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gyupremacy · 2 years

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Day & Night | pjm.

↳ Pairing: park jimin x fem!reader

↳ Genre: smut, angst, fluff

↳ Au(s): strangers to lovers, slow burn

↳ Word Count: 4.7k (whew this is a big one)

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Warning: mentions of cheating (reader's ex cheated on her), blowjob, handjob, fondling, cowgirl, dirty talk, dom!jimin, sub!reader, swearing, alcohol consumption

↳ Summary: You meet a handsome stranger at the bar after a recent breakup and hit it off instantly. Sparks fly once you both get a chance to know each other better.

↳ a/n: This concept has been in my mind for a month and took me a few weeks to try and flesh out what I wanted to do. I also want to give a big thanks to @missgeniality for making this lovely banner with Jimin!

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The booming sound of loud music filled the air as you tried to navigate through the sweaty bodies grinding on top of each other, trying to find a space for you and your friends to sit.

Under any other circumstance, you would have been thrilled to go out clubbing, but the universe had other plans.

“Come on, Y/N! Loosen up a little!” your best friend Chaeyoung perked, sliding further into the booth.

“I would if you had picked ANY other day, but today to go out.” you responded, words dripping with sarcasm as you smirked.

You had just broken up with your boyfriend after finding out he was cheating on you, so the last thing on your mind was getting wasted.

“We know Chris is an asshole, but we want you to leave that jerk behind.” your other bestie Lena chimed in.

She was right, as much as admitting it annoyed you. It's been almost two weeks since the breakup and you completely managed to isolate yourself from everyone around.

On one hand, going out tonight would be a great chance to clear your mind of it, but you still had lingering feelings of sadness and anger seeing him in bed with someone else.

"Oh my God, this is my song! Chae, we have to get on the dance floor right now!" Lena squeals in anticipation, pulling Chaeyoung alongside her.

"Y/N! Are you coming?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Of course." What the heck? You might as well have fun on the dance floor to get your mind off your cheating ex.

The lights felt a bit warm as you moved towards the middle of the club. You sway your hips to the beat at a pathetic pace, earning a sigh from Chaeyoung.

"At least look like you're trying, girl." she giggles with Lena.

"Maybe if my skirt wasn't so fucking short and my feet weren't hurting in these heels, I would put in more effort." you stopped dancing to take a look around you.

Besides all the sloppily drunk girls trying their best impressions of an exotic dancer, nothing looked too out of the ordinary of what to expect at this type of scene.

That's what you would have thought until you saw three pairs of eyes staring directly at you. One of those eyes belonged to a very handsome blonde man who looked like he could be a model, hell, his friends too.

Your blue sequin butterfly top sparkled in the lights, which complemented your skin nicely. The handsome stranger seemed to notice as well, not taking his eyes off of the area between your cleavage.

"Looks like you have a fan." Lena teased.

Once hearing this, an idea sparked in your head. "Hips Don't Lie" began to play and this was the perfect opportunity for you to show off your skills.

Your hips moved perfectly in sync with the music and the smooth sound of Wyclef Jean and Shakira's voice. You moved your hand seductively over your body, causing him to bite his lip.

At this moment, it felt as if you two were the only ones here. His eyes blinking back at the tantalizing touches along your body, looking directly into his own as you moved.

Lena and Chaeyoung soon stopped dancing themselves to hype you up in return. You were so distracted by their cheers that you didn't realize the song was over.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm pretty sure Mystery Man has all of your attention at this point." Lena said.

"I'm actually pretty thirsty from all the dancing." you said, taking a moment to catch your breath.

"Good! I could really use some vodka right now." Chaeyoung pouted her lips, in hopes that you would buy a drink for her too.

"Chae, Lena and I both know how you get whenever you're drunk." you quipped.

Soon walking away from your friends, you pulled down your skirt and walked over to the bar.

The red cushion seat felt cold on your thighs while you sat waiting for the bartender to come over.

"Pick your poison." he said straightforwardly, but enthusiastic enough to see a sober face.

"How about a Margarita? Don't worry, this is the only time I plan on getting anything to drink." he nodded, going to make the beverage.

You were left alone with your thoughts, until you felt a strong presence looming over.

"I have to say I'm surprised you ordered a Margarita, but yet again, you did put on quite the performance to a Shakira classic." the voice said.

It sounded soft, but with a hint of dominance peeking out. Not wanting to be bothered by a potentially creepy drunk guy hitting on you, this was the best opportunity to let him down.

"Listen, I'm just trying to enjoy myself and I really don't need-" you were cut off once you turned around to see who the voice belonged to.

"Sorry if that came off kinda weird. I just have never seen someone belly dance so well, especially in a club." he smiled sincerely as he said this.

"Well, I've had plenty of practice." you mused.

"That's really cool. I'm a trained dancer myself." he said, piercing your eyes with his gaze.

The conversation flowed so easily as if the two of you hadn't been teasing each other just twenty minutes ago.

"Ok, so you're a dancer, but what's your name?" he blushed after hearing this.

"Jimin. Yours?" Jimin smiled, waiting for you to speak.

"Y/N. This week has been pretty wild for me." you say with a hint of disappointment.

"What happened? If you feel comfortable talking about it." he tries to ease the topic in.

"Cheating boyfriend, friends trying to get my mind off it, and here we are." you said, sarcastically gesturing towards the other club goers.

"If it means anything, he wasn't worth it to begin with." Jimin tried his best to soften the blow.

The both of you sat in silence for a while until the bartender came back with your Margarita.

"Here you go." he said as he passed the drink along.

"Hey, Daehyun! What's up, man?" Jimin asked the bartender, signaling that the two knew each other well.

"Nothing really. Just trying to get these hourly wages as much as I can." Daehyun nods in your direction before turning back to his blonde friend, sending a wink his way.

"How do you know the bartender?" you asked.

"Daehyun? We've known each other since high school." Jimin chuckles.

You took a sip of your Margarita as Jimin's eyes flicked up and down your body. His movements portrayed lust, but his eyes showed something more.

"So… um I'm not really that good at small talk, but I was wondering if we could see each other again?" he blushed behind his hand.

"Of course… Jimin." you both take your phones out and put each other's numbers in.

"When do you want to meet up?" you asked.

"How about Saturday? My place?" Jimin smiled back.

"That would be great." you say, finishing your drink.

"I'll see you soon, Y/N. Bye!" Jimin waved, sauntering over to his friends.

"Bye, Jimin." you got up from the barstool, walking back over to Lena and Chaeyoung.

“We were just about to ask what took you so long, but it looks like we have our answer.” Lena snicked.

“Y/N, please tell me you got that hot guy’s number!” Chaeyoung bit her lip in anticipation.

“I did and we’re planning on seeing each other again this weekend.” you say, trying your best to hide the smile creeping on your lips.

“You have a date, ooh!” Chaeyoung wiggled her eyebrows.

“She does and I think it’s about time we head home for you to get ready.” Lena says, before the three of you grab your purses from the booth and leave the club.

The day of your date with Jimin soon arrived and to say you were nervous and excited would be an understatement. You decided on wearing a romper rather than a plain dress or jeans since you weren’t sure what he planned for the afternoon.

Making sure you got the right address, you sent a few flirty texts back and forth to him as you pulled up in his driveway. You quickly fixed the bottom of your ensemble along with the lace sleeves, making sure the string was secure in the middle of your chest. A simple knock on the door was all that was necessary for him to come to the door in an instant.

“Hey, Y/N! You look amazing.” Jimin said in awe of what was in front of him.

“Thanks! You look very nice yourself.” you complimented, taking in his own appearance.

He wore a crisp button down white shirt paired with black pants and black dress shoes. His blonde hair that caught your attention during your first meeting was slicked back a bit.

"Let's go inside." Jimin said.

You both walk into his house, taking in your surroundings. If you thought the outside of his house looked great, inside was even better.

“I’m glad that you invited me to your place, Jimin.” you remarked, taking a seat on his couch.

“Clubs are nice places to link up with people, but I prefer just relaxing at home.” he says, taking the spot right next to you.

Jimin brought two glasses of red wine that he made prior to your arrival. You take one, bringing it to your lips, in order to get a taste of the drink.

“Mmm, the wine is delicious!” you giggled.

“It’s my favorite. My friends, Seokjin and Hoseok, and I are experts when it comes to alcohol.” Jimin joked while mentioning his friends from the other night.

“So… you said that you were a dancer. What else do you do for fun?” putting the wine glass down for a moment to learn more about him.

“Music for sure. My friends and I make music together and I love R&B." Jimin smiled.

With this notion, he gets up from his seat on the couch and grabs his phone from the counter. Jimin connects the Bluetooth to the speaker on the counter, shuffling through his Spotify playlist.

“Usher, huh?” you say, quivering your eyebrow at him.

“He’s my favorite, I had to.” Jimin says at a whisper level, standing right in front of you.

He took hold of your face with both hands, leaning in for a kiss. His lips felt like two flush pillows against yours and his bore into your own as if waiting for more. You caught on, instinctively opening your mouth a little more for him to slip his tongue between.

“Your lips taste like wine.” Jimin remarks, quickly bringing you up to put his hands on your lower back.

He grabbed your butt through the fabric of your romper as he felt you pressing against his member. Jimin moved his hands lower, grabbing underneath your cheeks before making a bold exclamation.

“Jump.” he said with no hesitation, soon finding comfort in his arms.

The two of you continued your make out session while Jimin carefully navigated his way towards the bedroom.

He put you carefully down on the bed, taking his time with you. You propped up on your knees, grabbing Jimin by his hips and toying with his belt. The belt was soon foregone as you lightly tugged on his pants.

“How about I make you feel more comfortable?” you purr, looking directly into his eyes, pulling his pants and underwear down.

You took his cock into your hand and pumped his shaft up and down. Jimin dipped his head back, moaning at the contact.

"That's so good, Y/N." he caressed your face, watching you bob down on him.

Jimin quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor. He was so relaxed in the moment, until you took him further into your mouth.

"Holy fuck, right there!" he groaned out, before removing your mouth and hand completely.

You untied the string to the romper, letting it slide down your body, leaving you naked along with Jimin.

"No bra or panties? You are one wild woman, Y/N." he smirked, soon finding a condom in the process.

"I have to keep you on your toes somehow." you joked.

Jimin brought you on his lap to sit on top of his member, leaning upwards for a kiss. You rolled your hips back and forth savoring the intimate moment. You reached underneath your bodies to grab his cock and slip it between your folds.

"Ah fuck!" You exclaimed, getting adjusted to the size.

Soon finding a good pace, you started to move up and down on him. He took a hold of your hips guiding you through the motions.

"You take me so well. I wanted you the moment I saw you dancing the other night." Jimin said through moans, watching you unravel from his touch.

"Such a dirty fucking mouth. I guess having a mouthful of dick wasn't enough for you." his words went straight to your core as you leaned back, watching as one hand cupped your breast. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and that was the moment you felt your orgasm approach.

"Jimin, I'm gonna come! Let me come please!" you moaned out.

He took your words as a sign to continue his grasp on your hips, feeling the sensation wash over you. Jimin didn't waste any time before he came inside the condom.

It took a moment for you to regain your breath when he took in your appearance.

"Do you need water, Y/N?" Jimin asked, making sure to check on you afterwards.

"I'm fine, but thanks for asking just in case." you smiled.

"I had a great time today. If you told me last week that I would be on a date with the most beautiful and interesting woman at my house I wouldn't believe it." Jimin looked at you, his eyes bearing into your own.

"I had a great time too and I hope that we can have another one soon." you said, both putting your clothes back on.

"So, Y/N, do you want to stay for dinner?" Jimin said hopefully.

"Of course, Jimin. I can't wait to see where we go from here." you said.

"Me too."

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 3 years

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Matthias Helvar x fem! Healer! Reader - Mine

A/n: I don't think I've finished a request fast... Looks longingly at all the other drafts that are requests. Fuck.

Warnings: Kind of sexual at some points, injuries, mentions of death, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Request: Can I please request an soft, romantic oneshot of female!healer!reader and Matthias Helvar falling in love with each other, please? thank you so much!!

I do not own six of crows or shadow and bone or its characters! I also do not own this gif!

Matthias had first meant her lying in bed.

He had been hurt and everyone was internally freaking out because the Fjerdan never showed any pain yet here he was lying on his death bed the screams of pain coming from his lips every now and then.

Blackness was looming over him, there was no light he couldn't feel Djel like he should have. Maybe his sins had lined up too high, or maybe Djel had abandoned him like Nina had. He didn't know what was going to happen, all he knew was that death was almost certain at this point, he could hear the wolves howling in the distance. They were coming for him - he was sure of it.

Something he didn't understand happened though. He was in the dark taking his last few breaths then a blinding light that must have been sent from Djel himself came barreling through the door kneeling right in front of him.

"Not today." The woman muttered as she hovers her hands over the top of his injury.

"I still need to get paid, so if you could you know - stay alive for me here that would be great." She grits her teeth together and suddenly the world is just light.

The only thing he can see through the blinding of the whiteness is her and her eyes telling - begging him to hold on for a little longer.

So he does.

Gasping for breath Matthias realizes there's no pain in his chest anymore, there's no blackness yet there's no overwhelming white either. There's only a soft glow at the end of his bed belonging to the woman he recognizes as the person who saved him.

"What happened?" He mumbles and his voice comes out groggy and part of him is ashamed that that's what he says when there's a beautiful woman sitting on the edge of his bed tending to his wounds. The other part of him wonders how he can be so bashful over a girl he's barely meant.

"You broke all your ribs so your chest was starting to disconnect when you were breathing. You're lucky I got there on time or else you would have been dead. You passed out after I healed you."

The healer doesn't move off his bed but closer actually and she moves so close she's levelheaded with him as Matthias sits up.

She brush's a piece of his blond hair away from his face and cups his cheek for a second and for a felting moment he's sure she was going to kiss him. But she pulls away before they can get any close and he's half glad because he was sure she could've probably heard how his breathing had how it speed up.

"Matthias." Finally he breaths out looking at the temptress with wide eyes.

The girl smiles and he stupidly puts up his head to be shaken but instead of taking it or laughing at him, she kisses him on the lips.

It's not for very long, it's very brief actually, and this is all crazy because he had just meant her (he doesn't even know her name!) Yet he can't get her eyes out of his head or the feeling of her lips against his and how he eagerly kissed her back.

She pulls away really fast but he still has time to commit everything to memory before she stands up leaving the doorway but stopping midway.

"Y/n, my name is Y/n."

He knew her name.

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Nothing happened entirely after that, Matthias and Y/n grew close and became quick friends.

Friends who sometimes kiss. The former Druskelle was pretty sure that friends didn't kiss, even in Kerch.

"Matthias I swear to your tree god if you don't put me down I'm going to rip you to shreds!" Y/n screams at him as he carries her trying to get the Slat on time before she dies.

"You are hurt." He says simply in retaliation, as the girl fumes and struggles to get out of his arms.

"I'm a healer!"

Matthias just rolls his eyes and bursts through the Slat doors with an injured and a very frustrated Y/n.

"You can't heal yourself completely Y/n I'm not stupid." He whispers down into her ear as he takes them up the stairs going in (unintentionally) his room.

She hurriedly gets out of his arms face red from embarrassment and starts working on her wound. They both stay there in silence for a bit before he starts to get bandages and ointments to help her heal the rest.

He hands them over to her and she staches them out of his arms not even looking at him. She doesn't say anything either as she winces when she places the ointment on what's left of the wound. She warps it up and the silence is still on like a broken switch that can't go back down. Wolves that are hurt but can't howl in fear of their abuser.

"How did you figure it out?" She whispers quietly as she finishes warping up her wound. It's barely audible but he hears it because he always notices when she says something. Matthias doesn't know if he's ever been so aware of someone before.

Because she is so much more than just a friend to him.

"In Fjerda we were trained to see the signs when a Grisha hadn't been trained at the little palace." He pauses for a second, wincing internally because it was easier to kill Grisha who weren't as well trained.

"Oh." She says looking down trying to hide her eyes from him.

"That doesn't mean I think any less of you though, you... Your power is strong most Grisha wouldn't be able to heal people entirely in seconds if they hadn't trained at the little palace."

She finally lifts her head up to meet his eyes and he swears she's a heartrender because he can't breathe.

But before he can even look for a second longer she's at the doorway opening the door to leave him. Again.

"Is that it? Is that all that you think of me?" She demands him to answer her with the tone that she's using, yet it doesn't remind him of Brum or any of that. It only reminds him of her.

*Flashback*

She shifted her body to face his and he shamefully looks away from the woman before him. Who was of course only wearing her undergarments?

"Kaz needs this for a job."

His head snaps back to look at her with fire in his eyes as her hands trail up and down his arms. He holds back a shiver and looks down at the serpent. He was her prey and she's ready to strike because he so memorized with her. Se must have bitten him with her poison because he wasn't backing down.

Fury fuels his veins at the thought of anyone touching her in that way. Probably he wouldn't get through the mission if he had to see it.

She places her hand around his neck and he's trying hard not to look at it because it wasn't proper but she was beautiful.

"Don't you have a job to get to?" He murmurs as he tries and to hold back his stare.

Her laughs rings out around them and her soft glow is back for a split second before it's gone in a snap.

Her other goes around to his back and she leans into his ear.

"Hold my waist." Her voice is commanding and he was addicted to her poison that made him do whatever she desired. And who could deny a strong woman that used that tone?

So he does and then she kisses him.

This isn't like their first time but it isn't their second time either. He has become accustomed to the way her lips felt against his own, yet he didn't ever want her to stop because every time it just got better.

She bites down on his lips before trailing her own down to his neck.

His breath comes out in pants as she trails further and further down till she's found his sweet spot.

"Vixen." He gasps as she bites down hard on his sweet spot before she gives him one gentle kiss before pulling away.

"I have a job to get to Helvar."

Then she's gone.

*Flashback over*

"No." He calls out to her.

"That's definitely not what I think of you."

This time he wraps his arms around her waist before leaning down to kiss her.

And this time it's him who kisses her and their lips shift together and move in sync before he pulls away. Both of them were breathless.

"I think of you as mine."

And she doesn't object to that.

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persephoneyss · 3 years

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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.

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“So is Y/N coming?” Clay asked Sonny, as he brought the tray of meat out to him.

“Yeah, she will be here any time,” Sonny laughed, “Why so interested in her Blondie? Every time I have a get together you always ask if she is coming.”

“No reason,” Clay laughed, not wanting to admit that he had a crush on you, he had for the last couple of years. In fact the moment he had joined Bravo team, the moment he saw you that was it, he was a goner. But he never acted on his feelings because you were in a committed relationship but now you were single, he was going to shoot his shot.

“Stop lying,” Sonny laughed, “I have seen the way you look at her, how you hang off every word when shes telling a story, you like her don’t you?”

“Urm yeah,” Clay mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Not sure how Sonny would take the news that he was crushing hard on someone that was basically his little sister.

“All I say is good fucking luck,” Sonny laughed, “After her that dickhead cheated on her she doesn’t trust easily and apparently she is never falling in love again, they weren’t her exact words but it was along those lines.”

“Trust me, I have the charm, I’m sure I can show her how love can be.” Clay shrugged, as the sound of the garden gate slammed closed, gaining their attention.

“Speak of the devil,” Sonny chuckled, “but if you can break through the walls she has built then go for it.”

The moment you walked into the garden, you near enough froze as your eyes landed on Clay, it had been awhile since you had seen him due to work but damn he had had a glow up, it was obvious he had spent most of his free time in the gym, the way his shirt pulled against this biceps, made your mouth water, add the backwards cap and fuck you nearly melted. Your brain malfunctioning.

Mentally you cursed yourself, he was Sonny’s best friend, you couldn’t go there even if you wanted to. You weren't going to open your heart to someone that you wouldn’t be able to avoid if things went wrong. Shaking off the thoughts, you made your way over to Sonny, who engulfed you in a tight hug.

“Good to see you could make it,” Sonny laughed, passing you a beer “I’m surprised work let you out of that cage they had you in.”

“Yeah, well I kinda quit, so you will be seeing me a lot more now Quinn.” You smirked.

“It's about time you grew the balls to quit.” He nodded.

Slowly you made your way around the group, hugging everyone and catching up, leaving Clay till last because for some reason all your confidence went out the window the moment you saw him.

The beers and food were flowing and there was a buzz in the air. This was what your life was missing, you missed being around Bravo.

You were now in the kitchen, having a moment to compose yourself, Clay had been flirting with you all night and you didn’t know how much longer you could take.

“You ran off,” He laughed, standing behind you, so close you could feel his chest pressed against your back.

“I needed to pee” You laughed.

“I have to say, you are looking good, I know its been a while since I last saw you and all I can think is damn,” He hummed, his hot breath tickling your neck, “The new hair colour really suits you.”

“Clay,” You whispered, you needed the flirting to stop, there was another reason you hadn’t been around as much and that was because you were starting to develop feelings for the youngest member of Bravo. “Please stop flirting with me, I am not going to fall for it.”

“Oh really,” Clay chuckled, as he placed his hands on your hips, “What's up scared by flirting with me that it will lead to something?”

“Spenser, flirting leads to something 99% of the time,” You whispered, trying to control your breathing and ignore the feel of electricity running through your skin as he ran his thumb over the skin on your hips.

“Maybe it doesn’t, maybe it's just a bit of fun.” He whispered.

“Clay,” You whispered. “You are Sonny’s best friend, nothing can happen between us.” Somehow you managed to wiggle out of his arms, you needed some air.

You wanted to open your heart up, you wanted to see what happened with Clay but something was holding you back and you weren't quite sure what it was. You knew in your heart you would be good together, the two of you had always been good and people actually thought you were a couple about a year ago but you just couldn’t make the leap.

“You okay there?” Sonny asked, nudging your shoulder.

“I’m not actually feeling great,” You mumbled, “I’m gonna take a nap I think.”

“You know where my bed is,” Sonny smiled, he had seen you and Clay in the kitchen and he knew you were lying to him but he played along, it was worth it not to get a black eye for asking questions. “I will come check on you in about an hour.”

Nodding at him, you made your way inside the house and headed to his bedroom. Your mind was racing and you didn’t know what to do or whether to listen to your head or heart.

It had been a month since Sonny’s get together, and somehow you had managed to avoid Clay. To be honest it was pretty easy as they got spun up and had been for the last two weeks. But ever since that night you hadn’t been able to get him out of your head, he had taken over your thoughts, and now your dreams.

The text you received from Sonny was vague to say the least, but it was Sonny afterall so you didn’t question it. All you knew was it involved food and that's all you cared about. But the one thing that confused you was he wanted you to meet him at the park, which could only mean a picnic and they definitely weren't Sonny’s style.

As you got closer to the spot you were told, you saw someone sitting on the blanket, but it wasn’t Sonny. It was Clay, and in that moment you were ready to kill Sonny for this set up.

“You don’t give up do you?” You laughed, sitting down on the blanket.

“I just want a chance,” Clay whispered.

“I’ve sat down haven't I?” You smirked, you had done a lot of thinking over the last month and you were willing to listen to your heart, you had missed the feeling of being in love, you missed having that someone to come home to and you missed being held. “One chance Spenser, this is your one chance.”

“Really?” He whispered, taking your hand in his.

“Yes, for some reason I can’t get you off my mind and it’s driving me crazy.” You admitted.

It felt like time had stood still, the hours passed, your stomach hurt from laughing so much. Both of your phones were thrown in the bottom of the picnic basket and you were enjoying the company. You had your head in Clay’s lap, as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I have a confession,” You giggled, “So the night of Sonny’s get together last month, you stopped me in my tracks, the moment I saw you I was pretty sure my brain malfunctioned.”

“Welcome to my world for the last couple of years every time you walked into a room,” Clay smiled, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

“What the hell,” You whispered, sitting up right. You had nothing to lose at the moment and you needed to know if that spark was there. So you took a deep breath before kissing him.

It took Clay a couple of seconds for his brain to realise what was happening, but he smiled into the kiss, as he wrapped his arm around your waist, gently guiding you down so you were laying down with him hovering over you.

Your lips move in sync with one another, your fingers playing with the hair on the back on his neck, your stomach was doing flips, your heart was racing. You knew you were fucked, the sparks were there, the way he made you feel was something no one else had managed. But there was something about Clay that made you want to take the risk.

“So does this mean I get more than one night?” He breathed against your lips, making you laugh.

“You are a dork,” You giggled.

“Serious question now, does this mean you will be my girl?” He asked, his eyes sparkling in the light from the sunset.

“I like the sound of that,” You whispered, “Your girl.”

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arminbitchlover · 3 years

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reincarnated lovers (2)

armin arlert x f! reader

summary: after a terrible first date with armin, sasha convices reader to go out to a party but only to have an unexpected turn of events

word count: 2.8k

content warnings: mentions of drug use, alcohol use, assault is insinuated but doesn't actually happen

"YOU LOOK SOOO GOOD," Sasha squeals as you show her your outfit, making your confidence boost significantly.

"YOU TOO, YOU'RE SO HOT FOR NO REASON!" You both keep showering each other with confidence, not caring if your neighbors could hear you shouting.

You don't understand why you're suddenly filled with anticipation to go to some frat house that would be filled with strangers and smell like alcohol and weed, but you not troubled enough to even question it. All you know is that this is your first party as a freshman, and you want to make the most out of it with your best friend.

"So, who's going that you know anyways?" You glance at Sasha through your mirror as you apply lip gloss.

"Too many to count honestly and not to alarm you or anything but Jean will be there too." Sasha reluctantly spoke as you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

You completely forgot that Jean was a part of Sasha's friend group and now you're going to see him for the very first time since your breakup.

"Y/n?" Sasha waves her hand in front of your face and snaps you out of your deep thoughts.

"Sorry, but thanks for telling me." You shake your head as you try to not lose your train of thought again.

You and Sasha finish up on your final touches and make your way to the party as you feel your stomach flipping and hands slightly shake. Every time you start to tell yourself that Jean was just a friend now, you get flashbacks of everything you did as a couple, but you're going to let some guy ruin your first night out in college.

It doesn't take long to arrive and fuck, it didn't take long for the feelings of regret, nervousness, and panic to sink in. When you first arrive, people were already drunk in the front yard as couples made out the staircase leading to the front door. Immediately when opening the door, the bass from the speakers maakes your whole body vibrate with the music and your eyes strain from all the lights that were being cast across the house.

The whole place is already trashed with cups, plates, and different articles of clothing are scattered across the floor. You've always heard about how wild college parties can be, but you didn't expect something as crazed as this.

You turn to Sasha and see her talking to you but could only read her lips that make out, "I'm... drink," and walk away to the kitchen.

Well, shit.

You awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, not recognizing a single person until you feel a hand clasp your shoulder and pull you to a corner.

"Heya, gorgeousss, name's Flochhh..." A drunk man with auburn hair presses you against the wall as he tries to make conversation with you.

"S-Sorry, but I have to go." You try to get away from him only to have your arm get pulled back to the wall.

"Fucking let me go!" You fight to yank your arm away but don't have enough strength to succeed.

"Buttt I wantss to get chu know you babyyy." He leans in, trying to get your faces closer together, but luckily you dodge him quick enough to get out of his grasp.

"Watchu doinn- runninnn from me." He grasps your hand, but right when you were about to get pinned back against the wall again, you hear a stern voice.

"Get your hands off of her." You and Floch turn and see Armin, but this time with slightly smudged eyeliner with a long black sleeve that's complemented with a necklace and silver rings on both of his hands.

"Huhhh-," Floch slurs, finally letting go of you and confronting Armin.

Armin takes a step back with his hands in his pockets, not wanting to cause any issues, and lightly asserts, "This is my lovely girlfriend, so I would appreciate it if you would just back off, that's all."

Armin walkes up to you and wraps his arm around your waist as Floch's face becomes filled with complete disgust.

"So if you'll excuse us, we'll be getting out of your way so you can get as shitfaced as you like." He smirks at Floch and pulls you away, his hand still clutching your waist.

As he takes you away, you immediately notice how his arm feels so natural around you, like it was meant to be there which causes your heartbeat to quicken.

You only see him as the boy you went on an awkward date with, why did he suddenly make you feel this way?

"Thank you for your help, Armin." You bring your hand to the one that was resting on your waist and squeeze it to show your gratitude.

"I was only doing the bare minimum, no need to thank me." He tenderly looks into your eyes with compassion, not aware that he never let go of your waist.

"Well, what were you doing here anyway, you didn't catch me as the party type." You playfully joke as he grabs your arm and enters a large crowd that's dancing to music.

He turns to face you and tilts his head towards your ear to answer, "I heard you were coming, and I wanted to talk to you."

He grabs you by the waist and starts moving to the beat of the song to follow along with everyone surrounding you.

You feel your face start to heat up, finding it so attractive the way he leaned in to talk to you. He's a completely different person from the guy you went out with. This time he seems so much more confident by the way he holds you, speaks to you, and his fashion did a complete 180.

"Well, what's up?" You gain enough courage to wrap your arms around his neck and move your body with his.

You both move completely in sync forgetting for a second that you weren't the only two people in the room. You feel yourself start to get more butterflies as he maintains eye contact with you and slowly pulls you closer and closer. Before you know it, you have the biggest smile on your face as you have the time of your life with Armin.

This is what you've been missing out on, while you had been locked up in your dorm, exhausting yourself with no sign of ending. While Sasha's the one who made you come out of your comfort zone, Armin's the one who making you enjoy yourself the most and you love the idea of that. You love knowing that there's a person who could actually make you a better person and still make you feel comfortable while being alone with him.

"I don't really know how to explain this, but-"

"Y/N!!" Sasha pushes her way into the crowd and finds you and Armin with your bodies only centimeters apart, but seemingly didn't notice the tension between the two of you.

"Armin, I told you to find her and come to the game room!" She scolds Armin and pulls him away from you, making you feel a bit upset that you're not able to be alone with him a bit longer.

She takes you and Armin to another room that you assume were their friends because as soon as they enter, they're greeted with open arms. You immediately notice a small blonde girl and a tall brunette with freckles sitting together on a love seat and you have to admit that they make such a great couple. Sasha introduces you to everyone in the room and while it was pretty packed, it's easy to memorize who everyone is given that Sasha has mentioned them many times before.

Before you had the chance to settle in with everyone you see Connie get out of his seat and clear his throat very loudly to make an announcement.

"I think that it's only fair, since y/n is the newbie of the group, to play a 2v2 intense game of beer pong between me and Jean." Connie widely grins as everyone agrees and starts rioting.

"I heard my name." Jean abruptly enters, at first not noticing that you're in the same room.

"Well, I don't have a partner to play with so-" You feel a bit of shame while speaking but are quickly interrupted.

"I'll play with y/n," Armin speaks up and everyone gets louder, becoming enraptured as if this is the biggest game in history.

"Let's fucking go then." Jean locks eyes with you for a split second before talking to Connie.

You have to admit, while Jean looks like he's taking good care of himself, you don't feel the butterflies and tension that you thought you would. Maybe you're just overthinking everything because he's your first love, but you figure that maybe something would be left for him. You look back at Jean making sure you don't feel anything, but when you turn to face Armin. Butterflies. Even if it was just a tiny bit, something was there.

For him.

"You guys got this, I mean no offense to the other two, but they're either high, tipsy, or a bit of both." Eren walks up to you two as he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

"I've never played this before, so we'll see." You look down, afraid that Eren or Armin would judge you in some way.

"Neither has Armin, he always watches other people play, but I'm pretty surprised he volunteered himself. So, I'm guessing that your first date went pretty well today." Eren playfully nudges Armin as his face turns into a very light pink.

"Um, yeah it was pretty alright," You reply and smile at Armin, even though you both knew that your date was anything but 'alright'.

"Okay, it's set up, you guys can start whenever," Mikasa speaks with a complete monotone voice as she takes a seat back down next to Historia and Ymir.

You and Armin walk to your side of the table as Connie and Jean do the same, while everyone stands around the two teams ready to start their ear-piercing shouts. You start to feel a bit of pressure right before the game started, anxious that you'll make yourself look like a fool if you don't at least make a single cup.

"We'll give Armin the first shot." Connie cockily smirks and bounces the ping pong ball across the table.

Armin grabs the ball with his fingertips and starts calculating the way he would throw the ball. You have to admit, he looked absolutely adorable while concentrating on making it into the cup. You figure that maybe he thinks the same as you, not wanting to embarrass himself, but he looks so relaxed at the same time. After a few more seconds of critical thinking, he carefully throws the ball and makes it perfectly into the middle cup.

Expectedly, everyone starts screaming, jumping up and down, while some people grab Armin and shake him profusely as their excitement shoots through the roof. You can't help but feel thrilled for him as well, and right when his friends get their hands off of Armin, you wrap your arm around his neck and bring him in for a tight hug. You immediately pull away, unsure if he's uncomfortable being hugged by someone he barely knows, but when you take a step back you see his eyes light up with a small smile.

"Cut it out, love birds. It's my shot," Jean shoots Armin a snarky look and chugs the shot. He wasn't concentrating as much as Armin was, probably because he's played this game many times before, and to your surprise, he recklessly tosses the ball and makes a spiral dunk into the cup at the front of the formation.

"GOOD SHIT, JEAN!" Connie aggressively smacks Jean's back, causing him to jump forward and knock down two cups in the back row.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Connie?" Jean hits the back of Connie's head and they both drink whatever liquid was left in the cup and takes them out of the formation.

You look at the cup that has the ball in and right when you're about to take the shot, Armin swiftly takes it out of your grasp and drinks it as if it's water.

At this point, everyone was making fun of Connie's fuck up and cheering on Armin for chugging the shot like nothing while you're panicking in your thoughts, begging yourself not to make a foot out of yourself.

"Here." Armin hands you the ball and you feel your anxiety kick in as everyone's focus goes directly to you.

You feel your fingertips lightly quiver as you begin to aim the ball into the last cup in the back. Predictably, the ball hits the rim of the cup and doesn't make it in, but Armin still whispers to you a few words of encouragement as Marco picks up the ball from the floor and hands it to Connie. The game continues and luckily you and Armin win because of the two cups Jean knocked down, so while you and Armin are a bit tipsy, the others are completely plastered.

"This... nngh - bullshizz..." Connie clumsily walks over to you and hooks his arm around your neck, somewhat pulling you down while speaking to you.

"Alright, enough." Armin pulls Connie's arm away from you and takes you out of the room, before getting the chance to say bye to anyone.

"Armin-" He leads you to an empty room and doesn't hesitate to lock the door behind him.

"Please, let me talk, I've been waiting all night." Armin pulls you to the edge of the bed and slowly sits down as he tries to figure out how to come out with his news. You gently place your hand on top of his and give it a gentle squeeze, reassuring him.

While you did have a feeling about what he'a going to say, you don't want to jinx anything too good to be true. Even though when you first met Armin it wasn't the greatest first impression, spending time with him at the party made you realize that he's so much more than the awkward guy you went out with. You don't understand how your feelings for him switched up so fast in a matter of a day, but you don't care. At this point, Jean's completely out of the picture and something in you is telling yourself that there's something really special about Armin.

“So, um basically I just want to apologize for everything that happened earlier at the café. I-It’s just that you’re the first girl I’ve ever taken out and I didn’t want to fuck up, but I did absolutely everything wrong. It didn’t help how Sasha was talking so highly of you and god, when I saw your pictures, I thought you were the most perfect person I ever laid my eyes on. Then when I saw you, something in me just clicked that you were meant to be mine and I’m not one to believe in that love at first sight bullshit, so I didn’t know what to do. I just nervous and I didn't know what to do. I knew you were and still are way out of my league even though I felt like you were my person, but I didn't want to mess it up, so I tried to be distant to make it go away and I realized how fucking stupid that was. I'm so sorry for wasting your time and I was hoping we could have a second chance at a first date again to make it up to you." He has such a pained but relieved look on his face when he finishes talking, not looking at you, afraid that he may have done something that he would regret.

"I would actually love that, Armin." You exchange smiles and both stare at each other for a second in comfortable silence.

"Well, let's go then."He stands up and brings out his hand to yours.

"Wait what?" You give him a confused look as you place your hand in his and get up from the bed.

"Are you tired or something?" He furrows his eyebrows with a bit of a pouty face.

"No, not at all." You intertwine your fingers with his and make your way out of the frat house, forgetting say goodbye to anyone.

"So, where are you taking me so late at night?" You ask and turn to look at him to see a small smile plaster on his face.

"I was hoping I could take you back to my apartment to make us a proper meal after all that partying." You feel your heart pounding against your chest as he has the most genuine look in his eyes.

"Absolutely."

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karasunology · 4 years

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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ BOKUTO KOUTARO BEING A DAD HEADCANONS! ❞

✎ . . . will you please write about oikawa, bokuto, and sugawara as dads?? :>

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ bokuto koutaro <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATUSMU VERSION. ] [ KUROO TETSURO & KOZUKE KENMA VERSION. ] [ IWAIZUMI HAJIME VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . no thoughts, head and heart full of bokuto koutaro

BOKUTO KOUTARO.

➜ bokuto wanted to have a baby with you

➜ that's it that's the tweet thank you for reading😌💅

➜ i'm kidding don't leave, i have abandonment issues

➜ just like oikawa, kou ─ your husband, has gotten baby fever and it wasn't going down any minute until bb boy gets his way

➜ phew, i'd let him get his way with me✋😳

➜ bokuto was great with kids, always playing around with them in a park as if he was one of them, and both of you knew that

➜ and when bokuto sees that you're also good with kids, mans knew he wanted to build a family with you

➜ he wanted not just one, because seeing what both of you created taking in different forms and pieces of their parents would leave him so proud

➜ would very much take it as a sign from the universe saying to him that the both of you were meant to be patents

➜ the day he lets you awknowledge his little daydream, was when the both of you were sitting down on the coach re-watching his match last week after babysitting one of your guys' friend's kid

➜ mans couldn't TAKE IT ANYMORE

➜ the way you coo at the child, you cooked with the child and just the way you tenderly supported the kid with your arms as you helped him reach a toy from the shelf

➜ and of course, you accepted it; there wasn't any other man other than kou that you wanted to start a family with

➜ let's just say mans wanted to make one right then and there after you confessed to him that you wanted to start a family with him as well

➜ and y'all did just that💀

➜ after receiving the news of your pregnancy, bokuto has never been more happy, aside from those times he won a match on nationals and, well ─ marrying you

➜ but in the white noise of excitement and joyfulness, there was a lingering thought and it was terrifying; what if he doesn't make enough time for both you and his child because of volleyball? will he have to take a break from it? would your child love him?

➜ bokuto was now down to emo mode just with the thought of your guys' children hating him

➜ and when the thoughts became to unbearable, he contacts akaashi.

“ bokuto-san, ” koutaro could tell akaashi was thinking about it before saying something,

“ you're one of the best men i know that's good with children; don't waste your time sulking about nonsensical what if's, when the present is right there in front of you ”

➜ akaashi was, to say the least, your one of your children's godfather.

➜ but the day your babies was going to arrive, it was as if your husband had a switch and unlike the usual ─ he was the one supporting you

➜ he held your hand, squeezing them to let you be aware that he's right there by your side, knowing that you needed all the support right now and he gave it to you

➜ tenfolds the support you gave him

➜ and when be first saw the first triplet being born, he knew right there that he fell in love once again, but with the child he has co-produced with the love of his life !!

➜ i just wanted to say that y'all's kids are NIGHT OWLS, literally, gets the biggest bursts of energy at ungodly hours

➜ koutaro would still get anxious and terrified, but there was something about your triplets that puts him at ease ─ like, one thing he'd be doubting himself and then the next thing, he'd be all fuzzy inside when his three triplets just looked like a litter of puppies asking for his attention on his lap

➜ and he'd just, revert back to reality seeing how blessed he was and stopped doubting himself and just live in the present

➜ EYE ─ I'M SO SOFT I CAN'T😭✋

“ now say dada ” he encouraged the little sunshines on his lamp as a youthful giggle serenated from his son's lips

“ dawa ─ ” the baby tried to copy his words, before shreiking of laughter when kosuke saw the defeated look on his father's face, somehow bringing him joy

➜ while his baby girl, kouzumi, was peacefully attached to him as the most interesting in her golden eyes were his hair ─ attempting to reach her arms to his hair, making grabby arms

➜ after a few months, you've noticed how much your triplets were in sync with their father ─ all together, being balls of sunshine

“ you've been trying for hours kou, take a break. ” you laugh, as you looked up from the book you were holding seeing your husband housing an offended look, and of course ─ a weird sound, a scoff? you didn't know, until, your other son imitated him

➜ almost perfecting the one he made

➜ and bokuto was ECSTATIC

“ hONEY, HONEY, OH MY GOD DID YOU HEAR THAT? ” he squealed, as his son imitated his sound again

“ he's responding to me !! ”

“ dO IT AGAIN KOSUKE ” he says as he takes out his phone

➜ the type of father to do the peek-a-boo game with his triplets and doing it perfectly as they're just enamured by his father as if he was doing some avada kedevra shit 😭🗿

➜ hey queen!! 🙆👑 GIRL, YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN, CONSTANTLY RAISING📈📉 THE BAR🔝 FOR US AND DOING IT F L A W L E S S L Y

➜ the type of father that would never miss any important moments with his children, even though he's a busy with volleyball especially since it's his profession

➜ the type of father that has too many videos of his children on his phone saying papa in different ways, trying to imitate him, first steps, first laugh & JUST EVERYTHING

➜ has a whole usb of his children, three folders for each of them

➜ has a whole ass frame of his daughter's drawing from five years old of him and her and he would NOT let anyone touch it other than him and maybe you when you when you need to dust off the frames because it's getting too dusty

➜ you guys would always be there to support him no matter what, either in the stands of at home

➜ but when you guys do visit his games and cheer him on, MANS WILL BE UNSTOPPABLE

“ mommy !! look, daddy's coming ” kaoru, the youngest of your triplets, tugged softly on your coat

➜ you smiled as you saw your husband running up to you and your kids after his matches as a few reporters, in respect, stood a few meters away from you guys, taking kosuke on his right arm, the other with kaoru and on top of his shoulders was kouzumi tugging on her father's spiked hair she could never seem to get over with

“ ahH ─ my hair baby girl, you're kinda hurting daddy ” koutaru laughed as your daughter tried processing his words before wrapping her arms around his head softly to not fall off a small gasp escaping her lips

“ i'm sowry for hurting you daddy! ” she exclaimed as her brothers tried telling her off while the reporters just watched in awe at her

“ don't hurt daddy just because he lets you on top of there ─ ” kosuke scolded her, slightly jealous that she had the highest view

“ ─ yeah! ” your youngest vigorously nodded his head as he agreed to his brother, both obviously pouting that she had the chance to be ontop of their father's shoulders

“ uh kou, i can take them now since there's a few people wanting to interview you. ” you offered as you jerked your head onto the reporters directions smiling at them

“ oh no ma'am !! it's alright, we also kinda wanted to interview your children as well, since a lot of netizens are curious about them, seeing them everywhere on his socials. ”

➜ you guys agreed as they start asking you guys questions, but more to the triplets as they responded cutely, their identical amber eyes looking at them like an owl in curiousity

➜ JUST IMAGINE THREE ADORABLE OWL LOOKING KIDS HANGING ON TO THEIR MOTHER OWL AND BOKUTO JUST LOOKS LIKES A MONKEY BAR LMAO

➜ like these kids just attached to him lmao

➜ but there are times where he has to go on tournaments, training camps, olympics & probably photoshoots/commercials ngl and these three owls he left in your care are in EMO MODE LMAOO😭✋

➜ they got it from their dad, and you were now stuck with three emo bokutos but times three

➜ wow multiplication

➜ when she's a mathematician😍

➜ but bokuto would honestly also miss his children clinging to him for dear life

➜ like they would never be separated without having facetime calls every five hours

➜ but your kids understood that he has other things to do and theg try not to complain that much for your sake

➜ your kids are actually sweethearts okay 🥺

➜ when they grew up, his sons were still attached to him but they weren't as clingey as when they were in their childhood days ─ but your daughter phew, your daughter used to be the clingiest of them all and now it's just none, nonexistent, vanished, obliviated, avada kedevra LMAO

➜ like you know how teenagers be

➜ and your husband was DEPRESSED ABOUT IT

➜ his bb girl won't touch his hair anymore :(

➜ his bb girl won't be a little girl no more :(

➜ especially when kouzumi starts having boyfriends😭 MANS WAS SAD THAT THERE ARE ALREADY BOYS OTHER HIM IN HER LIFE

➜ it felt as if it wasn't even yesterday that kouzumi said that she don't need no prince, she'll be both a fucking princess and knight in shinning armor

➜ ugh periodt💅

➜ and koutaro's nows just like

“ WHERE DID ALL THAT TALK GO ?? ”💀💀💀

➜ ALSO BOKUTO GIVES THE BEST ADIVCES NO CAP

➜ gives volleyball advices, relationship advices better than u could ever

➜ this is getting too long but, even if some of his kids may not show it anymore, they still love their father so much and won't let anyone replace him because he's basically the ace of their hearts.

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softsebnbuckystan · 3 years

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Soul ties - Part 2 (Bucky Barnes au)

"Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world

It's hard to get by just upon a smile"

"What do you do now?" Steve asked back. "I don't know! I'm as freaked out as you are!"

"Damn it, this is the worst!" you exclaimed, taking the dress out of Steve's hand and heading towards the toilets. Steve guarded the door as you changed and after slipping on the lighter dress, you opened the tap and let the water run for a moment, running your hand through your hair.

"You okay in there?" Steve asked. "I...Look, I gotta check on Bucky, he must be...startled, as well. Stay here a minute, alright? I'll send Wanda and come back as soon as I can." Poor thing sounded guilty to leave you alone, but you had to say he was right : his friend Bucky probably didn't know what'd just hit him either.

"Sure. Thanks, Stevie," you barely whispered, hoping he'd heard you.

Now, all you could wish for was for Wanda to get here before your fiancé, now husband, did. He didn't seem to feel the need to check on you – it was just coffee to him, right?- and you were glad he didn't. You thought of washing your face to put your mind back in place before remembering you were wearing makeup and that would only make you more of a mess than you already were. You'd always known you'd meet him someday, of course, and you'd tried to prepare to that, but how could you have been prepared to this? What kind of soulmate had the audacity to show up at a wedding?

You shook your head. 'C'mon, y/n. This isn't his fault. He couldn't have known.' The world felt as if it was trying to close in on you, to corner you in a narrow space. You tilted your head up when you heard a knock on the door and your sister's soft voice. "Can I come in?"

"Yes." Talking was hard, as if your throat itself had been scalded by that coffee.

"How are you feeling?" Wanda asked.

You shot her an imploring look. "I'm a mess, Wanda, I have no idea why this is happening now. I can't tell Darren, of course, and he's going to wonder what is taking me so long and...oh lord. What am I gonna do about...that guy out there?"

"Steve is with him right now," she told you as she laid her hands on your shoulders. "Now that you're changed, we're gonna go back out there and act like nothing happened. Who knows if that Bucky guy even wants anything to do with you? This doesn't have to be bad for your marriage, alright? You two will maybe become friends, and that's it."

"You're right. Soulmates don't have to be romantic, right?"

"No, they don't."

"Alright," you said, escaping Wanda's arms as you turned back to the mirror, looking at yourself. You didn't look particularly freaked out, even though you absolutely were. "I can do this."

"That's the spirit. Shall we go now?"

After a long breath out, you nodded and followed your sister outside. When you came back to your husband, you couldn't help looking around the garden, trying to spot Steve and his friend, Bucky. You felt strangely drawn to him ; you wanted to get to know him as much as you wanted him to disappear.

"Are you okay, honey? You look upset."

Giving Darren a confused look, you arched a brow and laughed softly, hoping this would do. "Do I? Sorry. I'm just sad that my dress is ruined, that's all. No worries."

"Oh, good then. I'll go talk to Brad and the others from college, okay? You should say hello to them, too. It was nice of them to come."

"Sure, I'll just stay with Wanda and my family for a moment."

"Oh, you mean Steve and the others! Yeah, you do you." Darren shrugged then hopped towards his friends from college, whom you weren't so fond of and were glad you didn't have to talk to right away. Your sister touched your arm to grab your attention.

"Don't freak out," she said. "Steve's coming to us, with him."

Bracing yourself mentally, you turned around and gave Steve as big a smile you could. He was about to talk, but his friend was faster.

"I'm really sorry about that coffee, I got kicked by..."

"A ball, I saw it. It's okay." You laughed it off quietly, ignoring the troubling feeling in your stomach. "It wasn't your fault."

"Yeah, well..." Bucky scratched his head and looked at Steve, as if looking for help with what to say next. Steve, being the good friend he is, decided to rescue both his best friends.

"Stained dress means happy marriage, doesn't it?"

"Actually, it's the bottom of the dress that has to be dirty, you know. Meaning the bride stayed up because the dress...sorry," Wanda quickly apologised, realising she wasn't helping with the awkward tone of the situation.

"Anyway," you said, "I'm happy to meet you, Bucky."

You held out your left hand as a sign of friendship or whatever. He hesitated for a second. As a left-handed person, you had the instinct to hold out your left arm and always forgot people were used to shake hands with their right arm. You corrected that mistake and when he ended up shaking your hand, you noticed he was wearing gloves.

"Aren't you a little hot in those gloves?" You asked as an attempt to make conversation.

"No, I'm fine, thanks." His tone, firm yet nice, made it clear he didn't want to be asked more questions about whatever reason would make him wear gloves in the middle of august.

"Steve, what about you tell the band to start the slow dancing music? It's time to start this dance."

You couldn't have been more thankful for Wanda at this moment. Steve nodded and went to the band whereas you walked towards Darren. He didn't notice you coming behind him and one of his friends made a comment about your change of wardrobe.

"You're not gonna open the dance in your wedding gown?" the woman asked stiffly.

"No, I had a wardrobe malfunction." You turned to Darren. "Are you coming?"

"Do we really have to do this now?"

"Yes, Darren. People are getting impatient. Now come and show them your moves," you teased before taking his hand and leading him to the dance space. Steve gave the band the heads up and soft, slow music started rising in the air.

"I asked them to play our song," you said. "You know, the one that played on our second date?"

Darren nodded and kissed your lips softly. "It's great," he whispered. "You do know I hate dancing, though."

"I know, but it's tradition... I told you I wanted to follow this one."

People weren't paying too much attention to what you were saying, but some – Steve in particular – could see you weren't enjoying this as much as you would've wanted. You rested your head on Darren's chest for the rest of the dance hoping he would give in to the music and dance in sync with you. Sadly, he didn't. When the song was over, he looked at you with the same loving look he always had, kissed you on the cheek and walked you back near Steve and Wanda. As you exchanged jokes and trivialities with your close friends, Darren stayed silent, only laughing when he felt like he had to and looking around..

"You can go with the others if you'd like," you whispered in his ear. "I can see you're not having a lot of fun here."

"It's not that... Yeah. Sorry, I just feel more myself with the others, more comfortable."

"It's okay, go." You joined a smile to your words so that he'd be sure of your sympathy, but it didn't seem to do much. You knew Darren was never into huge parties. Still, you'd hoped he'd make an effort for your wedding.

"So, y/n," Steve said. "Now that it's done, you still don't wanna run away?"

You scoffed and looked back at your husband. "No. I think he does, though."

"He'd be really stupid to do so," a voice said. It wasn't Steve or Wanda, so you looked on your side to see who was there. Bucky – who else did you expect? – was holding four flutes of champagne in his hands and held them out to the three of you. Steve tried to hide his wide eyes as fast as he could, but even he was surprised at Bucky's remark.

"You're right," he said, hopping on the conversation train to make it less awkward. "Who would leave a woman like you? Nonsense."

You couldn't help but smile at him. God, you felt better instantly. Bucky might've been a new presence, but so far, he seemed like a comfortable one. You suspected he'd been given the same talk by Steve than the one you were given by your sister, and you couldn't be happier to get to know him. After all, he was your soulmate, wasn't he? At least that's what the tattoo your lower back said, and you were willing to believe it.

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clarkgriffon · 3 years

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I agree with you about the Rudemption Lipsyncs. The eliminated queen would basically only have had the time to get changed before being back on stage. Sure they'll have practiced the song before but Silky had a week each time to know which song it would be and prepare her gimmicks. Dont get me wrong, I liked her lipsyncs and think her wins were mostly deserved but I think Ru is very biased. They were defo pissed when Silky was eliminated but then again look how many times Jan ended up in the bottom 2, she defo was better but Ru wasnt ever going to choose Jan over Silky. I also personally thought Pandora was better as well, the gimmicks were a bit played out by that point and I didnt like Silkys outfit that week. But again rudemption story or not Ru wouldn't let someone back with zero wins. I have preferred Eureka this season even though I didnt care for her much initially and I do think she definitely beat Silky. The gimmick wasnt good, her earlier outfits were way better and she got stuck which staged or not still looked unprofessional. But honestly I dont know. For the other queens it would be fairest if Eureka came back as she had already gotten herself to that point. Silky's last 3 lip syncs weren't great but Ru loves her so i honestly couldn't call it now.

Yeah, I pretty much totally agree. I think what's important to keep in mind is that almost all elements of RPDR are "rigged" in some fashion, otherwise we wouldn't have moments like Alexis happening to be the lip sync assassin when Yara went home. I actually don't think this was particularly rigged for Silky, just for any eliminated queen to go on a long winning streak to get the most "drama" and stakes out of the twist. If I had to call it now, though, I'm almost certain Eureka will come back because Silky had pretty much no time in the competition, which makes her a moot candidate for the crown.

#rpdr #rpdr as6

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lilmissbeanie · 4 years

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Toru Oikawa x F!Reader

Song ~ Wedding Dress by Levi Hummon

Warning - Swearing maybe? I can’t remember ＼(≧▽≦)／

Fluff SFW

Word Count ~ 2.6k

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Posted 09/07/20

July 16th, 2018. That was the day that Toru Oikawa stood proudly next to his best friend Hajime Iwaizumi as his best man.

"What if she's changed her mind and ran away? That she thinks marrying me is a huge mistake." Oikawa rolled his eyes at his best friend, in all the years he had known him he has never seen his best friend this anxious, not even in a volleyball game against a powerhouse school back in high school if anything, it was Iwa trying to calm Oikawa. The poor lad was all jittery.

"I wouldn't worry so much, you know Y/n is there with Emiko, and we both know how much she loves you. Y/n will get her here on time, and the second you see her in that stunning white dress, you will cry." Oikawa stepped forward, smoothing out the white shirt before straightening out his mint blue tie and peach coloured rose corsage.

"Remember if it weren't for you and Emiko, I would not have met Y/n and fallen for her. Y/n will not let anything happen to Emiko; no a hair will be out of a place or an eyelash on her cheek, we owe the pair of you too much for matching us up so your wedding today will be flawless." Oikawa gave his confident smile and patted his best friend on his shoulder, Iwaizumi slipped his hand in his mint blue slacks as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Oikawa spotted that it was only a couple of minutes to one, the ceremony would begin shortly. He spotted the text on his screen from Y/n - on our way see you soon (♡ω♡)

He smiled at the message before; sending back his own kaomoji o(>ω<)o, the pair were obsessed with sending kaomojis back and forth.

Locking his screen again before smiling at the photo, it was one of his favourites taking by Emiko herself. It was taken back last year when the four of them went to the beach to celebrate their engagement. Oikawa was giving Y/n a piggyback, his hands under her thighs, they were both in their swimwear, soak from swimming in the sea. Y/n had one arm wrapped around his shoulder with the other outstretched in from of them as she threw up the peace sign. Her h/c thrown up in a messy beach swept ponytail, her chin resting on his shoulder with a broad playful closed-eyed smile spread across her lips, Oikawa could see his matching grin spread across his face as his head was leant against hers.

He loved that photo. She was showing off her natural beauty. No makeup or hair done up just right, with the tiny scar above her right eyebrow, he couldn't see it in the photo, but he knew it was there, he knew it was from a childhood accident of that one time she fell out of a tree when she was playing with her brothers. He knew all the scars, and where they were, his fingers had traced them all, knowing all the different childhood stories behind, ranging from messing around with her brothers to the one of her breaking her arm and the bone sticking out when she fell rock climbing.

"Oi Shittykawa." Iwaizumi hissed bring the love-struck boy out of his memories and back into the church. "She's seriously got you wrapped that tightly around her fingers, huh." He stated as he hit the old Seijoh captain around the back of the head.

"Ow! Iwa-chan that hurts!" Oikawa grumbled as he slipped his phone back into the pocket of his mint blue slacks, before rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head, but he was glad that Iwaizumi wasn't quite as nervous as before, "You're being vulgar again."

From behind him, he could hear Matsukawa and Hanamaki stifling there laughs at the pair, he sent a glare over his shoulder to the two groomsmen, who were wearing white shirts with peach coloured slacks with matching ties and corsages.

Before either of them could comment, the music began to play, the guest stood. All turned towards the door, Oikawa could not help but smile as he watched Takeru walk down the aisle as the ring bearer in his outfit matching the two groomsmen. Next to him was (niece's name) dressed in a tea-length peach coloured ball gown dress. It was so cute to watch them walk along together, (niece's name) throwing little flower petals as she walked, Takeru proudly carrying the wooden box with the glass window in the lid showing the rings sat on the velvet mint coloured pillow. Next, to walk along was Emiko other two bridesmaids, wearing peach coloured a-line asymmetrical chiffon dresses with a sweetheart's neck. Their hair was curled, and a half was styled back, each holding a small bouquet of peach roses in their hands. Oikawa knew who was next, it was his beloved, he knew she would be wearing mint blue to match him, but he had no clue what dress she would be wearing.

Emiko and Iwaizumi, well mostly Emiko, had decided they wanted a peach and mint summer wedding, the groomsmen and bridesmaids would be in peach while the maid of honour and the best man along with the bride and groom would be in mint. Well, Emiko would be in white, but she would have accents of mint to her hair and in her bouquet.

When Y/n stepped through the door, Oikawa could do nothing but stare. She looked stunning in her floor-length a-line dress. He loved the sweetheart neckline and the way the sleeves were off the shoulder. He loved the way the chiffon fell and made it look like she was gliding along the floor, the peach coloured roses of her bouquet stood out against the mint blue of her dress. Her hair was tied back into an intricate bun, and she donned a light layer of makeup that brought out her sparkling crystal-like e/c eyes.

Their eyes locked with one another's and she gave him a gentle smile, she took her place on the bride's side of the aisle, giving him a wink before Y/n looked down the aisle with a proud look. Oikawa's eye's flickered to the doorway where Emiko was stood in her pure white lace ballgown dress, with a v-neck neckline. Her hair was in an even more intricate way with braids and curls going into a bun, with mint blue gems weaved into her hair before they flickered to Iwaizumi. Oikawa could see the tears welling Iwaizumi's eyes as he saw the love of his life stood there with her father ready to walk down and to give her to him for the rest of lives together.

The ceremony was beautiful. Oikawa's eyes would continuously flicker to where Y/n was stood and back to the bride wonder what she would look like in a wedding dress. He wanted to see that; he knew he was going to marry her one day. Still, the pair had agreed to take it slow, they didn't want to rush a thing, and with Oikawa being a professional Volleyball player for Argentina it was hard enough for him to have this time off for the wedding.

The wedding breakfast was great, filled with great food, booze and of course the speeches, Oikawa teasing the newlyweds but also congratulating and thanking them both for setting him up with Y/n.

He would quite often see Y/n tear up at the speeches and when Iwaizumi and Emiko did there thank you speech and handed out the presents to their parents and the wedding party. Emiko was especially thankful for Y/n, "Honestly Y/n if it wasn't for you I think this wedding would have been a disaster, you kept me grounded through all of this, if I were having a meltdown you would be on a flight from Argentina to me that night, I don't know how many times you did that-"

"She did it thirteen times we had a travel case sat by the front door of our flat ready~" Oikawa interjected with a smirk winking at Niko.

"Don't worry I spent his money on the flights~" Y/n smiled as she leaned into Oikawa's side planting a kiss on his cheek as he fake gasped at the fact she stated. The room laughed at the couple.

"Toru you a professional volleyball player, get over it! Anyway, if it weren't for you Y/n I would have probably thrown in the towel and cancelled everything on many of occasion, so I must also thank you Toru for letting your girlfriend come and help me at the drop of a hat and fly back here to Japan. Honestly, if it weren't for you two, this wedding wouldn't have been a disaster." Emiko grinned, raising her champagne glass "To Y/n and Toru!"

"To Y/n and Toru!" The room chorused after her, the toasted pair stood there with there arms wrapped around each other, and there own champagne glasses in hand, Y/n rested her head against his chest as Oikawa planted a kiss on the top of her head as he whispered: "I love you, baby girl."

The first dance was beautiful, just Iwaizumi and Emiko slow dancing across the dance floor to I'll Be by Edwin McCain now and again Iwaizumi would twirl her around. They were whispering to each other. Both grinning, ever now and again kissing, either on the cheek or lips or in Iwaizumi's case her forehead too. Once again, Y/n was cuddled into Oikawa's side, holding her newly filled champagne glass to her chest as she smiled the tears welling up again.

Oikawa was happily chatting away to his old Seijoh teammates. He wasn't sure where Y/n was she said something about catching up with her old high school friends. His ears pricked up at the sound of the music, Oh, Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison was playing. Knowing how much Y/n loved this song from the movie Pretty Women, his eye's drifted to the dance floor, where he instantly found the bridal party and their high school friends dancing together singing along. Y/n and Emiko were doing some kind of ballroom dancing, their hands linked together spinning around and laughing, he loved this side of her, she was just having fun and letting loose not caring what people thought of her and her dancing. The next song to come one was Love is Strange by Mickley and Sylvia. Oikawa sighed he knew the DJ was playing the song from Dirty Dancing and he knew them all seeing as Y/n loved that movie as well. Their eyes lock at a certain point, and they both smirked.

'Sylvia~' Oikawa lip-synced to the song.

'Yes, Mickey?' Y/n hip swayed to the song as she slowly, swaying her hips as she moved closer to him.

'How ya call your loverboy?' He was leaning against the pillar, knowing that his old teammates and her friends were watching

'Come here, loverboy!' using her head to signal from him to come to her.

'And if he doesn't answer?' He smirked grew

'Oh, lover boy?' giving him big doe eyes, her hands linked behind her back trying to look innocent, still quite a bit away from him

'And if he still doesn't answer?' He pushed himself off the pillar

'I smiply say, baaaaby' She couldn't help but giggle at him when he did the air guitar to the song.

'Ooooohhhh, baaaaabbyyy' Now stood toe to toe both laughing at Oikawa as he continued to do the air guitar.

'My sweet baabbyy, you're the one' Planting a kiss on his lips before returning to the girls on the dance floor.

"Damn you are whipped, aren't ya!" Yahaba laughed patting his shoulder, he just shrugged, he knew he was and he did not care, he loved her wholeheartedly. He continued to watch her on the dance floor once again thinking back to how he wanted to see her in a wedding dress, maybe it was the champagne going to his head, but he wonders if he just went up to her right now and went down on one knee, would she say yes?

Y/n continued to dance with Emiko before they disappeared out the door so Emiko could change into her evening dress, something a little lighter and more comfortable to wear.

Later into the evening, Oikawa's eyes locked onto Iwaizumi walking up to the DJ, he didn't miss the smirk that Iwaizumi sent his way. Not long after Iwaizuki walked away, a song began to play that Oikawa instantly recognised. It was his and Y/n song, I Was Made For Loving you by Tori Kelly began to play, he's eyes darted around the room looking for his beloved, he felt a hand on his arm. He grinned, taking her hand in his placing a kiss on her knuckles.

"Come dance with me," She asked, placing his drink down on the table next to them. He smiled as and followed after her to the dance floor, her left arm wrapped around his right shoulder, and his left arm was gently wrapped around her waist and their free hands conjoined, Oikawa held them to his chest, her head placed gently against his chest as well. They both had gentle smiles on their face as they slow danced on the floor. They didn't see the looks on Emiko, and Iwaizumi faces as they watched the pair, it was just them on the dance floor.

"We did a good match with those two." Emiko smiled her head resting on Iwaizumi's shoulder.

"That we did, I think when you throw the bouquet, aim it at Y/n." Iwaizumi commented.

"I already had that planned." The newly wedded couple smirked at each other.

It was nearly midnight when the after-party started to wrap up, the couple were heading off on their honeymoon, but first, it was time to throw the bouquet. As Emiko said she was going to aim for her best friend, she wanted to see her married to Oikawa; she wanted their children to grow up together and be best friends, even if they would be in different countries.

Turning her back to the group of girls, Emiko looked over her shoulder, winking at Y/n before she threw the bouquet over her head.

Oikawa was praying that she would catch it, he wanted to propose to her all night, he already planned to buy a ring when they get back to Argentina.

The peach coloured rose flew through the air and landed perfectly into Y/n outstretched hands. Y/n eyes met Oikawa's as he gave her a look that said well we're going to have to now, the blush flushed Y/n cheeks, as she made her way back towards him, cradling the bouquet in her arms.

Iwaizumi and Emiko smirked to one another, knowing they had worked there magic once again, they knew it wouldn't be long till Oikawa would propose now, knowing he wanted to all day anyway, they could tell by the way he looked at her.

"I'll gladly be your matron of honour," Emiko said nudging Y/n arm as they joined the blushing couple.

"Give me a shout when you need a best man." Iwaizumi lightly punched Oikawa shoulder as he smirked. "I've already got bits of the speech planned." Catching the scared look that crossed Oikawa's cause the other three to laugh.

"So, if I asked you, would you say yes?" Oikawa asked as his arms snaked around her waist once again.

After that, there were lots of goodbyes, and even more congratulations as Emiko and Iwaizumi left on their Italian road trip honeymoon.

"Blue topaz~" Was all Y/n said as he placed a butterfly kiss against his cheek, waving after the car as it drove away.

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Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind

Summary: Emma Nolan spent a lot of time alone, and that was fine by her. Because one is never truly alone. She should know. She can talk to dead people. What she didn’t expect was one of these spiritual encounters to hang around, taking her down a rabbit hole of missing women, revenge, and, least expected, love. Can she save the day and Killian Jones? Is there even another choice?

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A/N: Hey guys! I'm so super sorry I'm behind on my posting schedule with this. If you're reading my other story that's posting right now, you know that my life got crazy around the holidays for a minute and it put me back a little ways. But I'm back in the saddle and I hope this extra long (extra steamy) chapter will make up for my absence! We are coming to a close, unfortunately, only one more chapter and the epilogue left! A huge humongous ginormous thank you to @kmomof4 who is the absolute best and has been the most wonderful beta for this fic I could have asked for. Another gigantic thank you to @courtorderedcake who made the beautiful artwork that accompanies each chapter that I still love so freaking much. Go give that talented lady some love. And thank you so much to everyone still with me reading this crazy thing! I love and appreciate each and every one of you. You guys are really the best and I hope you like the new chapter!

Chapter 21

The moment their lips separated is when it began to sink in. They weren't touching but it was like there was an electric charge in the thin space between them. Emma could feel Killian's breath wafting out over her cheeks and she was surprised her heart wasn't brushing against his chest with the way it was trying to beat out of hers. Neither of them spoke or moved, they only stared at each other in the dim light coming from the bathroom in silence, both seemingly trying to work out if the other knew that what had happened was real.

Seconds ticked by.

Maybe minutes.

And then Killian moved with the speed, force, and precision of a lightning bolt. He consumed every drop of sanity Emma had left with his hungry kiss, his thumb finding the dimple in her chin and nudging her mouth open so his eager tongue could delve inside. His hand slid along her jaw and into her hair, careful to avoid the tender area, as he kissed her with a passion she'd never experienced before.

It was like her body knew exactly what to do, reaching up to fist her hand in his t-shirt and pull him closer as she responded just as fervently. They moved in perfect sync with one another until Emma felt like she was spinning from the lack of oxygen. Killian's own need for air became too great as well and he wrenched his lips from hers, sucking in precious oxygen as soon as they parted.

He couldn't stop, though, the stubble on his jaw burning against her skin as he kissed a blazing trail from her mouth up to her ear, shifting so he was half hovering over her. His hand still cradled the back of her neck, his fingers twisting and winding through the strands at her nape, sending sparks shooting over every nerve in her body.

“Tell me you want this, love,” he whispered huskily into the flesh beneath her ear. “Tell me I can have you. Tell me you want me like I want you.” His voice was desperate, strained, like it would cause him physical harm to be rejected now. Luckily for him, Emma had no such intention.

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If Love Was A Crime [Dostoyevsky Fyodor x Reader]

Strolling through the park with a small smile, the lady noticed that most people were there family, friends or a significant other.

"Most" meaning all but a lanky man dressed in white, a winter hat atop his head despite the pleasant weather.

"Hey sir," she smiled, walking up to the ravenette. He looked somewhat shaken for a moment, before regaining the confident composure he had maintained previously, purple eyes sliding to look at her. He gave a nod, acknowledging her presence.

"So.. How's your day?" the (h/c)ette continued, almost oblivious to the awkward tension. He gave no response.

"Uh.. Nice weather we're having?" she managed, the tension too choking not to affect her.

"Why do you insist on talking to someone who doesn't talk to you?"

His voice was somewhat smooth, accented with something she couldn't quite name,

"Because you look lonely, sir, and I wanted to talk to you," she smiled,

happy to finally hear his voice,

"Ah? I'm not lonely, just waiting for someone," he said, chuckling slightly,

"Oh," the lady whispered, looking down at the floor, "Can I wait with you?" she beamed,

"Go ahead," he sighed, still appearing unfazed.

She rambled on for what seemed like an hour, telling small jokes and talking about whatever came to her mind. It was pleasant for the man in the hat to hear her voice, her stories and whatever else she drawled on about. He almost enjoyed her company. When the time came that the city's rat did arrive, he insisted that she wait for him so they could talk. Properly. And she did. The grin that had plastered itself on her face was nothing short of glowing with happiness, something that almost got the rather astute ravenette to crack a smile.

He half listened to his informant, half observed the girl stood by the tree, smiling at him supportively.

"..Are you listening?" the smaller man asked,

"Yes," the tall ravenette replied, prying his vision back to the rather grim face of his informant.

"Looks more like you're fascinated by that girl over there, heard she's got connections to the A.D.A, name's (Y/n) I think," the small, slouched man rambled, "She works there, I think, but only as an assistant; she's too nice to solve crimes properly is what I hear."

The man stopped.

"But I'm sure you're more interested in what you asked for, right?"

"Go on about her," the taller male said, intrigued as to what such an innocent lady would have to do with such a vile, ability ridden place.

"Well, I heard her brother works there too, but I can't quite remember his name; she also has no ability, and just helps around with stuff like reports or organising, I've heard," the informant went on, "She has a good reputation, from everything I've heard."

The man in the hat nodded.

"That's all I need to know," he said, a soft smirk on his face as he looked the man in the eyes.

"Are you su-"

"I'm sure," he snapped, "Now take your leave."

The smaller man nodded, bowing his head down and leaving hastily.

"(Y/n)?" the ravenette called, smirk falling into a somewhat sincere smile, "How are you?"

Whilst she didn't recall telling him her name, she figured she must've introduced herself whilst rambling,

"I'm doing great-" she cut herself off, "What's your name?"

"Dostoyevsky," he answered honestly, knowing that even if part of the wretched agency, she would be too innocent to have heard of him,

"Dostoyevsky.." she mumbled, before smiling, "Dostoyevsky!" She repeated, "I like it!"

He nodded, letting her own name roll off of his tongue.

"(Y/n)," he said, the girl looking him in the eye as he did so,

"Mhm?" she smiled innocently. It was a small symbol of her naivety, and he couldn't help but feel elated by her sheer purity.

"Nothing, I just like the sound of your name," he cooed,

"Okay," she hummed, "Say, why are you wearing that hat if it's spring?"

He chuckled,

"I just like it," he answered plainly.

The two continued to talk for what felt like hours, time dragged on by the ravenette's deep, sultry voice and her continued "pardon"s excusing for her to hear it more. She found herself enjoying his company, often laughing or giggling at his bluntness. He would often find himself observing her, but would quickly be taken note of and giggled at. Every time she smiled he felt another part of him melt at her innocent grin, at the desire to reach out and hold her, but she was unwilling to corrupt or taint her purity.

Days passed, the two regularly meeting nearby the same park, or out to get food or ice cream (which Dostoyevsky would always end up paying for).

He put off working to spend time with her, putting aside his beliefs of the detective agency to escort her home safely. She would always smile, leaning into a quick, innocent hug that would tear at his heartstrings.

He wanted her as his own.

Only his.

Not to share.

Not to be near anyone but him.

He was the only one who was allowed to see her, the only one allowed to make her smile, the only one to hold her.

She began to change, something which didn't go unnoticed by her rather perceptive brother.

She was out a lot more, always insisting on having plans when her usual shopping trips with Yosano approached, and would apologise profusely.

The one time she went about her normal routine, she returned to their shared apartment with her sleeves rolled down, a litter of small scratches unveiled when he rolled them up.

Someone was becoming possessive of her, and he was determined to find out who.

He insisted the agency all went out for a work meal, saying he would pay as his treat to his co-workers and friends.

Of course, this was done using Kunikida's credit card.

He insisted she went, even going as far as to drag her there.

She had a good time, of course, relaxing with her friends and colleagues, but there was always an underlying look of worry on her face.

"(Y/n)-Chan?" her brother asked, eyes holding raw concern, "What's wrong? You're not talking to people as much as you usually do,"

"I'm fine, Osamu," she said, smiling fakely. It was an obvious fake, but he ignored it, deciding he would find out the cause in his own time.

Slinking around the streets, he followed his younger sibling, somewhat nervous as to what or who she was getting involved with.

He turned a certain corner, not seeing his sister like he would have expected. Instead there stood a man with blonde hair, and eyes that he couldn't decide as golden or blue, however strange the comparison was.

Osamu chuckled saying he was looking for someone, and that if the blonde saw a girl fitting the description to let him know however possible.

The blonde man agreed, snickering as though at a funny joke.

The brunette detective knew something was off, but didn't bother prying, turning the same cuts and corners he had to get there to get out.

"Ah, (Y/n)-Sama, how was your trip?" the man said with a smile, adding a teaspoon of sugar to a cup of tea, handing it to the lady, "I added extra sugar, just to be safe," he cooed,

"It was awesome! Nikolai sounds cool, and I think his ability is aweso-"

She had attempted to take a sip of tea, the taste horrific enough that she nearly spat it back out. Courteous as always, she swallowed it, the salty aftertaste seeming pungent against her tastebuds,

"Dostoyevsky, that tasted salty-"

"Why did you leave me, (Y/n)-Sama?" he asked, purple eyes seeming cold and glazed over in silent rage.

The way he called her "(Y/n)-Sama" almost had her skin crawling; before it was cute and funny of him, but the way he said it with such a grave tone frightened her.

"Why did you leave me?" he repeated, tone laced with a sharp venom as he slammed his fist on the pale blue tablecloth, violet eyes dark with fury. She flinched, the clang of cutlery and wobble of plates and bowls moving almost in sync with her. He sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I'm sorry, Dostoyevsky-San, my brother insisted that I went to dinner with him and the rest of the agency," she whispered meekly,

"Why did you go?" he asked, returning to the calm composure she had initially melted.

"Because he wanted us all to go, and he looked so upset when I told him I had plans.

"So why did you leave me, (Y/n)-Sama? Why did you leave me alone? Why weren't you there? I put aside a lot for you; work, time, money. And this is how you repay me?" he said, tone wavering slightly at the last part.

"I'm sorry, Dostoyevsky-San, it won't happen again, Dostoyevsky-San," she mumbled, "To make it up to you, you can come around my place later if you want; we can make up for lost time there, watch some movies," she offered.

The ravenette leaned forward, propping himself up on his knuckles as he looked at her, simply observing his features.

She wavered under his harsh gaze, eyes darting anywhere in the room but at him.

The oversized, glazed windows that made everything look snowy, the pale blue curtains framing them, the checkerboard style floor in a pallid, reflecting white and pale, baby blue.

Anywhere but at him.

The pale room was of his own design, a small table and chairs in the centre with a white, stained glass window that overlooked the surrounding area.

It was the room he would always let her visit, the two sitting and talking over tea (or sometimes milkshakes) and biscuits for hours, before Nikolai would transport (Y/n) home.

This time was different.

His stare was cold–criticising–his eyes filled with something she found indescribable, miscellaneous. He continued to gaze at her, grabbing her chin and making her face him before standing up and walking closer to her, her face still in his hands.

"To make up for lost time, there is but one thing you can do," he whispered, voice huskier and more gruff than usual. He forced his lips onto her own roughly, going no further but biting her lip harshly as he pulled away.

She showed no resistance, no reaction, too consumed in guilt.

She left him waiting.

She left him.

She left her closest friend.

The least she could do to apologise had been done.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, a singular tear rolling down her face.

The man melted, holding her close as he dragged his nails lightly across her arms, leaving light marks on her soft, delicate skin.

"It's okay, (Y/n)-Sama," he cooed, running a hand through her hair, "You're here now."

"You're mine, safe in my arms and vulnerable anywhere else."

Words he could never say clouded his mind, things he could never do tempting but capable of shattering the purity he loved her for.

Dostoyevsky found their next few meetings unbearable, the desire to lean in once more roaring in his mind.

But he couldn't.

Even then, he found her innocence tainted.

He had been her first kiss, there was no questioning it, but he needed to be more.

He needed to be her anything.

He needed to be her everything.

He needed to be her one and only.

He needed to be the light of her life.

He needed to be the reason she carried on when things got tough.

He needed to be her lover.

He needed to be her God.

Which is why when he walked her home most evenings, he would glare at anyone who dared to look her way, hand tightly holding onto her own as he interlaced their fingers.

Her brother, Dazai Osamu, was no exception.

"Osamu!" she grinned, running towards her brunette brother after ripping her hand from Dostoyevsky's vice-like grip, "There's someone I want you to meet," she beamed, dragging him towards her hat-adorning friend.

"Osamu, this is my best friend, Dostoyevsky, Dostoyevsky, this is Osamu, he's my older brother!" she beamed, "I hope the two of you get along well."

The bright smiles he had almost assured were exclusive to him resurfaced in front of Osamu, making Dostoyevsky's blood boil in searing hot jealousy. The two men glared at each other, the (h/c)ette left slightly confused at the obvious tension.

"Osamu, Dostoyevsky, stop glaring like that.." she mumbled shyly, holding the ravenette's hand once more and looking at her brother almost pleadingly.

"(Y/n), we best be off," he started, pulling her back away from her apartment,

"But we were just going back h-"

"I forgot to get you a treat, (Y/n), I'll make up for it with ice cream." Her face lit up,

"Oh, okay!"

The brunette detective gave his ravenette rival a final glare, similar to the one he found natural when he was a mafia executive, and walked off, easing a "see you later" to his sister.

The purple eyed man smiled to himself,

"Call me Fyodor, dear (Y/n)-Sama," he cooed, interlocking their fingers and looking deeply into (e/c) eyes he would gladly loose himself in.

"Fyodor.." she whispered, the male smirking at how his name rolled off of her tongue.

"Yes, (Y/n)-Sama?"

""I know there's something you want to ask of me."

She closed herself off, only leaving her room to visit Dostoyevsky. Osamu knew this, discouraging her at every chance he had.

But she never listened.

She would simply glide past him, walking off to meet her close friend.

"Treat me like your God," he whispered, voice low, "That's how you can help me,"

"How can I do that well enough?" she cooed,

"Never leave me, devote all of your attention to me and listen to my ever word, grant my every request," he demanded.

"Of course, Fyodor-Sama."

She had fallen into a case of saviour syndrome; convinced her innocence was enough to save Fyodor from the crimes she knew he committed.

She had heard her brother's warnings.

Heard his tales.

And she still went through with things.

She still indulged herself in the dark rabbit hole that was Fyodor Dostoyevsky.

Her usual scent of cinnamon slowly faded, a much more lavender-like scent coating her.

A lavender-like scent adorned by Dostoyevsky.

She never strayed too far from him, quitting her job at the ADA for a chance to save him.

Osamu felt more lonely without his sister, their brief reunion having brought meaning to his life.

And it was all taken away.

All taken away by that wretched demon Fyodor.

He decided he would help his sister.

Free her from his sinful shackles.

He would do just that, whether or not she thought she was the one doing the saving.

She was blind to the chains binding him to crime and murder.

Blind and feeding contently off of his sweet lies and tempting fabrications of reality.

"Dostoyevsky," his voice was cold, foreboding,

"Osamu," the god-complexed male smirked back, "I've been wondering when you would visit us."

Stood next to the man was the shell of the lady Osamu had known as his sister. A hallow excuse of a human. Her features were dull, like porcelain, the spark of light in her eyes gone dull.

"What did you-"

"I didn't do anything to her, Osamu," he smirked, "It was all her decision,"

The brunette nearly snapped.

Nearly.

He kept a somewhat cool face, watching as the ravenette stepped down from the pallid chair he used as a throne.

The echo of his footprints was ear-splitting, the only noise you could hear.

He came to a stop just in front of Dazai, pulling a small blade from his coat pocket and dragging it swiftly across the brunette's neck.

He had known it would be his own demise.

He had desired death anyway.

But why did it hurt to stare at his little sister's hallow expression,

"She would never do this to herself by choice," he croaked, "She would never do anything with someone like you,"

"Let's ask her for her thoughts on the matter," Fyodor said, smirking.

"(Y/n), will you create a world of peace? A world of perfection? A world where scum like the Armed Detective Agency doesn't exist? A world inspired by you?"

A tear rolled down Dazai's face when she said her answer.

"Of course, Fyodor-Sama."

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