#yuri pilled tonight

[doors-worstenemy]

Eight rummaging through the lockers just to turn around and see Marina has left many kiss marks all over Pearl drone, forcing Eight to stop and clean Pearl before they go back in the spire

[godhandler]

dealer!Shoko x addict!reader, addicted to Shoko that is, no way jjk society doesn’t have a rampant drug problem, light smut, drugs, tragic yuri <3

“Shoko, I got a boo-boo here.” You tap your lips. “Kiss it away?”

“Just take your drugs and go.”

-----

Shoko is of the variety of women who survive. Born for it, in a way, with her coveted powers. You could fold her paper-hollow bones into a pretzel with very little effort, but nothing could truly kill her. 

It’s not like that for the majority of the sorcerers who file daily into her infirmary. Or the attached mortuary. For them (and you) a little something extra is needed to keep inevitable death from constantly poaching their minds. Yaga looks the other way if a few boxes of Xanax go missing unprescribed. 

But that’s not what you’re sitting on her operating table for. You’re of a more civilised sort: your addiction is Shoko, as you declare while blowing her a finger-heart. 

“And Klonopin.” Shoko deadpans, throwing you two packets of the aquarium-blue itty bitty pills that make your life itty bitty bearable. And then a hard-plastic bottle: “Pass these on to Nanami, will you?”  

“Du-ra-morph?” The print is so small you have to squint to read. 

“Painkillers. He’s always aching somewhere.” That makes sense, that man is worked to the bone. You wonder how much of his paycheck goes to this and the Zyn habit that stayed with him since his investment banker days.

“He’s taking a break after this mission. Shoko, let’s do that too, the countryside is calling.”

It’d be nice to take her out of this sour 9 x 9 mortuary she exists in. You think of the fresh air, swaying red poppies, fish in lakes, open skies up ahead: a water-coloured Ghibli movie. The guarantee of growing old with your loved ones. When you turn your head, Shoko will be right there, right next to you. 

She considers it, leaning on the desk and lighting a cigarette. You pop a pill dry, the foil packet crinkling, watching her.

Dark circles that nothing could fix. Eyes red with the constant smoke. Thin wrists, creased fingertips. Gorgeous. 

The clock ticks 2 past midnight. Klonopin isn’t cutting it, especially not tonight: Shoko can tell by the lines on your brow. 

“Want something else? On me.” She leaves her cigarette in the safety of your lips to reach under the desk, pawing for the most expensive lifesavers she hides (she won’t tell for whom). 

You can’t resist it. “Nice ass, babe.”

“I know,” she straightens up, holding the baggie out for you. At first you’re offended– why would Shoko offer you crack as if she doesn’t even know you, but then it clicks that it’s heroin, purer white than you’ve ever seen before. Fuck. That has to be a small fortune, even wedding rings come cheaper.

“Is this how you’re saying that you love me, Shoko? Because I–”

She never gets to know what you’ll say next because you (very rudely, she thinks) blow the smoke in her face. It’s fun to tease Shoko. Keeps morale up and feelings away.  

You gingerly sniff into the baggie. “Don’t kill me, but it smells like your pussy.” Shoko pointedly refuses to reply, busying wiping a glass cup clean with the tail of her lab coat. “Not in a bad way. Doesn’t taste anything like your pussy, don’t worry.”

“When are you leaving?” 

“Relax, woman.” You pull up the sleeves of your blazer– standard Jujutsu High issue, rank stamped on the collar. These smoke detectors aren’t to be fucked with; injection it is. The inside of your pock-marked elbow (your hands shake sometimes) are always itchy. “You’ll cry about me after I’m dead.”

She would. Soon. 

But for now she simply hands you the syringe and the glass: 22,000 yen per uncut gram, dissolved in water. All for you. A token of love. 

Over her long existence (long enough, she says), Shoko Ieri had learnt of the utter uselessness of romance. What good could she do with a flower bouquet, eat it like a horse? At least promise rings  could be resold on eBay. And chocolates end up being saved for Halloween. Looking as good as she did, she never had to go Halloween shopping: the candy accumulated from various stupid men throughout the year was always more than enough. 

Somedays she’d rock back in her chair and count all the beams on the infirmary roof. Name them after the people who confessed their love to her. Yours doesn’t come up. 

But not even Shoko could deny that this was romantic. You always claim that you can’t inject yourself (even though you have no problem doing so on mission trips) and every time you just have to wrap your arms around her neck to steady yourself. Scared of needles, my ass. 

The tip of the syringe at your skin, her hair in your eyes. Pricking. “Distract me.”

You feel euphoria fill your vein the moment Shoko’s tongue warms yours. She tastes of unflavoured Blackstone smoke, depression left untreated for a decade. Poppy fields. The promise of love. You bite her lip, feeling her moan in your mouth.

Breath on cold breath, you know how she likes to be kissed: hold her jaw firm, tilt her head, suck on her bottom lip while you tell her that you missed her. Push your tongue into her mouth. Claw red lines down her neck, into her collarbones. Her heart, pressed against yours, thumps painfully. 

You could press through her unsunned skin and tear it out whole, dissect every inch with her scalpel and yet find nothing but holes in there. Too many cigarettes. Too many friends on her autopsy table. 

Your blood trickles lightly from the puncture, staining her lab coat. Come the news tomorrow, she wouldn’t ever have the heart to wash it out. 

“Here, baby?”

Orgasms that have made you cry, body-shaking and toes-curling, made you fall in love, none of that could hold a candle to the weightless paradise of a heroin high. Warm sunshine. Grass under your feet. One day you’ll get a little cottage with Shoko by those poppy fields, sorcerer business far away from both your minds. 

Shoko’s voice answers like angel-song, “Here, yes.” 

Wind off the cliff you’re standing on whips your skin. Her hand handles your lightheavy head, pushes your face into her tits, shirt tucked up under her neck, her fingers tightening in your nape-hair. 

You’re lying face down on the ground, earthworms and rats scurrying along. Damp dirt. Cool on your cheek. Shoko’s grip stings your scalp. She thinks, moaning, of cutting you when you lick the cigarette ash off the top of her boob. Must be a careless flick that went through her collar. Tastes bitter. Soft dirt. Refuse of the earth. Melting bones, melting muscles, melting skin– all soaked up into the ground you lie flat on. 

You’re too far gone to do anything; Shoko doubts that you can even see her. Your practised hands struggle to pull her bra down, you’re drooling on her tits in what she assumes is an attempt to leave hickeys. Flags pitched on the moon, ‘I was here’. Remember me, please. Remember me when I’m gone.

Rats and earthworms decompose your remains until you return to whence you came from. Peace. Natural death. Order of life. 

It’s soft.

Shoko is still sitting in the cottage, waiting for you to come back. 

She kisses your forehead, letting your faded self rot on her chest. “I wuvv yooo.” It’s comforting, almost motherly, wiping the excess spit off your lips, uncontrollable tears from your eyes. “Sokoo, I wuv yoooo. I’ll commme bak-backk. I’ll come, pwomiseee.” 

Shoko keeps looking around, lonely in the cottage. None of her loved ones are here. Not even you. Shoko keeps sitting alone. Waiting. 

You’re crying hysterically, fully gone. 2.45 am– she manhandles you off her, fixes your clothing, slips you some more Klonopin packets sheathed with emergency aluminium foil.  You’ll need them tomorrow: Shibuya will be difficult. Kisses you good-bye, drool be damned, sends you off in an assistant manager’s car. You keep garbling that you love her and that you’ll come back. 

You won’t. Shoko has heard this lie many times before. 

a/n: Gojo doesn’t partake in any drugs at all. At the lowest point in his life, Geto smoked a bit, tried Xanax once, but has been completely clean ever since. Gakuganji is fucked up on all uppers man, you don’t become a rock guitarist without cocaine/LSD fueling you. Utahime needs codeine/Xanax/Klonopin to sleep, mixes with alcohol. Yuta smokes, sometimes and secretly. Maki is clean. Kamo keeps a pack of Zyns (undetectable cigs in a way) by his bedside drawer. 

All too often people think of drug-addicts as meth heads lying in the gutter, while it's more common to be a completely normal functioning member of the society whose life rests on the relief that their chosen drugs bring them. 

Because there are kids reading my works, I feel the need to say this. Many people do drugs for different reasons, none of which are for us to judge, especially if they’re strangers. But if you ever feel like ‘trying out’ drugs for any reason, draw Noritoshi Kamo instead. Pick a pencil and paper or your phone and just keep drawing that man. God knows we need more fanart of him. Stay away from all this nonsense, kids. 

[thatsarcasticgemini]

Alone time

Ash Lynx x reader

A/n: Banana fish broke me, but writing is my coping mechanism, so...This is an AU where Ash and the reader are married and live in Japan, Ash being a model. Also, Shorter is alive cause I said do ( i would die for him to live tbh). I am so sorry for any mistakes.

     Babysitting is a very challenging task, especially when the kid is a carbon copy of the most intelligent, cheeky and bratty man Eiji had ever met. Isaac Callenreese was giving the man a headache and pills were not fixing it. Sure, he knew what he was getting into and knew how much Ash and Y/N needed a break from parenting, but why on earth did he agree? At least Shorter was there to help him right?

     Wrong! Shorter was like a second kid. Yelling, running, coloring, making a mess and getting little Isaac even more agitated. Just how much energy did the 5 year old have? 

“Shorter, please! You are 30! Your playing days are over. You’re gonna break something and I will yell. I almost had Isaac under control, but then you came along to ruin the peace we had. Isaac come here right now or I’ll call Ash!”

“Jeez, Eiji...you almost sound like a grandpa! I haven’t seen Isaac in about a year. I missed him a lot, you know? Little gremlin did a lot of growing up!” said Shorter, with the same goofy smile he had all those years ago. Isaac was seated on the his lap, looking up at his favourite uncle with a wide grin. Based off the resemblance between him and Ash, Eiji could already sense some sort of comment coming.

“Nuh-uh. I wanna stay right here. Call dad “dad” please. And I love uncle Shorter, he’s taller, funnier and smarter than you, uncle Ji. He was telling me how dad knows how to ride a motocycle! It doesn’t get better than this!”

“Yes it does. If you stay quiet for five more minutes, I can get the rice done and I can tell you how Ash and Y/N..”

“Mom and dad, uncle Ji!”

“How mom and dad met while we eat. Does that sound nice?”

“Dunno, let me ask uncle Shorter too.” The two began whispering to each other while Eiji rolled his eyes. Just one more hour and Ash would be here to pick his spawn up. After a minute, both Shorter and Isaac nodded their heads and went to sit down at the kitche table.

     Once the table was set and the rice was done cooking, Eiji put it is bowls are brought it to the table. They all dug in, but Isaac seemed to be watching Eiji with great intrest, expecting the story he was promised.

“So Ash and Y/N...”

“Mom and dad. Continue uncle Ji.”

“Mom and dad met around 9 years ago. They met here, in Tokyo, and I am proud to announce that I am the one who got them to meet up, since Y/N went to the same highschool as me. We were both on the drama club in my third year. She was about 2 years younger than me, but she was so mature. Anyway, they started dating around three months after they met. The had a really pretty relationship. You dad was so hooked he embarrassed himself in front of her on multiple ocations. They got married two years later, lived together for two more years and then you came along. You were a very loved little boy. I wish I took a picture of the face your dad made when he held you for the first time.”

“Yeah! He teared up, but don’t tell him you know. You had this little puff of blond hair on your head, it was as fluffy as the little kitty we saw this morning, if not fluffier.” Isaac had look in his eyes that Eiji had only seen once before and that was when Ash told him about Dino and his childhood. The tiny blond seemed to be so vulnarable almost like a porcelain figure. 

“What about mom? Was she happy to see me?” There it was. The love Isaac, much like his father, held for her. It was like they would both die if it wasn’t for her love.

“Well of course she was. She really loves you, you know? Your mom loved you even before she had the pleasure of holding you. You have been one of her favourite people ever since she found out you were in her belly. They both love you a lot.”

“Then why am I here? Why wouldn’t they take me with them? Why do they want alone time?” Eiji couldn’t find an answer. He looked at Shorter, who still had that dumb grin.

“Well, Isaac, mom and dad need to rest every once in a while. Since mom got pregnant with your brother or sister, she hasn’t really been able to rest properly, so dad wanted alone time with her to help her rest, but I am sure they will both be so very happy to see you.”

     Just like magic, there was a knock at the door, Eiji went to open it, while Isaac trailed behind him, with his little backpack in hand. The door opened to reveal Ash and the boy jumped in his arms at the speed of light. 

“Wow! Hi bub! I missed you so much. How was today hmm? Did you have fun with uncle Ji and uncle Shorter? Were they nice to you?”

“Mhm, they told me how you and mama met. I miss mama, is she in the car?”

“No bub, she’s at home. She missed you too. Told me we should race all of the cars and get home in under ten minutes. We have cake.” And with that, Isaac was set back on the ground and the little boy dashed to the car. 

“Damn gremlin didn’t even say bye. Here i was thinking we have something special.”

“Hi Shorter! Hi Eiji! I can’t thank you enough for tonight. She really needed it.” 

“It’s ok Ash. He is a little loud and Shorter here is never truly helpful, but it’s our pleasure. Are Y/N and the baby ok?”

“Hm, not really. I mean the baby seems to be fine, but she isn’t. Throws up everything she eats. The doctor said it is because her body is getting used to the pregnancy, but this didn’t happen when we had Isaac. I’m just worried for her.”

“She’s strong. She can take it I’m sure.” Shorter nodded, agreeing with Eiji’s statement. 

“I know Eiji, I’m not worried about that. Truth is she seems happy to be pregnant. She’s beaming all the time, even after she got everything she ate out, and I feel bad. I feel like she’s in pain. Her smile makes me feel even worse.” Shorter laid a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, taking his sunglasses off. 

“Ash...listen to me. Y/N is someone who’s never lied to you about anything. She’s been genuine about everything. She would never fake a smile and she would tell you if she wanted to abort the baby. The fact that she’s smiling and being her bubbly self only means that the pregnacy isn’t that hard on her. Trust me Ash. I see the look in her eyes when the baby is brought up in any conversation. She’ll be fine. You’ll be a bigger family. Loosen up a little.” 

“Thank you Shorter. I owe both of you a drink. I’ll call you. Thank you for babysitting again.” And with that, all three of tehm smiled at each other while Ash picked the tiny shark backpack and went back to the car.

     Once inside, the older blond turned towards the younger one, smiling.

“Ready to see mom, bub?”

“Mhm! Is she feeling better?”

“Yep.”

     The car ride was one of the happy moments Ash wanted to hold onto. The sang together and talked about how Shorter told Isaac about the motorcycle.

“It’s true, you know? I do know how to ride one. When you’re older, I can teach you too.”

“I wanna ride one now. I’ve seen my friends with theirs, I want one too!”

“Those are lame. I’m talking about the real ones. That’s the true fun.”

     Once at home, Ash dropped everything on the floor and went to help his son hung his coat on the wall. The little boy jumped out of his red sneakers and ran down the hall yelling for his mom. 

“In the kitchen baby. I was cutting you a slice of cake.It’s vanilla, since I know you like the chocolate one’s less. Where’s daddy?”

“Right behind you.” said Ash, placing his hands on her hips and swaying her a little. She turned around to give him a kiss on the cheek, but her 5 month bump got in the way, making her pull a frustred face and Ash smile even more. Isaac pushed his dad to the side a little, making grabby hands at his mom. No matter how old he acted, his real age was always given away by his gestures around his mom. 

     Getting his slice of cake, Isaac turned back towards the living room. Eating on the couch was never truly forbidden.

“Mama, tomorrow is Yuri’s birthday. He celebrating it at home, I have the invitation in my drawing notebook. Can I go?”

“Sure you can. we just have to go buy a gift in the morning.”

“A birthday huh? That means a little more alone time for us two.” Y/N hid her face in her husband’s neck, smiling a little. Ash’s finger went to the back of her neck, getting her to look up at him to give her a kiss, but then...

“Gross! He likes cars mama, go brainstorm on that insted of smooching dad in the kitchen!”

[firemblem-fics]

Smitten Kitten [3]

one | two | three | four | finale

-> Pairing: Felix x Female!Reader | Hybrid!Au (mostly platonic idk)

-> Words: 1.6k

-> Warnings: Cursing, A Literal Karen, Mentions of Abuse (not too in depth, but still there), Manipulation, a Slightly Suggestive Conversation

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack, Some Angst

-> Summary: You never wanted to be involved with hybrids. They were risky and had too many rules for you. But what will you do when a little black and white cat that you take in turns out to be the very thing you steered clear of?

-> A/N: so I made two FE3H oc’s and also have gotten back into drawing so I was wondering ... how would y’all feel if I wrote and also posted some of my drawings and stuff here? it would give y’all more content and I’d probably be inclined to post more often lol anyways enjoy

“This is fucking stupid-”

“Stupid? Felix, you lied to me.”

You were livid. First this fuck-ass cat shows up in your life, worms his way into your heart even though you swore you wouldn’t get a hybrid, and then brings all kinds of trouble with him. If you weren’t already so attached to him, you’d just let the people- Doug and Karen- take him. But you couldn’t. You cared too much.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It’s a huge deal! You told me that they didn’t want you, not that you ran away. Do you know how this can affect me keeping you? They can take me to court or something and get you back.”

“But you signed the papers, I’m yours.”

Your heart fluttered, but you ignored it. “You’re mine, but you also belong to these people. I can’t just take you from them, but I can’t let you go back to them if they were that bad to you- were they even bad? Or did you just not like them? Did you lie to me about that too?”

Felix’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t like them because they were bad. Look at ‘em. They don’t love anything except for the gold around their necks, especially not me. I was literally put in cat shows to earn money. If I ever got below first place, they’d…”

He shuddered and sat down on the edge of your bed. You leaned against the door, arms crossed. From the other room you heard talking. Ashe probably saw your front door open and came to investigate.

Felix couldn’t look you in the eyes. You looked so hurt. Not even angry- just hurt. “Please don’t make me go back.”

You sighed and dropped your arms. “I don’t want you to go back, Fe. But I- I don’t know what else to do. They’ve obviously got more money and if they take me to court they’ll win for being ‘better equipped’ to care for you.”

“But they’re not.” His voice was growing desperate. “You are. What if- what if we can prove the center that you’re better than them? Courts don’t deal with Hybrid ownership, the facilities do. Nancy does.”

At that moment, the door creaked open. Two red ears appeared first, then a mop of red hair.

Sylvain grinned and walked in, closing the door and throwing a wink Felix’s way. The cat bristled.

“Give me your phone.”

“I’m not cheating, I swear.”

“We’re not- fuck you, give me your phone, Sylvain.”

The dog practically whimpered and handed over the phone. Felix had a Cheshire grin as he unlocked it. Typical Sylvain to not have a password despite all the dumb shit on the phone. You tapped your foot impatiently, anxious for Ashe who kept the two other people occupied.

“So, what are you planning?”

“I’ll go back with them, but I’ll keep this phone. I’ll- I’ll take those audio messages and send videos and shit when I can. I’ll just have to be careful.” This was the most Felix had ever talked to anyone. His voice was shaky, despite trying to desperately hide it.

“Absolutely not. Felix, you're not going with them! Who knows what they’ll do-“

“I think me dealing with their shit for a few weeks will be worth it if I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your eyes widened and so did Felix’s. He flushed a bright red after realizing what he said. Sylvain cracked up.

“I- I mean, as an owner. You don’t do those things, that’s all. I just-“

“Nah, nah, it’s alright, you little smitten kitten~” Sylvain still smiled. “We catch your drift.”

Felix huffed. “There’s no drift to catch! Fucking drop it! Drop the drift!”

He stood up and yanked the door open, scaring the shit out of Ashe. You followed him quickly, grabbing onto his sleeve as Sylvain went back to Ashe’s side.

“You don’t have to do this, we can find another way.” You whispered. Felix could clearly see your absolute distress at letting him leave.

He held your gaze and let out a sigh. “I’ll be okay. You and Ashe just keep a lookout for my messages.”

With that, Felix tugged his arm out of your grasp and walked to Doug and Karen. He didn’t say anything, just looked down at the ground, his head lowered.

Submission.

That wasn’t the Felix you had come to know. Felix was loud and didn’t take shit from anyone. To see him suddenly reduced to something resembling a kicked puppy- the irony- was borderline heartbreaking.

You couldn’t help but tear up as the door closed. Sylvain whimpered. Ashe, who was silent and confused the whole time, whipped around to you.

“What the fuck is going on?” He seethed. “You didn’t even put up a fight-“

“Take a chill pill, Ashie.” Sylvain went behind Ashe and began to massage his shoulders. Ashe slapped his hands away. “We’ve got a plan.”

“A plan? Y/N, listen, you’re not Claude. You’re not Yuri. Your little plans never work the way they should.”

“Just give this one a chance!” You practically pleaded. “Felix has Sylvain’s phone. He’s gonna send updates and videos on what they’re doing. Hopefully they’ll be enough to convince the facility that Felix is better off with me.”

“Or not! If you don’t remember correctly, the lady fucking hated Felix. She’d probably do whatever she can to make sure he suffers.”

“Maybe the fact that we’re fighting to get him back will prove that we care more than the others-“

“-who literally came to your door and wanted him back. I’ve got no doubt they’ll fight too.” Ashe sighed. “This will only work if they really do something.”

At that moment, your phone pinged. The notification was from Sylvain’s phone. A video from Felix.

You opened the message and pressed okay, shushing Ashe and turning up the volume. Felix was in the backseat of the car while Doug and Karen sat up front. The angle was shitty and the phone was extremely shaky. Felix was trying to hide the phone from them.

“Felix Hugo, what the fuck were you thinking? Leaving like that? After all we’ve done for you?” Karen’s voice was shrill and loud, not even hiding her anger.

“After all you’ve done for me? You’ve done nothing-“

“Shut up! You’re ungrateful. We’ve fed you and housed you. You’re lucky someone even does that for a dumb cat like you. You’re practically feral- unlovable!”

The camera shook a little harder at that word.

Unlovable.

Your heart clenched, but there were still a few more seconds to the video.

“I can’t believe you thought a girl like that would even care about you. See how easily she let you go? She didn’t really want you. See, Felix Hugo? See how worked up you’ve gotten me?”

Doug’s voice cut in, silencing Karen’s annoying distress. “Just wait until we get home. We’ll deal with him there.”

You were probably shaking even more than Felix at this point. ‘Wait until we get home’... you didn’t even want to think of the implications of that.

The video was pure manipulation. But… to some, it may not be enough to make them question Felix’s safety.

Unfortunately.

You texted back, “Just a little more. In about two days, we’ll contact the facility and try to get them to hear us. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re trying your best. Just… try faster.”

“Miss you already.”

Seen.

Hanging your head, you looked up at the two boys. You shrugged and turned off your phone. A few more days, you said. Could you even handle that? You were already so used to his presence. To have an empty household again was something you didn’t want.

Even if it was full of Felix yelling… it was kind of endearing. He was always angry when Ashe and Sylvain were around. It makes sense why other people would be put off by his personality. But he was just…

Defensive.

Felix had walls up that were practically impenetrable. Could that excuse the rude, borderline abusive words he said to others? No. He could only apologize and do better from that. But he wouldn’t get better if he was with Doug and Karen.

You put your head in your hands and began tearing up. “I just want him safe. With me.”

Ashe and Sylvain exchanged glances.

“Yeah, you want him with you. To be with you. To… share your bed, in a literal sense, right?” Sylvain’s eyes held a sly glint in them. You raised an eyebrow.

“What are you on about now?”

“You and Felix. You want him to be with you. You want to be with him…”

“What?”

“Do you have feelings for him? You wanna fuck that cat?”

“Wh- I don’t want to fuck a cat! He’s… he’s more human than cat. Hybrids are just people that can turn into animals…”

Sylvain rolled his eyes. “Hybrids are people that can turn into animals, have ears and a tail, go into heats, all that shit. You don’t want to deal with an angry feline in a heat-“

“Is that why you’re neutered?”

“I’M NOT NEUTERED. FUCK YOU.”

You just sighed and checked your phone again. No check from Felix, even though it hasn't even been five minutes since the last message. You were just scared.

Ashe got up and began to cook dinner for you, deciding that you weren’t fit to do it tonight. You protested, but ultimately complied as Sylvain laid his head in your lap in hopes of an ear scratch.

That night, you tossed and turned. It was weird without a little cat body at the foot of your bed. You couldn’t help but think of worst case scenarios, spanning from just not being able to get Felix back to rather… unsavory ideas of what could be happening to him now. You finally settled down and forced your eyes shut, hoping that your dreams would be better than your thoughts.

They weren’t.

[jaehyunspeachparty]

daddy jaehyun

ii.xl.

In the morning you wake up with terrible abdominal pain. You knew something was wrong. You suspected that you had an inflammation, so you immediately called your gynecologist. She had an appointment in the morning for you, but you had to find someone who would take care of the children. Jaehyun did not answer his phone, he had spent the night in the dorm as he was recording the songs for the album actually. Johnny was busy with his daughter, you didn't want to give Yuta two more children and for a moment you were really desperate. But then you remembered that the neighbor had said on her welcome visit that her daughter babysits now and then. You quickly search for the number you have saved and called her right away. "Hi Y/N!" Her friendly voice immediately calmed you down. You liked her from the start. "Hi, Yuri. I'm sorry to call you in such circumstances, but I need help." You didn't want to ask Yuri for a favor right away, but you had no choice. "My dear, are you all right?" She seems worried but still calm. "I have to go to the doctor urgently, it's really an emergency. You said that your daughter is also a babysitter and that there are school holidays. If she is there, maybe she could come over quickly? I also pay well." The next moment you got another cramp and you sit back down on the bed. "Yeah, sure, she'll be happy to do that. I'll send her over to you straight away." You were so incredibly grateful to Yuri. 

It was relatively early, Sunoh wakes up slowly, but you could hardly lift him up in pain. Miga tried to help you, but she was still too small to hold her little brother. With difficulty, you can bring the little boy in a cradle and the next moment it rings on the door. "Hello Ms. Jung. My mother said you needed a babysitter." She smiled shyly and you gratefully let her in the house. The girl's name was Soobin, she was 16 years old and looked like the classic Korean schoolgirl. "Thank you very much for coming. I'll show you ..." At that moment another cramp came and you went black. You try to hold on somewhere, but Soobin immediately supported you. "I'll find my way around, Ms. Jung. You need to see a doctor urgently." The girl tried to support you further, but slowly it was okay again. At that moment Miga came towards you and she looked at Soobin curiously. "Miga, you are already a big girl. Soobin will spend the morning with you, will you show her everything?" Your daughter knew the situation was serious and she nodded understandingly. "Ok mummy, get well soon." With her dark eyes, she looks at you seriously and Soobin had to giggle a little. "Well, I think everything is under control with Miga. Sunho has been very affectionate for the past few weeks and don’t like to interact with anyone but me, but he likes to be massaged on the earlobes, which usually makes him calm." The next moment there was another cramp and you didn't know which was worse, the birth or this. "Ms. Jung, don't worry, Miga and I will get it. Or?" She leaned down to the little girl and Miga nodded with a big smile. The two already had a connection and that calmed you down. You gave Soobin your number and then you took the taxi into town. 

Your gynecologist examined you thoroughly. In the beginning, she wasn't quite sure where the pain came from, but she found the cause with the ultrasound. "Ms. Jung, your IUD has slipped and that also caused inflammation." She points to the screen and sees the anchor shape as it was crooked in your womb. "Oh no, did I do something wrong?" You look worriedly at the doctor, but she shook her head. "No, it can happen in the first year. It should have happened a few days ago. I don't see any pregnancy here now, have you had sex the last few days?" She wiped the gel off and put the device aside. "No, I didn't." Jaehyun was hardly at home lately and mostly he was so exhausted from work that when he put Miga to bed, he often fell asleep in her bed. "Okay. I need to take out the IUD and then I will prescribe antibiotics for you. Should I use a new IUD again or do you want to prevent differently?" The doctor prepared the instruments and you sit back in the gynecologist's chair. "For my husband and I the family planning isn’t yet complete and we wanted to try again in late summer / early autumn." You weren’t sure whether it was necessary to have an IUD again for a few months. The gynecologist looks at the screen and looked through your file. "You gave birth to your son in mid-October, which means he is 9 months old. In principle, your body is ready to get pregnant again. I could see on ultrasound that your uterus has completely receded. But I can also give you the pill for a few months too." She came to you and looked at you questioningly. You weren't sure, should you use hormonal contraception again or should you use condoms again? "You don't have to decide now. Discuss it with your husband and if you choose the pill, just give me a call and I will write a prescription that you can pick it up." You nod and thought that was the best solution.

Removing the IUD was as uncomfortable as inserting it. But when you were outside, you felt better. She also gave you medication, which also relieved your pain. When you stepped out of the gynecologist's office, your phone rang. "Hey Jaehyun!" You smile because you were glad to hear his voice. You could hear him far too little and you missed him so much. "Is everything okay? You were at the doctor?" He implied the message you sent him. "Yes, I had to take the IUD out and I have an infection. But everything is fine now." You felt really relieved that the cramps had stopped. Apparently, the IUD had caused it. "What? Are you okay?" Jaehyun looked really worried, but now everything was clear. "Yes, everything is really okay again." You try to calm him down while you are walking down the street. "Are you still in Gangnam?" "Yes, why?" "I'm going to the dorm right now. I have an hour's break here. Are you coming over?" His voice was suddenly very calm and relaxed. "Yes, I just have to ask the babysitter if she can take care of the kids two more hours." "What? Babysitter?" Jaehyun no longer understood the world, but you promised to explain everything to him later.

You quickly call Soobin and ask about the situation. She was very calm, apparently, the children had accepted her. She didn't mind taking care of them longer. That made it easier for you and you go straight to your favorite restaurant and take something with you to eat. It was strange being alone in the old dorm. Somehow that reminded you of the years before. Jaehyun opened the door for you and was overjoyed to see you.

"I have food here." You lift the bag up and grin broadly. "You know that I'm on a diet." Jaehyun sighed and pulled you into his arms. "But you have become much too thin. You work too much anyway. I am your wife, I have to make sure that you are healthy." You wink and then you kiss. You lean your back against the door while Jaehyun pressed his body closer to you. "It's like you were never gone." Haechan came over and rolled his eyes. You broke away from each other and had to laugh. "Oh, Haechan, admit that you missed me." You wink and tease him a little. "Yeah, especially your love screams every night. Almost without it, I couldn't sleep." Haechan sighed ironically and Jaehyun and you had to laugh again but make your way to his room. He currently shared it with Mark, which wasn’t there at the moment. Jaehyun sleeps in Yuta's bed, but he's now moved out with Chichi. Jaehyun had put some photos of you and the children on his bed, and there were also some drawings of Miga on the wall. It was really cute. You sit in bed and you unpack the food. You tell him everything he missed and everything about Soobin who came perfectly in time. "Maybe she can take care of Miga and Sunoh more often. Then we could go on more dates." After you have finished eating, you will continue to sit in bed and cuddle. Jaehyun leaned against the wall and you against his body. "Yes, she seems really nice." You cuddle closer to him, then you suddenly feel his hand under your shirt. "Jaehyun, we can't have sex now. I have an inflammation." You also thought it was stupid because the little time you have with him you would like him to be as close as possible to him. "I know I just need some template for the shower alone tonight." He pulled up your shirt and played with your bra so that your nipples kept looking out. "Jaehyun, we have to keep talking about it anyway. What will we do for the next three months because of the contraception?" You slide your shirt back down and turn over to him. "I told the gynecologist that I'm not going to put the IUD in again. But should I take the pill again?" You sigh and look at him questioningly. Then Jaehyun had to think. But he quickly came to a decision. "What if we just don't use contraception?" At first, you thought it was a joke, but he was determined. "Jaehyun, you know how easily I get pregnant." You smile and instinctively reach for your stomach. "But back then, when I impregnate you with Miga and Sunoh, I fucked you every day and not just once." He whispered in your ear and you blush a little. "And when I was pregnant with our angel? We just had slept without a condom once and I was pregnant right away." At that time you were on holiday in Swiss, where you had a quickie in the laundry room and got caught from Taeyong, so Jaehyun couldn’t pull out of you in time. "Okay, but seriously now. I mean even if you're about to get pregnant really quick. When I'm done with everything, you're in the 3rd month at the latest. And then I can take care of you completely." Jaehyun was really serious and you think for a moment. "Should we dare it?" You smiled and you were kind of excited. "Yes absolutely." Jaehyun kissed you and from now on you would work on baby number three. 

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look through your textbook (cause i’m history) ch1

Content warnings: implied/referenced domestic violence

Summary: After dropping out, Yuri’s life is a haze of working and trying not to lose his damn mind. Then he meets Estelle.

Read it here or check the notes for the link to AO3.

It’s late—too late, the community center isn’t supposed to be open at this hour—and there’s a crying young woman with blood on her face holding Yuri’s hand in both of her own.

Yuri really wishes he could say it’s the first and last time this will happen to him. Unfortunately, it’s neither.

“P-please,” the woman stammers. Tears streak down her cheeks, right through the abrasion that mars her cheekbone. Ouch. That must sting. “Please, I just—I can c-clean myself up, I just need a—a first aid kit and, and a place to spend the night—“

“This is a community center, not a shelter,” Yuri says, as gently as he can to soften the blow. Her lower lip trembles. “Hey, none of that. I can help with getting you cleaned up, and when you calm down a little bit we can think together about where to put you up for the night. Alright?”

“Th-thank you so much—“

Yuri waves his free hand dismissively. He fishes through his pockets for his keys so he can unlock the front door.

“Ladies first,” he says, using his captive hand to guide her inside. She sniffles valiantly, releasing his hand and inching inside the dark building. Yuri steps in after her, locking the door behind himself, and flicks on the lights. She flinches away from the sudden glare. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s n-not your fault.”

“The first aid kit is in the staff room. If you want, you can wait right here—”

“I’m sorry, I d-don’t want to be alone, s-sorry—“

“Hey, you’re fine, that’s cool. Come on, then.”

They troop through the main community room. Yuri kicks in chairs that didn’t get pushed all the way back to their tables at the end of the day. That’s what Hanks gets for letting Ted help close up for the night. At least the kiddie zone got picked up so they won’t slip on any errant toy trains. The young woman flinches with every creaky floorboard and groaning pipe. Poor lady. This isn’t exactly a new building. There’s a lot of those noises.

Yuri unlocks the staff room, and this time has the presence of mind to warn her, “Lights going on.”

“Thank you....”

“So what I need you to do for me is to sit down and try to keep your hair back while I patch you up. Sound good?”

“You don’t—don’t have to—“

“Yeah, but I’m gonna, so quit trying to tell me what to do. Hair back.”

She obediently sinks into one of the shitty folding chairs Hanks keeps in the staff room. Shaking fingers hold her pink hair away from her face. Yuri sits down on an adjacent chair and tries to touch the abrasion as little as possible while he moves away some stray strands that she missed. She trembles, but doesn’t make a peep.

“Okay, what I’ve got here is hydrogen peroxide—“ He shows her the bottle. “And I’m just gonna pour some onto these cotton pads and wipe your scrapes down with it. It’ll sting like a motherfucker, but then it’ll be over with.”

“O-okay.”

“Chin up. You got this.” He holds her face steady while he makes the first pass. She still jerks back so hard that he almost gets her in the eye with the soaked cotton pad. “Whoa there.”

“I’m s-so sorry—!”

“Shit happens. Ready for the next try?”

“Ye-yes....”

Her jaw clenches under his fingers. She whimpers a little when the pad touches her cheek, but doesn’t move. What a trooper.

“There you go. One more pass, okay? We don’t want shit stuck in there when it heals up.”

She nods, firmly, and barely winces with the last pass. Yuri tosses the bloody cotton into the trash and reaches back into the first aid kit.

“Any other scrapes?”

“My—my knuckles.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see ‘em.” Yuri swipes them down with one pass. They’re not nearly as bad as her face. “You know Neosporin?”

“N-no.”

“Really? Damn. Well, it’s just antibiotic goop. Shouldn’t hurt as much as the last stuff.” She watches as he spreads some onto a gauze pad.  “I’m gonna tape this to your face. Little weird having tape on your face, but in my personal experience, better than having an open bloody wound.”

“Y-yuck.”

“That’s the spirit.” He carefully tapes the gauze in place. Luckily, the scrape isn’t too big. Plenty of room to put the tape down without catching her eyelashes or the hair framing her face. He pops open a box of finger bandages and goops up a few to patch over the worst of her knuckles. “All set. We have some pain meds here, too. Want any? I got ibuprofen, naproxen, Tylenol...”

“Can I... ibuprofen.”

“All yours.” Yuri slides her the bottle and rises from his chair to search the cabinets. Where’s the goddamn cups? Oh, hell, that’s right. Hanks moved all of the cups to the kitchen. There’s only mugs in the staff room now. He grabs a “#1 GRANDPA” mug. “Lemme get you some water for that.”

He passes it off to her. She slips a pill into her mouth and drinks it down. Both hands lock around the mug when she lowers it, and she stares down into the leftover water, trembling.

“You cold?”

“H-huh? Oh. Um. A little.”

Yuri opens and closes a few more cabinet doors before he finds Hanks’s old high school letterman jacket neatly folded and stashed. Evidently the blankets they used to keep in here have been relocated, too. “We’ve got this. Might smell a little like mothballs, though.”

“That’s—that’s fine.”

Yuri drapes the jacket over her shoulders. She hunkers down under it without putting her arms through the sleeves.

“Do you want, like. Tea? We got tea, I think. In the kitchen. Not sure what kinds. I’m not really a tea person. I’m a heathen, I drink black coffee because chugging bitter sludge makes me feel like a badass.” She makes a hiccupping noise that’s something like a laugh. “There we go. Feeling a little better?”

“Yes. Thank you—so much. Really.”

“Well, I couldn’t just leave you there.” He scratches at his chin. “I’m gonna need you to get a head start on thinking about where to spend the night. I have to remember why I came here in the first place.”

“Oh, no, I’m s—“

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” What did he come here for? He tips his head back, staring at the ceiling. He was home for the evening... bartending ended early tonight... he had already walked Repede... oh, shit. That’s right. “I’m going into the kitchen anyway, so seriously, do you want tea?”

“N-no, thank you.”

“Okay, your call.”

She still scrambles to her feet and follows him, so close that he keeps waiting for her to step on his heels. He’s not gonna be the jackass that tells her off, though.

“I just want to preface this by saying I’m an amateur chef, not a serial killer, and you can hold onto the knife until we go our separate ways if me having it freaks you out,” Yuri tells her, as he turns on the kitchen light. She gives him a horrified look, mouthing knife? He goes to the sink. The meat cleaver is exactly where he thought it would be. He can always trust Hanks and Ted to leave his good knives someplace where they rust and get covered in gross shit. He grabs a scrubber sponge and wipes it down, one side then the other, before drying it and bundling it into a dish cloth.

He offers the bundle to the young lady. She shakes her head, quickly. The mug is still tightly clasped in both hands.

“Why is y-your knife here?”

“I lent it to them,” Yuri says. “To the staff here, I mean. Well, I’m also staff, sometimes, but that’s not the point. They had a few whole chickens to prepare today, and someone made off with their old cleaver a couple weeks ago.”

“That was. Nice of you.”

“Sure, I guess.” Yuri tucks the knife bundle under one arm and leans back against the counter, considering her. Her hair is pulled back with an ornate clasp, aside from the bangs that drape over her abraded cheek. Under Hanks’s jacket, she’s wearing a fancy dress, something sleek and silky and blue that pools around her feet. It is, predictably, covered in dirt, dead leaves and grass stains up to knee-height. Her face is wan, with big, sad green eyes. A bruise is starting to mottle her cheek around the scrape. The very image of an abused socialite. “Can I get your name?”

“I’m...I’m Estellise.”

Yuri whistles. “That’s a mouthful.”

“I g-guess so.”

“How do you feel about ‘Estelle’?”

“Es...Estelle?” She perks up a bit. The moue of her lips twitches up just a little. “That’s nice. I like that.”

“Alright, sweet. So, Estelle. I’m Yuri. Do you want to tell me how you ended up here at one in the morning with your face all banged up?”

Estelle looks back down into the mug. “...Do I have to?”

“Nah.”

“Wha—I don’t?”

“Nope. It’s not really my business. I mean, I can make some pretty educated guesses, but you don’t technically need to tell me anything.”

“O-oh.”

“I can just straight-up ask what I really need to. You want me to take you to a domestic abuse women’s shelter?”

“I—“ The mug shakes in her hands. “I d-don’t count.”

“You don’t count?”

“It’s n-not like that. I c-couldn’t—I couldn’t take that space from someone who really n-needed it.”

Yuri sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Uh... I guess you would know your situation better than I would. How about... no offense, but I have no idea how old you are. Are you a very fancy teenager? Should I be thinking more along the lines of children’s shelters?”

“No. I’m eighteen.”

“God, you are a fancy teenager.”

She laughs a little, but it’s hysterical. “Y-yes.”

“I guess... shit. I’m just stuck on women’s shelters. You really don’t want to go? You sure? I can find a lady to drive you if you aren’t comfortable with—“

“N-no! It’s not you. Y-you’re fine.”

“Do you want...did you come here to find Hanks? I can call Hanks.”

“Who’s H-Hanks?”

“Oookay, that answers that question... Not gonna lie, I’m kind of confused about what you want.”

Estelle makes a miserable noise. “I am too.”

Yuri takes a hard look at her. The scrape on her face isn’t so bad she’s bleeding through the gauze right away, and her hands aren’t fucked up too badly. Definitely not a hospital situation. Poor girl probably doesn’t have the money on her to deal with the hospital right now, anyway. The way she’s acting, he’s pretty damn sure there’s some kind of abuse at play, but she doesn’t want to go to the women’s shelter. She’s too old for programs targeted at children. So what exactly is Yuri supposed to do with her?

...Fuck it. He’s tired, she’s tired, he’s overdue for his next scruffy stray. “Look, if you’re comfortable with it, you can come to my place for the night. I’ve got a one-bedroom, not a studio, so you can take the bedroom and lock me out if that makes you feel safer. I can sleep on the couch.”

“I c-couldn’t—!”

“Sure you could. I’ve slept on the couch for stupider reasons.”

“But—“

“If you’re scared, we can call somebody you trust and tell them where you are, so you’ve got witnesses if I decide to murder you.”

“I don’t think you’re going to murder me,” she says, scrunching up her nose at him and then wincing when it pulls at her cheek. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Okay, but I don’t care,” Yuri says. “So I don’t think it really counts as imposing. I’m going to text Hanks—he’s the director of the community center, by the way—that I have a very sad young lady staying at my apartment tonight, so that the next time you ask a total stranger for shelter, you think of that and remember to have some degree of self-preservation.”

“Y-you don’t have to—“

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, minor detail—are you allergic to dogs?”

As it turns out, Estelle is not allergic to dogs, but it’s possible that dogs are allergic to her.

“He’s like that sometimes,” Yuri says, absentmindedly, while Repede staunchly ignores Estelle’s attempts to make friends with him.

“He isn’t friendly?”

When Yuri glances over his shoulder, she’s staring back at him with sad, disappointed eyes. She kneels beside Repede on the floor, bundled into spare clothes Yuri dug out of the community center’s storage for her. Wearing second-hand clothes, making undignified kissy noises at his dog, she looks much younger than she did at the community center. The pouty face she’s making at Repede probably isn’t doing her any favors in the maturity department either.

“He’s not so hot about strangers. Seriously, don’t take it personally.” He gives the chicken soup one last stir. Cooking at 2AM isn’t his favorite, but it is, unfortunately, a frequent occurrence nonetheless. “Alright, there’s soup if you want any.”

She accepts a bowl, but waits until Yuri has his own. She watches and copies him as he lifts it to face-level, carefully blowing across the surface, and drinks some of the broth. He almost snorts some back up laughing when her eyes go wide, and she visibly tries to swish the hot broth around her mouth to cool it.

“You have to blow like you mean it.”

“I don’t want to spill!”

“Just don’t burn yourself.”

Yuri has a table, because he isn’t a complete disaster. He and Estelle stand around next to the stove anyway, slurping soup directly out of the bowls. When the broth-to-solids ratio declines enough, they break out the spoons.

“You’re a really good cook,” Estelle says, sounding wistful. “I wish I could make stuff like this.”

“Keep in touch with me when you get your feet back under you and maybe I can teach you someday.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Thank you!”

Once they’ve drained their bowls, Yuri does a lick-and-spit clean-up job on the kitchen while Estelle does a circuit of his living room, snooping through his stuff. He hears her pause over the rush of the tap and doesn’t think anything of it until she ventures to say, “Is... is this Flynn? Flynn Scifo?”

“Probably,” Yuri says. He cranks the faucet off and turns to see what she’s looking at. It’s the picture Coach Niren took of the two of them at their first fencing tournament. Yuri’s still got the last chub of baby fat rounding out his cheeks, and he’s laughing with delight over some stupid shit Flynn had said. Flynn grins back at him, gangly and awkward with adolescence. He has his arm thrown aroun d Yuri’s shoulders. He looks like a damn puppy; he still needs to grow into his limbs. Yuri would die before he told anybody, but it’s one of his favorite pictures. Flynn was grouchy as shit in high school. Every smile Yuri could wrangle out of him was a privilege. “Yeah, that’s Flynn. You know him?”

“Yes... He’s, um, a student of my guardian’s.”

“Your guardian works at the university, then?”

Estelle fidgets a bit, wringing her hands. “Yes....”

Yuri mentally stores her nervous response for later discussion. He can give her a break at ass o’ clock in the morning. “You and Flynn get on well?”

“Yes! He’s very well-read. We talk about books together.”

“Ah, nerd club. Of course. Sounds just like him.”

“Are you...” Estelle glances over at him. “You know, I didn’t think of it until I saw this picture, but I think he’s mentioned you. Yuri? You’re his best friend, aren’t you?”

Yuri doesn’t answer her for a moment because he’s too startled by the fact that Flynn is, apparently, still calling Yuri his best friend even though they haven’t seen each other in a year and almost got in a fistfight last time they ran into each other. Not that Yuri doesn’t also still consider Flynn his best friend, but, like. Standards, Flynn. Have some. “Huh. Yeah.”

A shy smile spreads over her face. “You’re just like he described you.”

“Oh, geez. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll try to be on my best behavior from here out.”

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong with your behavior.”

Yuri stares at her again. “...I think we’re having two different conversations. How does Flynn describe me? Because I assumed he told you I was a pain in the ass.”

“What? No! He said you’ve got a big heart and you always try to help others.”

This is too much for Yuri to deal with at 2AM in front of a stranger. Or friend of a friend, apparently. Dammit. It’s always Flynn.

“Well, um. He did also say you were trouble.”

Oh, thank God, stable ground. “That sounds more like it. Come on, I’ll lend you some pajamas. We should both get to sleep. In the morning—like the real morning, not the fake morning right now—we can go back to the community center and talk to Hanks about your options.”

A week later, Estelle is still in his apartment. Yuri thinks she’s starting to grow on him. Not like a fungus, because Estelle is one of the only people he’s ever met that he would wholeheartedly describe as lovely. Terribly naive, mind-bogglingly sheltered, but lovely. So maybe like some kind of nice moss or something? He’s lost the trail of this metaphor.

He has bartending in the evening, these days, but when he’s at the community center in the mornings he tries to give her his attention. She seems overwhelmed by all the things she needs to find solutions for: housing, income, banking, emergency medical care... At least a few of those, he can help with. Hanks is a bigger asset. He’s got a lifetime of experience with helping uprooted young adults. Yuri is happy to put Estelle up for as long as it takes them to sort her shit out.

Still, he does sort of wonder if he’s gotten ahead of himself when Hanks texts him asking to talk to him and Estelle in private at his house. Hanks is usually fine with having personal conversations at the community center. Whatever he has to say must be serious.

“Should we have brought him something?” Estelle asks, a little nervously. She’s wearing clothes loaned from one of Yuri’s coworkers with Hanks’s jacket thrown over them. The ol d man refused to take it back from her when they met, and she’s barely taken it off since. She throws herself into hand-me-downs with an eagerness Yuri wouldn’t have expected, given her clothes the night they met.

“What? No. Why would we bring him something?”

“Well, you’re supposed to give your host a gift when you visit someone, aren’t you? Like a bottle of wine?”

“I know you grew up in the fancy rich high society life or some shit, but this is the Lower Quarter, princess. We don’t have the money for that kind of etiquette here. The only ‘wine’ Hanks is getting is the kind that comes out of my mouth.”

Estelle laughs quietly as Yuri knocks on the door and then shoves it open without waiting for a response.

“I’m in the kitchen,” Hanks calls, gruffly. Yuri shepherds Estelle in the right direction. Hanks has his back to them as he puts the finishing touches on a couple bowls of salad.

“Wow, breaking out the fresh vegetables for us and everything.”

“Someone has to make sure you kids get vitamins,” Hanks says, without looking up. He offers one of the bowls to Estelle. She peers into it curiously. “Spinach, bacon, cucumbers, and cherry tomatoes. I’ve got salad dressing in the fridge if you want some.”

“Yes, please,” Estelle says. Hanks waves her toward the small kitchen table while he goes to the fridge.

“Both of you have a seat. Estelle, what kind of dressing do you want?”

“Um. I’ll have whatever Yuri’s having.”

“Don’t let Yuri be your role model for everything,” Hanks warns her, even as he passes her the Italian dressing. “He’s a troublemaker.”

“I think he’s nice,” Estelle mumbles.

“You poor, misguided soul,” Yuri says. He takes the bottle from her when she’s done. “Hanks, you needed something from us?”

Hanks eases himself down into a chair across from them, groaning the whole way. The stubborn old man is going to hurt himself one of these days if he doesn’t give in and get a cane. “I did. Well, there’s not really a good way to get into this. Here. Take a look.”

He takes a piece of paper out of his breast pocket and unfolds it, dropping it on the table in front of them. It’s a flyer, the kind small local businesses will have on community boards or that gets slapped up on light posts on the street. It reads:

MISSING PERSON: ESTELLISE SIDOS HEURASSEIN

LAST SEEN AT ZAPHIAS UNIVERSITY, NEAR MEDICAL SCHOOL

18 YEARS OLD; 5’5” TALL; PINK HAIR AND GREEN EYES

CONTACT ZPD [(XXX) XXX-XXXX] OR DEAN ALEXEI DINOIA [ dr.a.dinoia@zaphias.edu ] WITH INFORMATION. REWARD IF FOUND.

In the middle of the page is a poor-quality, grainy picture of Estelle. It’s water-stained, with the colors distorted so that her face is barely recognizable. Yuri’s not convinced he would recognize her if he didn’t already know who it was. The flyer must have been outside. Along the bottom are tear-off tabs with the police number and the Dean’s email on them. Yuri recognizes the domain; it’s the official university mail service, so it must be the Dean’s professional email. It seems like an odd choice for a missing person ad. Looks like a few tabs have been taken.

Yuri glances sideways at Estelle. She stares down at the flyer, pale and scared like Yuri hasn’t seen her since their first encounter. They just stopped gooping up the scrape, so it’s scabbing over now , and the bruising has turned a sickly green as it heals.

“I...” She swallows, hard, putting her fork down. “I don’t...”

“Listen,” Hanks says, with a sigh. “I’m not about to turn you in. I don’t think Yuri will, either.”

“Fuck, no.”

“But I can’t promise nobody in the Lower Quarter will. Folks here are hurting for cash. Someone who sees you at the community center might take them up on it, even if they aren’t proud of it, so they can put food on the table.”

“...Yes. I understand.”

Hanks scratches at his beard. “I guess all I’m askin’ is that you think about stopping by the police station yourself. I don’t want Yuri to get charged with kidnapping.”

That makes Estelle jerk her head up, eyes wide. “Yuri could get in trouble?”

“Sure. He’s been on the wrong side of the law before—“

“The tweedles deserved to get pushed into the canal, you know that—“

“I do, son, but the police still weren’t none too happy about it. They aren’t much fond of him, and now he’s got a missing person stashed in his apartment. Ain’t a hard case to make.”

“But he’s not making me stay there!”

Hanks shrugs. “They could argue coercion if they get a bee in their bonnet. That’s why I’m suggesting you stop by the police station yourself, to let them know that you left under your own will and you aren’t missing. It doesn’t mean you have to go back to your old life. The community’s happy to help you figure something else out, like we have been.”

Estelle wrings her hands under the table. She looks down at the flyer again.

“I don’t want to go back,” she says, voice small.

“I’m telling you, you don’t have to.”

“If I talk to the police, they’ll make me go back.”

“You’re eighteen,” Yuri says. “You can go wherever the hell you want. They can’t make you go back if you don’t want to.”

“Will you come with me? To the police station?”

“Probably not a good idea,” Hanks says. “Remember, we want to show them that you’re staying in the Lower Quarter under your own free will.”

“I can still drive you there and wait nearby, though,” Yuri says. “I’ll hang out in a parking lot or something. Just scream real loud and I’ll come grab you.”

“Don’t scream unless you have no other choice, the police don’t like that.”

“Who cares what the police like? If they try to mess with you, break their eardrums.”

“Yuri, for God’s sake, don’t get the poor girl in trouble.”

Estelle giggles a little, high and anxious. The smile slides back off her face quickly, though. “I can... can I still stay with you? After I talk to the police?”

“Sure.”

“Really? I promise I’ll—I’ll stop by the bank, and get a new account set up. Then I can try to find a job and pay you b—“

“Estelle, chill. There’s no rush.”

“But—!”

“We’ll get it sorted out. Might take a bit, but we’ll get you there. You don’t need to freak out.”

“I just—“ Estelle sniffles a bit. Oh, God, no. No crying. Please no more crying. Yuri is terrible at comforting people. “You’ve been so kind, both of you, and I haven’t even told you anything and you’re still helping me, and I feel so bad, and—“

Yuri fidgets with a lock of his own hair. “I mean. This isn’t exactly a huge mystery. You’ve got big bruises on your face and you don’t want to go back somewhere. I might not have a fancy education, but I can put two and two together.”

“I... I guess that’s...”

“We don’t really need more information than that. Anyway, you’re a friend of Flynn’s. He would kick my ass if he found out I didn’t look out for you.”

“But you offered to let me stay with you before you knew—“

Hanks reaches across the table to pat her shoulder. “Don’t bother, miss. Let Yuri believe the rest of us think he’s a tough guy. We all know he’s really a big softie.”

Yuri splutters indignantly. “Hey!”

“He climbs trees to get children’s cats down for them,” Hanks stage-whispers to Estelle. She giggles, more genuinely this time. Yuri would be pleased if it weren’t at his goddamn expense.

“One time! Was I just supposed to leave Ted’s cat stranded?! He had a broken leg!”

“One time? Son, you’ve done that twice in the last year.”

“Tell Ted to get a better cat! I swear, next time I’m leaving the damn thing up there.”

“Yesterday,” Estelle tells Hanks, solemnly, wiping a tear away from the corner of her eye, “He held two babies for a busy mom. At once.”

Hanks chortles. Yuri groans, aggrieved. “I changed my mind, you can’t stay with me. You’re a menace.”

“No, no. You’re right, we can’t risk Flynn’s wrath. The young lady is here to stay.”

Estelle catches Yuri’s eye again and gives him that small, shy smile again. Yuri shakes his head, fond despite himself. He returns a wry smile. Of course she’s staying. He never should have expected anything different. On some level, he thinks he didn’t.

“Alright, princess. I guess I’m stuck with you.”

“I’m in your care!”

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If You Do. 20

CHARLIE

His hand found my exposed thigh and slid its way up the shirt I was wearing. I'm not sure when I briefly felt his hand pull on the safety shorts that I was wearing and seconds later they melted to my feet. I'm not sure whether it was for my benefit or just so he could show off but he pulled his shirt over his head and instead of the thoughts that were travelling through my head telling me what a horrible idea this was I was distracted by his perfectly toned dancer body, I let out a breath and he smirked at me knowing he had already won.

He yanked my jacket off, it fell to the floor joining my pants, I was a shirt and a bra away from being completely naked in front of a 19-year-old, in front of my student, no matter how many times I registered the truth of those words I couldn't seem to force myself to act against anything that was currently happening. Looking at his naked torso and the lust that was radiating from his eyes, I didn't see a 19-year-old.

His hands found the clasp of my bra and soon it joined the pile of clothes on the floor, I'm not sure why he left the shirt on, but the material didn't hinder him in any way. With only the sound of his zip as a warning, he trusts himself into me in one quick motion, I inhaled quickly and leaned against the wall for support, his lips found my neck and lifted my thigh to his waist to give himself a better angle.

THEA

I was woken up by a small paw tapping at my face, I opened my eyes to see a fluffy little fur ball sitting a few inches from my face on Shawn's bare chest which I was apparently using as a pillow. She tilted her head slightly and let out a quiet meow.

"Is it breakfast time?" Shawn yawned patting the little kitten on the head.

"When did you get a cat?" I asked mimicking his yawn.

"She is a kitten," he frowned at me.

"And almost three weeks ago," he added.

"She's adorable,"

"Of course she is, she's a princess," he pursed his lips at her, she meow and strutted over to his face.

"I have to get up to give her breakfast, there is water and Advil next to you," he pointed to the other side of the bed, I didn't need them but it was sweet of him to think so.

"Where are my pants?"

"You're wearing them," he frowned at me lifting the little fur ball as he climbed out of bed.

"Why?"

"Because you were way to drunk last night that I would have slept with you even before you threw up on your own shirt, that's why you're wearing mine, but I did put yours through the washing machine last night, it should be dry by now,"

"Sorry about that," I frowned.

"I'm kind of used you your drunk habits, it's completely fine," he smiled at me as I got up to follow him to the kitchen.

Doobin was laying on the lounge staring at the ceiling, he didn't look up at us when we entered the room, normally he at least acknowledges our presence.

"What's up with him?" I frowned.

"Doobin? Do you want a coffee?"

"Obviously, and yeah, he's all zoned out,"

"Probably because the idiot decided to tell Charlie that he liked her last night,"

"What?" I laughed.

"And he was rejected, so he's moping," Shawn shrugged.

Doobin finally looked up after Shawn said rejected, there was something in his eye but I wasn't sure what exactly it was. I frowned but turn my attention towards the fluffy ball circling my feet wanting her breakfast.

"What's her name?" I asked as my phone started ringing in his bedroom.

"Lexi," Shawn smiled down at her placing the small pink ceramic bowl down at his feet.

The phone stopped ringing and I didn't bother to go and get it, a few minutes later it started ringing again, who was calling this early? I sighed heading back to Shawn's room, collapsing on his bed. Charlies name was flashing across the screen, Charlie rarely calls me and never this early. My body fell cold and I swear I physically felt my stomach rise to my throat.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked cautiously.

"I need you to do me a huge favour and not ask any questions,"

"Okay?"

"I need you to come home, like, now, and on your way, you need to go to the chemist and get me the morning after pill," she rushed out, she sounded frantic.

"What happened?" I frowned. She wasn't stupid, she would ever have unprotected sex, at least not willingly, the cold feeling came back.

"Relax your maternal instinct, nothing like that, I just need you to go get me the pill and it's kind of time-sensitive,"

"You can tell me, I won't judge you," I stated carefully.

"Thea, honestly, I had consensual sex and we were kind of too caught up in the moment to consider protection, can you please just do what I ask?"

"Okay, who exactly did you have sex with?" I asked out loud.

"Is that really important right now?"

"I'm just curious, Sam's too injured, you wouldn't have slept with anyone in the bar, Yuri is basically always wearing protection,"

"Thea! Focus," Charlie snapped through the phone as Shawn stalled back in, kicking his door closed and laying down next to me.

He pushed my hair away from my neck and started planting light kisses along my neck and across my should.

"Sorry," I cleared my throat.

"Are you having sex right now?" she sighed.

"What? No," I breathed feeling Shawn's fingers under my shirt, travelling up my spine.

"Thea, seriously? I'm in crisis mode and you're boning the brother of the reason I'm even in this situation," she ranted.

"Wait, what?"I froze, Shawn was trying to inch his shirt over my head.

"I slept with Doobin, no can you please go and get me the morning after pill so I don't end up pregnant with a child's child?" she stated.

"Yes,"

"Thanks," she said hanging up.

Shawn had managed to pull the shirt off, he gently rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me. For a second, or two, I let him leave a trail of kisses from my collar bone between my cleavage and down my stomach to my waistband. Then my brain overpowered the distraction and I sat upright.

"Stop," I breathed.

"What? Why?" he frowned at me.

"Ah, I have to go deal with something, where are my clothes? And my bag? Do you know what time the bus will be here?"

"You think I'll make you get the bus?" he raised an eyebrow with a sweet smile.

"Opposed to you driving 40 minutes to drop me off and then another 40 minutes to drive home?" I stated.

"Charlie drove that same distance to bring Doobin home, I'm sure I can manage it especially if she's not feeling well, I'll get your shirt,"

SAM

I woke up on the lounge, sleeping on the lounge was a horrible idea, the amount of pain I was in was not at all worth the sleep that I had gotten. I sat up trying to stretch the muscles out without causing any more pain, it's didn't work.

There was a pillow and blanket on the floor next to me so I was guessing that BM had slept on the floor like a crazy person, I don't know why he didn't just sleep in my bed.

"You're awake," Jae stated.

I never understood how he could even function, I mean I definitely went to be hours before him last night but here he was, awake and sitting on the kitchen counter, legs crossed on the countertop bowl of cereal in his hand, I suppose that was our own fault for not buying any sort of table.

"It would seem that way," I grumbled.

"How's the shoulder?" He asked casually.

"It kills,"

"As expected when The Hulk sleeps on you," he nodded.

"She didn't sleep on me, she slept on Shawn, he moved her to go get his pervy little brother," I rolled my eyes.

"So given the choice of the sore shoulder or Shawn's brother grinding on Charlie, which would you chose?" Jae raised an eyebrow at me.

"I would choose to hit you," I rolled my eyes.

"That wasn't one of the options, I'm guessing now isn't the best time to tell you that Shawn's brother went home with Charlie?"

"What? Where was Shawn?" I frowned.

"He took Thea home because BM was being a dick and it was only fueling her crazy," he shrugged.

"He was still being a dick?"

"Yeah, he was in a bad mood last night and he took it out on Thea,"

THEA

I walked into the chemist, would it look weird if I just came out with a small bag? Maybe I should get some other things.

I picked up some Nurofen, a packet of pads, a bag of assorted candies and a bottle of water before making my way to the counter to get what I was actually here for. I shook the back around a little so that the prescription bag was hidden amongst everything else before walking back out to the car.

"Did you get everything you need?" Shawn asked as I put my belt back on.

"Ah, yep," I nodded tying the bad closed so he couldn't see what was inside it, I didn't realise until I had already done it how suspicious that it looked.

"You don't need anything else?" He asked casually, I kind of really wanted a sausage and egg McMuffin from McDonald's but I figured if I took an unnecessary pitstop Charlie would probably stab me.

"Nope," I shook my head.

We had waited until we were almost at the house before stopping in at the chemist so it only took five minutes to get there. Shawn pulled into the driveway and turned off the car, I paused for a moment.

"Thank you for bringing me home,"

"How about we finish what we started in my bed?" He winked.

"No, I mean I can't," I rubbed the back of my neck thinking of an excuse.

"What wrong?" he frowned looked at me concerned.

"I got my period this morning, thus the pitstop?" I laughed awkwardly lifting the back up shaking it a little.

"Oh," he nodded.

"Do you want me to get you anything before I leave?"

"No, that's okay. I'm just going to go lay down before my show tonight, are you going to come along?"

"If you want me to," he nodded with his classic Shawn smile.

"I'll see you tonight then," I smiled getting out of the car.

I waved as he drove away then I ran inside. Charlie was pacing the hallway chewing on her thumb. She looked up at me when I came in with a sigh of relief.

"Did you get it?"

"Here," I fished the paper bag out of the plastic one tossing it at her.

"Thank you," she stated heading into the kitchen to get a drink.

"What else did you buy?" she frowned at me.

"I have no idea, I just felt like it would be weird if I cam out with a paper bag," I shrugged.

CHARLIE

"Only to you," I shook my head at her, she had a tendency to over think things.

"So, why exactly couldn't you go get that yourself?" she raised an eyebrow.

"I have no fuel in my car, I completely forgot to go to the fuel station on my way home last night, after, everything. Plus you have your car keys,"

"How exactly did you manage to sleep with Doobin, also while we are on the subject, what kind of crazy person had unprotected sex with a 19-year-old? I mean I know we make jokes about you're cougarisum, but seriously?" she rambled like I knew she would.

"It's not like I planned on sleeping with him," I rolled my eyes walking down the hallway.

"No, you owe me details,"

"I don't though," I shook my head.

"Yes, you do. You got me out of bed first thing in the morning so I could get you a solution to your irresponsibility, and in the process completely cockblocked me,"

"I didn't tell you that you couldn't have sex, you could have dropped it off and gone back to Shawns, or you could have handed me the bag and taken him in your bedroom," I shrugged.

"But instead I told him I started my period this morning so there was no chance that he would find out that you slept with his little brother, you're welcome,"

"You told him that so you could get details, don't lie to me," I raised an eyebrow.

"That may have played a part," she shrugged.

"I came home to feed the animals and get changed, and the next thing I knew I was between the hallway wall and Doobin, it all happened to fast for the rational part of my brain to tell me that it was a terrible idea," I sighed.

"Did you sleep with him in that," she pointed at what I was wearing.

"I mean kind of, I wasn't wearing pants," I shrugged.

"Isn't that Sam's shirt?" she bit back a smirk.

"You know, you have a habit of making a bad situation worse?" I huffed sinking back into the couch.

"I do not,"

"Seriously? Do you know what you did last night?"

"Not Doobin," she laughed.

"You danced on top of BM's bar, tried to make out with Austin again, spilt beer all over me which would be why I'm wearing Sam's clothes,"

"But I didn't do Doobin, which one of us slept with a 19-year-old?" she smirked.

"Don't you need to go and shower or something?"

"Oh shit," she covered her mouth muffling a laugh.

"What now?"

"I'm not sure if I should tell you, I mean I wouldn't want to make things worse," she pulled a face.

"Just once I wish you would get hungover," I shook my head.

"Do you want fries for breakfast?" she asked.

"Yes, I want fries for breakfast,"

"Good, I really want a McMuffin but I figured you would stab me if I went there before I brought you your anti Doobin seed pill,"

"Are you done?"

"Not even close,"

"You realise you can't tell anyone this, right?"

"Obviously, I can't have you going to prison," she smirked.

"I hate you,"

"Super, get dressed so we can get food, and go check on Sam's shoulder," she stated heading to her bedroom.

"Oh, you may want a scarf or to use a bit concealer on that mark Doobin left on your neck," she called.

"What?" I frowned getting up, heading to my room.

I turned my head to get a better looked at the purple mark Doobin had left on the side of my neck. I'm going to kill him.

BM

"Hey," I waved at the girls as the walked into the bar, I was running through the books to try and figure out when the money started going missing.

Thea didn't even look at me, she just kept walking, heading upstairs. I frowned after her then looked to Charlie who gave me a 'seriously?' look. I wasn't really sure what I was missing, Thea didn't get hangovers, and as far as I know, nothing happened in the past twelve hours to affect her mood, plus she seemed to only be ignoring me, she was laughing with Charlie as they walked in.

"What is her problem today?"

"Probably you," she shrugged.

"What?"

"Sams upstairs?"

"Yeah, why am I her problem?"

"You're so stupid," she shook her head following Thea upstairs.

Women.

SAM

"How is your shoulder?" Thea asked handing Jae a brown paper bag from McDonald's.

"Food," he let out a sigh like he hadn't just finished his second bowl of cereal.

"Where's mine?" I frowned.

"Charlie has it, you can have it after I check your shoulder," she held up a plastic bag which I was assuming contained new dressings.

"My shoulder is fine," I sighed.

"Are you sure? You did have the hold sleeping on you last night " Jae commented nodding g st Thea.

"Hey!" He yelled when Thea snatched the bag from his hands.

"I have a strangely vivid memory of what happened last night, and I believe my head rested on him for a brief period," Thea glared at him.

"Brief enough for him to have to take his medication and go to sleep," Jae retorted.

"Shut up and eat your breakfast," she frowned shoving the bag back at him which was exactly what he wanted her to do.

"So, you remember everything?" Jae challenged with a mouth full of food.

"Everything from BM being a douche, to you scaring Jackson away, to me dancing on the bar top," she nodded as I slide out of my shirt.

"Yeah, what did you do to BM? The is no way he would act like that just because you slept with his friend," Jae asked thoughtfully.

"I didn't do anything to him, he was in a bad mood and decided I would be the best person to take it out on, and now he is actually like he didn't basically brand me both a terrible friend and a huge whore,"

"You do kind of sleep with everyone," Jae tried to lighten the mood.

"Ow," he frowned at Charlie when she punched him in the arm.

"I think I just got hit by a mosquito," he whined.

"You need actually mental help," I shook my head at him. I hissed a second later when Thea cleaned my wound before redressing it.

"All done, you can have your breakfast now,"

"Thanks,"

"Oh, are you guys coming tonight?" She asked casually.

THEA

"Apparently I don't have a choice," Jae gave Charlie a look.

"Oh, don't act like I'm not doing you a favour,"

"What favour?"

"You can just tell people that I force you to go so that you don't have to admit that there isn't anything else you would rather do,"

"I can think of thousands of things I would rather do than watch Thea undress on stage,"

"Like watch her undress off stage?"

"That's disgusting," he shuddered.

"If you don't want to come, you don't have to, I just need to know how many of you will be there so I can try and have you all at the same table," I shrugged.

"We will all be there," Charlie assured me.

"Okay so you three and Shawn," I nodded.

"I'll be there too," BM stated entering the room.

"I'm rescinding your invite," I stated not looking back at him.

"What?"

"You're no longer invited, I don't want you there," I said.

"I have to go do some things before tonight, are you going to stay here or are you going to come with me?" I turned to Charlie.

"I'm going to stay here," she stated.

"I'm off then," I waved.

I tried to walk past BM ignoring his existence but he caught my arm and turned me to face him, that didn't mean I had to look at him.

"Why don't you want me there?"

"I wouldn't want to subject you to my whorey ways," I snapped pulling away from him and making a break for downstairs.

I realised that I may be overreacting to an extent. But BM insinuating that I was a whore stung, it was like growing up being bullied for being ugly or fat and your parents turning around and agreeing with everyone else. They were supposed to be your safe place, they were supposed to be on tour side even if you were fat and ugly, they were supposed to lie to you and make you feel better about yourself. BM was supposed.to be my safe place, he wasn't supposed to turn on me so that I started second guessing myself.

I know that my burlesque performances were more than just me taking my clothes off in front of people, they required skill and routines, but right now I kind of felt that maybe it was just be taking my clothes off on stage.

Maybe if he didn't come I wouldn't doubt myself, I feel like if I saw him in the audience then I would just become self-conscious and screw up. I felt like I was back in high school being bullied.

CHARLIE

"What the hell is her problem?" BM sighed.

"She remembers last night completely," Jae commented.

"So?" He shrugged.

"So, you weren't exactly nice to her," Sam stated.

"Since when does she get her feelings hurt over a few comments about her sex life?"

"Since you basically called her a huge whore in front of her friends and the guy she is trying to impress," Sam pointed out.

"I think she's being overdramatic, it's not the first time someone has called her out on her behaviour. Jae does it all the time,"

"I've never actually directly called her a whore and told her that she should stop sleeping g with everything that smiles at her,"

"Jae is the exception, those two are always attacking each other, it's their thing. You're supposed to be her bro, you're supposed to protect her from assholes not become one," I frowned.

"You're all blowing this out of proportion," he rolled his eyes going back downstairs.

"How serious do you think Thea was about not wanting him there?" Jae asked.

"Pretty adamant, why?"I sighed.

"Because he is probably going to show up," Sam stated.

"I'm Shawn will distract her from making a scene,"

"I don't think it's a scene we should we concerned about," I shook my head.

"Since when shouldn't we be concerned about Thea making a scene?" Jae raised an eyebrow.

"I think BM being a dick may have shaken some of her confidence," I thought out loud.

"Makes sense," Sam nodded.

THEA

I sat in front of the mirror backstage, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, I was more nervous than I usually was, I couldn't shake the nausea today and it was only frustrating me. Channel that, I thought, maybe if I channel that anger I had towards BM then I would be able to actually function.

I took another deep breath and opened my eyes and just abo uh t jumped out of my skin when I see Julie standing behind me, she was the event organizer.

"You're up next," she smiled before leaving me to myself.

After a few more deep breaths and a few encouraging thoughts to myself I rose from my stool and headed to stage right.

"Next to the stage is Thea Tequila with her Classic Cocktail stage," the announcer introduced.

Way to sound like a whore... focus Thea.

BM

"She is going to be mad at you," Jae stated quietly.

"Shut up," I sighed.

"He's right though," Same added.

"We all know that she would have been mad if I didn't come," I rolled my eyes.

She tells everyone that they don't have to come and that she doesn't mind if we decided to stay home instead. But if we didn't show up then she would just get upset about it.

"I think she actually meant it when she said you didn't have to come," Jae stated.

"I doubt that,"

"Considering she said she didn't want you to come to watch her, I'm pretty sure she meant it," Charlie stared.

"She's just being overdramatic, that's what she does, she'd get over it," I shrugged.

"I thought you were supposed to be her friend?" Shawn asked me.

"I am her friend,"

"It doesn't seem like it," he commented as Thea came out onto the stage.

I didn't really understand why everyone was attacking me, I made a few small comments at her. It's not like they don't all do it, she doesn't take it personally when they say it but I have one bad day and do the same thing everyone else does and she acts like she's suffered a massive betrail.

She started her routine, she looked nervous which is something she never looked on stage, there was doubt and self-conscious look in her eye that I hadn't seen since high school. Maybe she was just having an off day and it had nothing to do with me.

Almost halfway through her performance she misstepped and fell over, she tried to regain her composure but only fell again. Normally she would just stand up, take a breath and continue, but instead, she signalled the DJ to cut the music and walked off stage after apologising.

"She's going to kill you," Jae muttered.

"I didn't do anything,"

"You showed up,"

CHARLIE

The show ended and we all waited for Thea to come out. She was the last to leave the dressing room, I almost went in there to get her. She looked annoyed both at herself and at BM who just sat in his chair casually.

"Can I come over?" she asked.

"Of course," he smiled at her.

"Thanks, I just have to go get my stuff for class tomorrow, then I'll meet you at your house," she nodded.

"No party tonight?" Jae tried to lighten the mood.

"To celebrate my failure and embarrassment? I don't think so," she shook her head.

"But you're failure and embarrassment is my favourite thing," he poked.

"I don't this will be the last time it happens," she shrugged.

"Are you okay?" BM frowned.

"Like you care," she sighed.

"I do care,"

"If you care you wouldn't have shown up," she snapped before walking out.

"Told you," Jae hummed.

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Commission for @craftingandcats! Featuring Ryou, Zakuro, and their first pregnancy!

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In all honesty, this situation they were in was completely unexpected. Nothing like Ryou and Zakuro had discussed and planned many times. Emphasis on unexpected and unplanned, but most definitely not unwanted.

That was what both Ryou and Zakuro were thinking but not saying as they sat on the edge of the bathtub, staring at the pregnancy test in Ryou’s hands and the pale pink plus sign that stared up at them

But Ryou, ever the scientist, ever logical, ever the skeptic—especially when he thought things were too good to possibly be true—said softly, “You know, uh, these things… They sometimes give a false positive.”

“I knew you’d say that,” Zakuro said a bit flatly as she stood up, walking out of the bathroom. Ryou leapt to his feet to rush after her, apologies on his tongue, but before he could get a word out, Zakuro was back in the doorway, a plastic bag from the local pharmacy in her hands. She pulled out six more pregnancy tests—each dated with a sticky note—and laid them out on the bathroom counter.

Seven in total, including the one Ryou still held.

Seven little pale pink positive signs staring up at them.

Ryou stared, stunned, with open-mouthed awe as he looked at the tests on the counter, then the one in his hand, and then Zakuro.

“I knew you’d say that,” Zakuro said softly. “Because that’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past week.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, then they both broke into grins, throwing their arms around each other, laughing as they kissed.

“You’re pregnant!” Ryou exclaimed.

“I’m pregnant!” Zakuro echoed, wiping away a tear from her eye. “I’m pregnant… We’re going to be parents. A little sooner than we talked about, but…”

“No, no buts,” Ryou said, kissing her again. “This is perfect. Have you made a doctor’s appointment yet?”

“Not yet,” Zakuro said. “Let’s do it now. Find a spot on both of our schedules. I want you there.”

Ryou held her tight. “There is nowhere else I could possibly want to be than at your side.”

*****

A week later, they had a due date, had heard their baby’s heartbeat, and a prescription for neonatal vitamins.

They also had a long talk about when and how they were going to tell their friends.

“After three months was what the doctor recommended,” Zakuro said. “That’s about six weeks from now.”

Ryou nodded. “Considering we managed to hide the fact that we were dating for nearly seven months, six weeks should be easy enough.”

So they thought.

It became a little more difficult than they initially thought it would be.

“Let’s go out for sushi on Friday night,” Keiichiro suggested when he and Ryou discussed taking their wives out for dinner.

“Uh…” Ryou said awkwardly, not sure how to subvert this. “Actually, didn’t you say that you and Rin wanted to try the desserts at that new little cake shop? There’s a ramen place across the street from there.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea.” Keiichiro agreed nodding.

Ryou heaved a sigh of relief, knowing full well he dodged a bullet.

Two weeks later, they faced a similar issue at game night, and the wine started to pour.

“How many glasses do we need?” Lettuce asked the room. However, she frowned slightly as Zakuro did not raise her hand. “You don’t want any, Zakuro?”

“Uh, not tonight,” Zakuro said, trying hard not to bite her lip or look nervous.

“Are you sure?” Ichigo pressed. “It’s your favorite brand.”

“No,” Zakuro said. “I’m… driving. I’m driving tonight. Designated driver.”

At that, the subject was dropped.

However, a few days later, Zakuro politely declined sampling a new tea Mint had acquired for the Café, as it contained caffeine.

“I’m avoiding caffeine,” Zakuro explained. “It’s healthier, you know.”

“But you practically live on caffeine with your schedule,” Kisshu pointed out.

“Yeah, Zakuro Onee-Chan would have to be pregnant to give up caffeine, na no da!” Pudding said, cheerfully oblivious.

Ryou spat out a mouthful of tea in shock and Zakuro just stood frozen with her actress smile plastered on her face but with wide eyes.

The entire room was quiet, then,

“OH MY GOD YOU’RE PREGNANT!” Mint screeched.

And that was how they told their friends.

More or less.

*****

They didn’t forget to tell Taka.

No, they didn’t plan to tell Taka.

There was a huge difference.

He noticed. Oh, yes, he noticed.

First it was some minor changes in routine. Ryou took care of the litterbox—which honestly Taka didn’t mind, given how much he hated Ryou—and the two were even more cuddly and close than Taka could ever remember.

Taka was concerned because Zakuro started taking pills every day, though. She shouldn’t; pills were the most evil thing in the world and Taka hated pills about as much as he hated Ryou, the vet, the vacuum cleaner, and the word ‘diet’. Pills were for illness and feeling unwell. But Zakuro did not necessarily look unwell, even though Taka heard her vomit early in the morning—way too early to be fed.

For once, he understood the humans’ frustration with him throwing up hairballs in the middle of the night.

Food was also a change. A bad change. A horrible, no good change.

See, Taka loved fish. Ate it for every meal.

But that came to an end when Zakuro went to prepare Taka’s dinner, popped open the can… and immediately dropped it and ran from the room, retching and gagging and yelling for Ryou.

Ryou, the ungrateful little wretch who had invaded Taka’s home and stolen his human, threw away the can of perfectly good cat food. Without letting Taka even having a nibble. Then he left the apartment, coming back with more cat food cans.

What was inside was not fish. Not even close.

It was chicken.

It was after nearly a week of being served this inferior food that Taka began to notice something else.

Zakuro smelled funny. She smelled too much like Ryou.

Taka was full of rage and indignation.

How dare he?

“Oh dear,” Zakuro said, frowning at the yowling cat. “Taka really doesn’t like the new food, does he?”

“Ignore him,” Ryou said, continuing to eat. “He’s yelling at me. It’s not about the food.”

Zakuro frowned. “Cat genes?

“Uh huh.”

“So, what exactly is he yelling at you about this time?”

“I’ve ruined your scent. You smell too much like me now, even after a shower. You should smell more like you. And by that, he means ‘more like Taka’.”

“Ah,” Zakuro glanced at the angry cat again. “He’ll understand when the baby comes though, right?”

“The baby will smell a lot like you usually do, and we could bring a blanket with the baby’s scent on it first,” Ryou said. He reached across the table, taking Zakuro’s hand, giving her a smile. “Don’t worry. In just a few months, we’ll all be a big, happy family. Or, at least, the three of us humans will be happy and Taka will just be as content as he gets.”

Zakuro laughed.

Taka stormed off, outraged at being laughed at and ignored, glaring at them both as he ate his chicken.

He refused to admit that it tasted good.

*****

One of Zakuro’s favorite things about being pregnant—and there was not many of those favorite things—was that every night as they laid in bed together, Ryou put his hand on her belly. She teased him about this initially, because she wasn’t even beginning to show and the baby was smaller than a peanut.

“Doesn’t mean it’s too early to bond with my child,” Ryou retorted. She had laughed then.

But now… Now it was the thing she looked forward to every night. Lying there in the dark with Ryou’s warm hand on her stomach, their child growing there.

It was often in those moments where she wondered whether the child would be a boy or a girl, what he or she would look like. Would that child be born with her dark hair or Ryou’s blond hair? His bright blue eyes or her dark gray eyes? Who would the child take after personality wise?

She loved the quiet, knowing full well it was the calm before the storm. Soon there would be a crying baby at all hours, diapers to be changed, and feedings. And she would welcome it gladly.

But for now, they’d enjoy the time they had to just be Zakuro and Ryou before they became Mom and Dad.

It was a moment like this where Zakuro felt the baby move for the first time, and the first time the baby kicked was against Ryou’s hand, making them both smile.

It was also these moments where they talked a lot about the baby. About what color to paint the nursery, about how they would parent, about names.

The discussion of names came up when Zakuro was about five months pregnant, her belly round and it was much clearer that a baby was growing, was coming.

It was Ryou who brought it up, which surprised Zakuro to some extent, the whisper that broke the silence in the dark.

“If it’s a girl, could we… could we name her after my mom?”

Zakuro, who had been dozing off, was suddenly wide-awake.

“Your mom?” She said. She thought for a second. “Your mom’s name was Lily, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then do you want it to be in English like hers, or the Japanese ‘Yuri’?”

“Could we do a variation of ‘Yuri’? Sayuri?”

“Small lily,” Zakuro said in English. She nodded to herself some, humming. “I like it. Shirogane Sayuri. And if it’s a boy, would you like to name him after your dad?”

Ryou was quiet and for a moment Zakuro thought he fell asleep, but then he spoke, “I don’t know. I don’t know if I can hear his name again.”

“Ah,” Zakuro whispered. “That’s why you wanted the variation of your mother’s name.”

“Yeah.”

She reached over and took his hand, squeezing it gently. “You know… I know we talked about not finding out the gender. But do you want to? It might help in choosing a name.”

Ryou was quiet again, then he said, “Can we? I know you wanted to be surprised…”

“I wouldn’t suggest it if it wasn’t possible, and if I didn’t mind.”

“Then let’s do it.”

A week later, they held the sonogram of their daughter, sitting on the couch together, just staring at it, smiling.

“Sayuri,” Zakuro whispered.

Ryou kissed her cheek, repeating, “Sayuri…”

*****

It was about seven months into her pregnancy, and Zakuro had already stopped doing appearances, signings, and performances, focusing on her health and the baby.

But there was also too much time on her hands.

She tried to fill it with her friends, reading, binge-watching shows, and preparing the baby’s room. But there was also a lot of time for self-doubt and fear to seep in.

She couldn’t stop thinking about her own childhood, the nannies and the dinners alone and desperate for any glimpse of her parents, let alone a hug or good-night kiss.

Zakuro thought of her own busy schedule, and Ryou’s. What if she couldn’t balance a career and being a mother?

Worse, what if she was a terrible mother?

And that was how Ryou came home to find Zakuro sitting on the couch, sobbing into her hands. He dropped the groceries he was carrying and rushing to her side.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, panicking. “Are you in pain? Is it the baby?”

Zakuro, her face still covered by her hands, shook her head, huffing and sniffling. “I’m going to be an awful mother…”

Ryou hugged her, and said, “No, you’re not.”

“I am!” Zakuro exclaimed, lifting her puffy, red-eyed face. “My parents were awful, and I’m going to be just like them. I’m going to utterly fail our child!”

“No, you’re not,” Ryou repeated. He cupped Zakuro’s face in his hands. “You are brilliant and wonderful and loving. You’re going to be an amazing mother. You love Sayuri so much already. And we’re in this together, you know? I’ve got my worries about becoming a parent, too, if that helps.”

Zakuro frowned at him. “What do you have to worry about? Your parents, they were so kind and loving and attentive…”

“They were,” Ryou agreed. “And that’s what I’m worried about. That I’ll never be as good as a father as my dad, that I won’t be able to do things as well as my mom. I’m going to ask myself every day, what would my mom do, what would my dad say? I’m worried that I’m going to fail and make a ton of mistakes. And I know I will. And so will you. But we’re going to be doing this together, you know. So it’s okay. We’re going to make mistakes, and that’s okay, as long as we know we’re allowed to make mistakes and our kids know that we’re allowed to make mistakes because we’re human. That’s just how life works. Everything—and everyone—will be okay.”

Zakuro sniffled and nodded. “So you’ll ask what your parents would do or say and do it, and I’ll ask what my parents would do or say and do the opposite.”

Ryou chuckled and hugged her. “Yeah, that’s what we’ll do.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, still heaving slightly. Ryou just rubbed her back comfortingly.

He whispered in her ear, “You’re going to be a great mom. I just know it.”

She took comfort in his words, knowing he’d never lie to her about anything, let alone something as big as this.

All she could do was her best.

And that was what she was going to give.

*****

Ryou stood over the little bassinet, smiling as he looked down at Sayuri, sleeping soundly.

She was so tiny, so beautiful.

He loved her.

He loved her so much.

This beautiful little creation of his and Zakuro’s.

He glanced over his shoulder at his sleeping wife, then back to his daughter. He carefully picked her up, holding her close, making gentle shushing sounds as she stirred, yawning but cuddling in against his chest, her eyes staying closed the whole time.

Ryou sat down in the rocking chair beside the hospital bed, just rocking back and forth, feeling his daughter’s warmth and weight and presence.

How had he been so lucky?

“You sweet, beautiful angel,” He murmured. “What did I do to deserve you?” He glanced up at Zakuro, and smiled. “Either of you?”

To his surprise, the corner of Zakuro’s mouth lifted. “I’m still trying to figure that out myself.” She said softly, opening her eyes.

Ryou chuckled, shaking his head.

Zakuro shifted slightly, her smile growing. “Now this is a sight I thought too good to be true. I love it. Watching you hold our baby.”

“Well, you’re going to see it every day for the rest of her life.”

Zakuro let out a laugh at that. “Yeah, right. She’s going to be too big to hold eventually.”

Ryou instinctively held Sayuri closer. “Lies. Lies and slander. She’s my baby girl and she’ll never be too big to hold.”

“You hear that, Sayuri?” Zakuro crooned. “You haven’t been on the outside for five hours yet and your Daddy is completely and totally whipped.”

Ryou grinned at her. “For my two favorite girls? Completely and totally.”

Zakuro smiled and she drifted off back to sleep, the new family resting and relaxing and just enjoying these first few moments together.

They were more than ready to begin their new lives together, happy as happy can be.

And Taka? Well, he was just going to have to deal. And, eventually, he could admit that the weird human kitten wasn’t all that bad.

At least, he thought that until Sayuri learned to crawl.

But that was another story.

[yurislifeasarten]

The Very Difficult Prescription

I have been feeling sick. I just feel tired without a fever and coughing. Sometimes I feel nauseated.  My blood is not flowing well and my shoulders are stiff and I get headaches. By the way I am tested negative for COVID. 

I really had no idea. So I went to a clinic. The doctor could not conclude the cause of my condition and therefore could not prescribe medicines.

So I took a blood test. The doctor took the blood from my arm, which is often adored by doctors and nurses since they can easily locate veins. I waited for the result for a few days.

The test result indicated that I did not have obviously severe problems. However, there were a few kinds of numbers that were slightly higher than acceptable range. So the doctor prescribed medicines that would improve the numbers.

I went to a pharmacy with the prescription. The schedule to take the medicines is as below:

1 medicine: twice a day after meal

2 medicines: three times a day after meal

1 medicine: three times a day between meals

“Wait, isn’t the schedule too complicated? Isn’t it too hard to remember the schedule? Because it sounds hard enough for me, a person around 30 years old, this should be out of the question for older people.”

Such comments bursted inside me and I laughed so hard inside my heart.

To the pharmacist, I said laughing, “I mean no offense, but isn’t it too hard to follow the instructions?”

“You will be taking medicines all day, sorry.” said the pharmacist,

It is no one’s fault, but I saw an unoptimised side of medical services.

Then I talked about this incident to my close colleagues at my workplace as “The highlight of the weekend.” I thought this was pretty funny.

One colleague mentioned his little children.

One of his children apparently loves the very sweet medicine like syrup for children. He says, “Dad, I want medicine” after meals.

“My son understands medicine as dessert,” he said.

That reminded me of something.

My first medicine in my life was also an overly sweet thing like juice and syrup. I remember drinking it with a big spoon.

Then my medicines became the intermediate class powder medicine and as a child I felt sadness like a sense of loss like “I am not a child anymore.”

When I got used to the powder medicines, the unfairness of the world got even worse. The doctors began to prescribe tablet pills, implying “You can surely take the tablets, right?” to a vulnerable child, who was me.

When I was a little kid, I was really afraid of taking tablets. Especially the fear that the big capsules provoked was beyond description.

Another colleague had had the same feeling and said “Tablets were really scary,” revisiting his fearful memory back from his childhood.

Now I take rather large-sized supplements without hesitation, but people including me have been formed as adults regardless of the readiness and put on “the conveyor belt of “the size of medicines” automatically, arbitrarily, for the sake of adults.

I am not sure if I should feel sad for such unfairness of the world, for the scariness of “automation”, and for myself, who started to say “Doping is business person’s taste” as half joke and half serious advice, taking several supplement tablets every morning after finishing up the planned course of the conveyor belt, or I should be happy with my “growth.”

I wonder what I, who received the first powder medicine in life and I, who felt fear when I received the first tablets, would think about me today. Am I “Yuri, who became an adult” or just “a traitor” to get yelled at?

Tonight, three Yuris would lie down in the same bed.

[allollipoppins]

For insidious: “I don’t avoid stressful situations. I’m just dealing with them in my own fucking way.”

Read it on ao3 here. Thank you again for the prompt love :-*

Rating: Teen And Up AudiencesArchive Warning: Major Character DeathCategory: M/MFandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime); Insidious (Movies)Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov; background Otabek Altin/Yuri PlisetskyCharacters: Katsuki Yuuri; Victor Nikiforov; Yuri Plisetsky; Otabek Altin; Nikolai Plisetsky; Vicchan (Yuri!!! on Ice)Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death; References to Depression and Medicine Overdose; Supernatural Elements; Ambiguous/Open Ending; Psychic Abilities; Religion; Based off Insidious 3; Katsuki Yuuri is the Elise Rainier of this drabble.

Thedark frames slipped on the bridge of his nose, forcing him to pushthem back with a finger as his sight adjusted to the blur that wasseeing with a foreign pair of glasses. The grey, almost matted colourof the plastic was almost pitch black, not that he would be able tomake the difference, blind as he was these days whenever he took offhis glasses. He’d never liked sunglasses anyway. How his husbandonce found pleasure in collecting them, all as exorbitant as theother, he would never know.

Theglasses slipped once, twice, before Yuuri gave up and sent themflying across the room. Vicchan jumped as the plastic landed next tohis basket, whining softly and turning to look at Yuuri. Yuurihuffed, then crouched to rub his hands through Vicchan’s softcurls. “Sorry darling. Daddy isn’t feeling great tonight either.”He pressed a kiss to his head, continuing to caress him even as helaid back in his basket. The dog was only a brown blur but he couldtell he worried for his master.

Yuuri’ssight had expectedly, gradually grown weaker, to the point where hecouldn’t see what was more than four inches away from him withoutneeding his glasses at hand. Victor had joked once, after his lastcheck-up at the ophthalmologist, that it was all the more a reasonfor him to stay close to Yuuri, so he would always know where to findhim.

Victor.

Themere thought of him, of his name slipping on his tongue the way ithadn’t in the past days brought tears to his eyes, formed a ball inhis throat that grew and grew until he felt like he could choke fromit.

Yuurihad assisted more people grieving their loved ones that he could evercount in his own life, but he had never thought – never broughthimself to think – that the very same thing he had helped other todeal with should happen with him so soon. It tasted sour in hismouth, foul as bile rising from his insides and pouring out insidehis throat.

Lifein silence, life without Victor felt utterly wrong.

** *

Itwasn’t always silent, of course. No home ever was when it hosted afamily, but homes without love tended to accumulate white noise, letit permeate their walls, fill the holes left behind by rodents andpeople, tamper with the food.

Amonth later, long after he had stopped wearing black, Yuuri stillheard it. During his daily showers, one in the morning after wakingup and one in the evening just before going to sleep, his earspricked up upon catching it. The alarm rang with deafeningconsistency in his head, like radio static hovering at the back ofhis mind and lingering long after being turned off and tuned out.

Itcould have been his imagination tricking him into thinkingnonsensically – Victor did say that he had a very creative mind.They had kept the alarm on their bedside table set for 7AM throughouttheir entire marriage, a force of habit inherited from their trainingdays at the ice rink. Yuuri barely heard it anymore, spending most ofhis nights awake and staring up at the ceiling, trying and failing toget some sleep. On the rare occasions when Yuuri managed to get awink of sleep, Victor would cut it off as soon as the first ring cutthrough the air, giving his husband some more time to rest, and exitthe room after giving his husband a kiss.

Thealarm hadn’t rung once since Vicchan, the poodle they had adoptedafter Makkachin’s death, had knocked it down a year ago.

Yurihadn’t set one either since his father’s death. Yuuri himselfdidn’t know what his son was up to these days, unable to tell if heslept longer than before the way he did, or if he simply ignored him.

Yurididn’t bother talking to him anymore, locked in his room as heusually was – only this time he couldn’t blame it on being ateenager. Nikolai didn’t exactly ignore him, but he didn’t makemuch of an effort in communicating either, only expressing himselfwith grunts and hums and the occasional snort while Yuuri preparedhis meals.

Theyblamed him. Who wouldn’t? The media themselves were having a fieldday documenting Victor’s death, from extensive details on hisautopsy that had revealed traces of antidepressants in hisbloodstream, a higher dose that what he usually took – the veryfact that the ex-living legend of figure skating took them in thefirst place had set everyone on fire. People didn’t take well tothe fact that Victor Nikiforov’s widower didn’t make officialstatements on the matter or went out in public or even looked sad.Like the world was turning on him for not grieving “properly”.

Yuriblamed him for his father’s death, as if he wasn’t Yuri’s otherfather anymore. Nikolai blamed him for not doing more for his nephewand grandson. His own parents and Mari had yet to come forward,having expressed their sympathies, but they still kept their distanceon the matter.

Otabektried, good as he was. He came to see Yuri every day, and spent mostthe day with his son, but occasionally left the room and spent sometime in the kitchen. They didn’t talk much aside from the customary“hello”, “how are you”, “fine”, “thank you” and“goodbye”.

Yuurimade the effort of airing a little the rooms when Otabek came, whichwas a bit more often nowadays. It was unhealthy, Yuuri knew it.Keeping all the windows closed and the curtains drawn, staying in thehouse and sleeping the days away. It was too hot inside, like summerhad slipped under the door one season too soon or to late. Sweatbeaded on his forehead from how close he was to Otabek, the latterhaving lit a cigarette which he took whiffs of in-between sips of hiscoffee.

Funny.Victor smoked or played the piano when he was on edge. Yuuri tendedto the garden or cooked. Sometimes when they were truly driving eachother up the wall with their petty arguments and their little wars oneach other, they would end up having very loud, boisterous make-upsex and that was the end of it.

He’dnever been fond of the smoke emanating from Victor’s cancer sticks,the very ones which had funnily enough not killed him before thepills had. He knew how to play a few lullabies on the piano, mostlyfrom memory more than feeling, but Yuri probably wouldn’tappreciate him trying to play; the piano had essentially beenVictor’s and the few times when things had been tense in thefamily, even Yuri couldn’t stand the sound of the piano notesclimbing up the stairs, practically screaming at Victor to knock itoff. Yuuri’s plants were surely all faded now, and he had appetitefor nothing, not even for the food he prepared for his son andin-laws. Future, in the Kazakh’s case, though he had yet to openlyadmit that he and Yuri were in a relationship. As if Yuuri couldn’thear them from the hall whenever he visited.

** *

“Victor,is that you?” he calls out in the middle of the empty room, sittingon the edge of the bed.

Hislegs dangle a few inches above the ground, toes barely brushing thecarpet. Yuuri’s eyes follows the portion of darkness that seepsinside his room from the door left ajar, right in front of him.Vicchan barks at the hall, half startling Yuuri out of his stupor,his howls a foreign sound he had never had the luxury to hear beforetoday.

Thehall is blissfully silent. Somewhere in the distance, a doorbellrings.

** *

“Doyou think you could get them out of here?” he asked one day out ofthe blue, while they sat at the coffee table, Otabek stubbing out hiscigarette in an ash tray and him tracing the rim of his teacup.

Yuri’sroom right next to his was eerily silent, come morning or nightfall.Even with Otabek present there was no pacing, no sounds came in orout of the bedroom. Yuri didn’t cry himself to sleep anymore, nordid he call out to his father. He must have given up on trying tosummon a dead man.

Otabekfrowned, to which he continued: “I know you and Yuri talked aboutmoving in together before… before that. And I think Nikolai coulduse some fresh air. He likes you.”

Thefold between his eyebrows was still there, but it softened by afraction after listening to him.

“Youcould come with us,” he said. Could, not should. He was just beingpolite. “It’s no good for you to stay on your own in such astressful moment.”

“I’llbe fine.”

“Sir–”

Yuurilaughed, a bitter rasp that felt out of place coming from him, andout of his mouth. Otabek seemed to recoil in his chair when he heardhim. Looking back at him, Yuuri thought he saw a myriad of emotionscross his eyes. Surprise, pity, helplessness.

“Idon’t avoid stressful situations. I’m just dealing with them inmy own fucking way.”

“Idon’t like you staying here on your own. It’s not safe.”

Thelights flickered above them, the room growing dimmer as the lampscreeched, pulsating with a yellow glow then turning ashen gold,extinguishing itself momentarily before coming back to its normalshade. Yuuri paid it no mind. Otabek glanced at him, then up, thenback at him.

Fearflashed through his gaze. The parent bedroom was right above theceiling.

“LikeI said,” Yuuri declared with finality. “I’ll be fine.”

Theyleft the next morning, piling cartons after cartons in the backseatof Nikolai’s threadbare car, Otabek’s own motorbike carrying afew boxes in a separate crate. Yuri’s eyes shone with unshed tearsas he hugged him, pulling him into an embrace so tight he almost lostthe ability to breathe.

“Iam so, so sorry dad,” he sobbed into Yuuri’s shoulder, holdingonto him with a vice-like grip. He wouldn’t let go, even afterYuuri told him about a thousand times that he loved him, pressingkisses on his forehead and cheeks, and urged him to leave. His sonwas so close to hysterics Otabek had to grab him by the elbows anddrag him to the car before he could make a scene.

Nikolai’shug was no different. “Come with us, Yurochka,” he begged him,wheels of his chair pulling him by the shoulders as the Plisetskypatriarch backed away from him with reluctance.

Yuurishook his head, mournful.

“Ihave some unfinished business to tend to. Tell Yura I don’t blamehim, will you?”

Otabekwas last, surprising the older man with a hug. “I’ll take care ofhim,” he promised Yuuri, slowly untangling himself from theembrace.

Yuurinodded his thanks, watching as the car and motorbike sped into thedistance until they were no longer dots dancing towards the horizon.

** *

Victor’stouch still glided on his skin after the shower.

Hisnimble fingers had brushed his shoulders and massaged his stiff neckthrough the water when he had least expected them, droplets tricklinginto his scalp and down his spine as heat constricted Yuuri’s hipsand lungs. Yuuri nearly gasped at the recollection of the moment, thesudden onslaught of warmth that had caused him to cut the watersupply. He had felt so numb, boneless from the soothing effects ofhis shower that he had lost himself in time, long enough for Victorto slip inside the bathroom and invade his space.

Itmade his skin scrawl, thinking about it. He yanked the rosary moreharshly than intended as the beads clicked together, the clink ofplastic hitting plastic resounding amid silence. The threadseparating the bead was getting thinner by the years and beginning tofray.

Victorhad had it for as long as Yuuri could remember, and it was one thelast mementos that were left of his husband. Other than his immensefortune, Victor Nikiforov had had very little to leave anyone, simplystating in his will that all his belongings were the property of hisdirect family – being Yuuri, their adopted son Yuri and his fatherNikolai.

Whatan irony, Yuuri thought, that he should have preached the living andI the dead. Victor had always been the most religious out of the twoof them, and the most sceptical at that. And yet he had openlyaccepted and loved Yuuri, in spite of how incompatible they mighthave been with each other. They had developed this kind ofcodependent relationship that had made it impossible for Yuuri tosimply ignore his husband’s blind devotion to God, and his owndoubts on the existence of good and evil.

Odd,Yuuri had thought dimly when the tapping on the mirror had started,around the same time he had told himself he was just being paranoid.He had thought the same thing the first time he had heard Victorsaying his prayers, not recognizing the St Petersburg dialect he hadgrown so accustomed to. Victor preferred to recite the Pater Nosterin Polish, one of the few habits he had inherited from his Polishfather.

Hestill heard him recite his prayers, in his head, whenever theknocking coming from the vanity began and Yuuri grabbed the beadsinstinctively. On days like these the sound of them echoing insidehis mind made him mad. Not in a fervent, anti-religious andrepressive way, but it did infuriate him. Every single tap instilledin him the need to choke out the voice with his husband’s rosary,drape its beaded length around its neck and feel it pierce the skin,pulsate under the throes of its last breaths, shove it in its mouthand watch each bead trickle individually down the oesophagus, slotthe silver crucifix into a vein and simply twist, blood gushing outof the wound and spraying blood all over his face. Everything,anything just to keep it from talking.

Thetapping stops, its final hit reverberant as a piece of chalk fallingdrily onto a wooden surface.

Yuuriholds the rosary tighter to his chest as the beads dig into hispalms. Vicchan’s barks stop, the dog obediently sitting before theopen door.

“Vitya?”Yuuri calls out after a moment of hesitation, breath hitching.

Thedoor locks behind him.

[little-lady-mimi]

What are your favorite Otome games? Who are your favorite Otome bachelors?

Heyya it’s been a long time~ Your username is as impactful as I know! ^^ On my top of the head -

SLBP - Saizo, Ieyasu & KeijiIkemen Sengoku - KenshinIkemen Vampire - Arthur & VincentMFW - SaekiIn Your Arms Tonight - KoichiHakuoki - Soji AkitaAmnesia - IkkiBMP - RobertoCode Realize - Count of St. GermaineDandelion - JieunNameless - YuriMystic Messenger - Jumin Han

Bachelors categories -

Troubles/Dark - Saizo, Ieyasu, Kenshin, Koichi, Soji Akita, Count of St. Germaine

Funny/Fun to be Together - Keiji & Roberto

Possessive/Yandere - Kenshin & Jumin Han

Taming the smooth - Saeki/Arthur/Ikki

Loving the mature angel/possible devil behind an angel - Vincent & Jieun

After making an analysis, these are possible troupe of fictional men I always fall hard lol xD 

Despite I love yandere...I’m so turn off by Toma Amnesia...maybe coz he makes MC dysfunctional as well (put sleeping pills in her food, an obvious cage etc.) Kenshin & Jumin (also Reishou from Ookami no heika Hanayome), despite putting her in “cages” (prison, house etc), they are making sure she’s functional and eaten well etc etc. Kenshin’s prison is luxurious okay? xD Well, everyone opinion are up to themselves, you might not as turn on and off as me~

Thanks for the ask and sorry for the casual answer~

[xmadamrosex]

#21 Seung-gil / Yuri. Have fun! :D

Find it on A03: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12919890/chapters/29540589

Title: Revenge

Prompt: 21.Kiss on a Dare

Summary: SeungGil is up to his old tricks again. He’s bored and drunk. Who will be his targetthis time.

Note: SinceI happen to get Seung Gil again and the same Prompt, I decided to give you asecond chapter for this story. Enjoy!

Note: NoBeta! These will be fast and dirty!

Yuri didn’tunderstand why or how he had managed to get her. Tonight, was supposed to behim and Otabek’s night. He’d flown all the way to fucking Korea to see himcompete. He’d managed to take Silver at the Four Continents and Seung Gil hadmanaged to kick JJ off the podium all together. Said Korean was currently twobottles in on something call Soju. It was entirely too sweet and didn’t hold acandle to his Vodka and Cran with soda. Otabek was actually laughing at Seung Gil and the two ofthem had taken more shots than he’d ever seen Otabek drink. “So? Since whenhave you two been friends?!” Yuri could feel his temper rising and he was notnear drunk enough for this. He sipped on his drink again.

Otabeksmiled and leaned over to him. His lips were rough from the cool air outsideand he tasted like the sweet stuff in his glass with a mix of Whiskey. It wasnot a pleasant taste to say the least. “Yura. Lee and I have known eachother…uh” He looked to Seung Gil and squinted. “Canada? 4 years ago?”

Seung Gilactually giggled and tipped his glass back, then refilled it. Finishing off thethird bottle of Soju. “Yea Yea. I did a summer training in Toronto with him andJeany.”

Yuri spitout part of his drink. “Jeany?” He burst into a deep laugh. “Oh man… please saythat on camera.” He pulled his phone out and brought up the video app. Turningit on the 3 of them. “Okay Seung Gil say Hi to your little friend.” He smileddarkly. He decided that he might be a little drunk, just not a plastered asthese two.

“Hi!Jeany!!! Why aren’t you here! Too busy being all married and boring now!” Heleaned over and kissed Yuri and then Otabek on the cheeks. “Leaves more fun forme! Bye Bye buttercup!”

Yuri endedthe recording and bounced in his seat. Okay maybe this night wasn’t a lost. Hequickly pulled up Instagram and posted the video and tagged JJ. This would begood. Take the cocky bastard down a peg. Maybe he’d finally stop reminding himhe was the one that got Otabek first, that his virginity belonged to theknuckle head. “Seung Gil. I think we can keep you around. You seem my kind ofcrazy.” He poured a line shots from the Whiskey in front of Otabek and handedthem out. “To Gold Medalist. Yuuri Katsuki may he get stung by a Jelly Fish onhis Honey Moon!” The other two laughed and threw the shots back with him.

Otabekthrew his arm back around him and nuzzled his neck. “Rest room. I’ll be back.Have fun.” He climbed over Seung Gil who reach out and hit his ass on the wayby. “Hey! Find your own ass to fondle!”

“Okay!” Hetook another long drink and grinned at Yuri. “I dare you to find me the hottestperson here to kiss.”

Yuri raisedan eye brow up at him. “Excuse me?” He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.Seung Gil hardly spoke at competitions and didn’t so much as look at any girlsor guys for that matter.

“I’m boardand need to make out with someone.” He leaned forward. “Unless you are offeringup Otabek. It’s been a while since I had my way with him.” He wiggled his eyebrows in what Yuri was sure he through was sly.

Yuri glaredat him. “I knew you two had done something.” He picked up the Whiskey bottleand took a swig directly from it. He really wasn’t drunk enough for this. Hehad learned in the last few months the depths of Otabek’s sexual prowess from anumber of Yuri’s Angels who felt they were doing him a favor. He took anotherswig. The worst part was the Angels had only dug up the club people and a fewfans, they had no idea about the fellow skaters. He took another long swig.

Seung Gilltook the bottle from him. “You are the size of a bird. Slow down. I’m notholding your hair back while you throw up.” He took a swig off the bottle andset it down. “Otabek didn’t tell you?”

Yurigrumbled into his drink and shook his head. “No. I knew about JJ and apparentlysomething with Victor once and then there was Mila…” Yuri glared at his drink,that had been a bitter pill to swallow. He sucked the remainder of his drinkdown. “Now you.” Yuri looked up and smiled. He had the perfect idea. If Otabekcould be wild so could he, why not. Yes this was a wonderful idea!

Seung Gillooked at him. “That’s a scary look. You look like you’re gonna at-“ He let outa slight squeak as he was tackled in the booth by Yuri. His mouth slamming ontohim and forcing his way into the giggling Korean’s mouth.

Yuri rolledhis hips as he lifted his mouth off finally and grinned. “You dared me to findyou the hottest person to kiss.” He pecked Seung Gil’s swollen lips again. “Canyou see someone hotter than me here?” He rolled his hips again and raised aneye brow.

Seung Gilmoaned and rolled his own hips up. “Well I am on my back in a booth in a VIPsection so… I’m going with no.” He pulled Yuri back to him and threaded hishands into Yuri’s hair. “But even before my current view, no you out rank themall.” He pulled Yuri flush with him. His lips weren’t like Otabek’s, his lipswere soft, and he tasted more like the sweet liquor that was quickly growing onYuri.

Yuri liftedhis chest and ran his hands between them and drug his hands down the buttons onSeung Gil’s shirt as he popped all the buttons in one quick pull. His handsdarting in the moment he felt the buttons spring off the back of the booth. A deepmoan ripped from him when Seung Gil thrust his hips up harshly.

“Well now.”Yuri snapped his head away and looked up at his boyfriend. He expected a frown,but what he got was a growl and smile from him. “You two seem to have gotfriendly.” He drifted his eyes to the man under him. “I take it you got bored?”

Seung Gilsmiled darkly. “I want to go back to the hotel. I want to play with him. PleaseBeka?” He looked up at Yuri and hit him with a heated smile. “Would you likethat?” He rolled his hips and pulled on Yuri’s hair as his mouth attached tohis throat.

Yuri moanedand locked eyes with Otabek. “Yea. Fuck yes.”

Note: I didn’t expect to write a second chapter but SOMEONE posted a prompt for him and Yuri and it was kinda too good to pass up. Do we want to see the hotel night for these two? Might need to be another prompt… Since this is a prompt series. 

[avani-hub]

God Save The Prom Queen. (Otayuri Mafia Au)

⚠⚠⚠ Warning! This story is gonna have some adult like moments and language, so if you’re uncomfortable with that then I don’t suggest you come here! ⚠⚠⚠

Prom Queen, they called the youngest son of the most dangerous Mafia man in the world, Prom Queen.

Otabek couldn’t imagine being so bold.

But he could see it as he looked over at the boy, biting his lip. He had the perfect. body, all long and lean, pale white skin and his hair was bleached blonde.

He also dressed like one, the boy seemed to flip one elegant finger at gender roles and binaries and wore whatever he liked, which tonight was a black shorts and a black lace top he’d stolen from Mila, topped off with pink lipgloss and dark pink eyeshadow.

“I’d stop staring Atlin, Yakov is very protective of his youngest boy, even if he does let him go out and get high as fuck at three in the morning at the club.”

Otabek jumped as he turned around to see Phichit Chaulount standing behind him, sipping on a glass of something bright purple while his date watched over him protectively and slightly possessively.

“I-I wasn’t staring at him, I was just looking at a girl…” Otabek mumbled into his drink as the Thai pimp walked closer, laughing as he hugged Otabek.

“Oh Otabear, you were staring at that boy like Ciao-Ciao stares at me, like you were starving.” Phichit teased him as Otabek’s cheeks burned in shame.

“No need to be ashamed Otabear! It’s good to see you taking interest in someone, I was close to setting you up with one of my boys.” Otabek choked on his whiskey and Coke.

Phichit truly had no shame, offering up one of his prized sugar babies, a contract with one could cost you somewhere around a million dollars. “Uh-uh, thank you Phichit but I wouldn’t have accepted, not my kind of thing.” Otabek stuttered, eyes snapping back over to Yurio as he stood up.

“I have to go.” He cut Phichit off as he started to follow the boy, he was off for cigarette from what Otabek could see he pulled a pack of menthols out of his Chanel purse and fumbled with his lighter out on an open balcony. Perfect chance for Otabek to step in.

“Need a light?” Yurio jumped a little as he stepped forward and offered his lighter. “Yeah, thanks.” Yurio took his lighter and lit his cigarette, handing it back.

“No problem, I’m Otabek, and you?” Otabek lit his own cigarette and leaned back on the railing. Even out here he could feel the heat and energy of the club. “Yuri Plisteky.” Yuri answered back sighing as he tilted his head back, exposing a pale neck interrupted only by a void black choker with a silver ring with two silver chains that disappeared into his shirt.

“I like your choker, what’s it connected to?” Yuri smirked and leaned forward conspiratorially, Otabek felt himself still.

Chanel No.5, Dove soap, raw vodka and cigarette was Yuri’s smell and it envoloped Otabek as the boy whispered in his ear: “They’re connected to my nipple piercings.” There was a rush of warmth to Otabek’s groin and he had to suppress a groan.

“And your father let you leave the house like that?” Yuri scoffed. “My old as fuck father was about six inches deep in a Russian Victoria’s Secret model, and besides it’s my birthday.”

“Oh?” Otabek felt his heart rate speed up a little, because really he wanted the boy to be legal, then woo him with his muscles and motorcycle before whisking him off to his hotel room to bang him through the weekend. “And how old is the birthday boy turning today?”

“18.” Otabek groaned then when the beat dropped on a song that could cover it. So this beautiful little fairy was legal? Otabek was going to have a stroke and love it.

“At least papa isn’t stupid, he filled my purse with everything a birthday boy could need.” He showed Otabek the contents of his purse, sniggering.

Inside was lube, about 20 condoms, the plan B pill, a bottle of Vicodin, a wad of cash and his phone along with another phone. Well beyond stocked for a one night birthday stand.

“But papa expects me to use this on a girl, but…” Otabek actually said ‘eep’ as one slender hand reached across the space between them and toyed with his zipper.

“You’ve been eyeing me all night Atlin, I’ve seen you, got everything I ever needed to know about you twenty minutes ago and I know that under all leather and linen you’re ripped and fuckin hung.”

Otabek groaned out loud then, as he unzipped his pants and a pale, slim hand darted in to toy with him through his boxers.

“Take me to your hotel room Atlin, and then fuck me until the sun comes up and don’t stop until we both pass out” Yuri whispered in his ear, Otabek blushing hard as he was groped by Yuri. For a virgin he was talented with those slim fingers.

“Listen here you little hellcat.” Otabek growled at him, wrenching Yuri’s hand out his pants and spinning around, pinning him to the wall, Yuri groaning. “I ought to take you to the back alley and teach you some damn manners, but.”

Otabek tugged on those blonde locks making Yuri groan and whine. “I’ll take you to my hotel and really show you what respect and manners mean you little brat.”

Phichit was wide eyed as Otabek dragged Yuri through the club, tugging lovingly on his chains, quickly turning Yuri in a moaning mess.

“He works quick…” Celestiano yelled over the music, Phichit nodding in agreement.

Victor wasn’t going to like it one bit that he’d let his baby brother go off with total stranger but he knew the two of needed a night of mindless passionate sex. “Enjoy yourself you horndog!” Phichit yelled to Otabek who flipped him off before he disappeared out the door with Yuri.

He smirked into his drink and raised it up. “God Save The Prom Queen!”

××××

Otabek didn’t know how he even made it to his hotel room, it was a blur of strawberry flavored kisses and purple neon lights.

'God this boy is gorgeous.’ Otabek thought with a happy groan as he effortlessly ripped his shirt off, loving how Yuri mewled in surprise and squirmed.

But what really made him come undone was when Yuri wrapped legs that seemingly went on for miles around his waist and moaned: “Fuck me please sir!” His head was thrown back, skin flushed cotton candy pink and his emerald eyes wide in lust and Otabek was hooked.

He went at Yuri for hours, the sheets soon becoming mess from orgasm after orgasm, lube, sweat and by four am overwhelmed tears.

Only when Otabek could feel the scratch marks burning on his back and those handprints on Yuri’s pale hips were staying there for a while, he rolled over and laid on his back panting hard, Yuri doing the same.

“For a first time.” Yuri huffed, wiping his hair back from his eyes. “That was fucking amazing.” Otabek nodded, so worn out he couldn’t speak, still ingraining those faces Yuri had been making in his mind.

“These sheets are fucking disgusting but.” Yuri faceplanted into Otabek’s chest and snuggled in sighing. “I want to nap here Atlin, don’t leave until I fall asleep please? I’ll feel less like a prostitute.”

Otabek nodding and wrapped his arm around Yuri’s slim waist and drifted off.

×××××

When Otabek woke up the next day, Yuri was gone but scribbled in pretty pink lipstick on his mirror was Yuri’s phone number with a message which read:

“Had a great time last night Atlin, call me sometime when you get bored and your dick too hard that even jacking off doesn’t help call me~”

Otabek groaned and shook his head as he picked up his phone and dialed in the number.

“Hey Yura, it’s me Otabek…wanna go out for dinner sometime?” He smiled as he stared out towards the water.

God Save The Prom Queen and now, save his king.

//Blame @kawaiilo-ren for this

[paxwritesyoi]

Firestarter: Ascent From Hell Preview

I said I would never write angst for YOI.  Yeah, I lied.  I’m kinda filled with it right now and it’s a little therapeutic to write my toxic feelings in a fic.  I told you guys I was thinking about a firefighter/paramedic AU with Otayuri.  It’s going to be a lot darker than I originally planned, but I’m ok with that.  I’ve been dabbling with this since yesterday and want to share a sneak peek with you.  

 He could see the crunched metal wrapped around the trunk of the tree like it was yesterday, the smell of gasoline and smoke filling the night air.  The accident had occurred on a road that wasn’t frequented often but was notorious for a plethora of wrecks.  When he pulled up to the scene, he shook his head sadly.

“Damn, this is bad,” Yuri muttered to himself as he put the car in park.

Climbing out of the vehicle, Yuri spun around when he saw a pair of headlights approach.  He lifted a hand in greeting as his partner he’d been paired with recently parked behind his small sedan.  When he heard the man belch and stumble out of his truck, Yuri closed his eyes and sighed.  Mason was known for indulging in alcohol often, not caring whether he was on call or not.  Yuri had brought up his concern with his commander when assignments were announced, but the man brushed him off, telling him Mason knew his limits.

“Hey Yuri,” Mason said, hiccupping when he reached him.  

“You up for this, man?” Yuri asked, stepping back when he smell of alcohol hit him.

“Yeah.  Let’s see what we got.”

The remainder of the night seemed like a blur, but he remembered every detail: the cries in the back seat, the woman slumped over the steering wheel.  Yuri could feel the anger rising in him when he couldn’t get the door open despite the help of the passenger.  He looked up and glared at Mason, watching him fumble through a metal box in the back of his truck for a crowbar.  He wanted to roar at his incompetent partner, but he had to stay calm for the occupants of the vehicle.  The high-pitched whine of sirens could be heard in the distance, growing louder each passing second.

“Mason!” Yuri yelled, “Crowbar.  Now!”

“Gimme a minute.”

“Might want to make that less than a second!” he shouted, looking to the back of the car and seeing the flicker of a flame, “Now!”

Time seemed to creep by in slow motion as the fire jumped along the car.  Yuri’s body filled with adrenaline and he yanked at the door with every ounce of strength he had.  He didn’t hear the fire engine grind to a halt behind him, didn’t acknowledge the shouts of the firefighters rushing from the truck.  He pulled at the door frantically while screaming at his partner.  When Yuri felt hands on his arms, he looked up at the window and into a pair of resigned eyes. His breath caught when he saw the passenger nod and Yuri felt himself being dragged away from the vehicle.  His head darted from side to side and he glared at his colleagues pulling him back, protesting there was still time.  Turning his attention back to the window, all Yuri could do was stare.  The dancing flames had transformed into a blaze and the smell of gasoline was overpowering.  He could only watch in horror as the car was engulfed in fire, the sounds of anguished screaming only halting when a loud explosion pierced the night and light flashed in the dark sky.  Strong hands held him up so the concussive wave wouldn’t knock him over, but Yuri fell to his knees.  He was numb, he was heartbroken.  Yuri was no stranger to death in his profession, but this one was preventable.

“I could have…” he whined before falling on the asphalt and bursting into tears.

                                                             ***

Yuri jerked upright in bed.  The nightmare of events many months ago still plagued him despite intensive therapy and relocating.  He held out a hand and tried to still the violent tremors racking his body.  That night had changed his life forever, had changed who he was.  Gone was the jovial prankster, replaced by a cold husk of a man that expected full accountability by all.

“Please,” Yuri whispered into the dark, grabbing a bottle of pills from his nightstand and taking two, “Leave me be.  Rest.  It’s not my fault.  I tried. Blame the fucking firefighters.”

                                                            ***

If you want to send your heart to me now, my email address is on my AO3 profile.  Depending on how today plays out and if I keep the motivation/strength, I might have this up tonight.                                                                                     

[dadvans]

Ok I've wanted to write a '10 Things I Hate About You' au for a while now but have no idea how to possibly do it justice. So I'm coming to you, Dad, to see if you can possibly construct this au better than I can

okay, so the thing about this is that yurio is clearly bianca, right?? right.  so what if once upon a time at padua high school in seattle (FALSE: it’s tacoma, i live less than a mile away from the school in the movie, SUCK IT), yuri plisetsky is raised in a loving but weird family who decided to name both of their sons ‘yuri,’ and the only way that they differentiate the two is by calling the older ‘yuuri’ and the younger ‘yurio,’ and in yurio’s world everything is terrible forever because he is: 1. the second yuri 2. not allowed to date until the first yuuri dates. and the first yuuri is a DWEEB.

otabek gordon levitt altin is the New Kid who instantly falls in love with yurio, but is told that yurio isn’t allowed to date until yuuri does, and yuuri likes things like eating froyo in bed alone.  yuuri’s dislikes include: parties and having fun of any kind.  it seems like an impossible task.  

no one will date yuuri katsuki.  not even if otabek tries to pay them to date yuuri katsuki. 

“didn’t you hear about what happened at J.J.’s party sophomore year?” they ask, looking at otabek like he’s taking crazy pills.

“i’m new,” otabek says, which they dismiss. everyone heard about what happened at J.J.’s party sophomore year.

“well you heard about what happened last year at the prom,” they say.

“again,” otabek says, “i’m new.”

(later he says, “what the fuck did your brother do at the prom? or J.J.’s party sophomore year?” and yurio rolls his eyes and says, “fuck if i know, he probably cried and made an ass of himself like always,” because yurio spends more time trying to distance himself from the idea of who his brother is than actually getting to know him.  “now explain proofs to me again, i’m going blind looking at this.”)

the only person who will date yuuri katsuki (for a price) is school playboy victor nikiforov--

(TBC, my sleeping meds are kicking in, but i wanted to post something for you lovely babies before i went to bed tonight.  thank you for the prompt!!)

[elvendara]

Dr. Yoosung Kim Ch 7

Yooran Fanfic List

Yoosung opened the door and smiled like an idiot when he saw Saeran standing there. He’d invited him over for dinner. Saeran held a bouquet of flowers and awkwardly held them out towards him.

“These are for you, MC said I should bring you something, I don’t drink so, I couldn’t bring wine, um, it’s silly, isn’t it?” Saeran pulled back the bouquet, his face crestfallen.

“No! I love them!” he reached out and yanked them out of Saeran’s hands, turning to find something to put them in. Saeran walked in and closed the door. “You can hang your coat up behind the door.” Yoosung sent over his shoulder. Saeran turned and saw the hooks. Yoosung’s lab coat was on one and a blue, well used hoodie on another. He took his leather jacket off and hung it over the third hook.

“It smells amazing.” Saeran was nervous, he’d never been to Yoosung’s apartment, it was large. Not as big as Saeyoung’s house, but, that was to be expected. He liked the openness of it.

“I hope it tastes as good.” Yoosung shot back, he’d found a vase his sister had given him and had placed the flowers in it, filling it with water. He placed it in the center of the round kitchen table. “Perfect! I should thank MC when I finally meet her.” Yoosung pointedly stated. He’d been pressing Saeran to introduce him to his family, but, Saeran had not been very receptive.

“Uh, yeah.” Was Saeran’s noncommittal answer.

Yoosung sighed, he gave Saeran a quick peck on the lips, “Thank you.” He sighed, Saeran blushed, stroking Yoosung’s arm. “Why don’t you make yourself at home, I’m just finishing up.”

Saeran nodded and reluctantly let Yoosung go. He knew he was being stubborn, but, he wanted to tell Yoosung everything about himself before he introduced him to Saeyoung and MC. He didn’t want to worry about something slipping out that Yoosung was unaware of. He was extremely nervous. He had decided tonight he would tell Yoosung about his anxiety and his medical and mental issues. He had a right to know. A right to have all the facts before choosing to either stay with Saeran, or walk away. He was terrified that Yoosung would choose the latter, but he hoped he wouldn’t. He couldn’t imagine his life without Yoosung now. He took a deep breath and scanned the large room.

The sofa and love seat were roomy and well used. There was a floor to ceiling bookshelf next to the mid-sized television. Saeran scanned the title covers of the books, most of them were vet related, but several were of what he assumed was some sort of video game. LOLOL, he pulled one out, it was comprised of vibrant artwork of incredible races and environments, dragons and monsters. He chuckled and placed the book back. Yoosung really was a nerd. He vaguely recalled that Saeyoung had talked about this particular game.

There was a thin line of dust on everything, Yoosung must not use his TV very often. He moved over to a buffet table under a myriad of photos, in the center was what appeared to be Yoosung’s graduation photo. His smile was from ear to ear. There was a shorter woman on his left, arm in arm, that must be his mother. On his right was a man, also shorter than Yoosung, that must be his father, Saeran could see the resemblance. A young woman was behind and between Yoosung and his mother, arms around them both. He cocked his head, was that a sister? He hoped so.

“Ah, yeah, when I moved in my mom made my dad put those up.” Yoosung explained from the kitchen. “That’s my family, my mom and dad, older sister too.” Saeran let out a sigh of relief. He shook his head, he was being silly. Yoosung was with him, he wanted to be with him. He lowered his eyes to the frames on the table picking one up. It was a much younger Yoosung, with dark hair, his purple eyes popped against the darker hair.

“Why do you color your hair?” he asked, liking the way Yoosung looked in his natural color.

“Oh, well, when I graduated from high school a lot of things happened, and, I guess I wanted a change. Plus, I thought girls would like me more if I had blonde hair.” He laughed.

“Did they?” Saeran called over his shoulder.

“Sadly, no. But, then again, I guess I’m glad now.” Saeran half turned to look at the blonde. Even though he could only see his profile, he could see that Yoosung was blushing. He decided not to comment. Saeran was glad too.

“Will you ever let it grow out? It looks good on you. Not that I hate the blonde.” he quantified.

“Maybe. Probably, it’s just so much work for no real reason.”

Saeran set the frame down and picked up another. Yoosung was in the center, but he looked sad, behind him was a tall dark-haired man with a stern look, he wondered who he was.

“Any more trouble with the spray painter?” Saeran asked, knowing full well that Saeyoung and he had taken care of that indefinitely. He grinned remembering Bethany’s reaction to the videos.

“No, none.” He giggled, “In fact, my clients have all been incredibly kind, telling me how supportive they are. One woman, who I think is at least 90 years old, told me all about her lesbian experiences when she was young and that if dick is what I wanted, then dick is what I should get!” Yoosung laughed.

“Seriously?” Saeran turned to him, laughing as well.

“I kid you not! I tried to cut her off several times, but she wasn’t having it.”

“Well? Is dick what you want?” Saeran teased.

“Maybe.” Yoosung said after several seconds of silence.

Saeran was about to respond when his eyes fell on another photo frame. He reached out to it and gently grasped it in a trembling hand. Yoosung stood next to a blonde-haired woman. They both were in the middle of laughter, Yoosung’s arm around her shoulder. She was much younger, but, he knew that face, he knew those eyes, he knew them very well. He dropped the frame as if it had burned him. He turned to Yoosung who had stepped towards him when he’d dropped the photo.

“What is it?” Yoosung asked, concern seemingly in his eyes.

“Who are you?” Saeran shrieked at him. Yoosung was taken aback at the venom that now dripped from Saeran’s words. “Who are you!” he screamed again. “Why did she send you? What does she want from me? Leave me alone!” he backed away from Yoosung and hit the back of the loveseat. He twirled and slipped on the wood floor, falling to his knees, holding himself up with a hand on the loveseat. Yoosung tried to grab his arm to help him up. Saeran went feral. He slapped Yoosung away, falling on his ass and scooting away. “Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me!”

Yoosung pulled back, tears springing into his eyes. He was so confused. What did he do? What had he done? What should he do now? “Saeran! I…what…”

There were tears streaming down Saeran’s cheeks, his eyes were wide and terrified, he was screaming incoherently. He scrambled onto his hands and knees and made it to the door, he flung it open and dived through it. Yoosung followed slowly, Saeran had made it to the end of the hall but had collapses next to the elevator, scrunching himself against the corner. He had dropped his phone and was pulling on his hair, periodically slamming his head against the wall and still screaming. Yoosung approached him gingerly, he reached out to the phone and noticed that he had tried to call his brother. He hit the call button and it began to ring on the other end. Yoosung was trying to hold it together, but he was losing it too. He tried to comfort Saeran but he kicked out at him and screeched once more. The neighbors began to open their doors to see what the commotion was.

“Shut him the hell up or I will.” One of them said roughly.

“Hey bro! Did you tank the date already?” a voice answered the phone and laughed good naturedly.

“Um…” Yoosung muttered.

“Who is this? Where’s Saeran?”

“Stay away from me! Don’t touch me! What do you want? Why? Why? Fucking tell me!!!! Ahhhhhh….!!!!!!”

“What happened?” Saeyoung yelled.

“I…I don’t’ know…he…just…I don’t know what to do, he won’t let me touch him.”

“He has pills on him, try to get him to take one. I’m on my way, just, keep him calm.” Yoosung heard a myriad of noises from the phone, he knew that Saeyoung was probably running out.

“He, he won’t let me near him, and, um, the address is…”

“I know the address Yoosung, just, ugh, ok, sing, can you sing? It calms him sometimes.” Saeyoung sounded frantic. “I have to hang up, just do your best, I’ll be there in less than five minutes!” he didn’t wait for an answer.

Yoosung lowered the phone, sing? His mind scrambled for a song, any song….

“Can you hearrrrrr, my heart beat?” he began tentatively, his voice cracking.

“Tired of feeling, never enough.” His voice picked up strength and he did indeed notice a slight difference in Saeran’s body.

“I, close my eyes, tell myself that my dreams will come true!” he sang louder, feeling ridiculous, but wanting to help Saeran. Suddenly there was the strumming of a guitar behind him, he snapped his head around, one of his neighbors was walking slowly towards them, a guitar strapped around her. She played softly and nodded her head for him to continue. He gave her a grateful glance and turned back to Saeran.

“There’ll be no more darkness when you believe in, yourself you are unstoppable, where your destiny lies, dancing on the blades you set my, heart, on, fire!” Saeran’s incoherent screeching stopped, his breathing was still harsh and he still pulled on his hair painfully, but he no longer slammed his head against the wall.

“Don’t stop us now, the moment of truth, we were, born to make history, we’ll make it happen, we’ll turn it around, yes, we were, born to make history.” He kept singing, the only song he could fully remember, thank you Yuri On Ice for such a memorable intro.

Before long the elevator opened and a man who looked just like Saeran, except for the different colored eyes and glasses, stepped out. His eyes widened when he saw Saeran in the corner.

“Saeran!” Saeyoung knelt next to him, grasping his wrists and pulling his hands out of his hair.

Saeran looked at him in despair, his eyes wide and frightened.

“Where’s his jacket?” he asked Yoosung.

“It…it’s in my apartment.” Yoosung pointed towards his still open door. The neighbors were still standing in the hallway, but Saeyoung ignored them.

“I’ll be right back ok? I’m just going to get your pills. Will you be ok?” Saeran nodded miserably, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around his legs, forehead against his knees. He was still sobbing, but quietly now.

Saeyoung stood and grabbed Yoosung, dragging him back to the apartment. Yoosung went willingly, he felt useless, confused, and exhausted. They entered the apartment and Saeyoung let him go, he scanned the room, looking for Saeran’s jacket. His eyes zeroed in on the scattered photo frames on the buffet table against the wall. He stepped towards it.

“What happened?” he asked Yoosung.

“I…I don’t know!” Yoosung wailed, feeling his own anxiety rising. “Everything was going fine, I…I was almost done with dinner, he, he was looking at my photos and then, ahh…” he chest burned as he recalled the look on Saeran’s face, a look he’d never given Yoosung before. He never wanted to see it again. He hugged himself, his breath hitching, he could barely breathe.

“Don’t fall apart on me too, I need you!” Saeyoung walked back to Yoosung, a man he had not even met yet and snapped his fingers in front of his face. He couldn’t afford for Dr. Kim to crumble as well.

Yoosung took a deep breath and stood up straight, Saeran needed him.

“Good, now, this is what he was looking at?” Saeyoung motioned to the pictures and Yoosung nodded. “What are they?” “Me, my family, that’s all.” Yoosung whispered. Saeyoung picked up the one frame that was face down, his heart thumped through his chest and his eyes blazed at the image. How? He turned back to Yoosung, holding the frame up, ‘Who is this?” he demanded. Yoosung was taken aback by the vehemence in his tone and the fire in his eyes.

“Mmm…me…and…mmm…my cousin…Rika…that’s all.”

“Your cousin?” he asked.

“Ye..yes…but…she…she died years ago!” Saeyoung’s head snapped up, his eyes throwing daggers into his.

“What?” he flung the frame down and it shattered on the hard wood floor. The sound broke through Saeyoung’s fuzziness. “I…I’m sorry Yoosung, The…the jacket, where is it?” he asked.

“Behind the door.” Yoosung was more confused, why had both brothers reacted so violently to a picture of him and his dead cousin. “I, what, did you know her?” he asked. Saeyoung flicked his gaze at Yoosung then walked past him to gather Saeran’s jacket.

“Saeran should explain, I’m sorry, really I am, thank you for taking care of him.”

He was about to walk out when Saeran burst in, he grabbed Yoosung’s shirt in his fists and shoved him backwards over the sofa. Yoosung grasped his wrists and tried to stay on his feet. Saeran’s eyes were crazed and unfocused.

“Tell me! Tell me what she wants! Why can’t she leave me alone?! Why did she send you?! Why?! Why would you lie to me?! How could you…how…I…I…” he pushed him away and yanked on his hair again, snot fell from his nose, spit dribbled from his mouth, his eyes were big, round, and red, still leaking tears. “Why would you help her?” He moaned.

“Saeran, don’t, he, he doesn’t know!” Saeyoung tried to calm his brother, but Saeran screamed in his face.

“How could he not?! He, he used me!” he turned to Yoosung once more and yanked off his shirt. “Look at it! All of it!” he turned in front of Yoosung and Yoosung gasped. Saeran’s body was riddled with scars, most appeared to be cuts, but a few seemed like bullet wounds. His hands went to his mouth, what agony had Saeran been through?

“This is what she did to me! Is that what you want? Do you want to hurt me too?” he screamed at Yoosung, spit flying from his mouth. Yoosung could only shake his head negatively.  

“Saeran…I...” he reached out to the man who only flinched away, as if he thought Yoosung was going to hit him. Saeyoung stepped between them. He grabbed his hand and slapped a pill into it.

“Take it! Now!” Saeran quieted enough to stare at his brother, he glanced at the pill and tossed it into his mouth. Saeyoung helped him put his shirt back on. He began to lead Saeran out.

“I…I’ll call you later.” Saeyoung called over his shoulder. He walked out with Saeran and left Yoosung stuttering and shaking in his apartment. He hiccupped and slid onto the floor. He stared at the shattered picture frame and Rika’s smiling face.

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