, Diana is a worthy opponent so far, but it feels like the entire case is stacked against me” He admits, flashing a quick smile to Lia as she leads some children to the daycare. “James is nice enough and I have nothing against him…” Something chews at the tip of Patton's tongue, Logan can tell there is more. There's always more. 

“What?” He turns them into his office, closing the door behind him. They take their rightful seats, at least something stays the same. 

“Nothing it's silly” He waves away the doubt, wanting to move on quickly. Logan deems this occurrence small, nothing needed to push. 

“My mothers are coming to visit” Logan recalls an earlier conversation. Patton beams instantly, his teeth almost blinding with their joy. “I believe that would be an optimal time to inform them of our current relationship, and introduce them formally to the twins” Logan suggests, Patton purses his giggles.

“Yes of course” He jokes, the room stings still with this small moment of comfort. 

~~~

“Objection if you claim that your defendants being framed!” Diana cries, the court on the edge of their seats as both lawyers tense in determination. 

“Then all the same I ask you where's the proof?” Patton retorts “Every piece of evidence has been circumstantial or proven invalid!” Patton flips through the evidence slides, only proving his words “My client-”

“Lacks a solid alibi!” Diana claims, Patton scoffs, pulling out yet another file. 

“Read it and weep” Patton places it on her desk “Every night of every murder accounted for. George couldn't be more innocent if we tried” Patton dusts himself, glancing towards the audience spotting a prideful Logan in his seat. 

“Order! Order in the court” James bangs his gavel, every breath silent. “Enough, this is not a playhouse. You will treat my court with respect and follow the rules” He declares, an uneasy glare shared between the lawyers. “Now mister Hart I wont tolerate this behavior, miss Bernard please continue your questioning” 

“Your honor-” Patton begins, but the subtle look from James prompts his quick seating. He glance shameful back at Logan, the lawyers stern glare at the judge unmatched. He tried to analyze the man, find his quirks, why was he doing this? The light buzz in his pockets sets Patton off. He raises his hand calmly, alas his foot taps incessantly. James finds the noise an annoyance, turning to Patton.

“Yes mister Hart?” 

“I have a call, I need to take it” He doesn't ask, he is past that point with James. After a quick furrow of the eyebrow, James waves him into the hall. Logan eyes him but stays planted. “Mister Hart” He sighs, feeling exhaustion take over. 

“Yes I do indeed know this” Pattons heart sinks, the toxic feeling spreads. The voice snickers, a quick chill runs through the mans spine. “Any day now” It threatens, Patton sinks his nails deep into his palm, his forehead drowning. “Seriously, I would say your goodbyes now…”

“Leave me alone” He whispers viciously, begging as he keeps himself calm. 

“Nice try” It replies “I'm dying to meet you” It jokes “Soon, but for now...farewell” As the line goes dead, Patton shudders a breath. He shakes away his thoughts returning into the room, Logan stands and is seemingly arguing with James.

“That's unjust your honor” He argues, Patton gives him a glance but the lawyers frustration has taken over. “Shes badgering the witness!” Logan claims, James shares a look with Diana before he turns back to Logan.

“First of all overruled, second if you continue this behaviour I will have my bailiff remove you from my court” James states, adjusting his position as he leans back cavalier. “Mister Hart, please return to your seat” Patton did so, a grateful lock between the lawyers as he passed. Alas Logan was right, Diana was good but she had a temper and it would be fine if James didn't allow her to continue. Patton found himself discouraged yet again, this case was going to kill him. 

~~~

“Behave! Please” Emile begs as the children race past him, bouncing as they land on his couch. Remy chuckles following them into the doctor's office, shutting the door. Quieting the busy precinct outside. He cradles Thomas, humming as he sways softly, Emile watches with the gentlest of smiles. Remus grows ansty and begins jumping in place, causing fits of laughter from Valerie and Damian. Soon enough its as loud in there as the outside.

“Hey” Remy starts, he places Thomas into Emiles arms before scooping Remus up in his own. “Why don't you three find something calming to do?” He asks, Remus giggles as he crawls onto the detectives shoulders. Remy adjusts so he can secure the rowdy child.  Remus fiddles with Remy's hair, trying to braid the messy fluff. 

“May I say hi to Thomas?” Damian asks, tugging ever so sweetly on Remy's pants. Emile stifles a delighted swoon before nodding. Damian returns to the couch, his hands sit in his lap, small taps as he waits for Emile to situate himself. The doctor hands him Thomas, wrapping his arms so he can help Damian. Remy plays with the twins, laughing wildly as they dance around the room. For a moment Remy and Emile meet each others eyes across the room, a shared sparkle of affection, surrounded by this outpour of love and joy. 

After what seems like hours the kids find themself exhausted once more, each cuddled together on the couch with one of Emiles blankets sprawled across them for comfort. Remy and Emile sit by the desk, huddled over a now sleeping Thomas.

“Wanna count his toes and fingers again?” Emile whispers, leaning his tired head on Remy's shoulder. Remy places a gentle kiss on his forehead before sinking into the touch. 

“I think he still has twelve of each” He teases “Let him rest” Emile chuckles softly, a yawn emerging. “Em?” Remy asks, the doctor nods.

“Hmm?” He hums, stroking Thomas’s head ever so delicately.

“I love you” Remy finds Emiles hand, interlacing their fingers. A lazy gasp from Emile as he sits up to look his partner in his eyes. 

“Crazy!” he delights “Cause I love you too” He assures, leaning in for a kiss. Thomas coughs, almost missed in his low tone, but his eyes flutter open. A sense of safety as they land on his parents. Thomas finds Emiles finger and squeezes with all his force, though not much, Emile struggles to hold back his tears. Remy tickles the baby, the lightest of laughs as Thomas feels tired once more. Safe and secure in couples arms he returns once more to the land of dreams, Emile and Remy smile at each other. A family, their family. 

Patton was absolutely right

Love does make a family

Nothing else had to matter, some people might not understand that. Why should blood and genetics define the undefinable. Remy and Emile loved each other and they loved Thomas, that was a family. Patton loved his kids and Logan, that was a family. Virgil loved Damian, that was a family. Love was the secret ingredient, whether biological or adopted, maybe a group of friends, a family is what you make of it.  

And Remy and Emile had made theirs

~~~

“Objectively that is not the best book ever” Logan drones on, Patton walks alongside him listening intently, while Virgil simply groans. “Ah I see im boring you, I will refrain from this topic any further” He decides, a thankful squeak from the detective, Patton chuckles mindlessly, his tired eyes drifting away. 

Logan however wasn't sure why luck had deemed it so but as Gloria walked towards him, he was sure no gods were watching over him. And as her hand flew across his face, he wondered...at what point did that same bejeweled hand fly across Patton's unsuspecting, innocent, face?

“Logan!” Patton cries, moving rapidly towards him, taking his side by the lawyer. “Are you ok?” He questions in a gentle whisper. 

“Im fine” He promises, his instinct to get Patton as far away from the woman. But alas the father's sweet concern turns to fiery anger.

“What is wrong with you?!” He forces, Glorias smirk falls away. “Are you insane?” He accuses, Logan keeps a steady hand on his partner. Patton takes a breath shaking his attention away from his mother. “Come on” He takes Logans hand, walking away followed by an angry detective. 

“Patton, love im ok” Logan assures as his partner examines his face. Virgil watches, a subtle happiness for his friends. 

“Oo nicknames that's adorable!” Roman muses, giddy as he struts into the room. Virgil squeezes his arm, stopping his thoughts. Logan swats sweetly at Pattons hands, taking them so they stop analyzing the slapped area. “Wait what happened?” 

“Shh not now” Patton whispers as two children race towards him, jumping into both his and Logan's arms. Remus instantly begins talking Patton's ears off, Valerie simply snuggles into Logan. “Hi humbugs” Patton greets, Logan though wishing to stay gives Patton a knowing glance. “Val come here love” The handoff is simple, a quick kiss to Pattons cheek and Logan accompanied by Roman makes his way out. After a quick farewell Virgil leaves as well, Remy following him.

“They were great” Emile adds as the fours of them head to the office to clean up and get ready. Patton awes as Remus somehow crawls his way into Emiles arms. “Well hello mister”

“Mister pickle!” Remus exclaims, kissing his hands as he places them on Emile's face. They continue, laughing as they recollect the day. “And then we made art! And I got to play with baby Thomas! And he's my other best friend!” Remus smiles, grinning a bit too wide, Patton chuckles but soon that falls away and his heart tightens. 

“Liam” He sighs, thinking his fear of the man would have disappeared by now. Emile grasps his hold on Remus, a more secure protection on the boy. “Why are you here?” He asks for what seems the desperate millionth time. 

“I wanted to see my kids, and I heard you were moving on...couldn't let that happen” He smiles, a soft lip twitch that Patton had fallen for so many times. Emile brings him back with a gentle touch. “Emile” Liam recognizes

“I have Remy on speedial” Emile threatens, his eyes dead as he watches the only person he would ever dare utter the word hate about. Patton could feel his throat sink as it dried up of all his words, he wanted to run anywhere and yet he couldnt. His feet refused to move, to take a step beyond. “You should go” Emile suggests. Patton nods, not looking him in the depths of his cold eyes.

“Cupcake”

“Liam please stop” Patton pleads as Liam refuses to listen. He whimpers slightly but breathes through his fear. The kisses feel rough, Patton wonders if this is what its supposed to feel like, the force pushing him onto the couch. He tries to slightly move, but feeling his body stiff and pinned. “Liam please, im exhausted” He didnt want to tonight, he didnt have the energy to amuse this sickening feeling. 

“Come on cupcake, you love it” Liam places the lie in his ear, backing away for a breath. Liam starts to unbutton his shirt, Patton looks up remembering Logans words. ‘Look up to the sky, past the ceiling and there in the stars is me. You've got this. Breathe’

“Breathe” Patton smiles, he looks to Liam biting his lower lip. “Goodbye Liam” He strides right past, followed by a prideful Emile who cant contain his giggle. “Shush Emile” He teases, his own blush spreading. 

“I didn't say a word but…” Emile purses his lips, linking his free arm with Pattons. “Nicely done, im proud of you peaches” The nickname stumbles out, nostalgia hits the pair, the friendship of the fathers re-sparking. “Come on, I'm sure Logan wants to see you and I want to see my precious angel”  Emile coos, imagining the small face of his baby, blowing the tiniest of bubbles. Patton catches his dazed eyes, and laughs sweetly.

“I know that look” He remembers, the shame and despair all washed away when he first held the twins. “Im reall-”

Bang

Patton wasn't sure if he heard it right but Emile knew what a gunshot sounded like. He also knew how close that was. He grabs Patton, once more making sure Remus is safe in his arms, he races them into a nearby office. Dropping them to the ground almost instantly. 

“Pa-” Emile begins, but Patton hushes him. He clutches him close, also making sure he can feel Remus’s soft hair under his fingers. He knows the feeling of pure fear, he knows how to save face under absolute anxiousness. How and why images of Liam flashed through his head was a different question.

“We have to move” Patton advises, hoping the deafening silence meant an opening. Emile nods, he covers Remus as does Patton with Valerie. They move quickly, a gasp as yet another sound rings out. 

Bang 

“Guys! In here” They recognize the voice, Willow ushers them in her own face streaked with tears. They follow her in, too much adrenaline runs in them for the terrified feeling to sink in. But as soon as the door shuts closed in an isolated corner, Emile drops heaving to the ground. He cries, trying to stifle it for the sake of his confused and scared children but something is in him, triggering whatever sobs fall out of him. 

“Emile I need you to breathe” Patton begs, Diana emerges as she cradles Valerie. Emile shakes his head, apologetic. Another sound shakes their ground, another ear piercing scream. When had Patton become so numb to this? “We have to keep moving” Patton says, supporting Emile and allowing Willow to carry Remus they move once more. Watching familiar faces escape, alas only so many can. Somehow they find themself stuck inside, nowhere to go and so few places to hide.

But yet, they were not alone.

Only their luck would deem it so. 

His stupid petty fear was going to get them caught, his silly cries as he banged on the door.

Dammit Liam...why couldn't you have left?

[desiringparadise]

Hi, I know this gonna sound weird but I'm here thanks to A03, I read "It's A Terrible Love And I'm Walking With Spiders" again (idk why), Let me tell you something: It's fantastic. But I realized that you haven't update for four or five years, well I'm not gonna ask you to do it, that's in you, but I'd like to ask something, could you tell me what was the plan with tha fic, and how will it end, just a summary because I'm dying in my curiosity, well only few words left, so thanks and be careful

Omgggg thank you!!! It isn’t weird at all, I sometimes re-read old unfinished fics too because they stuck with me for some odd reason. I was at a bad mental space when I wrote this story and I feel like my issues manifested in the atmosphere of the story. Maybe readers can relate to some of it?

As to how the story was supposed to end. I didn’t remember and I actually had to look through my old notebook lol. I actually found the unfinished fifth chapter in my folders, so I’ll post it here.

Keep in mind that I wrote this in November 2016 and I never finished editing it. I didn’t post it because I was unsatisfied with the result. I’d rate it T/M.

Chapter 5

Miserable, Stiles focused on the silhouette of naked feet, his eyes never straying any higher. Luckily, the shower glass was milky, so even if he couldn’t have resisted satisfying his own curiosity, he wouldn’t actually have seen much.

After the Sheriff had left, Theo had asked to take a shower. Stiles had let him under the condition that the door would remain open and Theo under Stiles’ scrutiny. Under no circumstances would he have let the other boy roam around in his house without checking what he was up to. There were meds in the cupboard, something he wouldn’t risk leaving him alone with.

Unsurprisingly, Theo hadn’t objected. “Be my guest,” he’d said instead, an extra smarmy grin on his face.

That’s why Stiles was sitting against the wall, knees drawn to his chest while trying not to fall asleep. The sound of water spraying had become lulling white noise, making it hard to keep his eyes open. Maybe he should take some Adderall to shake off the drowsiness. It wasn’t like he would get any sleep tonight anyway. Not while knowing that Theo Raeken was under the same roof as him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the spray of water stopped, the shower door opened, and Theo stepped out without an ounce of hesitation. You’d think he’d at least pretend to be a little embarrassed about showing his naked body.

Not that Theo should be ashamed, Stiles realized. He had known before that the other boy was built, but the naked view of him - well, he couldn’t lie, it was a sight to behold. Perfect, unreal. The shoulders, the arms, the chest – everything about him was broad without being too bulky. His flawless skin only added to the look of a retouched Men’s Health cover shoot. Stiles felt entranced to follow his abs, down to the wonderfully defined V of his hips, before stopping himself. Yeah, he had just seen Theo’s dick, it had been kinda inevitable, but there was no reason to scrutinize it any further. None.

Quickly, he moved his gaze up to look at Theo’s face instead, the usual smirk somehow looking even more smarmy than usual.

“Like what you see?”

The question was so cliché, just like this whole goddamn scenario, that Stiles felt the desperate need to break the spell.

“I prefer chest hair.”

For the first time since Theo had arrived in Beacon Hills, he was dumbfounded. It left Stiles feeling satisfied, before his face froze, his heartbeat quickening. Did he just seriously tell Theo that he was interested in men? He resisted the urge to smack his palm against his face.

Theo did the unexpected and actually came up with an answer.

“I could let it grow, if you wanted me to.”

Stiles squinted. “What the hell would you do that for?”

Theo shrugged his broad shoulder, still unperturbed by his own nudity. “Just trying to win you over, that’s all.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, finally rising up and to look at Theo’s face and ignore everything that was going on below. “Well, your lack of chest hair wasn’t the deciding factor that kept me on the other side. Why don’t you put on a towel?”

“Don’t have one,” Theo answered with an innocent smile.

Stiles sighed and motioned for the other boy to follow as he walked to his room. When he opened the door, he felt uncomfortable letting a naked Theo into his personal space. Hurriedly, he drew the curtains and searched for a large towel in the cupboard. When he found one, he threw it over to Theo without sparing him another look.

“Can you borrow me some clothes?”

Stiles was inclined to say no, let Theo sleep in his uncomfortable jeans instead. There was something strange about giving Theo his clothes to wear. But he wasn’t sure when his father would return from the station. When the man arrived, he would go through the living room and see Theo who’d be sleeping on the coach.

He sighed and searched his closet for something that’d fit. Theo wasn’t taller, but much broader than him. (Un)fortunately, Stiles usually wore clothes that were a few sizes too big anyway. He found some sweats. He was painfully reminded that Theo wouldn’t be wearing underwear underneath. No way he’d be wearing those pants before washing them at least five times.

“Long or short sleeves?”

“Don’t need a shirt.”

Stiles frowned, pulling his too long sleeves even further down. “It’s freezing.”

Theo grinned. “I’m running hot. Want to see it for yourself?”

Stiles rolled his eyes and walked past him. “Whatever, I’ll be fixing you the coach.”

Theo followed him in an easy stride. He didn’t even seem a little uncomfortable to casually stroll through a stranger’s home without a shirt on. Completely relaxed, he sunk into the coach and watched Stiles as he spread clean sheets over the sofa.

“Do your parents know you’re staying over?” Stiles couldn’t even remember the Raekens’ faces anymore.

“Sent them a text.”

Stiles nodded, too tired to investigate any further.

.

Except he was unable to fall asleep. For about roughly an hour he had been tossing and turning, his anxiety back at it again although he had forewent his Adderall. Then, for a couple of minutes, he stayed still, not moving a muscle while waiting to hear any sounds come from downstairs.

But there was only silence.

About half an hour ago, his eyes started tearing up from exhaustion. It was annoying. He wasn’t really crying, but the stream of tears didn’t stop. Now his eyes were swollen and aching.

He was unable to come to rest. He took a deep breath. Maybe if he’d open the door and take a proper listen, he’d finally relax. Feeling ridiculous, left the warmth of his bed and softly padded towards his door. But he was only met with frustratingly familiar silence.

He sighed and returned to bed when- Wait, was that a sound? He froze and listened, eyes wide open as if waiting for an assault. Looking down, he noticed that he had stepped on a creaking floor board. The noise could have come from him. But what if it hadn’t?

He shook his head. He was being paranoid, utterly ridiculous… Yet, what if there had been something? He took a deep breath and held it, wanting his heart beat to slow. Okay, he’d go outside again, just this once, and take a look around house, and most importantly, check whether Theo was doing something sketchy.

He left his room, slowly descending the stairs. From here, Theo’s form was still, he seemed to be sleeping. Just to be sure, he told himself as he gradually closed the distance between them. He stopped just before the sofa and leaned down to inspect his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm. Everything about him indicated to be asleep.

But the ugly voice of his paranoia ordered him to look more closely, check whether Theo wasn’t faking it.

Suddenly Theo’s eyes were wide open, an unnatural light shining in them. Stiles startled. He stumbled backwards, his feet hit agianst the coffee table, and he fell on his ass.

“Stiles?” Theo blinked, the strange light in his eyes gone. Had he imagined it? He must have, there was no other explanation for it. He was going crazy. “Why are you up? Did something happen?” His voice was groggy from asleep, but otherwise he seemed alert.

Stiles felt ridiculous. His thought process hadn’t made any sense to begin with, spoken out loud, they’d sound like he’d lost his mind. This paranoia, it wasn’t normal. He liked to tell himself that it was the Adderall, the ADHD, but when he was honest with himself, he knew it was him. He was fucking crazy. No wonder he didn’t have any friends, no wonder Erica had ditched him the first chance she got. He wouldn’t be his own friend either. There was nothing to gain from this cynical, insecure, anxious mess that he was.

His uneven breath catch in his throat, the last drop for his straying nerves. His mind collapsed in itself and he pathetically started to cry.

If Theo hadn’t been awake then, he probably was now. He stumbled out of the sheets and approached Stiles, putting both hands on his shoulders. His eyes were wide with concern. “Hey- hey, Stiles, come on. What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”

Stiles shook his head, his chest heaving with sobs. He was such a goddamn mess. The more he wanted to force himself to calm down, the more he worked himself up. The rational part of his mind told him that this wouldn’t pass until he calmed down. But he was too upset and Theo’s presence made everything worse. He wanted to crawl into a hole and wait till the panic was over.

But he knew that wasn’t possible. “I can’t sleep,” he managed to ground out between the ugly sniffing and sobbing.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Stiles snorted, as if Theo’s suggestion had been completely ridiculous. Actually, it wasn’t that far off the truth though. He had nightmares, more often so recently. To some of them he woke up silently, heavily breathing, the panic constrained in his chest, but without a sound. Sometimes he screamed. But only his father knew that.

“No. I just – I can’t sleep with you here, not knowing what you’re doing.”

He expected Theo to be confused, demand an explanation, maybe even laugh. Instead he said, “I could go.”

“What?” He shook his head. “No.” How would he explain that to his father? He wouldn’t be able to stand another discussion with him about seeing a professional about his problems. Yes, he had problems, he knew that – but none some shrink could help him with. The only thing he had going for him was that he wasn’t labeled crazy by the public yet. “You’re staying,” he said with finality.

For a while, there was silence. Theo must be put off by Stiles acting like a freaking lunatic. Any normal person would’ve left by now. Hell, he would’ve ran out the house if the roles were reversed. Instead Theo asked, “Do you have any handcuffs?”

For a few seconds, Stiles didn’t say a word. But when he had finally gathered himself- “What the fuck?”

“Real ones,” the other boy recuperated nonchalantly.

“Why in the hell would you-“

“Because, obviously, I’m kinky, if you haven’t guessed it by now,” Theo answered rolling his eyes. Stiles wasn’t sure whether that had been a joke. “”You wanna sleep or what? Go get me some handcuffs.”

Normally, he wouldn’t have obeyed simply on principle, but he was curious where this would go. And as he rummaged through the drawer, where he knew his father kept a spare pair of handcuffs, he realized that the suffocating panic in his chest was gone.

“Now I’ll go outside and you hide the keys somewhere,” Theo ordered. Stiles wanted to question him, but before he could, Theo had already left the house, still shirtless in the cold night. Not knowing what else to do, Stiles went up to his room and hid the little key in his pill bottle.

When he opened the door for Theo to enter, he didn’t seem affected by the freezing weather. There weren’t even any goosebumps on his skin.

“All done?” Theo asked, the blue-green eyes open and honest. Stiles nodded.

Unceremoniously, Theo cuffed his own wrists together.

Stiles stared. “Okay… What is this about?”

The boy shook his wrist, the metal of the cuffs making clinking sounds. “See? I won’t be able to do much without you hearing. No need to worry about what I’m doing. So are we taking the bed or the couch?”

Stiles should be horrified, but frankly, the plan made sense. It could actually work. And really? It was some crazy shit that he would’ve come up with. The sort of solution that people would raise their brows at but that would actually work. “How do I know you won’t do anything to me while I sleep?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Stiles, no offense, but if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have to wait until you’re asleep. You’re not exactly what I’d call a physical challenge.”

Fair enough...

“There is no way we’d fit on the couch.”

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Stiles had ordered Theo to lay on the side of the bed that faced the wall so that there would be no chance of leaving the bed without alerting Stiles. Theo was happy to lie on his side and watch the other boy’s peaceful face. For once, his breathing was even, but he was still twitching and moving in his sleep, restless, even in his most relaxed moments.

When they had first lain down, Theo had feigned sleep. He knew that Stiles wouldn’t have been able to calm down if Theo had openly watched him. Now though, he stare at him to his heart’s content. He’d watched Stiles without his knowledge before. There were some perfect angles from the outside from which you could see Stiles rummaging in the kitchen. Sometimes he forgot to draw the curtains and Theo could catch glimpses of his sleeping form.

But in never had been like this. Stiles, only an arm’s length away, the ever-present scent of anxiousness enveloping him.

He mumbled something in his sleep, tossed and turned and eventually scooted closer to Theo. It probably was due to Stiles’ weird sleeping positions and the unconscious urge to scoot towards warmth, but nonetheless, Thep was elated when the boy’s head almost touched his chest. He could feel his breath on his naked skin.

Theo wondered whether he could get away with stroking his hair, just running his fingers through the dark hair for once, but he refrained. He still was desperately trying to get Stiles to trust him.

At first glance, Stiles seemed like easy prey. He was isolated and defenseless. He should’ve soaked up all of Theo’s affections and begged for more. But Theo had underestimated him vastly. Stiles wasn’t playing hard to get, he simply was too smart to fall for something as simple as charm.

It only made Theo want him even more. Stiles would be the perfect person to stand by his side. Clever, loyal, and absolutely ruthless.

But he had to get Stiles to trust him first. The boy couldn’t see it yet, but once all circumstances molded to Theo’s wishes, Stiles would find himself in a much happier place. Theo just had to give him a nudge into the right direction and make him realize how much of a glorious team they could be under Theo’s rule.

His father was the only important person in Stile’s life. Eventually, Theo would insert himself as a part of his life. Stiles was his centre already, now he had to make himself Stiles’ centre.

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This is were this document ended. I think I planned to end this chapter at this point. I hadn’t planned the future chapters in every detail, but here’s how I planned for the story to roughly go:

Stiles and Theo were supposed to get closer, Theo eventually gaining Stiles’ trust and helping him over his issues with anxiety. They’d slowly become friends, but their relationship would always have a sexual undertone because it’d always been clear that Theo wanted to be more than friends. The sexual tension would escalate and they’d hook up and become an official item.

They would share a toxic dynamic. While Theo is devoted to Stiles, he’s also extremely controlling and possessive. He would watch Stiles, trying to keep constant tabs on what he was doing, going through his phone, getting pissed when Stiles was acting friendly with anyone. They would have big fights over this in which Theo would tell Stiles that he cares too much for him to just let him be.

While Stiles would know that this is an extremely unhealthy relationship that can’t end well, some part of him (the part that had been ignored by the people around him for all his life and was starving for a semblance of affection) loved that he was this important to Theo. And while his relationship was anything but normal, he liked that he got to experience something as normal as having a boyfriend, something he’d never envisioned before.

So they’d have fights, Theo would apologize with some grand gesture, and Stiles wouldn’t be able to stay mad (because some part of him wasn’t actually mad at all). This pattern would repeat itself.

Meanwhile, Scott and his friends would try to make Stiles see reason. By now, they would’ve noticed Theo’s and Stiles’ dynamic because of how explosive Theo can get in public once his jealousy is triggered. Stiles, however, can’t stand Scott and his friends to begin with. He thinks that nobody but his father and Theo, in his own twisted way, cares about him and that they’re only trying to provoke Theo through Stiles.

I don’t think the whole Dread-Doctors thing had been all the way revealed when I was plotting this, so they wouldn’t have been included in this story. But eventually, some danger would befall Beacon Hills again. Amidst everything, everyone’s supernatural identity would be revealed to Stiles. He’d feel vindicated to have his suspicions finally confirmed. He and Theo would work together on overcoming whatever enemy they’d be facing off against. 

At some point during all of this, Theo’s behaviour would escalate and would cause something disastrous to happen. Someone would be killed. Stiles can finally no longer ignore Theo’s issues as he fights his desire to stay with Theo against his morals. He’d tell Theo that they needed a break.

Theo would beg him not to break it off, promise to change, and confess his love. Though Stiles would know that Theo wouldn’t really change because of the numerous times he’s promised before, he’d be too moved by Theo’s confession to resist. Eventually, he’d decide be selfish and put his own wants before the needs of others. He’d decide that he’d rather have his toxic, obsessive, passionate relationship with Theo, than to return to the bleak void that he was in before Theo entered his life.

Eventually, they’d graduate and move away to live in some big city like L.A. or NYC. 

The End.

[smileyoongle]

Idol BTS! Reaction To You Having A Terminal Illness

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Kim Seokjin:

You sat on a bench by the river, crying your heart out as your trembling hands held on to the medical report. Life is unfair and unpredictable. It is never long enough for those who need it. Just like you needed more time with Jin, the love of your life. So when you found out that you have only about 6 months to do whatever you want before your lungs give up, you left the new year celebrations going on at your house. You didn't want Jin to start his new year with such a terrible news. In fact, you weren't sure if you ever wanted him to know. It was too less. The time you had wasn't enough, it was never going to be. You still had to build your life and settle down, but then again, life is unfair. Tears falling from your eyes didn't stop, no matter how much you wiped them off and controlled yourself. Letting out a scream of frustration, you gave up and sobbed louder. Your sorrow consumed you so much that you didn't notice a car coming to a halt and Jin coming to stand behind you. Your cries broke his heart. He was furious at whatever reason you were crying. Seeing the paper in your hand, he squinted to try and figure out what it was. On seeing the name of a hospital, he snatched the paper from your hand. You flinched and turned around, eyes widening on seeing Jin. You watched his breath hitch and expression still. Slowly he looked at you with an unreadable expression. "Tell me this is a joke, Y/N." He whispered, voice cracking, knowing very well what the answer was. You couldn't help but break down into sobs again. "I'm sorry." You managed to say before turning around and covering your face with your hands. After what felt like a long time, you felt him sit beside you and soon the air was filled with the cries of you two. To any stranger, it was probably a weird sight, two people sitting beside each other and crying. Jin cried like there was no tomorrow because he promised himself that he wasn't gonna waste the time he had with you in crying and being sad. He was gonna make the most of it. So he pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around you. Eventually your tears stopped and you felt almost.... peaceful. "I love you, Y/N. Today, tomorrow and forever. No matter what happens." He mumbled, his chin resting on your head, cheeks stained with tears. You smiled slightly, feeling grateful that you would at least die loved. "I love you too, Jin. And wherever I go, I'll always do." You whispered, feeling him kiss your head.

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon's voice blared through the speakers as he bobbed his head, trying to decide whether it was good enough. He had to make sure it was perfect. He always wanted to write a song for you, he just kept pushing around because you had forever, right? Wrong. The day he had got that call from your doctor regarding the heartbreaking news, he was completely shattered. The one person he cherished the most was going to leave him and he wasn't ready. He could never be ready. So a promise was made to love you as long as he could. And here he was, sighing in relief when he thought the song was good enough. "I'm home!" Your voice rung through the house, making Namjoon rush out of his studio room. You hung your coat on the rack when you felt two arms engulfing you from behind. You squealed when your boyfriend spun around with your feet off the ground. Giggles filled the room when he set you down and you turned to give him a hug. "I missed you." You heard him whisper, your heart aching slightly about how these words were gonna become a part of his life soon. "Come on, I need to show you something!" He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his studio, like a kid telling his mom about a toy he wanted. Soon you found yourself sitting in his chair with headphones on, looking at him in confusion. He smiled and clicked play on the audio file. Your eyes slowly widening when you realized this is a new track. And when the lyrics hit you, your eyes teared up. At that moment, the pain of having to leave him became unbearable and you wailed just as the song ended. Taking off your headphones, Namjoon quickly took you in his arms. "I don't want to go, Joon. Please don't let me!" You cried, holding onto the sleeves of his shirt. He hushed you while trying not to cry either, he had to be strong for you. After some time, you had finally stopped, sniffling a little. It was inevitable. You had to go someday but it wasn't now. For now, it was just you and your love, holding each other tight. "I will never ever let you go, Y/N." He mumbled, sounding sure even if it wasn't true. Because, for now, you loved him and he loved you. And nothing was gonna change that.

Min Yoongi:

You wiped the tears away when you heard the doorbell ring. It had to be your boyfriend, Yoongi. Trying to fake a smile, you opened the door to see him with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and takeout from your favourite restaurant. Handing you the bouquet, he kissed your cheek. "Happy Anniversary, my love." He grinned before kissing your lips. You giggled and pulled him inside the house. It had been 5 years since you started dating him. Unfortunately, this anniversary was gonna be the last one and there was nothing you could do about it. You planned on telling him everything tonight because he deserved to know. Taking in a deep breath, you turned around to face him. A gasp left your mouth when you saw him kneeling down, a blue box showcasing a gorgeous ring sitting on his hand. "I was supposed to do this after dinner but I can't wait anymore." He smiled sheepishly. Your breathing started getting heavier and tears stung your eyes. You tried to interrupt him but he told you to let him finish the speech he prepared. "Y/N Y/L/N, five years ago, I met you when you accidentally poured your drink on my head because you thought I was your ex. I was mad, trust me, but after looking at your beautiful face I forgave you before you even apologized. Everyday with you has been memorable and I want to continue making these memories with you. There is no one in this world who knows Min Yoongi like you do. So please, marry me and let me love you until I can. Stand by my side as my wife, until life gets jealous of what we have and takes you away from me." He whispered the last line, audible enough for you to hear. At this point, there were tears down his face too. "What?" You mumbled, confused and surprised about what he had just said. He took in a shaky breath and stood up. "I knew your reports were coming out today. The doctor couldn't reach you so he called me first and emailed me the report incase you didn't make it to your appointment." He explained, all the while looking into your eyes. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back an ugly sob. "I know, Y/N. I know everything." He shut his eyes and confessed, making it hard for you to control yourself anymore. You covered your face and fell onto your knees, crying uncontrollably. You felt Yoongi's arms around you, his body shaking just like yours, his tears falling just like yours. "I don't want to die so soon, Yoongi." You cried, holding his shirt and burying your face in his neck. He didn't say anything, he just held you until you couldn't cry anymore. "Yes." You whispered, both of your sniffles still echoing through the room. You raised your head to look at his confused face. "Yes, I will marry you. If I am going to die then might as well do it right." You shrugged, making him smile widely. He grabbed the ring and slid it onto your finger. "Till death do us 'part." He mumbled, his forehead leaning against yours. You smiled slightly. "Till death do us 'part."

Jung Hoseok:

You sat patiently on the bed, awaiting hoseok's reaction. His hair was damp from the shower he had just taken and his eyes locked on the floor. Your heart was beating so fast and loud that you were sure Hoseok could hear it. You had just told him that you had leukaemia and you didn't have too long to live. It had to be done, if he wanted to leave you then you were more than happy about it. You didn't want him to see you take your last breath. "Okay... that's okay. I-we'll figure something out. You'll be fine, alright? Ju-just trust me." He said, lips quivering and eyes glossy. Quickly kissing your forehead, he rushed out of the bedroom. You called out to him but he wasn't listening. Reaching the living room, he tossed the pillows on the couch while muttering where his phone was. "Hoseok, listen-" you said, grabbing his hand and turning him around to face you. He finally looked at you, a tear slipping down his cheek. His eyes showed relief when he saw the coffee table behind you, where his phone lay. Getting out of your hold, he took his phone and wiped the tear. "I'll find a doctor who can help us. If needs be, I'll take you somewhere they can completely take care of you and then you'll be fine. Everything will be okay, I know it." He went on rambling. He was a mess and it was because of you. You started crying, seeing him try to be so hopeful. "Hoseok!" You yelled at him. He stopped whatever he was doing and turned to you. You took the phone from his hand and threw it on the couch. "Stop it! I can't be cured anymore. It's over, my life's over. And there's nobody in this entire world who can help me. You have to accept this, please." You said, moving closer to him. He immediately shook his head and moved back. "What do you mean I have to accept this? I don't have to accept- no I can't accept this. We are talking about you leaving me alone forever! How do you expect me to not do anything? I love you so much, Y/N. And I need you to be here with me. I can't live without you." He cried, falling to his knees, tugging on his hair. You placed a hand on your mouth to hold back a sob. Slowly, you took cautious steps towards him and wrapped your arms around his trembling form. "It may seem like you can't live without me but you will have to, Hoseok. You have to live for your family, your members, your fans and if not for yourself then for me." You mumbled, kissing his head. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and raised his hand. "So you'll be a real angel now, huh?" He asked through tears, smiling slightly. You let out a chuckle and nodded. "Watch over me, okay?" He frowned, pouting slightly. You wiped his tears and pecked his lips. "Always."

Park Jimin:

You rubbed your eyes as you continued writing the letter, pouring your heart out. Sleep tried to consume you but you didn't give in. You had to complete writing these letters to your loved ones. You wanted to get over with it and start living life for the remaining time you had. You let out a deep breath and clapped your hands. Just one more person left. Jimin was coming home from tour that night and you had completely forgotten about it. Not being able to stay awake anymore, you ended falling asleep on the dining table with the pen in your hand and your letters scattered across the wood. Jimin unlocked the door with the key he had and stepped inside, dragging his suitcase behind him. Without taking off his shoes, he made his way to the bedroom to see you, even though he knew you would scold him later for dirtying the whole house. He stopped in his tracks when he saw your figure hunched over the dining table. Moving closer, he smiled to see you sleeping there. He took the pen from your hand and carefully lifted you up, standing still when he heard you mumble something, trying not to wake you up. When you snuggled into him further, he made his way to the bedroom, laying you down and covering you with the blanket before placing a kiss on your forehead. When he went to grab his luggage, he remembered seeing the sheets of paper on the dining table so he changed his mind. He took a seat before reading what was written on one of the papers, not expecting what was to come. You woke up feeling the light streaming in through the curtains. Instantly you sat up, weren't you writing something last night? Why were you here? Cursing under your breath you ran downstairs only to find Jimin sitting on the couch, with his head in his hands and your letters sprawled out infront of him. Your heartbeat quickened and your throat ran dry. You were going to tell him but you didn't expect it so soon. "J-jimin." You called out making him turn to face you. Your heart broke on seeing his red eyes and tired state. "Is this true, Y/N?" He asked, pointing to the papers. You bit your bottom lip and nodded. He shut his eyes and clenched his jaw before calling you to him. He took a hold of your waist and made you sit on his lap, burying his face in your neck. "This isn't fair. We still have so much to do. I can't live without you. You know I can't." He whispered, voice breaking. You rubbed his back, soothing him. "It might seem hard for now but it will happen, Jimin. You'll learn to live without me. You know it would hurt me to see you stop your life for me, right? So promise me you'll go on." You said, pulling away from him to see his face. He seemed to be lost in thought for a minute before slowly nodding his head and breaking down into sobs. "I promise." He managed to say. You smiled and kissed his cheeks, holding him close as long as you could.

Kim Taehyung:

You smiled as you lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, letting the summer breeze fan your face. The sound of the waves crashing the shore gave you a sense of security. It felt like there was nothing that could go wrong in this moment. "Y/N, you said you had something important to tell me. I'm curious now. Will you please tell me?" Taehyung requested, stroking your shoulder with his long fingers. You sighed and shut your eyes. You had to tell him, that's for sure. But was it the right time? But then again, you didn't want to feel this way anymore, this feeling of dread kept consuming you and you hated it. "Tae, I want you to promise me that you'll complete our bucket list, no matter what happens." You said, looking up at him. He frowned and tilted his head. "Baby, we're going to do it together. It's 'our' bucket list, like you said." He replied, smiling warmly at you. You felt your throat tighten at how blissful he was. You didn't want to ruin this. "That's the thing, Tae. I don't think I'm going to be with you until we complete it." You mumbled, shifting your gaze to the sand. He lifted your chin with his fingers. You forced your eyes to look at his. "Why would you say that?" He asked, his expression full of hurt. You felt tears brimming your eyes. It was now or never. "I have sarcoma." You confessed, the words leaving a bitter taste. You saw him shut his eyes as if he knew this was coming. "So it's true then. I was really hoping this was a joke." He whispered, audible enough for you to hear. You frowned. He knew about it? Opening his eyes, he leaned his forehead on yours. "Jimin isn't very good at hiding things, you know." He said, narrowing his eyes but you could make out how hard he was trying not to cry. You sighed and shook your head. It wasn't like you had told him, he found out due to your carelessness. Taehyung caressed your cheek while staring into your eyes. "And you're not going anywhere. I looked up everything about it and even talked to a couple specialists, just in case. So let me tell you that there are more chances of you surviving than dying." He explained. Your eyes lit up with hope. "Really?" You asked, feeling a little positive about the situation. He nodded and smiled. "Princess, no-one can mess up what we have. I won't let that happen." He said, pulling you into a hug. You let a couple tears fall as Taehyung kissed your forehead. "Even if I don't make it, I wouldn't have any regrets about this life. Because you were a part of it." You smiled, listening to his heartbeat with your head on his chest. "Well, fortunately you are going to make it. You are my life and I wouldn't have it any other way." You raised your head to admire him, pressing a kiss on his lips immediately.

Jeon Jungkook:

As soon as the harsh reality left the doctor's mouth, Jungkook felt his world crumbling down. He never expected something like this to happen when your relationship was so perfect, almost like something out of a fairytale. "It would be a miracle if she happens to survive an entire year." The doctor stated, his eyes holding guilt showing another battle he couldn't help win. Slowly standing up, Jungkook walked out of the doctor's cabin and made his way to where you were admitted. Upon reaching your room, he stood beside the door and shut his eyes. The image of you fainting in front of his eyes while he sang on stage was vivid. He wanted to run to you and take care of you but when he saw some of the crew who knew you, take you backstage, he forced himself to stay calm and finish up the concert. This had to be the 4th time you had fainted in a span of three weeks. He should have taken you to the doctor when he noticed changes in your appearance. Jungkook covered his face with his hands and let the tears fall. Why did this have to happen? How was he gonna live without you? These were questions that were never gonna be answered. Quickly wiping his tears, he pushed open the door to reveal your form, lying on the bed with your face turned away from him. "Y/N, how do you feel?" He forced himself to smile and took a seat beside the bed. Judging from your expression, it was clear that you knew. "Let's break up, Jungkook." The words fell from your lips as if they meant nothing, but it was killing you on the inside. Jungkook's heart hammered in his chest as his breath hitched. Why would you say that? As if knowing what he was thinking, you answered his unasked question. "Can't you see how I am? Useless with a little time to spare. There's nothing I can give you any more. So do yourself a favour and leave. Go and find someone who isn't as pathetic to look at as me. Moreover, find someone who is going to live up to all the promises because clearly, I can't." You said, tears staining your cheeks as you turned your gaze away from him. For a couple of minutes, it was quiet. You thought he was considering your words, making you feel happy for him. "I will never leave you, no matter what you say. You, Y/N Y/L/N, are the most magnificent being I've ever met. And I will forever love you even though we have limited time. So don't you dare tell me to find someone else. Because I need you, I always have and I always will. There's no one in this world who can take your place." He replied, holding your hand while you still refused to meet his eyes. You closed your eyes when you felt his fingers grazing your chin and turning your face in his direction. "Oh baby, you have never known how much I really love you. We are going to get through this together. Let me be here for you, Y/N, please." You heard his voice cracking, making you open your eyes. All your efforts to try and not cry were wasted. You ended up throwing your arms around your boyfriend and telling him how much you loved him too. You could continue worrying about your existence another time because right now you felt safe. And Jungkook felt loved, this was what mattered for now.