#it is VERY DIFFICULT to sing through yawning

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: Losing a part of you never seemed too difficult but luckily for you, the big brown-eyed dork attempts to play knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 1.3k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

A bright ray of sunrise shone into the shared chambers, as Jacaerys sat up and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes. He yawned, stretching his muscles. It was a beautiful day. You lay next to him, peacefully asleep, your silky locks draping over the pillow. He smiled to himself recalling the wondrous night together. You mumbled something as you were still sleeping, your breathing was slow but your hands were moving slowly as you were dreaming about something. He couldn't get over how utterly beautiful you looked even when sleeping. You slowly open your eyes and your smile widens as you see Jacaerys looking at you. Your bright eyes twinkle under the sunshine and you quickly wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as you kiss his lips gently.

It was like the first time every time. The soft brush of your lips, the warm embrace of your arms wrapping around him. Your touch felt like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. He pulled you closer, cradling your head in his hands. Your beautiful hair tumbled loose from its braids, cascading down your back. "Good morning, my love," he whispered in your ear once pulled away from the kiss. "Good morning darling." You replied with a smile before resting your head on his shoulder once again. You wrapped your arms around his body. Your fingers ran up and down his chest, exploring the muscles. You kiss his neck tenderly and lean closer to him. The touch of your breath makes him shiver.

The feeling of your breathing on his neck sent chills down his spine. His body shuddered with pleasure as you stroked the muscles he worked hard to have. Your fingers danced across his skin, sending shivers of ecstasy through his body. You had never felt so close, so real, so tangible within his grasp. He felt your body pressed firmly against his as he kissed the top of your head. He got out of bed, still feeling the lingering traces of your touch on his skin. He dressed quickly in a plain tunic and trousers of soft leather, with a belt and sword strapped around his waist. He walked out of your shared bedchambers and made his way down to the courtyard.

You walk through the gardens with your dog by your side. The sun is shining and birds are singing. You enjoy the calm and peace. You think about what happened last night. Your thoughts are full of pleasure. you think about how gently Jacaerys touched you, how soft his hands were and how his lips melted into yours. Your thoughts also remind you of how he looked at you. His eyes were full of love and passion for you. It felt like a dream come true. As he stood watching his men drilling, his thoughts would often drift to the wonderful night that had passed. The warmth of your lovemaking, the gentle caress of your hands, the look of love in your eyes, each and every one was a precious memory that he would cherish for eternity. The sun shone brightly overhead, filling the sky with its glorious light. A cool breeze blew through the gardens. It was a day that seemed like the very embodiment of perfection.

As a week passed, you have always been someone Jacaerys could rely on, sharing his laughter and joy. However lately, he's noticed a change in your disposition, a darkness that he hasn't seen before. You've been acting withdrawn and distant, and even when you're together a sense of sadness seems to surround you. He worries about your wellbeing and he wants to help, but he's unsure how to approach the situation. Even as he asks the question after another long quiet day. "Are you alright darling?" Lightly nodding your head "Oh, I'm fine," You reply quickly with a smile. The last thing you want to do is worry him. You hope you can keep pretending everything is okay. He is so sweet and caring and you don't want to burden him with your problems. However, the truth is you've been feeling unhappy and alone lately. You know you should talk to him about it but you're afraid he won't understand your struggle.

Despite your attempts at concealing the true nature of your feelings, your partner is no fool. He can see through your fake smile and your forced nonchalance. His kind eyes are full of concern and worry, as he stares at you. "Are you sure?" He asks, his gentle tone conveying his concern. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You know you can't keep pretending everything is okay. You needed to be honest with him. You look at him and his sweet concerned look melts your heart. You feel guilty for not being able to pretend everything is okay. You know he knows you well enough to understand that something is wrong. You want to tell him the truth. You feel like you should. So, you take a deep breath and finally, you speak your mind.

You tell him about how much the death of your dog affected you. You can't help but get emotional as you reminisce about all the moments you shared together and how much the pup meant to you. Jacaerys listens to you and he understands how much it hurts to lose a close friend. He leans closer and holds you in his arms. He hugs you tightly and kisses you, reassuringly. You lean into him and wrap your arms around his neck, sobbing on his shoulder. While he listens to you talk about your grief, he offers words of comfort and support. He holds you tightly in his strong arms, offering his warmth and protection. He kisses your forehead and wipes away your tears, assuring you that everything will be okay. He tells you how brave you are for letting yourself be vulnerable and expressing your emotions. He gently pushes your hair out of your face, as he whispers words of encouragement and affirmation. "I know it's been hard, but you're very strong and you'll get through this. I'm here for you, always." He said softly and confidently, holding you tightly as if his words could shield you from all the hurt and pain in the world. He wiped away your tears again, kissing your forehead and letting his lips linger a bit on your warm skin.

You let him hold you tightly and you bury your head into his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. It feels so good to feel his love and comfort. You feel safe and protected in his arms. After some time, your tears stop and you pull away from him, wiping away at your wet cheeks. But you're still emotional, so he wipes away your remaining tears. He leans forward to give you a sweet kiss on your lips. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him. "I am here for you," he says quietly, as he strokes your hair and looks into your watery eyes. "I understand how much you loved your dog and how much you miss him. But even though he is gone, he will always be in our hearts. His love and memory will forever remain with us." His gentle and compassionate words are exactly what you need to hear in this moment. His warm and understanding presence is comforting and comforting.

"Thank you for being here for me," You reply softly, his words mean a lot to you. You lean your head against him and he hugs you tightly. His warmth is soothing and you feel like you can be yourself around him. You feel lucky to have found someone who understands you and is always there for you. He holds you close and you close your eyes, enjoying his presence. As you lean your head against him, he sees your lips curling into a small smile, almost imperceptible, but he can tell from your eyes that you were truly grateful for his kindness and understanding. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, holding him close, as if you never wanted to let go.

"I'll always be here for you," he replied softly before kissing your forehead. "Your pain is my pain. Your joy is my joy. I am here to stand by your side, to listen and support you, no matter what comes our way."

[steveharringtonat3am]

Sunday lovin'

wc: 648

warnings: domestic bf!steve, food and eating

You wake up slowly, sun streaming in through the blinds. Steve’s strong arms are wrapped tightly around you. He feels so warm that you don’t wanna move for the rest of your life. But you do start to stretch, squirming gently out of his grip.

“Where are you going?” Steve’s morning voice whines in your ear. You turn to face him, smiling softly.

“As much as I’d like to stay in bed with you, I have breakfast to make for the two of us.” That makes him hum happily but he pulls you tighter to his chest.

“You could keep snuggling with me?” He kisses your temple, sighing happily.

“Baby…you’re gonna be very hungry in about thirty minutes so how about I make breakfast, bring it up, and we can keep cuddling?” He sighs dramatically, letting you go.

“Fine! But if I die due to lack of cuddling you better write on my headstone that it’s your fault.” He pouts as you climb out of bed.

“Oh relax you big baby!” You ruffle his bedhead, kissing his forehead quickly before heading into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Steve pretends to sleep but you can see the eye cracked open as he watches you hum along to a song that’s been stuck in your head for a week. He was so grateful that you had agreed to move in with him. You were so sweet all the time and he did not know how he survived without you.

Meanwhile, you head into the kitchen, pulling out some turkey bacon, eggs, and your blueberry pancake mix. You turn on some pop music, singing along as you start to make breakfast. You try to be quick, knowing that eventually Steve will get impatient and come down here and you really don’t wanna bother him.

He’s been working a lot lately, the job at his dad’s firm practically killing him. He hates that people know he’s the boss’s son, and especially hates how people expect him to be useless. You know the job drains him so you figure breakfast in bed is the least you can do.

You pile the plates high with bacons, pancakes, syrup, and sunny-side up eggs. You balance the plates on a tray with two tall glasses of orange juice. When you finally make your way upstairs, Steve is already sitting up.

“I wanted you to be sleeping baby!” You pout as you set the tray on the nightstand. He smiles regardless, reaching for the delicious smelling food.

“If I was sleeping I would have missed listening to your adorable singing!” He winks as you set the tray on his lap.

“Oh just eat your pancakes.” You grin anyways, sitting next to him and taking your plate. He smiles, cutting himself a large bite and shoveling it into his mouth.

“This was so worth you climbing out of bed!” He chews with his mouth full, smiling when you shoot him a disapproving look.

“You deserve it baby. Been working so hard lately.” You start to dig in too, humming when it tastes pretty good.

“I haven’t been working that hard.”

“Yes you have. I know that being at your dad’s firm has been…difficult so I wanted to do something nice for you!” You shift to sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re so sweet…I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I know!” You boast, content to sit in silence with your adorable boyfriend and eat your breakfast.

Soon enough, your stomachs are full and your plates are empty. You set them on the nightstand, curling up to him again with a yawn.

“Morning nap?” He suggests and you smile, eyes already starting to close.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.”

[pinkchangelingdemon]

RENT

My landlord was an asshole. His name was Scott. Always complaining about doing the bare minimum. I froze for two whole months waiting for him to repair the heating, but hey! don't be late with the rent or he'll kick you out the next day!

One of my neighbours, Ms Everett, a charming old lady, told me that things weren't always like this.

-You see, Scott's mother owned the building. She was a lovely woman, always so helpful. She even organised "rooftop barbecues" from time to time for the tenants to mingle - she said with dreamy eyes.

-That sounds really nice, Miss Everett

Then her expression shifted.

-But two years ago, she got sick. Everyone visited her at the hospital, except his own son Scott.

-What a massive asshole.- I said, not really surprised.

She nodded.

-Sadly, I agree. After she passed, Scott inherited the building and her money. Some tenants couldn't stand him and left. I... can't leave... so it's always nice that good people like you coming to live here.

The way she said she couldn't leave was strange, but another thought came into my mind. I had to tell her.

-Scott... he's going to kick me out, Mis Everett... I lost my job and didn't pay the monthly fee...

-Oh child...

She got sad, but I could see in her eyes she was planning something. Maybe I was imagining it.

I was desperate. I couldn't go back to my hometown to live with my homophobic father. Not again.

-Maybe I have a solution for you - she finally said serious.

Hope at last.

-I'll accept whatever it...- I started to say before someone interrupted me.

-HEY! YOU OWE ME MONEY, DUDE!

It was Scott.

I started to tremble.

-Scott... I... I...- I stuttered

-DUDE! I DON'T WANT FUCKING EXCUSES!

I was scared, but at the same time, I was a little aroused. Scott was a douchebag, but he was hot. The image of him angry in his sweaty and revealing gym clothes was making it difficult to decide if I was scared or turned on.

Then, I stared at his bulge, visible through his gym shorts.

He saw me distracted, and followed my gaze.

-YOU FAG, YOU ARE SO OUT OF MY BUILDING, DUDE.

Then I remembered we weren't alone. I din't want Miss Everett to be part of this.

I looked at my right, but she wasn't there. I breathed relieved. For an old lady, she really was sneaky.

-YOU PAYING ATTENTION, DUDE?

Scott pushed me.

I wasn't able to keep my balance and I fell to the ground.

My head hurt. I didn't know if it was from the fall, but I was hearing a woman singing in a language I didn't understand. The voice was somehow familiar.

I yawned.

All the problems, Scott, my father, my head... seemed foreign to me. I was feeling very tired.

-The fu...- Scott tried to say sleepy.

He closed his eyes and was about to fall on top of my tired body. My body didn't respond. I saw him fell, but before the impact I lost consciouness.

...

I opened my eyes. I was in Miss Everett's house?

-The fuck...?

I panicked. That was Scott's voice, but I was the one who said that, right?

-Shh child, you need to rest - Miss Everett reasured me.

I breathed relieved, closed my eyes again and sleep.

...

A few hours later, I screamed.

-WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?- I yelled shocked staring at my now big and muscular arms.

Then I looked at the rest of my bigger body. Pillow pecs? abs? muscular legs? a beard?

In disbelief, I connected the dots. That wasn't my body and I was wearing Scott clothes. I was my asshole but hot landlord.

From the stress and the fall I must have finally lost my mind.

I massaged my pecs, they felt pretty real and amazing.

Then, I flexed my right arm and sniffed my armpit. That was my landlords smell, or... my smell?

The realization of being in my sweaty landlord body woke up my now bigger dick trying to get out of his shorts.

-OHHH FUCK!- I moaned.

In my previous twink body, that thick dick would have destroyed me for sure.

I moaned again at the thought of getting some action with this stallion.

My hands pulled down the gym shorts I was wearing. Of course, Scott's package matched in size with the rest of his body.

I began to stroke my borrowed dick, while my other hand started massaging my hairy sack to finally move to my hairier and probably virgin ass.

The masculine moans were louder, and hearing my landlord voice only made me more horny. After all, I was making the body I had been lusting moan without control.

I was so intoxicated by the power and pleasure of this body that I completely forgot I was masturbating and loudly moaning in my neighbours couch.

After a few minutes of exploring that sweaty hunk body, I felt my cock tensed up. With a primal but masculine moan my previous body could only dream to emit, I released load after load of my landlords cum.

My furry chest and the couch were a sticky mess.

I felt so euphoric and still so horny that I licked all of the cum I could. Savoring the taste of MY cum.

While I was licking it, I heard footsteps approaching.

I stopped abruptly with drops of cum in my beard.

It was Miss Everett, but she looked younger?

-Well, well, dirty boy, I see you are enjoying your new life,uh?

Something was definitely wrong with her. She looked younger, her voice sounded somehow masculine? And her kind expression was now sharpened and smiled, but not like a sweet old lady. There was something evil in his gaze.

-Miss.. Miss... Everett.. I am so sorry- I said ashamed trying to cover the snake bouncing between my legs with a cushion.

She laughed but with an strange echo.

- Don't be, child. I am after all the one who made you look like this.

- Wait, what? - I yelled surprised.

- You are so naive, child. I like that in a man. - she smiled - You see, I'm a demon. I wasn't always like this - she said pointing at herself with disgust while getting older again- but someone trapped me here, inside of this building, in this female flesh a long time ago.

"A demon? Yeah, why not?" I thought.

If I somehow possessed my landlords body, demons being real wasn't really a big deal.

- But... I saw you outside the building many times.

She took a deep breath.

- This flesh can leave and she doesn't know for how long she has been alive, but me, a male demon, I am doomed to stay and wait for her return, only to be a passenger of her boring life.

-Oh, I see... - I tried to keep my cool- but why help me and not yourself?

She smiled rejuvenating again.

- I need your help, dummie.- she smiled again- Also maybe all of these years inside this woman made me a softie.

-A favor for a favor, I see...- I hesitated- What do you need Miss... demon?

-Oh just a drop of your blood and I need you to say "I free you, dude"- She said mocking Scott's voice.

I took a step back.

-My...my blood, why?

She shook her head.

-Not "your" blood, I need the blood of the asshole heir of the greatest son of a bitch who trapped me here.

She pointed at me to state the obvious. Scott's family was connected to the demon.

-You really need my help, uh? - I said with Scott cocky actitude- what if I don't help you "demon"?

The old lady sighed.

-Here we go again... First, demons aren't evil, well some of them are... I'm a lust demon. I only care for pleasure and sex, not harvesting souls and shit. - she explained annoyed, but then her expression shifted. She was deadly serious now - Second, if you don't help me... I'll make sure that Scott beats the shit out of you before you go back with your "dear" father. Don't fuck with me, child - her expression shifted again, now she weared Miss Everett charming smile like a mask- Third, don't forget if you help me you win this sweaty hunk and all his money, sweet child.

I looked at my pecs and muscular arms. Then, I thought of my shitty father waiting for me in my hometown.

-We have a deal.

She gave me a needle.

-Just one drop, dear.

I pricked one of my fingers.

-I free you, demon - I said solemn with my landlords voice.

Miss Everett licked with her old tongue my finger.

That was so gross. I looked away for an entire minute.

-It's done - said a masculine voice which sounded similar to Scott's.

I looked at the demon. He was an exact copy of my naked landlord body but with red eyes.

He massaged his dick while biting his lip.

-Oh fuck, how I missed having one of these.

I was so turned on looking at him enjoying himself that I massaged my identical dick enjoying the views.

The demon smiled seductively at me. Then he looked around him annoyed.

-Ugh, I can't stand another second in this fucking building.

He scratched his naked ass and a red card appeared in his hand. He gave it to me.

-Meet me here, and we'll have a good time - he winked at me while rubbing my crotch.

I closed my eyes while moaning.

When I opened them, the demon had already left.

I scratched my borrowed beard wondering what just happened. Not too much though, because Scott's dick... I mean... My dick was demanding attention.

I opened the door of my new apartment, removed my sweaty gym clothes, releasing my hard dick, ready for round two.

Part 2?

Part 2:

[crazychaoticizzy]

Stranger Than You Dreamt It

She let curiosity get the best of her, and found out that maybe her Angel of Music wasn’t an angel at all…

WARNINGS: mild memory loss, Eren gets a little mad

Word Count: 1.2k

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Her head was pounding, something that sounded like a discordant piano melody playing faintly in the distance. Y/n clenched her teeth, softly groaning as she fully regained consciousness.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she waited until her bleary vision was clear before looking at her surroundings.

She was under a pile of blankets, her hand gently petting a fur pillow to her right. The bed she laid on was large, the silk sheets engulfing her and making it difficult to leave.

Sheer curtains hung around the bed, and a small light fixture hung above her. It looked secure enough, but the flame lighting the candle stood dangerously to the thin fabric hanging from the ceiling.

She drew the curtains aside, watching to make sure she didn’t hit the flame before she stepped out of the bed. She stretched her body, lifting her arms above her head and yawning. She glanced around, trying to remember how she had gotten in the cluttered room.

She searched her memory, remembering swirling mists upon a vast glassy lake. If she closed her eyes, she could see the cave and it’s romantic lighting. She could count every individual candle in her mind and feel the odd warmth they gave the chilly cave. A boat rocked as she stepped inside it, glancing around in awestruck wonder as someone rowed her along.

That someone was tall. She remembers he wore only dark colors and didn’t look at her until the bottom of the boat scraped against rock. He wore gloves, the satin smooth against her skin as she took his hand and—

Y/n opened her eyes. She was no longer in her own head and it was cold. So very cold. Her blue sundress did little to provide heat. She glanced around again, her attention snagging on a doorway.

She cautiously took steps toward it, peeking around it and seeing the glassy lake in her mind. She stood starstruck for a moment, taking careful steps on the dias that overlooked it. The piano melody was no longer discordant, now a sweet melody that trilled and made her soul happy.

Y/n’s gaze moved to where the music came from, and she saw a man sitting at a piano. His back was to her, so he didn’t see as she took slow steps closer.

This had to be her Angel of Music. It had to. There was nothing dizzying about him like when she was around that other man. Her mind was clear and she was completely conscious of what she was doing.

She bumped into a candelabra, reaching out to grab it before it fell. A candle slipped from its holder, falling into the lake with a sizzle and catching the mans attention.

The music stopped, and he turned his head. He wore a mask that covered everything on his face except his lips. They tilted up as he watched you fix the candelabra, and he disregarded you to continue playing.

When his fingers tapped the keys again, it was a different melody. You recognized it as a duet from your most recent performance, and after a couple notes the masked man started singing.

His voice was everything it was meant to sound like, dark and seductive, luring the heroine into a false love.

She stepped closer, finding herself gently caressing his shoulders as she followed along in the music.

Eren Yeager. That was the name written in the upper left corner of the paper. That was the name of the conductor that wrote every play and opera performed in the Eldian Opera House.

That was the name Y/n’s Angel of Music had told her to call him.

Her hands slowly moved along his neck to glide through his hair. It fell over his shoulders, unlike the bun he had it pulled into that she remembered. She mindlessly ran her hands through the silky strands, lightly scratching his scalp as he continued playing.

Eren faltered for a moment, voice cracking before he hit the wrong note. He took a moment’s pause, quietly apologizing before continuing. She heard the satisfied sigh in his voice as your fingers glided along his head, moving closer and closer to the edge of the black mask.

Her gaze moved from the music sheets to where the tips of her fingers met the smooth material of his mask. She thought about taking it off, it was right there after all, but then the possibility of this being the infamous Phantom rumored to haunt the opera house crossed her mind.

She had thought that was a fairy tale. But then, perhaps, anything is possible when your Angel of Music takes you to another realm.

She’s not sure what was going through her mind when her hands slowly slipped down the sides of his neck, feeling for the edge of the mask. Eren leaned into her touch, his breaths ragged as the music slowly faded away. Y/n looked down to his face, seeing that he had closed his eyes and was basking in the feel of her touch. She gently traced the line of his jaw, carefully slipping her hands under the mask and yanking it away.

She softly gasps in wonder at the sight—a series of red lines running down both of Eren’s cheeks like bloody tears. Eren’s eyes snap open, and he immediately looks away and stands up, covering his face as he turns to Y/n and jerks the mask out of her grasp.

She stumbles back at the anger in his eyes, tripping on her own feet. She reaches out for anything to balance herself, catching Eren’s arm as he pulls her back in front of him.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” he spits. His hand tightens around Y/n’s wrist, pulling her closer. He removes his hand from his face, making sure she gets a close look at the scars and abnormalities of his features.

Y/n takes heavy breaths, trying to unwrap his fingers from her wrist as she looks at him with wide eyes. In truth, Eren is handsome. The sharpness of his nose and the raise of his eyebrows and the fullness of his lips compliment each other well. If anything, the scars along his cheeks almost accentuate his attractiveness.

But his eyes—burning with white hot anger and embarrassment. That is what scares her. That is what makes her try to draw away and return to whatever safety she could find.

Eren’s expression softens, his brows no longer pulled together and his lips no longer pressed. The soft glint returns to his green eyes because he realizes she’s terrified of him and the way he looks. His hand slowly uncurls from her arm and he pulls away. He turns, only allowing Y/n to see his side profile as he secures the mask around his face and clears his throat. He still doesn’t look at her as he says, “We should be getting you back. Those devils up there will be wondering where you are.”

Y/n nods silently, obediently. Because this is not her Angel of Music, and there's no telling what he'd do if she wasn't obedient.

hope y'all enjoyed! the next chapter will hopefully be out soon

-Izzy <3

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[justatinybunwriting]

Lullaby

Prompt 22 focuses on a rare moment when Jac is feeling particularly small, thankfully Richard is there to help her to drive away the sads, at least for a little while.

'Child, you are my little ray of light

Like a fire that glows in the darkest night.

If you find me I will hold you tight

Never letting go

I promise I'll be there for you.'

Jac had awoken to the voice of her mother as she whispered into the young woman's ear- her sound echoed with such clarity that she almost thought it was real. But much to her despair, that couldn't be further from the truth. As she gradually opened her eyes, she realized the full moon was still shining through the curtains as she found herself within the shelter of Richard's hand. The Wile giant was sound asleep, yet he had subconsciously brought her up to his chest. On an ordinary night, his would have provided maximum comfort for the smaller human, but this time she was unable to feel the joy that this level of affection would normally bring.

Jac couldn't shake off the feeling that was began to well up from within her chest. It had been months since she had relapses of the visions of her mother in dreams, so for one to just show up unexpectedly and with that particular song no less? This had put a damper in her spirits and unearthed unspeakable anxiety that was shaking her to the very pit of her core. She had fought hard to weather her fluctuating emotions, but in the end, she was unable to hold back hot, stinging tears.

Richard steadily opened his eyelids by the sound of Jac's various gasps and wheezes. He looked down at the small woman who was curled up in the dip of his right palm, his eyes gradually shedding off some of their drowsiness as he began to realize that she was actually crying. The Wile giant's keen ears was able to pick up on her sobs despite the tiny human's best efforts to try and hide them.

"What's wrong?" He spoke softly, his tired voice still lingering.

Jac was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to pay mind to what was said, although she did quiet down somewhat. Perhaps she just chose to not answer him.

Richard wasn't surprised to see her like this, but he could never get used to it. This exact scenario would play out every once in a while for about as long as he could remember; the trigger was apparently always the same, but he was never given the details as to exactly why. After seeing what this has been doing to Jac, and always getting the same dodging reaction whenever he had brought it up, over time he felt that it was better not to question it. Or perhaps he had become too afraid to ask.

Instead, Richard brought his other hand behind the one that held Jac. He then slowly but surely placed her all the way against his chest, his hands completely covering her up as she was nestled onto the fabric of his shirt. He then began to start humming a sweet melody of his own.

The tune was pleasant, as gentle as the giant could muster with his voice. With variables ranging from a cheerful, upbeat track to a quiet, more graceful sound, Richard had many a song to hum to. After a few short minutes, Jac's sorrow had begun to dissipate, as she listened intently to the giant's voice as her mind spawned new visuals that tapped into her imagination. It wasn't long before she finally spoke.

"What are these songs? They all sound so... refreshing."

"They're Wile giant hymns," Richard whispered, "passed down from generations. They have different meanings but nowadays they're more commonly used for lullabies."

"Do you know the lyrics?" Jac yawned, as she wiped the remaining liquid off of her eyes and nose.

"I know of some. Many of them are probably difficult to comprehend for you, but I'll try to think of one that I can sing."

Richard paused for a moment, before he found one that he thought would be easy enough to share with the human. He cleared his throat, and began in a near whisper.

"Why are you crying dear child

The heavens bring the stars and the moon

The wolf in the forest, the birds in the trees,

the night flies dance in the twilight

there is much to see"

"What do the words mean?" Asked Jac, her eyelids getting heavier by the minute.

"I did say that they were cryptic," Richard chuckled, "but yeah... I think it's meant to be interpreted in different ways. But I personally think it means that even if there is stuff in the world that makes you feel sad, there's still enough beauty in this planet to not want to... give up."

There was a hint of concern in Jac's face, which the Wile giant picked up on right away.

"I'm sorry. It's just... this was one of the many things I've used as a coping mechanism growing up."

"It's okay, I understand."

Jac looked down on the indents of the giant's hand momentarily. Her mind was drifting once more, but this time with a new resolve.

'Perhaps that's what mother was trying to tell me all along.'

The beginning of new tears started to form on the base of her eyes. Richard realized what was happening and worried that it could have been his own fault, but instead of dwelling on it he chose to switch focus onto a more pleasant tune.

"Ode to the bush warbler building his nest

sweet songs that he sings, the cherry he brings

on route to gather many food in his crop

bring them home to seven mouths without stop."

That got a laugh out of the smaller woman, which brought a sense of relief to the giant.

"Is that a real Wile giant song?"

"No, you got me. I just made it up on the fly."

"That wasn't too bad though for something you thought up in a few seconds. You should record that!"

"Nah, I had already forgotten most of it."

The two friends laughed it out, before Richard continued to come up with different songs to hum. The new tunes ranged from an array of Japanese folk songs to popular music slowed to an almost music box pace. Jac chose to quietly listen through the rest of this special little concert that her friend made just for her, but it wasn't long before she fell back into the world of dreams again- this time with the clouds from before long gone, bringing with it clearer skies. Shortly after Richard followed suit while in the middle of a tune- he had apparently sung himself to sleep.

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 22: The Bet

Considering the rather intimate scene that had taken place during the night, you hadn’t known what to expect the next morning. At the very least some awkwardness, or dodging of gazes. But Jungkook had already made breakfast and was waiting for you by the kitchen island by the time you had awoken to your shrill alarm tone and managed to drag your sleepy body to the kitchen. He looked completely normal, his hair damp after a shower, and even shot you a teasing smile when you appeared.

Had you perhaps dreamt everything?

Though, remembering the emotional turmoil within you, the pain and the determination, you understood that could impossibly be the case. It had been too real. And so you involuntarily blushed in return of his smile, although you pretended you didn’t.

“Breakfast is ready and done,” said Jungkook as he put two bowls of oatmeal on the island overhang and sat on the bar stool he nowadays frequented the most.

“How early do you wake up?” you asked wearily as you took the seat next to him.

“About 5.30.”

You yawned until your jaw ached. “Why though?”

“Habit, I guess.” Jungkook was already halfway through his bowl. “So, are we throwing down at a karaoke place tonight?”

“Not a chance,” you murmured with spoon in mouth. “I’ll accompany you, and even pay for the expenses. But don’t expect me to touch the mic.”

A memory of one of your “dates”, one of the horrible ones, resurfaced in your mind and you felt your mouth form into a bitter line, which made it kind of difficult prying your spoon back out. And it wasn’t as if though you could tell him, since you had to try and keep everything as distantly away as possible from your engagement and this particular date had been very tightly connected to just that.

The corner of his mouth twitched at your mention of “pay for expenses”, and his expression stiffened if only for a moment, just like it had in the hospital when he had insisted you shouldn’t buy him clothes. But before you could consider it any deeper, Jungkook quickly gathered himself and formed his lips into a taunting smirk. “Afraid to lose, (Y/N)?”

“I will lose,” you said simply, still trying to figure out the reason for his sudden change in attitude. “You might not recall, but you’re a professional singer. People, tons of them, pay to listen to you.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with (Y/N)?” He pointed accusingly with his spoon at you, already having finished his oatmeal. “The girl I grew up with is infamous for her bullheadedness.”

“I’m not stupid, idiot,” you told him as you rolled your eyes.

“Well, I didn’t know you were such a wimp instead. Perhaps I should rename you to ‘Wimpy’ instead of Miss Violent.”

Even though you thoroughly disliked both nicknames, the fact that Jungkook found ways of nicknaming you warmed your chest all the same. It would have never even been a possibility with how your former relationship was. With the amnesia, perhaps now the two of you could become better friends at least. Friends that could talk and banter and give one another bad nicknames. Friends that could have significant others without it ruining their friendship.

Yeah. Friends.

“The odds are overwhelmingly against me,” you said while you mused. “Massively so. Nobody with half a brain would partake in a singing duel against you in my situation.”

“Since when do you care about statistics? Make a leap of faith, (Y/N).”

You shook your head. “I’m the heiress of a multibillion-dollar company, and the biological granddaughter of the founder of that same company. I soon won’t have the liberty to be taking risks, especially when I know better, so I might as well get used to it already.”

You had meant for it to sound like a joke, and even somewhat of an excuse so that you wouldn’t have to sing that evening, but you had - ironically enough - completely forgotten Jungkook didn’t know anything about your ascension to become the official owner of Phoenix Inc.. He and his parents had found that out on a dinner to celebrate your seventeenth birthday, which meant there was a chance he might--

Interrupting your train of thought, Jungkook all of a sudden grabbed his head with his healthy hand and grunted with pain. You saw every muscle tense and vein flare with a dark purple-blue color on the back of his hand and his forearm, and the tendons in his neck stood out like the frame of a tent. He began slumping toward the side, but managed to catch himself on the island overhang using his elbow and his broken arm, though the latter must have hurt quite a bit because he swore out loud.

Your eyes widened, and you spun your bar stool toward him and slid off of it. “Jungkook!” you exclaimed.

You felt awful for eliciting such a drastic and evidently painful reaction, but you couldn’t help but feel successful also. You had managed, if ever so little, to fight back his amnesia. And you were starting to build an understanding of why and how.

You hoped at least.

Jungkook didn’t move or speak. You hesitated from touching him, mistrusting in your capability to resist the physical pull you felt toward him, but you readied yourself should he fall from the stool. You stood next to him, with your torso leaned sideways so you could see his face. “Jungkook?” you repeated carefully. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” uttered Jungkook between his teeth. You couldn’t see his eyes but the shade of his face was worrisomely pale. “I just need a minute to breathe.”

“Do you want something to drink?” you asked him.

“No.”

You swallowed nervously as Jungkook kept his eyes concealed. He barely breathed even though that was what he had claimed he needed, and you didn’t really know what you should or even could do.

“I should probably have brought it up earlier,” you began sheepishly. “Or in a safe environment where you wouldn’t use your broken arm to support your weight.”

“How could you have known something that specific would happen,” muttered Jungkook in response, though a hint of humor brightened his tone. “At least I wasn’t swallowing food.”

“Shoot, that was my plan all along.”

“Too bad, you failed.”

Jungkook inhaled deeply before he lowered his hand. His eyes were a little watery and his face still pale, but he didn’t seem as completely out of it as when it had first happened the day before.

“How does it feel?” you wondered. “I mean, it looks like you’re in pain or something.”

“It hurts, terribly,” he told you with a grimace. “It feels like someone cleaved my head in two.”

You sank down on your bar stool. “Do you need to lie down for a bit?”

He shook his head once.

“What do you remember?” you asked, admittedly feeling anxious. Though the subject of engagement hadn’t explicitly been brought up, there had been a sort of general knowledge in the air that the two of you would become husband and wife in the matter of years it would take you to finish college.

You really needed to figure out a way to tackle the situation should he remember.

“You’re supposed to become the chairman for Phoenix Inc. after you’re done with your studies,” said Jungkook slowly. “Or chairwoman might be the more appropriate term. Either way, our parents talked about it on your seventeenth birthday for hours probably. We were out on dinner, eating in a famous foreigner’s restaurant, and it was raining outside.”

“Correct,” you said eagerly, glad that he was starting to remember things, even if they were unrelated to his success within the music industry. A time limit of three months didn’t sound too dire anymore. “You can even recall the weather, which I’m thinking is a good sign considering that I don’t. Do you remember anything else?”

All of a sudden, Jungkook glanced at you with an unexpected amount of tenderness. “You wore a dark green dress,” he said quietly, “and you had all of your hair tightly tied almost directly on top of your head.”

“Oh,” you said eloquently, then tried your best to suppress a wave of heat from rolling onto your face. “That hairstyle gave me a headache already at the starter. I hate having everything uptied.”

He raised a brow. “Why?”

“It’s so heavy.” You draped all of your hair over your right shoulder and sighed as you raked through it with your fingers. “I’ve always said: it’s not me carrying my hair around. It’s my hair carrying me around.”

“I like it.”

Your eyes widened, and you couldn’t refrain from blushing any longer. “You do?” you asked in disbelief. “Why?”

Jungkook reached out toward a wayward strand of hair and twirled it around his index finger. He smiled, and you thought you discerned the slightest hint of rosiness on his own cheeks.

“It’s a part of you.”

You felt your heart stop. Or perhaps it was time itself that ceased to allow your brain the time to analyze and think his sentence through. You were both flattered and utterly confused, and your mind didn’t seem able to comprehend what exactly was happening no matter how fervently the cogwheels spun.

Because, yes, Jeon Jungkook was amnesic. He didn’t recognize his girlfriend that he had loved dearly just a week ago, but he knew he had one. Still - was the bastard actually trying to flirt with you?

You almost sighed. Why was he making everything so complicated? Why couldn’t he remember Park Yi-Jae? Why was he so mean to her?

And worst of all, why were you starting to question your decision of letting him go?

“What’s your plan for today?” you asked abruptly as soon as you remembered how your vocal chords functioned.

Jungkook furrowed his brows, obviously surprised by your poor attempt to change subject, but he seemed to accept it quickly. Strangely, he almost appeared defeated in the way he immediately released your hair and dejectedly averted his gaze. “I don’t know. You have any ideas?”

As much as it hurt inside your chest - it felt like someone had tossed your heart into the fiery pits of Hell, of course with the assumption that you could still feel your heart should it be detached - you didn’t even flinch. You tried to smile politely, though you could bet your grandfather’s heritage that you probably looked a bit touched in the head. Fortunately, Jungkook didn’t look at you. “Try and do whatever it was you were doing all day yesterday in hopes that you remember something else? Or even check if you can get into your computer?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll handle the dishes,” you told him and glanced at the digital watch on the microwave. “I have to get ready for school.”

“Sure,” said Jungkook simply and left.

You watched him exit the kitchen and remained staring into the empty hallway until you heard loud music from the living room. With a sigh, you rose and took the bowls and spoons to the sink.

You had already determined you would help Jungkook get back to his pre-amnesic self despite your own conflicting emotions. You would try your very best to get him back with BTS, his company and, most importantly, Park Yi-Jae. It had been your resolve already from the beginning, when you first saw him after the accident. And though this goal initially had seemed like a long path of unsurmountable obstacles, you were starting to see a bit of light at the end of the tunnel. Sure, it was a very, very faint light that you discerned only if you figuratively squinted. But you genuinely had hope. You could do this, you could help him.

But you were going to have to face a problem on a whole different scale if Jungkook somehow had gotten feelings for you. And well, yeah, “somehow” might not be the right word here since he had tried to kiss you barely seven hours ago. It was happening, and it was happening now. And the reason why this problem was so much scarier, so much bigger it made all the other hindrances seem like mere hurdles, wasn’t because you thought he was a bad person whom you would like to have absolutely no romantic connections with. It was the opposite, truly.

You liked him. As ridiculous as it was, you did. And it wasn’t just a slight flutter like when you saw a really good-looking guy on the street or in school and he happened to perhaps smile or talk to you. It was many layers deeper. It was the combination of knowing and growing up with him, having heard and seen his outstandingly brilliant and charismatic performance on stage and having talked about his… private issue with his parents, his father in particular.

You wouldn’t mind kissing him, or allowing him to kiss you.

And therein lied the issue. The great dilemma with Jungkook liking you in return was the fear, and honestly the risk of falling for temptation. Because it wasn’t right. Nothing about it was. The situation was as wrong and twisted as could be, and an intimate relationship born of something like that couldn’t bode very well, be it for the present or the future.

Yet, it was so, so, so incredibly hard resisting Jeon Jungkook.

“What did I do in my past lives to deserve this?” you muttered as you finished up the dishes. “Did I slay a king or run away with his daughter? Did I drown my firstborn or perhaps betray my family and kin?”

You were deep in thoughts for the rest of the morning. Jungkook didn’t respond to your goodbye when you left, and though it most likely was due to the loud music you instantly felt like you were to blame. You should perhaps have told him just then and there, when he had touched your hair, that he was crossing a line you were doing your bestest to uphold.

Then, perhaps, that evening might have not become so eventful.

After school - and making sure Se-Eun and the rest of the gossip world didn’t know Jungkook’s real location - you stumbled upon Jungkook in the kitchen by the time you arrived at home. He smiled at you and waved, his mouth busy drinking water, and you returned the gesture, though much more hastily.

“Are you sure you want to head out to town wearing that?” you asked as you skeptically eyed him up and down. He was wearing the same sweatpants he had for a few days now, and a white t-shirt. “I know we’re only going to a karaoke place, but still.”

Jungkook lowered his glass of water so quickly that a drop of water escaped and trickled down the corner of his mouth, then his chin. “Are we heading out now?” he wondered as he wiped the water away with the back of his hand. “But it’s only five.”

“I’m hungry,” you said with a shrug. “And I would prefer us getting a nice room.”

“Give me a moment, then,” said Jungkook and put down the glass. He entered the hallway where you stood, then started toward your room. He raised an eyebrow when you followed him. “I thought you were afraid of naked men.”

“Idiot, I’m getting a different bag,” you told him, even as your face reddened. “I can’t be bothered to carry around this backpack if I’m not at, going to or getting home from school. Don’t forget to cover up by the way. We don’t want nosy paparazzi or keen-eyed fans to catch sight of your pretty face.”

Jungkook snorted, but didn’t reply. You darted quickly in and out of your room to snatch a lighter purse from your wardrobe, then waited in the hall for him to get ready. You were done transferring all your vitals from your backpack to your purse and sat on top of the bench-combined-shoe-rack, playing some phone games for about ten minutes before he was done.

All Jungkook had seemingly done was to change into tight black jeans, get a gray beanie over his head and hang the string of a black mouth mask over his one ear. He was carrying a black, fashionable matted winter coat with a high collar in the crook of his arm and pinched a pair of brown leather boots in his healthy hand.

You frowned at him. “What took you so long? Jong-Yeol hates waiting.”

“It’s his job, isn’t it?” parried Jungkook as he tossed the coat in your lap and the shoes on the linoleum. The fabric of the coat felt well-made, expensive, and glancing at the lining, you saw that it belonged to a famous brand. “Besides, it took me a while to find a nice outfit.”

“We’re going eating and then singing in a karaoke place,” you said pointedly.

“I still want to look good.”

“Well,” you began, “all you did was to change pants. What’s so difficult with that?”

“No, I changed from head to toe.”

“Isn’t that the same shirt you wore earlier?”

“No.”

Your frown deepened. “How many white, oversized t-shirts do you own? Do we need an intervention?”

Jungkook sat crouched to tie the laces to his boots. “Since you’re the one who got me my clothes,” he said, “shouldn’t you know the answer to those questions?”

“Touché,” you conceded.

He gave you a crooked smile as he finished lacing his boots and stood. After Jungkook had buttoned his coat, tucked the strings of his mouth mask over both of his ears and, with some help from you, put on a single leather glove, you couldn’t help but admire his appearance. He was tall, made taller by the boots, and all the fitted black clothes gave him a wonderful silhouette with broad shoulders, a slimmer waist and long arms and legs. Frankly, you found yourself staring at him for a moment too long.

“What?” Jungkook glanced down at himself and tried to twist his body to see his back. “Do I have mud or dirt somewhere?”

“No,” you assured him quickly. “I was just thinking how you look like a burglar with all that black.”

A lie. He looked like he was a high-end model, in the middle of an autumn or winter season photo shooting.

“Thanks. I think.”

“Let’s go,” you told him as you beckoned him to follow you out of the apartment. “Jong-Yeol is probably really annoyed, and will get even more so if I tell him we took so long because you wanted to go for the latest burglar look.”

“I’m taking back the ‘thanks’, (Y/N). You know he already doesn’t like me.”

You shrugged. By the time both of you were inside the car, Jong-Yeol was indeed irritated, but you only knew it because you had known him for so very long. Jungkook seemed relieved by the time you and him were dropped off outside the karaoke establishment your parents and their business partners most often frequented, which was the case because it was one of the nicest places in Seoul. “Sing-All” - pronounced like “single” in the meaning of a song - offered rooms that had different themes and had a kitchen and a bar where you could order things to come to the room - the service unsurprisingly called “room service” - and most rooms had at least one private bathroom connected to them. The only downside with the place was also its upside - it was membership only. That meant an additional fee was taken out by Sing-All each month from its patrons, but since you and your family by no means suffered from financial difficulties, this wasn’t exactly a minus despite the significant cost.

“Follow me,” you murmured into your own mouth mask as you trudged your way into the establishment through the heavy snowfall that had begun just that evening. “And try to hide more of your face. The staff won’t even make a squeak to the media, but you never know about the other patrons.”

“Have we been here before?” asked Jungkook as he pulled his mask wider apart, so that it covered more of his chin and jaw as well as his cheekbones and nose. “It’s familiar.”

“We have been here with our parents before you got amnesia,” you answered as you entered Sing-All and brushed and shook the snow off of you. A female desk clerk in perhaps her late thirties gave you a sharp glance, but you ignored her. “Though you didn’t break the record until two or three years ago.”

Jungkook nodded, then focused on something on your face. He bit the middle finger of his leather glove and reached out before you had a chance to ask him what he was staring at, then wiped away something from just beneath your left eye. His thumb felt warm against your skin, much warmer than you had expected.

“A tear,” he murmured jokingly as he held up his now wet thumb.

“Like I would let you see me cry,” you responded, though you were forced to unzip your jacket because suddenly, you were feeling a bit too hot.

It moved underneath his mouth mask, and seeing the humour in his large, brown eyes, you concluded that he was smiling. “You’re right. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry. At least not the last five, ten years.”

Your gaze had caught on the countless of tiny drops of melted snowflakes that glittered on his long, fluttery eyelashes, which distracted you for half a breath. But when you paid your full attention to repeat in your mind what Jungkook had just said, you felt your stomach plunge ten feet below ground.

Because he had seen you cry less than a week ago for reasons you couldn’t ever tell him.

“Yeah, because I’m tough like that,” you said hastily and went to the front desk, waving for Jungkook to follow.

The woman was disinclined to help you and Jungkook, at least until you told her who your parents were and gave you their username and password for Sing-All. She immediately stood and bowed deeply while apologizing, which you hated seeing but had gotten used to over the years. It sounded cynical, but you had found it was easier to just allow condescending people who didn’t take you seriously until they knew your parents’ name to do whatever they were comfortable doing when they had behaved disrespectfully toward you. Explaining that you didn’t take it personal was often regarded as some passive-aggressive move from your side, which only worsened the already unsteady situation. The curse of riches, you reckoned.

After picking one of their smallest rooms, you and Jungkook received a card key like in a hotel with the room number printed on it. It was still kind of early for people to be visiting the place, so it didn’t surprise you that the two of you reached your room without seeing anyone else. The karaoke room itself wasn’t exceptionally particular with its modern, fresh leather and black interior, but you preferred it when you could see and maneuver around without bumping into a lava lamp, strobe light or disco ball that were often randomly strewn about in the more thematic rooms.

“This is really nice,” said Jungkook as he draped his coat on the hanger and shoved his mouth mask into the left pocket. He gestured for you to give him your jacket and you obeyed. “Rich people really do live a whole different life compared to us mere mortals.”

He almost sounded bitter. You eyed him carefully, but he was smiling normally and only seemed to have made a joke. “I guess,” you said, still hesitant, however. “But all people wither and die the same.”

Jungkook shrugged. The room was meant for a party of four and as such “only” had two sofas positioned in one end of the rectangular room, where they, together with a sizable table, formed almost a dining booth. He sank down onto one of the sofas, and you took the seat opposite to him.

“How do you order food?” he asked.

You pulled out a tablet from underneath the table surface, unlocked it with a quick swipe and handed it to him. “Here. You can pick whatever you want. There’s alcohol, too, if you need something to soothe your nerves before the performance.”

“I think you’ll need a glass or two,” replied Jungkook, his eyes glinting with mischievousness.

“I’m not a fan of alcohol,” you said hurriedly. “I have quite the tolerance, but I just don’t like the taste of it.”

“Sounds like you’re playing the tough card,” he said in amusement. “But I think you’re bluffing. You can probably not even hold down wine."

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Want to make a bet?”

Jungkook grinned, and you couldn’t help but feel as if though you had stepped into a trap. The nature of the trap, you didn’t know. At least not yet.

But you could already feel that bad news were coming.

“Sure,” he said nonchalantly. “But let’s bet about something else than how much we can drink. We already know the winner of that competition.”

Even though it went against your instinct, you couldn’t help but take the bait. “How kind of you to back down from the challenge,” you said. “I feel humbled. So, what do you want to base the bet on?”

“Singing.”

“I’ve told you--” you began before you choked on your words.

Jungkook held up your engagement ring.

“I know there’s something you’ve failed to mention to me about this ring, (Y/N),” said Jungkook quietly, his face solemn. “I don’t know what or even why…” His eyes narrowed and you gulped. “But if you win, I swear it on my life that I won’t question what you told me. That I, before the accident, intended to give this to Park Yi-Jae.”

“And if I lose?” you asked, your tone wavering.

Jungkook smiled a smile that was angelic in its innocence, yet thoroughly, annoyingly pleased with itself. And somehow, you knew what he was going to say.

Because of course Jeon Jungkook would choose to make your life the most difficult it can be. That seemed to be his one purpose. And to shorten your breath and make your heart beat unevenly.

“If something as unlikely as that occurs,” he said, his smile widening. “You’ll owe me a kiss, (Y/N).”

[amandamgsblog]

Chapter 14 - Passings and Parents - Part 1

Ross' POV

— So, how was at Amanda's yesterday? Did you like your mother-in-law? Haha. - Jonathan asks while he, Alice and I are sitting outside the cafeteria.

— Amanda is the youngest copy of her mom, can you believe it? And she's just as sweet as her mother.

Her cockatiels are cute. One is crazy and the other adores me. The parrot, who is a bit of a killer, runs after Amanda, haha. And I saw a photo of her as a tiny baby and she impressed me so much.

I sum the story up for them. - But what upset me were her father and her sister, who made a fuss because she didn't have a boyfriend and Amanda wanted to attack her because Thalita told me to shut up… I got angry, but I just wanted to calm my girlfriend down, so I put all my anger in and focused on her.

— You're a good boyfriend. - Alice smiles at me. I smile back, blushing, and feel a kiss on the back of my head.

— Yes, he is. - Amanda hugs me around the neck and sits down.

— Honey, you'll have to excuse me, but there are two people I'd drive a truck over: that scumbag Ariana and your sister. - Alice says and we all laugh.

— Thank you for making me laugh. I was so angry with Thalita last night that I didn't sleep properly. - She says yawning. I put her chair next to mine and hug my girlfriend, who puts her head on my shoulder.

We keep talking until Amanda gets hungry. — I didn't eat much at lunch. I was getting sick…

— Awn, baby… - I kiss her head. — I know what will cheer you up: a very filling piece of our white chocolate cake in the other cafeteria and then we'll go and lie in the tree.

She smiles and kisses me. We said goodbye to our friends and got going. — Everything okay? - I ask, looking at her.

— Yes. Can we lie down before we eat? - She smiles weakly.

— Sure. - We walk a few more steps and we're there. — There we go.

She lies down between my legs, on her stomach. I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her.

— I'm sorry about yesterday. What shame and anger I felt…

— Amandita, it's not your fault for what your sister said. I was more worried about you. I can't imagine what you're going through with her and your father…

— I don't know who's more difficult. - She looks at me. — There was never a father-daughter or sisters' relationship, and I always looked at other people and asked myself "why?"

Then I grew up and realized that it was their personality. And that was very cruel to me. I didn't understand why neither of them would play with me or why one day my father would say a cute pet name to me and the next day he wouldn't look at me. He didn't help my mother… - Amanda starts to cry. — He spent days locked in his room. With my sister, we only live in the same house. We're strangers to each other, there's no interaction…

— Whenever you want to or can't stand staying at home, you can come to my house. My parents and I will give you all the attention and affection in the world. - I say and she sits up and kisses my neck.

— I will, my angel. I'm so tired… Emotionally, physically. My father wants to meet me every weekend, and he won't talk to me at lunch. It's a lot of pressure. I don't know, I'm even worse knowing that my uncle is still in hospital and isn't responding to treatment. - It breaks my heart, but I have to comfort her.

— We don't know what's going to happen, but I'm going to be with you, calming you down, protecting you, okay?

— I'm scared, Ross… I haven't seen my uncle for five years. And I love my mother's family. I'm very attached to them. - Since she wasn't calm yet, I started singing some of the phrases that came into my head:

You don't have to face your fears alone...

'Cause whenever you're in trouble

I'll know...

Let me be your superhero

There isn't a place I won't go...

Whenever you need me by your side

I'll be there, be there... Hm...

Never be afraid if you fall

I'll carry you away from it all

Let me be your superhero...

Let me be your superhero...

— You're the best, Ross. And you have a beautiful voice.

— Oh, stop. It's not that good. - We continued talking, cuddling each other, until Amanda calmed down. — I think someone's hungry… - Her stomach rumbles loudly and we get up.

— I want to eat, but I'm afraid I'll feel sick.

— Let's eat slowly, even if we're a bit late for class.

We order our piece of cake to share and she says:

— Wow, my mouth is watering.

— Amanda, I'd like to propose a toast… To our first piece of white chocolate cake as official couple.

— Hahaha, and to be honest, I was falling in love with you and with the cake that time.

— Awn. - I reply and we lean in for a quick kiss.

— Cheers! - Amanda and I both say and slap our pieces of cake on the forks. A little flies and we laugh. - You know, when you were looking at my baby photo yesterday, I remembered another story. I had just turned one month old, I was almost 35.27 oz, but I was still very fragile, and the doctors went to do a test and just by moving, my two legs broke.

(A/N: it's really true)

— WHAT?! - I scream and choke on my cake.

— Yes, and since they couldn't put a cast on it, they improvised and put a popsicle stick to support it and tape to glue it together.

— You're not kidding me, Amanda?!

— I'm not, Ross. It's true, I swear!

— God, I don't know whether to get angry or laugh… Speaking of old photos, I remembered one. I was about four years old. I'd just got out of the pool and I felt cold, so I put my hands over my shorts to protect myself and made a cold face.

— Haha, honey, you have to show me that picture…

— I'll think about it. - We continued talking for a while and paid.

— Thank you for calming me down, Ross. I'm in love with you. I want to thank you.

— I'm in love with you too. - We kissed. — And you don't have to. But I do miss the trailer… Haha.

I say jokingly and Amanda pulls me around.

— Then let's go.

— Really?

We walk and arrive behind the trailer.

I put Amanda against the trailer and wink at her. — Hi, do you always come here?

— Only with the guy I like, haha. - I kiss her and hold her by the waist. She puts my head on her neck, giving me permission. I kiss her neck a few times until I hear her moan softly and I smile. I nibble between her neck and shoulder and feel her lightly scratch my abdomen through my shirt.

— We'd better stop. - I say and we kiss one last time, embarrassed. — That was…

— Too good. - She smiled and laughed. — Was it worth it as a thank you?

I nod my head and kiss her hand. We went to class to start another afternoon.

3 days later…

Amanda's POV

It's Saturday and I'm trying to do my homework and researches. Trying, because there have already been fights about various topics today. My mother and Thalita were fighting about them, then they included me in the discussion… Only the cockatiels could keep me sane here.

The situation calms down a bit after a while, but I feel tired, so I stop and lie down with Shaki and Lola on my lap.

— Mom, why are you running around? - I say as I listen to her go from one side of the corridor to the other.

— Daughter… I don't have any good news. Uncle Rogério has just died. The viewing will be at 10 a.m. and the funeral at noon.

— What? How? - I feel my eyes fill with tears.

— The clot has gone up and clogged an artery in my heart… - I have no other reaction but to cry, so my mother tries to comfort me: — I know it's sad, but don't think he felt any pain.

— Yeah… But I'm thinking about Aunt Tereza, Uncle Renato, Grandma… Oh, my God, Grandma… I want to go, mom.

— No, Amanda, you don't have the structure.

— Bu-

— You're going to stay at home and look after the pets for me. I'll be back as soon as it's over.

I cried for half an hour, until it was time to put them down to eat. I put them in the chair and heard my phone ring. I let it ring. As much as it's Ross, I don't have enough sense to talk right now.

I have lunch and try to distract myself with the TV. The funny news reports cheer me up, but the heavy ones make me cry even more.

Ross: Hi, sweetheart. Remember we were supposed to study?

Ross: Did something happen? Let me help you.

Ross: How are you?

Ross: Have you eaten?

He doesn't deserve it, so I call back.

— Hey. - I swallow my tears.

— Hi, I was worried, but I wanted to leave you alone… Maybe you weren't having a good day and didn't want to talk to me…

— That's not it. I'm sorry, it's just that I didn't feel well this morning, that's all. - I answer.

— Hm. Were you crying, baby?

— No. Ugh, I'll stop lying so I don't worry you. My uncle died earlier today, Ross… I knew it was goodbye…

— I'm so sorry, Amandita, I really am. Are you alone?

— My sister's here, but it's like I'm talking to a door. - I roll my eyes. - My mother went to the funeral.

— Why don't you come here? I'll stay here with you, my parents will meet you…

— TELL HER TO COME, ROSS!

— I ALREADY DID, MOM! - I start laughing. — See? You're getting better and my mom loves you. My dad asks me almost every day, “When are we going to meet Amanda?”

— How cute… Are you sure? I'm not dressed properly, my face is swollen, I could cry at any time.

— My goodness, if you were wearing a potato sack on your body and a clown wig, I'd still think you were beautiful… And if you cry, we'll go to the bedroom and you can rest. There'll be no one to bother you.

— Clown and potato, haha, you don't exist. Yes, I'm going. I'll just have a shower, tidy the cockatiels up quickly and try to talk to my mom, then I'll take the bus.

— No. You're hitchhiking, young lady! I'm not going to let you take the bus alone in this state, even if it's just one. Hitch a ride. - Since he was serious, I'm not going to argue.

— As soon as I talk to my mother, I'll let you know.

We said goodbye and I called my mother, who picked up and let me go. I put on a black blouse and white pants, put the cockatiels in their cage and off I went. The driver was super attentive and kept consoling me.

— (…) Then I'm going to my boyfriend's house. I can't believe I'm going to meet his parents in these conditions…

— Everything's going to be fine. Get well.

— Thank you. Have a good job!

Ross was already at the door waiting for me, so I hugged him tightly.

— Hi, handsome.

— Hi, gorgeous. - He grabs my face and kisses me. — Have you improved a bit?

— Yes. Sometimes I get sad.

— I'm sure that, wherever he is, he doesn't want you to be sad. - I smile a little. — Get in.

He takes my hand and we go inside.

[firstwcman]

verses .

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; eden.

This is set during Lilith's time within Eden, from birth to the point of fleeing.

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; upon beaches of red.

This is set after Lilith's fleeing of Eden, where she has retreated to the Red Sea and made her home there upon the beaches, exploring the desolate world around her and making her own comforts.

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; it's always prettiest after the fall.

This is set after the Fall and spanning out into the older days of Hell.

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; from now on; home again.

Lilith has been freed from her imprisonment and allowed to return home, with the reason being vague enough for potential plot purposes. She resides in the Hazbin Hotel on week days and returns home to Morningstar Palace on the weekends for more official business. Wishing to contribute to help Charlie's goal, Lilith has become the Hotel Witch!

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; trapped in bondage.

It happened when Charlie was very young, sometime after the Morningstar family had a new portrait done: Silent as a whisper with folk being none the wiser, the Queen was overtaken and subdued by Eve/"Eve", brought to her knees and bound inescapably in chains. She was taken by complete surprise, and that was Eve's advantage against the fellow primordial. Magic bound and silenced without hope of breaking through the seams, Lilith is her prisoner. Where the Queen is, only her captor knows, as no one has had any reason to go looking. Not when Eve/"Eve" is wearing the First Woman's visage nigh perfectly. this verse is gently married to the love potion theory on peggy's blog. "Eve" can be Roo in this scenario, or both in the case of a possessed Eve.

☾ ⛧ ☽ verse ; into wonderland.

There is a domain in Wonderland that lives in perpetual lilac eventide, haunted by an ever present moon hanging just above its great towering castle and rolling flowery fields of purple, and bowing trees of black. Spiders crawl, owls fly, snakes slither, and cats of different shapes and forms pad about here while most every soul in the land finds comfort in dozing in the enormous spider webs threaded about the landscape with dew drops. It's difficult to not fall asleep here in this Queen's realm, who rules with melody and magic. There is always a sound of bubbling in the castle, potions always brewing and large pearls floating about like bubbles! Moonflowers crawl all amongst the walls and yawn while singing lullabies while bat flowers bloom along the ceilings and take flight, and smells that range from pleasant like lavender to pungent & putrid like sulfur waft depending on where it is you roam. It is safe here, but there is an undeniable air of mystery that clings to the grounds crawling in mist. Best to not carry your ill-intent here. Alice is welcome here without fear of losing her head - that's the Red Queen's ordeal. This is the White Queen Lilith.

[bloodymoonxvampire]

It'd been something he thought and mulled over to the longest time. Uncertainty wavering in his mind closing up on the time of the year. Does he need to consider it so significantly? No. Yet... it's difficult for him not to. After all, he's highly aware of their differences. What he likes ultimately never the same. He's got to be completely confident in what he brings forth to the table, yet all he has comes in the form of a small little box.

Giving the older the same gift more than likely to ruin the whole meaning of the day. Just singing them a song while strumming at strings is typically the thoughts in the front of his mind. Or a basic wish of happiness. UGH. IT'S DRIVING HIM INSANE. Grip tightens on the gift within the little box, not enough to squish it, though. Koga finally decides to go seek out Rei.

After a short while strolling the halls, following along with a familiar scent he's yet to forget after the years ( it's difficult to considering things, not that he completely wants to ), Koga spots the familiar head of wavy raven locks. With one hand behind his back holding onto the small box, the guitarist quickly maneuvers up to them. Free hand takes a hold of the collar of their shirt, yet to say a single word, as he pulls the taller down.

The wolf catches soft lips together in a kiss. Acting entirely without much thought otherwise, as if it to quell the nerves he already feels over giving them something so simple. Pull together with a soft pop and a tiny little lick by the tip of tongue before releasing and thrusting the small box out from behind his back. It contains a small bag of handmade chocolate balls and a golden bat pendant he found while out the other day. "H--Happy birthday, Sakuma-senpai. Here's my gift to you, so I hope you enjoy it fully and appreciate what I've gotten for you!"

Now, this is a surprise.

It's early, at least by Rei's standards, but he has an obligation to fulfill. Or, if one chooses to be more fair, he has a birthday party to attend, to entertain and be entertained at, and it promises to be exciting. One beloved producer has put a lot of effort and attention into making it perfect, and the vampire intends to do his part to live up to her expectations.

Just the same... it's quite early.

He pauses to stifle a yawn behind his hand, wondering idly if it wouldn't benefit him to take a different route, just to wake up a little more. It wouldn't necessarily make the journey longer-- such is the brilliance of Ensemble Square's design. Despite the sheer size, it had been built with commodity and convenience in mind.

He's just about made up his mind when he becomes aware of the muted sound of footsteps-- becomes aware, because they've been audible longer than he's registered their existence. He turns to cast a curious glance down the hallway, interested to see just who could be traveling with such purpose.

Ah. Is he..?

He doesn't have much time to react before Koga yanks him down for a kiss, simple and sweet, but it sends electricity through his body, down to the very fingertips, fills his mouth with static and heat. This isn't the kind of thing he's come to expect from the other, but he likes it. He decides right there and then-- he likes it, its missive, its declaration, the audacity of the messenger.

He's certainly awake now.

When he stands again at his full height, he swipes his tongue over his lips appreciatively, a smirk evident on his face as he slowly drags his gaze from Koga to the box he holds. Whatever it is, while it can't be half as exciting as what he's already received, the mere fact of its existence makes his heart race with joy. It's hard not to get a little emotional at least, being surrounded with such care these days.

❝Koga . . . You've certainly gone above and beyond. Truly, I'm speechless.❞ Evidently.

He considers opening the box later, but, well-- his dear companion has gone so far as to meet up with him before anyone else; it would be rude of him to keep the other waiting. He's careful as he does so, his gaze flickering back to meet Koga's every few moments. Delight spreads across his features as he reveals the contents of the box, his eyes and voice brimming with warmth.

❝I'm grateful. Thank you very much. Will you help me put it on?❞ As an accent to his words, he brushes his hair to the side, out of the way. Is this necessary? After the display he'd been treated to? It just might be.

[tmae3114]

mismagireve replied to your post “Have I ever mentioned that one time I accidentally Pavlov’d myself...”

....what?

OKAY SO

I have this thing where I can’t sleep if it’s quiet. I need some form of consistent background noise or I just can’t sleep. It can be anything - the hum of a fan, the distant sound of cars on a highway outside the window, the ticking of a clock - but there was a point when I was twelve where I tried using music

Specifically, I tried using a playlist of worship songs that I had on my phone

And, I mean, it worked. They were very nice songs to fall asleep to.

I had to stop eventually though because my brother’s room was right next to mine and even though the music helped me sleep, it kept him away, so. I had to switch to something else.

But the damage was done

Because for years, every time I heard worship music but especially any of the songs on that playlist, I would find myself getting very, very sleepy

[bumbleklee]

the first week

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: babies

before i officially start the series: if you would like to be on a tag list for this series please let me know! i didn't make one for the pregnancy series because it slipped my mind but i noticed a lot of the same people returning lol. secondly, quite a few people have sent me family/baby requests but instead of making them totally separate parts, im just going to add them into this series! so if you get a tag from me, your request is in the prompt somewhere (ex: @dragontamereg​ for khanreiah eyes) ♡( ◡‿◡ ) enjoy

diluc

If you thought one baby was difficult, try two.

And it didn’t help that you were still exhausted from the birth. Diluc felt like he was going into overdrive between tending to you and his new children. The first week felt like a never ending cycle of feeding, changing, bathing and sleeping.

Neither of you tried to be in a bad mood, but the sleepless nights and fatigue were catching up faster than you anticipated.

You had just laid down when Clara started to whine in the bassinet next to your bed. Her cries woke up Isaac and soon both babies were fussy. Your eyes pried open and you leaned over to rock the bassinet, shushing the newborn.

Diluc groaned next to you and sat up. He had dark bags under his eyes and his hair was frizzy and messy from not being able to shower in a few days.

“Can you calm Isaac down?” You asked tiredly, lifting Clara up and bringing her over to the bed.

“Why can’t you? I thought we said we would take turns,” He grumbled, though he was already getting out of bed and walking to the other side. You rolled your eyes and rocked Clara in your arms, brushing your finger against her soft tuft of hair.

“Because this isn’t something we can take turns at, Diluc,” You snapped back.

He sighed and climbed back into bed, Isaac now in his arms. The room was silent except for the occasional whines and noises from the babies. You had come to the conclusion that they just liked to wake you up for fun.

After a while, you turned your head to the side and melted at the scene. Isaac was laying on top of Diluc’s chest and they had both fallen asleep. Diluc’s mouth hung open and the baby snuggled into his warmth. You reached over to brush a lock of hair out of Diluc’s face, “My boys,” You said quietly.

At your touch, Diluc jolted awake. He was careful not to disturb Isaac, “Did I fall asleep?”

“You did,” You said, the ghost of a smile on your face. You put both babies back into their respective bassinets and Diluc lifted the blanket so you could slide next to him. “I don’t want to argue.”

“Me either,” Diluc agreed, wrapping his arms around you, “It’s just the first week. I’m sure it’ll get much easier.”

kaeya

To say Kaeya was attached to your daughter was an understatement. When you weren’t feeding her, Kaeya was tending to her. He held her close to him every chance he got, even offering to change and bathe her so you could sleep.

And he was so, so gentle with her. He didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much. You had gotten into the habit of just watching Kaeya. You didn’t know if you were ever going to have another child one day, so you treasured these moments like diamonds.

“Kaeya? The shower’s open,” You called out, twisting water out of your hair and wrapping a towel around yourself. When you didn’t get an answer, you raised an eyebrow. You changed into clean clothes and poked your head into the hallway to see the light to the nursery was on. “Kae?”

You poked your head into the nursery and stopped in the doorway, a smile creeping onto your tired face.

Calla laid on the changing table with Kaeya hovering above her. She barely kicked her feet, something she was just learning to do, and Kaeya struggled to get her legs into her onesie. “Come on, Princess,” He pleaded, tickling the bottom of her feet. Calla made a noise and Kaeya took the opportunity to dress her finally.

Once he lifted her up, he noticed you standing in the doorway. “Very cute,” You said softly, teasing Kaeya. Your husband smiled proudly.

“How was your shower?” He asked, looking for a pacifier to give to Calla.

“It was nice. You can take one now if you want,” You said. Kaeya looked down at Calla and hesitated. “I promise she’ll be here when you get out.”

You took Calla from Kaeya and brought her into your bedroom. After feeding her, you held her in your arms and she stared at you with wide eyes. Like Kaeya, she had his unique star pupil. Neither of you knew that was something that could be passed down but Kaeya was beyond shocked that it was. He wished she didn’t have it, saying something about how it didn’t represent her, but you liked it.

Calla yawned and you laid her beside you in the bassinet, rocking it before she fell asleep. Kaeya joined you in bed a little while later and rubbed his face against your shoulder, “I’ll grab her the next time she wakes up.”

“How did I get stuck with someone so wonderful?” You asked, throwing your head back. Kaeya shrugged and kissed your forehead before snuggling close to you. His eyes never left the bassinet.

childe

You didn’t know what to expect during the first week of Nikolai’s life but it definitely wasn’t a shower of gifts from your boyfriend. It seemed that everyday you woke up, there was something new on the bedside table.

“Childe, what are these for?” You finally asked after unboxing a designer dress that in no way would fit you now.

Your boyfriend poked his head into the bedroom, a coffee mug in one hand and Nikolai snuggled securely in his other arm. “Just some thank you presents,” He said casually, as if he wasn’t dropping thousands of mora with each gift.

“For what?”

Childe smiled softly and came into the bedroom, putting down his mug and climbing onto the next next to you. “For giving me this little guy,” He said quietly, “I’ll be eternally grateful.”

Your cheeks grew warm, “You helped too, you know.”

“I didn’t have to go through nine months of pregnancy and hours of labor, though.” Childe caressed Nikolai’s cheek and the baby’s eyes fluttered closed. “Do you think he knows we’re his parents yet?”

You stopped examining the dress to peer at your boyfriend, “Of course he does. You’re his father.”

“Yeah, but, you have a better bond with him. I’m just on the outside.”

You sighed and reached out to hold your hand over Childe’s, “He knows you just as well as he knows me, Ajax. You’ve been in his life as much as I have and you’ve been singing to him, talking to him and loving him. He adores you.”

Your words made Childe smile softly. Nikolai stirred in his sleep and Childe adjusted him in his arms. He was so small, so delicate, and Childe would never let anything or anyone harm him.

You snuggled back into the covers, exhausted from being a new mother, and Childe didn’t leave your side. “Thank you for the gifts,” You mumbled, your face half squished in a pillow.

“Oh, they aren’t done just yet.”

zhongli

Because of your traumatic experience in labor, Zhongli was being extra precautious with you. He didn’t like when you left the bed, even to use the restroom or grab the baby, and would much rather bring Jia to you when it came time to feed her.

The help was nice for the first few days since you were exhausted and sore but as time went on, you became ansty to just be a mother. It wasn’t like Zhongli was holding you back on purpose - he was just horrified that you weren’t yet healed from your traumatic experience and something could happen while you were up and about.

So when Zhongli ran to the store and left you home alone with Jia sleeping in the bassinet, you took this as your opportunity. Gently waking up the sleeping baby, you lifted your daughter into your arms. She snuggled into your warm embrace and slowly, and somehow calmly, woke up.

You bathed Jia yourself for the first time since she was born and afterwards, carried her to the nursery to change her into warm pajamas. For the first time all week, you were starting to feel like a mother.

“Why are you up?”

A voice broke you out of your trance and you looked up to see Zhongli standing in the doorway. He wasn’t mad, just worried, and his voice expressed that.

“You can’t hold me hostage in bed forever,” You said, picking Jia up and resting her securely in your arms.

“But what if it’s too early for you to do strenuous activity?” He questioned, frowning a bit.

You rolled your eyes, “Taking care of my daughter isn't a strenuous activity.” You stepped closer to Zhongli so you could reach a hand up and cup the side of his face, “Besides, I’m feeling much better.”

Zhongli leaned into your touch, “You’ll tell me if you need a break, right?”

“Of course I will.”

You made your way to the loveseat in the corner of the nursery and you sat down in it, enjoying the change of scenery from the bedroom for once. Zhongli’s eyes softened at the sight of you with the baby and he went to leave the room. Before he stepped out, he turned his head over his shoulder and said, “I’m proud of you.”

[fe-fictions]

Can you write something about Yuri singing his fussy little one to sleep? He hates singing in public, but I’m sure he’d make an exception for his child. 😊

(You can bet your cute little boot I will!!! ;;: U ;;: )

You weren’t entirely convinced what you were hearing was real, but sure enough, there was a very handsome humming coming from the corner of the bedroom.

What stirred you was your daughter’s fussing, waking up for the third time that night. To be fair, she was only two months old, so she was very new and therefore very used to getting her way with tears.

This time, it seemed that someone else had beaten you to the punch. You felt the bed shift beside you, a quiet groan followed by a tired yawn, and then the shuffling across the room to tend to the baby.

“Oh, dear…what has my little pup crying, now?” Yuri’s voice was so soothing and sweet, dripping with the faux pity that every parent shows their sobbing newborns. It was reserved especially for occasions like this one, where her diaper was clean, she was not hungry, and simply wanted some company.

You opted to feign sleep, listening as your husband attempted to soothe the child’s tears.

“Darling, it’s long past midnight…I know you’ve only just started to grasp the way of the world, but surely you’ve figured out how to sleep through the night after two months. You are your mother’s daughter, after all- you should be clever enough.”

Stifling a giggle was surprisingly difficult, even in the dead exhaustion of night.

“Very well,” He rocked her in his arms, shifting gently from foot to foot, “Shall Papa sing you a lullaby? I’m certain it will more than suffice.”

The incoherent ramblings of your darling daughter were quickly smoothed over with a soft tune. 

Yuri’s voice was a prize, and a very rare treat to those outside his home. Even when it was just the two of you, it would take some sort of occasion or needling before you could pull a short song from his lips.

But for his daughter? Well, that was another story entirely.

“Over in Faerghus, many years ago…my mother sang a sweet song to me, in tones so sweet and low…”

You were no baby, but if that lullaby wasn’t just as effective in soothing you as it did your daughter’s tears…

Yuri’s voice was mellow and sweet, carrying through the night air with an entrancing beauty. He rocked the girl from side to side, in step with the slow rhythm of the song.

It took less than a minute for her warbling to slow to a stop, reduced to sniffles and soft whimpers as her father’s voice eased whatever worries were on her mind.

“And I’d give the world if she could sing this song to me this day…Oft in dreams I wander to that cot again, feeling her arms around me, as when she held me then…”

His song grew quieter and quieter, eventually reducing to little more than a warm hum of a gentle tune. The lullaby had done its work brilliantly, and your baby girl was successfully back to sleep.

He continued to hum as he settled her back into the bassinet, tucking her in and fawning over her as a proud father should.

The sweet serenade came to an end as Yuri returned to bed, crawling back to his place beside you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a smile on his lips.

“...It’ll be your turn the next time she wakes up, you know…”

“...I didn’t think you knew I was awake.” You whispered, peeking up at him. He clicked his tongue, kissing you once more.

“You cannot hide these things from me, my dear. It’s obvious when you’re listening to my performances with our daughter.”

“Oh?”

“For one thing, you start smiling.”

“...No I don’t.”

“You just don’t know it.” He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you into his chest. “I’ll tease you more, later…but you need some rest, Archbishop. I’ll handle the childcare, tonight.”

“She’s my baby too, you know…”

“Yes, but she looks so much more like me. Besides, how will she ever grow up to be a daddy’s girl if you take care of her all the time?”

“Fair point.” You nuzzled into your husband’s chest, who was all but purring with delight. He was profoundly happy to be a father, and to sing to her was one of life’s greatest joys.

You didn’t like the idea of your husband somehow stealing your daughter from you, but you supposed it could slide for now.

He was awfully cute when he was doting. And, naturally, it meant you got plenty more private performances from his serenades to a fussy, lavender-haired newborn.

[its-deputy-caleb]

The Four Lords- Nightmare

i’ve been so uninspired recently with my re8 writing and needed to do something to get me feeling back into it. This isn’t a request but there’s so many rn that i just needed to do something different. These are super rushed and short but again i’m not writing at 100% rn

Alcina Dimitrescu

She comforts you during a nightmare

When you wake up with a startled scream Alcina is already besides your bed side with a candle in hand. She places it on the table and scoops you up in her arms.

Alcina places a cold damp cloth to your forehead to cool you down and calm you. Her hands will constantly be rubbing your sides as she reassures you that you’re safe from any harm while in her arms.

She’ll hold you all night, playing with your hair and kissing your forehead until you fall back asleep.

You comfort her during a nightmare

When Alcina wakes up with her claws extended, it takes a long time for you to get her to realise it’s you. Your hands are held in surrender as you slowly draw closer until she’s aware there isn’t any danger in the room.

Being the big spoon is a little difficult with Alcina but you manage to find a way where you can hold her with her head in your lap. A good compromise to say the least. It’s there where you whisper sweet nothings to her until she’s ready to tell you about her nightmare.

She’ll talk for hours until her body eventually becomes too tired and she falls back asleep. If she starts to have one again, you simply stay with her and whisper to her that you’re here with her.

Donna Beneveinto

She comforts you during a nightmare

You wake up suddenly to the door opening slightly where Donna is waiting behind half of the door. She approaches you carefully and takes your hand in hers, sitting on the bed.

She makes you tea with herbs in it to ease some of the tension in your body and help you relax. It’ll also calm your mind and nerves that can keep you awake afterwards.

The rest of the night your head will be in her lap, her delicate hands will gently rub circles on your forehead, shushing you and easing you through the rest of the night.

You comfort her during a nightmare

Donna is absolutely terrified when she wakes and it takes a lot of convincing that you’re even in the room with her. When that finally happens, she starts crying and runs into your arms like a scared child.

Your hand will rub her back as you wrap her up in a number of blankets and sit her back down on the bed. You’ll race to find Angie who’s upstairs before returning to her and letting her cuddle the doll with one hand and cling to you with the other.

You’ll sing to her softly until she drifts off to sleep again, staying cuddled into her the whole night with a hand securely around her.

Salvatore Moreau

He comforts you during a nightmare

Sal is very caring and empathetic when you wake up from your horrid dream. He’s reassuring and gentle as he checks to make sure you haven’t hurt yourself while you slept.

Afterwards he’ll bring you in for a big cuddle and just let you cry it out if you need to. He’ll adapt to whatever you need and listen to you always.

If you can’t sleep straight away you’ll sit on the couch together and watch a classic movie until you fall asleep with his arms around you.

You comfort him during a nightmare

He’s very scared and embarrassed that he had a nightmare but you reassure him that it’s okay and that he’s safe. You’ll hold his face in your hands and take deep breaths with him until he’s calm again.

You’ll bundle him up with blankets and press soft kisses to his cheeks and forehead to affirm that you wouldn’t ever leave him, especially not now.

In the morning, or even for a midnight snack to cheer him up you’ll have a block of cheese for him knowing that his favourite food makes him happy.

Karl Heisenberg

He comforts you during a nightmare

Karl’s arms are wrapped safely and securely around you before you’ve even woken up properly. He’ll just hold you and sway lightly until your breathing evens out and you’re not trying to run away from the imaginary fear.

He’s very patient with you and lets you rant and vent about everything that’s troubling you, the entire time he never lets go of you. Each time you pause or take some deep breaths he places a kiss to your forehead and continues to cuddle you.

Karl will start telling you old poems, song and rhymes in German, little things he remembers from his childhood that distract you from thinking and eventually lull you to sleep.

You comfort him during a nightmare

After jolting awake and throwing most of the metal in the room half way across the floor, the shock will leave him and his body starts to tremble. When you lean in to hug him, he’ll practically melt into your arms.

You stroke his hair, pushing it from his face regardless of it being sweaty and tangled and try to distract him by tracing the scars on his face with your thumb. It works as a double to wipe the tears on his cheeks and you just hold him the whole time.

Eventually he’ll let out a yawn and will curl into your embrace, finally falling back asleep after hours of crying with his head on your chest. You, of course, will continue to softly play with his hair and lull him to sleep with whispers.

[mountswhore]

Can you write prompt #6 for mason please? Thank youuu

hey bestie, i assume you mean the little one list

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰 — mason mount

summary: your daughter had decided that she wouldn't sleep unless mason sang to her.

notes: reqs are closed

6. Singing nursery rhymes to get little one to sleep.

"Cal," you sighed, "why are you out of bed?" You'd put her to bed at seven, needing some alone time with Mason, just to relax and catch up with your show, but your daughter was making it difficult to do so.

"Mummy, I need a song."

"You don't, you want a song." You remarked, standing up from your spot on the sofa and folding your arms. She'd followed suit, folding her arms and looking up at you. It took everything in you not to laugh, she was most definitely a mini-you.

"Daddy won't be happy to see you out of bed at," you checked your phone, "ten to nine." She just pouted, adamant on getting her own way. That was the trait she'd gotten from Mason. Who was currently going to grab some food for the both of you, at the Chinese shop ten minutes away.

Lifting your daughter up, you carried her back up the stairs and into her room, pulling the glow-in-the-dark starry duvet back over her small frame. With a mischievous look on her face, which she tried to conceal with a yawn, Callie closed her eyes.

"Callie," you spoke, sitting on her bedside and running your fingers through her hair, "what did daddy say he wanted to do tomorrow?"

"Take me to the shops and buy some games, so we can have a game night." She answered, under the duvet. Her tone sounding as if she knew she wouldn't be able to get games if she didn't go to bed.

"And how are you meant to do that if you're half asleep in the morning?" You questioned, unable to hide your smile at your very much animated daughter.

"I just love the songs daddy sings at bedtime." She huffed, her eyes poking out of the duvet now. You knew she was hiding a smile under there.

"I know, silly. But it's bedtime now, okay?"

You thought that would be the end of it, you'd gone downstairs and sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone until Mason had arrived home. He'd dragged the bags into the kitchen, grabbing two plates for the both of you. It wasn't until you were scooping chow mein onto your plates that you heard a girly giggle.

Both you and Mason snapped your heads to the doorway, Callie hiding behind the door with a cheeky grin.

"Callie, what did I say?"

"This is her second time down?" Mason questioned, unaware his daughter was awake whilst he was gone.

You just nodded, watching Mason grab her and carry her upstairs. As much as he loved his daughter and wanted to spend all the time in the world with her, he also loved you and wanted you to himself for a while. He'd tucked her back into bed, a playfully stern look on his face. But how could he be mad at the angel staring up at him?

"I need a song."

"You want a song."

"And you sound like mummy." Callie remarked, Mason furrowing his brows at her and tickling just under her jaw. Hearing her giggles always made his heart skip a beat.

"Come on then," he sighed, laying down beside her in her bed that was far too small for him, "but you need to promise, no more getting out of bed. You sleep now. Okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high," he began, knowing this was her favourite one, "and the dreams that you dream of, once in a lullaby." You sat by the stairs, hearing his soft voice and falling for him all over again. Mason truly was the best dad.

"Someday I'll wish upon a star, wake up where the clouds are far behind me," his voice was like butter, and Callie loved how he sung it right into her hair, "where trouble melts like lemon drops."

"What are lemon drops, dadd-"

"Sh." He hushed her, continuing to sing. "High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me."

Callie yawned, stretching her arms over her daddy and feeling, finally, tired. She was half-asleep as Mason sang the last line.

"Why, oh why can't I?" He whispered, kissing her head and slipping out of her bed, admiring his daughter as she finally slept. Her messy hair surrounding her face, her hands covering her head, she slept just like her mummy.

And finally, he looked at you at the bottom of the stairs, a romantic smile on your face as you could finally enjoy some alone time.

"We're most definitely letting her stay with your mum and dad next weekend."

[butterflyyeo]

drunk in love

pairing - yeosang x fem reader

genre - fluff, angst (?)

tw - lots of alcohol consumption, swearing

wc - 10k

side ships - seongjoong, yungi

a/n -- was meant to be angst but turned into fluff... im trying my best to get better at writing angst aaaah. but please enjoy this for now <3 thanks for letting me tag you @iminchaosnow !!

------------------------------------------- you had known kang yeosang for nearly two years now. two, dreadfully slow and exhausting years.it was your final year of high school when he transferred to your school, he was a close family friend of wooyoung's. his parents had spoken highly of the school, insisting that yeosang transfers in order to excel for his last year of schooling. as far as you were concerned, he had decent grades, but he preferred to spend his time hanging around the skatepark after dark, when everyone else had left.

and in all the two years you'd known him, you had never once had a full conversation with him, despite being in your group of friends. his side of the 'conversation' usually consisted of monotonous 'yeahs' and 'mhms'. wooyoung constantly assured you it was because he's shy and that he'd eventually open up. but you weren't convinced. you tried so hard for him to like you, but your efforts were fruitless. it was infuriating, feeling like you were constantly doing something wrong whenever you were around him.

you currently found yourself in the backseat of yeosang's car, wedged between a drunken yunho and mingi while a chaotic wooyoung was singing along to his chosen playlist. (though, it sounded more like wailing.)

you and the eight boys had all decided to take a gap year, spend every last cent you earned on adventure and alcohol to make lifelong memories, before your careers became a blockade in your friendship. but the year was coming to an end soon, it was already mid november. on the bright side, that meant your favourite holidays were just weeks away.

yeosang was always the designated driver. that was something you had noticed about him over the last few years. to be honest, you weren't sure just how he coped with a screeching wooyoung, because you sure as hell weren't dealing very well with yunho and mingi who were playing a very intense game of rock paper scissors to decide who would be crashing on the couch in your apartment.

"i win!" mingi cheered, waving his hands excitedly. "you're on the couch, man."

yunho frowned, "damn."

you laughed, "it's okay, yunho. you can share the bed with me if you'd like."

"hey! that's not fair y/n! you said i could this time." wooyoung whined from the front seat.

"sorry, woo. you know i keep my promises, but you're going back to your apartment. remember?" you tried to reason.

wooyoung looked as though someone had switched a lightbulb on behind his eyes, "oh yeah! i forgot."

the four of you burst into laughter, mainly caused by the alcohol and partially because of wooyoung's realisation. and still, yeosang didn't crack a smile, hands just gripping the steering wheel tighter as his knuckles turned white.

soon, you arrived outside your apartment block, quickly stepping out the car after yunho. wooyoung wound his window down and you poked your head in, attempting to hug him goodbye.

"bye woo!" you said, giggling at your faltered farewell.

"good night y/n, thanks for the drinks!" he shouted, exclaiming a bit too loudly next to your ear.

"thanks for the lift as always, yeosang!" you yelled, pulling away from wooyoung's tight hug.

he nodded, "no problem." before putting the window up and driving away.

you pouted, turning around to face the two boys. "i just don't understand what i'm doing wrong." you buried your face into your hands, "why doesn't he like me?" you groaned.

"y/n." mingi began, "its nearly 1am, its way too late for this 'why does yeosang hate me?' crap." he shook your shoulders, literally trying to shake some sense into you.

"yeah, mingi's right. we've had this discussion a thousand times." yunho said grasping your wrist and pulling you up the stairs, stumbling along the way. (because lets be real, stairs are difficult enough as it is, let alone when drunk.) "now, let us into your apartment so we can eat your food and crash on your couch!" he joked, nudging mingi in a playful manner.

you reached into your pocket and fumbled around with they key for a moment before unlocking the door. the boys practically pushed you inside and made a beeline for the fridge.

"help yourselves! i'm going to shower." you called, dragging yourself to your bedroom.

once you'd finished showering you went back to the living room to check on yunho and mingi. not so much to your surprise, they had fallen asleep on your couch already, cuddled up into each other. it was cute, even picture worthy to show their sober selves. you reached for your phone which typically lived in your pocket, though you began to panic when it wasn't there. hurrying around the apartment, you searched every possible nook and cranny for your phone, but it was nowhere to be found. you collapsed onto your bed, snuggling into the soft sheets, too tired to worry about your phone anymore and content with the assumption that you'd left it in yeosang's car.

shortly, your heavy eyes fell shut and you began to sleep away the tequila.

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the next morning you awoke to mingi and yunho's deep, hungover voices, discussing their plans for the next week.

you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and dawdled down the hallway.

"ah! there's our favourite karaoke partner!" yunho greeted, jokingly.

you laughed, "shh, don't let wooyoung hear you say that."

"she's right, man. he'd be so offended." mingi said, stretching out his sore limbs. "how are you feeling today, y/n?" he asked.

"not the worst hangover i've had. what about you guys? you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, until you feel better." you replied, knowing them well enough to know that they'd need at least a few painkillers and a good meal before they went home.

yunho chuckled, "i feel like crap, but nothing a sandwich and glass of water can't solve."

"i second that." mingi said, raising a hand.

"okay, well in that case, i'll go to the store and get something for breakfast. sound good?" you reasoned, running a hand through your hair. you loved these boys, and making them breakfast was just a nice way of showing you cared. drunk or not, they knew how to make you smile and laugh, which they loved to see.

"sounds amazing!" yunho said, breaking into a sincere smile.

you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and slipped some shoes on.

"i might be a bit longer, i need to stop by yeosang's. i think i left my phone in his car." you explained, picking your keys up from the kitchen counter. "see you guys soon! feel free to take a shower if you want." you said, waving goodbye and heading out the door.

"okay, bye y/n!" the boys called from behind you.

the first stop was yeosang's apartment, he only lived about ten minutes away with wooyoung and san, in the same building as jongho. both yunho and mingi lived on the other side of town, which is why they so often crashed at your place after parties. seonghwa and hongjoong were fortunate enough to live in a house, just outside town, they had actually been the hosts of last night's party.

it didn't take long to get there. you pushed open the lobby door and made your way over to the elevator, disappointed to see that it was out of order for maintenance. instead, you took the stairs and began spiralling upwards. less than a minute later you looked up, only to bump into the man you came looking for.

"oh, yeosang! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." you quickly apologised, worried about creating another reason for him to dislike you.

"it's fine." he shrugged.

you both began to talk again at the same time, "ah, sorry, you go."

"i was just gonna say, you left your phone in my car. actually, i was about to bring it back." he pulled your phone from the pocket of his jacket, handing it to you. as he did, your fingers brushed against his. he spun around suddenly and began to walk away, "i'll see you around."

he had left before you even had a chance to thank him. slightly confused and frustrated, you turned back around and traipsed down the stairs.

you gathered what you needed for a hearty breakfast at the local convenience store before heading home and spending the rest of the day in the enjoyable company of yunho and mingi.

yeosang had entered back into his apartment and sat down on the couch.

"back already?" wooyoung asked, rummaging through the fridge.

"she was coming to get her phone and i ran into her on the staircase."

wooyoung sighed, "when are you gonna stop hating her?"

"i don't hate her." yeosang said, not looking up from his phone.

"then why do you act like you do?"

yeosang pretended to not hear that question and continued to scroll through his phone. see, he'd rather not dwell on things that he couldn't understand.

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to fill up your weekdays during your gap year, you had picked up a job at a hotel in town as a receptionist. to your dismay, your boss had asked you to work night shift all week, which is how you found yourself here on thursday night, sitting alert and waiting for the slight chance that someone might check in at this time of night. it was a pretty fancy hotel, and the job payed well enough, so really, you had nothing to complain about.

the nights seemed to drag on for an eternity. to keep yourself busy, you often wasted time counting the cars that drove past, or tried to count the number of crystals that hung from the chandelier. so far, only a few people had checked in during your shift, having come from overseas and recently arriving at the airport. honestly, whenever someone walked through the front door, lugging a suitcase behind them, you got excited as it gave you something to do.

the clock was creeping up to 4am and you let out a quiet yawn, feeling drowsy as your body clock hadn't yet adjusted to the change of sleeping patterns on such short notice. taking a sip of water, you shook your head, trying to stay awake. your head suddenly jolted up at the sound of the front door opening.

a man stumbled forward, and you'd seen enough zombie movies to become instantly paranoid. you quickly pushed the thought out of your head, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. but as the man got closer, you could smell the cheap, potent alcohol lingering on his body.

he leant against the desk, peering down at you. "i need a room for the night."  he grumbled. "my stupid wife kicked me out." he said under his breath.

you forced a friendly smile, despite feeling uneasy, "of course! i just need you to fill in this form with some simple details." you said, sliding across a clipboard and a pen.

he huffed, picking up the pen and scribbling onto the sheet of paper before pushing it back to you. "can i go now?"

"just a moment, sir." you replied, eyes skimming over the form as you copied the information into the computer in front of you.

the man was growing impatient, stepping from foot to foot with his arms crossed.

"uh, sir, you missed a part of the form. could you please provide your phone number here." you pointed to the empty space on the sheet.

"for fucks sake." he muttered, "i don't have my phone on me and i don't know my phone number." he said, annoyedly tapping on the desk.

"i'm really sorry, sir, but—"

"can't you just find me a fucking room?" he snapped, hands balled into fists and slamming against the desk, making you jump in fright.

before you had time to try and reason with him, he continued to shout.

"you're as stupid as my wife! i'll just find a different fucking hotel." he yelled, swiping the clipboard and pen off the desk. "useless bitch." he mumbled as he kicked over a chair on his way out.

you chewed your bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears. with shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first place that came to mind. after a few rings, the phone answered.

"woo?" you croaked, trying hard to not cry.

"he's asleep. this is yeosang." he replied, evidently having just woken up by the sound of his voice.

"oh." you began, instantly feeling guilty for waking him up, "i'm sorry i didn't mean to disturb you."

"did you need something?" he asked.

"i just, i was..." you let out a sob, wiping at a tear falling from your eye.

this didn't go unnoticed by yeosang, "are you crying? what are you doing awake right now anyway?"

"i'm at work." you managed to choke out.

"at 4am?"

"i'm on night shift."

"why are you crying then?" he asked, feeling something slightly tug at his heart, but choosing to ignore it.

you began to ramble, "a man came in and he was really drunk and complaining about his wife and then he yelled at me because i asked him to give his phone number and—"

"i'm on my way." yeosang cut you off.

"what?"

"i'll be there in ten." with that, he hung up the phone.

exactly ten minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of yeosang's car. he was dressed in sweats, clearly having come straight from bed. you'd left a note on the desk, explaining to your coworker why you wouldn't be there when she arrived to take over your shift. a silence filled the car, and you felt the need to talk, but chose not to, worried about giving yeosang another reason to hate you.

once you arrived outside your apartment building, you were surprised that yeosang got out the car too and trailed closely behind you up the stairs to your apartment. when you reached the door you spun around to face him.

"thank you for bringing me home." you said, voice quiet and still rather shaken up.

"it's no problem. good night, y/n." he replied, sensing that you were still upset. he suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you tightly and not let go until you stopped crying. he wanted to protect you from every drunk idiot on the planet. he wanted to make you feel safe.

but instead, he watched as you closed the door behind you and locked it from inside.

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you arrived at work the next morning, instantly feeling more comfortable with cleaners, employees and people coming and going. immediately, you headed for your boss's office.

"good morning, sir. i just wanted to come and apologise for leaving my shift early last night. i can assure you it won't happen again." you said, feeling nervous as to what your boss might say.

he shook his head, "i should be the one apologising, a man came in this morning and spoke very sternly about the safety problems here. i realise now how stupid it was of me to make you work night shift, alone, at such a young age. we've hired security guards and have also made sure that two people will be on desk at all times. i'm sorry that you had to deal with that."

you were at a loss for words, you didn't think that there would be such drastic changes just from the once incident. "thank you so much." you replied.

"for now, take the rest of the day off. you'll only be working day shifts for next week and can return to doing night shifts whenever you feel ready to do so." your boss said, motioning for the door.

the rest of the day you spent in deep sleep, catching up on some much overdue rest.

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weeks passed and you found that work was much more enjoyable. you still hadn't returned to working night shifts, but at least now you had someone to run the front desk with you and keep you company.

this weekend, you were going to visit hongjoong and seonghwa. hongjoong was sick and so you decided to go help out since seonghwa couldn't always be there to look after him.

you knocked on their front door and was surprised to be greeted by san.

"good afternoon! come in." he gave you a hug before ushering you inside.

"what are you doing here?" you said, following him down the hall.

in the living room, you saw all eight of the boys gathered around a couch-ridden hongjoong.

"jongho was already here when me, yeosang and woo arrived." san explained.

"yeah, and then mingi and yunho turned up." wooyoung continued.

"y/n! i have never been more glad to see you! you gotta save me from them." hongjoong laughed, arms open, signalling for a hug.

you went over and embraced him in a hug, "good thing i brought an excessive amount of cookies." you said, placing the box of cookies on the coffee table next to the couch. the table was covered in empty mugs and bowls, you could tell seonghwa had been busy and hadn't had the chance to clean up. you opened up the box and handed him a cookie before offering them around to the rest of the boys.

"you're the best cook ever." mingi said, taking a big bite.

"i made you spaghetti last night!" yunho countered, feeling offended that his roommate didn't think he was the better cook. mingi just laughed and took another bite.

"jongho get off the counter, please." seonghwa said, coming through the front door. "don't be so comfortable, you were throwing up in my toilet like a month ago." he joked.

yeosang glanced your way, his eyebrows furrowed like he was contemplating something.

"lets head off and give these two some space." yunho said, dragging mingi behind him.

wooyoung stood up, "yeah, lets get going."

yeosang pulled his keys from his pocket, "okay, bye guys." he said, heading down the hallway.

"can we get some food on the way home?" you heard san call as they left.

"bye hongjoong! i hope you're feeling better soon." jongho said, "bye seonghwa, i promise i won't throw up in your toilet any time soon." he joked, leaving through the front door.

"seonghwa, how are you? don't forget to take some time for yourself as well." you frowned.

"i'm tired, but i'll be okay. i just gotta clean up and—"

"why don't you go rest a while? i can keep hongjoong company for a few hours." you reasoned, wanting to help as much as possible. there was nothing you hated more than seeing you friends in distress and upset.

he looked between hongjoong and yourself, "i couldn't."

hongjoong let out an audible huff, "hwa! will you just let her help please, she clearly wants to."

you grinned, "exactly, now go read or sleep or watch some tv or something." you said, gently pushing him towards their shared bedroom.

you spent the afternoon tidying up and talking with hongjoong. you managed to do all the dishes and put them away before scouring their kitchen, deciding on what you could use for dinner. you found everything you needed for a decent meal and began cooking it up. hongjoong had dozed off mid conversation, surrounded in a pile of tissues, you chose to let him sleep so he would recover quicker.

about an hour later, you placed two steamy hot meals onto their dining table next to two full glasses of water. you quietly knocked on their bedroom door, finding seonghwa asleep amongst the covers.

you gently shook him awake, "hwa, i made dinner for you guys. you can wake joong up, i'll head off now." you said with a smile.

leaving the two of them to enjoy their dinner, you headed home and cooked yourself something to eat. it was nice having some time to yourself, but saturday nights were becoming more and more empty as winter grew closer. december was only days away and the year would soon come to an end. you reached for the phone, suddenly desperately missing your friends despite only seeing them hours ago.

"hey woo, are you free next weekend?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "i think so, why?"

"you wanna go out with the others? it's been a while since we have all caught up for drinks."

"count me in!" wooyoung cheered.

you called everyone else up and they all agreed, even hongjoong promised to come if he was feeling better.

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you found yourself surrounded by wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi as the music blared. it was a less popular club on the far side of town but it was a comfortable place for you all. you often came here for drinks and the staff members knew you, quite well, a little too well. san grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times with the music.

you laughed, leaning against him, "maybe spinning around isn't the best idea right after two shots of vodka."

"what?" san yelled into your ear, struggling to hear you over the music.

you laughed louder, pulling him closer to you, "i said, spinning is not a good idea after drinking vodka!"

"oh!" he joined you in laughing before trying to twirl you around once more.

hongjoong and seonghwa sat at the bar, holding hands and being intimate as always. yeosang was sat next to jongho at a booth, quietly talking with him, but from the corner of your eye, you saw jongho stand up and walk away. your eyes watched him worriedly and you couldn't help but run after him. you followed him as best you could, stumbling every now and then. he'd gone to the bathroom so you patiently waited outside until he came back, looking slightly pale.

you practically leapt at him, doing a quick scan to make sure he was okay, "jongho? are you alright?"

he smiled at your overwhelming concern, "yeah, i just drank too much as usual. i'll be alright, you can go back to dancing."

"let me just get you some water first. i'll be right back okay?" you patted his shoulder. "don't go anywhere i'll be back in a second."

you made your way back to where jongho had been sitting with yeosang. as you approached, yeosang eyed you up and down, taking in your drunken state, though, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way. you nearly tripped as you reached the table, struggling to walk in heels.

"i need a glass of water, do you have a glass of water? jongho needs a glass of water." you mumbled to yourself, reaching for the jug in the center of the table.

"are you okay?" yeosang asked, quickly pushing your hand away from the jug.

"i'm okay, but jongho needs water. can i take this cup? he's waiting for me, i told him not to go anywhere, i need to get back to jongho—" you tried to pick up a glass but yeosang pressed your hand back down once more.

"i'll take it to him, you stay here." he said, filling the cup full with water and heading towards the bathrooms.

your brain suddenly felt fuzzy and your eyes became blurry, it was like the alcohol hit your system all at once. your head spun round and round and you leaned forward, resting your hands on your head. you'd never felt this sick from drinking, maybe you'd had too much too quickly, maybe it was the spinning. there was no way to tell, all you knew was that you felt like you were about to fall from the top of a very high roller coaster.

your eyes felt increasingly heavy, you allowed them to slip shut, head falling to the table with a not so gentle thud.

"y/n?" someone shook you, "y/n wake up!" it was wooyoung.

"shit, is she okay? should we call an ambulance?" jongho said, reaching for his phone.

"is she breathing? has anyone checked?" seonghwa gently lifted your shoulders and sat you upright, relieved to see the rise and fall of your chest. "we should call a taxi and get her home."

"are you crazy? she's unconscious, she won't be able to get up the stairs to her apartment! what if the driver is dodgy? she's already had to deal with shitty men while working night shift, imagine if something happened while she's drunk!" yeosang blurted out. the boys were shocked over his sudden concern for you. yeosang had never once shown any interest or care for you in the presence of them.

"well, what should we do then?" mingi asked, worriedly running a hand through his hair.

"i'll take her, you've all been drinking." yeosang concluded. "she'll be fine, don't worry. enjoy the rest of your night, okay? i've dealt with woo passing out before remember?"

"that's true." san said, throwing a light hearted glare in wooyoung's direction, who showed a rather sheepish expression.

the boys went back to their drinks, taking it a little slower now and yeosang carried you to his car. it wasn't easy, but he managed to sit you upright in the back seat of his car with his rear view mirror aimed directly at you so he could make sure you were okay.

he was able to lift you up the stairs and get your house key from the pocket of your jacket, which would've looked questionable to anyone else, but he had the best intentions. he sat you down in a dining chair, watching as your head lolled forward and your body slumped. he quickly filled a glass of water and came back to you.

"y/n." he whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." he said again, louder this time.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but you weren't waking up and that was becoming concerning. he shook your shoulder, as gently as he possible could in a moment like this, and to his relief, your eyes hesitantly opened.

your head felt like a bowling ball and you groaned quietly. "yeosang?"

"here." he said holding the cup to your lips, allowing you to take a small sip.

"how did we get here?" you mumbled, head rolling to the side.

he caught your head and carefully pushed you back upright, "i drove you, this is your apartment."

"oh." you said, eyes drooping shut again. "oh." you repeated.

"y/n, i really need you to stay awake right now." he said, bringing the cup to your mouth again. "lets talk."

"we never talk!" you exclaimed. "this is the longest conversation we've ever had!"

"i know." he said, pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of you. yeosang felt that slight tug at his heart again tonight, the way you sounded so excited just to talk with him.

"no, no, no." you whined, "this is so bad!"

"what is it?"

you pouted before nervously biting your lip, "i'm really sorry."

"for what?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

"for ruining your night and making you stay here with me! now you just have another reason to hate me." you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i could never hate you." he said, voice barely above a whisper.

but you had fallen back asleep, so yeosang sat you upright once more and monitored you closely all night. with every minute that passed, he wished more and more that it was easier for him to show his emotions, to you especially. he wondered if maybe he wasn't so closed off that things would be different between the two of you. but it was hard for him, to let people in, he was afraid. afraid of people judging the real him, afraid of what might happen if he lets himself become vulnerable, afraid of facing his feelings about you.

you awoke hours later with a raging headache and extreme nausea. you headed straight for the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, feeling the sickest you'd ever felt. yeosang waited patiently outside the bathroom door with a glass of water and painkillers.

when you came out, he held his hand out, "take this."

you looked down at his hand and then up at him, slightly confused, "what are you doing here?"

"you passed out last night, and i drove you home because everyone else had been drinking." he said, passing the glass of water.

"oh my god." you ran a hand through your hair, "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to be any trouble! you must of been here all night, i promise it won't happen again, that was so stupid of me—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it." he said, shrugging, "i'll get going now, but make sure you take it easy and drink enough water." his eyes carefully scanned your body one last time, making sure you were really okay. he headed for the door and you followed.

"i'm really sorry." you frowned, feeling as though no amount of apologies would make it up to him.

he let out a slight chuckle, "it's okay, seriously y/n." he said before leaving. you heard the all too familiar jingle of his keys as the door closed behind him.

he'd stayed with you all night, eyes watching over you closely. ready at your side whenever you stirred in your sleep. he'd been there in the morning prepared with water and painkillers. this was never how it was, usually this was your job, taking care of the boys. it was your way of showing you cared, helping out wherever possible.

this wasn't like yeosang. at all.

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as soon as yeosang got home he was greeted by a very concerned san and wooyoung.

"is she okay?"

"are you tired?"

"did she wake up?"

he was bombarded by questions.

"she's okay, she fell asleep after a while and i made her take some painkillers when she woke up." yeosang said, collapsing onto the couch.

"so you really don't hate her then." wooyoung thought aloud.

"he can't, he spent the whole night looking after her!" san said, hitting wooyoung like it was obvious.

"owww," wooyoung rubbed his arm, "even she thinks you don't like her!"

"i know, she said last night. but she probably won't remember saying that." yeosang said, feeling increasingly drowsy from his lack of sleep.

"maybe you guys should like, talk things out?" san suggested, taking a seat next to him.

"maybe." yeosang said, drifting off into sleep.

you had spent the day curled up in bed, wondering how you could make it up to yeosang, and there was nothing more you wanted than to get to know him better, but what would he want? you called up san on that thought.

"hey sannie," you said, "i need your help, actually, is woo there as well?"

"oh my god she's alive!" you heard wooyoung call from beside san.

"what do you need help with?" san asked.

you paused a moment, "is yeosang there?"

"well yes, but he's asleep."

you groaned, "i feel so bad that he stayed up all night looking after me. i really wanna make it up to him but i don't know how. plus, it's not like he's that fond of me. maybe i should just thank him by staying out of his space."

"i don't think he'd like that." wooyoung interjected. "i still think he just needs time before opening up to you."

"i think its just me." you sighed, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"hey! don't be like that! there's no reason to not like you." san scolded you for down talking yourself as he always does.

"agreed." wooyoung said, chiming in.

"i'm sure i'll work something out. thanks guys! enjoy the rest of your day!" you said.

"good luck!"

"bye y/n!"

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you had been staring at your phone for at least an hour, typing and retyping the message to yeosang. wooyoung gave you his number so that you could contact him when you'd finally worked out how to make it up to him. in the end, you decided that you would let him decide.

you drew in a sharp breath and squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you pressed send.

you: hey yeosang, i still feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you !!

yeosang: did wooyoung give you my number? T~T

you: yes he did.. i hope thats okay !

yeosang: of course yeosang: how about you make it up to me over a cup of coffee? >.<

you: that sounds great !! you: when are you free ?

yeosang: does tomorrow morning work for you ? i can pick you up ^_^

you: of course ! i'll see you tomorrow :)

yeosang sat in his room, facepalming. why was it so easy to be more open over text?

you on the other hand, felt your heart swell in a bizarre way. maybe it was the way you hadn't expected him to use such cute little emoticons. maybe it was the way that you'd be able to have a full conversation with him. whatever it was, excitement had taken over you.

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a knock pounded at your door and you rushed to open it.

"ready to go?" he asked, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"yes, lets go!" you said, sounding a little too excited.

the two of you made your way down the stairs and into yeosang's car. you found yourself smiling as you looked out the window.

your excitement hadn't gone unnoticed, "you seem awfully excited."

"i really wanted to make it up to you," you beamed. "it must've been boring to watch over me all night."

"i didn't mind so much." he said, shrugging.

you frowned, "you shouldn't of done it."

"and leave you passed out in the club?" he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

"well..."

"exactly." he said, parking the car outside a small cafe nearby his apartment. "come on, lets go inside."

you followed him in and took a seat across from him at a table close to the window. you both ordered coffees and resumed conversation.

"so, where were we?" you smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"talking about how you wanted me to leave you passed out in the club." he said. you were almost convinced you saw a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"right. i'm so sorry about that."

this time he actually chuckled, and you were taken aback. it was like the wall yeosang had surrounding himself was crumbling before your eyes.

"you need to apologise less." he laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his mouth for a sip. "half of the time we talk its just you saying sorry to me."

"i'm so—"

"hey!" the two of you broke into laughter.

his laugh was loud but warm and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched up cutely, the way his eyes looked full of stars and the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes after, revealing his beautiful birthmark. from that point on, you wanted to be the one to make him laugh every day.

he felt that familiar tug at his heart, the one he'd been feeling every moment he spent alone with you. the one he felt when he first met you. the one he couldn't make any sense of. it was as though his heart was a violin and you were the one playing it. (which would explain the tugging feeling.) but you were playing the sweetest song and he never wanted it to end.

the two of you laughed the morning away, gradually making up for what you'd missed over two years in a matter of two hours.

you'd discovered that even after getting him to open up more, he wasn't one for words. you found yourself talking his ear off while he listened intently, occasionally sharing his opinions and stories. in all his honesty, he didn't mind listening to you talk. he could've sat there all day, drinking countless cups of coffee, watching the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you paused to think or the way your eyes filled with sparkles when you talked about something that made you happy.

you insisted on paying for the infinite cups of coffee, as it was your way of making it up to him. he reluctantly agreed, but promised that he would pay if there ever was a next time, which he secretly hoped there would be. he'd finally had the chance to let his walls down. (it was actually more like you'd climbed the walls and torn them down with your bare hands.) but he was thankful for it.

he drove you back to your apartment, even after you persisted on walking home, seeing as it wasn't that far. he refused, insisting that he drive you. he even followed you up the stairs to the door of your apartment.

you turned around to face him, "you know, you're not so bad when you actually wanna talk to me."

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not drunk." he countered, his lips breaking into a playful grin.

you glared jokingly, "hey! don't make me apologise again."

"okay, okay. i won't." he said, raising his hands in defence.

you smiled, resting against the door, "alright, well, i've really enjoyed hanging out with you today. maybe we should catch up more often."

"maybe we should." he said, bearing a coy smile, "bye, y/n. i'll see you around."

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it was only about a week later he showed up at your work, at the end of your shift. you were pleasantly surprised to see him, and at first thought he was just someone coming to book a room.

"hello, are you looking for a r— yeosang?"

"when do you get off work?" he asked, glancing over to the clock.

"five minutes."

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay?" he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

on his way out, you saw as he ran into your boss, the two of them beginning conversation.

"it's good to see you've made those security changes." yeosang said as he nodded, extending his arm for a friendly handshake. "i'm very thankful."

your boss shook his hand, "and i'm thankful that you suggested them."

just over five minutes later you got into the passenger seat of yeosang's car.

"it was you who told my boss about the safety problems." you said, in near disbelief.

"hello, to you too." he joked sarcastically. "well, i would hate to think that the situation could happen again, so i just suggested some possible improvements. thats all." he shrugged like it was nothing.

"suddenly, i feel the need to make it up to you again." you smiled shyly.

"you can do that by accompanying me to the skate park." he said, motioning to his skateboard on the back seat.

"ah, so thats why you came."

"well yeah, i wanted to bring you to the skate park."

your heart swelled once again, feeling joyed that he wanted to share one of his favourite places with you. (despite him never telling you directly, you knew he loved the skate park as he spent majority of his high school time there when he wasn't studying.)

when you arrived, the sun was beginning to slip behind the horizon, causing the sky to glow a rosy pink. there were still a few kids, probably high schoolers, hanging around the park. you took a seat at a bench and waited for yeosang to come over, who was getting his skateboard out the car. you felt oddly out of place since you were still in your neat work uniform and didn't know the first thing about skateboarding.

yeosang rolled over with a grin plastered onto his face, you'd never seen him so happy, and it made you happy to see him this way. it was strange how all it took was a few cups of coffee for him to become a completely different person around you.

he didn't need to ask you to watch as your eyes were already glued to him as he dropped into the bowl, showing countless tricks and flips.

the truth was in fact that yeosang was grateful for you 'making it up to him'. he'd never been able to comprehend his feelings for you, if they were even feelings at all. he hated the confusion and decided it was easier to ignore it, and to an extent, ignore you, to make it go away. it had been working for the most part, until every time the two of you were alone together, he couldn't ignore the slight tug at his heart, that was becoming more of a pull over the last few weeks.

"you're amazing!" you cheered as he sat down next to you, out of breath.

"thanks." he smiled shyly, running a hand through his hair and out of his face. he leaned back, looking up at the sky. "do you sometimes wish you could see the stars from within the city? hongjoong and seonghwa are so lucky they can see them from their house."

you pondered a moment, thinking about the last time you actually saw stars in the sky. "i see stars in your eyes sometimes." you said, absent minded.

he felt warmth burning in his cheeks, "you do?"

"do what?" you turned to him, "did i say that out loud?" you gasped, covering your face in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that it was just a thought and—"

"what did i say about apologising?" he laughed. "it's getting cold, right? you ready to head home?" he asked.

you smiled, "if you are."

he drove you home and said goodbye, feeling happy about spending time alone with you once again. he couldn't stop thinking about what you said and you couldn't stop feeling like a fool for saying it.

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the weather got colder and colder and soon it began to snow as the days of december passed. you had spent the day helping jongho move some new furniture into his apartment. it was a difficult job, but easier with the two of you, even san and wooyoung came to help. you couldn't resist wondering where yeosang was and why he didn't come, seeing as they lived in the same building. maybe he was busy, you thought.

"hey, where's yeosang?" you asked, lifting a box and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"at home, i think he's been feeling sick or something, he hardly comes out of his room lately." wooyoung shrugged, assuming it was all good.

"if he's sick i'll bring him over some food and painkillers, maybe keep him some company." you explained, not wanting yeosang to be unwell.

"i think he'd rather be left alone, to be honest." san said, giving wooyoung a side glance that you couldn't miss.

you pulled out your phone and sent yeosang a quick message.

you: are you feeling okay? san and woo said you were sick :((

he didn't respond right away and you just figured he was asleep. but as you finished helping out at jongho's house a few hours later, he still hadn't responded. when you were sitting down to eat dinner at home, he still hadn't respond. just before you were going to turn the lights out and go to bed, he still hadn't responded.

something was up. this wasn't like yeosang, not anymore. not since the two of you had been spending so much time together. maybe it was like the boys said, and he was truly very sick, but in that case, why wouldn't they let you help?

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days passed and you went to work as usual, repeating the same few lines, asking people if they want a room, asking them to fill in a form, then directing them to the right room. days passed and you still hadn't heard back from yeosang, you wondered if he was still sick. days passed and you began to think maybe you should go over there to see if he's okay.

but if there was one thing you'd learnt about yeosang recently, it was that he was the quieter type, and probably wouldn't appreciate you going over there to keep him company and would rather be alone. so that evening when you got off work, you didn't go visit him like you so desperately wanted to, instead, you went straight home.

you cooked and ate dinner for yourself, before picking up your phone, only to see still no messages from yeosang.

you: hey woo you: is yeosang feeling better ?

wooyoung: yeah he is

you: well then can i come visit tomorrow ?

wooyoung: i think he's busy wooyoung: sorry

you: its okay woo you: its not your fault !!

you switched your phone off and headed for the shower, trying to wash away the stress and worry for yeosang that had built up over the last few weeks. you had really grown to like him and there was still so much about him you wanted to learn, like when he learned to skateboard or how he got the small scar on the back of his hand, that you'd noticed when ever he brushes his hair out of his eyes.

two years he'd spent, not interested in holding conversation with you and two years you'd spent, wondering what you'd did so wrong. but lately, you felt like you were doing something right around him, getting him to smile and laugh, share his own stories.

you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he still didn't like you, and had just been trying for wooyoung's sake.

or maybe he was genuinely starting to like you, but you went and fucked it up by weirding him out and telling him about his starry eyes.

or maybe he'd just had enough of you already. decided that a few weeks was enough time spent trying to change things between the two of you.

as you finished showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you glanced at the clock which read 10:56pm. you switched on the television to watch some youtube before going to bed. as you felt yourself dozing off, a faint knock sounded at your door, so quiet you almost missed it.

when you opened the door, you were shocked to see yeosang standing there, leaning against the door frame for support. he looked up at you, his normally starry eyes were dulled with tears.

you rushed forward to him, smelling the alcohol as you got closer, "yeosang are you okay? what are you doing here? i thought you were sick. are you drunk? you never drink, come inside." you gently pulled him inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned to face him, he was staring at you, tears about to spill over the brim of his eyes.

"i hate you." he breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. he didn't seem angry though, he looked fragile, like a glass vase balancing on the edge of a table.

you felt the urge to cry, finally hearing those three words that confirmed your biggest concern, yeosang disliking you. "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i never meant to—"

"i hate you." he said, louder this time before running a hand through his hair hastily. he let out a frustrated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "i hate the tugging feeling in my heart whenever we're alone. i hate the way you put yourself before others. i hate the way you ramble on when you're nervous. i hate the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. i hate the way i don't drink around you because i feel the need to protect you and make sure you're safe. i hate the way i tried to ignore you for two years because i was scared and confused about my own feelings. i hate how it only took one cup of coffee with you for my walls to come crashing down!" he paced from side to side, waving his hands around crazily.

yeosang looked scared and lost, like he'd never felt this way about anyone before, and that was the truth. he didn't know how to comprehend these feelings and it terrified him.

you watched as he spiralled, seeming as though it would never stop. you weren't sure what to do, so you just listened to that swelling feeling in your heart once again, the one that had led you to develop feelings for yeosang, and you pulled him close into your arms. he clung onto you tightly, scared to let go, like if he did then he'd lose you forever. you ran your fingers through his hair briefly, trying your best to comfort him.

"i'm sorry." you repeatedly whispered to him. you'd never meant to upset him or confuse him.

yeosang let out a quiet sob into your chest, "i hate the way i've fallen in love with you." he croaked out.

he didn't hate you. never did. never will. your heart swelled completely in your chest, feeling as though it would burst through. but it couldn't be true. he's totally drunk out of his mind.

"you're not in your right mind, yeosang, you need to get home. you're drunk and talking nonsense." you embraced him tightly one more time, and you could've sworn you felt the beat of his heart through the hug. "come on," you urged, steering him towards the door, "wooyoung and san are probably worried and waiting up for you."

with much effort, you led him down the stairs of your apartment block and walked him home. the street lamps led you in the freezing city night air. you held his wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs to his own apartment. he didn't speak a single word the whole time, instead, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. it hurt you so much to see him this broken, but you knew he wasn't saying the truth under control of the alcohol in his veins.

you knocked at his apartment door, hoping that one of the boys were still awake. luckily, they both were and quickly they flung the door open.

"y/n? yeosang?" san questioned, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"we've been so worried about you!" wooyoung said, pulling yeosang away from you. "hang on, are you drunk?"

san had noticed his tired, tear stained eyes, "you look like you've been crying! are you okay?"

you let out a quiet sigh, knowing you didn't need to be here anymore. you gave a small wave goodbye and headed home, utterly exhausted.

and though you were so drained, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. those words yeosang said to you kept running through your mind busily.

did he mean any of it?

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yeosang felt bad. he felt terrible. like he wanted to vanish into thin air and float away with the breeze. though he couldn't, no, he desperately wanted to apologise to you. but he didn't know how, he wasn't good with words or expressing his feelings, and you wished he knew that was something you loved about him.

wooyoung and san tried to ask him what happened the night he drunkenly confessed to you, but he couldn't have them know that he'd been harbouring feelings for you for all this time, they'd never let him live it down. he could imagine the continuous teasing they'd give him, nudging him whenever you were together or giving him side glances after talking to you.

yeosang gave it lots of thought. he mulled it over in his head repeatedly. it was only after hours spent hidden away in his room that he decided to go back to where it all started, a text. a text that said how much he wanted to make it up to you for having to deal with him drunk, just like the one you'd sent initially.

yeosang: hey y/n, i feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you! T^T

your heart leapt a mile seeing his name appear on your phone. you grinned upon reading his message, realising it was scarily similar to the message you had first sent him.

you: hmmm you: that sounds familiar

yeosang: >.< yeosang: seriously though, how does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound? i'll cook

you: you can cook?

yeosang: there's a lot you don't know about me x_x

you: okay, i'll be there !!

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yeosang wasn't lying when he said he can cook. as you traipsed up the stairs of his apartment block you could smell something delicious laced in the air.

the usual swelling in your heart had instead fell to the pit of your stomach, you were feeling slightly nervous as to what would happen when you entered yeosang's apartment. you inhaled deeply before knocking at the door of his apartment.

"hey y/n, come in." yeosang greeted, holding an arm out, signalling for you to come inside.

"you must've been working hard cooking! it smells delicious." you said, feeling a sense of comfort just from the smell of food.

"yeah, lucky i sent wooyoung and san over to jongho's place, otherwise i doubt there would be any pasta to serve." he joked. "you can take a seat, i've just gotta serve up."

you sat down in front of a neatly laid table, it had somewhat surprised you how much effort yeosang had put into this dinner tonight. he placed a steamy hot plate of pasta in front of you and one where he would sit.

"so." he began.

"so." you copied, teasingly.

"i guess, i really just wanted to say i'm sorry for how i behaved the other night when i was drunk. you shouldn't of had to deal with that." he frowned, poking at his dinner.

you furrowed your brows, "it's seriously fine yeosang." you took a bite of pasta, "i was just surprised to see you drunk, since you never drink."

he chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, "actually, i do. i just never drink when you're there."

"really? why?" you questioned, eating another mouthful of pasta.

"because..." he paused. "no, it sounds dumb out loud."

"it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself." you smiled warmly, "but that does remind me to ask... do you remember anything you said to me while you were drunk?" you leant forward, genuinely curious.

he sighed, "i remember.. enough."

"you don't really hate me, right?" you asked, playing with the food on your plate.

"of course not! that's why i invited you here tonight. to show you that i don't, and to make it up to you." he had to refrain from reaching across to hold your hand, just to show how much he cared that little bit more.

you nodded, "well, thats good. i was kinda worried that we'd gone back to square one."

comfort settled within you. it was relieving to know you weren't hated by the one person whose love you wanted most. a tiny thought crept into your mind, maybe, just maybe, now would be the right time to tell him about your blossoming feelings for him. or would that confuse him more? now you were the one feeling conflicted.

"are you finished eating?" he asked, reaching for your empty plate.

"yes, thank you! it was delicious. you're a good cook, y'know."

"ah, thanks y/n." he turned away to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"would you like me to do the dishes? since you cooked." you offered, standing up. but he quickly opposed.

"don't be ridiculous." he shooed you back to your seat. "can i get you a coffee? water? wine?"

"a coffee sounds good, i think you and i have had too many drunken situations lately." you laughed.

yeosang pulled out two mugs and put the kettle on. he felt your eyes carefully watching him. once again, he hated the feeling that was pulling at his heart. the way you could say nothing, yet he felt everything.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice now quieter and more hesitant.

"sure, what is it?" he said, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of you.

you took a sip, humming in delight. it was exactly the way you liked it. when the two of you went out for coffee, he had unintentionally remembered just the way you like it.

"well," you began cautiously, in case you brought this situation into flames again. "i just... i always wondered why you didn't like me. if i was doing something wrong, if i said something once that really upset you. and then after we started spending time together, i finally felt like i was doing the right thing." you groaned, frustrated with yourself for not getting to the point quicker. "what i'm trying to say is that i have feelings for you. it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i wouldn't expect you to, i just thought you should know—"

yeosang basically choked on his coffee, eyes widening in shock. "it's okay, y/n! in case you hadn't noticed, i'm crazy about you."

you had continued to ramble nervously before hearing what he said.

"wait. you are?"

"basically ever since you said that thing about stars in my eyes, yes."

you cringed, remembering how you had said that so absent minded. "yeah, sorry about that."

"it's okay, it was cute. and what did i say about apologising?"

you shook your head and smiled, "i know."

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ever since the two of you confessed to each other, you had been almost inseparable, except of course when you had work. but he dropped you home most nights, even though you insisted it was okay and that you could walk. he came over every weekend just to spend time with you, even if the two of you just sat and talked, enjoying each other's company. you'd been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it undercover, not wanting to suffer the incessant questioning that would come if you told your friends.

it didn't go unnoticed either, wooyoung and san were constantly nagging yeosang about why the two of you spent so much time together, and each time he just shrugged it off.

christmas was just around the corner, so you were spending the evening at seonghwa's and hongjoong's house, who of course, were throwing an unnecessarily large house party to celebrate.

you were sat between a very drunk yunho and mingi, who were trying to talk to an also very drunk jongho. you eyed your boyfriend from across the room, as if asking for a way out and he just laughed at the situation you were stuck in.

after at least ten minutes more of having your ear talked off, yeosang came to pull you away to the dance floor.

"care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

you immediately jumped up, latching onto his hand, "i would love to!"

he chuckled, pulling you close to his side and leading you to the makeshift dance floor that seonghwa and hongjoong created.

the two of you laughed at the boys' reaction. they were completely shocked to see the two of you so close together and yeosang being friendly.

he twirled you around a few times with the music, before settling his arms around your waist. he brought you near to him as you placed your arms behind his neck. you swayed back and forth, engulfed in your own little bubble of comfort in each other's arms, completely out of time with the loud thumping music that blared around you.

you felt content, and yeosang no longer felt confused. he found his home in your arms and his happiness.

you reached up to place your lips on his, capturing the moment surrounding you. yeosang melted into the kiss, discovering that your lips were soft and sweet against his, just as he had imagined, which caused his knees to feel weak and his heart to skip more than just one beat. he never wanted to let you go, he wanted to compensate for every second that he didn't spend with you since the two of you met.

he leaned forward and whispered softly, just so you could hear above all the music and singing, "lets stay like this forever."

[yanderenightmare]

uhm, yandere Katsuki with a small reader... like idk how to explain but fluff fear? like waking up together but all she can think about is how loud he sleeps and how BIG he is, also him being a total bitch about how small she is?

yandere kidnapper ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

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goodiebag WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon mentions, kidnapping, abduction, abuse, degradation

PUFF

Waking up warmer than usual was something she’d gotten terribly used to. 

It had only been a couple days. A couple days in a foreign house without anything to do except prance around in what lingerie Katsuki bothered to give her, or sleep the hours away. Where which the latter was undesirable, because she’d be risking getting snuck up on by the brute predator once he returned. So, she was left walking about, dragging tired limbs through barren hallways, stopping to take in the space of each impersonal room, half-naked and cold in the marble mansion, doing nothing but dreading the time her hero came home. 

And in the absence of things happening, those moments where she was in fact preoccupied with something became so much heavier and longer than what they were in reality. Expanded, to the degree where she could pinpoint almost every single detail within the moment. 

This was one of those moments.

She wanted to focus on the bed, soft material, caky and cloudy beneath her, but it was difficult to ignore the mass behind her. His nose poking into the top of her head, nuzzling in her hair, a good measurement of knowing how close his teeth were to her neck as heavy breaths ran down her neck like a chilling breeze, ticklish and disturbing like crawling mites. His chest, rising, pushing into her back, the beating of his heart rattling her ribcage. His hands, large and so very warm, warmer than they were supposed to be, scathed like sandpaper as they scratched in their presence by rubbing her hip, arms slung around her body haphazardly, caging her, suffocating her, pulling her close, holding her steady, trapping her. 

Like a dragon protecting his treasure, she thought, but quickly discarded of the notion. It sounded too sweet. 

Katsuki wasn’t sweet.

He’d come home yesterday, coated in smog, droplets of blood flecked on his sand-skin in no particular pattern. He didn't shower, he’d only grabbed her and walked off to bed. No words shared, only whimpers and dark, disturbing chuckles. She’d struggled, as much as she could against the brute, but it felt as though he enjoyed that more. Tightening his hold until she swore she began to hear her bones ache, bristle as he squeezed the air from out of her lungs. 

She was happy she was spared his painful cock that night, but she was sure it would be a short-lived mercy.

His hold; though still strong, wasn’t as tight in the morning. She took it as an opportunity to create more space between herself and the fever-heat and blinding smell of caramel. She almost wished she could smell the blood and smoke instead, something bitter to disrupt the sickening sweet. She wished she could smell anything else, but even the smell of herself was overcome by him. She’d walked around the house thinking of it the other day, how it was almost as though he’d scented her, as though they were animals.

He didn’t take lightly to the disturbing of his slumber, grunting and growling, stirring that overbearing sense of fear inside her gut, her stomach folding in every possible way. She didn’t want to stop, she wanted to fight, she wanted to roar. He tightened his arms around her, squeezed her hip, planting her ass better against his crotch and she froze.

He smacked his tongue against his teeth. “Now what?” He coaxed. She expected his voice to sound groggy in the morning, but she’d learned in the past days, it never shed its ugly tone. “You gonna cry?” His voice sounding almost hopeful as he bit down on her earlobe, earning a gasp that along the way turned into a delicious little whimper. She tried clawing at his hand, his own nails digging into her skin. “Do yourself a favor and relax” All his taunting, patronizing overbearing words, dismissive to her discomfort, rather enjoying it, if only she could see the cracked smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. She kept struggling despite the obvious futility. “Yer’ not going anywhere, yer’ exactly where you need to be... exactly where you belong.” His tone was casual as he sucked in a breath, sighing with a grumbling growl, still sleepy, yawning behind her, comfortable when squeezing her plushie little form, keeping her close like child with a teddybear. 

But he wasn't enjoying how her legs were kicking, despite the rest of her struggles being teasingly pleasurable.

Pushed down on her back, manhandled into position, he made to move himself between her thighs. Now, with more mistaken freedom, she tried pushing him away. Foolish fists hit against the stiff muscles of his chest, until he grabbed them by the wrists and pinned them above her head. His face so much closer now, but he didn’t kiss her, still longing to hear her speak up, to beg, to plead, to scream. But he remained close, knowing how every one of his words made her heart beat that much faster, and how those especially crude words made her quiver or better yet bleat, like a little lamb beneath him.

“Come on…” He hauled out. She barely made out the words, as far hidden in the growl as they were. His voice tickling her burning ear, his head resting its heavy weight on her arm. “I know I’ve been busy, but…” He spoke as though she wanted to spend more time with him. “It’s my day off.” His voice in singsong, as if she’d be excited, the tone sounding dreadful and wrong when coming from him, dark as it was. But it earned him what he’d been wanting, that soft and struggled sniffle, breath caught in her throat, an uncontrolled shiver breaking the sweet feeble noise.

Content with what he’d reduced her to, he rested his head on the pillow beside her face, his weight laid down upon her in a lifedraining fashion. He hummed, closing his eyes, enjoying her small frame beneath him. In her rightful place, he snickered. Eyes fluttering to look at her pretty face, hand covered in dried blood and smoke as it ascended to tug a lock of hair behind her ear, his thumb stroking over her lips when he made to retract it. The state of his skin made him cringe when he touched the fairness of her complexion. It felt wrong, he admitted. 

They needed to find an even ground.

“Let’s shower, I’m dirty.” She could feel his lips on her ear now, but she was too shell-shocked to snap her head away, knowing what was coming.

In all honesty, she wouldn’t mind a shower. She’d been there a while and didn’t exactly feel clean with him spread, smeared all over her, inside her. But, he’d insisted on being so very close at all times, she was sure the same rules would apply in the shower. 

She tried her best to fight, but it was all so easy to simply grab her arm and pull her with him, yanking on her like a child with a toy. Throwing her inside the large bathroom, with strength that almost had her falling to her knees.

“Take yer’ clothes off.” He commanded, having her backed up against the cold tiles of the walls. “Or… they’re not really your clothes.” He tugged at the black fabric of his shirt, one she’d put on after realizing her own clothes were far from wearable anymore, singed as they were.

Towering over her petite shape, enjoying how she had to tilt her head a drastic degree to stare up at him. 

She was so tiny, it sent pleasurable shivers down his spine to look at her, small like a little pet. His shirt hung around her in the same way you’d expect a tent would, reaching all the way down to her knees, only barely fitting on her narrow shoulders.

She wanted to sound strong. “N- no.” It came out weak.

Snickering, he placed a hand on the wall beside her head. “I was hoping you’d say that…” His smile was so feral, she began wondering if smiles were ever a nice gesture in the first place. Katsuki seemed to do it simply to show her those large teeth stored in his mouth, teeth that could rip her throat out if he were dedicated enough. “Better you learn sooner than later just how helpless you are to stop me getting what I want.” He leaned in closer, stepping further into her space, threatening to crush her toes under the soles of his feet, his much too hot breaths striking her face on repeat. “Weak.” He spat the word, as though it were venom on his tongue. “Defenseless.” It disgusted him, distaste clear in the growl lacing his tone. “Fragile.” 

He’d not gotten exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to scream, whether it was of rage or of fear, didn’t really matter. The tears were no less satisfying though, dribbling down her cheeks, eyes glossy and sparkling.

He grabbed the collar of the t-shirt. She felt the pull, but the tear still came as a surprise. The ripped fabric, now reduced to useless singed rags, pooling around her ankles, and she found herself regretting her wish to smell smoke because the burn of the textile at her feet was not the type of bitter like morning coffee, but bitter in the way that made her eyes sting. Her knees almost gave out when his hand neared her again, his other hand placed above her head, meaning to cage her in between his warmth and the freezing wall behind her. 

Her nipples perked at once when he made contact, which made him smile, hand still hot, much too hot. He cupped one breast in his hand, much too small to fill it entirely. He didn’t seem to mind though.

“So soft…” The disdainful tone was gone, but she found herself missing it as opposed to what lingered in his voice now. “So delicate.” Lust was so terribly more frightening than his distaste. “So…” He licked his lips, a hot breath fanned over her face and goosebumps sprung to the surface of her skin. He hummed in response and she was sure she might just faint. “So sensitive.” She yelped when he pinched. “Mine.” His voice was low and rumbling, hot like raked coals. Tugging down her bottoms as well, she did little to prevent it. 

Not that it would have mattered if she did.

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