#and it must bring something to the table like White didn't think about it twice

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ still working on it. smut (non-con, mnster fucking, long tongue, bg dck! jimin, somnophilia, forced voyeurism?) scary (?) confusing, angst.

If there is a God, he must be a cynical, cruel, tentative being.

Jimin squeezed his chin hard, his skull throbbing, eyes fixed on your wool coat-clad back. He was beginning to hate that olive green macrame that contorted in your tense muscles that you hadn't let him see for a couple of weeks.

Jimin thought that maybe it was your period the reason you didn't want him to touch you, that the headaches at night were from the stress of being so far from society. 

He always tried to be a good husband: making you tea, murmuring sweet nothings to you before going to sleep, giving you your space while he took Pepper for a walk to the lake. But winter has gotten crueler, the naked trees are like veins in the eyes of the white sky, pulsant and hideous, and your wall has grown in size. 

The nights have become silent. You only know how to do one activity besides sleeping: cooking. Mainly meats: grilled, baked, stewed and steamed. With spices, drunk in wine, boiled with basil, cut into pieces, and shredded by hand. Jimin started to hate the pungent smell of dead cows. 

Every night, you ate quietly at the table, and for Jimin to get the words out of you, it felt like he had to put his hand down your throat and spread them on the table. Barely audible, barely sentences.

It was a late winter afternoon, Jimin had tried to be flirty for the first time in a while since there was little time before he had to work again, and he wouldn't see you again for months.

It was a simple kiss on your neck that made your skin crawl, and you almost cut yourself with the knife in fear.

He was now sitting at the island, the kitchen illuminated by the grayish sun of cold afternoons. You were cutting the fat from a calf with the precision of a butcher. Jimin had both hands covering his mouth, thoughtful.

"Mom asked about you. I told her you were at the lake." He murmured to cut the tension of that odd rejection.

"I was sleeping." You put the knife aside, looking for another piece of meat in the refrigerator. Almost four pounds on the table, but Jimin didn't want to engage in your weird fucking activities.

"I've already told her like twice that you've been sleeping, she'll think you're sick or something."

You did not answer.

"I'm fine, it's just the nightmares. I don't sleep at night."

"I know, I know." Jimin sighed. 

He felt sorry about every time he found you curled up on the living room furniture, sweaty and breathing fast; you were sleeping but seemed forced. 

"When we go to Joon's house in the summer, we'll look for a doctor."

Your head tensed, tilting. Then you denied it.

"Don't you want to see a doctor?"

"I'm not going to Namjoon's house this year." You huffed like it was obvious.

Jimin frowned, both hands falling to the cold marble in surprise.

"But this year I'm bringing my parents to meet you, Namjoon is getting married in July, I don't-" he snapped, but you shook your head again while still doing your mechanical cut and throw movement.

Jimin cleared his throat, and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

"What?" You responded innocently.

"You really don't want to see my mom?"

"Jimin, I'm getting tired of this."

"What are you going to do, take another nap?"

The blood from the meat on your hands began to drip down to your wrists, the metallic smell causing you a voracious appetite.

"You want wine with the grill?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

You sighed, counting to ten. Just a few more hours.

"You can invite her to the cabin, if that's what you want. God knows how much we need someone else in this place."

"I already told you we'll go in a week."

"Without consulting me."

"What should we talk about? We've been planning this for a year."

"I don't feel like going anymore."

"These days you don't feel like doing shit."

You chopped the carrots on the bloody board, the chopping making noises in the immense silence between the two of you.

"It's like you want me to leave." He spoke.

You stood up when you pressed the knife on the cutting board; the tip stuck into the wood. 

That violence, pure and irrational force.

You looked at him with erratic eyes, Jimin didn't know if you were offended or not. Your hands clenched the counter, and your lips trembled trying to say something.

When you lowered your gaze, Jimin knew that your shoulders had not collapsed because of his tone, but because what he said was true.

"Oh my God, I'm right." A pained laugh. His body leaned back on the island that separated you two. "Is there anyone else?"

Silence.

Jimin's skin chilled when before turning to the meat again, barely visible, he saw a tiny smile lining your lips. Self-conscious and cruel.

Before he could think, the sweet husband's façade had broken and with long steps, he approached until he turned you over with his fists in that damn coat. You looked at him with wide eyes, and you wiped your mouth as if the fact that Jimin was going to kiss you disgusted you. The blood of the calf covers your lips.

You were cruel, and he wanted so much to love you, to hug you and hit that distant look on your features. To squeeze your cheeks and spit in your face so you get off that fucking cloud. That you wouldn't look at him with so much hate, with that thousand-yard stare. Take that fucking knife and put it near your beautiful neck and scream 'LOVE ME AGAIN, I FUCKING DESERVE IT'.

"You think this is a fucking game? I've been wanting things to go back to normal since October, but you," His nose wrinkled. "You have become nothing, you are just another object in this useless old cabin."

Your eyes seemed to get closer and closer to Jimin's, your pupils dilating.

"And even as an object I can't fuck you, you're useless." He let go of your coat and walked away, each word dying in his throat. He couldn't believe that he could talk to his wife like that, what kind of man was he?

Then, a single person came to his head.

"Are you seeing Ryan?"

Ryan was the one who sold the land to Jimin, every now and then he would pass by the road and stop to drink coffee and fish in the lake with Jimin. It's not that Ryan is an attractive man, nor a man who knew how to talk to women because he was a first-class hermit. He was not a man you would cause your marriage to fail with...

...Right?

"That's it. I'm going to sell the house."

"No." You were quick, your shoulders rose as if a puppeteer had lifted your strings, and you trembled again, denying.

"No, please."

"So it is because of Ryan?'

You inhaled all the air in the room, your eyes a predator. 

"Ryan is a parasite in front of him, filth, a mere fly on the wall." You barked causing echoes to reverberate off the walls of your boyfriend's chest. Your trembling fingers covered your mouth instantly.

The knife in your hand, the fingers bloody from the fresh meat, that green coat that you didn't take off, the tangled hair. Jimin didn't recognize you, your sweetness had turned bitter; like a viscous liquid made from plants. Raw and strange.

"You're a fucking whore." His voice trembled, the sting of tears wanting to flow like shooting water.

He took his coat, with a whistle he called Pepper and they both went with a roar through the wide, dense forest.

The afternoon became denser in the forest, the leaves did not move and Pepper spent the entire way sniffing the trees, howling at the birds that passed by without squawking. Jimin put a hand in his coat, the other looking for some signal to call Hoseok, his mother, the damn police. Whoever.

He found his headphones in his jacket and placed them on top of his head, connecting them to his cell phone. He turned on the Bluetooth.

Connected.

"Come on, fuck." He mumbled until Hoseok's number started ringing in his ears. It rang once, twice, five times before he could hear anything.

"Seok, couldn't you last longer to answer the damn call?" The lake did not move, his boots made the wood of the dock squeak as he walked from one side to the other. 

"No, I just need you to help me with something, I don't want Joon or my mom to worry, but I need you to find a doctor and come here...p-preferably someone with knowledge of mental problems."

Disconnected.

"Hello? Hoseok, hello." He repeated, turning on the Bluetooth again. 

"No, it's just a little seasonal depression, but I don't want it to escalate into something worse."

Disconnected.

"Shit, fucking headphones." On impulse, he grabbed the device with the cell phone and threw it as hard as possible into the gray water.

And with the cell phone falling, he glimpsed the pale skin of a being on the other side of the lake, it didn't look like a bear or a deer. Pepper started barking, loud and fast.

"Quiet." Jimin tried not to alarm the creature emanating from the foliage, his dark eyes approaching the evening light.

Jimin stayed still until he saw how the creature's feet approached the tip of the other dock, his eyes narrowed to see his own reflection, blonde hair, and the same features. A being as tall and wide as a log, he was wearing a coat that Jimin had given up for lost months ago, but it was dirty and torn due to the size of the beast.

He was seeing a Behemoth in his own skin. A dim Jimin, a monster, an abomination of himself.

His feet began to move as the animal threw itself toward the water in his direction. Pepper stayed behind him, but he couldn't think of saving her. He was going to die.

He prayed it was a hallucination of his tired brain, a joke of his own mind. But he could hear the earth tremble with each approaching footstep.

Every tree looked the same, the path home had vanished and all he could do was scream for his mother, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Mom, please, help. Help." He screamed as his feet were grabbed, the wet earth choking on his whimpers.

"Help!" The creature screamed even louder, in the same voice but drowned.

Crawling wasn't worth it, the creature had grabbed him by his hair and flipped him over. Seeing his face, rough and full of scratches, caused an abominable pain in Jimin's chest; he wanted to vomit out his organs and die before continuing with this terrifying reality.

The last thing he remembers is his head crashing into a log, the guttural roar of his mammoth twin, and the green inferno engulfing his body as he falls to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, Jimin was in his room, his body tied to a couch in the corner. His mouth was muffled with a kitchen rag: the disgusting, metallic taste of the beef made him nauseous.

His eyes were guided to where your body was lying, you had the Prince t-shirt that Jimin had given you on. Your wet hair, the smell of coconut shampoo, the shower running in the other room, Pepper's howling in the distance. This was the first time you looked so angelic in a long time, so peaceful in your own dreams.

He couldn't move, his body felt heavy and slow. His fingers moved, his eyes too but it was as if it was a ghost of his body.

You sighed suddenly. With his hair standing on end, Jimin tried to call you but his voice didn't come out of his lips, a mere hoarse. Word dust.

Your body stood up unsteadily. You rolled your head to the entrance and smiled: there it was, on all fours, his mouth dirty with blood from the meat you had saved for him, those cupped pupils that you missed.

His body crawled closer until it reached your knees where he pressed his huge hand on one of your thighs, the wine bottle running down your body with each touch.

"Love," he roared until he climbed and transformed into a tower above you, nearly seven feet of pure dedication. You fed him daily with everything you had in the house. "My love."

That's what he called you. Jimin shook his head in the corner, his eyes threatening to close, his neck stretched out trying to reach you uselessly.

"Ah," his pale black tongue unrolled to reveal discolored pills at the tip.

You stuck out your tongue and let the creature's hands squeeze your neck so you would open wide, open better so his tongue would enter directly into your throat. The tickling in your esophagus from the movement of the wet muscle had your core tight.

When you stuck your tongue out, saliva connected both of your mouths, your eyes tilted; drunk and in love.

"More," he claimed, taking your small body in his hands until he had you anchored to his waist, both legs dangling. His fingers tore away what was covering your pussy, and Jimin could see the marks on your body, some yellowish about to fade, others a vivid red.

You lowered his sweat with the balls of your feet, his thick red cock throbbing at your entrance. Your body began to feel the effect of the sleeping pills, turning you into a nebula hanging from a warm mass.

When the tip entered you screamed into his chest, your nails scratching the flesh until it bled. The monster groaned in pain and knocked you to the ground causing the floor to shake with the weight of both of you.

You didn't have time to complain as his sharp teeth clamped down on your shoulder to keep you from moving as he took his cock all the way in, blood pouring from your shoulder.

The pain was such that you imagined how the inside of your organs was breaking, the bones creaking under his hands on your breasts, your voice becoming a thread until it was silent with each roar in your ear.

The watery, repetitive sound. The bulbous tip covered in juices went in and out so easily that the fabric covering your stomach seemed like it wanted to tear at any moment.

"Fuck, fuck, Minnie. Hurts good." It was like you were communicating with a caveman, but your brain didn't function properly when it came to him.

"Good, I like hurting you." Thick, dark blood ran down to his chin as his tongue smothered you again. Your eyes closing, your hands trapped in one of his. Your moans cover the dark heart of the beast with a soft layer until your limbs gave up, unconscious and so wet for them.

Little human trapped in his forest, an inferior being praising a God she does not understand out of pure lust. You were adorable, warm inside, you made him big and unstoppable and he thanked you by filling you with his cum every night after you fed him. That was your only request, every time.

Now he was named Minnie and you shouted his name every time he did something right. Learned words like more, hurt, inside, want, fuck.

And just because he molded himself into something you already had, you adored him.

His tongue came out to snake around one of your breasts, his wide, long thumb holding your mouth open. Your dead eyes casually open to see your tied husband, your head wobbling and arms hagging in the air with every pounding like a rag doll.

He couldn't bare it, you were being raped in front of his eyes, and he couldn't do anything else than stare at your unconscious body, like a fucking parasite, filth, a simple fly on the wall. 

With a few steps, the creature approached Jimin, leaving your warm body on his lap. Your eyelids throbbed softly regardless of how the demon destroyed your pussy with every crash of his hips. 

Your lips were wet with foreign blood, wet hair stuck to your temples, and open hands that fell to each side of the furniture.

You looked like the girl he had that morning when he showed you the cabin, like the one from the first night when you two made love on the living room rug, like the one that bathed naked in the lake even though someone could see her. 

A nymph, just a beautiful wildflower.

And Jimin knew at that moment why that beast had you in his claws, why he grabbed you by the neck and squeezed you to wake up from your sweet dream. 

When you looked up and saw your husband's face, Jimin knew that he had to give up, because that thousand-yard look was a path that was forbidden to him, that he did not know and could not learn.

You were no longer his but from the forest. A red and grotesque fairy, who moaned instead of singing and collected bones instead of flowers.

And yet you were more beautiful than ever.

You smiled at Jimin and your hands moved down his face to remove the dish towel and kiss him like you've never done before. The sulfuric smell of a dead animal on your soft lips was enchanting.

"Oh, God, yes." You whispered in your sleepy voice.

The Beast bruised your hips until pumping your pussy with cum, thick and gray.

You and Jimin looked at the growling monster, picking up pieces of the wooden floor with its long nails. They looked up, and exhaled deeply, snorting like an angry bull seeking respect.

Before you could say anything, he was gone. Leaving your bruised body between your tied husband's legs.

Your fingers brushed your face as you felt something damp: the tears in Jimin's eyes flowed like summer rain, thick and abundant.

"Tell your mom you'll find a better girl, okay?" Your lips trembled, trying to dry each drop from which another came out. Jimin nodded, bringing your forehead to his.

"Am I really not going to see you anymore?"

"Any time you want," you assured, your voice echoing a dozen times like whispers spreading across the room. A choir of hushed angels saying the same thing over and over again. 

"Every time it rains, leave the door open, and I'll know you need me."

Your naked body turned to place Jimin's head on your chest, he sobbed himself to sleep, and you counted his eyelashes until it was time to leave.

With a kiss on his forehead, you let him sleep, when he woke up you were no longer there, the green coat was hanging in the back yard and the smell of your hair filled every corner, a floral ghost.

[octuscle]

My latino boyfriend is always making fun of me about how uncultured I am and I'll admit, I come from a pretty basic white family. But while my boyfriend seems playful about it, I think his family judges me a lot for it. And from the little spanish I know, I could pick up that they don't really seem to like me too much. So I was pretty surprised when his mother invited me to their family gathering. But when I got there, my boyfriend wasn't there, but everyone has been treating me really nice- saying I'll fit right into the family. Seems odd to me though, maybe I misread them?

Even though everyone is very nice to you, you feel extremely uncomfortable. Yes, compared to your friend's family, pretty much everyone is uncultured. The townhouse looks like it was just photographed in Architectural Digest. Whereas your friend's Argentine mother would never allow such vulgarity. Incredibly, the family is only here a few weeks a year…. But such a luxury….

They all speak English as if they were born in Oxford. Okay, most of them studied there. But as soon as they want you to miss something, they immediately switch to French. That you understand and speak a little Spanish, they have already noticed. The risk that you could understand them when they speak Spanish is too great.

The mother asks you to take a seat at the coffee table. You sit down and take a cupcake. The butler asks you what he can bring you to drink. You actually want to say, "A tea, please". But without being able to control it, you reply, "A beer, mate." What the hell was that? You didn't say that. You look around in fear. But instead of looking reprimanded, everyone smiles at each other in satisfaction. Fuck, how are you sitting here at the table? You've slid down with your legs wide apart and are lying on the Louis Quinze sofa more than you're sitting. The butler brings a bottle of beer and a crystal glass. You take the bottle, drink a big gulp and burp. "Hehehe, that was a good one" you say laughing with your mouth full after eating half a cupcake in one sitting.

"Tell me Steven, are you a native of London?" asks your friend's brother. "You be' your ass, pal," comes out of your mouth. "Bawn an' raised in Tottenham. An' call me Steve, mate" Fuck, you're from a village in Sussex. Why would you say something like that? "Interesting. But tell me Steve, how do you know my son?" asks the father. You'd like to say that he should actually know that you two play soccer together. But instead you say that you take care of the lawn mowing and stuff like that on their son's soccer team. "How interesting, we are looking for a new gardener for our house in the country. Would you be interested?" "You bet I would, ma'am. Anything's better than this crappy job. I'm getting sick and tired of this damn town, too." The brother of the guy who plays in the soccer club pulls out a piece of paper. "Here's our proposal. Could you start tomorrow?". All you see is the salary. Fuck, that's a lot of fucking money for a little lawn mowing and weeding. You don't think twice and sign it with your scrawly handwriting.

Can you remember that yesterday you were 22 years old, a hard-working student and a promising soccer player? Now you're tending the vegetable garden in a run-down country house in the middle of nowhere. None of the staff has ever seen the gentry here. And somehow no one here can really remember what they did before they started working here as a game warden, mechanic or janitor. Fuck, never mind. All hot men here with an irrepressible urge for hard, good and honest sex. Whatever you were doing before you came here, it must have been worse by far.

[its-my-whump]

“You said I’d be safe here”

Ambushed | Paranoia | Being watched

TW: creepy whumper!, noncon touching (not sexual), lured into false security, religious fanaticism kind of

He had this unpleasant feeling of being watched. There was no real evidence, though. Not a constant face peaking up in a crowd of people. Not a specific car always around. Just this cool feeling in his gut and the prickling at the back of his neck. Now and then the hairs on his arms kept standing up out of nowhere. It was like his subconsciousness knew something, it wasn't willing to share.

Someday, he was suddenly and absolutly unforseeable cornered during a robbery of his local grocery store. He could see a guy holding a gun in the young cashiers face. A hand grabbed his arm from behind and signaled him to follow, to silently leave the hostile situation through the back door. "Come with me. I bring you to safety." It sounded kind of wrong, but the man had a distinct accent, he couldn't place or wanted to think about in this moment.

He felt like a coward and pretty selfish leaving that pour men behind the counter, but yet he was scared to his teeth to accidently get in front of a discharging gun. Probably this unchristian behavior of self-preservatiom was the reason for the following events, was a thought, that was occupying his mind to the end. And he didn't even know, that all of it was just a setup from the beginning, to lure him out.

The moment he stepped into fresh, safe air, hardly holding the possibility of flying bullets, the little prick of a needle in his neck took him by surprise.

...

He awoke slowly and with a hammering headache, strapped to a metal table. He felt like a drugged up hospital patient, that someone accidently mistook for a corps. It was cold, wherever he was. The dim light, cool air and especially the metal under his back made him resconsider the thought of accidently ending up in the morgue. But the ceiling was too high.

Ashamed he noticed, that he was stripped to his undies. Big leather straps were fixated over his chest and legs, pinning him down where he was. Arms and legs were bound down additionally. Panic took a hold of him, he couldn't waste another thought about his surroundings. The rising panic made it hard to breath and think. Tears summoned out of nowhere.

But one particular thing did reach his attention. The pretented white knight, that had led their way through the backdoor out of the grocery store, was standing above him. He only really realised after what felt like an eternity. The man was wearing gloves and a surgical mask.

The tied down man had to look twice, still not believing his mind not playing tricks on him. That guy was also wearing a robe and a clerical collar, for godsake.

"You'd said I'd be safe...?" His head turned away of a moment, letting it all sink in. They were in some kind of a chapel. He couldn't believe, what was happening here. This must be a joke.

"But you are safe, my disciple. I'll safe you from the misery of this world. I'll free your soul. So you'll be able to decent into the light."

The freak dressed like a priest or maybe he actually was a deranged priest of some kind? was arranging some equipment on a little table nearby, as far as his captive could hear and see around the big man's back.

After some time, the supposed cleric moved and gave way for his eyes to see, what he was doing exactly. At least 6 knifes, big and small, some other really sharp looking stabbing devices and whatnot were lined up neatly.

The air kept stuck in the young man's throat. He was frantically starting to shake his head in mental and physical defence about what was probably going to happen.

A big hand found a place on the naked skin of thrembing shoulders. "Don't be afraid. I will free your soul, my little lamb."

My whumptember2023 masterlist

[leconcombrerit]

THIS ^^

And I feel they definitely led the viewers on. White making an assumption is fine, but what exactly does it bring to the story or characters (except that comment from Todd in the hospital that fills my heart with joy but that's beside the point) ? The scene with Yok was also supposed to make us think he liked Black ("you're always with Black" I mean come on). How clingy and protective he was until EP 5 or something ? Knowing they were a thing in the novel ? Yeah. No one will ever convince me it wasn't done on purpose as a "twist".

And it didn't even help shape Gram's character, he never had any discussion with anyone about Eugene, let alone Black, it was so disconnected it hurt. Maybe I'm missing something but it felt like it didn't serve any purpose. Danyok was different. Seanwhite was different. SeanNamo was different. BlackEugene was different.

And Eugene looked so interesting too ! And when thinking of how Black hurt her she mostly thought of White, so how does it make sense ? Is it supposed to highlight how lonely Black is ? WHY ? Why does she have to be a tool for other characters' storyline instead of having any agency. I'm still mad about it. They did her dirty. And looking at how they didn't treat Namo the same way, I really wonder why.

Haha I remember posting "watch Gram fall for Black" we were played. Robbed. I'm kinda sad like there's nothing wrong with a het couple and nothing wrong with white making a wrong assumption. But that was kinda queer-baiting and kinda made gram an inconsistent character. Plus Eugene is her own person and kinda lost a lot of depth by only being seen as blacks ex and grams crush.

[willowser]

i am thinking about ex boyfriend touya who is the father of your little girl 🥺 and he works in a tattoo shop and lets her come inside and chill with toga, who runs the front desk, and she always leaves with those little stick on tattoos on her cheeks 🥺 on her face like her dad 🥺

and whenever toga sees you come in, she gets her little coy smile and calls "daaabiiiii~" all sweet and innocent, like she's not going to sit there and reveal how much he still talks about you—even if he is dating someone else now. like she's not going to pick and pry about if you're seeing anyone these days, if you ever think about maybe rekindling the flames.

you think it's fine that he's seeing someone; you've met her twice, a beautiful dark-haired girl that's almost as tall as he is, that nearly matches all the tattoos he has, the piercings. they look like they go together, and you think that's what he likes. she's never been anything but nice, albeit shy, but you suppose you would be too in her position.

touya doesn't look up from his handiwork, when you stand in the doorway of his room. it's all covered, top to bottom, in his own artwork—handrawn and tattooed—or prints from artists he admires. pictures of he and your daughter, her school pictures, and even one of your maternity photos; your growing belly under his pale, decorated hand, the contrast stark and beautiful in plain black and white.

"hey," he says, and then he glances to the face of the man lying on his table. "you don't mind if my kid's mom comes in, do you?" when he's met with a wordless no, then he looks at you. bright, happy. "you look nice."

you're not wearing anything special, shorts and a strappy tank top—your half-hearted effort to beat the summer heat—but you smile anyway, sending him a quizzical look that he shrugs at. "thanks, i feel like i'm going to sweat to death."

touya returns to his piece, but grins. "super hot, like always."

"shut up," but you feel the warmth spread to your cheeks, even as you shake your head. he glances at you and you find reason to look elsewhere, away from that pointed aqua gaze of his. he must have just re-dyed his hair; it makes his eyes look that much more vibrant. "hey, i wanted to tell you about her little school festival next month, if you want to come."

"oh, okay, uh," touya sits up, rolling his chair across the room to the calendar hanging on the wall. "what day?" when you tell him, he pulls off one glove and fishes a sharpie out of his drawer, marking a big X on the date, blocking it out for anything else. "sick, thanks for tellin' me."

"yeah, of course," you murmur, looking down at your feet as you kick them mindlessly, ignoring the stare he gives you. "thanks for—" you wave a hand vaguely at the wall, what he'd done, and he smiles at you again. softer, this time, more genuine.

touya had a hard time, in the beginning. it's what separated you in the first place, having to accept your pregnancy, choosing to step up to be a father and leaving his partying days behind. there was a lot of fear—that you thought was justified, but painful to you nonetheless—and he didn't start working through that, didn't meet her, until she was almost two.

it's something that haunts him even now, even though she doesn't remember a day without him. on the few occasions that he brings her all the way to your apartment to drop her off, he's admitted as much in the quiet of your kitchen. sitting at the table, sharing a beer and speaking too-friendly, in ways you shouldn't anymore. he still looks at you like that, the same way he does when he bears his heart to you in the dark.

i can be better now, y'know? i'd kill myself before leaving again, baby, please.

you hear the little patter of her feet as your daughter turns down the hallway and then she's sprinting for you, jumping just as you turn to catch her.

"mommy!" she squeals, and you hug her tight and you squeal, too, even if it's only been two weeks. her hair screams touya, in both color and style: bleach white and pulled back in a messy french-braid; he's always been better than average with her hair, had plenty of practice on his sister.

you swing her around a little as she tightens her legs around your hips, and from the corner of your eye, you can feel him watching you, unmoving. you don't want to see the look on his face. you don't want to see it because it's changed and you know it; it's morphed into something dark, the same melancholic look he always gives you, when it's time to go.

from the front, toga calls, "dabi, your girlfriend is here!" and touya turns, clearing his throat as he starts back on his piece.

"'m almost done, gimme like thirty minutes!" he shouts, but he looks up at you again, as if to check for something, anything. if there's been any change.

there hasn't, and you can't stomach the look on his face when he realizes that, either.

[ikaroux]

Xiao: Always (part 2) (EN)

f!reader

The Japanese dubbing of Kirito (Sword art online), helped me a lot to imagine how Xiao's emotions would be expressed.

The ost that inspired me a lot for most of the scenes:

Ori and the will of the wisps: Fading of the Light and The story of Niwen (The ost in general fits Xiao perfectly <3)

Masterlist

Part 1

You had been in Liyue for several months now for your research. You had met several people there, some of whom had turned into real friendships. Hu Tao, Ganyu and the lovely Qiqi were the only girls with whom you had formed a real friendship and then there was Mr. Zhongli with whom you liked to talk a lot.

But above all you met Xiao, a taciturn young man with a cold look in his eyes. After some research, you learned who he really was, a follower protecting Liyue at the risk of his life. He was also known as the last surviving Yaksha, fighting day and night against the emanations of the ancient evil gods killed by the Geo Archon.

Zhongli, who had revealed to you who he really was, often spoke to you about Xiao. Sometimes he would ask you to bring him some medicine specially designed for him to relieve the pain that was eating him up inside.

This was not a big problem for you, as you were staying at the Wangshu Inn. It was perfectly located in the centre of Liyue, making it easier for you to get to different research sites. Zhongli had explained to you that this inn was a front, built mainly to relieve Xiao a little from his eternal burden.

Since your meeting with the adept, you had never dared to call him, for fear of disturbing him. You simply left Zhongli's small gifts in his flats, placed prominently on the table in the centre of the room.

A gift... you had wanted to give him one for some time, but not knowing his tastes, it was difficult to decide. What if he doesn't like it? What if he got mad at you? What if... You then thought of the innkeeper in Wangshu who had known Xiao for a while, she must have known a thing or two about the follower's tastes!

After consulting Verr Goldet on what Xiao liked, she taught you how to prepare the young man's favourite dish. So you prepared tofu with almonds once or twice a week as a gift to him. But even so, he never deigned to show himself to you again.

Yet Xiao was never far from you, always hidden in the shadows watching you, protecting you from the dangers that lurked.

The bond he felt between you and him had never disappeared. Near you, all the pain, all the suffering he felt disappeared. He knew that you were human, so fragile, so fleeting compared to him who had lived for millennia, yet in his eyes you were a true goddess. The night he saw you surrounded by this halo of light, his world was turned upside down. Of course he had discussed this with his master, Morax, or rather Zhongli as he liked to be called from now on.

Xiao asked him during one of their conversations:

"I don't understand, I can never take my eyes off her and my heart - he placed his hand on his chest, clutching the white tunic he was wearing - hurts when I lose sight of her for even a few seconds. I don't understand... Sir Zhongli, I don't understand..."

His voice often broke at such moments. Zhongli then placed his hand on the follower's shoulder, a gentle smile on his face.

"Talk to him and you will finally understand. "he would say to her each time.

"I can't... If I stay around her too long... the darkness around me will eventually engulf her too. "

The sadness in Zhongli's eyes matched the sadness in Xiao's. The adept would often leave without the answer he so eagerly awaited, going to the balcony of the inn to sit on the railing and gaze at the stars. When his gaze turned to his room, more precisely to the small round wooden table in the centre, he was looking for proof of your presence. Almost every day you would leave him an offering, medicine, the almond tofu he loved so much, a flower, a mineral or an artefact you had found on your expeditions. Every little gift you gave him made him forget his torments for a short while, savouring the joy he felt at the time. He treasured every item you gave him, carefully stored in a small gold box encrusted with jade.

When the moon was high in the sky, Xiao would sometimes go to your room, passing by your balcony to see if you were sleeping. Sometimes he would go inside the moonlit room to see your sleeping face. He thought you were terribly beautiful, he had never been so fascinated by anyone, let alone a mortal. He would sometimes tuck a strand of your hair back behind your ear, slightly disturbing your sleep, and you would wrinkle your nose with a groan, causing him to back away hastily.

When Xiao was sure you were still asleep, he would take the opportunity to give you a gift of his own, placed on your bedside table.

As he did every night, he would end up sitting on the roof of your balcony watching for any threat to you.

By the time the sun came up, Xiao was already gone. When you woke up, you would find objects that were not there the day before. It could be a crystal nucleus or sometimes a Qingxin flower, which made you smile every time. You kept all the gifts he gave you as a treasure.

Today you had to go to Mondstadt to visit your friend Lisa, whom you had met in Sumeru. She had come one year to visit her former teachers, introducing herself to the students in the class. The two of you had talked a lot, creating a bond of friendship that you had maintained through correspondence.

In your last exchanges, she expressed a wish to see you, which you gladly accepted. You had planned to stay there for a week, so it was not surprising that you were preparing some things to take with you.

Even though your protector never showed up in front of you, at least not since that night when he gave you his name, you wanted to leave him a letter to explain that you would be back in Liyue in a week.

Before leaving, you left him a plate of tofu with almonds, your letter carefully placed next to the plate.

You didn't think that the wind would blow your letter away from him before he had even read it.

Xiao was accompanying Aether and two other companions for the day. They were to help him confront creatures once sealed in an ancient temple near the nine pillars of Cuijue Slope. The battle was long and difficult, but in the end they managed to exterminate the monsters, allowing Aether to retrieve the treasure that lay deep in the ruins. Xiao hurried back to the Wangshu Inn, feeling a bottomless pit forming inside him. He had been feeling uneasy for a while, a part of him wanted to make sure you were okay. When he arrived at his flat, he saw that you had left him a plate of tofu with almonds, and he took a bite, although he was too nervous to really enjoy them properly.

Xiao put his hand over his face in great pain.

His chest hurt terribly, the voices in his head tortured him again and his body seemed to be chained by the darkness inside him. Why was this? His karma hadn't weighed so heavily on him since he... since he... had met you.

He exhaled loudly, a sudden fear filling his body, making his hands tremble. Without further questioning, he quickly disappeared through his anemo vision and landed in your room. It was pitch black and looked horribly empty. The books usually scattered around your room were gone, your things were gone, your wardrobe was empty.

"No... no... don't go... (Y/n) don't go..."

His voice trembled in shock as his eyes still searched for traces of your presence.

"(Y/n)..."

Nothing. There was nothing. Nothing left. You were gone.

He couldn't even feel your presence on Liyue's land.

Had something happened to you? What if you had been attacked by monsters? The thought terrified him. He thought of your sleeping face, so peaceful. He thought of the promise he had made to himself to protect you.

Your absence was as painful to him as the day Aether told him Rex Lapis was dead. He couldn't bear it.

Xiao vowed to find you again and if you accepted him, he would stay by your side, he would not run away again.

He would listen to you sing again.

He searched for you for seven long days, which was a real physical and psychological torture for him. Aether, worried about his friend, helped him in his search, informing Zhongli, Ganyu and Hu Tao of your disappearance and the state in which the follower was.

Xiao always carried one of the gifts you had given him, holding on to it in the hope of finding you safe and sound.

With his mask over his face and his spear in hand, he slaughtered every hilichurl camp, hoping to find some trace of you, something that would prove to him that you were still alive. Disappointment after disappointment, the anger and hatred grew inside him every day, struggling to control it. He was leaving behind a pool of blood, soon he would sink into madness, feeling the sting of the karmic chains that made him sink a little deeper. How could he have formed such a strong bond with someone that he lost control?

"Xiao, we're going to find her. "

Zhongli's reassuring hand rested on the follower's shoulder.

Xiao had not removed his mask, but the former Geo Archon could still see tears of pain flowing from his eyes. His hand moved from his shoulder to the top of the young man's head. He knew what Xiao was going through, after all he too had lost loved ones in the past.

A varnished lily flower suddenly appeared under Xiao's nose. Ganyu held it out to him with a thin smile on his face. The Yaksha, who had watched you for a long time, knew that this flower was your favourite, many times he had seen you studying it, drawing it, smelling it, admiring it...

He could clearly see your face beaming as you drew it, singing a Sumeru tune.

He slowly grasped the flower that the young woman was holding out to him with renewed hope.

You had been leaving Lisa for a few hours now, promising her and your new friends that you would return to see them soon. You were anxious to get to the Wangshu Inn to rest. You missed your friends in Liyue and the absence of the Yaksha warrior around you left your heart empty.

You knew that he was never far from you. You knew that at night he sometimes stroked your hair, thinking you were asleep. You knew how soft his eyes were when he watched you draw.

You knew that he loved to listen to you sing.

Your lips curled upwards, happy at the idea of finding his presence. For this occasion you had grabbed an anemo crystal core which you intended to offer his.

When you reached the border between Mondstadt and Liyue, the atmosphere suddenly seemed heavy. You could not hear the birds singing, nor the wind cradling the trees.

Time seemed to stand still.

Alerted, you quickened your pace, crossing the wooden bridge that separated you from the shore.

The sudden sound of a branch breaking made you jump. You looked towards the source of the noise, finding yourself face to face with a Brutorocheux chief surrounded by some Brutoshamans and common Brutocollinus.

Your voice and body trembled.

"Why are they here? There have never been so many monsters on the border..."

The Brutocollinus came forward, threatening, it screamed, the breath knocking you to the ground. The smaller ones stepped forward, weapons in hand, while the Brutoshamans chanted their incantations.

Fear froze you in place, you were not a warrior, far from it. Your pupils dilated with fear and shook as the Brutoshaman ran towards you, fist in the air, ready to crush you. By reflex you had grown brambles around you to protect yourself.

But the creature in front of you was of a geo nature, impervious to the little thorns in your plants. Your trembling hand rose before you, summoning a flower capable of projecting poison, but again the monster crushed your hopes as did the flower beneath its feet.

"As long as you are in Liyue, I will protect you. Call me and I'll be there in a second."

Fear choked you, tears beading in the corners of your eyes as you remembered the words of the man you loved.

Xiao.

The sight of his gentle smile as he looked at you, thinking you hadn't noticed his presence.

Xiao.

The tender look in his eyes as he listened to you singing hidden behind a tree.

Xiao...

His hands savouring the feel of your hair between his fingers as you slept.

"XIAO! "

The moment you shouted his name, a gust of wind swept through the area. Blows rained down before you, and the brutocollinus and brutoshamans were the first to perish.

There he was, leaping to an inhuman height, a mask hiding his face and a menacing black aura covering him completely. The spear he always carried with him was pointed at the enemy as the Yaksha fell violently to the ground, sending out anemo illusions from his weapon that skewered the creature. He repeated his move once more, shattering its shell, before finishing it off by charging it with extreme speed. The Brutorocheux fell heavily to the ground, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Xiao moved his hand in front of his face, making his mask disappear, and then planted his spear on the ground. He ran towards you over the brambles you had created, not caring about the thorns that tore his legs. He knelt beside you, his eyes filled with terror and concern.

You looked into his eyes, shocked and trembling.

Finally you exploded, screaming and crying now that it was all over. You fell into his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck, partially muffling your screams and tears.

He had found you. At last...

His heart broke free from its chains, relieved to see you safe and sound.

He felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest, so strong was it beating.

When he had reached you after your call and had seen you surrounded by monsters, monsters that were there because of him, because of the slaughter he had made in the camps of his creatures, the rage had risen in him. If you had been hurt because of him, he would never forgive himself.

He would never have forgiven himself.

He was surprised by your sudden embrace, not really knowing how he should react. What did humans do in such moments?

He raised his arms hesitantly, placing his hands gently on your back. Seeing that you didn't reject him, he hugged you a little tighter, soothing his soul and body with your warmth.

"Don't disappear again..."

His voice was husky, vibrant, emotion knotting his throat. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of the flowers that covered you.

"Xiao..."

Your tears continued to fall as your hands clutched at his clothes.

He surprised you by planting a kiss on your neck. He left his face hidden there, not wanting to be seen so vulnerable. His trembling hands around you were more than enough to describe the emotions that were currently running through him.

When your tears stopped, his hands gently grasped your shoulders, pulling you back to get a better look at your face. He wiped away the tears that remained on your cheeks before placing the palm of his hand on them, caressing you with his thumb. Your hand joined his, closing your eyes to savour the sensation.

His forehead came to rest against yours, exhaling a shaky breath.

The happiness of finally having her so close to you involuntarily activated your dendro vision. Varnished lily flowers bloomed around you, and firefly-like particles of light swirled near your faces.

"Stay close to me. Always. "

"Always. "

Xiao didn't know exactly what he was doing as he tilted his head to your lips. The only thing he knew was that he wanted this connection badly.

The bond between you was stronger than any contract, he loved you, by the archons, he loved you more than anyone else.

An emotion so human but so beautiful...

Your lips... tasted like a sweet dream.

Bonus n°1:

"Ah, there they are! "

Paimon yelled to his companions, pointing at you and Xiao. Zhongli was the first to arrive and observed the scene unfolding before his eyes.

"XIAO! "

Paimon shouted, his voice carrying to you. Xiao parted violently from your lips, falling on his butt in the process, his face completely red with embarrassment.

Aether, who had arrived just after Zhongli, grabbed the little fairy in his arms, planting his hand over her mouth to silence her. Hu Tao and Ganyu were waving at you, reassured that you were okay. Xiao had completely forgotten that they had come with them.

He knew that with that chatty fairy and Hu Tao not far away, the rest of the day was going to be hell for him. He wanted to grab you in his arms and run away from his troubles, but when his gaze turned to Zhongli's, his heart was suddenly lighter with a burden. The gentle smile of his master and the kindly gaze he projected upon him broke the last remaining chains of doubt within him.

Bonus #2:

Xiao had offered you on the way back the varnished Lily flower that Ganyu had given him earlier, hanging it in your hair. You walked behind your companions towards the Wangshu Inn, laughter and loud discussions (too loud for his taste) were going on.

Xiao stood very close to you without physically touching you. You never took your eyes off his face, which he noticed. He abruptly turned his head in the opposite direction, the tips of his ears glowing crimson, forcing an affectionate smile on your face.

After a few minutes of silent walking between the two of you, he finally asked you a question.

"Why did you leave? -He looked at you again, his eyes full of emotion-"I thought you were gone forever...or worse, dead. "

His voice trembled at the thought, making your eyes widen. In a comforting gesture, you grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. The gesture surprised him, he was not used to physical (or emotional!) contact.

"Didn't you read my letter? "

Xiao blinked, once, twice, three times.

"What letter? "

"The one I left on the table next to the tofu dish. "

Xiao's face became totally impassive. He tried to piece together a visual image of his room in his mind, seeing your dish on his table very clearly, but no matter how hard he concentrated, no letter came to him.

"There was no letter. "

"Oh... Maybe it was blown away then?"

Xiao remained silent as you explained that you had gone to see a friend in Mondstadt. He listened to you without really listening, an array of emotions passing through his eyes. He needed someone to blame, anyone he could vent his anger and frustration on.

The wind... The wind...

A malevolent smile spread across his face and his amber eyes glowed with a menacing gleam.

He brought his hand up to his face, a gesture he made to reveal his Yaksha mask.

His hoarse voice whispered dangerously:

"Barbatos..."

Further on, in Mondstadt, Venti felt a shiver run through his body, freezing him in place.

[all-about-seggs]

A gift for you :

Rating: Fluff and smut

Pairing: Birthday boy Levi x female reader

Warnings: Cockwarming but other than that it's not much, just an apology to my man bc of my lateness and the short length of this drabble.

The hustle and bustle of the night before you threatened to make you lose your own way as you trudged to the side of the road. Soft tiny patches of snow trickled down the end december sky by the time you reached your destination.

Knocking on the door you waited, breath almost getting stuck in your throat. Even though you've made it this far you had no idea how to go on about your cheesy plan with the most no nonsense person you had ever met or dated at that.

As soon as the door opened you were met with a scowling face of Levi,

"what're your doing here? I thought I told you to use the only few vacations the scouts get to rest up and sleep", mincing no words he got straight to the point making you fidget under his harsh scrutiny.

" Well.... Come on! It's your birthday and you're my boyfriend. Whats wrong in wanting to celebrate ONE day with you in the entire year?", Explaining yourself you carefully looked at his face to check for any reaction but his face held his usually deadpan look .

"*Siiigh* are you a child? I don't celebrate those and it's Christmas so you must have better things to do, you know", despite Levi's complaints he ushered you in his room.

Wanting to make your loved ones happy is far from childish you thought but set the cake you baked him on the table quietly and sat on his perfectly made, unwrinkled bed. Whether it was your nervousness or the fact that you really did end up bothering your boyfriend clawed at your throat, making you unable to utter a word so you just glanced at Levi's form.

He sat on the chair next to the table in his typical delinquent fashion, an arm draped over the back of the chair and one ankle over his knee. Although his look of utter annoyance on his face did nothing to hide it's natual youthfulness it still made him look like a gangster and a smoking hot one too.

"now what? We're just going to sit and stare at each other? If you dont have anything to say I'm kicking you out and let me warn you", his voice dangerously low he pointed straight to the window," the night will freeze your ass".

Wide eyed, you gawked at his coldness that rivaled the temperature outside. Like, you could be delusional and think this is just him being happy or embarrassed but you never had that sort of confidence anyway so you raised your head in a show of determination and with a feigned composure strutted your way towards him. The naughty glint in your eyes made his eyebrows twitch as you placed both your hands on his defined shoulders and brought your lips near his ear from behind.

" So, you want me to do something?", Even with your heart that was drumming against your chest, you managed to keep your voice steady. Levi turned around with a quirked eyebrow and his look of disdain only urged you to be more seductive. Running your hands down to his biceps and all the way to his warm hands, you lace your fingers with his.

" I got you a present, would you like to see it?", Gesturing at the small cake box you beamed happily at him and as soon as you finished he pulled you off of him in one tug and made you stand right next to his sitting form.

" If you want to stuff your face with food then simply say that, no need to be cringey, idiot", with him stitting, you look down at him, the clean scent of soap lingered around, tickling your senses." But, I know were probably thinking about how you wanted to do something for me so I'll atleast give you a nice seat."

His face still had a look of monotony but his hands reaching for his belt suggested something else. You stared at his boldness, the words he spoke were clear, with no hidden innuendos and the speed at which your night was escalating made you get all hot under your collar.

Soon his pant button came undone, revealing the half hardened member underneath. You stood still on the side, hanging off of his every movement not questioning even when he reached for your own pants and sliding them down to your ankles. He casually started pumping his cock to let it harden all the while maintaining eye contact with you. No amount of sensuality could match the eroticisim of his raw actions. He had always been into rough housing and that's exactly what you wanted right now.

" Sit", it's all he said before signalling you with his eyes that went from your face to his erect member. He didn't have to tell you twice as you crossed his lap and lowered your empty cunt on his cock. The lack of lubrication made it a little difficult for you to slide his thick shaft with ease but with a few adjustments to your hips he bottomed out in you soon enough. A few whines slipped past your lips when you came face to face with your boyfriend, breaths mingling with each other's.

" Good job, brat. Now....", Grabbing your bag from the table behind you, he opened the cake box. The heat in your body kept rising and so did the ache of wanting to move your hips wildly but even in your dazed state, you could hear him take it out as your head rested on the crook of his neck, pussy threatening to clench around him.

" You better not move y/n", grabbing you by your head he pulled your torso slightly away from him, " not before I give you my permission", his calm and quiet demeanor was the same as when he was during your work hours. On the corner of your eyes you saw him bring a spoon full of the creamy white cake.

" Open up", placing one hand on the back of your neck he pressed the spoon on your lips. And you knew he wouldn't let you go until you followed his orders first.

[monsoonblooms12]

Bittersweet (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: OH Book 1 Chapter 4 written from Dolores Hudson's POV

A/N: I really wanted to do this because Dolores is such an amazing person and this chapter is one of my favourites in the entire OH series. This picks up from the office fire and ends at Dolores's death.

A/N 2: The flashback portions are indented

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🤍

Characters: Dolores Hudson, Ethan Ramsey, f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Pooja Sharma (f!MC)

Word Count: around 2.8 K

Rating: General

Category: Fluff then Angst

Disclaimer: PB owns most of the characters and some of the dialogues. I only own my MC.

Triggers: Complications in pregnancy, Few Curse Words, Character Death

Prompts: @choicesaprilchallenge2021 Day 23: Classic/Classical

Other Works

Clickety-clack!

Dolores's fingers danced on the keyboards in a swift motion as she strived to complete this last email and get home and have a sleep that she missed yesterday due to late-night cravings.

Around her, a chaos of whispers spread as her colleagues engaged in mindless chitter-chatter of the last hour before the end of the office day.

A few nudges of Hey, Dolores! and its variants reached her, but she steered past them, focusing completely on her work.

Just one more line anndd,

Done!

She hit the send and the ping of the 'sent' notification calmed her overworked nerves.

Come on, Lil tadpole, let's file these papers, get ice cream and go home.

She fondly rubbed her belly. 26 weeks in and yet the fact that she was going to become Mamma Froggy was overwhelming and exciting.

She got the prints and in a hurry, nearly got a paper cut.

Careful there! She cajoled herself and started filing those messy sheets of her hard work of the day.

She was almost done just as-

Waaahhh!

The blazing sound, very much like a siren's, reached all of them, leading to the eruption of panicked commotion between all of them.

They had been run through the fire drill so many times that they didn't need to be told that it was a fire alarm.

Dolores left all her possessions, carrying only her bag with the stuffed froggy she had bought for her baby and tried to run.

But being pregnant doesn't make it very easy. Even more, if there was a fucking fire at the place.

People went haywire. Very few cared about the fact that she was carrying a baby, and they should have the minimum decency to help. Most would selfishly try to save themselves, not giving a damn about anyone.

Dolores tried to pave a way for reaching the elevator. It was nearly impossible for her to get down the stairwell in time to save herself from the hazardous situation. She could see that most of the people had already evacuated.

Why was the fire department not here yet?

The fire was ablaze, surroundings hot, and amidst all, Dolores walked slowly, worried only about her little tadpole and not herself.

She pressed the buttons of the elevator. Waited. But nothing budged.

Fuck it!

Smoke engulfed her and she felt suffocated. All through the light-headedness, she could faintly hear, the siren of the ambulance. She hoped someone would save her from this fiery hell.

But there was no one to help her. No one around. The building burnt and if she did not think of something quickly, she would burn with it as well.

Not viewing any other options, she screamed with as much strength she could garner. Once, Twice, Thrice.

The next actions happened quicker than the blink of an eye. She saw a handsome EMT rush towards her. Even though she was already in a blazing environment, she couldn't stop the he's hot reflex of her brain cells. He came to her and reassured her that he would be able to save her and her baby, picked her up, and slowly, yet swiftly, got out of there.

Just like a superhero.

She thought of telling this story of Super-Man coming to save him and his Mama to her baby and the thought made her giggle.

Her head was light, and she felt choked, but her mind would keep going to the little angel of her womb, worrying only for him.

The last she remembers was reaching the ambulance and coughing vigorously. She couldn't breathe normally. She tried and failed miserably. A slow sensation of blacking out and after that, everything blank.

After who knows how long, Dolores feels the glare of white lights around her giving her eyes a painful competition to open up. She squints, tiredness spreading through her body. From office work or the life-threatening experience? She does not know.

She slowly, very slowly, tries to sit up, her hand on her belly, tenderly stroking it, as if to let the child know that his Mamma would not let any harm come to him. Nurses check in on her, one of them replacing the oxygen mask with a nose tube, and she felt a bit more relaxed.

As she was taking in the surroundings, she realized,

Edenbrook!

Coming back here after so many years brought back many memories. The first time she came here. Oh, how panicked she was! She was getting jitters but that calm and brilliant doctor took care of her, not only inside the hospital but also outside it.

Dr Ethan Ramsey.

He still worked here, he had told her in his last email. I need to meet him! She thought.

When was the last time they had met? In that coffee shop last year, right? It had been long.

She traced the name she had thought for her tadpole over and over again on her belly as if to make him memorize it before coming here to her, and looked around.

There was a minimum difference between the room she had been kept in the first time and the one in which she was now, but the time gap made her feel everything was new.

All of a sudden the door swayed, letting in a young doctor and,

Ethan!

She was genuinely excited about seeing him. Of all the possibilities, she hadn't really considered the fact that he would be coming to treat her. He has important cases to take care of than petty smoke inhalation, right?

A frown appears on his forehead. "What did you get yourself into this time, Dolores?"

His stern tone is the tough layer of a walnut, which hid his soft corner, the concerned heart. She smiled at the realization.

She quickly filled him in with all the details. The fire. The hot superman. The baby. Everything.

She finds the young doctor's surprise about Ethan having friends amusing. The look of surprise she had on her face was priceless.

But when the doctor asked her,

"Was Dr Ramsey always so mean?" she guards her mouth using her hand, "And so handsome?"

It was Dolores's turn to be shocked. She knew just how much Ethan hated interns. He used to whine about how stupid they were all the time to her, online & offline. And here was this intern, having enough courage to ask her such a question in front of him.

Impressive!

"This man's definitely got grouchier than before, but even then he had an edge"

"And as for handsome, I think he has aged like a fine wine" Dolores winked and Ethan fumbled for words.

When he got his tone back, it was strict.

No matter what anyone else thought, Dolores knew the real Ethan. The one without his rough and tough exterior and mean demeanour.

And that Ethan, if he ever came out, would make everyone fall in love with him.

As the doctors mumbled between themselves, she looked around, searching for something.

Umm Hmm. She couldn't see it.

"Excuse me Doctor Sharma" Both of them turned to look at her. "I remember having my bad when the hunk brought me out. Did they bring it here?" She asks, anxiety on its borderline, ready to burst out.

She needed it. Very Much.

Dr Sharma looks around for a bit, carefully conscious eyes trained to spot abnormalities. Her eyes, soon enough, fall on the side table of the bed and she picks the purse up and hands it over to Dolores.

Another frantic search follows. She turns all the contents up and down, her happy demeanour replaced with a visible frown.

It's not here, she says, evidently panicked.

A sadness spreads on her face.

"I must have dropped it in the office" She is on the verge of crying.

Dr Sharma places a kind hand on her shoulder. What Happened? Her questioning eyes wordlessly ask.

Dolores sighs, "It probably sounds stupid but I saw this adorable little frog on my lunch break and had to get it for my little tadpole."

"My parents are gone and the father's not in the picture." She adoringly places a hand on her swollen belly, "I just want everything to be perfect for him."

Dr Sharma gives her shoulder a gentle push of reassurance, and adds, "It's not stupid Dolores, absolutely not. I feel like you're going to be a great mom."

Her words make Dolores smile despite the upsetting circumstances, "Thank You. I- I just wished I hadn't lost it."

She stays lost in the thoughts and daydreams of her little tadpole playing with his first gift, growing ever more upset with every passing second.

"I and Dr Ramsey will find it for you!" Dr Sharma's excited tone jolts her out of her thoughts.

She is surprised first and slowly a smile appears, "Really Ethan? You would do that for me?"

He hesitates.

"Erm- Yes, sure." He fumbles.

"Dr Sharma, let's get this urine sample to the lab first. I will meet you in the lot in ten minutes."

Relieved and Happy, Dolores exclaims, "I am 26 weeks pregnant, Ethan. Not gonna take 10 minutes to make me pee!"

And in 15 minutes, they take her urine sample away and bid adieu with a promise of bringing her token of love for her tadpole back.

She was extremely grateful for Dr Sharma. She doubted if Ethan had given in the first time if it had not been her taking initiative.

Wait a Minute.

Ethan Ramsey listened to an intern? That too, in the first time itself? The observation blew her mind.

She recounted the time he had called her to his home to give a dinner treat. Lovely memories of a different face of the man came to her mind like the waves reaching the shore, one after the other.

"Mmm... Ethan, this is delicious!" Dolores found herself falling deeply in love with this masterpiece of Georgian stuffed chicken.

"Thank You, but it wouldn't have got done without your help" Ethan was never the type to take credit. Boast, Huh? What's that?

That's what she liked the most about him. A fine, handsome man, talented without bounds, a successful doctor having shitloads of money and a chef. He was a complete package and yet seemed to be subtly unaware of it.

They chatted about everything from opera to music to their first meet. It was a jolly time.

That is, until, the conversation landed on romance.

"So, seeing anyone?"

"No, not currently." He blushes a bit.

"Imagine" Dolores leans back on her chair, stretching her legs, "if, I said if, you fell in love with," she pauses to look at his curious face, "an intern?"

"Impossible."

It came even before she had finished the word. Dolores was amused.

"Just imagine!"

"I don't want to waste time imagining something as implausible as that. Can we talk about something else please?"

And here he was today, listening to an intern, a different demeanour than usual. Not that it was love, yet, but there was something.

Was he impressed by her?

He talked differently, listened patiently to the young doctor. That Ethan Ramsey who would not stand with an intern for 5 minutes, listened to one?

Anyone who knew him would laugh off the fact and say it was a joke.

Dolores made sure that if it happens, the falling in love with an intern, she will not let Ethan see the end of it. Teasing him to annoyance, yes that's what she would do.

She turned on some soft classical music on her phone, spreading an instant calm and dozed off for a while...

She gets up with a start on the sound of the door opening. She rubs her eyes to get a better view of the people in front of her.

It was Ethan and Dr Sharma!

She looked at them and yes! there it was, her tadpole's froggy.

She was overjoyed.

"You got it!" Dolores breaks into a grin as the sterilized frog is given to her.

"Happy now?" Ethan asks, the faintest glimmer of happiness in his eyes.

"Yes, very, very, much! Thank you so much, Ethan."

She pulls Dr Sharma into a small hug, "You too Dr Sharma, thank you!"

"Of course, Dolores." The young woman's beautiful face gleams at her, "and you can call me Pooja."

After few minutes of chit chat, Pooja leaves to get Dolores's reports.

"Switch on the TV Ethan, it's boring to sit here and do nothing."

"You know you can do better things than watching stupid TV shows?"

"I am doing it because I want to. The least who can do is help me." She shrugs.

"Fine, fine."

After going on a roundabout tour of the various broadcasted shows, they settled to watch a comedy.

Soon Ethan's stoicism got lost in the wilds and he started laughing along with her.

All the while Dolores held the Froggy affectionately to her tummy, to her little tadpole, as if to show it to him and ask if he likes it.

Amidst all the laughs, the medical reports are completely forgotten until there's a soft knock on the door and Ethan looks at someone from the corner of his eye and go out to meet them.

Still, she remains blissfully unaware of her health conditions and basks in the moments of delight she gets alone with her tadpole.

Her eyes remain glued to the TV screen until the doctors come in and from the morbid faces they wore, she knew that the reports were anything but good.

She switches off the TV.

"What is it? Ethan?"

Pooja steps forward, "I want you not to worry, Dolores."

She feels a mild panic attack bursting inside her, "T-That's what people say when there is something to be worried about. Is my tadpole okay?"

Pooja sighs, "Have you heard of preeclampsia? It's a disease affecting one out of ten pregnant women. In most cases, it is manageable, if monitored properly. But in your case-"

She pauses. And Dolores knows that whatever's coming will not be hopeful.

"It's serious."

Dolores quickly asks, "How serious?"

Not too much. Not too much. Please, god, not too much. She crosses her fingers.

"The blood flow to the placenta is slowing. It could deprive your baby of vital nutrients and oxygen."

With his morbid mask matching his melancholy tone, Ethan says, "Your baby is at risk."

Shit.

"B-But I can still feel the baby kicking!" She urges them to come and feel for themselves.

"Dolores it just means the delivery needs to be done early."

"Impossible." Dolores remarks with a deadly determination. "It's too soon."

"Babies delivered at 26 weeks have a good chance of survival." Dr Sharma tries to convince her.

"A-A chance?"

She is not going to play a game of chances with her beloved tadpole, her little jewel.

They keep convincing her.

"Yes he'll have to spend some time in the N.I.C.U and there are chances of post-birth complications-"

"And some don't make it at all. Is my baby is in danger now?" She asks with a motherly force.

"No, not immediately. But-" Ethan is on his tracks to convince her again.

"Then my little tadpole is staying put."

"Dolores—"

"No, Ethan! Just...give me some time! As long as you can give me. Please" It is a request from her heart, and she is on the verge of tears.

"I give you tonight. To come back to your senses."

When they leave, Dolores cries, caressing her belly, her little tadpole in there. She cannot take a risk with his goddamn life, never ever.

Tears roll down her cheeks and she holds the stuffed frog even tighter to herself, praying to god for his magical abilities and to save her baby.

Please.

She fell asleep while crying. When she wakes up, she finds a few unknown nurses and doctors standing there.

She tries to speak but cannot form words. Her head feels light, just like it did in the office building. She could not sense anything, swallowing was trouble.

She makes random sounds and the people come rushing to her, just as her body breaks into violent convulsions.

"We need to take her to the surgery, QUICK!"

They call for a code blue and everything that happens following that is a haze to her.

They are rushing her to the surgery. Her body shakes vigorously, and she can feel that she doesn't have much time left.

She holds the doctor's hand who was rushing her to the O.R.

"N-nam-me him-m E-Ethan."

And with that, she slowly spirals down the realm of unconsciousness, the last thought to ever strike her mind was,

Little tadpole, mamma loves you. You will be okay. Mamma will always be there with you, for you.

And with that her breath leaves her body, the last tear dropping on the O.R. bed.

As Ethan Hudson sees the light of his new life, Dolores passes away into the darkness.

I love you little tadpole.

PS: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🤍.

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♡ last but not least - 1k words comments welcome

You twirl in the mirror twice, checking your reflecting before smoothing down your casual, yet somewhat dressy buffalo plaid dress. Debating if you should change. 

Again. 

For the fifth time. 

Your boyfriend watches from the door jamb sighing as he pushes himself off the frame. Gliding into the reflective glass he stand tall behind you, his red hair relaxed as he's pulled it back into a little bun. He pulls you by your hips to him as he nuzzles your neck with his nose, your perfume tickles his nose and he inhales deeply. 

"Ready to go?" He purrs and you shrug, biting at your lipstick clad lip. 

"I don't know, is this too casual? Too dressy? Should I wear jeans? You're in jeans but also a button down shirt…" You look at his outfit, black jeans and a buffalo plaid button up that matches. The thought unintentional. He sighs letting his ruby eyes fall over your gorgeous frame. 

"Baby, I promise you they'll love you. They won't care what you wear or how you look, they only care about how you make me feel." He kisses the rapid pulse in your throat swaying you on your feet, "And baby you make me feel good." 

You relax into his touch, swaying in time with his feet. 

"Yea,okay." You agree to probably the most agreeable man in the world. His eyes light up soothing some of your nervousness. 

But not all of it and it returns full force as he pulls up to his old childhood home. 

"Baby." You grab onto his hand, squeezing his fingers with all of your might. He brings your hand to his lips, a chaste kiss on your knuckles just before he speaks. 

"Just smile baby, that's all it will take for them to fall in love with you. That's all it took for me." His words make your heart flutter, he exits the car when he sees you've calmed down. Opening the passenger side door for you, offering his hand for help that you gladly take. The street is quiet, the snow falling silently to rest on the tops of warm homes and bare outstretched branches. 

It is a stark difference to the volume of the home that can be heard through the wreath clad door. Kirishima offers a shy sharp toothed smile. 

"I told you we're a loud family." He grabs for the door knob, "You ready?" 

"As ready as I'll ever be." Sweat collects on your brow as he opens the door, stepping out of his shoes as you follow suit. He isn't given much time before his mother hears the door, rushing into the foyer with excitement. She gasps loudly as she takes in the sight of her strong son. 

"My baby Eijirou!" She exclaims coming closer to cup his cheeks, she dots on him for a moment. 

"Hey momma." He kisses her on the cheek before her thin hands move to you, cupping your face gently, "You must be the girlfriend I've heard so much about. Kamisama your smile is so bright!" 

"He-hello ma'am." She gives you a pointed look before dropping your face to grab at your hands. 

"It's okaasan. Now come, come. You have the whole family to meet." She pulls you with ease to the rest of the party while you give Kirishima a panicked look over your shoulder. All he can do is shrug his as he follows closely behind. 

"Everyone look! It's baby Eijirou's girlfriend we've all heard such good things about!" She introduces you and the crowd of family shouts back a warm hello, "It's a pleasure to finally have you here. Please make yourself at home." 

She squeezes your hand before stepping closer to her son to give him a long hug before disappearing into the kitchen. Kirishima grabs your hand and introduces you individually to well over twenty people making your anxiety skyrocket as you try your best to remember their names. 

"And this is Sobo." He says, bringing you to a woman who hardly looked to be a grandmother. You bow your head and she laughs in response. 

"So formal among family." She says softly, patting the chair beside her. You slip into the chair with ease, "Eji, dear get us something to drink while we talk?" 

Your eyes grow wide, pleading for him not to leave the two of you alone, he offers a soft smile before saying. 

"I'll be right back Sobo." And with that he turns on his heel, leaving the two of you tucked away in the corner of the large room to look over the family. Kirishima is stopped on his way to the kitchen more times than you can count as you wait for the shoe to drop. 

This was it, this was where you would get the talk of how Kirishima was too good for you and that the sooner you left him the better. She opens her mouth to speak and you grind your teeth. 

"What is it about my grandson that you love?" She turns to you, ruby red eyes glistening beneath the twinkling lights. Silence envelops your small corner as the smell of food wafts your way. Swallowing thickly you speak the truth. 

"He is kind, it is almost otherworldly. He is strong, brave and never afraid to show emotion or to be vulnerable. He is a man who was raised well and I love him for him." It all slips out as you watch him laugh with his cousins, a smile that you always wear when you gaze at him. 

Sobo watches you, your eyes, your demeanor and when she knows the words you speak are true. She smiles herself. 

"Let me show you something." She says softly, pulling at a book on the nearby bookshelf. She settles back into her chair setting it on the dark wood table. She flips the cover open and points at the first black and white picture of a handsome man with long dark hair. 

"This was my husband and I loved him dearly. Eijirou reminds me a lot of him, so you can see he is precious to me." She begins, her frail finger pointing out their wedding photo next, "I need to know he will be loved and safe. If I could keep him from ever knowing pain I would." 

You nod in agreement wanting nothing more than to keep your man pure of heart and pain free. 

"But life doesn't work that way. In all my years I've learned that the hard way." She flips the pages again, as you watch her belly swell with each image, her family growing before your eyes. Finally she flips to her children's children, all or them amassed or spread across the pages. You are a young Kirishima with black hair in a still frame. 

"So I must trust in the people he surrounds himself with. People can say things but never mean it. His close friend Bakugou is a great example. He is harsh and pigheaded but I know he would protect my grandson with his life." She sighs looking over the photos as you glance at her face. She smiles meeting your eyes, "I'd like to thank I can put my trust into you as well." 

She leaves no room for you to respond before she flips a few pages back, telling stories of each captured moment.

Kirishima finally makes it to the kitchen after spending a half an hour trying to keep his talking to a minimum. But he couldn't blame his family it had been months since he had seen most of them and besides it's not as if Sobo would say anything rude to you even if she somehow disapproved of you. He pours a cup of tea and a mixed drink for you. Gently pushing his way through the crowd with the drinks as an excuse not to linger. 

Finally the two of you come into view and he freezes in his tracks. The first thing he sees is the frayed edges of the book. The family album spread open before you as Sobo shares the treasured memories. 

Tears form in his eyes as he watches the scene unfold in disbelief. Of all his girlfriends he is glad Sobo has bonded with you. The others were only tolerated and even the one he brought multiple years in a row never even knew of the family album. But there you sat, smiling, laughing with Sobo who's crows feet giving her a certain type of magic. He sighs, holding the breath he didn't even know he was holding. Walking towards two women that held his heart. 

"You ladies having fun?" He asks, setting down the glasses as he looks over Sobo's shoulder. 

"Eijirou, I think you should let your black hair come back! Look at how cute you were!" You exclaim pointing to an old photo. He cannot help but smile, fingers absentmindedly feeling at his strands. Sobo looks up at him while you gush over the album pulling her attention back with more questions. Sobo secretly grabs for Kirishima's hand and slips something small and cool into his palm. 

When he pulls his hand away he notices the old small ring biting his lip to keep his tears in. 

Not that he needed his grandmother's approval for what he was already planning to do in the new year but it was definitely a relief to have. He smiles down at the women clothing the old ruby ring in his hand as he fights to keep his voice even. 

"I'll leave you two to your fun. I'm sure we'll make memories for the album soon enough"

[sunflowerim]

I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 26

Weekend 2

Harry arrived right on time. Louis opened the door to a warm smile and a basket of chocolate.

"Ok, when I said don't bring pizza, I certainly didn't mean, 'bring loads of chocolates'", Louis laughed, letting Harry in.

"What can I say, I'm such a gentleman," Harry replied with an all knowing smile.

Harry had barely stepped into the apartment when Clifford ran to him. Harry was a bit startled, but soon crouched down and started scratching Cliff behind his ears.

"Someone's not asleep today. How are you Cliffy. You gonna watch a movie with us?", Harry babbled on in a childlike voice as Louis shut the door behind them and moved over to the couch, eyes never leaving Harry.

"Do you know what movie we're watching today?" Louis asked.

"The Incredible Hulk. I've done my research thank you."

"Good," Louis smiled getting the remote. Everything else was already set up.

Harry got up and walked to the couch, Clifford on his heel and as soon as he sat down, Clifford settled himself on Harry's feet.

"So what brought this sudden change of demeanor?" Harry asked, patting Cliff's head.

"Maybe he's expecting more treats."

"Shit. I mean sorry. I didn't get anything for him. I mean I wanted to, but I didn't know if he had any preference or restrictions."

"Chill Harry, I have his food stocked up for a whole month. You needn't get him anything. I was just teasing."

"Oh. Okay."

"You didn't answer my question."

"What was it again?"

"Chocolates."

"Oh that. Well, I saw the stash of chocolates on your fridge the other day, so I got you some more. It was good to know that you have a sweet tooth. But seriously, so many chocolates Louis! One would think you're a five year old."

"Hey, those were not mine."

"Cliff surely doesn't eat those. Do you Cliff?" Harry said, looking down at Clifford during the last bit and scratching his ears, to which he gave a joyful bark. "See, he says no."

"Don't turn my son against me", Louis replied, faux-offended. "No really, those aren't mine. My niece and nephew go to the school around the corner, and they drop by randomly to spend time with their beloved uncle and I spoil them with chocolates."

"How sweet. But am I supposed to believe that you never grab chocolates for yourself?"

"I'm only human Harry. Ofcourse I do."

"Thought as much."

"You wanna see their pictures?"

"Sure."

Louis scrolled in his gallery and pulled out a picture of him holding the hands of two kids on his either side. The shot was taken on a football pitch, Louis wearing a white jersey and the two kids wearing red ones.

"That's Lux and Theo. They accompanied me as mascots that year."

"You play football?"

"What does it look like?"

"No, I mean not just casual games, proper matches! Wow. You're that passionate about it?"

"Yeah, you could say that," Louis smiled at the picture.

"Your niece and nephew are so cute."

"I know right. And you must know they're equally mischievous. Little pranksters."

"Wonder who taught them", Harry teased.

"Cool uncle Louis might have had something to do with it, but you didn't hear it from me."

"Never. My lips are sealed."

"Good."

"That reminds me." Harry fished out his phone and paused. "Do you mind if I get a picture if you?"

"Yeah, but why?"

"I'll save it as your contact image."

"Oh sure."

Louis smiled softly and Harry's heart skipped a beat. He kept staring at Louis through the phone and it wasn't until Louis cleared his throat, that Harry realised what he was supposed to do.

"Just a minute. And--- we're done. Looking good!"

Louis smiled bashfully as he saw Harry open his contact to save the picture. That's when he saw the name.

Lou :)

Louis melted into a puddle at his contact name on Harry's phone and instantly felt bad about saving Harry's name as simply Harry Styles. Looks too professional. He made a mental note to change it later.

"My turn." Louis focussed his camera on Harry, as the boy smiled widely, dimples popping up. Louis smiled too and took the picture. He looked at it for a second before shoving his phone back in his pocket. "Movie?"

"Yeah," Harry replied, easing back in the couch.

"Yeah. No wait- shit I forgot." With that Louis jumped from the couch and sprinted towards the kitchen. Harry sat confused for a while before Louis re-emerged with a tray containing a huge bowl and two plates and cutlery.

"I hope you like pasta."

"Yeah. Oh. Wow. You cooked for me?"

"Haha no Harold. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I can't cook. I had my helper make it."

"Oh."

"Disappointed?" Louis laughed.

"No no, I was just momentarily surprised."

Louis smiled as he set the tray down on the coffee table and and hit play on the remote.

Once again, Louis watched Harry's reaction with great amusement, but this time, he noticed something else too. He noticed Harry's jaw drop every time, the lead actor got shirtless and how terrified he looked everytime he changed to the huge Hulk.

"Don't get too attached Harry. He's only starring in this movie. A different actor plays Hulk in the rest of the movies."

And Harry looked so sad at that, Louis melted.

"Aww, poor Haz."

Harry's lips quirked upwards at the pet name and from the corner of his eyes he could see Louis tense beside him.

"Um, sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"No, nono it's okay. You can call me Haz. I like it."

"Okay." Louis continued after a pause, "remember when I told you not to call me Lou?"

"Yeah, shit sorry, I know last week it slipped off my tongue once or twice."

"Yeah, no I mean, you can call me Lou too."

"Okay," Harry smiled and returned to the screen.

The time passed by pleasantly between movie, pasta, timid glances towards each other and Clifford switching between Harry and Louis' laps.

After the movie ended, Harry turned towards Louis and held his hand out. "Give me your phone."

"What? Why?"

"Just open your Instagram explore page and give. Don't worry I'll not snoop around."

Louis did as told and Harry typed out a username and and clicked on it.

"Here's my private account." Harry said, handing Louis back the phone. "You can follow me here if you want. I can actually post freely on here."

Louis looked st the screen hs94.

Louis didn't want to check it in front of Harry. So he just smiled and nodded. "I will."

Harry smiled back.

"Guess, I should leave now."

Louis ignored the sad voice in his head that had reappeared again.

"Until next week Louis Tomlinson," Harry called walking out the door.

"Until next week Harry."

And as Harry left, Louis took out his phone and edited Harry's contact.

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¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plisetsky x reader)

(Part two)

Part two. Part one Part three Part four part five

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Your POV*

There. All set and done. You took a last look at the pair of eyes staring back at you in the full body mirror. Your hair all dried up with a blowdrier and a pair of white jeans along with your favorite leather jacket. A grey turtleneck on that and that was the outfit for today. Keeping it classy since Victor failed to cancel the meeting with the press a couple of hours from now. 'A big hoodie would've been the ideal alternative though' you thought and sighed. Nowadays it's all about keeping it as simple yet kind of professional for every day. Social media were all star struck about the world's latest announcement. 'Winner of this year's Grand Prix senior division goes on a tour with none other than the (y/n) (l/n)!' The newspapers were first out as usual thanks to the reporters crowding her personal space since two weeks from now since the news came out. A collaboration between a figure skating competition and a competition for vocalists. You never saw that coming but you could see the appeal. The currently hottest male skater along with a popular female singer, fighting for the spotlight even though they're sharing it evenly. Him with his skills and she with her voice. You agreed to participating when asked, of course. It was a great opportunity and experience. And currently you sought out every great possibility at the market right now. That's what lead you here.

You made your way out the room you were staying in and headed towards the dining area in deep thoughts. 'So that's Yuri Plisetsky up close?' You thought as you passed the living room. You entered the dining area and stood still at the entrance to take in the scene before you. Yuri Plisetsky is sitting at the dining table with his back facing you. Beside him with his side profile turned at your direction is coach Yakov who's chatting with Victor and Yuuri opposite of the table. Yuri is not talking. He's busy eating a dish called the pork cutlet bowl, you assumed. You had never tried one before but the dish was all too familiar thanks to the last Grand Prix competition on Yuuri Katsuki's behalf. You eyed Yuri carefully and entered the room. He's a little shorter than what was given away on television but other than that, very much the boy you'd seen competing time to time. His skating was without doubt impressive to say the least. His jumps were always perfect as expected and his upper body movements in beat to the music. Though, you always deemed something missing in his already amazing performances. Expression. The year he won gold at the senior division, you saw some great scenes of emotion displayed in his skating but it was clear that he never let them consume him. It always looked as if there was something on his mind and that held him back, even made him stop and hesitate sometimes.

"Whoo! (Y/n) is back! Yuri! Meet your coach in musical expressional performance."

The boy's attention was suddenly entirely on you now, in comparison for being totally relaxed and unfocused. He tensed up and the pair of breathtakingly blue and green eyes widened at her for the second time today. 'Hope this is not becoming a regular habit of his' whenever he sees me. It's starting to get a little embarrassing.'

"You! What even- What are you doing here?! A-aren't you like 19 years old or something? That's just two years away from me! That's.. You're far too young to be my coach!" The startled reaction of his kind of made you wonder what was up. He did meet you just about- ah. Your face mask and your covered hair clearly disguised you well enough for the boy not to recognize you. Though he clearly knew you.

"Great, so you're familiar with me. Then I don't need a further introduction." You flashed him a smile.

"Who isn't familiar with the star of We Are Voice and winner of gold two years in a row? At this point, you're basically stealing the spotlight I fought so hard to gain at my senior division debut." The words came out in a mutter and the negative impact of the comment made you raise an eyebrow at the boy on the floor in front of you. He still hadn't stood up to greet you which would be the appropriate thing to do first time meeting your coach. Then you pouted and leaned your now crossed arms against the wall to your right.

"Though, I am a little disappointed you didn't recognize me by voice. I mean, if I am as famous as you speak of, you surely would've known right away." That just earned a scoff from him.

"There are thousands of girls who sound similar to you. Yes, even with that (nationality) accent. Your voice isn't that special." The other men in the room widened their eyes. Ouch. And he's just as grumpy and homeboy teenage-crisis as he was portrayed in television and social media as well. You had thought it was only mere acting in an attempt to shun people away and making the attraction towards him less appealing.

"I see... Well that's one way putting it."

It certainly worked on you, you had thought for several years now but turns out he's just a jerk. Yakov moved to get in Yuri's face and scold him.

"Where is your manners? Quit playing a brat all of a sudden."

"What? Am I not allowed to speak my mind now when you have to suck up to miss universe over here all of a sudden?"

You raised a silent hand for the arguing pair to let their words die down and then you locked gaze with the insolent boy. Your eyes were blank but rock hard and you could swear that you saw a faint gulp forming in his throat.

"Get on your feet and get over here. Turn sideways." At least I didn't have to ask twice. But I didn't really ask him either. He rose to his feet and took some hesitant steps towards me. It was clear that he didn't trust me. 'Something to work on' I hummed to myself. His posture was stiff and crooked but after another word from Yakov, he straighten his back for me to see him properly. He pulled the hood of his hoodie off and mirrored my blank hard stare. I began to circle him, getting a fair look on what I would be working with for a set of weeks. His eyes didn't dare follow mine as I stepped beside him, knowing that I was out for him to break character. A stale being is much harder getting to know than a forward and open one.

Then, when you were behind his back, you reached out with your hand to his back and - shoved him casually forwards. A yelp of surprise echoed through the room as he stumbled and fell towards Victor who caught him right before hitting the floor face first. You and Yakov locked gaze and gave each other a slight nod before you once again turned to the upset boy.

"What the hell was that? You pushed me for what? Are you that sensitive for a little negativity for once?"

"Your balance is off." You simply said with the same blank expression and a headshake. He seemed dumbfounded of the answer and got off Victor with quick feet. He was close to you this time and the daggers you received was intended to leave wounds after he was done.

"Because you pushed me."

"Exactly."

"I wasn't prepared!"

"Exactly."

"We have some work to do, Yuri. Your break has been too long, it seems. She was only picking up on where you left off, in a way." Yakov spoke up between the one-sided staring contest. The boy turned towards the man which included his back facing my front once again. But this time, he was careful on taking a few steps forward to avoid history repeating itself.

"She's not you. She shouldn't do your job. It's none of her business anyway."

"It actually is if you think harder on it. There's no point in me working on your emotional performance if your practical performance is flawed. A skater who can't manage a simple shove will not get up on his or hers feet at the competition as well." You expected some kind of backlash from Yuri, at least a glare or something. But you were met with nothing to your surprise. He didn't speak up either.

"It's settled. You and I will rehearse you back into your former shape before your time with (y/n) begins, starting tomorrow. Meanwhile, also take some time to get to know each other, you two. You seem to need it." Yakov declared the schedule and choose to pinpoint the obvious tension between you and Yuri. You somewhat agreed on spending time besides training. Though, you would rather not take a verbal beating more than once a day further on.

Yuri still didn't speak up but he didn't object either.

"(Y/n), there's food left for you too! Please join us for dinner." Yuuri Katsuki exclaimed and waved an energetic hand towards the bowls and plates on the table. In front of you, you saw the back muscles of the Russian skater's form tense at the words.

You had to decline though. If not for the meeting, then for the sake of giving Yuri some space. It must be hard, after all. Whatever's he's going through right now.

"I would love to! But I have to excuse myself this time. After all, I have a meeting to attend and if I don't get going, I'll soon be running late. See ya folks later!"

And with that, you dashed off.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Little Pet Pt Ten. 💋

Ending.

Nsfw.

Warnings. Blood. Stabbing, guns.

The hallucinations wore off after three hours. You could see clearly now and think again. No one was in the room with you besides the dead plants so Kai must have left with Nemoto at some point. You tried to loft your hands but your wrists were still strapped to the table. You could feel rough indents from the tight straps every time you tugged against them. You can endure a little more torture … for MrShigarakis sake.

Kai returned after a while, walking around the table watching your eyes follow him . He paid no mind though, even stopping to pick up each surgical tool to inspect them then place it back down. The clicking of the tools on the glass table made your fingertips flinch . Just pick one, get it over with…

Click

Click

Click

“Pick something!” You couldn't take much more . The sound was like nails on a chalkboard . Every tick made your whole body flinch and the stitches in your stomach ache. Kai put his scalpel down to turn to you , brow twitching slightly.

“Are you yelling at me? Telling me what to do? You want your stupid quirk back right?”

“You're not going to actually give it back…”

Kai reached into his jacket pulling out a gun and pointing it to your neck, pressing the barrel against your cold skin. “I had actually planned to return it to you with this. Because i'm curious to see how it reacts to quirk enhancers.. but now.” He set the gun down with the tools, the loud click sent a wince throughout your body.“You can wait longer.”

The door opened and Mimic came in as his tiny self and climbed up the table to sit with the tools and gun, picking up each one to look at it . Again. And again. And again.

“Mimic will keep you company till you're ready to behave” he waved his hand taking his leave.

Click

Click

Click…

Sweat fell from your forehead , each click made your toes flinch. Your breathing got heavy and you shut your eyes tight . Enduring. As best you could.

•••

At the hideout everyone was ready to go, Kurogiri had a warp gate open and Toga was swirling your blood around in a blood vial , her smile all the way up her face. Twice had a girly backpack over his shoulder and his hands on his hips, Dabi was about to step through the warp gate but Shigaraki grabbed his arm stopping him. Dabi groaned looking over his shoulder to see his Leader staring at Toga.

Toga jumped in place drinking the blood, she turned into you posing with her arms up. “How do i look!!!!”

Twice told her she looked like a slut and Dabi rolled his eyes. Shigaraki stared till Dabi shook his arm free.

“Boss. Lets go get the real one”

Shigaraki nodded slowly stepping through the warp gate with everyone, Twice waved before jumping through to Kurogiri.

••

Click

Stop it…

Click click.

Knock it off….

Click.

“STOP. MIMIC.”

Thud. It was the gun.

Tears fell from the corners of your eyes. It was constantly clicking , non stop for an hour and a half. He never let up , every now and then he would pick the gun up . It felt like every ten minutes he would pick it up and look it over granting you a couple seconds of silence. But everytime he put the gun down you screamed, yelling, crying , begging him to stop. He never did though, never even looked at you.

Click

Click

“Stab me”

Mimic was about to put the scalpel down but stopped to listen to you. You didn't even respond to the sweet silence anymore.

“Mimic stab me with that tool.”

Click.

“Kill me.”

Click.

“Please.” Twitch

Click.

“I'll do whatever you want”

Mimic left the doll appearing next to the glass table stretching . He joined you next to the surgical table scanning over your body. Your breathing was heavy under the white surgical sheet you had on. Your fingers finally stopped twitching to the noise and your eyes were very wide.

“Whatever I want?” He asked standing by your head running his fingers through your hair.

You nodded up at him then looking at the table then back to him. “But you need to stab me after, in the thigh. With that scalpel.”

He unzipped his jeans fishing his cock out and leaning over to grab the tool you wanted so bad. “But I thought you said to kill you?” He leaned over your forehead rubbing his cock in your hair.

“Kai will just bring me back, please, i just want to feel something. Anything. I want to feel you too”

“Oh?” He moved closer to your mouth, turning your head to the side. You licked him tugging at the restraints on your wrist . Mimic moaned reaching out to your restrained wrist, unhooking it for you. You reached up to grab his shaft and he let out another moan.

“Make sure you leave no trace..” he stabbed you in the thigh and your body jerked , you gagged around his cock coughing.

It's alright. It's alright. Just wait. Wait for the right time… you reached up to Mimic pulling him down till his head was near your chest impairing his vision. Your hand slid from his body to your thigh. You fought through your tears and burning pain in your thigh to keep him distracted, no matter what it took.

•••

About 5 minutes earlier Toga and Twice had ran into the Chisaki house as you causing all sorts of chaos distracting the members . Dabi slipped in going the opposite way of Toga and Shigaraki followed him.

They both sneaked around the hideout eventually finding their way down to the underground . Cement walls and long hallways, they checked each door finding nothing. Just empty rooms. Shigaraki was getting impatient . Where were you ? You're in so much trouble when he finds you..

A scream alerted them and both men followed the noise.

•••

Mimic was still leaning over you, nursing his cock down your throat . You couldn't breath but you were almost there. You had yanked the scalpel out of your thigh , your whine muffled enough for Mimic not to hear you. You slid the tool under your neck grabbing it with your restrained hand cutting the restraints off.

Mimic moaned pushing more of himself all the way down your throat. He's close, you've gotta hurry. You opened your left eye to see his chest hovering above you, his eyes were closed and he started to hump slightly. You flipped the scalpel around shoving it right into his balls then his chest.

Mimic screamed out falling back and onto the floor holding his side and his groin. You shot up fumbling with your ankle restraints.

“YOU GODDAMN BITCH” he tried to get up.

You fell off the table , your damaged leg giving out under you . You reached for the table and it fell with you. Blood fell from your hands as you searched the broken glass for the gun. You crawled looking everywhere cutting up your knees and legs . Mimic was dragging himself to you and your hand hit the gun. Quickly you turned it on yourself right when the door was burned down.

Dabi and Shigaraki ran in to see the situation. Mimic grabbed you and you pulled the trigger. The last thing you heard was Mr.Shigaraki’s voice and Dabi yelling.

••

You woke up in your bed all bandaged up and in a pair of grey sweatpants and a shirt . You felt foggy and your arms felt like they were being stabbed. No one was in the room with you but you could hear bickering and sarcasm. You reached down to touch your thigh feeling a bandage wrapped around it. Could you walk? Probably not but you needed to see him.

Your leg gave out once you got up causing you to fall to your knees. Very slowly you pushed yourself up limping till you got to the wall. You leaned on it to support yourself once you left the room. The bickering got louder the closer you got . Your arms were hurting bad by now and you didn't know why.

Could it…? Only one way to know.

You peered over the corner to see everyone except Mr. Shigaraki. Where was he? Was he okay?!? You didn't want to make yourself known yet so you limped to the door that led to your garden. The door was open a bit making it easy for you to nudge it open. You saw him standing by your garden staring down at it, the tabby cat that you made friends with sitting next to him.

Quietly the door closed behind you and the cat looked over meowing .

“Shut up.”

Meow.

“I said -“

“Mr...Shigaraki.”

Shigaraki turned so fast you didn't even see it . He stared for a very long time as if you were a dream or his mind playing a trick on him. Your leg gave out again and Shigaraki rushed over touching your face with four fingers . His eyes wide and his free hand shaking .

“Pet..”

“Yes.. Mr.Shigaraki.”

“What the hell .. were you thinking” his free hand cupped your cheek , his pinkie outreached.

You giggled, crying a tiny bit. “Protecting you. I … i love you MrShigaraki..”

the villain clicked his teeth looking away to hide his faint blush.

You wanted to hug him but your arms .. really hurt.

“Mr.Shigaraki. .. can i ask for something”

“Excuse me?” He looked back, folding his arms. “Ive got half a mind to lock you in that old room for a month.”

You giggled at his answer. “The sun. Please. I just want to see something. After that I will accept any punishment you have for me.”

He brought you out of the shade and over to the garden where the sun was . When those rays hit you your arms stopped hurting, thorns started to appear all over your arms in little stubs . You took in a deep breath standing up on your own . The bandages falling off you revealing healed skin. The garden grew tall and pretty and you had vines coming out of your hands wrapping around your arms. You looked over to see Shigaraki standing now. You had tears in your eyes.

“MR SHIGARAKI!!!! ITS BACK!!! My quirk is back.!!!”

He hugged you, not caring if your thorns stabbed him. You squeezed him tight crying .

“Y/N..”

he looked down at you , his face red. “What?”

“My name.. is Y/N..”

Shigaraki lightly gripped your cheek , rubbing his thumb on your lips. “I'm still going to call you Pet”

You nodded laughing saying that was fine too. You quickly gasped when his lips touched yours . The vines unwrapped from your arms and around Shigarakis instead. You cried hard kissing him back, leaning into him.

Shigaraki pulled away too look at the vines then at you. “Im still going to punish you, Pet. But i need to think of something else. I cant have you in that room now. “ You agreed hugging him.

“Pet.”

“Yes Mr. Shigaraki?”

“Im glad.. your okay. I love you too”

•••

A/N. AUGH I LOVE THIS SERIES ITS MY FAVORITE IVE EVER WRITTIN. Im so sad to have to end it . Thank you for reading and enjoying it with me .

@bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love

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[nyeonisparks]

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST PT. 2

The grip on my throat was firm, breathing seemed out of the question. For once in my life, I was thankful for my uncanny strength. My hands instinctively clenched together, my body shifted on its own, I took a swing with enough intensity to at least get the man off of me. Blood gushed from my adversary. He covered his nose, his smirk never faltering. "You caught me off guard, normal people would instinctively grab their foes wrist, in hopes of them letting go."

"uck," I choked on my words, trying to breathe again. I staggered over to him, clearing my throat. He tilted his head to the side, glancing at me.

"Now, I'm gonna kick your smarmy little ass!" Stepping forward, I swung at him; however, he dogged my attack with incredible speed.

"And why do I need my ass kicked? You were the one who came into my home," He was right, I loathe violence, yet here I am, using it on someone who was just defending their own space. "Hehe, and you said I was the monster, but look at you, hurting an innocent man" no, he's wrong, I was defending myself, he was at my throat.

His eyes looked at me in a way no village had. There was no anger, no hate, no fear. For someone that had just gotten their nose punched in, he didn't seem too frightened of me. "Look, I'm sorry for intruding, I was just trying to escape the storm, and I'm also sorry for calling you a monster," I know how much it hurts to be called a monster too. He didn't say anything, it was almost like he had lost all interest in me. "Is your nose okay?" Even though I didn't start the fight, I felt guilty.

"I'm fine, you can leave now" His tone was bitter, he had turned his back on me,

"Sorry to be a bother but, I have no place to go," I had to swallow my pride and think rationally.

"That's not my problem," anger arose in me, but I held it back.

"Please, can you help me" He looked over his shoulder at me, his nose bleeding at the bridge, my knuckles had scraped off the skin. I felt judged by his eyes. He turned to face me again, walking closer, I was on guard this time, no way was I gonna fall for the same trick twice.

"Beg"

"Excuse me, I don't think I heard you right" I hope to god I didn't hear him right.

"Get on your knees, and beg," His voice was rigid, yet he wore a smile.

"No way in hell am I doing that!"

"Then leave, get eaten by wolves, starve to death for all I care," He shrugged his shoulders. I knew if worse came to worse, I could always go back to the village; however, I had abandoned my friends, I wouldn't be able to face them again, I would be too ashamed. I knelt down,

"Please... Please let me stay," I looked up for his approval. He seemed pleased.

"Good boy" It was faint, but I heard him loud and clear before I could protest, he spoke, "You can stay for the night."

"For tonight!" I shouted, "I have nowhere to go, what am I supposed to do tomorrow!?" He laughed

"Beg again," a low growl escaped me. Of course, the one place I stumbled upon had a sadist living in it with horns and goat feet, who is so kind as to let me stay one night, after begging. What is he, the devil's spawn? Or is he the devil himself?

"I'm Heiwajima Shizuo, I used to live in a village not far from here."

"What caused you to be thrown onto my doorstep?" the man asked.

I sighed,

"I have unnatural strength, when I was younger, I ran around destroying anything that pissed me off or using it to fight anyone who pissed me off" I inhaled deeply before I continued, letting my nerves cool down. "Then I met Tom-san, he was always so kind to me, he helped me pick up some tricks to calm me down, although he would get bullied by the other kids, so I beat them up. Now that we're older, it seems like all the villagers hate Tom just for being around me, I can't be a burden to him any longer." The man nodded along.

"So, you want to become my burden instead?"

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN ASSHOLE!!" He shrugged

"I'm Orihara Izaya," His Arm stretched out, claws emerging like daggers.

"Oh, uh, nice to meet you" Izaya cupped my hand with both of his,

"Will you join me for dinner, I want to hear more about this power of yours" He tilted his hand with a smile. I

Nodded,

Izaya pointed up the stairs, I turned towards the direction. "There is a room on the left, have Saki take you there, I have work to do."

"Work, what kind o-"when I turned to face him, he was already gone.

I trudged up the long staircase, Izaya had descended from. His candelabra sat on the thick corner of the railing. I grasped the light source in my hand

"Ahh, not so hard!" it screeched, startling me. I looked more closely at the candelabra; the design was a girl holding the candles. "Your grip is too tight," she said.

"Oh, sorry," I loosen my hand a bit, "Is that better?"

"Yes, thank you, I'm Saki, by the way," So this was what Saki Izaya had mentioned. I introduced myself and asked about a room Izaya had told me about. Saki was happy to guide me down the dark hallway. With Saki by my side, the darkness shewed away.

"Do you know why the mirrors are smashed?" I asked,

"I can't say for sure," she smiled, but her eyes clouded with sadness. "Izaya-san must be happy you're here."

"Tsk, I don't think so, he told me I can only stay for tonight," Saki giggled, but didn't say anything else. "Why do you think he's happy I'm here?"

"He's lonely," She said,

At the end of the hallway stood a large wooden door, elegant designs were carved so nicely into the wood. A silver handle was dusted over. I opened the door, stepping into the room. A bed layout in front of me. It looked so cozy, and I was so tired. Even though I wanted to give in to sleep, I couldn't. Izaya had invited me for dinner, I didn't give a verbal response, but I had nodded in agreement.

"Dinner won't be ready for a while," Saki informed me.

"What am I supposed to do until then?"

"Read something, that's what I see Izaya-san do all the time."

"I don't know how... to read," I felt embarrassed, my face flushed, and I set Saki down on a nightstand.

"That's okay, Izaya-san can teach you" The thought of that left a bad taste in my mouth. There just is something off with this guy. I don't like him. I laid down in the bed, letting my limbs seek into the plush. Saki watched me from the nightstand. What am I supposed to do? I feel so trapped. Some time had passed, Saki told me to get changed into something more presentable for dinner. I did as I was told, in the room stood a wardrobe. I quickly changed, discarding my old rags for soft silks—a white button-down, with a black and red vest, and complementary slacks. Saki escorted me to the Dinner room. But it was more like me accompanying her as she told me directions. I was guided into a well-lit room, with a full dining table filled with food. Izaya sat at the head of the table. I seated myself beside him, setting Saki down on the table, Izaya glanced at her, and she did her best nod, then descended from the table with the help of a chair. Now it was just Izaya and me alone.

I served myself a plate of food and started eating, I didn't notice how starved I was. Izaya watched me scarf down my meal, not even touching his.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked

"I much rather watch you" Tremors ran down my spine, I shivered at these words. Why was this guy so weird? His claws tapped in a rhythm on the tabletop. I watched them intently, they looked trimmed and clean. "Do you like them?" His voice caught me off guard, and I quickly turned away.

"oh, uh, sorry, I didn't notice.." I trailed off, facing my attention towards him as he pulled on my hand,

"You can touch them if you want," he said. I took his hand into my own. Rubbing my thumb over his smooth nails. Their deep black color didn't stop at the nail, the darkness traveled till the bend of his fingers. As I kept looking, I noticed feathers prickled out at his wrist. His long sleeves encased the rest of his arm, but my curiosity made me long to see how far up his arm the feathers ran.

"They're pretty," I admitted. Izaya's beaming smile wasn't unusual, but what surprised me was when he rose from his chair and gripped the back of mine. "You know..." he lifted my chin up, enticing me with his somber eyes. "You're not so bad yourself," he purred, he was so close to me. My cheeks heated and I looked away,

"W-what are you doing" my voice was uneasy. Suddenly Tom's words came flooding back to me,

"until he became aware of his selfishness."

"Do you think I'm a fool.." my attention shifted to my lap, blonde lockes covering my heated face. I could feel him trying to tilt my head back towards him. Even though he’d lose this battle. He hummed "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me, I get it now, why you let me stay, why you had me come to dinner, and why you're trying to kiss me… you think the curse will be lifted by a kiss? You really are selfish" The air went stiff. Pulling away he hissed out,

"How predictable," bearing a pained expression, eyes glaring into me, it was clear that my predictions were right, he only gave me the option of staying here so he could use me to break his curse. He couldn't defend his actions from the truth. "Why did you have to come here, did she bring you here out of spite?" I could hear the gritting out his teeth,

"What? Who are you talking about?"

"The fairy" I watched him dip his claws into his wine glass, his features faded back into his smug smirk. A swift motion of his hand that had been dipped into the wine sliced at my chest, I was quick to back up, my chair getting knocked over in the process; however it had already been too late, a wound started spewing blood from my chest. "Now, you will be staying here with me," I was frozen. "Did you think I came unprepared? Obviously, there was a chance you would figure out my plan, it wasn't a very elaborate one" He snickered, "So I had a backup, what was in my glass wasn't wine, it was poison, I had one of my servants make it for me. It’s a slow working poison, so it won’t become deadly for about a week or two."

"What the hell!" I shouted

"Don't worry, there's an antidote, but you’ll only get it if you help lift the curse. However, if you don't lift it in time, you will end up like the rest of the unfortunate,in a ditch, dead." He cackled out, "Isn't this fun?"

"I shouldn’t have left the village” The realization hitting me too late, I had let myself get poisoned.

This wasn’t my original idea, I was inspired by a post @shizaya-incorrectquotes reposted. I’m pretty sure the creator of this writing prompt was @whowhatmeow

[juminsmysticmc]

I know the request box are closed but I didn't want to forget this hc ..& I rly I just thought of hc what if the s/o from rfa had a fight with mc and due to the spark of the mc got out & drank her sadness away and then the bar owner toke her phone to call their s/o but when they reach the bar to pick up mc she refuses to go with them since she didn't recognise them and start to trash them while praising their s/o and due to that mc wake up in the next morning already made up with each other...

Mc gets drunk after a discussion and says nice things about them when they try to pick her up, mistaking them for a stranger

Hii! So I know that you told me to please delete the ask but something you must know about me is that I always go against the words of older and that I couldn’t delete this nice request so, I hope you can forgive me! Enjoy! 

Jumin

,,I know that you have a lot to do, and I’m not complaining because I feel lonely, but I’m worried for your health for God’s sake!’’ you whined.

Jumin just watched you.

,,You keep getting to work early and then come back late in the night and you never eat! Your sleep schedule is a mess, Jumin!’’

,,Maybe you don’t know what it feels like because you don’t work, but I have a lot of responsibility,’’ Jumin talked back.

You looked at him and you thought you didn’t hear him well. Did he just say that you don’t work?

,,Ah, so the work I do for the RFA is a game? The work I accomplish twice a week with Jaehee is a game too?’’ you asked him, chuckling nervously as he ignored your words.

,,Go to hell,’’ you snapped and took your jacket, running outside.

You just walked away as quickly as you could. You didn’t care that it was in the middle of the night and that it was cold.

Half an hour later, you arrived at a bar and sat down, ordering the strongest drink the barkeeper had.

,,Aish...So dizzy...oi, more!’’ you mumbled and put up your glass.

,,Miss, you should stop…’’ the keeper whined, feeling bad for you.

,,My husband-’’ you began to whimper but stopped, looking angrily at the keeper.

,,I’m still thirsty!’’ you whined.

The barkeeper decided to act on his own, taking your phone out of your pocket and calling a number.

,,Mc, where are you? I’m worried and I’m sorry, let’s talk-’’

,,Sorry, Mister, are you perhaps the husband of the owner?’’ the barkeeper asked Jumin, watching you while he talked to Jumin.

A bit later Jumin arrived, followed by his bodyguards.

He first thanked the barkeeper and then took off his jacket, ready to give it to you to make sure that you stayed warm.

He then tried to take you out, but you began to go against him.

,,Let go of me, idiot!’’ you moaned, pushing him away.

Jumin didn’t even move one millimeter.

,,Don’t you know who I am?’’ you asked him angrily.

Jumin chuckled. 

,,No, who are you?’’ he teased you.

,,The wife of a handsome CEO! Jumin Han! He won’t listen to me, but he’s amazing! While you’re here he’s working to make sure that in the future, me and his family will be alright…’’ you mumbled, looking at him now.

,,He is so cute and handsome...I miss him...I miss his warmth...But I still won’t go with you!’’ you hissed, but then fell asleep on his chest.

,,I won’t make you miss me again, Mc. I’m sorry, my love…’’ he whispered and kissed your front, finally carrying you out like a princess.

Zen

,,I SWEAR! WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME?!’’ Zen yelled at you.

Tears were already flowing out.

,,I trust you, but I don’t trust other women!’’ you yelled back.

The both of you just argued because you had the feeling that he was being way too touchy with a woman.

Zen shook his head, making you feel hilarious.

You glared at him and suddenly got up, running out of the apartment.

Zen just watched you go and as soon as you were outside, he let his body fall down on the ground, trying to stop his heart from beating crazily.

,,Again...today I just can’t get drunk…’’ you whined, taking a shot of your favorite drink again.

The barkeeper looked at you. He felt bad for you, but nothing could stop you now and he knew it.

He decided to go out for a moment to call Zen and advise him that you, his girlfriend, were currently in the bar, since he knew the both of you already.

Almost an hour later, Zen arrived breathless.

He looked around. The lights were darker than usual and the bar was pretty empty for a Saturday night, but he still managed to oversee you no matter how many times he looked around.

Panic grew and his heart was beating crazily.

Did the barkeeper send you out like that? 

Did something happen to you? Were you perhaps in danger?

Zen already went through a lot of scenarios until he finally saw the man in a black suit waving.

He quickly approached him and saw that your head was lying on the table.

You reeked. You had drank too much and he knew it.

He softly touched your shoulder, trying to wake you up.

,,Let go, idiot...I’m waiting for my boyfriend,’’ you hissed.

,,I am your boyfriend,’’ he said clearly.

You looked up, your eyes were red and swollen from the tears.

,,Not true, my boyfriend looks better...he’s nice...it’s me who isn’t good enough…’’ you hiccuped, making Zen feel bad right away.

Zen tried to stroke your shoulder, but you quickly pushed him away.

,,Don’t. My handsome boyfriend will get sad...if he still wants me...apparently I’m not even good enough…’’ you whined.

,,Why are you thinking that?’’ he asked you, curious for your answer.

,,He won’t even ask me to marry him.’’ you began to sobb suddenly and got up. 

,,Go away, I will walk back to my boyfriend…’’ you moaned and then stumbled in his arms, fainting from the alcohol.

Zen thanked the man and paid your bill, shocked at the amount you drank.

He was indecisive since he wasn’t sure whether he should bring you to a hospital, but decided to let you rest at home.

The next day you had a terrible headache, but at least you found a question in your soup.

With noodles, Zen asked you if you would forgive him and instead marry him, making you tear up in happiness.

Yoosung

Tears kept flowing as Yoosung didn’t even look at you.

Both of you were already married for so long, but there were still times when both of you would do nothing but argue.

It was again a time where neither one seemed to understand the other.

The silence between the both of you was just too much for you to bear and so you left the place you called home.

You walked as quickly as you could with your white shoes.

It was already pretty late and usually you would be scared to be on your own, but the hate and disappointment you felt right now gave you the strength to walk.

Suddenly, cold drops hit you.

You looked up as the cold rain came down quicker, falling onto your face and mixing with your salty tears.

The only thing that showed other people you were crying was your loud sobs which echoed through the empty streets.

Your feet stopped walking forward and instead your eyes met a bar.

Warm air hit you and the smell of alcohol made you unsure if this place was something for you.

However, you still dared to sit down and put your phone on the table.

The bartender looked at you, waiting for your order.

Your lips moved on their own as you read out the various drinks.

,,Such an ass…“ you mumbled in a drunken state.

Neither you nor the bartender by now knew how many drinks you’d had.

All he knew for sure was that you were totally drunk and that someone tried to call you for a long long time.

At some point he simply picked up.

,,Hello?“ he asked, observing you.

Yoosung on the other side stayed silent.

,,Hello? Do you know the owner? Answer, please,“ the bartender almost begged.

,,Y-yes!“ Yoosung responded, panicking.

Why would a stranger pick up?

,,The lady is currently drunk. Please pick her up or else I have to notify the police,“ the barkeeper said.

,,No! No no no, I will come in a few seconds! Please tell me the adress!“ Yoosung begged.

The bartender asked for your personal dates like the color of the shirt you were wearing to make sure, that Yoosung wasn’t dangerous and then said where you were staying.

Indeed, the blond haired boy barged in, approaching you immediately.

You, however, had other plans when he begged you to come along.

,,I will call my husband!“ you yelled.

,,I am your husband!“ Yoosung desperately answered.

You looked at him. Your eyes scanned him, but you still shook your head.

,,Yoosung is higher and looks better. Besides, you mister, look so rude and not kind at all, but if you would know my husband you would notice how different you are!

I just love him soooo much...I could never like you!’’ you blabbered and then smiled.

Yoosung blushed at your words and then sat beside you, listening to your words until you finally fell asleep and he could carry you without any problems.

The next morning you had a bad headache. You felt sick but someone stayed by your side and stroked your hand and then handed you a bottle of water.

,,I will give you a light soup. Take it easy...I’m sorry for yesterday. Can we make up?’’ he asked you sweetly and gave you a kiss on your nose as soon as he saw you nod.

Jaehee

Since a few weeks ago, the both of you had problems.

Not only financially, but also mentally.

Both of you wanted to adopt a child, but something didn’t work out and you lost the adoption.

When you wanted to get pregnant, both of you agreed that you would be the one carrying the baby, but then something didn’t work out and you two thought that God wanted to punish you, making it impossible to become a family.

You were so frustrated that you even thought about giving up.

Jaehee asked you to do a diet in order to make it possible for you to become pregnant, but suddenly you felt as if you were too stressed out.

The diet was a fiasco and you quickly fell into your old habits like drinking soft drinks and eating way too many unhealthy snacks.

That’s how your fight started.

,,You don’t want a family at all, huh?’’ she mocked.

,,Jaehee, are you kidding me? Every method we’ve tried was done with my body, not yours, MINE!’’ you snapped, raising your voice.

,,You are the one who’s not doing anything! YOU!’’ you ended your speech, running out of the place.

She didn’t even call my name, you thought as your legs moved on their own.

You hid yourself in the first bar you saw, drinking your sorrows away with alcohol.

You didn’t mind anymore.

,,Yaiaiaia….’’ you blubbered as you ordered another drink, not understanding anything anymore.

You felt dizzy and you knew something was wrong, but you didn’t know how to prevent it.

,,Yes, she’s still here...she drank a lot...yes, please pick her up,’’ you heard.

,,Are ya tryna to kidnap me?’’ you asked, but fainted.

Shortly afterwards, you felt someone tapping your arm.

,,Go away, kidnapper! I won’t follow you!’’ you screamed, trying to get away.

,,What are you even saying?!’’ the voice hissed.

,,I will never go with you,’’ you began ,,Jaehee is my only love for now and forever! Take a good example! She looks good, unlike you! And she’s giving her best at everything!’’ you said, raising your finger.

,,At everything? Are you sure?’’ the voice asked you.

You just nodded ,,Like always, unlike you…’’

Afterwards, everything turned black.

Bright sunshine fell on your face, making you notice that you were in your cozy bed next to your girlfriend.

,,So, how does it feel to get kidnapped?’’ Jaehee asked you with a smile on her face.

,,Shut up. What are you even talking about?!’’ you hissed, hiding your face.

Jaehee kissed your lips and afterwards mumbled a soft, ,,Sorry’’

Saeyoung

The hot tears just wouldn’t stop flowing down your red cheeks.

Your heart was beating crazily and your throat was sore after you yelled as if the world was going down.

A hot discussion just found its end after you barged out, taking one of his cars and racing away, your vision blurry by the teary eyes.  

It was dangerous as heck, but you didn’t mind anymore.

Saeyoung and you were at the end of your nerves.

The wedding and the personal problems, as well as Rika, was hitting both of you.

Not to forget that Saeran was living with the both of you too.

,,Next one!’’ you yelled, pushing your glass forward and waiting for the next filling.

The ice in your drink didn’t even have the chance to melt since you were drinking them as if it was water.

One hot drink after another, one by one down your throat, enjoying the hot and almost firey feeling.

,,Miss, shouldn’t you stop now?’’ the bartender asked you, drying a glass and observing you.

,,Are you in a relationship…?’’ you asked him.

,,No, miss, I’m not,’’ he responded.

You looked up at him and tried to read his name ,,Hyu...Hay...H..? Whatever. I will call you Hyung,’’ you paused ,,Hyung, don’t get yourself a girlfriend or a boyfriend,’’ you began.

,,A lot of problems and hardships and everything which is left afterwards isn’t even love!’’ you mumbled the advice and slowly closed your eyes.

,,Thank you,’’ you heard and then were lifted up.

You immediately tried to fight against the person who was carrying you.

,,Let me down you ugly idiot! If my fiancé would see you, he would fight you immediately!’’ you shrieked.

,,Ah, yes. Is that so?’’ he asked you with an amused voice.

You nodded. 

,,He’s handsome and intelligent...hard working and kind...nothing like you, weak ass!’’ you hissed again and then slapped your hands in front of your mouth.

,,Sick!’’ you yelled out and -

The next morning you woke up, Saeyoung’s eyes were red and you wondered why.

,,I’m sorry…’’ he mumbled and kissed you.

,,I’ll do my best to never make you angry again…’’ he mumbled, stroking your head.

,,Why the sudden change of heart?’’ you asked him, smiling.

Saeyoung shed a tear. 

,,Your words...and my car…’’ he explained.

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