#I feel like they’ve been trying to be too serious with the story telling when really their bread and butter is just goofing with each other

[2soft2sensitive]

speaking of TAZ, I’m loving this arc for multiple reasons but esp bc it’s so silly that I don’t mind when they lose the plot a bit. like it’s all just spoofs and goofs so when one of them does something that doesn’t make sense it’s funny instead of frustrating

#I usually keep my mouth shut about my complaints wrt TAZ bc Reddit does that for me ten thousand-fold #but I wanted to say that within this context I do find there’s less irritation than there was in ethersea and steeplechase for me #(you couldn’t pay me money to speak ill of graduation btw. I simply won’t do it. so many people lost their minds over it but it was fine) #I feel like they’ve been trying to be too serious with the story telling when really their bread and butter is just goofing with each other #bc when it gets too complex they all get confused and can’t remember what they’re doing and I get frustrated as a listener #so this? the absolute silliness with simpler storylines? it’s working so much better

[somekindofpoet]

La Petite Mort - La Fin

Summary: We get closure

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, smut, language

A/N: Okay so this is the end of the story line for LPM. I will continue to write one shots and headcanons, though don't freak out! Also, there was a drabble I'll link here that happened between Part V and this one.

LPM Part I LPM Part II LPM Part III LPM Part IV LPM Part V Drabble

The drive to Big Bend was like living in a dream. Between the motel stop and the scenic viewpoint stop, you’re beginning to wonder if Lorraine actually wants to get to where you’re going. You know she’s excited about her newfound freedom, and you are too, but a serious conversation needs to be had. 

You glance over at her and watch as she holds her hand out the window, catching the wind and then cutting through it like a surfboard. She looks content, grounded. You figure she should be; she just came in the backseat of your truck less than an hour ago. But you still need to make sure she’s happy. That she’s sure she made the right choice. For now, you choose to live in ignorant bliss, enjoy the drive and start the talk later. 

The gas gauge catches your attention, riding low over the E. 

“We gotta stop for gas, you seen any signs for a pump station?” 

She turns toward you, nodding, “Saw a sign a few miles back. There should be a few stations comin up.”

You smile as she reaches for you, taking your right hand and holding it between hers. She scoots closer to you, tracing her fingers up your forearm, giving you goosebumps. Her head rests against the seat, and you can feel her watching you, can see the small smile on her lips through the corner of your eye. 

“You’re gonna have to stop doin that, if you ever want to get out of this truck,” you say, your voice hoarse.

She smirks, “I’m not doin anything, I just want to be close to you is all.”

You lift your arm, inviting her to slide into the middle seat. When she does, you let your arm rest across her shoulders, pulling her in close to you. You kiss the top of her head, your eyes not leaving the road. She hums, lets her head rest on your chest. 

It’s so easy to find moments like this with her. Small pockets that exist outside of the world, no influence or judgment. Just you two. But it’s also easy for those moments to shatter when reality comes crashing in, loud and screaming. 

The gas station is a small one, a family operation from the looks of it. It has two gas pumps that look like they’ve seen better days and a store tucked under the awning. You pull the truck and the trailer under the sunshade and park it.

“I’ll get us the gas, run inside and grab some snacks, will ya?” 

Lorraine nods and slides out of the truck, stretching her arms over her head when her feet hit the ground. Your eyes follow her shirt when it rides up, and you laugh to yourself, shaking your head. You pump the gas and watch her walk into the store, her shorts even more distracting now than they were in the truck. 

“Oh buddy, you’ve got it bad,” you say to yourself, turning back to the truck. 

When the gas pump clicks, you return the hose and make your way into the station to pay. Lorraine has an armful of snacks, and you gesture with your head to the counter. She drops her loot there as you grab a case of beer and carry it over. The tv on the counter is blaring a church sermon, and the attendant is watching it with obligated interest. 

You slide the goods over and clear your throat, “Filled up on pump two.”

The woman behind the counter narrows her eyes, making it clear you are inconveniencing her by asking her to do her job. She slides the snacks and beer over with one hand, taking her time. She tells you your total, and you hand a bill over to her, trying not to take note of her attitude toward you. 

As you’re packing the snacks into a brown paper bag, two men walk into the store. They’re rugged cowboy types, and it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. You’d been around their type your whole life, working ranches and rodeos and everything in between. They can be trouble, or they can be extremely cordial. Unfortunately for you, these two are the trouble type.

They make a show of looking you up and down, letting their eyes take their time as they travel over you. Lorraine comes to your side, and both men raise their eyebrows at her. You flex your jaw, trying to find an easy way out of what you already know is going to be an uneasy interaction. 

One of the cowboys whistles around the tobacco in his lip, the other laughs.

“Ladies,” he says, “what’s got you so far out in the country?”

You hand Lorraine the bag of food and hoist the case of beer under your arm.

“Work,” you answer, moving toward the door.

The man on the tv starts yelling about sexual deviance. The cowboy with the dip in his mouth leans in the doorframe, blocking your exit. He takes his hat off his head, smirking at you. 

“What kind of work?” 

You watch him, aware of the other man making his way down one of the aisles to your right. Lorraine inches closer to your side. 

“Ranchin,” you say, keeping it as short as possible.

The man is still blocking the door, so you stop, look up at him. He grins down at you, his teeth yellow with flecks of tobacco stuck in his gums. 

“I don’t know of any lady ranchers round here,” he says, his eyes leaving you and moving on to Lorraine. “George, you know of any lady ranchers?”

The man at the back of the store laughs, “No I can’t say I do, Nate.”

Nate tilts his head, “So if you’re not ranchin, what’re you doin?”

“Did you miss the trailer with the horses in it on your way in?” Lorraine mumbles, and you close your eyes, inhaling deeply.

Nate laughs, “Okay, spitfire! What’s your name? You ladies look like you could use some company.”

You try to casually step in front of her, hiding her with your body as much as you can. “We need to get goin, you gentlemen have a nice day.”

You step toward the door, but he doesn’t move. You stare each other down for what feels like an eternity, sizing each other up. He’s tall, but he’s skinny. You could scrap with him if you needed to, but his friend would make it nearly impossible for you to win. Your revolver is in the truck, too far to be much use now. Plus, these two have guns of their own; there’s no doubt about that. 

The tv on the counter goes quiet, and a woman’s voice breaks the tension.

“Leave them girls alone, Nate, or your momma will tan your hide.” The gas station clerk finally turns herself away from the tv, glaring daggers at Nate. 

He evaluates his choices, and his fear of his mother wins out. He leaves the door frame and pushes past you, grumbling as he goes, “I’s just bein friendly, Marge. No need to threaten anyone.”

As soon as he’s out of the way, you hustle out of the store, making sure Lorraine is on your heels. You jump in the truck, and as soon as she’s in, you’re driving off. 

“God, I fucking hate Texas,” you growl, your eyes flicking to the side view mirrors to see if anyone followed.

Lorraine sighs, resting her head against the window, “So let’s go. Let’s get out of here for good.”

“We can’t leave your parent's ranch, Raine. They need us there.”

“They really don’t, plus we could visit.”

“Do we tell them about us?”

She bites at her lip, thinking it over, “I think they already know, truth be told. But we probably should tell them.”

“I suppose we should figure out what we are before we go tellin them about it, though.” 

The statement is bait, a question for Lorraine to decide on. You think you’re sly, dropping it out there the way you had, but when you turn your head toward her, Lorraine’s expression is amused. 

“Is that you, askin what we are then y/n?”

You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. You can feel your face heating up, embarrassed that she saw through your veiled question. 

“I know it’s probably not the best time to ask. You just left your boyfriend yesterday.”

“I haven’t been in love with RJ for a long time. It just took being with you for me to accept it.”

You nod, gulp. You don’t take your eyes off the road. 

“I meant what I said to him, you know.” She reaches out, places her hand on your leg.

“What’s that?” You say, your voice cracking.

“I love you.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, your heart racing. You can feel your hands want to tremble and squeeze the steering wheel tighter.

“Can you give me one hour to get us where we’re goin, set up camp, and say that to me again so I can respond appropriately?”

She giggles, her thumb sweeping over your leg, “Of course.”

Lorraine keeps her hands to herself, for the most part, for the rest of the drive. You think about the conversation to come, the interaction with the cowboys at the gas station, and everything that happened with RJ. It all brews in your mind, mixing and melding into a feeling of uneasiness in your belly. There’s a strong undercurrent of happiness tied in with it, pulling you back to Lorraine every time you freak out. 

The camp is isolated, large enough for your truck, trailer, tents, and horses. The daylight is quickly fading, so after the camp is set up, you let CB and Pearl out to wander the grounds. You drag a stack of hay from the trailer for them, but they both beeline to a patch of green grass at the edge of camp. 

You busy yourself with getting a fire going, listening to Lorraine hum as she finishes getting the tent set up. Just being out here with her is enough for you, but a small voice in your head is already screaming for more. An apartment that has two toothbrushes in it. Closets with clothes that are mostly not yours. A life intertwined even more than it already is. You know it’s a lot to ask for. 

“You’re thinkin' real hard on somethin,” Lorraine says, standing over you.

You turn up and grin at her, “Just how damn good I am at makin' fire.”

She smiles at you, her expression telling you she doesn’t believe that for a minute. She turns away from you and unrolls a blanket next to the now raging fire, and sits delicately. She pats the spot next to her.

“Let’s talk.”

Your stomach flips. You sit in the spot she’d invited you to, feeling a lot like a dog on a leash. 

“Right, okay.”

“So, I know it’s not the best look in the world, breaking up with RJ and running off with you,”

“It’s a look I’m growing pretty fond of,” you joke, smiling at her.

She shakes her head, but you can see the smile she’s fighting, “I just want to make sure we’re clear. Getting out of one relationship to jump into another is-“

“So we’re in a relationship?” You interrupt her.

“Oh, um, are we not?” She twists her fingers, anxiety washing over her. 

You scramble to make the situation more clear, taking one of her hands in yours.

“I was hoping so, but I wasn’t sure what you wanted. If you need time, I can give you time.”

She shakes her head, “I’ve had enough time. I love you, y/n. I think I have for longer than I realized.”

You feel giddy, lightheaded when you finally say, “I love you too, Raine. But I can’t promise an easy life. I can’t promise the suburbs or a family. What kind of life would that be?”

She leans over, taking your face in her hands, “It would be a life with you.” 

The fire crackles as she kisses you, soft and sweet, her thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. Her lips are slow, deliberate. She lies back, pulling you with her, your hands planted on either side of her body. 

Cicadas and crickets chirp in the dark around you, the air cool and still. The oak trees circling your campsite tower over you, rustling in the occasional breeze. Lorraine’s body envelops you, warm, welcoming. You’ve never felt more at home than you do in her arms. You figure you should thank her for it, now and every day in between. 

You sit up, pulling your shirt off, and she follows suit. You unbutton your pants, taking your time, each movement intentional. Having sex with her now feels heavier, in a good way. It carries more meaning than it ever has before. 

You’re both naked under the stars when you lean back over her, your hands touching as much skin as they can. You kiss her lips, then move to her jaw, down her neck. She can feel the gravity of the moment, her hands gentle and her breathing soft. Your hands run up her ribs, and your mouth works your way down to her chest. You lick her nipple, bite it gently and suck it into your mouth when she gasps.

She pulls you back to her lips, her legs hooking around your waist and anchoring you in place. Your tongue slides across her lips, and you rock into her, your body applying pressure between her legs. She moans through her nose, her tongue running over yours, her hands around your jaw. 

You descend to her neck again, silently coaxing her grip around your waist to loosen. She gets the message and drops her legs from your hips, allowing you to kiss down her chest again. You kiss her stomach, avoiding the ticklish spot on her side that will make her laugh. The skin below her belly button is soft and sensitive; you take some time there teasing her. She lifts her hips, her eyes dark as she looks down at you. Her hand winds its way into your hair, and she bites her lip as you kiss her where she wants it most. 

She’s not used to you teasing, and for some reason, of all the times to start, you choose now to begin. You lick softly at her clit, not hard enough to be satisfying, just a ghost of pressure. Enough to make her moan and tighten her grip on your hair. You sink lower and tease at her entrance, tasting her on your tongue. She’s better than anything you’ve ever had, ever will have, and you know it. So you savor it, close your eyes and enjoy yourself.

You turn your head to kiss her thigh, and she whines. You look up at her to find her face full of want, almost to the point of tears.

“Please,” she whispers, making your heart race.

You consider toying with her, but you want it as bad as she does at this point. You run your tongue from the inside of her thigh all the way down to her slick folds. Done with teasing her, you wrap your lips around her clit and suck, earning the most delicious noises of approval from her. You alternate licking and sucking until she’s arching into your mouth, the muscles in the stomach rippling and flexing from the exertion. You lick her with a flat tongue while she cums, making it last even longer until she’s shivering and trying to stop you with her legs around your head. 

She sighs, and you slowly kiss your way up her body, taking extra time on the ascent. You forgot about the ticklish spot, and you accidentally make her laugh, which in turn makes your heart feel like it’s going to beat out of your chest. 

Your fingers are already inside of her when your mouth meets hers, the gasp of pleasure coming from her making your eyes roll back. You fuck her slow, each movement intentional in its goal. Every stroke playing the chords of her body, never out of tune. She doesn’t let you any lower than her throat, wanting to keep pulling you up to kiss you after she moans your name. 

She lasts longer than usual, hanging on to every move you make, her hands all over you. She doesn’t want to be done, you can tell, and it makes you smile.

“You have me for as long as you want me,” you tell her, “I love you.”

Like clockwork, she cums on your fingers, dripping onto the blanket and around your wrist. She holds your head to her chest as she gasps for air, her whole body shaking and rolling. You pull back, wanting to watch her ride her orgasm, see the shape her mouth takes when it’s open like this, the color on her cheeks, the sweat on her brow. When she’s done, she pulls you down, squeezing you around your shoulders. When you try to pull away, she squeezes you tighter, shaking her head.

“You said as long as I want,” her voice is low and quiet, her breathing beginning to shallow.

You chuckle into her chest, kiss her skin, resolve to become part of the earth there if she wishes it. 

——

Today is the day. The day you tell the Days about your intentions with Lorraine. A day with the Days, for your Day. You can do this. 

You look at yourself in the mirror, your apartment bathroom cramped but comfortable with Lorraine’s things making their migration. As if on cue, her hands slide around your waist, her head ducking under your arm.

“Are you freaking out?” She asks you.

“No,” you lie.

She grins, “Lie.”

You nod, “A big one.”

She looks at you in the mirror, a reassuring smile on her face, “You know you’re going to be fine. They love you. Plus, I’m pretty sure they know.”

Your eyes dart around the mirror, looking for anything to distract you, “I know. I know. I can do this.”

“We can do this,” she says, squeezing your waist.

You sweat through your button-up shirt on the drive over. Lorraine is at ease; she doesn’t seem worried in the slightest. You are terrified. Scared Mr. Day will throw you on your ass and tell you to never come back to his ranch again. Horrified at the thought of Mrs. Day looking disappointed, heartbroken because of you. 

They're on the couch in the living room when you get there. Lorraine called ahead to let them know you had something important to talk about so they were prepared. Mrs. Day sets a tall glass of sweet tea in front of you as you sit on the loveseat across from them. You clear your throat, and pull on the collar of your shirt. Lorraine sits close to you, closer than she usually would in front of her parents. If they notice, they don't mention it.

You pick up the glass of sweet tea and lift it, nodding your head at Mrs. Day, “Tha-thank you,” you say and gulp from the cup.

You wince; there's a hefty amount of liquor in the tea. She smiles at you and says, “Thought you might need it.”

You frown at her, confused as to why she would think you'd need liquor at noon. You gulp from the glass again. Mr. Day just watches you, his face impassive. 

“So, I’ve asked to talk to you both today because….” you clear your throat again, wipe your sweaty hands on your pants, “well, because I have something important to tell you.”

Mrs. Day nods encouragingly, Mr. Day smiles under his mustache, his eyes soft.

“See, the thing is, I…well…I uhm,”

Lorraine rubs your back, nodding at you. The intimacy in front of her parents is lost on you; you’re too far into your panic to notice.

“I’m in love with your daughter. And I would like for her to live with me.” You say, your words tumbling out of your lips.

Mrs. Day covers her mouth with her hands, but it's not horror she's hiding. It's a laugh. Mr. Day stands, extends his hand. You stand and take it.

“We know, kid. We’re happy for you both, sincerely. Just take care of her.” His gruff voice is as soft as its ever been, his eyes sparkling.

Your mouth drops open, and you fall back onto the couch when he releases your hand. You close your mouth, open it to speak, close it again. Take another gulp of the tea. Lorraine giggles at your side.

“I…how? How?” You stammer.

Mrs. Day drops her hand, her smile still stretching her cheeks, “Oh, honey. You know, when you were about nine, you told me you loved Rainey. You were very serious about it. And you had the same look today. I’ve always assumed it would end up this way.”

“Just took our ray of sunshine a bit longer to come around. Forced me to put up with that boy for years.” Mr. Day grumbles.

Mrs. Day smacks his shoulder with the back of his hand as Lorraine yelps out, “Hey!”

You laugh, fully agreeing with him. Lorraine pulls your arm over her shoulder, and it takes you a moment to ease the tension that automatically shoots up your spine in front of her parents. You relax, smile at the Days.

“I do need you to do me one favor though, y/n, if you could.” Mr. Day says, leaning back on the couch, his leg crossed over his knee.

“Whats that sir?”

“Stop havin sex in my barn. It spooks the animals, and if I nearly walk in on you one more time, I may have to shoot you in the ass.”

Lorraine cringes and hides her face in your arm, and you gulp back a laugh. Mrs. Day lets hers rip, and you can feel Lorraine giggle into your side.

“Yes sir, I promise.” You say, your fingers crossed behind your back.

#lpm #lorraine day #jenna ortega x reader #lorraine day x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n

[nyoomfruits]

hi ellie!! this is such a cool idea!! how about 10. roommate au & L. “why are you covered in blood?” “uh. long story?” for any pairing, really, but preferably landoscar or lestappen 🫶🏻

went with lestappen because this idea fit their dynamic a little too good

roommate au + “why are you covered in blood?” “uh. long story?”

Charles wedges open the door with his good shoulder, winces as he holds the other close to his chest. He stops in the doorway, listens if he can hear his roommate puttering around, sighs gratefully when he hears nothing. He’s dripping blood, like definitely dripping blood, and he’s in no state in mind to explain that one tonight.

He heaves himself over the doorway, stumbles a little as pain shoots up his leg. It’s a miracle he’s managed to make it home in the first place. He cradles his definitely broken arm closer to his chest as he drags himself through the small hallway towards the bathroom, and then groans when another stab of pain shoots through his leg.

Maybe, maybe it would be okay if like, he sat down for a bit. Just momentarily, just to catch his breath. He’s managed to drag himself all the way from the docks to his apartment, he deserves a little sit down, probably.

And so he lets himself slide down the wall, ignoring the fact he’s probably smearing blood all over it, trying not to jostle the gash in his side too much. When he’s made it down he lets his head fall back against the wall, takes a deep, slow, steady breath. And then another. And another.

That’s how Max finds him, a little while later, when Charles blinks his eyes open and is face with a pair of worried looked blue ones.

“Charles, Jesus Christ,” Max says, reaching out to gently cup Charles’s cheek, tilting his head left and right. “What the fuck happened man? Why are you covered in blood?”

Charles winces again, tries not to lean into the soothing touch of Max’s hands too much. “Long story,” he mumbles, tries to push himself away from the wall, get back up, but lets out a small cry of pain and falls back against the wall almost immediately.

“Fine, be like that,” Max says, but there’s no real heat behind it. “Stay here, I’ll get you some stuff.”

Charles hums, lets his head fall back against the wall, closes his eyes. Everything fucking hurts, and he’s too far gone to regret Max finding him like this. Although he knows Max and he knows he’ll have to explain eventually. Oh well. No secret lasts forever.

When Max gets back he has a first aid kit and a wet towel, and he starts with cleaning Charles’s arms, his face. Then he takes off Charles’s t-shirt, only flinches a little bit when he sees the state of Charles’s chest, and starts cleaning that too.

He’s in the process of bandaging Charles’s abdominal wound, when Charles finds it in himself to speak again. “You’re good at that,” he says, voice rough, a little wobbly.

“Lots of experience,” Max says, like that explains anything. “So, you ready to tell me what happened?”

Charles is really not. He knows it will change things, between them. They’ve been heading towards something for a while now. Fleeting touches, longing stares, morning spend in the kitchen smiling sleepily towards each other. They were on the precipice of something, for sure. And this might ruin all of that. But Charles knows what he looks like, and he knows no explanation will cut it but the truth.

“You’ve heard of that vigilante? Not The Flying Dutchman, like, I wish, but The Red Devil?” Charles asks, gnawing on his bottom lip, watching Max’s hands work instead of looking at his face. “That’s me.”

There’s a long silence. Really long. So long, that Charles chances a look up only to find Max silently laughing at him.

“Fuck you, that’s not funny!” Charles says, feels his cheeks heating up, slaps Max’s hands way from his abdomen. “It’s like, a serious thing.”

“Charles,” Max says, between laughs. “I’m not laughing at you because you’re The Red Devil. I’m laughing at you because I’m The Flying Dutchman.”

There’s a moment. Charles stares at him. “You’re joking,” he says.

Max shakes his head, smile on his face. “I’m really not.”

“What the fuck,” Charles says, and then burst out in laughter too, wincing when the movement jostles his wounds. “Are you kidding me? What are the odds of that?”

“Yeah,” Max says, shaking his head. “Weird, right. Must be meant to be or something.” And it’s the way he says it, so casually, like the thought that him and Charles are ‘meant to be’ doesn’t bother him at all.

Charles says. “Yeah,” he says. “Meant to be.”

“Come on,” Max says, sticking out his hand. “Lets get you a little more comfortable, yeah? And I’ll look at that arm of yours.”

Charles lets himself be hauled upright by his good arm, and then leans into Max’s side as he leads Charels into their living room, onto the couch. Max putters around, grabs him a blanket, makes him a cup of tea, and Charles watches him with newfound interest. Maybe telling him wasn’t the end of everything they were moving towards. Maybe all it’s done is hurtled them straight over the edge.

#lestappen #drabble

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

Olá, adoro suas histórias, meu escritor favorito, queria solicitar alguns proxies×leitores quando ficarem com ciúmes, tipo sfw e nsfw, se não for incômodo, desculpe

TRANSLATION: “Hello, I love your stories, my favorite writer, I wanted to request some proxies×readers when they get jealous, like sfw and nsfw, if it's not bothersome, sorry”

Ola amor! I don’t speak Portuguese unfortunately so I hope google translate did its job correctly! I’m so glad you like my work and requests aren’t bothersome at all! 🖤

THE PROXIES WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS

TIM:

Tim gets more insecure when he’s jealous rather than Masky

He’d probably put his hand on your waist protectively when he feels like someone is showing off a little too much or their words are getting risky

Just small acts of protectiveness from him and quick glances to you to make sure you’re alright and they’re not bothering you

If you’re uncomfortable by someone else’s advances he won’t hesitate to step in and tell them to fuck off

He walks a fine line between himself and Masky when he has to step in

But as soon as he gets a punch in it’s like a light switch that flipped. Immediately having Masky front. It’s something about violence that makes it flip

But if you look like you’re enjoying their advances he’ll be absolutely heartbroken. He’d stay by your side until you got back home then immediately hole up in his room or go for a long walk

Either way you won’t be seeing him for a while. It’ll be until you confront him about his odd behavior that he avoids you

BRIAN:

Silent upset. You can see it on his face that he’s irritated with their attempts to flirt with you. His eyebrows furrowed and fire beginning to burn in his eyes

He won’t let anyone take you and he knows if you tried to leave he’ll only bring you back. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get irritated when they try to flirt with you when they see you’re obviously taken

Another protective hand on the waist kind of guy

If he truly feels like they’ve gone too far he might step up to them, not to the level that Hoodie would but still rather agressive

Unlike Tim, Brian can get a few punches in and still stay in control of himself but he doesn’t like to get violent when he’s not working

Will absolutely find the person flirting with you later and beat them to a slow painful death with his pipe. Or if he’s feeling generous he’ll shoot them quick

Gives you the silent treatment for a while if he could see you were enjoying the advances made by the other person

He’ll have a serious talk with you when he’s finished being silent. Even then he’s not much of a talker when it comes to the conversation

MASKY:

Loses his shit. Immediately lunges at the person and throws them to the ground.

In an instant he’s on top of them choking them out, probably slamming their head against the ground while he’s at it

They’d be lucky to be alive when he’s done with them

When they’re taken care of he’ll pick you up and take you home

(NSFW) When y’all get home he’s fucking you so you know you’re all he cares about

Possessive as fuuuuck

HOODIE:

Will stand behind you as they try to start flirting with you and he’ll silently pull up his hoodie to show the gun in his waistband.

Hopefully they get the hint and fuck off

But if they don’t he’d gently take your hand and bring you outside while he goes back in and takes care of the person

He doesn’t like you to see him get so violent 🫠

“TICCI” TOBY:

Feral. There’s two routes this man will take and it completely depends on how he’s feeling that day

First route is if its been a rough day he’ll absolutely lose it when it’s almost warranted. Screaming shouting and making a scene

He’d probably punch them if they touched you at all

Will absolutely find them and kill them later too

But if it’s been a decent day he’ll grab your wrist (harder than he thought) and drag you home

You’ll ask him why he freaked out and he’ll be completely honest, telling you exactly why.

He was worried you’d want someone more normal than him, he wanted to show you he loved you and he can protect you

#creepypasta #marble hornets #creepypasta requests #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta hcs #marble hornets headcanons #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #brian thomas #tim wright #ticci toby #toby rodgers #creepypasta proxies #headcannons #anon ask #asks open

[intotheseas]

But like. Ominis and Seb meeting MC's parents for the first time? Hear me out. Seb has nowhere to go for the summer months after the *ahem* incident in the catacomb. So MC offers both Ominis and sebby boi to stay with her for the summer. (Her parents are weird like she is)

Soooo I actually have almost this exact scene coming in a couple chapters in my fic "The Softest Magic", except without the incident and Vera only has her mother, who is the epitome of uber-caring trollmom lol. But I also want to explore how it might have been if Vera's father was alive, mess with some story points, and play around with present tense too, so here you go! Hope you don't mind that I wrote it with my MC and most of all I hope you like it! Please keep in mind I am new to writing so it definitely won't be perfect ahh and I may have run with the prompt a bit lot :) Read here on AO3 or below the break. 3,817 words.

Features: aged up characters (characters are 17), love triangle, but it's not a bad thing, they're just dancing around it trying to figure it out, hurt/comfort, healing, supportive parents doing what they do best, good parents, fluff, some liberties taken with canon (basically made Solomon an absolute arse), forgiveness.

Contains mentions of murder, violence/abuse, HL spoilers, implied teenage romance, small bit of underage drinking, cheese. Not beta read or proofread super thoroughly.

She’s sitting with him in the Room of Requirement, her thumb rubbing circles over the back of his hand. Sunlight beats down on them and it’s almost uncomfortable, too exposing. He’s bared his soul to her - both the brightest and darkest corners, and it’s taking Vera some effort to average the two. She keeps her eyes trained on his hand, not sure how to look him in the eye when he’s crying. Like it’s a little too much, like it’s a boundary they haven’t made the decision to cross yet. 

Which is pretty weird, she thinks, since she saw him kill his uncle just a few weeks ago. Since they’ve shared countless nights together with Ominis, slumped over books, demolishing poachers, falling asleep on this very sofa. The thought shakes her from her weird paralysis and she thinks, fuck it, he needs help. He needs love. 

“Come home with me this summer,” she says. “You and Ominis.” Vera meets his eyes, dead serious. “You need somewhere to go and my parents will be overenthusiastic hosts.” 

He gives her a look, like he thinks this is a trick. He gives her that look a lot lately, ever since…well, ever since the catacombs. Like he thinks he doesn’t deserve anything nice coming his way. Vera gets it, too. You don’t murder a family member, even in self-defence, and come out without some serious issues. 

It’s evident in the way he folds into himself, like a child who’s been yelled at by his father. Vera wonders briefly, how often did Solomon yell at him like that? How often did he hit him? She knows Solomon fought to kill in the catacombs. It was either them or him. 

His voice is quiet, meek. So unlike the brash and charming Sebastian she’s come to know and love over the past year. “You mean it?” 

Vera pulls him into a hug. “What else would I do? Leave you both in that cottage without Anne? Ridiculous. You and Ominis can come back with me. My parents will love you.” She feels him stiffen in her arms. “And no, I won’t tell them what happened. That parts up to you.” 

The wall behind them grates and shifts as Ominis crosses the door’s threshold. “I thought I might find you two here,” he says. His voice is soft, tentative, like he isn’t sure how to say the words, or if he should say them at all. 

Vera releases Sebastian from her grasp and gets up, pulls Ominis close. Sebastian’s situation, from the Scriptorium to the catacombs, has traumatised him, too. His best friend, maybe more than that, slipping into the Dark Arts despite his most fervent warnings, careening down the road to hell paved entirely with obsession and good intentions. Despite all his apprehensions, he’s remained loyal to Sebastian until the bitter end. Vera loves Ominis for it. She loves them both.

“Hey Omi,” she says. “I was just telling Seb this, but come home with me this summer. Both of you. My parents are going to love you.” Ominis holds on to her like a life raft, like she’s the one thing keeping him afloat in the maelstrom of fucked-up their lives have become. 

“You…you’re certain your parents would welcome two extra students?” 

Vera laughs, despite the weird atmosphere. “I’m positive. They always wanted more kids, but Mum couldn’t. They’ll be thrilled to have you.” She leads Ominis to the sofa where Sebastian is still curled into himself, like an old piece of parchment. “I won't force you, but…if you both want to, I can send them an owl right now. What do you think?” 

Ominis sits beside Sebastian, loops his arm around his back. “Sebastian? What do you think? I don’t particularly fancy the idea of spending the summer in Feldcroft…it’s too close to…everything. And my family isn’t even worth considering as an option.” Sebastian leans his head against his shoulder. 

“If Vera thinks her parents won’t care…if I won’t be an imposition-” 

“You won’t,” Vera insists.

“...then okay. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go. You’re right, Ominis, the cottage isn’t an option. I don’t think I could bear being so close to…and if Anne comes back and doesn’t want to see me…” He hangs his head even lower, buries it in his hands. Ominis holds him, runs his fingers through his hair. 

Vera walks over to the table in the middle of the room, scratches down a note. 

Mum and Dad, 

Mind if I bring two of my friends home for the summer? I’ve told you about them, Ominis and Sebastian? They’ve…had a rough year. We all have. I’m giving them all the care I can, but I think some hospitality done Bell style would do them good. 

Love you and miss you lots, let me know, 

Vera

An owl comes in through the open window, hops over to her. She affixes the letter to its leg and sends it off with a few pats. 

She walks over to the sofa and drapes her arms over her two closest friends. Kisses the tops of their heads with all the tenderness she can muster. “I sent them an owl. I’m sure they’ll say yes. In the meantime…I know none of us are okay, but we have O.W.Ls in a month. We need to focus, and you both need to get your mind off of this.” She summons several books and rolls of parchment to the table in front of them. 

They groan slightly, but pull books to their laps, their quiet murmurs filling the air. It’s a step, Vera thinks. On a very long staircase. But it’s a step. 

Two days later, the Bell’s family owl, Button, swoops in through the Room of Requirement’s window, crash landing into the pile of books and parchment littering the table. He’s small and spotted, and terribly uncoordinated. Perfect in his imperfectness, as Vera’s mom likes to say. He hops excitedly on one foot, waits for Vera to untie the letter tied to his leg. 

Vera, 

Of course we don’t mind. Tell them they’re coming home. We can’t wait to meet them.

We love and miss you, too. Good luck with O.W.Ls! Can’t wait to see you!

Mum and Dad

“Well, it’s official,” Vera announces. “You two are coming home with me in a month. My parents say they can’t wait to meet you both.” The first genuine smile she’s seen in weeks graces Sebastian’s face. Ominis shoulders slump, his expression relieved, and her heart feels a little lighter. This is closer to how it was before. It’ll never be normal again, she knows, but they’ll find a new normal. 

A month passes, and day by day, step by step, they find their way toward something resembling peace. The relentless studying helps, takes their mind off of the existential horror of death and loss and replaces it with the existential horror of their futures. A better direction to look in, Vera thinks. 

Their O.W.Ls pass without incident. Vera knows she’s done terribly in History of Magic, but failing that O.W.L is basically a rite of passage for every fifth-year, anyway. They’re all exhausted for a different reason now, a reason that feels earned. Like their naps on the plush sofa in the Room of Requirement are borne out of hard work, not a desire to escape consciousness. 

And all too soon, they’re met with the scarlet train that will take them home. “Home,” Vera reminds them. “You’re coming home.” The train ride is both reflective and jumpy, an anxious energy buzzing all over the compartment. Flashes of blue skies and green fields fly by their field of vision as the train picks up speed and takes them away. Away from where it happened, away from all the daily reminders. And maybe she’s imagining it, but every metre they travel, the load feels a little less horrifying. It’ll never be gone, not completely, but like water smoothing a stone, time makes everything feel lighter. 

Sebastian’s all nerves, drumming his fingers restlessly on his leg. Vera can see the thoughts racing behind his eyes, already knows what he’s thinking. He wonders if he deserves this, if he’ll fuck this up, too. Thinks he might dare to hope a little. 

Ominis is a pool of outward calm, like usual. Vera knows better, of course. Knows he’s concerned about Sebastian, concerned about making a good first impression on her parents. 

She’s nervous, too. Nervous about the unspoken bonds between them all. She loves them both, probably as more than friends. 

No, definitely as more than friends. She thinks they might feel the same way about her, but she thinks they feel that way about each other, too, and probably have for a long time. The entire year has been a nervous yet comforting dance, the steps marked by stolen glances, lingering touches, chaste kisses on the cheek, fingers interlaced, and too many “accidental” nights spent curled around each other in front of the fire to be accidental. Vera supposes it doesn’t need to be figured out right away, as long as they’re all content. 

The smog and odour of London is overpowering as they step off the train and through Platform 9 ¾’s barrier. They’ve decided to floo straight home - no need to make her parents come all the way out here to collect them. A coffee shop nearby provides some sanctuary from the sensory overload, a cheery witch levitating several pots of coffee and tea waves to them over her shoulder as they duck in. “Back from Hogwarts, darlings? Floo point’s in the corner. You enjoy your vacations now!” 

They wave back in thanks and cross over to the crackling fireplace. Vera’s voice rings out clearly. “Bell Residence, London!” 

The vertigo-inducing, oddly squeezing sensation of floo travel is something Vera still hasn’t grown accustomed to, and she’s a little dizzy as they stumble into her kitchen. The pale yellows of the wallpaper and tablecloth deepen in the warm glow of the sun through the window. Her parents look up expectantly, happily. 

Ava, her mother, still in her lime-green Healer robes, immediately stands and gathers them all into a surprisingly crushing hug. Her blonde hair’s in its usual bun and freckles dot across her face like stars as her eyes crinkle into an enormous smile. “Welcome home, loves,” she murmurs. “I’m so happy you’re all here. I’m Ava, and this,” she points over to the man at the table, “is Riley.” 

Riley rises from the table, taller than all of them. Vera peeks to the side at Ominis and Sebastian, sees them shrink back slightly and almost giggles. Her father looks imposing, but he’s even more of a dear than Ava. His ruddy cheeks emphasise his genuine smile, and his curly tawny hair falls in every direction. Vera hugs him tightly, and Riley grabs Sebastian and Ominis, brings them into the fold. “Welcome home,” he says. “All of you.” 

Ava nearly dances around them, levitates their luggage with her wand and leads them down a long hallway toward another sun-soaked room. There are two guest beds set up, plush and feathery, with deep emerald green duvets resting on top. Vera’s bed rests to the left, her duvet a cheery yellow. “Afraid we don’t have a guest room, but this’ll do, right?” She winks, and her eyes dance with mischief. “I’m sure you’re all exhausted from the trip. Why don’t you all rest in here while Riley and I make dinner?” She steps lightly out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

Vera sits on her bed, sinking into the thick duvet. “Well,” she says. “Those are my parents.” I promise Dad is a lot less imposing than he seems. He and Mom are really playful people. It’s just kind of how they show their love.” 

Sebastian and Ominis sit, flanking her, their faces contemplative. They flop backwards, their hands finding each other by habit, fingers interlocking. 

“I don’t know if I deserve this kindness,” Sebastian admits. His brow furrows as he gazes at the ceiling. Ominis leans his head against Vera’s shoulder, reaches with his other hand to place it atop Sebastian’s. 

“Maybe it isn’t about deserving it,” Vera murmurs. “I mean, it’s happening anyway. The kindness. Trust me, my parents are going to treat you like you’re their own. And Mum has an uncanny sense with these things…you don’t have to tell her anything you don’t want to, but I think you’ll find she’s a lot more understanding than you’d think.” 

Sebastian chews on her words, considers them slowly and thoughtfully. “It’s just…I feel like I’ve put enough bad into the world. Why should I accept any goodness?”

Ominis moves his hand to Sebastian’s shoulder and squeezes. “Because people are giving it to you,” he says. His tone is matter-of-fact. “It’s up to you whether you accept it. But if you’re asking me…I think you deserve some kindness.” 

They stay like this for a while, thinking and reflecting. The air between them seems both impossibly vast yet precarious, like a single action could change everything. Eventually they doze, their proximity comforting each other.

Ava’s knuckles rap against the door. “Dinner!” she calls out. The three spring up, their reverie over. 

Riley and Ava are at the table when they arrive. There are thick slices of bread Vera knows her mother baked this morning, topped with generous dollops of butter. Slices of cheddar cheese are nestled beside it, and bits of roasted meat and mashed potatoes send mouth-watering smells into the kitchen. 

Her parents smile, tell them to sit down. The food is immaculate, and Vera senses both Sebastian and Ominis feeling more at ease with the lively chatter Ave and Riley curate. They talk about O.W.Ls, their Hogwarts houses, potential future careers, and all the gossip that Ava and Riley hear around St Mungos and the Ministry. The atmosphere is warm and familiar, and it isn’t long until the family’s pet kneazles are begging for scraps at their feet. 

They end the night with a game of wizards chess, Riley insists he play with Sebastian. It’s a close game, but Riley booms with laughter when Sebastian finally checkmates him, the little chess pieces crumbling into bits and reassembling shortly after. “Seems like our daughter found a smart one,” he says approvingly. His eyes twinkle in that fatherly way, and it’s all for Sebastian. 

Meanwhile, Ava, Ominis, and Vera indulge in a spirited discussion about healing magic. Ominis is ardently interested, shares his plans to become a Healer himself. Ava is over the moon hearing this, leans forward eagerly, wants to know everything Ominis thinks. Her attention’s all for him, like she knows he never had a mother to dote over him like he should have. She probably does know, Vera thinks. She just knows things sometimes, in her perceptive way. And Ominis soaks it up. 

Ava and Riley retire to their bedroom shortly after. “Have fun tonight. Just don’t burn the flat down,” they wink. They crawl into bed together, a bubble of silence hanging between them before Ava pops it gleefully. “So, which one do you think fancies Vera?” 

Riley hums. “Sebastian, maybe? But it’s hard to tell. They might both fancy her.” His face is thoughtful. “I hope it won’t end in heartbreak for them.” 

Ava glances at him, surprised. “You think so? I think they all have a thing going. Sebastian and Ominis, too. They’re such a tight-knit little group.” She gazes at the ceiling, a smile dancing along her lips. “Well, as long as they’re happy. That’s all that matters to me. Times are certainly changing.” Riley murmurs in agreement, pulls his wife close. 

“You’re right. As long as they’re happy. I’m sure they’ll figure it out.” 

At the opposite end of the flat, Vera, Sebastian, and Ominis lay in their separate beds. Awkwardness hangs like a fog above them. No one’s sure how to dispel it. 

“This is odd, right?” Ominis’ voice is quiet, a little unsure. 

“No, it’s definitely weird,” Sebastian answers. “Vera?” 

“Oh thank Merlin,” she sighs. “I thought you two were going to stay quiet all night. “Get over here, please.” 

Sebastian and Ominis crawl under her duvet, and the three curl around each other like cats. Sleep takes them quickly. 

The next morning, Ava and Riley peek in, and Ava lightly punches Riley’s shoulder as they quietly close the door. “I told you so!” she whispers, a wide grin overtaking her face. 

Two months pass in a flash, and Ava and Riley lavish Ominis and Sebastian with affection every chance they get. Ava knows, of course, they’ve all been through something traumatic together, in that way that mothers often know. But she isn’t one to pry. Just to love. 

And as this time passes, Sebastian and Ominis feel themselves heal, bit by bit. The wounds scab over, and the horrors of the previous year begin to feel more like bad memories, and less like recurring hellscapes. The pain dulls, and the hole ripped in their lives by the events in the catacombs is lined with wonderful memories, the edges becoming smoother, easier to bear. 

They’re sitting at the table one night, lulled into comfortable camaraderie by copious amounts of butterbeer and firewhiskey. They finish their third game of wizards chess and a companionable silence settles over them. Sebastian’s eyes dart from Riley to Ava, then to Ominis and Vera. He takes their hands beneath the table and they squeeze back reassuringly. 

“Ava, Riley…can I confess something?” 

They nod, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Anything, love,” Ava reassures. 

“My uncle died near the end of term. Just before O.W.Ls. Um..it was just me and my twin sister with him. Our parents died when we were kids. Uncle Solomon was…he wasn’t good to us. I mean, I guess he was okay to Anne…she reminded him of our mother. His sister. But he hated our father, and I take after him. He…well, we didn’t get along. There were times when he hit me, and there were times when I hit him back in self-defence. I…my twin was cursed, and I was desperate to find a cure for her, even when Solomon forbade me from doing so.” 

Ava straightens in her chair, realisation dawning in her eyes. “Anne Sallow?” she asks. 

Sebastian’s eyes widen. “Yes.” 

“I remember her. We tried everything we could…it was difficult, seeing her like that. I would have liked for her to stay longer, but your uncle, he seemed determined to take care of her himself. Took her home against our advice.” 

Sebastian’s eyes are glued to the wood grain of the table. “That doesn’t surprise me,” he says quietly. “I was so desperate to find a cure for her I went down some paths I shouldn’t have. And it made him angry. But…I couldn’t stop. Vera and Ominis tried to tell me the whole time I was going too far, but…I ignored them. I wasn’t always a good friend to them. But I needed to save her. She’s all I had left.” 

Ominis and Vera scoot closer to Sebastian, wrap their arms around him. “We forgave you a long time ago,” Vera murmurs. Ominis nods. 

Sebastian’s voice breaks as he continues, a hint of the terrified boy he was at the end of term creeping back in. “I did something I really shouldn’t have. I trifled with Dark Magic, with a relic I found mentioned in a spell book. I really thought it would cure Anne. And that was too much for Solomon. He attacked us, me, Vera, and Ominis. At first, I thought he was just trying to stop me from using the relic, but after he destroyed it, he continued attacking us. I…” His voice breaks again, and tears stream down his face. “I think he was going to kill me. And maybe even Vera and Ominis. He kept hurling fire at us and…and,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “I killed him. It was either him, or me, Vera and Ominis. I chose us.” 

He stares down at the table, not daring to look up. 

Ava and Riley stare at each other, horror covering their faces. Vera observes them closely. She can see it isn’t horror at Sebastian, but his situation. The choices a young man felt he had to make. The path he went too far down. The tragic conclusion. 

They close the distance between them and hug him simultaneously. Sebastian cries into Ava’s shoulder, both weightless and burdened. “I’m sorry,” he sobs. “You’ve just been so nice to me and I…I regret it so much! I don’t know what I should have done instead. And now Anne is gone, and I don’t know where she is.” 

Ava kneels down, meets his eyes. “Sebastian…this was too much for you to deal with alone. I’m sorry…I’m sorry you went through all this. Your sister, your uncle, your parents…no, it wasn’t the right idea to get involved in the Dark Arts, but I can understand why you felt you had to.” 

He shivers in her arms. “I’ll never touch them again,” he sniffles. 

“I know,” Ava soothes. “I know.” She looks at Riley. They communicate silently. 

“You’re forgiven,” Riley murmurs. “And you’re always welcome here. That extends to you too, Ominis.” 

Vera’s parents lean back and look at Sebastian. “And we won’t tell anyone,” Ava says. “In the wrong hands, this information could really get you in trouble, even though it was self-defence.”

Riley nods. “I’m sorry people weren’t there for you when they should have been.” He pats Ava’s and Ominis’ shoulders quickly. “I know my daughter and Ominis were, and I’m glad for it, but this isn’t a situation that should have fallen into the hands of teenagers.” 

Healing is slow, and never linear, Vera thinks. But maybe this is a turning point for Sebastian. Maybe the acceptance and love he needed all along can help him get back on the right path, redeem himself in his own eyes. 

A week later, Riley and Ava usher them toward the Hogwarts Express. Ava grips Sebastian and Ominis’ shoulders, her voice firm. “I expect to see you all home for Christmas and Easter, and I expect frequent letters. Okay?” 

Ominis and Sebastian nod. 

Ava continues. “And you treat each other well. And you two treat Vera well. And Vera, you treat them both well, understood?” 

They flush crimson, but nod. 

Riley and Ava hug them all, an all-encompassing embrace that feels like home. Vera hopes it feels like home for Sebastian and Ominis, too. After all, that’s what it’s become for them. Home.

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[tomorrowxtogether]

Music BEOMGYU listens to, sings and writes

The TOMORROW X TOGETHER member shares his views on the power of music

Having grown up with music around him, BEOMGYU has since become an artist himself and takes on the role of DJ on his Weverse radio show, Beom’edio, to discuss his musical thoughts, feelings, and tastes with his listeners. You can tell how serious he takes music by how he carefully combs through lyrics to pick out songs that perfectly reflect the stories he hears from fans. BEOMGYU’s already been an idol for five years, but he’s still passionately exploring his musical side, looking to get better at playing guitar and writing songs. He lights up when he talks about the power of music, and wants to be the one to show people just how powerful it can be. As you’ll see below, BEOMGYU’s musical world keeps on growing up and outward.

A friendly, chill time with the host of Beom’edio BEOMGYU: Hosting a radio show was always a small dream of mine. I wanted to hear stories from listeners and give me thoughts on them, talk about my own experiences—just chill like that. I was on a number of radio shows after debuting, both as a one-time guest and over a few episodes, and that led to me setting myself a goal to have my own radio show some day. I don’t put in a huge about of prep for the broadcast—just get excited thinking about the stories I’ll get to hear and think about what I should tell them. I’ve seen MOA worry about me before, like, Is something wrong with BEOMGYU today? He looks a little down today. But it’s not like that—never. (laughs) I’m always pretty quiet when I’m not working on camera and even more so when the other members aren’t around. I keep reminding the fans that keeping things chill and low-key works nicely for me.

Choosing songs for MOA after a long, hard day BEOMGYU: I read people’s stories, look up lines from songs that have made me feel better in the past, and try to pick out the song that matches best to play. I recommend these songs to MOA after they’ve had a long, hard day in hopes that it’ll be a good way to bring it to a close. Sometimes just a single little song can be a huge source of relief after a really tough day, you know? And I really love hearing people talk about their lives. When I recorded the third episode of Beom’edio for my birthday, there were a lot of stories about birthday traditions I forgot about but that I’m sure I used to do, like eating seaweed soup. And I remember there was someone who talked about how they turned things around and wrote their parents a letter on their own birthday and their mom cried while reading it. I learn things from reading MOA’s stories and get wrapped up in their emotions, which I feel like gives me more emotional depth.

The feel-good beauty of comforting indie music BEOMGYU: When I was a trainee, I listened to “Photograph” by offonoff a lot, and practiced singing it, too. I would listen to it at night when I was alone and that helped calm me down. I really loved that. That’s when I started really getting into indie music. I still listen to it today. To me, indie music feels like it’s either really poetic or really straightforward. When I’m listening to music, or when I’m writing my own lyrics, I like a song where the words alone can make you feel better, even without any melody. A lot of the songs that gave me support when I felt anxious or down were indie songs, so I listened to a lot of them. That’s why I play indie music for MOA so often on Beom’edio.

Heo Hoy Kyung’s cover of “Anti-Romantic” BEOMGYU: I said on Beom’edio before how “I think the power of music is amazing.” When I experience emotional uncertainty, I really rely on the power of music. It can be especially tough being in unfamiliar places when traveling abroad. So, before I get on a plane or go up on stage, I need some alone time. And in times like that, I always listen to Heo Hoy Kyung. I was so happy when I saw recently that Heo Hoy Kyung sang a TOMORROW X TOGETHER song on Lee Hyori’s Red Carpet and talked about me. (laughs) She sang “Anti-Romantic,” and that song means a lot to me because I worked really hard on the lyrics and I feel emotional whenever I perform it. I was with my parents when she covered it, and I kept bragging and showing it to them. I listened to her cover on repeat until I fell asleep. (laughs) If I ever get to cover one of her songs, I’d like to try doing “So life goes on”!

Songs that bring BEOMGYU back to a special time BEOMGYU: My taste in music is heavily influenced by what I listened to with my dad when I was young—listening to ABBA songs like “Dancing Queen” and “I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do” early in the morning, or “Piano Man” by Billy Joel. Even now, whenever I listen to ABBA, I still picture waking up at three or four in the morning with my dad and driving to Taebaek. And my mom used to play IU’s album A Flower Bookmark on a speaker every morning. Whenever I hear songs from that album, I think about the times I woke up rubbing my eyes. That’s part of the reason why I bought a copy on vinyl. Sure, you can just listen to music, but it also makes memories last longer, you know? It makes them memorable. That’s what makes music so special.

BEOMGYU’s approach to songwriting BEOMGYU: When I write a song, I always, always, always draw on personal experience. When I go to write a song, if I can look at what it’s about and relate to it and go, I’ve thought that before, or, I’ve dealt with this before, then I can get really into writing about it, but I don’t really write about things I haven’t personally experienced. I don’t feel really confident about writing about emotions I haven’t personally felt. Everyone has their own approach to writing songs; this is just the style that’s worked for me so far. I don’t sit down to write songs—I’ll just be walking along or washing my hands in the bathroom when suddenly an idea hits me and I make a quick note on my phone or hum the melody and record it. I try to take my thoughts and feelings about my experiences and turn them into songs.

What BEOMGYU wants to preserve through his music BEOMGYU: It feels like lots of people are so busy living their lives that they completely miss out on the things right in front of them. Even me: Until just recently, I was so involved in the things I’m working on that I never properly got in touch with my parents or with my friends. But then, this year, I realized something. I’ve been in Seoul for something like seven or eight years now, and I feel like I’m missing out on so much. I need to look around myself more and take better care of the people around me. There’s a song by LANY about parents called “if this is the last time.” We always think of our moms and dads as these strong superheroes who always win in the end, but at some point you realize they’re getting older. I go down to Daegu once a year to see my parents, and every time I do and I see they’ve gotten a bit older, it really hurts to think about—because, even though everybody gets older, I wasn’t there to watch it happen and I couldn’t pay enough attention. And I want to preserve this realization I made earlier this year by writing a song about it.

A growing appreciation for “Skipping Stones” BEOMGYU: In a previous Weverse Magazine interview, I mentioned that “Skipping Stones” really lets me show off my vocals, but to be honest, I wasn’t confident about that from the start. When I heard we were going to have an indie song, I had no idea it was going to sound like that. It felt all new. It didn’t sound like what I’m used to hearing from indie. But SOOBIN absolutely loved it. That’s when I realized how many different styles there are within indie, and over time, I really came to love it.  And it sounded even better with our vocals. My vocal parts were higher than I usually sing, and it feels like the way I pushed myself to sing it actually brings out the emotion better. It doesn’t normally feel so emotional if the singer can effortlessly hit those high notes. (laughs)

Songwriting always begins with a guitar BEOMGYU: Guitar is one of those things I can never leave out of my music. And actually, every time I write a song, it always begins with the guitar. I honestly think songs without guitar in them feel flat. (laughs) There’s something comforting about an acoustic guitar—and electric guitars make you feel energetic. I’m still looking into guitar lessons, too. I’d love to keep taking lessons, but it’s hard to find time with all the promoting and touring, unfortunately. But I fell even more for the electric guitar while practicing the song “Wonder” for the latest concert. Learning to play electric guitar better would vastly widen the spectrum of music I could write, not to mention my ability to express those things on stage. I want to get better so that I have more to offer. Practicing guitar empties my head of distraction and instead fills it up with determination. (laughs) Like, I gotta do this.

Packing five years into minisode 3: TOMORROW BEOMGYU: Preparing for this comeback was the busiest we’ve ever been, without question. (laughs) All I was thinking about while recording the vocals was, I really have to do a good job here. I just thought, the better I do it, the better the message gets across. “Quarter Life” was the song off the album that most closely aligned with my tastes at first, but now I’m loving “Miracle” the most. “Quarter Life” is a unit track with Kai, TAEHYUN, and me, all of who love the sound of rock music, so we were extremely excited to try something like this. I actually thought about doing rock music with Kai all the time, and I wanted to do it with TAEHYUN too because he has such an amazing voice with a wide vocal range.

Shared tastes in music among the group members BEOMGYU: SOOBIN likes indie music, too, so he recommends a lot of songs to me. He’ll send me, like, three songs and then two days later come ask me, “Did you listen?!” But the truth is, I don’t always check them out right away. (laughs) If I say, “No yet,” he pushes me, like, “Just listen already! Listen to them right now!” (laughs) SOOBIN’s really broadened my taste in indie. Sometimes when I’m with him and see how he listens to music, I think, Wow—this guy really loves his indie. Of all the songs he’s sent me, my favorite was Kim Hyunchang’s song “Nothing but Morning,” which I talked about on Beom’edio. I think Kai and I click musically too. Both of us used to play instruments and we love rock music.

Speaking up through indie music BEOMGYU: I’ve mentioned before that I have a personal goal where “I hope I can engage in indie music in the future.” While I do work on and put a lot of thought into TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s music, I’m also constantly thinking about what my music is like. So, when I have a little more time and my skill levels improve a bit, I want to think about what kind of music it is I truly want to do and try to write my own music. Learning guitar is another part of that dream. Those songs you hear where they play the guitar and softly, softly sing about the things they want to say, and they make you feel good? That’s the kind of music I want to make. Music that says what I want to say.

#txt #tomorrow x together #240408 #weverse magazine #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #weverse

[its-your-mind]

Taliesin: Percy's right there, what did you expect me to do? He knew. He had no illusions.

Thinkin about Percy laying in bed at night (alone watching over Whitestone while his wife is presumably off doing world-saving shit) thinking about that annoying as SHIT earth genasi punk who keeps popping up, insults and mocks him, shows outright contempt for his authority, and so very clearly has no idea what the hell they’re doing.

Percy’s probably top three smartest CR characters, and not only that, he’s an engineer. He knows a formula, a pattern, when he sees one - haphazard group of cast-offs and overpowered nobodies trying to save the world? Walking into rooms full of powerful and important people they don’t quite know how to act around? Succeeding and surviving through dumb luck, sheer force of will, and the strong family connections they’ve forged with each other? He knows this story. Hell, he made a cuckoo clock of this story.

And while he and Ashton might be complete opposites on the surface, he knows how it feels to have the kind of family who you’re constantly running with side-by-side into danger. He knows loss. He knows exactly how heavy a weight the responsibility of “saving the world” is.

So when the Hells walk in holding a shard of a titan, bearing news that Ashton is holding one inside already? When Allura tells them that the power that’s already inside Ashton just needs something to awaken it? When Ashton sits down with her to have a serious conversation for the first time Percy’s witnessed? They talk about drawing power into yourself, unknown effects, a power too dangerous to be allowed in the world for too long, that could be used for morally reprehensible things…

And a person who has so very clearly been ravaged by life just as much as Percy had by the time he was their age. At least all the visible consequences Percy had had to deal with was the white hair - he could pass that off as premature aging. Ashton wears their damage on their body, up their arm, across their face. Their skull is translucent, for gods’ sakes.

And now, Bells Hells has to save the world. And here in front of them is an ancient shard of a titan, and the means to absorb its power. Ashton already has two of the foundational powers of Exandria in their body - a shard of the Empress of Earth, and a piece of the Luxon. Based on what Allura has said, it’s a miracle their body still holds together at all.

Percy is good at noticing patterns.

Someone who has been shown some of the worst parts of the world without any opportunity to heal properly from their past. Visibly damaged, but with their chin held high and an eyebrow raised to the world, as if daring someone to comment on it. Someone who, by all rights, should have been dead already. Someone who doesn’t have a choice but to keep living.

Offered power. The chance to make a difference, to achieve your goals, using and building on the talents and traits you already have. No clear understanding of what accepting this power may mean for you. Not caring all that much either. Being willing to sacrifice yourself in pursuit of a singular goal.

Who else does that sound like?

I wonder if some part of him almost stepped in and removed temptation. Locked the funnel away, told Allura to take the shard and go, sent the Hells off in a rush, without giving them time to remember the burning shard sitting on his worktable. Spared someone else the curse ability to make this choice at all. But of course, it’s not his job to stand between a reckless stranger and their own stupidity, especially not when the world is at stake.

So when Ashton walks up those ziggurat stairs? When they are the one to send everyone but Fearne away, to request “privacy,” multiple times? Of course Percy knows what they’re about to do.

Going off alone to take a risk onto yourself so it won’t hurt your family? Not telling them because you don’t trust that they’ll let you do what needs to be done? Accepting power into yourself without understanding exactly what it is you’re getting into?

Allowing only one person to see you broken and vulnerable?

How ironic that Cassandra volunteered the ziggurat as a staging ground. The same tunnels where Orthax was destroyed will now bear witness to the birth (or failed emergence) of a new kind of explosive elemental power. Something new to be fashioned of fire and earth. Something never before seen in Exandria. A new creation that will have the power to change the fate of the entire world.

#c3e77 #critical role #bells hells #percy de rolo #vox machina #cr1 spoilers #c1 spoilers #cr3 spoilers #c3 spoilers #ashton greymoore #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii

[fandom-go-round]

Recovering Together: Reader x Diasomnia

The last two weeks had been rough to say the least. 8 hours days turned into 12, 16 and even more if you weren’t careful. It was draining; physically, emotionally, socially. You’re sure you would have Overblotted if magic was an option. It hurts more because it’s been so long without seeing your partner. Now, finally, you have a moment to breathe and they’re determined to show you how much they’ve missed you.

Small snippets of the boys taking care of you when it’s hard to take care of yourself.

Warnings: Trauma (Emotional), Physically Exhaustion, Self-Doubt, Implied Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms (Reader), Crying, Comfort, Intense Emotions, Overworked Reader, Implied Fighting, Breaking Down

Malleus-

           Malleus has never been the best at keeping track of time. Not for lack of trying but just because time passes so differently for the fae. It takes him a few days to notice that you haven’t been meeting him for your nightly walks and then another few to realize he hasn’t seen you in the halls. You always go out of your way to say hello to him and it’s a comfort that he misses.

           He keeps an eye out for you the next day and even though he sees your friends, you are nowhere to be found. Malleus doesn’t think anything of it when he approaches Ace and Deuce, even as the two of them look like they want to bolt.

           “Trappola. Spade. A word, if you would.” Neither of them makes any move to run and Malleus smiles, pleased that they are willing to speak to him.

           “Y-yes sir!?” Deuce is the one brave enough to ask, even as it comes out harsh. Ace immediately elbows him to shut up but Malleus ignores him, knowing the two of them are just like this.

           “Do you know where the Prefect is? I have not seen them and was wondering where they had gotten to.” The two of them tense at question and he narrows his eyes. “You will tell me.” They flinch at the commanding tone, sharing a look between them. Finally, Ace straightens up and scowls, face determined.

           “You sure you want to know?” His question isn’t a challenge but Malleus takes it as one, smirking as he looms over them, a hint of green flames at his mouth (neither notice).

           “Tell me everything.” Ace gives a determined nod and begins to explain.

It doesn’t take much, honestly, to get the two ranting. Crowley’s been running you ragged and it’s taking everything you have to hang on. You were skipping class to try and catch up on work and sleep and the more Malleus hears, the angrier he gets. No wonder he hasn’t seen you; survival has been your focus. The two finish up their story and Malleus thanks them, half realizing that it’s storming outside. He finishes up the rest of a day in a fog, heading over to Ramshakle right after class. Well, after stopping by and seeing Crowley as well. It’s not a long conversation but it gets the point across.

You’re half-awake when you open the door and are surprised to see Malleus there. Rain water drips from his horns and his eyes are intense but the rest of his face relaxes when he sees you. You let him in without thinking, his hands going up to cup your face.

“Child of man. I have missed you.” Your eyes go wide at his words and you smile, patting his hands gently.

“I’ve missed you too.” He smiles at your words before getting serious again, looking straight into your eyes.

“I have spoken with Crowley; you are released from your duties until farther notice.” You laugh a little in shock, doing your best not to cry. He’s concerned but keeps his eyes locked on your smile and how relieved it looks.

“Want to eat ice cream with me?” He knows logically that you shouldn’t, that you should rest and eat something healthy. It doesn’t stop him from leaning closer and kissing your forehead.

“Nothing else would bring me joy.”

 Silver-

           It’s not often that Silver is awake in a way that makes everything sharp and crisp. Sure, he can stay awake like everyone else but there’s a lingering fog, just beyond reach. Today is different; he feels like he has more energy and it’s easy to focus on the things he wants to do. Right now, that’s you, asleep under a tree.

           He sees the irony in him being the one awake while you sleep but the thought leaves quickly. It’s easy to see the circles under your eyes and your skin seems duller, not as smooth as usual. Silver knows that you’ve been running around campus doing something for the last two weeks but there aren’t a lot of details about specifically what. You’ve been too busy running around to explain and Crowley isn’t keen on throwing himself under the bus.

           Silver makes his way over to you, kneeling down to look you over. You’re completely out and a ping of worry washes over him. There’s no way you can defend yourself like this; your body has made you sleep.

           His fingers are gentle as he brushes your cheek and then leans down to kiss your cheek. He takes a seat next to you and smiles when you immediately lean on his shoulder, letting out a happy sigh. Sleep, for once, doesn’t tug at him and Silver is thankful. His animal friends soon make an appearance, crowding around him to talk and play. He enjoys watching you sleep as well, your face soft and peaceful.

           Time passes quickly as you dream. More than once, Silver has seen Crowley poke his head over a bush, clearly looking for you. He makes no move to wave to Headmaster over, content to let the man think Silver is by himself. You’ve been working so hard; you deserve time to yourself and to recover. He wants to defend you as you sleep, let you dream peacefully and without being disturbed. Right now, he can be your knight in shining armor.

 Sebek-

           “HUMAN!” Sebek’s voice is hard to miss on any day of the week but right now it’s impossible. You lean back a little, moaning in your mind about your poor ears. What’s odd about this situation, however, is that he’s standing by the gate to Ramshakle. You give Sebek a small wave, stopping a few feet from him.

           “Morning Sebek, how are you?” You offer a half smile, ignoring the way his scowl gets bigger. As much as you enjoy spending time with him (and you do, truly), you’re going to need to keep moving if you want to make it to class on time. You take a step down, intending to go around him but stop as he steps into your path. You can’t stop your eyebrows from going up as you try to side step him and, once again, he blocks your way. “What are you doing?”

           “This is an intervention!” His voice is still loud but at a more manageable level. You’re so happy that he’s not as loud that you don’t register his words at first.

           “An intervention?” You’re defiantly confused and scowl as he continues to block your path. Sebek smirks and pushes his chest out, something that would be cute except that you’re going to get into trouble.

           “Yes! It has come to my attention that you, human, are being overworked!” He pauses as if you’re going to gasp in surprise and thank him for his deduction skills. Instead you nod, crossing your arms.

           “Yup. Totally.” You agree, snickering a little as his face falls. “What about it?”

           “It is unacceptable! The Young Master will worry if you fall ill, therefore it is my responsibility to make sure you are properly cared for!” Sebek’s face starts to go a little pink halfway through his explanation but he doesn’t stop, feet firmly planted like you’re going to try and rush him.

           It’s sweet, in a very Sebek kind of way. He can’t admit that he’s worried about you but it’s easy to see it in his eyes. You debate internally and finally end up shrugging to yourself. Who are you to argue with him?

           “Works for me.” He seems shocked that you’ve agreed so quickly and you laugh a little. “Honestly Sebek, I’m exhausted so I’m not going to fight you on this one.”

           “Of course not! You would lose!” He’s quick to jump back to being smug, walking towards you and offering his arm. “Come! I will escort you back to Ramshakle; who knows what kind of issues you run into, being a weak human.” You want to tease him about the walk but decide to let it go. If he wants to be your knight today he’s welcome to; hopefully he can stop yelling long enough for you to take a nap.

 Lilia-

           It’s so hard to stay awake. You know you should be sleeping but you want something else. Anything else, besides the pattern of work-sleep-eat you’ve gotten into. He said he was going to visit tonight and you don’t want to miss it. Miss him.

           The sound of the window opening has you jerking up in bed, eyes half open. It hurts to keep them open but you need to check. You had dozed off.

           “Hello darling.” Lilia’s voice is soft in the night and you say something back, even if the words aren’t clear. His eyes half glow in the dark and you watch as he floats his way over. He looks the same as always and that’s a comfort as much as it makes you sad. It feels like it’s been forever since you’ve seen him.

           You lean away as he reaches out to cup your face and you both freeze. You want to curl into a ball and disappear; you know that if he touches you, you’re going to start wailing. You don’t want to cry; you haven’t seen him in a week and the last thing you want to do is just start bawling. You want to talk and hang out and spend time together.

           “I’m sorry.” You apologize without thinking, voice thick and Lilia clicks his tongue, shaking his head. His eyes go through a few different emotions before settling on something that makes you warm.

           “Don’t apologize my love, nothing to apologize for. I’m happy to see you.” He smiles brightly as he leans his head on his palm, floating next to the bed. Your heart clenches, something soft and squishy being exposed.

           “I missed you.” You whisper to him and don’t lean away this time, letting him cup your cheek. Whatever else you wanted to say dissolves into sobs as he brushes his thumb over your cheeks. There’s no way to stop once you’ve started; you feel like you’re yelling out in pain in the only way you can, raw and unfiltered. You feel more animal than person.

           Lilia doesn’t retreat at you’re wailing or tears, pulling the covers back to slide into bed next to you. He makes no comment at your near nakedness but as he holds you close you revel in the skin to skin contact. It only makes you cry harder and through it all he whispered soft words in your ear.

           “Rest now, I have you. You’ve done so well, get as much rest as your need.” You don’t fight the pull of sleep this time, knowing that Lilia would stay right next to you.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #malleus x reader #silver x reader #sebek x reader #lilia x reader #malleus draconia x reader #silver #sebek zigvolt x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #twst malleus #twst silver #twst sebek #twst lilia #twst imagine #twst imagines #twst diasomnia #twst headcanons #hurt comfrot #emotional support

[skzhocomments]

Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 8 - A proper new beginning (FINAL CHAPTER)

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

PART I - The Black Iris

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Chapter 7 (Previous chapter)

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 8 - A proper new beginning (FINAL CHAPTER)

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~2 months later~

“Yes, just like that, baby.” Chris moans softly as he feels Emilia swallowing his length down her throat. “You’re the best.”

Emilia hums in acknowledgment, gently scratching Chan’s thighs with her nails.

“Shit, I’m gonna burst if you keep that up. Come on, baby, let me feel you too.” He puts his right hand on her head, trying to stop her from sucking the soul out of him.

“I can’t help myself when you taste so good.” Emilia says after finally pulling back.

“Let me return the favour, love.”

“No need, just come here.” She puts her arms around his neck and pulls him back down with her on the bed, on top.

“Really? Are you already that wet for me?” He smirks.

“Mhm, daddy.” Emilia smirks as well, and Chris blushes. “You’re so cute when you get shy.”

“Cute is the last thing I want to be when you’re under me like this.” He looks at Emilia fondly and wastes no more time entering her.

She bites her bottom lip and holds back a moan, but when Chris presses his lips against her neck, sucking on the sweet spot he so conveniently remembers, she can’t help herself anymore.

“So good for me.” Chris praises, moving steadily in and out of her.

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Emilia. Cum for me, will you, love?”

Emilia nods shortly before feeling the waves of her orgasm take over completely. It’s always been like this with Chris; he knows exactly how to kiss her, how to move, and what to say to get her to come undone.

He follows her soon after and releases inside of her, confessing his love to her over and over again.

“Go get me some Plan B tomorrow, I can’t go through another pregnancy.” Emilia says a few minutes later after they’ve cleaned up.

She is now laying on his chest just as she used to do when they first fell in love, and she’s never felt more at peace.

“I didn’t get to witness the first one, though. It’s not fair.”

“Sucks to be you.” She chuckles, and Chan tuts.

“Which reminds me. Ivy’s 4 already. Have you looked into kindergartens?”

“Ugh, I know I have to, I just… I’m a bit anxious to be away from her.”

“You don’t seem too anxious now.” Chan remarks with a smirk. For the past 2 months, ever since they made up, they spent no nights apart.

“She’s always had her own room, so she doesn’t mind sleeping alone.”

“You raised her well.”

“Thanks, and now it’s time for you to take over. I’ve been thinking…”

“Yeah? About what?”

“She’s still calling you Chris.”

“Yeah. She’s a cutie, can’t even pronounce the r right.” Chan chuckles.

“Wouldn’t dad sound better? I think she’s old enough to learn the truth, and I’m also ready…”

Chan smiles and kisses the top of her head.

“Wooyoung will be pissed.” He chuckles.

“Well, he’ll probably still be daddy to her, since he’ll stick around.”

“I know. I do owe him a lot, so don’t get me wrong. I’m not mad or anything.”

“Good. Don’t be.” She lifts her head to peck his lips, and then falls back down on his shoulder.

“Emilia, I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve been following some suspicious activity for the past 2 years. Someone has been trying to revive The Scarlet Rose.”

“What?” She asks surprised and raises her head again to check if Chris just tried to tell a funny joke.

Unfortunately, he looks serious.

“They re-recruited people through the newspapers, but they started a more hands-on approach lately. Jisung and Iris have been investigating, and apparently, your former boss had a son out of wedlock. No one knew about it, so it was easy to keep him hidden and train him to take over someday.”

“Shit. That’s… unbelievable.”

“Yeah. We thought we finished them off by killing the boss and his closest associates. We’ve been sloppy.”

“So… what are we going to do about it?”

“Changbin, Minho and I have been working closely to set up a plan to blow them up and finish them off properly this time. We want to go through with it sometime next month, if we manage to find their location.”

Emilia stays silent.

“I’m sorry for not telling you any sooner. I just… I kept putting it off.”

“Why?”

“Because… you will want to join, and I… what if something happens to you?” Chris frowns.

“Then, what if something happens to you? Or were you willing to sit this one out and let your friends fight the war on their own?”

“Of course not… all of us are involved in this.”

“Do Wooyoung and San know about this mission?”

“No… I haven’t told them either.”

“Well, I don’t know about Wooyoung, but I’m sure San would have a few choice of words to tell his old mafia.”

“Is there really no way to prevent you from joining somehow?”

“Chris, we will do this together. Let’s pair up and take care of each other this time, okay?”

“Okay. Let’s have a meeting tomorrow and sort it out.”

~

“So, let me get this straight, even if you took care of those bastards, they still found a way to get back on track?” Wooyoung asks.

“Yes. Those fucking roses, can’t get rid of them!” Changbin curses.

“So, what’s the plan, boss?” San asks, eyeing Chan.

“We have a plan, but…”

“But?”

“Going head-on wouldn’t be a problem.” Minho starts. “But there’s still that issue with their current location.”

“What issue?” Wooyoung asks.

“We discovered three of their possible headquarters, but can’t be sure which one of them they actually reside in. All of them are guarded, so if we pick the wrong one and fail, not only would the new boss get alerted, but there might also be pointless casualties on our side.”

“It’s not our style to go unprepared.” Seungmin adds.

“What if there’s another way? Something similar to last time?” Emilia looks around the table. “When we planned Project Thrips, Boss had a big party to celebrate a really important trade. Maybe his son will do the same to officially establish his position within the Mafia, and we’d find out where the party is held.”

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Iris adds with a nod.

“That would be amazing. We just need all of them - or at least most - to be there in the house while we plant our explosives, and BOOM!” Changbin mimics the explosion with his hands.

“I agree with all of you, but how would we find it out this time? We no longer have any inside man to do the job for us.” Minho asks.

“I could try to infiltrate their mafia somehow…” Hyunjin suggests, but it’s quickly shut down by everyone around the table.

“San, what about the man that saved you?” Emilia asks in a hopeful tone, moment when San’s face brightens up.

“It’s a long shot, but I’ll try to get in touch with him.”

“That’s dangerous. How do we know if we can trust him?” Changbin rejects the idea, before quickly adding “I meant that man, not you, San. We’re cool.”

“Sure, brother.” San laughs. “The thing is, that man was following the Boss’ orders only because he was indebted to him somehow… I told you, he’s all about favours and returning favours, not so much about loyalty per-se. I don’t know if he made the run for it after you guys killed Boss, or if he decided to stick by his son as well…”

“Only one way to know. I will find him.” Jisung stands up immediately and heads towards his office. San nods and stands up as well, following him out of the room.

“So, depending on what these two find out, there’s either Plan A – go berserk to all locations and try to kill everyone until we get to the new leader, or Plan B – Project Thrips Pt. II, where we find out their exact location, plant our bombs and watch the place burn.” Momo says.

“What’s sure, though, is that we need to get rid of them, otherwise they might become a bigger problem later on.” Felix butts in.

“Let’s kill them all.”

~

~two weeks later~

“Chris, higher, higher!” Ivy exclaims while stomping her little feet in the air.

“Ivy, what do we say when we ask someone to do something for us?” Emilia scolds.

“Pleaaaseee.”

“Oh my, you’re so polite. Since you asked so nicely…” Chris replies, pushing her swing more.

Ivy laughs happily while going higher, until eventually Chris slows the swing down.

“Noooo!”

“Now, now, we don’t want you to fall, do we, baby?”

“Why? Will it hurt?”

“Yes, it would.” Chris pouts.

“Ivy, mommy wants to tell you something.” Emilia approaches the swing and squats down in front of the little girl.

“What is it mommy?”

“Do you like Chris?”

“Yes! I love him!”

Emilia smiles.

“Well, baby, I have something to tell you. Come here.” She urges her to come closer with her finger, and Ivy squirms with excitement and leans down, almost pressing her ear against Emilia’s mouth.

She whispers something that Chris can’t hear to her daughter, and the moment she is done, Ivy starts giggling. She stands up and throws herself against Chan, who is barely able to catch her in time, so she doesn’t fall, and he picks her up in his arms.

“I love you, daddy.” Ivy says, hugging him, and Chris is left bewildered.

Sure, he’s talked about this with Emilia before, but he didn’t expect Ivy to be so receptive or start calling him something different so fast, and although he wanted nothing more than Ivy to know that he is her father, he thought he was content with being called Chris, and not dad.

Until now, that is, for the moment the words left her little lips, his heart swelled up in his chest and he felt tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

“I love you too, baby.” He kisses her cheek, and Emilia can’t help herself but hug both of them tightly.

She’s never been happier.

~

~one month later~

“Preparations are finally complete. Let’s recap.” Chris starts with a clap of his hands.

“I don’t like the sense of déjà-vu this is giving me.” Momo shakes her head and Emilia starts laughing.

“Don’t interrupt him. He might grow a second head and eat the table and everyone around it.” Felix chuckles, making Chris roll his eyes.

“Very mature, guys. Come on, this mission is important.”

“How do we know that we can trust San’s guy?” Changbin frowns. “What if no one will be inside when we get there?”

“We don’t know. That’s the beauty of this mission. We’re starting with Plan B and hoping that the man is not loyal to the Scarlet Rose’s new boss, and in case things go awry, we switch to Plan A and fight everyone that’s present. If there’s no one there to fight, we call it a day and come back home.” Minho shrugs.

“Okay, now stop talking.” Chris claps his hands again. “Team 1 goes to the East side of the mansion. This is me, Emilia, San and Hyunjin. Team 2 takes the West entrance: Momo, Changbin, Felix and Jeongin. Team three is made out of Minho and Iris who will infiltrate the mansion through the North wing. Team 4 stays outside the South side since it’s the least guarded, and keeps their eyes on us: Wooyoung, Seungmin, Jisung. Our other men will be close in case we can’t plant the bombs and need reinforcements. All clear?”

“Sure thing, boss.” San nods.

“Let’s finish them, once and for all.”

“Let’s blow their place up!” Felix smirks excitedly.

~

“Nervous?” Chan asks Emilia in the car as he notices her checking her weapon.

“No, just making sure I have bullets on me this time.” She chuckles.

“No longer making the same mistakes, huh?” Hyunjin smirks.

“Exactly, tomato head.”

“He’s a pretty good-looking tomato, not gonna lie.” San shrugs.

“Thanks, man. Right back at you.” Hyunjin friendly pats San’s thigh once, and the two start laughing.

“I see you’re totally settled in.” Emilia mocks.

“How could I not, when my darling lives there as well?” San asks with a bright smile and grabs her hands, and Chan clears his throat.

They park the car a bit further away in the forest surrounding the potential new house of the Scarlet Rose and slowly start approaching the villa on foot. Hyunjin climbs in a tree nearby and, as decided, sets up to surveil the area with his sniper.

Chris, San and Emilia manage to take down the guards at the East gate and successfully make their way throughout the gardens. If their informant has been right, about 5 more men should be stationed at the entrance of the house, patrolling around.

“Sure enough, five guards.” Hyunjin taps on the microphone on his ear to inform his teammates of what he’s observing through the sniper lens.

“Thanks, Hyun.” Chan replies. “We’re advancing towards the house.”

“I’ll cover.”

“San, you go to the right. Try to not let any of them see you. Emilia and I will take care of them and then head to the left and try to get in through the third window on the ground floor.”

San nods and grabs Emilia’s hand, making her turn around.

“Be safe, Emi”

“You too. I love you, San.”

“Let’s go on a date when this is over.” He chuckles, and Emilia playfully slaps his arm. She knows that San is just joking around. In the past months, they’ve talked a lot about their feelings, and figured out that they care way more about each other as best friends than as anything else. The years helped San realise that his feelings were never romantic; he simply had a strong urge to protect her and cared so much about her, his younger naive self mistook it for romantic love, when it had always been platonic.

San even went on a couple of dates with Momo, but it didn’t work out that well, so now he’s turned his attention to Hyunjin, much to Wooyoung’s annoyance, who is sporting the biggest crush on San but has no confidence to actually do something about it.

Emilia finds it all amusing.

They bid each other farewell and promise to meet as soon as possible, when the mission is over.

They hug tightly before parting ways, and Emilia and Chris carefully start walking through the gardens, hiding themselves behind bushes and trees.

“You take that one.” She mouths to Chan, pointing to one of the guards that’s closing the distance between them. “I’ll take the other.”

Chan nods briefly and steps away from the tree, hitting the guard swiftly behind his neck, making him pass out in one move.

“Nice.” Emilia smiles and applauds him silently.

“Your turn.” Chan whispers.

She crouches down and picks up one of the syringes in her pockets, blowing it through a tube. It hits the guard in the thigh, and he curses briefly before looking down at his leg.

By the time he realises what happened, he grows dizzy and falls to the ground.

“Wooyoung and Jeongin working together on sedatives is pretty scary.” Chris affirms, hitting the guard with his leg to check if he’s really passed out.

“They seem to get along well.” Emilia chuckles.

“Stop flirting and move along, there’s 3 more right in front of you. They’re having a cigarette break or something.” Hyunjin speaks right in their ears.

“Should we take them all out?” Chris taps on his earpiece.

“Yeah, they look distracted. I can also shoot if you want me to.”

“No need. It would only attract attention. Let’s go, Emi.”

“Shit, I’m a bit wary of body combat.”

“You trained with Minho every day. Have some faith in yourself.”

“I still can’t take you on in a fight.” She frowns, and Chris chuckles.

“No, but I doubt these guys are on my level, love. You can start training with me after this mission, if you want.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now let’s go.”

They move quietly and, after a few deep breaths, they get out of hiding and jump the three guards who are completely taken aback. They don’t have enough time to draw their guns as Chris relentlessly starts attacking two of them, and Emilia takes care of the third.

“You’re a pretty tough guy, aren’t you?” She asks breathlessly after hitting the guy with all her force a few times.

“A weak girl like you could never win against me.” The man chuckles lowly and launches on her, but she is quicker. Even if she’s never been that good at body combat, what she’s always been good at was tricking people into doing exactly what she wanted them to.

As he jumps to hit her, she manages to grab one of the syringes from her pockets and sticks it deeply in his arm, at the cost of a punch that misses the real target - her jaw - and lands in her chest.

The pain is so strong, she can’t breathe for a few seconds, and she thinks in horror about the bruise that will form there, as the man falls unconscious to the ground.

“I don’t have to be stronger than you. I just have to be smarter.” She says with a smirk.

“Emi, a little bit of help here!” Chris shouts, making her turn around just in time to see him get hit in the stomach by one of the two men.

She doesn’t have enough time to come closer as Chris lands a strong punch in that guy’s temple, making him go unconscious as well. The other was already laying down on the ground.

“What did you need help for? You took them both out.”

“Oh, I didn’t need any. I just wanted you to see how cool I am when I’m fighting.”

“You still got hit.” She chuckles and pecks his lips.

“Oh, my. It hurts so bad you’re going to have to take care of me when we get back.” He smirks against her lips.

“You two are disgusting. Can’t you wait until you get home?” Hyunjin says through the earpiece, making the two laugh.

“Hyun’s right. Let’s go do our part and withdraw.” Emilia grabs Chan’s hand and they both start walking slowly towards the third window of the mansion.

Chan kneels down on one knee to allow Emilia to lift herself up using him, and then, she helps him up as well.

“Sky, how’s it going?”

“Team 3 is in. San already planted his bomb. Team 2 is still fighting. Need me to connect you to anyone?”

“No. We’re planting the bomb then going to find the new boss.”

“Be careful.”

Emilia takes out the small device from her pocket and they find a spot in the bookshelf in the room to place it securely.

“Momo challenged herself with these things. Brilliant idea.” She praises, unable to understand how such a small thing would be able to cause a big explosion.

“Right?” Chris smiles. “Our team only has the best.”

“You picked them well.” She smiles back. “Okay. We’ve done the easy part. Now… we have to find the new boss.” Emilia’s voice falls, and she starts getting anxious.

Infiltrating a house is never hard, but since they are unsure of their source, they decided to also look for the boss to confirm the boss is actually there.

“Before we go…” Chan starts. “Last time we had a mission together, you told me something. I feel like it’s time I tell you this, too. Emilia, we don’t know how today might go, so I just wanted you to know that I’ll always be on your side, no matter what.”

Emilia smiles.

“I know that already, Chris.” She kisses him, and when they part, they take a few moments to look into each other’s eyes. “And I on yours.”

“I know. I love you.” Chris places his hands on the sides of her face and kisses her again, deeper this time.

It’s hard for him to pull back, unaware of how tonight might go, so he makes sure to kiss her as if it would be the last time he’d get the chance to.

It might be.

“Now, let’s go.” He says after reluctantly breaking the kiss, and she nods.

They open the door and exit in the hallway on the ground floor. Multiple voices can be heard from all around them, signalling that the mansion is full.

“Maybe it would be better to just leave. We’ve already planted our bomb.” Emilia grabs Chan’s hand to stop him, but he shakes his head.

“We must do it better this time around. Besides, what if the others aren’t successful in planting their bombs? He might get away without a scratch. We can’t let that happen. He might not even be here.” Chris speaks, trying to sound convincing enough.

Truth be told, he’d much rather abandon the mission while both Emilia and him are still alive and well, but he knows he can’t.

“Damn, why are there so many people h-”

“Shh.” Chris covers her mouth with his hand and looks at her in panic. Someone is getting closer to them. They hold their breaths as they enter a random room, that’s thankfully empty.

“That was close.” Emilia whispers.

“We have to be careful. The boss’ room should be on the first floor if San’s informant is right, and in order to get there…”

“There’s four more rooms to pass until the staircase.”

“Shit.” Chris curses. “Okay… we can do this.”

Emilia grabs his hand and feels her chest get tight, unsure if it’s because of the impending sense of doom, or if it’s the result of the hit she received earlier.

They wait for a few more seconds before going back in the hallway and they try to control the anxiety rising in their chests. The breathing is the hardest to control, but they can’t be loud. Not now, when being discovered would equal certain death. No matter how skilled they both are, they couldn’t possibly escape a hallway of death while surrounded by armed enemies from all sides.

Through sheer luck, they manage to pass by the 4 rooms without anyone bumping into them in the hallway or noticing them passing in front of the doors, and they find the stairs.

They open each door on the first floor but find no one inside, until they finally get to the last door. They pray and pray that the boss is in the mansion in his room, and not on the ground floor in the living room with his guests, or even worse, in one of the other two mansions, and once they open the last door, they are relieved to notice that their prayers have been answered.

However, things can never go so smoothly.

A gun is pointed right at Chris as soon as he steps into the room, and he doesn’t get the chance to prevent Emilia from following him inside. The door closes behind them as soon as she does.

“Who are you? Why have you come here?!” The man inside raises his voice just as Emilia enters and sees San on the ground, beaten to a pulp, with a pool of blood under him.

“Oh my God!” She exclaims in horror.

“Answer!”

“Chris, where are you? San confirmed earlier that the boss is in his room, so you no longer need to go to check. We’re blowing them up. Team 2 confirmed they’re done. Setting up the countdown now. You have 5 minutes to get out.” Seungmin announces through the earpiece, but it’s too late. They’re already there. San is already there and lost the battle against the boss.

“We came to do what’s right.” Chris answers eventually, feeling anxious and unsure, but not letting it show. The situation doesn’t look too promising. He doesn’t know if San is dead or alive, but by the looks of it, he’s not very hopeful.

He also doesn’t know how to avoid getting shot in such a compromising position. He can only pray the man has shit aim.

“And what is that supposed to mean? Don’t tell me, you’re the bastards that killed my father!”

“And proud.” Chris chuckles. “Now we came for you. Your whole mansion is surrounded by our men. Even if you somehow kill us, there’s no way out for you. You’re all done.”

The boss contemplates Chan’s words for a few moments, before bursting out into a maniac laughter.

“Well, if I am to die anyway, let’s go to hell together.” The man screams at the top of his lungs and presses on the trigger, shooting Chris right in the chest.

Emilia’s eyes go wide as her lover falls to the ground in front of her, and her reactions have never been quicker. With her gun already in her hands, it’s easy enough to point and shoot that man, who instantly lets go of his pistol and grips the wound frantically with his hands, trying to stop the bleeding.

She’s never felt worse, and she hates the déjà vu feeling this whole situation gives her. It’s just like five years ago, when Hyo shot Felix in front of her eyes.

Once again, she is powerless, and she couldn’t prevent it from happening. Both San and Chris are on the floor, heavily wounded, and she doesn’t know what to do, who to help first.

Damn, why did they come to this mansion?

Why?

Why did things have to go like this?

She starts shaking uncontrollably as her eyes swell up with tears, and she kneels down next to Chris to check the damage. He’s closer than San, and while San’s been bleeding for a while, Chris has just been shot, so maybe, just maybe, there’s something she can still do.

“Chris! Oh God!” She exclaims while grabbing him and raising his head from the ground, but to her surprise, he sits up himself with a groan.

“Ugh, it feels like I’ve been hit with a baseball bat.” He touches the place on his chest where the bullet hit him.

Emilia looks confused for a second, before Chris starts talking again with difficulty. His brows are furrowed and his jaw is clenched, but still, he manages to stand up on his own holding the painful spot on his chest.

“Bulletproof vest. I’m not repeating Felix’s mistakes.”

“You idiot! I was so scared!” She cries out and stands up as well, hugging him tightly.

“I’m alright, fuck.” He pets the back of her head to comfort her. “Is he dead?” He points at the man hunched on the floor, and Emilia realises she hasn’t checked. She’s sure she’s hit him, but…

“Three minutes and the place explodes. Did you get out yet?”

They ignore Seungmin’s question as she stands up and goes to the man that’s hurling in pain.

“You bitch… who the fuck are you and how dare you-” He turns around to look at Emilia, then cowers in fear at her expression; her eyes are darker than the black of her hair, and her bright red lips turn into a sadistic smirk.

“Just a scarlet rose that’s withered completely. Now, go see your dad in hell, you bastard.” She shoots him one more time, ending his life.

“We have to get out now, Emi.” Chris grabs her hand. “Let’s-”

“What about San? I’m not leaving him behind for the second time.” She cuts him off with haste, running towards the man on the floor.

“Of course not. I was just about to say that we should grab him together and get out of here.”

Just then, steps start being heard from the corridor, making the couple turn their heads at the door.

“Shit, they’re coming this way. What do we do?” Emilia looks at Chan with panic in her eyes.

“Two minutes. Guys, we’re getting worried. Everyone’s here except for the three of you in Team 1.”

“Coming out now, Sky. We have to jump from the first floor.” Chris touches his earpiece and speaks hastily.

“What?!”

“Make sure you come get us. San’s hurt.”

Emilia helps Chan lift San’s body up. They are still not sure whether he’s dead or alive, but it doesn’t matter. Even if she had to drag his lifeless body out, she would. There’s no way in hell she’s leaving him here to die with these bastards.

“We jump at 3, okay? 1, 2…” Just then, the door opens, and Chris turns back and smirks before the three of them jump out the window.

“One minute! Are you out?!”

“Yes, come help us, fuck.”

A black van pulls right next to the mansion, and Wooyoung and Jisung run out, helping the three of them inside. They start driving away immediately, before the other guards have time to gather outside.

“Thank God you’re back, the place will blow up in 20 seconds.” Jisung speaks.

“Are you hurt?” Chris grabs Emilia’s hand to get her attention, as she was anxiously looking over at Wooyoung examining San.

“No,” she shakes her head, “my legs hurt a bit but I doubt it’s anything serious. You?”

“I’m good.”

“How’s San?” Emilia asks in panic, looking again at Wooyoung, who sighs with relief.

“No gunshots. Nothing too serious. Thank God. He’s just unconscious.”

“But there was so much blood…” She frowns.

“Nosebleed. He’s fine.”

“Do you think-” She starts again, but gets interrupted by a powerful explosion sound.

“Sky, connect me to Team 2 and Hyunjin.” Chris instructs Seungmin, who nods and follows the orders immediately.

“What is it, Boss?”

“Let’s meet up so Jeongin can come in this car and nurse San with Wooyoung. Hyunjin, I need your car.”

They do as commanded and meet up following a GPS point on the map that Seungmin set up. Chris grabs Emilia’s hand and pulls her with him in Hyunjin’s car, making him move to Team 2’s.

“Where are we going?” Emilia asks after putting on her seatbelt.

“Just up the hill. We need to watch the show after starting the fireworks, don’t we?” He smiles cunningly.

When they reach the top of the hill, they look at the mansion in the distance, now completely taken over by the flames.

“It’s finally over, hm?”

“Yeah. It’s all over. We did it.” Chris embraces her from the side and presses a kiss against her temple.

“So, no more threats for now.”

“If we don’t take into account the pain in my chest from that bullet, sure.” He puts his hand on his chest where the bullet hit the vest. “I think it’s bruised. It hurts.”

“I’ll have to kiss it extra hard tonight to make it better.” Emilia smirks, and Chris bursts out laughing.

“So… I guess we can now focus on a proper new beginning, hm?” He holds her hand, and she smiles.

“I guess so.” Emilia lifts his hand and kisses it, and then embraces him tightly. “We still have to pick out a kindergarten for Ivy.”

“Right! How could I forget?” Chris chuckles.

“Ugh, what will she even tell them when they ask her what we do for a living?”

“Hmm, mommy’s a stay-at-home mom, and daddy owns a business.”

“That does…?”

“Uhm… trades?” Chris tilts his head and Emilia starts laughing.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter that much. As long as she doesn't find out about any of this, we’re good.”

Chris nods, looking fondly at Emilia.

Her eyes move from Chris to the burning mansion, as she presses her head against his chest.

“Watching the building you just set on fire burn does look pretty romantic though, doesn’t it?” He asks.

“Mhm. My favourite sight.” She raises on her toes and pecks his lips.

“Shall we go home now, my love?”

“What- just like that?” She asks, and Chris looks taken aback for a few seconds.

“What did you think was gonna happen?”

“I just… this would’ve been the perfect chance for you to-” She starts, then bites her tongue back and frowns.

“For me to what?” He asks amused.

“For you to- God! Nothing!” She turns around, annoyance in her tone.

“Emilia.” He chuckles and grabs her hand, making her turn around, and when she does, she notices a smug smile on his face.

“You shit eater!” She crosses her arms in front of her chest as he goes down on one knee.

“Marry me?” He pulls out a small box from one of his pockets and opens it, revealing a beautiful tear-shaped diamond ring nestled within a cradle of gold.

“Shut up.” She kneels down as well and hugs him tightly, then kisses his lips. “Where did you even keep this?”

“I might’ve switched those syringes for this box.” He confesses, averting his gaze.

“That’s dangerous and reckless!”

“No, what’s dangerous and reckless is you not answering my proposal! I’m a mafia boss, have you forgotten?” He chuckles, and she rolls her eyes. “Answer me or I’m not giving you the ring.”

“Oh my, what a threat! Fine.” She chuckles. “But only because of the ring. Yes. I’ll marry you. God!” She exclaims as if exasperated, and both start chuckling.

“I never really cared about marriage before, but it seems to work great for Minho and Iris.” Chris contemplates out loud.

“Well, we one-upped them by having a kid first, so…” Emilia shrugs, and they laugh again.

“I love you and our little family so much, Emilia.”

“I love you too, Chris.” She lets him place the ring on her finger, and then kisses him deeply. When she pulls back, his eyes sparkle with the red light coming from the mansion engulfed in flames.

“We should get going, our daughter is waiting for us at home” He smiles with fondness in his eyes.

“Mhm. Maybe we should stop by a hotel first, though…” She winks.

“I like how that sounds.” Chris grins, and they share another intimate kiss, overflowing with affection and love that fills not only their hearts, but their whole souls.

~The End~

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(A/N) We have finally reached the end of this series. Thank you for reading 'The Black Iris and the Withered Rose'! Since the Mafia Series is currently done with this book, I wanted to go through its history for a little bit. It all started with a Oneshot titled "CB98" (basically the first chapter of 'The White Lily') that I posted on Wattpad in my Oneshots Book on the 22nd of July 2022, and I never intended it to be more than a simple oneshot. I changed my mind after a lot of positive feedback and started creating a story around it that took 10 months to complete.

(see how important the feedback you give authors is?)

Afterwards, I created 'The Black Iris and the Withered Rose', which took another 10 months to write. In total, the two stories have about 100k words, and I've spent more than 220 hours working on them during a period of about one year and a half. That's absolutely crazy, and I can't believe it's actually over now! Although this chapter marks the end of the second book in the Mafia Series, I left some loose threads to be able to come back to this universe with other characters in the future. I think it would be interesting to explore the past of all of the members, how each of them got in the Mafia, and also show their present and future. This is, however, something I haven't planned on yet, so I cannot say if it would really happen or not.

Do let me know if you'd like to read more stories in this Mafia Universe, though!  (again, I'm insisting on the importance of feedback. None of these two stories in the series would've ever happened if people wouldn't have messaged me to ask me to continue the story.) I hope you enjoyed this story, and I'm really grateful to everyone who liked, left comments, and went with me through this adventure.

I also hope I'll see all of you in my notifications again, and that you'll read my other stories, as a lot of time and effort goes behind each individual work. Thank you once more, stay healthy, and let's meet again in another story!

Yours truly, Storm

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[thebroccolination]

I really do think of Between Us as a parallel universe to Until We Meet Again rather than a parallel story. Because while some things are the same, maybe some diverge because they made different choices.

Like, in one universe, maybe they only hook up once, and it’s just an emotionless hookup on the beach the way it was in the novel. Just a quick blowjob or a handjob in the shadow of a cabin, no one the wiser, both of them enjoying it for what it is but nothing intense.

It’s a little confusing for both of them after that as members of the same club, but it’s not too bad. Through some coincidental twist, Team finds out he sleeps without nightmares in Win’s arms, but he doesn’t tell Win anything about what the nightmares are about or why he has them.

Their relationship is lighter. They flirt, they dodge serious conversations, and it’s easier on them when they do finally reach a place where they need confirmation from each other.

And I think that’s how you get a scene like the one we saw in Until We Meet Again.

Maybe in that universe, the serious topics come up after they’ve both made it clear what they want from each other. They can confront everything together with steadier footing because if nothing else, they have each other.

But in this universe, that first hookup wasn’t casual.

Win went out of his way to make Team comfortable, to keep that night secluded and private and contained to his room. He checked and rechecked that Team was okay, that he wanted what they were doing. He cupped Team’s face in his hand and Team looked up at him with trust and hope and a little fear.

Maybe that night was more than a hookup because Win was fresh from a conversation with Dean about love, about how he was convinced no one would ever stay with him. And maybe some part of him wanted proof that he was wrong and Dean was right.

Dean found love. Couldn’t Win?

And what could have been a simple hookup continued because these broken pieces were miraculously gentle in the few places where they fit together. They stayed close, and that physical magnetism between them felt necessary and safe.

Win didn’t open up to Dean about his grim acceptance of loneliness in all the years of their friendship, and Team has never told his parents how tormented he is by the death of his cousin. They don’t know how to put themselves first, but they try for each other’s sake.

And all at once, Win’s worst nightmare is confirmed.

And the nightmares chasing Team catch up.

And in the midst of all this, all they want is someone else to lead the way out. They’re stuck on a loop, and the only thing that feels safe is what came naturally to them in the beginning.

Which is why in one universe, they have the clarity and distance to speak beautiful words to each other without numbing fear and raw wounds. While in another, those words are underscored by touch, because that’s where their honesty thrives.

This is a universe where they ran to each other before they knew what they were doing, and they hold on because they’re more afraid of letting go than they are of pain.

Nothing could be worse for either of them than a future alone.

#between us the series #winteam #teamwin #this episode ruined my heart yay! #i’m working through some stuff okay i’m fine #gonna go eat a pint of ice cream while sobbing out a rainy window

[fandomxpreferences]

Safe and Sound: Part 3.5 Filler Chapter

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader slow burn

TW:allusions to abuse, fluff, this is pretty tame tbh

Summary: Things start closing in on you and hiding the truth from Bradley is proving more and more difficult.

Word count: like 700

A/N: there’s no real progress in this part, it’s mosntly just a filler to lead into the rest of the story and provide a little time skip and context. The next chapter will start digging into the plot a little more. Also the Taglists are getting difficult to manage so if I forget you, I’m sorry.

Over the next couple of months, Bradley sleeping over becomes a regular occurrence. It's not unusual for him to show up on your doorstep with flowers and your favorite candy, ready to watch movies until you start to doze off. He even bought matching pajamas and a healing crystal to ward off nightmares.

Whether it's the newest addition to your nightstand or the warm burly man in your bed, you don’t know. But the nightmares are becoming less frequent and easier to wake up from when they do occur. Bradley never mentions that first night again and you’re grateful. There’s an unspoken understanding that he knows what the dream was about, and you’re grateful he doesn’t try to dig for details.

During the day you’ve been busying yourself with work, picking up extra shifts whenever they’re available, and hanging out with the Daggers when you’re able. They’ve accepted you into the group with ease, and you’re happy to have found your own little family.

They’ve all got a running bet on how long it’ll be before you and Bradley become official, noticing how he never seems to be more than a few feet away from you. They don’t miss the way you search for him when something happens or the way he keeps a protective arm wrapped around you whenever you’re within reach.

None of them know the truth about why you moved here, Bradley being the only one you’ve let close enough to get a glimpse into your past. Despite how close you’ve grown, even he doesn’t know a fraction of the whole story. But he knows enough to change the subject whenever someone starts trying to get more information.

He’s well aware of the way your breathing speeds up and your eyes gloss over when people poke into your past, and he’s gone as far as telling the rest of the group not to bring it up. It became more difficult to ignore when you freaked out on Jake one night.

You’re laughing loudly with Bradley and Natasha while sipping on your second cocktail when Jake's voice rings out.

“Okay, smile everybody!” He’s holding his phone out and you grin widely without giving it a second thought. He makes a comment about posting the picture to Instagram and your eyes widen.

“No!” You shout and everyone stops to look at you.

“Don’t worry, you look fine.” He jokes but you don’t laugh. You lunge for the phone in a panic and Jake frowns.

“Don’t post that Jake, I’m serious!” You beg on the verge of tears. The blonde pilot glances at Bradley who seems equally confused at your reaction. He nods his head slowly and puts his phone away.

“Okay, I won’t post it anywhere. I promise.” He says cautiously, but it's too late. You’re breathing rapidly and your eyes are frenzied. You feel arms wrap around you and fight against the person frantically.

“Hey, hey, it's just me sweetheart. Let's go outside.” He suggests and you choke on a sob as he carries you out the front door. The rest of the team look at each other, confusion and concern written clearly on their features.

Once Bradley gets you outside, you collapse into his arms as wails tear from your throat. He knows it's not the right time, but he can’t go on seeing you like this without knowing why.

“Why can’t he post a photo of you?” He whispers and you shake your head.

“Honey you’re going to have to open up at some point.” He sighs and you only cry harder. He hugs you tighter and you try your best to respond.

“No one can know where I am.” You gasp and the pieces click together. You don’t want someone to find the photo and use it to track you down. At this point, Bradley isn’t sure if you’re running from someone or something you’ve done.

“Okay, you’re safe.” He murmurs while rocking you back and forth until you’ve calmed down.

The conversation doesn’t go further than that but you know you’re not going to be able to keep your secrets for much longer.

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Vegas and Pete FF- KinnPorche The Series (BL)

Let me tell you something real quick, this couple won my heart once i watched the series. Their partnership was incredible and i recommend watching it (sexual content warning, maybe not the first bl you should watch but amazing nonetheless)

It’s my first work on Alpha and Omega stories, so i’m sorry if there is any mistakes, but have fun my lovelies!

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

Let me know if you can see the signature line~ 😏

Italics are thoughts 

SOME MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SMUT WARNING ;)

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What does an omega do when he’s in heat, but attending an important meeting with his alpha who is the CEO?

Well, Pete is an omega and his alpha is Vegas. 

Vegas is serious, talented, smug, and always gets his way. Very handsome, with a muscular and toned body

Pete is a caring, introverted sweetheart. Seems weak, but is actually so skilful, strong and athletic 

People were head over heels for that type. When it comes to Pete and Vegas, you’d think people will be awed and obsessed with such a physic and man like Vegas, but no no no. It was true that many were interested in Pete.

His quiet and blunt soul was one which caught many eyes, him being an omega was just a treat in addition to all of that goodness. 

Vegas was not happy about that at all, i mean.. who would want many guys and girls falling over their lover? No one. Vegas wasn’t into sharing either, never was, and never will. 

The omega was all his, belonged to him, devoted to him. Even if they’ve only been dating for a couple of months, his handsome alpha knew he was the one. The one he loved, was whipped for, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Pete felt the exact same, not wanting to end the beautiful love they shared with each other. It was golden, maybe even magical, and truly never-ending. 

In the meeting room, Kinn was at one end of the table with Porsche beside him. Arm and Pol sat down on one side with Tankhun on the other side. There was an empty seat next to him which Pete made his way to sit in. 

On the way, he saw Kinn’s tail caressing Porsche at the back, making Porsche turn red. Pete laughed quietly to himself, as he sat next to Tankhun, to which, he smiled and bowed to him out of respect.

Vegas was sat at the other end, giving a small smirk to Pete as he sipped on his coffee, his ears looking as fluffy as ever as his tail wagging behind him. 

Kinn- “So Vegas..why are we here?”

Vegas- “Right. I wanted to inform you all on my new business plan for the company. As the CEO, and you as my buisness partner, i have to let you know the changes right?”

Kinn- “Right, so, what’s your idea”

Porsche- “It better not be stupid like that time when you were making Arm and Pol dress up like inflatable balloons.”

Vegas- “Actually, that was was Tankhun’s idea”

Tankhun- “Well, jokes on you Porsche, it worked. Entertainment wise, and sales wise”

Arm- “Not gonna lie, it was fun to do”

Pol- “Baby don’t lie, it wasn’t”

Arm- “Only because you tripped and fell down a block of stairs in front of everyone”

Porsche- “Wait?! You fell?!”

Arm- “Yeah! He did, Pete has the video”

Porsche- “No way..! Pete you better send me that!”

Arm and Porsche burst out laughing, Tankhun laughing too. Pol crossed his arms over his chest, giving Arm an annoyed look. Pete brought out his phone, showing them all the video as he laughed happily with them, Pol sulking a little, but couldn’t stop himself from laughing too. 

Vegas couldn’t help but laugh too, as his omega sat there, turning a little red. He suddenly  was feeling uncomforted for some reason, his body rising up in heat. 

Pete smiled it off though, trying not to make it obvious that he wasn’t feeling his best. 

Vegas- “Ok ok, enough of that, let me show you all my plan then.”

Pete changed his focus to Vegas, his body playing with itself and the heat. He didn’t know what it was, it just wasn’t normal. 

Vegas had eyes of a hawk, he easily could tell something was off about his omega. He didn’t look this red when he entered, that’s because he always looked at the little things when it came to Pete. Vegas loved every part of him. 

Vegas- “Ok, so, to get business booming, i think we should focus on celebrities, maybe them becoming a partner in our company.”

Pete- “Hold up.”

Everyone took an eye on Pete, who was still a bit red, but looked up a Vegas

Arm- “What’s up Pete?”

Pete- “May I add something Vegas?”

Vegas- “It’s Mr Theerapanyakul to you”

Vegas gave his signature smirk, as Kinn scoffed a little with Porsche.

Porsche- “God you’re so extra Vegas”

Vegas- “Shush, let me hear you Pete”

Everyone shushed up at Vegas’ request as Pete stood up from his chair. 

Pete- “Vegas, let me add something”

Vegas- “Call me Mr Theerapanyakul Pete.”

Vegas’ tail swished side to side, as Pete grinned. Pete decided to walk up to where Vegas was. He physically pulled him by the arm, making him sit down in his own chair next to Tankhun. The rest of them laughed softly, as Pete controlled his alpha, something which wasn’t so common. 

Tankhun- “Well done my Pete”

Pol- “It’s the fact that Vegas wouldn’t let anyone else do this”

They all laughed at that, even Vegas himself as he looked at Pete with playful eyes, his smirk sprouting again. 

Pete- “Let me bring an idea to the table”

Kinn- “Show us what you got then.”

Pete stood infront of the table, bringing some of his files with him. 

Pete- “Alright, so Kinn, i think instead of celebrities, influencers would be a better choice.”

Kinn raised his eyebrows, Porsche giving Pete a smile of admiration. Pete was an intelligent man for his kind. As an omega, he has wits and a smart brain, some others were a bit brainless and clumsy, aka Porsche.

Pete- “The reason for this is because influencers have many followers, with many viewers. They upload daily, with many taking an interest in what they do in their life. Celebrities don’t always have this kind of popularity. If this would be possible, our company should reach out to these influencers, so they could advertise our products we provide, and they could give a good rating to possibly thousands of viewers.”

Tankhun stood up, giving Pete an applaud as he smiled nervously. They all gave an applaud, except for his stubborn alpha, who was looking a little salty, but still giving Pete a smirk

Tankhun- “Awh! Pete, you’re brilliant!”

Kinn- “I must say Pete, you’re more smart than you think”

Porsche- “Mhm, i’m fully in with the idea”

Kinn- “Me too, i agree with it all, i think it’s really good”

Arm- “We both agree as well, what about you Vegas?”

Vegas kept quiet, sipping on some coffee as he looked at Pete. His omega leaned over the table, looking at Vegas directly in the eyes, his ears kept high as always. 

Pete- “How was it Mr Theerapanyakul?”

Vegas- “Ok ok, it wasn’t bad. I agree with it”

Pete grinned as he looked at Vegas, becoming a little more red as he sat in his normal seat, Vegas going back to his own.

Tankhun- “Wow Pete, you should come up with the business ideas more often”

Pete- “Haha, thank you Tankhun”

Vegas- “Yeah yeah, alright, let’s go over the people we already have now”

As Vegas, Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun went over some files, Arm and Pol talking amongst themselves, Pete was sitting down quietly. He felt some heat pulse through him, so much to a point it hurt. His abdomen hurt really badly after some time, making him breath heavily and turn red. 

He held into his stomach a little with his hand, feeling like his gonna burst with pain. Tankhun was the first to notice and put his hand on Pete’s shoulder for support.

Tankhun- “Are you alright Pete?”

Pete- “Oh, i’m alright don’t worry”

The omega smiled the pain away, but as everyone continued to talk and as his alpha, Vegas instantly knew something was wrong. His senses kicked in and it was very strong, something he couldn’t ignore. He sniffed a little, and was instantly caught in a sweet scent.. like Pete?

Pete was breathing heavily, his heart palpitating. He tried to hide it as much as possible, by re-reading files over and over again, hoping Tankhun wouldn’t see and question him again. 

Vegas continued to sniff around, the sweet scent getting better and better, to a point it’s intoxicating. 

Kinn- “You alright Vegas? Why are you sniffing nothing?”

Vegas- “I’m not sniffing nothing you idiot. Don’t you smell that?”

Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun started smelling the air a little, shaking their heads, pretty puzzled.

Porsche- “There’s nothing”

Tankhun- “Yeah, what are you smelling Vegas?”

Vegas stayed quiet, the sweet smell of what was the exact same as Pete getting stronger, making him desire something. He looked over towards Pete, noticing he’s covering up his face a little, but had a gut feeling that it was coming from Pete.

Vegas- No..is Pete in? Heat?! It can’t be..

Arm- “Are you guys done yet?!”

Pol- “What’s the point of us being here if you’re not gonna talk to us?”

Tankhun- “Ai! Shut up Pol, i’m trying to focus”

Arm- “Hey! Leave my baby alone”

Arm put his arms around Pol, holding him sweetly. Pol gave him a weirded out expression, but then smiled warmly at him

Pol- “I’m not your baby Arm”

Arm- “Then what are you? My honeybun?~”

Pol- “If i’m your honeybun, then you’re my cutie pie~”

Arm blushed profoundly as they both sweetly smiled at each other. Tankhun looked at them with disgust 

Tankhun- “Ugh, you guys are so in love..”

Pete- “Khun.. Love is a beautiful thing, forever and always devoted to one another”

Arm and Pol nodded appealingly, as Kinn and Porsche’s ears straightened up, meaning he was satisfied. Vegas smirked at Pete’s words, admiring the omega. He was an interesting mixture of things, but all in all, he was perfect. 

Tankhun- “As if! I hear Kinn and Porsche moaning at each other all the time.”

Porsche- “Huh?!”

Porches and Pete nearly chocked on the coffee they were drinking. As omega’s, they were beyond shocked at Tankhun’s sudden words. The alpha’s grinned a bit as the rest of them looked at each other, still stunned at Tankhun’s words

Vegas- “What do you mean by that?”

Tankhun- “They’re always complaining at each other.”

Pete- “Oh.. i see..”

Pete and Vegas made suspicious but playful eye contact at one another before giggling softly. They all burst out laughing expect for Tankhun

Tankhun- “Guys? What are you laughing at? Pete?”

He tapped Pete’s shoulder, as Pete attempted to stop laughing. 

Pete- “It’s nothing, don’t worry”

The omega let out a soft groan out of pain from his abdomen again. This time the pain worsened. Tankhun put his hand on Pete’s arm out of support. Vegas immediately picked up that sweet scent again, becoming attracted to it once more.

Porsche- “You alright Pete?”

Pete- “I’m ok, don’t worry. I just have a stomach ache”

Porsche- “Are you sure that’s all?”

Vegas- “Mhm, if you’re not well Pete, i can take you home.”

Pete was going to decline, but as the pain deepened in harshness and heaviness, he felt his face go red again, his mind filling with desire. His alpha continued to sniff that sweet smell, which seemed to be coming from Pete.

Vegas- i knew it was heat, oh my baby..you’ll be ok, i promise 

Pete- “Actually.. that would be better if that’s ok with you all?”

Kinn- “It’s totally fine Pete, take it easy”

Porsche- “Yeah, let me know when you’re better”

Pete- “Thank you guys”

Vegas stood up from his chair, his tail swishing from side to side as he took his omega’s hand, slowly taking him through the office door and into the hallway, which they walked through to get to their car.

Vegas- “What’s up with you baby?”

Pete- “Nothing, it’s just my abdomen hurts really bad”

Vegas- “Does it?” he’s in heat, his first heat. that’s why he doesn’t know if it is or not. i’ll treat you well Pete, my love

Pete- “Yeah..i feel really hot babe”

Vegas- “Do you want some water?”

Pete- “No..i don’t want water Vegas..”

Vegas stopped for a second, putting one hand around Pete’s waist as he put his hand to his forehead. 

Vegas- “Goodness love, you’re sweating”

Pete- “It hurts..”

Pete held his abdomen again, feeling sweat drip down his forehead and hit his nose. He didn’t know what it was. His ears dropped down out of the pain he was in. 

Vegas- “Baby, i..i think you’re in your first heat”

Pete- “Huh?”

For a smart omega like Pete, he was a little clueless when in came to things like this. Even Pete thought for a bit and realised it as well.

Pete- “Baby..i-What do i do?”

Vegas- “What do you want baby?”

Pete- “I want..”

Pete looked at Vegas’ red eyes, getting a little heated and giddy on the inside. He desires something, or someone perhaps..

Pete- “You”

Pete looked at him, his frosty eyes deepening in red as his ears were pointed upwards, still. His tail swished excitedly but lustily, hoping Vegas would give him what he wants. He’s always wanted Vegas to pound into him as he curled his fingers around his ears, his tail linked with his as they continuously moan at the deep and pure pleasure.

God those horny thoughts tortured the omega, making him growl, and nearly cum in his boxers. He looked at Vegas with desperation, praying that he’d agree. As an omega, he was a pretty horny one, not like Porsche. He’d always masturbate when he needed too, of course, without his alpha knowing, otherwise he’d get spanked. He shivered a little remembering that. Pete would though imagine his first time with Vegas, and it being the best he’s ever had.

Pete- “P-Please baby?~ Na?”

Vegas was lost for words, Pete’s actions and words just made him wanna melt like ice on fire. But damn was Pete hot when he was all desperate and horny, he’d never seen anything like it, but was gonna make sure that it was always seen. Of course, just for himself, he’s not gonna share such perfection with someone else. God he’d never. Vegas would never get enough of Pete, and especially not this side of him.

Pete- “Can you do it for me na?~”

Vegas- God help me..…

Now.

Pete brought his mouth close to Vegas’ ear, making him lean back against the wall. Pete kept his hands on the back of his neck as he whispered in a deep and breathy tone, his hot breath hitting the alpha’s ear.

Pete- “Oh please hun?~ I want you so badly, so badly i’m in pain.~”

Vegas growled at Pete, making him grin in victory. Vegas smirked deafeningly, pulling Pete along with him by his hand. They reached the car, as Vegas threw him inside the front passenger seat. He sat in the drivers seat, going to rev up the engine as he hastily put his seatbelt on

Pete- “What’s the rush babes?~”

Vegas- Damn it Pete, you’ve got to stop before i lose my mind

The omega kept on teasing him, having the most amount of fun while doing so. The man loved making Vegas groan with much heat and desperation inside of him. Though the alpha said nothing, his eyes were turning to a deeper red than before as his ears stood proud on his head, you could tell he was impatient and horny, wanting to do the most to his devilish omega. 

Pete put his seatbelt on, as he grinned once more, declaring victory again as his alpha looked at his expression. Vegas just wanted to kiss him so much, make him fall deeper in love with him as he begs for mercy under him as his cock is crashing against his prostate. 

The alpha felt pre cum swirl around in his boxers as he felt his legs twitching, his trousers tightening against his skin. Pete kept that innocent tone and expression on his face, driving Vegas absolutely mental.

Pete- “Don’t drive so quick hun, otherwise you won’t make it home, well, we won’t make it home”

Pete giggled a little, keeping that innocence on the prowl, making Vegas groan softly, continuing to drive at a higher speed. Right beside him, was Pete, taking his shirt off, which made Vegas’ eyes widen.

Vegas- “What are you doing Pete?!”

Pete- “I’m hot baby..~”

Vegas- Which hot do you mean? Both seem correct to me, fuck i’m getting hot inside. Pete you have to stop before i lose my shit.

 Vegas nodded at him, placing his hand on Pete’s thigh as he took his shirt off, feeling the cool breeze of the ac hit his body, as he sighed, satisfied. 

Time skip 

(i can’t wait) 

The alpha grabbed some handcuffs, and a blindfold, throwing it on the bed as he pushed his omega further back, making him lean on the headboard. 

Vegas- “Choose a safe word baby”

Pete- “Umm.. Green”

Vegas- “Lovely, whenever you wanna stop, just say it to me, and i’ll end it immediately”

Vegas talked in a assured tone, putting his deep needy and horny self to the side for a second. He was so infatuated with Pete, wanting to keep him safe and protected at all costs, never wanting to let him go. 

Vegas- “Understood baby?”

Pete- “Mhm, i got it”

Vegas- “Now, i was thinking of taking some chances with you tonight, but only if you’re ok with it”

Pete- “I’m ok with it Vegas”

Pete replied swiftly, making Vegas a little unsure. He didn’t want Pete to regret anything tonight, even if he had a safe word. He wanted to make sure Pete knew what he was getting into

Vegas- “Are you sure baby?”

Pete- “Give me all you got daddy~”

Vegas’ eyes widened, as he growled a bit, his tail caressing Pete’s legs as he stood on his knees in front of him, getting closer and closer. The omega winked at him, his cheeks dusted in a florescent pinkish colour. Vegas gave his signature smirk, grazing his chin with his fingertips, looking at him with love and lustful passion. 

Vegas- daddy huh Pete?

Vegas looked at him, keeping that same smirk on his face the whole time. 

Vegas- “What did you just call me?”

Pete- “Daddy, why?”

Vegas was surprised at Pete’s confidence, but god he was obsessed already.

Vegas- “If you keep calling me that, i can’t guarantee you can walk tomorrow”

Pete- “I wasn’t expecting to be able to anyways”

Pete already had this all planned in his head, his wet dreams, sinful fantasies and stories were all coming true.  

Vegas- “You’re just what i desire, come here hun”

And with that, the alpha pulled Pete close to him, smashing his lips on his, giving force and thrash in the kiss. Though it was intense, it truly showed how much they wanted this, how much they waited for such a moment. Vegas’ hands scrolled down to Pete’s tail, helping them both rock their bodies against each other. Pete moaned in between the harsh kisses they were so devoted too, sending Vegas shivers down his spine. He hadn’t heard anything like it, but god it was gonna be his new obsession

drug

medication

music

Vegas’ mind was completely full of infinite things and ideas, as he nonstop kissed his lover, shoving his tongue deep within his warm cavern, sending Pete to heaven already. The heat pulsed through their body, as they kept nice and close to each other, basically sharing that burning passion they had alit. 

The alpha spreaded out Pete’s legs, after throwing his trousers to the ground. His eyes glistened with that red glow, showing how ready he was to just obliterate his omega with that pleasure he’s been longing for. 

Vegas- “Let me put those cuffs on you darling” 

Pete raised his hands up in the air, allowing Vegas to cuff them to the headboard, not to tight, enough for them to wiggle around a bit. 

Vegas- “That ok?”

Pete- “Mhm, it feels nice, but i wanna touch you”

Vegas- “You will love, i’ll let you in a bit, but for now..”

Vegas pushed him down onto the bed, laying him down as he rested his chin on Pete’s, making them seal eye contact for a couple seconds.

Vegas- “Let me pleasure my sweet and delectable Pete”

Vegas growled a bit, licking his lips as his ears stood proud and ready. Pete chuckled softly at his words, but it was soon silenced as Vegas immediately started sucking his sweet spot

Pete- damn it feels so good 

Pete’s eyes were shut, consuming all of the pleasure Vegas was giving him. 

Pete- “Love, you’re so quick”

Vegas- “I know you well honey”

Pete- “Maybe a bit too will Vegas~”

Vegas- “I wouldn’t use it to my advantage baby, don’t you worry”

Pete smiled a little, letting out soft moans from Vegas’ touch. 

Vegas- “Now, here comes the fun bit”

The alpha brought out his blindfold, brushing it across Pete’s chest, outlining his pecs with the straps of it 

Pete- “Are you gonna make me wear it”

Vegas- “You don’t have a choice hun”

Pete groaned a little, laughing softly as Vegas put the blindfold on. All he saw was the darkness, and could only guess where his lover was by his scent, and movements. 

Pete sniffed until he could perfectly tell where Vegas was, he had that musky rose scent, one which was flavourful and deeply coated around the man. 

Pete- “Come back here baby~ D-Don’t leave me alone..”

Pete was super desperate, the pain inside his abdomen was returning, he needed Vegas to give him his medicine. Not pills, not liquid, but his hard cock deep inside of him 

Vegas- “Give me a sec love”

Vegas took his clothes off, a smirk sprouting on his face as he crawled on the bed, pouncing on the man with a growl as he shoved his lips onto his, grabbing his nape as he pulled him closer. Pete was stunned for a second, but immediately gave back into it, the same strength, harshness and intensity, though filled with an immaculate amount of love and passion for each other. It seemed no one would be able to get them off of each other, they were glued together tightly, forever. 

Vegas- “You taste like candy baby”

Pete gave a flushed smile, as he continued to kiss his alpha, obsessed with the way he talked, moved and kissed him.  Everything about him was addicting, like a full on drug. The best kind.

Vegas- “Let me prep you, otherwise it’ll hurt real bad”

Pete- “How bad?”

Vegas- “Worse than the pain you have right now”

Pete have a cracked smile with a little worry, he was a bit scared that it would hurt. Of course, the omega knew Vegas wouldn’t purposefully hurt him. His alpha could read the anxiousness on his smile, as he held his cheek assuringly and adoringly.

Vegas- “It won’t hurt baby, and if it does, you have a safe word.”

Pete- “It’s ok, i’m fine. I trust you, it’s just i’m scared it’ll hurt nonetheless. I’ve never done this before”

Vegas- “Don’t worry my love, i promised i would always take good care of you, so i won’t break that promise”

Pete gave a warm smile, as he lifted his head up to give him a sweet kiss. Vegas’ red eyes, which seemed to be a bit more calmer than before, stared at the blinded sweetheart.

Vegas- “Sit nicely for me”

Pete sat up properly, his arms wriggling in the handcuffs. His eyes were seeing pitch black, though his nose sniffing Vegas’ scent and his ears stood up tall and proud. Vegas then put two fingers in Pete’s mouth, making him suck on them. His tongue swirled around his fingers, gasping for breath every couple of seconds.

Vegas- “Good boy, just a little more for me”

Pete continued to let his mouth play around, especially his tongue. His saliva covered Vegas’ fingers as he took them out of his mouth. Vegas played around with his cock, stroking it and getting it prepped with that pre-cum. He then stuffed his fingers up Pete’s hole, as Pete himself half screamed 

Pete- “Ah!~ Ow-Oh!~”

Vegas continued to finger him, adding not 1, not 2, but 3 of his long fingers, till they hit his prostate, sending him to heaven. 

Pete- “Oh god~ That’s so good, fuck!~”

Vegas- “Ready for daddy?”

Pete- “Mmh~ I-I’m ready for daddy”

Vegas- “You sure kitten?”

God Pete nearly growled at that name, though he was a wolf, being called that made him feel some things inside his heart and through heated body like warm blood. 

Pete- “Mhm, your kitten is ready”

Vegas- “Good boy, flip over for me”

Pete did as he was told, having a little struggle as he couldn’t see and move his hands properly. He made sure he did it just right for Vegas. He didn’t wanna wait any longer and deal with the pain, which was getting worse. 

Pete- “Hurry up baby!”

He complained, making Vegas kiss his cheek, ruffling his soft hair adoringly. The alpha knew his omega was in much pain, he also knew the first heat would be the worse with pain and harm to the body. 

Vegas- “I’m here honey, i won’t make you wait for too long.”

Vegas spread out Pete’s legs even further, luckily, he was quite flexible. Who knew it would be so handy when it came to sex?

Vegas aimed his long and hard cock at Pete’s tight looking hole, as he entered him slowly. Pete half-screamed at the pain and suddenness of him entering. 

Pete- “Ah~ V-Vegas!”

Vegas entered him halfway, giving him time to adjust to his size. Pete breathed heavily, his heart racing against his chest as he took the pain. 

Vegas- “You ok baby?”

Pete- “Mmh~ Y-Yeah..Can you move now?”

Vegas nodded, kissing his cheek as he thrusted inside of Pete, careful to go slowly so his omega doesn’t feel much pain. His tail encircled Pete’s foot, his ears low as the pleasure got to him quick. He continued thrusting into Pete, hearing the heavenly moans coming from his mouth. Pete rustled in his handcuffs, only seeing darkness but knowing Vegas was behind it, enjoying it as much as him.

Pete- “Uh~ Fuck Vegas!~ M-More honey~”

Vegas- “Can you take it kitten?”

Pete- “Yeah~ I can take it all my alpha”

Vegas smirked a little, excited to play around with Pete’s desires and fantasies. He bend down towards his lips, sucking on his bottom lip as he pounded into him. Pete was obsessed by now, his moans getting louder and louder, truly showing how much he loved this.

Vegas- “Good Pete?”

Pete- “Mhm~ So good~”

 Vegas kept on pleasuring his omega, feeling the warmth of him get better and better as he continued to pound against his prostate. Their moans, sounds of their skin slapping against each other filled the room with fire-like heat. But damn it was one that they never wanted to put out.

Pete- “Please Vegas..let me see you”

Without hesitating, Vegas took off the blindfold, revealing Pete’s twinkling eyes, little tears streaming down on his cheeks. Vegas melted a little on the inside as he kissed those tears away. He’s never want to experience Pete in tears, it would hurt his fragile heart too much. 

Pete- “I..I~ I’m c-close honey..~”

Vegas- “Cum for me baby, i’m here”

Vegas caressed his cheek, kissing his soft lips as Pete came all over his abs. He groaned at the smoothing and soothing pleasure coming to him as he filled Pete with his cum. Pete felt comforted at Vegas’ words of affection, knowing Vegas was here for him made him feel so cared for. 

Pete- “Mh..that was so good honey”

Pete laid down on the bed, as Vegas took his handcuffs off. Vegas sat opposite of him, their heads close to each other.

Vegas- “Do you know how sexy you are?” 

Pete- “Sexy enough for you”

Vegas- “You’re such a tease, who knew you’d be this good in bed huh?” 

Vegas gave his signature smirk, caressing his cheek as he laid a kiss on his lips. 

Vegas- “Sleep honey, you must be tired”

Pete- “Mhm, my legs are about to fall off”

Vegas- “You’re welcome Pete”

Pete rolled his eyes, though entertained. He rested in Vegas’ embrace, feeling the love taking over the lust that was once in the room. The devotion they had for each other, the passion and admiration was limitless. It’s something that couldn’t be compared too.

Later that night..

Pete- “Vegas..”

Vegas groaned a little as he heard Pete, he stretched slightly, talking in a groggy and tired voice.

Vegas- “What happened love..?”

Pete- “I’m hurting again..”

Vegas- “Need me again?”

Pete- “I know it’s the third time tonight..but..”

Vegas- “I don’t care how many time we do it, as long as you’re well and satisfied, i’m happy”

Pete- “Awh..i love you..”

Pete caressed his cheek, kissing his sweet lips softly.

Vegas- “I love you too Pete~”

Pete- “So..can we..”

Vegas- “Get on my lap and ride the shit out of me babyboy”

Pete widened his eyes a little and the sudden switch up of Vegas. There was two sides of him, one which he loved and one which he desired

Pete climbed onto his lap, Vegas’ hands gripping his waist tightly as they kissed each other’s plump and sweet lips, their bodies against each other and their tongues dancing the night away..

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Gosh, a whirlwind, i hope Pete survived that night..

Thank you for reading! Hopefully i’ll be back soon to be able to supply you with many fanfics! <8

P.S- Feel free to request anything you’d like. I do SMUT and FLUFF. BL’s would be preferred though as i’ve watched many, so i’d be able to work on character depth and development better! :D

Thank you once more my lovelies~

-reii

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[elvensorceress]

WIP Wednesday

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Could not decide what to share, and fixing and connecting s6 plot threads is an ordeal, let me tell you. So have the boys in their divorce era while we try to tackle all the nonsense. This is just after the firefam firetruck scene where we’re roasting Buck... 

Buck says in a confident tone that loses confidence with every word, “I thought it would make me feel better. I thought it would help. Dating her. You know? Someone to have— f-fun with. I thought it would be good.”

At least they’ve switched focus but is he for fucking real. “You thought it would make you feel better?” 

It’s Buck’s turn to roll his eyes as if those weren’t the words that just came out of his mouth. “You know what I mean. Like— it would be a happy, positive, good thing in my life. And I could focus on that. And not worry about feeling weird or different or— or having to act a certain way because people are expecting it. She only knows this me. She likes this me. She thinks I’m more than what I am. She sees potential a-and someone worth coming back for. I like having someone around who accepts me as I am so I don’t have to tiptoe around people or— or pretend to be something I’m not. And we can just— be together and have fun.” 

And he can focus on dating instead of coping and processing? Because she sees potential for something he isn’t now but could be later? Is that not the opposite of acceptance? She sees him as someone not worth staying for but worth coming back for? At least the first time around that is. Who the fuck knows about the second. How does that imply she’d stick around when shit hits the fan? 

Eddie rubs his forehead and his temples with both hands, and where does he even start? This even worse than he thought. “And you can put aside whatever feels like it’s fucked up and wrong, and just not deal with it?”

“There’s nothing to deal with. I dealt. I’m better. I’m not going to be who I was before. I’m different. And it would be nice if my best friend could actually be supportive of my new girlfriend. For once.”

Oh, he can not be fucking serious. Also, given the circumstances, Eddie’s medal for gallantry in action really should have been for putting up with Taylor Kelly in his life for more than a year rather than anything he did in combat. “I don’t have a problem with your new girlfriend. My problem is with you. What happened to, I don’t want to pick wrong again? Or finding contentment and happiness within yourself, for yourself, before you look for another relationship so that you don’t end up dependent on something that makes you miserable? Can you honestly tell me you feel like you’re standing on solid ground right now? Because you keep saying you feel different, you’re not who you were, but none of this is different for you. One fucking thing happens, and you go right back to ‘being hurt gets me love and affection’ and clinging to someone you think will fix what you’re feeling.”

At least this brings something of fire through Eddie’s chest, but it’s sharp, raging, far too hot to touch without shields and turnout gear. And he doesn’t give Buck a chance to even attempt a rebuttal. “Sex has always been your coping mechanism. You spent a whole year with Taylor because everyone else was fucked up, but any one of us could have told you after you first met her how wrong she was for you and that it would never work. Hell, you knew it as soon as she was going to run the story on Bobby. And you hooked up with her and dated her anyway.”

Buff huffs, long aggrieved and annoyed. “Natalia isn’t Taylor.” 

Thank fuck for that at least. “No, but you just told me you thought dating would help you feel better. Do you feel better? Has it worked? Can you tell me you’re perfectly happy and content with everything? Or are you still trying to make a relationship the solution to everything? Or is it a distraction so you don’t have to work through the things that are difficult and painful?” 

Buck opens his mouth and lifts his hands like he wants to communicate, but only another aggravated sigh comes out. 

So, Eddie waits. 

“I don’t know,” Buck finally says, flat, deadpan, with nothing to give it life. “She’s fun and beautiful and insightful. She helps people. She’s a really good person.”

And how is this different from what Buck was mocking him for earlier? “Okay. And?”

“And she’s into death and thought me being struck by lightning was interesting. She thought it was interesting and then it wasn’t a bad thing. It wasn’t this horrible thing that happened. It was something we could bond over and it wasn’t serious or depressing or tragic. And I delivered a baby and she thought that was also cool and I don’t know what else you want from me. No one is perfectly happy and content with everything all the time.”

Jesus Christ. This is absolutely worse than Taylor fucking Kelly because at least then Buck wasn’t in such fucking denial. Eddie tries to breathe, tries to take a deep breath, deep and steady, and he might want to rip his hair out or punch the wall, he might want to, but he’s not going to. He’s not going to.

“She’s nice, she’s a good person, fine, you’re moving up in the world with that at least. But what makes her actually good for you? How the hell do you know she would want to stick around when something goes wrong? How do you know she wouldn’t be exactly like Ali and leave you when she got overwhelmed and couldn’t deal anymore? She came back once but how easily was she scared off? Why did you spend most of our dinner talking about all the times you nearly died, like you were disappointed that wasn’t the result? Are you trying to impress her with your almost-deaths? Are you trying to show off how little you care about your own life? Is that the kind of love you want to have? Do you actually feel anything for her? If every day is a gift and it’s just icing on the cake because you survived when you feel like you shouldn’t have, do you think you should be dead right now? Is that was you’re feeling?”  

“I don’t know,” Buck snaps this time. “Okay? I don’t know. I don’t have any more answers. I’m out of answers. I lost all my superpowers. The kryptonite got me and I’m just some guy in glasses who can’t do anything. I can’t fix anything. I don’t know what to do or be or think. I don’t know what’s wrong. Nothing should be wrong. It’s fine. It’s not bad. We hang out. We go on dates. We— never mind. I figure, it has to be me. Right? I’m the one who died. I’m the one who was stuck somewhere with nightmares and horrible, warped fears that became real. I don’t even believe them. I don’t think I saved Bobby. I didn’t actually help you. You were already the best dad. Maddie saved herself and I was the one who left her when she needed help because I didn’t know how bad it was. I was too focused on myself and my own pathetic life. And now I can’t be around anyone I love because it’s all different and weird, and I have to be something that doesn’t feel like me anymore. Or something where I’m pretending I’m okay because if I don’t, everyone looks at me like I’m going to die right in front of them.”

The problem is. Buck did die right in front of them. And it changed all of them, too. It’s not something they can erase or forget. 

“Buck,” he says and tries to make it gentle, but strong, unbreakable, unconditional. “There’s not a single person who loves you— who truly loves you— who would want you to be anyone but who you want to be and who you feel like you are. Not a single one of us. The only reason anyone might treat you differently is because they realize how important you are and how much they love you and want you around. Yes, it can be overwhelming and terrifying and even annoying when you feel like you’re being smothered and babied. But it won’t last. Believe me, it doesn’t. People process and work through it and it gets better. Everyone moves on. It won’t always be like this.”

“And what if I don’t? What if I can’t move on? What if I’m just like this forever because I’m stuck and I don’t know what to do?” 

“Then be different. Be whatever you want. Reinvent yourself completely. None of us would be unsupportive if that is honestly what you need. You don’t need to fix anything. You don’t need to have answers. You don’t need to pretend. You don’t need to be superman. We don’t love you for any of those reasons. We love you because you’re you.” 

The words are too much. They’re too real, too jagged, too much like lost sour desperation in his mouth. Eddie exhales heavily like even the air is too heavy for his chest. 

Buck sighs the same heaviness and sags where he’s sitting. His shoulders droop and his eyes turn glassy, and everything about him radiates defeat. “I know that. It just…” he trails off, looks somewhere into the distance like he’s lost all his words. 

Eddie finishes the words for him. “You don’t feel it.” How could he? How could either of them? 

Eddie’s heart died. How do either of them feel anything after that? 

#buddie #buddie wip #jenwyn wip #fic: catching lightning #idk guys my brain is melting still #I feel like the whole season was just #let's throw logic out the window and not actually resolve anything or only sort of resolve it off screen #doesn't that sound like a great plan 👍👍 #🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[wakeupthemembersofbylernation]

I don’t even know how to respond to this. Like not only is the relationship they’re describing pretty unhealthy (“if your relationship leads aren’t unable to breathe properly outside of each other’s presence then what’s even the point?”)- hello codependency- it’s also not… true?

Does this look like El is unable to breathe properly outside of Mike’s presence?

And Mike obviously does struggle with inadequacy/codependency, but does this look like Mike is truly “unable to breathe” outside of El’s presence? Or is there something else going on?

He literally crumples her letter- the last letter he may EVER get from his girlfriend that he apparently “loves too much”- and throws it unceremoniously in the trash. Be serious for a second. The Magic Treehouse is on fire.

I think Mike is unable to properly breathe, but for a different reason lol.

“Mike wasn’t able to verbalize his feelings because they were too intense”

My cousin in Casper, he couldn’t even WRITE down his feelings. El gave him multiple chances to explain himself, to do ANYTHING, to give any sign of life/genuine romantic feelings, and he couldn’t even do that. Go on girl, give us nothing.

This is NOT the fight a couple has when their problem is being too in love. This is NOT how a teenage boy reacts when he is afraid to express his feelings for his girlfriend because he’s apparently bubbling over with them. If that was the story the Duffers were telling, it would simply be written differently and portrayed differently.

Mike spends the entire season actively trying to find some loophole, some way of escaping his relationship, and Will keeps pushing him back in. Mike literally tells Will his crush that maybe meeting El was dumb luck and that he was just some random nerd who got lucky that Superman landed on his doorstep! And then the next episode, he monologues his deep-seated feelings of love-at-first-sight that have apparently been there all along? How does that make sense?

“Mike and El are desperately clawing at each other.”

“The good ending is them using their protective instincts and working together as a well-oiled power couple.”

… They’ve had two seasons as an official couple to do this. How has this worked out for them? Ah yes, that monologue fixed everything. Now they will definitely be a power couple in the apocalypse as the sad, gay, bowlcut boy watches on in sadness, forced to accept the bitter truth that his best friend is straight and that queer kids don’t deserve happy endings and should settle for paltry crumbs of acceptance.

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #El hopper #I’m convinced Melvins are watching completely different shows #there must be a different M1leven I’m not aware of #on a show called straighter things

[blitany]

Joel and Ellie moments that wrecked me like a firefly hospital: finale edition

the recap intro just made it so clear that the whole story is them - it’s their evolution from strangers to “you’re cargo” to “it’s okay baby girl i got you”

Ellie is clearly still going through it and Joel knows (”you’re extra quiet today” when Ellie has never been quiet before) and he’s trying so hard to get her to smile!! The Chef Boyardee, the Boggle, asking her for silly puns - they’ve had enough time together to have real memories and moments to call back to with each other and he’s using all of it to bring the Ellie he knows back

how Joel asks her to hold the gun for him and trusts her to carry it! they’ve grown so much since we first met them, he knows she has his back and she can handle it and she always does

he’s just being so gentle and fatherly with her - he’s given protective dad energy for a while now but we finally get to see him being nurturing and encouraging and it’s so sweet because she needs it now more than ever

he wants to teach her guitar because he thinks she’d be good at it i - 

Ellie utterly dropping the ladder and ignoring what Joel asked her to do in such a classic father/daughter moment but Joel letting her get away with doing that and running off because he’s just happy to see her excited about something again

THE GIRAFFE SCENE!!! how she’s so excited to show him this beautiful view she spotted and this fascinating creature and she wants to share it with him?? everything about this scene is magical but can we talk about the way Joel looks at Ellie with just all of the love in the world? just gazing at her smiling, watching his daughter feed the giraffe and giggle and in that moment he knows he’d do anything for this girl

which is precisely what prompts him to suggest they just “go home.” back to Tommy’s place in Wyoming. he’s seeing all the beauty there, how new things have grown in the place of such devastation and his life is blossoming again, too. growing new connections and new hope. this family of giraffes is playing together on the horizon. why not just save the beautiful things? why not just let themselves enjoy it? he’s already seen her sacrifice so much - why not just let his little girl rest? doesn’t she deserve that? doesn’t he deserve that?

“i’ll follow you anywhere you go.” I’LL FOLLOW YOU ANYWHERE YOU GO!!!

there’s so much said without them saying it: i’m not leaving you, i can’t leave you, i just want to keep you safe, i just want to make things better for you, i know you’ve lost people before but you won’t lose me

he’s talking about Sarah with her - all the things that were off limits before they can talk about now, they’re far from strangers and they just want to share these moments with the person they trust and love most in the world,,, if we want the reward of being loved with must subject ourselves to the terrifying ordeal of being known,,,

“it was me. i’m the guy that missed.” and how he says it not because he has to, but because he wants to tell her, he wants her to know, he wants to give her this thing he lived through so she can have a roadmap to surviving what she’s in the middle of 

how Ellie immediately sits down because she knows this is a Serious Talk Moment and she’s ready to listen

“i know why you’re telling me this.” “yeah i reckon you do.” they are so similar it hurts

“it wasn’t time that did it.” 

because it’s everything that isn’t said in this scene, maybe because they don’t know how to say it but both of them know it doesn’t need saying, not between them. how he looks at her - he’s telling her, it was you. how she understands - oh. wow. i didn’t realize. and maybe - you saved me, too. you saved me in ways i didn’t realize i needed saving. 

then how Joel gets choked up because he can see it in her eyes - he can see she knows what he means and maybe even that she feels the same way and that’s the moment that brings him to tears. he’s put his whole heart out there and she just accepts it. without words. 

when Joel immediately tries to lighten the mood because he’s a Dad and he’s grown emotionally but y’know, he’s still Joel - but they have a whole system now and he rates the puns omg 

of course the first thing he’s worried about when he wakes up is Ellie and of course the only thing she’s worried about is Joel

Marlene asks how they did it and “it was all her, she fought so hard to get here.” and she did and he’s so proud of her!! and it wasn’t just a fight to get to the hospital was it? it was a fight to get Joel to trust her, a fight to survive, a fight to find a family for herself and someone who could care about her but she fought so hard for both of them even when he was ready to give up, ready to send her off with Tommy to keep her safe or to make her leave him so his death wouldn’t lead to hers, she fought for them. 

that soft voice when the horror hits him. the brain. oh. oh god. not this. because he just got her and he can’t lose her, he cannot lose her, he will not lose her!!

“you don’t understand.” “i do. i’m the only one who understands.” but does she? you can feel that question in the silence. Joel wondering if Marlene can really understand when she’s only watched from afar? when she doesn’t know the value of a Will Livingston pun or the look on Ellie’s face when she’s feeding a giraffe or how she wants to go to the moon? how can she possibly understand what they’ve been through together, his face seems to ask. how can she know how they’ve saved each other time and time again?

forget Joel with David’s men. i thought that was the Joel that Tommy was afraid of. i was wrong. that wasn’t even a fraction of this Joel - this Joel who never stops once, who doesn’t even give them the chance, who goes after every single person in that building with no remorse, no pause. the Joel who is so terrifyingly focused on one single goal. saving Ellie.

he picks her up so tenderly, he makes sure her arm is covered, and then he carries her just like he carried Sarah. trying to save his baby girl at the end of the world. 

Marlene is trying to save the world, to create a better world - but if it’s a world without Ellie, it’s not a world Joel wants to live in. how could the world ever be better if she’s not in it?

“it’s okay, you’re with me.” the sequel to every look at me, it’s me. always reminding her that he is here and she is safe with him. he won’t let anyone hurt her, not if he can help it. and god help anyone who gets in his way.

he’s trying on their hike to lighten the mood again by talking about Sarah. cementing for him that Ellie is his daughter now, too. he can talk about both of them, and it’s like he’s trying to show her that she’s family to him now with the comparisons. but at the same time, ellie is hesitant. both because of the concern she harbors about the hospital and what really happened - but maybe too because this is just another reminder to her that she’ll never be Sarah. Joel will always be the only father and family she’s had. but he’ll always have had another daughter first - and if Sarah was still around, Ellie would never have Joel.

he’s lying, he’s lying to her and she knows it. that silence - she gave him one last chance to tell her the truth. she doesn’t know what happened, but she sure as hell knows Joel is keeping something from her. and my heart is breaking because all that stable bond they built - suddenly it’s shaky. 

#tlou #the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #joel and ellie #tlou spoilers #spoilers #I AM UNWELL OVER THEM #i need season 2 now #i cried through most of the episode tbh #look for the light

[lilac-hecox]

Shayne wants to propose to Ian but he finds out that Ian doesn't want to get married. The ending can either be sad or happy depending where the story takes you.

Ian/Shayne - Married

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They are filming some game for the Smosh Games channel, one of those ‘get to know you’ type of games where everyone answers varying degrees of silly to serious questions. It’s Ian’s turn when he pulls a card.

“Do you ever want to get married?” Ian reads.

He doesn’t glance at Shayne because they are filming, and it would be way too obvious. He thinks quietly for a moment and Chanse makes a joke about how Ian would need to date someone before he could marry someone. Shayne grins and laughs along.

Then Ian answers.

“I actually don’t think I ever want to get married.”

Ian’s answer feels like a knife to the heart for Shayne. He knew that Ian was a little committed phobic, but he always thought it was more contingent on the right person. Ian was firm about not having kids and Shayne was willing to give up the idea of being a parent if it meant he got to spend the rest of his life with Ian, but he didn’t know that Ian also never wanted to get married.

It shouldn’t change much in their relationship. They’ve been together close to three years now and Shayne loves Ian with his whole heart and soul, but Ian’s just turned thirty-six and Shayne is in his early thirties and recently, he had been thinking about marriage, about how nice it would be to be with Ian forever as his husband.

Shayne hadn’t gone so far as to buy a ring, but he had browsed online a few times, a few nights when Ian was dozing on the couch while they watched bad reality TV on one of their streaming services. He had glanced over at Ian, the older man’s eyes closed, a peaceful and soft look on his face, and he couldn’t help but imagine the moment. He had let himself imagine getting down on one knee, surprising Ian with the ring, asking the question and seeing Ian’s eyes fill with joy.

All that was snatched away from him in one moment, one answer to one stupid question for one stupid video.

Shayne stays composed for the rest of the video and after filming is over he and Ian walk back to Ian’s office.

“You okay?” Ian asks, noticing Shayne’s energy and how it’s off.

“Uh, yeah, I just. Was that true what you said? You don’t ever want to get married.”

Ian shrugs, “I mean, basically? I don’t really see the point. You love someone you don’t really need a piece of paper to tell you it’s official.”

Shayne nods but his insides feel cold and strange. He hears Ian but he feels a million miles away at the same time.

Ian stops walking. They are alone in the hallway near his office.

“Shayne?”

“I’m okay, I’m just surprised I guess? We hadn’t really ever talked about it. I mean, I know you don’t want kids and I accepted that. I didn’t know you also never wanted to get married.”

Ian’s eyes are soft and worried when he looks at Shayne.

“I didn’t know it meant so much to you?”

“Me either, I guess?” Shayne says.

They are quiet before Ian nods towards his office, “Come on.”

Shayne follows him and they enter Ian’s office, Ian closing the door gently behind them. He turns to look at Shayne.

“You know I love you, right? More than anything.”

“I love you too,” Shayne croaks.

There feels like more is left unsaid, like a heavy chain around Shayne’s throat. There are moments in relationships when you know that there is a turning point, that something shifts and is different, that something changes the foundation and DNA of it all. This feels like one of those moments.

Ian looks guilty and Shayne feels bad for making Ian feel guilty about this.

“It’s not a big deal,” Shayne says, desperately trying to avoid conflict, especially with his boyfriend, especially at work.

Ian sits on the couch in his office and pats the spot next to him, inviting Shayne to sit.

“Except it is for you. You’re already giving up a family for me,” Ian says, “and you’d be giving up a wedding and marriage too.”

Shayne shakes his head, “I told you I’m okay with not having kids if it means I get to be with you.”

Ian frowns, “but you still want them, don’t you? Deep down?”

Shayne bites his lip and won’t answer. Deep down, yes. Deep down somewhere, he hopes maybe someday Ian will change his mind, like if he waits long enough Ian will turn into the kind of man that wants to get married and wants to raise children with him.

Ian takes the silence as answer enough.

“Shayne,” Ian says gently.

“Don’t-“Shayne says quickly, “I want to be with you.”

Ian touches Shayne’s knee softly, “I want to be with you too, but not if it means robbing you of what you want in a relationship, things that I can’t give you.”

Shayne feels his heart crack in a million different directions, splintering all at once.

“Why does this feel like you’re breaking up with me?” Shayne says breathlessly, trying to laugh, it won’t come.

“I’m not,” Ian says, “but I think we should both think about what we really want here. I know in my heart I love you, but I don’t think I’ll ever change my mind on not getting married and not raising kids, Shayne.”

Shayne nods. He can live with it. He can deal. He wants Ian.

“I want you,” Shayne says.

“At what expense to your own happiness, Shayne? I don’t want you to wake up and be fifty and realize that staying with me fucked up your hopes for your own life. “

“Ian- “

“Just, think about it okay?”

Shayne nods, and he can’t help how his eyes get wet. Ian squeezes at his knee.

“I’m going to give you space, okay? Stay in here as long as you need.”

Ian leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to Shayne’s head before he gets up and quietly leaves his office.

Shayne is numb as he sits on the couch in Ian’s office. He’s left with a choice, one he doesn’t want to make.

#shian #shayan #smoshships #polysmosh #angst #right person wrong time #my fic #my fics #my writing #ian's day #Ian's day 2023 #I AM SORRY #don't offer me the option of angst i'll take it