#& I’ll be too busy w/ family to watch or gif today BUT

[yourimagines]

Could you do like Islam or Khabib getting really mad at you for whatever reason and then we don't talk to him for a few days and he apologizes?But only If you're okay w it<333

Of course, I’ll do them both. First one is Islam

Madness

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Anger, Swearing, Sadness, Anxiety and Fluff

Y/N POV

Islam was normally a very cool and calm guy towards his friends, family and of course to me, but this morning he was a little bit irritated but about what I didn’t know.

“Your coach called this morning.” I said to him as he was sitting on the chair in the kitchen. “What did he say?” He asked me as he took a bite from his sandwich. “That he was disappointed that you didn’t showed up last night.” He stopped eating and rubbed his face. “Why did you picked up the phone?” I shrugged and walked over to the fridge. “I didn’t know it was your coach.” He only shook his head and pushed his unfinished plate with food away. “Well you ruined my appetite now.”

I was busy inside with our laundry when he walked in, anger was lingering in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” He only shook his head and leaned against the door frame. “Coach called, I’m not allowed to come in today…” I stopped with I was doing and walked over to him. “Oh baby, I’m sorry to hear that.” He stepped back as I went in for a hug. “No, this is your fault. If you didn’t picked up the phone, this would never have happened.” He crossed his arms In anger. “That’s not true and you know it.” He sarcastically laughs and walks away from me, leaving me confused behind.

Islam POV

I was about to explode and I knew I needed to leave before it was too late. “Don’t walk away from me, I don’t understand.” Her voice sounded behind me as I walked back downstairs. “You never understand, please leave me alone now.” I rubbed my face angrily and slammed on accident the door to hard open, causing it to slam it into the wall. “Islam.” She said in a gasp. I rolled my eyes and walked further away from her. “What’s going on with you.” I turned around to face her and saw she was looking at our damaged wall.

“Me?! It’s more what is wrong with you.” She looked up and I saw she was getting angry too. “Well I’m not the one, breaking our house down.” I threw my hands up. “You think I did that on purpose?” She crossed her arms and nodded. “Yes you did because you’re angry with me.” I laughed sarcastically again and walked away. “My wife, I never thought you would be so fucking delusional.” I grabbed my phone and saw Khabib had texted me, about being disappointed in me. “And you fucking ruined it again with Khabib.” I said angrily and smashed my phone on the table.

Y/N POV

He just changed from being angry to being furious. He smashed his phone on the table. I jumped at the sudden outburst and froze on my spot. He was mumbling things in Russian and left the house, leaving his phone broken on the table. “What in earth happened here….”

—— a few hours later ——

Islam just got back and cleaned up his mess, throwing his phone in the trash and repaired the hole in the wall. “Baby, I’m getting some take out, you want something too?” He asks me as I was lying on the couch, watching tv. I stayed quiet, not in the mood to talk to him right now. “No? Okay whatever.” He shrugged and walked away again. “Yeah whatever.” I mumbled to myself.

Islam POV

A few days passed and she was still ignoring me, giving me the silent treatment. So I was trying to make it up to her, saying I’m sorry that I just snapped. “She’s still ignoring you?” Khabib asked me as we walked over to the front door of my house. “Yeah, totally ignoring me.” He hummed and walked past me as I opened the door. “Good, you deserve it.” I shook my head and closed the door. “Hello Mrs Makhachev.” He says to her as she greets him politely. “Hello, welcome.” The kitchen smelled like fresh baked cookies and on the counter was a bowl filled with chocolate cookies. “You made this?” He asks as he took a bite from one of the cookies. “Yes I did, please take them. I baked enough.”

“You just need to man up and say I’m sorry. Woman like that.” I sighed and rubbed my face. “I don’t know, I fucked it up.” He nods slowly. “Yes you did but you’re not giving up on this, right?” I shook my head. “Of course not. She’s my wife, I married her because I love her.” He patted my shoulder and smiled. “Then apologise my brother.”

She was standing in the kitchen, cleaning up her baking mess. “My wife?” I gently called as I entered the kitchen. She stayed quiet, humming along with the music that was softly playing in the back. “Baby? I know you’re ignoring me but please let me apologise to you.” I blocked her path as I trapped her between my body and the kitchen counter. She sighs and looks up, her eyes were filled with hurt and disappointment. “And what if I don’t accept your apology? You’re smashing stuff again.” I knew that was her breaking point, my anger. “Of course not, I-I didn’t mean it. I never wanted to hurt you, you’re my wife.” I gently reached my hand out to touch her cheek. “I owe you an apology for my behaviour, it’s up to you if you want to forgive me but please tell me how I can make it up to you, I’ll give you everything.”

Y/N POV

He looked hurt and disappointed in himself as he was pleading for my forgiveness. “Islam…” I gently grabbed his hand that was holding my cheek and gave him a weak smile. “I forgive you but if you ever smash that door again, I never talk to you again.” He starts to smile and cups both of my cheeks in his rough hands. “I promise you I’ll never smash that door again.” I smiled and he placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Good because I was so excited to tell you I used my new baking tray.” He laughs and pulls me to his chest. “Yeah, tell me all about it my love.” He gently placed a kiss on my head and listened carefully to me as I was rambling about my new baking supplies I bought last week.

[countrymusiclover]

14 - Best Birthday Gift

Part 15

The Texas Tire Family

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams

Pushing open the bedroom door in our apartment I smiled brightly seeing that my husband was still peacefully asleep in our bed. He was doing his best to earn more money since Dale was getting tired of running his shop. I could tell that he was interested in opening up a tire shop since he was looking to work for Mandy’s dad. “Georgie, I have a surprise for you. Wake up sleepy head. I made some waffles.”

“Oh hey babe…you didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed.” He rolled over onto his side so he was facing me. His hair was a mess more than its usual curly mess and he still had his sleepy morning voice.

Sitting the tray down on the bed he scooted over where we could both sit on the bed. “Well I think that my husband and father to my two beautiful children should be treated well on his birthday. Especially when he is turning eighteen years old. That is a big deal.”

“Oh man I totally forgot. You are the best Y/n.” He sat upright starting to quickly dive into eating the waffles and bacon. Laying my head against his shoulder I smiled watching him for a few minutes. I would be turning eighteen in two months so then we would both be adults.

He turned his head holding out the fork feeding me a piece of waffle talking with his mouth full of food. “So what are we gonna do today. Movies or something?”

“I was thinking dinner at the Mexican place. I convinced Meemaw to make you some of your favorite foods for tomorrow night and let the kids help her make it. But tonight I want it to just be us.” I explained leaning forward pressing my lips onto his.

He moved his freehand up to rest against my cheek drawing me in closer to kiss him. He smiled, breaking it when we heard some tiny feet running towards our bedroom. “That sounds perfect, darlin’.”

“Hi daddy!” Aurora and Evelyn both giggled running inside climbing up onto the bed. The pair tackled their father in hugs and kisses almost every morning but this time they were longer since I said it was his birthday.

He made them both giggle and cackle their heads off when he tickled the crap out of them singing a song that he was taught as a child. “The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of the Texas. The prairie sky is wide and hot deep in the heart of Texas…remember always four claps never three.” I smiled knowing that no matter how old they are we could never stay mad at them. Our girls would be our whole world.

“What exactly were you two thinking. Stealing the truck and driving through downtown!” I raised my voice at our two daughters sitting in the lobby chairs of where the guys worked at.

Aurora raised her hand trying to say something but she had nothing. “Mom I, we just wanted to see Uncle Sheldon and Aunt Amy.”

“So you didn’t think to wake us and up ask could we take you!” I shouted at her.

Evelyn jumped backwards in her chair whimpering at my raised tone. I never ever really yelled at them until right now. “You guys were too busy with the new baby…”

Georgie turned his head in our direction. He was leaning his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest frustrated with them. “Well that doesn’t excuse what you two did. You two aren’t allowed to watch tv for two weeks when we get back home and no random trips to Dairy Queen either. You both understand that?”

“I’ll ride back with Penny and Montana. I think it’s better if you have them with you.” Spinning around on my feet I crossed my arms over my chest. He nodded, staring down at me, handing me my jacket that I had thrown off terrified that they were injured when we first came inside.

Penny came inside from one of the doors waving to us when she walked up. “Hey, I can follow you guys home. You know, keep an eye on them if you want. That way you two aren’t worried about little Montana.”

“Uh thanks Penny. That’s great.” I responded following her outside watching our daughters climb in the backseat of her car. Georgie and I went to his truck with me carrying Montana in my arms. Shutting the passenger door with my right hand I cradled my son in my arm’s just watching him sleep like his daddy until what Eve said came back to my mind. “Do you think that Eve was right…that we are focusing too much on this little guy?”

Georgie sent me a look having one hand on the steering wheel. “In his defense he ain’t even one year old yet. So they have nothing to be jealous about.”

“Don’t act like you don’t think about it. Remember when growing up with Sheldon you and Missy always felt left out or ignored. I don’t want anything like that to happen to our girls.” Glancing in his direction we stopped at a red light where he rested his freehand to my cheek being able to tell it was worrying me.

“Hey, stop worrying about it. They are old enough to know that we have to give him extra attention right now since he is a baby. We won’t do what my parents did to them. I promise.” He vowed simply before we made the rest of the drive back to our place. The girls were sent off to their room leaving us alone laying in our bedroom watching Montana sleep in the crib.

Laying my head on Georgie’s chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Even though I am angry at them I can’t stay mad at them forever. Honestly we couldn’t even make it an hour without them on your birthday once.”

“You’re right about that, darlin’. He replied, kissing me gently where I ran one hand through his curly hair remembering his eighteenth birthday.

We entered the restaurant where I was wearing a dark green dress and a Jean jacket thrown over it. I had some ankle brown boots on it. Georgie had on some jeans with a red shirt and we had Connie watching the kids for us. “You really didn’t have to take me out tonight. Especially since we are having dinner with my family tomorrow.”

“Georgie, don’t worry. You deserve to have some fun on your birthday. You only turn eighteen once in your life so let me treat you.” I shrug my shoulders, forking some of his chimechonga since we decided to split just one.

He smiled, shoving some food in his mouth pointing the fork end at me. “It is weird though by this point Eve would have been starting a food fight.”

“Oh right. Remember the time when Aurora decided to stick the cheese sticks in her mouth and pretended to be a walrus. I almost spit out my food that night.”

Georgie snorted, picturing the memory. “The victory dances that they would do when they managed to beat us at bowling when they can use the bumpers…huh crap Y/n. I think we have to head home.”

“You’re missing them too don’t you?” He nodded to my question where I grabbed my coat following him toward the door throwing some money down on the table. He pushed open the door to Meemaw’s house seeing that the girls were passed out under some blankets on the couch meaning that his meemaw was asleep in her own room.

He leaned his elbows on the back of the couch smiling down at the little angels. “Thank you for taking me out for Mexican. But I just want to stay right here. These two make my birthday great.” He kissed me slowly and I smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too and happy birthday.” Laying my head on his shoulder I smiled Intertwining our hands together. “They really are the best thing to ever happen to you and me.”

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[ramen8baka]

Gojo x reader Gojo has a crush on his student yn she's 18-19 y/o and yn doesn't like him she feels uncomfortable and always kinda avoid or ignore him and howd Gojo feel about that?!?

hmm… I’m sensing a bit of yandere 🤔

but I’m so so so so so sooo sorry this took forever 😭 I’ve been unbelievably busy. Anyways, here u go 🫶

tw: yandere, violence, overall pretty creepy

“Come on, keep going! Then after we can go out to dinner,” gojo says as you groan.

“I’ve told you ten million times! I don’t like you like that and your way too old for me.” You give up on your last push up.

“hey! Get back up keep going,” he says. You had no idea why he made you do push ups all the time. Unless if it was to stare at you. See, gojo had been all over you and wanting to take you out ever since he met you, really. And you didn’t want to. At all. “I’m done. I’m gonna go home now, Gojo.” You say as you grab your things and start walking. He just runs after you and starts walking alongside you. “How about i take you out then? All on me,” he puts his hands up. You just keep walking.

when you make it to your house you have to slam the door as fast as you can in order to not let him inside. “y/n! I need to tell you something!!” He knocks on the door. More like bangs. This was getting out of hand. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• You stretch and pull the covers away to start your day. It was the weekend, so no training today. You and your friend were meeting up for lunch. The both of you were best friends. A lot of people mistake you for a couple when it’s really just all platonic

“Y/n!” A voice calls. Oh, shit. You think. Gojo. “go away, gojo I’m meeting with my friend.” You say flatly. “I can walk you then,” he says

“no thanks, I’m ok” you don’t blink an eye at him and keep walking. A little faster this time. You reach the restaurant with gojo still trailing behind you. “Seriously! It’s the weekend so I don’t need to train or anything. You should go relax too.” You raise your voice a bit. He ignores your comment, still walking with you. You decide to just ignore him.

when you get to the restaurant you go inside to check in and see your friend waiting at a table. “Yuji! What’s up,” you both do your signature handshake. “hey!- why’s gojo here?” He asks. He kinda knew about his obsession with you.

“he was just ‘walking’ me here” you roll your eyes a bit so only yuji can see. “oh. See ya later gojo!” Yuji waves. Only he can make gojo go away. You guessed also because you were in a public place. Before Yuji can say anything you start talking

“I know. I’ve been trying to knock some sense in him, but he doesn’t care,”

“it’s ok, I can walk you home tonight,” He offers and you smile.

“thanks,” you respond

“What do you think you’re gonna get?” Yuji asks, flipping over his menu. ��hmm I’ll prolly get the tonkotsu ramen,”

“of course, classic y/n!” He laughs. You laugh along, feeling happy for the first time in awhile. The whole time you can’t help but feel like someone is watching you.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Yuji walks you to your house and you still feel unsettled even as you open the door and set down your belongings. You walk into your bedroom to get some sleep.

“hello, my dear. How was your dinner?” You scream. What the hell?! “gojo, what are you doing here! How- how did you get in my house!” You yell.

“oh, I just wanted to see you,” he stands up.

“go away! I’m done with all of your crap. Following me around, everything! Why are you so obsessed with me?” You ask with a shaky voice.

“oh, are you telling me to stop? I wouldn’t want to do that if I were you~“

“w-What do you mean?” You back away and hit your closet. You turn around to see your closet open with a bunch of…

“Dead bodies?!” You scream and run out of your house. Those dead bodies weren’t strangers. No. Friends, some family, even people you’ve only talked to a few times! Gojo chases after you.

“y/n, don’t be afraid. I did all of this for you” he smiles creepily.

“will you be mine?”

[ravensliterature]

Happy Accidents

A/N: A new day and a new post

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

warnings: Fluff

w/c: 1957

Prompt: Life is going well for you and Eddie until you get some surprise news. How will he take it?

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Things had been going surprisingly well until today. Eddie graduated, and monsters from the Upside Down hadn't been seen for a couple of years. You both even bought a new apartment in Bloomington, Indiana, which was only an hour's drive south of Hawkins at most. Staying in Hawkins wasn't an option after everything that had happened, but you chose not to go too far because your friends and family still lived there. Eddie’s criminal charges were lifted with Hopper’s help, but sadly, Chrissy’s case remains open. Your heart goes out to her family, and you wish you could tell them the truth, but it was for the best they didn't know.

Eddie worked at a game store during the day, but some nights he still played with his band. They had gained a bit of fame, though there was still room for growth. The lead guitarist being charged with murder had definitely drawn some attention.

You were currently a senior at Indiana University Bloomington, in your last semester, so what was currently happening wasn't exactly ideal. It wasn't bad, just unexpected and not the best timing.

You stared down at the test in your hand—two pink lines. You were pregnant. Eddie Munson was the father. Tears started to form, and you quickly wiped them away. It hadn't really sunk in yet. Sure, your hormones were screaming at you now, but you needed to tell him. Eddie was at work and wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, giving you time to prepare.

Eddie walked through the front door with groceries in hand. He tossed them down on the table before making his way to the kitchen. After setting out the groceries, he grabbed a bottle of water and headed into the bedroom where you were. Upon opening the door, he saw you and gave a soft smile.

"Hey, babe."

Eddie returned your smile and kissed you gently on the lips.

"How was work?"

"Busy as usual," he replied, sitting down next to you.

"Don't work yourself too hard. I need you in one piece," you playfully scolded.

"I'll try not to, love," Eddie said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. You rested your head against his chest, sighing deeply. You cherished these moments of tranquility with him.

"I'll make us some dinner, babe. What sounds good?" Eddie asked, kissing your forehead.

"Chicken pot pie? Or maybe some chicken Alfredo," you suggested.

"Sounds perfect!" Eddie exclaimed before heading to the kitchen.

After dinner, you both sat on the couch watching television until your stomach began to churn. 'Now is the perfect time. You should tell him now!' you thought to yourself.

Eddie glanced over at you. "Y/N, everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes! Yeah, I’m fine! I actually have a small present for you..." you trailed off, trying to mask your nervousness.

"It’s not my birthday, is it?" Eddie joked.

"No, of course not!" you chuckled nervously.

"Then why did you get me a gift, princess?"

"I...uhm..." you paused, taking a deep breath. "Remember when we went grocery shopping about three weeks ago?" Eddie nodded. "I couldn't buy any of my normal shampoos because they made me nauseous," you explained.

"What does this have to do with the gift, princess? Did you get me shampoo?" Eddie teased.

This made you roll your eyes as you ran to your bedroom. When you emerged, you were holding a box.

You carefully set it down next to Eddie on the sofa. The two of you stared silently at it for a moment.

"Open it, please," you urged.

Eddie lifted the lid slowly and stared inside at the contents. His eyes landed on the smallest pair of shoes he had ever seen. Almost as if they were for...

"Is this.. Are you...?"

"Are you pregnant?" he whispered.

You nodded shyly. A smile slowly spread across Eddie's face. He stood up, ran towards you, and threw himself into your arms.

"We’re having a baby! We’re actually having a baby!" he exclaimed.

"I’m really scared right now," you admitted, holding onto him tightly.

"Scared about what? What do you mean by scared? Do you want to keep the baby?" Eddie questioned urgently.

You nodded again. "Of course, I want to keep the baby, but we don’t have the money. Eddie, I am about to graduate college, and you still work at a gaming store."

"I actually have something to tell you," Eddie announced, his grin widening.

"Well then, spit it out."

"We got signed," he stated.

"What?! But how?!"

"Corroded Coffin got offered a record deal last night. There was a music producer in the crowd," Eddie revealed. "I was keeping it as a surprise."

He grinned.

"That’s amazing! So, what now?"

"Well, maybe find a house. I love this apartment, but it might be best given the new developments," Eddie joked.

"Okay, fair point. The neighbors are probably tired of us anyway," you replied with a giggle.

"It's not my fault you are so loud," Eddie laughed in reply.

The two of you continued discussing possible house locations after finishing dinner. By that point, the sun had set, causing the stars to shine brightly above you through the living room window.

"Mommy, can you come here?" your daughter called from the living room. You walked in and held out your hand for her to take.

"Here! Look!" she exclaimed. Your husband was on television playing with Corroded Coffin. "Look, Mommy! He's on TV! Dad mentioned you! I think he likes you," she added, giggling.

You smiled down at your child.

"I sure hope he does," you responded, kissing her forehead.

"This next song is for my wife, Y/N, and my daughter, Chloe! Chloe, if you're watching this, go to bed!" your husband shouted in the middle of his performance, causing you to laugh.

"Why?" Chloe complained.

"Because tomorrow morning you have to go to school!" you answered.

Chloe rolled her eyes before climbing off the couch. Her little feet lightly padded as she headed to her room.

You smiled, watching Eddie perform his heart out on the late-night show. Even though you both were a little older now, he never cut his hair, and you watched him wildly bang his head to the music, playing his guitar.

After a year of playing and an album going platinum, Eddie had moved you and a much younger Chloe to a pretty good home where you have been living your lives. You two also got married in between that. It was a fast wedding, but you wouldn't have had it any other way.

Maybe there are such things as happy accidents.

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[sanashoneydew]

Family ♡︎

|| fluff | dom!ryujin x sub!reader | gxg ||

Today was finally the day. The day where you would meet ryujins parents. You two have been together for a while. About a year and a half. You two have been super busy with itzy and just now got the chance to visit her parents.

You were very nervous to say the least. You really wanted them to like you. You loved ryujin so much and you both were in this for the long haul.

Ryujin on the other hand wasn’t worried at all. She knew her parents would absolutely adore you.

You let out a shaky breath as you two both walked into ryujins childhood home. Ryujin placed both of your bags on the floor as ryujins mom let out a gasp.

“My baby’s home!!” She announced instantly walking over to ryujin and pulling her into a huge tight hug.

“Hey mom” she said hugging her back.

You watched them two with a little smile. You were super shy right now which never happened.

After the two pulled away her mom looked at you with a bright smile.

“You must be y/n. It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard a ton about you” she spoke pulling you into a hug as well.

Even though you two just met, it just felt right to hug.

You let out a little giggle and hugged her back.

“Nice to meet you too. Ryujin talks very heavily about you” you spoke respectfully and sort of quietly.

Ryujin smiled at you so lovingly. She never saw you shy and she found it to be very adorable.

“All good things I hope. Ryujin never shuts up about her ‘babyyyy’” she spoke out teasing ryujin in the tone she always talks in when she calls you her baby.

You let out a few giggles as ryujin let out a whine.

“Mom” she whined at her mom teasing her.

“It’s all good things I promise mrs shin” you spoke.

Ryujins mom laughed along with you.

“Oh please. Call me cha ri” she spoke

“Your apart of our family now. which reminds me would you like to make some dinner with us? Ryujins told us your favorite was bulgogi so we got the stuff to make it” she spoke.

You smiled at her words at first before letting out a gasp.

“Yes yes yes I would love too” you said finally letting your personality shine through.

“And thank you.” You started to say very sincerely “ I’m glad to be apart of this amazing family” you spoke with a smile on your face. You really were.

Her mom nodded instantly. “Anytime sweetheart” she spoke. “Why don’t you head to the kitchen down the hall. Ryujins father should be in there. He’s so excited to meet you. He’s been bothering me all day” ryujins mom teased.

You let out a giggle and nodded “of course. I’ll let you two have some time to catch up” you said respectfully before bowing. You instantly went down the hall to meet her father. You two got along almost instantly.

“She’s very cute. I love her already” ryujins mom spoke to ryujin.

Ryujins eyes sparkled with so much love. She was so happy and so were you.

“She really is great isisnt she” she confessed.

Ryujins moms nodded and gently cupped Ryujins cheek

“She’s a real keeper. I’m so happy you found someone who’s perfect for you” she whispered

Ryujin had a bad past with horrible friends and evens worse relationships. Her mom was so proud of her for how far she’s come.

Ryujin smiled and shook her head. “Thanks mom”

The two of them caught up before walking

Into the kitchen.

You and her dad were laughing and getting along so well as you two prepared dinner.

You looked up and smiled ay ryujin.

“You never told me your dad was so funny” you spoke out letting out more giggles.

Ryujins dad let out a playful gasp.

“Ryujins so mean to me y/n” he said jokingly in a sad tone.

You giggled once more. “Don’t worry. She’s mean to me too” you teased.

Ryujin laughed and walked up behind you hugging you from behind and attacking your cheek with kisses.

“You love me”

You instantly giggled even more at her kisses and shook your head trying to get away.

“Maybe” you giggled

Ryujins parents smiled at you two at the moment you two had.

Her parents truly did love you and ryujin was falling even more in love with you as she saw that.

A few hours later, you were sat on the couch with her parents watching a movie. You guys were talking so much. Her parents were basically your best friends now.

Ryujin quietly walked downstairs after changing into her pajamas. The three of you kept chatting and laughing not noticing that she walked downstairs.

Ryujins leaned against the wall with the brightest smile on her face. She watched as you three talked. She swore she had never been so in love in her life. She loved you so so much and the love was growing by the minute. She was so lucky to have you.

[cadrenebula]

Prompt #21: Solution

Destiney looked up from the bottles she’d been sorting through on the shelf when she heard the door to the clinic open. “I’ll be with you in just a minute.” Calling out to whoever had just walked in. She knew she should have one more bottle of this potion here somewhere. Did she miscount on her stock of supplies?

“Don’t worry. Not a patient.” Stefan called back as he set a bag down on the clinic’s front desk. “Did you forget it’s that time of month when I come bringing supplies?”

A soft laugh as Destiney straightened to look back at her twin. Giving him a soft shrug. “I’ve been a little busy, brother dear. Running a clinic and a family remember.” Moving over where he stood to give him a warm hug. “Though it is a good thing you stopped by today. I think I managed to miscount on a couple of supplies. Or maybe I just lost track of my days and thought I should have more. Unsure which. It’s been a little chaotic getting back into a work and life balance now that Evelyn is getting older.” “Three next month, yes?” Stefan asks before opening the bag to start removing bottles and vials.

“Of course. You really should visit your niece more. Bring Sahji by again if you’d like. He’s a very sweet boy.” Reaching out to take hold of Stefan’s chin to make him look at her. Looking over his surprised face at the sudden inspection. “You actually look rested. You seem less stressed too. Either Oni is going easy on you these last couple moons or Sahji is really that good for you. You look so much better overall.”

“W-What?!” Stefan stutters before huffing softly. A faint blush on his cheeks as he brushes off her hand. Continuing to unload the bag. “Everything has been a bit quiet at the company lately. So I’ve been spending time working on other things and spending time with Sahji. So yes I am feeling less stressed for now.”

“Good. You deserve some happiness, Stefan.” Nudging him gently with her shoulder before moving to take some of the unloaded bottles to the shelf. “And thank you for the continued supplies of course. These will be helpful in solving peoples’ problems that can’t handle aetherical healing. I still think you should consider learning some aetherical healing as well. Would make you a much more well rounded mage to learn it.”

“Eventually maybe. I have enough I’m learning on my plate already. Too much and I’ll be right back to being stressed out again. Especially since healing is not really my strong suite anyways.” Though his mind lingered on her thinking he deserved happiness. A part of him still hadn’t quite forgiven himself for leaving her alone to suffer in Ishgard. She’d always stuck up for him but he’d not done the same for her. He’d been the selfish twin. “I should get going though. I have plans this evening.”

“With Sahji?” Destiney gives him a smug smile as she watches his huff and blush. “I’m right. Hold on a moment.” Moving to the desk to open a drawer. Pulling out a small box and holding it out to Stefan. “Rolanberry tarts. Mom insisted I bring some with me to the clinic. Maybe you should take them with you for Sahji. I’m sure he’d enjoy them.”

“Insufferable.” Stefan rolled his eyes before taking the box and giving his twin a one armed hug. “I’ll give Sahji the tarts. Thanks, Dest.”

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‘twas a lark (or a nightingale?) - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 ¦ Chapter 2 ¦ Chapter 3 ¦ Chapter 4 ¦ Chapter 5 ¦ Chapter 6

So, on and on we go on the pain-train...love you!!!

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Warnings: sadness and doubt

Lú rose bright and early, spending her day off by taking full advantage from the infrastructure of her own home turf, but even the saunas and the large outside pool did nothing to dispel the lingering aftertaste of disappointed affection.

Ann’ had called her twice, but she had not had the courage to pick up and face the music; even though she got along great with the woman, she had no doubt about her allegiances.

Much too often, she had let Legolas take over her phone to blow off a suitor whose advances were unwelcome for her not to know where this was going.

It stung to know that he didn’t respect her enough to reject her himself, but she felt Thranduil’s watchful gaze on her, and so she did her best to appear as normal as possible.

It would be alright, Lú told herself, she only had to survive the season and then, she would return to the fold of her family and die in the service she had been raised in.

One day, Legolas would take over the business and she’d be his right-hand-man; that had always been the plan after all, and it was a solid prospect that not many a person could boast to have.

“Dolly,” Legolas strolled into the pool area, skirting the glass wall that separated the covered from the open part of the ceramic basin filled with warm water carefully, “how are we feeling today?”

He had spoken to his father about what had happened and – to his utter surprise – Thranduil had been very calm and objective about it.

“You are a potentially hostile stranger,” Thranduil had quipped, “and the man is right to be wary of you. When it comes to Lú, she’s an outsider bringing in more of her own ilk, which could well be seen as suspicious.”

In his blind support of his little sister, Legolas had not immediately considered the possibility that there could be other factors weighing in that had nothing to do with her.

In his first reply to Lú, Lindir had sounded worried about her – genuinely preoccupied even – and, at that moment, Legolas had not doubted that he would have come to get her if she had been in any kind of trouble.

“Dad says he feels for Lindir,” Legolas said with easy grace, not missing how Lú flinched upon hearing that name, “for he has to contend with the both of us tonight. Therefore, I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

“Lú,” Ann’ strolled over quickly, “you didn’t call me back. I need to talk to you before…”

She fell silent as she saw Legolas up close; he truly was enchanting and he couldn’t have been more different from Lú at first sight: his hair was a pale silver and his eyes a startingly ice-blue where she was like a fire-moon rising over verdant hills, but – after a moment – Ann’ could discern the similarities in facial expressions and gestures.

“Ann’,” Lindir’s voice came – controlled and cool – from behind, “table 5 wants to order.”

Then, turning to Lú, he bowed ever so lightly and greeted her as if she was a random customer rather than his housemate, turning on his heels to show them to their table without waiting for her to return the greeting.

“Cold fish,” Legolas muttered under his breath, but he could see the tension in the man’s shoulders and the flash of genuine distress in his eyes had not slipped his notice either.

As soon as they had sat down though, Legolas took Lú’s hand into his own and held it gingerly to keep it from shaking.

“Is that him? The dude who looked at you as if you had stabbed him in the ass?” he asked innocently as if there was any way to mistake Lindir.

“Don’t look now,” Lú begged, “don’t stare. Please, Golly, please!”

“Eyes on you,” Legolas promised, “I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.”

He had – once again – raided his father’s wardrobe, because he didn’t think that his torn jeans and band-shirts would send the right message; Thranduil’s dark grey turtleneck and greyish suit pants on the other hand made him look cultured and just stand-offish enough to cow the man who had made his sister cry.

“What can I bring you?” Lindir moved noiselessly and – even though he was rarely actively waiting tables nowadays – he had not forgotten a single thing about the etiquette of the trade.

“Bring us the wine menu, please,” Legolas asked with snotty indifference that sounded like a very bad impression of his father’s imitation of their worst customers; this was not at all going like Lú had imagined it in her mind.

Legolas was hilarious and genuinely sunny and Lindir was nothing like that cold, lifeless husk setting down a worn leather folder in front of the other man; what had happened? Why were they pretending to be someone else?

Guilt twisted her stomach into knots, somehow – without knowing how or why – she had managed to pervert two men she respected and adored into absurd vilifications of themselves.

“We’ll have the meat pies, please,” she ordered the food in a small, trembling voice while Legolas chose some fancy wine she didn’t even know they served.

“Very well,” Lindir nodded, his eyes lingering just a moment on Lú’s face; she was here with the man she loved and yet, she looked profoundly miserable.

“Just look at her,” Lindir sighed when Ann’ joined him by the counter; it was a slow evening which only meant that he could spend more time obsessing about Lú.

“She looks very nice,” Ann’ agreed; this was boding very badly for Lindir’s crush indeed, she had to admit.

Lúthadis had turned up in a beautiful, dark navy dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and swung elegantly around her knees every time she took a step; it was the kind of garment women wore for lovers – prospected as well as established – and that definitely stuck out in a restaurant such as this.

“Look at them,” Lindir groaned again, “holding hands and all…”

Ann’ wished she could have disobeyed him, but she witnessed this whole scene almost against her will; it was like standing by when a car crash happened: it was awful, but she couldn’t avert her gaze either.

“Well, they’re done eating,” Ann’ sighed, “maybe he’ll leave soon and then we can all talk about it?”

Lindir’s lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line as if to tell her that having a conversation about his battered pride and shattered hope was the very last thing he wanted to do.

“Dolly,” Legolas said as he wiped his mouth after having eaten not only his own but also half of Lú’s pie, “I think you have to talk to that man; something is evidently wrong.”

“No,” Lú’s eyes flashed as her stubborn streak took over her soft heart, “there is nothing to say.”

“Yes,” Legolas tightened his grip around her hand, “I remember quite distinctly that you’ve called him precious; you believed him to be kind and generous! Do you remember? This behaviour is far from what I understand you’ve come to view as normal, right?”

Lú nodded slowly, head slightly cocked in curiosity, and motioned to Legolas with her other hand to go on.

“He clearly is peeved or even hurt about something, so…have you consciously done something to upset him?”

“No!” Lú said a little louder and more vehemently than she had intended; even after thorough reflexion – and God knew that she had pondered this for the better part of her almost sleepless night – she could not come up with any trespass or faux-pas she might have committed.

“Then he’s gotten something wrong,” Legolas suggested softly, “and the faster you get it out in the open, the quicker you can resolve it. You like him.”

He said this last part with such a natural simplicity that it took a moment for Lú to register what momentous meaning had been conveyed in those three words.

“You do,” Legolas smiled before she could deny it, “and he looks miserable about whatever’s bitten him as well.”

As Lú just stared at him blankly though, Legolas decided to take matters into his own hands and turned around to wave their waiter over.

“I think they want you,” Ann’ nudged Lindir gently.

“Probably the bill,” he sighed as he ambled over slowly, feeling as if his feet were stuck in quicksand pulling him under inexorably.

“Lindir, right?” Legolas beamed up at him as soon as he was in earshot.

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⌗ DAY OF THE FORGOTTEN — chris bangchan

where it seems no one remembers your birthday, not even your boyfriend.

pairing. bangchan x reader

c.w. fluff! lil’ angst! a tiny bit of cursing, happy ending, upset reader, clueless channie.

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“good morning, sweetheart.”

hearing the raspy sound of your boyfriend composed a smile upon your face; and involved with you turning around to see his sleepy figure. his moppy dyed hair looked beyond the ordinary since he was tossing and turning all night, and the sleepwear he wore was wrinkly.

“good morning, hon’. looks like you had quite the hour.” you teased.

bangchan dropped right next to you on the sofa and took the cup of the black beverage out of your hand. “thank you.” he thanked happily.

while sipping the drink, the boyfriend could feel your eyes burning at him with anticipation. it was like you were waiting for him to go on and say something, or even glance your way. making him nervous, bangchan swallowed slowly thinking of what the possibilities were.

while sipping the drink, the boyfriend could feel your eyes burning at him with anticipation. it was like you were waiting for him to go on and say something, or even glance your way. making him nervous, bangchan swallowed slowly thinking of what the possibilities were.

while sipping the drink, the boyfriend could feel your eyes burning at him with anticipation. it was like you were waiting for him to go on and say something, or even glance your way. making him nervous, bangchan swallowed slowly thinking of what the possibilities were.

“w-why are you staring at me like that?”

“you remember what day it is; right?” you questioned gazing at the sleep-deprived australian.

bangchan began to think real hard, questioning himself with, “day? come on, what day is it. it must be really important if y/n tried to remind you.”

just then, it clicked. “ah! yes, thanks for reminding me, sweetheart. the guys and i scheduled a studio session for the new album. can’t be late for that, i’m gonna go get dressed and see you later.” he rushed handing you back the coffee and springing up back to the room to get ready.

you couldn’t believe it; he left you. he left you with this stupid hot drink you didn’t even like but still made for him, forgetting a day that only happens every year.

your birthday.

“y-yeah. i’ll see you later.”

trying to forget the incident that happened this morning, you decided to visit the guys during their session. it was always fun watching them get so professional and in the zone. plus maybe the others would remember your special day.

cautiously strolling into the room, you observed all eight members sitting around in an awkwardly shaped circle conversing. “i think this verse would be good with felix’s part. what do you think?” changbin stated.

“ah, that would be sick. combining those two would create a perfect melody.” han insisted so excited for the song to be heard by their fans. you lifted your lips in a small smile witnessing the produced family.

your presence wouldn’t have been known unless the baby, jeongin, hadn’t pointed it out. “hey, y/n is here!”

eyes wandered to your section, making you squirm. “oh, hiya sweetheart. what are you doing here?” bangchan examined.

“i-i just came to see if you were too busy to get some lunch.” you stuttered with a flushed face. you were totally embarrassed, especially when you saw the look on chan’s face. like he wanted to decline the invitation, but couldn’t figure a way to not hurt the little of feelings you had left.

“it’s okay, i’ll just see you later at home-”

“actually, i was gonna stay a few hours after dark to catch up on some lyrics; that is if you don’t mind.”

tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. shaking your head with a confirmation, since you could not speak at that moment unless you wanted your boyfriend and the rest of the members to hear you cry, and walked out.

“it’s like everyone forgot today!”

you heard a small cough behind you making you roll your eyes. “expect you and my parents.” you were currently staying at your best friend’s house spilling about everything that has happened to you in the past twenty-four hours.

when you stormed into their apartment sobbing, they quickly rushed to your rescue giving you a present from your favorite store. “well, what a happy fucking birthday to me, huh?” your friend rushes toward your teary frame, hugging you tightly.

“i’m sorry, hun’. but did you ever tell him what’s been going on?”

with a signal no, they get up from their seat next to you and demand, “well? what are we waiting for? get up so you can give him a piece of your mind!”

“n-no! i don’t want this to be a big issue. it’s okay, there’s always next year anyway.” you try to imply. however, knowing your best friend, they weren’t gonna let this go. so, you two took a trip back to the company building to give your boyfriend words.

“w-wait, seriously! we don’t need to do this!”

with your best friend tugging towards the door, they opened it and push you in. falling inside, you don’t see much. well, you don’t see anything at all. the room was pitch black dark with no sight of people around. “um? hello?”

“surprise!”

you screamed loudly afraid when everyone jumps up with party supplies in their hands. “happy birthday, y/n!”

“oh my goodness.”

“happy birthday sweetheart.” a familiar voice calls out. you turn to find bangchan holding an average-sized iced cake that had candles with your new age on it. you didn’t know it, but saltwater tears ran down your face observing the whole situation.

your boyfriend hadn’t forgotten your special day.

“oh, baby. i thought you forgot.”

he chuckled at you bringing the cake closer for you to blow the candles out. and once you did making your wish, he replied, “hon. i wouldn’t disregard your day like that. i was just pretending for the surprise party.”

“did you plan this out for me?”

han and minho came from the side grabbing a slice of cake. “loverboy sure did, y/n. he demanded everything to be right just for you.” han emphasizes making you and chan blush before strolling away.

“what about the studio session you said you had?”

“that was just an excuse for us to plan the party, but you came too early so we had to make up something, hence me telling you i had lyrics to write, to make you leave. plus i knew you would go to your friend’s place, so i explained the plan and they brought you here.”

more tears came down listening to chan’s plan. “aw, sweetheart don’t cry,” his hands wiped your face and replaced the tears with vanilla frosting from the cake. “no more tears, it’s time to celebrate your day.”

happy, you grab your boyfriend avoiding the cake he was still holding, and thanked him. “thank you. thank you so much baby.”

smiling, he whispers a “happy birthday y/n.”

[riverdalee]

Something Forgotten

Pairing: Reader x Cedric x Draco x Harry x OC (there’s a lot about to happen here!)

Summary: The heir of a renowned pure-blooded family, you try to find a way out of your betrothal to Draco Malfoy but with no one on your side, sudden black-outs and your ex-boyfriend Cedric out for blood, you struggle to keep your focus.

Listening to: THIS PLAYLIST

MASTERLIST

Hogwarts seemed smaller from the top of the astronomy tower. You rarely ever went up there – no one did, really – but tonight you’d wanted to get away from the busy bustle of the castle on a Friday night. It should’ve been sunset but the sky was a lifeless grey, the clouds darker in the distance, warning of a storm.

In a few hours you’d be at a society party filled with people you rather disliked. You couldn’t believe something as backward as a pure-blooded society was even allowed to exist in the current climate and worse, that you had to be a part of it.

Your family was practically wizarding royalty. Generations of wealthy, pure-blooded Slytherins and you and your sister were the last remaining heirs. Your mother was rotting in a cell in Azkaban, Voldemort’s most notorious follower and right hand man, leaving the familial obligations to your and your sister. She was more than happy to shoulder most of it but you wanted nothing to do with it.

You felt like a hypocrite for attending these parties when you didn’t believe in anything they stood for but even from Azkaban, you knew your mother would punish you should you step out of line.

Even though you were well liked among some, many students at Hogwarts avoided you altogether in fear of your family. Before your mother had been imprisoned she had been accused for formidable crimes; crimes that some saw as only making her more powerful. Those were the type of people that attended these society parties.

The dress you’d chosen to wear was a simple, slinky black gown that you’d come to regret as the wind bit at your skin. As you thought about heading back to the dorms to grab a jacket, the sound of someone clearing their throat made you turn around.

“Draco,” you said, eyeing his suit, “So you’re coming tonight?” His family’s status has dropped significantly. You were surprised they were invited at all.

He nodded.

There were only five students at Hogwarts that were a part of the society and you and Draco made up two of them, thought admittedly his family’s status was fairly lower than your own. In it’s peak, your mother had led the society at the young age of eighteen when she’d married your father. When he passed she took over, making it what it was today; feared.

The two of you rarely spoke. A few words in passing, if that.

“I thought I should tell you…” He walked over to you, an envelope in his hand. “They’re going to ask you to step up as head of the society tonight. To announce it officially, anyway. You wouldn’t take over until after you graduate.”

“What?”

“Not so much ask but tell you that is what is required of you.”

“I- I don’t understand. I’m not even of age.” You shook your head. “I don’t even contribute anything to them.”

“It only makes sense. Your mother ran it before you,” he told you.

“But my sister-“

“Your sister is being recruited to lead a certain group within M.A.C.U.S.A. She won’t turn it down. The chance to influence American laws against muggles…” Draco said, “Things are changing.”

It was just like your sister not to inform you of important decisions being made on your behalf. Your mother had been the same.

“I’ll talk to her about it. Thank you for telling me.” Your sister was just as cruel as your mother, if not more since she felt like she had something to prove. There was no way she’d listen to you but you had to try. Even she would agree you weren’t suitable for the role.

“She won’t be there,” he told you. He swallowed hard. “When they offer you the position tonight, accept it and whatever else it comes with. We both know your sister won’t hesitate in punishing you if you don’t.”

He was right. If this is what your family had planned for you and you didn’t follow through, an imperius curse would make you. It wouldn’t be the first time.

You hadn’t even thought about what accepting it would mean but the biggest, maybe most terrifying part crossed your mind. “I- I’d have to be married.”

It was outdated and sexist but it was in the laws of the society; if a woman were to lead, they would need to be married.

He nodded. “I know.” He reached into his pocked and pulled out a small, velvet box.

You furrowed your brows together. “W-what are you doing?” He must have been desperate to help his family’s name if he was willing to try and marry you.

“Your  mother made a unbreakable vow with mine when we were children,” Draco told you, “We’re betrothed. Tonight will just make it official. That’s what the party tonight is for; an engagement. Then a wedding in two years once we’re both eighteen.”

“Our engagement?” You felt bile in your throat just thinking about it. “I don’t believe you.”

Is that why’d he told you all this? So you wouldn’t break it off? “Look, I know your family is hanging by a thread right now, but I’m not going to marry you just so you can attach your name to mine.”

“This is bigger than that,” he said, “Your mother will die if you don’t follow through on her promise.”

“You think I care about that?” Your eyes prickled with tears.

“My mother will,” he said, “And I can’t let that happen.”

He looked vulnerable. It was the first time you’d seen him that way.

“Draco, I’m sorry but I’m not going through with it.” You shook your head. “If I must take this position and I must be married, it won’t be to you.” You had no intention of accepting the position at all but even the thought of a wedding to someone you barely knew made your skin crawl. You were only sixteen.

“I don’t want this anymore than you do,” he argued, “W-what if we just got engaged tonight and then we have two years to figure a way out of this? If the engagement happens tonight, your sister won’t poke around and I promise I’ll help, okay? I swear it. I swear – just-“ he inhaled slowly, “Just please help me, just this once.”

“Draco-“

He reached for your hand and took it gently in his. “I know we aren’t friends and that you probably despise me but one way or another this engagement is going to happen,” he said, “Do you remember our first society party together? We both left the castle together because we were the only children from Hogwarts allowed to attend?”

You nodded.

“You spelled my legs to jelly for calling Granger a mudblood before we left and your mother took you up to a room to scold you,” he said, “I followed because I- I think I wanted to yell at you too… and I heard what she did to you. It was the first time I ever heard the cruciatus curse.”

Your jaw tensed. “That’s enough, Draco,” you whispered.

He squeezed your hand lightly. “I know your sister is capable to the same and I don’t think you deserve to go through that,” he said, “You can trust me. If you go through with this engagement tonight, without a fight, we will find a way out of this.”

Your mind was spinning and you couldn’t land on a solution better than what he was offering. He was right. If you refused, if you made a scene, you would suffer at the hands of your sister and quite possibly your mother; she had her ways, even from Azkaban.

And it was possible with his help there would be a way out.

Slowly, you nodded. “Okay,” you said, “But as of tomorrow, we both start searching for ways around the spell.”

“I promise.”

The party was a blur but the grey diamond and emerald ring on your finger was enough of a reminder of what had happened. That and the haunting silver scar wrapped around Narcissa Malfoy’s wrist, proving what Draco had said to be true.

Your mind had been so preoccupied with the nights events you had forgotten a small detail you were paying for now; that you weren’t the only two from Hogwarts that attended those parties.

As soon as you’d woken up you’d found Pansy sitting on your bed to ask if the news was true; were you really to marry Draco?

You’d made it to the great hall without being stopped too many times but all eyes were still on you and the hushed whispers were slowly driving you insane.

“I hear you had an eventful night.” Harry took a seat beside you, only one piece of toast and bacon on his plate.

“Don’t start,” you groaned.

Harry was one of the only people that had spoken to you during first year. Everyone had heard how terrifying your family was and steered away. He’d remained a loyal friend to this day.

“You really couldn’t find anyone better than Draco?” He raised a brow.

“I don’t want this,” you sighed, “I’m just so tired of everything.”

Harry didn’t ask why you’d agreed to it. He had a feeling it was in fear of your family. “Why not just run away from it all?”

“There nowhere I could run that they wouldn’t find me,” you told him before shaking your head, “Let’s please talk about something else.”

It was only the first week of school. In a months time, no one would be talking about this.

“I actually do have some news,” he said slowly, “By tomorrow, people won’t even be talking about you.”

“What is it?”

He leaned closer. “Cedric’s back. He’s in Dumbledore’s office right now,” he whispered, “Back to graduate.”

Had it already been a year since Cedric had left? He hadn’t even said goodbye, not that you could blame him leaving that fast after watching Krum die that night of the Triwizard tournament.

“Oh.” He hadn’t written or called. He’d vanished from your life but god, you had missed him. Just the thought of laying your eyes on him again was making your heart ache. “I- I should go find him.”

You were running out of the hall before Harry could get another word out. By the time you reach Dumbledore’s office your heart was pounding. At that moment the door opened and Cedric stepped out, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you.

Your name on his lips was the sweetest sound you could hope to hear. “You grew your hair out,” he said, running a strand of it through his fingers and then dropping his hand to his side as he took a step away. “How did you know I was-“

“Harry,” you said, slightly out of breath.

“I’m sorry I didn’t write you, I was-“

“I don’t care,” you mumbled, pulling him into your arms, “I can’t believe you’re back.”

It’d been so long ago that the two of you had been dancing together at the Yule Ball, sneaking into each others dorms. You’d missed him but you hadn’t let yourself feel it up until that moment.

And then he pulled away.

“I was thinking,” he finished, “About everything that had happened.” He was distant; cold. You felt yourself panicking. “Your mother was in the graveyard the night Krum died,” he said, “Voldemort’s loyal soldier.”

“She’s rotting in a cell in Azkaban and you know I have nothing to do with that stuff. I would never-“

“It’s in your blood,” he argued, “It’s your birth right. Generations of-“

“Cedric-“

“Conceited, cruel and evil pure blooded Slytherins doing whatever they please,” he finished, “And one day you’ll be no different to them.”

“I am not like them.”

“Were you not at one of the parties just last night? Taking over from where your mother left off? Engaged to Draco?” He scoffed. “It doesn’t matter if you think you’re different, you’ll still do exactly what they want.”

“You don’t understand,” you shook your head, “I didn’t have a choice.”

You couldn’t tell him about the unbreakable vow. You had to act oblivious to it or your sister might catch wind that you were trying to find a way around it. And you couldn’t tell him how cruel your family really was – you couldn’t bear to speak of it. The cruciatus curse was the least of your mothers cruelty. “If I did, I would’ve chosen to be a nobody. I don’t want any of this.”

“The fortune, the fame, the fear at the mere mention of your name? You don’t want any of it?” he took a step closer to you, a dark look in his eyes, “You have no idea who or what you are but I can see it. Clearly.”

“Why are you being like this?” you asked him, “I’ve done nothing but miss you everyday you’ve been gone.”

He softened for a moment. “I think we should keep our distance. I’m not looking for a girlfriend right now.”

It hurt a little to hear but it was hardly the most awful thing he’d said in the last five minutes. “I didn’t – I didn’t come here to ask to be your girlfriend again. I just wanted to see you. I just want to be there for you, as a friend, if that’s what you need.”

“That’s the thing,” he said, brushing past you, “I don’t need you anymore.” And once he was far away enough, “And I don’t want anything to do with you.”

Once the sound of his footsteps disappeared, you let out shaky breath. Somehow last nights events had softened the blow of Cedric’s words. You had too much to worry about to focus on this one thing. But it still hurt. It all did.

Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you tried to focus on finding a solution.

It was easy enough to find Draco, sulking in a corner of the great hall, his slender fingers picking at his food. You eyed the ring on his finger, the memory of putting it on him faint in your memory.

“So I was thinking we should make a trip to Diagon Alley this weekend. There’s sure to be someone there that can point us in the right direction on how to break the vow.”

Draco glanced up at you. “No.”

“No?”

He shook his head.

“Next weekend then?” you said.

He sighed. “You needed to hear me say we’d find a way out to go through with it last night. I only said what you needed to hear,” he stated, standing up, “There is no way out. The sooner you accept that, princess, the better.”

He walked away from you without a second glance. That was the second time in an hour you’d been left speechless.

You could see Harry watching the two of you, still in the same spot he’d been before you left to find Cedric. You thought to go over to him and tell him everything. You needed a friend, desperately.

But you felt the urge to be alone. To just let the hurt in for a little bit and then wake up tomorrow and figure things out.

Just once, you wanted to fall apart.

[hwabang]

Hi can you do a reaction to Ateez falling in love with a foreigner girl who barely knows Korean :)

ATEEZ Reaction: Dating a foreign female who doesn’t know Korean

A/N: I’m back from my unofficial hiatus! This time with two functioning arms :) I’m so sorry this took me so long; kinda hard to do anything with a broken arm :/ Enjoy!

A/N 2: This is so cute~ I loved writing this one (insert emoji) I didn’t plan for some of them to be longer than the others, it just kinda happened (insert emoji)

Genre: Fluffity fluff

Warnings: Fem! reader, reader is new to Korean (knows a little but enough), take it as the reader lives in Seoul (maybe for work or school)

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Hongjoong:

When Hongjoong first met you he kinda already knew he was gonna fall in love

I mean you’re just that awesome💅

It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with you either

Eden was the one who encouraged Hongjoong to just go for it

He’d be hesitant to ask you out but not because of the language barrier

It’d probably be because he’s so busy he forgets to take care of himself, he doesn’t wanna do that to his s/o

Hongjoong doesn’t care that you’re a foreigner

He loves it a lot actually because it gives him a chance to learn English

He’s very confident in his English skills

Actually, his English is probably better than your Korean (but that’s okay!)

“Y/n, is my pronunciation correct? Ah really? Okay good.”

And he’d love to teach you Korean too

Sometimes he giggles when you get something wrong and softly corrects you

Other times he’s like, “Yah, how can you get this wrong it’s so easy.”

“It’s okay baby, we can try again later let’s take a break.”

Seonghwa:

When Seonghwa first met you he was attracted, he admitted that to Hongjoong

But he soon realized that he started actually having a crush on you and he was scared

(I saw a ‘Seonghwa as a BF’ post that said he dates to marry and I kind of agree!)

He was scared because although he wanted to pursue you, he was worried about the language barrier since baby’s English skills are intermediate :(

But Hongjoong told Seonghwa to go for it because he could tell Seonghwa liked you a lot

Practices English so much in his spare time so he can impress you next time you meet

Seonghwa himself said his English is intermediate, and from what I can tell, he understands English pretty well and just has a hard time speaking

So he definitely understands you when you speak in English, but he’ll probably respond in Korean unless he is 100% sure he can convey his message perfectly in English

Cute texts in English

Is also very patient with you learning Korean and ALWAYS offers to help

The type to have cute study dates in cafes with you, where you’re studying Korean and he’s studying English

And you’re just practicing on each other and asking questions

Forever telling atiny“My English got better because of Y/N~”

Yunho:

Yunho isn’t really good at speaking English either, so he would be a little cautious

But he also doesn’t really care; he likes you for you not for what language you speak

Probably would just learn like two flirty phrases to ask you out asdfghjkl

He really wants to learn English so he’d always pick up on phrases you use, and then use it with atiny to impress them

I honestly feel like Yunho understands English fairly well, so when you talk in English he’s not entirely lost unless you’re using very modern slang or big words

Like for example if you were saying, “Hmm… idk baby that’s kinda sus.” He’d be like, “... sauce…?”

Ahh it’s adorable pls admit that you love it

Also one to boast that he learns English from his girlfriend

LOVES to help you when you’re attempting to learn Korean

Is so so patient with you too, and helps you calm down when you’re frustrated

Yeosang:

Yeah no way he’s approaching you first

I mean ok let’s be honest he didn’t even tell the guys he liked you

Wooyoung noticed and told the whole group

They obv told him to go for it because they could tell Yeosang wanted to be more than just friends with you

Scared that when he uses his limited English skills to say something sweet, he’s gonna say something entirely different

Had to get a LOT of encouragement from 99 line + Jongho (especially Wooyoung)

Final push was Seonghwa and Hongjoong

Forces you to teach him English (not that you mind at all)

Your strictest Korean teacher too

“Nope. Get these questions right and THEN I’ll cuddle you.”

Approximately 10 minutes of his solo vlive is him preaching about how, “When learning a new language, it’s helpful if you’re dating someone who speaks said language because it’s much easier to obtain it than reading off textbooks.”

Tells atiny that’s the only reason he’s dating you Yeosang pls

San:

Literally does not care at all

I mean at ALL

San is confident enough in his English skills to become friends with people who don’t speak Korean

Same goes for a s/o

He probably talks to you more in English than in Korean tbh

Asks you to teach him modern slang so he can better understand atiny when they post on social media

If someone comments about his English being really good, he responds with something like “Thank you! My girlfriend teaches me!”

Constantly asking you questions

“Baby how do you say ___ in English?”

But he also teaches you too

“You know, in Korean, this is called ___!”

Mingi:

Oh boy

Mr. “I cannot Englishi” really don’t know what to do

Cuz like… he likes you a LOT

But he knows that it’d be hard for him to communicate with you

Because both his English and your Korean are at very basic levels

Definitely talks to his hyungs about it

Who in turn cheer him on to ask you out, and if you’re willing to try despite the language barrier then you’ll say yes

Spoiler alert you said yes

Asks Hongjoong to help him w his English whenever they’re both free

Watches a lot of YouTube videos to get the pronunciation down

Tries to teach you Korean but honey you’re better off getting a tutor

You think it’s so adorable how he mixes Korean and English when talking to you

Unfortunately, the Korean words he uses are the main words of a sentence (like nouns/adjectives) so you’re still hella confused)

But it’s okay because he’s so cute and you love him

Wooyoung:

Another member who has no confidence in his English

In turn, tries to teach you more Korean saying it’s more helpful because you live in Korea

But definitely tries to pick up English for atiny and so one day he can talk to your family

I think all of them would constantly ask you to translate certain words into English

I just think San, Wooyoung Jongho would do it the most

He’s not the best Korean teacher (sorry Woo)

The type to teach you a dirty sentence but tells you it means something cute

But he tries to help (when he doesn’t feel like pissing you off)

Begs you to teach him English because he wants to impress atiny

But complains so so so much

“Y/n~ this is difficult. You’re telling me read and read are spelled the same but pronounced differently, but read and red are spelled differently but pronounced the same?! English is hard!”

(English is hard Woo, it’s okay)

Jongho:

I’m sorry the first thing I thought of was, “Neck is very long and head is very small!”

I love Jongho. Anyways.

Was slightly worried when he realized he wanted to ask you out because obviously communication is key but that’s hard when you don’t speak the same language

But he gave himself a pep talk; saying how it’ll be okay since you’re trying to learn Korean and he’s trying to learn English

And he was right; you guys are going strong and your Korean + his English has significantly gotten better

To the point where you two can have full conversations in both only English AND only Korean

(I’m proud of you both)

Once your relationship is out he’s constantly bragging

“Yeah~ I learned English because of my girlfriend. I am a professional! And I am such a good teacher because she speaks Korean so well!”

Definitely does a lot more covers of songs in English now

Because he can check his pronunciation with you to make sure he doesn’t mess up

Also makes you help him write messages to atiny in English

Will sit down with you for 2-3 hours just to help you with Korean and he takes it pretty seriously (also brags about it)

“Hyungs! Look what Y/n learned today! I taught her!”

[miraculous786]

A prompt with Alya Redemption. After one lie too many Alya or her family gets hurt by Lila’s actions. No bashing anyone, but Lila salt is encouraged (incident in not Akuma related(

Masterlist

You Were To Babysit, Not Abandon

"Thanks again for this, Lila."

"Oh, it's no problem!" the Italian enthused, bright smile on her face. "It's just a shame that Marinette couldn't babysit your little angels."

"Whoa, dude! Might not wanna be calling them that!" Nino chuckled.

Alya shrugged. "Yeah, well, my girl had a commission she needed to work on for a big client. I don't blame her for not wanting any distractions."

"But...don't you think that, well- I don't know...she should make time for you? Shouldn't Marinette want you two to be happy on one of your dates?"

The reporter rose a brow, before gaining a more stern expression. "Hey, don't say that about my best friend. She already does so much for our whole class for free. She deserves a break from our needs every once in a while."

There was a flash of surprise and something akin to a snarl from the brunette, yet it went as soon as it had appeared. "Oh, of course! Silly me! It's just that one of my cousins from Italy, the one that was the daughter of a famous pianist, always offered to look after her family-friends when their parents weren't home. I guess I just expected all good friends to do the same."

She shrugged, apparent guilt on her features, making Alya laugh slightly and rush to assure, "It's fine, Lila. Trust me. Anyway, we better get going now. We don't wanna be late for our reservation. Be sure to keep Ella and Etta safe! They can get into so much mischief sometimes."

"They won't be any trouble," the teen brushed off. "Have fun, bestie!"

Nino rose a brow at the nickname, but nonetheless waved with his girlfriend as they walked out. The door slammed shut behind them, causing a slow grin to stretch across Lila's cheeks.

"Well, isn't this perfect!" she exclaimed with a clap of the hands, turning to the curious kids nearby. "How about we go visit the park to pass some time?"

~*~*~

"Lila! Lila!"

Said person fought off the urge to snap at the twins in her care, and instead replied in a sugar-sweet tone, "Yes?"

"Can we go on the carousel?"

"Pretty please?"

She glanced to the side, catching sight of the functioning ride. On it were a few children - a notable one being Manon - who were screaming excitedly at their parents nearby.

"Of course you can!" the girl allowed, whilst pressing a finger to Ella's nose in a playful manner. "Go on for as long as you want! I'll be right here."

They cheered with their arms in the air together, then proceeded to run off, giggles trailing behind them.

"Finally..." she scoffed beneath her breath. "How does that Mari-Brat deal with them when they never shut up? 'Angels'? More like devils if you ask me. No wonder they were akumatized into them."

Lila stood up from the bench she was sat at. Her head twisted to the scene at the other end of the park, and her legs soon brought her over to it at a fast pace.

There, set up in a way so as to not disturb anyone in the vicinity, was a photoshoot. Cameras of all sorts were pointing in the direction of a fountain, where a blond boy with emerald eyes was posing.

She smirked. Her gaze scanned over both him and the photographer close by. Thoughts of how she herself could be added in to the taken pictures flooded her mind, until she heard an accented voice speak.

"And that's a wrap for now! We'll have a half hour break and carry on after."

Adrien sighed in relief. He faced the woman to his far left and questioned, "Nathalie, is it okay if I have lunch now? I'll stay in the park."

"Yes you may, Adrien," his father's assistant droned. He didn't catch the way she snuck a peek to Lila, nor how a glint of something sinister shone on her glasses. "I have some business to attend to."

"Thank you, Nathalie!" he enthused, before suddenly gaining a pained look when gazing to where the Italian nearby was. "H-Hey Lila, how's it going?"

"Oh, I'm doing great, Adrien. Thank you so much for asking," Lila answered, coming forward to grab hold of his arm to further show her gratitude. However, she was halted by Nathalie opening her mouth to talk.

"Miss Rossi, if you would come with me, please. We have very important matters to discuss on the terms of your modelling contract."

"Of course!" she agreed - her smile only getting wider when she gazed upon the limousine that the female was gesturing to. She strolled over with her head held high, then entered with one last victorious smirk.

The only person to see it was Adrien, who narrowed his eyes.

~*~*~

"Excuse me?"

Adrien jumped. He turned to the source of the two voices that had called in unison, only to see a pair of familiar siblings.

"Ella? Etta? What are you guys doing out here by yourselves?"

Ella sniffled, rubbing her nose. "Alya's friend isn't here and she said she would be. We don't really know this park good. Can you help us please?"

"Please?"

The model rose an eyebrow. "But Marinette doesn't even live around here," he pondered aloud. "And she's responsible enough to not leave kids on their own. Are you sure she's not around?"

"No, Marinette isn't babysitting us. Lila is."

He grit his teeth. His fists clenched. "She's on her way to my father's mansion right now. It'll take at least fifteen minutes to walk back to Alya's," he revealed, tone laced with underlying anger. "I can't let you go by yourself, you're too young."

Etta's lip wobbled. "B-But how are we going to get home?"

After a moment, he pulled out the phone from his pocket. "Don't you girls worry yourselves. I have the perfect person to call."

~*~*~

"Hey, Alya? Are, are you okay?"

The reporter hummed with a serene smile, though Marinette couldn't help but furrow her brows at it. It was suspicious in her eyes, to say the least. The corners of her friend's mouth were slightly up, in a way that suggested that she was both happy and angered at the same time.

"If you say so, I guess..."

Alya turned her head to the baker. "Sorry, girl. It's just that, well...something happened yesterday that's had me worried for a while."

"Oh, gosh! Was it something bad?" Marinette quizzed, concern overtaking her. "Did someone get hurt?"

She chuckled dryly. "I guess you could say that they almost did."

Before the bluenette could say another word, the door to the classroom opened up, revealing a figure adorning an orange jacket. Their demeanour radiated pride and confidence, as they strut to the desks that the two best friends were at.

"Hey, bestie!" the newcomer greeted, ignoring Marinette who was sat with a subtly disgusted expression. "It's great to see you! I wanted to just tell you that I have a new exclusive for your blog if you want to record it after school today. It's about my job as a model for Gabriel Agreste, which I'm sure your fans will love."

"That's great to hear, Lila," Alya praised. "It's a shame that I have to go straight home after school. I am grounded, after all. I guess that means that I can't interview you or anything."

A flash of resentment shone in her green eyes. With a blinding smile, she spoke, "Oh, I'm sure your parents can un-ground you if you just tell them the situation. What you done couldn't have been that bad."

No one noticed how Adrien smirked from his seat.

Since everyone was focused on how Alya's smile disappeared in an instant, and was instead replaced by a look that screamed danger.

However, it seemed that Lila didn't catch on. At least not until the teen spoke up again.

"What I did was very bad, I assure you," she drawled, standing up from her table. "I trusted you, out of all people, to look after my sisters."

The Italian reared back. False tears pricked at her eyes. "W-What? What are you talking about? I thought Marinette was the one who did that, doesn't she?"

"Hey! I'll have you know that Uncle Jagged commissioned-"

Alya slammed her hands on the desk in front, making most in the room flinch. "Lila, I specifically told you to stay at home with Ella and Etta until me and Nino came back - not bring them to a park to play."

"I don't know what you're talkin-"

"You were supposed to babysit them! Not abandon them in a place where they could have been in danger or kidnapped if Adrien wasn't there to tell me where they were!"

"A-Adrien did? But-?"

Lila faced the blond, only to see him grinning in amusement.

"He, he must have made a mistake! I didn't leave them on the carousel at all! I just-"

"First of all, I didn't even mention a carousel," Alya started, finger held up for her to pause. "And second, I'm done with this conversation. I'm afraid that we can't really be friends if you lie so easily to me to get out of the consequences of endangering children."

Marinette gazed with a look that could best be described as awe at Alya. She watched with a sense of delight as Lila flickered her eyes back and forth, before deciding to humph with a flick of the hair and make her way up the stairs beside them.

"...So that was why you were in such a mood earlier."

~*~*~

@northernbluetongue @moonystars14 @soupfilledboots @vixen-uchiha @starsshineandgivehope @professionalfangirl1738

[doyumacy]

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — 3

gif not mine

pairing: taeyong x doyoung x reader

warnings: 「dotae x reader, mentions of donghyuck and yuta, smut (unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex m. receiving) polyamorous relationship, swearing, angst, a slight of possessives  」

word count: 「 3,4K 」

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“Someone sent you flowers,” Your assistant Donghyuck enters your office with a white rose flower bouquet in his hands.

You stop what you are doing and smile looking at them. Taeyong and his gifts. He even changed the flowers since he never sent white roses. Donghyuck places the bouquet on your desk and hands you the note card. You grab it.

𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔. 

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 

𝑫.

You smile and bite your lip.

Doyoung.

You shake your head when you realise this might be wrong. Why would he send you flowers? He hates flowers and even more, sending them. You know things are getting out of control and as much as you don’t want things to change, you don’t mind the idea of just you and Doyoung.

But the image of Taeyong comes to your mind. What would he say if he knew you two were going back his back? If something Taeyong can’t stand is betrayal and much less of the people he loves.

You come back to reality when you hear Donghyuck sigh. “I wish I could find love.”

You huff. “Love ain’t everything in this world.”

“Easy for you to say it when you have two men just for you,” Donghyuck rolls his eyes.

“Okay, fair, but I mean, you already have love.”

“The love I receive from you and my family can give me orgasms,” Donghyuck cocked his eyebrows.

You laugh. “Try using Tinder?”

“I am desperate but not that desperate,” he places a hand on his chest, offended.

“Or you can wait for the party this weekend to mingle,” you beam. “But as your boss I’m telling you that's not the most professional thing to do.”

“We all know those parties are not for business or looking good; is to find a good ass to bang,” he shrugs.

“I’m gonna pretend to didn’t say that or I will uninvite you,” you warn.

“Is Johnny still married?” He asks.

“Pretty much so,” you smile, typing on your laptop keyboard.

He sighs, defeated. “I guess I can’t stop trying.”

“Aren’t you gonna text Taeyong to say ‘thank you’ for the flowers?”

You nod. “I’m just gonna finish something and I’ll call him.”

(...)

When you’re back home, you notice a sound in the kitchen and go there just to find Taeyong putting away the groceries. He has taken his suit jacket off and is hanging on the back of one of the kitchen benches. He turns and sees you. He smiles at you. “Hey you. When did you get here? I didn’t hear you.”

“I just got here,” you say and get closer to him, placing the bouquet on the kitchen counter.

“Who sent those?” He points at the bouquet.

You press your lips together. “It was a gift from the Chinese editor. He’s excited to come.”

Taeyong nods and closes the fridge door. He rolls up his shirt sleeves and leans against the counter, resting his hands on it. He tilts his head, looking at you. “Why do you lie to me?”

You blink. “W-what do you mean?”

He sighs and walks to you a few steps. “I know Doyoung fucked you days ago.”

You gulp and open your mouth, but nothing comes out of it. “H-how did you know?”

“I heard you two,” he shrugs and shakes his head. “I don’t mind at all. Doyoung and I have fucked plenty of times when you’re not around.”

You tilt your head in surprise. “What?”

“It doesn't feel good, does it?” Taeyong cocks an eyebrow.

You shake your head. He finally steps in front of you and grabs your chin with his thumb. “What really bothers me is that you lied to me.”

You look down your feet and gulp. “I’m sorry.”

Taeyong squeezes your chin a bit so you look at him. When your eyes meet his, one of the corners of his lips lifts. “Show me how sorry you are.”

Slowly, Taeyong leans into the space between you and him, lips puckering slightly and pressing themselves to yours. Mouths lulling against each other, the pliant skin of his lips aching upon you, making you want more, making you want to kiss every part of him.

Your chest, and cheeks, and heart burn, fingers curling around his jaw and pulling him into you. Mouths aching for more, noses nudging against cheeks, hands desperately reaching to grab for flesh. Taeyong moves backwards slightly. He stares at you before pushing you down slowly to the bed. He places himself on top of you, kissing you again. His body arching into you, chest plush against your breasts, his groin prodding you, the heat of his member obvious even through his pants. Your mouth parts with a groan, with Taeyong reaching up, clasping a hand around your throat. He latches down gently, fingers strong, curling the way they would when he places them inside you. Another moan rumbles out your mouth. Mark pulled back. You bite your lip.

He removes his hand from your throat, leaving you all too untouched and to make it worse, he takes a hold of your wrists and pin them atop your head. Leaving you helpless and unable to pull him closer. You watch from below as a grin parts from Taeyong's lips, still glowing with the remnants of your kiss.

"Taeyong, please."

"Please?" He partially asks, partially mocked.

"Please fuck me."

"Hey, hey,’ he releases your wrists. "Patience, baby. And you still have to show me how sorry you are."

Taeyong leans downward, pressing a single kiss upon your lips. The taste of him lingering against you but disappearing all too quickly, though the feeling reappeared upon your neck. Where Taeyong leaves small, chaste kisses, trailing lower as though he is mapping out every detail of your skin. The desire to reach up and grasp his shoulders burn in your stomach, and yet, the compulsion to follow his orders is stronger. Taeyong is rarely a dom, and today he is behaving like, and you don't mind at all.

You keep your hands upon the bed as Taeyong moves your shirt upward, rolling it as he did, supple skin of his fingers brushing against your torso. Small whimpers leave your mouth, eyes tightly shut, embarrassed at how easily his touches affected you.

But his touches stop when he stands up in front of you. You get on your knees still on the bed and help him to remove what is left of his suit, letting it drop on the floor. "So..." you start,  fingers undoing the button of his dress shirt. "Will this be enough to show you how sorry I am?" you ask and then suck his chest, making him groan sexily. You lick the spot and give it a kiss before admiring the red spot you created in contrast to his white skin.

"You tell me," Taeyong grabs your hair and pulls it a bit. "Oh God, (Y/N)," Taeyong calls when you bend down to give his stomach marks as well, licking the sensitive skin.

You remove his pants, putting down his boxers that it's a pool under him now. You fist his growing member. Taeyong closes his eyes shut when you kiss the side of his cock, biting his lip to prevent a series of groans to emerge.

You give the tip a lick, kissing it as it oozes precum. "Fuck." he hisses, looking down on you Damn, you look so hot kneeling in front of him like that. Your hand doesn't leave his cock the whole time then smiles before doing the deed.

Your mouth is really hot or maybe because his cock was really sensitive now but it feels so good that groans escape his lips. You suck his cock, playing with it inside her mouth and even fondling his balls. His hands reach for your hair again,  tugging it in a ponytail as he bobbs your head up and down on his cock. He groans and throws his head back.

"You're so fucking good, baby." he compliments as the holds on your hair got tighter. You swallow his cock, deepthroating him that makes him groan. "Oh God, (Y/N)." And that is it, his control going down the drain. He thrusts into your mouth with so much power. He keeps on groaning as he fuck your mouth and feel himself cumming in no time. His cum fills your throat and some dropped on your mouth, even licking the excess from his cock, swallowing it.

Taeyong gives you an adoring smile as he wipes some excess from your lips and you suck his finger that makes him look at you lustfully. "Such a good girl."

"My turn," he slightly pushes you into the bed again and with no effort, your pants are on the floor.

He begins to gently brush the pad of his middle finger against your folds, the pressure already making you squirm. Your panties are stuck to your skin, unable to realise how wet you are from just a kiss and sucking Taeyong off, but here's proof as the chiffon moulds to your sex, Taeyong’s finger delicately causing a delicious friction that wound your body up even more. You need something else. You need his skin on yours.

You shift uncomfortably when he slides against your clit and he freezes on the spot, basking in your reaction as a small whine falls from your lips. His fingers pulling at your panties as he places his hand inside, making room in the tight space.

He groans when he feels the softness of your flesh, drenched in your arousal and he presses his forehead against yours. The tight material strains against his hand and your thighs making you look down and you moan at the sight, the veins in his hand protruding against the skin as two of his fingers rub at your clit. Your head falls back against the bed while you concentrate on taking deep breaths to ease you away from your impending combustion it seemed.

You shift again when you feel his finger dip to your entrance, collecting your arousal and swirling it around. A small whine falls from your throat as he looks up at you, eyes dancing with mirth. Fuck, he is loving this.

“What, do you want more?” He asks, playing innocent, his breaths coming out in heavy bursts, telling you he is just as affected as you.

You nod and you feel him push one of his long fingers inside of you. Your walls spasm around the digit uncontrollably. The pleasure is imminent as he begins to curl his digit slowly against your sensitive walls and you moan again. Taeyong joins you, moaning loudly as he captures your mouth in another messy kiss, your tongues tangling together, his free hand gripping your hip as you thread your fingers entirely into his hair, anchoring him to you.

After a couple more snaps of his wrist you feel him bring another finger to your entrance and you hold your breath as he pushes inside, the stretch wonderfully pleasurable as you cry against his lips, to which he swallows each beautiful noise.

“Ah, Taeyong,” you moan. “Right there, please don’t stop.” You beg as his fingers brush against your g-spot and he pulls away from you, looking down at your bodies as he continues to finger you, taking sharp intakes of breath as he concentrates on pleasuring you good.

“I love it when you say my name,” he utters.

And you are saying it, the syllables falling from your lips like a mantra and as you close your eyes you feel him kiss just under your ear, his laboured breathing sending shivers up your spine as he begins to suck on your earlobe, nibbling on the soft flesh teasingly.

“You sound so beautiful,” he comments, his voice hush, a low growl. “You look so beautiful."

He pins you down using his crotch, pushing his thigh into yours and your belly flips in fresh pleasure, feeling how hard he is again.

You open your eyes and look between your bodies, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sight. You could tell Taeyong knows you are close. “That’s it, babe,” he husks. “Let go for me, I know you want to. I can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

You shut your eyes again, tight as they can go, letting Taeyong’s voice echo in your brain. It is so hot to hear these words coming from him, his usual calm and polite demeanour lightyears away from this, and you moan quietly, in between sighs of his name as he helps you see stars.

“Cum on my hand, baby… C’mon,” he urgs, his voice sugary sweet in the shell of your ear and that is all you need to hear before your orgasm tore through your body.

You are aware you are maybe being a little too loud, but you don't care. The sensation is strong and you gasp for breath as the pleasure ebbes slowly out of your body, aware that Taeyong is watching your every expression as you come around.

He gives you a moment so you can come back from high and he plants kisses on your chest.

Taeyong gives his cock a few jerks as he watches you turn around and sit on your knees, with a slight tilt forward and the arch in your back to accentuate your ass.

His hands lightly smack your cheeks and slowly enters your dripping hole. His hands grip your hips as he slides deeper into you, both being moaning messes at the delicious feeling.

When his length is fully buried inside of your tight walls, he wraps an arm around your waist and a hand on your tit. “After all the times you’ve been fucked, your pussy is still as tight as ever.”

Taeyong slams hard into you, showing no mercy and causing you to jolt up. “But you take me so well, darling. I’ve never seen someone as pretty as you.”

His compliments cause your heart to soar, despite the soreness you’re beginning to feel in your pussy. He’s relentless, bottoming out until his tip is practically in your guts. “Oh fuck, yeah... just like that. Shit."

Your knees give out as you fall face forward into the mattress, hands in fists from the incredible pleasure of every hit. Your ass now in his full view and every tingle of magic lights up in his veins.

Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning, Taeyong holds your hips steady to thrust into a new angle. Automatically, your body twitches as his tip hits your special spot and he’s well aware that you’re close to releasing.

Taeyong lifts your limp body upright, against his torso and an arm secured around your middle as before. His hand snakes to your clit, rubbing feathering circles over the neglected bud.

Nonetheless, his single action paired with his tip grazing harshly against the particular spot causes your legs to tremble. “Do you want me to stop?” His threat rings in your ears when you still left him without an answer.

You’re so close, you’re starting to see white. "Fuck fuck fuck. I'm so c-"

“I’ve got you. Let go of yourself, baby.” Taeyong slows his hips when your walls squeeze around him sporadically.

He whispers, cumming inside of you. He pulls out and gently tucks you into the covers.Breathless, you stare at him. "Taeyong..."

"Yeah?" He lays next you.

"That was so good," you run a hand through your hair. "So good."

He smirks. "I know."

(...)

You eye the roses placed within the glass vase situated in the center of the table. The Elie Saab gown that hugs your body has everyone's eyes on you.  

This gala is for the Magazine's Anniversary, people from different parts of the world are there and none of them can't stop congratulating you for the great work you are doing.

Taeyong and Doyoung are wearing matching red suit bows and they seem very pleased to be talking with Kim Lee, a beautiful fashion blogger. She is gorgeous and her dress is sexily revealing. You understand why your two boyfriends are too focused on her. Or her tits.

You feel a bit jealous but since they are too busy with Kim, you can also make yourself busy. You grab two glasses of champagne and walk to Yuta, the editor of the magazine in Japan.

Yuta is beautiful, you cannot deny it. His facial features are soft. Sharp cheekbones and his body is thinned out, but you can notice his defined muscles underneath his suit.

You place a hand on his shoulder to call his attention and he turns to you. He smiles. "Hey you. You disappeared."

"Sorry about that. I had to greet more people," you apologise. "Want a glass of champagne?"

"Of course," he says and you hand him a glass. He grabs it and has a sip. "The party is amazing. I love it."

You smirk. "Thank you so much. I'm happy you made it."

One of the corners of his lips lifts. "I would have never missed one of your parties, miss (Y/L/N)."

He's flirting. You know it. And you don't mind since Doyoung and Taeyong's eyes are still focused on Kim Lee, all smiley.

You give a gentle smile. "Just (Y/N), please."

He nods. "Okay, (Y/N)." Yuta winks at you. "By the way, you look incredible tonight. Respectfully, of course."

You beam. "Thank you, but please stop complimenting me. I'm blushing."

He chuckles. "There's no way I can't stop complimenting such a beautiful woman like you."

Across the room, Doyoung hears your laughter and he looks for you; you are standing in front of Yuta, who is watching you like his last meal. While laughing, you put a hand on his shoulder which makes Doyoung enraged. Something's snappening inside of him.

Why the hell are you flirting with another man? Taeyong seems to realize where Doyoung's gaze is focused and frowns. He then laughs. "I can't believe she's giving us a taste of your own medicine."

Doyoung runs a hand through his hair. "I hope she still has energy when we get home."

Taeyong cocks an eyebrow. "What are you planning?"

"You'll see," Doyoung looks at him.

(...)

You leave Yuta alone again so you can go to the restroom. As you're fixing your makeup in front of the mirror, someone enters and locks the door. You turn just to see a not very pleased Doyoung walking to you. You smile. "You're in the wrong restroom, sweetie."

He tilts his head to the side, watching you. "You know why I'm here, love."

You shake your head, playing dumb. "Is something wrong?"

Doyoung sighs, irritated. He walks close to you a few steps and when he's close enough to you, he grabs your chin lifting it up, so your eyes are at his level. "You're fucking mine, (Y/N). Do you get it? I hated seeing you flirting with that asshole."

You bite your lip, looking at him playfully. "I was just doing what you were doing, sweetie."

He groans and clenches your jaw a little, not so much as to hurt it. You whimper. Then Doyoung groans, releasing you. "Just wait until we get home."

"Why don't you show me here?" You put your arms around his neck. "I'm horny. Yuta got me horny." You tease.

Doyoung growls and by the next second, you are pinned to a wall with Doyoung's hands on your waist, his grip is strong. "Don't fucking push me or I'll fuck your soul out right here."

"Then do it," you lick your lips.

Doyoung keeps a hand firmly pressed on your waist. He pulls you flat against him and stares down at you

Your hands run up his chest, feeling each curve through his tuxedo. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him down to let your lips meet.

Doyoung moves his lips against yours, roughly. He roughly sucks your bottom lip between his before pulling away. "You're lucky you're wearing that long dress."

You pout. "I can bend over."

He giggles and places kisses on your neck. "Save that energy for tonight because you're not getting any sleep. I promise," he whispers to your ear and you gulp because Doyoung always keeps his promises.

[vbee-miya]

[The Art Gallery]

✥︎ sai x ino yamanaka || m.list

genre: fluff || type: modern au + drabble

synopsis: an alternate universe if you will where sai is a new upcoming rising artist and ino was in the midst beginning of motherhood.

w/c: 644

a/n: literally one of my favorite anime couples. as far as warnings go, there are no major trigger/content warnings mentioned. if there is please feel free to let me know in any way shape/form.

The place was busy and crowded. People dressed in an elegant style. The diversity in the gathered room was also very much there.

However despite the vast diversity the room had provided. All of them were gathered here in this very room. Just for one reason.

The private art gallery showcase. Today was indeed a special day for many awaking painters and sculptors. It was the day where their works will now be showcased to the whole public eye afterwards.

Sai felt indifferent about the situation. He was just merely showing his piece of work. It’s not like people would actually look deeper in the art to feel the emotions that he had felt when painting that beautiful canvas. However that was slowly taking a turn when people were flooding into his space asking and commenting deeper things about his art.

“Have you ever wondered how much time it must’ve taken to come up with such masterpieces like your husband's?”

Ino was zoned out a bit and didn’t quite catch the question that was being asked towards her.

“Ino?”

She turned her attention towards a woman holding a sleeping infant.

“What was that? Sorry, I’ve kind of just been out of it you know.”

“No no, it’s alright I get it. Here, why don’t you sit down.” The woman led Ino to one of the open benches in the gallery room.

“Trouble sleeping huh?”

“How’d you know?”

“The eye bags.”

“Sigh, well it can’t be helped can it? Sai has been pretty busy lately so the least I could do is let him have his rest.” She looked up at a painting before her.

It was beautiful indeed. Landscape paintings were usually her second favorite. The first one was Sai’s paintings.

As she kept looking closer to the painting one detail eventually caught her eye. In the far distance a family of three was having a picnic.

First glance it would’ve been something people would look over until they decided to look closely at the picture.

“Well how is he?”

“Huh, who?”

“The child Ino. Like where are they?”

“Oh haha, right yeah. A close friend of mine is babysitting them. I’m not too concerned about my son. I’m more concerned about them, he’s a fairly quiet child. Very independent and he likes to be left alone. Thing is I didn’t tell them about that. So I hope things are going fairly smoothly.”

“Ah, I see. Well I hope for the best for them. Anyways I’ll be heading off now. I think Boruto and I have had our fair share of time here.”

Ino watched the woman take her leave waving off a goodbye towards the blonde standing next to Sai.

It was odd you know? Having known these people from childhood only to see them growing up the same time as you.

She looked over to her husband who was in the midst of explaining his pictures. She was truly lucky to have him. But the greatest gift of all was her son. It’s cliché and a phrase that’s been overused, but it was true. She was excited to see her son grow, she was excited about the idea of telling him stories of the past now knowing that he wouldn’t have to experience them.

She walked around the gallery and each piece of art had their own uniqueness to it. Something that made it stand out in their own way.

She didn’t care to understand the deeper meaning of the art, however being married to one she couldn’t help, but feel a deep admiration for the days and hours spent on that work.

They made it from scratch and each time they spent on it trying to add and fix details it was like they were raising a child of their own. Watching the piece of art grow into a wonderful masterpiece.

[katsukisbimbo]

As The World Caves In

✯ pairing: hawks (takami keigo) x gn! reader

✯ genre: angst. just angst

✯ summary: you knew what no matter how bad keigo fucked up. he would be the only one for you.

✯wordcount: 1.6k+

✯warning: angst. it’s so sad. swearing. major character death.

✯ n/a: i cried so hard writing this. it was just so hard to write because of my immense love for hawks. also read this while listening to “as the world caves in” by matt maltese! it hurts more!

sometimes, you wondered what your life would be like if you rejected takami keigo’s advances towards you. lately, keigo has been too busy for you and would leave and go under radar for weeks at a time without informing you. being with him made your anxiety shoot up at the thought of him never coming back. at the thought of you finding his body cold and decaying. at the thought of never being able to hear him call you kid again.

it’s been two weeks since you’ve last seen him. you were worried, but it’s not like it was his first time doing this. you lounged around in your pajama’s as you had a day off today. you laid on your couch as you reminisced your sweet times with keigo, wanting nothing but to be in his arms.

—-

“kEigO! you fucking DICK!” you yelled as you felt your bird brained boyfriend drop you into the freezing cold water of the lake. he was bent over laughing, clutching his stomach at the sight of you drenched and freezing head to toe. you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he looked while he laughed. you knew about keigo’s past. you knew that he didn’t have much of a childhood, and you were the one who helped him experience things that he should’ve experienced when he was younger.

“i’m sorry kid, i couldn’t resist! you look too cute pouting at me like that” he chuckled as he walked towards you to wrap his arms and wings around your shivering figure. your scowl dropped as you snuggled your face into his warm chest, relishing this moment with your boyfriend.

“hey keigo? are you gonna leave me again?” you questioned as you tilted your head up to peek at his face, catching him grimace at your question. you already knew the answer. you decided to push your negative thoughts out of your mind and just live in the present with keigo.

“you know i don’t like leaving you kid, but i have to. it’s my job, it’s our job. don’t worry about me, i’ll be back before you know it” he comforted as he pressed a loving kiss onto your forehead.

you just nodded and hugged him tighter, feeling your hot tears threaten to overflow and cascade down the apples of your cheeks.

you both stood there, holding each other as if it was the last time.

—-

you felt your phone vibrate on your stomach, pulling you from your daydreams. it was your agency calling. it must’ve been big if they were calling you on your day off.

“hello?” you answered getting ready to put your hero costume on.

“y/h/n! please get down to musutafu now! hawks needs assistance and nobodies available! he’s in big trouble!” they yelled.

that’s all it took for you to drop everything and run to your lover.

—-

“do you ever think we’re going to have kids in the future?” you question your boyfriend as you two watched the sunset rise on top of your building. you turned your head to look in his direction but he already had his eyes on you. you surely would have blushed if he did this while your relationship was still new. (he’s done it before)

he smiled at you and turned his whole body to face you, making you do the same. he brushed the stray hairs out of your face before cupping your cheek. he was fondly looking at you before he decided to speak.

“we’re gonna have all the kids you want kid. we can have a whole basketball team! just imagine that! we can make our own or adopt!” he giggled excitedly.

it was rare to see your boyfriend like this. most of the time he was very serious, especially during patrol as he took his job quite earnestly. the way he did his job with care and thought was admirable. sure you were in the top 10 as well, but he was number two. you strived to be like your boyfriend.

“i wanna have so many kids keigo. i wanna have a nice house, a dog, and the whole white picket fence thing. i want the whole package.” you whispered as you kissed his chest while drawing patterns on his left hip with your pointer finger.

he let out a breathy laugh and took your hand that was on his hip and placed it against his face, snuggling his cheek against it. you gently caressed his cheek with your thumb, making him sigh in content.

“i love you y/n. i love you so much” he whispered as he moved to capture your lips into an innocent kiss.

what started as an innocent kiss soon turned into a heated makeout session as keigo slipped his tongue into your mouth, rubbing his tongue against yours which caused you to let out a low moan.

you felt him pull away as he hovered over you, raking his eyes down from your glassy eyes to your kiss bitten lips.

“how about we get started on the whole baby thing?” he questioned with a smirk.

—-

you soon arrived at the scene where keigo was supposed to be. it looked like a ghost town. buildings and streets were empty as you checked for anymore civilians in the vicinity. you soon heard a loud crash a few blocks away from your current location and ran towards the sound.

—

“you haven’t been home much keigo” you grumbled as you stirred your tea in your mug. your boyfriend sighed as he felt irritated that you were bringing this up again.

“how many times do i have to say it y/n? it’s my job.” he rolled his eyes.

“don’t give me that shit keigo. i know its your fucking job. it’s my job too. but you’re leaving so often now. i don’t even know if you’ll come back alive. for all i know you could be coming back to me already cold. i’m just worried. and i don’t know where you go either. it’s just not the ideal situation.”

he scoffed. “being a hero is NEVER an ideal situation y/n. you fucking know that. oh wait, you don’t. you don’t have the same responsibilities as me because they don’t trust you enough with that shit. they’re not just gonna let a rinky dink hero take care of shit they can’t handle”

you couldn’t believe that he just said that to you. all you wanted to do was scream and yell at him. you wanted to tell him how much of an asshole he was. you want him to feel what you were feeling. instead, you just turned your back on him and walked away, not looking back to see if he would follow you.

you soon felt a hand grasp your arm and you were turned to face your solemn looking boyfriend.

“y/n- i didn’t mean that. i’m so sor-“ you grasped his hand holding your arm and pushed it off. feeling your tears finally cascade down your heated cheeks.

“i’m done keigo.” you said as you turned your back on him once more. not seeing him fall down to his knees.

you wanted to go back to him. you wanted to tell him that it was okay. and that you were both just upset. but your pride was too hurt, and so were your feelings.

—-

you felt your thoughts running a mile a minute. was that keigo? was that the villain? who was it? who got hurt?

you soon found out as you arrived on the scene, seeing your former lover covered under a pile of rubble. his once luscious wings were bent in odd angles, most of his feathers already gone.

“keigo. KEIGO! please wake up, keigo wake up please i’m so sorry keigo! please wake up birdie. please wake up” you wailed as you shook him.

“hey baby bird” he coughed as he brought his arm up to pet your head, knowing that you liked getting head pats when you were nervous.

“keigo, wait here okay? just wait i’ll go find that stupid villain and beat their ass okay?” he just nodded and let let his hands rest on his stomach.

—-

“KEIGO! keigo! i’m back! i beat the shit outta that guy and i called for an ambulance. you’re gonna be okay” you panted as you laid yourself right beside keigo’s figure.

he smiled at you and took your hand in his, rubbing smooth circles on your warm palm. keigo looked deathly pale. you sat up to inspect his injuries and saw that his jacket was soaked in his own blood.

you couldn’t believe that you didn’t notice earlier. why didn’t he saying anything? or did he not even feel it anymore?

“k-keigo? talk to me okay? stay awake baby. stay awake for me” you cried as you placed his head onto your lap. he nodded slightly and coughed out a little blood, which you gently wiped away.

“you and i are gonna make the prettiest babies one day. i’m so thankful that you came into my life. without you, i would’ve stayed lost. *cough* you made my days so much brighter pretty bird. i can’t w-wait to marry you one day” he wheezed, mustering up a smile.

this only made you cry harder.

“yes my love, we will. i’m gonna marry you kei. i’m gonna give you the family that you want. we’re gonna name our first son enji right? you’re such an endeavour fanboy. i remember when you told me that i got so upset beca-“ you cut yourself off when you noticed that hawks had gone silent.

“kei? keigo? why am i the only one talking keigo? keigo please. please you can’t leave me. keigo i love you. i’m so sorry baby. please. keigo.” you sobbed, holding his now cold body closer to yours. you heard the ambulances arriving. but it was already too late. he was gone.

“it’s always gonna be you keigo” you whispered as you pressed a one last kiss on his forehead.

[skylarmoon71]

E2 Harrison Wells x Reader- Oneshot (Flash)

"Listen to me, you don't have to do this. You aren't a killer. "

You just closed your fist, eyes dark with hatred. The more you squeezed, the harder it was for the criminal in front of you to breathe. Barry took a step forward and you raised your free hand.

"I don't want to hurt you Barry, but I will if I have to. BACK OFF!"

"No! I'm not gonna stand here and watch you throw your life away. I know what it's like (Y/N), to resent someone to the point that you're willing to risk it all." your hands faltered for a second, and the man on the floor groaned. Your lips were quivering.

"H-He killed him Barry..for a stupid watch and some cash. "

"I know, and I'm so sorry (Y/N). " Bit by bit he was inching closer, and you could feel your anger dissipating slowly. You should have known that Barry would be the one to figure it out. After losing your boyfriend to a mugger, you dedicated your life to tracking his killer. 

You worked under Joe at CCPD. You were just an officer. A close call with a meta one night when you were working with Joe had led to the discovery of your own abilities. Shortly after he introduced you to the team. Even with your loss, you felt like you were slowly but surely getting your life back together. Then you heard of another robbery. Similar MO, except this time the individual survived. They were able to identify the perp. It could have been an impulse, but you tracked him down. Took you hours.

Standing in his beat down apartment, all you wanted to do was inflict as much pain as you could. You just wanted the hole that he left in your chest to disappear.

"Please (Y/N)." Barry's eyes were pleading. You finally lowered your hands, and the male being pinned gasped, coughing. Barry moved forward, pulling you into his arms and you stood there, gripping onto his shirt as you bawled your eyes out.

~~~~~

"You saved a lot of people. He's been on the run for weeks. Hurt a lot of innocent people too. Good job kd." You can't even look Joe in the eyes. You keep your head down nodding and he pats your shoulder. This entire situation could have gone completely sideways. All you can do is watch as they take the handcuffed man away. You're standing next to Barry who's doing his best to keep you grounded. As Joe leaves, you look over at Barry. "Thank you." you whisper. If he hadn't brought you from over the edge, it could have been you walking away in cuffs.

Barry knows that no amount of sympathetic words can help, so he just offers a hug. "Anytime (Y/N)."

~One Year Later~

"Guys I could really use a hand here!!" The meta currently trying to break past your barrier was a little more than you could handle at the moment. Between fighting past his metal armor and trying not to become like the unconscious officers around you, it was a struggle. With gritted teeth, you push harder, but he's fighting through pain. Being able to control liquid elements was a nice ability, but for this iron head, it may not have been enough. You were manipulating his water components, but it was just barely holding him off. A normal person would have been out cold by now.

"B-Barry!" On cue he zips by. The meta looks down at the cuffs on his wrist. You grin, because he no longer has the metal to shield him. With a flick of your wrist, his body is thrown back, hitting the wall.

"You know he was bound right." Barry says. You just shrugged. "I know." He shakes his head with a laugh, calling in Joe to round up some reinforcements. Finally, you can relax.

"What took you so long?"

"Well Harry and Cisco were-" you wave your hands.

"Don't bother, I can already guess. " Those two never quit.

"Next time just ignore them." you state walking away.

"Will do!!"

~~~~

"The next time you dipsticks decide to have a fight don't forget their actual people out there that don't wanna get crushed by a psycho metahuman." Cisco and Harry stood still as you basically ripped into them. Most of the time you could care less, but Barry could tell that something about this case must have really agitated you. Storming out the cortex, Barry's eyes followed you. He hadn't seen that look on your face since, well since you lost Calvin.

"Did she seem off to you?" Cisco inquired.

Barry was still zoned out.

"Just give her some time." Barry advised. He wanted nothing more than to help you, but he could tell that right now all you really needed was some space.

~~~~~

Later that afternoon Caitlin and Iris invited you to a well deserved girls night. Fighting metas as well as dealing with regular criminals took a pretty heavy toll on you. So of course you accepted. Knocking on the door, Iris rushed to open the door. The moment she saw your face she was grinning. You barely had time to greet her before she was tugging you inside. You laugh at her excitement. 

"Someone's ready to party." kicking off your shoes, you raised your head. You didn't expect to see the many faces that filled the room. "Uhhhh.." you were positive she'd said girls night over the phone, so why was Cisco, Harry, Joe and Barry here.

"Sorry we set you up, it was Barry's idea.' Iris apologized with a smile.

"Hey!" you can't really be mad. You step forward, and Barry is the first to hug you. Not anticipating it, you pat his back awkwardly. "Y-You okay there Barry?" He's acting a little strange. When he pulls away, all he does is smile, patting your shoulder. "Yeah I'm just...really glad that you're in our lives."

He's certainly being weird, nevertheless, you appreciate his words.

"That's sweet Barry, thank you." He nods.

"Alright let's get this party started!!" Cisco cheers. He's never one to pass up getting drunk.

"I'll make sure Ramon doesn't pass out on your couch Allen." With the both of them you know it's only a matter of time before the bickering begins, and it's sort of comforting.

For the night you all talk, drink and exchange stories. Harry gives some moments where he's had to scare away Jessie's potential boyfriends. Joe states the same when Iris had started high school. You're dying of laughter at one point when he says he flashed his gun to intimidate one of them. The night carries on. Somewhere along the line, you've slipped out to the balcony. You enjoy the company, but right at this moment, you need to be alone. You lean over, eyes staring up at the sky. 

The facade you've been keeping up all day has fallen, and you allow the tears to flow freely. You sniff a couple times. When you hear the door behind you slide close you straighten, wiping at your eyes frantically. 

"I-It's pretty chilly outside. Kind of makes your eyes water. The man standing there, it's not who you'd assume. Harry just watches you for a moment, and you're convinced he can see right through you.

"W-Well I should get inside before they start to worry." you try to bolt.

"Who did you lose?" Then he asks that question. You haven't even fully made it to the door yet, and you're lucky for the curtains that block the view on the other side of the door.

"I've been watching you all night. This morning Ramon was concerned you were acting unusual. I brushed it off, but seeing you tonight confirmed everything. The smiles don't truly reach your eyes. "

You have half a mind to tell him that it's none of his business. Who the hell did he even think he was, profiling you like some kind of criminal. Harry takes another step, and when he looks down, your barrier crumbles instantly. With a shaky hand to your lips, you lean your back against the wall. His eyes convey sympathy, and he takes your hand softly. You sob, and Harry slowly pulls you into his arms. You hold unto him, breaking down right there. It's been such a struggle carrying on all day. Harry is the absolute last person you ever would even think could provide comfort, but you're grateful.

~~~~~~

It takes a while for you to calm down, at one point Barry even comes searching, upon seeing you chatting with Harry, he closes the curtains with a smile. The both of you just sit in silence. You've pulled out a chair, and Harry is right beside you. He doesn't press for any kind of information. You kind of like this.

"His name was Calvin."

Azure eyes move in your direction.

"We were together for three years." You place a hand on your chest, and Harry watches as you reach under the neck of your shirt, pulling out a necklace. There's a ring attached to it. A beautiful diamond right at the center. "The night he was.." your throat tightens. 

"The night I lost him, he was going to propose. They recovered all the items that were stolen from the guy's apartment. Calvin bought it a year before. He was making down payments to afford it. " Your hands grip the ring, and you can feel the tears about to spill again. You swallowed, looking over at Harry. 

"I-I'm really sorry that I yelled at you guys today. I-I was just.."

"You don't have to explain. " He was starting to get the bigger picture. Today was important to you. This is what was needed for you to mourn. He understood, more than you realized. You knew about his past, and now he knows about yours.

"How long does it take for this feeling to go away?"

He wished he could give you an easy answer, but he was the last person to ask about dealing with loss. Tess was the most stable and treasured thing in his life. Then he lost her, shortly after that he almost watched his only daughter get killed. Safe to say he was the worst at trying to move on.

"It never really goes away." he knows that isn't the answer you want.

"But it will get better (Y/N). You have people here that care about you. Family."

They were the reason he no longer looked at the world at people as if they were expendable.

"You'll be fine." He takes your hand when he says it, and the confidence of his assurance. It's exactly what you need.

"Thank you, Harrison."

A brilliant smile.

"You're welcome."

[sweetchup]

A Helping Hand 2: A Check Up

Type: Shalnark x reader

Au?: Savior Au

Word Count: 6,500 (Holy Cannoli!)

Warnings: Hospital, Medicine, Cursing, sexual innuendos, mentions sexual assault, Angry Irish lady and Shalnark being a shark.

Author Note: Ahh I’m so glad I finally got this done. Actually when I woke up the morning after I got half way, I check the polls only to find out Family 2 had totally surpassed Helping Hand 😨 (which was way in the lead the night before). I guess Family 2 is next haha😋. Also I hope @lvndrhwis​ and @meromelodi​ enjoy because you two have been waiting for a part 2 for a while 💕💕💕.

<—(Pt.1) / (Pt.3)—>

“Doctor (l/n), oh there you are. Patient 104 and 122 is in need of a check up today in order to determine if they are allowed to be discharged.”

“Okay. Let’s see.” Your hand quickly grabs the paperwork from the nurse. You skim the paper quickly before giving it back to him, “Yes I’ll get that done sometime after I check the files of patient 66.”

The bright bleach white walls burn your eyes as you finally make your way into the intensive care’s central office. You’ve mentioned countless times to management that they need to get dimmer light bulbs in here, but they just don’t seem to want to listen to you. Stupid higher ups.

But that didn’t exactly matter right now, you could deal with that problem later. Ever so sluggishly, due to lack of caffeine and sleep, you walk over to one of the many metal file cabinets decorating the room. The freezing cold surface of the metal gives you goosebumps as you skim your hand down its surface. After passing two drawers you find the one you were looking for, named “R-W”, and open it up.

“Let’s see… Shalnark Ryuseih’s progress report, where did I put it?” You mutter under your breath, your diligent and quick fingers skimming back and forth between the many files trying to find it. Occasionally you pull a file out, only to put it back when you realize it’s not the one you were looking for. Where in the world is that file? It definitely shouldn’t be hard to find, not that many people have first and last names that either start with R-W. Actually you shouldn’t say that, there are some pretty unusual names out there. Like, Shooter, Slayer, Twinkle, Zi … wow... names can be pretty much anything nowadays.

“Ah!” Finally you had found the file, it had just been tucked into the wrong place. Opening up the yellow thick file paper, the first thing you see is the newest report given from PT and rehab sector. Reading it, you can’t help but allow a small smile to force its way onto your face.

You’ve been incredibly busy lately which has led you to not having much time to stop by on Shalnark. The only times being to make sure he falls asleep and to bring him food and meds since he doesn’t trust anyone else but you with those things. You had truly felt sad not being able to hang out with the smiley dorky man. Though, at the same time, a tiny bit of you on the inside was relieved not spending as much time with a sadistic mass murder.

But, all in all, you were just glad that even in your absence he has been making good progress. Shal had even recently moved to being able to walk around with crutches, a huge step forward for him (pun intended), and being able to messily begin to write the alphabet. You actually should go see him right now to tell him how pleased you were before checking on other patients.

That idea was soon lost though as the central office door was busted open, breaking your train of thought.

“Ah! (Y/n). There you are!”

Looking up from the file, you see Mal, the Front Desk women of the Intensive Care unit, and… a man you don’t recognize?

“Jeremiah, This is Doctor (L/n). (Y/n), this is Jeremiah. He has been transferred here from Abagail Union Hospital, Two cities away.”

The brunette male flashes you a charming smile as Mal introduces him, which you return with a small one of your own. In a welcoming gesture, you stick out your hand and you two share a quick hand shake; giving quick hello’s.

As your hand retracts you couldn’t help but feel…. off? Everything seemed okay but you couldn’t help but feel as if something was off, like as if the room changed somehow. It felt oddly familiar like you should know what it was… right? But, what exactly was off?

“I’m sure you remember this (y/n), but Jeremiah has never been a part of an intensive care unit before so management was hoping you could show him the ropes.”

Ah… That’s what it was, you had forgotten that management dropped another chore for you to do. They must be out for your throat or something.

“Of course!” You give Mal a wave as she leaves the room and Jeremiah in your hands. You quickly turn away from the man and put away Shalnark’s paperwork. Though, you can’t help but don’t want to put the file away, it was as if your hand was physically fighting against you letting it go. You let out a sigh and a small frown. Sorry Shal, I promise I’ll visit you tomorrow. Finally, your hand lets you put the file away after making that promise. But you still can’t help but feel as if you are physically hurt by your action.

You hear an awkward cough behind you and you turn back around.

“Sorry about that. Now let’s get you started right?” You say as enthusiastic as you can muster. You still are low on sleep and Caffeine after all.

“Yes of course, Doctor (l/n).”

“Please, just call me (y/n). It makes me feel old when people refer to me as Doctor.”

Jeremiah lets out a chuckle. “Okay, (y/n). Lead the way then, I’m glad you’re the one showing me the ropes”

Though, even with the cheerful small talk you have with Jeremiah as you two exit the room, you can’t help but hope you haven’t forgotten anything else.

Afterall,.... that strange feeling hasn’t left yet.

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“So, then…. hahaha….my sister said, ‘Fuck you I’m gonna do whatever I want’.” Suzanne explains to Jez and you as the three of you walk down the long and busy corridor. Small bits of chatter and talk from other people bouncing off the walls through the hallway

The two ladies let out a giggle as you end up almost choking on your drink. “Oh god. I swear everyone should know it’s common knowledge that whenever someone says that, nothing ever turns out well.” You explain letting out a sigh at the end.

“I know right!”

“Yep and that’s exactly what ends up happening next.”

“Oh god What happened?”

“Right after she finished her sentence. She ends up falling off the curve and landing face first into a huge muddy puddle. Like I’m talking huge.”

Jez lets out a gasp while you break out into a huge chuckle. “In her new satin dress?!” Jez says stunned.

“Yep! It was expensive too.”

“Well, it serves her right for— Oh crap.” You cut yourself off as you suddenly remember something. You quickly check your watch and begin to back step your path. It was time to bring Shalnark his food and meds. He would get so pissed if you forgot or was late. “I’m sorry I forgot to do something, I'll be right back.”

You finally turn around, almost bumping into someone as well, and begin to sprint down the corridor towards the lunch room. You can hear Suzanne and Jez let out a laugh.

“Don’t keep us waiting (y/n)! You-know-who is going to be sitting with us for lunch!”

“Yep and it would hurt if you miss out on him. Especially with how close you have gotten to him in the last two weeks.”

“I have not!” You shout back while turning around to glare at them; earning strange looks from doctors, nurses and patients around you as you do so. Their stares and whispers cause your cheeks to flare up in embarrassment and you let out a squeaky apology as you go back to scurrying to the lunch room. All the while you hear Jaz and Suzanne laughing getting louder and louder. Curse those two.

You haven’t gotten that close to Jeremiah. Sure, you’ve been helping him out every day since he joined the team two weeks ago. Along with the fact you practically spent every minute of your work day with him… okay, maybe they were correct. Maybe you and Jeremiah have gotten a little close but you didn’t feel anything for him, right?

You picture Jeremiah in your head. Yep.... just as you thought. Nothing.

Though at the same time…

As you thought about or are with Shalnark. There was this feeling; something ever so strange. It wasn’t in just one place either, it reached from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and fingers. First, it usually starts with your face feeling hot and, if you are able to see yourself, your cheeks are a light red flush shade. Then you can feel those... those butterflies? Yes, butterflies, in your stomach along with an ever so faster heartbeat. On top of that there were also other things that happened depending on the situation. The tingly feeling in your fingers when they accidentally brush his. The ghosting feeling of his hand prints and arms along your body the next day after he held you the night before. And finally, the one that drives you insane, when your eyes just lock onto his lips while he’s going on and on about whatever electronic or game thing he’s been interested in recently and you just feel that desperate need to just lean over and kiss him.

“(Y/n)!”

All of sudden you come out of your thoughts and realize you are standing right in front of Lara, the head worker of the canteen. She’s giving you a weird look and holding her hand up in your face. It seemed like she had been trying to get your attention for quite a bit.

“Are you okay, Lass? Your face is as red as Santa’s big red ass. Ya’ better not be driving any sickness or crazy mutating bullshitting disease into my canteen. Ya’ hear me!?”

“A-aa. I-I’m not sick, don't worry. I was just… Just lost in my thoughts, you know?” You scramble your hands around to help explain. How embarrassing… Shalnark is your patient and you are his doctor. It's part of your job that you keep a professional relationship with him,a hospital isn’t the place to fall in love. Plus what are you thinking having such feelings for a man that has ruined the lives of so many others.

Your explanation about why your face was red didn’t help though as you see Lara, being the cheeky leprechaun looking woman she is, flashing you a mischievous smile.

“Lost in your thoughts, eh? What type of thoughts are we talking about here~ Doctor (l/n)~.”

“N-no not those thoughts la—“

“Oh really? I swear I saw your face get a little bit more red just now~” Lara teases, poking a freezing cold finger to your burning cheeks. You quickly slap her finger away and attempt to explain.

“I-It’s because I’m embarr—“

“Ah. Ah. Ahhh~ I know a liar when I see one.” Lara leans over the counter and puts a hand to block the side of her mouth as if she’s sharing a super duper big secret with you. “Was it about Mr. BDE?”

“Mr. BDE?” BDE? What does BDE stand for.. is this another tiktik trend I don’t know about? I swear I told Lara a thousand times I’m never joining that cult like app.

“She's talking about the male patient you always come with or without to grab food for. The blonde one.”

Startled by the sudden new voice, you turn around to see Clara, another canteen worker, with her usual emotionless face watching you two converse.

“Well I guessed that. I was just confused about—“

“Well it should be hard to guess now! Especially now that you’ve been spending so much time with…” Lara let’s out an exaggerated gag and you only roll your eyes. You look towards Clara for help and thankfully she decides to be kind enough by grabbing you some food. “Ugh... Mr. SDE”

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“M-Mr. SDE?” What is with these weird nicknames Sara is dishing out?

“She’s talking about the new doctor Jeremiah.” Clara shouts over to you two. You spare a glance over and see that she’s filling the tray full of Shalnark’s most liked foods. Even being nice enough to add a birthday cake flavored pudding cup. You aren’t sure exactly why but Shalnark is obsessed with birthday cake flavored foods. Though at the same time it makes sense, only the worst of the worst and monsters like birthday cake flavor.

“Well I have to spend time with Jeremiah. It’s my job to help—“

“How dare you (y/n)!” You look back over to Sara to see her sulking in the corner. What in the world? “I can’t believe ya’ betrayed your one true husbando like that.”

“WILL YOU STOP CUTTING ME OFF!?” you shout at the top of your lungs, about to go over and clobber Sara on top of the head. Though you are stopped by the fact that Clara has brought you Shalnark’s food. “Thank you, Clara. This is much appreciated unlike something else.”

You give one last glare at Sara, causing her to scramble away to the kitchen. Finally you can just leave and begin the long peaceful walk to Shalnark’s room.

“Ah wait. (Y/n)” Clara calls out as she remembers something.

“Hmm?”

Clara leans over and whispers something in your ear. You feel your face heat up and you start to shake with anger.

“OH, SO THAT'S WHAT ‘BDE’ MEANS. SARA GET YOUR BUTT BACK OUT HERE!”

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It was peaceful in Shalnark’s room, the only noise being the clicking noise of the keys on his laptop as he was coding something. Though that is soon disturbed as a sudden knock comes at his door.

“Come in.” Shalnark calls, not even bothering to look up to see who is coming in. The door opens with a soft whoosh and Shalnark suddenly surrounded by the aroma of warm cooked food. His stomach growls as a reaction and he hadn’t even realized that he was practically starving up until now. How long had he been messing around with his computer? 2 hours? No that wasn’t right.

Checking the clock in the corner of his computer screen he realizes it’s been more than 9 hours since he’s started.

Hearing the clicking noise of the door shut up, which snaps him out of his thinking, he looks up to see you are there. Though, he can’t clearly see you as you are faced away from him as you closed the door shut.

“Why hello there Doctor~. What do—“ His singsong tone is stopped as you finally turn around; giving him a good look at you. “oh wow (y/n) what happened to you?”

“O-oh it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Huh? But it looks like you got in a fight somehow.” Shalnark muses, his bright green eyes observing you closer as you make your way to his bedside. It seemed pretty obvious to him you had gotten into some sort of complication, especially with your unusually wrinkled clothes, a light sweat glistening your skin and the messy state of your hair.

“Oh no, not at all. It’s just been a busy day that’s all. So I haven’t had the chance to constantly keep myself neat.” You lie as you sit in the chair next to the bedside, not wanting to exactly explain to Shalnark why you had to chase Sara around the canteen with a rolling pin in hand. As you place the tray of warm food on Shalnark’s lap, you feel a ghost-like touch on the skin of your face.

You flinch away at the strange feeling, but a sturdy hand grabs the back of your neck that stops you from moving any further.

“Sit still (y/n).” Shalnark says. You look towards his face as he flashes you a wide smile and reaches with his other hand to your hair. You normally would stop Shalnark from touching you like this unless absolutely needed but decided it wouldn’t hurt to allow him this time.

Honestly, for a man that was considered by so many as a demon or the devil himself, he looked like a true saint in this moment while he was concentrating on fixing your hair. From his sunny hair shining like pure gold strands to his delicate soft pale skin looking like sculpted marble, He truly looked like something not of this world. It also didn’t help that the sunlight from the afternoon sun bounced off his features giving him an ethereal glow. “There you go. Oh wait...”

Your snap out of your daze as you feel shalnark put something in your hair. Suddenly, the ever so soft scent of a sweet, possibly vanilla or candy-like, scent fills your senses. Shakily, and almost hesitantly, you reach up a hand to feel what was put in your hair.

“Ah ah ahh. You’ll knock it out of place if you do that.” Shalnark teases as his hand stops yours from touching the item. He gives you an extra cheeky smile as he cheekily interlocks his fingers with yours.

“O-oh sorry.” You mumble shyly out. Crap, you feel your face begin to burn up. In a quick decision to try and save yourself, you turn your head away from him to act as if you are grabbing some medicine to add to his food. Thankfully, you soon feel your blush dial down quickly and you grab the right pill bottle to pop the right dosage into his food.

Turning around and mixing the medication in, you finally turn your attention back to Shalnark. You confusingly blink a couple of times at him. What in the world?

“Shal…. Are you catching flies with your mouth or something?” You say as you continue to look at Shalnark. You were extremely confused at why his mouth was slightly opened.

Shalnark raises an eyebrow at your comment but his happy mood doesn’t seem to be faltered in any way. “How rude (y/n)! I’m your patient shouldn't you be helping me eat?”

“Exactly what are you trying to get at?”

“I thought you were smarter than this (y/n).” Shal says in pout, “I’m telling you to feed me.”

“Not happening.” You deadpanned causing the blonde man to pout even more in front of you.

“Awww but why not?!”

“You have two perfectly good arms, Shalnark. I…” You trail off at the end as you lock eyes with Shalnark. You recognize that glint in his eyes. Oh great you had made the mistake of letting your guard down, exactly why did you compare him to a saint before?

“Huh? Doctor that isn’t very nice of you. I struggle even writing my name but you think I’m ready to try something as tough and painful as attempting to hold a weighted spoon. I find that cruel and it would be such a shame if—“

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. ‘It would be such a shame if unfair treatment and unkindly behavior gets reported to management.’” You recite the rest of his words. Afterall, this isn’t the first time Shalnark has attempted to be manipulative in getting special rights from you or other staff. You especially wanted to strangle him the time he went too far. Also known as the time he really dug into a poor nurse in training when she wouldn’t give him rights to his electronics. The poor girl ended up running out of the hospital bawling and never showing up again.

“Soooo….. you’ll help me?” Shalnark says in a sickly sweet tone, as if he didn’t just threaten you.

“Yes, yes. I’ll feed you, you Manipulative asshole” You answered, monotoned, all the while grabbing the tray from off his lap and getting a spoonful of the lunch food.

“Oh? Are we using big girl words now, Doctor?” Shalnark teases. You aren’t looking at his face but you bet you could practically hear his smile growing by the second.

“Yes I am.” You take the filled spoon and put it to his lips, “Open up.”

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You feel your hand begin to shake. Not from holding it up but from your increasing anger. Shalnark's smile had just grown more as he continued to keep his mouth shut and refuse to open it. You could even swear you could hear the petty asshole internally making fun of you.

“Say ah?”

Nope. That didn’t work as he continued to refuse to open up.

“P-P-Please open up?” You say out, trying your hardest to not lose your cool.

Jesus Christ. You were just about ready to chuck this lunch tray in Shalnark’s stupid handsome face. But you knew that would only mean Shalnark had won. Afterall, you too could play this game.

Even if it didn’t look like it, you could tell Shalnark got confused as you suddenly placed the tray down on the table next to you.

“Shal.” You say, catching his attention. The blonde hair man could feel himself suddenly struggle to breath as you softly place a hand on his shoulder and lightly lean your top half against his. With the close proximity of you two he could even smell the faint scent of what was believed to be the shampoo you use.

Shalnark let out a loud gulp as he attempted to calm down his racing heartbeat. He watches for what feel like hours as you bat your eyes at him and make eye contact. “Open up, pretty please.”

Finally, with mild hesitation, Shalnark opens his mouth, giving you the opportunity to feed him. Hahaha, suits him right. You win~

You give him a couple spoonfuls like that before what you are doing finally hits you. You desperately and quickly back away. You are supposed to be professional. He’s your patient. Not someone you can flirt with or your boyfriend. A patient.

Your actions today have crossed a line. You don’t even deserve to call yourself a Doctor if you act this way while on duty.

“I apologize. That was extremely unprofessional of me.” You say embarrassed; unable to meet his gaze.

Shalnark feels as if his heart is clogged up in his throat as he watches you. He’s never felt this feeling before. He’s actually never felt any of this domesticated stuff before. From the nice feeling of being safe and loved in your arms that sometimes makes him want to cry tears of joy to the bubbly feeling in his stomach when he hears your ever so pretty laugh fill up the room. This was all so strange to him. Yet he can’t stop himself from wanting more of it; more of you. He truly is a very greedy man.

Ever so carefully he reaches a hand out in an attempt to grab yours. His fingertips were just about to ghost your skin as he finally spoke.

“(Y/—“ The door suddenly bursts open, cutting off whatever shalnark was about to say and causes him to quickly retract his hand. “(Y/n)! There you are.”

Looking to the door you see Jeremiah standing there, somewhat leaning on the doorway. “Oh…, are you busy right now?”

“A-ah I’m just about finished up. I just needed to help give Mr. Ryuseih his food and meds.” You explain, giving Jeremiah a small smile. Thank goodness he hadn’t walked in any earlier.

“Oh really? You need help?” You watch as Jeremiah walks closer to you. He goes right next to you, practically almost touching you, and grabs the tray on the table. “Ah it’s already been partially eaten? Does this patient not want to eat?”

“No. I was just offering to help feeding him to help him sinc—”

“Well that’s not needed. Mr. Ryuseih has perfectly good capability over his hands and arms so he can feed himself.” Jeremiah explains. Placing the plate on Shalnark’s lap. “Plus it’s your lunch break right now and as a doctor of the intensive care unit it’s important you eat.”

“Yes but, it’s also my duty to help patients. Shalnark—”

“You mean Mr. Ryuseih.” Jeremiah says; cutting you off.

“Huh? What do—“

“(Y/n),... I’m going to tell you this because I care about you as a fellow doctor and a friend. There’s been some rumors popping up around the office about yours and Mr. Ryuseih’s.... relationship.” Jeremiah explains, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. You can practically hear your heart pounding out of your chest at this point. “Relationships between staff and patients don’t go against our contract and are allowed but…, as you know, they are regarded as highly inappropriate. So, if management does get a wind of these rumors it could have some consequences.”

“But-t it’s not like that. I’m just making sure that Shal—“ Jeremiah cuts you off as he places a hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/n), for both your sake and along with your patient,” Jeremiah gestures to Shalnark, who is unusually not smiling like usual. “I would suggest dialing down on the friendly… interactions. You know?”

“I-I—“ You feel dread and this pressure just all around as you struggle to form your thoughts into coherent sentences.

“It’s for the best, (y—“ “I would suggest that you quit cutting her off.”

Both of you are surprised as Shalnark suddenly speaks. You are extra stunned as you have never heard Shalnark speak in such a serious tone before.

“Pardon?”

“I said ‘quit cutting her off.’”

There’s a long pause before Jeremiah lets out a sigh. “You are right. I apologize for being so rude (y/n), I only meant to help you. Not to make you feel bad.”

Jeremiah gives you a pat on the back and a small smile. “I’ll be taking my leave. I hope this doesn’t deteriorate our friendship in any way.”

You do want to forgive Jeremiah since it seems like his intentions were to be helpful. But, from stress and shock at everything being told, you can’t speak. It is even starting to feel hard to breath in here. What’s going on?

“Calm down.”

Suddenly, a soothing voice enters your ringing ears and you are being pulled down into a safe embrace. Originally it felt nice but now you slowly begin to realize who it is holding you.

“S-s-shal-l-l. N...o…” You struggle to even get out the simplest of words, not even considering the struggle it is to even attempt to move.

“(Y/n) he’s gone. No one is here but you and I. Don’t worry about that. You need to calm down.”

As Shalnark says that, you realize the cotton shirt beneath your face is damp. You were crying. Maybe even full on bawling and you hadn’t even realized it. Were you going through some sort of panic attack? Or possibly a state of shock? You didn’t even know.

Suddenly, the sweet sound of whistling fills the room. You feel yourself unintentionally focusing on the soft tune. Then, ever so slowly, after a little bit of time you can feel yourself relaxing and slowly coming back to the world around you.

Shalnark ever so softly puts one of his hands on your back. Running his fingers in careful, almost methodically, circles and shapes. He really wanted to strangle that guy. No, he wanted that asshole to feel the pain of hell and back. But, what was with that feeling?

Something was off about the room when the guy entered. Yet, Shalnark just couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was.  

That’s what was pissing him off the most.

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“Mr. Ryuseih.” A nurse calls but Shalnark can’t hear her. He’s too far into his own thoughts, trying to figure out what in the world was that strange feeling yesterday afternoon.

Was it just the mood of the room? No, it affected (y/n) and I too much to be just the ‘mood of the room’.

“Mr. Ryuseih.”

Was it just tense aura?... No, that isn’t it either. I would be able to tell right away. Along with that, when he was left alone with me later to help with my crutches I didn’t feel that feeling again… It has to be something to do with (y/n). But, what exactly?

“Mr. Ryuseih!”

“Huh?” Shalnark snaps out of his thoughts as he realizes a nurse is on the side of his bed holding a pair of crutches.

“It’s time for morning PT and I’m here to make sure you whippersnapper make your way there safely. We better get going unless you want to be late, mister.” The nurse scolds, shaking her finger.

“Oh. Apologies.” Shalnark says, grabbing the crutches from her. “Let’s get going.”

Now… where was I. So I had just figured out it had a connection with (y/n). But what? Revenge? No, (y/n) hasn’t let a patient die under her care yet and all major surgeries are mostly by high class surgeons so she wouldn’t be involved if someone did end up dying without her knowledge.

Could it be me? Something to do with me? No, he had plenty of opportunities to end me especially with the weak state I am in now. Espec—

A scream rings down the hallway causing everyone to look over. Everyone was curious about what had caused the scream but no one was as curious as Shalnark. Especially when he felt that all too familiar feeling. What had Jeremiah done?

Wait a minute…

Shalnark eyes widen as he finally is able to see the scene. A nurse was huddled on the ground while a man stood in the doorway. It wasn’t Jeremiah causing that feeling. It was someone else. But how and why?

“Viv! What happened?” A doctor shouts, coming to the nurse’s aid.

“H-h-h-he” The nurse stutters out, struggling to make a coherent sentence. The next words made Shalnark’s stomach drop. “He molested me. He put his hand up my-y…”

A gasp resounds around the hallway and the bodyguard swoop in to grab the man for questioning.

“How awful… Hey! Mr. Ryuseih where are you going?!” The elderly nurse shouts, now realizing shalnark was making his way as fast he can, with crutches, down the opposite way of the hallway. The way that was in the direction of the Intensive Care Unit.

All the while Shalnark was cursing himself out. How could he be so stupid and have forgotten? It was the Nen basics. Bloodlust is based on someone’s intentions to harm another person. That strange feeling all along was Jeremiah’s bloodlust. Jeremiah’s intention to assault (y/n). Intentions which changed the usual feeling of harmful aura.

Shalnark finally makes his way to the front desk and slams his hand down, startling Mal who was cleaning her glasses.

“Where’s doctor (l/n)? I need her immediately!”

Putting on her glasses, she looks up at Shalnark. “D-Doctor (l/n) had to leave early today.”

“Huh!? How come?”

“She wasn’t feeling well. It seemed like she had drank some bad milk in her coffee.”

“Bad milk?—“ “Hey blondie! What’s up with ya’?” A loud voice cuts Shalnark off.

Shalnark angrily turned around to see…. a leprechaun like women?

“My good friend (Y/n) will be back tomorrow. No need to cause a ruckus. Ya’ can tell her whatever you want tomorrow~~” She says, placing a hand on his shoulder. Shalnark cringes. He could tell she must be an enhancer with such a strong grip. Wait, a moment…did she just call (y/n) a friend?

A lightbulb goes off in Shalnark’s head.

“You don’t understand. I can’t wait for tomorrow!”

“Hmm? How come?”

Shalnark leans over and whispers in the lady’s ear.

“Oh hell nAH! Mal!” The lady screeches, startling the poor women again, “Where’s that Donkey Ass Doctor?!”

“D-D-Donkey Ass Doctor…?” Mal recites, confused.

“She means Jeremiah.” A monotone voice calls from behind Shalnark. Swiveling his head around he sees a blank face woman. She bows at Shalnark, “I apologize for Lara. I’m Clara, her Co-worker.”

“Clara you don’t understand! (Y/n) is in danger! She’s—” Lara shouts.

“Calm down and explain, Lara. You babbling isn’t getting us anywhere.” Clara coldly says causing Lara to freeze. Carefully, due to her being careful not to piss Clara off, Lara softly whispers what’s going on in Clara’s ear. Suddenly, Clara turns her ice cold gaze to Mal, “Where. Is. Jeremiah?”

Poor Mal. She’s already having to start off the day with a bad morning.

“J-J-Jeremiah is helping (y/n) going home.” Everyone's heart dropped.

“What?!” Lara barked out.

“I-I-It’s because H-he felt bad because he’s technically the one that made her coffee-e which got her sick. T-they just left a couple of minutes ago-o, they should be making their way to the parking garage.

The puzzle piece finally clicked in Shalnark’s head. This was likely not Jeremiah’s first time doing this. So probably the reason he transferred here was to get away from suspicion from a previous assault case. When he got here he decided to have (y/n) as his next victim and was trying to get close with her. But, he couldn’t do that with me. (Y/n) spent her breakfast, lunch, and dinner breaks with me and, based on what’s going on, he was unable to use his usual method of drugging his victims’ food or drink.

But, because of what happened yesterday, she decided to spend breakfast away from me. Giving him his opportunity.

“Mal, call security! (Y/n) is in danger. Let’s go blondie!!”

“O-okay!” Mal says, quickly pumping in security’s number into the telephone.

Shalnark snaps out his thoughts as Lara pushes him into a wheelchair.

“Hold on tight!!” She shouts, grabbing the handles and pushing Shalnark through the exit doors of the intensive care unit.

Lara with Clara in tow rush down as fast as they can down the hallway. Shalnark held tightly onto the arm rests of the wheelchair, afraid for his life, as Lara was barking for people to get out the way.

“Crap,” Lara suddenly mutters. Stopping dead in her tracks as they reach the humongous parking garage, “Hey Clara! How are we going to find them in the parking garage?!”

“Use En idiot. We can split up to make it faster so you go to the right side of the parking lot while I go to the left side. Just try to find (y/n)’s or Jeremiah’s aura.” Clara says, quickly running off to the left entrance.

“O~ K~”

Shalnark can’t help but bite his lip in frustration. He felt totally useless in this situation. Sure, he could use En to help find (y/n) but he still hasn’t gotten his special ability back and was also physically weak. He was practically utterly dead weight if Jeremiah put up a fight.

“Ughhh nothing on the first floor!” Lara groans in frustration.

2nd floor…

3rd….

4th….

Come on (y/n) where are you?

The last and 5th floor…. nothing… They were too late. Shalnark looks to the ground in defeat and anger.

“Lara!!” Shalnark looks up at the sudden loud call.

Looking off in the distance from where he heard the call, he sees that Clara had found Jeremiah and was struggling to keep him pinned to the ground. Lara quickly runs over to aid Clara, leaving Shalnark alone.

Slightly struggling, Shalnark is able to slowly wheel himself over to Jeremiah and the black car he’s being pinned outside of. Deciding to look through the windows, his eyes scan the inside of the car and he holds his breath as he is finally able to see you. Only to release it when he realizes you are, thankfully, perfectly fine and just asleep. It looked like they had just gotten there in the nick of time.

Thank goodness...

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“Why the hell are ya’ here?” Lara shouts, catching the attention of people in the hallway as she begins to shake you around.

“L-l-Lara calm dowwwn” You say between breaths, you feel as if your breath has been knocked out of you. Literally. It also didn’t help that the hallway around you was getting more and more hard to make out as you get more and more dizzy.

“Lara.”

Lara pauses as she hears Clara's cold tone. Quickly she pulls her hands off of you and scurries backwards. “And you.”

You freeze as Clara turns her ice piercing gaze to you. Oh, crap crap crap.

“You should be at home resting. You literally were so close to getting assaulted yesterday. You shouldn’t be working after a day like that. You need time off.”

“Well actually Management ordered me to take two to three weeks off with pay. So I’m not here to work.” You explain, rubbing the back of your neck due to the pressure of Clara’s gaze.

“I don’t buy that. You—“ “Wait, hold up Clara. She might actually be telling us the truth.” Lara says, cutting off Clara and also pointing at your clothes. You blush lightly as they examine your outfit.

“You dressed pretty nicely today, (y/n). How come?”

“Y-yeah. Well I wanted to give this to you two in appreciation of my gratitude.” You mumble, slightly embarrassed. Opening up your big hobo bag, you hand an item to each of them.

“Strawberry ShortCake!” “CCCCAAAAROOT CAKE!” Lara and Clara shout together in excitement. Practically drooling as they examine their gifts. You swear your friends followed their stomachs more than their brains sometimes, though, at the same time, it makes sense since they work in the canteen.

Clara gives you a little bow. “Thank you (y/n). But you didn’t really have to get us anything.”

“Yeah (y/n)!! I mean you are such a sweetheart to give us gifts! But ya’ didn’t have to, we were just doing what friends do.” Lara bawls, giving you a bone breaking hug.

“Careful Lara, you’ll break the other cake she has.”

“Other cake?”

Lara sneakily looks into your bag to see that there was indeed another cake in the bag. The cheeky leprechaun girl looks up and gives you a smirk. “Oh ho ho~ looks like (y/n) is also going to say thanks to Mr. Prince Charming.”

“Shut up Lara.” You groan, pulling your bag away from her clutches. You turn away from the two and begin to walk down the hallway to Shalnark’s room. “I-I have to go. Enjoy your cake you two.”

Your face turns a bright red as you feel a hard slap to your behind. “And I’m sure Shalnark will enjoy your cake as well~~”

“LARA FROST!”