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Fanfictions and headcanons about the MLQC boys. Requests are open ♡ Gavin/Victor/Lucien/Kiro (But mostly Gavin 😉)

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MASTERLIST

Gavin (Bai qi / Haku) 🍃:

The smell of ocean water

An endless day

Victor (Li Zeyan / Zen) 🕰:

Don’t die on me - Please ( Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 )

Kiro (Zhou Qiluo / Kira) ⭐️:

Lucien (Xu Mo / Simon) 🦋:

At least we’re under the same sky

HEADCANONS:

The 4 MLQC boys playing Among Us

The MLQC guys as dads

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Mlqc guys as dads

I'm sorry this took so long. Literally, every time I wanted to start writing I felt like I was running out of inspiration, but today I had a surprisingly productive day. This is the final product, I hope you like it!

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MLQG guys as dads

Gavin

He is the father of both a boy and a girl. Twins, more specifically.

The day they were born, he was on a mission outside the city. When he heard from Elli that his wife was about to give birth, he dropped everything he was doing in order to get to you as soon as possible. Gavin has never flown so fast in his entire life. (Poor Elli had to make up an excuse and endure the commander's wrath when he announced Gavin's departure.)

He still remembers your face tormented by pain and drained of power. It was a confusing contrast between the pain he had looking at you and the immense joy he felt holding your children in his arms.

It was the first time in your life that you saw Gavin crying, eyes bloodshot, hurried and irregular breaths. He buried his face in your shoulder trying in vain to calm his sobs.

From that moment on, he gave up field missions, preferring to limit himself to paperwork.

Together you decided to name the boy Bennett (meaning "blessed") and the girl Amara (meaning "beloved").

To calm them down when they cry, Gavin takes them for walks over the city, flying with them in his arms, humming songs he has learned from you.

Although he loves both children equally, Gavin is much more protective of Amara. This may also be because Amara resembles you in a variety of aspects. Although she has amber eyes, just like his own, the innocent and warm look in her eyes is inherited from you. She is stubborn and ambitious, but she still likes to lend a helping hand to others in need.

With Ben, on the other hand, he is much closer. It was Ben the one with whom Gavin always went to the gym or to buy motorcycle parts. (Gavin also always taught Ben to take care of his sister and protect her)

Sometimes, late at night, when Ben and Amara can't sleep, the sound of Gavin's guitar resounds throughout the house, bringing a comfortable feeling of warmth and love.

While the kids are at school, Gavin enjoys the short, quiet time you two have by cuddling on the couch, or simply taking short naps, limbs tangled together, his body curled protectively against yours.

You go on many family trips, whenever you have the opportunity.

When the children grow up, Gavin takes them on long motorcycle rides to help them calm down and clear their heads.

Both Ben and Amara have EVOLs. While Ben can control the fire, Amara can make the flowers bloom, the grass grow and nature rise. You and Gavin found out about Amara's and Ben`s EVOLs on one of the trips, when you saw a little bunny looking for food in a late autumn. While Amara tried to make the grass grow so that the rabbit could eat, Ben tried to make a small campfire so as not to stay in the cold. You spent the rest of the day laughing around the fire and feeding the bunnies that kept appearing.

Gavin's favorite activity is to stay in bed with you, Amara and Ben, whithin his reach, where he knows you're safe, and watch a movie or sleep.

Victor

Victor was with you throughout the whole pregnancy, making sure that you are constantly monitored and have the best doctors at your disposal

The day you were giving birth, he held your hand without letting go for even a second.

When he first looked into his son's eyes, all his barriers collapsed. He had your eyes. Warm and loving, wrapped in gold and dipped in honey.

He will always deny the fact that he cried that day, but you know the truth and you remember clear as the day the unshed tears in his eyes.

Although you had other preferences, at Victor's request, you named him Jasper (meaning "bringer of treasure"). After all, how can you refuse Victor when he has such a pleading look in his eyes and an extra large portion of pudding in his hand. When you asked Victor why he chose that name, you were pleasantly surprised to learn that Victor really cared about these hidden meanings behind the names. However, he refused to reveal to you what the hidden meaning behind his name is. So you absolutely had to look it up online. (From that day on, you began to occasionally call him "conqueror" every time he called you "dummy.")

Victor will occasionally take Jasper to LFG, since he hopes that in the future he will take over the company. (although he will not force him to make this decision)

From an early age, Jasper was a calm and calculated child, but still a child. In contrast to Victor's reading sessions in the library (in which he read from Shakespeare to Alexandre Dumas and Lev Tolstoi), you preferred to read him fairy tales before bed. While Victor taught him French from an early age, insisting that he must speak at least one foreign language fluently, you played the piano to him every time he felt the need, sometimes even teaching him how to play himself when he asked.

Jasper's EVOL is telekinesis. You and Victor discovered it when, after taking Jasper from school, you took a taxi to go to the LFG, to meet Victor. As usual, the guards let you pass without any problems, some even politely greeting you before opening the door for you. When you entered Victor's office, he greeted you as usual, hugging you both and bending down to place a kiss on your foreheads. However, when he wanted to ruffle your hair, his hand began to rise in the air for no reason, and Jasper began to laugh out loud.

Victor was the first to realize it was because of Jasper. (You were too surprised to react). From that day on, Jasper helped you every time you cleaned or did other household chores. And Victor was a little jealous that he wasn't getting so much attention from his child

Victor takes Jasper to the museum or other cultural or science centers whenever he is interested in a particular subject and wants to know more.

Trips to foreign countries at least once a year, so that his child can see with his own eyes different cultures and lifestyles.

The happiest moments for Victor are when you 3 are in the kitchen, Victor cooking, you trying as much as possible to help him and Jasper sitting at the table, intervening from time to time with questions like "How do you know how many spices should be put? How do you know the ideal temperature at which certain dishes should be served? ”and so on. All this ending with a quiet meal, in a pleasant atmosphere full of warmth and love.

Kiro

During your pregnancy, he canceled all the projects that involved his departure. Even his work schedule was shortened to almost half.

He has written countless songs about you, and continue to write even after the baby is born. You are his number 1 inspiration.

Your first child is a beautiful boy, whom you named Felix (meaning "happy, lucky"), and a year later you will give birth to another boy, whom you named Theo (meaning "divine gift").

Seriously, at this point you don't even know who the children are and who the father is. They are constantly fighting for your attention, which you find really adorable, until they start to keep track of the number of times you hugged each one.

Kiro loves to sing to them before bed and watch them fall asleep with their heads on his lap. Sometimes you even find all three cuddling in bed the next morning, other times you even join them.

Obviously, you are the most imposing in the family, that is until you see the three balls of sunshine looking at you with big, pleading eyes. You could barely resist saying "no" to Kiro alone, but when the three of them were together they were undeniable no matter what their request was.

While Felix inherited his father's talent when it comes to music, Theo didn't have much luck in this case. Instead, he was very communicative and sociable, got along very well with those around him and managed to empathize with them in a surprisingly good way.

Kiro is a very supportive father when it comes to his sons' wishes. He will always be there to help them and will agree with any path they choose in life. He has complete confidence in them and is very proud to be the father of such talented and intelligent boys.

Not surprisingly, on the other hand, both Felix and Theo have EVOL. Felix can sometimes read people's minds, while Theo can communicate through telepathy. Kiro found out this when, one day, playing their little game to get your attention, the two tried to prank him by entering completely in his head. That day, Kiro also used his EVOL on them, even though you never found out.

He hates when he has to go on a tour or a concert for more than a week, because they can't come with him, no matter how many times he tried to convince you to agree to go all four (Kiro the children have school too, you know)

When Kiro has to work on a new project, and you are too busy to take care of the children, Savin is their personal nanny. Poor Savin is subjected to too much stress compared to what is humanly bearable

The happiest moments in Kiro's life are when all four of you are in bed, humming different songs that make you fall asleep in his arms.

Lucien

If anyone can know all the stages of a pregnancy, it is Lulu. He knows exactly what you need whenever you need him throughout your pregnancy.

When you give birth to a beautiful baby girl, his eyes swim in tears.

For names, you had a variety of options: Abigail (“The father's joy”), Mia (“Mine; wished-for child”), Claire (“Bright; clear; famous; brilliant”) and Kaitlyn (“Pure”). The hardest part was choosing between Abigail and Kaitlyn. In the end, you named her Abigail.

Lucien takes her everywhere with him, to shopping, to work, to university, even to the orphanage. Abigail becomes very attached to the children in the orphanage, making even some very good friends. Also, all of Lucien's colleagues are surprised by the little genius. "Just like her father" they usually say, and Lucien couldn't be more proud and happier.

Sometimes he even allows her to research certain phenomens with him at the research center.

Abigail even develops the ability to persuade and even manipulate, at some point, the people around her. Although she will never be able to persuade Lucien, she still tries sometimes, in vain. You will find out later that this is actually her EVOL. (Obviously Lucien knew all this time). Unlike Kiro's EVOL, Abigail's EVOL doesn't force you to do anything. It activates inside you the desire to do a certain thing, that's why sometimes it doesn't work.

Lucien has been reading her books from all fields since she was a child: from art to astrology to anatomy. This is how Abigail's passion for anatomy and, in the future, for cardio-thoracic surgery begins.

She also likes to paint in her free time, but unfortunately Lucien can never help her, so he just praises and encourages her.

Lucien is a good listener and is always there for his daughter with a cup of warm tea when she needs advice or simply to relieve her tension after a hard day.

His favorite moments are the ones you spend sitting on the couch, discussing various topics, in which he holds both of you in his arms, your heads in his lap and his fingers playing tenderly with your hair.

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⭐️✨at least we’re under the same sky💫🌙

Pairing: Lucien x Reader

For Lucien, it was just an ordinary sleepless night. He had had quite a few lately, ever since your paths parted, and your face remained imprinted in his mind. He could not sleep, for all his dreams were with and about you, and this only caused him constant agony, knowing that they were only fleeting dreams, temporal projections of you made by his mind in an attempt to ease the pain.

He wanted to forget everything: your perfume, your velvety skin, your soft and fleshy lips and the wide smile you once always showed him. Now everything was a distant memory, a stain that could not be removed, a scar that marked his life and will never disappear.

All his life, the world was painted in black and white, but it was as if the landscape has never seemed so cold, empty, deserted, gloomy, sad.

Looking up at the starry sky, a small smile formed in the corner of his mouth. A thought blossomed in his mind like a lifebuoy, a rope he clung to so as not to fall into the abyss of loneliness. "At least we're under the same sky"

And yet, he could not regret the reason that separated them, for it was exactly the same thing brought them together. The fact that he was part of the Black Swan helped him protect her, helped him make his enemies reveal their plans to him without being suspicious, because who did they trust more than him? "I won't. I won't sacrifice someone important to me." he once told her. Normally, she couldn't remember, but the memory left a bitter taste in his mouth and, at the same time, filled his heart with warmth.

To love someone so much that their memory warms you and poisons you at the same time. Her name was like acid on his tongue, and yet once he said it he could not hide the smile on his face when he seemed to smell a faint trace of sweet perfume, a scent erased by time, almost forgotten, but never completely.

A thousand questions obscured his judgment: “Am I too easy to forget? Does she think of me the way I think of her? Is she happy where she is? Will I ever see her again? Does she also sit now, or ever, at least for a moment, to think about all the memories we share? ”

Lucien knew it was hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember, but the hardest battle a man can have in his life is between what he knows and what he feels.

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Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

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rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

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delay

tossing

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flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

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Appetite -  craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse -  agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault -  attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound Beautiful -  admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting Brutal -  atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild Burly – able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed Carnal -  animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean Dangerous -  alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous Dark -  atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched Delicious - enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty Ecstasy -  delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled Ecstatic -  delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild Erotic -  amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing Gasp -  catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded  Heated - ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous Hunger -  appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst Hungry -  avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting Intense -  forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous Liquid -  damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping Lithe - agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry Moan - beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl Moving -  (exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling Need -  compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen Pain -  ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart Painful -  aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded Perverted -  aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile  Pleasurable -  charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent Pleasure -  bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven  Rapacious-  avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering Rapture -  bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy Rigid -  adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering Sudden -  abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning Thrust -  (forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel (push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick Thunder-struck - amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback  Torment - agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe Touch -  (physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap  (mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize Wet - bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water Wicked -  abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched Writhe -  agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

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//MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS - HERE IS THE ANSWER TO THE PROBLEM OF FINDING THAT RIGHT WORD!!!!!

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I’ve reblogged it before, and I’ll reblog it again

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This list has saved my butt more than I wish to admit! I highly recommend saving for a rainy day!

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MLQC boys playing Among us

Hi, everyone. Sorry for the absence, but I was a little busy with high school and other activities. In the meantime, I started playing this game called Among Us, which has become quite popular in the last month. So I thought: What better idea could I have for my first headcanon, other than the 4 MLQC boys playing Among Us? So here is the final result. I hope you enjoy it!

Victor

will probably buy all the skins in the game

his color is black. ALWAYS

he’ll tell you it's a game for idiots, but will 100% love it (especially when he's playing it with you)

will call you and stop the time when you take a break from work so that you can relax while playing together

he will make an entire menu at the Souvenir with the theme and design of the game (mostly sweets). I’m talking about desserts with small marzipan figurines in the shape of astronauts with different colors, multicolored milkshakes, multicolored macarons placed around a red macaron (like the Energency button) and so on

as an impostor, he won’t always kill you, but he won’t go easy on you either. He believes that in order to win, you must always be vigilant and not let your guard down.

when you are an impostor, he always stays with the group because he knows he would be your first victim and he likes to see you focused on making the perfect strategy to kill him.

however, you always end up being suspected because you follow him and forget to even make fake tasks.

after each tournament of Among Us, he makes you pudding to encourage you and lift your spirits

if somehow an unexpected business trip occurs, Victor takes care to place a custom order for 2 assorted mugs, one with a black astronaut and one with a (your favorite color) astronaut.

he will secretly take that cup to the office and probably everywhere he goes.

Lucien

he will know if you are impostor or not every time based on how fast you’re writing in the chat, how much you’re speaking, how grammatically correct you’re writing, and so on, because this man can read you like an open book.

his color is definitely purple

he will probably win every game because he is a master of manipulation (he’s so good at this game that he can convince you that you’re the impostor yourself, even though you’re clearly a crewmate)

will most likely memorize all 3 maps in order to know all the hideouts and perfect places to kill someone and escape unsuspected.

no one can defeat Lulu unless he wants to be defeated

when you have a hard day, he always makes sure you win every time in an attempt to cheer you up

he constantly makes you want to find out who the real imposter is

sometimes presents you all the facts and lets you come to a conclusion to find out at the end or during the game whether you were right or not

when, due to research, he will have to leave for a week, he makes up for it by placing a personalized order at a themed store for two assorted notebooks, a gray one with a purple astronaut and a multicolored one with a (your favorite color) astronaut.

in his notebook, he will most certainly have pictures of you, your favorite menus and recipes, future gifts he plans to make you, the names of your favorite books and quotes from them, and other things related to you.

Kiro

will hack the game so that both of you can be impostors/crewmates together

his colors are yellow or white

will most likely modify the game’s files and make unique and funny skins just for the two of you

you two always make bets on who will win and who will be the impostor on prizes like: whoever loses buys 3 bags of chips or informs Savin that Kiro has gained 4 pounds in a week because of the Among Us tournaments you do every day.

even if you lose, he will constantly find ways to cheer you up. Either making jokes based on the game or making childish promises or even trolling a few players during another game.

sleepless nights almost every weekend with the two of you playing until the sun rises. Your surprised expressions and locked glances always become exasperated sighs when you realize you’ve lost another night playing

at one point, Kiro even considers writing a song about Among Us, to Savin’s astonishment and irritation.

after Savin plans a business trip for Kiro over the weekend, Kiro makes up for his absence by buying you plush toys resembling the Among Us astronauts

also, the surprise is that he put a speaker inside the toy, so that every time you feel lonely you can just press his belly and hear Kiro singing to you

Gavin

will play it with you every time you two have the opportunity, on weekends or after work.

for colors, he chooses either cyan or dark blue

he loves the spark in your eyes and the huge smile that spreads over your face every time you win and gets very angry and upset when other players confuse you with an imposter and vote you out Gavin it’s just a game

one weekend you invited both Minor and Gavin to your house to play Among Us together. Everything went well until Minor finally got to be an impostor. It went smoothly at first, no one suspected him at all, but then poor Minor accused you of being an impostor.

he started laughing when you were eliminated saying that he is a God at this game and no one can beat him. When he turned to you, however, he saw you pouting, eyes glowing from frustration and irritation.

Minor didn’t even have to look in Gavin’s direction to realize that HE. WAS. SCREWED (Minor run). Finds various excuses to leave as soon as possible and get away from Gavin’s line of sight.

That was the first and last time you and Minor played Among Us together (especially because Gavin secretly threatened to break his phone and nose)

as an impostor, Gavin never kills you. Instead, he kills those who accuse you.

when you are an impostor, he always lets (and helps) you win, your reaction always making his mouth arch in a wide smile involuntarily

occasionally he also plays it with Eli. Too bad that most of the times a simple game leads to a contest to see who impresses you the most and who wins first.

Having a very competitive nature, Gavin sometimes (almost every time) takes the game too seriously. However, you’re intrigued to see this part of him. It’s fascinating to see him so focused on the screen, his jaw tense and the slight traces of sweat on his forehead.

before going on a mission, he secretly bought two matching phone cases with two astronauts, a blue one and a (your favorite color) one. He’ll give you yours on the day of his departure, along with a simple breakfast and a note with the message : ”Don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing happens to me. I’ll be back before you know it. Please take care of yourself too. I love you! -Gavin”

unknown to you, in that phone case Gavin has two polaroid pictures. One with you watching the fireworks at the parade and one with both of you, in the Ferris wheel, at which he looks every time he has the opportunity when he’s in a mission, away from home.

[tomochii-chan]

Warm Kisses

I thought of this idea while I was taking a long walk to work in the cold and.. yeah ahaha. Also was hoping for some kind of kiss during Gav’s Christmas date.. damnit. So much for making this a doodle LOL

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nightmares 💭.

You’re burning.

The heat sears Gavin’s lungs and throat as he shouts your name in desperation, eyes stinging from the smoke. No matter how loudly he screams, you don’t respond, flames licking at the edges of your body and eyes closed as if you’ve already fallen into an eternal slumber. He calls out for you again, but the roar of the fire drowns out his cries.

He’s frozen to the spot. Feet chained to the ground where he stands by fear, trauma, the sight of you lying still and unmoving amidst the sea of flames overlapping with a visage from his past.

Weak. Afraid. Just like the child he was all those years ago. Utterly powerless.

Gavin tries to reach out for you, past the fire and flames. But his hesitance has cost him too much precious time.

A flaming beam falls from above, flashing past his vision, and you’re engulfed in a raging inferno, forever out of his reach. He opens his mouth to scream, and all he tastes is blood and ash on his tongue.

No!

“Gavin!”

He startles awake into a dark room, breathing wild and heart beating a frantic drumbeat against his chest. Disoriented, still half lost in a dream and adrenaline coursing through his veins, he looks around for you frantically. He can still feel the fire stinging his skin, smell burnt hair and charred flesh and-

“Gavin! I’m here! I’m alright.”

Two soft but firm hands cup his cheeks, forcing him to look into your worried gaze. It’s only the second he sees you that it registers that everything was just a nightmare, the orange glow cast over his sight slowly fading away, exchanged for the quiet peacefulness of the night. 

You’re alright.

He throwing his arms around you, crushing your slight form against his chest as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking deep, shuddering breaths to calm himself down. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. A gentle hand strokes up and down his back comfortingly without complaint, your voice humming a tranquil melody in the night to soothe. “Nightmare? You were crying out my name in your sleep.”

Gavin only presses his face tighter against your skin, nodding wordlessly. He doesn’t trust himself to say anything.

“Want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head once.

“I understand.” He feels your lips press against his hair tenderly. “Then we’ll stay like this as long as you want, okay?”

He almost wants to shake his head no, refute with a simple ‘I’m fine’, but knows that you’ll see straight through him all the way into his heart, desperate for your warmth and comfort. So he doesn’t say a word, only nodding and drawing you tighter in his arms, allowing himself to bask in your presence: you’re here.

He finally falls asleep once more with your fingers buried in his hair and his body curled protectively around yours. Nightmares are nothing more than bad dreams when you’re near.

[playheej]

Gavin x MC. F!MC 

It’s a domestic fluff story with suggested undertones.

Enjoy.

Mia opened one of her eyes. It was early or maybe not so early, but it was still dark enough to fall asleep again. Gently she turned on her side, her eyes already having adjusted to the darkness.

She watched the face of Gavin as he slept. She’d always found comfort in hearing his faint breathing. Her eyes traced the softness that sleep brought onto the planes of his normally stern appearance.

She reached out to tenderly push his fringe from his face, allowing for the silky strands to slip between her fingers as they trekked through it.

The gentlest of smile swept across his lips, followed by a low sigh.

He looked so beautiful, so vulnerable where he laid, sleeping right next to her. Her heart swelled to the brim at the thought that he willingly showed this side to her.

Mia felt that being loved by him was the most treasured thing she’d come to experience.

Keep reading

[lovlettres-moved]

[thebookquotes]

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning.

— Elie Wiesel, Dawn

[ginkgotreeleaf]

Don’t die on me - Please (Part 3 - END)

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Pairing: Victor Li x MC

Warning: Angst

PART 2 HERE

Victor continued to shout your name desperately, seeing you fall limp into his arms.

His face turned white and the world started spinning when he realized you weren't going to answer.

"Please" he began to beg. "Please, wake up. Don't leave me. Don't die on me - Please"

He picked you up in his arms and ran with you to the car, where two men, equipped from head to toe in black, were waiting for you.

"The ambulance is on its way," said one of them, opening Victor's door to enter the car.

Putting you gently in the back seat, Victor motioned for the driver to head to the main street, where the ambulance was waiting at the moment of your arrival.

The road to the hospital was blurred in Victor's mind. All he could think about was you. The way the paramedics hurried through the ambulance, trying to take your pulse and blood pressure. The alert sound of the siren sounding muffled in the background. You ... lying unconscious on the stretcher, the heat leaving your body, your pale face and your fragile body, the traces of tears on your cheeks, all this brought a sharp pang of guilt in Victor's heart.

If only he would've listened to you when you told him not to leave, if he would've tried to calm you down, calling you constantly, if he would've answered your calls earlier, then maybe this wouldn't have happened.

You would now be together in your house, safe and sound, dancing to a slow song in the living room, or cooking dinner, your eyes lighting up at the delicious smell of food, making Victor smile subtly. Or maybe you would've just sat in bed, watching one of your favorite movies, cuddling under the quilt, wrapped in the sweet smell of a scented candle. 

Instead, he was now sitting in a chair at the head of the hospital bed, holding your cold, limp hand in his, looking at your pale, weak face, hearing in the device the faint beep that indicated your slow heartbeat.

It's been like this for days. Victor never left your side. It was obvious that he had started to lose weight. His hair, usually clean and tidy, was now disheveled and grown, creating a messy appearance. A slight trace of a mustache had begun to appear, and his clothes were crumpled. Dark circles had begun to appear under his eyes, now tired and faded, devoid of any trace of emotion and hope.

When you woke up, a strong light prevented your eyelids from opening. You could hear some vague beeps in the background. You could smell a strong scent of chlorine and cleaning products. Your eyes began to get used to the light, opening hesitantly. When you tried to raise your left hand, you felt a familiar weight on it. Turning your head, you were greeted by a sleeping Victor, bent over your bed, with his head resting on his folded hands. The sight was adorable and you couldn't help but run your free hand through his soft hair.

Your touch stirred him awake. Confused, he raised his head, still dizzy from sleep. Your eyes intersected and a thousand emotions flashed through them. Confusion, guilt, joy, pain, worry and many more that you couldn't identify. You gave him a small, reassuring smile and squeezed his hand gently. 

A split second later, you were enveloped in the warmth of his strong embrace. You felt his body tremble and his silent sobs. He started kissing your hair frantically and then he put his chin on your head, rubbing it lightly.

"Dummy, you have no idea how worried I was”. After a short pause he continued. “Forgive me for coming late. I promise I will never leave you again”.

"I missed you," you said, trying to suppress your sighs, squeezing his back slightly.

"I missed you too, dummy. So, so much," he murmured softly, tightening his arms around you in a protective gesture.

[ginkgotreeleaf]

Don't die on me - Please (Part 2)

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Pairing: Victor Li x MC

Warning: Angst

Part 1 here

 You didn't know how long you were unconscious, numb and immobilized due to the cold, powerless, like an abandoned dog in the middle of the road, living its last moments. When you completely regained your consciousness, you tried to move slightly, but you were greeted by a horrible pain which flashed through your whole body, like a lightning, making you instinctively open your eyes. Or at least, that's what you thought you did. It was difficult to tell, given the total lack of light. The room was enveloped in a strange and persistent smell of iron, something rotten, a vague masculine scent and sweat.

Scanning your surroundings, part of you expected the familiarity of the place. The cold that froze your blood in your veins, making you tremble uncontrollably, the darkness that surrounded you, the ticking sound of the clock, the only sound apart from your heavy breathing, all these reminded you of one thing: your nightmare.

You tried to move your hands, only to find that they were tied with thick ropes making your wrist numb. Unwittingly, you remembered the despair in Victor's voice and how he panickedly shouted your name into the speaker while your kidnapper covered your face with his hand, injecting an unknown liquid into your shoulder. Then everything went black. 

Your heart ached. The pain in Victor's voice was too much to bear. You knew he felt guilty now because he didn't listen to you and left, leaving you behind, but you wanted nothing more than to be by his side now, comforting him, telling him how much you love him and promising him that you will never leave him, that your place is by his side, and by his side only. You felt your eyes burning, but you were too weak to cry and too vulnerable to fight for your freedom.

Somewhere a few miles away, at Loveland City's Airport, Victor was making hundreds of calls to try to find your location, using all the connections he'd attained while he was still looking for you a few years ago, after the incident with the Black Swan, when you were still kids. He was firmly convinced that they were also responsible for your abduction, and that gave him hope that he would be able to find and save you before something horrible could happen. He knew they needed you alive for their grand plan, and that's why he was one step ahead.

Out of nowhere, you heard footsteps in the distance and a door opening somewhere behind you, letting a ray of light in, revealing the appearance of your room. You could not see very well and, due to prolonged exposure to darkness, the sudden contact with the strong light blurred your vision. However, you could see the chains hanging from the ceiling, some black bags piled up in a corner, puddles of water, but what made your heart stop in shock were the bloodstains on the walls and floor, the drops of blood dripping from the chains and the sound of footsteps slowly approaching you.

"Look! The princess has finally woken up," a man said, forcing an arrogant laugh. He had a thick voice and a strange odor, a combination of cigarettes and cheap men's perfume. "I was afraid they gave you an overdose, but now that I see you're good and ready to deliver, I'm at ease."

Deliver? Before you had time to process the information, the man appeared in front of you. In the darkness, you could vaguely distinguish a simple T-shirt, jeans and a lightly worn jacket, simple sneakers and sunglasses. He had nothing special that could help you identify him.

“W-who a-ar-e y-o-ou?” You asked, but the words came out like a choked , interrupted whisper. You tried to make eye contact and ask "W-What do y-you wa-nt to d-do with m-me?". This time your voice sounded trembling and uncertain, making the man puff, trying to restrain his laugh, in a humiliating gesture.

He leaned over you with an evil grin, and then you realized he was holding a syringe in his hand.

"Don't worry," he said, tearing the collar of your shirt, exposing your right shoulder. "It won't hurt for long. It'll be ready before you know it, little princess. It's not like someone will come to your rescue, anyway."

"V-Victor" were your last words before you fell into a deep sleep, remembering his words from a distant past: “You should watch yourself. Someone can’t come to your rescue every time.”, “Listen carefully: I won’t save you a second time”.

You woke up shortly after. The oppressive silence was now replaced by the slow murmur of distant voices. You couldn't understand what they were talking about, but you were surprised to find that the ropes around your wrists were no longer there.

Something lit up in your mind. Your chances were slim, but you couldn’t let that stop you. It was escape or death. And you weren't ready to die. As quiet as you could, you tried to untie the strings from your knees and ankles. The knots were tightly tied, but somehow you managed to get rid of them. Although you felt that something was wrong, you decided to try to ignore the feeling and find a way out.

You tried to get up, but every movement of your wrists, ankles and knees sent shivers of pain down your spine and through your whole body

Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice calling your name. A gunshot, followed by a few others. Other screams of agony and hurried footsteps approaching you. Silence. A door opening somewhere behind you. A familiar scent of aftershave, a sweet masculine fragrance that filled you with warmth. Your heart started pounding, uncontrollably, and the last thing you heard before you were surrounded by darkness was Victor's drowned out voice desperately shouting your name.

***

Wow, that was intense. To be honest, I didn't know what to write exactly in this part, but after long days of thinking and rethinking, I reached the final result of which I am quite proud. I hope you like it!

[all-things-mlqc]

Website: Choose a password.

Gavin, typing MC’s name:

Website: Password is not strong enough.

Gavin, shaking his computer: yOU TAKE THAT BACK—

[jay-eddy]

If you write a strong character, let them fail.

If you write a selfless hero, let them get mad at people.

If you write a cold-hearted villain, let them cry.

If you write a brokenhearted victim, let them smile again.

If you write a bold leader, let them seek guidance.

If you write a confident genius, let them be wrong, or get stumped once in a while.

If you write a fighter or a warrior, let them lose a battle, but let them win the war.

If you write a character who loses everything, let them find something.

If you write a reluctant hero, give them a reason to join the fight.

If you write a gentle-hearted character who never stops smiling, let that smile fade and tears fall in shadows.

If you write a no one, make them a someone.

If you write a sibling, let them fight and bicker, but know that at the end of the day they’ll always have each other’s back.

If you write a character, make them more than just a character; give them depth, give them flaws and secrets, and give them life.

[queens-choice]

I want everyone to see how adorable this friendship they had before BS came into their lives

10 year old Victor watching his 5(?) year old friend play on the swings

Little MC presenting Victor with sand rice balls

His expression kills me. It’s so Victor. That “why me” and “oh my gods she’s so cute” look.

Also little MC is so excited!

MC has taken off the shoes to present him with freshly gathered flowers!!

In conclusion. We stan this beautiful friendship and this series is breaking my heart all over again.

[ginkgotreeleaf]

Don’t die on me - Please (Part 1)

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Pairing: Victor Li  x MC

Warning: Angst

Summary: Despite your protests, Victor goes on a business trip, leaving you behind, alone and unprotected. Amplified by a repetitive nightmare, your worry and fear increase more and more with each passing day. The fact that Victor does not answer the phone only installs panic in your body, and when you are face to face with danger, a simple call can not save you.

The first time Victor told you he was going on an unexpected business trip, you thought you had nothing to worry about. After all, the trip lasted only a week, and it was not as if you had no means of communication. You were aware of what his job entailed,so you tried not to complain and do a big fuss about it.

However, as the morning approached, and therefore his departure, you began to have the unshakable feeling that something bad was going to happen. Thus, when the time came for him to leave, you couldn't help but desperately grab his arm, trying to stop him.

"What is it this time?" he asked with a hint of annoyance. You could not suppress the feeling that burdened your heart, creating a lump in your throat that prevented you from speaking. "I ... I don't think ... you should leave," you said after a while, looking down at his luggage.

"Dummy, it'll only be a few days. Nothing bad will happen. Don't you trust me?" he said flicking your forehead slightly. "I left you some extra pudding in the fridge, be careful not to devour it all in one day. I don't want you to call me in the middle of the night and tell me you can't sleep because you ate too much, okay?"

You nodded almost subconsciously, still trapped in your own thoughts.

"I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself. If you need anything, call Goldman."

After the door closed, you weren't sure how long you sat there, staring, feeling suffocated by fear and worry.

That was 3 days ago. The first day was not so bad. Apart from the constant feeling that didn’t give you peace, you decided to do some shopping, to keep you busy and distract yourself. 

In the evening, Victor called you, asking if the house was still whole. You knew him well enough to realize that this was his way of checking up on you and making sure you were okay. 

Although you didn't know it, your reaction worried him quite a lot. Enough to make him wonder throughout the whole flight if it was was really safe to leave you alone. All he ever wanted was for you to always be cheerful, ambitious, stubborn, determined, happy, no matter what , and the lost look in your eyes made his heart contract in a painful way. He didn't want to leave you. He wanted to stay with you, to keep you safe, to hear your voice, to hold you in his arms, to take your hand in his with an excuse like "your hands are cold", to see you pouting when he called you "dummy", without you knowing how his heart was filled with warmth in these moments that made him fall in love with you more and more deeply every day.

However, that was the last phone conversation you’ve had since then. You occasionally received messages from him like "How are you? I hope you haven't eaten all the pudding already. Goldman told me you looked exhausted today, is everything ok? I can't answer. I'm in a meeting. I'll call you later. I hope you're not living on fast food. Dummy, stop worring, everything's fine.", messages that somehow calmed you down, but were not enough to remove your fear.

Although you didn't tell him, every night you had the same nightmare that was keeping you awake. You didn't remember the details very well. Just a dark room, the ticking sound of a clock, the cold, an uncontrollable, chaotic laugh, a scream in the distance, the sound of a shot and then complete darkness. Then you woke up looking desperately for Victor’s warm embrace that was always there to calm you down and that never failed to make you feel safe,protected. But it wasn't there, and that only made the feelings you were struggling so much to diminish explode, turning them into choked sobs and gasps of air.

During the 5th day you felt that you were constantly being followed, that someone was watching you from a distance. You wanted to call Victor, but to no avail. You tried to tell yourself repeatedly that everything was just in your mind. Victor would be back in 2 days and everything would be fine, but that only made the panic set in, making you remember flashbacks from your nightmare.

In the evening, around 9 PM, after work, you decided to stop by the supermarket in your neighborhood to grab some snacks. The moment you left the store, you saw the shadow of a large figure in a corner of the parking lot. You headed for the alley that led to your house and, looking in the mirror of a car, you saw that the figure began to come after you. Feelings of anxiety and panic have begun to build up in your body, making your blood run cold in your veins. You kept walking, not looking back, trembling, trying to take your phone out of your jacket pocket.

You tried to call Victor again and again but seeing that he was not going to answer, you decided to call Goldman. Luckily, he picked up the phone after the first two beeps. "MC, what's wrong?" "Goldman, I need your help. I think I'm being followed." you said, trying to keep your voice low. "What? By whom?" "I don't know. But I'm pretty sure it's not just in my imagination." "Where are you?" "Close to the intersection in my neighborhood. I just left the supermarket." "I'll send the driver after you and call Victor." "I've already tried, he doesn't answer." "Then I'll try to call someone and get in touch with him. Hang on." And then he closed the call. You stared at the phone screen, speeding to get to the intersection faster. 

Not long after that, your phone started vibrating again, Victor's name appearing on the screen. The moment he heard that you were in danger was the moment when his heart dropped, his vision blurred and his mind stopped working. He didn't hear anything around him anymore, it was as if the world stopped existing only at the thought that he couldn't protect you, that you were alone and there was nothing he could do to keep you safe.

After yelling at Goldman to call the police, find you and make sure you're safe, he hung up, desperately searching for your name in the contacts. He saw the 12 missed calls and felt his eyes and throat sting.

"Victor?" your trembling, scared voice was barely a whisper, making a lump in his throat.

“"Yes, it's me. Stay calm. I've already talked to Goldman. Everything will be fine, you hear me? No one will hurt you, you'll be fine. Goldman has already called the police, they're on their way.”. Hearing his soothing voice, tears began to form in the corner of your eye, making you sigh quietly.

“"MC, talk to me. Tell me what you see."

“"Right now I'm passing the flower shop.” After a short pause you continued : “Hey, Victor. Remember when you came home with 50 flower pots full of roses, hydrangeas, chrysanthemums, magnolias and dahlias after I told you our new house is too monotonous and boring? "

“How could I forget? The florist still laughs when she sees me every time passing by the flower shop.“

Forgetting for a second the situation you were in, you were brutally brought back to reality when you heard the footsteps approaching faster and faster behind you.

“Victor, he's behind me. I hear his footsteps. He's close."

"MC, MC! Listen to me. Everything will be fine. How close are you to the intersection?"

"Not far. I have 2 more houses. I see the end of the street."

"Okay, I want you to hurry, but without attracting attention. The police is almost there. You'll be safe. Trust me, okay?"

"Victor, if- if I don't make it-"

"No. Don't say that. Don't even think about it. You'll be fine. You have to, okay? Please, stay with me!” Sighing in frustration, the panic he tried so hard to conceal was finally breaking out. He couldn't lose you. Not again. Not after he spent 17 years trying to find you. ”I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you, and that I left you alone. I promise it will never happen again, so please, please don’t leave me!". The despair in his voice was evident, replacing his otherwise calm tone.

But the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer until they were right behind you.

Seeing that you had no chance to escape, you screamed desperately in the loudspeaker:

“Victor, he's right behind me. I am sorry. I love you.”

“MC. MC! MC!”. He tried to call your name, but in vain. The last thing he heard was your screaming and then the call ended.

Everything stopped for him. He could no longer hear the voices calling his name, or the ringing of the phone, nothing. He remembered the moment when he had brought home the pots full of flowers. The spark and amazement in your eyes and your wide, contagious smile. He would have paid any price to see you happy and safe. "Dummy," he said back then, feeling like the luckiest man in the world, seeing you so full of life and joy and knowing that he was the one that had brought that large smile on your face.

Focusing on the phone screen, he saw Goldman's name. He answered, hesitantly holding the phone to his ear.

"Sir, I'm sorry. They couldn't find her."

A spark of hope appeared in his heart. If they didn't find you, it means they hadn't killed you yet. You still had a chance to be alive, and he wasn't going to waste that chance. Not in this life.

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OK, I didn't think that it would be that long. I would have preferred to do only one part, but after one hour and a half of writing I decided that it is better to stop here. Also, I'm sorry if there are grammar mistakes, I really tried to be careful, but if you find some, I'm sorry in advance. As I said, English is not my native language, but I will try to improve myself. xoxo