confession: sometimes I come to look at your art as references because you have noted details like moles + looking at what colors u put down in my quest to find what something looks like under neutral lighting I know the shit here has been thoroughly researched

i will be normal upon learning this news.

Hi, I'm Izz. I hope you are doing well 💜. I'm just started using this app only to read Moriarty fanfic 🙂 and I found your blog.

I read all your writings regarding Moriarty and I enjoy it. I see you accept requests, so if possible I want to request 👉🏻👈🏻 about reactions or feelings or POV of Moriarty siblings (you can add Sherlock or Mycroft) if their s/o have a miscarriage. Uhh and can u make it angst.... I hope it's not too much, since this is the first time I message someone😄. Have a good day 💕

I'm gonna paste the request here just to see how it works 😊. But how to change the font colors? coz I see you use blue 🔵, purple 🟣 & green 💚. Anyway thanks again for accepting my request 😊

Hello lzz!! how's it going?

Welcome to tumblr!!!i hope you're enjoying yourself!!!

Ofc its not too much! it'll be my pleasure to write ur first request ever!!!

Oh btw,ppl who send asks cant change the color of their fonts (i think,since im using tumblr for mobile.)

i hope u enjoy it!

Love, Luna

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Albert

•helplessness,fear, terror and a bone crushing sadness

•were all Albert could feel as he stepped through hallways

•when the doctor had told him about your miscarriage,he didnt know how to feel

•what to do

•and when he reaches the room that you're supposed to be in,and hears heartbreaking sobs coming from the inside

•he knows he cant face you;after all,he broke his promise

•the promise to always take care of you and your child when you first realized that you were pregnant

•he broke his promise to you,but most of all,he broke the promise to himself that he will never hear you cry

•Albert knows he cant face you right now

•but he knows he cant runaway,nor can he leave you by yourself

•so with heavy steps,and a heavy heart that seems to break with every choked sob that you let out

•he steps inside your room,and without a word

•embraces you tightly

•and when you bury your face in his chest,Albert closes his eyes

•and prays for better days

William

•William cant believe what he's hearing as the doctors tell him why you're currently laying on the bed, motionless and staring out the window without blinking

•he knows miscarriages are normal,but i when it happens to his own wife?

•William thinks he has never felt this crushed before

•the feeling of losing the child he loved even before he gets the chance to see them

•freezes him right where he stands

•he can see how broken you are

•not looking his way or saying anything

•just staring out at the gray skies like they hold the reason to all your misfortunes

•he feels numb

•tired

•exhausted

•but he also knows that he needs to be strong,for you

•so without any word,he takes a sit at the chair besides your bed

•and takes your hand

•to stare up at the gray sky as well

•in hope that maybe one day, it'll be clear blue again

Louis

•his knees buckle beneath him

•and as they make contact with the hard floor,he doesnt even feel the sharp pain through his skin and bone

•but the pain in his heart

•surely is the most suffocating he's ever felt

•tears well up in his scarlet eyes as Louis takes in your pale feature

•how you're sleeping poorly with tear stained face

•his hands shake as he reaches toward your cheek,to wipe at still damped skin

•Louis blames himself,for everything that's happened to you

•he blames himself for your pain,for your sadness

•and he knows that nothing he does will ever make his sin and guilt lighter

•he knows that even if one day,you bring yourself to forgive him

���he cant ever forgive himself

•so he bends his head low

•and clenches your hand tightly in his

•and sheds silent tears in the darkness of your room

Mycroft

•Mycroft tries hard to keep his cool as he stands behind the closed doors of your shared bedroom

•when the doctor had told him about your miscarriage with fake calmness,he had rushed to where you were supposed to be as fast as possible

•but even as he takes a deep breath

•and closes his eyes to reach for the door handle

•he cant, however,mask how his hands are shaking

•and how loud his heart is beating

•he kept praying for you to be asleep,so he doesnt have to face you

•but when he sees you sitting on your bed

•your face pale;dark circles decorating your lifeless eyes

•it makes him want to run

•but with shaky legs,he comes to your bed

•and sits down on the edge of it

•he doesnt know what to say,or do to comfort you

•but when you take his hands in yours

•a shaky breath escapes him,as he lowers his head

•rests his forehead against the back of your hand

•and for once in your life together

•your husband shakes while shedding silent tears on your lap

Welcome Home: Instruction (??) Update

we're back with another Welcome Home post yay!!! so context for the title, what do i mean by 'instruction'?

a little while ago, after the Halloween update, i checked in on the Welcome Home website to see if the Christmas update has come

it hasnt and there still isnt any Christmassy things on the site bUT it doesnt mean there's nothing new! when i first checked there were 4 instructions left around the site, but since those were the only changes i didnt make a new post

however!! there is now new things regarding those instructions!!! and i will be exploring those today!!! im excited

spoilers under the cut

now before this new update, there were 4 seemingly random instructions left around the site

on the main page in the 'Website Updates' section, was a single sentence "Write Hello."

on Sally's section of The Neighborhood page, there was a sentence above her picture "Reverse this image of Sally."

on the stickers page, there was a sentence above the neighbors section "Write "OK.""

and last but not least, there was a sentence at the very top of The Playfellow Exhibition page "Turn The Playfellow Exhibition upside down."

these were the only changes left on the site, and at first i thought it was something that we, the viewers/audience, were supposed to do

like to turn the exhibition upside down, maybe they meant to access the staff-only version of it? there IS a thing at the bottom of that page that says 'its in here' only for it to lead to nowhere

and maybe we're supposed to write 'hello' and 'ok' on the password entry ? since its the only place where you can write anything on the site (because the guestbook is closed) (i did try that but it didnt work)

and for reversing the image of Sally, some people have tried like, reversing it horizontally or color-reversing it which makes her blue and could be a connection to the possible 'nighttime' version of her

but with this new update!! its clear that the instructions werent meant for us, they were meant for Wally!

it doesnt lead to anything unlike the bug videos or the audio doodles, but still! an interesting revelation that the instructions werent meant for us at all!

lets check out the rest of them!

now THIS is very interesting

also since it cant be seen clearly, when you hover your mouse over the image (or open the image to see the tab title), a line of text says 'I did not understand you. Does this help you?'

i wonder if Wally knows who it is thats leaving these messages? or if he's just like 'ah someone wants me to do something, i should help them' or smth???

i think its funny that no one quite understands what they mean by 'reverse this image' but this is an interesting interpretation! literally showing the backside of the drawing

since i cant really figure out how this is supposed to help lets move on to the next instruction

HOLY SHIT

wow Wally has made a mess of things but like i like how he used the stickers to spell out 'OK'

oh look he acknowledges it

since its probably not clear, but the text says 'I did not write it. I did something else. I know who these neighbors are. Do you like them too?'

interesting

well now im REALLY interested to see how the exhibition page looks, since it said to 'turn it upside down' how will Wally accomplish that, i wonder

LMFAOO OK

he took that very literally it seems all instances of the phrase 'The Playfellow Exhibition' has been turned upside down, cute also hey look! a Christmas thing!

ooh the text is very interesting!

it says 'I did not know what to do. I think I am correct. Is it Homewarming where you are? Happy Homewarming.'

hmm based on the way its capitalized and the Christmas tree, 'Homewarming' is probably the equivalent of Christmas in their world, like how they dont have Valentine's Day but they have Mail-In-Time Day and its not Halloween its the Macabre Menagerie of Monstrous Mischief Making

hmm but that seems to be the only Christmas/Homewarming thing on the site

there is no other instruction or change to the site as far as i can see, and all thats left is to speculate the purpose of these changes

who gave these instructions to Wally? what are they trying to accomplish by doing these things? will there be more on this Homewarming holiday?

i have no idea what the answer to these questions are but wow!! very interesting

welp thats all for the update and all for today, byebye!

how did you& decide specifically on a purple monochrome?

the monochrome looks really neat, and I was wondering if there was a reason you& chose purple for it :)

is partly explain in this ask ! (ask about “what if change monochrome for different scenes”)

to quote part of it:

we chose purple as monochrome as it give extra interest in art and keep similar cold feel pure grey have , is personally feel purple is closest to black / grey than any other color (that why “evil color” and villains often purple)

we want make feel that at first glance , world very clearly still has color in form of purple , but if you stare & read long enough , it really does start feel like “truly 100% ‘grey’” because that what people in world feel .

theyre used to this purple as norm for so long brain interprets it as “grey”

only reminder that its not is when morning comes , when grey becomes more clear . even then , grey in morning is not “true grey” . true grey doesnt exist in WYGN funny enough

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tldr for that , purple chosen because closes color to black

and this first instance of WYGN monochrome made in 2018 , it was always purple based . Hell still use Exact Same Colors !! (tbh didnt realize this until did color pick)

However ! when we attempt do 2021 rework (it didnt go far) , colors were going to update to more blue hue as thought itd be more nicer look at , and cuz blue great color

remembered / found this on this visual “how to draw” guide from 2021 (lot has changed now , outdated )

we actually havent drawn anything with blue palette , so heres mockup + if true grey

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other than “purple close to black”

we just felt this specific kind of purple is best for WYGN , and very much is lot nostalgia behind it for us

moment we see This Specific Palette of purple , our brain thinks “Wish You Goodnight” as never see this kind grey purple used for monochrome artworks / comics .

blue palette or any kind slight change to overall color never look or feel right

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and now , is just feel purple as color is genuinely just under appreciated color . it such rich color that can feel warm and cold at same time , can look pink in lighter shade , close to black . has lot depth

in 2021 , hell even when picking back up in 2023 , we felt need to change purple into At Least blue because “blue looks better and blue inverted looks better cuz this kind purple is green yellow when invert (invert use in dream palette)”

but now feel happy and comfortable with current palette

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other than that , heres some more “what if” colors for monochrome ! wont be used at all in canon , but might be fun for artworks (mm the bottom left though , might use more for art)

idk about you , but to us these different palettes makes WYGN feel like a completely different series

main color palette / color used in your story (wether it game , comic , animation , etc.) will play such Major role in identity of story and how recognizable it is

using limited colors even if not story related can really help art stand out

ty for ask !

Do you have any tips for shading? your shady is very pretty and i want to do something similar!

ok im gonna be honest im incompetent as fuck so be patient .

my ultimate rule is that you need to do everything and constantly fuck around and keep moving like youre a shark because if you stop any time you will literally die .

step 1: boot up etterna

step 2: play a song just a tiny bit too much out of your skill range, fail

step 3: remember you were supposed to be drawing

step 4: quit the game

step 5: open drawing software

so this is gonna be odd to explain,

what i usually do is have the biggest color (aka the primary color of the thing im painting in) depending on the way i want to make the shading i obviously use a darker color of sorts . it depends on how i want to make the lighting look anyways .

important to mention here is that i try to choose colors that aren't exactly the color that's there (i always do this for colors like white)

look at this that shit is just straight up dusty pink

whats most important is that i just do whatever the fuck i want and sometimes choose colors that would be considered odd or something because otherwise its boring as balls . fuck around and find out

the darker color is usually hue shifted as well, i would never ever try to use the same color hue but darker for the shading directly, idc about shit it is not satisfying when i do that .

step 6: i forgot the steps they existed for the intro of this post only

okay . also note that i used a very similar color to the main color,

i hue shifted it ever so slightly, you can do this with more of a hue shift but MAKE SURE ITS CONTRAST IS LOW

blending in areas that need them aka the shadow isnt sharp . also dont blend everything you will regret your whole life choices if you dont keep a good amount of shadows sharp than not (this is obvious but its necessary to state for some people)

so this looks bland af right . yeah it does so i obviously need to do something aka slap more shit on it .

take the shading color or something

hue shift and move across to make the contrast less clear (if i didnt move it from the spot the original one was in it would make it be a darker color which i didnt want)

now it looks weird as fuck which is what i want . its an extra amount of color that might seem unnecessary but thru doing this i feel my soul thrive personally so i put on more and more colors with minimal contrasting as much as i like

^ this is how it wouldve looked if i didnt adjust the brightness/etc. when shifting the hue, it doesnt look as satisfying unless im gonna do another layer of darkening on that shadow (which i wasnt gonna do, this was just to add extra colors)

this is how it usually ends up looking in a mass scale, notice the bunch of similar colors (aside from the shading color or whatever) that are shifted in hues, the only reason its not jarring is bcz they Nearly have no contrast with one another it just looks trippy.

this Adding low contrast differently hued colors is just how i do anything really, i also often reuse the colors from one spot and put it in another even if they are barely related

see here i mushed very greyed greens with purples and slight pink tinges which look much more vibrant when next to one another (its good to have it be contrasting sometimes but do it with some control)

you have to keep a balance of hues and contrasting and lack of contrasting when painting, a balance of sharp and smooth blending and the like, a balance of light and dark

but most importantly you cant just keep doing the same shit over and over without any variation, you cant keep the balance being just black and white, sometimes you gotta fuck around and go against "rules" and especially go against everything i just said

not all colors interact the same way with one another thus need attention all on their own and if you dont change anything by experimenting its not gonna work

pro tip (???): i always say i slap colors onto things randomly and thats kinda true because i genuinely mess around by putting on more and more colors to stimulate my brain (whom is starving)

its up to you how much you do this.

i didnt necessarily explain how i shade exactly but i did *try* to explain how i ""pick"" the colors and such for it hope you enjoyed my ted talk . sorry if i repeated shit bcz im not proofreading this bye

Tintin and Haddock for the character opinion thing

A little long to my tastes, heres a readmore

Tintin! tried to give him eyeballs but gave up bc he looked like an illumation entretainment background character lol

He looks. Terrible. I havent drawn him years

ALMOST BINGO'D

wasted potential: I just think if hergé hadnt been a weirdo catholic on a mission, tintin would've been more interesting and have more emotional depth even if it is clear he has some underlying personal issues it is never actually Seen bc he's suppossed to be the paragon of virtue and strenght and all that. I havent read the comics in years so i may be wrong but that was my impression then and thats my impression now

not as deep as they seem: honestly! i can see where everyones coming from bc obviously a kid going around and doing whats correct on impulse or trying to decipher mysteries etc is bound to have some trauma but he rlly isnt all that in canon. He's just a Good and Strong and Pure Catholic Boy :))))) (rage)

nothing i like about them is technically canon: yes and no. I will admit theres some aspects of canon tintin that make him likeable like hurrying to help or being pretty reckless, but it's more about the implications i can come up with??

why do they look like that: im joking i know why they look like that but still. He looks so bland in comparison to the rest of the cast....

they work better as part of a dynamic: HONESTLY you can make him interact with any character in the series and there will be a fun back and forth, even with snowy it's funny/sweet how they interact with each other. Tintin rlly needs the other characters to actually shine bc to me he's kinda bland, like theres a wall and theres nothing that bounces back against him if his family or friends arent there

they got too much screentime: im joking BUT this isnt even exclusive to the story hes in i mean like theres too much of him around and i find him kinda overhyped and overrated sdsfsdsdsfsf no offense to ppl who like him im just like "i want that kid obliterated"

i actively dislike them sorry: SORRY sdfsdfdf it's so bland to say but i think im just soured about the work itself and its transformative works featuring him! nothing against the fans whenever i see his face im like "him? again?"

Free Space: the tibet adventure could easily be an adventure/romance movie like just thinking of the implications of dreaming of someone u havent seen in a long while and going by your gut that they are in danger... IT EATS ME how dedicated tintin is to his friendships in general but i will always think him and chang would develope something more.... (sighs) young love (cries)

Haddock! I just drew him from memory too

Now I didnt score but heres a little explanation to each space:

they are soooo cool looking: I just really like how hes so scruffy looking and has that blue/black color scheme is very simple but effective :) i also just like sea themed characters in general and middle aged characters with Issues:tm:

everyone but me is wrong about them <3: NOT really true im just thinking of common mischaracterizations i used to see or seen in bad fanfiction bc otherwise i think theres a lot of ppl that really "get" haddock's essence

if they were real i would be afraid of them: half true, i would be more irritated by him than afraid of him. Like shut your mouth old man! type of way

they are like a blorbo to me: for a long time haddock was a blorbo to me, im not tht attached to the character anymore but i do think of him fondly

not as deep as they seem: i had to repeat this to myself bc even if he is plenty fleshed out in the actual works i think as fans we see More than there actually is.

free space: pretty sure ive said this before but i will always see haddock's personal journey as healing from the abusive rship he had with Alan Thompson (which was a catalyst to substance abuse) and seeing value in himself bc the people around him value him (his cat, tintin, prof calculus) basically that found family goodness lol

Tw: vent, female body dysmorphia? (Idk I don't have an official diagnosis). description of feminine anatomy (boobs). I'm not asking for pity, I'm just spitting words out because I feel the need to make them known. A confession, of sorts. And maybe it'll help some of you feel less alone in your own journey.

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I'm not pretty.

I'm aware of the fact. Never really have been. Not exactly the textbook definition of "attractive" when I look in the mirror.

I dont feel unloved, I think that's a different thing. I know i have caring friends and family who have my back, but it's still not quite what Im getting at.

I hate mirrors. Specifically the big ones in the bathroom before I shower. I look at myself, my eyes taking in every flaw.

I used to be bigger, you see, and I do feel much better having lost a significant amount of weight but that in itself brought upon an entirely new type of insecurity.

At least when I was a larger size my shape was "normal," per se, in that i expected and understood that physique well.

I had gotten a gastric sleeve surgery (make stomach smaller so you can absorb less food, thus losing weight in a more "natural" manner). Considering my morbidly obese state at the time, it was a necessary adjustment for the sake of my own health.

Dont get me wrong, I'm happy with what I've done. It's been a massive change and I feel so much better from both a physical and mental perspective.

but oh boy, I never could have expected the kind of insecurity that accompanied rapid weightloss.

it was incredible for a while, watching my clothes fit looser and feeling like I had more energy. my mental health improved drastically. truly, this was one of the best decisions I ever made, and I dont think Id change it if given the chance. I do want to make that clear, my current feelings are just a bit of a side effect.

quickly shedding pounds means that your body doesnt really get a chance to re-absorb that loose skin. what once was round, fatty pudge has now become loose, dangling flab. it hangs over my waist, accentuating my gut and making it still look larger than it is. Unfortunately, the weight I've lost isnt enough to properly constitute those surgeries to remove the loose skin that exists, so I'm sort of just...stuck with it. Im still certainly not skinny by any means, but I feel as though I'd be a size or two smaller if that extra flab wasn't there.

My hips and thighs didnt change a whole lot, so I remain with a bottom-heavy, pear shaped form with a waist several inches behind my hips. pants are a struggle to find a comfortable fit as a result.

It doesnt really strike much thought at first, but I was pretty quick to remember that breasts are composed mostly of fat and soft tissue. One of the first places to start showing a decrease in size? yeah. My chest wasn't particularly huge in proportion to my body anyway, and they only got smaller. that's a blow to the self-esteem if ive ever seen one. ever try shopping for a 40A bra? they aren't very common.

Oh, and what I said before about loose skin? that applies there too. there's no shape, it just sort of...sags pathetically. it could almost be compared to the "boobs" of an obese man with the way they sit, and the thought disgusts me.

all in all im sagging, loose, and not what someone would call a pretty sight...ever. It makes me fear the longevity and even possibility of future relationships, because who would want something like this?

my only saving grace is when I take a closer look at myself. Look closer in the mirror, look at my face. that seems to be the only part of myself im mostly okay with.

I've got a soft, round face, dusted with a natural blush and a gentle chin. my ears arent too big, and ive got a little dimple when my mouth moves the right way.

pale blue eyes provide the only pop of color on my otherwise pale, boring body, a cloudy shade of slate with a ring of green around the pupil. I dont want to sound basic, bit they really do seem to change under the sun. hooded eyelids occasionally cause makeup to be frustrating, but i only wear the stuff on special occasions anyway so it's not exactly a huge deal for me.

My glasses help to frame my face, a cute but necessary prop(bc i am blind lol), with the added bonus of helping to hide the tired circles under my eyes.

A lot of people seem insecure about their noses, but mine has been mostly unproblematic throughout my experience with it.

I've had a surprising number of people comment on my "perfect lips" (a few ladies who helped me with makeup), bringing up the defined Cupid's Bow and naturally plump shape, a soft pink hue that exists all on its own. I never really thought much of it until someone told me.

My hair has always been a fickle thing, and I've had a bit if a love-hate relationship with it until fairly recently. I've found that I like it bobbed at my chin, where its light enough that the natural curls can have a strong effect. the most product I tend to use is this nice-smelling leave-in conditioner, which just helps to tone down the frizziness. I love the way the curls frame my chin and jawline, and it coils into these thick, beautiful springs after it dries from a shower. it's so soft and I love to run my fingers through it when it's been freshly cleaned. The current color is a dark purple, that looks almost black indoors, but it nearly lights up when the sun hits it. its natural color is a deep brown, and i still do like it, I just thought a bit of color would be nice for once.

Ive got moles and marks everywhere, but that's never bothered me. the little brown spots are fun, and a few of them on my arm can even be traced into a perfect arch.

the most unique aspect of my appearance is this...little patch of tiny moles in the center of my throat. The patch is only about a centimeter in full area, and it's covered in little raised brown bumps. Oddly enough, this part of my body has never been something I felt ashamed of, as the little patch of marks were one of the many things that made me, me.

So maybe my body isnt perfect. it's not the ideal shape, nor size, nor whatever else, but I guess there's some things about it that I dont mind so much.

had a dream last night (or well, last time i slept which was actually during the day but whatever) that was Once Again basically a fully fledged plotline

so like. everything after this point is within my dream/within the context of my dream, just to be clear.

so in my dream i was like, "time for bed" and fell asleep. then i woke up somewhere Completely different. first i noticed i was in a chair and was still waking up and was like this...isnt my room. wh? and then i started waking up a bit more and was like. oh god. this isn't my room. what the fuck. and i started looking around and i was in this. fucking Huge amphitheater? filled with other people in the seats. not like, FILLED filled, there was plenty of space between people, but there were still like. SO many of us there. and everyone else was also waking up/already awake and just as confused and stressed as i was. we found out none of us could get up from the seat. its not like we couldnt move and its not like there was anything tying us down but when we tried to stand up we couldnt.

it was at this point i noticed i actually Knew the person seated diagonally in front of me, and my first thought was "why is that asshole here too?" needless to say we did not like each other. i vaguely remember having some college classes with him and we never really got along. anyways he also spotted me not long after that and pulled a face, but then kept looking back at me. and i kept looking back at him too cause like. this situation was freaky as hell, and it was better than not knowing ANYONE there.

anyways eventually a hologram came up in the center of the amphitheater. just a humanoid figure, no recognizeable features. and an obviously distorted voice that started to explain we had been chosen for this event. it went on to tell us that great things awaited us if we could prove outselves. whenever anyone tried to curse it out or ask questions, it didnt respond so it was probably preprecorded and we all eventually quieted down so we could hear the explanation.

it said that we would all get a cube. at this point, two circular platforms rose from the stage. the one on my left had a BUNCH of cubes on it, and the one on the right had far less. all the cubes were the same size and color. small enough to place on your palm or in your pocket, and they each glowed a very faint blue color. it then explained that these cubes determined the value of our lives. this basically confirmed all our worst fears that this was Not an event any of us would Want to be a part of even if given the choice.

each cube was basically a record of the Points we had. the more points we had, the more valuable we were considered. after half a year, the top 10 values would win the event and be given amazing rewards that would change our lives for the better. money power education medicine nothing was beyond their ability to give you. (i didnt believe that at all honestly, but the dream ended before i found out if it was true or not). quick glance, there were Hundreds of people in that amphitheater. so the odds of top 10 were not great. also, it did not tell us what Would happen to anyone outside the top ten. it didnt say anythinglike "we'll kill you" or whatever. but it did say what Wouldn't happen. tldr: we would never get out of there. this was apparently a private island in the middle of fucking nowhere. only the people in the top 10 would be able to leave

but dont worry, we could choose our starting point a bit! we could start with an advantage. the much bigger pile of cubes on the left had a small amount of starting points. ranging from 5-20. the smaller pile of cubes on the right all had larger starting points. ranging from 20-60. we would only find out the exact amount of points our chosen cube after they all activated at once.

we could get points two ways. "completing tasks" or by taking them from other players. however, there would be only one task assign to us individually per day. (it did not elaborate on what the tasks would be...). so taking them was an "efficient" way to get points. you could do so by pressing one side of your cube to theirs for no less than three seconds. then transfer would begin. the longer you held them together, the more points youd suck away. there were also places we could spend points. there were stationary terminals all around the island where we could obtain food, water, tools, weapons, and other supplies. of course we could obtain some of these things on our own without points, but points were a sure way to get, say, safe water. or a lighter. and i remember how uh. Genuinely Horrifying it felt to hear it list "weapons" as things we could get. there would also be supply drops throughout the island on occassion. a siren would sound when one was gonna happen. we could only unlock these crates with points from our cubes.

then the hologram explained something. really fucking weird. we would each get a "companion" with a unique ability. they were like. tiny cute little mascots. mine looked like a Large butterfly-ish thing (like, the size of my face). the guy i knew had a companion that just looked like an orb (about the size of a fist?) that could squish and change shape a bit. everyones looked different and everyones had a different "function" which we would have to figure out on our own. i thought they were also just like. things explainable through science at first but we found out later they were more of a supernatural thing. anyways. more on that later. these companions could be "killed" temporarily. if your companion got got, it would eventually reform at the nearest reform/respawn pad. there were 4 total on the island you'd have to make your way to that and then link back up with your companion before anyone else found it. cause then they could link to it and then theyd have Multiple ones with Multiple powers. it was advantageous to have a mutually protective attitude with your companion (apparently they had could form their own personalities as well). and to keep an eye on respawn pads.

we would have to figure out where all the terminals and respawn points were on our own, but it let us know there was one pad right at the center of the stage where it was standing, and one terminal somewhere else in the amphitheater.

it said that we would soon be allowed out of our seats one by one to pick out a cube. there were some upset whispers about how that was unfair since the ones with more points would be taken first. we could exit the amphitheater after we chose a cube but there would be a "fence" keeping us close by until everyone had picked their cube. then it would disappear and we would be free to explore the island, find terminals/pads, map out the place, and complete out first "tasks"

after that. we were allowed to come pick out cubes one by one. a lot of the first ones to choose picked one from the high points pile, but a few started picking from the lower points pile as well.

anyways i like. leaned towards the dude i knew (i THINK his name was david but i dont remember for sure after waking up tbh) during a lull and whispered "hey. pick a cube with less points." and he like. rolled his eyes at me and was like "no shit sherlock"

idk for sure about him but i figure he came to the same comclusion which was: if you went with a higher number right off the bat youd be the target of...not Everyone im sure, but enough people to be Dangerous. everyone wanted the 60 points but there was no guarantee of it after all. adn youd have people aiming at you all while still trying to figure stuff out. low points were only a little bit of a disadvantage at first. so it was safer to go with that for now and lay low while you figured stuff out.

fairly soon, david went up, picked a cube with less points, looked at me, and left towards the east exit (there were 4, the one to my left was the east one). when it was my turn not long after that, i went up and did the same thing.

he was a ways away from the exit through the trees, turns out the place was surrounded by a forest. and The Fence. which he was standing pretty close to. it was this like. electric looking mesh that went up about...10 feet? maybe more. literally looked like it was made of pure electricity and was glowing white hot. got the feeling we should Not touch it. i picked up a stick to throw at it and it just fucking. disintegrated. and david went "i tried that with a rock and it did the same thing so whatever it is its dangerous"

there were still a lot of people left to choose cubes when i left (our turns had come fairly quickly), and we were the only ones in our area at the moment, but thered definitely be more soon. i asked him if he figured we could climb over somehow. maybe a tree. get a head start. but as far as we could see, there was a bit of a gap between the trees and the fence on either side so there was no safe way to do it.

we decided to figure out what our lil companions could do while we waited. he tried to like. squish his differently and it didnt really do much. could hold the form for a bit but would revert back to an orb soon. it wasnt a liquid but it wasnt a solid? and seemed to have a bit of a mind of its own already. i tried poking at mine but it kept flying around me like it was playing tag. i got a bit frustrated and jsut straight up Asked It "what can you do?" and after that a bunch of. glowy red/pink petals(?) appeared in the air around us. they were just stationary in the air, but would move as i touched them. but when david tried to move them they stayed still and wouldnt budge (later in the dream, i found out they could be detroyed or moved with enough force). and one of them even cut his finger so they were Sharp and not actually petals. i got the idea to clump them together in Steps to get over the fence. i found out my companion could control them fully and if i said it out loud or concentrated on the idea enough itd help me shape them how i wanted and then keep them there even if i touched them. so now we had steps. and david could step on them as well. so we were (as far as i know) the only ones/first ones to get over the fence at that point.

anyways, lots happened after that and my memory jumps around more. the cubes activated. i got 10 points and david got 12. we decided to team up, and heard fighting coming from inside the fence so we got far away. we found a terminal elsewhere after one night and everything cost a fuck ton of points so we decided he would get a machete and a lighter and some fishing line (this thing really had everything, and tolls were the least expensive, while weapons and food were the most expensive), and i would save points in case we needed emergency food or something.

at first the daily "tasks" were fairly simple and safe and would even direct us to do stuff that helped us anyways like. catch a fish or something. (it was like. a little screen projected from our cube, the cube would vibrate to let us know a task was ready to be take. we never found out how they verified the tasks tbh but figured there was surveillance everywhere). and they gave only a few points. but then they started getting riskier and promoting more violence and we stopped taking them unless we felt like we Had to (certain tasks came in with. Disturbing timing). there were fights with other people. i could use my companion's abilities to attack and defend, and he could use his to mostly defend (he could stretch it and it was hard to pierce or dent in any way). we saw people get killed. we got hurt at times. really hurt sometimes. thankfully we figured out his orb had a function that could heal wounds as long as they werent like. immediately Critical (and so long as you could find a place to stay still so it could heal you which got. very very hard to do).

after a while (a couple of months? maybe?) we figured we were already down to half the original people on the island. either through fighting or starvation/dehydration/exposure/injury/etc. which was. bleak. we also figured out that. as far as we could tell, we were the Only people that knew each other before all this. no one else seemed to recognize or know each other from before in the slightest. (never got to figure that out before waking up).

near the end of my dream, my butterfly got killed. we needed to get to the place itd reform, but people tended to stake those out and things could get very violent very quickly (same with terminals, it was actually Safer - though less steady - to see if a supply drop happened to land Near you so you could beat people to it then run before anyone got there. and then hope it had the things you needed like some protective gear, boots in your size, more tools, clean bandages, jerky, etc. ANYWAYS). but we decided we had to go anyways. losing just one companion was a huge blow (by that point we each had two but i cant remember what the others were rip), and plus the little guy had been with me sicne day one and had developed its own mind and had like. given its life for me. so i Had to go and david understood that.

we approached very Very cautiously, using his second companion's ability to scout things out a bit. we saw my butterfly reform on the pad and two people immediately made a dash for it from whatever cover theyd been using and then started fighting.

i made a run for it while they were occupied and got really close to it, but thats when i woke up

kinda half convinced that someone sniped me and i died and thats why i woke up. regardless, sorry david for leaving you alone in that situation he ended up being a really good guy actually

Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

The Other Nevrakis

Chapter 5 - I Love The Night Life

Pairings- Drake x OC (Lilith Nevrakis), Liam x Riley

Book- TRR Book One 

Synopsis- Lilith Nevrakis is the younger sister of Duchess Olivia, and the black sheep of her family. Drake Walker is the best friend of the Crown Prince. Lilith and Drake are similar in that they both prefer random hookups to relationships. Once they meet, something in each of them changes and they both realize they want more out of life. But is what they want, each other?

A/N- This pretty much follows the events of TRR Book 1, but this is an AU where Olivia has a younger sister and Riley is Maxwell’s cousin. The story alternates between Lilith and Drake's POV, but not in first person.

Warnings- Language, Drinking, Sensuality, NSFW (there will be lemons!)

Word count- 2,220

Chapter Warning- NSFW (attempted lemons😆)

18+ only

Catch up here.

After the formal dinner on their first night in Lythikos, Liam and Drake were relaxing in the royal suite. Drake slid open the back door and whistled, “Damn, is that a hot tub?”

Liam smiled, “Yes. Want me to invite Lilith over to share it with you?”

Drake flipped him off and Liam laughed. 

“So, I want to take Lady Riley to a concert tonight.”

“That’s cool.” Drake hopped onto the over sized plush bed.

“And.. I was wondering if you would come with us?” Liam looked at him hopefully.

“Why me? You want me to be your wingman?” Drake laughed.

Liam shrugged, “It’s just.. I don't want her to think I’m putting any pressure on her.  I want to spend time with her, but I want her to feel like it's friendly.”

Drake smiled. Liam was such a gentleman. And he couldn't deny his best friend a secret rendezvous with the woman he was potentially going to marry. “Sure. I'll go.” 

Liam’s worried expression melted into a grin. “Oh thank you! I'll text her!”

After Liam had changed outfits several times to find just the right ‘dressy casual’ look, the three of them rode to the bar together. Drake was pretty sure he was going to be the third wheel all night, but he didnt care. At least he could hear some music and have a drink. Riley was wearing a short, very tight red mini dress and Drake couldn't help but notice Liam’s face matched the color of her dress every time he looked at her. 

“This is so exciting!” Riley giggled as she sat between them in the limo. 

“I just wanted to show you around Lythikos and give you a taste of their nightlife.” Liam smiled at her. “You said you've never been to Lythikos before, correct?”

“Never!” She smiled softly at Liam, staring into his eyes. “And.. I’m glad I get to share it with you.” 

Riley cleared her throat as she looked over at Drake. “Um, and you too, Drake!”

Drake chuckled, “Sure.”

They exited the limo with four Royal Guards dressed in plain clothes so as to not attract attention to themselves. Liam kept his head down as they made their way to a VIP room so that he wouldn't be recognized. Once the band started playing, Riley pulled Liam up to dance with her. Drake watched his friend beam at her, and a strange feeling grew inside of him. Jealousy. In all the years he knew Liam, Drake never felt jealous.. Not when they were kids and Liam got better toys and better parties. Not when they were older and Liam got more women, and basically everything he ever wanted. Drake's heart sped up as he realized he was actually jealous of Liam. Not that he wanted Riley.. Just the feeling that Liam had. Drake shook his head to try and clear his thoughts. This was stupid. He stood up and headed downstairs to the bar to get a drink.

Drake spoke to the bartender, “whiskey, neat.”

The bartender handed him his drink and smiled. “You alone tonight, daddy?”

Drake looked at her closely for the first time. She was tall, with bleach blonde hair, an obscene amount of makeup, and huge breasts. The usual type he ended up with at the end of the night. “Sort of.”

She leaned across the bar and spoke in his ear, “You don't have to be.” Drake smirked at her as he sipped his drink. She licked her lips seductively and trailed her finger down his jaw. “I get off in an hour. You could come home with me.”

He leaned toward her, giving a cocky grin. “And what would we do?”

She ran her fingernails through his hair and he shivered. “Whatever. You. Want.”

Drake took a deep breath. “Then I guess I’ll see you in an hour.” This was too easy. He didn't even have to try, and this woman was throwing herself at him.

Drake tucked the bartender’s phone number in his pocket and scanned the crowd. That’s when he saw her.

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Lilith was thankful they made it back to Lythikos in time for her to see her favorite band play. She couldn't shake that empty feeling, and did the only thing she knew to try and fill the void in her- she found a man to hook up with. Tariq was along for the engagement tour and made it no secret that he was interested in having sex with Lilith. He came to her room one night at the Palace and said if she was ever down, there would be no strings attached. He may be a little strange but Tariq was an easy target, a sure thing. She invited him to the concert so she didn't have to go alone, and as an added bonus she would get laid. 

The band made it through a few songs, and Lilith recognized the next one as her favorite. She grabbed Tariq and pulled him onto the dance floor. He put his hands on her hips and she leaned back against his body. He wasn't as tall or muscular as Drake. She frowned as she realized she even thought of Drake. Who cares? Lilith closed her eyes and rolled her hips against Tariq and felt him getting hard against her ass. That was quick. She almost chuckled out loud, but stopped short when she noticed none other than Drake Walker, alone at the bar.

She froze briefly, but quickly regained her composure. What the fuck is he doing here? Did he follow me? Then she remembered telling Liam about the band playing tonight when he wanted ideas of where to take Riley. He must have dragged Drake along. She felt his eyes on her and decided to take things up a notch with Tariq. Lilith spun around to face him and trailed her hands down his torso. Tariq was clearly trying to hide his boner, but couldn't stop himself from reaching around and grabbing her ass. Lilith leaned forward and gave him a small kiss against his jaw, causing him to shiver. 

“Um, Lady Lilith..” Tariq panted. “I.. truly am enjoying this, but you must know that-”

“Shut up.” She breathed in his ear and kissed him there, letting her tongue slip down to his neck. 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Drake watching them and it spurred her on even more. She spun back around and Tariq ran his hands down her waist. She continued to move to the beat and Tariq sucked in a sharp breath as her backside grazed against his crotch. “Lilith.. You should know that it has been.. quite a long time since I last-”

She brought her arms back around his neck and pushed her ass against his obvious boner and he gasped. In the next moment he tensed, holding onto her tightly and breathing hard against the back of her neck.

 “You've gotta be kidding me.” She looked down at the wet spot on his pants.

“I tried to tell you!” Tariq was looking around to make sure no one else noticed. “It's been a long time since I .. got off.”

“Oh my god. Why didn't you tell me you were that close?!” Lilith covered her face with her hand. This was a first.

“It isn't proper to say such things to a lady!”

Lilith whispered, “If you're about to blow a load in your pants, then screw decorum and just say it!”

“Noted.” Tariq frowned. “Well, now what..”

“Now I guess we go back to the estate. Unless you have some extra pants.” As frustrating as this night was, she felt bad for Tariq. This had to be a million times worse for him.

“I’m afraid I don't.” He looked around the crowded room. “Just please walk in front of me.”

Lilith remembered Drake and glanced over to the bar. He was talking to the bartender, and pretending Lilith didn't exist. She breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't see the horrendous event that transpired on the dance floor, but her heart dropped as she saw the bartender stroking his face. She stopped short to watch them and Tariq bumped into her backside. Lilith cringed as she realized he probably just got his sausage gravy all over the back of her dress. What a fucking night.

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Drake watched Lilith dance with Tariq. He wanted to look away, but for some reason he just couldn't. She was wearing a tight black dress with her wavy red hair falling across her bare shoulders as she danced to the beat. Tariq had his hands all over her and she clearly enjoyed it. He watched Tariq grab her ass, and it made Drake feel sick to his stomach. “Who the fuck cares?!” He said softly to himself.

Lilith leaned forward and kissed Tariq’s neck and Drake had to look away. He was on his third glass of whiskey and the bartender told him she was about to get off work. He just needed to screw her and get his head back on straight. Forget Lilith Nevrakis. 

“You ready to go, baby?” The bartender twirled her car keys and beckoned Drake over to her.

He quickly looked over to Lilith and saw her and Tariq leaving. She was probably about to screw him. “Ya. Let’s go.”

Once they got to the bartender's station wagon she opened the door to the backseat. She clearly had no intention of taking him home with her. Oh well, he thought. Drake was no stranger to sex in the back of a car. He followed her into the back seat and she jumped on him, kissing him hard.

He closed his eyes tightly and kissed her back, feeling disappointed. She didn't taste like strawberries and whiskey the way.. nevermind. She roughly grabbed his crotch and started massaging him over his pants. “Do I have to do all the work?” She huffed as she grabbed his hands and put them against her breasts. “Say my name, Drake!”

Drake kissed her back and frowned. Had she told him her name? Shit. This woman was trying her hardest to get him aroused, but it wasn't working. Drake had never had this problem before. He closed his eyes and thought about things that turned him on. He could fake it through this, if he just used his imagination. His mind was blank. Come on think dammit, what turns you on? Lilith's face flashed in his mind. Fuck. Drake pulled back and looked out the window. “I'm sorry.. I can't do this.”

“Just give me a few more minutes, I can get it hard.”

Drake sighed. No she couldn't. He was as flaccid as a washed up piece of seaweed. “Look, it's just not gonna happen. It’s not you, its-”

“You must be joking.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don't give Jessie the ‘it's not you it's me’ bit!”

“Jessie?”

“Me, you idiot! You don't even remember my name?!” Her face was red with anger, and she looked as if she was about to hit him.

Drake had to get away and fast. Not only was this woman hard up and rejected, she was referring to herself in the third person. He threw open the car door and hopped out, leaving Jessie yelling obscenities after him as he jogged back. 

Drake trudged back up the stairs into the VIP room where Liam was seated at a table having a glass of scotch. The band must have been taking a break because it was relatively quiet for the first time since they arrived. He sat next to him and dropped his forehead down hard against the table. “Ughhhhh.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Drake couldn't see him, but was sure Liam had that concerned look he always gave him. 

“Everything..”

“I don't understand.” Liam scooted his chair closer. “Did something happen?”

Drake sat up and looked at Liam in panic. “No! Nothing happened! No matter how hard I tried to make it happen, it didn't!”

“Are you drunk?” Liam eyed him warily.

“I wish. Then at least I would have a reasonable excuse.”

“Drake..” Liam frowned. “Just tell me what you're talking about.”

“I had a super hot woman ready to go and I… couldn't…” He put his head in his hands. “I couldn't!”

“Couldn't sleep with her? Why not?”

Drake sighed. “Oh god, Li.” He was going to have to spell it out for him. “I couldn't get it up!”

“Oh.” Liam leaned back in his chair, eyes wide.

“What's wrong with me? Do you think I need to go to a doctor? I'm too young for this!” Drake started panicking. He could not have this problem at twenty-eight years old. 

To his surprise, Liam chuckled. “I.. don't think that's it.”

They were interrupted as Riley came back from the restroom. “What are you boys talking about?”

Drake gave Liam a warning look and Liam smiled. “Nothing. Are you enjoying yourself Lady Riley?”

The band started playing again, and Riley's eyes lit up. “I am. But I’d enjoy myself a lot more if you danced with me again!”

Liam smiled brightly and followed her onto the dance floor, and Drake slammed his head back down on the table. What a fucking night.

Hot Spring

Fem!Reader x Cassian smut - the long awaited hot spring fic. N S F W

Three days of flying. Three days of frozen wasteland wind on your wings. Your body ached. It didn't bother to shiver anymore. Cassian was coasting lower and lower, his feet nicking the tips of trees before he lifted himself back up. You could tell his wings were stiff too.  "Break." You called weakly, your shoulders were pulling inwards. It was well past time for a stop. "Thank the Mother." You heard him mutter ahead. You smiled. He hated being to first to call for break. You could tell you were drawing closer to the Middle each day, but you had opted to take a wide berth around the mountain. It added a day to the trip. A day of pelting ice against your sore body and wings.  "I'll get some wood." He said once you landed. He flared his wings out, groaning at the strain. You watched the massive arches of them fold back in slowly, and felt the relief of it second hand. His face was blissful when he opened his eyes. He grinned tiredly and headed to the forest to collect branches. You couldn't ignore the way that groan ignited a bit of heat between your legs. You were grateful he left before he could scent it on you. You tried gathering as many small dry sticks and tinder as you could. After the storm that had hit, it was difficult. You dusted off your hands on your pants and sighed, not bothering to make a fire pit. It would likely not be happening with such damp timber.  His yell made you jolt upright. "Cass?" You called. Your voice seemed muffled against the trees. Too quiet, too alone. Your heart stuttered with the adrenaline kicking in. No response from him. You started to run, tearing through ferns and branches as you went. Some vines cut your palms but you kept calling for him. "Cass!?" He was grinning when you found him. Stupidly, gleefully grinning. "What the hell Cass?" You breathed, your body aching. The run was exhausting. You legs strained to keep you up after jumping over so many obstacles. He began pulling off his tunic, to which you cleared your throat, trying to excuse yourself to look away. Embarassment stained your cheeks. "Dont be shy, come on." He waved you over, noting the way he took off his pants like he was ready to fu-You cut off the thought before it could spawn more wicked ones. You squinted over his shoulder, following his finger. Then you burst into chaotic laughter.  He was fully naked by the time he reached the steaming pool of water. A sight that you wished you could save in your memory forever. His tanned muscled body moving so gently to ease into the water. You followed him in with ease, the rushing heat in your veins from the sight of him making it much easier to undress with him there. You were again grateful for the distance between you. You prayed he didnt catch a whiff of your pheromones before you entered the water. You wanted to keep it strictly professional with him, despite the attraction you felt there. Besides that, he acted plainly uninterested daily.  You did catch the slight color change of his cheeks when you dipped into the spring though. + The hot spring was steaming against the cold air. Snow melted a few feet above the heat rising. The murky water was just big enough to fit you and Cassian fully, wings out. Soaking them was a relief enough to make you groan when you stepped in. Cassian had done the same, flexing his wings out and sighing once fully submerged.   It was a comfortable space... or it would have been, if you were clothed. Your leg bumped his and you felt embarrassment and anxiety race to your cheeks. You looked to the snow covered trees around you, avoiding eye contact. Avoiding acknowledging that you were both within feet of each other, naked.  Thankfully, the storm seemed to break after a few minutes in the hot spring. The winds no longer whipped at your exposed skin, and birds began singing in the trees far in the distance. The skies were dark still, a looming threat of more ice or rain.  "We need to leave first thing in the morning." Cassian sighed, wiping water from his face. He splashed some on his neck. Making his tanned skin gleam in the overcast light coming through. You swallowed hard, trying not to stare at him. At his exposed skin or the biceps that flexed while he massaged his shoulders. "We dont need to talk about that right now." You dismissed, sinking further down in the water. His leg bumped yours again and you tried your best to ignore it. The water rippled around your hands when you lifted them to your hair, rinsing it without getting it fully soaked.  "You're gonna freeze when we get out of here." He laughed, making the water ripple. You didnt care, the water felt better than anything you'd ever experienced. Your hair could fall off for all you cared. Your wings sung in approval at the heat soaking into them. Your bones felt finally at ease. You must have made a sound of approval, because Cassian cleared his throat and looked away nervously. "What's the matter General?" You laughed, giddy on the feeling of warmth again. "Afraid of-" He cut you off with a dark stare before you could continue.  "Afraid of you attracting some wild male beast to us? A bit yes." He adjusted his legs again and you didnt miss the way he seemed to turn his lower half away from you. You smiled wickedly. His cheeks went red. "And you're not a wild male beast?" You asked, voice low. Maybe it was the water, but warmth not only surrounded you but was creeping between your legs even more than before. You could feel him staring at you, could feel the heat that seemed to bore into you with his eyes. Your eyes locked with his and his flared, only slightly. Wings tucked in, and he straightened himself in the hot bath. His nipples hardened in the cold air.  "Is that what you think of me?" His voice was deeper, it rumbled down your spine in a way that made your toes curl.  You dared not answer, that wicked grin on his face made you want to challenge him. "What if I did?"  That was all he needed. He stood, the water steaming off him in the cold. The water barely covered his hipbones, and you tried your hardest not to glance any further down. "I guess I'd just have to prove it to you." He came close to you, and leaned down. Close enough you could feel his warm breath against your cold cheek. Your skin flushed. Then he shook his damp hair out right there. Splashing you with cold droplets. You shielded yourself and glared. When he straightened and tilted his head back to laugh you rose, caught his hair in a hand and yanked his head back. You didnt think about what you were exposing until his hands were on your hips. Balancing you together. your gaze flew to his throat, how it bobbed when before he spoke. You could barely hear him over your heart pounding in your ears. His thumbs dug into you slightly, squeezing in such a gentle delicate way. "I'd say you might like this. Having control." His eyes were dark, and the slight color in his cheeks made your breath almost knock out of you at the words. "And what if I do?" "Then I'd say do whatever. You cant break me." You loosened your grip in his hair and he posed over you, hovering. Waiting to strike. Waiting for your approval to do so. You traced a finger from his chin, down his neck, to his perfectly sculpted chest and abs... Then lower. You didn't touch his hardness, not yet. You teased, tracing your fingers around his most sensitive areas. Around his thighs under the water, the soft curve of his ass. He hissed at the lack of touch. You pressed closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.  He stuck. In a frenzy he took your chin and angled your lips to him. His tongue entered your mouth in a slow, delicate way that did not match how his body moved. He wrapped his arms around you and hauled you up, out of the pool with ease. His growl of approval when you pulled on his hair again sent flutters down your stomach.  He brought you to a nearby cave, ducking under thick shrubbery that covered the entrance. He never stopped kissing you. It was surprisingly warm inside, and the bag he had carried lay beside a few rocks set up for a fire. "I thought you were looking for firewood, not a place to stay." You scolded between his soft lips meeting yours.  "I figured you'd appreciate this more." He breathed a shaky laugh and set you down, guiding you gently to the floor. He practically drooled at the sight of you splayed before him, and his hands traced your thighs with surprising delicacy that you were beginning to expect of him. "I'll show you what a wild male can do." He purred, then began kissing down your stomach. He lapped a tongue over your hipbones, one lick over each side. His cock twitched at the reaction he earned from you.  Gods he didnt know how much he really wanted you until this finally happened. He didnt think just being naked with you would make him so needy. It was a struggle not to take you then and there, but he wanted to enjoy the sensations. He wanted to make your time alone last. He wanted to make you scream and beg on his tongue. He wanted this potential one time opportunity be worth it. He pinched one of your nipples, rolling it in his fingers. You let you a soft moan, and he cursed. "Cassian-" You breathed when his other hand slid between your legs. He cupped you, his fingers playing softly with the folds of your wetness. "Fuck baby-" He sighed, trying to ignore the aching of his cock.  His thick fingers teased your entrance. You ground down on him, begging for any sort of friction. The heat your pussy throbbed with was begging for anything he could give. "So impatient." He tisked, but finally relented. He pushed a finger inside you, curling it ever so slightly. "Mother above... you're so tight." He palmed his cock, spreading the precum over his length.

His dark hair tickled your belly when he lowered his lips to you, circling over your clit. You bucked into him, begging for more. He flattened it against you, testing, teasing. All the ways he wanted to play with you, and he didnt have the time. The patience to do it. He cursed the Cauldron and the Mother herself for such an unfortunately timed opportunity. He lapped at you finally, in rhythm with his pulsing finger. 

You could have screamed, you could have begged for more and more and more to be inside you. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction so early. You eyed his cock, and reached for it. Before you could grasp his thick length though, He hauled you upward. lifting your bottom half off the ground and pulled you to his mouth, drinking you in so deeply that he hoped the taste of you would never leave his tongue. 

Your hips bucked into him, and his finger pulled out gently. He held you to him, his tongue darting inside your pussy and lapping at it. He hummed in approval, like a starving male. "I'm going to-" You panted, feeling yourself get closer and closer to coming with each passing of his tongue over you. Then he stopped. Abruptly, as if he knew how close you were and wanted to really make you burn. Your broken sigh of displeasure was quickly cut off by his tongue entering your mouth, spreading your own juices on you. It was sloppy, and fast. He laid down and pulled you over him. 

Straddling his hips, you drug your nails down his chest in a long slow line. He smiled wickedly, and his hands palmed your ass. "Do whatever you want, baby. I'll take care of you." He promised. You hummed in approval and pushed back against his cock, teasing his head at your entrance. "Mother above..." He sighed, feeling the heat there. Your core coiled, begging to take him right there. But you wanted to torture him as he had done to you. 

You slid down, and lowered your mouth to his tip. His scent mixed with yours in the filthiest of ways, and it made you go into a frenzy of heat. Burning more than before, you took his cock in your mouth in one go. You let his spit mixed with yours slide down his cock, and palmed his balls. He panted, and his ass tensed, trying to push deeper into your mouth. You held him down, and pulled up from his length enough to catch his eyes. "Fuck-" he moaned, and his head landed back on the stone under you. A spurt of precome slicked his tip, and you hummed around him. 

"Get up." He pulled at your hair, his hands flying to your hips and placing you perfectly over his cock. "I need you." He said, voice a gravely tone. You smiled, enjoying the words and the sight of him so flustered. You couldn't deny you were on the verge of breaking down too. 

"What do you say?" You said, lowering on to him ever so slowly. He sucked in a sharp breath and groaned when you stopped halfway down his incredible length. "Please-" He begged. "Please fuck me. Please. I need you." The words made you melt fully. And you seated yourself on him, like a lock sliding into place. He filled you so perfectly so right. It made your head spin with pleasure. You rode him, slowly at first, adjusting to his size. Then, hard and fast and held yourself up for him to fuck into you. Mutters of dirty words and promises of more more more had you panting. He sucked on your chest, leaving a dark mark on your collarbone.  "You're going to kill me." He sighed, gripping your hips tighter. He flipped your bodies, gently guiding you below him. The cold stone against your back brought goosebumps to your arms. His thumb circled your clit as he slid slowly, in and out of you. Adjusting again to the new position.  You could feel your mixed wetness coating your ass, and sliding on the smooth cave floor. You'd never been so wet in your life. You writhed with pleasure below him, angling your hips so he could hit that sensitive spot over and over again. He started thrusting faster, hissing when your nails sliced down his back. He grunted, feeling you tighten around him. You knew you wouldn't last with him fucking you like that. You placed a hand on his chest, and he slowed. "I'm going to come if you keep-" He shook his head and smiled "Come with me baby, I'm close too." He started at the previous pace again, but this time he lifted your hips, angling even deeper inside you.  You could have blacked out with the pleasure of it. The immense feeling of your climax roaring to life. He could feel it too, the way your insides tightened with each brush over your gspot. And it only got him closer. His cock ached, his balls ready to release. But he waited, he wanted to feel you coming on his cock. He watched your eyes flutter and pinch closed, the way your red lips formed a perfect oval. And then the crashing of your orgasam squeezing him. He couldn't hear himself with the roaring in his ears, but he knew he was loud was loud. His head tilted back, and he let himself go.

You came, hard. You walls clenching around him so he couldnt stop even if he wanted to. He spilled inside you, the tension in his belly finally releasing and spurting inside your heat. You milked him for all he had, and even after he was spent and shaking with his release he still slowly slid in and out of you. He rested his shaking hands on either side of your head, giving you a weak smile.  Then, the breath was stolen from him. His eyes met yours and you froze. It was cataclysmic. Like a mountain crumbling in front of you, you could not look away. His eyes shone, wide and bright at his newfound perspective. "I-" He stammered, and his shaking worsened. 

You didnt know what to do. Your hands shook as well when you took his face and brought him down to kiss you. The golden light of the newfound bond shimmered in your mind. 

"My mate-" You finally made the words come out, astonishment disappearing. What replaced it was utter joy. Complete happiness that made your previous experiences with joy seem like stone faced indifference. The feeling of love poured from you so heavily it dwarfed the fear, the paranoia, the sadness over it possibly being over with him. Because it would never be over. You would always be destined together, linked on a cosmic level. Even if it didnt work out, that didn't change he was your mate.

"It makes so much more sense now." He laughed, his trembling fingers pushing hair out of your face. "That's why I could never stay away. I thought I was being a creep." 

You laughed. "A mate is creepy enough. But I'm glad its just you." You pushed his hair back, and pulled him down to lay on you. You fell asleep like that, for a long while. curled around each other in the cave filled with the warmth from your bodies.

Hi, Can I request some hcs of Byakuya, Hajime and Kazuichi reacting to their s/o crying because stress? Thanks ^^

STRESSED S/O • byakuya, hajime, kazuichi x gn s/o

hi anon! of course you can, i really hope youre doing okay, and my dms are always open if you need someone to talk to. since you didnt mention the gender of the reader i just made it gn. please dm me if you want to change anything! i hope you like these.

tws/cws: internalizing feelings, stress & crying.

|| -> mod taka <3

is definitely someone who had to go through and deal with stress even at a very young age. i feel like he would, surprisingly, be the most understanding of your situation.

you two were just studying in his library for the upcoming test, and all of a sudden you started to sob. it caught him very off guard, to say the least.

he first asked what was going on, and if you needed anything. he has an abundance of servants ready to comply to his every demand, so nothing is out of reach for him.

when you say that youve been so ridiculously stressed, tired and burnt out recently, he feels his heart sink. he has been through this exact situation before, crying in his room because he was so overwhelmed and stressed, so it breaks his heart to see you like this.

knows exactly what it feels like, so he asks what has been making you feel so stressed. if its something that someone else is causing, he'll intimidate them into dropping whatever it is theyre doing to you, and lets you off the hook.

if its school, then he offers to help you with it. he practically does your school work for you if this is the case, insisting that you need rest. hes had to balance being an affluent progeny and being a top student for years, so he's happy to help in any way.

if its a bunch of small things that have slowly piled up, then he'll command his servants to do these things for you, having atleast one task be handled by one of his helpers so it can be done more efficiently.

after he clears the problems that has been causing you to be so stressed out, and made sure that youve gotten the appropriate amount of rest, he also decides to open up about the impact stress has had on his life.

this is to help you know that you arent alone, and that he'll always be there for you to help whenever you need it. because no one was there to help him when he was going through this, he doesnt want you to feel the same lonliness he had to bear.

when you two are just eating lunch together and talking about regular things that a couple talk about, and you suddenly start crying out of nowhere, hes extremely concerned.

starts asking a bunch of questions in his panicked state, which obviously overwhelmed you even more, so he paused and just asked what was making you cry.

after explaining youve been going through some things, that youve been internalizing all the stress and tiredness you feel, he puts his hands on yours and tries to comfort you by asking if theres anything he can do.

he'll try to help by buying you stress toys. he'll buy you the ball ones that are filled with slime in your favorite color. you can tell hes not the most experienced in giving gifts like these, but hes trying!

will ask chiaki and sonia for help. will not share your struggles with them, since its a secret for the both of you, but they agree to help either way. since youre hajimes friend, then youre also theirs.

chiaki will introduce you to games that are made for dealing with stress, and if they allow multiplayer, then hajime will gladly play with you.

sonia introduces you to some places that she goes to when shes feeling down on herself, and offers that you and hajime should take a date in those spots.

if you have any specific coping mechanisms, then he'll be happy to indugle in them with you. if, for example, cosplaying is one of the ways you cope, then he'll cosplay with you, if it helps you feel any better.

hajime will also take advice from nekomaru, and buy you a small punching bag that you can beat up if you need some kind of outlet to take your stress out on.

introduces you to some of the ways he deals with stress! one of these ways is by going to high, deserted areas and yelling everything you feel as loud as you can to let your feelings out.

while he isnt exactly the most knowledgeable in the stressed department, he'll do anything you want if it helps you feel happier and less heavy. if youre happy, then hes happy.

is confused at first, but he definitely gets there in due time. you just have to explain why youre crying so hard when he was just explaining how to repair a motorcycle, and he'll start to understand.

is very energetic and enthusiastic, so he tries to motivate you by offering to help with your work. even if you insist that he doesnt need to help you, he does it anyway. youre clearly going through something, so he'll try his best to be by your side.

tells you that crying is a completely normal response to being overwhelmed or stress. he wants to be someone that you can be vulnerable in front of, since hes your s/o.

makes a small heart shaped machine that lets him send you little reminders and messages, no matter where he is. he uses it most to ask how youre doing, if youve eaten, drank water etc...

if you know what a rage room is, then thats something he would do for you. as a mechanic, he has a bunch of metal stuff just laying around that isnt gonna be used, so he offers to let you destroy it, as a way to get rid of your stress.

hypes you up in the background while you beat an old, broken microwave with a wooden bat. also probably plays a song thats really upbeat so you can feel more adrenaline.

if you prefer more calming ways to relieve your stress, then he offers to let you pet some animals. i personally headcanon him as someone who is friends with the cats and dogs in his neighborhood, so he leads you to where they all are so you can pet them, if youd like.

hes definitely trying his best to help you, he just needs a little guidance. kazuichi may not be the greatest person to go to when you need some help for dealing with stress, but he cares more than anyone else.

CW. LONG POST for the immortal!mc... I see lady yuu having a personality like toph from "Avatar the last Airbender". People are careful around her do to her status and doesn't know why she likes to hang around adeuce and grimm, but she likes how open they're around especially when grimm calls her "his henchmen".

Immortal!mc: *has been calling grimm for an hour* GRIMM!

Grimm: *ignores her*

Mc: *sigh* *dramatically* Oh the great and powerful grimm lord of flames

Grimm:*smugly* hmm~yes~

Sebek: *windows exp crashing noises*

Has a Harry Potter the Half Blood Prince moment in alchemy class.

Mc: *reading potion text book* *under her breath* cut up the moon bloom? You crush the moon bloom *notice a lot incorrect information in the text book* CREWEL!

Crewel: *walks over* yes mistress yuu?

Mc: You let these children brew these potions incorrectly? I hope they haven't been drinking them!

Crewel: with all due respect mistress yuu the information in the book is correct i can assu-

Mc: I know you're not telling ME of all people the steps in the potion book is correct?

Crewel: *gulps*

Mc: you crush not cut the moon blooms and you use the blue spider mushroom and not the yellow puff ball mushroom! And the final product should be yellow and not a lilac color!

I see her having a staff or something of the like and it has everyone confused because 'she doesn't have magic' yeah she doesn't have magic but she likes to uses it like a walking stick. She likes to watch the students with Ashton during P.E occasionally hit them with her staff.

Immortal!mc: *bonks student* No your form is all wrong! *shows them correct form* DO IT AGAIN!

Somedays when Trein wants to grade papers he'll have immortal!mc tell stories of her youth, she tells the a story of a flying ship with a captain with a hook for a hand, a medicine woman of a young emperor and her ditzy henchmen, a shady voodoo man she met at a tavern, and a woman just as old as her who kidnapped a princess to keep herself young.

During chapter 5 vil catches her in the mirror chamber one day and askes her about the mirror the beautiful queen.

Mc: *walks up to the mirror of darkness, touches the side resting her head on the frame of the mirror* It's been a long time my old friend

Mirror of darkness: *appears* I you my friend I you...

Everyone in the mirror chamber: 👀👀👀

Vil: *in shock and awe* ᵂʰ��ᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵘᶜᵏ..

During chapter 6 Vil comes to yuu during vdc training camp and askes her questions about her relationship with the mirror of darkness.

Vil: Miss yuu can I ask you about the mirror.. again?

Mc: *puts down her tea* oh yes! I never did answer your questions earlier

Mc: long ago I heard whipers in a village that a house deep in the forest lived a very handsome man who had magic... he had a daughter a real daddies girl.. I found her odd at first as she'd ask him everyday if she was beautiful and he'd reply 'the fairest in the land'

Rook: *knows where this is going*

Mc: but like most people around that time he became sick. One day me and the girl went around the forest collecting herbs for his medicine... when we came back he gone all that was left was a pile of his clothes and a mirror..

Kalim: *blinking back tears* then what happened 🥺

Mc: the poor thing was inconsolable.. she locked herself in her father's room and refused to comeout. Though I should have told her but I found a letter from him, detailing what he had done.

Deuce: *on the edge of his seat* them what

Mc: he used the rest of his magic to turn himself into a mirror for his daughter.. i'd seen that once before when I stayed the night at a beasts castle, but thats a story for another time.

Vil: was the girl you speak of the beautiful queen?

Mc: yes her name Grimhilde... in his letter he asked if I could look over his daughter make sure she lived a happy and long life... though I feel I failed him.

KINGDOM HEARTS HAPPENS AND YOU CANNOT WILL NOT CHANGE MY MIND!

When yuu has the prophetic dreams before overblot and she's mickey in the mirror

Mc: *notices a shadow in the mirror above the fireplace* that shape seems oddly familiar...

Mirror figure: Aha

Mc: *eyes widen* KING MICKEY

Mickey:*in shock aswell* YUU!

The first years remind her of Sora and Co. and catches herself reminiscening about them. They don't know what to do when they catch her crying.

Ace: M-Mc! Are you okay?

Sebek: WHO DARES MAKE LADY YUU CRY I'LL HAVE THEIR HEADS!

Grimm: *rubbing against yuu worried* henchmen?

Mc: No no.. I'm fine it's just you six remind me of some people I knew years ago.

During history trein asks mc about the great war and if she knew the inside scoop on why it started.

Mc: which one? there have been many

Trien: many..? I know only of one..

Mc: yes! There was the first keyblade war, the first human-fae war, Chernabog's war, the inter-species war, the second keyblade war and the second human-fea war.

Lila: *who came to drop off some papers* two human-fae wars..?

Mc: oh Lila! Yes the first one is when I crowned Maleficent as queen and the second one happend when a close friend of hers betrayed her...there was to be a third on but the human queen that started it was turned into a goat

Trein: keyblade war?

Mc: when magic was just becoming accepted..*clears her throat* it was revealed that there was a secret society of heros who wielded keyblades. It was believed there was a world where all magic come from.

Ace: are there still people who have keyblades?

Mc: no.. the hearts of people to day are to dark..

Deuce: to dark..?

Mc: back then people hearts where pure, why? The keyblade wielders protect people from the darkness. The people believed in a world where all from, only the Wilders could access the world.

Trein: *writing every thing down* what was this place called?

Mc: Kingdom Hearts... but as most stories go all of them wanted control over the world, but they needed the X-blade this caused a war of cataclysmic proportions. It pushed the world into darkness and killed many and shattered the x-blade and scattered across the world... kingdom hearts was to be forever lost.

Scarabia mob: you where alive during all that!?

Mc: no, but a close friend of mine was, but I was alive during the second

Sorry for my rambling and if i broke any of the rules during this feel free to delete of so.. but This is where I'm gonna stop as I've been typing this up for the past hour or so.. 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

No rules have been broken (I didnt have very much anyway lol)

I really like this whole post lol though unfortunately I have not seen kingdom hearts so idk a lot of references here

Also Yuu does carry a staff in formal occasions. Lilia made joke on her saying she looked like an old woman with that but was promptly shut up when Yuu recalled a story of Lilia when he was younger

good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader

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READ PART 2 HERE

summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha

this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.

i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)

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"Dude, shut the fuck up."

"Are you kidding? She really said that?"

"You really think that's gonna happen?"

"Who's class do you have first?"

Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.

"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.

"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.

"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.

Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.

Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.

Michael, her ex.

How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.

Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.

Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.

Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.

The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.

She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.

2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.

She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.

As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.

On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.

The school rooftop.

A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.

When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.

Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.

They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.

The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.

As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.

She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.

Unknown Sender has sent you a message.

She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.

Unknown Sender: hey ;)

Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

(Y/N): hi? whos this?

read 2:29 pm

Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.

"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.

(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?

read 2:32 pm

Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.

They know my name. And her heart started pounding.

(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number

read 2:35pm

Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.

"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.

(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.

read 2:40 pm

Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'

You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'

Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?

(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.

read 2:43 pm

Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺

(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!

Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.

—

"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.

Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.

It was Michael, again.

"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her

For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"

"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.

Michael panicked.

"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."

Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,

"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."

Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.

2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.

Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.

Duncan, one of his bestfriends.

Michael answered the call, "Hello?"

"What's the update on your little girl?"

"She still doesn't trust me."

"That's sad man."

"I know. She changed alot. "

"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,

"I can't point it out, Dunc."

"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."

"Fine, I trust you."

Call Ended.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.

—

It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.

Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.

Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.

Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.

Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"

"But—"

Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.

"Okay this is actually something serious—"

"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."

"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."

Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.

"Okay, fine. Shoot."

"I can't believe I'm saying this.."

"Don't waste my time, Langdon."

"Fine! I'm failing."

Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.

"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.

"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."

"Why me?"

Now that made Michael nervous.

"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"

"Fine! Under one condition."

Michael was curious, "What?"

"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.

"That's fine by me."

"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."

She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.

"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.

"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,

"No."

"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"

"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Bu—"

"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.

Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.

"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."

Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"

"Later, 5pm."

"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."

"I won't."

—♡—

tags mwah: @kitwalker02 @sojournmichael @angelicmichael @deademobitch @iheartfrogs101 @tatestripedsweater @mrs-march-ahs

i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3

•When You Fall Asleep On Them w/ Oikawa, Kenma, Atsumu, Terushima, and Tendou•

warnings: a few curse words

genre: fluff

characters: oikawa, kenma, atsumu, terushima, + tendou

•Oikawa•

your exhaustion was clear on your face as you slumped down against the wall of the gym, settiling your tired body on the floor

you loved the seijoh boys to death but they really wore you out sometimes

to be fair, they weren’t so bad most days you guys had practice

but every so often they had you so drained by the end of the day you could barely keep your eyes open, like today for example

“Y/N-chan!”

you recognized the sweet voice meeting your ears but to acknowledge it would require energy you just didn’t have

oikawa slid down beside you, hair still damp after rinsing off his post practice sweat

he knew how exhausting everyone could be and honestly he was surprise that you hadn’t quit the position, but he was glad you decided to stick around for so long

an arm snaked its way around your shoulder before giving your arm a few gentle rubs,

“I think everyone worked really hard today, don’t you?”

to tired to respond, you opted for a simple nod before leaning your head on oikawa’s shoulder

he was suprised at first, not really used to this side of you, but a smile found it’s way onto his face as he felt your warmth slowly take over him

eventually, your breaths slow to a steady rhythm, signaling to oikawa that you finally stopped trying to fight the exhaustion that had plagued you

he maneuvered your figure so that you were lying in his lap, eyes fluttering ever so slightly as you subconsciously allowed yourself to adjust to the lighting change

affection was the only thing written on the boy’s face as he watched soft breaths flow in and out of your parted lips

a few moments later, the rest of the team started filing out of the gym, confusion quickly filling the air as oikawa smiled down at your sleeping form

iwaizumi seemed the most agitated with this development,

“What the hell did you do to them, shitty-kawa?”

“Hm? Me? I didn’t do anything at all. If you wanna put the blame on someone it should be on all of you, poor y/n-chan has to deal with so much.”

“Cut the crap, they have to deal with your sorry ass the most.”

a light laugh escaped his lips before he peered down at you once more, brushing stray hairs away from your forehead

“I guess you’re right, in that case i’ll lock up and walk them home when they wake up. I wanna let them rest a little while longer.”

iwaizumi sighed and reluctantly threw him the keys to the gym before leaving with the rest of the team

as soon as the door to the gym was shut, oikawa took a quick glance around to make sure there was no one remaining before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead 

he knew that tomorrow he would never hear the end of this, but in that moment he couldn’t care less, he was happy just being there with you

•Kenma•

you loved spending saturdays playing video games with kenma, it was your favorite activity to do after such a long and stressful week

even so, by the end of the week you were drained, and sometimes you got sleepy

especially when kenma began playing a more lowkey game and his sighs of frustration and mumbled strings of curses became absent 

silence tended to fall over the room when that was the case, causing your brain to shut down faster then you wanted it to

you sat next to kenma and peered over at his switch, watching with lidded eyes as his character moved about the screen

the colors began to swirl together as you were dragged deeper into sleep

kenma was too focused on the task at hand to notice your sleepy state, let alone the way your head fell ever so gently on his shoulder

after a while he returned his character home and paused the game, handing the switch to you,

“Here Y/N, it’s your turn.”

still feeling the device heavy in his hands he peered down at your sleeping figure, just now realizing why the atmosphere seemed quieter then usual

he froze and a soft blush crept on his face before he set the switch aside

you had fallen asleep on these days before but never so close to him and now he had no idea what to do

he didnt want you to be uncomfortable but he also didnt want to risk waking you up and ruining your much needed sleep

eventually his body moved for him as he crossed one leg under the other and gently moved you so that you were lying down on his thigh

he scrolled through his phone while you slept, mindlessly running his fingers through your hair as his eyes danced along his screen

he knew when you woke there would be a string of apologize falling out of your mouth but he didn’t mind the soft snores that escaped your lips 

besides, the two of you had the rest of your lives to play video games together

all he cared about in that moment was that you were taken care of

•Atsumu•

you and atsumu had ate lunch on the roof every friday since the two of you had become friends in middle school

it was a long standing tradition, one that the two of never missed no matter the circumstances

it was peacful, no one else but your friends ever knew so the two of you were never bothered

and it was always a nice way to relax and enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about the twin’s fighting, kita lecturing you about table manners, or suna just being a plain instigator

the two of you typically spent the period laughing and conversing but that particular friday, you lacked the energy to even keep your eyes open, let alone act so lively

your exhaustion was plain to see and definitely gave atsumu some room to poke fun at you,

“Sleepy, aren’t we Y/N? I mean, I can see your under eye bags from here.”

you angrily mumbled something under your breath at the statement before rubbing your eyes in attempt to wake yourself up more

atsumu ruffled your hair and laughed at your antics, throwing a few more snarky comments at you

he returned to his lunch soon enough, continuing the story he was previously retelling before you could throw a fit from your lack of sleep

as he was reaching the end of his tale, he felt his legs being tugged at, jumping a bit at first before he realized your hand was the one attached to his ankle

“Whatcha doin there Y/N?”

you ignored his question, choosing to pull his legs until they were lying straight and settling yourself down to lie in his lap instead

“Tsumu, wake me up before we have to get to class, please.”

as you began to slip out of consciousnesses, atsumu felt his eyes begin to water

if anyone else saw him, they would’ve made fun of him but he couldn’t help himself, he felt so happy that you trusted him enough to be this vulnerable around him

he knew he could be a pain in the ass sometimes but he never felt like a bother when he was around you, you loved him for who he was

it was a miracle you had remained friends with him for so long but as long as you did, he would do his best to make sure that pretty smile always returned to your face

before he could wake you up with his cries, he cleared his throat and began to softly rub your back and he stared out among the trees,

“No problem Y/N, you can count on me.”

•Terushima•

you had practically got on your hands and knees and begged terushima to help you study for your upcoming exam

he was one of the smartest people you knew and with how awful you were with the subject the test was on, it would’ve be a crime not to ask him for help

luckily for you, when you timidly asked for his help, he agreed to take some time out of his day to tutor you this week

which is why you felt awful once your thoughts beginning to haze and your eyes began to grow heavy

you couldn't even pay attention to the anxiety that had previously been gnawing away at you, let alone whatever the hell terushima was going on about

in your defense, school was absolutely exhausting today and you didn’t expect yourself to be this out of it by the time you arrived at terushima’s house

he noticed your fatigue right away, he way your head swayed back and forth as if you were in a daze was hard to miss

his first instinct was to laugh at how adorable you were but he chose to take a more gentle approach to the situation,

“You alright there, baby? We can take a break if you need one.”

you shook your head and gripped your pencil tighter, trying your best to copy down notes without falling face first into your text book

he smirked and playfully rolled his eyes before sliding more notes in your direction, 

“Suit yourself.”

not even ten minutes after you expressed your determination to the boy, terushima felt a weight fall onto his shoulder

he let out a chuckle at your unconscious state, knowing that this was soon to come 

he wrapping an arm around your shoulder and carefully pulled you down onto the bedroom floor with him, comfortably repositioning you 

in this new position, your head was on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your torso while the other sat comfortably behind his head

“If you were tired, you could have just told me.”

although he knew you could hear him, the words left his mouth in a whisper before pulling you close and closing his own eyes

in all honesty, he didn’t mind this series of events, just happy to have you here with him

and besides, this gave him an excuse to schedule another study date

•Tendou•

carnivals and fairs came to your town quite often and every time they did, tendou loved to bring you along

the two of you had loved to go ever since you were little kids so the memories it brought back was enough of a reason to blow your money on tickets and food

it was a chance of the two of you to forget about any worry or zees and just let yourself be kids again

and to tendou, it was always worth seeing the smile on your face as you glanced around at the scenery, eyes gleaming under the flashing lights

as much fun as they were, he knew how much they tired you out 

every time the two of you ran off to one, he always ended up taking you inside at the end of the night and helping you through your nightly routine, but he didn’t mind this in the slightest

he was happy to help and besides, you were the clingiest when you were on the brink of sleep, which he found absolutely adorable

“Y/N, did you have fun tonight, hm?”

he took a glimpse of you in the passenger seat before returning his eyes to the rode ahead, one hand on the steering wheel and the other settled comfortably on your leg

mind clouded with sleep, you took the hand that sat on your knee and held it in yours, examining the polish you had painted on them earlier that week through blurry vision,

“Mhm.”

tendou took another glance at you before grinning at your tired state,

“I’m glad, i had lots of fun too! We’ll have to bring Ushiwaka next time, he’s never been to one of those-“

before he could finish his sentence, he felt his hand being hugged to your chest

turning his head to the side once more, he realized you had curled up on the passenger seat and were now fast asleep, cuddling his arm as if it was a stuffed animal

a laugh escaped his lips at how quick you were to drift off to your dream land

as his eyes focused on the dimly lit pavement, he admired how sweet your display of affection was, feeling your love spread throughout his entire body

he slowed his speed, careful not to hit any bumps or holes on the way home in fear of waking you

once the two of you got to his house, he gently carried picked you up and carried you inside, setting you on his bed as soon as he stepped though the door

before he could grab a blanket and head to the couch, your arms found their way around his torso as you buried your face into his chest before drifting back into your deep sleep

a smile spread across his face before placed a kiss on the top of your head and carefully lying down next to you, allowing himself to close his eyes and enjoy this moment with you

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

characters belong to @lumosinlove

Logan and Finn had been together for years. Still, neither of them were happy. Not as happy as they used to be. Some nights it felt like old times, when everything was new and fresh, that honeymoon period of their relationship back at Harvard.

The soft smiles and quiet laughter. The way their hands brushed together when they walked. They went on car rides, one of their favorite pastimes from when they wore the crimson colors that they had grown to love. Finn remembers what it was like those days. He and Logan were young and immature, in for it for the fun, only serious about the game.

They had a good rhythm about it. Any drama or arguments they left off the ice. The ice was their home, it always had been since they were young, at different rinks, in different cities. It was familiar, smooth, something that was reliable to not change too much.

The lines on the ice were recognizable anywhere, marking their territory. There was something about the adrenaline that raced through them when they stood on the ice, that feeling of carrying the puck at your stick and gliding along the ice.

It was magical. Something that you couldn’t forget no matter how long it’s been.

But Harvard was a long time ago, years ago. Some days it felt like they were treading on thin ice around each other, doing everything they could so the other wouldn’t just leave.

The love was still there, but it was fraying between them, like a blanket that was being ripped apart at the seams. It ripped slowly but they were never complete without the other half. No matter how hard they wanted it, this relationship wouldn’t save itself, the two of them were willing to put in the work, but even that couldn’t save them. They were losing each other.

Everything was tense and stressful, Finn couldn’t take it. He loved Logan, he knew he always would, but he couldn’t do this anymore. They couldn’t play this game anymore, acting like everything was fine when it so clearly wasn’t. He couldn’t bear to watch Logan slip away without trying to pull him back in.

But he had tried that already, hadn’t he? He wasn’t willing to go along with this anymore and work and work and work to fix things when Logan didn’t seem to care.

He wanted out. So he was going to call it off. He couldn’t put himself through this anymore, waking up and seeing Logan curled up on the other side of the bed when he used to be so close.

He was so tired of saying things were alright when they so clearly weren’t. So as much as it pained him to say it, it was over. It hurt to love someone who made no show of loving him back.

That plan didn’t last very long.

Finn had been trying to find the right time to tell Logan, the days seemed to just drag on. Soon days were becoming weeks. He was starting to second guess himself, so either do it now or do it never.

He chose the former.

Finn decided to just tell him, choke down his nerves and tell Logan that this wasn’t working out. He swallowed, clearing his throat to get Logan’s attention.

“Logan, um. I—” He stammered, before inwardly groaning at being cut off. That might’ve been a good thing.

The door swung open, coach walked in with this tall blonde following behind him. Finn inwardly made a mental note to befriend this dude. Sirius walked forward immediately, shaking his hand. The two exchanged words, but Finn wasn’t listening, too busy looking him over.

Coach’s hand was resting on his shoulder protectively as the kid got his first look at his teammates. His eyes brightened up when they landed on Finn and Logan. Finn noticed his hand go to his left wrist, tugging at his sleeve there a little, pulling it further down to cover his wrists. The outline of a bracelet was visible through the cuffed sleeves.

Finn tried to gather his words and think of a more private place to talk to Logan but had to shake the thoughts from his head when Dumo steered the blue-eyed kid towards them. When had Dumo taken the coach's spot in showing the new rookie around?

He throws on a smile, extending his hand before he can even reach them.

“Mon fils,” Dumo smiles, clapping the kid—who Finn has realized is really fucking tall— on the shoulder. “This is Leo,” he pronounces proudly.

Leo’s shy at first, he shares a timid little smile where his dimples make an appearance. Finn thinks that it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

He catches the fond look that’s already gleaming in Logan’s eyes. Maybe, just maybe, things were knitting back together slowly.

Maybe Leo would help them in more ways than one.

—

Leo was around more in the weeks that passed. The weeks quickly turned into months, and the three were practically inseparable on and off the ice.

The rest of the team saw it too. Finn and Logan were obviously happier than they’ve been in a long time. Logan laughed more, his guarded eyes that they were used to seeing all the time were finally coming down. Finn smiled again, he hadn’t done that in such a long time. Sure, he smiled for the camera and the team, but something was always off about it, forced even.

Now it wasn’t. Now his smile was the way it was when he first joined. Free. He wasn’t worried about anything or anyone, it was just him, Logan, and the team.

But now it wasn’t just them. Now there was Leo. With his baby blue eyes that could light up anyone’s day just looking at him. The boy seemed so innocent from the moment they met him. He had looked around the locker room in awe like he couldn’t believe that he had actually made it here.

That one of the dreams he worked so hard to achieve was actually successful in the end.

Dumo had practically adopted Leo as he had with Cap. Like he would have with Logan had he lived with the Dumais’ and not Finn. Although Pascal has practically adopted everyone on the team as one of his own didn’t he?

-

There was still tension between Finn and Logan, especially when they lived alone in the same apartment. They had Leo over as much as they could, but he could only be there so long before going back to Dumo’s.

The peace couldn’t hold forever, something was bound to happen and one of them was bound to snap.

Leo just wished he wasn’t there to hear it.

On his way to their small apartment, he heard the yelling. It was loud, it was mean. It was hurtful.

Leo knew that Logan and Finn didn’t have the best relationship when he joined the team. That was easy to pick up immediately. He just never thought that he would be the reason for their misery.

When he heard the yelling he didn’t expect his voice to come out of their mouths, his name was spoken like it was acid on their tongues. He wasn’t even there, he didn’t do anything, so why was he the one who was being blamed.

The yelling didn’t silence when he turned the key in the lock. If anything Logan and Finn didn’t even spare him a glance, like he wasn’t even there. They probably didn’t even notice he was there to be honest.

It was like the fraying thread finally snapped.

Logan was red in the face, yellingand hurling insults that he’d regret a few hours from now. But at the moment he was too driven by rage and insecurity to protect, protect, protect. Anything hurtful thrown at him, he’d have to throw back something worse.

Finn’s face was blotchy, tears of frustration rolling down his cheeks. His hands waved around in front of him, trying to convey the words he was too choked up to say.

The room was full of nothing but harsh breathing for a moment, neither having anything to say to the other. Their eyes bored into each other across the room.

Leo let the door slam shut behind him.

Logan and Finn both startled, turning to stare at him standing in the entryway.

The fight seemed to drain out of both of them at once. Logan’s shoulders drooped and he turned to look away from both of them. Finn stubbornly rubbed the tears from his eyes with the palms of his hands.

“What the fuck?”

There was a beat of silence, no one said anything and Leo didn’t think he was going to receive a response. He was going to follow up on his question, asking what happened, why his name was getting thrown around and-

“I’m sorry…” Logan sounded small, like he was the one crying and not Finn.

Any questions Leo had were stored away for later.

“It was bound to happen.”

Suddenly Leo felt like he was intruding. They invited him over but he wasn't sure if he should be there, not when they were having a moment. Not when it looked like they may be finally healing.

“It’s not going to work out,” Finn continued. “This,” he gestures between the three of them, “isn’t going to work if me and you didnt work, Lo.”

Maybe not, Leo thought.

“I know.”

It was true, Leo knew. The two of them had had a rocky relationship since he joined the team.

But Leo thought he could make a difference, he thought he was enough to try and save their relationship.

He also loved them, he wanted this, he wanted to fight for them. He wanted them to stay.

But he also can’t be the only one who wants this to work, they all need to put in work for this relationship. He can’t be the only one pulling his weight.

Sometimes it’s better to save your breath. That’s what his father told him when he was younger and had just lost a friend dude to a silly argument. Some people are better to let go, they’ll hold you back and won’t make you happy. Always choose to be happy Leo, make the decision of fighting and giving up. Because giving up does not make you weak, some of the strongest people I know are the strongest because they gave up.

Leo really hoped he was right.

“I guess I should be going then.”

Finn and Logan nodded sadly, and Leo felt something in him break a little more. He turned and walked back out the door he came from.

Leo remembers crying on the way home. He hadn’t driven to their house, so the walk home felt like it took forever and no time at all.