about hope and alyssa

I Don’t... (Theo Raeken)

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Female Reader

Summary: It’s been 4 years since Y/N and Theo graduated University. It’s also been 4 years since Theo dumped Y/N because he didn’t want to put her through a long-distance relationship. Y/N was finally on her way to happiness with the guy of her dreams, but on her wedding day, Y/N makes an impulse decision that leaves everyone, including Theo, shocked.

Warning(s): swear words, cheating, 

Word Count: 1,832 (this was waaaaaay longer than I wanted it to be)

Published: october 18, ‘17

Requested: yes [] | no [X]

A/N: This is loosely based off of a few episodes of Friends (I absolutely love that show)! It’s super romantic and sappy but this is one of my favourite pieces so far! Requests are currently OPEN and I write for these characters! I hope you guys enjoy!


Prompt List

Originally posted by likelylahey


“Y/N, we can’t do a long-distance relationship. I can’t put you through that…” Theo said looking into Y/N’s eyes. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening, as her and Theo were the perfect couple, and they’ve been through too much to throw away their relationship.

“Theo, please don’t do this. I love you too much to throw this away. You and I both know we can do long-distance, or at least try,” she started, holding in the tears that were ready to start pouring out. “You’re my soulmate, we’re supposed to get married and have kids and live happily ever. Theo, we’ve been through way too much to throw this away!” She exclaimed, letting out a few tears, as Theo let out a sigh and let go of her hands.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t do that to you. I love you too much…” he trailed, not breaking eye contact. They stood in silence for a few minutes before Y/N spoke.

“I hate you, and I can’t believe you’re throwing this relationship away after we’ve spent YEARS building it. Theo, we’ve been though hell together, and fuck I can’t believe I thought you had changed. You’re still the same little boy that runs away from his problems and gives up when things get hard. I never want to see you again!” She said, storming out of their shared apartment, finally releasing the tears that had built up. She decided to stay with Lydia and Stiles for a couple weeks and once she had finally gathered all of her stuff, she left California and has yet to return.


“I can’t believe we’re getting married tomorrow!” Y/N’s fiancé, Max, exclaimed while they laid in bed. After the whole Theo debacle, Y/N had decided to move as far away from California as possible. While moving into her new apartment in New Jersey, she met her neighbour and now fiancé Max. They instantly hit it off and Y/N finally felt happy. After a year and a half, she finally decided to tell Max about what happened with Theo, and to her surprise he was completely understanding. She was honest with him and told him that she still thought about Theo sometimes, and although he was initially a little hurt, he understood.

“Y/N, are you okay?” She heard Max ask, snapping her out of train of thought. She nodded her head and smiled.

“I love you, Y/N. I can’t wait for you to be my wife,” Max said, giving her a kiss on the forehead before turning off the lamp on the bedside table. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her one last kiss before they both closed their eyes and drifting off.


Today was the day Y/N had been waiting for. Today was finally the day her and Max were getting married. Her mind briefly drifted to Theo, but she quickly shook the thought and replaced it with Max. This is what she had been waiting for since the day he proposed. Her hair and makeup was already done, and she was just strolling around the church, when she came across Max’s dressing room. She was about to walk in, but she heard a voice she didn’t recognize.

“Are you going to take another ‘business trip’ and come see me soon?” Y/N heard a woman say.

“Alyssa baby, just because I’m getting married doesn’t mean what we have is ending,” Max responded. Y/N held in the tears as she peaked into the room and saw the two of them kissing.

“After my honeymoon, I promise I’ll come see you and we can have some fun, just like we did in the Caribbean last year,” Max said and Alyssa let out a small giggle. Y/N took a deep breath before turning around to go back to her dressing room. She grabbed her purse and keys, and ran out of the church as fast as she could.

“Y/n, where are you going?” Her father questioned. Y/N ran right passed him, but he followed her out to the parking lot.

“Dad, I can’t marry him. He’s been cheating on me this entire time with some girl and he just fucking told her they’ll see each other even when we’re married! I-I can’t do this dad, I need to go back to Beacon Hills and find Theo!”

“Let’s go. I’m hiding you until you can get out of here,” he responded. Y/N just stared at him in shock. “No one breaks my little girl heart and gets away with it. Although I don’t like Theo because of what he’s done, he’s never cheated on you and has NEVER done anything even remotely close to it. Let’s go baby girl,” he said, and Y/N happily obliged.


Y/N packed up as much of her stuff as possible as soon as she got in the door to her and Max’s shared apartment. She didn’t know why she was doing this, all she knew was that it was the right thing to do, especially after what she just witnessed at the church. She packed up as much as she could pack in her suitcases could fit, before picking up a pen and writing Max a note.


I’m sorry to do this, but I know about you and Alyssa. I hope she makes you happy, and I hope she was worth it since you ruined our relationship. I hope you have a nice life with her, and I’m so glad I didn’t waste anymore time with you.

Take care asshole!


She let out a sigh before leaving it on the island before bringing her suitcases out into her parents shared SUV, stuffing them into the back and heading to the airport.

“Thank you, Dad. This means a lot to me, and you need to promise me something,” Y/N said.

“What’s that?”

“Kick Max’s ass, and make sure he suffers real pain,” she said and her dad let out a laugh. They finally arrived at the airport and Y/N ran out of the SUV, straight to the ticket attendant.

“I need to be on your first flight out to Beacon Hills, California, I don’t care how expensive the ticket is,” Y/N said.

“We only have one first class ticket left on a flight that leaves in an hour, and it will be landing at the Beacon County Airport” the attendant responded.

“I’ll take it! Let me just go grab my bags and I’ll be back,” Y/N said, sprinting back to her father. He gave her a hug and helped her bring her suitcases into the airport. After everything was all settled and she had made it through security, Y/N was on a flight to Beacon Hills. She pondered what she was going to say to Theo, hell she didn’t even know if he wanted to see her, or even if he stilled lived in the apartment they once shared. She took a deep breath before closing her eyes and falling asleep.


As soon as her flight landed, Y/N called a taxi and rushed to get out of the airport. The entire cab ride to the apartment, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she was going to say to him. She got so deep into her thought that she didn’t even notice they had arrived. She paid the driver and sprinted up the stairs as fast as she could while carrying 2 suitcases, and stood in front of her old apartment. She was hoping Theo was still living here, and that he was single. Y/N took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Y/N?” Theo questioned confusedly after opening the door. She nodded her head and all of a sudden, his face was filled with shock and amazement. “What the hell are you doing here?” he said.

“Wow, I can’t believe you still live here after all this time. Look, I know you’re probably married, or engaged, or dating someone but I just had to tell you that I couldn’t do it T. I couldn’t marry Max, because he’s not the guy I want to be with. You are. It’s always been you.” Y/N said as she caught her breath. Theo couldn’t believe his eyes, as the woman he’s always loved was sitting in front him.

“You left Max at the alter for me?” He whispered in shock.

“Yes…” she trailed off, staring into his eyes.

“Y/N, if I’m honest, I haven’t had a girlfriend since you. I’ve been on plenty of dates, but no one even compared you. When I heard from Lydia that you were getting married, I knew it was too late. I had lost the girl I was meant to be with, my soulmate. I can’t believe you’ve felt the same way this whole time,” he said before opening the door wider, signaling for her to come in. The apartment looked exactly the same as it did when she left. She turned to look at him before speaking again.

“Theo, I haven’t felt this way the entire time. I hated you so much at the beginning, I hated you for breaking my heart. You ruined me, I was so afraid to let people in, but when I met Max, that all changed. I was so happy with him, and he treated me like gold. I thought he was going to be my forever, but boy was I wrong. Before the wedding, I heard Max talking to another woman. Apparently, all those ‘business trips’ he’s been taking haven’t actually been business trips, he’s been flying out to different places to see her. I feel like such an idiot…” Y/N said, dropping her head. Theo walked up to her and placed a finger under her chin, lifting it up.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I hurt you, and as soon as I broke up with you I regretted it. I’m so glad you came back to me, even after what I put you through. Max is a fucking idiot, and you deserve so much more than that. I know I broke your heart, but I would NEVER hurt you the way he did. God you’re still as beautiful as you were the last time,” Theo said as Y/N stood on her tippy toes and brought her lips to his. He was very gentle with her, making sure to pull her close and admire every minute of it. Y/N had missed how soft his kisses were and how gentle he was with her. When he pulled away, they stared into each others eyes for a few seconds before Y/N spoke.

“You’re still a good kisser,” she said, smiling as he let out a laugh. Of course, this isn’t the way she imagined the day would play out, but once she began to think about it, it was WAY better than the day she would have spent with Max. She was finally reunited with the one true love, the absolute love of her life, her soulmate.

ok but the fact that bts went from going to L.A. when they were filming AHL two years ago where pretty much no one recognized them to going all the way to Norway and having all these fans notice them is crazy to me bc look how far they’ve come

anonymous asked:

"let the harmos go, they hace the chance to see the girls live" - LSB is filmed in LA so it's gonna be the same damn Harmos that get to see them for everything lol. Interesting that OnSet (the casting company that gives out the tickets) calls it a "casted audience" though, wonder if they'll have to sign a nondisclosure agreement or anything so details don't leak. At least it's only open to ages 18+, there's a (slightly) better chance of those harmonizers being more mature about the whole thing.

“More mature” lets hope 💀

highlights of the SuperBowl Predictions video

-kling “yeah, that’s the panthers”
-carli is extremely reasonable and level headed
-jae hinkle teasing steph about the pats
-sam mewis “i hope it gets cancelled”
-moe being adorable 
- “well, i’m from denver…” - horan 
-becky is also extremely reasonable and level headed
- “panthers were my mascot in high school, so they’re gonna win”- okay KO
-CP doesn’t watch football, is cute
- “I love Eli and I figure Eli probably loves his brother”
-ali krieger is beautiful
- *ash and hope high five, ask alyssa what she said, realize she said the same thing, proceed to also high five alyssa*
- “see, the GKs stick together”
-alyssa is salty about the patriots
-hope calls Newton a “stud” 
-ash doesn’t give a fuck but is cute and is going to root for whoever ali roots for
-crystal dunn does lots of silly dance moves

My God, I Shall Believe You (MotxDianite)

(I wrote this late at night after a Mianite stream a bit ago. I know, it’s probably really sappy and bad, but here you go!)


Mot is like a son to Dianite. Mot is his right hand man, his true follower. Mot knew he would never betray his God. That was until relationships caused him to lie awake at night, wanting something more. Mot wanted more than ‘follower’ and 'son’. He wanted love.



Characters belong to the Mianite creators and crew.


Mot lay awake at night. He remembered Alyssa, her smile, the way her eyes first lit up when he saved her from what was supposed to be her destiny. He swooped in and saved her. Mot went off to trade, and received more than his payment: he’d received his fate. He came home with a child, a troubled child by the name of Alyssa, who Mot grew to love more every day. Mot knew Alyssa was here with him, and her chest of flower crowns and pink clothing was just downstairs, and if you listened really well, you could here her breathing while she slept. Little did Alyssa know, that Mot was looking for something: he was looking for his other half.
He’d stand there, talking to his friends. Spark and Ianite would laugh together, and Ianite’s eyes would glitter when Spark chuckled, like it was the first time she’d ever heard it and thought it would be the last. Martha and Steve would stand close to each other, and would hold hands secretly behind their backs, as if the rest of the group didn’t realize they loved each other. Mot stood there, alone, knowing Dianite was watching him from afar, with Alyssa at the house. Mot had people he loved, but they weren’t his. They didn’t consider him the only part of their life. When he looked around at Spark and Ianite, or Martha and Steve, Mot felt alone, standing there, twiddling his thumbs. Mot knew what he wanted, but what he wanted was out of his reach.
Mot wanted Dianite.
Dianite knew Mot like a son. He’d watched over Mot for years, guiding him, preparing him for his next decision. Dianite was there for Mot when he had nobody, before he found Alyssa, when his life was only his and nobody could alter his opinions. Now that he’d found his place in life, Mot began to wonder if this was the end of his road.
Deep down inside, Mot was scared. He was scared that Alyssa would leave him, and that Dianite would dissappear, and that he’d have nobody. This is why Mot needed somebody. He believed he’d found the right person. Telling this individual, however, was a stepping-stone Mot hadn’t reached, not yet.
Mot was willing to confess, but, instead, he wrote.
Mot leaped from his bed, pausing to find out if he’d woken up Alyssa. Feeling relieved that the child had no idea what he was thinking, Mot made his way to his type-writer, taking a deep breath. As soon as Mot’s fingers hit the buttons, he knew he’d have to let it all out, here and now.
Mot wrote his confession until dawn. He lifted his eyes from the paper and glanced around the room, realizing that he’d written all night. Looking down, Mot saw a floor of crumpled pages. He never remembered scrapping them.
Mot wondered if it was worth writing his thoughts down. He believed they would just bring shame and embarrassment his way. However, he thought back to why he wrote these words in the first place; he remembered Spark and Ianite, Martha and Steve, and realized that they had planned to stick together, until the bitter end.
Mot clenched his jaw, bit his tongue, and typed the last words.
I need you, Dianite. I love you. I will regret this, but I couldn’t contain it. Not after everything, not after all of this.
Mot took the very last sheet and picked up the pile of finished papers. He grabbed some leather, quickly crafting something that resembled the cover of a book. Mot stuffed the papers inside. He sprinted to a chest and dropped it inside. Closing it, Mot hurried upstairs. He needed sleep, and wanted nothing more than to shut his eyes and drift away. Mot barely reached his bed before he collapsed onto his bed, grabbing the sheets from under them and carelessly throwing them on top of himself. Mot sighed, knowing Alyssa would let him sleep. He fell asleep just as the sun rose.

'Mot? Mot!’
Mot groaned, feeling stiff all over. He didn’t move. Somebody suddenly shook him, and he moaned, turning his head. Alyssa stood there, her hair wet, a grin on her face.
'Good morning! Well, good evening,’ Alyssa giggled. 'How long has it been since you’ve had a sleeping routine? Days? Weeks? Months?’
'Years,’ Mot muttered, using the last of his strength to sit upright on the bed. 'What d'you need?’
'Well, you need to eat,’ Alyssa told him. 'But, you also have a visitor!’
'Tell them to come back another time,’ Mot said, rising from the bed.
'Uh..I can’t do that,’ Alyssa admitted.
There were two loud stomps from downstairs.
Mot looked at Alyssa and cocked his eyebrow. 'Really?’
'What?’ Alyssa grinned. 'I can’t exactly say no to a God, can I?’
Alyssa headed downstairs in her pink armor, a pink and white flower crown hanging off her head. A few minutes after, Mot came down. Dianite was leaning against the entrance to their home. Alyssa was reaching into a chest, and took out a bright flower crown, tossing it toward Dianite. Dianite caught it in one hand, and twirled it in his fingers. Mot watched him from the foot of the stairs.
'What is your obsession with these..flower rings, may I ask?’ Dianite asked Alyssa, who closed the chest.
'They’re flower crowns! They’re pretty and fun to make. I can teach you!’ Alyssa smiled. She hurried over to Dianite, grabbing the crown from his hand and dropping it on top of his head, around his horns.
'Um..Maybe not today, Alyssa,’ Dianite chuckled. Alyssa hurried out the front door, leaving Dianite and Mot alone.
Mot grabbed his book from the otherwise empty chest. He moved upstairs, and put it on a shelf. He turned around suddenly and Dianite was leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs. He looked at the shelf and cocked his eyebrows.
'What have you got there?’ Dianite asked, making his way over to the shelf. Mot snatched it from the shelf and held it close to him, realizing he was stupid to leave it lying out in the open, especially with Dianite around.
'It’s..Um..Blood magic!’ Mot blurted out. 'I’m trying to learn blood magic.’
'Oh,’ Dianite chuckled. 'Well, I can help you, if you want. I know a thing or two.’
Dianite smiled at Mot, and Mot tried not to blush.
'I better be going. Ianite has been asking for my presence,’ Dianite told Mot.
'Of course,’ Mot said. 'Praise be.’
Dianite nodded and suddenly, he was gone.


Mot had just left the house when he heard his name; he turned around and saw Alyssa and Martha running toward him.
'Evening, Martha,’ Mot smiled. She grinned and nodded.
'Sorry for not being home! Martha and Steve were telling me stories about Urulu from years ago,’ Alyssa giggled.
'Nothing inappropriate, I hope, Martha,’ Mot teased.
'Nothing of the sort, Mot! What would’ve brought you to believe I’d tell such tales?’ Martha chuckled.
'I’m just heading down to the river. Were you both heading home?’ Mot asked.
'I can mind her until you come back, if you want,’ Martha offered.
'That’s very generous, Martha,’ Mot told her. ’D'you want to stay with Martha, Alyssa?’
Alyssa giggled. 'I’ll see you later, Mot!’
Martha and Alyssa began to walk once again, and Mot jogged down to the lake, the sun dropping behind the desert sand.


Do I want to do this?
Should I?
Will it change anything?
Mot asked himself these questions as he stood on the bed of the river, pieces of paper in hand, contemplating whether or not to hide his feelings for his God.
He’s my God! Mot thought. It’s stupid! It’s hopeless! Why do I think I stand a chance?
Mot jumped, and accidentally dropped some pages into the water. He watched them float away.
'Mot, stop.’
Mot slowly turned around and saw his God.
'Dianite! What are you doing here?’ Mot said. He was trying to act normal.
Dianite sighed, lowering his eyes to the grass below him. 'Mot..’
He unfolded a piece of paper and held it in front of him. Mot stepped forward to read it.
I need you, Dianite. I love you.
Dianite found the final page of his confession.
Mot backed away and didn’t look Dianite in the eye. Mot had been so stupid. He felt so worthless. He had false hope and believed that he would’ve had a chance, but instead, Mot had embarrassed himself more than ever before.
'I knew,’ Dianite whispered.
'You knew what?’ Mot muttered, all happiness draining out of him.
'I knew that you..I knew that you loved me. I could see it. More than a brotherly love. It was real.’ Dianite stepped towards Mot. 'I saw it when you looked at Ianite and Spark. I saw it every time you arrived home from a journey. You didn’t want to travel the road alone.’
'But that doesn’t matter now, does it?’ Mot snapped. 'Look at me! I’m a mess. I’m worthless. I’m stupid for believing I could..I thought I could love a God! A petty human!’
Mot removed pages from the leather folder and crumpled them. He threw page after page into the river, getting angrier every time.
'Mot..’ Dianite whispered.
'I’m so stupid,’ Mot muttered to himself.
'Mot!’ Dianite repeated, louder than before.
'My feelings mean nothing. Nobody cares about-’
'Mot!’ Dianite shouted. He grabbed Mot’s wrist. Mot slowly turned around, hands shaking.
'You are not worthless.’ Dianite looked him straight in the eye. 'You have a purpose. You were put here for a reason. You were born to follow me. You were born to be my right hand man, my helper. You are like a son to me. Never think for a second that you have no reason to be here. Alyssa needs you. Your friends, Spark and Martha and Steve need you. I need you.’
Mots hands were shaking as bad as ever before and Dianite noticed.
'Mot, I..’ Dianite gulped, looking down at the ground with round eyes. 'I need you. I..I love you.’
Mot looked up in shock. Dianite looked up slowly, and smiled at Mot. He took the remaining pages from Mot’s grasp and held them in his hands. 'How about we head back to your home, and read these pages? A lot can be revealed late at night.’
Dianite let go of Mot’s wrist and eventually, Mot began to walk back home. Him and Dianite stood close together, exchanging glances and smiles.
'Please believe every word I said back there. All of it is true. All of it.’
Mot blushed. Dianite noticed and chuckled. Mot smiled tenderly at him, his cheeks red. 'I’ll try and believe.’