#anyway i don't even know why i'm writing this i'm tired and have homework | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

yuu-kumeii · 11 months

Note

Heeello, hru?

i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, NO TIME SKIP, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)

(Reader is clingy and doesn’t want to vent, but at the end she let it all out)

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, crying

Omg hi anon❗❗❗ I'm doing fine when I got this, but now I'm like a deflated grammar balloon 😭😭😭

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH YOUR REQUEST I SWEAR I WAS THINKING ABT IT THE WHOLE TIME AFTER I GOT IT, I just didn't get the motivation at that time so I waited for inspiration to strike. But then inspiration hit me too hard and this ended up going waaaay off track ⚰️ PLUS I wrote the middle part during a campus tour and boy am I glad to have friends who are willing to be my beta readers bc past Yuu was NOT having a good time there 🥹. So sorry again in advance if this isn't exactly what you were expecting 🙏

Btw, your all caps red NO TIMESKIP is kinda funny to me bc it's like telling me to REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A PRE TIMESKIP THING NOT POST since I'm someone who mainly writes for post timeskip 💀 ntm how you probably had your own timeskip waiting for this thing 🧍‍♀️but anyways I hope you still enjoy this monster of a drabble fic hybrid 🫶

Also heads up, it's an established relationship, yeah sorry I didn't know if you would be ok with that but uh yeah sorry 😭

Word count : 3.5k (How did I get here)

There wasn't any indication as to why you started to feel the way you do, maybe you were tired. It could be from stress, school work has been piling up so it wasn't a stretch to say that you might've been feeling a little burnt out. But deep down, you know exactly why. You're just too embarrassed to say it out loud, because what kind of person would you be to think that your friends were that shallow? A bad manager and an even more awful friend, that's what.

Everyone has been asking about you, concerned for your lack of response as of late. You barely look up from your notebook, something about a 'full proof strategy for their next game'. One so full proof it apparently doesn't need any input from the team or Kiyoko...or the coach... It's obvious you're trying to avoid them without being absent. Which makes it even more strange, usually you'd want to get away from the people you're avoiding. So why aren't you?

"Oh no, [Y/N] lookout!" A voice suddenly calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts just as you see a ball coming straight for you.

Before you could react, someone beat it to you, "I got it!" A hand reaches out and blocks the ball, you don't register who it is until—

"Nice save, Yacchan!"

Of course.

Yachi was the one who saved your face from getting pummeled while you sat there with your head in the clouds. All the more reason the team should just— just—

Just kick you off the team.

Ah.

There it is.

That's what's been on your mind. Why it was so hard for you to actually avoid them, you were scared to be pushed aside while trying to encourage them to do so. Thinking you were being good at your job, only to see someone new do it better.

You feel like you've been lacking as a manager, despite being in the club for longer. It felt like the newcomer, Yachi, was doing a lot better in the short time she's here. You know it was unwarranted, she's been nothing but helpful. Picking up all the little things you and Kiyoko taught her. The team also welcomed her with open arms, as did you.

It was a gradual realization on your end, with 3 managers on standby, it's easy to lose track of who does what job. But more and more it felt like you've been doing the least out of the 3 of you. It really affected you, even without you knowing.

You start to forget routines, things like after school clean up duty, homework, even going as far as to forget planned hangouts. It felt like all you wanted to do was finish the day as quickly as possible, you don't even get up from your seat much anymore. Your indifference in class is mostly likely why no one tried approaching you for stuff, which makes sense, you probably look unapproachable anyway.

Well, almost unapproachable. If it weren't for Tsukishima, who chose to come up to you on days you fully ignore the team.

"What's up with you?" His words were short and lacked any poise, fitting for the only first year keen on riling up opponents and allies alike.

"...Nothing is, I'm fine" Much like Tsuki, your words were curt. Hoping that the less you answer, the more he's inclined to leave you alone.

Giving you an unconvinced look paired with an equally unconvinced once over, he shrugs and turns to leave you be.

"Suit yourself"

That hurts more than anything your own mind can throw at you, because all it does is convince you further that they're better off without you. All you've been doing is feeling bad about yourself, starting to forget everything important in favor of ignoring the problem.

But strangely enough, even when you forget, nothing seems to have any big consequences. When you realize you forgot about cleanup duty, your class partner just shrugs, saying your friend stayed behind and helped them instead. You think that it could've been Yamaguchi, he sometimes helps with cleaning duty when someone's partner goes home early.

It makes you feel worse about your moping, inconveniencing not one but two people. All because you can't convince yourself that just because Yachi is doing a lot better than you, it doesn't mean you're useless.

Right?

Not to mention the heartwarming messages from your friends when you don't show up to a hangout, they seem so understanding in spite of how you don't even tell them anything. The messages telling you to "Take care of yourself" and "Work things out at your own pace" could honestly make you cry.

Even the team tries their best to cheer you up, or at least to get your attention. You can't lie and say you don't see Hinata trying to get the other first years to pull some cool volleyball stunt he saw once, hoping that you'll congratulate them. It's hard to ignore it, especially when you can just feel his occasional stare, trying to get a reaction from you. But, as much as you want to cheer them on, you just can't do that. And yet, they're still so understanding. Trying to raise your spirit, Yachi even tried to start a conversation with you by asking for help on different managerial duties. But to no avail, all you do is point her in the right direction before going back to your place in the stands. Her efforts weren't in vain, but not enough to really get to you.

But it doesn't add up, how would they know you're going through a tough time? Are you really that obvious? You probably are. Either way, it's sweet of them to still think about you even when you're basically ditching them.

What does make sense to you is the homework, which you still end up submitting on time. All thanks to, you guessed it, Tsukishima. He just started reminding you about homework due in 2 days, complete with the pages and formulas needed. A smart comment about your recent forgetfulness is always attached to the message, something to remind you that it's from Tsuki of all people.

Someone you got to know through Yamaguchi, a mutual friend of yours, and if that's not enough, then being on the same team definitely is. As a manager on said team, you were always there for whatever sarcastic quip he had at the ready. Complete with every short joke ever made and that snide smile of his almost everyday. Needless to say, it didn't take long for a friendship to bloom. No longer hanging out only when Yams was around, you both built a routine for when you have each other. Yet you were always one to break routine for something new, a habit the tall beanpole never fails to challenge.

"Why do I have to come with you? You can just go alone" He says, not too keen on the idea of skipping your usual bakery visit for a cafe.

"Because I don't want to go alone and you're the only free one" You were always so sure he'd come with you anyway, to the point where you don't even try to convince him anymore.

He did end up going with you in the end, even if he did have his complaints here and there. But overall, it was one of the few times you can visibly see him having a good time. You chose a cafe themed around the stars and space in general, which you knew Tsuki liked quite a bit. Sure it would've been better to go to a dinosaur themed cafe, but the ones you know about are all the way in Tokyo and Fukui. Nevertheless, that space cafe visit was definitely a core memory in both your and Tsukishima's friendship, no matter how much that salt shaker wanted to deny it.

Though you did promise that one day, both of you would go together.

As friends, cause that's what you are, right?

Wait, actually do you even remember what happened after the space cafe? Wasn't it really important?

It feels like you know exactly what it is, it's a *fact* that you remember what it is. But much like everything else around you, it as well, whether you mean to or not, is pushed to the back of your head. Your thoughts start to discourage your resolve in this self-driven solitude of yours, built upon claims with no support. But why would the evidence matter if the claim itself is enough to make you believe?

It really felt like you were going to keep up this ruse forever, nothing really served as a consequence to you. The only thing keeping you in this state were the small glimpses of the team above your notebook, always up to some dumb fun. Something you always looked forward to in spite of the grueling practice ahead of them, well it was something you looked forward to.

Your eyes catch onto the other first years happily chatting with each other, except for Tsuki who preferred to stand on the sidelines, only chiming in to add a sprinkle of sarcasm into the conversation. That seems fun, you knew it was. As you watch everyone laugh at something Yachi says, something in you starts coiling around your heart.

You're suddenly aware of every breath you take, your thoughts start to repeat 'breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'

Your surroundings start to feel heavy, like you were tethered to your place. The sound of your own breathing feels louder than the voices in the gym. So focused on your empty notebook that everything else blurs at the edges of your vision.

It wasn't until you caught golden-brown eyes staring at you from across the court, genuine concern masked under a nonchalant gleam. You hold his gaze for longer than you'd like, unsure if there's anything else hidden under the bespectacled stare.

Tsuki only tilts his head in the direction of the other first years, probably telling you to come with them. You can only refuse, solemnly shaking your head. They can't possibly want you there with them, not after ignoring them for the better part of a week. It wouldn't be right to just butt in like that.

He probably knows that you're still not giving in, because it looked like he let out a sigh before walking towards them. Not before one last stare down with you, his gaze asking if you're sure about your decision. You can only hesitantly nod, you're not sure, you don't want to pick this decision, but you've convinced yourself that you're backed into a corner.

A corner you made up.

Well, no use in thinking about it now.

"Oi [Y/N], I'm gonna lock up the gym now! Better get going" Oh coach Ukai, you forgot he was still here. Taking your notebook and pen into your arms, you nod at the coach before heading towards the exit. Body slightly hunched over when you pass him, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Whatever it is you're going through, you know they got your back, right kiddo?" Ukai suddenly says, right before you leave. It makes you stand in your place for a while, thinking. You know they do, it just doesn't feel right to, especially when you didn't give them a valid reason for your distance.

"Y-yeah…Thanks, coach" You mumble, fully facing away from him. Turning to leave, when you catch a glimpse of the orange sky outside. Realizing how late it got, you break into a sprint back to your classroom.

Through the now empty halls, doused in ombre. No other soul in sight, leaving the sounds of your footsteps to be heard. The sky is beautiful today…wouldn't it be fun to experience it together?

Your pace slows right in front of your classroom, 1-4 written on a sign next to the door. Putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath from all the running, you stop to admire the light that passes through your classroom door.

And that's when you heard it, the faint scratching of a chalkboard being erased, you'd know that sound anywhere. It's soft, you could barely hear it over your own breaths, who could be cleaning it at this time? You know your partner didn't come to school today, they were sick. You yourself forgot, so why would anyone be there?

Slowly peeking through the door frame, you see a lone figure standing by the chalkboard. Short blond hair, a lean figure, headphones over his neck, the wire hanging loose. It's him, the one you felt the most guilt for. You watch him for a while, lazily swiping the eraser across the chalkboard.

So that's who your cleanup partner was talking about.

It wasn't Yamaguchi…

It was Tsuki.

He's been the one filing in for you, the one picking up after you. The one who kept pushing you to just talk to the team from a distance, he was looking out for you. The one that's been trying to reach out in his own way, you feel so stupid. Running away while your…

Your…

Your...

Own boyfriend looks out for you even when you unfairly pushed him away.

Your eyes glaze over and your breathing interchanges between short huffs and long shaky sighs. Feeling like you owe so much to him, keeping you afloat in an ocean of your own solitude. Step by step, you make your way over. Speeding up the closer you got.

Reaching him, you immediately press your face into his back. Arms wrapping around his waist, grabbing at the fabric of his school uniform to keep yourself in place. You can feel him tense, before slowly relaxing and going back to his cleaning. The guilt eating up at you even more, you clench your fists around his uniform, trembling in your place. Your lip trembles slightly, making your words sound even more pathetic than they already are.

"I'm…I-I'm so-so-...so-sor—ry—!" You sob, voice breaking off the same way you are. No words could express the mix of relief and remorse you feel, relief to be able to express your true feelings and remorse for your actions that didn't. Your eyes fill with tears that linger at their edge, waiting for a push to get them down.

"You better be, do you know how much they miss you? Those idiots won't stop asking me about you" Kei's words striking right through your heart, the coil no longer tight. Your tears finally fall as your cries get louder. You press your face further into your boyfriend's back for comfort, letting out all the pent up feelings you've harbored the past week.

"I…I just f-felt like—like I wa-was u-useless!" You whimper, sobs reduced to short intakes of air between big breaths.

"Idiot…" Turning to face you fully, Kei's hand settles itself on the top of your head, sliding down to the back. Pushing you further into an embrace of his own, refusing to look at you. One hand on the back of your head, the other fiddling with his headphone wires.

All that you've done, the distance you tried to make, it all came tumbling down. All at once. It was never supposed to take hold of you the way it did, so all you needed was something to justify ending it. Kei, is that something.

"It's just tha-that—Yachi is such-such a good mana–ger…be-better than me…" The words flow out before you could stop them, a confession to your actions. Hearing it out loud, you truly realize how weak your reasons are. It just shows how little it took to have you questioning your worth as a member of the team, laid out in front of the both of you.　

"..." His silence causes you to meekly look up at him, afraid of what he might think. Kei was always good at keeping a neutral face, never making it easy for you to know what he's thinking.

"I don't want to stop being your guys' manager…" You lower your head, voice a whisper, lip still quivering slightly.

"Then don't, no one's telling you to quit"

Huh.

"But—" You quickly look back up at him.

"But nothing, Yachi's great and all but when will we ever get another clutz like you who pays for my drink?" He has a smug look on his face after saying that, eyes filled with nothing but mischief.

You say nothing, words stuck in your throat. Still staring at his stupid smile, he's probably so proud of himself for that. But, you knew he said that to cheer you up. Something to keep you out of your own head, and it's working.

"Way to ruin the moment…" You mumble, "Could've been a bit more dramatic" A soft smile takes over your expression, already feeling much more relieved than before.

"You can do that by yourself," Kei retorts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"But you'd still do it with me" Your smile grows, eyes filled with adoration for the pretty face in front of you. After being alone for the better part of a week, it was nice to finally talk again. Even if you had so much making up to do, to everyone in the team, maybe you could start with the one who still held you close.

"Oh? You sound so sure of yourself for someone who's been running away from me" Eyebrow raised in faux skepticism, waiting for your answer.

"I promise I'll make it up to you first" You tell him, before burying your face back into his front, basking in his familiar scent and warmth where you feel most at ease.

"You better"

And you will. To all of them.

Walking home from school during sunset is a special kind of rare to you, barely anyone on the streets. Your newfound goal for the following week, circling in your mind. Beside you was Kei, matching your pace with long strides contrasting your own smaller steps.

"Kei…Do you want to stop by Paprika heaven?" You suddenly ask.

"Paprika heaven? Really?" Kei is not convinced you're being serious, you can practically sense that raised brow.

"It's a cafe! I know the name isn't the sweetest sounding but trust me on this!" You insist, letting out an exasperated huff.

"Shouldn't it be closed?" He questions further, still doubtful.

"It closes at 9, I checked" You proudly exclaim, crossing your arms with a content look on your face.

Kei rolls his eyes at your antics, "Alright, I yield" he raises his hands in surrender, yet a smirk still makes its way onto his face, "But you're paying"

You freeze, realizing that he's right. You are going to pay for it, with your own money. Immediately, your figure deflates dramatically. Slouching forward with an exaggerated groan.

"Right…" Your wallet will never forgive you. But not because Paprika Heaven was too expensive, a piece of your soul just dies whenever you take out a remotely large amount of money from your wallet.

This apparently amuses your boyfriend because he starts laughing, so much so that his shoulders move in time with each laugh. He turns to look at your stunned figure, which only entertains him more. Hearing his mocking laughter, it shakes you out of your stupor. Irritation starts to take hold of you, wanting him to stop laughing at your obvious misery.

"Wha—?! Stop laughing!" Your fists make contact with your boyfriend's chest, repeatedly hitting him to get him to shut.

"I'm serious! I might become poor after this!"

"That's your own fault" In between laughs, Kei is still able to call you out. Seriously, can't he take this seriously?

After a while he calms down, wiping a single tear from his eye. You also calm down, arms tired from the repeated attacks on your boyfriend. Leaning your forehead on his chest to rest, eyes closing on their own from the change in atmosphere. Kei only stands proud, hands in his pockets and a grin spread across his face in content.

Comfortable silence wash over you, the sun still peeking just beyond the horizon, lighting up the road just enough for you to see the way ahead. It's way too late for a bunch of high school students to be out, let alone ones who plan on staying out. But that doesn't matter, you can take the worried lectures from your parents later. Right now, you want to make up for lost time.

"Kei—," You raise your head to face him, taking a deep breath,

"Thank you" A closed eyed smile appears on your face, "For still putting up with me"

"...Whatever" He looks away from you, eyes gazing over the road in front of you.

But no matter how much he tries to hide it,

You can still see that small genuine smile on his face.

#「★ It's showtime! ★」#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu hurt/comfort #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima fluff #I DID IT #I'M DONE IT'S COMPLETE #Pls I'm so bad at anything angsty that this is just barely hurt and more comfort lmao #But still I'm so AKAJDHAJAHFNA #My first request and I took like 3 weeks to finish it AND it's probably way off track to what it's supposed to be #This could've been a nice short drabble but NO it turned to this #CURSE MY SLEEPY BRAIN IDEAS #But anyway wouldn't it be so cool if I just wrote short hcs for the time being 🫶#I'm going in drabble break after this ⚰️

150 notes · View notes

magma-frog0 · 1 year

Note

nerd!kenma who acts all shy and quiet but is actually freaky af and is down bad for reader😼😼

Ofc but I'm not really good at writing Kenma so please tell me if I didn't do it right.

You were sitting in math class; it was your third year in Nekoma high school. There was a boy Infront of you, he had brown and blond hair. He was playing a game on his phone until the teacher yelled. "Kozume! Put your phone away or go to the principal's office!" Kenma let out an annoyed sigh.

"Hold on let me finish this level," he mumbled. He kept tapping on his phone and lost the level, he slammed the phone down on his desk. "Fuck," he groaned, just loud enough for the teacher to hear.

"That's it, go to the office!" He yelled slamming his fist on the table Infront of him.

Before he left, he turned to look at you and winked, you felt something in your stomach. You watched him leave as you felt your cheeks heat. You tried to concentrate but you couldn't. You weren't listening during class when he calls your name. "Do you know the answer?" He asked, he must've known you weren't listening. You let out an annoyed groan.

"No I don't." You said sternly.

"Your attitude isn't needed miss." He said gripping his chalk tightly in his hand.

"Kiss. my. ass." You stood up and grabbed your bag.

"That's it! Go to the office!" He yelled as you were leaving.

"That's where I was going you fucking idiot." You flicked him off and went to the office.

You went to the office and saw Kenma, he looked at you and smiled. "Oh look who it is," he said quietly with a smirk on his lips. The principle called your name from her office. "Tell me about it later," he said. You smiled and walked in the office.

"I am very disappointed in you; you are a great student. Why are you acting like this?" She was very nice even in the situation you were in.

"It's not my fault, he called on me when I was zoned out. And the only reason I've been zoning out so much is because he assigns the most homework out of all my classes. After I'm done with all of his assignments, it's already 2am and I barely get any sleep." You explained the situation even though most of it was a lie. She listened to you and said.

"I will talk to your teacher, but in the meantime, you have detention with Kozume." She went back to the hall where Kenma was sitting. "Come with me," she started walking. Kenma got up with his bag and followed her. She unlocked the door and opened it. "Have a seat, you'll be in hear till 6:30." She said as she left and locked the door.

You looked at the clock to see if was only 4, you sighed and sat in the back of the class. Kenma sat next to you, “so are you going to tell me what you did?” He asked.

“The teacher called in me when I was zoned out and I got an ‘attitude’ and cussed him out,” you explained.

“Damn, why were you zoned out anyway?” He asked looking at you with a smile. He already knew it was him. He just wanted you to say it yourself. You felt your cheeks get hot as you remembered him winking at you.

“I was just… tired…” you said quietly. He got up from his seat and got in front of your desk looking down on you. He got closer to your ear and said.

“Say that again, I couldn’t hear you.” He smirked as he pulled away from your ear. He saw your face get red and you looked down. He grabbed your face to make you look at him. “Tell me the truth or I’ll get it out of you myself.”

His words made you shiver with anticipation. You know the reason you were in detention was because you wanted to be with him. “I wanted…to be here with you,” you almost felt ashamed when you said it. His thumb caressed your cheek.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He asked slyly. He was good with words and it pissed you off.

“Shut up…” you said embarrassed. His eyes were burning into yours and then he looked down at your lips.

“Such a big mouth for such pretty lips,” he mumbled. “I wonder what they could do,” he grinned, running his thumb over your lips and down to your chin. Holding it up and he gives you a light peck. “You taste like strawberries.”

“Thanks?” You didn’t know what to say. You felt yourself get wet as your heat pooled in you underwear. He just smiled at you and looked at the clock behind him. 4:30 is what it read.

“Get up,” he demanded. You slowly stood and got in front of him. “Sit on the desk,” you listened and sat there. He aggressively slammed his lips against yours. You let out a soft whimper as his fingers ran up and down your body. He stopped and looked into you eyes. “So beautiful…” he whispers as he gets on his knees in front of your dripping cunt. He let out a shaky sigh as he took your pants of and put his fingers against your underwear. He felt how soaked you are and chuckled. “So wet for me.” He took off your underwear and put his head between your legs. And started lapping at your cunt. You pulled at his hair and he let out a soft whimper. He pushed his finger inside you and slowly started thrusting it. You threw your head back, his fingers were slim but they hit every part of you that made your whole body shiver.

“Oh Kenma-“ you let out a loud moan everything felt so… amazing. He smirks and looked at you and hushed you.

“Don’t be to loud honey, someone might hear.” He said quietly he had a cocky look on his face, he obviously loved how you looked trying not to be loud. He chuckled a bit at your soft whimpers and moans. He felt you tighten, it was like you were sucking in his fingers as you got closer. You had to cover your mouth with your hand softly biting on your palm and gripping the edge of the desk to contain the moans your body was trying to let out as you had what felt like the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He stood up and kissed your cheek. “You’ll pay me back my love, but we only have an hour left and I want you to relax now. I’m not trying to run you down just yet.” He cooed as he whispered in your ear.

You nodded and stood up at a loss for words and stumbling a bit you tried to put on your clothes by yourself, your whole body was shaking in a good way of course but it made it hard for you to simply put on your pants. “Oh fuck me…” you muttered under your breath. He chuckled and walked up to you lifting your chin.

“Need help?” He asked softly with a sly smirk. You simply rolled your eyes but before you even answered he was pulling your underwear and pants up your legs, making sure they were secure he stood up and smiled. “Just tell me if you need something.” He murmured and kissed your lips, then your cheek, then your neck. Then he stood up and shook he head. “Beautiful girl…” He ran his fingers through your hair.

#smut #TOOK OVER A YEAR OFF #TO CUT YOU BITCHES SOME SLACK #TELL A FRIEND #TO TELLA FRIEND #IM BACKKKKK #fluff #haikyuu #kenma x you #kenma smut #reader smut #x reader smut #Kenma x reader #haikyuu smut

203 notes · View notes

an-aroaces-harem · 3 months

Text

Ivy Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird and ABC Frontier, Inc.

Ivy: Next song too, huh?

Ivy-san laughed weakly. His listless appearance differed from his usual gently and dependable appearance.

(What's wrong?)

Rina: Um ... Ivy-san?

Ivy: Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little fuzzy. It's nothing.

Ivy: Anyway, thanks for delivering the papers. I'll take it.

(Oh, I hadn't given them to him yet!)

I hurriedly pulled out a stack of papers and handed them to Ivy-san.

Ivy: Thank you.

He quickly looked over the documents.

(Very serious expression ...)

Perhaps noticing my gaze, he looks up and smiles.

Ivy: You seem to be interested in it. Do you want to see?

Rina: Is that okay?

Ivy: I don't care. You're part of the staff.

Ivy: These are offers that come for exe.

Rina: Eh, all of this!?

Ivy: Oh. Collaborations with foreign artists and requests to perform at music festivals. That kind of thing.

I skim over the documents he shows me.

(All the names of famous festivals and artists even I know.)

(I can't believe they get so many super-sized offers like this. I knew exe was on a different level ...!)

Ivy: As you know, exe is all about self-production.

Ivy: We'll all decide whether or not to accept the offer, but first I'm going to do my homework on the job that's coming our way.

Ivy: Then I share it with the members, and we all look at it from different angles, and then we make the final decision.

(Come to think of it, I've heard that you also take care of the clerical work behind the scenes. So this is what it was all about.)

He says it plainly, but data collecting is a painstaking process.

(While keeping up with his busy schedule as an idol, he also takes lessons and trains.)

(And to write high quality songs in such a short span of time, and to do this kind of work on top of that ... he's a little too busy.)

(I'm afraid that Ivy-san's body is getting tired of it ...)

The way he looked at me earlier made me worry.

Rina: Umm ... I think it would be better to ask the others to help you.

Rina: I think it's a little too much of a burden for Ivy-san.

I know it's a bit forward of me, but I just said it like that.

Ivy: I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine.

Ivy-san smiles at me ... but then says that firmly.

Ivy: And the other members have their own things to do.

Ivy: Xeno does the directing, Jace is doing makeup and costumes, and Finn and Hugh are doing choreography and training.

Ivy: Each member does what only they can do ... so it's my job to do this.

He may be a responsible leader who cares about his members.

But ... after seeing the shadowy expression on your face earlier, I'm worried.

I also remembered that I felt something strange about him at the concert the other day.

(The reason why Ivy-san's smile looked different from usual at that time might be because he was too exhausted ...)

As soon as I thought that, I opened my mouth.

Rina: Ivy-san, please allow me to assist you in previewing that offer.

Ivy: What!? Why?

Rina: I'm worried about you, Ivy-san.

If it's so bad that it diminishes your brilliance on stage, it's not something that can be ignored. And ...

Rina: I've had a lot of help from you in the past days.

Rina: From the day I arrived at the apartment, you were so kind to me ... it was really reassuring.

He was the only one who was kind to me when I was anxious.

(He showed me materials, recommended me to help with the distribution ... and gave me gifts.)

Rina: So if there's anything I can do to help, please let me. I want to return the favor.

Ivy: I'm glad you feel that way, but I'm sorry. You're too busy.

Ivy-san seemed puzzled by my passionate words.

Ivy: First of all, you don't owe me anything. I just did what I had to do.

Rina: I'm not exaggerating! You really helped me.

I can't tell you how many times your words of encouragement have helped me.

(I was saved by Ivy-san's kindness many times just in this short period of time.)

(I feel so much safer when I'm around this person ...)

Ivy: No, but ...

Rina: Please, I'll do anything anything to reduce Ivy-san's workload ...!

I was so eager to help him that I even said something like that.

Ivy: ... Anything?

Rina: Yes!

Ivy: ...

Ivy-san makes a gesture as if he's pondering something.

Ivy: Well, then ...

His beautiful eyes flicker slightly, and then he suddenly takes a step closer.

Rina: !?

As the distance between us closes, his eyes, always softly colored, turn earnestly toward me.

Ivy: Stay put and don't move ...

I couldn't move as if I were tied up. I watched breathlessly as he reached for me.

(What are you ...?)

Ivy: Kawanaga-san.

Rina: Ah ...

The sweet, magical voice spun from his shapely lips made my heart race.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on my head.

A large hand lightly touched it, and then my head was caressed with both hands.

Rina: Wah ...

Ivy: You're so sweet ... to care for me like that. I'm glad.

Rina: Ah, Ivy-san!?

When I looked up in surprise, he was looking at me with bright eyes.

Ivy: Haha, I'm sorry. I'm kind of happy.

(This is the third time having my head patted ... but this one feels a little different from the other times ...)

He had been gently so far, but the way he just did it was like he was ...

Ivy: Finn wasn't so wrong about what he said before.

He laughs mischievously.

Rina: What do you mean ...?

Ivy: I'm talking about you being like a dog or cat. You're like an honest, healthy little animal.

Ivy: When I do this, it's very calming.

As soon as he said that, his hands mixed my hair again.

Rina: Oh, wait a minute!

Ivy: Hehe, so cute and cuddly.

Laughing happily, Ivy-san strokes my head.

(Really, he's treating me like a cat or dog!? Ivy-san is even talking like Finn-san.)

While I was frozen, not knowing how to react, my hair was being crumpled up ...

(Oh my god ...!)

Rina: Ivy-san!

... In my confusion, I just screamed.

Ivy: !

At that moment, he stopped and widened his eyes in shock.

(Oh s-shoot!)

Rina: I'm sorry. I was just shouting ...

Ivy: Ah no, it was me ... I got a little carried away. I'm sorry.

My hair was a little messy, and Ivy-san hurriedly fixed it.

Ivy: You don't like being treated like a cat or dog. I'm sorry.

Rina: I was surprised, but I hope it cheered you up.

Ivy: You're very kind. Thank you.

Ivy: But it was wrong of me to overdo it. I'll be more careful from now on.

Rina: I've asked that before but am I really that much like a cat or dog?

When I asked him this, he stared at me.

Ivy: I thought so but ... when you were mad at me earlier, you looked more like my sister.

Rina: Sister?

Ivy: She used to scold me like you just did.

Ivy: She would huff out his cheeks and say "Oh my god, onii-chan!"

He looked so kind as he squinted his eyes at me.

Perhaps this is Ivy-san's expression as a 'big brother'.

(I bet he really loves his sister.)

The shadows that had been there just a few minutes ago had completely disappeared.

(I've been told I'm like a cat or dog, or that I look like his sister. I don't mind it, but it's kind of weird ...)

I wonder what kind of person Ivy-san's sister is, who has been mentioned many times.

Rina: How old is your sister?

Ivy-san's eyes were a little downcast and he looked as if he was thinking.

Ivy: Probably around the same age as you.

Rina: I see. Does her face resemble yours?

Ivy: Well, I don't know. I've been told we look alike.

Rina: I'm sure she's a strong person because she only scolds Ivy-san.

Ivy: She was often angry with me, especially when I was naughty.

The way he talks about his family shows that they're close siblings.

Then, Ivy-san coughed.

Ivy: Actually, I was feeling a little stuck until just now. But after talking to you, I feel much lighter. It's a wonder.

Then, he says resignedly.

Ivy: I'm just wondering ... when I'm tired, can I ask for your help again?

Ivy: For example, like patting your head like before.

Rina: Eh?

Ivy: Oh, no, I'm sorry for asking you to do something weird. I know I said I wouldn't treat you like a cat or dog anymore, but it's contradicting.

Ivy: But when I stroked your head, I felt so much calmer.

With a tense expression on his face, Ivy-san was staring at me.

For some reason, his serious eyes make my heart skip a beat.

Rina: ... I don't mind at all. If you can think of me that way, I'm happy for you.

Rina: I'm willing to do it whenever you need my head.

Ivy: !

Ivy: Thank you ...!

When I answered with a sense of embarrassment, Ivy-san laughed at me.

The way he looks at me is much gentler than it was at first.

I was happy to feel like we had become a little closer.

... And then.

The studio was only occupied by two people, but then I heard someone enter.

And ...

Finn: Hey Ivy, I brought you some goodies.

Finn: Oh, you're Rina, aren't you? What are you doing here?

Rina: Finn-san!

He had wondered why I had brought the documents instead of Sakura-san and--

I also told him that I'd like to help with Ivy-san's work.

Finn: I see ... that's good, isn't it?

Rina: Really?

Ivy: Hey, Finn. You can't let her do that.

Finn: She's motivated. I find she can do the job relatively well, and I think that's good.

Finn: And you've got your hands full with songwriting now, don't you? Then why don't you let Rina take care of it?

Ivy: That's ...!

Rina: Ivy-san, please!

Ivy: ...

After a moment of contemplation, Ivy-san let out a sigh.

Ivy: ... All right. If you insist, I'll let you do it.

Rina: Thank you very much! I will take full responsibility!

Ivy: Yeah, thanks.

Rina: Yes!

... After that, Ivy-san asked Finn-san to go home with me becaue it was already late at night.

--flashback--

Ivy: I wish I could give you a ride, but ... sorry, I can't leave yet.

--flashback--

Ivy-san was apologizing, even though he was the one who was going to have a hard time.

I think he has a strong sense of responsibility. Ivy-san seems to be trying too hard, which worries me.

(I'm glad he agreed to let me help.)

(This might reduce Ivy-san's burden a little.)

(You trusted me with this, so I'm going to finish it!)

I made up my mind to do so.

#morganatic idol #morudoru #morudoru ivy #resa translates something for once?

9 notes · View notes

nogenderbee · 1 year

Note

Heya~ it's me again, your beloved ☁️ anon *insert tsukasa laughing*

I'm very sorry for being inactive this lately, school and homework are sucks and I don't even have time for myself😞.

And, OH just saw your doing my req and I wanted to say THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR DOING MY REQ, IT'S SO CUTE🥰. TSUKASA IS MY COMFORT CHARACTER AND YOUR WRITING MAKE ME MORE INLOVE WITH ✨MY STAR✨ AAAAHHHHSJEJDJD- (simp-)

------------------------------------------------

Anyways, i saw that fluff alphabet for tsukasa almost all the letters have been made except for 3 more letters. And i want to completed it.

That's why, if you don't mind, may i request d,l,n for tsukasa?

Don't pressure yourself and take your time, I don't mind if it takes long :)

Hope you have a great day^^

Hello my lovely ☁️ anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed that post and don't worry, I know school can be tiring ^^ and I'm so glad to announce that Tsukasa fluff alphabet is complete! WOHOOO!!

Anyway take care of yourself as well and I hope you enjoy <3

Tsukasa D, L, N fluff alphabet

Tag List: @alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

⊱ Distance ═ They are in long distance relationship. How do they act in it? Do they have any plans for meeting their lover?

You and Tsukasa probably met on some socials that had to do with performances or Saki introduced you to each other. If he meets you through his sister, he tries a little more to not loose contact with you. If you met on socials he still tries his best not to loose contact but he knows that it's easy through online...

When you got together, Tsukasa almost immediately wanted to go to you and hug you as a thanks for accepting his feelings to you, but of course he couldn't... but that won't stop him from any dates! He likes to video chat or just call you somewhere in the day so you won't be tired the next day. That's why sometimes he's just walking around the streets showing you places and talking about everything. You also probably know backstage of Wonder Stages like the back of your hand thanks to him!

After at least a few months of dating, Tsukasa starts to be more and more impatient, he just wants to go to you or wants you here with him! His family probably won't let him so when Wonderland x Showtime decided to go to your country for some research, he was so excited. Of course he immediately texted you and asked if you're alright with this place. And when the day he sees you comes, he literally rushes at you and captures you in tight hug.

"YN!! You're her!! We finally can have real date! C'mon I heard that this attraction is one of the best here!"

⊱ Lazy ═ How do they spend lazy days with their lover?

Dates with Tsukasa are often anything but lazy, although there are exception. For example if he's drowned out after a show and you're tired for whatever reason you may have, he'll lay on his bed with you and start cuddling. Sometimes he'll also put on some of his favorite shows or just music and will burry his head in the crack of your neck. If he's really tired you might even hear how he mumbles soft compliments to you without even realizing it, so feel free to just remember him about it later and you can see his flushed face.

"I'm not feeling like doing anything energetic today... What about we watch some of our favorite shows and cuddle?"

⊱ Nickname ═ How do they call you? Where did they took this idea from?

Tsukasa always saw you as his light, so that's not a surprise that he wanted to give you a special nickname. Names like darling, sweetheart, sunshine and similar sounded too basic for him. That's when he thought of calling you "his star" but you already call him like that... and if he's going to be a star, that nickname wouldn't necessarily fit... but at the same time you completely deserve to be called a star! That's when he ended up rambling to Rui how he can't think of any special nickname to you. And luckily for him, his friend started teasing him how he should call you "his co-star". At first he brushed it off but later he stayed thinking about it more and more, when he realized that it's not the worst nickname.

Tsukasa was really nervous about calling you that, he thought that maybe you won't like it or worse... will brak up with him because of that.

"H-Hello my dear co-star! ... Yes I called you co-star... should I stop...? If you don't like it I can go back to calling you YN!!"

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

#nogenderbee ☁️ anon #project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader #project sekai tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #project sekai tsukasa x reader #fluff #project sekai fluff #alphabet

34 notes · View notes

sketch-guardian · 1 year

Note

aight time for another ask!!! your OCs with a MC who works way too hard and barely gets any sleep at night? (also if you don't mind, platonic headcanons for Camy too because she's lovely and I want to hug her 😭) - Isa

Hello again!☺ It's always a pleasure to answer these questions😌they help me build the character of my OCs. However,I should seriously start putting reference images,so that people can recognize the characters🤔. Anyway I will do my best to reply!✨ (Also don't worry, I don't mind at all🙈in fact I'm flattered that you want me to write about my MC too💜).

RAD CLASSMATES AND CAMY (MY MC) WITH A OVERWORKED AND SLEEPLESS MC

DEMYA

First of all,Demya's a free spirit,who has long promised herself not to take orders from anyone, given her past, which means that she often doesn't respect dates of delivery for tasks. She's also not too familiar with the concept of school commitment,compared to other demons,she even learned to read and write later than normal. That said,we can imagine how Demya wouldn't understand why her mate works so hard, putting their health at risk,but Demya knows one thing for sure:work is stealing MC's attention and Demya doesn't like being ignored, so an intervention on her part is needed. Demya isn't above threatening to eat MC's RAD homework and no, she's not kidding, she's eaten worse, challenging her isn't worth it. Demya's determined and good with in distractions, in fact she has two options: either to eat something together with her mate and then drag them to bed, fluttering her eyelashes while acting cute and whiny to convince MC to stop working and lay with her (she thinks that a full stomach makes you sleepier easily) or tire MC in other ways if they're comfortable with that ... like caressing them or straight up making out until they nod off

DOMNRA (MOBIM)

Domnra isn't the best when it comes to work. He often doesn't do his homework ,due to him giving priority to other things, however he's quite lucky, because he has Mobim who takes care of notes when he's too busy. Don't get me wrong, he's smart and would be able to do his work on his own, it's just that he doesn't apply, so he quite admires a hardworking MC in that respect and can understand the issue of crossing the line, since occasionally he happens to do it with training, but he would be hypocritical enough to scold his partner for it (if MC points that out, they'll witness Domnra in all his tsundere glory). Domnra often has nightmares (about his fall and curse)and sometimes he happens to wake up alone in bed,with MC still awake. In those cases Domnra stands by MC until they have finished their work, perhaps giving them a hand to speed up and to distract himself, and if they fell asleep earlier, he would bring them back to bed in his arms. On other occasions, especially if in a calmer mood than usual, he would insist that they go to bed with him (which is rare, so it would be better to accept) and in the meantime he would decide to play some relaxing music and cuddle MC together with Mobim, who could try to reproduce sounds similar to the purring of cats to reassure MC. If all that doesn't work, then Domnra would suggest doing some exercise, to tire the body sooner

AZUL

Azul's a rather relaxed demon who does his work when he's in a good mood,otherwise when he's in a bad mood,he tends to withdraw into himself and let off steam until it passes. Azul thinks that MC should take their duties more lightly,it's nobody's death if they delays with delivering homework from time to time, life goes on and breaks are a must. He's also no expert on humans, but he's pretty sure that if little sleep isn't healthy for demons, then it's even worse for humans. So since he cares about his lovely star, he would try to convince them with sweet words, hugging them from behind and putting his head on their shoulder,maybe even gently rubbing their sore spots, he's good enough at temptation. If it doesn't work and MC desperately needs to sleep, then Azul would be forced to resort to magic (which would have been his first option since he always uses it, but obviously he wanted MC's consent)

ZURI

Zuri's a workaholic herself and always aims for perfection, so she spends a lot of time on her duties, having such high standards and doing everything herself, however she promised herself to keep fit and look after her looks, therefore she cannot afford to go to sleep late,except for some important events. She isn't a hypocrite and she knows that scolding MC for their behavior would be useless on her part,so she would just help them finish their work as soon as possible in an efficient way, so that they can get ready for the night. Zuri would prepare them a warm and flowers scented bath to reduce tension and then welcome them in her bed, with a hot drink on a bedside table ready to be consumed. After that she would gently put skin treatments on MC's face. And if her beloved still can't fall asleep, then Zuri would try to sing something while she holds them in her arms. She's good at singing and her voice is quite hypnotic

ODON

A resolution of Odon has always been to live peacefully and with a smile, although aware that such a lifestyle is not for everyone, after all they too had difficulties when they were younger to see Devildom,Celestial Realm and Earth in a new light, but in the end Odon got where they're now, so they aren't the type to minimize the stress of others. Odon has no difficulty with work,they're very intelligent and adapt to circumstances, challenges simply fascinate them and they always face difficulties with a smile. Odon knows humans are much more fragile than demons, so it saddens them to see MC trying so hard, like they're trying to prove something. In any case, Odon would stroke or pat their dear friend's head, saying that they're proud of their efforts, but that it would be better to take a break with some good biscuits and a cup of tea to reinvigorate their mind, their work won't run away and Odon can leave the eye-like creatures there to supervise if it makes them feel any better. To make MC relax, Odon would make them rest their head on their lap and read them a book, keeping one hand free so they could hold it. (P.S.: Odon has a tendency to call everyone friend. Lucifer? To Odon it's "friend Lucifer". Beelzebub? It would be "friend Beel". For MC, once they become a couple, it would be something like "dear friend MC")

CAMY (MY MC) (PLATONIC)

Honestly? Mood-

All jokes aside, Camy's a person who spends many hours working and usually during the week, she sleeps only about three hours (the seven brothers do not approve-), so she understands MC's drama, having the exact same problem, which have been made worse since she became a council member and Solomon's apprentice... she finds all these commitments very stressful. Camy would be afraid to make MC's situation worse, not having exactly good advice to offer, but as a friend, she would do her best to support them, even staying up with them through the night if necessary, she doesn't mind anyway. What Camy would suggest would be to listen to some relaxing music: she has occasionally fallen asleep with headphones on after all (it was embarrassing explaining that to Lucifer) or to vent to each other by telling about their problems, that should tire them enough

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x mc #obey me rad classmates #obey me demon oc #demon ocs #obey me mc #obey me demya #obey me domnra #obey me mobim #obey me azul #obey me zuri #obey me odon #obey me camy #camy replies #I hope this was fluff enough #as always sorry for my english #I'm not very good at it

20 notes · View notes

allthefakepeople · 2 years

Note

Hi Miels, 😊

I'm absolutely taking advantage of this lol

First prompt:

'You remembered.'

🌼🧡

loll ok so... funny story maria i went into this one thinking... hmm i don't know if this one will be as long as the other one but that's okay only to then finish this and have it be... longer than the previous one so there's that... also for some reason i'm still on my clementine storyline kick so there's that

(if you want to read my one shot based on clementines and wilmon you can read that HERE as well)

(also at one point in this one shot i talk about wille having a mini fridge in his room... i realize this is unrealistic... it's for the plot)

without further ado i hope you like it :)))

-Miels 💜✨

Writing Prompts

“You Remembered”

Wille doesn’t know how it happened but Simon is at his dorm room door.

He returned to Hillerska after break almost positive that Simon was going to keep his distance and he honestly wasn’t about to blame him for it. Honestly if Wille could keep distance from himself he absolutely would. And originally Simon did keep his distance. Just…. Not forever.

Christmas was as unhappy and tense as he expected it to be. He didn’t want to speak to his parents because he knew all that would come out would be venom. The first Christmas without Erik. Wille could barely breathe from the grief when he woke up on Christmas morning without Erik bursting in to wake him up. It’s the only time he’s ever been sad to wake to a quiet room.

Despite everything that had happened there, Wille was almost relieved to return to school. At least at school the other students could sometimes drown out the noise in Wille’s head. And he knew he would at least see Simon.

Things were tense the first few days back. Wille could feel eyes on him at all times and he knew there were whispers as well. He knew that the students at Hillerska all knew that it was him in the video. It could’ve only ever been him in the video. He spent the majority of his time not in classes in his room. His nails had never been shorter. When he was in class he tried to keep his head down. The teachers rarely called on him anyways and he knew that any time he spoke up he’d just draw all the attention back to himself. He couldn’t help but notice that Simon was doing a similar thing. Wille couldn’t stand the idea that all of this could also affect Simon’s education too.

Wille could see the dark circles under Simon’s eyes. He watched as Simon would curl in on himself when people would stop and stare at him. All Wille wanted to do was shout at them to leave him alone. He wanted to march up to every single one of them and tell them that they didn’t deserve to ever lay their eyes on Simon ever again after the way that they had treated him. He also knew that if he interfered all it would do would make Simon upset and put the attention back on the both of them. Deep down he also knew he was too much of a coward to say anything.

“You’ll do great. You’re brave” The words echoed around in his head so many times the last few weeks he was surprised it wasn’t written across his forehead. He had never felt the furthest from brave than he did in those first few weeks back.

Which is why he was so surprised to hear a knock on his door in the middle of their second week back. He was even more surprised to find Simon on the other side, one strap of his backpack over his shoulder looking tired but no less beautiful. Wille had been lounging on his bed, trying to complete his math homework for the day but, as per usual his mind wasn’t in the right place. The knock pierced through his thoughts and Wille opened the door just barely managing to keep his mouth from dropping open.

“Simon!” Wille couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice with all of the princely training in the world.

“Can I study in here?” Simon didn’t bother with a greeting, though Wille does catch Simon’s eyes dart to where the curtains in are drawn tight. Wille was pretty sure he hadn’t heard that correctly.

“Sorry?” Wille watched as a flash of irritation moved across Simon’s face before it was pushed away again.

“Can I study here? I know we shouldn’t be seen together and everything and that this is all super complicated but everyone is constantly staring at me and talking about me and gesturing at me during workies thinking I don’t notice and the only place I could think that people wouldn’t be able to stare was here.” Simon finished the entire speech in one breath, the entire time looking directly to the left of Wille’s face. Wille was pretty that this was so he didn’t have to make eye contact. Wille shoved down the pang of pain and actually, finally registered what Simon had asked.

“Oh yes! Of course you can!” Wille stepped to the side so that Simon could come through, just long enough to notice that Malin was slightly off to the side watching the interaction with a slight smile on her face (or as close to a smile as Malin ever got). He didn’t linger on that too long, instead pulling the door closed and watching as Simon immediately set up at Wille’s desk like it was his own. Wille felt something burst in his chest at the sight. The fact that Simon still felt, at least somewhat, comfortable enough to make himself at home in Wille’s space made Wille feel like he could burst. This feeling slightly fizzled out when Wille realized that Simon wouldn’t look at him, but just having Simon near him again was enough. Wille walks back over to his bed and sits back down, not having taken his eyes off Simon since he walked in the room. He knows that Simon can feel his eyes on him. Simon has always been able to tell when Wille is staring. Wille can’t bring himself to stop. Wille feels like a moth drawn to a flame whenever Simon is in the room. He knows that Simon is only here as the absolute last resort but it doesn’t stop Wille from feeling slightly like he’s floating. He can’t help himself when he opens his mouth.

“So what…” But before anything more can escape Simon is cutting him off.

“Wille please,” The pain and frustration in Simon’s voice keeps Wille from continuing. A lump forms in his throat and his hand, almost automatically at this point, ventures up to his mouth.

“Right… sorry,” He looks away. The space fills with a tension that they both know won’t be released but Simon doesn’t get up to leave and there’s no way that Wille would ever ask him to. Instead Wille tries to throw himself back into his math assignment. Instead he feels his mind float off. He doesn’t know how much time has passed when he’s brought out of his own mind by Simon suddenly standing up from Wille’s desk and putting his stuff back into his backpack. Clearly study time is over. Wille braces himself to watch Simon walk away again. Wille keeps his eyes trained on his bed sheets but raises them again when he doesn’t hear the sound of his door opening. When he raises his head he startles slightly at Simon’s eyes piercing into his own.

“Thank you,” is all Simon seems to be able to say.

“Of course,” Wille responds, because Wille would do anything for Simon. Simon nods once and turns to the door but seems to realize he has something else to say.

“Is it… can i?...” Wille watches Simon stumble over his words, getting increasingly frustrated at not being able to form the question that he wants to. Wille has an idea of what Simon is going to ask and figures he can help him out.

“Do you want to use my room in the future?” Wille questions. Simon’s face fills with relief at the offer but can only seem to nod in response. Wille doesn’t mind the silent verification.

“Okay, well you’re welcome in here any time,” just to reiterate that Simon would not be intruding. Simon nods once more and then he’s finally making his way out of Wille’s room. For some reason, this time Wille is able to watch him go. Perhaps because he knows Simon will be back.

And so Wille and Simon now spend their workies together in Wille’s room. They don’t talk very much beyond a greeting and a goodbye but with each time Simon re-enters Wille’s room, the space between them starts to feel less and less suffocating. Wille has also noticed something else about their sessions. Every time Simon is in his room, much like whenever they used to study with everyone else, Simon will have a clementine. Wille noticed this fact about Simon the first time they studied together and, at the time, it only helped him become more infatuated. This is way, after the first time Simon came to his room, Wille started keeping clementines in his room. This is completely ridiculous, he realizes, one because Simon always has his own and two, Wille doesn’t like clementines and yet… he can’t stop.

This all comes to a head when, one week into sharing Wille’s room to study, Wille looks up at the sound of Simon cursing. At first he things Wille thinks maybe Simon is swearing over his math homework (something that Wille finds hopelessly endearing when Simon will look at his paper and say “you’re answer is supposed to be fucking 31 why do I keep getting -6) until he realizes that Simon is digging through his backpack seemingly looking for something. Simon seems almost distressed.

“Simon?” Simon looks up at Wille and he’s surprised to see that Simon is clearly upset over whatever he can’t find. “Are you okay?” Wille watches as Simon tries to valiantly slam a mask over his face and feels another crack form in his already fragile heart. He was foolish to think that, even if Simon was sharing his room that it meant anything more than Simon needing a space.

“Yeah yeah. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it,” Wille then watches as Simon goes back to pretending to do his math assignment. This is when Wille realizes what’s wrong. Simon doesn’t have a clementine with him.

Wille tries to keep the smile off his face. His time has come. This is what he’s been waiting for. This is why he’s been keeping a fruit he doesn’t like in his room for the past week. Without trying to make it into a big deal, Wille slowly walks over to the mini fridge in the corner of his room and pulls out one of his clementines. Simon still hasn’t looked up from the desk, seemingly still trying to act like everything is normal. Wille saunters back over to his bed, sitting on down next to his desk before sliding the clementine across the surface towards Simon. Simon startles slightly before looking down at the fruit in front of him. Wille watches as a whole myriad of emotions cross his face.

“You remembered” Simon’s voice is slightly shaky as he takes the clementine into his hand.

“Simon, of course I remembered. You have one of those every day,” Wille chuckles lightly. Wille is almost blown over by the look in Simon’s eyes when he looks up into Wille’s. “Plus, I remember pretty much everything about you,” Wille can’t help but add. This time Wille is the one not making eye contact. They’re both silent for a few moments taking in Wille’s confession.

“Thank you, Wille,” Wille doesn’t think Simon’s voice has sounded like that around him since “You’ll do great. You’re brave”. Wille doesn’t know if he deserves that yet.

“It’s just a clementine,” Wille tries to brush it off but he can’t help making eye contact with Simon whose expression shows that he clearly doesn’t appreciate Wille trying to brush this off. However, since Simon appears to still be able to read Wille better than just about anybody else he drops the subject instead turning his attention to opening the clementine. They go back to working in silence for a few moments when Simon looks up sharply.

“Wait, why do you have clementines? You’ve told before that you don’t like them,” At this point Wille can’t help but flush bright red.

“Uh well… I,” He tries to stutter out an explanation that doesn’t make him sound as pathetic as he is but he knows he can’t get away with this. “I mean… I don’t like them but… you do,” he finally admits. There’s silence again. Wille can feel Simon’s eyes on him but he can’t meet his gaze.

“You… you got clementines… just for me?” Simon really shouldn’t sound so touched over Wille’s ridiculous behavior.

“I just… I mean I know you like to have them for workies and… I just thought there might be a day when you wanted one but didn’t have one,” This time when Wille looks up at Simon Wille is surprised to see tears in Simon’s eyes. Wille panics.

“Simon… I… I’m sorry if I overstepped,” He doesn’t get further than that when he’s being yanked into the tightest hug ever. He startles slightly before melting so totally into it that he might as well be becoming one with Simon.

“Thank you, Wille.” Sitting there with Simon’s arms wrapped around him, sitting at his desk he finally thinks that… maybe things will be okay.

#young royals #young royals writing #yr writing #wilmon #wilmon fic #asks #miels writes #writing prompts #love is stored in clementines #books-books-smolderinglooks

61 notes · View notes

lovecolibri · 1 year

Note

Honestly I think 911’s biggest weakness is a lack of planning. We already know that their original plans for S5 fell through, resulting in BT being drawn out because Megan was available. Which, good for her, get that bag sis. Would love to know what the original plan was, but I know I never will.

And they also couldn’t have been more clearly setting something up with Ravi and his childhood cancer storyline. But for one reason or another they failed to get Anirudh under contract. Why? Who knows. Maybe they took for granted that he’d be available next year so they didn’t make it worth his commitment, which is silly with such a handsome, talented, and likable actor. He’s off to bigger and better things, and again good for him get that bag! Or maybe it’s more complicated than that and again we’ll never know.

In any case they had to drop that thread and chose to go with ignoring him entirely and hoping the audience would just forget, which to be fair has worked with some of their fuckups in the past, but not this time, guess they underestimated just how much people liked him, so they had to come up with some last-second off screen excuse for why he literally disappeared and no one even mentioned his name again. Not to mention writing Chimney off because JLH was on leave. Baffling decision making, honestly.

And anyway they don’t seem to be very good at making Plan A happen, and when it doesn’t instead of having a solid Plan B or C, they scramble and the story suffers. Then add in admitted problems with pacing and filling time and the story stops working because the tension is lost and the payoff fizzles out. Their very own metaphorical structural defects being ignored, bound to come crashing down eventually. You know that old adage about failing to plan is planning to fail. It’s true!

This is BEYOND old but like, so appropriate for right now! I honesty don't think they NEEDED to pad out time with Tay Kay because they have SUCH a large main cast, but that would require KR to care about something other than what is going on in Buck's pants and any given moment, and because SHE wanted BT, we got BT despite it making no sense to have even brought her character back in s4. What did she even do that no one else could have done? Getting *some* possible inside info in Treasure Hunt and the *getting the story on the news* bit in First Responders is the only thing I can think of, and honestly they easily could have figured out a different way. But the show cannot seem to have Buck or Eddie in a relationship without the other then seeking out one too because otherwise they don't really have anything to do when they can't be involved in their normal family unit. Which is dumb, because they could work on Eddie's friendships and relationships with other cast and same with Buck in letting them be involved in other storylines, but apparently good looking men have no other purpose but to seek out a woman to complete their family I guess, and god forbid they be allowed around each other if one of them is dating. 😒

(also why I'm very 😒😒😒 about them getting other LIs. I remember Buck not being allowed to talk to anyone but Tay Kay while trapped in his loft for 98% of s5. I hate the idea of losing out on not just romantic Buddie, but their whole friendship and the Buckley-Diaz family unit. Eddie isn't going to need Buck to bake cookies with Chris if he has a GF to do it. Buck isn't going to need to cook for Eddie and Chris and help Chris with his homework if he's busy going out with his GF. There is SO much more we lose out on when those two are pared up with other women than just romantic Buddie and regardless if these women stick around long term, I'm tired and don't want to watch MORE wasted time, and more important talks they COULD be having with each other or their chosen family members going to random characters I don't know or care about. 🤷🏻‍♀️)

As for Ravi, I'm SO happy we clamored loud enough to get him back, and also good for him for picking up other jobs when KR sidelined him and gave all his moments to L instead. You go King! But they've known he was going to be back for ages so the fact they have STILL not mentioned him in s6 until he's randomly back on screen is just a) poor planning, pacing, and things happening off screen that KR thinks is fine to mention in interviews instead of actually on the show people are watching, and b) feels very vindictive because everyone loved him and hated her little self-insert character. But whatever, he's back now and I'm very excited to see him again!

But for REAL, they need to get KR out of the showrunner chair. The pacing and arcs and whole entire show has suffered enough that even the GA is tired of cyclical plots and characters going nowhere just repeating the same storylines over again, and with the show not having the depth and feeling it used to have. When even the casual viewers are picking up on and calling out things like Buck and Eddie's friendship being sidelined, or Madney stuff happening off screen, you KNOW it's bad. Also, regardless of demo (which doesn't matter as much anymore with them not getting ad revenue as much, thanks T for pointing that out!) the number of viewers has dropped DRAMATICALLY. And at some point the network cannot justify spending that kind of money on a show that isn't bringing in the money OR accolades. (like LS getting notice and awards for it's representation and diversity for example).

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #911 spoilers #buddie #ravi panikkar #anti bucktaylor #clearing out my inbox #don't judge me some of these are going to be so old...

17 notes · View notes

deeptrashwitch · 9 months

Text

So, I was thinking over my tired mind after doing homework.

Happens that I might be a little bit obsessed with MW and MWII recently, or maybe is like a lot.

And since I was scrolling tumblr with insomnia at goddamned 3:00 am in my country, I found some amazing artists over here. I especially liked a lot @sleepyconfusedpotato 's pictures, and don't get me started with Jade and Ghost's stories and pictures, I BECAME A BIG FAN!

Anyway xd long story short, during the afternoon I got inspired.

One thing lead to another and meanwhile I was fuc***ng my ears hearing music, well, I ended creating an OC. I'm absolutely terrible in any attempt of drawing something, and I just wrote about it, so, sorry for the lack of images in this!

Being tired enough to overpass my shame of sharing my characters, i want to introduce you to her! Also, maybe...she can get along well with Jade? Who knows

-------------------------------------------------------

Name: Cpt. Alicia Marchant

Age: 32 years old

Birthdate: October 15th 1993

Born in: Arlington, Texas

Hair, skin and eyes: Black, brown and nut brown

Height: 1.80 m

She got tatoos on her arms during her high school time (also ended being chewed out for her mother while her father laughed for DAYS because of it 😅)

Half american, half colombian

Have a lot of scars, the bigger ones are on her face across the mouth and part of the nose that's why she keeps a mask over that half of her face

Knows six languages, but hate speaking russian

She'll never leave any of her soldiers behind, even if that means getting hurt while saving them

Loves dancing, singing and writing (only God knows what she writes)

Doesn't know why, but coffee makes her sleepy and yet, still drink a big cup every single morning

Her team see her as a calmed big sister off duty, but they are TERRIFIED if anyone dares to piss her off

Pretty quiet when is on her thoughts, but agressive if you wake her up without a warning -Price learned this during a mision, never did it again-

-------------------------------------------------------

Welp, that's it, see ya! Hope you liked it as much as i enyojed to do it.

#call of duty #tired #oc #i'm hungry #i dont fucking know what i'm doing #sorry for the bad english #cod mw2 #mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #my ocs #ocs

3 notes · View notes

fragilediary-of-evren · 2 months

Text

April 16th, 2024 - I love life

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✮

Today was WONDERFUL!

It was a great day. I woke up early and ate a good piece of lasagna. My classes were good, I talked and laughed a lot with my friends.

Also, he's getting more handsome every day.

And then when I went home one of the flowers I see on the street fell to the floor. I picked it up and now it's on a jar full of water.

I searched for it on Google and it turns out it's a moonflower. It's one of my favourites! I was so happy.

What's more, is that I CLEANED MY DESK. OH MY GOD. AND MY COMPUTER IS ON. This is incredible. I feel so good about myself now.

I ate noodles a while ago and I don't know if I'll throw up or just explode. But it was worth it. I love noodles.

Tomorrow I have to go to gym class. It's gonna be so cold! It already is now... And I can't even go to sleep now, I have to finish my assignment. And do some homework. I'm so tired.

Well, I'm always tired. No surprise.

But I'm still happy. I'll go to sleep with a smile tonight. But first, I have to write at least two pages of information to explain a goddamn myth created by Plato.

Why? lol

Anyway, that was all. I enjoyed everything.

Rest well!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✮

#fragile cosmos #fragile posts #diary #im so happy #i love life #i felt well #it was cold #and rainy #and sunny #i saw him #and it made my day #aaaahhhh #splendid

0 notes

saheira-dreams · 5 months

Text

22/01/2024

Happy belated new year!!!

So I was abroad this holiday and basically FORGOT that Tumblr existed and that I had even started a blog which, now that I think about it, really annoys me. Like, how do I forget about something like that?

Anyway, school started a couple weeks ago and I'M WRITING MY IGCSEs THIS YEAR. I have like 8 months left which actually seems like such a short time and I'm not JUST a science student so if you put together bio + chem + physics + comp sci + HISTORY (there's an actual shit load of content there) + all that french VOCAB + those 15 poems for literature which I haven't touched since last year along with a novel, and two other plays we'll be doing this year, all for literature, I get a TON of stuff of study.

And because it's our IGCSE year, our teachers are taking things really seriously-- we've got afternoon lessons and Saturday classes. This is all really hectic and tiring but you know what?

I actually enjoy it.

I feel like, we're making valuable memories which I may think back to a decade later. Who knows where I'll be?! My friends and I try to be there for each other, make jokes, chat in between (and sometimes during) classes, pass notes and just have a good time together through the dreary lessons. Honestly, when I think back on it now, the events of today, of Saturday, of Friday last week, my heart feels...warm?

I don't know if it's like 2024 energy or something but I think I decided to better myself, for myself. I started journalling, I think. I made a pretty cover for the month and a habit tracker to track my daily goals like drinking more water, studying and reading every day etc. And honestly, I'm not doing too bad. I was pretty consistent in recording during the week and only did none of them on Sunday which is now my only weekend day so I shall forgive myself for missing Sundays.

I've been obsessed with green and stem academia more (I even edited my intro). I don't know why, green academia kind of just resonates with me and STEM academia just gives me motivation. For the longest time, I just didn't know what I wanted to do, despite taking quizzes and stuff, but finally decided that I would be a doctor or somewhere near to that. But I didn't know what kind of doctor I wanted to be, nor did I have any motivation, and STEM academia just gives me an insight into the life I may lead by pursuing medicine which gives me motivation to work hard now rather than to regret it later and get a life I will be proud of. Chaotic academia is still a part of me, no question! I'm generally chaotic so my lifestyle just has chaos integrated into it. I can't get rid of it anytime soon XD

Anyway, that was a long rant. I'll try to post more often so that my posts will be shorter and not as long as this XD

To all the students out there, good luck with your studies, exams, homework and school life in general!!

#academia #studyblr #student life #green academia #chaotic academia #stem academia #stem student #science student #first post of the year!!#long post #i should be studying #sorry for the rant #oh well #good luck on achieving your goals!!!#chaotic

0 notes

biggestqiblifan · 7 months

Text

Self-harm

Be warned, the following content has self-harm and may be upsetting. And I genuinely feel sorry for anyone reading this and finding it relatable. I hope you get through life ok.

Please understand that I'm not writing this to get attention. I have immense troubles with talking to people about my problems. I don't know why, and I just can't seem to fix it. I prefer to just hide it and pretend it doesn't exist. After all, what was the point of admitting its existence? It can't be fixed.

But today, I just feel this need to randomly rant, even though I hope no-one will see this.

Note: Please if you're @moonelight, please, I'm begging you, keep scrolling. I'm fine.

After seeing a post from @tastetherainbow290, I just wanted to let off steam.

If anyone needs to talk, I'm here. Please DM or ask me anon/yourself.

I came home one day from school and just, fell apart.

My brother was playing with a friend, so the house was empty. I was glad. I tried to pull myself together, but it barely worked. I cried silently in the hallway.

Then I heard my brother knocking on the door and it was scary, wait, TERRIFYING how fast I managed to get my shit together, and put my cheerful mask back on, in seconds I was at the door and the two of them didn't notice anything. After helping them and giving them an excuse about homework, I shut the door and went to my room.

After chucking everything onto my bed, I just lay there and tried again to calm myself. It worked. Then as I gazed into my mirror, I realized that I SHOULD cry. I never let myself cry. On instinct. But this time, I felt like I just needed to, after all, there was no-one around.

I'm such a fucking hypocrite. Its astonishing how often and easily I go against my own advice and comforts/comforting words I offer.

So, I cried. Then I began beating myself. I also contemplated suicide and wondered why my life was so fucked and miserable, and how I manage to put on a smile everyday. I just remember telling myself that I just couldn't wait for when it would end.

I've asked several people what they think of me. Every. Single. One said that I was like an unwavering ray of sunshine. Always happy and outgoing. I should've been happy that my facade was working so well, but it scared me instead. I ended up telling my seat-mate in math a secret I only admitted to myself a couple of days prior.

I told her, "you think I 'm always nice and outgoing? Always happy, outgoing, reaching, being the one to take the first step and time to be nice? Well, that's because no-one was like to me.

My past is wounded and scarred as hell. But I live with that.

Anyways, I just needed an outlet, so I went to kitchen and got my hands on the sharpest knife in reach. Since I cover my arms, no-one would know, I cut myself. Dozens of times. Then I shaved the skin on my hand, it was soon red and raw. Sometimes I still feel like I can feel the sting, before it just fades away into nothing.

I remember, every time I did it, I muttered to myself "you deserve this."

Then I remember the horrible laughter that rang from my throat. And every now and again, my mind makes me believe that I can still hear it .

Haunting me.

But really, I'm fine. My friend pointed that out one day. We were sitting in English and she'd noticed how tired I was. Then she caught me out. She said: "You always say, you're fine and that you can do this."

I can't break that habit. If I go on about my flaws, then this will turn into a book.

Sorry to anyone bothering to read this. I didn't mean to ruin your day with sad, self-deprecating sob stories.

After all, I'm just a stranger.

So my apologies, have a cat.

#sad #self h@rm #cat #i'm fine #don't worry #cry #crying #mask #rant #blades #cutting #punishment #hiding #bad habits

1 note · View note

quirkless-accident · 2 years

Text

Honesty is the Worst Policy

Let's hear it for drabble #50! I've been super excited for this one. Words cannot describe how much I appreciate all of you. Your support and enthusiasm makes writing these much more fun, and I'm happy that you all are as excited about these as I am!

-----------

The day had started off normal. Great, even. But he should have known to wait for the other shoe to drop.

It happened during lunch. He had gotten a stain on his blazer, and, well, his parents already didn't like buying him things, and it's not like he could afford another. So he was doing His Best™.

He had been chatting actively with Tucker, Sam, and another one of Sam's new gen ed friends, who had reached over him to slap Tucker, and had used his arm as leverage.

But he hadn't noticed. Nobody had. Not until he had gotten slammed into a wall by Bakugou and his dumb explosions during Foundational Heroics.

"Are you okay?" Uraraka had asked, hands hovering over him.

Yeah, I'm good, is what he had tried to say. What had come out was, "No. My head hurts, I'm tired and I'm pretty sure at least one rib is broken."

That had been more than enough for him to get his ass sent to Recovery Girl. And like always, as the end of the session she asked the same question.

"Anything else, Dearie?"

And he tried to respond with his usual, "Not today! Maybe tomorrow I'll have a concussion for you!"

And then she would swat him with her cane and send him on his way. What came out, however, was nothing like that.

"Not anything you can fix. I'm kind of a biological anomaly that can't be fixed."

He fled before she could ask him questions. She would probably tell Aizawa about it later, but that honestly sounded like a future-Danny problem. Present-Danny was currently trying to get a hold of Sam.

"Aren't you at training?" She asked him.

"Bakugou broke my ribs and I had to get them fixed," he says, and he can't tell if it was against his will or not. "But something is wrong. I can't-the words that I want to say aren't coming out. I just told Recovery Girl I was essentially a freak of nature. And I didn't want to."

"Sounds like Shinjistsu accidentally activated her quirk," Sam replied. She sounds far to calm about this for Danny's liking.

"Okay. Where is she so I can turn it off?" He'll apologize for his snappiness later. Right now he needs to get his brain fixed so he doesn't accidentally spill anything terrible.

"You can't. It has to wear off on it's own. I think she said it lasted a week? Maybe a month? I'll have to double check with her. I think part of it is answering all questions directed towards you, too. Honestly, obviously."

Danny wanted to scream out in frustration, but instead of doing that, he forced himself to take deep breaths. "I'll have to give you my phone, then, just in case," he said. "And I have to tell Aizawa. Maybe if I'm lucky he'll excuse me from class until it wears off."

"Why don't you just tell him the truth?" Sam asked. "I mean, if anybody is going to believe you-and help you-it's gonna be the guy who got totaled by a Nomu for you."

"Because he might tell my parents and they already don't like me. And you know how they feel about Inviso-Bill. I don't really wanna be strapped down to a table and experimented on, Sam."

"Ugh. Right. Listen-I'm super sorry but I have to go. But talk to Aizawa, I'm sure he'll help you out."

-------

Sam is a big fat liar.

He had turned over his phone to her after telling Aizawa who told him he still had to attend class.

"Whatever petty teenager bullshit you have going on isn't important enough to have you skip out on class," he had said.

It wasn't too bad at first. For the first two days he wasn't asked too many questions. Not any that he wouldn't have answered honestly anyway. And when they got back to the dorms, he would hide away in his room and work on homework to avoid a mental breakdown.

Aizawa had notified all of the teachers, but none of his classmates, per Danny's request. The less questions he got, the better. And man, were they good at asking needlessly invasive questions sometimes.

It was on the third day when everything went to shit.

He was walking into class, debating on whether or not he wanted to invest in some kind of muzzle when he was hit with a question by his least favorite person.

"Danny-what bra size is your sister?" Mineta asked him from across the room. His voice carried, and nearly everybody went quiet, but Danny saw red.

"I don't know. I don't care. But if you ask me anything like that ever again," he let his eyes flash a dangerous green, "then I'll punt you into the fucking sun."

"Geez, no need so be so sensitive. Why is your quirk so creepy like that, anyway?"

"Because I'm dead."

The words had left his mouth before he could even properly process Mineta's question. And it was said with such a finality, such a certainty, that even if he hadn't been under the effects of a truth quirk, he's pretty sure a couple of them would have believed him.

"He, yeah, right," Mineta said. Danny could practically feel Mr. Aizawa's gaze on the back of his neck despite the fact that he was hiding behind his desk in his sleeping bag. "Tell us the truth."

"I am."

He's starting to think that maybe he should have let Aizawa tell the class he was under the effects of a truth quirk.

"Oh yeah?" Kaminari asked. "How'd you die?"

"I got electrocuted with millions of volts of ectoplasmic electricity and it bonded to my DNA."

There was a bark of laughter and a couple of applauds from his friends for committing to what was obviously a very hilarious bit. But the more he spoke, the more he could feel Aizawa's gaze boring into him.

But thankfully, he was saved by the bell.

---------

"Class dismissed," Aizawa drawled, but his sharp eyes were sitting firmly on Danny, who didn't move an inch. "Fenton, stay behind."

He wanted to punt Mineta into the sun. It hadn't been a threat when he said it earlier. It had been a promise.

The class cleared out quickly enough. His friends only lingered for a couple of moments before being dragged away by other classmates. The entire time, Danny stared at his desk, unable to look up and face his teacher.

Because Aizawa knew he had been telling the truth. Had known that he couldn't lie. And now he knew he was a freak and he was going to tell his parents, and when they found out they were going to strap him to the table in the basement and-

"Danny, breathe," Aizawa told him, stepping into his vision. Danny squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

"I don't need to," he said against his will. "Fuck."

If Aizawa had a problem with his swearing, he didn't show it. Instead, he sat down in the chair in front of Danny's desk and placed a warm hands over his cold, trembling ones.

"Are you okay with answering a few questions?" He asked. And, wow. Danny hadn't been expecting that. He had been expecting a full-tilt investigation into his weird tragic backstory. But Danny could see it. It was the illusion of choice, whether Aizawa saw it like that or not. He could answer yes, and spill his guts. Or he could answer no, and be pestered about it later, and with his terrible luck, he wasn't going to count on that being a time where he was vulnerable.

So he nodded his head yes.

"What did you mean by you being dead?" He asked. Danny just shrugged.

"Exactly what it sounds like," he says. "Sort of. I'm half dead."

"How did-how did you survive?" Danny didn't miss the hesitation in his voice. The uncertainty of the words coming out of his own mouth. And Danny couldn't blame him, not really. If he was Aizawa, even with a truth quirk playing a part in all of this he wouldn't believe a word he said either.

"My parents are ghost hunters and they experiment a lot with ectoplasm. I think a lifelong exposure is the only thing that saved me. Er-well, half of me, anyway."

"So your other half-your Phantom form...That's your ghost form?"

"Yeah. My superpower is dying on command."

"That's not funny."

"I'm not trying to be."

A tense silence fell between them. Danny met dark eyes, but the only thing he could see in them was genuine concern. And...And maybe Sam was right, he thinks. Because the only thing Aizawa has ever done for him is help. Whether it be from a panic attack or a walk to Recovery Girl or giving him harder course work because everything else was just to easy. He helped Danny in any way he could.

Could he help here?

Danny averted his gaze to his shoes.

They were bright red with black laces, and more bulky than the average shoe. There was only one brand that sold half-decent shoes that fit the feet of quirkless people, and they only came in one color. It was a constant reminder that he was different. Even with the power that he had now, he was still different. Because he had things that he didn't need, like an appendix, wisdom teeth, an extra toe joint.

He's seen Midoriya with the exact same pair. There was an understanding between the two, though they hadn't talked about it. Maybe after all this was over he would spill his guts to him. But right now, he needed to spill his guts to Aizawa.

Because if anybody was going to help him it was him.

-------

Aizawa wanted to throttle the people who hurt his kid student. From the beginning Danny's been a twitchy, anxious mess, just like Midoriya, but he had passed it off as social anxiety because he wasn't the one breaking his bones every day.

And he wasn't stupid. He noticed the shoes. He and Midoriya had the same ones. As an Underground hero he's seen more than his fair share of quirkless murders or suicides. Always young. Always powerless.

But these kids have power. Almost too much, if he was being honest. He figured that maybe they just had abnormally wide feet, and needed the extra space. But after hearing Danny's confession-about his parents, about his death, he was cursing his past self for being so ignorant. He should have looked at the signs and connected the dots a lot sooner than this.

And the worst part was that he was telling the truth. There's no way he could tell a lie.

"Why...Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Aizawa had asked him.

"Because I didn't want you telling my parents," Danny answered.

"Are you safe at home?" Fuck, was this kid abused? It happened often with quirkless kids. And he could see it being a super awkward conversation with his parents that he was just a late bloomer. A late bloomer with a quirk directly tied to their profession.

"I don't know," Danny answered. "Probably not. They're not good parents."

The words seemed to slip from him without consent, and Danny's eyes widened, as if he was just realizing this for the first time. It was a possibility-it's not uncommon for the abuser to make their victim completely rely on them, or to make them think nothing was wrong.

"If you elaborate-depending on what you say-I can get you out of their custody by the end of the week."

"Including my sister?" Danny asked. His voice was quiet, and he was suddenly met with wide, blue eyes. They looked absolutely desperate for help.

"Including your sister. So...Do you want to elaborate?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay if I record this conversation? It can be used as evidence later."

"Yes."

"Okay," Aizawa said, starting a recording on his phone. "What makes you feel unsafe in your home, Danny?"

------

They had talked for hours. Long past the normal time for a teacher and a student to be speaking. Maybe he could just pass it off as a tutoring session. It was no mistake that Danny was working on more advanced math and science classes. Growing up in a lab gave you a leg up on some things, he supposes.

He was drained, and all he wanted to do was eat and go to bed. Maybe he could skip the shower and just take one in the morning. He hadn't gotten to gross from training.

He held a hand over his mouth as he let out a large yawn, while his other opened the door to the dorms. It was around dinner time, so the common room was in full swing with students milling about here and there. Danny genuinely enjoyed his time with all of them, but tonight he just didn't have the energy. Maybe he could sneak upstairs and just have a big breakfast. That could work, right?

"Hey, Danny!" Uraraka greeted. "Did your talk with Mr. Aizawa go okay? You were gone for a long time."

"Yeah, it went...Really good, actually. But I'm really tired so-"

"-What did you guys talk about?" Kaminari asked him.

"About how my abusive neglectful parents inadvertently caused my death."

"Wh...Bro, are you okay?" Several others were starring at him now, and-oh, that's right. They didn't know he was under the influence of a truth quirk.

"Not currently, no. I had a really emotionally draining conversation with Aizawa and I'm tired of being so open and vulnerable with everybody."

"Then why don't you just shut up?" Bakugou barked. He got a couple of glares from his friends for his trouble.

"Because I got hit with a truth quirk and now I'm forced to tell the truth. It'll last for another...four days? That's what Sam said, anyway."

"So if we ask you questions you have to answer truthfully?" Sero asked.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"So...You're actually...Dead?" Ashido asked him. She looked like she was about to cry.

This was going to be a long night.

"Half dead," he corrected. "It's why I have so many powers that aren't linked together."

It was strange, hearing these words coming from his own mouth. It wasn't hard to talk about with Sam and Tucker since they were there when it happened, but telling his classmates was a completely different experience. He wasn't stressed necessarily. It was just odd that his normal anxieties about being caught were overridden by the quirk.

And, maybe, there might be a small part of him that was tired of hiding. He trusted his friends. Everyone in this room, with the exception of a tiny purple menace, he trusted with his afterlife. If anybody was going to hurt him over this, it wouldn't be these guys.

"What was your quirk before you died, kero?" Tsu asked.

"I didn't have one," Danny answered automatically, and okay. Maybe things would change now. Because he definitely didn't want people knowing that.

He noticed the way Midoriya and Bakugou flinched, but it was missed by everybody else, who's attention were all laser focused on him.

The class was stunned into silence. The only sounds they could hear was Danny's rapid, panicked breathing. He didn't want this. He didn't want to talk about his quirklessness. It had caused so many problems for him his entire life. Why was talking about his death easier than that?

He would have to answer that question later. Because now, he was too distracted by Midoriya standing up. He slowly walked over, and when he got to be arms length, he held them out.

His arms were littered in self-inflicted scars from his bones breaking over and over, but with his sleeves riding up, he could see the edges of starburst scars and permanent red handprints.

Danny opened his own arms out, and Midoriya crashed into him. His ribs were thankfully fully healed. otherwise the hug would have been painful with how tightly Midoriya was squeezing him.

He's not sure how long they stood there for. It could have been seconds or minutes, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was finding comfort with the one other person in this entire school who could understand him.

Because being quirkless in a world full of superheroes was a fate worth than death.

It was abusive parents. It was being berated every day by peers. It was hard fists and brutal kicks in back alleys. It was the threat of death looming over their heads every time they were out and about. It was the ache in their chests when they read an article about another quirkless death. It was the silent mourning as peers mocked the dead the next day and pretending that it didn't bother you. It was starring over the edge of a roof and thinking, maybe today's the day. And, unless your last name was Fenton or Midoriya, it was unescapable.

At least with death, he had been, in a way, set free. Because now, he knew where he was going when he finally passed. The illusion of peace was broken right alongside him when he activated that dumb portal.

Eventually he and Midoriya let go. Unsurprisingly, Midoriya has tears in his eyes, but he's got a small, watery smile, and Danny thinks that, yeah, with someone who understand by his side, this will be easier.

------

The rest of the week is a little rough. The class did not take his death as lightly as he thought they would. Thankfully they had banned Mineta from even being in the room. And they had promised not to tell anybody outside of the class.

And though things were a little weird, it wasn't all bad. Aizawa, as promised, had gotten custody of him and Jazz. Over breaks and some weekends, they would be staying with him. And Hagakure, who's been pestering him about his nonexistent love life since the start of school, finally got him to confess about his crush. Danny avoided her for the rest of the week, and prayed to whoever was in the sky that she didn't spill the beans.

Todoroki was, oddly enough, a silent comfort. Whenever things were getting to be too much he would ask Danny to help him out with something random. In the end, they would just sit in one of their rooms and sit in a comfortable silence, or sometimes they would invite Izuku-because that's who he was to Danny now-and they would talk about shitty fathers with unrealistic expectations.

Danny found the whole ordeal oddly freeing. It was like he could breath properly again for the first time since he got his powers. He hadn't realized how much those secrets sat in the back of his mind, taunting him about his peer's reactions. But now that it was out in the open, there wasn't anything to fear. Not really. The people who knew all cared about him, in their own ways, and he trusted that they would protect his secret.

After all his dirty laundry was aired out, the rest of the week wasn't super terrible. But the best part was when how he found out the quirk wore off.

It was a bright Saturday, filled with a warm breeze and laughing classmates as they all hung out in their various friend groups. The girls were having a picnic, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were actively trying to piss Bakugou off, and Midoriya and Uraraka were laughing at something Ida had said-and judging by the boy's face, he had no idea what was so funny, which sent his friends into another round of hysterics.

Sam, Tucker, Shinsou, and Shinjitsu, who had apologized profusely, sat with him under the shade of a tree. He was half-asleep next to Shinsou, laying in the soft grass and being lulled to sleep by the sounds of Sam talking and Tucker tinkering.

Hagakure, Jirou, and Momo walk up to them, all looking a little too smug.

"So, we Danny, we were talking about what you said to Mineta a few days ago," Jirou says, and wow, she's not trying to hide her mirth at all.

"Which part?" Danny asked, still half asleep.

"When you said you would punt him into the sun," Hagakure said excitedly. "You were under the truth quirk. Does that mean you can really do that?"

"No, I was just talking out of my ass," Danny said. The sarcasm was more of a reflex than anything, but it was enough for him to jolt upright a moment later.

"Hagakure, gimme a lie."

"Uh, you can't punt Mineta into the sun?"

"I can't pun Mineta into the sun," Danny repeated. He couldn't keep the grin off of his face as he jumped up. Without warning he picked up Hagakure excitedly. He repeated the phrase, growing louder every time he said it. The attention of his classmates were on him again, more confused than anything.

"I don't see why you're cheering about that," Uraraka tells him. Danny sets Hagakure down and runs over.

"It means I can lie again! I'm more than capable of punting him into the sun but now I can say I can't!"

In all his excitement, he wound up in a jumping circle with all of the girls, save for Jirou and Momo, who had a finger on her chin in deep though.

And after, Danny will be pestered about how he can go to space, unharmed. About how, yes, he doesn't need to breath in his ghost form, he's dead, so he can last long enough to get to the sun. And Aizawa will give him a half-concerned raised eyebrow and makes him promise to not actually commit to such an act.

And later he will also have to go to court against his parents and admit to them that he is no longer fully human. He will have Aizawa and Jazz by his side, as well as Nezu. And he will fight great, wonderful battles that bring the rest of them to their knees, but Danny has always been stubborn, so he refuses to go down. And when the ash will settle, he will stand tall as a glowing beacon of hope.

But that's for future Danny to worry about.

Right now, Present Danny is just excited that he can punt Mineta into the sun.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #truth quirk #izuku midoriya #deku #red shoe theory #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #dadzawa #boku no academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #dp mha crossover #tw: sui mention

309 notes · View notes

persephoneyss · 3 years

Text

Doomeds.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x f! Reader. Ft. Bts.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, anguish, suspense.

Summary: ❝We are doomeds, wandering in eternal suffering.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, stalking / stalking on cameras, humiliation, unspecified forced marriage, n*n-c*n explicit sexual relations (on the reader), abuse of power, implicit murder, drug use, kidnapping, hitting, manipulation, dating previous trauma, alcoholism and depression (in Yoongi), accusations of infidelity, dub-con (in Yoongi's case), the reader is in school but is of legal age, death threats, really strange facts. Possibly this would qualify as dark fantasy since everything is so unrealistic.

Number of words: 10,000+

︙Author's note: *sighs* This is the longest fic I've ever written, and I honestly don't know how it turned out because I didn't read it twice like I always do before publishing it. But my beautiful baby helped me correct, I hope you enjoy it and please read the warnings well, I do not want lawsuits. Thanks for being here!

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

Puedes leer este fic y más aquí en español.

If they ever had to ask the reality of events it would be ... Unbelievable. Thinking of how just a simple action changes everything in an already established and perfect environment.

A life.

Your minutes, hours and days were the same under your criteria and eyesight, you study in the mornings, you work in the afternoons and you attend to your homework at night. It was a good routine that used to be repetitive at times, it was fun to follow, even more so in your part-time job.

You could meet many people working in one of the best cafes in the city, your classmate insisted too many times that you work with her saying that could recommend you and you should not even pass a test, they would only accept you for her.

It was a good opportunity and you accepted it with a smile, although she was long gone from work, you were still grateful for the good salary and health insurance that they gave you every month.

"An American coffee with a spoon of sugar and a green tea cake with cream on top." Your mouth and hand move in sync, the client nods silently. You smile, pointing out other details before asking what name you would give the order.

With a sigh, he name came out like a gust of light wind. "Min... Min Yoongi."

You write his name on the screen, the little receipt paper comes out of the machine. You hand it to him by brushing his hand with yours, strangely cold and pale. A chill runs through you but you ignore it, continuing with your work.

"Good Morning _____!" One of the employees greets you kindly, you correspond still concentrated on serving the mysterious stranger's coffee. "Do you have a request for me?"

"Oh, uh... Yeah, this is for table four."

Yun smiles taking the tray with Yoongi's coffee and cake, arriving at his table. The man's expression can be dazzled even under his black mask that covers half of his face, his eyes look for you before colliding with you. YYou refuse to play along, continuing with your work, you had a lot to do and wasting time flirting wouldn't really help you make money.

However, it became pointless trying to ignore him when he kept coming back day after day. Week after week. Tormenting your head, Yoongi was not the first nor the last handsome man you would see coming often, your work establishment was literally in a strategic area and not cheap, you knew that many men and women with money frequented them to drink a coffee or eat some delicacy, even sometimes they only came in to sit for a few hours attending to their affairs over the phone.

It was fine, it was comfortable. You weren't expecting too much, sitting behind a counter, always having to fake a smile despite being tired.

Perhaps it was the constant visits that led you to start a conversation with him. You had about an hour of rest, you prefer to spend those few moments sitting in front of the window of the premises eating any cake that was a few days before expiring to avoid paying for consumption, you felt comfortable in that place that seemed so far from all the other clients.

Until his voice interrupted once, he seemed as calm as ever. His gaze lost from you elsewhere avoiding making contact with you, nervous apparently. His rough and austere tone was changed to a bolder and lower one, asking if he could sit next to you for a few minutes.

"Sure, sit down... he's not busy." It was your answer without having any problem in sharing your place so secret, so comfortable. It was still just as safe even with him present.

And in much the same way, everything became a silent routine. You heeded his order, you took your rest next to him and then you both left at one point. The talks became more common, he being the first to ask about such insignificant things as the rise in the market in the country and how prices should start to rise in coffee as well.

You laughed, you really did it by getting his attention and sharing your reaction.

They both started laughing at how strange it all started, and it was always the perfect anecdote to tell their friends about how they met.

Everything was perfect, like a painting by a great artist, what you would see would be beautiful and cheerful colors, adorning both of you possibly holding hands with a smile and a loving expression from the man who was now your partner. Her pale skin and angelic face represented on beautiful thin paper, presented to the world as a painting that reflected a symbol of love between two souls met in a casual cafe and who wanted each other so much. Too much.

Yoongi was the clear representation of an ethereal person, casual and elegant, polite and kind, protective but not possessive. Simply to the target.

Your routine didn't change much after starting your relationship, you kept walking to your school in the mornings, you attended the cafeteria in the afternoons and you rested at night. Perhaps the only significant thing that you would get out of your boring schedule was your boyfriend's proposal about moving with him to the house of his best friend, almost a brother as he described it, and avoiding paying for your little apartment. You had made one and a thousand excuses, making Yoongi shut them all up.

"Jin is my brother, he would never take advantage of us. I already mentioned the proposal, about you... I have been living there for a few weeks, I assure you that you will be like family."

Family?

Your face relaxed for a few seconds, you had abandoned that feeling and sensation long ago since you moved from your home in your native country. Your mother used to call you every night but little by little that habit was lost, she also had her own problems and being aware of you as if you were a child was ridiculous.

"It's fine." It was your final decision, nervously you moved your hands in the air explaining what you would not accept.

Do not invade your privacy.

You had spent days thinking about how to introduce yourself to them, because apparently there would be more than just Jin, Yoongi and you in that house. Your things were scattered in boxes, you stood in the middle of the almost empty room still nervous about meeting new people and friends of your boyfriend.

That they were now family. Literally family.

The moving truck was parked in front of a large house, it had two stories and an incredibly large garden. More like a forest than an ordinary garden, you got out of the car trying to clean your clothes as much as possible and look presentable. Although it was difficult when your whole body was covered in dust after lifting the boxes.

"I'm not ready, Yoon." You say, containing your anxiety that vibrates to the surface of the skin within you.

Her hand gently brushed your cheek, giving you a bit of reassurance. "You look beautiful, they will accept you anyway." Her lips came up to yours, giving you a quick and soft kiss. "I just remember that I love you, and I know all my brothers will too because you are perfect."

You thanked the little compliment in a whisper, the door of the house opened just after the two of them left, you automatically showed a friendly smile approaching the first person to leave. He was a tall and rather handsome man, he seemed very well dressed to be indoors on a Sunday, more like he was going out to an important business meeting. He looked flawless and elegant.

"The suit was not necessary, Nam!" Shouted your boyfriend behind you mocking, the man laughed showing all the charm of him to your eyes.

"I'm Namjoon, Yoongi's friend. Nice to meet you... _____, right?"

"Yes, it's me. Sorry to see me so disastrous, it was a tiring day with the move."

Namjoon seemed like a very nice and incredibly understanding guy, his presence made you want to meet your boyfriend's other friends. You opened the door entering the house after Yoongi asked you to find your room to start carrying the other things, Namjoon stayed behind to help him, leaving you alone on your unknown route. You walk all over the place and you are surprised that you only walked through the living room, your eyes straying to a noise in the kitchen.

Curious.

You ignore it, continuing your way up, you read every name on the doors. Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. All written brilliantly on each different door, you walk a few steps to one that says your name and you thank it with a sigh.

You weren't surprised by how big it was, everything inside that place seemed to be exorbitant and out of the ordinary.

"Oh, it must be you." You are surprised to hear a voice behind you, you turn around in fear before remaining calm. You recognized her face from a photo Yoongi had on her phone.

"Jimin?" You ask with fear of being wrong.

"It's me, it's nice to finally meet you. Jin-hyung said you're moving in a few days, I didn't think it would be so soon." His voice seemed to be calm but there was a hidden question. Why? Why were you there?

You take a few uncomfortable steps back. "It really was, but ... I thought it would be better to do it today that I don't have classes, plus Yoongi doesn't work this day and it seemed like the right thing to do. I'm sorry if bother you."

"No you don't. it's okay, Welcome." With that one simple word he left.

You thought you would have a longer talk with him but you weren't expecting too much, they didn't even know each other and you plan to chat with him like they were old acquaintances. Well, naive.

It seemed strange to you that no one else showed up in the whole house, even when you were uploading the last boxes of the move no one seemed to be a little curious to meet you. Aside from the already friendly Namjoon and the reserved Jimin.

"Yoon" You get his attention, he smiles at you taking the sheets out of your suitcase and making your makeshift bed ready for the night. "Do your friends work today?"

"I guess so, they really don't spend a lot of time together or at home." Explain without noticing your downcast face. You nod, putting the issue aside and concentrating your eyes on arranging your clothes. "Hey... Okay, you can meet them all at dinner today."

Your chest clenches in anguish, "Dinner?!"

"Yes, darling. It's the only time they meet all day, when Jin-hyung cooks for us especially on days like these where we have pleasant surprises."

You purse your lips annoyed, Yoongi smiles kissing your forehead so carefully and lovingly that it melts your senses. The mere presence of him made you want to continue with him forever, you relax for a few seconds hugging his body in silence. They both stay like this, with nothing to say but telling each other everything at the same time.

The thought of ever letting go scares you.

You wait several hours, still sitting in the same place where Yoongi left you. You should be presentable for dinner, you take a quick shower before running to change into a nice comfortable dress, you try not to overdo it but also not show disinterest. From the stairs you hear everyone's mixed voices, chatting animatedly.

"Honey, come here." Yoongi watches you, being the only one to notice that you were peeking in the shadows still unsure of interrupting.

You say hello by walking a few steps until you reach your boyfriend's side, you present yourself the best you can. Everyone falls silent, Namjoon smiles at you just like he did before. Jin interrupts the moment where no one seemed to have anything to say about you, or if he wants to want to introduce himself.

"Today we have a special guest, the dear girlfriend of our brother. I introduce myself, I am Jin the official cook of this family." His body bends down with an exaggeratedly long bow, proud of his words. Jimin rolls his eyes, while his other siblings just choose to tease. "On Yoongi's orders we made her favorite dish, so I don't want any complaints of any kind about the food. I'm looking at you Jungkook."

You are surprised how well everything is going, you feel praised when your favorite food is in front of you. She looked just as elegant, as if you were eating in a five-star restaurant and at a luxurious table with silk tablecloths.

Jungkook still stayed away from the talks, preferring to eat quietly and fiddle with his phone. Hoseok was more animated, asking about you and exaggerating anecdotes that happened with his childhood friends. He moved you that he will still remember all that after years. Namjoon vaguely drew your attention with book recommendations when you commented on your love of reading, Jin quietly continued eating in complete tranquility, Jimin thanked the food and just left.

Taehyung... He seemed interesting to you, he was looking at you all the time with narrowed eyes and when Jimin got up and walked away, he followed closely with a small and almost hidden smile.

You had a strange feeling inside what they called home.

"I-I... I need to use the bathroom." You say goodbye by wiping your lips with a napkin before quickly walking behind them both. Something attracted you to want to know more, as if they were leaving clues knowing that curiosity killed the cat and that you wanted to be the one.

Your steps were quiet, even more so when you tried not to be noticed . You went upstairs listening to their voices whispering and then... An obscene moan was clearly heard, Jimin seemed to laugh in the air.

Your hands shook thinking of opening the door and seeing what was happening. And without knowing it, you had fallen into the same network of attraction as them.

You curse yourself biting your tongue and cheek until they bleed, sure that you were going to make a big and heavy mistake. Minutes later you are going down the stairs back to the table but no one is waiting for you anymore, the table was just as spotless and clean. You are pleasantly surprised to learn that they don't treat you like a guest and that they don't wait too long for you. Maybe they had things to do, however you feel a chill when silence comes.

Where were?

You look around the yard, but no one is outside. Neither in the kitchen and less in the room where you had already walked twice. You catch the sound of drums in your ears rumbling loudly, you close your eyes in a daze for a few seconds until in an instant it goes away, and then everything comes back to itself. You hear their voices upstairs, chatting animatedly for the second time.

"Where were you sweetie? Are you okay?"

You nod still confused. How did they... When was that... You were really fine? You refuse to fall into paranoia and lie down next to Yoongi, as they continue their conversation with each other. Your head keeps spinning with the fresh memories you have, but they seem to disappear second by second and it scares you, you open your eyes without wanting to fall asleep yet but it is as difficult as breathing.

You fall into the dark abyss of sleep, feeling the same chill.

Your gaze is lost in the gray sky, you are cold and your body is swaying. Your eyes move restlessly observing that you are under the snow and a person holds you in his arms through the forest, walking at a slow and safe pace.

It's fine. Are you okay.

Wake up. Yoongi greets you from the door of your now room, you try to regulate your breathing thinking that he would notice your overwhelmed state and he would worry, but no. He is as calm as ever, relaxed even.

"Good morning beautiful, it's time for breakfast. Jin-hyung made your favorite." And with that last sentence she is shifting away, closing the door behind he.

You go down the stairs ready to go, your backpack resting on your shoulder. The table is just as full as at dinner, Jimin seemed very tired trying not to fall asleep, you watch him for a few seconds before looking at Taehyung who ignores you taking his cup of ... Coffee. You approach making him recoil alarmed and disgusted, you check the cup realizing that it is the same recipe that you use in the cafeteria.

Like them?

You look up noticing that, you were uncomfortable, Taehyung takes a few steps away from your body almost leaning against his, still sitting in his chair. You apologize to him making me sigh irritated, still ashamed you apologize again without eating or serving anything, just leaving through the front door.

Your journey is reflective. You forget, dream and recognize, that was the pattern you were following, everything seemed so strange and deep down gloomy, you feel the already casual chill running through your entire body almost like a warning.

Your seat in class was empty waiting, ready for you. Ari greets you, being your table companion and friend.

"Hey, intense night?" She jokes, you look shaking his head. She laughs pointing your neck. "You have... something there."

She frowns even more confused, her face leaves her smile aside and she starts looking at her things until she takes out a small mirror and she hands it to you. You look with horror at a large red bruise painting on your skin, it seemed painful but you had not even noticed or felt it. You touch it still scared and nothing, it doesn't hurt or it seems real.

You take a deep breath before lying with silly chatter, "I had an accident, but I'm fine. I had forgotten I was there, it was nothing serious."

Ari seems worried but in the end she forgets it by returning to the same kind and joking attitude of her, but her gaze drops from second by second to your neck making you cover yourself uncomfortable. Who? It can't be Yoongi, he was always very calm in that regard. You think terrified, your hand goes up to touch it and this time you manage to feel a sharp pain.

You have to cover it with the collar of your shirt so that no customer will notice it and avoid staining the reputation of the cafeteria, you smile nervously taking orders as fast as you can and avoiding looks. Yun greets you like every day, arriving at his work time. You spend hours begging for the clock to advance faster, the night sky appears and the doors close, you clear the last counter before you can finally show your neck again and breathe.

"That's a big problem." Yun whispers looking at the horrible mark, you nod with a sigh giving the same stupid excuse you told Ari. "You should use a little makeup to cover it up, I think it will help you a lot."

You think about it for a few seconds before deciding what you would do. You bow to him with a bow after he offered to close in your place and finish the remaining work for you.

You come home with a smile, you greet Namjoon who is reclining on the couch in the living room watching something on TV. You wait a few seconds but you do not receive a small or accidental look, you approach a few steps to repeat it again but you only get him to get up and go upstairs closing the door of his room apparently with a door slam. What the hell? You think covering your face with your hands looking for some comfort.

Everything was happening inside you, it was like a whirlpool sweeping away your sanity. Were you going crazy? Or you were just thinking a lot about nothing.

You try to draw a picture of your situation, but the only thing that repeats is the constant painting of Yoongi and you together.

"Yoongi!" You say to yourself with a smile, you drop your backpack running towards his room, wanting to see him after such a day.

Your hopes fade like air, everything within the space him screams 'he', but he is not there. You check the safe time that he should be home at that moment. You hear Jin's voice screaming from below about dinner ready, you sigh losing your appetite at those moments.

You lie on your bed checking your cell phone in case there was a message from Yoongi warning about he delay but nothing. You feel empty for some strange reason, but there was nothing different about it now.

If I had been more attentive and conscientious, you would have noticed that two more people other than Yoongi and you were missing from the table. Jin smiles sitting in his same place leaving your plate not caring without you being there with them, his smile never fades even when all his brothers are sitting silently eating and looking at your empty place so intensely that it was terrifying, he squeezes the cutlery in his hand without wanting to break the tradition in his family.

Dinners are sacred and no one should be missing. There will be no discussions or complaints, that's what the rest of the time is for.

That was what her mother said, sitting at the table in her old home containing her anger at seeing her husband so calm after having been unfaithful once more. Not on the table, not on the table.

Not on the table, honey.

Jimin opened the last bottle with a little satisfaction, poured another glass before handing it to his friend who was only glaring at the ground.

"She's not like that... I know her." Repeating the same stupid prayer for hours, Taehyung rolled his eyes trying to calm his annoyance, looking at his other friend insisting that he help him.

"Yoongi-hyung you saw it yourself, she had that... That mark. you didn't do it, maybe Tae is right and she-..."

"Not!" I scream interrupting what to him were lies. "_____ she's my girlfriend, she's not like that. I know her ... she loves me! She loves me! Do you understand?" Says exalted, holding the shirt of his friend who closed his mouth immediately, Jimin noticed that same reflection of anger in him and knew it was better to leave it for now.

Taehyung pushed the drunk Yoongi away from his side, making him release him and repeat the same phrase as in his state, he tried to believe himself.

The door to your room was opened and the smell of alcohol invaded you, making you look disgusted. You closed your eyes without wanting to see him, his body fell to the side of your bed approaching your body so slowly that the anxiety inside you doubled.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered.

His hands rested around you, giving you that warmth so familiar and comfortable in your gray days. A sob was heard while you lost yourself in your own thought, you watch it melt into your arms crying and without wanting to tell you why.

"It hurts." It's the only thing it says. But... Why?

You wake up. Just like a week ago, days had passed and it seemed like your skin kept accumulating horrible marks all over the place. You even went to consult a doctor but he only insisted that something... Or someone did them with such fury that it was incredible that a piece of skin will not be torn off by the force of his suction.

You touched the last mark that came, it was dangerously close to your crotch, you try to hide the others with makeup but they were still visible at a short distance.

You went down the stairs to see them all again, you greet with regret taking the first thing you find. Your mug had your name written on it, it was a rather curious gift from Jin after your melancholic night with Yoongi days ago, he apologized explaining that he felt bad after hearing all the sobs and apologies. For a moment you thought it was something exaggerated but he kept insisting that he felt bad about himself, not with Yoongi who was almost his brother or with you, with him.

You accepted it without wanting to show your dislike for his selfishness and narcissism, thanking him so softly that he hardly heard you.

The special drink that morning was coffee... Americano. You felt insecure to drink it, and you just put it aside.

Same recipe.

Yoongi looked at you for a few seconds before smiling fondly, and you just looked away, leaving him with a confused face as you walk out the door so quickly that he can hardly feel you.

He sighed before being drawn to Jimin's grin-adorned face, he shrugged, hinting at his silent opinion. She is not faithful to you Yoongi, why do you keep waiting for something good? Only looks at her body, her attitude and who she surrounds herself with, it is a classic of womens. You will know that she is a fox hidden under her sheepsuit, just observing her more and you never leave her.

The marks on your body, your cold attitude made him more and more suspicious and fall for Taehyung's profound words. She bit his lip, refusing to spy on your life away from him... Out of his sight.

But he really wasn't doing anything wrong, just observing. In his now dirty head, everything was valid if he could know the truth.

You did the same thing you always told him on his nights where they stayed up talking about his heavy days. You went to school, to work, and then home. Nothing changed your version.

I try to focus on your friends, there was only one girl you spent more time with in your classes and after them. He researched everything about his life, but he had nothing to worry about after learning that he had a boyfriend. He passed your work, standing outside for hours waiting to see you do something dirty or guilty, but you never seemed to move.

You just served the orders and then kindly said goodbye to the customers. He felt guilty for doing something so low to you, until he saw you.

To you.

Your smile grew when one of the workers who was your partner approached your place in the box to whisper something in your ear, you left your place following him towards the warehouse.

Anger consumed him quickly, refusing to continue standing there observing the obvious, possibly he was being irrational and he knew it but the constant insinuations of Jimin. The conversations with Taehyung, his words, his suspicions, the pleased looks from they when he fell back at his feet asking them to tell him what to do with you.

With his damn relationship.

Where were you and him. Not them. You and he.

He opened the door to your room and started going through your things like a degenerate, something must have made him sure that you were cheating on him. Something, a letter, a note, a gift from him, or a simple cheap jewel.

This was your Yoongi? You were clearly looking at another subject.

"Yoon..." You started, his eyes coldly piercing you. He looked different, he was looking at you but you didn't feel safe being so close. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I do?" He asked how else he will not point to the obvious, for a moment you thought that even if it was, out of respect or dignity, he would try to deny it or find another explanation for his actions so offensive to you. "Where is?"

"Where is what?" You claim, starting to get angry, his eyes leave you again as he continues searching through your drawers, dropping everything to the floor with thudding noises. You get closer trying to push it away but you only get rejection. "Stop it, Yoongi."

"Not until you say so."

You freeze without knowing what he meant by the latter, you take his arm to stop him but you only receive a push that makes you back away this time scared by the force of his attack. "Enough!" You claim this time by making him look at you with his cold eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about and why you're doing this, but enough."

"Then say it..." You shout again that you don't know what he wants you to say, you even curse furiously making him come closer to support your shoulders with his hands bringing you closer to his face. "Say it damn it! Say you're cheating on me with that bastard son of a bitch!"

You feel the pain of his grip, you sob, begging him to release you but are ignored as he continues to ask you to say so. You refuse to lie, especially with something so degrading.

Jin hears the screams as he continues serving the dinner desserts, Jungkook strangely puts aside his phone for a few minutes to thank him with a small toast and a smile that was rarely seen on him.

"The dessert tonight is sweeter than usual."

Jimin raises his glass with a bright smile, Namjoon adjusts his tie tied perfectly around his neck as he sips from his glass, Hoseok laughs eating the delicious cake with enthusiasm.

Curious, a green tea cake with cream on top.

"It's a shame Yoongi-hyung misses out on dessert." Taehyung speaks pretending a pout on his lips, playing with his spoon with the cream on her plate. "It is especially exquisite today."

"Stop playing already, when will you do it? I'm looking forward to getting started." Jin snaps angrily, pushing the cake out of her sight as he drinks from her wine glass.

Jungkook laughs, turning his phone back on to continue playing as usual. "So impatient, hyung." He says he with a click of annoyance.

Jin rolls his eyes, following her gaze to Jimin who is innocently cowering in her chair. Ignoring how completely obsessed Jungkook is with his games, it really was not his business,for something his youngest friend had his parents, who were too busy with their work, they ran the largest electronics factory in the country, leaving his son in the background just giving him everything he asked for without objection. Always showing a smile when little Jungkook came before them demanding a new console or the best phone.

"It only remains to wait..." Whispering, he released a patient Hoseok. His smile as charming as ever. "For her to decide what to do and then... Plot! She fell into the wrong well."

"I hate when you describe and talk like that, but I can't expect much from a Jung... like you."

However, Hoseok never stops smiling even when anger is consuming his mind causing him to clench his fists under the table and bite his tongue inside his mouth, hidden by his gleaming and visible teeth. Namjoon smiles at her, knowing that she managed to provoke him but that she won't do anything to shut him up.

"Pathetic."

Motherfucker.

Jin breaks the tense silence, shushing everyone with a snap. That silence. Nobody hears anything from you or Yoongi, for a moment they feel the anguish that something bad has happened or that his friend has lost a bit ... The hand. But just seconds later you're rushing down, wearing the same clothes and your face covered in tears. You don't even look at them when you run to the door, leaving a trail of emptiness behind you.

"Hm, intense." This is Jungkook speaking, his eyes still lost on the phone screen of him playing a silly online championship. "She will be fine after hours."

"Jungkook is right, now we must move with Yoongi."

Namjoon gets up walking to your room, surprised that everything seems almost the same as it was before their fight.

He smiles when he manages to see his friend laying on the floor sobbing, and like that children's book called Pinocchio, he feels good being that cricket-shaped voice of reason. Only this time that sweet and serene voice, released one and a thousand blasphemies that would contaminate even the most devout by his beliefs.

He managed to convince Yoongi's easy to manipulate mind, blurting out words almost like a song. Playing with the naive self of hes that still lived and breathes inside him.

You had come home after days of spending with Ari and her boyfriend away from him. You really didn't want to set foot in that house again in years, a small irrational part of you believed that it was all his fault, your real problems started when you set foot in that damn place.

You open the door observing the room in the same way, empty. You try not to make yourself feel ready to go to sleep, without having been able to do it in days, but now you doubted that it would be different here.

You remain static in view of everyone, you had forgotten that at that time they were having dinner together. They only met once a day and it had to be right there.

"Good evening, sorry to interrupt." You ignoring Yoongi's gaze that, he's trying not to get too excited about your return, even though she causes he to euphoric whirl. "Carry on, I'll just go to my room."

"Please no, sit with us."

"I'm not well."

"I insist, sit with us. They were difficult days but I know they can fix it." Jin puts a plate in front of one of the empty chairs, you refuse to sit down but you do it out of compromise.

Everyone seems to be exclusively quiet, dinner was gray, like a black and white painting. Remember the first dinner, where everyone seemed to have so much to say and now that was left behind, Jungkook continues to play with his phone sometimes moving his plate by accident, without touching a single silverware with the intention of eating. Jin eats in peace, so slowly that he is strange. Namjoon reads a book in his hand, eating so cleanly that it's amazing.

Hoseok looks at you playfully from time to time, with a smile that almost makes you smile the same. Jimin and Taehyung seem to communicate silently, they both look at each other with slight grimaces and smiles.

"We can talk?" Yoongi whispers, you feel her breath next to you and instinctively you walk away scared. Still hurt by her actions and attitude, you give your vow of silence by standing up and without saying goodbye, you walk up the stairs.

"How rude." Jungkook interrupts, keeping an eye on his screen lighting up his beautiful face. "He didn't even taste the food."

Yoongi looks at Jin, her oldest friend and the one she trusted the most, seeking some advice. But just gets the same treatment as always, a look insisting that go with you and try to fix her mistake.

However, it was late. You had packed a makeshift suitcase by going down as quietly as you could, exiting through the back door like a thief or a fugitive.

You spent days thinking about your cowardly way of running away, but in the same way you felt better and even more so when you did not receive any message from him. Maybe it wasn't that important to him, it hurt but it also relieved you.

You knew it would be awkward to see him in the face again, but you should go back and get your things over with as soon as possible. You naively thought of forming a friendship, a very distant one, but in the end it would be the healthiest thing for both of you.

"______?" Asked the person who opened the door after you barely managed to ring the bell due to nerves, he was clearly confused.

"W-good morning ... Jin." You greet by taking a few steps back to get a better look at it, you had forgotten how tall it was. "Sorry to bother I just wanted to -..."

"Talk to Yoongi? I'm sorry but he's already better without you, he even met someone new." You were surprised by his austere, sour tone and trying to intimidate you. "And you better go, you are not welcome here."

"No ... No, I-I came for my things but I'm glad to know that it's better now, and that ..." The words stayed in your mouth, almost as if it hurt to admit it. "I was able to find someone, I hope we can be friends. Also with you, I'm sorry I left without explaining or saying goodbye properly."

You waited what seemed like ages for her response, and you expected more than a simple nod of the head, letting you pass without a hitch. You searched your room quickly, trying not to have any contact with any of them for now. You opened the door that had your name on it but you were scared by what you found inside, the whole room had been painted blood red, a very dark color that managed to give you such familiar chills.

"What is this? Where are my things?!" You turned around ready to go and claim but the door closed behind you with a stormy noise. You ran to try to open it but it did not move an inch, you searched the whole room for something useful to help you but it was completely empty, and alone.

You sobbed in fear, not understanding what was happening and why it seemed that the walls were getting narrower every second. You fell to the ground, trying to stay calm and without losing your goal, hours and even days passed for you, you waited to hear at least one noise but everything was so quiet that you had to avoid going crazy, you played with your hands trying to distract yourself and think positive things, you had read many books about stressful situations to know that thinking a lot about those things caused even more stress, you lie on the floor sure that a nap will calm everything down, if it was a nightmare you wanted to wake up and if not , you wanted to dream that it was.

A lock, you hear that particular noise and you wake up. You open your eyes as fast as you can lifting your body, the door was slightly open as if someone was exiting. You scream for help but it closes, you fall back into sadness and despair screaming even more for your freedom.

You didn't deserve this.

You look with regret at the delicious food they left for you, for a moment you think about going on a hunger strike but your stomach demands you not to be so stupid. The same would not change anything. Regardless of manners, you eat as fast as you can, dropping quite a bit of food on the ground in your rush.

It had an exquisite taste, and you could recognize it everywhere. It was one of your favorite dishes, you felt disgusted to compare it to your mother's food, but as magnificent as it was, it reminded you so much of her.

You wait for something to happen, but minutes go by in which you just look at nothing, letting your head fly. Thinking of a thousand things, playing with the spoon and singing in a low voice.

You feel hot from one moment to the next, your vision becomes cloudy and the door opens again. You just stay in the same place, you don't care about anything, not even how they hold you by helping you walk into another room.

"You were right, she is very calm now."

You look at him, their faces so familiar and you try to place them, but your head is flying away at that moment. You close your eyes laughing, and drifting into unconsciousness.

You wake up. You open your eyes and you are tied, you struggle with the ropes that hold your arms while the bed below you makes your body bounce. You touch the sheets realizing that they are extremely soft, you are in an unfamiliar room surrounded by scarlet red, with elegant and shimmering decorations. You try to stand up but your legs, like your hands, are tied.

And you're still quiet because of the rag in your mouth.

You fight the bindings furiously, screaming into the cloth as much as you can get sick of being locked up again.

You think of Yoongi, although at that moment it was irrelevant you wonder where she is and if she knew that she was being kidnapped in such a way, would she help you at least? Resignation covers you completely, fighting the bonds again with such force that you feel like they burn your skin every time you move.

You sob, just as he did one fall day.

Yoongi watches you from the monitor in another room, Jin is talking to Namjoon to the side while Jungkook is still sitting in a corner entertaining on her phone. Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok seem reluctant to look at each other despite facing each other.

Remember the day, the one in the past, when he met them. Jimin and Taehyung were already friends playing in one of the children's castles, with their hands pretending to be weapons as they ran around. Hoseok was sitting next to his mother, talking and apparently they had a lot to say. Namjoon did not detach from the side of his father who urged him to go up to the games, while Jin was busy collecting Flowers in a basket that his grandmother was holding.

They were all strangers and even more so he, felt out of place surrounded by so many games and away from home. His parents had freed up a whole day to spend together in a decent park, it was several hours of travel from Daegu to Seoul only for his son to play in a beautiful park surrounded by luxurious buildings.

He dropped down next to her mother, hugging her without wanting to let her go.

"Min Yoongi, we didn't take this trip just for you to sit there all day, son."

"I'm scared..." he whispered, biting her lip and hiding her face in the neck of his beloved mother.

"I see... but the games look so much fun. Run and try them, love."

He nodded still uneasy, walking over to one of the swings where he sat rocking so slowly that he seemed still. He felt hands pushing his body from behind, scared he looked at the boy behind him, he had a smile on his face and waved him with a hand.

"Sorry, I thought you needed to be pushed." He spoke and did not seem at all nervous.

"I'm fine, but thank you..." There was a momentary silence before he interrupted again. "I am Yoongi."

"Hoseok, although my mommy calls me Hobi."

He smiled, offering himself this time to push the swing, they spent minutes like this just helping each other take a walk pleasantly. He didn't even think about it when Hoseok offered to talk to Jimin and Taehyung about how they'll all play together in teams.

Now in the present, he smiled again remembering how he met Jin that same day, he had collided with him when he was running so as not to be caught by Jimin. His older friend was flushed with anger, screaming for her flowers and his dirty clothes. His grandmother teased him a bit making him deny even more, he followed Yoongi for several minutes until the chase because of her desire to hit him became a game.

They both fell to the ground tired, laughing before Hoseok introduced himself to Jin. Namjoon arrived shortly after, curious about the commotion and why he had gotten bored of sitting for so long, as he explained later. Besides that his father didn't have the best conversation starters.

He cried so much that very day when he had to go home again, promising to return soon.

"We have everything ready, are you ready?" Jin stood next to him, his eyes looked at him but he couldn't recognize his childhood friend. The same one that he offered to organize his birthday parties when his parents could not afford them, the same one that he never took advantage of his money to lower it. The one who hugged him as many times as he could when he came out of his therapies after his parents died.

Who was this man?

"Y-yes." He murmured still stunned. He got up, following in his footsteps with his head lowered.

They opened the door showing him, you were distracted biting the cloth in your mouth and trying to move your hands to free them.

Your body felt the same repetitive chill making you look at them feeling their presences so... uncomfortable.

"Enough." Jin ordered as you continued your insistent useless movement, trying to free yourself. "I'm not playing around, stop."

Me neither, idiot. You clench your teeth as much as you can at not being able to say it out loud, you stubbornly keep moving even faster than before. Your hair falls on your face from your busy tossing and you stare at him, challenging his patience and judgment.

You try not to tremble when he approaches you with intentions that deep down manage to scare you. But you continue, the bed moves as fast as you do until his hand falls against your cheek causing a gasp to come out of your gagged mouth.

"Hyung!" Yoongi claims holding her hand to prevent her from trying to hit you again, you feel the particular burning on your right cheek and the tears growing back in your eyes. "Please, no blows. That was not what we agreed on."

Jimin cleared his throat, a satisfied smile on his face, "We never specified anything, actually... Yoongi-hyung."

"Jimin is right, you never specified any kind of restriction for her and us." Namjoon clarified making you look at them confused, it was as if they were talking in terms of employment or contract.

But you had never signed anything.

"B-but they can't do that, they'll never accomplish anything if they force her." He tried to persuade him but Jungkook sighed, dropping his phone to the ground and then stepping on it like it was worthless. "She will just hate them."

"She will do it anyway, if we let her off her or try to convince her to stick with sweet words she won't think twice and she will run away ready to report us for kidnapping."

"In addition to the damages that she suffered here." Namjoon continued to condemn Jungkook, uplifting her surname and her family's status.

"You are in this with us or against us, there is still a free place in the basement for you with chains just as heavy."

Again, the same chill ran through you causing you to cringe in your place. These men were insane, they were capable of betraying each other, and worse, they could possibly also consider shooting themselves in the back when they weren't looking at each other. All for you, as if you were some kind of prize for winning and owning.

After moments that seemed eternal, Taehyung was releasing your mouth as you began to complain about what they were doing, how they dared and demanding freedom.

Really a classic, so much so that it was witty and hilarious that you said it literally.

They forced you to kneel on the ground with your hands on your legs still perfectly tied. More questions filled your mouth not knowing what they were planning, all you could do was look at them so scared it was adorable.

"Uh... Well... I guess one should go first." Jin says, taking a few steps away from your crouched figure.

Jimin stepped forward, standing in front of you causing you to look up from your spot below him.

"What are you doing?" You ask weakly, you try to drag yourself away when his hand struggles with his pants to remove it but Jin holds you in place. Getting on his knees to speak into your ear softly.

"You better take a breath instead of trying to run away, honey. I thought you were smarter... hm?" He laughs mocking your scared face, you refuse to open your eyes and mouth making him stop laughing in annoyance.

Jimin sighs taking your face in his hands so roughly that they will surely leave a purple mark on your skin. He was still dressed, I was hoping I could humiliate you more and then fuck your mouth until you suffocate while his hyung explains everything to you. How it all started, his obsession, his plan, they had planned everything so perfect that it was terrifying, everything monopolized on one board.

Soon as soon as possible you will just be a cute housewife and you will forget your life before that day. Not for nothing did they have a closet full of cheerful and homely outfits ready for you, they wanted to destroy you and then put you back together just to serve them.

You would be his wife, of everyone.

"Come on, little bitch..." Jimin started, reaching over to kiss you on the lips even though you refused to do so. You really no longer had a vote or a word of objection in his plans. "Open your eyes darling, you don't want a stray bullet to land in your mother's skull, do you?" He threatened making you obey even more scared than before.

"P-please don't hurt my mother!" You sob, clasping your tied hands in supplication.

"Oh, we won't.... yet." He whispered kissing your lips one last time before imposing himself on your kneeling body. Her cock came out of her pants, stroked a few times before guiding it to your lips. Your stomach contracted, and you pulled your face away as far as you could before Hoseok held you by the hair tightly pulling you close again. "Take it, baby. Everything will be fine if you just obey."

"I hate them, they disgust me" You whisper before Jin forced you to open your mouth making you take it, you fight for a few seconds but her hips are already moving making you choke and gasp. His moans are so loud they make you squirm but his hands hold your head close to him.

"I told you you'll take a breath, but you're a dumb whore." His breath is hitting your neck directly, your skin crawling trying to distract you from anything other than Jimin's cock in your throat causing you to gag and vomit. "I bet you're wondering why, what did you do, and nothing really. Or if Yoongi!"

You do not look at your boyfriend before, you only focus on Jin who smiles, caressing your body with his hands, almost exceeding your limits. However, what did it matter if he did it, there was nothing you could do for yourself.

"You were only here, I think we all loved you from the first moment we saw you. We spent many nights wondering what was special about you, many of us had dated women before but you... You were so different, you had something that attracted us and it made us go crazy. " His hands squeezed your breasts causing you to gasp on Jimin's cock who moaned with pleasure, continuing his steady and hard rhythm. "Taehyung got involved in the matter. "

Jimin smirked when your eyes went up to him, your eyes showing how angry and helpless you felt. And it was exquisite.

"I bet you didn't know about your beloved boyfriend's background,locked up in a rehab center for alcoholics for two years. Three years taking therapy for his depression after the tragic death of his parents, quite strong actually." His words had such a strong past but from his mouth they came out as if it were not so important. Something common for him. "I'm surprised he loved you so much and didn't tell you."

You cried unable to turn your face to look at him, deep down you wanted to put Yoongi aside and not hate him for this. But it seemed almost impossible when he was there, doing nothing, so calm that it was unreal that he had ever looked at you directly and declared his love to you over and over again. For months.

"He really was fine for a while until we decided to make him fall again, one drink after another... First trust him, then question their relationship and finally make them argue." A laugh left his lips, it was almost uncomfortable that he was the only one doing it. Everyone else was so quiet just watching. "But I can't give myself all the credit, let me introduce ourselves well, my dear."

Jimin walked away from you letting you breathe again, you had almost forgotten that he had been doing that act against you. Your tied hands help you hold off the ground by not being able to breathe properly, you feel so weak that you are about to pass out but you refuse to look weak in front of them.

"Kim Seokjin, son of the best chefs in the country and heir owner of thousands of five-star restaurants, inside and outside the country." His body crouched down, making an extremely long bow. Namjoon stood next to him, with the same smile from the day he met you. "Kim Namjoon, the only and adored son of the best lawyers and mayoral candidates, future presidents if occasion permits." There was a strange tone behind his voice, with a knowing wink. "I thought you can guess what Hoseok's parents do, but I'll tell you just in case. Great psychiatrists recognized for their countless achievements outside and within the country, having a tradition from generation to generation, capable of manipulating even the cleverest mind like yours."

Hosoek smiled at you, but this time his smile showed malice and pride. All that time you were surrounded by people who wielded a certain power and influence, oblivious to the fact that they could ever use it against you.

"Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung... Maybe you heard about their surnames on the news two years ago? Families specialized in medicine, their knowledge dazzles science and biology. Before allies and now both surnames are enemies competing for the market, but who would say that their children would meet secretly and use their same knowledge to retain a precise treasure." His hand stroked your hair causing you to recoil angrily, with a grimace of disgust and resignation. "Well... Finally Jungkook, son of the best technology creators in the country. Capable of creating anything, millionaires obviously, like everyone. Faithful lovers and devoted to he son, giving him everything he wants. " He stopped for a moment and then brought his hand to your ear taking out one of your earrings, you looked at him confused before he opened it showing a tiny device that lit up. "Even creating a more than wonderful device, a tracker of the smallest size."

You opened your mouth completely petrified, looking at each and every one of them. Most of them had a firm and conceited posture, but your eyes only looked at him.

"Were you in on this?" You ask by moving your body slightly, Yoongi only remains silent, avoiding looking at you at all costs, even if it is out of mercy you demand a simple word. "Speak! Tell me! Tell me!" You scream completely out of control, letting out all your frustration and anger with him, just him. It's all his fault. "Tell me now! To finally be able to completely hate them all... Please tell me, I just want to stop inventing and fooling my head trying to justify why you are standing there doing nothing for me" You sob almost exhausted, " Without helping me, when before you said you love me."

His eyes meet yours a few seconds before Jungkook chimed in, completely certain that you were trying to play your manipulation cards to get rid of them. Funny, they had done the same to catch you, their hyung could sometimes be so... credulous. That it was ironic that she was older than him.

"Good enough talk for today." He demanded, causing you to hide your head again in fear. You were so scared, even with the pain in your cheek and jaw from being forced by Jimin, you would never give up on them.

Your mouth felt dry, you couldn't remember the last time you drank water alone. As if they could read your thoughts, Taehyung appeared with a tray with a glass of water and a purple pill.

"Take that away from me." You scream when he tries to put the pill in your mouth, backing up as far as your bound legs will allow.

He sighs bored, as if he doesn't have the patience to deal with it, "If you want water you'll have to do this."

"What is it?" You ask almost breathless from the lack of water in your body, he smiles before bringing the pill to his face to look at it rolling it on his finger.

"Hm... Vitamins." Respond after hesitating. "Everything you need in one compact little pill. It was an invention by Jimin and me, we were hoping you would be the first to try it."

A few seconds ago you remember hearing about the reputations of both families, they were specialists who probably passed that knowledge on to their children. If they knew what they were doing with them, they would be shocked. Your reasoning tells you no, to throw it away and try to run away but your head and body can't take it anymore, they demand water and a rest.

"I-it's okay." You accept, removing the pill and the glass of water from the tray angrily. You put the pill in first, then the water so hard your mouth hurts from the force.

You return the glass silently, eyeing him suspiciously before sitting back down and walking a few inches away. You wait for everyone to do something, but they stay so still as dolls that it scares you, everything about them and their attitudes was creepy.

I wish you had noticed earlier.

And now you feel it, it was not pain, nor anxiety. I was just calm, the noises seem to decrease and your vision does not blur but you feel so relaxed that you do not seem to be affected by any drugs. You could feel it all, but you didn't care.

It was relaxing but you weren't far this time, you remember the previous scenes. When you ate the food they gave you, it was similar but as if it had been modified so that you can remain docile and obedient, but at the same time you know what they are doing.

Your body falls on the bed, you don't even try to get up. Your brain isn't thinking about that, it just gets distracted by the decorations around it, but it clearly perceives one of them nearby. Namjoon is behind your body lying face down, half is on the bed and your legs are still kneeling on the floor. You feel his kisses so desperate on your neck, his hands touching your breasts and stomach trying to lower himself further, anxious not to wait to fuck you as he always wanted and should have been.

You do not fight when his legs open yours with force and speed, you just stand still, thinking with your head glued to the soft sheets of the bed, deep down you can slightly feel your desire to push him and push him away furiously, you want to do it but not you do. You feel so confused that you sob into the sheets in released frustration.

"I thought I heard from you, that her wouldn't refuse anything with his stupid pill." Jin whispers, disgusted seeing you struggle with yourself in search of reason.

"I don't see her deny it." Jimin retorts, crossing his arms with a small victorious smile.

Yoongi stands aside, not wanting to accept this but likewise, like you, does nothing to avoid it while Namjoon sinks deep inside you causing you to writhe overwhelmed and let out a groan of pain, your mouth opens to complain and probably ask him to stop, but he instantly closes again only releasing more gasps and squeals.

They spend minutes with all eyes on you, taking the cock of her friend who abuses your sore pussy from overstimulation, this time you are crying and begging for mercy to stop. Even in your unconsciousness you continue to feel all the pain and also the pleasure that is now almost non-existent.

"S-stop!" You cry between gasps of exhaustion, your hands had been released by Jungkook seconds ago so that you can hold on properly. However, you only use them to try to ward off Namjoon who is holding you against the bed by slamming his body against yours with obscene noises. The bed squirms like you, colliding with the wall in sync.

"A little more baby... Just a little more... And I'll fill you with my cum, so fucking tight. You like that, hm?" Her breath very close to your cheek makes you react, you squeeze your eyes almost suffering from your next inevitable orgasm. You scream making everyone watch you fascinated by how your face contracts with pleasure and pain, you try to walk away when the moment of ecstasy recedes, but he continues to fuck you bareback hard, selfishly chasing the release of him against you.

You spent hours repeating the same routine, sometimes sometimes even more hours than you can remember or count.. Your body was completely covered with bruises and marks not only made by them manually, you had discovered in the worst way that Hoseok had a great fetish to make small cuts to any animal or person that had skin and that glistening blood came out of those wounds, red as hell and as sweet as ambrosia.

A delicacy, truly a true delicacy blessed by God.

Jin could not stop laughing at your overwhelmed face, sometimes he would sit next to you while your body was fucked uncontrollably, watching your face move on the sheets with the constant and hard movements of his friends.

"Do you enjoy it, you dirty bitch?" You knew he was making fun of it, not only because it denigrated your dignity, but also because you couldn't answer correctly and the only thing that moved was your head up and down from the thrusts. As if you were affirming his disgusting words. "You like it right?" And again. "I bet you will enjoy it every day from now on, do you want to marry us, little bitch? Be ours forever, that we fuck you every damn day like that, that we also fill you up that you would get pregnant, you would have our children , and you would gladly. Do you accept _______?"

You did not want to know where he managed to get your last name, nor your full name and less because he thought that after the effect of whatever they had given you, you would really accept being his damned wife.

But he just stands there, watching Jungkook abuse his new power against you and taunt him.

I just wanted to wait for everyone to leave, so I could hug you, heal you, and ask for forgiveness.

He couldn't save you if he was chained to the basement like they threatened to do. He was afraid of his own friends, who looked at him madly when hours before he thought of withdrawing from the plan, Hoseok as charismatic as he always claimed to be able to cut his neck so easily if I took you away from them.

Now, they were doomeds.

The painting lost its color once more.

342 notes · View notes