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Ring Once

Story by reddit user Pippinacious

I’d never been good in storms, but I was even worse in hospitals, so when the choice came to go visit Nana, my ma’s mother, or stay home and brave the thunder and lightning on my own, I only hesitated for a moment before making my decision.

“You sure you don’t want to come, Hannah?” Ma asked, hovering uncertainly in the doorway leading to the garage.

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How They Act When You’re On Your Period (Avengers Preference)

Sorry I haven’t been around lately guys!! I’m hoping to start being more active again! Hope you guys like this and it begins to make up for my months of inactivity! I’ve had this request for a while so I hope y’all like it!


Tony Stark:

He buys you everything you could want, and more. The first time you ask him to go to the store for you he comes back with every single piece of chocolate he could find at Duane Reade and about ten different boxes of pads and tampons. He also has a new heating pad and your favorite take out. When he’s done putting everything away (he insisted on doing it himself while you tried out the new heating pad), he lays next to you on the couch, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head. You thought he couldn’t get any more perfect until he finally ques up your favorite romcom without you having to say a word.

Steve Rogers:

Steve is sort of embarrassed at first. Back in his day this kind of thing wasn’t exactly talked about, especially not with scrawny ol’ him. So the first time you ask him to go out and grab you a few things he turns so red, you swear you can see his chest flush beneath his white cotton t-shirt. After he stutters for a few seconds and tears start welling in your eyes because you are just way too hormonal right now, Steve runs out of your apartment only to return a few minutes later with your favorite chocolate, your exact brand of tampons/pads, your favorite movie, and a cute teddy bear wearing a captain america outfit. He lays with you for the rest of the day, holding you close and rubbing your stomach as he spoons you on the couch, all forgiven.

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky takes it in stride. Much like Steve, he wasn’t exactly used to talking about this kind of thing, but as soon as you tell him you need him he’s there to do whatever you ask. He makes you breakfast in bed. He runs to the store to get you chocolate. He even goes to the store to get you tampons/pads (making sure he has your preferred brand and type written down). When he takes a while to come back he tells you he had to ask for help from a store employee. And whenever he gets back he spends the rest of the day holding you in his lap as he holds a heating pad to your stomach and whispers how much he loves you into your ear.

Bruce Banner:

He stutters a little in the beginning when you first bring it up. He’s used to this type of thing, but only from a doctor standpoint. He goes and gets you what you need, but he also asks you questions that you would normally only hear from your doctor, making you blush as much as he had earlier. After he agrees never to ask you those questions again, you both go to lay in his room as he brushes his hand through your hair and reads you your favorite book. You spend the rest of the day curled up in one of Bruce’s big knit sweaters, drifting in and out of sleep, with a cup of your favorite tea sitting on the bedside. 

Clint Barton:

He invites you up to his little nest. He fills it with your favorite blankets from the Tower (he even gets rid of the old ratty one you hate for the few days you’re up there), and has a stash of your favorite chocolate. He makes sure everyone knows not to bother you for the next few days as you just laze around and curl up together. Clint spends the whole time reading you your favorite books and telling you stories about his more memorable missions. He just wants to make sure you’re comfortable because he knows how tough you are and if this is causing you pain it must be rough. 

Pietro Maximoff:

Pietro spends the few days running around town and getting you whatever you want. Chocolate, tampons/pads, your favorite take out, flowers, he even runs out and gets you that new shirt you’ve been eyeing in the H&M window for about a week now. By the time he’s done running around all you want is for him to come and cuddle with you in bed. And that’s exactly what he does, after running around the tower to grab your favorite blankets, junk food, and turn on your favorite movie. Pietro wants you to feel like a princess because that’s exactly what you are to him. 

Thor Odinson:

He is so sympathetic. He buries you in a mountain of blankets and curls up with you, holding you close. He let’s you wear his huge sweaters that smell just like him, and he even lets you use his cape like a blanket. He offers to go to the store for you, but you know exactly how that would turn out so instead you ask if he can just make it storm outside, letting you two have the perfect lazy day inside. As the thunder rolls outside the window and the rain patters against the roof, Thor rubs soothing circles on your back as he tells you stories of the nine realms and his adventures back in Asgard. 

Loki Laufeyson:

He is kind of confused at first. He asks if this ailment is something he can fix with magic but you vehemently tell him no, not wanting to risk whatever consequences may arise. Eventually Loki realizes all he can do is be there for you so that’s exactly what he does. He lounges around with you all day, making you tea and reciting poetry to you while you lay in bed. He offers to go to the store for you and you instantly regret it when he comes back with adult diapers (”the package looks the same!”). You can’t stay mad though when he holds up a bag of your favorite junk food and let’s you wear his cape for the rest of the day as you two pig out and watch your favorite cheesy romcoms. 

Sam Wilson:

Sam stays in bed with you all day long. He holds you close and gives you all the covers. He even blows off Steve when Steve comes around asking for a training partner. He wants to make sure you know that he’s there for you in your time of need and nothing is going to make him leave your side (unless of course you need him to go to the store for you). He’ll even run you a hot bath in the evening with your favorite candle lit on the counter and your favorite spotify playlist humming quietly in the background. The other guys on the team may call him whipped, but he knows how to treat the love of his life right. 

Scott Lang:

He likes to joke around but when you give him that look he totally understands. He builds you a giant pillow fort in the living room and wraps you up in your favorite blanket, handing you a warm tea and piling up all of your favorite junk foods in the corner of the fort before turning on your favorite princess movie. He’ll hold you until you doze off before he sneaks out to the store to grab you what you need. He’s back before you wake up and holds you close the rest of the day, cracking jokes every so often. Before you doze off again, he tells you how thankful he is that you’re going to be around when Cassie goes through all this, but you reassure him that he would be fine.


He spends the few days you’re on your period treating you like a queen. He has servants attending to your every need, and you never even have to change out out of your pj’s. And while he may have to attend to a few meetings, he makes sure that he’s able to be with you as much as possible. When the meetings are over the phone he lets you sit in his office with him, setting you in his lap and rubbing his hands up and down your back. When he’s not busy with meetings or training, T’Challa spends the day in bed with you, holding you close and keeping you warm. He also brings you cute little gifts like flowers he picked himself from the jungle, beautiful jewelry made of the stones found in the Wakandan mines, and he even brings you a kitten to keep you company when he has to be away. 


Hope y’all liked it!

Imagine and Preference requests are OPEN! (Still no ships)

more ridiculous things i’ve done for writing:

- weighted a grapefruit in my hands to see if i could justifiably describe something as “weighing as much as a grapefruit”
- done jumping jacks for 5 minutes straight so the memory of how exertion feels would be fresh in my mind
- googled images of butterscotch to see if “butterscotch” could be a hair colour
- casually stared at people at bus stops trying to figure out how i would hypothetically recreate their image in words
- written 7 different beginnings for a story to see which one i liked best
- gone to venice
- enthusiastically spoken dialogue aloud to myself to see how it sounds
- tried to read 3 books in one day
- experienced terrible things, reacting with “i can write about this”
- screamed incoherently at someone for turning on the tv while i was in the room, writing
- sat there perfectly still staring into space trying to imagine what getting a boner feels like
- “hey re-enact this scene with me”
- sat upside-down for ten minutes trying to get my brain to work
- squandered schoolwork and free time alike for years
- written

Worth It

Summary: You’ve been secretly dating Jared for almost a year when he slips up at a convention, accidentally revealing your relationship to the fans. He makes it up to you in your hotel room.
Words: 5.4k
Jared x Reader, Jensen (mentioned James Lafferty and Chad Michael Murray)
Warnings: good-natured bullshiting between a loving couple, smut
Square filled: Fingering
A/N: this was requested by @blacksiren after donating to my justgiving page, and it’s written as part of this year’s @spnkinkbingo

Your name: submit What is this?

Keeping relationships hidden from the world was something you’d gotten used to over the years of working in TV.

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Harry regularly embarrassing Draco in front of their friends like--
  • Harry: He waits up for me when I get held up at work.
  • Harry: He cooks for me... or tries to anyway-- I've put out three fires this week.
  • Harry: He's honestly just so damn cuddly, it's unbelievable really.
  • Harry: He makes this weird purring sound when I play with his hair.
  • Harry: He needs a minimum of eight kisses every ten minutes.
  • *Draco walks in with his nose in the air*
  • Draco: Hello there, Scarhead.
  • Everyone: *cooing sounds directed at Draco*
  • Draco: *furious* What the actual fuck have you been telling them about me this time, you utter bastard?
No Pain-No Gain

Request:  I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636.
Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader
WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language.
Author’s Note: Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.

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Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.

I hate my soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s your fucking soulmate, especially mine).

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I’ve tried writing about you ten different times now, and I have yet to find a grouping of words that fit how I feel towards you at this moment.
 I don’t hate you but I don’t like you,
 I don’t wish you the worst but I don’t wish you the best. 
I can’t seem to wrap my mind around your actions, maybe you could explain?
 My heart stings when I think of the two of you.
 The concerned look on your face when you asked me if I was okay was so fake, I wanted to touch it to make sure you weren’t made of plastic.
I want to throw every foul insult I have at you, but I’ve learned better.
I’ll sit here and wait for Karma to creep around the corner ,
And when She asks me where you are, I won’t hesitate to point my finger at you. 
She is not kind, She is not forgiving.
 But She is always consistent. 
And She will come for you.
 I hope he was worth it.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! Can we get some Matt Holt headcanons? This guy deserves some attention. If you want you can write some nsfw headcanons too ~ Thanks!

i love matt holt with all of my heart like wow i now have two meme boys i love (this includes lance like pls ofc)


  • totally a babbler when he likes someone
  • I hc him as a person who trips over their words in an effort to talk to his crush
    • Matt having a crush is the most amusing thing to watch, especially when he tries to flirt with them and ends up talking about his bad eyesight for the next ten minutes
      • “don’t worry, the Garrison will fix it so we can go and watch a movie together and I wouldn’t have to wear my glasses!”
      • like
      • ……..ok, Matt
  • makes it so painfully obvious when he has a thing for someone
  • gets ten times more blush-y around the person he likes and would most likely try to overcompensate by showing off
    • Shiro: Hey, why’re you limping?
    • Matt, having done five set of squats without warming up: Oh, Y/N was in the gym and I had to show her my mad glute skills.
  • lives for the idea of innovative dates!
    • he would totally bring you to unexplored places like a planet filled with diamonds, or a cluster of stars with beautiful views for your first date
    • Matt: *tips his fedora* M’lady
    • since he’s good bros with Hunk, expect him to give you a whole banquet prepared picnic-style
    • he’s just a sweet romantic like that
  • off loads a lot of his emotions to Pidge, even if they explicitly say they don’t wanna hear anything about it
    • “For the last time, Matt, why don’t you ask her out?!”
    • “I can’t! What if she says ‘no’?”
    • “What if she says ‘yes’?”
    • “A ‘no’ has the higher chance of being the probability.”
    • “God, you’re so…..difficult.”
  • super picky with his food. like, you thought Pidge was bad bc they can’t take peanut butter, but Matt’s allergic to gluten and shell fish
    • eating with him is a riot bc you both don’t know what alien food contains
    • you would have to be super careful in offering him anything to eat
    • i like to see the placing of his transporter signal at the graveyard as a joke with the other rebels in this context, bc he couldn’t keep any food down without exploding in hives
  • Pidge makes it their mission in life to cockblock you two, just to get Matt riled up
    • but they will concede and be Matt’s best wingman which then gets you interested in him, so that’s a plus :))
  • even as friends, Matt is hella protective of you (bc he has lost a lot in his life) and he will always have your back in a battle or be there if you need a person to talk to
  • a good listener, like, he can take your ramblings and venting no problemo
  • your local meme dealer who likes to think he’s shady asf but is secretly a goof
    • “you got the good kush?”
    • “yeah, I do.” 
    • *Matt wraps you a hug* “you know I always got the bestest kush”


  • he definitely has an authority kink that he’s mortified to explain to his s/o
    • didn’t expect to be turned on by you calling him ‘commander’ in bed, but oh well, accidents happen and sometimes they yield amazing results ;))
  • Matt’s probably had a few experiences back at the Garrison, but they all happened to be one night stands
  • he couldn’t let anyone know about his….deviations, bc his Dad’s part of the Board of Instructors so everything was hush hush
    • incredibly good at having sex in semi-public places bc of this
    • loves to just place his palm over your mouth and ride you from the back as his harsh breathing washes over your neck and shoulders
  • loveloveloves giving oral
    • he’s not much for receiving it, as he’s an awkward bean and doesn’t like holding eye contact during blow-jobs  
    • but for you – oh man, he loves the way how you fall apart under his talented tongue
  • speaking of tongue, this boy’s got a mouth on him
  • but he’s p vanilla, so it’s all just variations of phrases like
    • “are you close?”
    • “you feel so good.”
    • “I can feel you pulsing around me.”
  • he’s a hella subby boy and wouldn’t mind you taking the lead
    • his fave position is girl on top bc he likes watching your body move on his and will tease you by gently nipping your neck or playing with your nipples
    • also, he likes watching you sink up and down his cock bc he’s a little bit voyeuristic in that sense
  • protective as fuck
  • he’s usually a pretty chill guy, but whenever some alien (or Lance) flirts with you, it sends him into a jealousy hyper-drive
  • would literally walk over to you and wrap his arm around you as he gives whoever dared flirt with you a smug grin
    • then he takes you to the closest unoccupied room and gives you the ride of your life 
    • he secretly loves the idea that he leaves you a little sore so you will be thinking of him throughout the day 
    • jealousy does crazy things to a man 
  • loves leaving you begging and making you beg for him
    • there’s just something about your hoarse voice and pleading eyes that gets him incredibly hard whenever he thinks about it
  • says the most filthiest things in the middle of innocent situations
  • once when you were both lounging in the common room, he nonchalantly mentioned the night before, while tracing the marks he left on your inner thighs
    • “i should leave them a little higher next time.”
  • that little shit knows exactly what he’s doing, don’t trust his cute smirk
Hadestown: The Myth. The Musical. (Original Cast Recording) [Live]
Hadestown: The Myth. The Musical. (Original Cast Recording) [Live], an album by Original Cast of Hadestown on Spotify

Please do yourself a huge favor if you like mythology, musical theater, good storytelling, great het, or just really really really good music and listen to (most of) one of the best musicals of all time, perhaps my favorite on a purely musical and re-listenable level. Hadestown is: incredible.


{ red velvet }

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

tags:  @toonerzchatz @promisesandmore @itsallexmallory @impala-moose @jaydiggs1218 @fierydaemon @slightlysouless @jzzyjones @wiindmill @whitestorm547 @hamilturnt @fearless-butter @littleblue5mcdork @arostrolgy @mcgrammer15 @fanagelbagel @mehrmonga @luna-lightwood-potter @strawbirby @21donutlover @alienboymax @hamilbroke @tailored-shirt-tails @wolfphantom-m @moonchildcharm @shadowthepiratecat @english-muffin-top @iamivyfeather @louisianaspell @lastfallenstar @thataudreydork @moonqueerr @niixxo @sarmar29 @a-mistake-tbh @notquiteanobsession @me-idiedforhim @ghostieatemymoxie @arostrolgy @martapetrovic @thomas-jefferdad @justwannaseesomegoddamnlolfanart @that-gay-fangirl

t/w: smut, some cursing

a/n: last part! thank you guys for reading this!

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part one // part two // part three // part four // part five


Thomas took you out to get your nails done and anything else you wanted in preparation for the party. He offered for you to get your hair and makeup done, but you insisted, it was okay. You’d be fine doing it on your own. 

You came over to his house with everything you needed to get ready. You kissed him as greeting before you went to the guest bedroom to get ready in the adjoining bathroom. 

“You know the bathroom upstairs is big enough for both of us.” Thomas whispered, just having got out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his torso. Leaned in the doorway as you got ready in the bathroom.

“One sec, I’m doing my eyeliner.” You said back, holding your pen in place. You slowly drew your wing onto your skin, making small quick strokes. “Gotta focus.”

“You don’t need it.” Thomas hummed, smiling a little as he watched how carefully you worked to achieve your look. “I think you look beautiful without all the makeup.” 

“That’s real sweet, Thomas, but I’m making these wings for me.” 

He laughed a little and you quickly finished the wing on your left eye. You sighed in relief, liking how sharp it was. You looked at him and smiled, dressed in a silk pink robe. Your hair was already done and styled into a nice updo. 

You weren’t even dressed up yet, and Thomas was simply in love with you. 

“Are they even?” You asked Thomas, coming closer so he could look at both wings. 

He intently looked at both of your eyes, before nodding.

“Yes, baby.” 

“Thank you, love.” You smiled up at him. He smelled really good. You wanted nothing more than to stay home and cuddle up with him, but he was needed elsewhere. “When do we have to leave?” 

“Six.” Thomas wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled you in for a kiss. “Will you be ready by then?” 

“Yes.” You promised and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You let go and went back over to your makeup bag, digging for your mascara. “Remind me, what is this for?” 

“It’s just a little party they do every year. It’s just about the company. Talks about next year’s goal. Celebrates this year’s achievements. Kind of boring.” 

You pouted a little. If Thomas wasn’t excited about it, then you were sure you wouldn’t be excited either. 

“I won’t be with you, will I?” You asked softly, looking at him through the mirror.

“Not very much.” He rubbed your shoulders as he came behind you. “You can go with Dolly though. She’s James’ wife. I told her you were coming tonight so she’s excited to meet you.” 

“Oh, okay.” You said, looking down a little.

“Don’t sound so sad.” He dipped his head down and kissed your shoulder. “You’ll be with me for the rest of the night.” 

“I guess.” You turned around and he had you trapped between the bathroom counter and his body. You rested your hands on his shoulder for a moment, just admiring him. “Well, say hi if you can.” 

He promised he would, then left you alone to finish getting ready.

You finished your makeup by five thirty. You got into your dress and heels at five forty-five. Thomas and you were ready to go by six as planned, dressed to the nines. 

You stepped out of the bathroom and grinned when you saw him. He was casually sitting in one of the armchairs in his living room. Seeing him sitting there, looking so effortless, pulled on your heart strings. You walked over to him slowly, making your presence known by the little clicks of your heels. 

“Mr. Jefferson,” You purred. “You clean up nice.” 

He stood to meet you, a huge smile on his face.

“Why thank you, darling.” He chuckled. He set his hands on your waist before looking you up and down. He let out a low whistle. You laughed a little and he did too. “You look gorgeous. Gonna be the prettiest girl there.”

“Thank you,” You chuckled, but you pouted a little. “I call this look ‘a fake among the wealthy elite.’” 

“Hush.” Thomas glared at you. “You are my date. That’s what’s important. If anyone tries anything or is rude to you, you let me know right away.” He brought your eyes to his. “Promise?” 

His tone was serious. It was the tone you’d heard him use when talking to clients. You knew he met business, so you nodded.


You stepped out of the house and into the garage. He helped you into his Bentley. He pulled out of the driveway and he drove to the venue–a five star hotel with a huge ballroom booked for the night. 

Thomas helped you out of the car after handing his key off to a valet. He took your hand and kissed the back of it sweetly. You squeezed his hand back in return. You felt a little nervous as you stepped closer.

The venue was beautiful. There was plenty of space. One gorgeous diamond chandelier dipped down from the ceiling, filling the room with warm light. The entire room had art deco elements, making you feel like you were transported to another decade. Waiters flitted and fluttered about, trays of champagne and wine in their arms as well as appetizers. 

“I do not belong here.” You whispered under your breath. 

“Darling, you are one of the most impressive women in the room,” He patted your hand. “Half of these women do not have a degree or have never even considered pursing a degree.” He leaned in close. “Don’t let these housewives make you feel insecure.”

You smiled a little, heart warm from his compliment. “I guess I won in that category.” 

“Baby, you win in every category. No more talk of this I don’t fit in here.” He gave you a stern look. “It’s just for a couple hours.” He reassured you. “Have a drink or two. Try to enjoy it.” 

Thomas and you were making your way around the room. You admired the floral arrangements before looking around at the people. Everyone was dressed as nicely as you and Thomas–the men in tuxedos, the women in designer gowns. Thomas kept you close to his side, arms linked together with his hand on top of yours.

“Jemmy!” He called, smiling a little as he spotted James in the crowd. James turned from where he stood and gave Thomas a little smile. Thomas took your hand and walked with you over to where his friend stood.  

Introductions were brief, but you were happy to see James again. On his arm was Dolly Madison, dressed to compliment her husband in a soft ivory dress. 

“Dolly, this is my girlfriend (Y/N).” Thomas said with a smile. You smiled too. “(Y/N), this is Dolly, the better of the Madisons.” 

“I wish I could say how offended I am, but it is entirely true.” James chuckled, looking down at Dolly with pride.

“Damn right.” Dolly grinned, a little twinkle in her eye. “It’s great to meet you, sweetie.”

“You too.” You reciprocated your enthusiasm. You looked at Thomas with a little smirk. “Good luck out there, peacock.” 

He made a disgusted face that made you laugh, before giving you a kiss goodbye. You then turned to Dolly.

“Tell me you’re at least old enough to drink,” Dolly said, taking you by her arm. “That’s the only way we’re going to get through this party.” 

You laughed a little. “Even if I wasn’t, I would have snuck something in my purse.”

She took a liking to you immediately. She practically pulled you away from Thomas and together you sat at your table for the evening. 

“If I’m being honest, James and I usually cast shade the entire time.” Dolly grinned. “He can pull the not feeling well card and we just sit here and talk. Not about the company, but the people. You got all kinds of characters here.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You liked her already.

“Mm, what about her?” You asked, looking at a woman across the room, talking to a wealthy looking man. “Purple dress, ten o’clock.” 

Dolly’s eyes narrowed on the woman you gestured to. She frowned a little, but tried to brush it off. You couldn’t help, but notice the disgusted look on her face. 

“She’s a nobody.” She grumbled, downing the last of her champagne and setting her glass down. She quickly changed the subject. 

“You know you’re the first girl Thomas has brought out to these parties.” Dolly noted, glancing over at you.

“Really?” Your eyes widened in surprise. “I thought Thomas dated a lot of girls before me.”

“Only three, but he never introduced him to his friends.” She paused, eyebrows raised slightly. “You met James before tonight, didn’t you?”

You nodded.

“That’s saying a lot. He must think highly of you. James is the tier under meeting his parents.” She smiled fondly, almost pleased with how she phrased her statement. “And I can tell you that you passed the test.” 

“He liked me?” Your eyes widened. “We only talked for a moment.” 

“You, my dear, are classier and much more polite than most of the girls Thomas has dated in the past. Why do you think you’re at such an upscale event?” She squeezed your hand. “And he introduced you as his girlfriend.” She smiled. “That has a lot more meaning than date for the night.”

She had a point. You were flattered.

You had tried to be with Thomas whenever you could, but there were people he had to talk to as the night went on. You stayed with Dolly for most of the night and her company was appreciated. She was a lot louder and more outspoken than her husband, which was refreshing to say the least. The night overall was uneventful, until one moment. 

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, needing to reapply your lipstick. As you walked back over to your table, you bumped into a woman.

“Excuse me,” You said softly, trying to move out of the way.

The woman stopped you, eyed you coldly. You were incredibly confused, but you tried to hide it. You needed to be polite. 

“Seems Thomas has found a new play thing,” The woman sneered, arms crossed over her chest. ‘I bet you’ll be gone by the end of the week.”

You raised your eyebrows out of surprise. You cleared your throat tried to keep your composure. The last thing you needed was to embarrass yourself or Thomas at such an important event.

“You’d lose that bet.” You snapped back, taking a step closer to her. “We’re very happy together.”

She scoffed, shaking her head a little. “Wouldn’t be so sure. Just mention my name and it’ll all come back to him, sweetie.” 

You glared at her. “You attacking me won’t change the fact that he rejected you and then chose me.” You spat. You took a deep breath. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” 

“End of the week.” She called after you, her voice taunting you. You walked a little faster, but her words echoed in your head. 

You went straight for Dolly and didn’t look back. 

“Purple dress.” You growled, setting your clutch down on the table angrily. “Who is she because she stopped me on the way back over.” You finished lowly. 

Dolly pursed her lips together. She debated on whether to tell you or not. She looked down at her empty champagne glass before looking back up at you.

“I see you’ve met Martha.” She said quietly.

Martha was one of Thomas’ exes that hadn’t taken their breakup so nicely. Dolly told you not to worry about it, but you felt like Martha was staring at you from across the room. 

“Is there a reason why Thomas hasn’t told me about her?” You asked softly. 

“I don’t know the whole story. I believe it’s his place to tell you.”

The night was starting to wind down. You and Dolly went to find your partners. You came onto Thomas’ side. You whispered his name and tapped on his shoulder to grab his attention, trying to be mindful of the people he was speaking to. He smiled down at you. He held you close to his side, hand on your waist protectively. By then, he had finished talking to the other men. He focused on you.

“Hey, darling.” He kissed your cheek. “Have a good time?”

You nodded, looking up at him. “Dolly was really, really nice. I’m just ready to go now.”

“Of course. Anybody give you any trouble?”

You hesitated, looking away from him for only a moment. It was still enough so that Thomas knew something was wrong. 

“Who was it? What happened?” He rubbed your back, trying to coax you into speaking up. You bit your lip a little.

“I don’t know if we should do this here.” You whispered. 

“(Y/N), I want you to tell me.” 

You sighed, making eye contact with Dolly who was a few feet away. She gave you a tight smile. You looked back at Thomas.

“There was a woman.” You cleared your throat a little. “Dolly said her name was Martha.”

Thomas frowned at the mention of the woman’s name. He pulled you to the side of the room where it was a little quieter. He gripped your arm tightly and you struggled to keep up with him. He walked a little too fast for you.

“T-Thomas, it’s fine.” You said quietly, feeling his fingers uncurl from around your arm. You let out a little sigh. “She didn’t hurt me or anything. I’m okay.”

“She shouldn’t even be here.” He growled, voice so low that you got chills. “That fucking bitch. Who does she think she is?” 

He continued to mutter angrily under his breath, clearly not listening to you. You waited for him to finish, surprised at how worked up he was getting at the mention of one woman’s name. He finally looked at you. “What did she say to you?”

You looked away and Thomas lifted your eyes to meet his. “(Y/N).”

“That I was just another play thing,” You looked down a little. “That I’d be gone by next week.”

“That’s bullshit. Who are you going to believe? Me or her?” He snapped.

“You. Every time.” You whispered softly, trying to keep Thomas calm. “T-That’s the thing. Thomas, I didn’t believe her.” You cupped his face, running your hands along his stubble. “I trust you, okay?” You said softly. 

You took his hands. “I know it took a lot for you to believe me when I said I really loved you and not your money. I-I trust you about Martha.” 

Thomas took a deep breath. Nodded a little. Eventually, he smiled. You were so understanding, it was refreshing. 

He brought his eyes up to yours and in them, you could see nothing but gratefulness and love.

“My relationship with her was in the past.” He said softly. “It was complicated and I’ll tell you another time all about it. But right now, just know you’re the one I want.” 

You smiled a little, reached up to kiss his cheek. Thomas relaxed at the feeling of your lips on his cheek.

“Anybody else give you trouble?”

“No. That was it.” You pulled him down until your lips were just hovering over his ear. “Do you remember your promise to me?”

Thomas smiled knowingly, snuck an arm around your waist. “Do you remember yours?” He shot back.

You nodded, biting your lip a little as you looked up at him. You stepped closer to him, ran a hand over his chest and reached up to whisper in his ear once more. “Black lace.”

“Damn, baby.” He grinned, letting out a low whistle. “We’ll say goodbye to James and Dolly and then we’ll head out.”

You said goodbye to James and Dolly, hugging Dolly tightly with a little laugh as the other men embraced. They looked happy to see that you got along so well. To Thomas, it was yet another reason why you were perfect for him. As soon as you said your goodbye to James, Thomas grabbed your hand. You and Thomas were practically racing out of the gorgeous venue.

He fumbled to get the front door open, but as soon as he did, he pulled you inside. You squealed as he scooped you up bridal style, holding you close to his chest.

Your lovely dress for the night dropped to the floor. You slipped off the pretty red heels. Thomas had slung his tie off, threw his blazer to the side of the room and sat at the edge of the bed, watching you intently as you undressed.

“Baby?” Thomas stopped you as you started to unbutton his dress pants. You were in front of him on your knees, looking up at him a little confused.

“What’s wrong?” You asked genuinely. You stopped pulling his zipper down.

“Wanna pleasure you for once.” He whispered, bringing you up from your knees. He pulled you onto his lap, wrapped his arms around your waist as you rested your hands on his shoulders. “How do you want it? Tell Daddy what you want.”

You thought for a moment, but you knew what you wanted.

“Slow.” You bit your lip a little nervously. “Show me you love me.”

Thomas smiled, pulled you in for a gentle kiss. “Easy.”

Thomas pushed you back down onto the bed gently, coming in between your legs as you leaned back into the smooth, satin sheets. You looked up at him with a little smile and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He whispered, tossing his shirt to the side. He kissed your neck, gently sucking and nibbling on your open skin as he rubbed his hand along your side. He felt your lace panties underneath his fingertips. Smiled when you blushed. “How damn smart you are too?”

“Y-Yes.” You laughed a little.

“Did I ever tell you that I knew from the start you were the one for me?” He asked you, slowly taking off your stockings. He started with the one on the left, pressed kisses all the way down your thighs and calves as he pulled the black fabric off.

“No.” You whispered, your voice shaking a little.

“That I wanted to call you my princess when I slipped that crown on you?”


“Mm.” Thomas chuckled a little. You watched as his fingers started to pull your other stocking down, the gesture making your heart flutter. He was so sweet, so gentle. 

“Darling, you were different from the beginning. I knew that in my heart.”

You looked up at him as he tossed the soft fabric into the growing pile of clothes.

“Got me under your spell.” He chuckled. “You want the moon and stars? Shit, baby, I’d give them to you.”

You smiled, cupped his face. “Just want you.”

“Keep your legs open for Daddy, okay?” He kissed your cheek. You nodded, pushing them apart. “Good girl.”

He reached down and slipped your panties off, throwing the thin material to the side and gently kissing your thighs.

“D-Daddy,” You whined.

“Relax, sweetie,” He said, leaving more kisses there. “Gonna take care of you.”

He ducked down and licked your clit slowly, taking his sweet time as he sucked and devoured your pussy. You were making the prettiest sounds, only encouraging him to give you more. Eventually, he slowly pushed one finger inside you, pumped in and out. The entire time he left hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, making you whimper.

As he slipped a second finger into you, you pulled him closer, digging your hands through his hair and running your hands over his toned chest. You moaned softly as he continued to work on the budding hickeys on your skin, kissing and suckling at them so there was no doubt that you were his.

“Missed you tonight,” He purred, brushing your hair out of your eyes with one hand while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you with the other. The only sounds in the bedroom were the sounds of his long fingers entering your wet pussy and your ragged breathing. “Looked so pretty … Like a doll.”

You blushed a little as Thomas smiled down at you. He had angled his fingers so you could barely give an answer. Your eyes fluttered as you moved your hips a little. His long fingers pumped in and out of you. He started to curl his fingers and it was enough to make you cry out.

You arched your back and let out a moan, wanton and loud.

“D-Daddy!” You whimpered. “Right there, r-right there, oh God.”

Thomas smirked before pushing his fingers in the same place. This time a little harder and a little faster.

“Right here, baby girl?” He teased, driving into the spot.

You weakly nodded. The pleasure was so sweet, so natural, so perfect. You gently bit your lower lip and shut your eyes as you rocked back and forth on his fingers, bucking your hips a little.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned out. “There!”

“Do you need to cum soon?” Thomas asked you, watching your body language. You started to play with your nipples, trying to get more stimulation. You looked so desperate, so hot, so needy. You looked gorgeous with one hand in your hair, your loose curls floating around your face.

“Make sure to tell me, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You whispered, moving your hips to meet his fingers. Any other time, Thomas would have forced you in place, would have made you wait, but tonight it was about you. He was more than happy to give you what you wanted.

“Gonna do one more finger.” He whispered, then kissed your shoulder. “Relax, sweetie.” He cooed, slipping one more long finger into your dripping folds.

You cried out as he pumped into you even faster. You felt your orgasm growing as he simultaneously rubbed your clit or licked your pussy. Thomas was set on giving you maximum pleasure tonight. From the sounds of it, he was succeeding.

You whimpered, trying to control your breathing enough to speak. You were dripping wet and you could hear it when Thomas pushed his fingers in and out of you. You felt your head spinning, felt yourself sinking further into the mattress.

You were helpless to his touch. Your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your body was warm with pleasure, and it all felt so good.

“D-Daddy?” You whispered, reaching out to hold onto him somehow. A hand in his hair was enough. Just needed him close. Needed to know he was there.

“Yes, baby girl?” He purred, kissing your clit and blowing on it gently. You shuddered, arching your back a little more so your hips met his glorious mouth.

“Need to cum.” You breathed out.

You looked down at him so desperately, eyes wide yet sweet, hair no longer needed its gorgeous updo, but coming apart as you laid back on the sheets.

Thomas couldn’t deny you. You looked stunning.

“Go ahead.” He said softly, pumping his fingers in and out of you as quickly as he could, trying to help you over the edge. “That’s it. Let it go, baby.”

You felt your back arch and your hips buck slightly. Your breathing grew ragged as you let out a long moan–desperate and needy yet pliant and grateful.

Your chest still rose and fell erratically as you came down from your high. Your toes curled and uncurled and a smile was on your face as you felt Thomas lick you clean. You felt yourself melt further into the sheets. This orgasm had you seeing stars.

He gave you a kiss on the lips, giving you a chance to taste yourself. You hummed in satisfaction and couldn’t deny how wet you became at the sight of him licking a finger clean, and then giving you another.

As your tongue swirled around his finger, you kept your eyes on him. He smirked as you freed it, soft lips uncurling from around his index finger.

“Taste so sweet.” He hummed thoughtfully, kissing your cheek softly. His lips hovered over your ear and you shivered. “What else can I do for my sweet girl?”

You swallowed. You got a little nervous at how intently he looked at you. A faint blush filled your cheeks.

“We’ve done this before,” Thomas pointed out, pumping his hard cock as he sat back on his heels. He looked at you curiously, brown eyes locked with yours, with a gorgeous intensity that reminded you that you were the one person on his mind right now. “What’s got you feeling so shy?”

“This time you love me.” You whispered, eyes glittering as you looked up at Thomas.

Thomas’ eyes softened. Here you were. The girl he had been looking for all along, looking nothing short of picturesque in this moment. He’d had you in this bed time after time again, but now, he saw you in a whole new light. He saw you as his.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed. “I’ve loved you from the beginning.”

Soft gentle kisses, breathy moans, desperate cries, slow thrusts. Every other time you’d been with Thomas it was rough kisses, loud moans, fast thrusts. It was about getting what both of you needed as quickly as you could get it. But this time -

You felt your toes curl. A second orgasm washed over you. It made you feel like you were floating and you moaned. You arched your back and pulled Thomas close, pulling him into a kiss as you rode out your orgasm.

Thomas pulled out. He kissed the back of your hand before kissing your wrist and making his way up your arm. You smiled at him lazily, head still feeling like it was in a fog. You were still in a little daze by the time he got to your temple.

He pumped his cock lazily until white painted his hand. Some of his cum leaked onto your stomach. He reached on the bedside table for a cloth, gently wiped up the little mess. He looked over you. Your eyes were still closed. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly.

“Hey, love.” He whispered. “Feel okay?”

You blinked up at him, pupils blown from the intensity of your orgasms. You had that spaced out look in your eye, but you managed a little nod. Thomas tossed the cloth to the side and came down in between your legs. He kissed you softly as he held both of your hands.

You were still underneath him. He held you tight enough so you knew he was there, but never to the point where you felt like you were suffocating.

Sheer bliss filled both of your hearts as you looked at one another. Two hearts intertwined. Two souls connected.

“I love you, Thomas.” You whispered, biting your lip a little nervously.

“I love you too, baby.” Thomas whispered back, kissing your forehead.

Your smile widened a little more and you managed to sneak a quick kiss on the lips. You slowly closed your eyes, happy and content and warm. Thomas came onto your side and pulled you close to his chest. He pulled the comforter over your naked bodies when he saw how tired you were and gave you one more kiss on the head.

You weren’t sure how long it took you to fall asleep and you weren’t sure when you first woke up. It felt like you were still dreaming.

The satin sheets were soft against your skin; the comforter warm as it enveloped you. You groggily opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them.

Thomas was on his phone when you woke up, lazily running his free hand through your hair. He felt you stir and looked down at you.

“Hi, darling.” He whispered. “Sleep okay?”

You nodded, sunk further into the pillows around you. Your fingers went for the red velvet one. You curled up around it and held it close to your chest. Thomas chuckled.

“If you wanted to cuddle, why didn’t you say so?”

“You looked busy.” You whispered, closing your eyes and pouting a little as you clutched the pillow a little tighter.

“Never too busy for you.”

You smiled a little before coming closer to Thomas. He tucked you under his arm. You rested your head on his chest, feeling your whole body relax as he held you.

“Need a shower.” You mumbled after a while. Thomas chuckled, kissed your head. “You are more than welcome to join me, Mr. Jefferson.”

He does. There’s no quickie, just warm water and soap on your two bodies. Gentle kisses. You wash each other. He washes your back; you wash his. It’s sensual and sweet. Your fingers run over his broad chest and over his shoulders in the midst of the little space. He looks like a dream. Your dream.

He smiles as he notices your hickey from last night. Before you can get out of the shower, he places another hickey on your neck. You weakly protest, but Thomas has you pinned against the shower wall. Maybe it’s Thomas’ lips or the hot steam form the shower, but you sink into his touch, relaxing completely.

You’re back in his clothes. You wear a big t-shirt and panties. You steal a pair of socks from his drawers. You slip them on. You take off your makeup from last night. He calls you beautiful and carries you downstairs.

He’s still shirtless. You don’t mind it one bit.

Peggy calls you. You’re sitting in Thomas’ lap, straddling him as you rest your head on his chest. You sound happy. She smiles.

You don’t know when you’ll leave Thomas’ place. He tells you you can stay as long as you want. You’re tempted to. 

There’s something about waking up next to him that always leaves you wanting more.

3.3.2017 Yuri on Ice - “Enjoy Figure Skate 100x More”

with Kubo-sensei, Toyonaga Toshiyuki (Yuuri’s VA), Shunichi Toki (Leo’s VA), Yuutarou Honjou (Guang Hong’s VA), Miyamoto Kenji, & Suzuki Akiko 

*My Japanese is not the greatest, so whatever I post here may be inaccurate or missing some parts because I didn’t understand everything. You have been warned! 

The event started off with a short audio drama of Yuuri waking up and finding himself in a classroom, clearly confused. Leo and Guang Hong pop up and note that they had homework to do. Their assignment was to study about ice skating and there will be a final exam next week. Yuuri didn’t know about any of this and worries (me too Yuuri, me too).  

Next, Toyonaga, Sunichi and Yuutarou came on stage wearing gakurans, while Kubo-sensei had a seifuku on and was carrying an ita bag! I was surprised to learn that Yuutarou is only 20 years old and a 2nd year college student! He remarked that the last time he wore a gakuran was 2 years ago (i.e. back in high school). Toyonaga tried to recall his last time wearing a gakuran, but gave up LOL. After, Miyamoto and Suzuki walked on dressed in regular clothing, but still stylish. 

The lecture was divided into 4 parts:

1) I believe they talked about inspiration from real-life skaters. At first, they discussed foreign skaters like Denis Ten, Evgeni Plushenko, Stephane Lambiel, Johnny Weir, Patrick Chan, Nathan Chen, Brian Joubert, and Javier Fernandez. Japanese skaters were also brought in, like Takahashi Daisuke, Uno Shoma, and Yuzuru Hanyu. 

2) In this section, the cast discussed figure skating choreography and expression. Miyamoto explained how he came up with his choreography for Yuuri’s Eros and Yurio’s Agape. For Eros, Miyamoto wanted to emphasize the body and its movement by having the hands be closer to the body, like sliding them down one’s sides. He noted that it gives a sexy feeling haha. On the other hand, Agape was choreographed oppositely by having the hands and arms more distanced from the body and paired with fluid, graceful movements. Suzuki demonstrated how even changing the fingers/hand’s position slightly can give off a different vibe. They also brought out a real-life version of Yuuri’s FS outfit and it was GORGEOUS. SO SPARKLY. I WANT. Here they wanted to demonstrate how even the costume design is important in emphasizing the overall feel of a skate program. Miyamoto receives inspiration for his choreography from animal shapes, such as a bird’s wing or a fish’s fin. (Can’t help but think of Seunggil’s parrot outfit now…) As for Suzuki, she gets inspired by her environment and natural scenery. 

3) Here, I think it was about the relationship between the skater and their coach but I’m not too sure. Communication between these individuals is important, and as an example of coach-skater behavior, they showed a clip of Viktor backhugging Yuuri before his SP. It’s funny how almost everytime Yuuri/Viktor/Viktuuri moment appears on screen, they show Toyonaga’s face LOL. Anyway, Suzuki was asked about what things she says to her coach and vice versa before she skates. She said that she says ittekimasu and her coach replies with itterasshai (so cute!). 

4) Lastly, we learned about jumps! Suzuki explained the difference between a loop, flip, lutz, and axel. Basically it boils down to which side you do the take-off and the skate’s inside/outside edge (not sure if this is 100% correct!). The VAs were so cute attempting to do the jumps >//< After they were quizzed by being shown a clip and having to guess what jump it was. Shunichi’s was probably the hardest because his question was a combination jump lol. 

In the end, we took one final look at Yuuri’s FS and also watched Yuzuru’s SP. All the cast members gave their last words and thanks. The ending was so cute because the “lecture” Yuuri had was just a dream and he ends up late for practice with Viktor in real life. (So he woke up from a dream inside of a dream….inception, anyone?) 

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading and please stay tuned for any new posts I make about YOI events! (=⌒▽⌒=)

^ Goods sold at the event 

^ The pamphlet/id cards they give you + stickers I bought 

Being the Bait - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by puxlineel

word count: 7090
summary: you’re tired of theo constantly breaking your heart, but the idea of losing him again just doesn’t seem like an option.  (set in 6A but not everything follows the episodes exactly)
warnings: swearing, angsty depression, night terrors, murder
a/n: this isn’t the song used for the lil prompt below, but i listened to this a lot while writing this imagine.  idk if y’all even click those link or not but i thought you’d want the same experience

[you’ve taken my heart by storm / i’m lost in your love / i can’t hold back anymore]

You blinked, not sure if what you were seeing was correct.  You raised your fists to your eyes, rubbing them as though to clear your vision.  

But nope, Theo Raeken was still standing there in front of you.  All chained up by Liam and Hayden.  A strip of duct tape over his mouth, which you were thankful for.  He couldn’t sweet talk out of this one like he’d done with you before.  He looked the same, the same dirty blonde gelled hair, the same muscular frame, same perfect jawline-

You snapped back into reality of the situation, and glared between the sophomore werewolves.

“What the hell did you do!?” You screamed, punching Liam in the shoulder and giving him a growl.  “Scott is going to kill you- hell, I’m gonna kill you! What were you thinking!”

“First of all, ow” Liam muttered.  “And second of all, Theo’s the only one we got who could tell us anything about the Dread Doctor’s experiment” You sighed, and rolled your eyes.

“Liam… goddamn it” You pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head as you looked down at the ground.  “Are you fucking kidding me” You sighed.

“He’s right” Hayden piped up.  “He’s the only leverage we have for figuring out what these Ghost Riders want” You looked from Hayden, and shot a glance at Theo, who had his eyes set on you.  You kept his stare for a moment, before looking up at the sky, trying to process through your wild, thought jumbled head.

“Okay” You sighed, looking back to Liam.  “Okay” Your eyes wandered the woods that they’d told you to meet them at.  “But why here?”

“We’re searching” Hayden shrugged.  When you stole another glance at your ex boyfriend, you found his eyes were still on you and you quickly turned away.

“Fine.  But no promises that I don’t maul him when this is all over” You said, flashing your ice blue eyes at Liam.

You all began walking, and you weren’t quite sure where it was you were going.  Just that the betas on either side of you were determined to get somewhere.  Liam kept telling Hayden about what he’d learned so far about the Hunt, but you’d zoned out of the conversation, falling a bit behind the both of them as you were swamped in your own thoughts.

Mostly memories, of your time with Theo before his true self was revealed.  The day that you’d found out he was working with the Doctors, your entire being felt shattered, and your heart broken.  But if you were being honest with yourself, you cried yourself to sleep many nights after you’d watched him get dragged down to the pits of hell.  And your heart was still broken.

You jumped and spun around when you felt a small nudge on your arm.  You saw that Theo had awkwardly put the back of his hand against your forearm, while still in his handcuffs.  You kept his gaze again for a moment, wishing that things weren’t the way they were.

But that wasn’t going to change, and no matter how sorrowful he looked at you, neither were you.

You looked away, and walked quickly forward, trying to join the conversation with Liam and Hayden again.

Theo Raeken needed to be out of your life, even if you needed to carve him out yourself.

You ended up in the middle of nowhere.  It was dark now, and you were in the middle of the woods, having no idea where it was you even are.

“Liam” You grumbled, putting your hands on your head.  “I am actually going to murder you in these woods” Hayden stepped defensively in front of him, but you just rolled your eyes.  “Well give me a reason not to!” You yelled at them both, and Liam sighed.

“Because Scott would be-”

“Oh, he’d be just as pissed as I am right about now” You said in a growl.  “Not only, did you lead us all out here so we’re lost in these woods” You angrily through your arm towards Theo.  “You brought back this fucking psychopath!” Your heart tightened at the words you’d used, but you’d known it was true.

“y/n, breathe for a sec, okay?” Liam said, putting his hand on your shoulder.  You huffed in frustration.

“And why should I do that when I’m stuck out here with the last person I want to be with, ever” You said angrily.  Liam handed his end of the chain to Hayden, and she proceeded to tie Theo up at a thick tree.

“Maybe because your claws are digging into the palms of your hands and your eyes are..” Liam trailed off, and you closed your eyes tightly, willing the color to go away.  You hated their new color.  “Look if you want help with control it took me a while too-”

“No.  I don’t need it” You snapped back at him.  “Just let me breathe on my own” You said, walking away, and running your hands through your hair, pleading with your inner self that you could shift back to being human.  Tears welled in your eyes as your mind flashed back to the worst night of your life.

Not only had Theo been ripped away from you to spend his eternity beneath the surface of the earth, but you’d lost the beautiful yellow color of your shifting eyes.  They’d gone from a golden color, to a sky blue one, in a matter of seconds.  And it was a complete accidental incident.

You could hear thrashing and metal clanking behind you, and looked out of the corner of your eye to see Theo struggling against his restraints, pulling and yanking.  He was mumbling under the duct tape, but no real words came out.  You tilted your head just barely towards the three of them, listening to what Liam and Hayden were saying.

“We’re not letting you free damnit stop trying!” Liam said angrily, and Hayden tightened the chains around the tree.

“Hey” You called so they’d hear you, but your voice was soft as you wiped your sleeves over your eyes.  “Let’s just get going” You said, taking their attention away from the chimera so they’d stop yanking on the metal cuffs around his wrists.  “I think I could get us out of here if we backtrack enough” You told them, and Liam sighed in relief.

“Thank god” He said, and began to undo the ends of the chains where Hayden had tied them around the trunk of the tree.

“I got it” You said, taking over and unlooping them with ease.  Liam reached out to take them, but you held onto them with a firm grip.  He didn’t question you, and neither did Hayden.  Because all four of you knew that Theo was much less likely to run away if you were the one holding onto his leash.  In fact, both you and him knew he wouldn’t even think about it if you were holding the chains.

You’d gotten everyone to the entrance of the preserve, where both yours and Liam’s cars were parked, and everyone felt both relief and exhaustion.  You checked your phone for the time.

“Jesus it’s ten o’clock” You sighed.

“There’s no reception… I wonder if Scott tried to contact us” Liam said worriedly, but you didn’t care so much about Scott at the moment.

“Where’s he gonna stay..?” You asked with a nervous tremor in your voice.

“Well we can’t just let him go off to… wherever the hell he lived” Liam said.  You almost corrected him by telling him that Theo had a small apartment but kept your mouth shut.  “Don’t look at me, my step dad would kill me if I just showed up with him at my house” Liam said with wide eyes towards you.  “Besides.  He’d kill me in my sleep in an instant” He said in disgust.  Your ears picked up in the slowed pace of Theo’s heart beat, but no one else seemed to notice it so you didn’t mention it.

“My sister hates when I bring Liam home, you think she’s gonna let some eighteen year old boy stay the night?” Hayden scoffed, crossing her arms.  Your hands tightened on the chains in your hand, bending the thick links as you came to a realization.

“Your parents are still on vacation right?” Liam asked, and you tilted your head, giving him a glare.

“Oh, you can’t be serious” You growled.

You shoved Theo into the back seat of your car, slamming the door, not even checking to see if he’d pulled his legs in or not.  But by the lack of bones crushing as you whipped the door shut, you figured he’d moved inside just in time.

You spun around, and punched your fist hard across Liam’s jaw, and he stumbled back, but it barely fazed him.

“You’re lucky to have your life tonight” You said angrily.  Liam rolled his eyes.

“You’re being over dramatic.  At least he won’t kill you if he stays at yours”

You swung at him again, but this time he dodged your punch.

“Great, now keep up that aggression for when he’s there” Liam said, giving you two thumbs up before dragging Hayden quickly away towards his car.

“Well fuck you Dunbar!” You yelled after he shut the door and turned on the car’s engine.  When he drove away from you, you flipped him off.  “Fuck you!” You yelled again, then stormed over to your own car.  You angrily opened the door and slammed it as you got in.

You put your hands on the wheel, catching your breath as you realized you were panting from the frustration boiling up inside of you.

“Blue’s a new color on you” You heard an all to familiar and calm voice say from behind you.  Your eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, thankful to see that they were back to their normal y/e/c.  But not so thankful to see Theo, with his duct tape in his hands.  You cursed internally upon realizing his hands weren’t bound by anything now.  Thought the cuffs were still on them, he could remove the tape easily.

“If you think that I won’t kill you in an instant if you put me, or my friends, into any danger, then you are sadly mistaken” You said, finally jamming your key into the ignition and turning it.  You instantly began to drive away.

“And if you think that I’d intentionally hurt you in any way, then you know even less about me than you thought” He said with a slight chuckle.

“I don’t think it’s in your best interest to crack jokes about all the lies you fed me” You grumbled, going five miles more than the speed limit to get home faster.

“y/n I-”

“I don’t care Theo” You said, keeping your expression as blank as possible, and refusing to look back at him.  With that, he shut his mouth, and was silent the whole rest of the ride back to your place.

When you got here, you let him walk himself behind you to the door.  You knew he wouldn’t try to make a run for it.  He carried all the chains in his arms, and stayed silent as you unlocked the door.  He closed it behind him, and locked it again.

“You have the couch” You said, pointing to the living room before going upstairs to change into pajamas.

You stalled in your room, trying to calm down the wave of emotions you were currently drowning in.  Yes, the feelings you’d had for Theo were still all there.  All the passion and love and adoration you’d had for almost half the year.  But now, it was mixed up with something new, and cold.  A hatred, a boiling anger.  You knew in your heart of hearts that Theo Raeken was a manipulative liar, but that you still had feelings for him.  And you had no idea what to do about it.

With a sigh, you decided to bring down a pillow and blankets for him.  You went down the stairs to see he was lying there, on his back, his hands folded over his chest with all the chains sitting there on his stomach.  Some hung down and swung near the floor.  When you entered the room, he looked over at you as you held out the items you’d grabbed for him.

“Here” Was all you could manage to say as you set them on the coffee table in front of your couch.  You crouched down in front of him, pulling a bobby pin out of your hair and picking the lock on his handcuffs with ease.  Theo gave you a small grateful smile as they fell off, and he rubbed his wrists immediately to relieve the sharp pain of the bruises there.

“Thank you” He said, and you looked at him, but didn’t say anything.  When you finally tore your eyes away from his green ones, you stood up, tugged down your sleep shorts awkwardly, and headed back towards the stairs.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, mostly tossing and turning and your mind jumping with the thought of Theo sleeping in your house again.  But every time he’d done so before, he was always in your bed.  His arms protectively holding you against him, a few kisses pressing into your hair as he fell asleep.

It felt weird to have him here without him holding you.

After the long restless night, you took a long shower the next morning before putting on your outfit for school.  You went downstairs while adjusting it, and was surprised to see Theo just sitting on the couch.  His blankets and pillow neatly folded and stacked back onto the coffee table.

“Uh, you want breakfast?” You asked timidly, pointing off to the kitchen.  He nodded his head, and followed you in.  “I’m making toast… is that okay?”

Why should it matter if that’s okay with him, he’s my prisoner, you thought to yourself, but didn’t take back the offer.

“Toast is fine” He said, and sat at the table while you put bread in the toaster.  It was silent as you got down the plates, and pulled out butter and a knife as well.  But he was the first to speak up again.  “You know if.. If you want to ask me questions or something I’d answer one hundred percent honestly” He told you.  You looked at him for a moment, testing to see if he was lying.

You didn’t find a tell that he was.

But you looked back at the toaster, waiting for the bread to pop up.  “No thanks” You said, twiddling the knife around between your fingers.  “I actually don’t want to know a single thing” You added.

Breakfast was silent.

The car ride to school was silent.

He kept in step next to you on the way into the building.  He felt weird, seeing that he was in the same clothes as he was yesterday, and had no school books with him.  But he didn’t dare question you or whatever it was your plan was here.

You met up with Liam Mason and Hayden, and Mason was the only one who reacted upon seeing the chimera.  Instantly jumping behind Liam.  Who explained it all to his friend.

“I still don’t trust him” Mason said simply, and headed off.  Liam followed after him, causing Hayden to go as well.  You sighed, heading to your own locker instead.  Theo still right behind you.

“It feels weird being here again” He told you, filling the now awkward silence as he stood at your locker.  He looked over the crowd of students, who all gave him a weird look.  He could hear all their whispers, and he knew you could too.

“Where did he go?”

“I thought he like… died in that whole library wolf incident”

“Maybe he should die.  He was so cocky and rude”

“Are him and y/n still dating?”

“I hope not, that way I actually have a chance at prom king and queen with my boyfriend”

“He looks like he just crawled out of a hole”

You looked up at Theo as his eyes raked over the halls of people.  You frowned having heard what the other students were saying.

“Don’t listen to them” You told him against your better judgement.  “Just ignore them.  They don’t know anything” He looked at you, a slight surprised expression on his face upon realizing that you were easing his hurt feelings.

“Well congratulations y/n” He sighed.  “You aren’t the only one who wants me dead”

You didn’t say anything, just got the books you needed and headed off towards the library.  You were supposed to meet with Scott, Lydia, and Malia there.

Let’s just say it didn’t go well.  But you had somehow convinced Malia not to kill Theo.

At the end of the day, he was just sitting on the stairs outside of the school.  Since he was no longer technically in the system, he’d spent the whole day in the library, then headed outside when the final bell rang.  You were a little late coming outside, having been stopped by Scott.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be the one watching him” Scott told you.

“Yeah, and I’m the only one who can do it” You’d replied.  “And the only one he’d actually comply to “ You added.

“You think he wouldn’t try to hurt you and free himself?” Scott asked, not believing it as much as you did.

“I don’t” You said, before heading towards the doors.  “I’ll see you later McCall”

When you went outside, Theo was the only one there, sitting on the steps and wringing his hands together.

“Come on” You said quietly as you walked down, heading towards your car.  Theo got up and followed after you.  “Let’s go home”

The next two days, the silent tension between you two had faded away, and you’d grown used to having him in your home.  You’d gone to his apartment one night so that he could get all his clothes and other things he’d need during his stay at your house.

You were sitting in the living room, on the recliner with your legs criss crossed in your lap, a book in your hands as you read in silence.  Theo was on the couch, laying so that he was facing you as he messed around on his phone.

“It’s weird” He told you.  “It’s been awhile since I’ve had this, and I barely know what to use it for” You looked over at him as he tapped on the screen.

“Well what’d you need it for before?” You asked him, and he chuckled quietly to himself.

“I’d only ever used it to talk to you” He said, stealing a quick glance at you, and catching you with your cheeks pink and a ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.  But you looked away, trying to remove the expression from your features.

“Sounds like a waste of money” You said blankly, your eyes staring down at your book, but unable to read a word.

“It wasn’t then” Was all he said.

Another hour spent in a more comfortable silence passed before you decided it was time for you to go up to bed.  You were halfway up the stairs when you stopped, and turned around.  You thought through what you were going to do next, before descending back down and going to the living room.  You found Theo already getting comfortable on the sofa under his small blanket and pillow.

“Hey-hey Theo?” You called nervously, and upon smelling the anxiousness on you, he looked at you worriedly.  “I… I was thinking that if… if you want you could st-stay upstairs in the guest room” You told him, and his brows rose in shock.

Was it just him, or were you warming up to him again?

“You know with the whole Ghost Riders thing and-and it’s storming and the couch just seems to small and uncomfortable-”

“I’d love to stay in the guest bedroom” He cut you off from your nervous rambling, and a breath of relief blew from your lips.

“A-alright then” You said, and he gathered his blankets and pillow up before following you upstairs.

And to think the last time he followed you up these stairs, it was so you could sneak into your bedroom for some mischief before your parents came home.

“It’s here” You said quietly, opening up the door that was across from yours.  Theo followed you in, and smiled at the bed.  He missed sleeping in a bed.

“Thank you” He said sincerely as he set his things on the mattress.  You nodded, looking down at the carpeted floor.

“Yeah I just figured it’s… time” You said, and he didn’t ask for clarification on what exactly you thought it was time for, but he smiled at your kindness towards him.  He sat on the bed, setting up his pillow and everything, but you hung back at the door hesitantly.

“Uh… Theo? Can I ask you a question?”

“I told you I’d tell you anything you wanted to know” He said, and you nodded at the memory of him saying that.

“Is Stiles real? Do you remember him?” You asked the question that everyone had been wondering lately.  Theo smiled at you, and laughed, but you didn’t get the joke.

“Oh he’s real” He told you, and your face lit up.

“He is? Were we friends?” You asked, stepping a little further in the room.  Theo nodded from where he sat on the edge of the bed.

“You were very close” He told you.  “Like brother and sister.  Scott too.  You were all like a family” He said, and your heart swelled at the idea.  All this time, you were worried that Lydia was just going bat shit banshee crazy, but she was telling the truth.

“Can you… could you tell me about him?” You asked, and he nodded again.

“He was.. Very sarcastic, all the time.  There was no off switch on his mouth.  But he was also very smart” You nodded, eagerly drinking up an information he had to offer.  “He never liked me he sorta… he sorta saw through the act” Theo said, beginning to quieten a little as he looked down.  “He actually told you a lot to break if off when we were dating and he’d… he’d threaten me a lot” You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of these memories, but nothing came up.  “He care very much about you y/n, that’s what’s important” He said.

“Thank you” You said softly, and he nodded, a sort of sad smile on his lips.

“Yeah, yeah anytime” He murmured.

“Are we going to win?” You asked him.  “Do you think we can… beat this? The Ghost Riders?” You asked, needing an honest opinion.  Scott’s ‘we can try’ speech was getting old and you needed real feedback.  Theo sighed before replying.

“I think it’s a long shot” He told you.  “But I’m not letting you get taken by them.  Any of you” He added the last piece quickly, but cared more about your safety than anyone else’s.  You nodded, a gentle smile pulling at your lips as you looked down at your feet again.

“Goodnight then, Theo” You said quietly before heading back out of the room.

“Goodnight y/n” He responded before you shut the door.

It was getting easier for you to sleep.  In the few days he’d been there you’d felt safer, even though Beacon Hills was becoming more dangerous by the minute.  With a Nazi Werewolf running around and taking Scott’s pack one by one, and the Ghost Riders taking out anyone in sight, the fear was amplifying every day.

You’d already lost Mason, Corey, Liam, Hayden, Melissa, Argent and Stiles.  It was just a matter of time before they got to you too.

But the next night, when the house was quiet and it was late, you woke up screaming and thrashing in your sheets.  Theo had been there in a matter of two seconds, not even bothering to knock.  The only instinct he’d had was to get to you as fast as possible.

“y/n, y/n look at me” He sat on his knees in front of your bed as you sat up, tears streaming out of your eyes as he held your head in his hands.  “Hey… hey it’s alright” He whispered to you, brushing away your tears with his thumbs.  “It was just a bad dream, your safe, no one’s here” He told you in a soft tone that he’d used many times before.  Remembering your many nightmares and difficulty with sleep.  He knew exactly what to do, that all you needed was someone there to hold you, to coo to you, to tell you that you were safe.

But now, he wasn’t exactly sure of what you wanted from him.  So he sat there, his eyes staring into yours as you cried and he kept his hands cupped around your cheeks.  You surprised both him and yourself when you reached for him, slipping onto the floor onto your knees in front of him, your hands, clenched into fists, sliding around his neck as you held onto him tightly.

“Don’t let go- don’t let go” You mumbled, your eyes closing tightly.  He let out a shaky breath and wrapped his arms around you, holding you just as tightly as he used to.

His eyes closed, relishing in the memories of having your small body in his arms so casually before.  In the halls, on the couch, when sleeping, while waiting at your locker, hugging hello, hugging goodbye, in the kitchen, everywhere.  All the time.

“I won’t” Was all he could say as he ran his hands up and down your back.  “I won’t, I promise”

You stayed like that for a long time, sitting on the floor holding onto each other.  You’d never needed to be in his embrace more than now.

When more time than he thought he’d have you passed, you slowly released him, but didn’t move away, just wiped your eyes with your sleeve and stared at your lap.

“I got taken” You said quietly, opening up about what it was you’d dreamt about.  “They took me a-and no one else was there.  I was alone” He nodded, letting you pour it out before speaking.

“They’re not going to take you y/n” He said when you were quiet for a long time.  “I promise they won’t get you” You looked up at him with wet eyes, unsure of what to say to him.  Of course you didn’t believe it, there was no way he could stop them from getting you.  “I’d throw myself in front of them before ever letting you get taken, okay? He said, his hands framing around your face again.  Your eyes shot up to his, surprise and fear and what he’d recognized as adoration all inside of them.  For a moment of his staring, you thought he was going to kiss you.

But he didn’t.

He lifted you up, and set you back in bed, even covering you back up with the blankets you’d kicked off of yourself.

“Go back to sleep” He murmured, caressing your head with his hand gently before pulling away to leave.

And he left, going back to his own room, staying awake the rest of the night in case you’d need him again.

But as much as you wanted to call for him to come stay with you, you fought against yourself, and went to bed alone.

This time, feeling more lonely than ever.

You ran up to Scott desperately trying to catch your breath.  The hospital was pretty much abandoned, except for the pack, who was trying to fight back against the Ghost Riders.

“y/n!? What are you still doing here?! You were supposed to get Lydia and Malia and get out!” The alpha yelled, worry evident in his tone.

“I couldn’t leave! And neither could they-”

“Get back!” He yelled, grabbing you and pulling you away from the crack of one of the Riders’ whip.  “Run! Find Theo, and leave!” He roared, before turning back to the phantom cowboy, and growling.  You sprinted off before they began fighting.

You ran through halls, flickering lights and papers flying around.  It was like it was storming inside of the building.  You searched for Theo, your heartbeat racing as you looked everywhere.  Tears welled in your eyes in fear and worry.

What if he’d gotten taken? What if he was gone for good?

No, no not again.  You couldn’t let it happen again.  You’d lose yourself if you lost him again.

Upon sprinting around a corner, you ran into something, and fell back.  But they caught you.

“y/n!?” Theo’s nervous shriek rang through the hall.  “What’re you still doing here- you have to go!”

“No-no I couldn’t leave” You told him, but he shook his head, his hands coming around your arms as he tried to move you away.

“You can’t be here- you can’t be here y/n you have to go” He begged you, grabbing your hand and running with you to the nearest exit he could find.

“I can’t leave! I have to help!” You said, and he brought you to a hall where Malia and Lydia were.

“Oh thank god” He muttered.  “Lydia! You gotta get her out of here!” He called, and she came up to you both.

“We figured it out, we know how to stop them” Malia said as she jogged towards you too.  “Someone’s gotta be the bait”

“Yeah, and it’s not gonna be y/n, so get her out of here” He said.

“Uh, we sorta don’t have time for that” Lydia nodded off to two Ghost Riders who turned down the hall, a gun in each of their hands.  Theo cursed, grabbing you again and sprinting you as quickly as he could to the elevator at the end of the hallway.  He slammed the down arrow, and stood in front of you as the doors opened so that you couldn’t possibly be shot at.

“No, no don’t make me leave” You begged him, tears in your eyes.  “I’m not losing you again” You said, grabbing onto his shirt so he couldn’t get you into the elevator.  “Don’t make me go” You said breathlessly.  “Theo I-”

“I know” He said, his hand coming around your cheek as he stared into your eyes and brushed away your hair.  “I already know” He told you, and when you leaned in to press your lips against his, he shoved you into the elevator.

“What are you doing?!” You panicked, scrambling to get out, but he’d already pushed the button.

“Being the bait” He said, and all you saw before the doors closed, was the whip of the Ghost Rider wrapping around his arm, and a puff of green smoke go up.

And just like that, you felt the same way you had the night he was dragged to hell.  You couldn’t even hear your own screaming as the elevator descended down to the first floor.

You didn’t try to get out, just let it sit there, the doors closed as you sobbed and banged against the doors in anger.  Your claws were digging into your palms, canines grown out and eyes a dangerous shade of blue as you dented the metal elevator door from continuously pounding against it.

How could it be that the boy you couldn’t help but love so deeply, be ripped away from you again?

It had been days, and you hadn’t gotten more than an hour of sleep.  You stopped going to school, and you were too weak to go out Ghost Rider hunting with the rest of the pack.

It was unfair that Liam came back.  That Hayden came back.

You were in the school when Stiles returned, relief flooding over you as memories of him returned.  You’d hugged him desperately clinging to him, only for him to pull away from you and look at you seriously.

“Theo” He said, and your heart went mad.  “I saw him, I talked to him- y/n I’m so sorry I ever pushed you to leave him” Your lips parted as you stared at the boy who was much taller than you.  “y/n he loves you, he loves you so much e told me everything- he told me when I got here to find you and make sure you’re safe he wasn’t even worried about the goddamn train station from hell he was in” Your eyes welled with tears at the words, your hands covering your mouth.

“He-he told you all that?” Your voice cracked, and Stiles nodded.  You looked from him, to Scott to Malia, to Lydia, all of them wearing the same surprised, but happy expressions on their face.

“Alright alright happy moment over, you’re supposed to get to Liam so he’s not fighting these by himself” You nodded, flicking out your claws and glowing your eyes before running off to the sounds of Liam’s grunting.  You figured he was already fighting somebody.  You got a running start, before leaping up and grabbing the railing of the balcony, and pulling yourself up slightly, but struggling a little.

A hand grabbed you, and pulled you up over the railing, and when you looked up to see who had sat you back on your feet, you were surprised to see him there.

“Th-Theo?” You asked unsurely.  This just had to be an illusion, like Claudia Stilinski turned out to be.  He couldn’t be real.

“In the flesh” He said, and you gasped, looking over to see Liam had already taken down the Ghost Rider you’d heard him fighting.

“Fucking hell” You muttered, your hands reaching out to grab Theo and pull him against you, crashing your lips against his hungrily and desperately.  His hands flew into your hair, kissing you back with as much passion and force as he could.  You were holding onto each other so tightly, but it didn’t matter.  “Stiles told me, he told me all of it” You mumbled against his lips.  “I love you so much” You cried out, and he cupped your face in his hands like you’d done for him.

“I never stopped” He replied, kissing you longingly.

You were surprised to have made it out of the mess alive, and with everyone back home where they belonged.

It had been a long night of emotions and fighting on practically zero hours of sleep, but you were happy to be able to go home with Theo, to hold onto his arm as you both went upstairs.  He planted a kiss on your forehead before going into his room.  You followed him, watching as he went through the dresser where he kept the few pieces of clothing he had.

“Theo?” You called quietly as he found a pair of sweatpants to sleep in.

“Yes love?” He asked, turning to face you.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You asked, and he smiled and nodded.

“I’ll get changed and be right in” He told you, and you nodded, heading into your own room to put on comfier clothes.

There was a soft knock on your open door a few minutes later, and you looked up from where you sat on your bed to see Theo standing there.  You smiled, a sense of calmness coursing through you.  He walked in, wearing only his sweatpants as he came over to you.  Until he was in front of you, but you still had to look up at him since you were still sitting.

“I’m glad you’re back” You told him softly, and he took your hands, before leaning over, and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips.  You tugged on his hands, pulling him closer to you as you shuffled back on the bed.  His hands steadied himself on either side of you, your legs in between his.

You didn’t know how to describe it, it wasn’t a hot makeout session, it wasn’t desperate or needy, it was completely soft, and slow, and gentle.  Even with him held over top of you, it wasn’t sexual whatsoever.

It was like you were just getting back into the swing of normalcy.

“Don’t leave again” You whispered, and he pulled away from you, his hand cradling the back of your head against the mattress, the other holding himself up over you.  Your eyes flashed blue momentarily.  “I can’t do any of this without you” You said in an even more hushed tone.  Theo smiled softly down at you, his thumb rubbing circles over your cheek.  He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was promising never to leave you again.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the both of you staring at each other and holding on to the other, before Theo moved off of you to lay down, pulling you into his chest and winding his arms around you as your buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“I killed one of Satomi’s betas” You confessed.  Theo looked down at you, your eyes large as you thought back to that night, and full of tears.  “Her name was Hayley, Hayley Reid” He didn’t say anything, just listened intently as you told him the story behind your eyes.  “After you… after you were… taken away” You said taken away, but you both heard ‘dragged to hell’.  “I was angry and… and the wolf just-just amplified my anger and… and my mourning”

She mourned over me?

“I went out one night, to walk to-to clear my head” You continued.  “I didn’t even know I’d gotten so far into town it was just supposed to be for a few minutes but she was out too, just outside that place their pack all lives” You licked over your lips slowly, unable to meet his eyes.  “She asked me if I needed a ride home, that it was going to rain and she didn’t want me to get soaked” Theo raised his hand to your cheek, wiping away the few stray tears that had slipped onto your skin.  “I told her I wanted to be left alone, that I needed time to myself.  It was like… it was like I was drunk in all these awful feelings” You breathed deeply, taking another pause.  “She kept- kept asking and it just annoyed me I was so frustrated and I turned and I growled at her and-”

Theo kept quiet, still stroking your cheeks as you told him everything.  Your eyes slipped shut.

“I told her if she didn’t fuck off then I’d rip her throat out” You choked.  “And-and I-” Another choke as you trembled a little in his arms.  “I did. I did it I did it and I wish with everything I fucking have that I could go back and take it back, thank her for the ride home…”

He stroked his fingers through your hair, a small sigh coming through his lips.  All he could think about was not only your own tragedy, but all the times he’d committed the same crime.  Without second thought, and not even regretting it until he saw the way it had torn apart his life.

But you weren’t like him.  You were sweet, and caring, and always kept in mind what’s good for the community.  You’d risk your life before letting even a stranger get hurt.  For a werewolf, you were incredibly human.  With human qualities.  You were genuine, you tried your hardest to do everything from school work to saving Beacon Hills.  You had more love in your heart than anyone he’s ever met, and you proved it to him every day.

“I sat there, in the storm, I held onto her so tight and just begged for her to wake up, I just… I just remember apologizing over and over” Theo held your face in his hands again, pressed his forehead against yours as you cried, your closed, long lashes dripping tears over your face.  “They burned so bad, I was screaming, gripping onto her and screaming it was like… like my corneas were being scorched” You told him.  “But I deserved it”

“No, no y/n” He placed a kiss on the top of your head.  “It wasn’t you, okay? It wasn’t you, and it was all my fault”

“No it wasn’t, it was mine.  I shouldn’t have left.  I should’ve stayed at home, I shouldn’t have lied to the pack and said good riddance when you left.  I should’ve done something why didn’t I do something?” He kissed your head again, then wrapped you up in his arms and cradled you close to him.  “I barely knew her, but she really didn’t deserve what happened to her it was so.. So brutal.  And I always think about it… every day”

“Look, y’n, what i need you to know, is that you never meant for it to happen.  It was an accident, really.  You didn’t want her dead.  You didn’t know what you were doing”

“I mean yeah but-”

“That’s all you gotta know.  That it was an accident” You sighed, not knowing what to say to that.  Theo kissed your cheek softly, then hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.  “And I want you to know, that everyone still loves you, I still love you, and you should know that nothing will ever change that” You smiled timidly,your hands splaying on his cheeks as you pushed your head against his, your noses bumping together.

“I love you too” You whimpered quietly, kissing him chastely then nuzzling your face back into his chest.  Theo smiled to himself, closing his eyes as he listened to your steadying heartbeat.

“Just go to sleep baby” He said, his lips pressing to your head and lingering them there for a moment.  “I’ll be here when you wake up, promise” He said.  You smiled, completely relaxing against him, your mind already drifting off to sleep.

And when you woke up the next morning,

he was there.

ah so long and angsty theo angst just comes so easily to me

( dedicated to liv bc she’s my soulmate and the lydia to my alli :) )

xoxo - jordie

❝ So you are jealous? ❞

Plot: Jungkook jealous 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words Count: 1,5k+

Genre: Angst

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie! 


Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by sugutie

‘Thank’s for tonight.’ Jungkook whispered as he held you in his arms and swayed to the soft music that was lingering around.

‘Thank you for such an amazing date.’ You responded as your head rested on his chest.

Yourself and Jungkook had been together for a year and two months. You were a stylist at Big Hit Entertainment and become good friends with Namjoon. He wasn’t your best friend but he was someone you could talk to, considering your lack of Korean when you first moved to Korea. Through him, you met Kook and everything went uphill from then on for the both of you. The two of you had been busy and tonight happened to be the only one where both of you could spend time together.

Jungkook closed the space between your lips. You had kissed many times prior to this, but this one felt like it made your relationship stronger. His lips moulded into yours as if they were made for each other. Fluttering your eyes close, you wrapped your hands around his neck while his went down to your waist. His lips were warm and welcoming as you kissed him back softly. Many times had you both had heated kisses, but this one had an innocence of true love. Pulling apart, he looked deep into your eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead. Lacing your fingers together, he guided you for a walk down the parkway. He had organised a dinner in the park for the evening.

‘The stars are so beautiful.’ You marvelled, looking up at the clear evening sky.

‘Not as beautiful as you.’ He smiled, looking at your side profile in awe.

‘Yah,’ You nudged him playfully, ‘You are so cheesy!;

‘I know, but you love it.’ The maknae pointed out just as your phone rang.

You held out a finger to pause the moment while the other began digging for the phone, ‘Hold that thought,’ You answered the phone, ‘Hello?….ah Joonie.’ You blocked the receiver and whispered back to your boyfriend, ‘Sorry, just give me a minute’ Placing the phone back on your ear, you walked away to continue the conversation with the rapper.

Kook clenched his fists as he saw you lover walk away, this had been the fourth time that Namjoon had phoned and not the first time he had ruined one of his moments. He found that the elder was doing it more often these days and was starting to get fed up. He knew that Namjoon was his hyung, but this was getting really irritating. Many times he wanted to tell you about it, but he didn’t wanna sound like a jealous boyfriend. He took a seat on a park bench and tried to restrain his anger while he waited for you to finish up your phone call. More then ten minutes passed before you came back, and not with a smile on your beautiful face.

‘What did he want this time?’ Jungkook asked, looking up at you.

‘Hey don’t be like that.’ You scolded.

‘This is the fifth time he phoned tonight!’ The maknae stood up, towering over you.

‘I know but he is my friend-’

‘Exactly! He is your friend.’

You sighed deeply ‘Listen I have to cut this short because he ripped a shirt that he was meant to wear for an interview.’

‘And so?’ He huffed.

‘He wants me to fix it,’ You explained, ‘He is at a friends place.’

‘What is he doing there?’ Kook asked with a raised brow.

‘How must I know?’ You chuckle, pecking his cheek, ‘You can go back to the dorm or my place.’

‘I will see you at home.’ A frustrated groan left his lips.

‘So I will meet you at home, okay baby?’ You tried to lighten the mood

‘Yeah whatever.’ He walked away.

You watched your boyfriend walk away from you. You hated to end this short, but Namjoon needed you, even if it was for a silly thing. You loved both of them, with it varying for each but it was love nevertheless. You went and hauled a taxi while he drove the car home. The drive was boring for the sound of the radio was the only thing making a noise. He was so angry that he didn’t even know how to express it at this point. Arriving home, he kicked his shoes off and went straight to have a shower. He reckoned the shower would ease his rage. Gratefully it did, but it only heightened as hours went by and you weren’t answering your phone.

‘How did you even manage this?’ You asked for the nth time since arriving hours ago.

‘I don’t even know.’ Namjoon said with a pout, ‘All I did was try and put it on.’

‘And there’s the answer.’ You chuckled, ‘You shouldn’t be able to do anything by yourself. You are the king of chaos Kim Namjoon. Forever breaking things!’

‘This was an accident!’ He tried to reason.

‘You lucky it was just a tear and not set on fire.’ You finish the last stitch before holding the shirt up, ‘There, all done.’

‘Thank you so much, Y/N!’ The rapper had you on his arms for a tight hug, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around.

‘Look at that, the mighty Rap Monster is actually a cute fluffy troll.’ His friend teased, camera pointed at the both of you.

‘Yah! I am cute.’ Joon challenged, ‘And I’m not a troll!’

‘What ever keeps you asleep at night.’ A snicker came from him as he posted the video.

‘Are you going home now?’ Namjoon asked, averting his attention to you.

‘Yeah, I was kinda on a date with Kook before this.’ You admitted, rubbing the back on your neck.

‘And you came to me!?’ The rapper gasped, ‘Why would you do that?’

‘Because you are my friend and you needed me.’ A shrug came as you felt Namjoon all but shove you out the door with your belongings, ‘What the hell!’

‘Get going, you should be with Kookie now, not me.’ The elder pointed out, ‘Goodnight, Y/N’

With a flash of his dimple smile, he slammed the door, ‘GOODNIGHT TO YOU AS WELL, YOU BRAT!’


Chuckling, you made your way to a taxi while a certain boy had watched the same video over and over. His hand all but wrapped around the phone with anger. Retreating to bed, he drifted to sleep. Thirty minutes passed before the sound of the entrance code beeped and the front door opened and closed. He heard you take your shoes off and toss your bag on the table. Your soft footsteps padded across the floor as he glared at the bedside clock which blinked 12:45am. His back was to the door as he lay and waited for you to enter. The bedroom door opened quietly as you tiptoed in and closed it softly as to not wake him, not that he was asleep.

‘Do you have any idea what the time is?’ He growled as you froze in your tracks.

‘I know baby ,I’m sorry.’ You apologised, lights flashing on.

‘Sorry?’ He stood up from the bed, ‘SORRY! Why have you not been answering your phone?!’

‘It was on silent.’ You defended.

‘It wasn’t on silent when we were at dinner and Namjoon kept phoning every thirty minutes like a pest!’ Kook pointed out, stepping dangerously close to you.

‘Don’t you call him that! He is your hyung.’ You scolded, ‘What is wrong with you?’

‘Me?’ He pointed at himself, ‘The question that should be asked is, ‘why are you taking him more into account then me?’,I am your boyfriend not him!’

‘I never said he was.’

‘Then why are you in his arms?’

‘Wait, what?’ You asked in shock.

‘I saw the video, don’t play dumb.’ He hissed.

‘Don’t you dare call me dumb!’ You threatened, ‘ And he was hugging me for fixing the shirt!

‘And a simple pat on the back couldn’t seal the deal? He had to have his hands all over you?’

You snapped at what was happening, ‘So you are jealous?’


‘Oh please, you only act like this when I get more attention from another male. You fight with me for nothing until you realise that you are being stupid.’

In quick steps he had you pinned against the wall, ‘Stupid? How am I stupid one?’

‘B-because you are being jealous for no reason.’ She gulped.

‘Oh sweetheart, I am a man and I don’t like sharing.’ His deep voice resinated through your ears, ‘I am a selfish man when it comes to you, you belong to me and no one else.’

‘Jungkook…’ You said breathlessly.

‘You aren’t dumb, that I know.’ He whispered, ‘I am sorry for call you that, but I am not sorry for what is going to come next….’

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Okay. Get this. Good uncle Yuuri is planning the triplets' birthday party and hires magician! Victor. Victor chooses Yuuri as a participant even though it's a kid birthday party and he's supposed to choose a kid.

Okay. Get this. You sent me this amazing thought, and I decided to write a 2,000+ word fic on it. Because my self-control needs to be located by search party. I’m going to post the whole thing here and move it to Ao3 tomorrow when I feel less lazy :). Thank you for sharing this INSANELY INSPIRING idea with me and I hope you enjoy…. “Magic Man” :)

(It is long so there is a cut line! Definitely SFW!)

The ad had said that Victor the Great could entertain audiences of all ages, that his tricks were beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, and that he could convince even the most cynical people that magic was real.

What the ad didn’t say, was that Victor was absolutely the most beautiful man who had ever dared to exist on earth.

The lack of warning had certainly taken a toll on Yuuri’s heart, as he opened the front door to Yuuko’s house and came face-to-face with the man-god parading as a children’s party magician. The black top hat, tailed black coat and bright red bow tie should have immediately elicited laughter. Instead, Yuuri felt his tongue swell two sizes in his mouth and steal away his ability to speak. Maybe that was Victor’s first trick, robbing Yuuri of all his senses with the man’s magical out-of-this-world blue eyes and smile that lit Yuuri’s body on fire. Blushing and staring at his feet, Yuuri waved Victor into the house and lead him to the back yard where the show would take place.

Victor followed the dark-haired man through a dining room filled with delicious looking food, through a kitchen that looked like a food bomb got gone off, and out into a backyard that was chaotic with kid noise. Children ran in every direction, giggling and yelling “you’re it!” as they tagged their friends. On the outskirts of the yard, the adults stood in small clumps of conversation, occasionally dodging a sprinting child. It was a typical kid party, and Victor grinned at the lively nature of his future audience.

“Um… here…” Yuuri stopped and pointed to the small platform of a wood deck. “I mean…” rubbing the back of his neck, Yuuri could feel the blush on his cheeks heating up as the blue eyes studied him, “you can set up here.” Finally gaining an ounce of courage, Yuuri lifted his gaze to meet Victor’s.

“Are you Yuuri?” Stepping forward, Victor set his black cases onto the deck. His slight invasion of Yuuri’s personal space was intentional as Victor continued to smile at the adorable man.

Yuuri’s first email, inquiring about Victor’s availability for the party, had been formal and inquisitive. Victor had responded back quickly, confirming that he would love to provide entertainment. It was Yuuri’s second response, with a cheeky question about Victor arriving by car or in a puff of smoke that had peaked Victor’s interest. It had been a silly joke, but Victor had played along, answering not only in jest, but also with a hint of flirting.

Nineteen emails had been exchanged over the course of two weeks and Victor had been unable to sleep the night before the party, the anticipation of meeting his email partner keeping him awake with nervous energy. The dark mop of hair, shy brown eyes, and flushing cheeks had to belong to Yuuri Katsuki, and Victor had been trying to come up with something clever throughout their short walk through the house. Instead of cleverness, he had barely managed to ask Yuuri to identify himself, and Victor was internally groaning over his own failure.

Swallowing, Yuuri studied Victor’s face. “I am,” he said, gaining courage he stuck out his hand, “uh, nice to meet you Victor the Great.” When Victor chuckled, Yuuri wanted to crawl inside of the piñata and let the kids beat his embarrassment out of him.

“You’ll watch the show, won’t you?” Victor slipped his hand into Yuuri’s, squeezing it slightly. “Maybe if you watch me closely, you’ll be able to figure out my tricks.” Leaning forward again, Victor winked at Yuuri. He prayed that he sounded flirty instead of creepy.


Getting tackled from behind by three squealing triplets, Yuuri fell forward into Victor’s arms. Freezing, Yuuri looked up and immediately lost himself again in Victor’s eyes. Feeling his body shaken by the force of three sets of hands, Yuuri snapped his attention back to his nieces. “Mom said you have to help with the piñata while the magician sets up! Dad said you can flirt later!” All three girls cackled at their joke as Yuuri’s face caught fire.

Smile on his lips, Victor stepped up onto the wooden deck and bent to open his first case. “I’m ok with that plan,” throwing a wink over his shoulder, Victor forced himself to concentrate on his props as a stammering Yuuri was dragged toward the line of screaming kids.

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JIB8 - Jared M&G story

So, like last year, I was once again lucky enough to have a Jared Meet&Greet, and got to be close to a tired yet focused Jared Padalecki (who’d just woken up from a nap in between his autograph session and his M&G).

Before anyone began asking questions, there was a knock on the door but no one entered. Jared looked at a staff member and asked her “Is it Ackles? Is he fucking with me again?“ - then laughed. Apparently, it wasn’t Jensen who then joined us for Jared’s M&G, but Jensen’s stunt double. Why he was at the convention I have no idea, but he sat down and observed the M&G (as well as a few panels, I noticed later that day) - and confirmed a few facts when Jared asked him about something.

Jared’s chapter in ‘Family Don’t End With Blood’ was mentioned and whether or not he would consider writing a book. His answer was no. He said he’d spent a whole year writing that chapter and, besides not having a lot of time on his hands, he’d had some anxiety writing it (I guess because he was afraid it wasn’t good enough). However, Jared said he felt like he owed it to us to be honest about it all. I admit I was struggling not to tear up at this point, having not only read his chapter but had been in Rome during JIB6 when Jared had gone through his breakdown.

A fan mentioned her reason behind telling Jared a funny story during his solo panel (the beenie/penis story - I’m sure there’re videos of it if someone doesn’t know what I’m talking about), that it was because people often tell Jared sad stories and she therefore wanted to make him laugh instead. She also said that he took on too much on his shoulders, that he was not alone in this, and that we were all there to carry some of the weight with him. Jared appreciated that.

He also got some questions about his love for watches, his ‘Venatore’ wine (Jared said he could talk forever about his love for both watches and wine) and his favorite author.

By then, the M&G was almost over but Jared luckily picked me to ask the last question. My question was: “When you do emotional scenes on the show with Jensen, do you think of something sad? Or does the emotion come natural to you after working together for so long and being so close in real life?“

I got really distracted by the fact that Jared was looking straight at ME and answering MY question, but this is what I remember of his answer:

Jared said it was a great question. He said that he, in the beginning of the show, did think of sad things to bring out that kind of emotion, but proceeded to say that he doesn’t do that anymore. Jared said that he hates when the script says “Sam cries“ (which is something Jensen also mentioned in his solo panel) because he doesn’t wanna cry unless he feels like the scene calls for it. So if someone writes that in a script or if a director tells him to cry, he’ll say “I appreciate you saying it but I’ve known this character for 12 years, so please don’t ever tell me that again”. Jared mentioned the scene in 12x22 where Dean and Sam had to break through the wall in the bunker. It wasn’t supposed to be an emotional scene, but he and Jensen had felt like the scene called for it. Jared then said that he couldn’t remember if Sam cried during that scene, and I remarked “Well, I did!“ which made Jared laugh.

He mentioned the church scene between Dean and Sam in the episode “Sacrifice“ and how it was originally scripted that Sam should be all tough about it and practically yell his words at Dean. However, that wasn’t what the scene called for. When they’d gone through the scene, Jared (as Sam) had felt the emotion and had teared up, so that’s the direction he had to go with the scene (and thank God for that since it’s one of my favorite scenes!) He continued to talk about how the brain knows the emotion isn’t real but the body doesn’t, so it’s tough having to do emotional scenes - especially when 5 minutes in a scene takes like 14 hours to film.

Jared then talked about how Sam is a tough guy who, nine out of ten times, tries to hold back his tears rather than show them because he wants to be strong. Jared remarked that crying is not a sign of weakness - that you’re also strong when you cry - but that Sam tries to hold it in. Which, Jared said, was also an emotionally draining thing to do. Both for him and Sam.

Note: During his talk about the church scene and how Sam always tries to be tough and not cry, I swear Jared’s eyes turned wet for a second (as well as my eyes did). Whether it was because of what he said or because he was just tired, I can’t know for sure - but I was sitting pretty close to him and he was looking straight into my eyes at the time.

Anyways, Jared also talked about how guest stars often get something (I don’t remember what he called it. Crystallized something) sprayed into their eyes to be able to cry. Jared has only tried that one time, and that was when he was in House of Wax. His character had to cry but Jared couldn’t do it because he had to sit completely still in the scene (where he’s been waxed) and couldn’t use his facial expressions. That was the only time he’d ever needed help to cry in a scene.

Jared then repeated that it was a really good question, but time had run out by then and he had to leave the room. I was more than a little stoked to get such a long and detailed answer to my question - and more than a little awestruck to have Jared’s eyes on me throughout almost his entire answer.

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G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/Eventual smut

A/N: Hello all! This is my first fic that I’m ever posting ever so I’m slightly nervous haha I do have to say though this first part is a kinda long and I thought about breaking this up in two parts but I wanted all the intro stuff to be done with in one go haha. Anyway please let me know what you think and enjoy!

(Masterlist)||(Part Two-A)

Originally posted by leejoxheon

      A brilliant man once wrote: ‘ ‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all’  but I can’t help but wonder; had I never met you would I still feel this crippling void of being without you? …I guess I’ll never know.

      What we had was nothing short of a whirlwind romance that ended almost as soon as it began. Or so it felt that way. And for what felt like an eternity I did nothing but hate you, but then again there were the nights I got so wasted I would tell myself if I just heard your voice one more time I would be fine; but I wanted more than ‘just. one. more. time’. Being with you was something that I can only describe as the most addictive dream that I never wanted to end. And being without you, well that felt like a dream too… not one you’d want to have, but a dream nonetheless. But once the mourning had set in and eventually subsided, I came to terms with everything; I was finally ok. Yet here I am almost three months later since we parted ways and I’m practically on the verge of having my first public panic attack sitting on this plane on my way back to Seoul. A place I had avoided like the plague, and all together erased from my memory; just like I tried to do with you. But that is the one place I can’t escape you. Not because I can’t stop thinking about you or any of the memories that godforsaken city holds but because your face is plastered all over the damn place. Kind of hard to get away from someone that’s a spokesmodel for every other company.

      I had shifted in my seat for what felt like the billionth time which was accompanied by a tired side eye from my best friend Saige. The entire thirteen hours and ten minutes of this flight I was riddled with so much anxiety that I: hadn’t slept, hardly ate and shook my leg so much that it felt like it was starting to go numb and possibly fall off at one point. And the entire time she did nothing but shoot me concerned glances of pity and just sighed as she said ‘I know, I know you feel like your heart is gonna fall out of your ass’. That woman is Saint, but I think even saints reach a point when they feel enough is more than enough.

      She groggily turned her body in her seat toward me, looked me in the eye and said “Alex, you know I love you and I’m only saying this because I care about you but..” she rubbed her eye “You are going to hate yourself for not sleeping when you see pictures the paparazzi take of you leaving the airport. As your best friend and PR manager I am obligated to tell you” she leaned forward placing her elbow on the armrest and her hand beneath her chin “You look like you’re going through it*”

      “That’s because I am ‘going through it’ Saige” I scowled.

      She sat upright and slightly tilted her head to the side “Where is the Alex that left LA? The one who was like ‘I couldn’t give two fucks yahddah yahddah yahddah. G-Dragon who? I’m not worried blah blah blah’–”

      “Ahhh! Ahh! shhhhh! We don’t speak that name!” I interjected.

      “–God it’s like as soon as we started flying over the North Pacific you started to loose your shit!” she continued “Listen kid, and I’m only going to say this once. As your PR manager, and because Scooter would have me scalped if I didn’t say this, we already went through this whole G–”

      “Ahh! What did I just say?!” I hushed her with my finger.

      She sighed heavily “–As I was saying, we already went through this whole ‘Ji-Yong–”

      “Saige no! That’s even worse!”

      “–Would you just let me finish?!” she huffed “What I’m trying to say is, that we can’t go through this bad press thing again. We don’t want to squander any of the amazing opportunities you’ve gotten since that whole fiasco. You and I both know we worked so hard to get you back in good standings with the media and your label. I don’t want to have to go through that whole thing again”

      “Gee thanks…” I scoffed.

      “BUT” she said a bit louder “As your best friend of nine wonderful years, you and I– we’ve been to Hell and back together on more than one occasion and this, or any other time you feel like losing your shit in the far or near future, is no different. I’ll always be right beside you.’If you jump I jump remember?

      I furrowed my brow “I don’t think now is the best time to haul in the Titanic references Saige…”

      “Oh for the love of God!’ she threw her hands up in defeat and slouched into her seat “Alexandra Marie McMahon–”

      “Please don’t use my full name…” I cringed.

      “Alright I’ve had it, enough feeling sorry for yourself, enough letting some guy dictate how you feel. He, despite what his ego might make him think, has no power over you. Got it?” She gestured with her hand “Listen when we land you are going to walk off of this airplane and strut your shit into that fucking SUV like everything is peachy fucking keen!”

      The more heated she got the more I started to notice a tiny vein on her neck begin to pop out. There were instances where I was afraid of her, very rarely was I on the receiving end of her rage but when I was it was less anger and more disappointed mother that wants you realize your full potential.

      Saige brushed the hair from her eyes “All I’m saying is at least pretend for the cameras that you are having the time of your life, and then when we get back to LA–Hell, when we get back to the hotel even! Then you can go back to being miserable”

      I raised an eyebrow. I opened my mouth to say something but she held up her hand to stop me. “If it makes you feel any better all we have to do is survive one week. One week Alex, that’s all! Also just remember why exactly we’re even going there in the first place; and it’s not because of J–’him’

      “I know, I don’t want Tim to have a shit birthday because of me. It’s bad enough he ditched us to move out there and part of me wishes he was lonely so he’d realize the horrible mistake he had made and come back to LA but unfortunately for my wishful thinking Tim is like a ray of sunshine that anyone within a ten foot radius wants to be his best friend” I slouched in my seat.

      Saige nodded “Speaking of Mr. Sunshine himself, what did he say to you to make you lose your cool? It’s like the second he said whatever the hell triggered you, you completely shut me out. So spill, what did he say?”

      I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I mumbled the heart attack inducing news I had received earlier from Tim.

      Saige furrowed her brows “you wanna try that one more time but in English this time?”

      I mumbled louder.

      “Alex I’m serious, I’m going to–”

      “HE FUCKING TOLD ME JI-YONG WAS GOING TO BE AT HIS STUPID FUCKING PARTY OKAY!” I stood up from my seat causing the stewardesses to stare “are you happy now?!”

      “Very. Got you to actually feel something other than feeling sorry for yourself” she had a smug look on her face “well with that being said we still have about thirty or so minutes before we land so if you’ll just excuse me your highness I’m going to take a well deserved nap”

      Still standing in the same spot as I stood with my mouth agape, staring at my now dwindling out of consciousness best friend in disbelief. I look over my shoulder only to have the stewardesses quickly look away. Feeling embarrassed I quickly slunk down into my seat again and let out a big sigh “It’s only one week Alex!” I mimicked “Pfft, one week. How in the Hell does she expect me to make it through this with whatever remaining sanity I have left in me?”

      The only possible way I see myself making it out of this is by doing the same damn thing I did to get away from him the first time…drink until it doesn’t hurt. And why wait until the party? No time is better than the present. I sat up in my seat and motioned for one of the stewardesses “can you bring me some champagne? Oh and leave the bottle here will ya?”

      The redheaded stewardess knitted her brows together “B-but Ms. McMahon, we’ll be landing soo–”

      “Well then in that case, times a’wastin! Better forgo the glass and just leave the bottle” I smiled.

      The stewardess only shot me a weak smile as she turned to retrieve the bottle. She came back with bottle in hand and poured me a glass “I thought it’d be in poor taste to let you drink out of the bottle…we don’t want another incident like the one on the flight to London” she sent me another weak smile.

      My face slowly dropped into one of utter disdain “that’ll be all thank you” I grabbed the bottle from her hands. As she turned to walk away I looked over at Saige’s sleeping form and back to the stewardess. Just great, exactly what I needed. Yet another person to remind me of how much of a fuck up I am.

      I lifted the glass cheersing the air “Bottoms up”

      Ji-Yong threw his head back and closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to relieve the onset of a massive migraine. For the past 20 minutes he has had to endure the loud bickering between Seungri and Seung-Hyun, apparently the older of the two had taken a risqué picture of the other and posted it in succession of each other on his Instagram. In the older man’s defence he said he did it out of artistic expression; a modern Statue of David as he put it. The younger man emphatically disagreed.

      “Yah Hyung! Delete it!” Seungri reached for the older man’s phone for the hundredth time.

      Seung-Hyun cackled “Look it’s fine! I added a filter it makes it artistic. Look at all the likes you’re getting”

      “Easy for you to say! Yang is going to kill me!” the younger man threw his hands up “Aish Hyuuuung!”

      “Aww look at you!” the older man took a sip of his wine.

      Still pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, Ji-Yong balled his fist with the other hand so tight that his knuckles went white. His patience was starting to wear thin and he was far too exhausted to deal with any of their shit.

      “Why do you enjoy torturing me like this? WHY?!” he reached for the phone again.

      “Because look at you, look how cute you are when you get angry!” Seung-Hyun laughed again.

      “Hyung please! I’m tortured enough when I’m constantly reminded that everybody loves GD&T.O.P”

      Seung-Hyung let out another cackle “Okay, Okay I’ll delete it…Guess I should probably delete that video too”

      “YAH HYUNG! I THOUGHT YOU DELE–” Seungri screeched.

      “ENOUGH!” Ji-Yong slammed his fist onto the armrest of the couch; his sudden outburst took the two by surprise. Seungri cleared his throat, opening his mouth to speak only to be hushed by Ji-Yong before he could utter a single syllable. Seung-Hyun on the other hand was letting the maknae take the brunt of Ji-Yong’s rage as he quietly chuckled to himself and into his wine glass. Seungri suddenly began to feel more uncomfortable as he watched Ji-Yong pace angrily back and forth. He threw a side glance to Seung-Hyun but didn’t dare utter a single word and only managed to mouth “What do we do?”. Seung-Hyun only replied by sending him a smug look on his face; to his dismay the older man was tipsy and was of no help at all. Still pacing, Ji-Yong was working himself up so much he started to mutter incoherent insults, Seungri could only assume, every now and again he could pick up some of what he was saying; “Fucking mothe…asshole…fucking can’t…idiot…”. The younger man looked to his inebriated partner in crime but alas yet again he was of no help as he had dipped out of the room at one point without either of the other two noticing. He looked to the heavens and gulped before he slowly approached the man who was fuming before him. With an outstretched hand he reached for the other man’s shoulder only to be startled by Ji-Yong rapidly whipping his head to look over his shoulder.

      “Touch me and you lose that hand…” Ji-Yong glared.

      Seungri had retracted his hand back so fast that he slightly smacked himself on the face in the process. Saying his prayers in his head and gulping again he dared to open his mouth.

      “H-Hyung?” he said timidly.

      The older man turned to glare at him again “What?!”

      “I think you might be stressed…”

      Ji-Yong looked at the younger man incredulously “Oh no, what gave it away?!” he sneered.

      Not letting the older man get to him he spoke with more confidence this time.

      “What I meant was, I’ve noticed these past few weeks…months really…you’ve been so irritable that you’re hard to want to be around. Everyone agrees that we feel like we’re walking on eggshells with you…”

      Ji-Yong scoffed and crossed his arms.

      “Hyung I think you maybe need to let loose~” the younger man wiggled his eyebrows and smiled.

      “Come any closer and I’ll let my fists loose”

      Quickly losing his smile Seungri furrowed his brows “You see this what I’m talking about! Top Hyung even stopped asking you to drink with him because every time you would get drunk you’d either want to start a fight with someone and/or sing, without fail, ‘My Heart Will Go On’ at the top of your lungs!. Not that you have a horrible voice Hyung, far from it, it’s just that the last time you did it you had me in a headlock and sang–no yodeled! Into my ear and I think I may be going deaf…”Seungri absentmindedly touched his ear as he somberly looked to the ground.

      The older man only smiled to himself recalling whatever pieces of that night he could remember.

      The younger man quickly shook away the horrible memories of that night and straightened his posture “Anyway! Young-Bae and Dae-Sung Hyung, well they never actually go out….but if they did I’m sure they wouldn’t want to hang out with you either!”

      Ji-Yong laughed sardonically “If this is your way of trying to get me to ‘let loose’ the only thing that’s going to be loose is–”

      “I know, I know ‘your fists’. Aish” Seungri mocked and instantly regretted it as made direct eye contact with a Ji-Young that looked like he was about to rip his head off.

      Trying to placate the situation, before Ji-Yong actually turned into a dragon and set him on fire, the younger man spoke quickly.


      The older man winced at the maknae’s sudden change in volume “YAH! ENOUGH WITH THE YELLING!”


      Ji-Yong closed his eyes and rubbed the side of his temples with his fingers       “So without yelling, or pissing me off even more… what was this about a party?”
      Treading carefully Seungri cleared his throat before he spoke “Well since we will be back in Seoul tonight I thought it was only right that my favorite~Hyung go out and enjoy himself in his old stomping grounds”

      The older man simply nodded and signaled with one hand to go on.

      With the approval of his Hyung to go on, he spoke with more enthusiasm           “Yeah so then I thought to myself ‘but my favorite~Hyung shouldn’t have to go to a tired old club!’ which is why I remembered a friend of mine is throwing a massive party tonight at his new club in Gangnam”

      “So you want me to go to a grand opening party so your friend’s club will be popular? ‘Cause that’s all I’m hearing” the older man raised an eyebrow.

      The maknae’s eyes went wide “No, no, no! You misunderstand, no one has to know we’re there. All I want is for my Hyung–”

      “Favorite Hyung..” Ji-Yong corrected.

      “Right. All I want is for my favorite~Hyung to relax, have a drink or two, not ‘My Heart Will Go On’ amount of drinks but some drinks…and maybe dance a little…maybe even with a girl” he wiggled his eyebrows causing a small laugh to come from the other man “on the plus side this is kind of like a ‘pre-party’ before the real party this weekend”

      “Alright fine I’ll go, but on one condition”

      “Anything Hyung, you name it I got it”

      “Don’t try to be my wingman tonight, don’t try to set me up; I don’t want to have to make another girl cry because I had no idea who she was”

      “Oh..I forgot about that…but is that it? Pfft easy” a smug smile spread across the maknae’s face.

      “Actually one more thing…” Ji-Yong said in a serious tone “Just do me a solid and make sure I don’t call a number labeled as ‘DO NOT CALL HER’…I don’t need that shit blowing up in my face”

      The younger man furrowed his brows as he nodded. He knew exactly who ‘DO NOT CALL HER’ was.

      “Seungri if it comes down to ‘My Heart Will Go On’ and ‘DO NOT CALL HER’…let’s just go with ‘My Heart Will Go On’ even if it means losing your hearing” the older man let out a small laugh.

      Placing his hands on either side of his shoulders, Seungri gives Ji-Yong a warm smile and emphatically says “You got it Hyungie~!”

      This causes Ji-Yong to let out another laugh only this time it was a bit louder “alright, alright” he dusts the maknae’s hands off his shoulders “Well I’m going to head back to my room and get some shut eye before tonight so make yourself scarce until then” he pushed his way past the maknae and out the door. After the door closed behind Ji-Yong, Seungri let out a big sigh of relief but that was short lived as he remembered a text message he had received from his girlfriend earlier ‘Hey babe I’m so excited to see you tonight!~love you my little panda~^-^ oh I almost forgot, Alex landed so don’t forget to give Ji-Yong a heads up about tonight. I know how my sister can be when she’s drunk and we both know how he can be… So glad you already ripped off the band-aid and told him about her being at Tim’s party after all haha I mean why wouldn’t sh–’ A small ringing sound filled his ears as the last part of the text echoed in his head. Seungri not only didn’t tell Ji-Yong about ‘DO NOT CALL HER’ going to her own best friend’s birthday bash but now he was going to have to defuse the bomb that is Ji-Yong when his Hyung finds out that he was withholding vital information about ‘DO NOT CALL HER’ being in the country again and/or possibly running into her one way or another. This definitely won’t blow up in his face right?


Sodapop gets drunk for the first time… (part two of x)

A/N: There will be a part 3, I began to write this and realized that it was way too long.)

“I don’t think I can just leave him there, Two-Bit” You whispered softly, stopping in your tracks so you could look at him steadily. 

“Hey, he’ll be fine, he is with me.” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” You said jokingly. You looked down as a sigh escaped your lips. “I can’t just let them take advantage of him.” 

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