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Insufferable | Part Two

Synopsis: Two people who swear they hate each other’s guts but still can’t leave each other alone.

Warnings: angst, pining, oral (female and male receiving) choking, Tyler is still arrogant and still has that filthy mouth, YN is still a smart ass who brings him to his knees. Also, jealous!hook. An injury and some blood too.

A/N: you guys really wanted this and I couldn’t resist writing it. I just wanna let you know that I read all of your suggestions for this and they’re all incorporated in this filthy fic. So I hope you enjoy and if you’re lost right now, you can read part one here! 🫶🏼

Proceed with caution cause there’s like 2 different smut scenes 😮‍💨

You had a couple of little secrets now. Things you couldn’t tell your friends no matter how bad you wanted to, simply because for the longest time you swore you hated everything about that man. You still do, but it’s a weird kind of hatred you feel towards him, now that his hands have been all over every inch of you. A kind that makes you want more reasons to despise him.

Tyler, on the other hand, finds the whole thing pretty hilarious. He spots you in the hallway and notices that you no longer look at him with that infuriation you used to, but what looks more to him like desperate desire you clearly were way too prideful to admit. You still had the faintest shadow of purple discolorations on your skin and he starts to realize how long it’s been since he had you a moaning mess in the showers.

Of course that just makes him want you all over again.

You were doing a better job than he expected you would. You haven’t even tried to shoot him a text when you’re alone at night in your room, thoughts of his body against yours running rampant through your mind. It surprised him to say the least but he knew you well enough now to know that you’re the second most prideful person on the planet, and he’s the first.

He held a smirk on his lips as he stopped in front of you, his eyes lingering to the faint marks his lips left on your skin one week prior. You felt your cheeks heat up beneath your skin and did your best not to let that show, but he already saw the red blush creeping up from your chest to your face and this only made that coy smirk spread wider.

“Can I help you?” You bit out, bringing your hair over your shoulder to hide those marks you knew he was feeling way to proud of. His eyes then met yours, and you hated the way they instantly made your heart violently pound against your chest.

“Are you avoiding me now?” He takes a step forward, lingering his eyes down your body that he would deny, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about.

“I’ve always tried to avoid you.” You snap back, watching as his dimple deepens on his cheek.

“No, not always.” He lets his hand linger out, the tips of two fingers roaming over the band of your shorts, earning chills to skate down your spine at the simplest touch. “If that were the case you wouldn’t have been moaning my name last week.”

You swallowed hard past the dryness of your throat and boldly stared into his dark, amused eyes. His fingertips trailed a line across your stomach before you felt one hook underneath the waistband, just to pull the fabric back and pop it against your skin.

“One time thing.” You managed to say, even though your voice was suddenly shakier than you wished it would’ve been. “And I already forgot about it, but thanks for the unpleasant reminder.”

His hand fell to his side but that smirk on his lips remained as he shook his head from side to side slightly. “Seems like you forgot something else” he tilts his head to the side, taking a single step closer but closing the space between you completely. “What did I tell you about that smart ass mouth?”

You were flashed right back to one of the many moments that’s been playing through your mind like a movie. Dropping to your knees so easily for him, letting him fuck your throat while tears streamed down your cheeks and reveling in all the strained sounds that he let out. You immediately felt a wetness seep into the fabric of your panties and you hated him for it.

Just then, he took a step back, his eyes adverted to something behind you, that ended up being Willow when she walked up to you. She had a little bit of a confused look on her face, just seeing Tyler standing there in front of you because from what she knew, you absolutely despised that man and most of the time you’re doing all you can do to avoid his constant banters.

But all he did was take a step back and stand there, keeping his eyes held firmly on you as you forced yourself to recollect your thoughts enough to appear like everything was normal.

“Hey girl, we were just looking for you. We didn’t see you after your match last week.” She says as she reaches over and smooths a couple flyaways fluttering around your hair.

“Yeah I went home early.” You blurt the first lie you could think of, and Tyler had to drop his head to hide the prideful smirk on his face. “I wasn’t feeling that great. Something made me sick to my stomach.” You let your eyes linger to him to make sure he caught those words, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest.

“Damn, something you ate?” Willow asked.

And that’s when Tyler cut in, ever the most arrogant man that he’s always been. “Nah, she ended up choking on something. I saw it myself.” His eyes had a mischievous gleam to them and you wanted more than anything to blacken them with your fists.

“Oh God, are you okay? Did you need like, the Heimlich Maneuver or something? Why didn’t you tell me that?” Willow asked, then she glanced over at Tyler when all you did was remain silent, simply because your veins were on fire with the rage you felt towards that cocky man.

“I was fine, it wasn’t as bad as Tyler’s making it sound. I just wanted to get back to the hotel and try to forget all about it.” You piped back up, keeping your eyes on him.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright. We missed you in catering. You gonna meet us after your match tonight so we can all leave together?” She asked, and Willow always had a thing for playing with your hair while she talked to you but, that’s when she caught sight of the purple patches right below your ear, and even though you tried to hide it, she caught it before your hair was pushed back over your shoulder.

“Umm, what the fuck is that?!” She nearly gasps. “YN, you didn’t even tell us-“

“Tell us what?” Skye’s voice finds you as soon as she walks around the corner. Tyler was practically beaming now, loving the way you were getting caught up by two of your friends, exactly how he wanted it to happen.

“She has a hickey” Willow says as she points at the side of your neck.

“No, it’s a bruise.” You quickly blurted, but caught the way Tyler’s brows raised the second you said that.

“A bruise? That’s not a fucking bruise” Skye said when she gets a good look, moving your hair back with her hand. “I’m sorry but who the hell gave that to you? Was it Daniel?! You didn’t even tell us you were seeing him again.”

Tyler’s teeth clenched behind his lips when your ex was mentioned. The man just couldn’t help it.

“I’m curious too.” He chipped in, holding his eyes on yours with that agonizing look of pure pride and enjoyment. You cut your eyes at him, and he smirked back effortlessly.

“Nobody important.” You bit out, making sure you stared him down just as strongly as he was you.

“No?” Tyler chipped back in, tilting his head to the side as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

Skye and Willow both picked up on the tensions arising between the two of you, feeling the atmosphere shift around them.

“Nope. Just some meaningless fuck I don’t care to talk about.” Then you glanced over at the girls next to you. “It wasn’t even good.”

But that’s when tyler took a step forward and Willow and Skye both took two steps back, their eyes wide and nothing but shocked when Tyler’s fingers squeezed your cheeks and his lips lingered against your own.

“Remember what I told you? Right before I made you come all over me?” He reminds you of something you surely hadn’t forgotten, but all that was going through your mind was the way you wanted him filling you back up all over again.

Willows mouth dropped open and Skye’s eyes were as wide as the moon as they stood there, unable to speak.

“I’m not letting anyone else take credit for the way I ruined you that night, so tell them the truth, or I’ll have no choice but to prove you’re nothing but a pretty little liar.”

You held your eyes on his, your heart hammering ninety beats a minute as his lips barely grazed over yours, and when you finally were able to pull your eyes away, all you saw was willow and Skye taking more steps back with looks of confusion, shock and most of all, complete disbelief painted on their faces.

“You two hate each other?!” Skye eventually spat, staring dead at you, wondering how long they’ve been in the dark about this.

“That’s what she wanted you to think, but maybe you don’t know your best friend the way you think you do.” He smirked, keeping his eyes on you as he slid his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I-I don’t- I’m so-“ Willow stammered.

“Yeah, anyway, we have some unfinished business to take care of, so I’d get out of here if I were you.” He glances over to watch as they both give you a dumbfounded look before slowly backing down the hall.

Once they’re gone, he has your full attention again.

“I didn’t want them knowing. I didn’t want anybody to know.” You spat, taking a step back.

“I told you already, nobody else is getting my credit. Should’ve hid those hickeys with more makeup if you really wanted to hide it that bad.” He shrugged. “But I think we both know that you’re lying again. You would’ve ended up telling your little friends everything. You’ve probably been dying to.”

He was right, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. You attempted to shoot him that infamous glare you’d perfected just for him but he was completely unfazed by it at this point that all it did was make him chuckle.

“Since your little secret is out, I guess I can leave as many marks on your neck as I want to now.” He steps closer, his hands easily finding your hips as he pulls you against him.

You had to take a second to recollect your thoughts but once you did, you managed to say, “I have a match in half an hour, I can’t do this right now.”

But you felt his lips lingering against your neck the second those words slipped out and just like before, your eyes rolled back and nothing but breathy sighs came out of your mouth as you involuntarily melted into him, like pure, delicate putty in his dangerous hands.

“That’s gonna be a tough match for you” he mutters against you. “Don’t know how you’re gonna perform when you can’t even walk straight”

You clenched around absolutely nothing as his words sent shivers down your whole body. An affect you wished wasn’t so strong but unfortunately for you, it was.

You threw all caution to the wind and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, immediately giving in to him as soon as his lips latched to yours. It was filled with desperation from you both, and it was something that completely snatched the all the oxygen right out of your lungs.

He’d be lying if he said he had any control over this. All he could think about from that moment you left the shower room to now, was exactly what he plans to do next.

The locker rooms were right across the hall and that’s exactly where he pulled you to the second you detached. Despite the fact that anybody could come in at any second, all he could think about was getting between your thighs and letting your sweetness embed in his tongue all over again.

He was surprised at how easily you let him take all the control. You didn’t even attempt to make a smart remark and in a way, it was refreshing, but he also kind of missed that bantering the two of you always did.

He guided you over to the bench and slid your shorts down to your ankles before you fully sat down. Then, he was on his knees once again, eager for the sweet taste of you.

This time, he wasted no time warming up. He was impatient and he didn’t care that he was showing it. His lips locked around your clit and he started suckling pulsations against the sensitive bud, his tongue flicking aggressively over it as he watched your head hit the lockers and heard those beautiful sounds slip past your lips.

His fingers slid inside of you, finding that familiar spot that he knew made your head spin. He knew he had limited time to do this and he was wasting none of it as he used one hand to keep your thigh pinned against the bench, and the other one pumping your g-spot harshly.

“Fuck- fuck tyler that feels so good, you can’t stop” you cry out, making no effort to keep your tone minimized. He smirked against you before his lips cupped around your clit again, tilting his head to the side as he kept lapping his tongue.

“Thought you said I wasn’t good?” He teased, muttering hot breaths against your slick core. “Sounds like it feels pretty fucking good to me. Sounded like it felt good last week, too.”

His fingers pounding against your sweet spot kept you from being able to banter back, which was exactly why he slowed those pumps down to almost nothing and waited for your eyes to lock with his.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He brought that condescending edge back to his raspy voice. “You want more? Even though you said it wasn’t even good? Is that why you’re clenching my fingers this tight?”

You bucked your hips in a silent plea but it wasn’t enough for him.

“Nah, that’s not gonna work this time, angel. Need to hear you admit it. Own up to something for the first time in your life, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

You rolled your eyes and laid your head back against the lockers. You felt frustration overpowering you but especially when his fingers slowly, painfully slowly curled against your sweet spot.

“You could be coming all over my fingers right now if you weren’t so stubborn” he chuckles darkly, “all you have to do is say the word, baby, and I’ll have you seeing the stars all over again.”

He gave two more slow pumps before you couldn’t take it anymore. You nearly groaned as you arched your hips, desperate for more and breathed out, “fuck tyler, it feels so fucking good, I need more, just stop fucking teasing me, please!”

He smirked, then thrusted those fingers with a quickness that pulled an abundance of whines and moans out of you. He watched your thighs tremble and felt your walls clamping down so tight it was hard for those fingers to even move.

That’s when he rose up, his lips coming to linger over yours as he continued pumping against your g-spot. “Taste yourself.” He muttered, and as you parted your lips, his freehand snaked around your throat, gently squeezing as his tongue slipped over yours.

You felt your blood rushing to your head and that familiar dizziness that you didn’t even realize you missed so much. The taste of yourself mixed with mint lingered on your tongue and it only took three more curls of those long, slender fingers before he felt your walls pulsate and that warmth coated his whole hand.

He smirked against your lips, then pulled those fingers out as much as he wanted to toy with you a little, because he knew time was running out.

He pulled his shorts down halfway and his cock sprung free. Your eyes slightly widened when you saw it again. You somewhat forgot how big he actually was until it was proudly displayed, and you licked your lips without realizing it.

“You really do deserve this dick shoved down your throat, but there’s another place I want to put it right now.” He whispered heavily as he pulls back and picks you up, sitting himself down on the bench with you straddling him.

Your hands instinctively found his shoulders as he held his shaft, positioning himself right where he’d been dying to be before he used his other hand to hold your hip, lowering you down until you felt him in the pit of your stomach.

That familiar sting upon first contact made you moan out, but it was overpowered by his breathy sigh the second he felt your walls squeezing him with that same, hard grip that he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the last time.

He angled his hips to see just how deep he could push himself in and watched as your eyes instantly rolled back, teeth biting hard on your lower lip, so hard you’d probably draw blood in a second.

He watched you carefully as he angled his hips, slowly thrusting deeper. His brows knitted together as soon as you started meeting his thrusts halfway, and the slow, fluid motions quickly turned into harsh snaps of his hips as soon as your head fell against his shoulder.

“You’re unbelievably tight right now” he groans out, wrapping his arms tightly around your back. “Squeezing the fucking life out of me, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered at the use of the pet name that had been running through your mind for a week now. The simplest of names that made your whole body tingle.

His hips thrusted upwards and you did your best to keep up with the pace, but he was merciless. He wasn’t planning on slowing down and all you could do was hold onto him and let him take you on this wild ride, just how he wanted.

His lips latched to your neck, finding that spot below your ear that shot a blaze through your whole body. He felt your nails raking his shoulders as his teeth grazed your skin. The sounds of skin harshly slapping and wet suctions was likely filling the hallway right outside but he didn’t give a fuck about it.

He pulled back to admire the fresh mark on your neck, his hot breaths puffing against the slick skin. “Gonna be hard to hide that” he smirked, letting his lips linger against your shoulder. “Know what else would be hard for you to hide, baby?” He slides down slightly and squares his feet for leverage. “Me putting my baby in you”

He felt your nails dig deeper into his skin, knowing you wanted to banter back but you were way too fucked out to do it. “How would you cover that one with one of your little lies? Stuck with me forever, cause you just can’t seem to leave me alone for some reason.”

He thrusted harder, reveling in the way you were trying with all your might to keep your voice down. “Feels like that’s exactly what you want, baby. Feels like you’re tryna drain me right now. I always knew it. Always knew you were just dying for me to fuck you senseless.”

You pulled back, dropping your head against his. His eyes stayed intently staring into yours, loving the way you just couldn’t seem to collect yourself in the slightest.

“No control over yourself now, huh? That smart ass mouth just doesn’t have anything to say when I’m shoving my cock up your tight little pussy. You just sit there and take it, cause that’s exactly what you’ve always wanted.”

You tipped your head back and screwed your eyes shut. You felt his lips brush against your collarbone as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, his teeth grazing your skin as he fucked into you with a force so strong you were unable to process anything except exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck tyler” you moan out, grabbing a fistful of his hair in your hand, earning a groan to reverberate through his throat. “you don’t even know how good you feel right now!”

“Oh I know, baby” he smirks, “i can feel it”

You dropped your head back down, lips parted and puffy before he crashed his into them, before pulling back slowly.

“Harder, please” you whimpered.

With that, he angled his hips more and thrusted even deeper, knocking his tip against your cervix with each push in, and it was only moments before your whole entire body was quaking, fingers trembling and thighs shaking as you arched your back and let that high power through you.

“Fuck you’re so hot when your coming on my dick, baby. So fucking gorgeous letting me fuck you senseless. Taking me like a good girl, no tears this time” he groans, rocking you through the high as his own quickly creeps up on him.

You collapse against him and he just holds you tighter, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you a little slower, knowing how overly sensitive you probably were, but fast enough to still keep you a moaning, whimpering mess for him.

“So good for me, every fucking time. Coming on my cock like you’re supposed to, letting me fill that tight little pussy while you take every last drop. Can’t wait til my come is dripping down your thighs in the ring. Hope the cameras don’t catch that, or else your little secret is gonna be out for the world to know, not just your little friends.”

You moaned against his shoulder when you felt his cock twitch, before that familiar warmth engulfed you. His arms tightened, his hips stuttered and hot, heavy breaths were puffed out against your neck before he pushed himself all the way in, and gave two extra thrusts for good measure.

Once he slid out; you realized you were fucked. You attempted to stand but he had you by the arm to steady you the second he saw you wobble on your feet.

You glared at him, but ended up smirking instead.

“Your match is in, like, ten minutes” he tells you as he pulls up his shorts. “I’ll be watching you struggle from the viewing room. Can’t wait to see how you try to hide the fact that you just got throughly fucked backstage.”

You pulled your shorts up and shot him another look, attempting to fix your hair but you could feel the tangles and knots all throughout it.

“I would go find some make up for that neck, too, unless you just want to let the world know I’m fucking the shit out of you, in which case, I’m not really opposed to that.” He shrugs with that sly smile plastered to his lips.

“I bet you would love that.” You bite back, doing what you can manage to make yourself decent.

“I would really love it, actually.” He grins, and that’s when you shake your head as you back up towards the door.

“Never gonna happen. I need to go figure out how to hide this shit on my neck, again.”

He sits back down in the same spot on the bench he was just fucking you, and can’t help but feel prideful once again at that remark.

“There’s no point, yn. We both know I’ll just give you more next time.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped out the room, but didn’t realize it would’ve been smarter if he stepped out first to make sure nobody was around and caught you leaving the men’s locker room with fresh hickeys all over your neck.

Unfortunately your brain was a little scrambled but it was fully aligned once again when you came face to face with your ex, Daniel.

“Uh, hi” you awkwardly greeted him, stepping away from the door as if you didn’t just walk right out of the room itself.

He eyed you, then the door behind you. “Why are you coming out of the men’s locker room?” He asked, and that’s when his eyes lingered down to the fresh marks on your neck you weren’t smart enough to hide sooner. “Yn, are those hickeys?”

You could see the flash of pain strike his eyes and looked down at your feet to avoid it.

“What the fuck?!” He spat, a little louder than you wished he’d be. “You’re just going around fucking people now?! That fast?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Who the fuck are you with?!”

He tried to step around you but you moved to the side to stop him. “It’s none of your business Daniel, we’ve been done for a while now.” You tried to be gentle about it but he was evidently hurt and, probably really angry.

“A month, yn. A month isn’t that long. You’re already spreading your legs and all I’ve done is try to get you back!”

“I am not just going around spreading my legs!” You snapped, “and I don’t want to get back with you! I told you that! I-“

Right before you could finish that sentence, you heard the door creek open behind you, and you couldn’t help but to screw your eyes shut.

“Wait” Daniel pieces it all together when he sees Tyler standing behind you, his hair a wild mess, more than the usual. “This guy?! Are you fucking serious?! You told me you couldn’t stand him!”

“She lied.” Tyler piped up, stepping closer until you felt his body heat lingering against your back. “Get over it.”

Daniels eyes darkened, Tyler’s eyes narrowed, and you felt the sliceable tensions escalating.

Daniels eyes adverted back down to you, pure disbelief scattered throughout. “Everyone was right about you.” He scoffs coldly. “You’re nothing but a fucking whore.”

As soon as he said that, you felt Tyler brush right past you, moving you out the way before the sound of knuckles to a bone filled your ears and Daniel was sliding down the wall.

“Tyler! What the fuck!” You shout, grabbing him by the arm to pull him back.

He spun around with flames in his dark eyes, his cheeks red and splotchy. “Don’t let that stupid motherfucker talk to you like that!” He spat, his teeth gritting afterwards.

“You can’t just punch him in the face like that!” You shout back, watching as he glances over at Daniel, and the smears of blood over his busted lip. Tyler avoided you, turning to face him instead.

“Count your blessings shes here, or you’d be chewing on your teeth right now.” He pointed down at the injured man before he eyed you over, and headed down the hall. You didn’t have the time to make sure Daniel was okay nor did you now have the chance to stop by hair and makeup to cover those worsening marks on your neck, so you really wanted to scream at Tyler for that but, no time for that either.

You did your best to make yourself presentable as you raced to the gorilla. Tyler had just gotten himself comfortable in the viewing room when your music hit. He watched with a smirk as you walked out, hair an absolute mess and those hickeys so prominent against your skin.

You tried to keep your hair over your shoulders to cover them but it was absolutely no use once you stepped in the ring. The only good thing about that match was the fact that you were gonna win, and you wished you could see Tyler’s face when you do, but that was the last thing you should’ve been thinking about.

He kept his fist over his mouth to hide the smirk since there were a few others in the room with him. But he couldn’t help it. He absolutely loved the fact that you’d just gotten fucked by him and had to drag yourself out to the ring immediately after. Rocking Daniels shit was the cherry on top of the worlds tastiest cake to him, even though he was sure he’d be hearing about it later.

You felt an ache on your inner thigh when your opponent kicked you. You knew exactly why you were so sore but again, you weren’t supposed to be thinking about that. You didn’t have time to shower, obviously, so you still felt Tyler dripping out of you, and all it was doing was making you want to call this whole match off and go find him immediately.

In other words, you were fucked. Figuratively and literally.

As soon as you got the three count and secured your first win in a while, Tyler got up from the couch and headed right out the door. You took a little bit of time flaunting around the ring but not as long as you usually would have. You wanted to get off the camera as soon as you could.

You sped up the ramp and through the tunnel, rounding the corner to find Tyler leaning against the wall with a bit of a softer smile on his face.

“Congrats, it’s about time you beat someone’s ass.” He pushed himself off the wall and you shot him a daring glare as you kept walking. “How was that match? Looked like you were struggling a little bit.” He chuckled, and you felt that wetness seeping into the fabric of your panties once again. Just his voice, for some strange reason, did unspeakable things to you.

But you managed to force past that as you kept heading down the hall, aiming to go straight to the showers, alone this time.

“You know you really hurt Daniel?” You snapped when you came up to the doors. Tyler’s brows knitted together and a look of sudden annoyance played on his face like you hadn’t seen before. “And I think you should apologize.”

He sarcastically laughed at that, shaking his head. “That’s never gonna happen, yn. He disrespected you, remember? Why are you even defending him right now? He called you a whore.”

“He was hurt cause he still loves me, and I don’t blame him for that.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched his eyes narrow.

“So that makes it okay that he disrespected you like that? Just because the dude is still in love with you? Nah, I don’t play that shit. He’s lucky I didn’t break his neck, honestly. He should be thanking you for that.”

You stared back into his fired up eyes, unable to speak when he took a step closer, like always. That affect he had on you was probably eternal at this point. In this lifetime and the next, you’d most likely always be putty in his hands.

“Are you still in love with him or something?” He asked, sliding his tongue over his plump lips as he eyed you with skepticism evident.

“No.” You honestly admitted, holding his stare.

“Then why are you so upset with me? I defended you, cause you clearly weren’t gonna do it yourself.”

You clamped your mouth shut when you realized that he wasn’t lying. He did defend your honor but you didn’t expect it.

He watched your face soften. Those piercing eyes rounded out and your hands fell to your sides as you stared up at him.

“Exactly.” He eyed you over when you said nothing more. You sighed and looked over at the door, remembering the shower you desperately needed. Tyler took a step back, as if he could read you mind. He turned the knob and pushed the door opened for you, but he didn’t step in after.

Part of you wanted him to but, even though he fucked you senseless less than two hours prior, you were too hesitant to ask. He nodded before he closed the door behind him, leaving you standing there with a million thoughts rushing through your head.

You took a glance at yourself in the mirror and noticed just how dark those patches had gotten on your neck. Your finger roamed over them and you winced at the sting, but it was nothing but a reminder of those moments with him.

You couldn’t even shower without having the images of the two of you attack your mind. It’s all you were thinking about since the first time he touched you and you couldn’t even fight it.

You stood there as the water cascaded down over your sore body, thinking solely about his hands gripping your hips. Flashing back to the moment like it happened just a few minutes ago, and you can’t help but remember all the sweet nothings he whispered when he was trying to get that high to sky lengths.

All the times he called you baby, for some reason just won’t stop replaying in your mind and the weird sensations that it brings just keep getting stronger the harder you try to fight against it.

You knew it from the very first time you felt something ignite for him and only him. If he ever got his hands on you, you’d be addicted, and like addiction tends to creep up on people, snatching them when they least expect it, so did he to you.

You’ve never craved another man’s touch quite like this. There was no justification for it. You just simply wanted him every time you remembered his lips on yours. It was nearly impossible to fight, which is why you ended up in the locker rooms earlier but, at what cost? The man you spent so much time trying to hate is quickly becoming your greatest weakness.

You sighed as you stepped out the shower and wrapped the towel around you, tucking it tight so it stayed clasped. The locker room was just one over so you weren’t worried about it anyway, that was until you stepped out and heard Tyler’s voice a little ways down the hall.

Turning around, you spotted him leaned up against the wall talking to some girl you didn’t even recognize. His eyes found yours but only for a second before he gave her his attention again, a wide and toothy grin on his face.

You suddenly felt rage like you hadn’t before boiling over and did your best not to show it, but when you watched her fingers trace the cross on his neck, you had to get away immediately.

You closed the door behind you and threw your clothes down on the bench. You had a million and one thoughts running through your mind and they all consisted of him. He saw you watching him and didn’t make an effort to even try to hide that cocky ass grin on his face.

You made quick work at throwing some sweats and a t-shirt on but as soon as you stepped back out in the hallway, they were both gone. The first thing you thought was him taking her to the shower room, or the locker room or wherever else he thought about.

It was enough to make your whole entire body buzz with anger and the best thing you could do was get out of that arena before you made an absolute fool of yourself.

And as much as you knew you had no solid ground to stand on, because you and Tyler were absolutely nothing but two people who randomly fucked a time or two, you still found yourself unable to control the questions that kept buzzing around your brain that he absolutely needed to be asked so, at midnight, after your intrusive thoughts got the best of you, you knocked on his hotel door.

He opened it with hair wildly disheveled, no shirt and sweatpants sitting dangerously low on his hips. He looked a little taken back to see you standing there but he knew exactly why you had those rosy red cheeks and fiery eyes to match.

“Am I interrupting anything?” You quipped, and watched as he shook his head and opened his door wider. To you, he looked like he just got hands ran all through his hair and that thought alone was making your stomach coil.

You slowly stepped in and eyed him before you glanced around his room, looking for the signs that someone else was in here but, no woman’s clothes or pieces of jewelry were anywhere to be found.

You heard the door softly shut and turned to face him, arms crossed tightly over your chest as he walked over to you, holding that smirk you wished you really had enough hatred to slap right off of his face.

“What’s got you all fired up?” He asks, knowing good and well what it was but he really just wanted to hear you say it. Then maybe he would admit that he had that all planned out the entire time.

“I’m not.” You blurt, glaring at him. “I just wanted to-“

“Wanted to what? See if I was fucking her?” He stepped closer, tilting his head like he always does when he tries to read right through you, which was becoming way easier now that you finally let your guard down.

“Who was she?” You retaliate, watching his lips tip upwards once more.

“A friend.” He chuckles before he brushes past you, making his way back over to his bed.

“A friend?” You repeated. “Didn’t look like she was a friend.”

“Well, she is.” He shrugged as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “No reason for you to be jealous.” He smirked.

“I’m not jealous.” You rapidly spat back. “But you just fucked me not even two hours before you were basically eye fucking her!”

He shook his head as he ran his hand through his hair. “You sound pretty fucking jealous to me.”

You felt your cheeks burning when he looked back up at you with those amused eyes. He loved everything about this back and forth shit and you knew it, but you just couldn’t fight against it. Secretly, you loved it too. You just hoped he couldn’t tell.

“Don’t you know by now that if you want to fuck me, all you really have to do is say that?” He chuckles lowly, holding his hands out on each side, which felt like an invitation you were dying to accept but, you stayed with feet practically nailed to the floor.

“Haven’t I shown you I’m a pretty willing participant?” He smirked. Having way too much fun with your anger at the moment.

“Willing participant?” You repeated those words. “More like the one who begs for it.”

That’s when you watched the corner of his mouth slide up with a gleam in his dark eyes you recognized all too well.

“No baby, you’re the one who begs. Remember?” He stands up, but you’re so caught off guard by the use of the pet name he only ever called you in the act. Before you realize anything else, he’s standing right in front of you with not even a centimeter of space between.

“Or do you need a reminder?” His hot breath fans over your lips before you feel his fingers hooking under the waistband of your sweatpants, and just like before, you’re fucked all over again.

His lips land on yours and you feel him pulling you towards the bed, but you’re so lost in the moment you don’t even realize it until your back lands on the mattress and your legs involuntarily spread wide, allowing space for him between.

Your fingers tangle up in his hair as his tongue rhythmically dances over yours and in the midst of it all you can feel his hardening bulge beneath the thin fabric of his sweats pressing hard against your inner thigh.

Once again you were in full desperation, suddenly so needy as you whimpered against his lips and he loved it. He leaned back on his knees and took a second to admire his view of you, laying underneath him with pretty puffy lips and purple marks all over your neck. He could’ve taken a picture and put it on a billboard proudly.

He slid your sweats down to your ankles and slung them across the floor before he made his way back up your body, needy and desperate himself but he was doing a good job at hiding it.

He slid some hair out your face and made sure you were looking dead in his eyes when he whispered, “If we do this again, you’re mine. No more games. I’m done playing. You win.”

You were suddenly taken back at the words that seemed more like a verbal commitment but you couldn’t even take the time to think about them when his lips latched to yours once again, but so much slower this time. So much more passion emitted that it was rather undeniable.

Your head was nearly spinning when he pulled back and waited for your eyes to flutter open.

“All mine.” He breathlessly muttered, rubbing his thumb over your lip. “This.” He said, before he roamed that hand down to your aching core, just barely grazing your clit with the pad of his fingertip. “This.” He added, then he brought that hand right back up, snaking it around your neck, making your eyes roll back instantly. “This, too. You’re all mine.”

Even if you thought about objecting, you wouldn’t have been able to. You felt him applying that slight pressure and it had your cheeks flaming immensely. His lips collided with yours once again as strained moans got lost somewhere within his mouth, before he let go of your neck and grabbed himself instead, gliding his tip over your drenched cunt before he pushed in without a single warning.

“Oh my God” you gasped out, your head lifting from the pillows. Eyes caught his as he pushed himself all the way in and held himself there, allowing you a minute to adjust like he typically did before he slowly pulled back out of you halfway, and pushed in once more.

Your head fell back against the pillows again and his fell to your shoulder, low grunts and heavy sighs being muffled by your skin as he rocked into you, but not nearly as rough and rigid as the times before. His thrusts were smooth and languid, easy for you to meet them halfway as you arched your hips off the mattress, just to feel him hit as deep as he could possibly go.

“Feel so fucking incredible baby, every single time my dick gets buried in you, I swear it just keeps getting better and better.” He heavily whispered against you before he picked his head back up, resting his forehead to yours.

That gold cross bounced off of your lips with each deep push and pull of his hips, and when he leaned up on his elbows, you hooked your finger through the chain to pull him back down to your lips again.

He hummed against you, his mouth opening slightly when he felt you clenching around him.

“Fuck you’re killing me, baby. You know that? Gonna be the fucking death of me.”

You let a high moan rip through your lips when he sped up, pulling back and crashing into you with a strength that had you clawing scars all down his back. You felt his muscles flex beneath your fingertips and a low groan fly into the air when he felt those nails breaking skin.

“You like that, don’t you baby? You like when I’m rough with you. You want to be fucked like a little slut? Well, I got you.”

You were flipped over within a split second, your face pressed against the pillows as he lifted your hips and slammed into you again. Your high pitched moans were muffled by the pillow, but he wanted to hear them better.

“Nah, pick your head up and let me hear how good it feels.” His hand tangled up in your disheveled locks as he snatches your head back, fucking into you so hard you couldn’t keep from letting his name bounce off the walls.

“That’s right baby, fuck these people. Make them hear you scream my name all fucking night long.”

He was no good for you at that point. All the coaxing only made you louder. You couldn’t help it even if you tried, but you gave up that fight when he repeatedly pounded your sweet spot, making your sweet juices drip down onto the bedsheets.

“Such a good girl, always so wet and tight and ready for me to fuck you.” He groaned above you, before he folded over your body and let go of your hips. You couldn’t help but to collapse against the bed and didn’t mind it. His hand snaked beneath your stomach and made its way down to your clit, feeling your walls bear down the second he started rubbing circles over it.

“Don’t- don’t stop” was all you could manage through the broken moans and whimpers. He obliged to your plea, continuing to rock into you while his finger rubbed rotations against your clit, but his other hand found it’s way back up to your neck, wrapping around it as he turned your head to face him.

“Look me in the eyes when you come on my dick, understand me?” He demanded, and all you could do was nod as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. He noticed, but this time, he didn’t say anything. His lips locked with yours and his teeth sank down into your bottom lip, pulling it back before he let it go.

You felt his finger speed up, along with those thrusts and the quick arising warmth swirling through your lower stomach each time he hit that one spot only he was ever able to. He felt you clench down, felt your body stiffen beneath him and he didn’t miss a beat.

“So fucking gorgeous” he muttered under his breath as his hips kept rocking against you. He buried himself deep, making sure you felt him filling you all the way, and judging by the sounds flying through your mouth, he succeeded at that.

“Like it deep, don’t you?” He mused before he pushed himself even deeper, earning a stinging sensation at first, before it quickly morphed into something extraordinary.

You were too fucked out, as usual and he could tell. He applied a little pressure to the sides of your neck all the while his fingers spun rapid circles over your clit and it was then that he felt your entire body quake, your walls once again sucking him right back in and holding him there with a vice grip that made his elbows tremble against the mattress.

“Look at me” he demanded, even though your eyes were fluttering, you managed. His lips were parted and puffier than usual, hair stuck to his skin and wildly spread across his forehead. He only gave you a second to glance before he couldn’t help himself and had to taste you again.

His lips collided with yours as that high powered through you, taking you and throwing your limp body into a complete bottomless pit of euphoria. The low moans that got lost from his mouth to yours were making your head spin wildly out of control but his tongue lingering around yours was somehow keeping you locked in the moment, hypersensitive to every little move he made.

You felt a rush of warmth spill out of you just as he pulled his hips back. There were drenched spots underneath you on the sheets and when he leaned back up on his knees he looked down, pretty proudly at that.

You felt his finger collecting some of the salty liquids, yours mixed with his and spread it all along your folds with a smirk plastered on his face, especially when your body jerked from the featherlight touch.

“Don’t think I’ve seen that from you before.” He said as he wraps his hands underneath your thighs and turns you over.

“What?” You asked, glancing down between your legs to see the massive wet spot taking up almost half of that side of the bed.

You glanced back at him and that proud look on his face and couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at that arrogance you were sure was permanently a part of him.

He made his way back up, placing a kiss to your forehead tenderly, which caught you off guard but you didn’t object to it.

“From now on, I’m gonna be aiming to make you come that hard.” He whispers before he rolls onto his side and turns you to face him. You felt his arm lazily drape over your hip and his fingers absentmindedly traced little circles on your lower back.

“That’s if this ever happens again” your smart mouth was brought right back and he could’ve expected that much, but again, it just doesn’t phase him. He leaned in and placed another gentle kiss to your lips, basically telling you to stop talking in the nicest way possible before he pulled you into his chest.

When you let your arm wrap around him, he let an easy smile spread across his lips, but you were tracing the new tattoo on his chest, so you didn’t see it.

“If I wake up alone in the morning, I’m coming to fuck you all over again, so you might as well stay the night with me.” He barely muttered as his face melted into the pillow.

“Is that your way of saying you want morning sex, too?” You teased, but felt those strong arms tightening around you.

“That’s my way of saying I want morning sex every morning when I wake up next to you from now on.”

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Because I’m an ass another what if ask for your Kris-mas:

In More than This - Steve deserves the world. That’s a fact. And I will not be taking questions. So my what if:

What if readers mom and Steve’s dad didn’t get together until they were adults?

If you don’t already know where I’m going with this…what if Linda was actually onto something about Steve and readers relationship (again they did not grow up together, etc.)

😘

Ok, first off, I'm answering your 2nd ask before your first and just ruining all continuity. 😂 I just love this question so much and couldn't wait to get it posted!

So, I thought very long and hard about this and I knew I wanted to rewrite a scene from More Than This with this alternate alternate universe in mind. I considered doing their Ch 2 conversation together right before the wedding with Linda as a kind of looming specter, but Steve let me know that in these circumstances, he would have taken control long before then. So instead, here is a rewrite of their first scene in Ch 1. This happens right after Joseph makes her sign the contract. I hope you like it!

This is also about 1.2k and really pushes the limits of the definition of a drabble.

Tell Me One Thing

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Warnings: Explicit language, angst, hopeful ending

You let yourself into Steve’s apartment, using the key he’d given you on the day he’d moved in. He wasn’t in his front room, so you moved all the way to the back, to the spare room he used as an art studio. As you entered, you lightly knocked on the doorframe, trying not to startle him. He was standing with his hands on his hips, staring at a half-finished painting, but looked over his shoulder as soon as he heard you. There was a warm, loving smile on his face, but it dropped as soon as he took in your expression. “What happened?” he asked as you stepped into his arms.

“I think we might be really fucked, Steve,” you muttered into his chest. You knew you shouldn’t be taking comfort in his body right now; you should be starting the process of pulling away, putting distance between the two of you, but you just couldn’t. He was all you had and you didn’t know how you’d survive losing him.

He took your face in both hands and made you look at him. “Tell me what happened,” he demanded seriously, as his eyes searched your face. You were freaking him out.

You sighed. “Your dad–” you blinked away tears as Steve’s face darkened. Another sigh. “I’m engaged.”

He dropped his hands and stepped back, looking at you carefully. “You’ve been engaged before,” he said, his voice purposely measured, trying not to show he was upset. “Nothing ever comes of it.”

“I think this one is real, Steve.”

“What makes you think that?” his voice was harsh, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. Never at you.

“They set a date.” His eyes widened and he pursed his lips. You took a deep breath and continued, “A month from now.”

“A month from now?” he almost shouted, and your resolve finally crumbled, unable to hold back the tears anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head while you tried to wipe the tears away. “I can’t– I–”

You were in his arms before you realized what had happened. “Hey, hey,” he soothed. “You’re okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“How?” you asked. “How is it going to be ok? I’m getting married, Steve!”

He gently sat you on the couch and then pulled a chair from the corner to sit across from you, close enough that your knees touched. “I’ll talk to my dad. Buy us some time at least.”

You shook your head, remembering the most damning detail. “It won’t work. Everything’s already signed.” You squeezed your eyes shut. “I signed. They made me sign, Steve. I’m so sorry!”

You felt him grab your hand and you reluctantly opened your eyes, afraid of what you’d find on his face. But when you made yourself look at him, all that was there was concern for you. How had you been so lucky as to find this man? Four years ago when your mother had finally been desperate enough to accept another arrangement, you’d only expected more of the same. Just another old man with a say as to what your future would look like. Joseph was exactly who you’d thought he’d be. But Steve, you never could have dreamed up Steve. Kind, attentive, generous, and so beautiful. The two of you quickly became very good friends, and then, after a drunken night out, something else. As you found yourself repeatedly falling into his bed, you knew you should stop. You both did. But you couldn’t. How were you supposed to resist him? He was your one good thing. So you kept it between the two of you, knowing your family would never stand for it. And before you knew it, you’d fallen in love with him. You’d kept that a secret too.

His voice brought you back to the present, his thumb gently moving over the back of your hand. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What are we going to do, Steve?” you whispered. “I don’t think I can lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me,” he said, in his most serious voice. “Not ever. No matter what.” Neither of you said anything for the next several moments, Steve seemingly lost in thought, while you just tried to remember how to breathe. Then, finally, he spoke again. “Maybe nothing really has to change. We’ve kept this a secret for so long. We can just keep doing that.”

You took a deep breath, still not ready to confront the worst part of this. “He lives in Boston,” you said quietly. “I’ll be moving to Boston.”

Steve’s face fell, his hold on your hands getting tighter. “Who.” he said, without any inflection.

“Ransom Drysdale.”

Steve stood up so fast that the chair tumbled over behind him. “No,” he growled. “Absolutely not!”

“Steve,” you sighed, suddenly so tired, looking up at him from the couch.

He didn’t say anything, just stood there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head, his jaw ticking, staring into the corner.

You sank into the silence, holding your head in your hands. You couldn’t believe how quickly everything had fallen apart. You should have been more prepared. Of course, this day would come.

Finally, after you didn’t even know how long, Steve spoke again, still staring into the corner. “We could just go.”

Your head shot up. “What?”

He turned his attention back to you. “We could go. Tonight. Why not?”

“A thousand reasons why not!” You were suddenly shouting. What was he thinking? Where had this come from? You couldn’t keep up. “I– What? Where would we even go?!”

He shrugged. “Somewhere. Anywhere. I have a little money put away, don’t you? Anywhere we want.”

You wanted to shake him. “Steve, that’s not–” You shook your head. “That isn’t a plan!”

“You want a plan?” he asked.

You stood up, throwing your hands in the air. “Yes! At minimum!”

“Ok,” he nodded and then grinned at you. “Come back in an hour and I’ll have a plan.”

“Steve,” you breathed, helplessly.

He stepped back into your space, taking your face in his hands. “I love you. More than anything. Do you love me?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for just a moment then looked back at him. “Yes. You know I do.”

He nodded as a genuine smile lit up his entire face. He was so beautiful. “I think, I’ve always known we might have to do this. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it’s always been there. I’m not losing you. Especially not to Ransom Drysdale,” he growled the name. “Go home, get Lola. Maybe an overnight bag. Then come back here and I’ll have a plan for you.”

You searched his face, for what you didn’t entirely know. He was confident, resolute. Sure. Despite yourself, you nodded. “Ok.”

You started to pull away but his hands on your face wouldn’t let you. You looked at him in question and he shook his head. “I can’t believe you’ve been in my home all this time, and I haven’t kissed you yet. What’s wrong with me?” He leaned in and kissed you, gently at first, but as soon as you started kissing him back, he made it more passionate, filthier. It felt like he poured everything he wanted you to know into it. How much he loved you. How sure he was of a future together. This, of all things, had you believing, too, that maybe it was possible.

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Saviour Complex (II)

Yandere! Tangerine X Reader

Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3

Synopsis: One night, you're pushed straight into an incoming train, causing everything to go black. When your eyes open up once more, you find yourself in a completely different country and face-to-face with your favourite character whose demise was right around the corner. Too attached to the man, you find yourself hatching a plan to save him - unaware of the consequences.

Word Count: 7,232

Act 2 - A Quest to Die For

The Hornet was yet another assassin that boarded the train. She was able to infiltrate by dressing up in a large costume of Momonga, a popular Japanese cartoon character in the movie - it even had a whole carriage dedicated to it on this bullet train; a carriage which indirectly caused the death of the White Death's son by basically giving The Hornet a free pass onto the train. But, what can ya do?

Speaking of The Hornet killing the White Death's son, this was the exact scene where that occurred. Now, in the original scene, the seat you were in was empty - making it so that there was no possible way for any witnesses to chance upon the poison being stabbed into the Russian's neck - thus, nobody else had to die.

Now though, you were on the other side of the carriage, sat at the seats which were supposed to be vacant - making it so that you would most likely witness the murder and - knowing The Hornet - she would get rid of you too.

You had absolutely no chance against poison made to make your blood congeal, clogging your veins until you bled out from your eye sockets and every other hole in your body. Crimson substance gushing out of your mouth as you desperately tried to choke out your last words, regret for-

-nevermind. You had other fish to fry right now; the biggest fish at the moment being The Hornet.

You could always escape this carriage but that would make you look supremely suspicious to both Tangerine and Lemon.

Picture this, a girl you just met on this very train ride was sat near the person you were meant to protect for this very train ride. You then go off with your brother, leaving both of them alone for a few moments. Once you come back, the person you wanted to protect was bleeding out of his eye sockets and the girl you just met was now gone.

Yeah... not a very good look, huh?

But... you digressed.

Now... how were you going to get yourself out of this one?

Leaving was a definite no-go. Staying was also risky but at least that way, you wouldn't lose Tangerine's trust if you played your cards right.

You just had to figure out a way to keep The Hornet from killing you too.

A puff of air left your mouth. This was very different to all those times in the past where you had to get yourself out of a very tricky situation. Back then, it was as quick as 'bang!' and the problem was gone. Maybe you should-

-no, no you shouldn't.

How could you even think of doing such a thing?

You swore to yourself- you swore never to do it again.

Bang, a noise reverberated in your head.

The first time you heard it caused a loud ringing to echo not long after, drowning out the rest of the world and zooming straight into the liquid splattered against your face; the liquid that stained your hands.

You couldn't bare to look at yourself in the mirror the next week, too haunted by the vision of the red that covered your hands and face. Every time you caught a glimpse of yourself, it was there, poignant and prevalent as ever.

Bang.

The second time you heard it wasn't as bad as the first - there was still a ringing, but it wasn't so loud; so quick to drown out the world around you. No - instead, it was just there in the background - persistent but not as provoking.

You still couldn't fathom looking at yourself in the mirror but at least the constant view of red splattered across your form had died down, slowly ebbing away from the confines of your mind.

Bang.

The third time was the most terrifying. Not because the ringing came back, or your hands that went from being slightly stained with blood to completely soaking in it - no.

It was because you were so unbothered by it; as though you were getting used to the feeling; as though you were just accepting it as it was... as though you were learning to live with it.

The thought was horrific.

The thought terrified you.

And then, just like that- it was gone. No ringing, no red in the mirror - no nothing. Not even a single thought about how scary it was to think that way.

It was just all gone...

When you tuned back in to the movie, to this reality, you noticed a large form approaching this carriage - a large form belonging to a certain Japanese cartoon character.

Your eyes widened as your chest heaved up and down at a more rapid rate, visions of the wedding scene with all the guests throwing up blood having flashed through your mind in that exact moment.

In an act of quick thinking, you tipped your sunhat over your eyes - careful not to have the gun fall out - before leaning your head against the window and steadying your breath as much as you could.

Hopefully, she'd buy the act.

The squeaks of her voice slowly grew louder as she approached, probably waddling her way over to The Son.

Then, the faint sound of skin pushing against fabric let you know that she was right next to him - probably about to inject him with the poison.

Your prediction was, once again, proven to be correct as muffled screams made their way over to your ears alongside a 'shhh' coming from a large costume that was right beside you.

A lump formed in your throat and you tried very carefully to gulp it back down.

Even as her squeaks faded away, you chose not to remove the sunhat from your head. Again, patience was key in moments like these. You couldn't drop your act until you were absolutely sure that you wouldn't get caught.

So you waited.

And soon, you heard two pairs of footsteps followed by a voice.

"Right, so, slight change of plans-

-ho!"

A pause.

Then another voice piped up.

"First his wife, now his son? That's a lot o' white deaths."

Ah, this was the scene where Tangerine and Lemon happened upon the body right?

If you recalled correctly, they should-

"'Ang on a minute." Tangerine said.

-huh? That line wasn't in the movie.

After that, he went silent, and you wondered what he was doing...

...that was, until, you felt the pressure on your head start to shift as your hat lifted up ever-so-slowly.

A light gasp left your lips as your hand shot up to clasp the ring as hard as you could, stopping it from moving any further before your head tilted up and your eyes met with that beautiful blue you were so fond of.

"Tangerine?"

"You alright there, love?" He rose a brow, placing one hand on your shoulder and causing the area to immediately feel all warm and tingly.

"Uhh, yeah." You desperately tried to restrain yourself from looking over at the hand he placed on your shoulder, not wanting to make it seem like you were uncomfortable - if anything, you were the complete opposite. "Did something happen?"

You found your gaze naturally trailing to the side, about to land on the bleeding eyes of the White Death's son. You were unable to do so, however, when your vision was blocked by your favourite character himself. He quickly sat down beside you, taking both of your hands in his own and unknowingly causing your heartbeat to spike up as your stomach fluttered from both the proximity and the contact.

"No, nothin' happened." He denied your words. "I was just worried about you is all. You 'ad a bit of a fall earlier, didn't you? Just wan'ed to make sure you were alright from it."

He was lying. You knew he was.

He was just trying to draw your attention away from the dead body on the other side of the train as his brother quickly dealt with making it seem like the guy wasn't dead.

You knew he was lying and yet, you couldn't help the warmth that flooded through your veins at his words.

"Oh... that's uhh, really nice of you." You looked to the side, gaze softening as a smile tugged onto your lips and your resolve for being on this train, your desire to save your favourite character, strengthened.

When your eyes returned to his form, you saw the softened look on his face and damn was it enough to make you melt.

Soon enough though, he cleared his throat and got up; quickly wiping the soft expression off his face.

"Well, if that's all, love."

You frowned, missing the feeling of his hands in your own. But... the show must go on, no?

He then turned to his brother and said, "we gotta make sure he doesn't step a foot off this train. You see the case? Deal with 'oever 'as it."

"Alright." Lemon responds. "How do I do that? Talk to 'im? Or like, talk to 'im." The second time he said 'talk', he opened his coat up by the slightest amount and reached a hand inside - no doubt signifying he was reaching for his precious gun.

Tangerine gave him an incredulous look before saying, in a tone leaking with sarcasm, "I dunno. Why don't you tell him about the story about how Gordon met Percy and how Percy's now bleeding from his fucking eyesockets!"

After he spat the sentence out, he immediately took off - going down one side of the train in hopes of catching the criminal who's so incredibly lucky, it was unbelievable sometimes.

With one last comment, Lemon went the opposite direction just as the train stopped.

Now... what were you going to do?

It wasn't until quite a while later that Tangerine's death scene would come up, you should probably spend this time planning on how you could prevent it.

Before you planned on preventing it, you had to recall how exactly it happened.

It was right after Tangerine got a call from one of the White Death's men warning him of what would happen if he made it to Kyoto; telling him that he would die as soon as the White Death got his hands on him.

Then, he entered the same carriage as The Prince and she put on an act to trick him into thinking she was an innocent girl. It worked at first. But then, he saw the sticker that Lemon put on her back.

See, Lemon was a huge fan of Thomas the Tank Engine. He often compared people to the characters in the show, hence why he was so good at reading people (or so he claimed). He always carried stickers of the characters in the show with him.

One of these said characters was Diesel. The worst of the bunch, a guy who always took it too far - the character you had to watch out for.

And that was also the very same character stuck onto the back of The Prince.

Thanks to his brother, Tangerine knew that Prince wasn't all who she made herself out to be and, because of his newly-gained knowledge, he put a gun to her head.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to pull the trigger, Ladybug stumbled into the carriage and lunged for the gun after Prince acted, once again, like an innocent girl scared for her life. As the two struggled for possession of the weapon, a 'bang!' reverberated through the air...

...and then, blood sprayed out of the neck that belonged to your favourite character as he choked out a warning, trying his best to inform Ladybug of the deceptive individual he was trying to protect.

You still remembered screaming out a 'no!' when you first watched it, upset that your favourite character had just died. You didn't cry though - at least, not until later on; when Lemon stumbled upon the body, to be specific. The sight of the broader male seated beside the dead body of his brother as the slow, mellow song echoed in the background was just too much and, before you knew it, the tears cascaded down your cheeks like a waterfall.

You couldn't let it happen now that you had the opportunity to stop it; you wouldn't let it happen.

You were going to save Tangerine.

The only problem was: how were you going to do that?

His death was a complete accident, Ladybug didn't mean to pull the trigger; he wasn't trying to.

How on Earth were you supposed to prevent an accident like that from occurring?

Maybe you could prevent Tangerine from ever approaching The Prince in the first place?

Before you could ponder on any further strategies, the sudden need to relieve yourself overwhelmed you.

A full bladder? Dammit, when was the last time you went to the toilet?

With a deep sigh laced in frustration, you pushed yourself up abruptly, grumbling under your breath about your human limitations as you awkwardly scooched out of your place between the seat and table.

Once you were fully stood up, your hands rose up to the ridge of your hat and you gave it a firm tug, fixing its place on your head as you felt a slight movement from the cold material laying under it. Once you were sure the weapon was secure, you started to walk down the aisle - heels clicking against the floor as you rushed out.

As the doors opened to the capsule between your carriage and the next one, your eyes flitted over to the toilet stall, cursing as you saw the colour red near the lock.

Occupied.

This went on for the next few carriages.

Then, you happened upon something.

"I didn't realise I was gettin' a babysitter to come cut my bollocks."

It was Tangerine, taking yet another warning call from the White Death's men.

"I'm a professional. We're making sure the case and his son are perfectly safe.

"Can I please go do my job now?" He continued and, if you recalled correctly, went on to cut off the man before he could continue speaking, with a tone heavy in sarcasm. "Oh, very kind of you. Thank you very much."

He then hung up the call before looking to the side and fixing himself up in the mirror - something which would have normally made you laugh had you not been bursting for the toilet.

It was then that he noticed Ladybug hidden in a side room and jumped.

"Fuck me! Jesus Christ." He cussed, placing a hand over his chest.

Ladybug then decided to pipe up with an unnecessary remark. "It's very rude talking on the phone, on the train. In Japan."

"This rude enough for ya, ya fucking prick?" He then pulled the curtain shut as harsh as he could. "Shove that fuckin' hat up your fuckin' arsehole, you 'ear me?"

He then turned around again and jumped once more when his eyes landed on your form.

"Fuck me! Fuckin' 'ell, again?!

"How long have you been standing there, love?" He continued.

"Long enough... look, I don't really care about what you, uhh, were on about." You confessed as you tilted your head to the side, eyes fixed on the stall behind him. "I just... need the toilet so, if you don't mind..."

"Oh, of course."

He moved to the side, allowing you to finally gain access to the room you'd been needing for a while now.

You immediately wasted no time in rushing right inside, closing the door behind you and locking it before you went about your business.

Once you were done, you cleaned up and washed your hands before stepping out of the stall with a relieved sigh.

Now, you had two options here. You could either, a, go back to the carriage you came from - or, b, explore the train a little so that you could detect anything that may be able to help you in your quest.

On one hand, if you explored the train, you could stumble upon the perfect solution to your problem. On the other hand, this was a train filled to the brim with assassins that weren't opposed to killing you to get that one silver briefcase. You were too out of practice to risk it so, going back to your seat it was.

With a little sigh, you headed off - footsteps lighter than before as a sense of calm fell over you.

That sense of calm, however, was soon to be overridden by pure shock as soon as you entered a certain carriage containing a bar filled to the brink with alcoholic beverages and two people stood by the dead body of The Wolf.

"Oh shit." You whispered. "Wrong way."

Who was it that you stumbled across? Well, the very Diesel herself, The Prince.

The Prince narrowed her eyes at you before she turned to Kimura and ordered, "kill her."

"Are you fucking crazy?!" The Japanese man widened his eyes in disbelief.

"I don't suppose you want your son dying, do you?"

The way she said the words so nonchalantly was enough to send a shiver straight down your spine. Seeing her in the movie was unsettling enough but seeing her act this way in real life? Damn, Joey King did an amazing job.

You couldn't spend too long praising the actress, however, as soon, the barrel of a gun was pointed directly at your head and Kimura was mumbling something with an apologetic look on his face. He was saying sorry in Japanese.

Ah shit.

Quick to react, you bent over backwards just as he pushed down on the lever of his gun - simultaneously causing a loud 'bang!' to reverbrate through the room.

The bullet managed to just barely graze your stomach, forming a cut which leaked red.

"Hm, interesting." You couldn't see her face but judging by her tone and whatshe just said, she was intrigued. "Are you one of the assassins the White Death hired?"

You chose not to respond - instead opting to flick your feet upwards and collide your heels against Kimura's hand, kicking the gun out of his grasp and sending it flying through the air. You then used the momentum to flip upright once more, one hand reaching up to your hat to help stabilise it again.

Crouching down, your fingers stretched outwards, grazing the handle of the gun before flinching back as your heart beat picked up its speed.

Now was not the time for a mental breakdown.

With that thought it mind, your feet pushed your body up once more before you swiftly turned on your heel and made your way out of the carriage, gone just like the wind.

You rushed down the right way this time, eyes barely present in real time as they flashed through the events that just occurred to you.

You just had an encounter with The Prince and Kimura - and you were lucky that it was them and not The Hornet.

The Prince had no combat capabilities whereas Kimura was well-versed in it but had enough morale to not attack you back there.

You were so lucky to have run into those two of all the people you could've ran into.

"Note to self: be more cautious of the layout of the train."

Soon, you stepped through the automatic doors that led to your carriage and, not too long after that, your eyes landed on two forms - one of which was caught in a headlock by the other.

This was the Ladybug and Lemon fight scene.

And it seemed like it was just coming to an end judging by how Ladybug was able to thrust his legs into the seat opposite him, escape Lemon's grasp and then grab his laptop and smash it against his head, instantly knocking him out.

It all happened so much more swiftly than it was depicted in the movie and you had to blink twice before properly processing what had just happened.

When you tuned back in to the world, you witnessed Ladybug adding the powdered substance to the Fiji water near Lemon and decided to approach.

"Woah, what are you doing man?"

Slowly, his gaze trailed upwards and his eyes landed on your form before they slightly grew in size.

"It's not what it looks like? Actually, it's probably exactly what it looks like."

A glint of amusement shone in your eyes as your lips twitched upwards. In order to fight back the smile that was inching onto your face, you had to take in a huge gulp of air before letting it out after holding it in for a few seconds.

Once you regained your cool, you continued speaking. "It seems like the tables have turned."

He gave you his own smile, sheepish and clumsy; full of awareness of the fact that he was just caught red-handed.

"So, what are you doing, big guy?" You asked, amusement laced in your tone.

"Look, I'm just trying to survive, okay, lady?"

"I have a name y'know? It's Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He nodded in acknowledgement. "I'm Ladybug."

You already knew that but-

"Nice to meet you too."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a call." He took the cartridge out of the gun in his hands, eyes zoomed straight in on it.

"What are you doing with that gun?"

"Not keeping it for later use, that's for sure." He gave you a pointed look as he stashed the gun on the shelves at the top of the train.

"Touché."

You then watched as he took Lemon's phone and used face ID to unlock it. Stupid that it worked even though the owner was unconscious but whatever.

After he checked the texts on the phone, he left in an abrupt panic - no doubt having seen Tangerine's texts informing Lemon that he was on his way.

That left you with Lemon's unconscious body laid against the table.

Now, you would slap him to get him to wake up but then he would immediately slap you back and you weren't too keen on getting slapped by a male with ten times your muscle mass. So, you simply stood there, one hand up to your chin with a half-contemplating, half-concerned expression on your face.

It was then that you heard footsteps to your side. You knew who it was so you didn't bother looking over, choosing, instead, to simply say, "he's only unconscious - not dead."

Tangerine rushed over, grabbing his brother's chin and lifting his head to observe his injuries. "Jesus Christ, he's 'ad a bit of a bosh, 'asn't 'e?"

His eyes then turned to you before slowly trailing downwards and landing on your abdomen.

You rose a brow. "What are you-?"

Before you could even react, he was no longer beside his brother and the sudden feeling of his rough, calloused hands against your own bare skin had your own gaze falling down as you caught sight of your newly-attained cut.

Oh right, you forgot about that.

"What 'appened?" He asked without straying his gaze from the slit in your clothes.

You were about to respond but winced instead when he pressed down further on the wound. He then slowly removed his fingers and you saw the blood that coated them; your blood.

"I, uhh, just fell on a really sharp rail, that's all." You dismissed his concerns.

"A really sharp rail? It must've been sharp enough to cut a fuckin' dick off, dahlin', 'cause that's a deep cut."

"It's not that deep."

The look he gave you after your words was the same look your sister gave you before you set off to work; the look that told you that they found what you just said utterly ridiculous.

He then guided you towards a seat, gently having you sit down before facing him as he crouched down - observing the wound with squinted eyes.

Meanwhile, you held in your breath at the close proximity, hyper-aware of the fact that his hands were firmly clasped around either side of your waist, holding you with a sense of care running across his fingertips; a sense of care which prevented him from harming you. Just the thought that a guy like this, someone known for his aggressive demeanour and bad temperament, could handle someone like you, someone who he just met, with such gentleness was enough to cause your stomach to flutter.

You watched as he took out a handkerchief from his inner pocket, rapidly striking it through the air several times before carefully moving it over your stomach and pressing down a little too hard.

"Ack!"

"Ah shit." He cussed. "Sorry, love."

You just bit your lip and nodded.

After a few more pats against your skin, he pulled the cloth away.

It was clean, yes, but it wasn't covered - no bandaid to barricade the bood inside your skin or alcohol used to fully sterilise it. But, to be completely honest, you were just lucky that he cared enough to even treat your wound in the first place. He was an assassin, not a medic for crying out loud.

"Thank you." You breathed out, voice barely even a whisper.

He looked up, lips merely millimetres from your own as his breath mixed in with your and the hair that rested atop his upper lip just barely tingled against your skin.

If you moved even a little bit closer, your lips would meet.

Unfortunately, the moment was ruined after he pulled away and cleared his throat, a tiny hint of red on his cheeks. "Yeah, well, I'd be a right dickhead to ignore a lady's wounds like that."

You pouted - he was a right dickhead for pulling away like that. What a tease.

He then parted with a brisk nod of his head, on his way to go find Ladybug if you remembered correctly. Too bad he wouldn't be able to after the male pays another guy to wear his hat and deceive the assassin.

You heaved out a sigh before leaning backwards, back falling against the window seat as your gaze shifted to the roof, eyes half-lidded in contemplation. Now that you relieved yourself and got away from The Prince and Kimura, you should finalise your plan to save Tangerine.

The scene just before his death shows him discovering the 'dead' body of his brother before receiving a threatening call for the nth time from his employer, causing him to grow agitated even further than before. This would make it so that if you wanted to stall him from finding The Prince, you would risk causing him even further annoyance and cause his feelings for you, whatever they were, to turn into utter loathing. Now, you wished you could say you didn't care so long as he survived but that wouldn't be true at all. You cared; very much so. He was your favourite character, after all - why wouldn't you care about how he felt for you?

You supposed you could stall Ladybug instead? Yeah, that could work.

But 'could' isn't sure enough. It's a word that implies whatever it's referring to has a possibility of working; you couldn't afford possibilities, you could only afford a hundred percent chances of working.

Just then, your hat shifted a little on your head and, with it, came the feeling of cold metal sliding down.

Your eyes lit up as an idea came to mind.

That's right! Your unloaded gun! As a back-up plan, you could swap out your gun for Tangerine's - that way you knew for sure he wouldn't be able to be shot in a tangle with Ladybug.

The only problem with that plan, though, was that the both of you had two different models of guns; he had a revolver whereas you had a pistol. How was he not going to notice the difference?

If you were lucky, the hysteria he goes into after finding his brother's dead body would be enough to cloud his judgement and you could slip the gun in grasp no problem.

You just needed to hope he wouldn't notice - at least, not until they actually pulled the trigger and nothing went off.

You let out another sigh and, quite abruptly, you felt something brush against your legs as a breeze flew over your form; forcing you to sit up in order to see what the cause of it was. You then caught sight of blonde hair disappearing down the carriage - blonde hair no longer covered by a grey hat. It's not too long after that you turn your head in the opposite direction after hearing the automatic doors open and reveal the frustrated form of Tangerine.

His brows were furrowed and one of his arms was covered by his suit draped over it. His previously slicked-back hair was now messier than before, giving him more of a roguish look.

There was no doubt in your mind that your eyes turned into huge hearts as you gazed at him, lips pulling upwards into a large, dreamy smile that you were quite lucky he took no notice of - instead, making a bee-line towards his brother and slapping him awake while also earning himself, as you recalled, a slap straight back.

Tangerine then took a seat beside the broader male before raising one of his hands and rubbing it under his nose to check for blood. After confirming there wasn't any, he gave Lemon the side-eye before saying, "there 'e is."

"He got by me."

"Yeah, me too... I guess our best option now is, uhh, bring the White Death the man who killed 'is son."

Lemon turned to the other male, shaking his head. "Yeah, but glasses didn't do it."

You would've loved to continue watching their banter (those scenes were actually among your favourite ones in the movie) but a thought occurred to you; a thought which caused your whole form to freeze up and a chill to go down your spine.

When Tangerine went towards the carriage Ladybug was in, he discovered a bunch of suitcases blocking his way - forcing him to shoot them through a Momonga teddy so that he could get through without alerting passengers. When he did this, he released the Boomslang snake - the very snake whose fangs contained the venom that caused the death of the White Death's son. And now, that deadly thing was let loose in the train to freely roam and bite whoever it wanted.

Great, now on top of your quest to save your favourite character, you had to also look out for a dangerous snake that could take your life.

You let out a sigh before tuning back into reality, noticing Tangerine's form sat opposite and facing his brother on the other set of seats.

"We need to find that glasses twat like right-to-the-fuck now." He scoffed before letting out a long, drawn-out groan. "I'm gonna go up, you go down. Double back when you're done. If you see him, fuckin' deal with him, yeah?"

Ah, so they just 'tricked' the White Death's men at the station you just passed into thinking his son was alive, huh?

The both of the brothers looked from side-to-side before Tangerine said, "up is..?"

"That way." Lemon deadpanned before jutting his thumb in the direction towards the front of the train.

You watched as they both abruptly got up before Lemon started speaking once more.

"And look, be careful," you could barely control the smile trying to fight its way onto your face at the Lemon showed his brother, "something else is going on 'ere."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I still feel like there's a Diesel lurkin' about." Lemon looked from side-to-side.

"Swear to God, what'd I say?" Tangerine drew his brother's attention back towards him before repeating, "what'd I say? I said I'd fucki-"

"-shoot me in the face." His brother finished for him.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Thomas still taught me how to see people, read 'em for real."

"Yeah..."

"And I'm never wrong, am I?"

Your favourite character's gaze drifts to the side. "No."

"Glasses, he is not our guy."

"...okay."

Tangerine didn't understand what his brother was on about now but you knew he would later find out exactly what he meant after coming face-to-face with The Prince.

You then witnessed your favourite assassin hand a gun to his brother. "Shoot first, come up with the answers la'er."

"Always do."

Lemon then took off, heading down the carriage before his brother called out to him again.

"Lemon."

"Yeah, man?"

"You be careful too."

The male with silver hair sent a wink his brother's way before continuing once more.

The moment brought you back to a time where you worried for your own sister's life after one particular job; a job which, for once, took away all of your carefree nature and replaced with an anxiety-ridden individual who couldn't even hold a weapon without shaking to the core.

But... that was all irrelevant now. Your sister wasn't here and neither were you the person you once were back then.

So, with that thought in mind, you called out towards Tangerine - causing the male to turn your way with a raised brow.

"You're going towards the front of the train, right? Can I tag along? I'm feeling a little peckish right now and all the snack are at the front." You gave him a sheepish smile, one hand going to scratch the back of your head.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" He nodded, giving a little gesture with his finger before he began to walk.

You walked straight behind him, a smile showcasing all your joy spread right across your face.

"Hey, Tangerine?"

"Yes, love?" He gave a quick glance over his shoulder.

"You're such a gentleman, thank you for accompanying me." Your smile shined brighter, excitement from being with your favourite character seeping into your tone and into the hop in your step.

He sent you a soft look before nodding. "Of course, dahlin'. Can't leave a pretty lady like yourself alone, can I?"

He thought you were pretty...?

Your favourite character thought you were pretty?!

Did you die and get sent straight to heaven?

Uhh, well, maybe you could've?

No, wait, that was impossible. You'd done too much to go there.

"You're quite the looker yourself, y'know?"

He looked over his shoulder once again to send you a sly smirk. "That so?"

Suddenly, the intense look in his eye, partnered with that smirk he gave you, was enough for all of your confidence to flush down the drain as your gaze trailed to the side - unable to cope with the eye-contact.

"Oh, 'ere we are." His words caused you to look up and see that you were, indeed, where he wished to be. "I've got to stay here, dahlin', but the next carriage should be the snack one."

You gave him a brief nod before choosing to walk passed him, about to enter the next carriage before you casted one last glance over your shoulder to see his easy-going look had turned back into his agitated one as he faced the toilet.

Once you were in the carriage, you waited a little bit before you saw a certain blonde man enter after you. After he saw your form, however, he swerved behind you and peered over your shoulder.

It wasn't too long after that the brown-haired male emerged from the same door with a furious look on his face.

Ah, so you were being used as a hiding place?

Very well.

Tangerine's eyes laid on your form before they trailed behind you and landed on the other. After he saw his target, he took in a large amount of air through his nose.

"Look, love, I usually don't hit ladies but I won't fucking hesitate because I, for one, wanna keep my fucking limbs intact and I won't be able to if I don't get that fuckin' briefcase." The tall male glared down at you, pure rage boiling in his gaze, ready to spill over any second.

"Wow," Ladybug's voice chimed from behind you, "you'd hit a lady? That's a low blow, dude. Even for you."

"You fucking bastard." Scoffed the male with slicked-back brown hair in front of you, glaring at the blonde behind you with an intensity so harsh - you were sure that he would be a million feet under if looks could kill.

"Look," you raised both of your hands up as a small, nervous smile made its way onto your lips, "how about we settle this peacefully, yeah? I'm sure we can all talk this out."

"I agree with her." Ladybug piped in.

Then, Tangerine started slowly strutting over to you - facial expression shifting from the angered one he usually wore to a more neutral one you rarely got to see on him in the movie.

As he approached, you could feel your heart beat start to pick up both in pace and in volume - butterflies beginning to flutter around in your stomach with adamance.

Dammit, was now really the time for your stupid crush on him to be acting up?

Soon, he was stood right in front of you, face a mere centimetre away from your own.

And then, one of his hands rose up from his side, gradually approaching your face as two of his fingers extended out of his fist and slowly placed themselves under your chin; tilting your head up and causing a hitch in your breath.

"Love," he spoke quietly, calmly and in the smoothest voice you have ever had the pleasure of hearing. "Move aside and let me kill that fucking arsehole."

His breath mixing in with yours as the hair on his upper lip grazed your skin (for the second time that day) flustered you enough for you to pull out of his grasp and hide your head in your hands, hunching over slightly to do so.

Fortunately for him, that slight hunch over was just what he needed to sock Ladybug right in the face.

"Agh! Fuck!"

And with that, their brawl continued.

Meanwhile, you decided to fully crouch down and shrivel in on yourself - too flustered to even think to stop the fight.

"Wait wait wait! I know who killed the kid!"

"I couldn't give a rat's arse, where's my fuckin' case?!"

They rolled carts straight into each other, hitting one another in the gut before grabbing jars and preparing to throw them at one another.

They both paused, however, when they heard the sound of the automatic door opening as a member of staff stepped in with a cart full of food.

After a moment of silence, you heard the woman ask if they wanted anything in Japanese.

"Oh no thank you, we're okay." Tangerine dismissed her with a little strained smile.

"Oh I would love a bottle of water." Ladybug requested.

You felt a small smile crawl onto your face as you remembered the incredulous look Tangerine sent him after that sentence - no doubt finding it utterly ridiculous that he would ask for water in the middle of a fight.

"You know what? Do you have, uhh, anything sparkling? With bubbles?"

You heard glass clang as she rummaged through for exactly what he wanted.

"That's the one, thank you." And he proceeded to say 'arigato' in the worst-sounding Japanese you had ever heard in your life. "Bro, I just remembered I gave all my money to that guy to wear my hat and glasses."

Tangerine then let out a sigh, giving Ladybug a look that made you giggle as you peered through from your position.

"How much for the bo'le of wa'er, love?" He asked before she responded with a number and he gave her the money. "Yeah, no, your welcome. A thousand yen, that's ten quid for that bo'le of wa'er, mate."

She then proceeded to leave as Ladybug drank his newly-attained drink and you giggled some more.

"You sure you don't wanna talk this out?" He asked Tangerine to which he responded with-

"Not particularly, no."

"Okay."

He then swung the bottle straight at the other assassin, aiming straight for his head as it hurdled through the air. Before it could land, though, you shot up from your position on the ground, fingers lacing around the bottle and just about stopping it from hitting the man.

"Not," you said, "the face."

Tangerine gave you an appreciative look, which totally didn't make you squeal on the spot, before his expression shifted into one of pure rage and he charged at Ladybug, yelling cusses as he pushed him into the next carriage.

Meanwhile, you let out a sigh of relief. Well done you for saving the handsome facial features of ATJ.

Before you could wallow in anymore praises however, your eyes caught something moving in your peripheral.

Was that... the Boomslang snake?!

You screamed, rushing onto the other carriage and clinging onto Tangerine while he was in the midst of choking Ladybug.

Unfortunately, you had done this at the wrong time because it happened to be the moment where Ladybug hit the emergency button with his leg so that he could escape the grasp of the handsome assassin; the emergency button which caused the door to be ripped off the train, sending the three of you flying straight outside of it through the sheer suction of the wind.

And so now, here you were, clinging onto Tangerine's waist for dear life as you hung off the side of the train - the wind like blades against your skin.

Well, this was quite the predicament.

Tangerine says things he doesn't mean so don't take it to heart when he said he wouldn't hesitate to hurt you. He would do way more than hesitate.

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Not "Little Innie" Anymore (A Yang Jeongin Fic)

♡Summary: When it comes to dating, you and your best friend have a regular routine: whenever they have a bad date, you rescue them, and whenever you have a bad date, they rescue you. So, why is it that when you send them a text asking for their help on the night of a particularly bad date, they send their little baby brother, Jeongin, to come to your rescue, instead?

♡Genre: Cute, Fluff, Comedy, Cliché, Your Best Friend's Brother is Hot, Age Difference

☆Reader is 2 yrs older than I.N.

♡Pairing: Yang Jeongin X Older GN! Reader

♡Word Count: 3K

♡A/N: Time for some I.N. appreciation! I wrote this based on Stray Kid's duality on and off stage. Out of all the members, I.N's duality puzzles me the most. 🤔

Sorry Y/N but I can't come pick you up tonight. I ended up catching a really bad cold and can't even get out of bed! 😔 But don't worry. I told my brother about your bad date and he volunteered to come rescue you this time! 😉 He'll be there in twenty minutes, okay?

You sighed as you reread the text message you had received from your best friend about fifteen minutes ago. Currently, you were hiding in the bathroom stall of the restaurant your date had taken you to for the night. It had already been about ten minutes since you had left them at the table on their own, claiming that you desperately needed to use the restroom. Eventually, you knew they were going to get suspicious if you didn’t go back to the table soon.

But you weren’t going back. No way!

Not after the way they had acted that night. In fact, you bet they were still out there yelling about how the waiter had messed up their order, when in reality it was your date’s fault and not the waiter’s. After all, it wasn’t the waiter’s fault that your date forgot to specify that they were allergic to mushrooms and onions, but they had made a big deal out of it, blaming the waiter thus, causing a scene. The manager had to be called and everyone else at the restaurant were staring at you two, and it was all just a big mess.

See, you were currently on a blind date that a coworker of yours had set you up on and to say it was going terribly would be an understatement. Literally, ever since your date picked you up that Friday night, they had gone out of their way to show you just how awful an excuse of a human being they were like it was practically their job to be a jerk.

First, when they had come to pick you up that night, they didn’t even come to the right complex. They had parked down the street, at the next one over, so you had to walk down and look for their car by the license plate number they had texted you. Once you got in the car, they then proceeded to blame you for not being in the right spot. No seriously, there were no greetings, at all, they just went straight to blaming you for making them wait so long.

You should’ve known just by how terribly the beginning of the date had started that the rest of the date would only get worse. After all, if your date was already that bad after only a couple of minutes of knowing them while in that car together, how much worse would they be long term?

At first, your date had taken you to your favorite place to eat, which definitely would’ve cheered you up a bit, but because you both had no reservation, along with the fact that it was a Friday night, the restaurant was jam packed with a two-and-a-half hour wait time. Therefore, you guys had to try to figure out another restaurant to go to.

Or, at least, you tried.

Turns out that your favorite restaurant was also your date's favorite spot to eat as well, but once it turned out you guys couldn't go because of the wait time, this turned their mood even more sour than it already was. As a result, they refused to help find another place to go, so you had to be the one to call around and see which local restaurants had the shortest wait time.

You finally found another place which was a little local eatery that you also enjoyed even though it wasn’t as fancy as the restaurant you and your date originally intended to go to. The eatery still had good food, though, and its vibe was much more laid back so, at least you guys could be comfortable.

It’s just too bad your date didn’t seem to think so…

Instead, they continued to be in a pissy mood for the entire dinner. In fact, you felt bad for the waiter. Your date was in such a bad mood that they took everything out on the waiter including their own food allergies!

Finally, you’d had enough. You had tried to stick it out and give your date a chance to show that maybe they weren’t as bad as they seemed, but you knew there was no way this date was going to get any better.

That’s when you had shot your best friend a text to come and get you.

You and your friend had to look out for each other, so in order to help one another out whenever either of you had a date that was going terribly, you both came up with a plan. All you had to do was send a text and the other would come pick the other up, no questions asked. You'd excuse yourself by telling your date that you had to go to the bathroom and then that's when you would ditch the date. Afterwards, you would ghost the person you had gone out on a date with.

It was a routine you and your best friend had mastered over the years and it worked. The pact had saved you both from having to sit through countless horrible dates. You had already told them earlier that week of your blind date so they knew to be on alert just in case you needed their help, but you hadn't expected them to get sick and based on what they told you it was pretty bad if they couldn't even get out of bed.

Concerned, you had asked them if they needed you to get them anything for their cold. You may have been upset by the fact that they couldn't get you and was instead sending their little brother to pick you up, but you were still concerned about them as well. If they needed anything, you could get them some supplies once their brother picked you up. But they declined the offer saying that their brother had already gotten them some things they needed and that he would be there to pick you up soon.

And so, it was during all the commotion your date had made with the restaurant staff that you had decided to sneak off to the restroom, claiming it an emergency. That was how you ended up where you are now. That is, hiding in a restroom stall. You just hoped that your best friend’s little brother would show up soon.

You paused for a moment as you mulled over the name that belonged to the little brother of your best friend.

Yang Jeongin, aka “Innie.”

Just the name brought a wave of nostalgia over you.

Although you were relieved that your best friend was still looking out for you by sending someone else in their place to come pick you up, you still couldn't believe they were sending their baby brother of all people. You hadn't seen Innie in about 5 years. The last time you had seen him was when he was 17 and you were 19. Because of this, you still pictured him as the same boy with a mouth full of braces and a dopey smile.

You and your best friend had been close since grade school, so you had literally grown up with both of them. You guys were only two years apart, but that was more than enough years to give you a bit of a seniority complex. Both you and your best friend used to treat Jeongin like he was a little baby which always got on his nerves.

In fact, when you guys were kids he used to cry whenever you and your best friend would leave him behind telling him he wasn't old enough to hang out with you guys. He also used to have the biggest crush on you when you were all teenagers. But you were 17 and he was 15 so you weren't looking his way. Then when you finally turned 18 and started seriously dating, you were definitely not looking his way.

The last time you had physically seen him was just before you and your friend moved out of state together for college. You specifically remembered him trying to act like he wouldn't miss you but it was pretty obvious that he would since you could’ve sworn you had seen his eyes glistening when you guys said goodbye.

Of course, that was a long time ago. Now you were 23 going on 24, so that meant Jeongin had to be 22 now. About a week ago, he had moved in with his older sibling so they could become roommates and therefore, split the rent to save money. You hadn't been over to their place yet though, so you had yet to see him. You had only seen a couple of pictures of Innie over the past couple years from your best friend but nothing as of recent. It made you wonder how he may have changed over the years…

Bzz…Bzz…

That was your phone vibrating indicating you had just received a text. It was from a number you didn't recognize.

Hi, y/n. This is Jeongin. I'm here at the restaurant. I'm out front in a black Jeep.

At that moment you could've jumped for joy. Even if it was your best friend's little bro, at least you were finally being rescued from this horrible date!

You texted Jeongin that you were coming out in a minute. There was a side door to the restaurant so you could sneak out that way instead of risking getting caught by your date by leaving through the front entrance doors.

You quickly left the restroom and made your way out through the side door.

Once outside, you walked around to the front of the restaurant and looked for the black Jeep Jeongin had said he was in. You spotted a black Jeep waiting in the front of the restaurant, and you knew it had to be Jeongin. You began to make your way over to the Jeep, but just before you reached it that's when you heard your name being yelled from behind you.

"Y/N!"

Uh-oh.

Instantly, you spun around and gasped once you saw your date standing outside the main entrance doors. Even in the darkness of the night, they were visibly angry.

They started storming after you in a heated rage. "Where do you think you're going?!"

Inwardly, you panicked not knowing how to explain. This is why you had gone out the side door!

"Uh…" you trailed as you tried to think of any excuse but your date cut you off.

"I thought you were taking too long in the bathroom…” your date spat out at, accusingly, as they marched up to you. “...so that's when I got up to go find you only to see you sneaking out that side door. What the hell? Were you seriously going to ditch me in the middle of our date and leave me hanging?"

You stood there struggling to come up with a believable excuse for leaving but you were so stunned by your date’s behavior your mind went blank, that is, until you heard another voice suddenly chime in on the conversation.

"Is there a problem, here?"

Instantly, your head shot in the direction from which you heard the voice but you had to do a double take once you saw the man that had climbed out of the black Jeep.

What the…

You knew it'd been a long time since you had last seen Jeongin, but if the man that had just climbed out of that Jeep was supposed to be the little brother of your best friend, then they had to be an imposter because he was definitely not the cute little “Innie” you had grown up with!

Whoever this man was now, was a completely different person altogether. Someone you weren’t even sure you knew.

The man was dressed head-to-toe in an all black get-up. Because of this, he practically blended in with the darkness of the night, making him seem rather ominous from where you were standing. Only his pale white skin is what made him visible through the darkness.

The young man that had stolen the attention of both you and your date, now slammed the door closed to his Jeep with such intensity it caused you to shiver in your skin.

He began walking up to both you and your date, slowly, and as he did the familiar features of his face became more visible to you. Like his sharp, fox-like eyes which you remembered always being one of Jeongin's trademark features.

Just from his eyes, alone, you knew this was, indeed, the boy you had grown up with.

However, you could tell he was pissed off. His sharp jawline was clenched tight, like he had to keep it clenched in order to keep from hurling out insults and his already sharp black eyes appeared even sharper, like slits, as he glared at your date beside you.

Jeongin stopped a few steps away from both you and your date. His eyes landed on you and you swallowed, nervously, at finally seeing him for the first time since he was just a teen.

"Y/N," he addressed you, first, rather tersely. His voice was a far cry from the high-pitched tone he used to have as a kid.

"Hi, Jeongin," you tried to reply coolly, even despite the feeling of your heart racing as if you had just run a mile.

He looked back and forth between you and your date like he was trying to gauge the situation in order to know which step to take next.

"Everything alright?" He asked you, his brows raising at you, questioningly.

You had opened your mouth to respond, but because you didn't know how to answer his query since technically your date hadn't done anything to you besides get mad for you ditching them, which was understandable, you ended up just staring at him without saying anything; however, this didn't matter because your date ended up beating you to the punch, anyways.

"Who the hell are you?" They spat at Jeongin and you had to gasp at how rude they were. This was why you just had to get away from this person.

But if Jeongin was offended by your date's rudeness, he gave no physical indication of being such. Instead, he had kept his focus on you, probably just as surprised to be seeing you after such a long time. Eventually, he turned his eyes on your date, them narrowing as he sized up your date beside you.

He then took one last glance at you before answering.

"I'm Y/N's boyfriend," he said bluntly before throwing your date's insulting inquiry right back at him. "Now who the hell are you?"

You stared at him shocked and you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you bit back a sheepish smile.

Why did he say that? you wondered.

"Boyfriend?!" your date repeated, in disbelief, and you felt them turn accusatory eyes on you. "You didn't tell me you have a boyfriend."

That's because up until a minute ago you weren't aware you had one either.

You stared at Jeongin, unmoving, from shock but as he looked back at you, expectantly, like he was urging you to agree, it was then that you understood that this was him giving you a way out. You immediately took the bait.

"Uh, yes, I do," you agreed, even though it was a deadass lie, but your date didn't have to know that. "You see, my coworker actually set me up for this date but I didn't know it until she told me at the last minute, so I decided to go out with you at least once but it's true. I have a boyfriend already."

You then turned to Jeongin. "And when you found out you came to get me, right honey?"

At this, Jeongin's lips spread into an amused smirk and you knew he was inwardly laughing at you at having called him "honey."

"Yes, honey," he replied, slightly sarcastic and you were hoping your date wouldn't catch on to that.

You turned back to your date.

"So, I'm sorry about the misunderstanding," you told them as you started inching towards Jeongin until you were right beside him. "It wasn't cool of my friend to do this to either of us."

You hoped your date would believe you but as they stared back and forth between you and Jeongin, sizing you both up with suspicious eyes, you didn't have much hope that they did. This proved to be true when they finally said what was on their mind.

"Bullshit!" they exploded causing you to flinch. "I don't believe this!"

"What? Why not?" you asked, worriedly. "What's there not to believe? It's true."

You had thought your made up story was pretty believable but your date was having none of it.

"Oh really? Then prove it!" your date demanded, crossing their arms over their chest.

You stared at them in disbelief with your brows raised by their audacity to command you both to prove your relationship to them.

"W-what?" you asked in a panic. "Are you kidding me? We don't have to prove anything to you-"

"I beg to differ," they cut you off, curtly. "I was promised a hot date but so far this entire date has sucked, no thanks to you. Now all of a sudden you're telling me you have a boyfriend and that you're gonna leave so you two can go off together and leave me all alone? No way! I want proof."

You sighed feeling completely exhausted with your date now. You were seriously considering never going out with anyone again. You just wanted this entire night to be over already.

"Look-" you had started, but you were surprised to find yourself cut off by the man beside you.

"Fine," Jeongin snapped at your date causing you to stare at him incredulously but Jeongin kept his sharp eyes focused on your date. Boy, if looks could kill… "We'll prove it to you. But once we do you have to leave. Immediately."

Jeongin's voice was grave as he said his last word but your date just rolled their eyes.

"Yeah, fine. Whatever. Now prove it," they demanded again.

You seriously hoped your date was being paid for being a jerk because it made no sense for someone to be so awful like this.

As you stood there gaping at your date, you felt Jeongin turn to you, and it was then that you realized you two actually had to do something to prove you both were in a relationship.

You slowly turned to him as well, rather shyly. It's been a long time since you've seen Jeongin this closely. As you looked at him now you could clearly see the differences from his teenage self.

For one, he was a little taller. Not by much, but still, he had definitely grown a couple inches since you had seen him last.

His features were also much sharper than before. He now donned thick black brows that expanded over his black fox-like eyes. Just beneath his eyes lied an angular, pointed nose that lead down to a pair of full cherry colored lips. Also his skin was immaculate to a degree that almost made you envious.

Basically, Innie had grown up to be extremely handsome.

You also really liked his hair. It was the same color it has always been, jet black, but when you were kids, Jeongin always wore the typical short haircut all school boys did, however, he had let it grow out now.

It was slightly wavy, with parted bangs, the tips of them gracefully touching his brows. You suddenly felt an itch to brush them away with your fingers.

"Hey, Y/N," he said flashing you a now perfect smile, which you knew he had acquired from years of wearing those old braces from when he was a teen. They had definitely done their job. His smile was beautiful.

"Hi Innie," you said back and if it was possible, his smile got bigger once you said aloud his old nickname. Even though he was grown now, it was through his smile that you got a little glimpse at the boy you had known as a teen.

However, it disappeared once his smile started to fall as he started to become serious again.

"So I guess we have to prove we're in a relationship," he said and you had thought he was upset since he looked so serious, but once he followed his words with a playful nudge to your arm, you knew that was not the case. You smiled back at him.

"I guess we do," you said, nudging him back.

"How are we gonna do that?" he asked, still playful.

Truthfully, you had an idea but didn't want to say it, so you shrugged. "I don't know."

Under the parking lot lights that shined above in the night, you could see a playful light glimmer in Jeongin's dark eyes, which intrigued you. That's when he decided to tell you what was on his mind.

"I have an idea of how, but I need your permission to do it."

You felt your heart quicken in your chest even though you were standing still.

Was he thinking what you were thinking? You wondered.

"Um…o-okay?" You said unsurely, but still willing to trust him with whatever he wanted to do.

Jeongin nodded before momentarily glancing in the direction of your date, still standing on the sidelines, then back at you.

Your breath hitched once you saw him lift his hand towards you, only to feel him place it on the back of your neck. You felt your heart beat even faster when he followed that gesture by leaning closer to your ear.

"Follow my lead," he lowly whispered in your ear, and you gulped when he leaned back just before glancing down at your lips.

It was then that you knew he was definitely thinking what you were thinking.

You didn't have to wait long for him to pull you in for one searing, mind-blowing kiss.

Jeongin's plump lips meshed with yours, and at first it was slow and cautious like he was gauging how you would respond but in all your excitement, you eagerly lapped back at his lips which seemed to allow him to grow more confident.

In response, his lips gilded against yours, and his hand still cradling the back of your neck, rubbed it in a soothing manner. His other hand came to land on your hip, and you felt him pull you in close to him until there was barely enough space to slip even a piece of paper between you both.

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss at the gesture.

Honestly, this was the best kiss of your life!

Head swirling, you were so caught up in the kiss you probably would've fallen and passed out had he not been holding you in place.

Funnily enough, you never got to see the look on your date's face, but you knew, without a doubt, that they were extremely upset because you suddenly heard them stomp off rather noisily, throwing a temper tantrum in all their rage.

In fact, until they had made a big fuss, you had honestly forgotten they were still there or that the reason why you were even kissing Jeongin in the first place was only for show.

That's when you and Jeongin abruptly broke away from each other as you watched your date storm off, yelling into their phone at who you assumed was your coworker that had set up your blind date.

You knew you were definitely going to get an earful from your coworker later on, but you weren't too concerned about that right now. Instead, both you and Jeongin looked at one another. One moment, you both were civil, and the next, you were both hunched over in fits of giggles at the hilarity of the entire situation.

Needless to say, you were definitely glad you were saved from that one. You didn't want to have to deal with anyone who had a temper like that. You both laughed it out until you both finally started to calm down. Thats when Jeongin turned back to you.

"So what were you doing going on a date with a loser like that anyway?"

Smiling, you looked away, embarrassed. "Oh, I met them through a coworker. It was a blind date they set up for me."

Jeongin shook his head. "I think your coworker hates you then."

You gave him a look, but now that you thought about it, maybe he was on to something.

"Shut up, Innie!" you teased as you followed him to the Jeep which he was now walking towards.

You laughed, and so did he. You two were already falling into your old patterns like old times. It's funny how no matter how much time goes by, with good old friends, it always feels like you only saw them yesterday.

"No, seriously, you need to slap that coworker for setting you up with a person that throws tantrums like a two year old kid," Jeongin said.

"Please, you're still a kid, Innie," you teased him back but stopped once Jeongin suddenly halted beside you.

When you turned to face him, he was staring at you, his face completely void of any emotion and for a second you thought you must have offended him, but then he took a step closer to you and stared you straight in the eye, challenging you.

"Oh really, Y/N? So, then you're saying you made out with a kid then?" He then placed his hands over his heart and pretended to gasp, feigning disgust. "How dirty, Y/N!"

You realized he was playing with you, and that's when you slapped him in the arm. "Shut up! I did not."

He laughed as he said, "Then admit that I'm a man now, Y/N."

"What?" You asked, a little embarrassed, even though you heard him clearly.

"You always teased me when we were kids and told me I was too young," Jeongin explained, and you smiled down at your feet, knowing what he was saying was true. "Now admit you see me as a man."

Your mind thought back to just a mere few minutes before when you and Jeongin were locked at the lips.

After that kiss? You thought to yourself. Hell yeah, he's definitely a man now!

You then looked up at him.

"Tell you what?" You said to him, "Since my other date left me, I'm actually in need of another one. If you continue this date with me, you can show me just how much of a man you've become."

Jeongin's eyebrows raised, and he smirked as he thought about it. He then held out his arm to you for you to link your own with his and said, "It's a date."

Smiling, you linked yours with his as you guys headed for the car.

You really did have the greatest friend in the world because even while sick, they still managed to save you from a disaster date. Turns out it wasn't so bad sending their little brother to pick you up after all.

#skz #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids yang jeongin #stray kids i.n #stray kids x y/n #yang jeongin #baby bread #loaf of bread

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apparently-artless · 9 days

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WHY YOU SHOULD TRY READING WIND BREAKER EVEN IF IT'S NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA

Content warnings to take note of before you read: poorly written explanations and BAD ENGLISH [like extremely bad I'm not even joking XD], a few manga spoilers like mentions of characters that might not be included in the current season of anime

A few days ago, I started reading the manga of Wind Breaker by Satoru Nii and reached the latest chapter after two days. Considering I have a life to deal with, this is actually fast because I couldn't stop reading for as long as there is a next chapter to read. This series was suggested to me by my sister and I was already looking forward to the anime. After watching 2 episodes so far, I couldn't contain myself and decided to read the manga instead. In all honesty, delinquent theme is not my cup of tea. At the very least, it is not a genre that I would actively seek. However, this series piqued my curiosity, kept me engaged, and made me want to read more. And now here I am, desperately waiting for the next chapter to come.

Before anything else, I would like to let you know that [as far as the latest chapters are concerned], there are no teachers involved in the story. Even if they are going to school, there are no scenes of them actually studying. There are also no authorities involved. So just think of them as students only doing social studies by protecting the townsfolk and interacting with them daily. But then again, THIS IS FICTION, SO IT'S OKAY!! So with that out of the way, let me point out a few things that I really love about this manga.

THE MAIN CHARACTER

The main character, Sakura Haruka has such a cool character design. Bicolored hair and different eye colors, who wouldn't be interested? To top it all off, he's good at fighting and he is such a tsundere he ends up blushing all the time! He also has a sad past that makes us want to protect this baby boy from all the pain and suffering he encountered thus far. If you've watched the first episode, it's quite evident that he was ostracized because of the way he looks. Ugh, my poor baby boy. T_T

The anime actually did a great job of including more tidbits of Sakura's dark past in the first episode. There were scenes that I noticed that are included in the later chapters. In fact, the first 1 minute and 30 seconds of the first episode gave us something that manga did not give until almost 50+ chapters.

Some of the scenes are these:

And this:

It may seem like a normal dark-lit room but it actually speaks a lot. One room, no other furniture, and just a futon he can sleep on. What I am trying to point out is there is a difference between someone who started living alone as soon as they moved to a different town and someone who has been living alone almost their entire life. Now, don't get me wrong. Sakura's past is yet to be revealed. The full details of how he ended up alone are not yet even shown in the latest chapters of the manga. We can only make assumptions based on what was shown thus far and his behavior as he tries to interact with more people. Anyway, as you read more chapters, you will eventually realize that the main character lived a painful life before coming to Furin High.

THE OTHER CHARACTERS

If the main character is great, it's a good series. But it's even better if the other characters are interesting too. The mangaka did an amazing job with the other characters and how they contributed to the story. Each character has their own personality that you will also love. I bet you might even have a top 5 or even top 10 favorite characters just for this series alone.

THE CHARACTERS' DEVELOPMENTS

Now this is one of the reasons why I fell in love with the series. I am not just referring to the character development of the MC but also the other characters! What's more, is that the author finds a way to make their development interesting but brief and how their past contributes to who they are right now. Sometimes, the past is even included in a single chapter and with a few more scenes of the present. Of course, there are longer backstories but I assure you that every scene is important and contributes greatly to the plot.

THE PERFECT BALANCE BETWEEN MC AND THE OTHER CHARACTERS

You know how there are times that the main character feels like they are being forgotten in some series? I can think of a few but let's not mention those. XD Anyway, this one will surely not disappoint. The MC is a first-year high school student and even though it was already proven how strong he is in the first two episodes, there are surely other characters that are more OP than he is.

To me, this is very important. If the MC is the only one progressing, it's quite boring. But if there are other characters developing to the point that it makes you think, oh maybe he's the MC all along, it makes the series annoying. If I ever encountered such tropes, I would immediately put that series on hold and get back to it once I felt like it. Or maybe just never get back to it, at all. XD

Wind Breaker, despite having many interesting characters, manages to highlight the secondary characters without having the main character overshadowed and underappreciated.

THE DRAMA, THE COMEDY, THE ACTION AND THE FOUND FAMILY TROPE

Since delinquency is one of the themes of this series, of course, there's action. And the anime so far is doing a great job with the animation of the fight scenes. The drama is superb. It tears my heart out and rip it to pieces every single damn time whenever one of the characters' past is introduced. And then there's comedy. MC is socially awkward, and tsundere to boot. Who wouldn't laugh at his antics? What's best is that despite the fact that Sakura's behaviors are quite disturbing [signs that indicate that he did not have a normal life], the author managed to portray these scenes in such a way that you will find them painful but endearing at the same time.

As for the found family, I wouldn't want to spoil a lot but just think of it this way, the founder of BOFURIN considers every member not just as a friend but as family. And not just the students, he also considers the people of their town a big part of their family. Not some strangers to protect, but a family to treasure. If that's not sweet, I don't know what it is.

ADDED LGBT THEME

Since it's been confirmed that the anime will only have 13 episodes, the character I am referring to will not be introduced in the anime. As you may have already noticed, Furin High is an all-boys school so needless to say, all students there are males [at least, biologically speaking]. She's the only rose among the thorns. She was included in the screenshot below but I doubt we'll get to see her completely in this season. So I will leave it to your capable eyes to identify who I am referring to. XD

Anyway, the portrayal of this character is very close to reality. Her story of how she struggled with her sexuality and how she wanted to be accepted by other people is so beautifully and at the same time painfully written.

I really love Sakura and this character's interactions. It feels like Sakura has a very reliable and beautiful older sister. I do hope that this series will continue getting more seasons because I am really in love with this character.

I can still go on but I think that I already made my point. Anyway, if you are still having doubts about this series, just give it a try. Read at least 60 chapters and if you really don't like it, there's nothing wrong with it. We all have our own preferences when it comes to anime and manga. I thought I just needed to make this review since it's really a surprise how this series managed to make me love it a lot.

So if you are looking for a series that has these elements: fluff, angst, action, drama, comedy, found family, lgbt themes, you will definitely enjoy it!

#wind breaker #manga #manga recommendation #artsrecs #artsreviews #manga spoilers #wind breaker spoilers #wind breaker manga spoilers #long post

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Ayo you're back!! Awesome!! Could I perhaps ask for how each of them are when they're chronically sleep deprived? Like "I've lived off of caffeine for the past two weeks and I am currently communing with the microwave via love bites" kind of sleep deprived (and maybe what the others do to get them to fucking bed)?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he already casually drinks energy drinks so no one really noticed he was as tired as he was until they tried talking to him. Bro can not understand a word being said to him at any given moment. Not to mention he sounds like the dyslexic scene from the ghost stories dub. Rin or someone probably throws him onto his bed only for him to almost instantly pass out lmao.

Sen - everyone knew he was lacking sleep when the saw him poor an energy drink into black coffee and say sorry to a wall for walking into it. He eventually falls asleep on the common areas couch and his classmates just leave him there undisturbed. (Monoma did draw on his face with a sharpie thought)

Kamakiri - it takes so long for people to find out hes lacking sleep. Him cussing at objects and drinking 12 black coffees in five minutes or less is considered normal for some reason. They only realize hes desperately needs rest when he doesn't immediately try to fight tetsu when he asks to train his quirk. He probably just ends up falling asleep on his own since he dosent let his classmates in his room anyways.

Kuroiro - bro is always sleep deprived so nothings new. He goes on average 2-3 days without sleep. So him walking into class with a bag full of energy drinks and a large black coffee extra espresso in hand no ones really surprised.

Kendo - shes pretty good at keeping a good sleep schedule but because of that kendo losing only a few hours of sleep can really mess with her head. So a full all nighter has her seeing stars and stuff. Everyone can instantly tell shes exhausted and all it takes is for someone to ask her to go take a nap and she does just that no problem.

Kodai - when shes sleep deprived she actually becomes more talkative but shes yawning in the middle of every sentence and constantly losing her train of thought (not to mention she poured an entire pot of coffee onto the floor before realizing she missed her cup completely.) Komori or kendo probably takes her to bed lmao

Komori - shes a very loving person so when shes sleep deprived its probably because she struggles sleeping without someone near her. Shes probably used to sleepovers with the other girls (mostly pony and setsuna) so once the girls see komori bite into a piece of tree bark she found on the ground they decided to hold a small sleepover to help her out.

Shiozaki - its really hard for her to become tired much less sleep deprived since she can absorb a little energy from the sun with her vine hair (at least thats what the wiki said) but since shes used to the sun giving her a little boost she quickly becomes tired during long periods of clouds and rain with little sunlight. She starts to doze off while standing and kendo has had to carry her to her room more than once during this.

Shishida - once he starts getting tired he takes less care of his hair(fur?) And it quickly starts getting tangled and matted. He unintentionally starts sounding like an old man thats fought both world wars. Idk its just his tired tone of voice lmao. He probably doesn't drink energy drinks so when hes sleep deprived there isnt a moment where there isnt a black coffee in his hand. He probably ends up falling asleep sitting up in a chair.

Shoda - if hes lacking too much sleep and the coffee and energy drinks arnt helping anymore he will simply fall asleep at his desk for a few minutes at a time or in the common area. If hes that sleep deprived he will catch up on sleep through little naps throughout the day instead of just going to bed normally. (Which arguably makes his sleep deprivation worse)

Pony - when shes sleep deprived she dosent bother with brushing her hair in the mornings or things like that so as she gets less and less sleep she looks more and more like a zombie. She probably is a lot like komori and needs one of the girls to help her sleep a bit.

Tsubaraba - hes always sleep deprived. It gives charachter. He'll go for days without sleep and not even notice until one of his classmates point out how hes taking to his own shadow. Rin and awase got him to go to bed. (It took welding him down but if it works it works)

Tetsutetsu - not getting proper sleep isnt manly in his opinion, so he tries his best to take good care of his sleep schedule. So on the rare times where he is lacking sleep hes not sure what to do. He ends up falling asleep in class and staying asleep until schools over pretty much. Other than being really tired and barely being able to form a coherent sentence hes not as bad sleep deprived as ya think.

Tokage - she will say absolutely anything and everything she thinks of when shes tired and she will be immediately forget what she said. Its not anything mean or remotely understandable for that matter, but she will say it. She seems the type to get more tired from things like coffee and energy drinks so those dont help. The only way she gets any sleep is either from the girls sleepover or by actually collapsing

Manga - pulling 4 all nighters in a row just to draw was not his smartest moment. Doing that during exam season was an even dumber move. He pulled up to class without a pencil or book of any kind but he had a black coffee with triple espresso. He dosent like coffee but he forgot until he was already half way done with his coffee and the bitter taste hit him like a truck. After that he slept for like 2 and a half days straight.

Honenuki - he can go 4 or 5 days without sleep but in those final few hours on the last day he loses all grip on sanity lmaoo. He'll be fine and then suddenly he'll be drinking 12 energy drinks in one sitting and forgetting his own name. Hes pretty good at getting himself to sleep at that point tho.

Bondo - no one can tell hes sleep deprived until he falls asleep standing up. He starts moving all sluggish like and is constantly yawning but other than that not much of a difference despite how tired he is. He probably ends up falling asleep in the common area.

Monoma - he loses an hour of sleep and he'll look like he hasn't slept in months. So even one all nighter causes him to get the biggest eye bags youve ever seen. He can only stay awake thanks to the multiple energy drinks he has. He finally gets some sleep after kendo knocked him out.

Reiko - she usually stays up later than the rest of the class so shes used to having a bit less sleep than some of her classmates but the second she starts walking into walls because she can barely keep her eyes open she knows its time for bed. When she gets like this she can sleep for almost a full day and a half and still be tired when she wakes up. Becoming sleep deprived is how she knows its bed time.

Rin - the only reason he would ever lose sleep is if he stayed up all night studying or some nerdy thing like that lmao. Day of the test he walks in with the biggest eye bags and 12 energy drinks in his bag only to pass out the second it starts and not wake up all day. He refuses to pull all nighters after his final grade dropped 20% from that.

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Since I want some things to really change, and I know many other things have to within an adaptation, I have been trying to predict rather than speculate for s3 of Bridgerton after having read book 4 a while ago and following s3 of Bridgerton recently.

I just want to speculate on information from the book & show, using photo stills, the trailer and their book. And I really can't tell if the "unmasking LW" plot will be part of the story, or if that drama with Cressida and Colin knowing was shifted to Eloise entirely. I do really want the Pen & Lady D bonding to still happen though!

Semi-predictions:

Ep 1: Colin returns from abroad, Pen is snubbed by Eloise at an outdoor occasion (and possibly Colin). She sets up her whole new wardrobe she debuts at the ball. Colin asks her to dance and Pen says no (rmb), Penelope is mocked by Cressida (possibly dress torn) after seeing her buddy up with Eloise, Pen heads outside leading to the famous sneak peek. After that ball, Pen feels alone and more determined than ever to marry.

Ep 2: Colin goes to the Featherington garden to apologize to Penelope and she remains sure of herself, let's him know she needs to take a husband and he offers to help. Then (the succession of these events are kinda fuzzy) the two promenade for suitors, Pen is embarrassing/embarrassed, they go to that fair where he reassures her in the tent, then she asks for "dating help" basically. They're in the B family drawing room... in the middle of the day... ALONE, practicing flirting- Hence the freak out at the end of the sneak peek. He gets her to hide/to the study and the HAND INJURY SCENE occurs in some capacity. Important things that would transfer: Colin is thinking "Why am I so desperate to kiss this hot woman in front of me??" and Pen asks for a kiss.

Now, here's where I think it differs based on all the promo: Pen immediately takes it back/Colin refuses on account of her honor. THEN, they go to the ball where Pen is wearing the cute snowflake necklace and they're laughing. Colin realizes suitors still aren't really courting Penelope/maybe he is accidentally scaring them away. SO, in his guilt, he agrees to kiss her but it has to be later that night in private. (He might not tell her this, but just decide this then show up and tell her, then kiss her) This would be the chin-hold in the garden still.

Ep3: Oof so here's where things take some turns, based on spoilers of sequence of events and certain scenes. In my head, the episode starts with the confirmed dream of C & P in the garden, and instead of the more chaste kiss he most likely gave her in Ep 2, he goes a little... more feral. And that leads to the clip of him shooting up in bed. There's an event in one of the houses where Pen meets Debling. Then, the outdoor festival where the boys are pulling ropes and something goes wrong leading to the Pen & Debling super close in public still. From screeners, this ep is apparently another time Colin is with sex workers BUT this time is different and he can't get it up. The is a ball (of course) and Pen dances with Debling, Colin's sad and broody.

Ep4: Gotta be honest, feel like this episode was shown the least in the trailer, obviously for good reason. So, in the book Pen doesn't have a suitor so this narrative shift a lot of the Polin stuff I think. I believe this is the episode with the scene of Colin asking his mother if friendship is the best foundation for love. And my kind of out-there prediction is that: Colin confesses he has some feelings, Debling tries to propose, Pen is overwhelmed and doesn't accept, Colin rushes out after her and..... the CARRIAGE SCENE happens and the cliffhanger is him proposing.

I believe the second half will be a lot about the tension with Eloise, the families learning of and accepting the engagement, Colin maybe finding out about LW, and Colin finding himself and his passions.

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton spoilers #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #polin #romancing mr. bridgerton #rmb

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A/N: So, this is my first ever fanfic that I’m writing because there are not enough Two Night Stand fanfics and Alec is adorable. I left it unedited, so I apologize for any grammatical/punctuation errors that might be in there.

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Summary: Three years after a rollercoaster of what was supposed to be a one night stand, Alec finds out that his girlfriend is pregnant.

WC: 1897

Warnings: Fainting, Swearing, Mentions of Pregnancy, Financial Troubles

Part 2 Part 3

No Matter What, We’ll Be Okay

New York City was always active, but there was an unusual lull in the activity with the news of an imminent blizzard due to start in a few hours. Blizzards rarely overtook the city in the time that Y/N had lived there, but when they did there was no way anyone could go anywhere for at least a few days. That was how she’d met Alec only a few years ago when she was a fresh college graduate with no idea what direction her life was heading after having her heart crushed by her fiance. At the time she was just looking for a one night stand to try and ease herself back into the dating scene, but she ended up trapped in Alec’s apartment for the entire weekend. The first few hours after her attempted walk of shame were tense, to put it lightly, after Alec had accidentally suggested that she sought out hookups often and she had told him that he was absolutely terrible in bed. After a while, they both relaxed and spent their time really getting to know eachother and they even gave themselves a do-over from their initial mediocre hookup. They’d given eachother criticisms and decided to put their theories to the test “for science” as they’d insisted at the time. What neither of them would admit was that they were already unfortunately and irrevocably smitten with eachother. Y/N had opened up to Alec about some of the things she’d had a lot of trouble discussing with anyone else, and she’d deeply regretted that choice when she discovered the photos of Alec’s girlfriend Daisy. The photos and the closet full of women’s clothes were enough to send Y/N running despite Alec’s desperate pleas for her to hear him out.

The days following her departure from his apartment were torturous for the both of them. Alec was desperately searching for a way to find Y/N so he could apologize properly and Y/N had buried herself in comforters and ate far more ice cream than she should have. It all came to a head when he’d gotten her arrested for breaking into his neighbor’s apartment while they were snowed in. She never had figured out why he’d even imagined that getting her arrested would make her want to see him even though he’d tried to pay her bail. By some miracle, though, it had worked as she said she’d call him if she ever laughed about the situation. Her anger lasted less than an hour, though, because he’d given her a horribly cheesy red balloon that read “I’m Sorry” on one side and “I’m an asshole” on the other.

The memory makes Y/N laugh quietly as she prepares their dinner, unaware that her boyfriend of three years had snuck into their shoebox of an apartment just in time to hear her laugh. Ordinarily, he’d have been content to prop himself against the wall to admire his girlfriend for a moment after returning from work, but his curiosity as to why she was laughing was overpowering. He bites his lip gently in concentration as he sneaks up behind her and winds his arms around her waist, letting out a quiet chuckle as a startled squeak escapes her throat before she relaxes back into his chest.

“What’s so funny?” he asks with a half smile, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek as she simply shakes her head fondly. He raises an eyebrow expectantly as she laughs again and turns the stove off, moving the stir fry she’d cooked away from the heat. “Come on, tell me what’s so funny,” he pleads with a tiny pout as she spins in his grip to drape her arms over his shoulders and press a kiss to his lips.

“I was just thinking about how you managed to worm your way back into my life after being an ass,” she says with a smile. “That stupid balloon should not have won me over as easily as it did, but I don’t regret forgiving you for a moment.” At her admission, Alec smiles and shakes his head as his cheeks and ears flush a light shade of pink in embarrassment. He suppresses the urge to groan at the memory of one of the stupidest stunts he’d pulled in his life, but he was still content with the result of that decision because he managed to win over the girl he loved.

“I’m just glad that the balloon worked, I would’ve been miserable waiting to know if you would ever forgive me for everything I’d put you through back then,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I thought you were planning on making pork chops tonight,” he murmurs in confusion, glancing at the stir fry that sat cooling on the stove. There was no malice behind his words, the confusion came from the fact that Y/N rarely changed the plans she had for the day because it would throw off whatever rhythm she had going for the day. In spite of his confusion, though, he notices the subtle change in her expression. She’s still smiling at him, but the smile had fallen slightly and no longer met her eyes. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asks as he fully registers the anxiety his girlfriend was now feeling.

“I… I couldn’t cook the pork chops tonight,” she says quietly, trying to avoid meeting his eyes. “The smell made me nauseous, so I decided to make something else. I’m just glad I managed to finish it before you made it home.” While what she had said wasn’t completely a lie, she was still working up the courage to tell Alec why she had been feeling sick the past couple of weeks. She’s pregnant and she’d found out a week ago, but she’s terrified of telling Alec because they were already struggling to keep up with their bills even if Alec wouldn’t tell her as much. To her dismay, Alec doesn’t accept the answer and pushes her hair back gently to be able to look into her eyes a little better.

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything. Whatever is bothering you, I really don’t want you having to deal with it by yourself,” he says gently, his expression quickly filling with worry when he sees her eyes fill with tears. “No matter what is going on, we can get through it,” he murmurs, using the pad of his thumb to brush away the tears that begun to slip down her cheek before pulling her head against his chest. Y/N melts into his embrace, allowing a weak whimper to break the silence. She takes a few moments to collect herself, gently pulling herself out of Alec’s hold.

“Alec, you should sit down,” she whispers pleadingly, but Alec refuses. He doesn’t want to sit away from Y/N when she is clearly upset. Begrudgingly, she accepts that Alec isn’t going to sit down and she draws in a deep breath. “Alec, I’m pregnant,” she breathes, searching his face for some hint of how he would handle the knews. She’s not entirely surprised by the sudden blank look on his face, but she had anticipated a look of panic. “Alec?” she asks quietly, snapping in front of his face to try and break him out of the state of shock he was clearly in. The snapping didn’t do much to quell the sudden lightheadedness he felt at the news, he isn’t upset at the prospect of having a child at all. Rather, he is terrified of not being able to provide for his girlfriend and his child while they are already struggling financially. His mind is still reeling at the new information when he feels the world tilt under his feet and black overtakes his vision.

Y/N lets out a panicked gasp when she sees Alec’s eyes roll back and his body start to drop, barely managing to slow his fall enough that he doesn’t slam his head on the ground. She shifts a bit and settles his head onto her lap, tapping his cheek gently in an attempt to wake him. “Alec, sweetheart, I need you to wake up. Passing out is kind of a fucked up response to finding out you’ll be a dad,” she whispers jokingly, trying to calm herself down because panicking would not do any good for her or her presently unconscious boyfriend. Thankfully, it takes just under a minute for his eyes to flutter open. “Hey, asshole,” Y/N whispers. “You scared the shit out of me.” She quickly presses her hand to the center of his chest when he attempts to sit up. “No, you’ve got to lay down for a few more minutes. If you try to get up too fast you’ll just pass out again.”

Alec nods reluctantly, and grabs her hand gently. “Sorry for scaring you,” he murmurs softly, pulling her hand to his mouth to press a gentle kiss on her palm. “I didn’t mean to pass out, I just got dizzy trying to figure out how I’ll be able to take care of you both,” he admits with a small frown. “New York City isn’t exactly a cheap place to live, but I’ll manage. I’ll make sure we’re okay,” he promises, carefully pushing himself into a sitting position before pulling her into his lap. “We’ll manage and we’ll do our best to give the baby the best life we can.”

Y/N smiles slightly, tears filling her eyes again as she buries her face in his neck and wraps her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispers, her voice shaking as she withholds the sobs she wants to let out. “I should’ve told you sooner, but I was scared. I didn’t think you’d leave, but I really expected you to panic and for this to become a fight,” she murmurs, even though she knew the thought was irrational given that Alec had always been an easy going guy.

Alec nods slightly in understanding, kissing the side of her head gently. “Even if I had panicked immediately, I would’ve tried not to make it a fight,” he says reassuringly. “Besides, I know that you know I’d never intentionally start a fight, especially over something like this. Condoms break, so it’s not your fault. It’s going to be hard and it’s going to take some figuring out, but I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to take care of both of you,” he murmurs, squeezing her gently. “I love you, Y/N.”

She nods quickly against his neck and pulls back some. “I love you too, Alec,” she whispers and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, which he returns with a bit more eagerness. With a small smile, she pulls away from the kiss and giggles at the pout that is now etched on Alec’s lips. “You kissing me like that is the reason we’re going to be parents,” she jokes with a playful, teary eyed smile. “Now, get up. Dinner is getting cold,” she says, standing up and holding her hand out for him to take.

As Alec gets to his feet, his hand still firmly grasping Y/N’s, she knows one thing for certain: no matter what comes their way in the following months, they will be okay.

Part 2 Part 3

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piracytheorist · 2 years

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Top 5 Colin moments!

5. Just today I was thinking about the goodbye scene in OUAT 5x20 "Firebird".

God, we absolutely did not deserve Colin here (neither did the script but that's besides the point). The way you see that Hook's heart is shattering right in front of us yet he then tries to put on a smile so that Emma doesn't lose it too... It’s because of how real it feels. How sad and pained his smile later looks - while he’s still crying - that it feels so fucking raw and real. And so, despite the oppositions I have to this scene in regards to narration (like, why have such an emotional goodbye when everyone fucking knows y’all aren’t gonna keep them apart) it’s still an amazingly acted scene that Colin deserves awards for.

4. Any, and I mean any, moment of him + music is an instant fave for me. Considering his guitar and singing skills it’s an outright crime that outside the OUAT musical, the only time he’s showed those on screen was for The Dust Storm (Douxie technically doesn’t count because a) he doesn’t sing (as well as Colin does at least) and b) he’s animated, we don’t see Colin’s talent come to life), so Brennan it is.

Like, sometimes people confuse “music” with “performance”. It’s one thing to be able to pick up an instrument and play something. But to be able to perform in front of an audience? I am a musician myself, but I am not a soloist performer. I mean, I could technically do it, but I’d get too stressed and nervous and in general it’s not my forte - nor my preference. Other things regarding music are that, and with my experience I have a much deeper respect for musicians who are good performers. And Colin is exactly that. He’s shy and reserved but once he picks up a guitar he turns into a wholly different human, and I love that.

3. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t choose a whumpy scene, and I think the one most showing of Colin’s talent is the one in 5x14, where he rejects Hades’ deal.

It’s... wow. With a shit-ton of makeup on him, one of his eyes covered with that fake skin thing, and he still nails the portrayal of Hook’s emotions - his anger at Hades, his defiance, his pain, and most of all, his fear. Like, when he closes his eyes and winces, because he knows that with Hades getting angry, more pain is coming... god im safsfddgstersfgdfhg

2. The ending of What StiΙl Remains.

Again, Peter is fully a problematic fave, I'd never condone or excuse anything he does in the film; but you very damn well understand why he turned that way. And in the end, he's just broken and lost and is just absolutely desperate to find something to give his life meaning. And Colin slays in this moment. How he portrays that feeling of emptiness and, at the same time, despair to find a footing. And even though you can’t help but hate him by the end, you also feel a bit (or a lot!) sorry about how his life and his circumstances have turned him into that kind of monster.

1. I think I’ll forever and always lose my fucking mind with the scene where Hook sings his mother’s lullaby to baby Alice.

One of the gifsets I reblogged from that very moment, just a little while after I was done watching the episode, I had tagged as this:

and I still kinda miss having a gif of it as my header. But seriously, especially considering that Colin has talked about how he loves this scene, because he was having fresh emotions from his own daughter’s birth as he was holding that baby, and you can just see how that bleeds into his acting of Hook as a father who’s immediately adoring his newborn daughter... I think it will legitimately stay with me forever.

Ask me my Top 5/Top 10 anything!

#Colin O'Donoghue #Killian Jones #ouat #The Dust Storm #What Stil Remains #ask and ye shall receive #jollysailorswan

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with-love-from-hell · 1 year

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5 Sides of Human

{Part fourteen}

Genre: Mixed

WC: ~4.5k

CW: Mammon is a bit of a jerk, SUGGESTIVE (e.g. Levi gets a boner lol), pining, kissing, anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, depression and vague mentions of disordered eating/restricting food, mentions of OCD, allusion to past trauma, brief shower scene(?) but nothing really happens, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, spoilers for season 1&2!

A/N: I updated this again because ive been feeling like shit and writing helps me a lot. This part is a wild mixture of cute and angsty so just be warned!

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Storm sighed as she stared into the fridge, realizing the new juice she had bought from the store was likely drank on one of Beel’s late night eating sprees despite labeling it in three places. Between the stress of having to dedicate even more time to the play than before, classes, and whatever was going on between Diavolo and Solomon that they declined to share with anyone, things had easily went from enjoyable and relaxed to overly demanding and frustrating. The juice wasn’t a big deal, all things considered, but it was just the icing on top of the stress cake she was being served. She closed the refrigerator with a reluctant sadness, residing herself to making some tea instead.

“Oh, Storm.” Beel smiled as he entered the kitchen. “I’m glad you’re here. I have something for you.”

Storm raised a brow. “Is it a replacement for the juice you stole from me?”

“Well...yes...” Beel flushed, hoping she hadn’t yet noticed he had done that. “I’m sorry.”

Storm shrugged, feeling slightly bad for how the words seemed to come off as calloused rather than teasing. “It’s okay. Thanks for getting me a new one.”

“That’s not all though.” Beel dug around in one of the grocery bags hanging from his giant forearms. His face lifted as he came across a small Styrofoam clamshell decorated with striped yellow ribbon. He handed in to Storm, gently releasing it into her hands with a delicate blush on his face. “I found this at Madame Screams and thought of you.”

“Oh...” Storm blinked for a moment before tilting her head to the side slightly. She tugged carefully at the ribbon until it fell apart and opened the gift carefully. Inside was a small macaron, decorated to look like a fluffy pink sheep. She smiled, reminiscing on the time they had drank that weird potion that was supposed to give animal traits for a whole day- which was true for everyone but her- as she was actually turned into a small sheep for about a week given the potency of the potion on humans.

Beel watched her reaction nervously, hoping she had found the sweet gift that he had desperately tried not to eat on the way home as delectable as he did. “I hope you like it...”

Storm beamed at him. “I do, thank you. I don’t even want to eat it- it’s so cute!”

Beel’s tummy grumbled. “I think you should- otherwise my subconscious might find it later.”

Storm giggled closing the clamshell and wrapping her arms around Beel’s midsection. He smiled warmly, resting his hands around her upper back. He always forgot how small she was in comparison to him until she hugged him- as he easily towered at least a foot and a half over her. After a moment she parted, and they began light-hearted chatter about her day. In the middle of Storm talking about her worries about the play, Beel finally gained the confidence to ask her what he had wanted to when he gave her the macaron, interjecting her train of thought.

“Can I ask you something serious, Storm?” He asked, fidgeting with his large fingers. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you, but-”

“No, it’s okay!” Storm reassured with a smile. “Ask away.”

“Well...” Beel shifted his weight nervously. “After the play, there’s a ball being held and...I was wondering if you wanted to...you know...go with me?”

Storm’s eyes softened, finding it hard to come up with the words to reject Beel, given how sweet he always was to her. If she were being honest, Beel was the only one other than Lucifer she would want to go with to the event, as she had grown so close to him since they had first met. He truly was like her best friend here, and he always went out of his way to ensure she was protected, valued, and well-fed. She opened her mouth to speak after a moment to think over her words, only to have her thought interrupted by Mammon crashing into the room. He seemingly had tripped or lost his footing, and upon closer inspection, Storm could see the remnants of rope sagging off of his midsection and forearms. She cracked a smile, realizing he had probably been strung from the ceiling again for neglecting to schedule his shift at the cafe.

“Hey! Storm!” He panted trying to collect himself and shake off the remaining rope. “I need ya! Now. Come on!”

He attempted to pull her from the room, but she managed to worm her way out of his grasp. “Mammon, slow down. Can’t this wait like 5 minutes? I’m in the middle of-”

Mammon whipped around, a brief look of desperation crossing his face. “No! It’s...It’s important, ‘kay? So let’s go!”

Storm tried to pull back on him but his grip was too strong. She mouthed an apology to Beel before disappearing out of the room. Beel’s shoulders slumped, realizing that Mammon had probably overheard their conversation after freeing himself from the ceiling. He sighed, settling in on a stool with his cheek resting on his fist, trying his best to ignore the macaron that Storm had left on the counter. Beel’s stomach grumbled loudly. As he placed a hand over his belly, he silently hoped she’d come back soon.

Mammon dragged Storm toward his room, her pleas for him to tell her what this is all about falling on seemingly deaf ears. He finally released her after ensuring no one had followed them and closing the door, breathing a sigh of relief and leaving back against the cool wood as he finally calmed down.

“So are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?” Storm crossed her arms, noting the change in demeanor seemed to negate the so-called importance of what he had to say to her.

Mammon gulped, feeling his cheeks heat up as they stared at each other. “Uhh...I...I just wanted to- uh-”

Storm raised an eyebrow.

Mammon dropped his eyes to the floor, taking a deep breath and pushing the words out before he could second guess himself. “W-will you go to the ball with me?”

Storm sighed, realizing now that she would likely have to go through this two more times with Belphie and Levi before being able to live in peace. “I appreciate the offer, Mammon, but I can’t go with you.”

Mammon’s eyes snapped open, a look of betrayal crossing his eyes. “Huh?! W-why not?!”

Storm was taken aback by the harshness of his tone. “I’m not going with anyone- I wanted it to be fair considering I’ve already been asked by 4 of you. I don’t want anyone hurt by me going with one person over another and-”

“That’s stupid.” Mammon grumbled, folding his arms. “If ya wanna go with someone, you go with ‘em. Who cares about someone else’s feelings bein’ hurt.”

“Well...” Storm shrugged, feeling a twinge of hurt by Mammon’s now calloused attitude. “I care. And It’s my choice, so I’m sorry, but the answer is still no.”

“Tch.” Mammon gritted his teeth, trying to swallow down the embarrassment and hurt at being rejected. “Whatever. It’s not like I can’t find someone else to go with.”

Storm tensed, pulling her arms tighter around her chest. She tried to offer a smile to fix his bruised ego. “Yeah, I mean- you’re the Great Mammon, after all. It shouldn’t be that hard for you.”

“Damn right.” Mammon forced a smirk, covering his hurt with over-confidence. “I can get someone with way better than you, and prettier too, and don’t ya forget it. You should be honored that I even stooped so low to ask you in the first place!”

Storm blinked rapidly as her jaw slacked in surprise at his insult. Before she could offer a rebuttal, Mammon muttered something about being busy and grabbed her by the bicep and pushed her out of his room, slamming the door behind him. She stood in the hallway for a moment, replaying what had just transpired in her head. Her mood dampened as she ran his last words on loop, now forgetting that she had been preoccupied with something before being dragged away by Mammon in the first place.

She slowly shuffled toward her room, vaguely rejecting an offer from Belphie and Fern to join their game of hide-and-seek with Luke, Solomon, and Asmo as they ran other down the hall. She even bypassed Lucifer’s warm greeting and request for her presence in his office to talk about how classes were going in favor of shutting herself away. Lucifer frowned as she closed the door, noticing the sadness in her movements as she did so. Concern for her wellbeing welled in his chest as his heart beat faster, urging him to check on her. He paused at her door as the sound of a vase shattering on the floor downstairs caught his attention, pulling him away from her for now. He reminded himself to come back and see her after punishing whoever was responsible, and turned on his heel toward the sound.

“What should I do, Henry?” Levi frantically paced around the room. “What if I wait too long and one of my brothers asks her first? It’s not like she’d want to go with some weird Otaku like me anyway, even as a friend. Maybe I should just do it. Just go to her door and sweep her off her feet like the hero in Nadeshiko of the Eerie Mountain...but what if I'm interrupting her while she’s doing something important?!”

Henry stared vacantly at him as he continued pacing, providing nothing more than a sound board for his voice to reflect off of as he spiraled in the potential rejection. He had been unable to land on a decision for if he should be the one to ask Storm to the ball or if he should wait to see if she asks him. He didn’t really want to make a big fuss out of it, but his anxious thoughts wouldn’t stop going over every possibility of rejection or failure. He knew the stakes weren’t that high- he was only asking her out as a friend, after all. But even so, the thought of having to ask her to such an event filled him with anxiety.

After approaching an hour, his musings were finally interrupted by Sarah barging into his room unannounced.

“Levi! Lookie lookie!” Sarah shoved a box into his arms unexpectedly, nearly causing him to trip and fall into his shelf of manga. He barely had time to scold her for walking in unannounced, let alone for the fact that she clearly picked the lock on his door or figured out a spell to unlock it so she could come in as she pleased.

“Ahgh...What is this?” Levi picked at the tape on top of the box, trying to get it open.

“Oh, just a lil’ somethin’ I had sent here from the Human World with the help of Solomon.” She grinned widely, the mischievousness behind it causing Levi to become a bit more anxious. “I had been saving up some cash to get it for you.”

“What are you...” Levi trailed off as he finally got the tape to yield and opened the flaps. Inside the box was a firm acrylic figure of the Lord of Shadows, clearly taken after his likeness. He carefully pulled it out of the box and looked over the fine details, his breath stolen away from the immaculate design. He glanced up at Sarah with his jaw dropped and face drained of color. “Why...h-how..?”

“Well when you showed me your TSL cosplay while you were talking about costume designs for the plan, you seemed like, super crazy about it. And I liked it too. So I decided to get connected to an artist from the human world who was able to make this based off of a picture of you and the description I was able to provide of the character.” Sarah brushed her finger against the figure’s hair line and giggled. “Look, they even got your hair color perfect!”

Levi felt tears well behind his eyes at such a kind gesture. He clutched the figure to his heart as he averted her satisfied eyes, finding it hard to express his gratitude. “W-why would you get this for me?”

“Well it’s part of a bigger thing, really.” Sarah laughed nervously, now blushing slightly. “Hehe, I don’t usually get this nervous when I do this.”

“Nervous..? Why would you be-” Levi glanced up at her just in time for Sarah’s lips to crash into his. His eyes widened with shock, but he didn’t pull away. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he slowly placed his empty shaking hand on her hips and squeezed his eyes shut. Never before had he been kissed like this. Her lips tasted sweet, like maraschino cherries, and they were soft too. The thoughts of asking Storm to go to the ball as friends drifted from his brain, only to be replaced with a high-romance scenario of him and Sarah dancing alone together- like Prince Charming and Cinderella- which is such a normie ass thing to think about, he thought to himself.

After what seemed like an eternity, Sarah parted her lips from his. Levi slowly opened his eyes to be met with her alluring sunset irises covered briefly by slow, suggestive blinks. He breathed heavily as he stared at her, not noticing the growing problem that Sarah had already been keenly aware of.

“Do you wanna go to the ball with me, Levi-chan?” She whispered the words against his chin before placing a few kisses to his jaw line.

Levi squeaked nervously in response, now becoming aware of how sensual the moment was becoming. He backed up away from her, hiding the deep burning blush on his cheeks with his arm. Sarah giggled, taking one, long stride toward him and pushing him against the wall.

“You’re so cute.” Sarah mused, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Levi squeaked again, now putting both arms up to hide his face.

Sarah laughed in response, finally backing away and giving him some space. “I’m serious, though. I wanna go to the ball with you. I’m sure you’re probably not even going because it’s for normies, but-”

“YES.”

Sarah jumped at the yell that passed by Levi’s arms. “What was that?”

“Y-yes...” Levi lowered his arms slightly, giving a frantic nod as he tried to find the ability to speak. “The ball...with you...hgnn...y-yes.”

“Yay!” Sarah squealed, bouncing on her toes and clapping her hands. She rushed at Levi, giving him a brief tight hug. Then she skipped toward the door. “Now I can go looking for an outfit with Asmo! Weeee!”

Her gleeful voice trailed off as she excitedly squealed down the hallway, presumably heading toward Asmo’s room to tell him the good news. As Levi gently closed his door, he could hear two separate “Shut up, Sarah”’s from Vivi and Belphie, as well as a kinder, but sterner “Stop making all that noise” from Lucifer.

Levi tried to regain his breath, resting his back against the door and sliding down to the floor with his knees folded into his chest. He took another glance at the figure- which was now doused in his nervous sweat, but still looked perfect all the same. He felt a twinge of guilt for accepting something like this from someone who wasn’t his Henry; that was a title reserved exclusively for Storm. After all, she was his best friend- or well, he thought she was, at least- but he didn’t quite know how she felt about him. With Sarah, he apparently didn’t need to guess.

He clutched the figure to his heart again, feeling a fond smile curl onto his lips. Levi had a date- Him! It was a miracle to him that a 3D, real-life person could find him appealing enough to ask on a date- let alone kiss with such passion! He jumped up from the floor, immediately searching on the Majolish website for an outfit to wear to the ball. If Sarah was going to dress to the nines, then he should to. It’s only right that he ensure she wouldn’t regret the choice!

A swift knock to the bathroom door jolted Storm from her thoughts. She cleared her throat, wiping away the mucus and tears that had amassed on her face. “Y-yes?”

“Aye, you alright?” Fern’s voice was clear over the sound of the pattering water on the tile. “You’ve been in there for like an hour.”

In reality it had been way longer than that, and Storm knew it. She hadn’t left the bathroom since her conversation with Mammon earlier that afternoon. The longer she ruminated on the harsh words he said to her, the more they hurt, sending her spiraling deep into a pit of self-loathing. Part of her knew that Mammon didn’t mean anything he said- as it wasn’t uncommon for him to say something mean when his ego had been bruised. A bigger part of her though- the part of her that had felt this same sting from other’s similar words in the past- took it and ran with it.

“I’m fine, just not feeling good.” She lied through her teeth, returning to her resting position against the shower wall.

“Well, Overlord Ass-Face told me to come get you for Dinner. It’ll be ready in like 5 minutes.” There was a pause, along with murmured talking. “Did you want us to save you a portion, or bring it to you?”

Storm winced, realizing that someone else- likely one of the brothers- was with Fern. “N-no. That’s ok. I’m not hungry”

There was another moment of silence, followed by more murmured talking from behind the bathroom door. “Ok, well let us know if you need anything.”

Storm breathed a sigh of relief, letting the tension in her body relax. The last thing she wanted was to put anyone out of their way because of her emotions. She preferred to keep them to herself if she could. Being a burden was something she was all too familiar with, and she didn’t want anyone else to think she needed special attention because she couldn’t handle hearing what she thought was the truth spilling from Mammon’s lips. Though, she did know she couldn’t avoid everyone forever. Clearly she had captured too much attention already.

Storm took a few more minutes to breath under the shower before slowly turning off the scalding hot water. She took her time drying off her body, and even longer drying her long hair. She wondered how dinner with the others was going, and found her mouth salivating at the thought of what Lucifer had prepared for Dinner tonight. She shook her head, trying to push the thought of how hungry she was away.

After dressing in her sleep shirt and underwear, she finally opened the bathroom door to be met with a very anxious Malice. Steam billowed out behind her as she kneeled down and rubbed his ears briefly. She heard his nervous whining when she was in the shower, but part of her just wanted to be completely alone. She tucked herself into bed, ignoring Malice’s tugs on the blanket to inform her it wasn’t time for bed yet. She swatted him away, repeating the word “bed” until he reluctantly dropped the duvet from his teeth and climbed into bed with her.

“Are you sure we should just leave her there?”

“She said she was feeling sick, didn’t she? She probably just needs rest.”

“Belphie, I know her better than both of you. She does this when she’s feeling sad. We should do something for her.”

Beelzebub, Belphegor, and Fern whispered sternly to each other before calling back that Storm could tell them if she needed anything. Belphie seemed confident that Storm would be fine, but Beel and Fern knew better. They hesitated before going down to dinner, the entire time brainstorming ways to cheer their friend up while the others argued over trivial things.

The only one at the table who was oddly quiet was Mammon, who hardly ate anything off of his plate. He poked at the curry in front of him until someone finally caught notice that he was not being his usual loud self.

“What seems to be troubling you, Mammon?” Lucifer leaned over, trying not to capture the attention of the rest of the table.

“It’s nothin’.” Mammon grumbled back. “I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t seem like ‘nothin’” Lucifer added, setting down his fork and turning his full attention toward Mammon. He lowered his voice further, trying to ensure others wouldn’t overhear. “Are the witches after you again?”

“Why do you care?” Mammon snapped, stabbing into the curry with his fork. The rest of the table grew silent, turning to look at Mammon.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to keep his tone calm. “Because I’m your brother.”

“Tch.” Mammon gritted his teeth, having no interest in talking about how hurt he was at Storm’s rejection with him. He pushed away his plate and got up from the table. Without another word, he stormed out of the room, leaving Lucifer and the others in a state of confusion.

“Is this maybe related to what’s going on with Storm?” Fern leaned over to Beel as they watched Mammon angrily leave the room.

Beel sighed, shrugging. “Maybe. He doesn’t seem like he’d talk about it now though. Really the only person to get him to open up when he’s like this is Storm, so I guess we wont know.”

Lucifer sighed, clearing out both his and Mammon’s space on the table. After taking his food to the kitchen to dispose of, he mulled over which of the two individuals who were acting strange would be talked to first. Because of Mammon’s irritability and clear disinterest in talking about what was going on, he decided to first approach Storm.

Lucifer cleared his throat before knocking gently on the door to Storm & Fern’s room. There was silence, followed by a small “boof” from Malice. Lucifer knocked once more, announcing he was coming in. When a response wasn’t received, he chose to slowly open the door.

The room was mostly dark, only illuminated by the dim fairy lights hanging from the canopy above Storm’s bed. Her body faced the wall away from the door from what he could tell, and Malice laid over her legs, staring at Lucifer with wide eyes. He whined quietly, making Lucifer think he merely needed to be let outside. As Lucifer approached and called out to her, he could see the gentle rise and fall of her stomach under the blankets that indicated she was asleep.

Perhaps she really wasn’t feeling well, he posited, slowly sitting down on the edge of the mattress behind her. He ran his hand over her forehead, brushing the hair out of the way to try to get a feel for if she had been developing a fever. Malice grumbled lightly, as if to warn Lucifer against touching her. He shushed him in response before taking off his glove and testing her temperature with the back of his hand. She felt a bit warm, but not to the point of a fever. He sighed, opting to run his hand through her hair a few more times before taking his leave, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.

As he opened the door, Lucifer whistled to Malice. The dog hesitated, not wanting to leave Storm alone, but was tempted when Lucifer mentioned he would feed him. Reluctantly, Malice hopped off of her bed, trotting over to Lucifer to be taken care of. He figured it was the least he could do if Storm was feeling sick, figuring the last thing she wanted was to be woken from a dead sleep to the feeling of her dog pissing on her legs. Lucifer stole one last look at her before quietly closing the door.

As he turned to walk down the hallway, Lucifer was toe-to-toe with Mammon. It had only been a few minutes and he was already a mess- unkempt hair, tear stains and mucus smeared across his face, and disheveled clothes. His eyes were red and puffy, but he was clearly trying to hide the fact that he’d been crying.

“Mammon?”

Mammon stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact. “Is Stormy okay?”

Lucifer raised a brow and tilted his chin up slightly. “She’s asleep- she told Fern she wasn’t feeling well. Why?”

There was a pause, and Mammon shifted his weight between his feet. “I dunno.”

Lucifer sighed, crossing his arms. “I think you do know, Mammon. What happened?”

“Tch, Ya act like it’s my fault...” Mammon winced, knowing deep inside that he was indeed the culprit behind the way she was feeling. “I just didn’t see her at dinner ‘n wanted to check on her. That’s it.”

Malice began to whine, nudging Lucifer’s outer thigh with his head. Lucifer glanced down at him and sighed. “I’m taking the dog out to do his business. When I come back, I expect an explanation for what’s going on here. It’s obvious that you know something.” Lucifer brushed past Mammon with Malice on his heel. Malice glanced back at Mammon briefly at the end of the hall before descending the stairs.

Mammon sighed, figuring that Storm wouldn’t want him waking her now- even if it was to apologize for what he’d said to her. A deeper part of him, though, wondered if he would have even be able to do it without begging her to go to the ball with him. Was he really this pathetic? he thought to himself, trying to push the feelings he had down. As he turned and walked back to his room, he tried to give himself an internal pep-talk, telling himself he could maybe change Storm’s mind by doing something nice for her, or getting her some sort of gift...or by maybe even making her jealous.

Mammon paused as the last thought entered his mind.

Make her jealous...yeah, that’s it!!

As if he was hit with a burst of energy, Mammon flung open his door and dug through his piles of clothes for something flashy. He fixed his hair and face in the mirror before bolting out his room, nearly colliding with Lucifer as he ascended the stairs with Malice.

Despite his protests, Mammon continued out the door and down the street to the Fall, adjusting his clothes as he went. He was determined to find a way to convince Storm that she was missing out by rejecting him, and he was certain that his plan would prove fruitful.

#obey me!#obey me #shall we date: obey me #obey me swd #obm #obey me mc #obey me mc: storm #obey me mc: fern #obey me mc: sarah #obey me mc: vivi #obey me mc: heart #obey me: shall we date

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“Finished” Nier

I finally pushed through my run of Nier Replicant 1.5 tonight. My experience was very up and down. I had moments I loved but spent a whole lot of the time annoyed.

It was quite a jarring experience given how much I liked Automata. Which, I’m aware they’re very different games in function but given how the new Nier rerelease had some Automata shine put on to it I went in expecting less aggravation than I got.

The parts I enjoyed most were definitely character ones. I enjoy Taro’s darker- or rather, his unique storytelling. It’s a nice change compared to tropes you’d see more often. The fact he made Drakengard 1′s entire main cast out of tropes her personally dislikes is enough to get me to follow the mans work. lol

For Nier, the things I tended to enjoy the most was the small character interactions. Especially watching Kaine and Weiss give each other shit. I’ll never be able to hear the word hussy and not laugh again.

I loved learning that Weiss is scared of ghosts or that Kaine basically takes Emil camping being far nicer than normal. I also love that she doesn’t want Nier to know this preferring to maintain her “image��.

Nier himself I had the most issue caring about. Perhaps it’s just my western existence but I find his motivation hard to truly engulf in. I spent the game wishing Pappa Nier was in the game instead.

In the time I spent learning DrakeNier lore playing Automata I found Nier’s premise more engaging when Nier is the father, not the brother. I could by a Nier’s motives, and failings against humanity, more when he’s a father. The desperation of a parent is not to be underestimated.

Brother Nier is passable and some scenes do make more sense for this version but I personally can’t be as invested in this version. Although, I do like that Nier-Kaine dynamic.

What would the game be without the love between a murder hobo and her twink~

Sadly the game fell apart for me outside this. Combat is perfectly fine but I had a hard time playing the game. I’d have to force myself to sit down and do it because I was determined to at least do one route by my own power.

And you may wonder how I had such a hard time playing when I liked characters well enough and find combat fine as is. The simple answer is tedium. I tried doing as many side quests as I could.

I wanted to make sure I saw as much of the story as I could and not miss anything given Taro’s reputation. This was admittedly a bad idea because the sheer back track between this and story missions got to me.

It somehow felt frustrating to even go to a story mission after a point. I can not quite figure out why this is. Perhaps it was the constant back track & jog and perhaps some missions just were not fun.

After finishing part 1 I couldn’t take it anymore. I downloaded some saves and played part 2 onward achieving Ending D. The file itself only had Nier two levels higher than the file I had initially done so I didn’t cheese the game in terms of power.

I did however cheese the sidequests. This let me get an ending despite how cheap it would seem to some of you bigger fans. I’m also sure I missed a few story/world beats by doing this but I refused to fetch quest anymore.

The game was just doing something in a way that I couldn’t stand anymore even if I can’t quite place a finger on why. I also refused to do any fishing minigames. A hidden leveling system? 10 or so fish requests? No thank you sir never.

I left this game a bit sad that I couldn’t enjoy it but I can’t bring myself to replay this for a long time. The tedium is just too much, I’ll have to settle for my shameful hacked route D.

I eventually just youtubed the ending E which...left me with so many questions but that’s for a rant or talk with someone more versed in the DrakeNier mythos than myself.

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Editor Derek: I forgot to add that I seemed to be most interested with the story at the intro. I feel way more invested in the fall out and war timeline after Caim and Angelus fell into the Nier world.

This is to the extent that the shift from that intro to the actual story was as stark as my first time playing KH2′s intro in 05 to the story after Sora wakes.

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I’ll leave this on one final humorous note:

I had the audacity to kill shade Nier with a pipe. lmao

#nier #nier replicant #ramblings

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pigstepmp3-moved · 3 years

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favorite buckley sibling moments ↳ requested by @yawnralphio

#maddiebuckleyedit #evanbuckleyedit #buckbuckleyedit #911edit #911foxedit #ch: buck buckley #ch: maddie buckley #tv: 911 #*#yawnralphio #desperately tried to find at least 2 more scenes to gif #but its SO hard to find scenes with them together!!!#s4 pls give them more moments together or else im suing #blood /

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freedomseeker91 · 2 years

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The Ultimate Betrayal….

Chapter 2

Title: This House Is Not A Home

Summary: As Chloe packs up to head for Georgia, she’s haunted by the four walls of the house that she called home for two years, and the deception that brought her there in the first place

Rating: T for Angst/Comfort

Warnings: None

The follow up to the first drabble I wrote. This is a direct follow up to the scene where Chloe confronts Chicago. Hope you enjoy.

As Aubrey pulled up into the driveway of the home Chloe shared with Chicago and killed the engine, Chloe glanced up at the modest two storey and couldn’t help but see nothing except a hollow shell.

A cold, lonely looking building that lacked warmth, comfort. In fact as she looked at it she realised it wasn’t a home, it was merely a house. Bricks and water that glued together a relationship that was never made to fit.

Looking at it now Chloe realised just how empty that house had been. Empty of joy, empty of love. It had essentially become a prison. One Chloe had confined herself to in some vain attempt to overcome the crushing feelings of loneliness, loss, grief and heartache.

In Chicago she thought she had found an easy escape to an existence that would at the very least carry her through the rest of her life. Thought she had found the answer to the prayers of her friends and family who were so desperately seeking hope for her so she would carry on.

Chloe could still vividly remember the anger she had felt when her family, her friends, insisted that she try to move on. The notion so unfathomable to Chloe she packed her bags and left for Beca’s parents house, determined to be around the only two people who could come close to understanding her pain.

It had been Beca’s parents who had eventually talked her down and made her realise that she couldn’t spend the rest of her life closed off from the world around her. That’s not what Beca would’ve wanted for her.

“The reason my daughter fell for you is because of your openness and warmth and that kind, generous heart. She would hate to think that she was the reason you lost that,” Carrie Mitchell had told her late one night on the porch of the Mitchell household under the stars.

“Don’t shut off the parts of you Beca loved most. That’s not what she would’ve wanted,” Carrie reassured as she wrapped an arm around Chloe’s shoulders and tugged her into a hug.

“And don’t be afraid to keep living. Beca still lives in you, in all of us. We need to keep living for her. You have so much love left to give Chloe. Share it with the world because that’s what Beca would want.”

With those words echoing in the back of her mind Chloe had returned home and tried her best to do exactly that. But she try as she might something always held her back from completely letting go and embracing the new world she was living in.

And in that moment, she thanked God that her heart had held her back. And she was even more thankful that fate had intervened before she had made an irreversibly damaging decision. Or so she hoped.

“I’m gonna stop by my hotel and gather my things and I’ll be right back. Will you be okay?” Aubrey asked as she regarded her from the drivers seat.

Chloe turned her gaze away from the house and gave a meek nod of the head before finding the courage to step out of the car and make her way towards the house.

Walking up to the front door, she pulled her keys from her purse and put them in the lock, twisting them and opening the door, giving Aubrey a small wave to indicate that she was fine and she could go.

Once the blonde pulled out of the drive and took off down the street, Chloe stepped inside the house, tossing her keys in the bowl on the stand by the door and tossing her shoes aside.

She flicked on the lights and glanced around the eerily empty space, her mind still racing. Shaking herself of the thoughts swirling in her mind she took off for the stairs, her only goal to pack her bags with as many clothes and personal items as she could take in one go.

She wasn’t sure how long she would be in Georgia, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt, she wouldn’t be stepping back inside that house for a while, if ever.

Racing to her closet she pulled out a number of suitcases and placed them on the bed, opening them and filling them to the brim. Some of the cases would be making the trip to Georgia, others would be kept at her folks house until she knew what her next move would be.

As the closet began to empty, leaving little more than Chicago’s belongings, Chloe changed into more comfortable clothes and then made her way to the spare room, the one Chloe used as a home office, flicking on the light and heading for the closet where she kept spare blankets, towels and linens.

Once inside, she leaned down and swept away numerous spare blankets until she found what she was looking for. A box, buried deep inside the closet, hidden from view from anyone who wasn’t looking.

Pulling it free, she sat there in the closet and placed it beside her, lifting the lid to expose the many precious items Chloe had been unable to part with. Reams of photographs, some framed, some loose, trinkets and jewellery, letters and notes. Memories so near and dear to Chloe’s heart.

She picked up the last frame and held it so carefully in her hands, her eyes welling up at the image staring back at her. Two women so deeply in love, newly engaged smiling lovingly at the camera. Beca’s chin resting on Chloe’s shoulder and her arms wrapped delicately around the redheads waist as Chloe’s own hands lay over them, holding them in place.

Reaching up a hand, Chloe stroked the image of her fiancées face, the one she thought she would never see again, a tear drop landing on the glass that protected the image behind it.

Everything had been so different then. So easy and carefree. This was an image of two women with their whole lives ahead of them and the promise to stand by each other’s side on that journey.

And as Chloe soaked in the image she made a promise to herself that they would find a way back. That they would finish that journey together.

Placing the frame to one side along with some other pictures, Chloe reached in and retrieved the very last thing inside. A small velvet box. A ring box to be more exact, and she carefully flipped it open to reveal the diamond ring inside.

A round cut diamond set into a white gold band, elegant, classy and understated with just enough sparkle to catch the eye of any passerby.

When Beca had presented it to her, Chloe was caught by just how well her fiancée knew her. While the redhead may have been the human epitome of sunshine and rainbows, on the flip side she enjoyed the simpler things in life. Beca had picked a ring that complimented who Chloe was without being so bold as to outshine her. Because in Beca’s eyes, Chloe was far more bold and more beautiful than any ring.

With Chicago the sentiment had been the opposite. He had picked a ring that was all glamour, a ring that spoke louder than Chloe, one that was designed to out shine her, to make heads turn and boast of their engagement.

It was a pretty ring and many girls would’ve envied it, but it wasn’t Chloe. And it’s presence was a painful reminder every day of the fact that while Chicago may have been aware of her, he didn’t know her. Not like Beca.

Taking the ring from the box, Chloe slipped the ring back into her ring finger where it belonged, flexing her fingers as the familiarity of the weight of it came flooding back. Wiping the tears from her face, she put the case back in the box with the other items. Standing up she exited the closet with the box and just as she was about to leave, out of the corner of her eye she spotted the familiar red white and blue that had been resting on a shelf to the side of the room.

Putting the box down, Chloe approached the shelves and her eyes landed on the triangular shape of the folded up American flag, and the framed case with several very distinguished army medals enclosed inside.

Both had been presented to her at Beca’s funeral and they had been the only items she had kept on display in the house. She couldn’t bear to look at pictures of Beca, couldn’t stand the thought of trying with Chicago with her loves image at the forefront of her mind every day reminding her of what she had lost, of who she had lost.

But those items, the ones on the shelf, they spoke of the bravery, the sacrifice and the courage Beca possessed. The love she had for her family and friends that she was willing to die to make the world a better place.

They were enough to remind Chloe of Beca without overwhelming her. And every day they gave her the strength and courage to keep moving forward and to keep living for Beca.

Reaching up, Chloe took both items into her hands and walked back to the box on the floor, placing them on top before exiting the room with the only things from the house she wanted.

An hour later, and with her bags all packed and everything she was taking with her now laying ready by the doorway, Chloe took one last look around the house to make sure she had remembered everything.

As she wandered into the living room, her eyes drifted to the mantle piece over the fireplace at the framed pictures that sat there. She glanced over the images, photos of family gatherings from the last year and a half, photos of a woman with the man she should’ve been happy with. Photos of a woman whose smile never quite reached her eyes.

Just looking at the pictures brought Chloe back to how she really felt on that day. Of holding everything inside and telling herself that everything would be okay. Eventually. With time.

And then her gaze landed on the image of her and Chicago, their engagement photo. Chloe could remember the day he surprised her with the shoot, having booked a professional photographer to set up and capture some shots, and Chloe had reluctantly participated.

In the photo, they’re facing one another, Chicago’s arms wrapped around Chloe while her arms lay resting between them, palms flat against his chest. He’s gazing down at her with the smile of a man who was holding the whole world in his arms. Her gaze was facing down at her hands, a hint of a smile she hoped masked her unease.

Picking it up Chloe stared at the image of the man who had destroyed her life, the man in the image who was smiling at her knowing exactly what he had done, and Chloe saw red.

Twisting on the spot she threw the frame across the room and watched as it smashed to pieces off the wall before landing on the ground. Turning around she swiped her hands along the mantle knocking every frame off it’s perch.

Her gaze turned to the framed pictures on the walls as one by one she yanked them down and shattered every one of them. Everything in that house reminded her of him and it enraged her further.

The framed napkin from the restaurant Chicago had proposed in that he had gifted her. The engagement and house warming presents that littered the house. Everything Chloe could physically pick up was left shattered and broken on the ground.

Just like her heart.

By the time she had exhausted herself the house looked like a complete wreck. The door suddenly swung open to reveal a stunned looking Aubrey surveying the scene around her, eyes ultimately landing on Chloe who shook her head, leaned her back against the wall behind her and slid to the ground, her sobs the only sound to break the silence between them.

Dashing across the living room, Aubrey collapsed beside her best friend and pulled her into her arms, holding her close as Chloe clung to her for dear life.

“I can’t lose her again Bree. I- I can’t,” Chloe rasped as Aubrey’s eyes caught sight of the familiar engagement ring back on Chloe’s finger and she shut her eyes against the onslaught of tears that were threatening to escape her.

“You won’t, okay. You won’t lose her. We’re gonna go to Georgia and we’re gonna get Beca no matter what,” Aubrey said, though she herself was weary of making such bold statements.

Because the truth of the matter was, they didn’t know what was waiting for them in Georgia. They didn’t even know if the Beca that had been brought home was remotely the same as the Beca who had left. If time and the trauma she had been through had changed her beyond recognition or if she had somehow survived with her mind in tact.

A lot had changed in two years. More than any of them could comprehend with the knowledge they now held. But in that moment, as she sat on the floor holding her best friend, she knew they had to try, that they had to fight until there was nothing left to fight for.

Because Aubrey knew, she knew deep down that if Beca didn’t come back, if she and Chloe didn’t find their way back to one another, that Chloe wouldn’t survive losing her a second time. And Aubrey couldn’t accept that. She had watched as her best friend had almost lost herself once she wouldn’t stand for it again.

They had to bring Beca home. One way or another….

#Bechloe #Pitch Perfect #Fic Drabble #The Ultimate Betrayal #Chapter 2

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toujoursmiraculous · 2 years

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Thoughts & Reaction to EPHEMERAL

Well, my throat hurts from all the screaming. It's another long one, probably the longest I've ever written, with pictures, just a heads up! But you probably already expected as much lol. Opening scenes, so Gabriel can actually hear a person's negative emotions, like their crying or their words of anger? Wow. How can you hear your son cry in Glaciator 2 and still do what you do?! Gabriel messes with his ring as he's giving orders to Adrien, yes, but there's also another constant in such cases: Emilie. He's getting desperate to akumatize Bob Roth and while he's thinking of doing that, he messes with his ring because it's this much closer he's coming to bringing her back to him. "Honor my work and the memory of your mother." Instant guilt. Do you think Adrien would hesitate to do what he's told after that? Because I sure don't! That reporter is horrible, I can't believe she'd talk about his mom like that, what is wrong with her?! "All my father has done, he did it for her." *cuts to akuma attack* Oh Adrien, you don't know the half of it. Good lord. The poor boy has to have someone watching him, talking into his ear, when he does these kinds of events. Ugh that makes me feel so gross.

Okay, who's driving the fire truck? Answer: Purple Tigress! In Ladybug's vision, she's looking around for what to do. All the highlighted people have a role we see (Viperion and Carapace on the truck, Polymouse the distraction, Vesperia and her Venom. But no Purple Tigress who was also highlighted, so she's the driver! In case anyone wanted to know c: Viperion having to keep doing the codes over and over omg that'd be awful. At least it was only 100 tries (poor Adrien and his 25,319 times 🥲) Of all the people Ladybug was with when Su Han showed up, it's great it was Luka! (now he also has to see what she puts up with) "What if he's doing whatever he wants with it, acting like Shadowmoth?" I mean... he did use it to destroy billboards, does transform to get out of the house and see the people and all that stuff, but like... nothing bad? Su Han: You have to know his identity! Me: So I see you don't know about Chat Blanc yet. But seriously, I actually agree with him. She does need to know him. This episode showed as much, and things could always get worse than that. But that's all, he does not need to know about her. Not until Shadowmoth is no longer Shadow/Hawk Moth/any Miraculous. Luka: As long as (Shadowmoth) doesn't know who you are, you're not of interest to him! Marinette: Exactly... but if we need to, a superhero can know the identity of Chat Noir...or mine, but not both! Luka who knows both: 😬Well that's not good... At this point in time, Luka already knows. And Luka even said himself, why doesn't he just go himself? She said Chat Noir would only tell her, but I bet that's not true. Luka could go to him and just tell him he knows already, but Ladybug can't know that and that she sent him to ask about it and why. It'd be perfectly fine that way. Obviously, if we had that, we wouldn't have an episode. So we need to take from what we do see this episode, and learn what the problems are in this situation. "But not both" ding ding ding, oh, if only you stuck to this later on this episode! Ladybug and Viperon are so cute, I love them as friends. x3 Kind of awkward though when Luka's kind of spying on Marinette talking with Adrien and he knows it the entire time. 😂 Chat Noir: Oh no, she wants to talk to me. She's probably going to be so mad that I didn't show up! Ladybug: I need to talk to Chat Noir to find out his identity, something he's always wanted. He sure didn't see that coming! Meanwhile, during their conversation, Luka's like HURRY UP, TIME'S RUNNING OUT! Chat Noir: I am... Adrien Agreste. Ladybug:

"Yeah, and I'm Audrey Bourgeois! You couldn't be more different!" You totally nailed it, Ladybug! lol "....Plagg, claws in." That beat of silence kills me. 🤣 Ladybug: I can't know who Chat Noir is, we have to erase me knowing. Also Ladybug, finds out he's Adrien: Nope, nevermind, I'm not forgetting this! Luka: I hope she knows what she's doing. Well, she did. Until she revealed herself. "I'm Ma-Ma-Ma-" nice shout-out to her "I'm ma-ma-madly clumsy!" scene in S1! Also her eye twitching when she says it. XD I love how Adrien is like oh don't worry, just tell me when you're comfortable! Like BOY I LOVE YOU, YOU PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL! So sweet and understanding to his Lady awwww x3 "So... you know who I am, and where I live..." "Uhh, I have to go and think. See you later!" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Adrien, you were not just about to suggest that she comes visits you now. Oh my gosh! This. This is her face when she's leaving.

"As long as he doesn't know who I am, it's okay! I'll do everything I can to keep it that way." This was true. Things were fine. And then she did what she knew she shouldn't and exposed herself! Do I blame her? Nope, not at all. Do I blame him? No, he was in his own room thinking that he could say what he wanted to his girlfriend. I mean, he's been able to avoid being caught as being Chat Noir so far, right? But what if the reason Gabriel went in Adrien's room is because he can sense he's super happy now? Is what keeps Gabriel away from him his sadness? x.x "You can openly show your love for Adrien!" "It's not that simple, Tikki. I'm in love with Adrien, but I don't love Chat Noir." Okay Marinette, so all the looks you've given him when you think he's not looking over the seasons, the flirting back, the anger you feel when you think he loves someone else and not you anymore, the jealousy you've felt since season 1 of Chat Noir gets close to some other girl... what's all that? Friends don't react that way about friends. It's amusing Marinette having to come to terms with the idea that the boy she loves is the boy she has been saying she doesn't love, and doesn't know what to do. But she's like, I don't even know what to think at this point. Meanwhile he's literally climbing and bouncing around the walls all over his room with excitement lol "She's going to get to know the real me!" She already knows Adrien fairly well. xD Ms. Bustier: Can you tell me who wrote 'I am a cat' ADRIEN YOU CAN'T BE OUTING YOURSELF NOW THAT LADYBUG KNOWS YOU DORK! "Meow meow!" Seriously, I'd like to think this is just Marinette's mind thinking these things, but it actually looks like it's really Adrien. And the look on her face in that moment is priceless, like "What have I done."

Honestly I feel like it must be such a shock. In her mind, she saw them as completely different people. Struggled so much to tell Adrien her feelings who behaved one way (who Adrien says himself is the real him. I think he's just a mix of both, like is the same with Ladybug and Marinette). Then when she's Ladybug she's dealt with all sorts of issues and things with Chat Noir that are entirely different from Adrien. Now suddenly, she has to get used to the idea that these two very different boys are actually the same. *runs into Adrien* "Sorry, I'm so uncomfortable... uh, I mean clumsy! Very clumsy." awww it's like Origins again! Love the throwback. But poor Marinette's seeing him acting like Chat in her mind (I love the filter to emphasize this) and after that she just can't deal and runs away. XD The way he gets up and throws his hands out to his side like "what did I do?!" cracks me up! Poor boy doesn't understand but dang lololol

I'm so glad Luka knows. Obviously, him knowing saved everything, but she also has things she can talk about with him that she can't with Alya. Tikki suggested talking to her about Adrien being Chat Noir, and Marinette knew she couldn't. So the next day, it's Luka that comes to her seeing her distraught and knows exactly what's wrong. "I'm under the impression that you don't hear the same song anymore when you look at Adrien." "Luka, have you ever thought you knew a person, and discovered that they had an unimaginable secret?" "Yes." "And has it not completely changed the way you see them? Because they are not the person that you knew anymore." "No, quite the opposite! After the surprise, it allowed me to get to know them better! And to love them even more..." I like this. He's pretty much helping her see the situation from a different perspective, one that she's still too stuck in that "surprise" stage to see. Now she gets to get over that stage and help her really see, thanks to Luka. Also the fact that based on this, you get the sense of she knows he knows, but they won't speak about it. Which I honestly really like, it kind of shows their deep level of understanding between them. I feel bad for Luka but there's nothing that can be done and he knows that.

Do you have to hurt me like this, writers of Miraculous? Ladynoir has been my favorite side of the ship of for the past 4 years. Chat Blanc had adorable Adrienette and a Marichat scene which I loved, but not really any solid Ladynoir. Then we get this! But what happens? It gets taken away because she had to reveal herself too even though she said she shouldn't. Dx To think we could've had episodes with these soft Ladybug-looking-at-Chat-Noir looks for awhile 😭It's like here, she's kind of able to blend Chat Noir and Adrien together and realize that she loves both. (I still think she's going to have to know by season's end anyway, based on the finale synopsis. By then, maybe something will change so she sees Chat differently due to Chat's efforts. So I just need to be patient a bit longer.) Ahem. Welp, I'm Adrien Agreste. Famous model. Images are all over Paris with my face on it, and I even just had a press conference where everyone was watching me. I'm supposed to be in my room right now, but my dad doesn't know that I'm not, as I sneaked out of my room to be Chat Noir. It's also nighttime, when I'm really not supposed to be outside and am likely to be seen with photos taken of me. But I'mma detransform and walk home, that sounds like a good idea! 👍 Seriously what in the world is that boy thinking in this moment?! When Adrien called Ladybug "m'lady" she knew she had to say something and was ready. Awwww but darn it Ladybug you know better than this! You might be ready, but the situation isn't ready yet! Blushing Adrien kills me oh my gosh! He didn't even blush at all in Chat Blanc! Now he's a blushing mess and I've been waiting for this for so long since it's always Marinette that blushes like crazy and I wanted it to be reciprocated! Why would you give this to us and then take it away?! Why?! AND THE ACTUAL HEARTBEAT! He's in such shock! He doesn't even know what to say, just freezes in place with his jaw dropped and his face as red as Nathaniel's hair! "Well... say something!" *silence and he looks like a deer in the headlights* Awww poor boy, at least Marinette's had a few days to process. He's like what is even happening right now it's her. But now she's shy because she's worried the silence means disappointment. :c "I just discovered that one of my best friends is the one that I love and admire more than anything in the world!" Awwww one of his best friends, that's so sweet x3 And it's so weird how this feels like one of Marinette's fantasies (like the one in Glaciator 2) only it's actually real. I don't know about you, but I'm really glad they went for a hug here instead of a kiss. It feels more slow that way, more realistic. In Chat Blanc, we were supposed to feel like some time had passed from them getting together, to Chat Blanc's akumatization. This time, this covered more of how Ladybug views and thinks of Chat Noir and Adrien being the same person, and what would cause her knowing him first to end badly. And in this case, it's not her knowing him that's bad, but her deciding to go against revealing herself because she knows who he is. Obviously, them dating would have to wait until Gabriel's not Shadow Moth anymore, but her knowing is super important for attacks and other situations. One of their problems is, when they both know, it clouds their judgement for some things, because they're too happy to think straight. xD

The way these two act is actually pretty telling. While the situation itself with them feels right (or right enough) based on how it's handled, especially in comparison to Chat Blanc, it still feels off. Like something's missing here. And then the way their Kwamis are, you just know this still isn't the right time.

Adrien: I'm so HAPPY and in love. Hearing this novel is so wonderful! Marinette: I'm so tired I just want to sleep right now when will this class end. Lol But awww the note passing is so adorable x3 The one disappointment I have is Alya and Nino not looking over like WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED but I mean, maybe we'll get that when we really have this moment. 🥲 Their. Phone. Conversation. Felt. So. Natural. And. CUTE! Oh gosh please please please, give us this for real soon. 😭 I think 5 years is long enough to wait. But I have to keep reminding myself that with each one of these what-ifs, you notice the situation gets better for them. And I think we're almost there. (I'll have a separate post about this in just a bit!) Also he's still blushing. He blushes like crazy every time he's around Marinette now. There was never a situation where he blushed like that around Ladybug or Marinette, and now here we are. Every scene he's blushing! x3 Okay what if: Marinette was the one to hang up instead of Adrien. Except, Gabriel still would know that somethings up with them and we'd probably get a close repeat Chat Blanc situation where he'd force her to break up with him. But maybe that time would be different since they both know about each other and would hopefully be more likely to communicate. Maybe. But this was probably the best scenario from the second Gabriel walked in that door and overheard. :/ Has he ever heard of knocking? Makes you wonder why he went in there originally though, doesn't it? If he sensed Adrien's feelings and wanted to know why he was so happy, that sucks. The animation in this episode is amazing and I'm loving the details. Like how Adrien just woke up so he's moving kind of sluggish and not fully aware yet. Adrien found out his mom's just lying there in an unknown state one second, then the next he finds out his dad is Shadow Moth. And no Ladybug there to be any kind of comfort this time. Thank goodness he akumatized him as Adrien and not Chat Noir. Here we are, seeing that zoom-in of Shadow Moth playing with his ring (that's not actually there, but just shows a force of habit). He does that whenever he thinks of Emilie, and a lot of the time that's when he's akumatizing someone or is about to akumatize someone. Like in his subconscious, it's his way of thinking "I almost have you back." In Mega Leech, he does that when Adrien ruined his plans. We all know Gabriel doesn't do anything, especially anything major, without it being a huge Shadow Moth scheme to try to get their Miraculous. And Mega Leech was not part of that plan. Adrien blew it for him, so he's thinking "I could've had you back had it succeeded." There's also something really significant with the rings we still don't know. As Amelie said, "Those jewels have always been in the Graham de Vanily family, not the Agrestes." Not to mention, he did have his ring stolen off his hand, I imagine something special like that, and having the last one, would cause a person to me more conscious of it to make sure it's still there. WOO PLAGG! He tried to Cataclysm Shadowmoth I'm so proud lol I LOVE THAT LUKA JUST KNOWS EVERYTHING OKAY 😭 I adore Luka. I love their friendship, it's just so sweet, caring, and it saved the world. What more could you want from a friendship? The animation when she's screaming "no" and wiggling around trying to break free O.o who animated this episode? I really want to know, it looks so good! Chat Blanc: Yeets Chat Noir across Paris into the Eiffel Tower. Ephemeral: Yeets Marinette across the room. Can this man stop yeeting these kids like that? Dude. I don't care if you think you're getting your new reality or whatever, the fact you think that's makes it okay.... x.x Luka bursting into the bakery is one of the best scenes this show has ever had. Joan of Arc? Interesting! I wonder if she went back to her own time after that and thought about this weird other Bug holder lol Chat Noir, why are you so shocked Viperion detransformed into Luka. You were the one to suggest him in the first place. 😂I guess it's the shock

of seeing someone detransform in front of him like that? It's amazing what Adrien would do for Plagg. When he has to eat that cheese, he acts like he's holding back throwing up omg poor boy "Chat, chat, CHAT CHAT !" This...this is beautiful. 👏👏👏 "It's very pretty! What was that?" I- This scene is one of my favorites of all-time. Not even joking. "What did you want to talk about, back on the Eiffel Tower?" "Ah! Nothing important. Let's keep falling." ":(" So um. That felt weird. Not sure if it's in a "foreshadowing that it's actually very important that that conversation takes place again, only later on" way or if it's a "I'm not even important enough for her to talk to me about something that seems urgent...:c" way. Ugh. The Ladybug and Su Han pound it is adorable and I love their bond being better, especially after losing Master Fu. But I really don't think he was wrong in this case. At least, she really does need to know. The situation they saw that day proves as much. Imagine something worse than that coming up? Like she said, she just couldn't let him know about her until Shadow Moth or any variants of him are no more. Overall I absolutely loved this episode, no question. Obviously very sad the reveal(s) and all didn't stick but now I feel like seeing awkward Marinette around Adrien and Adrien acting all casual with her just doesn't feel right anymore (I watched Felix and a part of Mega Leech to touch on parts of this post.) It felt super weird to see them not acting like they were here to me. Which I think goes to show how well done and natural they felt in Ephemeral! Gabriel Agreste is next week, and I'm looking forward to it! Honestly ngl I kind of like Felix's character in terms of how interesting he is. I'm looking forward to seeing how the interaction is between he and Adrien, and how Marinette/Ladybug will react to having to see him again. As well as of course hopefully some more info about Emilie and seeing what brought Felix and Amelie back to Paris!

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Falling like the stars✨

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke and Y/N never got to be a thing. Whatever they had ended abruptly when she settled on someone with far more status than the aspiring guitarist. Months later, now single, Luke entangles her in a scheme to make Sunset Curve more popular. The only thing she needs to do is fake date him for 2 weeks.

Songs used: Holy Ground by Taylor Swift, Loved You First by One Direction and Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur.

High school is a world by itself. It has its own system and everyone moves through it. It is something that although it is not discussed, everyone knows. Including the three members of Sunset Curve, who are lying in the yard trying to find a solution to their latest problem.

"We need more people to support our music. If we can't get this little school to support us, how are we going to fill clubs or sign with a label?” Reggie wonders aloud to himself, no matter how hard they try, they can't get the Los Feliz student body to listen to their band.

“We should have thought about it before, Reg. Now we're just the problem kids who most likely won't finish school. Why would they come to see us at those seedy little clubs when they can go show off at football games.” Luke stands up suddenly after Alex words, one of those huge smiles that comes out when he has a really bad idea on his face.

“Well it seems that the solution is easy, boys. We have to make them see us on the same level as those jocks.”

“Oh yeah, and how are we going to do that, genius?” Alex fiddles with his hands as he rests his head on Reggie, both tired of not being able to come even close to fulfilling their dream.

Luke points to the nearest post, on which there are at least 5 posters to support the homecoming king and queen.

“Really? Do you think someone would vote for you? Before all those star athletes who also have a cheerleader to back them up? You basically have just us and I don't think I can do one of those tricks.”

“We’ll think of something. Winning that stupid thing would put us directly in the top of the pyramid. We’ll find a way, we always do.” Before anyone can respond, some screaming and commotion can be heard.

“Savannah is accusing Y/N to mess with her man! Run, they are in the hall!" students mention as they start running to watch the discussion.

“Oh god, Y/N. I’ll better go and see if I can help her somehow.” Alex gets up and Reggie begins to follow him, but not before turning to make sure Luke is following too. The guitarist makes an irritated face but ends up walking behind his friends.

From the moment they enter the main hall they can hear the screeches of probably the most popular girl in school, Savannah Miller. One of those typical unbearable girls who for some reason always reach the top of the elite in schools despite treating everyone badly.

Y/N Y/L is on the other side of the discussion, she looks calm and even bored. The first thing Luke digests from Savannah's words is that she thinks Y/N was making out with her idiot of a boyfriend during third period. What's interesting about the situation is that Diego cheated on Y/N with Savannah maybe a week and a half ago and had been dating her ever since.

But that's not Y/N's style, no matter how angry she is.

Luke knows her well enough, or so he wants to believe. She was always good friends with Alex and Reggie, and her relationship with them remained strong over the years despite how unstable and fleeting her relationship with the guitarist was.

He's never going to admit how deeply he felt for her. How much it screwed him up that just when he finally began to believe they could be something else, she completely walked away from his life so she could date the man that would end up cheating on her just because he looked more promising at the time. Rich, popular, the quarterback of the football team, the ‘perfect guy’ she said to the boys.

But hey, that's past.

Luke looks up to meet Y/N's eyes on him. In the moment she realizes she was caught, she sneakily turns to Alex, who is just inches from the guitarist and smiles at him.

“Are you actually smiling? You think this is funny?” The girl looks furious, but she's smart enough not to make this a battle of strength.

“I already told you, Savannah. It wasn’t me.”

“I can count, Y/N. Neither you nor Diego were in class."

And that’s when it hits him. The possibility of getting to the top of the pyramid in front of him. Because maybe Y/N is not the most popular, but it is undoubtedly one of the most loved by everyone. Intelligent, caring, beautiful, talented. And she certainly has the status after dating Diego Hernandez for one semester. No one had managed more than 3 months with him and the guitarist thinks that was a good sign that that idiot is not a good idea but well, it wasn’t his choice.

Luke begins to walk towards the center of the circle, Alex tries to stop him but cannot catch his arm in time. Both girls turn to see him surprised, but neither says anything.

"You can go find culprits elsewhere, Y/N was busy with me at the time. You can ask whoever you want and they'll tell you that I wasn't in class during third period either."

Of course, he wasn't there because the trio got into Reggie's old truck to get some hotdogs but no one has to know that.

His hand goes to take her firmly by the hip, just like all those nights that now only remain as memories. He is looking at every inch of her face, searching for her reaction, and is surprised by the naturalness with which the girl accepts the gesture. As if his hand belongs there. And maybe, just maybe, it does.

“Do you really want me to believe this?” Savannah asks, clearly annoyed.

“Y/N and Patterson? There’s just no way in hell. C’mon babe, he’s just pathetic, you could do better.” Diego says out loud as he approaches the scene in the middle of Y/N and Savannah.

There's something about the disgruntled way they both said it that makes Luke want to prove that a girl like her could want him. He doesn’t know how to distinguish if it is pride or insecurity but at the moment he is not interested.

He's barely going to open his mouth to defend himself when Y/N starts talking. "No. You can speak as badly as you want of me but you're not going to bring Luke into this."

Luke lets go of her so he can step back a few inches and see her from a better angle. She’s definitely not calm anymore. Her face looks altered and she is undoubtedly in protective mode. She turns to see him when she feels his hand leave her body but he offers her his hand and she intertwines it between her fingers without hesitation. At this rate she is taking control of the situation so he is going to let her continue and try to achieve his goal along the way.

“I know you need a partner to have any hope of winning the crown, but choosing Patterson is a desperate move.”

And that’s his cue. "If my baby wants that crown I will get it for her. It's that easy.”

“What? I do-” At that moment Luke panics and pulls her by the hand that they have intertwined and with the other holds her face while bringing their lips together. When he reacts to what he is doing he is afraid that Y/N will push him in front of everyone but to his surprise she kisses him back instantly, releasing his hand to bring him closer to the neck.

The kiss is passionate and almost desperate, but it only lasts a few seconds since a voice brings them back.

"This feels like deja vu." Reggie whispers to Alex, they both walked during the discussion towards the circle and are so close that Luke and Y/N heard him clearly.

“Well, we already clarified that she was not with your boyfriend so, I’ll take my girl. It was a pleasure, we should repeat this another day... said no one ever." Luke takes her hand and leads her to the nearest empty living room, Reggie and Alex locking the door behind him.

“What the hell was that crown bullshit? Why did you even cover for me? What are you up to? At least tell me is fun... or that includes you shirtless.” She jokes, a cheeky smile spreads in Luke’s face.

“I need a favor and thought you’ll appreciate an alibi.” She raises her eyebrow in reflex.

“Why would I help you, Lucas?” Luke can only think of how she makes a name as simple and boring as Lucas sound so sexy when she says it. Is incredible.

“Cut the act, beautiful. We both know you've never been able to resist me.” Y/N laughs amused at the boy’s sassiness. She won't admit it but she missed his eyes on her. She missed the way he uses that cocky stupid voice that melts her when he wants something. How he gets closer with each sentence, or his lips on her mouth.

Before she can counter attack, Alex stands in front of the guitarist raising his hands. “I know he’s an idiot, but we really need your help, Y/N. If we want Sunset Curve to gain popularity we have to start here, and this is our last year. Gaining popularity among the elite of the school would help us a lot.”

“We are getting desparate.” Reggie adds, a sad smile on his face.

“And pretending I made out with Luke in third period and getting to be homecoming dance queen and king helps you... why?”

“That crown is literally a test of popularity and status. It would put Luke on the same level as the popular kids like Savannah and Diego. People would be more interested in Sunset Curve after that. For now, for them we are only three good for nothing that one day will not appear around here again. You heard yourself that those two didn't think Luke was good enough."

Her face flushes with anger as soon as she remembers the contemptuous tone of voice they used to refer to Luke. If they hadn't been in the middle of the hall, she probably would have said a lot more than she did. That single comment is enough to make her decide, so without thinking Y/N asks “What do you need me to do?”

“Just play perfect couple with Luke until homecoming dance. Then you are queen and king, Sunset Curve gets the fans we deserve, you get to laugh at Savannah’s face and you can separate next day if you want to.”

“I’m not sure If someone is going to believe it.” She blurts out loud as she glances at the guitarist.

“Oh please, you know each others mouth better than your own names.” Reggie says without thinking, Luke snorted with laughter and Y/N blushes like crazy.

“Yeah, and you used to spend a lot of time together too, two weeks shouldn’t be that hard.” Alex tries to recover the seriousness of the situation to close the deal.

“Okay then. If I can help Sunset Curve and get that smirk of superiority off Savannah's face then sounds good to me. Are you willing to date me, Patterson?”

Their eyes meet again and without a sign of hesitation her now officially boyfriend for the next two weeks, answers.

“Beautiful, you have no idea.”

There is something about relationships that never get to happen that make the heart weigh more, that nostalgia to be stronger, the person more difficult to forget. Luke can't help but remember during the last periods of the day just how good it felt to taste the girl's lips again. Feelings of desire, of familiarity, of belonging. All colliding and going deep into his bones.

He decided a long time ago he didn't do relationships, but if he did, it would have been with her. He was willing to break that rule for her, but she had the final decision and it wasn't him. He accidentally put himself in the perfect situation though. All those what if’s will finally have an answer.

For two weeks he can test what it would have been if Y/N Y/L had chosen him. And when he finally tries the experience he will be free. Free from all the what if’s, free from her, from her memory. And there's also the part of how much the band will benefit. The main objective of doing this, obviously.

The last hour is finally over and Luke sped off toward Reggie's truck. In front of it is Alex already waiting and he can see Reggie and Y/N also walking in the same direction. The four of them regroup and Y/N starts to discuss game plan.

“If we are going to do this, we are going to do it well. There will be a party at Finch's house this Saturday and the three of you are coming with me."

The three members of Sunset Curve make an annoyed face at the words of their friend. "That's exactly why no one supports you. You think you are too cool to hang out with the people but then you want everyone to happily buy your shirts and listen to your music."

“She has a point there.” Alex agrees, and puts his arm around her shoulder.

“Okay, let’s do this. If you all come with me, we can leave early and crash one of those places you usually play. Maybe even have some people of the party to come with us and hear you rock the shit out of that place.” All three smile with bright eyes In response.

“You got yourself a deal, pretty lady.” Reggie says in a flirting tone and winks at her. Luke gives him a light punch on the arm.

"I'll see you on Saturday in my house then, at nine. Goodbye boys." She winks at Luke and walks over to her car, making sure to do a perfect walk because she knows pretty well that the guitarist isn't going to stop watching her until she pulls out of the parking lot.

Luke gives her a perfect smile one last time before Y/N leaves school. These two weeks are going to be weird.

The four members of the band are in the truck, Bobby decided to get out of school recently but a party and a gig sounds like a rad Saturday. Luke gets out and walks to the door to wait for Y/N to come out. When she finally comes down he feels like all the air is coming out of his lungs.

She's wearing the black Sunset Curve t-shirt that he forgot one of the many times he climbed up to the second floor of the house to see her. A short black skirt and one of his red flannels that he probably left there several months ago as well. Black fishnets stockings which he can't help but imagine ripping out with his teeth, her lips in that tone of red that drives him crazy, and her classic black boots that he hadn't seen since she started dating the cheating idiot.

“Genius huh? Is there anything that says more ‘Luke Patterson’s property’ than this? I don’t think so." She smiles proudly and blushes when she notices Luke's gaze locked on her legs. Fishnets may have been included in the outfit due to a certain weakness that the musician has towards them.

The hair that the guitarist is used to seeing in a perfect bun lately, is now loose and tousled. As rebellious as the day he met her, moving in harmonious tune to the rhythm of Now or Never.

Luke reaches out to to entwine his hand in her hair and whispers slowly into her ear “You look... fucking hell, you are not playing fair, baby.” Lightly biting her lobe when he’s done speaking.

They both linger in a trance for a few seconds, considering whether they should just walk in and lock the door. But before they can decide, the boys that already know this story pretty well and are sick of waiting for them while they flirt, get out of the truck. Reggie carries Y/N like a sack of potatoes and between Bobby and Alex take Luke by the arms, putting them in the vehicle so they can finally get to the lame party and then, the gig.

When they finally arrive, the eyes of almost all the girls go to the members of the band, who are definitely dressed for the occasion. Y/N can't help but notice how most of the cheerleaders wink at her boyfriend. Yeah, it’s not real and will last two weeks, but for now she justs wants to forget that part and enjoy the feeling of him being hers.

So she makes a small, harmless gesture to mark territory and puts her hand in the guitarist's back pocket.

Luke turns to see her, an amused smirk on his face. “Jealousy looks so hot on you, I wouldn't mind if you marked my lips with that red lipstick too."

That statement resonates in Y/N’s head. All the times Diego refused to kiss her so as not to stain himself and even forbade her to use that lipstick that for her was part of her brand returning to her head. Followed quickly by every night Luke came down after finishing playing and instantly attacked her lips with his, caring for nothing more than the feel of their tongues fighting for control.

“Not jealousy, just a quick reminder to everyone. You are all mine tonight.” She puts a little more pressure on the hand in his pocket and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips.

“Dance with me?” She asks innocently while giving him a flirtatious smile.

“With you, always beautiful.” He smiles back, winking charmingly.

His hands find hers and she begins to dance and jump gracefully to the rhythm of the music as he spins her around, both singing the lyrics to each other with unmatched energy, happy to be together.

“Tonight I'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through.” She sings with a determined voice, taking the musician by the hair and bringing their faces closer.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you.” Luke returns the verse with the same passion, just inches separating their lips. His beautiful and trained voice tends to sound like a more country vibe when he gets carried away and especially in more pop melodies like this, and honestly drives her crazy.

The fact that the rocker at heart gave in to listen to other genres for her and even remembered the lyrics was enough to melt her heart. The last time she was able to let herself go and sing at the top of her lungs like this was with him, listening to a mix of their favorite songs in his car while going for their favorite icecream. Whatever they had was a lot more deeper than what they are willing to admit.

“Did we really just see Luke sing and dance to a pop-country song?” Reggie asks the band, Alex and Bobby behind him laughing at the guitarist who blushes and kisses his date's forehead. “I am not going to discuss this. I'll go get us something to drink." He winks at her and dissapears into the crowd.

“I’ll go too, be right back.” Bobby announces leaving Y/N with Alex and Reggie, who smirk at her.

“It seems that pretending is easier than you thought.” Alex can't stop smiling, Reggie playfully itches the girl's ribs who grins from ear to ear.

"Everything always fits when I'm with him. I ruined my chance. I'm totally aware, and I'm not expecting anything from him, because I honestly don't deserve it. But I plan to enjoy every second of these two weeks that came from heaven to the fullest.”

“You should explain hi-” Before Reggie can finish speaking, Diego appears behind Y/N and tries to forcefully pull her by the arm.

The guys manage to react quickly and release her arm while stepping in front of her. But right away his teammates get behind him.

“Save yourselves the pain, she is going with me.” Diego says confidently, his face showing arrogance.

“Guys, ple-” She tries to stop them from getting hurt, but both step a little forward, determined to protect her no matter the cost.

“You are not taking her, Diego. But you are more than welcome to try.” Alex's voice sounds cool and calm, but Y/N can see how much his hands are shaking and her heart hurts at the sight.

They are all so into their own business that nobody notices the guitarist's return until his lips collide with his girl, who is surprised for a few seconds but immediately recognizes him and gives him space for his tongue to taste her mouth.

They both lose themselves in the kiss for a few seconds longer than necessary and then slowly separate. Y/N grinning from ear to ear as she tries to wipe some of her lipstick off Luke's mouth. He just smirks, as happy as ever.

"Sorry guys, do you need something?" He plays the innocent card. After that kiss, most of the people at the party are watching the scene, so Diego, who looks furious, chooses to leave without saying anything. Right away they can hear a long restrained breath from Reggie and Alex.

“You are a cocky genius, I'm not sure we could have won that one.”

“I’m not sure? Did you seriously think we had a chance?” Alex asks, clearly anxious after what had just happened.

Y/N stands in front of them and throws herself into their arms, whispering how many thanks she can say in a row. They return the hug and begin to relax in each others arms. Bobby and Luke join in the hug, and Luke whispers his own thanks to his friends.

The band decides that it’s time to go and to their surprise, when they let people know that they are going to play at a small club in the center of the city, some decide to follow them. On the way, Y/N spends her time wiping her lipstick off Luke’s face with some wipes she had in her bag, struggling not to press her lips against his every time he made her an adorable grimace or a flirtatious smile.

“You know the drill, beautiful.” Luke turns to see her directly in the eyes, concern on his face just like every time before.

“Front row, not a second out of your sight, so if I need something better wait for you guys to finish performing to get it. Better safe than sorry." She recites, proud to remember every word.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiles a little more calmly, gives her a light kiss on the cheek and starts to help take out the instruments.

They are only doing a few songs from their repertoire, but the energy they transmit drives everyone in the little club crazy. The Sunset Curve members look at a Luke they haven't seen in a long time. The energy and passion in his voice dedicated entirely to the little woman in the front row who sings with all her strength every word and melody, imitating Luke's guitar solos or Alex's drums with her arms.

The 15 students who decided to attend are close to Y/N, trying to get her attention from time to time but nothing can take her eyes off her friends. Not even she knew how much she had missed seeing them play. The look of maximum happiness on their faces.

The last song is one that the little club seems quite familiar with, but she had never heard it before. So it must have been written in the last six months.

“Had my chances, could've been where he is standing.

That's what hurts the most, girl, I came so close

But now you'll never know. Baby, I loved you first.”

The lyrics leave her breathless. Luke, who had made contact with her practically all night, now seems to avoid her eyes like a plague. She definitely has to ask Alex about this song before getting any ideas.

The four bow and get off the stage, Luke launches immediately for Y/N, some of the girls try to get his attention and even try to grab him by the arm or waist but he remains firm until his hands meet his girl's hip.

“What do you think?” Luke's fingers shaking in the grip on her waist tell her he's nervous. The fact that her opinion of them matters so much to him that it makes him feel insecure makes her heart skip a beat.

“It was amazing as always, rockstar.” A huge smile appears on the guitarist's face, who gently takes her face with his hands and kisses her nose. After all, he has to remember that they are only pretending to date and for now he has no good reason to push his lips against hers. It doesn't matter how much he needs her.

The way home is uneventful, Y/N sleeping in Luke's arms while Alex puts the guitarist's red flannel over her.

“Will they ever stop pretending they're ridiculously in love with each other?” Bobby asks Reggie as he turns his head to see the couple.

“They are both stubborn and allergic to real feelings. Especially love. They are so terrified that they have to sabotage themselves somehow.” Alex answers for Reggie who just nods without taking his eyes off the road.

"Do you really have to talk like I'm not here?" Luke asks, resting his chin delicately on the head of the woman in his arms.

Tonight felt unreal. Felt practically like one of the many dreams he has had with the girl throughout these months. Seeing her in his clothes was enough to make the night special, but without a doubt dancing in her arms, savoring every inch of her mouth and seeing her energetically sing each of his songs to end the night with her in his arms is just perfect. Reggie parks at Y/N’s after dropping Alex and Bobby, and as Luke decides how to get her to bed without waking her she sinks deeper into his chest.

"Carry me to the door hotstuff, I like to be in your sexy arms." Luke lets out a cheeky laugh in surprise, another laugh coming from Reggie.

“She’s so asleep, I can’t. Adorable though.” Luke agrees and takes her bag before walking down with her in his arms and carrying her effortlessly to the door.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t think I could ever feel this happy and complete again.” She murmurs in his ear before giving him a sweet peck in the lips and enter the house.

What the two of them took from tonight is that indisputably, they are both still head over heels for each other. But it was like that the first time and it just wasn't enough.

Days go by with the couple being the school's favorite gossip. People talking in the hallways about the special way Luke looks at his girlfriend, comparisons about the dry way Y/N used to be with Diego compared to how she is with the guitarist, always touching him somehow and spending all the time with him as possible, visibly much happier. Some also talking about how good the band sounds and wondering why they hadn't heard it before. Everything going according to plan.

On Thursday afternoon, Luke arranged to pick her up for the two of them to find him something formal enough for the dance. When Y/N opened the door she met his beautiful greenish hazel eyes, and swears that for a second she forgot how to breathe.

She knows this scene. He smiles sweetly at her, takes her hand and opens the door of the car for her. Multiple interesting memories inside this car coming back to her mind. His firm hands on her legs, his tongue testing her mouth, his hot moans after biting his lower lip...

“Beautiful? Whatcha thinking?” Luke's voice brings her back to the present, his hand goes directly to her thigh as all that many midnight drives and without saying anything he plays the girl's favorite album.

That’s it. If she wants a chance with him, she needs to make this right. “I- We really need to talk.” Hearing the tone of her voice, Luke senses what is coming. He was here before. So he turns off the car that hadn't even started to move yet and turns to look at her.

"I know we've been putting it off, but we have to talk about how it all ended, I-"

Luke interrupts her before she can finish, his voice sounds broken, sad, angry. "I really don't want to talk about how you preferred an idiot for whom you don't feel the remotest thing just because he'll get a football scholarship and this perfect future.”

She spends a few seconds processing his words. Did he really say what she thinks he said? "It wasn't like that, Luke."

"I know it looks like I can't compete with him, but I would have done anything for you. And I thought you knew that.”

She doesn't know what to do or say. She was so unconscious, so selfish, so heartless, that she didn't even think about how he could have understood the situation. In how much he must have suffered these months watching her with Diego, believing he wasn’t good enough. Believing that she chose someone who wasn’t him, because he wasn’t good enough.

He stays quiet, examining the girl who seems about to cling to tears. The anger evaporates instantly and he leans into her seat to wrap his arms tightly around her. She starts sobbing, but seems determined to talk.

“R- Remember the night we met? It was the first Sunset Curve presentation. I had just entered the little club, but your voice dragged me to the front row like a magnet. And when I was finally in front of the stage, I knew it. It was you. The butterflies that everyone talks about for the first time in my stomach. I knew I could never feel again something even close to what I was feeling at that moment.

I got carried away in your voice, dancing to the rhythm of the melody and recording every sound in my head. And when I opened my eyes again, yours were staring at me. And I understood that you felt it too. It was me, and you knew it. It was so natural, powerful, magnetic, deep. I loved you since the first day, Luke. How is that not going to scare me?

When the feelings started to get so strong they burned, I knew I had to run. You always made it very clear that relationships were not your thing, I could not continue to wait for something that from the beginning you made it clear you could not give.

Then Diego arrived at the right time to give me an exit, and I took it. I knew he just wanted to have me around to raise his good boy status, and feeling nothing was safer than feeling too much. So I lied. I lied to you, to me, to everyone. And I’m sorry, but I was so scared. I was a coward who should have done things differently.”

When she finally finishes pulling out what she's been saving for months, she pulls away from Luke to see his face. His eyes look crystal clear, his cheeks red. But his beautiful white smile lights up his face.

"Next time you love me so much that you can't bear it, let me know, please? I can step on your foot or sneeze in your face. I was literally going to ask you to be my girlfriend that weekend. I even wrote you a song."

“You were? The one you sang the other night?”

“Okay, I wrote you a lot of songs. Maybe too many. But the one I'm talking about is different. Maybe I'll let you listen to it one day. If you stick around long enough this time.”

She smirks and kiss him lightly on the lips, enjoying the feeling of being able to. He knows he reacted way too chill. But he also understands her feelings. What is the point of reproaching her for something they can no longer change? A bad decision made by a love so immense that it left her blind. He is simply not willing to waste any more time. They are finally going to do things right. Neither of them is going to self-sabotage it this time, and since he doesn't trust it, he'll put Alex and Reggie in charge to make sure.

The night of the dance arrives. Y/N is wearing a beautiful black dress and her classic red lips. Luke tried his best to look fancy and he's wearing a pretty cool suit but in a sleeveless version. His still fake girlfriend couldn't stop smiling when she saw him. Just perfect.

Dancing in his arms, letting him go only once in a while to dance with the other three members of Sunset Curve made the night amazing. The rest of these two weeks they spent it talking, laughing... making out. Enjoying the most of the time they lost. Even completely forgetting why they were faking it in the first place, until they ask the candidates to take the stage.

"And your king are queen are... Y/N Y/L and Diego Hernandez!"

They all turn to see Luke in shock. Just hearing their names together is enough to make him frustrated, but there's not much he can do right now. And that's when he remembers what he asked the boys to play for the king and queen's first dance. Great, now dance they’ll dance to his song together. Just his damn luck. He sabotaged himself again without imagining it.

They are crowned and Diego offers her his hand, not without first throwing a face of superiority to the guitarist. She walks but continues straight until she is in front of her lover.

Luke looks at her strangely, she smiles at him.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you. Remember?” She sings happily in his ear, and offers her hand.

“Dance with me?” He looks at her adoringly and takes her hand.

“Always, beautiful.”

They walk to the center of the floor, Alex begins to sing the first verse. Y/N rests her head on Luke's chest, her hands around his neck, as he presses her against him by the hip, wrapping her in his arms. His head bent to sing the song in her ear.

“I swear to God, I can see... you're still the girl in the club.”

Tears of happiness begin to flow from Y/N, the words that she never had the opportunity to know, finally getting revealed. Luke's sweet, soft voice in her ear. The perfect melody and the beautiful voice of Reggie and Alex in the background.

“And I need you to know that we're fallin' so fast

We're fallin' like the stars, fallin' in love.”

The moment he sings in love, Y/N lifts her head to meet his eyes. He lifts his hands to her cheeks to wipe her tears, gently holding her face to make sure she sees him recite every word.

“And I'm not scared to say those words. With you, I'm safe.

We're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love.”

The second Luke finishes singing, Y/N stands on tiptoe and pushes her lips against his. Tears of happiness continue to fall from her face, wrapped in a passionate, slow, deep kiss. He's all she wants. Her heart chose him since the very first day.

“I can’t believe one of Luke’s random ideas it's what made them find their way back to each other. Reg, we tried for 6 months and we were never even close. Two weeks ‘pretending’ and bam! they are just fine.”

Both watch the happy couple dance now that they are official.

"You know what they say, Fake it till you make it.” Reggie smirks while watching Luke happily kiss Y/N.

“Fair. At least everything was fixed before we shoved Luke into the pool to see if Y/N would rescue him with a mouth-to-mouth kiss."

“We still could try, you know... for science.”

“Cool. Monday works for me. Do you think that even though he didn't win, we still have a chance to win some more fans?”

Reggie raises his head before answering, a smile appears when he sees the bunch of girls and boys who are spying on them just a few meters away. Probably waiting for them to finish talking to get closer.

“I think Sunset Curve will be just fine too, Alex.”

Thank you for reading✨

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