#and she's very chill about things and accepting of me but i'm still so nervous to come out to her again

[brainfullofbees]

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[imnotasuperhero]

To follow the compass (that beats in our chests)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

A/N: Hello buddies. I honestly don't know how to define this, so let's say it's just an idea I developed in different chunks of free time I had and I decided to just put it out in the open and see if it was good enough considering the astronomical hiatus I've took. This was not proofread.

Let me know your thoughts!

Sipping on the hot, bitter coffee, you relaxed on the park bench enjoying the calmness of the Saturday morning, forcing your mind to stop thinking about the stressful streak you’ve been having for the last few weeks.

And the smile on your lips grew at the realization the cutest puppy came barking and wagging its tail, sitting at your feet as if it was your own.

“Hi, buddy!” You giggled as you scratched on its fur. “Yeah, you’re a good puppy, aren’t you?” 

“Sparky!” A nervous voice called and you couldn’t help the chilling wave running down your spine.

Looking up, you saw the most beautiful woman ever, walking rapidly to you, “Come here, boy,” she kept calling unsuccessfully.

“It’s okay,” you kept on your smile when she was in hearing range while you kept on petting her dog, as if trying to calm her.

“I’m so sorry, he never sprints at strangers. I don’t know what-”

“Hey,” you stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, really.” You guided her to sit on the bench, worried about her state.

Inhaling deeply, her green eyes stared at you with some spark you couldn’t decipher. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be,” you smiled kindly, sitting by her side. “I’m Y/N,”

“Wanda,” she nodded curtly, her attention on the dog sitting between you two, looking back with curiosity. But before you could comment on some random thing to say, her grunt called your attention.

“Are you okay?” Your attention focused on the woman beside you.

“I'm fine… it's just a small kick,” she rubbed her protruding belly.

“Oh,” you realized just now she was pregnant. “How far are you?” 

“It's pretty early. About to enter the sixth month,” she smiled softly and you could feel her beautiful smile being tattooed on your soul.

“Do you have a name, yet?” You asked curiously.

“I just found out it's a boy on Wednesday, so I still have to decide on a few,”

“There you two are!” a familiar voice made your words die on your lips.

“Pietro?” You stood up with your smile growing its size.

“Hey, Y/N!” The blonde man smiled equally excited as he hugged you tightly.

“Now I know why he seemed so familiar,” you looked at the dog at Pietro’s feet requesting to be petted.

“Now I know why he ran to you out of nowhere,” Wanda chimed in, taking one of the two cups Pietro had. “Thank you,”

Winking at the brunette, Pietro turned his attention to you. “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” his smile never left his face. “I miss you at work,”

“Oh, I bet it’s torture,” you giggled, rolling your eyes.

“It’s true! George is just… too much.”

“Poor Pietro, he can’t manage a teenager,” you mocked him. “I’ll be back on Monday.” You assured.

“But what he can manage is finding a new place for his sister to move into.” The blonde stated with a cheeky smile.

“Wait, what?” Wanda frowned at her brother as if had grown two heads.

“Well, it’s simple math! You’re still looking for a roommate, right?” Pietro looked at you expectantly, waiting for your confirmation. “And you can’t handle living with me anymore. Ouch, by the way,” he turned to his sister. “That means you can move in with-”

“Does she even want me to move in?” Wanda interrupted her brother’s rant, and you felt the pressure as two pairs of eyes set on you.

“As long as you don’t smoke and keep at least the common areas tidy-”

“YES! She accepts the deal.” Pietro grabbed your hand and shook it as if it was a deal.

“There’s a problem, though.” Wanda looked down to where her hand was placed on her belly bump.

“I’m not new to babies. It’s okay by me,” you shrugged and couldn’t help the heat on your face as those green eyes shone with something warm.

That’s how the very next night, you’ve found yourself sliding in bed after a well deserved hot shower, for all the hard work you’ve done helping Wanda move into the empty spare room in your apartment.

But just as you were about to drift into sleep, a chocked scream washed away every bit of sleep you’ve collected through the day.

“Wands?” You entered her dark room, setting your eyes on the sitting form on the bed. Her soft features illuminated by the moonlight.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” she sighed.

“No need to,” you sat beside her on the bed. “Can I help you with something?”

At the tension levitating in the air, you insisted.

“I know I’m a grown up mother-to-be. But can you stay?” 

Getting under the covers, you opened your arms waiting.

“What happens in this room stays in this room,” the brunette joked as she settled half on top of you, and you couldn’t help the soft smile as you felt the extra weight on your side.

“Deal,” you refrained from kissing her head, wrapping your arm around her shoulders instead, allowing sleep to take over you once and for all.

Days and weeks passed, you’ve found yourself enjoying Wanda’s presence around you when neither of you were at work. Even more so when she took over dinner claiming she needed to destress from whatever case she had that day.

But for the last 4 days, Wanda had been assigned the night shift as she had to cover for a colleague and you sank deeper on the couch at the realization that hit you like a train.

So after a few minutes of wallowing in the newfound feeling, you stood up and walked to the kitchen, checking  on the food cooking on the stove.

Inhaling the warm smell you felt your chest inflate with joy. “Yummy,” you smiled as you grabbed the wooden spoon and stirred before tasting the stew. “Double yum.”

Moving to the cupboard you took a plate and stared at it for a second too long, deciding to grab two small containers instead.

As the floor-to-ceiling doors closed behind you, you granted yourself a few seconds to calm down, unbelieving the impulse that brought you here.

“Hi,” you greeted the first nurse you’ve found after the receptionist indicated where the pediatric floor was.

“Hello darling,” the nice old lady smiled at you. “How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for Dr. Maximoff, please.”

After checking on the screen, the big brown eyes looked back at you with a compassionate look. “She’s in surgery right now, but should be done in any minute.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll wait for her,” you faked your best smile, not being a fan of hospitals.

But before you could end up walking away from the stress the place provided you, a tap on your shoulder called your attention.

“Hi,” you smiled brightly as you took off your earphones.

“Hello yourself,” the brunette matched your smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought us dinner.”

“Oh, my. You’re the best,” Wanda’s arms wrapped around you and you felt the familiar warmth you’ve got used to. “I definitely need something after that O.R.”

“Was it an emergency?” You asked, following her to what you assumed was the common room.

“Sadly, yes.” Wanda took two water bottles before sitting down at the table. “Remember the girl I told you about yesterday?”

“The one with heart failure?” You took the containers and opened them, filling the room with the warm tasty smell.

“Oh, lord. Looks so good,” Wanda took a bite and smiled. “It is good,” she nodded to herself and you couldn’t help the giggles. “But yes, that one. Turns out she had a clog on her aorta so we had to operate.”

“Poor thing,” you pouted, it was sad to hear some of Wanda’s patients’ medical records. “So now her heart surgery has to wait.”

“At least another day, yes.” She took a mouthful. “What brought you here? And with food?”

“The apartment felt empty and I was bored,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You sure it's not the fact you miss me?” Wanda raised her eyebrow.

“Ehh, that’s just details.” You waved it off.

“And here I thought I was special,” the brunette pouted, making you purse your lips to avoid you from smiling.

The next few minutes were spent in a comfortable silence, which wasn’t strange to you both since you easily found quite the comfort in the other’s company. But that bubble popped when Wanda’s pager rang with a nine-eleven call.

“I’m so sorry, Detka.”

“No, don’t worry, duty calls.” You eased her as you took her hands from the picked up forks. “I’ve got it. You go save lives and I’ll see you at home,”

“I’ll make it up to you,” she pecked your lips and stormed off the room, leaving you frozen.

Caressing your lips, you tried to process the day’s unfolding. Where did that come from? Was it just a reflex or was it something she’s wanted to do willingly?

All these questions ran through your mind, slowly indulging the feeling that was hidden in a box, burning madly like a flame that could consume the restraints in any minute. And to be honest, it didn’t scare you, because if anything, all the pent up tension meant there was more in store for you and Wanda than just be friends.

[willsimpforanyone]

Hello! I'm not sure if you are taking requests right now, but I'd you are could you do something with a daughter of medusa who us almost or fully blind and everyone avoids her except for percy who has a crush on her? Can end however ypu would like :).

And remember to take of yourself and drink water!!! ❤️

thank u my lovely <3 hope u enjoy

i do have bad vision but i am not blind, so i apologise for inaccuracies,

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medusa was blessed with a daughter

gorgeously thick, curly hair, strong as hell, brought up by your mother as best she could

she was so happy when you opened your eyes as a baby and no one you looked at turned to stone

her curse was not yours!

it only took a moment for her to realise her curse had a different effect on you

you were not cursed, but as a side effect of being medusa's child, you were almost completely blind

growing up, you never realised there was anything too different about you

why would you? your mother raised you and she kept her eyes covered most of the time, she knew how to live as a blind woman in a seeing world

things got worse as you got older, and around 10 years old is when it got really bad

the monsters were relentless, and even medusa hiding you away didn't seem to help with the nightmares

so, when you were 12, she brought you to the camp

chiron was hesitant, but knew you meant no harm - you were a scared, lonely kid, like so many others before you

kinda for the first time, you were interacting with people who could see

it wasn't hard to guess who your mother was, and apparently that was enough for the other kids to reject you immediately

you learned to wear sunglasses or some kind of fabric over your eyes, otherwise some kid would start screaming

the first couple years of teenhood were rough

of course. you learned to live with it

you learned to become incredibly spacially aware, to be able to walk into a room and know exactly how many people there were and where they were standing

there were some kids who were alright, some from the athena cabin were civil despite their mom being the one who cursed yours

occasionally, though, there was a kid called percy

a son of posiden, who you were suitably wary enough of (again, considering the story)

he came to camp a little before you did, and was off on a quest when you actually arrived

it was an odd introduction

"hi, i'm percy, i kinda killed your mom"

you had shrugged, fingers still trailing over the book in front of you

"i know. she sent me an iris message from the underworld. it's not the first time someone's killed her, she'll be back in a few days"

the silence that followed was one of awkward expectation, and you snorted a laugh. "dude, chill out, i don't care anymore"

he'd hesitantly accepted your acceptance and had left, and you'd thought that would be the end of it

to your surprise, he would come back and talk

a friendship blossomed over the next couple years, something that was new to you

you genuinely liked him

he didn't ask questions about being blind all the time, he didn't scream when your sunglasses slipped down your nose, he seemed to automatically let you know what he was doing and where he was in your space

with him came grover, the somewhat nervous satyr who calmed down once annabeth, percy's other friend, slapped the back of his head when he asked if your hair was just a bunch very thin snakes

this was more friends than you'd had in your life, and it was kind of incredible

annabeth got some books in greek braille, and together you discovered that it was easier for you to read - the ancient greek hardwire was still very much present in your brain, even if you couldn't see the letters

percy, however, went the extra mile every time

every activity you were hesitant about, he was right there with you, describing the new areas, offering to help but never touching you or giving advice unless you asked first

any time something changed with the camp, whether it was a part of the forest or the layout of the camp itself, he'd go with you to explore the differences to change the mental map you had in your head

late nights were reserved for sitting together around a campfire, maybe with grover and annabeth, maybe not

but they were a time for you to ask questions instead

what colour were the new swords? what does bronze look like? is the red of the strawberries as sweet as they taste?

he would answer as best he can, trying to explain from every angle, like trying not to use other colours to explain another colour

one night, in your fourth year of camp, you got up the courage to ask him the question you'd been wanting to ask him forever

"percy? what do i look like?"

there was a pause, and you knew he had turned to look at you by the rustling of his hair

...a minute passes, and you shift in your seat

"you don't have to tell me, it's fine, forget i asked-"

"no!"

he interrupts you, blurting out a protest a little louder than he intended

he continues, clearing his throat

"no, i just- would it be okay if you took your sunglasses off? so i can give you the best description?"

in answer, you slipped off your sunglasses, hanging them in the neck of your t-shirt

all you could see was a faint warm, orange-yellow glow from the fire

percy takes a breath

"okay, here goes- you're beautiful. i-i know that isn't much but... you look warm. like the feeling of coming back to our cabin at the end of a really good day, tired but happy, and everything is quiet and calm and cosy and you know you're gonna sleep so good. you look like sunsets over the sea, like someone has managed to set the horizon on fire but, y'know. less dangerous than setting fire to things."

you laugh, subconsciously leaning against his shoulder with your heart trying to keep pace with the butterflies in your stomach

"yeah? i look warm?"

his voice is almost a whisper

"right now, yeah. the firelight is reaching out over the grass to touch you, preferring to have you warm than the trees around us. if we were regular teenagers, we could be telling scary stories"

i rest my hand, palm up, on his knee, a silent way of telling him to give me his hand

he does so, and i link our fingers together tightly, a 'thank you' that we don't need to hear

"percy?"

"yeah?"

"what do you look like right now?"

another pause, and he squeezes my fingers gently

"i think... right now, i look like i'm completely in love with you"

my head lifts from his shoulder, head turned to him as if i need to hear him better, like we aren't side to side, holding hands

"you... what?"

he breathes a shaky laugh, and i feel his hand move to pause just over my cheek

"sorry, that wasn't a great description, but i couldn't think of anything else to say. can i put my hand on your cheek?"

slowly, i nod, feeling his warm palm settle against my skin, his thumb brushing over my cheek

"please say no if you don't want me to," he whispers, voice nervous but also filled with hope

"but can i please kiss you?"

i don't need to be able to see to know how big he smiles when i say "yes"

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i hope that was okay? i tried my best, if anyone has an issue with it or wants me to correct something, let me know!

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki x Sengoku Night Blood Crossover - A Fleeting Vision A Fortuitous Meeting with a Samurai Episode 3

Looking at how fast I can translate about 2-3000 characters chapters so quickly... is not something I ever think about 🤣. Or for more than 30 seconds aside from when noticing how much work I've done so far hahaha. In fairness, I haven't hid the fact that I hate to translate and would rather do almost anything else... c'est la vie.

Anyway, there are two more parts after this... and once I'm done with those, that'll be it for Hakuoki until I finish playing Veilguard, as that'll cover the one missed week in September and five weeks (Thursdays) for October.

Hakuoki x Sengoku Night Blood Crossover - A Fleeting Vision A Fortuitous Meeting with a Samurai Episode 3: Fumbling in the Dark

Translation by KumoriYami

The next morning——after being called to the Great Hall [?], I noticed that Yukimura-san and the others were already there.

Heroine: (Although I'm very glad that we can meet again so soon, I'm still nervous about meeting like this though…)

I wasn't the only one feeling this way, and Yukimura-san was looking similarly looking straight at me with a nervous look on her face.

Heroine: (If only the upcoming discussion could eliminate this sense of unease…)

Just as I began thinking that, the conversation between both sides started.

We exchanged the information that we had. Unfortunately, Yukimura-san didn't provide any new information, there were still many things I hadn't yet told them, and I revealed everything this time.

Okita: In other words, we got dragged into the Geggazoku's struggle for power?

His words were so sharp, that I was a little worried that everyone from Uesugi Army would be hurt by those words.

Heroine: (Though I can understand being angry for getting caught up in this world without consent…)

Amakasu Kagemochi: I really don't have any justification to refute that. However, we can be certain that it is not our fault that you were called to this world. Please understand that.

Saito: I have a general understanding of the situation, but this really is quite troublesome.

Amakasu Kagemochi: I have nothing to say.

Kagemochi-san must have been ready to be criticized a long time ago. His attitude was the same as usual, while the others listened in silence.

Saito: We wish to return to our original world. Provided that we are able to see this Himemiko, will she able to grant our wish?

Amakasu Kagemochi: I can only say that's how it should be. We are similarly betting everything on that possibility and are currently searching for her. So, if you also want to find the Himemiko, do you want to take action with us?

Okita: In other words, while were with you, we'll be fighting those monsters called Yakuma, right?

Amakasu Kagemochi: Yes, that's indeed how it will be.

Okita: Nn.... Hey, I bet other people have said that you have a nice personality?

Amakasu Kagemochi: Hehe, who knows?

Both of their smiles made them appear happy, but they made people shudder, and sent chills down their spines.

Saito: Although your negotiation demands are somewhat unreasonable, I have a general understanding for what it entails. However, I cannot respond to you immediately.

Amakasu Kagemochi: Can you tell me why you can't reply?

Saito: We have an individual we need to receive our instructions from, and as long as this person agrees, we will accept your request.

Naoe Kanetsugu: Is the person you are referring to also in Shinga?

Saito: A moment before being drawn into this world, we had all been acting together. I believe that it would be more appropriate to consider them as having come to this world.

Kakizaki Kageie: Then, they should be in the Uesugi domain… No, somewhere in Shinga.

I couldn't hide my surprise upon finding out that more people have come to Shinga than anticipated.

Uesugi Kenshin: Why have so many people been involved this time?

Amakasu Kagemochi: Maybe the Himemiko's power has experienced some sort of change.

Uesugi Kenshin: Perhaps. However we can't just act on speculation. Still let's prioritize protecting the visitors who have come here from another world. Kagekatsu, Kanetsugu. I order you to find their companions and bring them here.

Saito: If I go with you, my comrades should be more likely to believe you. Allow me to accompany you.

Heroine: (It's great that both sides were able to reach an agreement sooner than I thought…)

Just as my heart secretly rejoiced——

Okita: Hey, it'll be boring to spend this time waiting for Hijikata-san. Uesugi-san, you should be quite good at fighting right? Can you accompany me for a few moves?

The gentle atmosphere inside the venue was filled with killing intent due to Okita-san's words.

Kakizaki Kageie: What impudence! You can't just… get away with saying that as a joke!

Okita: I didn't intend to say that as a joke just now.

Amakasu Kagemochi: Then, please modify your previous remarks. You words are too rude.

After receiving the sever responses from Kageie-san and Kagemochi-san, Okita-san shrugged his shoulders and shut up.

Amakasu Kagemochi: Please bring them to the guest room.

The retainers grimaced and brought them away.

Since I still wanted to talk to Yukimura-san, I went to the room that was assigned to them.

Heroine: (Uh... why is Kageie-san here?) (In any case, they should be treated as guests, so there's no need for the surveillance.)

Perhaps it's because my question was shown in my expression, Kageie-san turned his head away uncomfortably.

Kakizaki Kageie: I, I'm not spying on them. I'm just a bit concerned about their rude marks to Kenshin-sama just now.

Heroine: (I see. Okita-san's remarks just now caused them to be viewed with suspicion again.)

For the Uesugi Army, Kenshin-san is viewed as a special existence, and isn't the kind of person you can casually propose a fight with. Due to Okita-san's remarks just now, they've become targets of Kageie-san's surveillaince.

Heroine: (They should have different different ways of thinking. This sort of thing will need time to understand.)

Because I knew that the situation becoming like this wasn't the fault of either party, I frankly explained my intentions to Kageie-san.

Heroine: I want to speak to Yukimura-san, there shouldn't be an problem with that, right?

Kakizaki Kageie: Of course that won't be a problem. I'll make the arrangements, just wait a moment.

Heroine: Okay, thank you.

After waiting there for a while, the shoji door opened. Looking inside, I could see Yukimura-san standing at the back of the room.

Toudou: Hey, is it really okay that I don't come with you?

Harada: Don't worry, didn't we just agree that I'll be the one to stand guard?

Toudou: That being said… I'll still go ...

Kakizaki Kageie: Didn't I allow just one of you to follow?

Toudou: Speaking of which, it's not because you're monitoring us that we're feeling nervous.

Harada: That's because Souji did something wrong. However the culprit himself didn't care and went to sleep.

Kakizaki Kageie: That's exactly what happened/how it is. I'll calm down after a while, so you should bear with it for now.

Heroine: (I'd still rather come back again later.)

While both parties were bickering, Yukimura-san noticed my presence and lightly nodded to me.

Yukimura: No, I'm sorry…… I'll go over now. Heisuke-kun, I'll be fine, so I'll be going first.

Harada: Then, I'll leave watching the place to you.

Toudou: Got it. If anything happens, just call and I'll rush over right away.

I smiled as Yukimura-san walked towards me.

Heroine: I'm sorry for visiting so suddenly. I wanted to come to talk to you.

Yukimura: Of course that isn't a problem. I wanted to talk with you too...

That's good, I thought, and let out a relieved breath, before then deciding to go somewhere quiet with her to talk.

At first, I was going to take her to my room…… But in the end, I chose the place facing the courtyard because I felt that it would be better than an enclosed space. Harada-san stopped not too far away us, and sat down while holding his spear.

Yukimura: Um, please don't mind that, he's in the habit of never leaving his weapon...

Heroine: Nn, I don't mind. And Kageie-san was also always like this before, so that makes two of us. (I think that as long as both parties can slowly understand each other, that would be good.)

From the same perspective, because I am also a woman, I really wanted to speak with Yukimura-san.

Heroine: You just came here, so there must be a lot of inconveniences for you. If there's anything I can do to help, please feel free to ask.

Yukimura: Thank you. But, But why do you want to take care of me like this?

Heroine: Because in this world, I'm still your senpai.

Yukimura:.....! So that's how it is.... Hehe, then I'll trouble you a lot.

Heroine: You can still laugh… That's great…. I was worried that you were going to feel depressed.

Yukimura: How could I get depressed! I have an important mission that I still need to complete in my original world.

Although I didn't know what Yukimura-san's mission was, seeing the enthusiasm and her eyes however, made me want to cheer for her.

Heroine: I'm rooting for you. Then let's go find Himemiko-sama together.

Yukimura: Okay!

While we were chatting aimlessly and enjoying ourselves, there was a sudden commotion from the city. Just as we felt that we were unable to make sense of anything, Harada-san spoke to Yukimura-san.

Harada: It seems like something's happened. Let's go back to our room just in case.

Yukimura:...That's right.

After listening to Harada-san's words, Chizuru-san nodded. I was about to bring them to their room——

Amakasu Kagemochi: Ah, there you are.

Heroine: Kagemochi-san! What on earth is going on?

Amakasu Kagemochi: It appears that Yakuma have appeared in the town.

---to be continued in part 4 here---

[spicysix]

🔀 stargyle (if you’re still accepting these <3)

yes i am! thank you for sending ♡ i got Butter by BTS

ooohoho so i'm thinking spicy six get-together and they're all a few (a lot) drinks in and so they start talking about their love sex lives and steve's bragging on and on about how he's the best flirt, that people fall to his feet all the time and robin and eddie are begrudgingly agreeing because they go clubbing together and steve always has a line of people wanting him and he never leaves alone. steve's like "yeah i treat them right y'know can't help it i just got it" with the most ridiculously smug smile. jonathan looks at nancy who just shrugs and robin points it out that steve was able to make nancy 'cool head' wheeler fall for his harrington charm so there's no arguing there. and jonathan's like, ok nancy's a big one but it's not possible that you are able to just make everyone melt and steve's like "bet" so jonathan looks at argyle who's on the armchair just smoking his joint and watching the whole banter with a soft smile. argyle's the chilliest dude there is. he doesn't yearn. he doesn't pine. things like that are simple for him, jonathan's seen him getting it time and time again and he might get a little nervous sometimes but he goes straight for the prize and his sincerity always makes him more attractive to people (cue to argyle's soft smile turning into a funny smirk and his eyebrow rising as jonathan is so very adamant in defending his chilliness... no one else notices, but eddie thinks that's Suspicious). so anyway jonathan dares steve to make argyle lose his shit with the harrington charm, is so sure steve can't do it and steve's like "you're gonna eat your words byers"

long story short steve spends the next two weeks wooing argyle in every way he can, brings the harrington charm to a top level, stuff no one's seen before, the best dates he can come up with and. it really is kind of hard, he hates to admit it. but argyle is always so casual about stuff. he nevers turns steve down and he compliments his efforts but it's really so different than the infatuated responses steve's used to

so the next biweekly spicy six get-together comes around and jonathan asks steve for his results and steve's shoulders drop and he looks down ready to be humiliated when he feels argyle's arms on his shoulder and wow he never noticed how good the guy smells, and is he playing with steve's ear and are those goosebumps steve's feeling? argyle looks jonathan straight in the eyes and is like "my man here won the bet, he's deliciously charming" and steve's never been more confused because he really didn't think it was working, and is argyle lying for him? "are you lying for him?" robin asks because let's be honest she knows everything that happened because steve told her, the boy's ego is crushed. argyle shrugs without taking his arm off of steve's shoulders "nah man i really can look chill from the outside but i was mentally like twirling my hair n shit" he giggles, GIGGLES. steve's going feral. then he turns to steve and jesus christ his face is so close and he looks so pretty "guess i should have my turn to woo you now huh stevie-boy?" with a shit eating grin and steve is fucking red everywhere and eddie is cackling in the background and jonathan and nancy share a funny look as if that has been the plan all along...

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

[nakimesbiwa]

All for you~

Bullied!Fem!Reader. I'm not going to put who's going to be the crush or the main factor. So, read to see for yourself! Also, a warning for Yandere themes, only in the other parts though. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY- All the characters are aged up;( The last thing; is that I got this idea, painfully from c.ai.. So the reader goes by (Ukiouma, Uki, or even Ukio.), and if you don't like the name you can switch it!

This is Part 1.

Today, Ukiouma is packing up, she finally got accepted into a school, which means, she doesn't have to go back and forth between her home and school- they have dorms. Although she isn't abandoning her home, she surely will miss it. As she picks up her backpack she sighs, "Mom and Dad would be proud of me..", she smiles. Unluckily, a few months ago- her parents died in a car accident that set Ukiouma in a depression, but to her parent's wishes- she still pushed toward her goal. She quietly walks out of her room as she closes the door, running downstairs. She finally reaches the front door, she looks back and all she does is just a simple smile before opening the door and walking out. Since the school she applied for isn't far away, she walked there as the sun shines brightly on her face- which gets her hot of course but she doesn't stop there.

Luckily, since it's the first day, the students get one day off to unpack their stuff- and the school is still open which causes people to hang out in the meantime. Ukiouma looks at the school which is surprisingly huge and is connected to the dorms, and it has three pathways; one is to the school, the other one is to a garden, and lastly, the other one is to the dorms. She slowly walks to the dorm's pathway as she feels nervous about starting school tomorrow- She hasn't had a good experience with people (Students.) as she was bullied at her other school. It left a bad scar on her, it was so bad that it made her kind of unstable, mentally. With all these thoughts going on in her head she finally goes to the end of the path, she looks up to see the dorms, and as the school is; it's huge. She can see a few people which makes her anxious. She makes her way up the stairs. looking around and they seem nice- She finally makes it up to her dorm and she opens it; it reminds her of a Japanese apartment, which is a good thing. She takes off her shoes at the entrance and sets her backpack down, She is going to unpack her things later as she was kind of too lazy to do it herself. And it even has a kitchen, stove, TABLES, STOOLS, A SMALL LIVING ROOM, AND ONE BEDROOM? This dorm had it all and she liked it. But then she remembered that they had a uniform and that the paper said it should be sitting right in her room, so she went there and the bedroom was… Good? But the uniform looked better. The thing she hoped was that the skirt wouldn't be that short, this one was middle-length. But mind off that- all she wanted to do was chill or sleep, she thought of going on a walk in the garden! Just to get a first impression of it.

She gets out of her dorm and walks down the stairs, she walks to the garden pathway, she looks around- all the flowers, plants, and mushrooms look so pretty to her that she just wants to steal them but sadly she can't. As she's walking down the path she stops to see this very pretty flower as she leans in towards it and looks down to see more, she sees a SNAKE. She leans back a bit. She is frozen, she's sweating and is scared… But who snake is this, all she wanted to do was to scream and run away or walk away as she usually does… But after 10 whole minutes, she gets the courage to slowly pick up the snack and analyze it. It's white and has red eyes, well that's a one-of-a-kind snake! She slowly but gently pets it as she says, "Now… W-who do you belong t-t-to?", she looks around because surely this pretty snake must have an owner right?! She walks with it while the snake slithers around her arm, even if the snake bites her- she tries not to throw it across from her. She just stares at the snake as she walks, and that leads her to bump into somebody but she slightly loses her grip on the snake. As she looks up a person is standing or towering over her as they look down at her. A voice says, "I-is.. That- my snake?", the person says in a low voice, Ukiouma slightly blushes, "I-i-i- Wait.. It's… Yours?", She tilts her head a bit as she regains her position. "Uh.. Yes? I… Been looking for it, for a while now.", In Ukiouma's mind- it makes an 'oh' sound as she nervously smiles and hands it back to him after that she quietly asks- in her kind nature, "If-you..um… Don't mind me asking… What's your name?", He stares at her, "My name is Obanai- But you can call me iguro.", Ukiouma nods at him as she looks away but looks back. "Uh.. Thank you for telling me your name!", She giggles nervously. Iguro nods slightly, "Thank you for giving me my snake back..", He whispers, "Is your name.. Ukiouma by chance?", Ukiouma gets shocked and creeped out by how he knows her name but they only just meant- but it gets overshadowed by her kindness and her just thinking that it's just a convinced. "Yea.. That's my name!", Obanai smiles slightly but you can't see it, because he has a white mask on. "I have to go… But I hope we meet again okay?", He says in an unexpectedly soft tone, Ukiouma nods, "Me too! Bye!" Before Obanai does, Ukiouma turns away but that thought of Iguro knowing her name is making her feel weird, but hopefully it's not as weird as she sees it right? As she enters her dorm, she already feels like it's been a long day, and the stress seems to be getting on to her as she lazily walks to her room and flops on the bed, immediately falling asleep.

She wakes up and slowly opens her eyes, she yawns and thinks to herself, "I hate this already…Hm.", She sits up on her bed and looks around- she already regrets not unpacking her stuff but she gets through it. She gets up and walks to her bathroom, lowering her doe eyes as she sees how messy her hair is. Luckily, they already have a pre-hairbrush there, so she quickly uses it- after that, she puts some skeleton clips on her hair. She smiles and gets out as she picks out one of the pairs of uniforms she has walked back, and puts it on. Feeling somewhat proud; she puts on a black jacket and her shoes- finds that it is 6:30 am by looking at her phone; she lazes around and finds time to unpack her clothes and items to make it easier for her the next morning. She's so busy doing this that she doesn't know that it's 7:20 am by now. She looks back at her phone and immediately gets up and runs to the front door, running to the campus to get to her first class. Finally, reaching the front door of the school it takes her to use a little bit of her strength to just open one door. She sighed and mumbled to herself, "I-I hope.. I-am not late..T-to c-class.", As she walked down the hallway it was almost empty in fact, but then she remembered that she hadn't even brought her school bag and her schedule sheet.. So she's lost at peak here. All she remembered was that it said 13- WAIT 13? OH.. And 2nd floor. She ran up the stairs but slowed down her pace as she reached the front slider door, the fact is, she was so nervous as she was late to her first-ever class. She slowly opens the door as everyone stares at her, and the teacher gives a quick glare before going back to her class as she sits down she still stares at her but it has gone down to a few, and it makes her feel weird… s like a normal student, she takes notes, but she can still see someone looking at her, no.. Just one person looking at her. What was it? Her eyes look slightly to the side and sees this boy- who looks like a girl.. he has hair loose with two clumps protruding slightly from each side of his head, a set of marginally shorter hair left down to frame his face, and unruly bangs over his forehead. And His pale turquoise eyes are large and empty-looking, staring right at her with no expression whichsoever. What does he want? Why is he staring at her like that? Her eyes slowly go back to her work but she gets an aura a him that he.. dangerous? But he didn't look like that type of person, so it got overshadowed easily as she shouldn't be thinking of a person she hadn't even met before, and she shouldn't judge a book by its cover, he can be a good person after all!..

(His not a dangerous person… Right? RIGHT?)

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With Me, Love

Fandom: Grishaverse: The Grisha Trilogy and Shadow and Bone Summary: The Puppy Prince has become the King of Scars, but he still can't hide who he was before from a woman like Zoya. Warnings: Implied sexual coercion and PTSD Word Count: 1,483 Ship(s): Zoya Nazalensky/Nikolai Lantsov

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A/N: I'm going to be honest: This entire fic is based off of things I've read from other peoples fics because I haven't read the King of Scars book so I don't know the canon. I've also never read a ship for these two, but I do really love them. This is my first installation of them ever, so I'm kind of nervous to post it haha. I hope that you guys enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

Zoya’s entire life was filled with meetings and appointments. She had to teach her classes twice a week down at the Grisha school, then she had to do training on the other days with the soldiers that they had recruited from around the country. After that, she had meetings with the war council, visiting dignitaries, and nobles from their newly reunified kingdom. She had known when she accepted Nikolai’s proposal that she was going to be busy, but she hadn’t expected it to wear her down quite as much as it was now.

Her feet ached, her calves were swollen from retaining water, and her eyes felt like they were about a second and a half from falling shut and blocking out the world. Every day when she and her husband retired to their chambers, they got barely a word to each other before one or both of them had fallen asleep. She loved him more than she could put into words, more than she would ever deign to say at least, and she wanted to be able to prove that to him. They had barely had any time since their wedding to do anything that would constitute romance, much less what she had been promised a married woman would be able to do.

Despite her complaints, despite the aching of her body, despite the exhaustion in her bones, the world didn’t care. Things continued on whether she wanted them to stop or not. She had more meetings every day and if she decided that she wasn’t going to attend them then they would simply be placed on a different day. There was no way for her to escape that and part of her didn’t want to, she had known what she had signed up for when she said yes.

She passed through the halls with her head held high and electricity sparkling behind her dark blue irises. She was always aware of the eyes that were following her from the Grisha, the visiting nobles, the guards, and the staff. She was a beautiful person and she was the Queen of Ravka, both of which were bound to bring her some attention. She basked in it because she knew that she deserved it, but she refused to let it worm its way into her psyche the way that Nikolai’s mother had.

Her hand touched the doorknob leading into her office before she felt a chill creep up the base of her spine. It was something that had happened before, usually when she was sensing that something was out of the place where it was meant to be. It was something that she had honed when she was in the war, sensing the difference in the air particles inside of the room that she was about to enter.

Zoya narrowed her eyes and then shifted the papers under her arms so that they were held against her body and she would be able to summon when she entered. She wasn’t going to come in with her powers blazing this time because the last time that she had done that, she had accidentally hit a servant girl that Nikolai had sent into their private chambers to clean up the mess of their nightmares.

She breathed out as she pressed the door open and then took a step inside. She was met with a head of blond hair that was perfectly styled and a very familiar military outfit. “What are you doing in here?” she asked her husband as she walked past him and set her things down on her desk. She only had about fifteen minutes to sift through all of the proposals that she had been given so that she could be prepared for her next meeting.

She turned towards the man with both of her hands on her hips so that he knew how upset she was. It was hard to keep up the facade when she saw the stupid smile that was resting on his handsome features. They really needed to find some time that they could spare amongst their ever-busy schedules.

Nikolai reached out and then grasped one of her hands so that he could run his ungloved thumb over the tendons. She stared at where the tips of his fingers were lined with thick black scars, the weight of what he carried with him from the war. “I was thinking that we could spend some time together,” he suggested.

“We don’t have time for anything and you know that,” she replied with an unamused raise of her brow.

“Perhaps I knew that this morning, but a king could let something slip through the cracks when he is as busy as I,” he replied with one of his stupid smirks. She wanted to kiss him and squish his cheeks together long enough that it wasn’t on his face anymore.

“Nikolai, when I married you, you promised that we wouldn’t become the kind of rulers that your parents were. I am the Windmaker Queen and the Etherealki leg of the Grisha Triumvirate, I cannot simply shirk off my duties because I miss my husband,” she sighed. The allure of what he was proposing was trying to consume her, but she had enough self restraint that she was going to leave it. She wouldn’t concede to him when he was trying to run away from his problems again, not when they had just begun to get their reputation to a good place.

Nikolai beamed so brightly that Zoya felt like Alina had gotten her powers back and manifested them inside of her husband. He stood from his chair and then let his arms lazily wrap around her waist so that they were a hair’s breadth away from being flush. Every place that he touched her felt like it was alight with love and passion for him. “You miss me?”

“Of course I miss you,” she scoffed. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you have to get out of my office so that I can prepare for my next meeting.”

“Did the others not tell you? That’s been canceled,” he grinned. He leaned forward so that their foreheads were resting together and she allowed it. She had never thought that she would be a tender lover because she wasn’t really a tender person. Back when she had been in the Darkling’s bed, she had thought that love was a quick tumble and then a separation. Nikolai had taught her that love was utter devotion and care, tender moments stolen among the chaos instead of prioritizing anything around it.

“Canceled?” she asked, trying to see any lie in his mischievous fox’s eyes.

“They’ve been delayed in their travels, which means that you and I have plenty of time to spend together before we have to meet with the generals of the First Army again,” he grinned. He hadn’t let go of her waist yet, but she was suddenly far less annoyed about that fact. She grinned back at him as she threw her arms around his neck and brought him in for a kiss.

He didn’t drag it out as long as she had been expecting him to and instead took her hand and lead her from her office. They dropped their hands and walked by each other like they were nothing more than coworkers once they were back under the scrutiny of the general public. One day, Zoya would be able to overcome the pain that the Darkling had caused when he had picked her to be his favorite, the scorn that had brought her from all the other Grisha in her school, and she would be able to hold her husband’s hand in public. She was just grateful that he was alright to work with her while she was still climbing over that mountain.

They stepped through the door that led to the private garden the Dowager Queen had made, full of hyacinths and weeping willows and babbling brooks. In the center of the grass was a chipper pink and white checkered blanket with a decent sized brown wicker basket resting in the center. “Nikolai, how long have you been planning this?” she asked, turning back to face him like she was upset again.

“I’ve been planning it for almost as long as you’ve been wearing ribbons in your hair but I had it set up as soon as I got word that the embassy trip for the Kerch was delayed,” he replied. He was a troublemaker, she had known that from the beginning, and yet she still cherished him more than anything in the world. 

She rolled her eyes at him so that he wouldn’t know how deep her feelings for him ran. She then reached out and took his hand so that she could tug him over to the blanket and they could enjoy their meal before the bugs did.

[sexysilverstrider]

reading the japanese and english takukamu S supports im just getting really emotional over the japanese version

when i reread the official english version, i realize they kinda water down how takumi really felt. that explains why i got REALLY emotional reading the japanese version. some of the changes were:

english: there is something else I wanted to talk about… japanese: will you listen to my request?

while this doesnt seem much, the eng version makes takumi sound calmer while jpn version makes him sound nervous. it was a bit odd when takumi says request but then

english: So…does this change anything? About your feelings toward us, I mean. japanese: Hey. Earlier... you said you would listen to my request. So, will you... forgive me for this?

apparently after confessing his feelings n telling the truth, jpn takumi clearly felt disgusted and horrified that he has romantic feelings for someone he was supposed to call sister. eng takumi once again makes him feel calmer and chill as if he had enough time to think and ponder--almost as if the big truth wasnt all that much--while jpn takumi is implied to have rued and suffered through his feelings, fearing that kamui will hate or be disgusted with him. after alls said and done, all takumi ever wanted was for kamui to accept him even if she doesnt love him

english: Avatar: When you said that you liked me, my heart started racing. But I didn't want it to show because I didn't know about Father. Everything is so confusing. Takumi: That's right. But in a confusing world, we must cling to the few fragments of truth we share. And the truth is that I love you, Avatar, and you love me. Let's build a future on that. Avatar: Y-yes. I think you're right. Let's give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen? japanese: Kamui: When you said that you liked me earlier, I was really happy. Because we're siblings, I've avoided saying such a thing... Takumi: Kamui-neesan... Kamui: ... But you came straight out and said you liked me. You showed me that it was okay to love you. Thank you, Takumi. I also want to stay by your side... Takumi: Nee-san...!! For you to have the same feelings as me, I've never been this happy in my life. So... I'll give you this ring. ... I'll protect you with my whole life. Kamui: ... I'm so happy, Takumi! From now on, please take care of me! Takumi: Okay...!

once again this ending!!!! while i do like the eng version the fact that it feels......less emotional than the japanese one. yes takumi is more assured of his feelings now that its reciprocated. i hate that the english version doesnt wanna highlight the 'i cant romantically love you coz i thought we were siblings' like cowards. apply the brocon/siscon themes in this game as its supposed to be. but yeah i still do appreciate takumi being more confident and kamui still being hesitant but they both embraced their feelings nicely

but the japanese one

oooohhh OOOHHH kamui straight up saying she loves takumi too but didnt act out coz she thought they were related. takumi preparing A RING eventho he was 70% sure she wont love him the same way. takumi saying he will protect her with his own life which brings the whole conquest story 10x more painful.

english: If you were aiming for my heart, you've struck true. This was meant to be…

cheesy cute S support dialogue. 10/10. adorable. the last sentence is my otp tag for them after all

japanese: Thank you, sister. I'm so very happy. No matter what people think...these feelings won't change. I love you.

HEARTBREAKING HONEST S SUPPORT. 12/10 MAKING ME CRY. LOVE THAT HE PROMISES NO MATTER WHAT HE WILL ALWAYS LOVE HER. GOOD GOD

and my personal favourite difference of them all?

english: I'm sorry. I struggled with whether or not to tell you any of this. After all, now that you know, we can never go back to being siblings. But I couldn't simply pretend to be your brother for the rest of my life. Especially not with the way I felt about you. It is shameful, I know.

again takumi is being calm and somewhat professional. he knows its weird and tbfh i hate that the localization want to highlight how weird it is. we get it i know. but they make takumi level-headed which when i think back is kind of off for him but i appreciate the maturity of his behaviour here

japanese: I'm sorry... Nee-san. I was really at a loss as to whether I should tell you this or not. Now that I have, we can't go back to being siblings. But I... couldn't have beared living my whole life acting as your brother. I would have rather died...

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK OHHH MY GOOOOD FUCK FUCK FUCK AAAAAAAAAA!!!! i can hear his pain. his sorrow. his guilt. there is no voice acting in the supports but i can HEAR takumis emotions. the very fact that he loves her so so much and he cant bear pretending to be her brother anymore. the very fact that seeing kamui with another man might n will kill him. the very fact that he would rather die than pretending to be someone hes not. this is what im eating. this is what ive been robbed. this very line made me cry THE SECOND I READ IT im about to cry now!!! that very last line is just a big Fuck You to his fate in conquest GOD AAAAAAAAAA

[ink-of-wisdom]

Noisy Neighbors

Hi, I'm usually a level headed person who doesn't get offended right away even if someone mistreats me. But our neighbors are clearly testing my nerves. Our home is in a subdivision which makes our houses literally placed next to one another with no gaps which means compromises must be made through unwritten/non-verbal means. Last two years, our neighbors have been constantly placing their trash in front of our house. Do note that the road in front of them still has enough space for theirs but they intentionally chose to place their trash in our side. Of course, my family and I were p*ssed by this. Though we didn't show actions until I eventually told off the Mother in a respectful manner.

The situation went like this.

As usual, the neighbors have put their garbage in our side. My mom noticed this and was about to explode in anger but I decided to take this chance to confront them in her stead.

I am a timid girl but managed to calm my nervous heart and spoke to the neighbors who were chilling by their side of the road. "Pwede po ba pakitanggal ng basura niyo? Nasa tapat na ng bahay namin oh." [Trans: Can you please remove your trash. It's literally right in front of our home.]

The mother neighbor who heard me, remained relaxed. "Ah sige sige, mamaya." [Trans: Ah, alright alright. Later]

I knew she wouldn't move it so I became more firm with a much louder (though not shouting) and clear voice. "Hindi po eh. Lagi na lang po eh." [Trans: No. It has ALWAYS been like this] She was stunned and had her acquaintance (?) move their trash. From then on, they knew what limit not to cross. Please remember that I was still respectful during that conversation but still made my point clear.

May 2, 2024. Them again. But the issue this time isn't their trash but the constant noise they made continuously each night. The noise didn't start on this date. I don't remember exactly when but it was at least 3 days prior (tonight is probably the 4th based on my estimation) when they started to sing filipino songs and laugh very obnoxiously. It happens every night consecutively every 10PM onwards. The loud noise wouldn't have been an issue if it only happened once or twice but no, they did it every night relentlessly. You would probably say that it couldn't be that loud, but we were sleeping downstairs because we were saving electricity by using one split type aircon. The reason I think (this is my assumption based on observation) why they were always loud is because they have a **tambayan due to their mini cafe business. I don't have any problem with their business at all. I actually admire them for their entrepreneurship skills. I just didn't really like that lots of people (especially teenage boys) would **tambay in front of their home late at night making loud noises for no special occasion. Sure, hanging out with friends and **tropas is a good thing but they should've made it a once or twice thing in a month? (if they really liked to sing) I could've accepted that, I'm not that stingy with other people's choices for their own happiness.

So around 10:40PM on May 2nd, my mom told me to scold them once again. So I went outside the door (but was still inside the terrace) I started to video record it so I could use it as evidence in case they would not stop and file a complaint to the Homeowners or **Barangay. The video was pitch black because it was dark. Before I could even go outside, my mom beat me to it by already opening the window and shouting as loud as she can in her built up frustration. Please take note that this was the first time my mother had burst into anger towards our neighbors. She kept her anger to herself until this night. Her words might come off as a joke to readers but please understand that she was already pent up with the noises they've been making. After that, the boys stopped playing the guitar, the father (neighbor) apologized for the noise. 11:22PM, they resumed playing the guitar but it wasn't inconvenient anymore. It was bearable so we didn't mind it. The lesson here is, if you're gonna make inconvenience to others, at the very least, make it bearable to the point that it will be easily forgiven. Our family is relatively nice, we won't mind minor inconveniences as long as people know their limits and don't purposely push our buttons. You don't have to be really nice to us as long as you know how to respect.

I think the phrase, "be kind" is overrated. RESPECT is the first virtue one must have.

Definition of terms:

Tambayan: It is a place where mostly a group of friends or old pals like to hang out.

Tambay: It is the act of hanging out in a certain place and staying there for quite a long period of time. (Ex. Filipinos tend to tambay in front of localized multi-purpose stores.)

It could also be a noun and it means the person or people doing the tambay.

Tropa: Tropa is the Filipino gender-neutral equivalent of the terms, "Pal" "Bro" "Dude"

Barangay: is local town/city.

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*Warning Adult Content*

HE ACCEPTS THIS - Chapter 22

Len

Adyen and I were resting by the kitchen island as we watched Leigh take out mugs as her espresso machine had a seizure on the kitchen counter.

I smiled when she went over to unplug it, remembering her and Georgiou arguing over how old the damn thing was.

Leigh wasn't a hoarder or anything but she had attachments to her things and found a hard time letting any of them go.     

"How much?" she asked from her position standing at the counter.

Adyen and I both looked over to find her holding both cups under the taps of the espresso machine.

Most of the snow had melted off and winter was coming to a proper end but it was still chill enough for hot drinks.  

"Just half the mug," I said before turning to look at Adyen.     

"Full," he said, running his fingers through his curls.

Leigh nodded, doing as she was told before bringing over both mugs to the kitchen island.

She grabbed a cup for herself too and soon we were all sitting on high stools around the off-white marble island.     

"So," she started, dropping her cup before looking from me to Adyen.

"What's this thing you wanted to talk about?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the both of us.     

We both started fidgeting, letting our eyes fall so that we didn't look her in the eye.

Adyen had said talking to Leigh would be fine,and I had comforted him by repeating those words back to him but now here we were, both quiet like school children that had to own up to doing something bad.     

"Should I be worried?" Leigh asked, making me look up and lock eyes with her.

She raised one of her full brows at me, twisting her lips that were bright with red lipstick. 

"No." I shook my head and Adyen did the same.   

"It's just a bit difficult to figure out where to start, that's all," Adyen explained.

I'm sure his heart was racing... also his mind.

It was a lot to explain and I was sure he was beyond nervous. 

"Remember that wolf that used to give Georgiou a lot of shit?" I asked and Leigh's brow rose even higher.     

"The young Alpha?" she asked, and I nodded.

"I haven't seen him or his pack in a long time," she paused, taking a sip of her expresso.

"Good riddance," she muttered against the ceramic cup.

Her words didn't make Adyen feel any better.

I felt him grab my free hand under the kitchen island and I gave it a squeeze before looking back at Leigh.     

I understood why Leigh was mad.

Her husband had been very stressed about the issue and the pack, in general, had been worked up since a lot of them were low ranking and couldn't handle the conflict that seemed to be coming their way. 

"Err..." I started, not sure how to go from here.

"The thing is..." I paused, rubbing the back of my neck before pushing hair out of my face.     

"So, his name is Naylan," I said instead, trying an introductory approach.     

"Naylan?" Leigh repeated cocking her head to the side.

"Why are you telling me this? How do you even know this?"   

"He's my brother."

My eyes went wide open and so did Leigh's.

We both turned our attention to Adyen.

His face was red and that meant he must have been nervous because colors weren't something you saw so clearly on darker skin.   

"I've been talking to him for a few months now. His pack is out by the borders near the abandoned city section, so that's why you don't have them causing trouble anymore," Adyen explained.

He stopped talking for a bit, before blinking.

"Sorry," he said, although I wasn't sure what he was apologizing for.

The kitchen became silent again and we both watched Leigh as she picked up her expresso again to take a sip.

"Well," she said, dropping her cup.

"That was something, I guess," she added, still trying to find her words. 

"Does Georgiou know about this yet?" she asked and we both shook our heads. 

"Oh, so you told me first?"

She seemed surprised.   

Adyen shrugged.

"I felt that you would understand better."

Leigh gave him a weak smile in response.     

"You're right, Georgiou might lose his mind," she said, startling Adyen and making him flinch.

"It's alright, I'll be there with you when you tell him," she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder before letting go.     

"My brother wants to apologize," Adyen added.

"He also wants to talk about the stolen stuff, if you'll let him pay for it."     

It seemed Adyen was trying to help his brother make peace.

Leigh just blinked, raising her hands.

"I can't do all that when we talk to Georgiou and the rest, alright?" she said and Adyen sat back, nodding his head.   

"So," she started.

"You found your brother. Is this a good or bad thing? Are you getting along?" she asked, moving the conversation forward.     

"Good," Adyen said in a small voice and Leigh smiled, humming. 

"That's all I need to know," she muttered, drumming her fingers on the kitchen island's surface.

"How are both of you doing, by the way, things were a bit shaky but it seems to be getting better."   

The look she gave both of us made my face grow warm.

I knew what she was talking about.

After Adyen found out that we were mates I had gone straight to Leigh for advice and it seems Leigh had a good talk with Adyen too because he seemed more fidgety than usual.     

"I'm still not sure of what you know or don't know, so I'm waiting for Len to give me clues here before I open my big mouth," she said, making Adyen lookup.

I raised a brow, wondering if he had asked her if I was hiding anything from him.

Adyen shrugged.

"I don't know," he sighed and I just looked down at my hands. 

"I don't think there's anything important I'm keeping from him," I said but my shaky voice betrayed that I wasn't too sure of myself.

I haven't handled the whole situation properly and Adyen going on to figure things out without consulting me had been stuff that had thrown me out of the loop, so I couldn't keep up.   

"Nothing important?" Leigh asked, and I nodded after some hesitation.   

The kitchen went silent for a bit and all I could hear was everyone else's breathing as we seemed to wait for someone to speak up first. 

"So, have you marked each other yet?" Leigh asked, making me look up at her.     

"No," I sighed, looking over at Adyen who seemed too confused to answer the question.

"I don't think Adyen can mark me at all, so I didn't bother bringing it up..." I trailed, hoping that Adyen didn't think this was something top secret or anything.   

"Well, he could try," Leigh said, resting her head on her palm.

"Do you know what marking is?" she asked, looking over at Adyen who was just watching us. 

"No, not really," he said, pouting. 

'Yeah, he seemed annoyed.'     

"Well, it's like a mating ritual of some sort. You mark the other person so other wolves can smell that they're I'm yours."

The idea Leigh was communicating seemed to make Adyen embarrassed.

His cheeks flushed and he avoided eye contact with me when I tried to look into his eyes.     

"How does marking work then? Is it like a marriage thing because if it is, I'm not sure..."     

Leigh chuckled, cutting Adyen off.

"Yes but not really. It's like err..." she trailed, trying to find the human equivalent.

"A promise ring? I don't know."     

Adyen seemed to understand.

He sat up, looking over at me as Leigh continued to talk.     

"You're supposed to bite the other person with your canines. It'll heal but leave behind a mark," Leigh explained.     

"I doubt that I can leave any mark on Len," Adyen said, chucking a bit.

I wondered what was so funny.

"Maybe a hickey if he wants."

He laughed again and my hand instinctively went to cover my neck as my face warmed up.   

 "We shouldn't just do it at all," I rambled.

"I could kill you with a bite. You know that, right? It's not a thing to joke about," I went on, explaining that me biting him was far from a good idea.

Recessive wolves didn't have the fast healing properties that full blood werewolves did or at least that's what I thought.   

I've never seen a mark on Leigh either, so I doubted she had one.

Why did she bring this up?

Why did Naylan bring this up? 

I blinked when Adyen reached out to squeeze my shoulder.

"Relax," he said in a soft voice.     

"Sorry," I muttered, trying to shake off my feeling of being flustered.   

"Well, Georgiou bit me..." Leigh trailed, reaching to push the necklaces she had on up so that I could see the faint but raised keloid scar that was running through her chest.

"It doesn't have the same effect as a dual one... as in, no one's really going to get the 'you're mine' smell but I think it's the thought that counts," Leigh said, smiling fondly.     

I winced at the thought of how painful that must have been.

The keloid scars weren't pretty and the fact that it healed that way was a testament to the fact that it took forever to close up.

"That looks like it was...." 

"Painful?" she asked, finishing my sentence for me. 

I shut my mouth, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah..."     

She smiled.

"It was but if you guys want to do it, I just wanted to put it out there that it's an option," she said, looking from me to Adyen before getting up.     

"Well, that was a nice talk but if you don't mind I'll have to go think about the best way to break the news you shared with me to Georgiou," she said before leaving the both of us alone in the Kitchen. 

We sat in silence for a while until Adyen spoke up. 

"What do you think?"

"About what?" I asked. 

"The marking thing," Adyen offered.   

My face warmed up.

"I don't k-know. You know, I d-don't care very much," I stuttered.

Of course, I knew. The mention of it made my wolf stir.

Werewolves would always love to mark and claim territory and property but I wasn't sure I wanted to explain that possessiveness... that very codependent like nature of werewolves that was one in human circles, a bad thing.

I wanted to give Adyen a normal everyday relationship.

We didn't need all that creepy obsessive stuff if he didn't want it. 

"Hey," Adyen said after humming to himself for a while.

"I still haven't seen your wolf. Can you show your canines without them?" he asked, still in awe of the concept of marking.     

"I can use them without fully transforming..." I trailed and he bounced in his seat in a way that made his curly hair stand up.   

"Really?" he asked, pulling his chest closer as his eyes drifted to my lips.

"Can I see?"     

My heart was pounding but I wanted to show him. I really did.

It was a weird yearning from the pit of my stomach... burning up my chest and throat.

My wolf was pacing.     

"S-sure," I stuttered, starting to feel a bit shy.

I opened my mouth, starting to feel my eyes water as my vision shifted and my jaw ached as it shapes itself to accommodate the elongated canines.     

"They look great," he seemed excited, he raised a finger, as if deciding if it was safe to touch it before putting it down.

"Your eyes are yellow now..." he trailed. 

"Y-yes."

It was uncomfortable talking like this but I didn't mind.

Adyen was going on and on about how cool it was but my mind zoned his words out, giving most of my attention to the rise and fall of his voice.

How he sounded in detail.

This was the first time I was allowing a little bit of myself show like this... it was the first time I could see him the best, hear him the best, smell him the best... all because of the partial transform. 

"Hey, are you listening to me?"     

I blinked, realizing that he was now holding my face in his hands.

"You leaned in too close," he muttered but didn't let go.

His eyes softened and his eyes fell to my lips again.

"Kissing you now is safe, right?" he asked.   

"Yeah..." I said, trying to calm my racing heart.

He smiled at me, before leaning in to press a kiss to my lips.

I opened my mouth and he didn't jump away as I had expected.

He just kept kissing me.

When I moved my hand over his back, he winced at the feeling of my claws but he didn't stop kissing me.   

Here I was, as close as I've ever been to showing Adyen that this wasn't some television drama or storybook.

I was showing him that werewolves were far from human and he was still here, kissing me and moaning into my mouth. 

He accepted me... fully and the knowledge filled me with relief. 

What had I been afraid of?

[mys-oleander]

Spicy Asks: 2, 6, 7 🧚🏻‍♀️

2.) What is the kink you would be the most nervous about your irl friends learning about?

For the longest time it was my hypnosis/mind control kink. I was scared that people would think it was weird, that people would try and take advantage of it. I don't trust very easily, and the idea of someone using the knowledge they have of me against me without my permission (while very hot in a fantasy) was terrifying.

I've mostly chilled out about that now, especially since the people I've told have either responded with "yeah that is hot" or "i don't understand it but w/e". So now I think it's the humiliation and degradation and control kinks? For kind of the same reason. People might think they're being cute if they try and tease or play without permission, and that just gets people hurt. 6.) What is your most elaborate fantasy? Damn ask me a question and my mind goes blank. XD And not in the fun way.

Hmmm. What is coming to mind is this one about being a noble on the run, Our carriage is on a lone path cutting through a dark wood-- which of course, we've been told not to take, but we have to to outpace the people after us--and of course we're waylaid. Not by bandits, but by servants of a reclusive noble who lives out here, and has had their eye on me. I'm told we won't be hurt if we come with them, and also quick drink this potion that definitely isn't a love potion. And then I'm bound and blindfolded the rest of the way because that potion is the "love at first sight variety". No matter how i try and struggle free, I'm thwarted, and eventually we reach the noble's castle, my blindfold is removed, and then I don't want to struggle anymore. Why would I, when they're so beautiful and I'm so completely in love with them? and then I'm kept in luxury and treated alternately like a princet and a precious sex toy in all sorts of scenarios <3 Or ooh! There's the one where I'm already the ruler of a city-state and a rival faction has taken over, though I'm still installed as a figurehead, the head of the rival faction keeps my loved one's lives over my head and makes me do all kinds of wicked and degrading things, more and more publicly, until the city can no longer accept me as the head of state and I'm reduced to a court pet. 7.) What fantasy do you have that you'd want to play out in real life? Oh gosh. There are so many. I think a public play one. Being out or with friends and being teased under the table and having to do my best to not let it show. Or doing the same to a very pretty thing and teasing her mercilessly about how red she gets later ;3 or oh oh! Turning the teasing into a competition. Me and and a very pretty girl both having toys inside of us controlled while we're out. And the winner gets a prize~

[gnattyplayssims]

1923 Pt2 - Memories of Daniel

After years of not being allowed to shower her with all the love he felt for her, David never missed the opportunity to spoil Elena with hot dates. he would often take her to the Gnomes Arms which had been renovated into a restaurant after juice had been banned.

"How's the float?" Elena asked as David took a sip of the rich beverage.

"Not bad" he declared, cream sticking to his lip.

"You missed a spot." She giggled as she reached over to wipe it away. He frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Next time I'd rather a kiss."

"We're in public!"

David got his kiss later that night. The kids were staying with Imram and Lizette so they had the house to themselves. David could barely keep his hands off her as they walked across the street from the restaurant and didn't even give her a chance to take off her shoes or coat.

Elena hesitated as she looked up at him. She wanted him. Wanted him desperately but there was something off about him tonight. A look in his eyes that sent a chill down her spine. A wild look that was far too familiar. "David wait." He didn't stop, pulling himself on top of her.

"David?" She said again and he finally focused on her.

"What's wrong?" She trembled as his hands started to move over her.

"I-I..." She wasn't sure what to say. This was David, she loved David. She couldn't tell him that for a moment she had seen his brother staring back at her

Elena couldn't focus. She was acting like a nervous bride about to woohoo for the first time and not a woman desperately in love with her husband. But she could feel the abnormal yet far too familiar tension radiating off him. She'd been here before "Daniel you're hurting me"

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. The look of shocked hurt was almost as painful as him climbing off her. For a long time they sat on the edge of the bed in pained silence. "David, I'm sorry, I never meant-"

"But you still said it. You don't trust me"

"Of course I trust you. I know you're not him."

"Then how do you explain what just happened?"

She'd never seen David so angry or heard him speak to her that way. His hands turned to fists in his lap. "I can't." She turned away. There was no way he would understand.

David dropped his head into his hands with a sigh. "Did he..." It was a hard question. He didn't want to think about his dead brother and he defintely didn't want to think of them together. "Did he hurt you?"

Elena answered him with silence and stood as if wanting to escape him.

He met her gaze, and even though he knew it wasn't helping, he couldn't hide the anger that still filled him. "Do you always see him when we..." He couldn't complete the thought.

"Of course not. Usually you're gentle and loving and not anything like he was."

He cursed softly.

David hated himself. He'd been tense all night from things that had nothing to do with her and now he'd scared her. Her hand was in a fist as if she meant to swing and he grabbed it guiding it to his chest. "I'm not him. If you want to cut the evening short tonight that's okay."

Elena tried to pull her fist from his grip but stumbled. He barely held onto her as he directed her fall toward the bed. She looked back up at the concerned man looking down on her and felt very foolish. "I don't want the night to end." David let out a tense breath of relief.

"Is this ok?" she nodded "Are you ok?"

"David," she faltered "I can't promise this won't happen again. I love you but..."

"Don't. You trusted me and I almost broke that. He hurt you in ways I'm just beginning to understand and I have to accept that this won't always be easy"

She let out a relieved breath and pulled him down into a searing kiss. The kind they'd both been waiting for all night. She felt the tension slowly leave his body as whatever had been weighing him down melted away along with any lingering visions of abusive dead husbands.

After a little while Elena stopped him again. "David?"

He sat up worried that he'd hurt her again. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"David, I want to have a baby with you." Shock filled his face and she continued on before he could object. "I never had the choice before but now..."

David didn't let her finish, covering her mouth, nose, cheek and everywhere else he could reach with a series of joyful kisses. "Nothing would make me happier." He kissed her again and again his excitement emanating through them both for the rest of the night.

1924 Pt1 - The Speakeasy

[yanderelovlies]

Your requests are open right? Apologies if I misread the pinned post.

I just wanted to request a swwsdj scenario where a preferably fem! Reader sees the news story about the yogurt customer Jack injured and pieces together what happened with the evidence (the events that happened after the guy asked if she had a boyfriend) and calls Jack out on it.

Like, not aggressively, just a bit curious and annoyed, reassuring him that she's not gonna leave.

(Basically: I'm not mad, just disappointed)

If I need to give more details let me know x-x'

I felt the same way when I was playing. Cause like no matter what you option you pick you still tell him your not intrested. He could have left the cute emo alone gosh!

It Wasn't long ago that you and Jack had gotten together. You would say even though it was a few days in the relationship, it was really good. He made you feel safe, and loved. You couldn't ask for a better partner until you caught the news. 

As you laid on the couch tuning out whatever was on while you scrolled through your phone. Until you caught a glimpse of the guy you knew a little too well. Putting your phone down, and paying more attention you learned of mental breakdown . It was really sad to see. Sure you didn't know the guy well, but the few times you did he was nothing but polite and sweet to you. However the more you heard of the recount of the scene the more something felt off. He was having nightmares, and begged an entity to make it stop. What entity??

Looking more into it you found that someone had posted a video of the police trying to detain the young man.

“Please….make it stop jack! I-I won't! I swear!”

It was a bone chilling thing to hear a man so broken and terrified. However, a name caught your attention. Jack. you don't think there were many “entities'' with the name Jack, and since you didn't have any more leads you figured you would ask the man himself. He can't do anything you don't want him to afterall, and that includes lying.

Since the apartment wasn't huge you easily found him in the kitchen preparing what seems to be a snack of some sort. Before you could get a word in, Jack turns to you with the brightest grin on his face. 

“Hey sunspot! I hope you don't mind, but I made us some snacks to hold us over till dinner.”

they weren't anything big, just some cute finger sandwiches, but they also were not the reason why you were here. 

“That's fine jack, but…”

“But?”

You would be lying if you said you weren't nervous. You had a feeling that he wouldn't hurt you, but you also weren't sure how he would react to your questioning. With a sigh you continued. You had to know.

“Do you remember the guy who came to my job, and asked if I had a boyfriend or not?”

Jack froze as his eyes scanned your face for what you were getting at. When he nodded you continued with baited breath.

“Did…..did you have anything to do with his breakdown?”

Jack’s eyes widened at your question. How did you find that out? The media was very quiet of the name he murmured, and yet you still seemed to find out?

He coughed a bit trying to act surprised, but the stutter in voice clearly gave it away.

“W-what are you talking about (y/n)?”

You glared at his clear cover up “Dont play dumb with me jack. I saw the news, and the video that is now probably circling around. He said your name, and this happened not long after that day. Did. You. Do. It?”

He flinched with every syllable before letting out a sigh, as much as he wanted to turn away he knew he couldn't. So looking at you with the most guilt ridden eyes he confessed.

“Yes sunshine….that was me. I….I was just so scared to lose you….I felt threatened. So I had to get rid of him…before he got rid of me ....”

God he looked like a kicked puppy, and made it hard to be mad. However you still were. He hurt someone who wasn't even a threat to either of you.

Softening a little you opened your arms to a hug that he gladly accepted as he hid his face in your neck, and wrapped his arms around you. 

“I love you Jack, and I would never leave you. You mean too much to me for me to do that.”

You could feel his arms tighten around you at his words. You could feel how happy he was which made the next part harder.

“However…I don't agree with how it was handled.” you pulled away from him so you could see his face properly. “You hurt someone jack….i can't agree with that.” you could see his expression fall at your words. You pulled yourself out of his arms as you stepped back from him, your arms at your side. “I'm not mad…but disappointed in you.” and with that you walked off leaving a very sad clown behind you. 

It wasn't until dinner did you see Jack again. He made dinner for the two of you, and it just so happened to be your favorite meal. No one talked for a while. Both of you mauling over your words until Jack finally broke the silence.

“I'm sorry (y/n)....i should have handled my feelings differently …I'll do better.”

He gave you the kicked puppy look once more, finally breaking down your walls. You deflated as you placed you hand on his 

“I forgive you jack….just please don't do it again.” He gave your bright smile and nod as he scooted over to you.

“C-can i have a kiss now sunshine….I've missed you, and your kisses.”

You giggled as you leaned over giving him a kiss. Leaving the whole ordeal behind you….hopefully.

[lesbianrobin]

What do you think about the changes they made to Robin’s personality this season? She used to be snarky, exceptionally brilliant, and very chill but now they seem to have made her more fast talking, hyper, goofy, and socially inept?

"used to be exceptionally brilliant" she still is... her personality definitely shifted a bit but i'm honestly So happy with her portrayal in s4. she was already a little hyper and goofy in s3, i think they just leaned into those traits a bit more now that robin isn't on guard around steve and she feels comfortable with the other characters.

you can see the fast-talking social ineptitude in s3 too, it just comes out more when she's nervous or on the russian drugs. for example: the beth wildfire story, "we all die, my strange little child friend," calling mrs click "mrs clickety-clackety," "these ladies are hot. they are so very hot," the absolutely insane move of bringing up how steve annoyed her in high school right after he got tortured, etc. she's also clearly very impulsive in s3 based on. literally everything she does skdjndck.

i think in season three robin feels very alone and defensive which results in her being snarky toward steve, but in s4 she's not alone anymore!! i can get why someone might not love the shift, but i personally think it reflects robin gaining a sense of belonging through her friendship with steve and dustin. in s3 she talks about how deep down all she ever wanted was to be popular, accepted, and normal. she said she feels like her whole life has been one big error. but honestly like. she seems relatively normal and cool. it's a bit strange to think that she's Such an outcast when nobody knows about her sexuality. in s4 we get to see why robin struggles to fit in, why she feels like her life has been one big error, and we get to see how she grows more comfortable and is more herself around people she trusts.

the only thing i am a bit like :/ about is how they established robin plays soccer in s3 and then in s4 she's like Very Physically Uncoordinated but i'm not like. mad about it. idk overall i just think that the writers and maya hawke put a lot of love into robin and while her character did shift a bit i don't think it was a negative change.

also last thing i swear i'm almost done but like. i feel like "snarky mean lesbian" is such a stereotype and robin never quite fit into it bc she's really not mean but i feel like. a lot of people in the fandom tried to shove her into that stereotype. and like i always loved her because of her shitty social skills and goofiness and her tendency to ramble but it felt like a lot of people ignored those aspects of her personality to try and make her as cool and smart and snarky as possible and now people. can't really do that. which i am personally glad about. so yeah idk i loved robin in s3 and s4 just made me love her even more

[eternal-armin]

how they confess to you

i love doing headcanons x (and this post's aesthetic mm) i really wanna start uploading my own original characters, and maybe start doing bnha stuff? tell me what you think. much love

characters included: jean, sasha, armin, levi, hange, mikasa, erwin

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　jean　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☽˚⁀ tried to script what he would say but forgot all of it when he looked at you ☽˚⁀ still tried to look confident as usual but continued to stutter and stumble over his words ☽˚⁀ you thought it was really cute honestly ☽˚⁀ he tried but failed to meet your eyes ☽˚⁀ kept scratching the back of his head ☽˚⁀ *scoffs* "it's nothing i'm fine" ☽˚⁀ "so... so all that said, i'm pretty sure that eating together is the only thing close to a date we could ever get... do you want to eat dinner with me?" ☽˚⁀ ofc you said yes ☽˚⁀ and he was literally so relieved ☽˚⁀ like he was about to have a stroke ☽˚⁀ jean was very nervous around you for a little but it was really great nonetheless

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　sasha　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☽˚⁀ did not mean to confess at all it just... happened ☽˚⁀ you were having a chaotic dinner as usual ☽˚⁀ and connie started teasing her a lot for an unnamed crush ☽˚⁀ "shut up connie i haven't even told [y/n] yet!" ☽˚⁀ silence fell over the table for at least 30 seconds ☽˚⁀ you all got glances from the other scouts because they were just like 'what happened to the loud crowd' ☽˚⁀ sasha was so utterly embarrassed she almost imploded like a neutron star ☽˚⁀ "y-ye- yeah. i uh.. i like you. i like-like you." ☽˚⁀ before she had a chance to stand up, you quickly said "i like you too!!" ☽˚⁀ she was so shocked ☽˚⁀ you hugged her and she started crying ☽˚⁀ someone started fucking the entire canteen clapping and you flipped them off as you should ☽˚⁀ sasha was nervous a lot but never as much

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　armin　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☽˚⁀ was nervous, as expected ☽˚⁀ you both were hanging out in the library, a pretty normal and nice way to spend your time ☽˚⁀ you were being really invested in an astronomy book and excitedly talking with him about it ☽˚⁀ he was really nervous but said, not without stuttering, "all these stars are really incredible, but they aren't close to half of what i think of you." ☽˚⁀ you were surprised to say the LEAST ☽˚⁀ sure he had complimented you before, but this one sounded completely different ☽˚⁀ you looked at him and he was so nervous ☽˚⁀ "i-i could say the same about you" ☽˚⁀ the look in his eyes went from scared to shocked ☽˚⁀ every brain cell was screaming ☽˚⁀ you established telekinetic communication then ☽˚⁀ not really but the long look into each other's eyes was the most comfortable and personal thing you ever experienced ☽˚⁀ it was one of the happiest days

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　levi　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☽˚⁀ threatened hange's pet titans for them to keep it secret because we know they would've spilled if they could ☽˚⁀ the only expressions of anxiety he had was internally ☽˚⁀ perfectly chill on the outside ☽˚⁀ having a conversation with you about planning for the upcoming expedition ☽˚⁀ after it came to an end, he thanked you ☽˚⁀ "thank you? is something wrong?" you joked ☽˚⁀ yes actually was his response ☽˚⁀ levi's confession was delicately worded and paced, only to be expected from someone like him ☽˚⁀ you had an error screen in your head for like five seconds ☽˚⁀ he got more worried with every passing moment ☽˚⁀ but you accepted and returned his feelings the moment you regained control over your motor functions

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　hange　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☽˚⁀ you were working together trying to piece together new tech for the scouts ☽˚⁀ hange was struggling with the function of the new odm gear but you were able to realize the issue and point it out ☽˚⁀ their eyes lit up like fireworks ☽˚⁀ "yes! you are incredible! i love you!" they kissed your forehead in the excitement. realizing what they had said, they quickly returned to work and hurriedly began to make adjustments ☽˚⁀ as much as hange loved joking about... literally everything under the sun, they had never made a joke with those words ☽˚⁀ you asked them about it once time had come to go to bed, and you forced them to leave and go to their room to sleep ☽˚⁀ they tried pretending that they had no clue what you were talking about ☽˚⁀ but lets be real, they broke the second you made eye contact ☽˚⁀ "awww! hange, i love you too!" vibes

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　mikasa　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☽˚⁀ you get injured a lot, you're very clumsy ☽˚⁀ and mikasa always patches you up ☽˚⁀ she scolds you every time. not like levi would, more like a very sweet and gentle "dont do this again" ☽˚⁀ "you need to stop doing this. i love you too much to see you hurt." ☽˚⁀ gods why did you have to blush so muchh ☽˚⁀ she tried to hide her own blush and a few seconds of silence passed between you two ☽˚⁀ "y-you what..?" ☽˚⁀ both of you were absolutely adorable ☽˚⁀ mikasa finally confessed, saying she never planned it and was sorry ☽˚⁀ "dont be sorry!" she was so happy when you shared her feelings ☽˚⁀ multiple forehead kisses for you today ☽˚⁀ i love mikasa sm ☽˚⁀ just like she loves you :>

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　erwin　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

☽˚⁀ erwin was confiding with you as you both took a walk together after dinner ☽˚⁀ you both stopped, the conversation carrying on ☽˚⁀ despite not being his formal advisor, you were someone he trusted greatly. it was same the other way around ☽˚⁀ "before you go, i have one last thing i want to talk with you about" ☽˚⁀ erwin had rehearsed what he wanted to say multiple times, but the words did not lose their feeling ☽˚⁀ it was very poetic and expressive ☽˚⁀ you were kind of in awe for a moment ☽˚⁀ you responded, as well as you could, that his feelings weren't unrequited ☽˚⁀ he smiled- it wasn't that big of a smile, but it brightened up his face ☽˚⁀ he squeezed your hand and gave you a hug so tight you knew he had been at least a little nervous

i tried my best writing erwin, i really hope i did well xx ^ ^

[persephoneyss]

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.