#i didn't proofread this so apologies if there's bad grammar lol

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes

Yandere!Aventurine who pampers and dotes on you like no other. All of your outfits ooze luxury, matching his color palette and aesthetic to a T. Whenever he takes you on extravagant shopping trips, he always returns home with at least five bags hanging off his arms, insisting on carrying them for you. If he makes reservations for dinner, best believe there will be the most showstopping, mouthwatering foods you have ever seen, smelled, or tasted. He'll take care of it all.

Yandere!Aventurine who likes taking you to casinos, even if you don't particularly care for gambling. He'll have you sit next to him as he plays poker, flashing you a mischievous smile as he goes all in. Of course, he wins.

Yandere!Aventurine who tells you his past in hushed conversations at night, memories merely whispered between trembling lips. His hands reach for yours, grasping them like if he lets go, he'll fall into a dark, unescapable abyss.

Yandere!Aventurine who needs you like a fish needs water or a bird needs to fly. He says nonchalantly with a casual smirk that you're his "good luck charm", but you are so much more than that to him. You soothe the scars in his heart and blanket his sleep in sweet dreams. All this superficial glamor and wealth he flaunts don't even hold a candle to your value.

Yandere!Aventurine who can't stand the idea of you leaving. He'll clutch you tightly at night and keep an eye on you in the day, making sure you're safe and protected. He'll buy you anything, give you whatever you ask for. The one thing he isn't willing to give you is your freedom. After all, he'll take care of it all.

[valenishere]

Hello, I just read your post for the Imposter Au for Sagau involving a certain...beast from DnD, and I have to say I adore the idea, I may not wish to write for Imposter AU but I do enjoy browsing it and your is a wonderful concept.

I have heard the fan song made about that creature's lullaby enough times to picture that haunting melody playing as it hunts down anyone that dares intrude in its domain, steadily growing in power more and more as it feasts and grows.

Imagine it devours one of the Archons, their guard let down for just the most minute of instances as they feel something is wrong, and gains their powers, and with it a taste for their powers, one by one the nations fall into chaos as the False Hydra grows in power, a lullaby echoing across Teyvat.

Until at last it is called to aid its master in deposing the Imposter and throwing the world into chaos. Then and only then does the song fade, as sky scraper sized necks and heads turn towards Celestia, soulless pits for eyes meeting horrified gazes of the Celestial Gods as countless mouths stretch into grins.

At least that is the image that comes to my mind, I apologize if it is a mess but I am quite tired at the moment lol.

That said, stay safe and take care.

Sagau Idea prt2, prt 1.

[oooohhh ok this just gave me an idea (sorry for replying so sooo late)

Read the first part for more context. A bit of a uhh messy context but it works trust. As usual this will not be proofread and will very likely have very bad grammar. An attempt to write semi okay was made here. Also uhh poor attempt at writing smth great i dunno im kronked out

Mentions of injury, implied murders, blood, and implied cult

By now, you've probably figured out, Falseh is in fact, the homebrew monster, the False Hydra. Sings songs that makes people forget it exists and once it eats people, the eaten are forgotten completely too. Like they never existed in the first place.

In the first part, you(the hunted imposter) made Falseh to try and save yourself from getting killed. And it worked! Maybe a little too well. Because after getting a proper meal for the first time in almost a year now, right in the middle of the city of Liyue, AND getting a peaceful bath, your mind turned. And it turned.

And it didn't go to a nice place. How could it?

After having the fear of being impaled engrained into your mind not even an hour of arriving here, months of torture from sleepless nights, paranoia, and starvation, months of being subjected to unbridled hate from the people you loved, the very same people who wishes for your death from the bottom of their heart, and who caused you unbelievable amounts of grief and loss?

You don't want to think anymore. You can't.

They killed your characters. Your beloved characters.

With your last child... you want to find out just how far you can really go.

It was almost laughable how easy it was to get to the palace. That overextravagant palace built in the horizon. So big and shiny. And so out of place. Something that clearly shouldn't even exist at all.

The hailed "Creator" lounges atop their grand throne, rows upon rows of servants waiting at their beck and call. The face they claimed as their own shows naught but satisfaction. They have found a new way to expand their army. After watching what that imposter keeps doing, they thought, why not make their own?

It was brilliant! With twice the amount of pursuers, not even that elusive imposter would escape for long. They've already been informed by the Tianquan herself that the imposter is close to their grasps, and that it won't be long before their head is presented before the throne. Oh they just can't wait. Once that pest is gone, they'll finally be the one and only True God.

However, their thoughts of victory was quickly interrupted by shouts rights outside of the throne room. They click their tongue in irritation.

Which blithering fool dares make a ruckus in the All Creators domain!?

It's you.

You're the one causing a ruckus.

But to think that they'd make this much fuss just because they noticed you for the first time since walking inside. Although to be fair, they probably just thought that no one would just dare to waltz in into THE Creators castle, even if it is unguarded at the front.

Just being in this place grates your nerves. The sparkly hallways, the tacky extravagant furniture and drapes, the vibe, everything. You hate this place just looking at it from the outside, and ever since coming inside, you hate it even more. But you can tell that Falseh is very happy, so you suppose there's that.

He's been having lots of snacks starting from the gates after all.

The way that the guards immediately point their weapons at you to attack, only to disappear the next second makes you laugh a little every time.

And it's extra funny because the people beside them never reacted to their companions disappearing in the blink of an eye. Because to them, there was never anyone beside them in the first place.

You almost feel bad. You think you recognize some of those people. Brightly colored individuals. A flash of dark blue, someone with big ears, some reds, and... some other colors. But you honestly can't care less. You can't tell them apart anymore after all. They all just look... faceless to you.

It isn't long before all sounds ceased, and the creator leaned back against their chair.

The hailed "Creator" lounges atop their grand throne, rows upon rows of servants waiting at their beck and call. The face they claimed as their own shows naught but satisfaction. They have found a new way to expand their army. After watching what that imposter keeps doing, they thought, why not make their own? They could use them as guardsmen to their castle as well! It's brilliant!

However, their thoughts of victory was quickly interrupted as the door to the throne room was thrown open with a loud bang. They click their tongue in irritation.

Which blithering fool dares make a ruckus in the All Creators domain!?

It's you.

You're the one who caused the ruckus.

You took slow steps into the room, surveying your surroundings with disinterest.

'God... just when I thought I couldn't hate this place anymore than I do. I get shown this.'

You recognize some of them this time. The strongest ç̷̼̱̮̔͗̅̿ḩ̵̱̖̪͊̇̀̂͆̄̕a̴͔͎̜͔̾ř̴̡̬̤̱̝̗͚́̽̊͑a̷̦̥̩͈͋̑̾̈́̅̑͑c̴̳͓͕̲̓̔̊͝͠͠t̸̡̧̤̘͓͍͍̎̆̃e̸̢̨͓̾̃̊̃̀̏ŗ̷̮̰̂͐͋̋͝s̵̨̛̩͈͚̹͊̏̚ ý̸̹̦̻̘̱̉̍o̶̧̡̧̧̟̪̺͙͙͓̦̺͈̥̞̠͖͍̣͕͌̓̇̍̈́̀̒́̃̓̔̅̉̇̄̾͆̽̆̾̓͒͂̑̃͌̚͘͘͜͠͝͠ũ̷̟̞̤͚̪̰͚̥̰͇̍̏͐̽̄͛̂͛́̌̓͗̂̽̅̆̄̄̽̿̚͘̕͝ ̶̡̛̫͙̣̗̰͚͍̟̠̟̳̤͕̖͎͎̮͔͍̉͌̇̆̔̿̎̅̇͒͛̐͗̊̋͊́͑̓͊͜͜͝͠b̶̡̢̡̛͖̮͇͓̮̲̘̹͓͈̞̤̻̭̬̻̱̬̗̩͈̤̖̗͖̈́̅͊͌̊̄̂̋̑̓͆̓̈́̈́̈́͊̿̓͛̏͌͐̇̋͆̊̌͘̚͘͠͠͠ú̵̢̝̟͚̥̭̭͚̮͉̟̤̫͇̻̩͓̫̎̌į̴̛͈͙̥̯̟̖̥̤͎̫͙͉̟̟̫̝̘͚͎́͂̾͗̎͊́̎̉̒͋͛̽̓̋̓̍̈́̇͑̓̓̀̌̇̏̾̕͝͝͝ḽ̴̢̡̢̢̲̞͎͕̙͈̝̪̭͓̞̪̼̝̜̈́ţ̸̡̡̛̳͓̭̺͔̠̘͎̲̘̠̺͈̖͓̙̬̤͍̞̦̱͇̞̒̀̿̊͌͒̀̐́̑͂̌͛̄͋̌̎̐̋̾̅̾̇̓̋͘̕̚͜͜͠ people you know, waiting at the feet of someone who'd toss them aside at a heartbeat.

They truly do look pathetic.

Like unloved dogs who has given their undying loyalty to the first scoundrel who tossed them some maggot infested scraps.

They're just painful to̸̡̡̨̝̺̹̫̤̠̼͔͓͓͒̔̾̂̐̃̿͒͆̔̈̆̕͠ l̶̢̨̛̥͎̹̣͕͍͉̱̭̫͈̜̮̪̞̖̞͒̉́̂̊̿̌̑̌̒͑̍̓̅͠͠o̵̧̡̡̝̲͕͚̲̟̞̭̣͎̓̽̓̈́̓͆̓͠o̸͇̍͆͋̕͜k̶̰̩̙̰̩͔͙̽͆́̋͊̓̈͊̀͋̒̑̇̔̊̿͝͝ͅ a̶̢̧̨͈͚̱̙̦̬̺̜̫̮̬͔̖̙͔̖̥̤̥̎͒͑͌͐̍͛́̊̒̈́̏̀̆͒̾̎̈́̐̆́͘͝͠ͅţ̷̢͉̯̯͍̹̩̬͇͓̮̦̯̣̪̺̝̳̹̪̗͔̞̈́̋̍͛̑͌́̂̉͋͛̇̿̓͋͌̃̈́͘͝.

The hailed "Creator" lounges atop their grand throne, the face they claimed as their own showing naught but irritation, their eyes narrowed at the figure standing in the middle of their throne room. There may be no one with them at the moment, but this dirty peasant has the gall to stand before the True God without prostrating themselves!? How utterly despicable!

Who does this blithering fool think they are!?

"Wha̵̢̧̨̛̛̘̤̼͚̪̩̘̯̥̬̞͚̰̼͚̱̘͖̗̍͛͛̿̂̒́͆̑̕̕͝t̴̨̨̨̧̛̪̠̪̲̼̜͖͚͉̤̠̳̰̼͙͙̗͍̰͕͖͔̲̼̖̭̳̮̼̤́̐̀̉̓́̀̆̀̃͂͆̔͆̈̃̋̿́́̿̐́̈́̎̐͘̚̕͘͜͠ͅ-̵̡͈̠̲̳͚̠͎̣̙̙̱̣̟̪͙̪̙̺͇̍̈́̋̔̐͗͗̋̅́͒́̐́̈́̊̔̉͑̀̔̉͆̇̂̅̈̿͌́̆̋̇͂́̿͊̀̓͒̕͜͝-̵̧̧̧̨̛̤͔̯̹͔͇̲̮̙̮̦͕̟̗͚̣̫̪͙͉̟̦͓̫̪̬̜̥͈̭͚̼͎̥̪̼̝̯͎̋͊̂̄̍̂́́̆̋̐͑́̍͑̀͗́̌͗̓̅̽̇͆͒͋́̆̈́̎̆͌̎̕͜͜͝͝͝͝"̸̧̢̛̻͚̗̱͇͍͙͎͔͇̰̗̠̑̓͛̀́̀͗̈̓̇̂̌̃͋͘͜͝͝

The Creator's throne glitters within the light of the throne room, barren and standing tall, awaiting its rightful owner.

A lone figure stood in the middle of the room, looking up at the grand throne with disinterested eyes.

It's you.

You stood there.

You stood in the middle of the empty grandiose throne room, feeling your skin crawl just standing in the presence of such a... symbol of error. A symbol of oppression.

And you know that the longer you stay in here, the more you'd want to keel over and hurl.

So you turn around, walking away from the empty seat.

And you know.

The song has stopped.

And you hear it. All of it.

Bones snapping. Breaking. Flesh, tearing. Squelching as it is bitten through.

Hell you can smell it pretty clearly too.

All around you, you see. Pools of blood. Bloodied weapons with no owners to be found. Dismembered limbs scattered across the floor, which was soon snapped up by tendrils of flesh, teeth grinning as it chews on its food.

The cacophony of grotesque sounds, sight, and smells is most definitely disgusting.

Although oddly enough, it's also somehow comforting.

As you leave, a listless hum leaves your lips, the song that has stuck to your head after being sung in your ears for quite a while now. A few words slips out.

"--... Dulcis puer~... dulcis puer~..."

.

.

.

.

.

.

You stroll across the city, refreshed and with a skip in your step. People looks at you and found themselves smiling as well.

"My isn't that one a jolly fellow."

"They must've had quite a great adventure then."

"Oh for sure! Just look at how happy they look!"

Oh and you sure are. It has been weeks since then, and you still see remnants like statues and temples and shit, but no one has mentioned anything about a higher all true god for so long.

You were a bit worried about the technicalities of Falseh's power, but it seems you have done it. No one is no longer hunting you, the artificial life that were created by them were promptly cleaned up by your kid, and no one remembers anything about them ever existing anymore.

You can go the city, eat wherever you want, talk to whomever you want, without fearing for your life. You still kept your face hidden and adjusted your voice when interacting with people, but as you know, habits die hard.

You have never felt so relieved. Relaxed.

It's finally over. Now you can--

What's that giant float?

You approach one of the workers, looking up at the... extravagant float. Just looking at it is... making your skin crawl.

"Uh, hello. Is there-- is-- is there a festival coming? Looks... lo--looks pretty big."

The worker laughs, patting your shoulder roughly. "No need to be nervous my friend! It is the time for great joy after all!"

You laugh awkwardly, wincing. "And-- and remind me again-- for-- For what? Exact--Exactly?"

"Why, for the celebration of course! Where we pray for blessings and offer up tributes to our one and only God!"

You blink at him, dumbfounded. "... to Morax?"

He laughs again, like you've told the greatest joke. "While we do have celebrations like these for Rex Lapis as well, this is different! This is the day of our reverence to the True God, the Creator! Surely you have a day like this in your country too--"

You felt your stomach drop.

Oh no.

Oh no.

[prkersdiva]

coffee + post it notes- s.r. x barista! reader

a/n: I am so bad with titles omg sorry! I literally had a dream about this so I'm turning it into a little blurb! I have never written for Spencer before so i hope this is okay haha :) this was longer than i expected omg lol

warnings: minimal proofreading, use of bold and italics, I apologize for grammar or spelling mistakes

wc: 1,126

Spencer was not having a great morning, he was not anticipating the rain to be as heavy as it was and just as luck would have it, his umbrella got stuck and was not helping to protect him from the downpour. Spencer sighed in annoyance as he bolted and nearly lost balance as he got on the train, the ride was not bad but there was one thing he needed more than anything:

coffee.

Spencer is not a coffee drinker at all, he drowns his coffee in lots of sugar that Derek teases him for which is ridiculous, he needs the sugar! He was early enough, he usually is one of the first people to enter the building, but he didn't want to wait for coffee, he needed the caffeine as soon as possible. Spencer stops in his tracks when he sees a quiet coffee shop that is very close to work, and he has no idea how he has never seen it before. Spencer pushes open the door to The Thinking Cup Cafe and the smell of coffee and pastries hits him all at once but there's a third smell that hits him that most people don't pick up on, but Spencer picks up on it immediately.

The smell of books.

Spencer sighed happily, his bad morning long forgotten as he took in the shelves of books that lined the walls and the quiet bustle of the morning rush of people getting their caffeine to start their day. Spencer walked up to the counter to place an order, but he almost tripped over himself when he made eye contact with you. You were really pretty, it made him extremely nervous.

"Hi! What can I get for you today?", you ask with a smile on your face and that smile warmed him instantly and he hasn't even had a sip of coffee yet.

"Oh- I'd just like a medium black coffee with lots of sugar, please", Spencer hated the way he nearly forgot how to speak because of you. You were just a barista at a coffee shop, and he could barely get a full sentence out without stuttering.

"What's your name?"

"Spencer"

You smiled softly as you made his order, and your friend eyed you curiously as she watched you write out a little note on a post it note and folded it and tucked it behind the order receipt that you attached to the cup. Spencer thanked you for the coffee and headed to the office, he sat down at his desk and took a sip of his drink, but he caught sight of the post it and his eyebrows furrowed as he took the note and opened it and read:

I hope you have a good day :)

Spencer smiled and folded the note and tucked it away from prying eyes, he wanted to keep this a secret even if it meant nothing.

You looked forward to seeing Spencer even if he never came regularly which made you develop a tiny crush on him, you missed him when he didn't come in, you swore to never get hung up on a guy like this, but he felt...different.

Two weeks went by, and he had finally returned to your coffee shop and your coworkers took note of how you visibly glowed and they thought it was hilarious.

"You are a lost cause", your friend had whispered to you between handling customers, and you ignored her. Spencer scanned the shelves of the books, picked up two books and walked to the counter.

"Hi! welcome back! What can I get for you?", you felt like a little girl with a crush, but you couldn't help yourself, he just radiated kindness and he piqued your interest probably because you barely knew anything about him.

"My usual, and these two books, please", Spencer said shyly, and you found him incredibly adorable. You got his coffee for him and wrote out another note and stuck it one of the books, you decided to make it your thing with Spencer even if it never went anywhere, you enjoyed your little fantasy.

Spencer got back to his desk and opened one of the books and saw another note which made him feel warm inside, he liked that it was your own way of communicating with him, he felt special.

You are starting to become one of my favorite customers but don't tell anyone!

The smile on Spencer's face was huge and being a profiler surrounded by profilers, they were curious. JJ was the first one to make the step to approach Spencer because he rarely smiles like...that. She was intrigued.

"What is making you smile so much?" JJ asked and Spencer frantically packed his things away and stuttered out an excuse that was not believable at all.

"I'm betting it's a girl" Derek said as he watched Spencer at his desk for the fourth week in a row smiling brightly with a faint blush painting his cheeks. Emily nodded in agreement as she pondered what to do next. Penelope left her office to see what the huddled group was discussing, and her face lit up at the mere thought that Spencer had found someone.

"When can we meet her?"

Spencer nearly fell out of his chair as he busied himself with paperwork, but he knew he couldn't not answer her because she is persistent especially when it comes to her friends love life.

"It's nothing like that, I don't even know her name! She's just nice and very pretty", Spencer mumbled as he avoided Penelope's eyes. Spencer adored Penelope so he couldn't not spill the details to her.

Despite his best efforts, he walked into the coffee shop with Penelope, Emily, JJ, and Derek. He found himself looking at you while you were talking to a coworker, he just wanted to know you more than just the barista who gave him his coffee and slipped in notes.

"Spencer, hi!", you said as you smiled at him, and Spencer waved back with a goofy smile on his face. Spencer felt his face heat up at all the words of his friends praising you, he wanted to hide.

Spencer left his friends and walked up to you and you both fell into easy conversation as if you were friends for years and soon enough you both had to go back to your jobs, but you didn't want this connection with Spencer you had to end.

As if he read your mind, he scratched the back of his neck before speaking. "I don't want this to be over"

"It doesn't have to be, do you want my number?"

Spencer was grinning ear to ear as he pondered what the future held for the two of you.

[wigglebox]

It's weird you said people who natively speak English need a beta over ESL people. I'd want to click out of a fic if the author was ESL with little proofreading over native English tbh :/

i guess i understand that, however my argument is that once i had a German as a first language beta reader and when i asked them to look over my grammar [and then story components, that's another big thing with betas!] they caught a lot of issues.

i say 'especially english as a first language' writers i'd want to see more betas and proof reading for because like

i'm likening it to when you're drawing something. one of the advice always given and one i didn't follow until recently is that you should always flip your canvas. because no matter how comfortable you're getting into your drawing, that can be a bad thing or something that hinders how it turns out.

because... you're getting so comfortable with it and you have a mental image of what it's gonna turn out like, that your brain is going to start to skate over the mistakes. and sure as shit, if you wait until the very end to flip your canvas, you're gonna see some wonky shit lol

so with english speakers, those of us who grew up speaking it, we become so complacent with it. we forget basic grammar we don't care about certain punctuation etc etc. i mean you can even tell by how casually i'm writing this answer that i'm not paying attention rn. my Grammarly indications are all over the place while writing this.

whereas, people who are fluent in english as a second language, they put harder effort into learning it bc they had to learn it whereas we learn English while growing into it.

so someone who speaks German as a first language and English as a second language, and is fluent, is likely to catch more errors than I am. I am English speaking, I've just spent months writing this 80k fic, things are blurring — you need fresh eyes.

And so if i come across a fic where the author says "I apologize for any errors, English isn't my first language" i know that it's likely that even if they don't say it, it really was proofread and likely proofread by a native English speaker because ESL authors can be self conscious about that.

so if i'm gonna see a few mistakes here or there in an ESL author's fic, Im more okay with it than i am with an English as a first language author just not going to a beta or even proof reading themselves just bc they wanna throw a fic up.

*again, this is more for like, the longer fics. shorter fics of like 5k and below i'm like whatever about tbh bc i throw short things up without betas as well.

so the tldr: english speaker grow complacent and what i call 'language blind' where ESL authors are already on high alert while writing in a language that they weren't born speaking.

[sharpwin101]

“EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”

N.B. Hey guys, I'm re-uploading this narrative due to previous grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. mistakes. I'm completely bad at proofreading lol, and didn't take the time to read over, but after receiving some very impactful feedbacks on twitter, it gave me the motivation I needed to somewhat correct these mistakes🤞hopefully enough, finishing this fanfic, which I must say I'm quite excited for you guys to read.

  S2 EP16 “EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”,

  CHAPER 1

I don't get it?  As tears stream down her cheeks,

Her thoughts raced as she remained in front of her bathroom mirror long enough to get agitated by her own self-pity. 

She understood that harboring such feelings would not only be self-destructive, but would keep her trapped, she was mentally stronger, and refuses to let it sabotage the barrier she has construct throughout the years.

She knew conquering and embracing Max’s indecisiveness, was just a question of time. That continues to fail him terribly, repeatedly, to define them, what they meant to each other, wondering how much longer, if not impossible, it will be for him to embrace and overcome his own fetters to unleash what he truly feels. 

Will he ever? she’s impel to believed, naively unaware of her imperceptiveness to his true desire, behind his barriers, causing her to suspect mistakenly,

Questing “does he feels the same” 

She paces back and forth, flipping her heels off with a small grimace, scattering them on the floor.

Fervently turning to her living room, with an instant wipe of her tears, in the direction of the liquor cupboard, pulling the first wine bottle her hand came across, desperate for a wine opener, she run-walk towards the kitchen, leaving nearly all of the drawers open while probing through.

She spotted the opener. Yes, yes! Clutches it obstinately, relieved. 

As she holds the bottle inverted between her knees, she struggled to open it a bit, her mind still being indistinct after their encounter, temporarily forgotten how to open the wine bottle.

(The wine cork flew free)

She hastily turns it to her head, gulping it down as if she didn't have time to consume it a bit slower, inadvertently spilling it on her. 

Crap!

Returning to the bathroom in search of her robe, while undressing herself and gulping more wine down her throat.

Being the clean freak she is, immediately after, she brought her clothing towards the laundry room, as she senses the impending intoxication looming over her.

(Crash)The wine bottle slipped from her deft grip and shattered on the floor. 

she slowly slumped to the floor, leaning against the laundry door for support grappling to sit up. While her clothes slowly unfold from her arms, As she casts a longing glare into space.

She ruminate aloud, frustratedly. 

What is wrong with me? Staring up towards the roof, as though she was seeking answers to all of life's unanswered questions from a greater Entity.

Why I’m I so unlucky?

I fought on, knowing that I wasn't even sure whether I'd be ready too, if you chose me then or now, she added, laughing.

All the walls I've worked so hard to build, comes crumbling down whenever I see, I can’t comprehend it. 

As she gently holds the nape of her neck, breathing deeply, with her left hand  supporting her head, while facing down. I don't want to lose control; I can't lose control.

You say these significant things,

you look at me in the way you do, and then you do nothing?  How can I fight for that?

You asked me why I did what I did, despite the fact that you already knew the answer. I asked you to define us; 

what exactly, this, we are?  as she motioned for answers

I've given you so much, and I tried so hard not to but it's as if all my rationale goes out the window when you're in danger. (laughing sarcastically at her self). 

For God sake, you yelled at me.......... whenever I try to help.

I have these fantasies about you before getting out of bed, I've tried to ignore it; believe me, I have (laughing) 

now I'm just here talking to myself.

As her gaze wandered around the room, she became irritated by the smashed wine bottle. 

   “ FIGHT FOR US”,

CHAPERT 2

(KNOCKING) She tilted her head, confusedly glancing towards the front door, wondering if it was the alcohol or someone was actually at the door.

Struggling to get up from the floor, as she continues to listen attentively to hear whether the knocking was coming from her front door. She slightly slipped when grabbing for her phone on the kitchen counter, to check the time.

11:43pm

Tightening her robe as she wiped her face, pondering, a few names flashed through her mind, But why would they not call? silently muttering to herself. Her phone started to ring as soon as the knocking ceased. Resuming her attention to her phone, which lids up, displaying "Dr. Max Goodwin” with a slight discontent look, she responded, still gazing at the door, nervously biting down on her index finger.

What, what do you want? She answered. 

"I'm at your door; will you let me in?". Quickly swallowing her saliva, her heart races, instantly lowering her phone to her side, with a million thoughts rushes through her head as she looked at the messed she had created, quickly ending his call. She began picking up her clothes from the floor and rushed to the washroom, staring at her flushed face, unbothered at this point and didn't care whether he noticed she was crying.

She trudged towards the front door, spotting her bed slippers and pulls them on.  Briefly pausing before opening the door.

There he was, standing in front of her. Casually dressed, in blue jeans, a grey    t-shirt, and his black jacket, which she had seen him in before.

Trying not to look into his eyes, but he has already peered right into hers. Struck by how small and delicate she looks outside the walls of the hospital, becoming completely lost in her eyes, unable to speak. 'Um, I... What are you doing here? she asked, before he could finish his sentence.

Were you crying? With a slight head tilt, she rolled her eyes irritably as she turns her back on him, leaving the door ajar. What are you doing here, Max?, her voice raised rather than normal. The frustration in her voice perplexed him. I wanted to ‘Um, before noticing the shattered wine bottle on her floor. 

As she reaches to get the mob and dustpan from the storage area adjacent to her kitchen. He watches her as she teeters, shutting the drawers that she left open earlier.

As she approaches the spilt wine on the floor, she kept her eyes lowered trying not to look him into his. He detects her shakiness as she extends the broom over the shattered wine bottle. No! he said, with no intent, to say it so loudly. Reaching his hands towards the broom.

Let me help, she still persisted. He gently withdrew the broom from her grasp when she walked away towards another section of her apartment, as his eyes followed her.

He disposed the shattered glass in the trash can, placing the mob and dustpan into the already opened storeroom.

In search of her, he returned to the living room area. noticing she had her back to him, curled up on her couch in a sitting position, fully wrapped in a blanket that matches the color of his shirt.

He stood behind her for minute before approaching.

Placing his hand on her shoulder as he walks to the side of the couch. She shivers at his touch just enough for it to go unnoticed while still looking down.

Seating next to her, he tries to get her attention. Helen, she did not respond. I'm sorry.... As he questioned. Are you okay? Placing her right palm on her forehead, displaying a tiny discomfort. She muttered, I have a minor headache. ‘Um, do you have any pain relievers? Instantly patted his forehead after, quickly realizing she wouldn't be able to take it seeing that she was drinking. Hastily corrects himself, do you want me to make you some tea? she fixes her gaze on him.

Please let me make you tea, while he makes his usual puppy eyes at her.

She gave her approval with a nod. Where are your…...? Instructing him with a finger while drawing the blanket back up to her shoulders. He stood up lively, walking towards her kitchen, absolutely taken aback by how tidy and organized her apartment looked.

Already knowing what kind of tea because they both enjoy it the same, reaching into the pantry for the box of tea bags on the lower shelf, pulling a cup from the washer and placing it on the hot water kettle. He spoons in 1/2 teaspoon of sugar exactly how she likes it. While leaning his back on the counter.

As he waited for the water to heat up, he indulged in his thoughts, gazing around her kitchen.

The whistling from the kettle stopped, with relieved he turned around, adding the hot water to the tea bag and returning to her,

With a wide smile on his face, he hands her the cup, she noticed he didn't have his wedding ban, she looked into his eyes as her hands extends to take the cup. He noticed that she noticed, with a little distance between them, he sat beside her in silence. 

on her third sip of tea, he glances at her and proceeded to apologize.

I should never have let you walk out that door, ‘I, I.... I have tried to hide this.  It's been hard,

It almost drove me completely insane. As she looked at him, intently listening 

I've tried to hold back, since the day we met.......................... It's been eating me alive knowing I felt this way while being married and had already started a family,

but I can't deny that I haven't felt this, not any more, he remarked, shaking his head.

For the longest time, I felt guilty, knowing I had felt this way about you,

if I let you slip out of my life, without trying, to fighting for us, I will not survive it, 

I see you, Helen. it’s just that sometimes it takes me a minute, to remember what matters more than anything, you.

He drew closer to her, as she sets the tea cup on the center table. Helen, 

I’m ready to fight. Fight for you, for Us. 

Every time you've been near me, I've wanted to do stuff to you, imagining what it would be like. 

You are undeniably BEAUTIFUL and sexy, and I need to have you, in all the ways I have been dreaming of.

She swallows her nonexistent saliva as he got closer. With her mouth partially open, uncontrollably batting her eyes at him. She searches his eyes, while he searches hers for permission, to touch her, intimately. Placing his left hand on the right side of the back of her neck sliding his fingers upward, gently holding on to her hair, a rush of adrenaline prickled her stomach, as he watched the whooshing of her breathing, thinking how soft on silky the growths of her hair felt.

She needed him to touched her, she needed to grip him closer, but her body was weak, weak to his touch. As they stared intensely at each other, their faces being only a few inches apart, tightening his grip on her hair, causing her to slightly tilted her head back, finally freeing of her temporary paralysis, she grabs hold to his muscular arm with her left hand, while clutching his side with her other hand.

He knew he was in charge, and she wanted him, his lips being a inch closer to hers, her eyelids, fill down slowly closing.

Their lips touch, as their bodies tingles, her chest rises, left her feeling like she had no air. The instant chemistry they felt, was uncontrollable. His thinking slowed when his lips met hers. Time becoming unknown, as if he were in a dream, how warm and crazily soft her lips were.

As they draw each other deeper and further into each other's sanctum, thrusting herself up with a knee for support. 

Has he pauses, looking intently into her eyes, slowly begin rolling her robe over her shoulder.

In complete awe of how clear and smooth her skin appears, while stirring her down. He notices she was wearing a black lace bra that matches her thong, which complemented her skin tone well, lost in her eyes, before entirely removing her robe. As she gets back up on both knees, yanking his jacket off, while he impatiently helped her to removed his shirt.

Unbuckling his belt, she unzip his jeans. Holding her by the lower portion of her cheeks, he punches his tongue into her mouth. Resting his back on the couch, hoisted her up on top of him.

feeling her body, with both his hands on her waist, recognizing how small it was in comparison to her hips, being considerably wider. She bends her knees and places her hands on the couch over his shoulder. As his tongue trails down her neck, while unclipping her bra, struggling a little.

Carefully pulling it off, her hands fill to her side, looking down at him, when he stroked her breast with his hands, causing her head to fall back uncontrollably, as a rush of adrenaline went to her vulva, gasping harder as he places his mouth over her tit, slowly sliding his hand into her thong concomitantly.

He gave her a look, realizing she was already lubricated, as she gasped for breath somewhat dropping her upper body backwards as his hand quickly supported her back, her mouth flew wide open, when he slid his index and middle finger in an upward motion on her clit.

She moaned loudly as he stroked it faster, her body slipping in and out of his grip, being a fraction of a second from an orgasm, he halted.

He hoisted her up positioning her back laying on the couch, with one of his hands intertwined with hers above her head. He opens her legs slightly with his bent knee, while she bends her knees up to give him access. Passionately kissing her while caressing her clit with his right fingers. Her heart races. As he drags his tongue in between her breasts, he releases her hands as he went down further, trailing his tongue towards her navel, causing her tummy to jerked.

He elevates his head up as he pulls himself down more to her vulva, while holding on to her hips. He tasted her, swiftly clinging to the cushion behind her, unable to keep her legs steady as he licks her clit. (she rapidly gasp for air).  

She weakly tries to pull him up, with her orgasm being at it’s peek, moving back towards her lips, as they exchanged sensual glances. Using his hands as a support to keep himself upright while holding on to his already-erected dick. He puts the blanket under her back to elevate her slightly.

Penetrating her. Max, she screamed, quivering and gasping for breath, as she looks deeply into his eyes, attempting to caress the side of his face, (while she bit her bottom lip, as he went in deeper, she clutches onto him.

His sweat drips on her skin, as he moans, they couldn’t get enough of each other.

As he penetrates deeper, harder and faster inside her, he tightens his grasp around her waist. As they drew closer, their moans became more even louder.

Fuck! he shouted as he ejaculated his semen into her, simultaneously in the instant of her orgasm relief. They both felt to the ground. Looking at each other, completely in awe. 

He extends his hand to the side of her face, pulling her in, to cuddled her.

[gidleboo]

Jealous

an imagine where you were having a shitty week which only became shittier as you see Shuhua and Soojin together.

requested by: @jffbuckley

Word Count : 1,404

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You've been feeling annoyed over the stupidest things the past few weeks and it drove you crazy. Like when the cabinets won't close so you start furiously banging on them, or when the TV remote won't work which made you slam it hard on the couch.

What's worse was that your girlfriend is busy practicing all week for their next comeback and you're all alone at home with no one to comfort you.

You just got into the shower and when you reach for the shampoo bottle, you find it empty. You slam it to the floor and kick it angrily as you sigh to yourself, "The hell is wrong with me."

. . . . .

While you were scrolling through Instagram, you get a notification from Shuhua which immediately caught your attention. You opened the message and read, "Hey baby! Pick me up from the studio and let's stop by R/N, my treat :)"

(a/n: R/N means restaurant name for those who didn't understand xx)

You smile wide at your girlfriend's text and replied, "I'll be there in 20, love. See you!" and you quickly got up from the bed to change your clothes. You two were finally going to spend some time together and you couldn't be more happier.

You had so much to share and wanted her to talk about how their practice is going as well. You put on a simple white hoodie and black leggings paired with white shoes as you tie your hair into a messy bun.

You started heading out your shared apartment and when you thought nothing more could go wrong, someone bumped into you and accidentally stepped on your white shoes. Your white fucking shoes.

You started feeling your anger rise every second the person apologizes and you wanted to hit them so bad but instead gave him the fake "Its okay" reply just like you always do.

The moment they were out of your sight you started cursing and bent down to wipe your shoes with a tissue. You threw the tissue at the wall when the dirt wont come off and decided to just clean them once you get home.

You put on your earphones to listen to music to hopefully calm yourself down.

. . . . .

You were almost there and let Shuhua know that you were coming so that she could get ready to leave when suddenly another person bumped into you which made you drop your phone.

Apparently, it had been raining last night so your phone dropped into a small puddle of water. That was the last straw and you yelled at the person, "Dude what the fuck?! Could you look where the fuck you're going next time and not drop other people's phones?"

They immediately apologized as their face turned red and they handed you a napkin to wipe your phone with which you angrily took and stomped over once you were done.

A bunch of people were staring at you but you didn't care. You were feeling really shitty the whole week that you just exploded. You started walking faster out of rage. You just wanted to see your girlfriend with no problem, is that too much to ask?

. . . . .

You finally arrived and texted Shuhua you were there, wanting her to come meet you downstairs instead of you making your way to their dance studio since you were way too tired to move but, of course, Shuhua tells you to come up. "Babe at least say hi to the other members, I'm still gonna change clothes."

You groan but followed her anyways.

You took the elevator and walked down the hall you've been to before at least twice. It's been months since you last visited and so far nothing much has changed.

You reach their studio and hear their song "Oh My God" playing from outside the door. The song was about to come to an end when you knocked and decided to let yourself in.

You see Shuhua turn to look at you as she happily shouted, "Y/N is here!" You smiled softly and the song came to an end once you sat yourself down at the back of the room.

Everyone let out a breath of relief and Soyeon announced, "Good job you guys, let's take a break for 2 days. Hello Y/N." Soyeon smiled at you and went to her bag to wipe her face with her towel.

"Baby!" Shuhua ran to you and you panicked, seeing that she was all sweaty. You sigh and gave up as she hugged you tightly with the other members laughing at you both. "Shuhua, get off you're all sweaty, baby." You whine and try to pull her off your body but she doesn't let go.

"I missed you so much, you know?" Shuhua looked up at you and her face fell a bit seeing that you were a bit down. She held your face with her hand, "Baby, you okay?"

You gulped and shook her off and chuckled a bit before saying, "You're just sweaty, that's all." Shuhua laughed and pushed you. "I'll go change my top and we can go leave." Shuhua sat you down, telling you to wait. Minnie sat down next to you and gave you a smile that you returned.

You hear your girlfriend scream from across the room and you turn to see her and Soojin laughing hard at one another. You couldn't help but purse your lips at the two, the familiar feeling of annoyance slowly rising inside of you.

Shuhua started taking off her top in front of Soojin and you felt your eye twitch. "Shuhua." You called out before she could take off her top and she turns around to look at you, "Yes?"

You open your mouth to scold her but you shook your head instead. Shuhua looked at you funny and took off her top. You clench your jaw seeing Soojin's eyes wander as you look away. You liked Soojin and all but today was just a really fucked up day for you.

Shuhua changed into a black shirt and grabbed her bag before calling out to you, "Baby lets go!" You merely gave her a nod and started heading for the door without her which made Shuhua blink a few times as she felt a bit flustered.

. . . . .

The two of you settled for chinese food while Shuhua rambled on about her day as she mentions Soojin's name here and there. You didn't bother to listen once she started sharing about what she and Soojin were talking about.

Word after word about Soojin went through your ear and out the other until you finally got fed up and accidentally yelled, "Okay, I get it! Stop talking about Soojin as if she's the only one you see!"

Shuhua raised her eyebrows at you in shock, "Baby, what are you talking about? I was just explaining to you the concept of our new album." Shuhua said. Your face turned red from embarrassment as you realized what she said. You were really going crazy, imagining nonsense.

"Nevermind." You stuttered as you leaned your head on the table. Shuhua started smiling and brushed your hair through her fingers. "Is my babygirl jealous?" Shuhua teased while you sighed.

Shuhua laughed and you raised your head with a pout on your face. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, I don't know what got to me. This week was just really shitty." You leaned your head on her shoulder.

Shuhua rubbed your thigh in a comforting way, "Its okay baby, I understand. At least we can spend tomorrow and the day after with each other. Love you!" Shuhua grabbed your face and kissed your nose and you giggled.

. . . . .

You two were back at your apartment and the time read 7:03 pm. You were extremely exhausted and just wanted to sleep with your girlfriend cuddling you. "Baby, come join me." You call out to her as she ran in your bedroom and collapses next to you.

Shuhua giggled before turning off the lamp as she yawned. "Go to sleep babe," Shuhua said before hugging you and lifting her leg and placing it on top of your body. You smiled when you suddenly sneezed. You gasp which made Shuhua lift her head, "What's wrong babe?"

You immediately ran to the bathroom and Shuhua turned on the lamp. Shuhua sat on the bed with concern as she waited for you to exit the bathroom. "Baby, you okay in there?" She called.

You then exit the bathroom and said, "Baby I have my period."

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guys what even is this? my grammar is so bad xx

imma go proofread this later midnight since i still have 3 imagines to write skcnhd

thanks for requesting @jffbuckley and for using the prompt numbers 9 and 30

hope this wasn't too bad lol thanks for reading❣