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implexedactions · 4 years ago

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Penance is a virtue

Yandere!Enji Todoroki x Reader

Enji Todoroki is many things; kidnapper, lover, sadist, hero, villain, husband. He is many, many things. But he isn’t delusional.

Beta-Read by best person: @absolute-flaming-trash

Warning: Yandere content and themes, Angst, Heavy emotional themes, Suicide, Stockholm syndrome, Kidnapping.

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You wake up, eyes dashing to the clock.

5:55 AM - SUNDAY

Okay, good, you hadn’t slept in. Enji always wanted you to wake him up. He got...mad if you didn’t. You turn over to him in bed, expecting to find him still sleeping.

Teal eyes stare back at you instead.

“Ah!”

His face takes on a sorrowful expression.

“Did I frighten you? Sorry. I could not sleep.”

Not leaving you time to respond, he pulls you into his chest, under the covers. He sighs in content, and you press into him, not wanting him to forget your devotion.

After some time, he pulls you up to his face, kissing your forehead gently.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“U-uh, what do you mean? Are you okay?”

Enji sighs, failing to meet your gaze.

“I never do compliment you that often...”

---

He carries you to the breakfast table, adorned with pancakes, your favourite.

“What’s going on Enj- I mean, dear. I’m meant to make you breakfast?”

He fails to answer you, instead sitting down with you on his knee. He takes a fork and puts some pancake on it.

“Eat.”

And so you do.

When you finish, he moves to wash up.

“W-what are you doing? You told me that was my job.”

Your memory wanders back to your first few months here, when you disobeyed his every command...and received due punishment for it.

“Are you going to punish me again?”

It escapes your lips before you can stop it. The thought of being punished again, like before, makes your veins cool with fear. Your breathing increases and you move down on your knees onto the cold kitchen floor.

“P-please, I swear, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t-”

“Stop.”

He walks over, his thighs the same height as your head. You move to undo his belt, but a hand puts a stop to that.

“There is no punishment. I am just doing an acceptable act for my spouse.”

The words “but you never do that” get stopped in your throat. You instead swallow and try to weakly smile. Looking up at Enji from your position on the ground, sunlight bathing him in a warm glow, to contrast the unsettled expression on his face.

---

He places you on a stool while he washes up. You fiddle with your hands, nervous. This isn’t how Enji usually acts. He’s so...vulnerable. In all honesty, it’s scary.

“Do you like the sunrise, my sweet?”

You look out to the orange glow emanating from the windows.

“Do you want me to like it, my sweet?”

Enji simply sighs and continues washing up.

“I’m sorry you cannot enjoy it. One should always appreciate what they have...”

---

After breakfast, he walks silently to the study. You follow behind him perfectly, like he trained you to.

He walks into the study, sitting down at his writing desk, and you take your place in his lap. He pulls out pen and paper, and you avert your eyes.

It isn’t for good spouses like you to read.

He spends the better half of 6 hours writing. You entertain yourself by tracing the pattern of the wallpaper. This evolves into focusing on Enji’s breathing, noticing how he breathes in more, not less when he becomes frustrated with something on the page. You eventually move on to thinking about all the things you miss from the outside world, like ice cream, and human connection. You finish out the last hour by thinking about how angry Enji would be if he knew such a perfect little spouse were thinking such nasty little things.

Shuffling about, he motions for you to hop off his leg, and then stands and leaves the room without speaking to you. You get the feeling he’s coming back, though; he left the door open.

You’re worried. You’re scared beyond belief. This isn’t like him, this entire day is wrong. You’re hoping he’ll burst in and start yelling, the anticipation feels worse than any potential punishment. You consider that maybe this is the punishment and that you should perhaps just start apologising regardless. He didn’t take well to that before though.

This day has made little sense. Enji is acting so far out of his usual behaviour that it doesn’t just scare you because he might hurt you. It scares you because you don’t know what is even happening. It takes you back to the days you first came here—a blurry, hazy mess. You struggle to even remember it. You remember bits and pieces. Chains, fire, the cold, the scent of sex. Small things like that.

You turn your head to the papers on the desk, intrigued by what took up so much of his time. Before you can look away, you see what they are. Letters, addressed to countless people, your parents, Shoto, Rei, Hawks, various news stations.

You glance towards the open door...surely what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him right?

You pick up the letter to the Hawks.

Keigo, I write this letter to you as a mentor, and I presume a father figure. I know that in some capacity, you looked up to me. You were just a scared kid, and I helped. That said, if what I have done becomes public knowledge, do not defend me. I do not know how much you know of my dealings, but for the sake of your future, throw me to the dogs. Do not say that I was perfect, or that I did no wrong. When I turn and look at my darling, I see my mistakes for the damning judgments they are. You will be a fine no.1 hero, just let go of your predecessor. Please.

That alleviated little concern. Undeterred, you move onto the letter to the media.

To all the news channels and gossip rags that haunt this city like the festering ghouls you are, I detest you. You created division, turned heroics into a popularity contest, seeded doubt during a time where we needed hope, and fought so hard to bring us all to our knees. I know my story will vilify me, so I accept my place in the burning flames of hell. Just know that when you get down there, I will be waiting to enact justice.

You are practically hyperventilating now. You grab the letter to your parents. You don’t know what these letters are, but they seem like-

The letter is snatched away from your hands. It appears you forgot to watch the door.

Turning around, tears in your eyes, fear in your veins, half-baked excuses running rampant in your mind. You expect to see vengeful Enji with a glint in his eye, telling you it is time for your punishment. Instead, you find an apathetic Enji, eyes soft and watery, stance broken and exhausted.

“I did not want you to see that. I am sorry that you did.”

Enough is enough, you want answers. Pushing against your instincts, you stammer out a question.

“W-What is going on? Why...why are you like this?”

He seems taken aback, eyes opening wide. This minor act of defiance, of speaking out when not spoken to, is enough to break you. Falling to your knees, you look away from him. Aghast that you even thought of defying his wishes.

“I’m sorry! Please, forgive me! I didn’t mean to question you like that! Or read the letters! Please! I didn’t- I don’t-”

A calloused hand grips your shoulder.

“Please. Stop.”

You look up to see Enji’s eyes, dull and watery again.

“Sorry.”

“Trust me, I am sorry too.”

---

The afternoon is spent on the couch, watching TV in Enji’s lap. He seems to notice your nervous disposition, as he slowly envelopes you in a hug the more the hours go by. Eventually, he gets up to make dinner by himself, much to your unvoiced dismay.

You simply stare as he makes it. Both of you silent. He occasionally looks over to you, as if to make sure you haven’t merely vanished into the ether. You feel like you might vanish into the ether, honestly.

You move to the dining table, and a couple of minutes later, he brings out dinner. Silent, he sits down beside you, but a hand stops you from eating.

“Tell me, do you remember when we first met?” he sounds...hopeful.

“Is...Is this a trap?” you ask cautiously. This entire day has put you on edge.

“No. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

“I...I can’t remember it, really. Most of those months are...blank, I remember a few pieces of my first couple of months here. They’re admittedly not pleasant memories.”

“I see.”

“I mean, I appreciate that you did those...things you did to me! If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t be any good at my job.”

He turns to you and raises an eyebrow.

“Your job?”

“Yeah, loving you, being your spouse.”

“Ah.”

Both of you go quiet. You wait on the signal to start eating. It doesn’t come.

“It was a gala event. You told me how much you hated them, and I laughed and agreed.”

“Ah. Gala’s sound so wonderful, don’t they though? Being outside, getting to dance, to listen to beautiful music.~”

You sway slightly thinking that you could have once been permitted to be a part of such a magical event.

“You may eat now.”

Enji’s command breaks you out of your daydream. He watches as you take your first bite, and follows in kind.

---

When you finish, he seems restless. He gets the plates and puts them in the sink. He then takes you to the living room. He fiddles with a speaker for a couple of seconds, before classical music emerges.

“You said you cannot remember our first meeting, and by extension our first dance. I was wondering, would you like to dance with me?”

Confused, but delighted, you join Enji in the embrace. Softly dancing around the living room, you try to imagine what it was like meeting Enji for the first time. He must’ve seemed so sweet, right? That’s how Enji would come off to a stranger, right?

You lose yourself in the moment, allowing yourself to imagine a life outside of these walls. You would’ve met Enji at the Gala. He would’ve laughed. He would’ve given you his number, the gentlemen that he was. He would’ve taken you to a fancy restaurant for your 1st date. You could’ve shown up at his agency while he was buried under paperwork once, and it would’ve made his day. You could’ve kissed him under the rain, snickering as you pulled away and saw droplets evaporate on contact with his blushing face. He would’ve proposed in a quiet place, with a brilliant ruby. You would’ve met Shoto, and figured out what his deal was. You would’ve grown old together.

But this life is just as beautiful, right?

Enji leans down during the dance and kisses you. Softly, unlike all those times before. It’s beautiful to you. And based on the silent tears running down his face, it’s beautiful to him too.

He pulls you down onto the couch, staring into your eyes as the soft music plays.

“I’m sorry, my love.”

“What for?”

“For a lot of things. For kidnapping you. For...training you. For punishing you. For breaking you, beyond belief. For so many, many different things. You are not the person I fell in love with, you are hardly a person. I broke you, I gutted your personality until all that was left was a shell, echoing any command I gave it. You do not have a soul anymore.”

He pauses, seemingly debating over this next part, ignoring your shaky and scared reassurances.

“And I am also sorry for the poison in our food tonight.”

Your world shatters at that.

“The fatal effects should kick in soon enough. It will not be a nasty death. Even in death, I intend to remain dignified. Or at least, I wish to preserve your beauty.”

You cannot vocalise anything, your mind is failing you. From either the poison or situation, you are unclear.

“There is an antidote on the kitchen counter. If you can get there and drink it, you will live. And if you are feeling ever so generous, you may even give some to me.”

He turns and looks you in the eyes.

“My only command is that you do not get that antidote.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Disobey me, and save yourself. Or obey me, and die.”

He shrugs.

“I did say I was sorry.”

“I-I...why?”

“Like I said. You are a shell. If you get the antidote, maybe I have not entirely broken you, maybe you can still be saved from my conditioning. If you do not get the antidote, I get to make Dabi just that little bit happier.”

You try to get up and into the kitchen. You really try. Your arms try to push up. You try to move off the couch. But...that feeling of fire licking at your body...it’s paralysing.

You instead collapse back onto the couch, and Enji sighs.

“Can you hold me?”

“Sure, my sweet.”

His arms pull you into his body. You feel yourself getting more and more tired.

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t be...what you wanted...”

“I am sorry I could not be what you wanted either...”

#yandere #yandere enji todoroki #enji todoroki #reader insert #yandere enji x reader #gender-neutral reader #boku no hero x reader #enji todoroki x reader #enji x reader #yandere enji #boku no hero academia #yandere endeavor #endeavor #ImplexedWriting

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lemonyagrumes · 3 years ago

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Can this b for FellSwap Gold Sans, FellSwap Gold Papyrus, FellSwap Sans, FellSwap Papyrus, SwapFell Sans, SwapFell Papyrus, UnderSwap Sans, Underswap Papyrus?:

How would they react to a s/o who's timid quiet and shy at first, when someone gets to know them they get more mellow chatty calm and physically affectionate? And is a kindness soul.

Hello! Sure! I'm glad my Swaps are getting love.

Champagne (Fellswap Gold Sans):

Due to Caffiene being his quiet and nervous self, Champagne has experience with how to help people that tend to have timid dispositions and he is very patient. He raised Caffiene from a babybones so he has grown up to be a very patient and understanding gentleman. He gives his S/O time to get used to him and to build a mutual trust and respect. When you open up to him and start talking more he is very interested in what you have to say and will listen to you talk for hours. Whether you're just talking to talk, ranting, venting, or telling a story, He is a huge secret cuddlebug so when you feel comfortable enough to be physically affectionate with handholding hugging and cuddling, he will accept with literal open arms. He is proud of your progress with him and works hard to continue the flourishing relationship. He also has a respect for kindness souls as he finds them pure.

Caffiene (Fellswap Gold Papyrus):

Caffiene is pretty timid and shy himself, so he completely understands your feelings. He is willing to have the two of you work together to learn how to be more open. When Caffiene is around someone he trusts, he is very chatty and could talk endlessly for hours. So to have you open up to him opens a world of many conversations about your favorite things, emotions, etc. He is a kindness soul himself so he naturally is drawn to other kindness souls.

Slash (Fellswap Sans):

Slash used to despise timid minded people when he was Underground, he found them weak in mind, body, and soul. He wanted nothing to do with them. He is a very different guy now then he was Underground and he is ashamed of his past behavior and ways. Slash's only exception to his hatred was Dog. Dog was a very nervous minded person. And he shoved it down by acting out and turning to being in a gang where he adopted a violent personality, Slash realized that he could have been timid himself at one time and became a little hardass just as Dog did just to protect himself. Aboveground, he is now a therapist, so he has patience and empathy that is almost equal to Champagne. Slash loves his S/O very much and is willing to be patient for his S/O to feel comfortable enough to be chatty and physically affectionate with him as long as it takes. Underground, he despised kindness souls. Aboveground. He has a respect for them.

Dog (Fellswap Papyrus):

Dog's later years in his Underground took away his former personality, but Aboveground being Slash's most frequent client has helped him turn himself around from being a punk to being his old self again, slowly but surely. Being a little timid himself, he understands. And he is a little touch starved so he will be very excited when you feel comfortable enough to be physically affectionate. He has no actual preference for soul types.

Grape (Swapfell Sans):

Grape grew up only knowing love from Moneybags. Moneybags did his best to raise Grape and had to work constantly to keep money in the household so he could care for Grape. So Grape only saw Moneybags the most on weekends. This man is touch starved and loves physical affection, but he will be a little ass and act all big and bad about it. He is a very chatty guy so he tries to have conversations with you before you start opening up to him but he means no disrespect! He is just so eager to get out what is on his mind. He is a kindness soul himself. And he never would have thought he would be with another kindness soul.

Moneybags (Swapfell Papyrus):

Moneybags Is not very physically affectionate, which stems from trauma of Dr. Undyne trying to experiment on him to understand how he is alive but a skeleton at the same time. He holds a huge grudge against her for keeping him away from Grape and keeping him from preventing Grape being bullied. But the more he talks with you when you two bond, he says he will think about starting physical affection slowly beginning with hand holding. He prefers kindness souls as he wants an S/O that he knows has good intentions for him. But he will not turn down other soul types.

Cerulean (Underswap Sans):

Cerulean is a loudmouth talkative man. He always has things to say and has a tendency to talk forever about anything. But he is very understanding so he tries his best not to overwhelm you with his ramblings until you start talking to him. He is also very open to physical affection and he loves hugs the best! He has no soul preference.

Tangerine (Underswap Papyrus):

Tangerine is more on the quiet side but he is a little shit. He is timid until you get to know him and then it's like flipping a switch. He loves jokes and pranks and is always up for a deep conversation about random things that have no reason to be this deeply thought about. He tries to help you open up to him by making you laugh and by showing his loyalty. His favorite thing is cuddling while watching things on TV and then falling asleep together. He has no soul preference.

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silent-silver-slip · 2 years ago

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a writing prompt for you if you don't mind

I had a random thought, why don't we see more stories of dragons and other animals being friends. Like dragons and dogs, for instance. Or cats. Does this spark any brain juices by any chance?

i would go off anon but i don't want you to know my tumblr lol

Okay okay so—my first thought was that I absolutely need this in my life. Why DON’T we see it more often? It’d be so cool! My second thought was I’ve done something vaguely similar before with like a wolf and a dragon and a human, that never really went anywhere but anyway, I got distracted.

The other thought I had was like—I’m imagining like y’know how cheetahs have dogs as support animals? I’m imagining that or- or- or maybe how horses have like travel companions or whatever?

Have you seen those photos of cats and horses? Imagine a dragon and a cat!

Anyway, I was planning on doing like two snippets here - one with dragon and a dog, and another with a dragon and a cat. The latter sparked an idea though that took me like no time and yet I did the beginning and the end with a week in the middle. I wrote most of it whilst travelling to work or uni though, so my bad if there are any typos.

Below the line break, for your reading pleasure, is the first introduction of Char(lotte) and Henrietta. Enjoy!

Char (short for Charlotte) had always been a strange kitten in Henrietta’s opinion. She’d been born (‘hatched!’ Char always likes to protest, but Char didn’t know much back then, so Henrietta ignored her protests) hard and bumpy, very unlike the rest of Henrietta’s litter.

Not that Char had even been part of the litter, but the nice hay den Henrietta had made for herself. Still, Char’s mother hadn’t been around and no one should leave a kitten unintended. So, really, it made sense that Henrietta looked after Char too—even if Char hadn’t needed nursing like the others. She’d always wanted to be surrounded by warm bodies however.

Most of Henrietta’s litter have wandered off now to their own barns. Henrietta doesn’t mind not seeing them; cats are solitary creatures.

Char, on the other hand, has never been a solitary creature—which is another reason why she is a very strange cat.

(Char would likely interject that she’s a dragon, not a cat, but in Henrietta’s wise opinion, Char is still a kitten who doesn’t know much about the world.)

Unlike most farm cats, Char hasn’t picked her own barn either, like Henrietta did all those years ago. Rather, Char travels. And, well, it’s not like Henrietta could leave Char alone. Char tends to be somewhat skittish.

A nervous disposition, Henrietta’s ma would have said. Still, as long as Henrietta is around, Char is somewhat calmer and a lot less lonely. The humans seem to appreciate it too, considering how they always make sure Henrietta is with them when they go on a trip.

Like the one they’re currently on, actually.

Flicking her tail, Henrietta continues down the pristine hallway that seems to think white is the best barn colour. It’s a foolish idea by Henrietta’s thinking, because barns never stay clean. Barns are not at all kind a cat, after all.

“Oh look, breakfast,” someone says.

Turning in the direction of the voice, Henrietta stares down the creature in the dark stall. It presses closer to the entrance, revealing a sleek black about. It’s eyes are a menacing red that seem to glow in the dark.

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” the dragon croons.

Henrietta blinks, and sits down in front of the stall. She begins to clean her face.

The dragon snarls, teeth glinting white as it curls it lips. “You stupid creature. Come over here, I could do with a snack.”

Henrietta continues with her work, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the dragon, which has begun to growl. Really, it’s quite a bit of work. No one ever catches prey by being loud.

“Curse you!” the dragon snaps, and Henrietta easily leaps out of the way of a burst of fire, unruffled.

Taking a second to glare balefully up at the dragon, Henrietta dismisses it with a flick of her tail and begins to head back to Char.

She’s got a good idea of the competition now.

“Oh, are you alright?” Char asks, face twitching as she curves her neck over the stable door to look at Henrietta. “I heard the sounds of a fight. You’re not harmed, right?”

“I’m fine kitten,” Henrietta replies. She leaps up onto the stall door and balances with ease. Char moves out of the way but doesn’t go far, allowing Henrietta to rub herself against her snout in greeting.

Char seems somewhat appeased by this. “If you’re sure,” she says. Her eyes glance around the stall, gaze lingering in the shadows even though there’s nothing there. “You know it’s dangerous doing that. Some day someone’s going to throw fire at you!”

“We have nine lives, kitten; I’ve still got some to use. I’ll be fine.”

If anything, this disturbs Char even more. “That’s really only a myth you know, no one actually has more than one life. Not even cats like you.”

“Cats like us,” Henrietta corrects. She doesn’t bother reminding Char that cats do have nine lives. Char will simply have to discover it for herself.

“Anyway,” Henrietta continues, leaping from the stable door to Char’s back as she does so, “the competition isn’t too fierce. There’s a black one you’ll need to look out for; more likely to cause a fight than anything else. If you stay clear of the pack from the beginning of the race, I imagine you’ll be fine.”

Char shakes her body, which Henrietta finds easy to balance after all these years. “That’s okay then,” Char says, and she sounds sleepy now; tension and nerves disappearing. “Thanks for checking ma.”

With a smile of her own, Henrietta curls up in the hollow of Char’s neck. “Any time kitten,” she murmurs sleepily, “any time.”

#wip #writing fragments #the adventures of Char the dragon and Henrietta the cat

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tamagochiie · 4 years ago

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late night escapades with hq boys + a song that goes along with it

genre: fluff! oneshots! character roster: bokuto koutaro, atsumu miya, sugawara koushi, kuroo tetsuro, oikawa toru a/n: i haven't been able to write in a while, and i'm really happy with these one shots. i kinda started this because i miss my friends and all the dumb things we used to do pre-quarantine. anyway, i hope you enjoy! oh, and happy kuroo day! 😌✨

— bokuto koutaro [the way you remember me by st. lucia]

Without a doubt he's always been your number one go-to for a pick-me-up.

So, when you call him in the middle of night, without needing to finish your thought, he'll tell you he's on his way and hangs up the phone; and he'd be there in less than an hour.

You've got a lot of pent up emotions waiting to burst, so where does Bokuto take you? He'll drive you through the tunnels.

Bokuto glances over to you, one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick shift; his back relaxing against the cool leather of his seat. He coyly smirks at you as your weary eyes meets his; mischief twinkling in his golden irises. You hear a whirling above your head, and you look up to see the sunroof sliding open.

You raise a brow, tilting your head. "Koutaro, what are you—"

"In about 2 minutes we'll be in the tunnels," He cuts you off, his attention flickering from the road ahead to you ever so often, "and when we get there, you're gonna poke yourself through that sunroof, and you're gonna let everything out."

"I—I don't understand—"

He sighs,"Look dude, you've taken a lot of L's this month, and I love that you call me whenever you're about to bust, but I just don't think it's enough for you anymore. So, I'm just tellin' you to scream it all out."

You pout, still looking at him quizzically.Though odd in nature, Bokuto usually means well...most of the time he means well.

You shrug your shoulders and give to it, unbuckling your seat belt as you draw nearer to the tunnels. You rise from your seat and try to balance your weight on the cushion as you poke your head out the sunroof.

"You ready?!" Bokuto yells to you, tugging on the cuff of your sweats. "Yeah!" You reply as you start to pull yourself up.

The cool wind meets your cheeks and sends a euphoric feeling down your spine. There's a persistent white noise ringing in your ear as your heart begins to float away form your chest. Even if you don't scream, you already feel lighter than you had earlier.

Bokuto rolls down his window, sticking his head out like a dog as he continues to drive. "Raise your arms!" He shouts, the sound of his voice pulling you out of your daze.

You do as he says, but you close your eyes to let the feeling wash over you. You scream, you shout, and you even sing a little as the excitement thrums in your chest.

Bokuto closes his eyes for just a moment, shouting along with you as he smiles to himself; the wind rushing against his face.

Your voices echo, intertwining with each other's as you continue with your "woo-ing" and "cooing". You ride your high to its fullest, screaming to the top of your lungs as the weight that's made a home on your shoulders disappears.

Even when you're free from the bright lights of the tunnels and engulfed by the darkness of the night, you don't come down from your high. With your arms still raised and the wind in your face, you let yourself get lost in the moment, hoping to stretch it a little longer.

--atsumu miya [as we ran by the national parks]

Signing up to be Atsumu's friend was basically signing up for nothing but life long surprises.

He's unpredictable, coming and going into your life through a revolving door full of stories. He'll disappear for a little while, and when he feels like it, he'll resurface.

He's kind of like confetti; he'll go out with a bang, but he'll make sure to leave glimmering traces of himself behind for you to remember him by until he comes back;

And when he does, he'll immediately coming running to you like a boat towards a lighthouse.

He won't tell you he's on his way to pick you up, he'll already be there and call you out of your house to drag you somewhere while you're half asleep, still processing what's going on.

But no matter how much of an inconvenience it is for you, you can't help but give in anyway.

The winter air is thick; your knees begin to shake and your breaths grow ragged. You groan in pain, images of you shoving your foot up Atsumu's ass flash across your mind. If it wasn't for your lack of athletic abilities, you would've thrown your shoe at the back of his head by now.

"We're almost there!" He calls out to you, twisting his head to find you hunched over, finding support in your knees as you catch whatever oxygen that's still in you. "C'mon, don't give up on me now." His tone is playful, not a single sign of struggling from the twenty minute jog uphill you've just made.

The fallen leaves crunch beneath his feet as he walks back to you.

"You know, 'Tsumu," You gasp, trying set your pulse back to its resting rate, "I'm so close to killing you...I really am."

He takes your words lightly, disregarding the resentment laced in your words as he laughs heartily. "Ya don't mean that! Ya'd miss me too much, I know that for a fact."

There's a ringing in your ears that cuts Atsumu off mid-sentence; it dangerously nears to a C sharp. Your vision blurry ever so often as you train your eyes down to your bunny slippers.

The asshat didn't even let you change out of your shoes, let alone your clothes. He just showed up unannounced (as per usual), and dragged you out of the house because he had "something cool to show you".

"I—I don't think I can keep running." You huff.

"S'okay," He replies, "we can walk the rest of the way since we're close anyway...Here, gimme yer hand; I'll pull ya the rest of the way."

You raise your head; though he's sweating profusely, there isn't a single trace to tell you he's had a hard time as much as you have, or at least a little.

You narrow your eyes, glaring at him for his lax disposition. He's smiling down at you, eyes glimmering beneath the florescent light post as he waits for you to take your hand in his. You want to swat it away, but against your better judgement and sheer desperation, you take it anyway.

"Atta girl!" Atsumu cheers, still holding that damn smile.

You grumble the whole way through, whining about your feet aching and how dizzy you feel. Though it should've annoyed him or at least got a small rise out of him, but he only draws circles over your hand with his thumb, humming in response every now and then to let you know he's still listening.

Luckily for you, it only takes you both five minutes to reach...the very deserted destination.

"Oh my God, 'Tsumu," You groaned, throwing your head back as you try to pull yourself out of Atsumu's hold, but he only tightens his grip, "you pulled me out of bed for dirt?"

"I—What? No!" He rolls his eyes and pulls you close so you're standing next to him. "Why ya gotta be like that? I dragged yer ass outta bed for this!"

Your gaze follows to where he points, and the moment you see the view of the city before you, your eyes widen and your breath hitches in your throat.

The city lights twinkling, outshining the stars. You can hear the echoes of life from where you both stand, and all you can manage to say is, "Wow."

In all of your five years living in here, you never thought a sight like this was only a twenty-five minute walk away.

"Told ya it was worth it..." Atsumu slings he's arm around your neck and pecks a kiss on the crown of your head. "Ain't it cool havin' a friend like me?"

You shift beneath his arm, finding a more comfortable position in his hold as you pat his chest. "Yeah, you're alright..."

He squints at you, furrowing his brows at your poor choice of words and lack of excitment. You laugh at him, his crinkled nose and the deep frown lines on his forehead make him look like a child.

"Whatever," He sighs, pulling you close. "I know ya love me, ya don't even gotta say it."

"Shut up, 'Tsumu." You tease, burying your head into the dip of his neck. "All your talking's ruining the view."

—sugawara koushi [like real people do by hozier]

Just like Bokuto, Sugawara's your number one go-to except instead of having you screech into a tunnel, he'll be your soundboard.

Though he doesn't have a specific place he'll bring you to, Sugawara will definitely drive you around for hours and hours on end—anything that'll help calm your nerves or help you fall asleep.

He'll listen to your laughs, your cries, and even the quiet hum of your snores. He wants to be there for you in every moment you need him, hoping that one day you'll see him in a different kind of light.

But on the one night it rains, he thinks of something better for you to do to relieve your stress.

"You can't be serious..." A nervous laugh escapes you when Suga parks the car on the side of the empty highway, unbuckling his seatbelt before switching off the engine. "Ko-Koushi you can't be serious?"

"Live a little," Your name falls off the tip of his tongue so effortlessly, it completely escapes you that he's already getting out the car; and within seconds, he's completely drenched by the rain. He calls to you, motioning you to join him.

"You're crazy!" You shout through the glass, shaking you head as you laugh at him. "We'll get hit by a car!"

"No one's out here but us!" He argues. Suga begins to jump and down, dancing beneath the rain regardless of the lack of music playing in the background.

This is so stupid, you think to yourself, slumping into your seat. You sit there and watch as your best friend continues to dance in rain, smiling to himself as he spreads his arms open as if he's waiting for the sky to hug him back.

When he notices you still glued to your seat, he marches over to you with a devious grin painting across his lips. You rush to try and lock your door, but you're left betrayed by his car when he swings it open.

"Get out of the car," He sing-songs. "Get out of the car while I'm still asking nicely."

You widen your eyes, lips falling into an 'o'.

You think its best not to get out, fearing you might get hit by a car or something worse like catching a cold. But when Suga looks at you with a warm, comforting smile, holding his hand out to you, how could you possibly resist?

Kicking off your shoes, you slip your hand in his and step out of the car.

Slamming the door behind you, he slips one arm around your waist before bending down to swing the other beneath your knees, carrying you back to where he stood.

He spins you around, and you snake your arms around his neck tightly as you scream. Even in his recklessness he's careful with you, making sure his grip is tight on you. But when he feels you slipping from his hold, he carefully sets you down.

Your arms still around his neck. Suga cranes his neck just a little to meet your eyes; his smile charms you and you can't help but smile as well.

"Are you having fun?!" He shouts over the rai to make sure you can hear him. You nod your head as you wipe away the hair sticking to his face. "Yes I am!"

"Do you still feel like crying?!" He asks, still shouting.

"Not at all!" You reply. "I'm too busy worrying over the fact we might get run over! This is still crazy, Koushi!"

"Well, then you're just as crazy for joining me!"

"It's not like I had a choice, you jerk!"

Suga dismisses your last words as he flutters his eyes shut, pressing his forehead against yours . You stiffen at the sudden closeness, but oddly enough you don't mind it. You try not to choke on your own breaths, swallowing down a cough to keep you in this intimate moment you didn't know you were longing for.

Through your glossy vision, you take notice of his eyelashes. Was it always this long? Was he always this pretty?

You study his face; his clear skin, thick browns, cute little dimples in the corners of his mouth. He's so beautiful, you think. Was he always this beautiful?

You shut your eyes when you notice him blinking away the raindrops from his lashes.

"I like you," The rain is loud and thunderous, yet you can hear Suga's faint confession between the howling of the wind and the rhythm of the rainfall. Its as if for a moment, the rain died down just enough so you could hear his words as well as his nervous heart.

You bite your lips, keeping your eyes shut as you smile at his words; and he can see it. He can see your eyes moving beneath your eyelids; he cans see your lips quivering to smile, and he can feel you shaking between his arms.

It could be because you're cold, or it could be the because since the start of the year, you've had it rough and this was the first time in a long while you had something to be genuinely happy about without having to doubt it or worry that just like the storm, it'll eventually pass.

The moment you open your eyes, Suga's looking right at you, peering into your gaze as he waits for your response.

"How cheesy of you," You tease, "confessing to me in the rain."

"I thought you'd like it."

"Well, I like you, so I guess that's enough, isn't it?"

—tetsuro kuroo [real estate by adam melchor]

A bit random, but I'm a firm believer that Kuroo definitely likes to buy food from anywhere and park the car in an empty parking lot in the middle of the night to talk about whatever with you.

He'll call this adventurous, but you'll call it lazy.

It became a thing when you were both in high school; he'd come over in the middle of the night after you called and told him you weren't feeling your best.

he'd get you out of the house, not minding the time because he is a firm believer in physically getting out of the negative energy.

he'd bring you to convenience store because it was the only place open in your village, and share a meal with you that he bought as you both sit on the edge of the sidewalk and talked.

"How's my girl doing now?" The car circles around the parking lot once more before it comes to a slow stop. Kuroo rests his arm behind the headrest of your chair, looking at you intently as you wipe away a stray tear. "Still not-so great, huh?"

You shake your head as it hangs low. You don't want to meet his eyes, too embarrassed of yourself, but you must've forgotten that he's seen worse.

One of the many plastic bags Kuroo's got settled on his lap rustles as he digs a hand through the many snacks he bought at the convenience store. He pulls out an onigiri from the bag and sets it in one of the cupholders that's sitting just below the heater.

Turning the air up he says, "Food's just cookin', it'll be ready when you are." You can only mutter a soft 'thank you' in between your sniffling.

He sits in the silence with you, nudging your arm and patting your head ever so often, waiting till you ride out your crying to the fullest. He'll even wipe away the river of tears pooling at the tip of your chin.

You didn't feel like crying when you had first called Kuroo; you just wanted to use him as a soundboard to let all your pent up stress you've been trying to anchor through the week. But the moment you found yourself in his presence, you couldn't help but break. Its as if Kuroo was the comfort you were looking for in the pillow fort you made at home, or the warmth you were missing when you made yourself into a burrito blanket.

"I'm just tired," Your voice croaks as you whine to him. You lift your head to lean it against the headrest, flickering your eyes to Kuroo who looks at you intently, leaning in closely as if nothing else mattered but you."I'm so tired, and I don't know what to do...I-I feel so pathetic! Like, everything that I do doesn't measure up to how I want things to be—like—does that even make sense?"

"Plenty of sense," He hums. A soft smirk plays across his lips and you can already feel yourself healing.

You wipe away the stray tears. "You probably think I'm silly...I've cried over so many things so many times, you'd think I'd go dry by now, huh?"

He shakes his head, reaching out to you to cup your cheek. He softly grazes his thumb against your skin, and you can help but sink into his touch. "I think you're just perfect."

A laugh escapes you, but you don't tear your eyes away from him. "Thanks, Kuroo...You're always listening to me go on and on—you're a great friend."

His gaze lingers a little longer than usual, and you swallow the panic hitched in your throat when you notice him inching towards you. You close your eyes as the space between you lessens; you feel him hovering over you lips, his breath fanning against your skin.

"I also think I might be in love with you..." He whispers, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyelids.

Your breath stays hitched in your throat and it takes all the energy you have left to quietly say, "Well, kiss me so you can find out."

—oikawa tooru [tell me by jonny jewel ft. saorise ronan]

oikawa's extraordinary efforts to make his life reflect in the same manner was one of many reasons you fell in love with him.

he was a bit dramatic in nature, so just like atsumu, he'd show up at your doorstep without a single warning to whisk you away at the dead of night.

in every visit, he'd always take you somewhere new. This always left you looking forward to the next time he'd come knocking on your door.

You giggle as he peppers kisses over your hand, intertwining your fingers together so effortlessly like the many times he's done before. With his eyes etched onto the softly lit road ahead, the florescent lights twinkle past you as Oikawa continues to drive.

You coil your hold around his toned arm, pulling the bed sheet you clung with you when he whisked you away. His lips curve into a soft smile just as he's about to kiss the top of your head.

"How much longer you?" You asked, your voice taut as its strained, fresh from slumber. He hums in response, cooing your name as he tells you its not much longer till you're there.

You wonder where he'll bring you next. At the top of a hill overlooking the city? A weird shop that had an underground bar? Though you aren't really dressed for the occasion, so maybe not.

You didn't mean to drift away so easily, but the sudden yet smooth halt jolts you back to your senses. Oikawa cups your face and draws circles over your skin, waiting for you to completely wake up.

When your eyes flutter open, a rather large neon sign greets you, reflecting onto the windshield, "The Neon Graveyard".

You squint your eyes before craning your neck back to look at Oikawa. "Toru, where are we?"

He does nothing but smile, leaving your question unanswered as he gently steps on the gas and begins to drive forward. He cranks the volume of the radio a little higher, setting the mood.

The place is canvased in old bright signs in different shapes and sizes, twinkling fairy lights, and everything other glowing thing you can possibly think of. Signs from buildings long forgotten and a string of lights that no longer gleamed for anyone.

The car once again comes to a halt and you feel Oikawa peeling away from you, making you frown. He only smiles, cupping your face to leave a kiss on your forehead before to tell you to get out of the car. You're reluctant, but you do so anyway.

Wrapped like a California Maki, you step out of the car and take in the sight before you. It isn't long till you feel a familiar pair of arms caging you in, swaying you back and forth to the beat of the radio faintly playing in the background.

"D'you like it?" Oikawa asks, his breath fanning across your ear. It sends a hot flash across you cheeks and all you can manage to do is nod. "I knew you would...A friend told me about it and I knew I just had to bring you here."

You rest against his back, leaning your head on his shoulder as he continues to sway you back and forth. Only until you manage to twist yourself around to come face to face with his eyes—eyes sparkling beneath the colorful lights.

"Tell me that you'll never leave me," He presses his forehead onto yours, his sigh warms your cheeks. His hands fall to your waist, weaving his fingers into a tight hold to pull your closer."I love you so much..."

You lean in to kiss him; the warmth of his cheeks meets the coolness of the palm of your hands. "I'll love you forever, Toru."

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years ago

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I love your Lucifer/MC/Diavolo stuff so much... What if they wanted to keep their darling forever, but needed their soul to do it? Cue Lucifer... "persuading" their darling to make a pact with one of them while Diavolo watches and occasionally comforts their darling and tells them to just give in so things can go back to the way they were... Even if it's more logical to suffer a lifetime of torture to spend eternity in the Celestial Realm than to give up their soul, it's easier said than done.

Any scenario with Lucifer and Diavolo feels like a scenario I’d be happy to write. Especially one where they’re lording over their poor, unfortunate Darling, the more powerless the better.

Title: Methods of Persuasion.

TW: Mentions of Torture, Mentions of Death, Bondage and Kidnapping.

In moments like this, you began to wish you’d caught the eye of a less thoughtful demon.

You didn’t want to fight any of the brothers, if you were being honest. They’d been precious to you, they are precious to you, but if you had to, some would certainly be easier to escape than others. Mammon was determined, but careless, he’d forget something and you’d take advantage of that. Satan was smart, but he could be distracted, and you could get away. Beelzebub was emotional, Asmodeus was a pacifist, Leviathan had a temper, and Belphegor could be violent, but he never failed to take the path of least resistance when it came to conflict. Lucifer was… difficult, in comparison. You couldn’t slip out of iron shackles, nor could you break the wood of Diavolo’s headboard with so little slack to work with. You couldn’t attack him, not when he was careful to stay an arm’s length away, and nothing you shouted, yelled, screamed made a difference, his disposition as cool and collected as it always was. Making him as untouchable as he always was.

And with Diavolo so eager to impress, you couldn’t make him do anything besides sit back and admire his companion’s work.

He was already smiling, a grin spread across his taut lips as he unconsciously leaned towards you, perching himself on the side of your bed as he scanned over your restraints, your torn clothes, you. Lucifer wasn’t as blatantly content, his satisfaction buried beneath layers of lukewarm apathy, but he was still hovering over Diavolo’s shoulder, waiting for a reaction, a validation of his hard work. Like a dog, waiting to see if it’d fetched the right object for his owner. “You outdid yourself,” Diavolo confirmed, allowing Lucifer the barest hints of a smirk. “I could’ve helped, y’know. I’m sure (Y/n) didn’t give you too much of a struggle, but whether or not you believe it, I am a demon. I’d like to think I’m a capable one, too.”

“A man of your status shouldn’t have to lower himself.” It was a hollow declaration, considering you and Diavolo are both well-aware that any task Lucifer chose to take up was a task he believed no one else could do correctly. Diavolo accepted it nonetheless, nodding along as Lucifer continued to feed his own ego. “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty, not when we share a vice--”

“If you two are done jerking each other off,” You cut in, letting your chains rattle for emphasis as you shifted, settling onto your back with a noticeable amount of effort to seem comfortable. “I’d like to know where I am, and more importantly, why I’m here. I don’t remember agreeing to any of you schemes, Lord Diavolo, and Lucifer, if I did something to break one of your many oh-so-essential rules, I think I deserve a warning before you chain me to a bed for it.”

Despite the latter half of your declaration, Diavolo never wavered, his delight holding strong as he clasped his hands together, his colorless knuckles the only indication of his anxiety. “You don’t have to be afraid,” He started, taking on a rehearsed, manufactured tact. “Luci’ and I are here to offer you an… arrangement, of sorts. You see, my companion’s grown awfully fond of you.” Lucifer’s hand came to rest on Diavolo’s shoulder, as much in support as it was in warning. Diavolo had the decency to move on quickly. “We’ve grown fond of you. And, because of that--” His expression grew conspiratorial. Softening, but taking on a dangerous edge. “--we’d like to make you a demon.”

You opened your mouth, your disgust coming instantaneously, but Lucifer spoke before you had a chance to, mistaking your apprehension for confusion. “A demon of sorts,” He corrected, coming to stand beside Diavolo. “You won’t be as powerful as a fallen angel or a creature born demonic, but you’ll be immortal, and you’ll be able to stay in the Devildom for as long as you wish. You’ll be strong, and safe-guarded, and you’ll be able to stay with us.” This time, when he glanced towards Diavolo, his eyes were brimming with affection, with expectation. He didn’t doubt you would accept. To him, it wasn’t even a possibility. “All you have to do is give Diavolo your soul. It’s more symbolic than anything - to show your loyalty. And I can promise you, it won’t hurt. Not after the transformation is complete.”

For a moment, you were too stunned to respond. It was a terrible offer to make, an awful thing to propose unprompted. You were kept in the dark about most spells and forms of magic, but souls were important, and offering yours couldn’t be as harmless as they were trying to make it seem. You’d be lucky if you were just bound to Diavolo. In the worst possible scenario, you’d be his creature, you’d be under his control rather than your own. You didn’t want to be immortal, you didn’t want to be a demon, and whatever relationship Diavolo and Lucifer were doing a poor job of hiding, you didn’t want to be a part of it.

“No, no, no,” You spat. You only meant to say it once, but duplicates stumbled out after the first, spilling over your lips before you could stop them. “If it was ‘just symbolic’, I wouldn’t be handcuffed. You wouldn’t have fought to bring me here. You wouldn’t try to make it sound so good. Tell me what you really want.”

Instantly. Lucifer’s calm smile turned to a snarl, his voice dipping into a growl. “You ungrateful--”

“We’ve prepared counter-measures,” Diavolo explained, ever the diplomat. “If you don’t accept our generosity...” His fist dropped to the sheets, the comforter soon balled in his grip. For the first time, you noticed how tight his grip was, how he was itching to hold something, but never seemed content with what he found. Abruptly, you wondered if his intentions were genuinely nervous or more violent in nature. “We aren’t in a place to let you refuse. I’m afraid we might’ve waited too long for that.” He sighed, composing himself. By the time he continued, his shoulders were squared, his gaze more focused than it had been. Resolved, but not defeated. “Handing over your soul would be the wisest option. You will, eventually, but Lucifer is prepared to make things… unnecessarily stressful, if you insist on being stubborn.”

“I’m going to torture you,” Lucifer summarized, his hesitation as scarce as his remorse. “I’m going to hurt you, and Diavolo is going to hurt you, and perhaps Barbatos will, if he wants a turn. You’re going to bleed and scream and suffer until you’re begging to give us anything we want, or you’re going to die and we’ll have you regardless. Submission will be easy, simple, and painless. If you’re looking for kindness, this is the only time you’ll be able to find it.”

Lucifer didn’t hesitate, so you couldn’t, either. You didn’t need to. You’d known what your answer would be before he opened his mouth. “Over my dead body.”

This time, it was Diavolo’s turn to smile, the gesture more earnest than it’d been all night. Slowly, a hand drifted towards you, coming to rest on your thigh. You weren’t sure if it was meant to be a threat, but suddenly, you were aware of just how sharp his nails were, of just how happy he seemed to let them push into your skin until they nearly drew blood.

“That can be arranged, my love.”

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theunquenchablethirst · 4 years ago

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Home Pt1: The Orphanage (Jeremiah X Reader)

First multi-chapter fic I’ve ever written, so critics please be gentle, but feedback is much appreciated. This chapter is just about introducing the reader to the story, but I do have more chapters ready to go out. Lemme know if you want them ☺️

Slow burn and mentions of childhood trauma/abuse

Find Pt.2 here

Reader is an orphan about to turn 18 when a wealthy man visits the orphanage looking for an older girl. She is put up as a possible option and she isn’t happy about it.

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Growing up in the orphanage was horrible. They treated us all like workhorses from the moment we arrived. They would demand so much from us from such an early age and when we couldn’t do it, we would get beaten or starved or have to spend the night in the basement with the rats. If not all three. And then they wondered why we didn’t have the strength for all the hard labour they forced upon us.

They didn’t care about us one bit. They used to send us to clean rich people's houses to make money off us. I remember one girl got sent out and came back covered in bruises. She tried to tell them she didn’t want to go back, that the guy was a creep and he touched her. They still sent her and one day she just disappeared. We all knew what happened, but we didn’t dare say anything. We were the weak ones and in Gotham, nobody cares about the weak ones.

I remember praying every night for some nice couple to come and save me. Adopt me. But year after year passed and I learned to abandon those dreams. I’d read in the paper about some guy called Jerome Valeska. He’d murdered his mom. I also saw him when I’d been sent out on maid duty, on a client's TV when they were watching the news. He seemed unhinged, like a rabid dog, talking into the camera about sanity and how we were all just prisoners and cogs. He said was the leader of a gang called the Maniax. We’d all heard of them at the orphanage and what they’d done. I decided if that was what family could do to you, then maybe it wasn’t for me. It wasn’t like anyone was coming for me anyway.

Instead, I focused on counting the days to my 18th birthday. They kicked you out once you turned 18, but it was a time everyone in the orphanage looked forward to. I remember how excited I was when the time crawled ever closer. It was just a few weeks, but time seemed to slow down as they were passing. It was painful.

I had everything I was going to do planned out in my head. First, I was going to punch the head master square in the nose and tell him just how much I hated him. Then I was going to walk my ass straight to the GCPD and let them know everything. It was my chance get that place shut down forever. To help the other kids and get them sent somewhere decent. I would be stood out front watching the day it closed. Watching with the biggest, tooth baring smile on my face.

I still hate that I never got the chance.

My 18th was a few weeks away and I could taste my freedom. Everyone was hyping me up for it and some of the younger ones were telling me how much they were going to miss me and trying to spend as much time with me as they could. There were a few sour apples because they were jealous, but I understood and I would squeeze them all so tightly before I left.

“Stop daydreaming and get back to the floor!” A harsh voice came and I was brought back to reality with a smack to the back of my head.

It was the head master's assistant, Mr Grimes. A name that suited him well. He was stalking the halls again, looking for the daydreamers like me so he could tear them down. I was supposed to be scrubbing the wooden floorboards, but I let my mind run away with me for a minute. I should’ve known better by then.

He got halfway down the hallway, trapsing dirt over where I’d just cleaned, when he stopped in his tracks and turned back to me.

“You’re up tomorrow, by the way.” He said, in that matter-of-fact tone that made everyone despise him that extra bit more.

“What?” I must’ve heard him wrong.

“You’re up. Some rich guy’s coming in looking for an older girl. That means you.”

“I can’t be. I’m getting out next month.”

“It’s right here in black and white. And you know I don’t make mistakes.” He gestured to the folder under his arm that had the details for tomorrow in it and apparently my name was listed inside.

I stopped to let the wheels in my head turn and try and figure this out. Being up meant that you were going to be presented for possible adoption. I couldn’t be... could I? Not now I was this close? Mr Grimes turned to leave, but turned back once more.

“By the way, says here this guy's 26. So, he’s probably not looking for a daughter. And if he’s coming here instead of some maid agency... Well, I'll let you think about that.”

Mr Grimes smiled one of the slimiest smiles I’d ever seen before walking away. I knew what he meant and I also knew that nobody here cared. I threw the scrubbing brush into the bucket of soapy water, causing a splash. I was so angry. Angry that my plans could be potentially ruined, that I could be adopted by some rich guy with nefarious intentions, angry that they would let that happen to any of the girls here.

I allowed a few tears to escape my eyes, but quickly told myself off for it. I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry for this place any longer years ago. It felt like giving it power or losing to it and I was not going to give this dump the satisfaction. I didn’t sleep at all that night. Knowing what tomorrow was going to bring sat on my shoulders like two boulders. I was either going to see one of my sisters be taken away to god knows what, or be taken myself. I hadn’t told anybody about it. I didn’t want anybody else feeling this dread.

Morning came. The wakeup call was 7am sharp. Everyone stirred and groaned, but they knew they’d regret it if they didn’t get up with the bell. Now began the battle for the showers. First come, first serve for the hot water. If you were too slow you had to shower in water like ice. However, I wasn’t in the mood to battle it out for hot water. I would feel terrible if I got some and the girl that got adopted today didn’t, so I let them all have war without me. I was used to the cold water anyway.

Downstairs at breakfast I couldn’t eat. I felt like I had a pit in my stomach and if I ate anything I would just throw it back up. The food was disgusting anyway. I sat there with a glass of water deep in thought until a bell rang that caught all of our attention. The only time that bell rang was when the head master was going to be joining us for breakfast, which was rare. But in he came and sat at the front in front of all of us, Mr Grimes standing at his side like a loyal dog. I knew why he was here. He was going to break the news.

“Good morning children.” He said in his dull, boring voice, looking over the room as if scanning it.

“Good morning, head master.” Everyone replied in unison. We knew the drill.

“I have an exciting announcement.”

Everyone was gripped. You could’ve heard a pin drop.

“Now, this does only concern the girls. Boys, perhaps next time.”

A few whispers could be heard as everyone looked around at each other.

“There will be a man coming in later. A wealthy man. He is going to take one of you home.”

Smiles could be seen on my sisters faces and they continued to whisper to each other curiously.

“Unfortunately, not all of you are candidates. Mr Grimes has a list of everyone that is going to be presented. When he calls your name, you are to go back upstairs and change into your display clothes. We must make a good impression if we are to find homes, girls.”

Mr Grimes opened the folder he had with him yesterday and pulled out a piece of paper. All of my sisters were on the edges of their seats, biting their lips, fingers crossed. All of them hoping today could be the day. I was hoping for the exact opposite.

“Shelby... Lisa... Mary... Joanne... Bethany.... And...” Then he called my name. The girls smiles reached ear to ear and they giggled to themselves as they stood up. We were all the oldest girls, 17 or few months away.

“Congratulations, girls. Today could be the start of a new life... for one of you.” The headmaster also rose from his seat and he left the room leaving Mr Grimes to finish.

“You girls, upstairs and make yourselves look half human. The rest of you, better luck next time.”

Back in our dorm all the girls were laughing and smiling. They were all so happy, getting their presentation clothes ready. They were all the same. The outfit we had to wear if we were up. A black skirt that reached just below the knees with a black, quarter sleeve shirt with a white collar. Our only pair of good, clean white socks and black plimsoles. We were all identical in these outfits, except for different things we would do with our hair. Some would do braids, some pony tails or buns. The lucky ones managed to scrounge up some cute clips and bows. It was all very exciting for everyone. Everyone, but me.

“I can’t believe it! One of us is getting out of this soggy shack!” Laughed Shelby.

“I know! I knew keeping that lucky penny was worth it!” Mary giggled as she pulled a penny out of her shoe and kissed it.

“Whoever it is that goes, we’ll still always be sisters, right?” Joanne piped up. She had always had a nervous disposition.

The girls all stopped. They were so giddy with the news that they forgot today was also goodbye for one of us. The sudden sadness in the air was palpable. I could see tears start to gather in their eyes and my heart broke.

“Stop it. Stop it all of you. No matter what happens today, we will all always be sisters. We’ve been through so much together that even if we are scattered to all corners of the globe, we’ll still all be sisters. Nothing can change that. Ever.” I forced, half scolding them. We huddled together and began saying how much we loved each other, going over memories we had. We stayed like that until the bell rang, letting us know we only had a little time left before the line-up.

We stood lined up by the front door. I’d never liked this bit. It felt like we were on display in a shop window. Like we were on sale.

“Is this the best you could do? I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t just walk away.” Mr Grimes scoffed as he looked us up and down. He was the one who was going to be introducing us. The head master stayed in his office, he only dealt with the paperwork of it.

“And don’t say anything, unless he talks to you. Nobody buys a cow for its personality.”

We heard a car pull up outside and the nerves kicked in.

“Sounds like he’s here. Stand up straight, girls. Somebody’s life’s about to change.”

Then there it was. The sound I’d been dreading since yesterday afternoon.

Knock, knock, knock...

“Let the sale commence.”

#Jeremiah Valeska #Jeremiah X Reader #first fic #slow burn #mentions of childhood trauma/abuse #keep the fandom alive #create content #tumblr writers #gotham fandom #gotham #now with title

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collabwithmyself · 5 years ago

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1-3: Turnabout Transfix (2/2)

The article in the paper under the list of missing persons had the wrong name before "Wright, age nine," and a lump formed in Miles's throat.

"That's not his name," he tried to say. It came out as a croak. "We told them his name was Phoenix. I know we did."

Ray, sitting beside him at the dining room table, looked disgusted but defeated. "They added it as a footnote," he pointed out. ""Responds to Phoenix"... Nick's not a dog."

Miles wanted to hunt down every copy of the paper and throw them all into the trash can. His best friend was missing, and people were calling him the wrong name because he wasn't there to stop them. It wasn't fair.

Miles looked to Ray as though he had an answer to right this horrible injustice. Ray looked as tired and frustrated as he felt, chewing on a thumbnail as he thought deeply.

"We can head down and talk to them," he offered, after a long pause.

That was what Father would have done. He would have marched right down to the office where they printed the paper and demanded a retraction. But nobody was going to take a freshman law student and his newly adopted nine year old seriously.

"It's worth a try," Miles responded, because a defense attorney should never give up hope.

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Staying up late to scrutinize the series he already knew by heart for clues of some sort was a mistake, and Miles knew it. His eyes began to droop only partway through the season as Maya snored against his side, and he was vaguely aware he was becoming less and less alert every time he had to pull his head back up from his chest.

It didn't occur to him that he shouldn't be letting himself doze off in the presence of company.

His sleep was never restful. Every night, his subconscious was forcibly yanked back to the day everything changed.

Some nights, he found himself reliving what he was certain was a memory. The dialogue never changed, the action never shifted. A heated argument in the elevator, a foolish bid to stop it, a single gunshot, and that horrid, high-pitched wail of agony that he knew belonged to one of the people he'd lost that day.

Other times, he dreamed not of his father, but of Phoenix.

Those dreams changed, but they remained the same nonetheless. Whether running through the streets with Larry, or through the backyard of his home, or through the hallways of the courthouse, the same thing always happened - Phoenix disappeared. Maybe he ran too far ahead, or lagged too far behind, but Miles's friend was suddenly nowhere to be found, and he felt painfully, crushingly alone.

His subconscious had decided to grace him with the former that night, and when he woke up with "father" on his lips and sweat on his forehead, a rumpled-looking Maya was staring at him in undisguised concern.

"...are you o--"

Miles turned away from her and said nothing, effectively stopping the conversation before it began.

Maya was silent, and when Miles glanced back over, her gaze was fixed on the television, which was still playing through the old episodes of Steel Samurai. She lacked the enthusiasm they both shared for the show, however. She seemed deep in thought.

"...you don't wanna talk about it?" she asked quietly.

He and Uncle Ray never talked after nightmares. One would get up to find the other in the kitchen nursing a cup of tea, and silently join them, knowing the other was thinking of the same thing but not having the courage to voice it aloud. Saying it gave it form, and Miles refused to shed any more tears over something he knew full well was his fault.

"No," Miles responded, sharp and blunt all at once.

"You wanna talk about something else, then?" Maya glanced sideways at him. "I used to talk with Sis after I had nightmares. It helped get my mind off things."

Miles hesitated. "Something else sounds nice," he said quietly.

"How about court today? Prosecutor von Karma was hopping mad, huh?" Maya let a grin stretch across her face as she leaned towards Miles. "She looked like she wanted to tear her hair out. Or maybe yours."

"That woman needs to see a therapist," he muttered.

"I think we all do, My."

"...you've got me there."

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As the trial wore on throughout its second day, Sascha von Karma continued to act stranger and stranger. Before the judge could reprimand her for being far too harsh with the witness, Cody Hackins faltered and lost the confidence Miles had been working hard to build up about his witness account, a terrified look in his eyes. To his surprise, von Karma went ashen and actually stumbled back a little, like she hadn't meant to push a little boy nearly to tears.

Honestly, with her disposition, Miles wouldn't have thought she would care. But here she was, clutching her side, eyes blown wide with something like fear. Something in Miles's stomach turned over. Was he actually feeling sympathetic for this ferocious woman?

But it wasn't just him. Mia beside him (that had been a jolt to his nervous system -- he hadn't been able to see her clearly the last time Maya had summoned her) had her brow furrowed in concern as she stared at the prosecution. "I haven't seen her make a face like that since..."

Miles glanced at her. "Since... what?"

"...don't worry about it. Focus on the trial here and now, Miles." Mia gave him that mysterious smile that meant she was withholding important information from him. He knew it well. He huffed at her, and she huffed back.

Despite Mia's testimony, von Karma had that same look on her face as Vasquez took the stand the next day, wide eyes flicking between the witness and the defense bench. She was strangely silent, not offering a single protest as Miles proceeded with the cross-examination.

But he couldn't afford to wonder about it. Vasquez was clever and tight-lipped, and his attempts to wring her testimony dry and find something to pin her down were fruitless. She and the judge had both gotten irritated at this point, and when Miles hesitated, scrambling to find some point he hadn't pressed, the latter decided he'd had enough.

Miles cursed inwardly as the judge raised his gavel. Vasquez adjusted the pin of her shawl, self-assured in her victory. This was the end. He was prepared to accept defeat.

He couldn't have possibly prepared for what happened next, however.

"OBJECTION!"

Miles jerked his head up. Beside him, Maya gasped in surprise.

Across the room from him, left arm outstretched in a frantic point, was a frazzled, trembling Sascha von Karma.

She stared blankly at her own hand, as though it had moved of its own volition. Then she jumped - actually jumped - when the judge demanded to know the meaning for the interruption.

"Right! Uh. Um. The reason I objected," she babbled, "is because... uhh..."

It was the least composed Miles had ever seen her. He was bewildered. What did she think she was doing?

"...I don't have a reason," she admitted, shoulders slumping.

"Er..." The judge blinked owlishly at her. "Very well. Now--"

"OBJECTION!"

The poor judge looked as baffled as Miles felt. "Miss von Karma?"

"I... I request that the witness testify again!" she blurted out, digging her fingers into the desk. She looked disheveled, stray hairs having slipped out of her ponytail to poke out at a very odd angle. "I, um... I want to hear about... the, uh..."

Vasquez snarled with impatience. "Why are you badgering me? I'm your witness!"

"I'm inclined to agree!" the judge added. "I see little point in making Ms. Vasquez repeat herself..."

Miles looked at Maya. Maya looked at Miles. What?? Maya mouthed at him. Miles shrugged helplessly.

von Karma floundered. "Uh... yeah... great point... ummmmMMM! I want to-- I wish to hear about the body discovery! What happened after you found it?"

That hadn't occurred to Miles. But what could that possibly reveal? And why was von Karma risking sabotaging her own case by asking after it? She practically had the win in the bag, and after Miles had humiliated her so thoroughly after their last clash in court, she had no reason to let this continue.

What was going on?

⁂

The relief of a not guilty verdict and the butterflies of being in such close proximity to Mr. Powers yet again were a powerful combination that filled Miles's mind with fuzz and forced out any less important thoughts, like von Karma's odd behavior or Maya tugging on his coat.

"M-My! Hey! Miles! Kilometers! Little My!"

"H-Hrm?"

Maya pointed to somewhere behind him. "I, um... I think you're in trouble."

Miles turned, and flinched when he found himself nose to nose with a furious prosecutor.

"You," von Karma snarled, "should not be expecting a repeat performance of today! You're lucky I took pity on you! You got that?!"

Her voice raised to a yell as she spoke, and her burning eyes pinned Miles where he stood. He leaned away, but she just leaned forward.

"Don't you dare be expecting a shred of mercy from me from now on! You may be the son of that loathsome excuse of a defense attorney, and the favorite of that voluptuous wretch--"

Now, Miles was not going to sit there and take that. "You should never speak ill of the dead, Miss von Karma," he snapped, straightening his spine and making her flinch away. He met her glare with all the intensity he could muster...

...and then paused.

How curious.

"Wh... What? What is it?" von Karma's hastily plucked brows furrowed as an edge of nervousness worked its way into her voice, and Miles realized he'd spoken aloud.

"Your eyes," he continued hesitantly. They were heterochromatic - one brown, one blue. "They reminded me of someone. An old friend."

von Karma inexplicably blanched. She looked distant for a moment, and her left hand dug into her right side, just below her ribcage. "You... wh..."

Then she shook herself, and that boiling anger was back full force. "Why are you getting all nostalgic on me, you-- ugh! You listen closely, Ed... E-Edge..."

Again, she went pale, looking ill. Miles was starting to worry after her health at this point, despite the fact he was in the middle of being screamed at. "Er..."

"You... you listen closely, Worthless!" She thrusted a finger up towards him, nearly jamming it up his nose with how close she was. "These eyes... you'll see them and know nothing but despair once we meet again, you hear me?! I'm going to crush you, and I'm going to enjoy it!"

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and stomped off, seething.

Maya coughed weakly. "Uh. Wow. What was that all about?"

Miles stared after Sascha von Karma, his gut clenching with inexplicable grief. "I have no earthly idea."

⁂

You failed again.

You can't even blame him this time.

This is all your fault.

Victory was within your grasp.

All that matters to a von Karma is perfection.

And yet you gave him an opening.

A von Karma should be swift and merciless.

You're weak. He's gotten into your head. You can't stop thinking about him.

Even his name makes you sick.

Miles Edgeworth...

...

...why does it feel like you're forgetting something?

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sadsappylee · 5 years ago

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Inexplicable

Spencer Reid x Reader

This is a ticket fic, if you don't wanna read that scroll my dude.

Every now and then, you would get into these warm, sunny moods for no apparent reason, and Spencer couldn't figure it out.

Derek would always joke that you must've gotten laid, but as a profiler he knew how to read you well enough to know it wasn't that. He couldn't tell what it was, and that was what annoyed him.

Today was a day like that, your unusually bright disposition had been going strong for a day or two before and today was no exception. He was quite frustrated actually, angry at himself for not being able to figure out what caused these periods of peculiar behavior.

He definitely wasn't complaining, he thought that you were rather adorable when you got like that, you would smile and laugh more, joke around with Morgan, and make nerdy references with Penelope and himself. You were often times the ray of sunshine that kept the team going during hard cases, and that was especially true when you had those periods of unexplainable potential energy. You had an arsenal of unbelievably warm oversized sweaters that you seemed to reserve for specifically times like this, which he thought suited you quite well.

There were downsides, of course. You seemed so tired, what he thought was a product if not being able to sleep due to heightened energy levels. You also seemed more distant, and (though the logical side of him knew this couldn't be caused by a simple mood) he couldn't shake the feeling that even your physical body was practically freezing cold. On top of that, you seemed to recede into your head more often.

He knew from experience that that was never a good thing.

This was what you had learned was called a 'lee mood'.

You had a pretty embarrassing secret- you really liked being tickled. Maybe it was because you liked the feeling of being able to trust someone enough to be completely vulnerable and helpless with them, or because you liked having an excuse to be carefree and laugh. It gave you a chance to just let go and be happy. You liked laughing, and you guessed that that just carried into the rest of your life that way.

You had these periods of time since as long as you could remember, but you had only just stumbled across the term a few weeks past after falling down a tumblr rabbit hole late at night. See, you and Spencer were alike in many ways, but one especially stood out- your pension for research in the face of confusion.

So, being the research prone person you were, that was what you did. The amount of firewalls and incognito tabs you put up to make sure no one ever saw said research was almost ridiculous, but you needed to find out why you were the way you were, or if other people were like this too. (Basically, what the literal hell was wrong with you)

That was the answer that you got, and apparently the answer was yes, other people were like you. That was how you found out that not only were these phases normal (for some people), but they had a name. It was still embarrassing, but at least you knew you weren't alone.

There were downsides to this too, of course. It wasn't all sunshine and giggly happy rainbow dreams or whatever.

It was being even further touch starved than you were usually, to the point that you thought you might genuinely cry if someone hugged you for too long. It was being almost constantly tired but unable to sleep, and it was having reason whatsoever for feeling that way. It was yearning to feel close to anyone, emotional or physical.

Still, you didn't exactly have an outlet for these moods, so they basically just came and went as they pleased, and for now, the mood seemed impossible to shake.

It had been going pretty strong for the duration of your case, and the case was finally over. It was hour (2? 3?) Of the flight back home, and everyone in the plane was asleep, bar you and Reid, whose nose was in a book while you listened to music.

You couldn't help but watch him while you listened, he was a fascinating person to look at, (and you had a bit of a crush on him) but he was especially fascinating while he was reading. He was a speed reader, but he always looked so concentrated and entertained. He was almost as enamored with reading as you were with him, and you couldn't help but watch him. It seemed almost....intimate.

He glanced up at you for a moment. Just a moment, and you knew he had caught you staring, knew he saw you. But you couldn't drag your eyes from his, so instead, you just kept looking.

The moment ended, and he looked up, not at you, not at his book, just vaguely forwards as if he was considering something. Whatever it was, it seemed he decided on it rather quickly, looking back down and dog-earing the page of his book before folding it gently closed and setting it down.

He stood up from his seat and walked swiftly towards you, he didn't speak , just looked your way with a slight smile, before dropping down into the seat right next to you. Once situated, he began to speak.

"You know, I've been trying to figure you out for the longest time," he started, observing you as he spoke. "Half the time you're a cold, calculating realist, leaning on the cynic side, and yet the other half, you're like this," he gestured vaguely with his hand.

"Well, I'm sorry I've been troubling you," you joked, a brow raised in his direction.

He rolled his eyes, falling silent for a bit. The tentativeness he usually held resurfaced when he looked around, scratching the back of his neck.

"You don't- I know I've known you for a while, and you seem alright with physical contact, but you don't, uhm, you don't have any problems with contact, right?"

You almost had to laugh. If only he knew, with how touch-starved you were? It might be impossible for you to have a problem with physical contact.

Then again, your mind wandered.

Mainly, to why Spencer was asking you that. Heat rushed through your cheeks as you considered all the possibilities of what he could've meant by that.

"I- well no, Spence, I don't," you cleared your throat. "I don't have problems with that, why?"

"Oh good," he spoke, ignoring your question as his confidence quickly returned.

Without any more warning, he reached out and tazed you in the side with his fingers, smiling slightly as you squealed, edging away from his hand.

"Spencer! What was that for?" You chastised, more than a little flustered, sure that your could feel the blush rise in your cheeks.

"I'm just...." He trailed off as if looking for the right words, a confused look (that you would never admit to thinking was adorable) for a mere moment before his head seemed to clear. "Let's call it testing a theory."

With that his hands latched to your sides, digging into the skin there and smiling as it pulled sweet laughter from you.

"See, I think that this is what you've wanted all along. Your moods, I haven't been able to figure them out, so I kept searching. I was worried about you. I thought maybe they were manic states, but you don't have any of the other traits of bipolar disorder. Then I thought maybe something good just happened to put you in a good mood, but nothing new had happened during those times either."

"ihihihi- ihihi hahahahave noho ihidehehehea whahat youhohohoure tahahalking ahabout!" You denied, attempting to stifle your laughter and batting his hands weakly away (though you didn't really want him to stop).

"So," he continued, rolling his eyes at your denial, "I started searching symptoms; often tired but rarely sleeping, brighter moods, hightened levels of elation, loosely bounded sense of humor. Now, I didn't find anything official, per sé, but I did find a quite interesting little section of the internet that offered up a pretty simple explanation," he smiled gently, continuing that sweet form of torture, and all you could do was laugh, clutching against his shirt. You chose to bury your head in his chest and save yourself from the embarassment of your reactions to his words.

"Did you know, it actually makes sense- laughter and physical contact are the biggest suppliers of the chemical dopamine," he explained, as if he wasnt currently tickling you to pieces. "When someone is touch-starved, they lack most of the dopamine that comes from physical contact, so the brain decides that the best way to replace that missing dopamine has to be some sort of human contact that results in laughter. Ergo- tickling." You just tucked your head further into his chest, attempting to muffle your laughter in his shirt and hide your steadily reddening face.

"Spehe-spehehehenceheher!" You giggled, unsure what to say and settling on his name. You knew there wasnt much of a point trying to hide that you obviously enjoyed this from Spencer so you just sat there and took it, hiding in his shirt, though you knew that by your red ears he could tell your face was flushed.

"Yeah (y/n)?" He asked far too casually, always attentive to what you had to say, while still continuing to tickle you senseless, scratching your sides, hands worming their way under the fabric of your sweater.

"Ihihi dohohohont- ihit tihihihihicklehehes!" You whined, aware that you weren't technically complaining or asking him to stop, also aware that Spencer knew that perfectly well too.

"I know," he tsked, feigning sympathy but continuing his actions, with a smirk that you could almost SENSE on his face. Admittedly, this interaction wasn't just for your sake, he was certain that hearing your laughter and seeing you lose your typically well-maintained composure like that was bringing him quite a bit of dopamine as well.

So, instead of trying to think of something else to say, you just clutched at his shirt to stop yourself from pushing him away, trying to keep your laughter in check so as to not wake up the rest of the team as you just let yourself feel the tickly sensations flooding through your nervous system. You practically melted when he moved one of his hands to spider up and down your back, falling into snorting giggles. The other moved to flutter behind your ears, and you sighed through your giggles. Your back and ears had always been some of your worst spots, but at the same time it was incredibly soothing, the kind of thing that could put you to sleep, and the conflicting feelings absolutely maddening.

"Oh, did I find good spots?" He cooed, noticing how you went limp in his arms, aside from the occasional squirm when he brushed against a bad spot.

Your skin tinged a further red, (if that was possible) at the teasing. "...Maha*hic*haybehehehe.." you squeaked, again realizing that there wasn't a point to trying to lie to Spencer.

"I'll keep that in mind."

He stopped for a moment to give you a break and you sat up to try and catch your breath.

"For now, i think that if we really wanna fix this mood of yours we should pull out the big guns," he teased pausing to make sure you were still doing alright before moving his one of his hands to flutter at your neck, while the other dropped to your knee and began squeezing, laughing along with you when you squealed and shot your hands up to cover your mouth and try to muffle your laughter, which had gone up significantly in volume.

He moved his hands so quickly, between squeezing at your knees, drilling his thumbs into your hips, clawing at your stomach, running his hands up and down your sides, and fluttering at your neck and ears, it felt like his fingers were everywhere at once, and you were barely holding it together. You moved to bite down on your sweater sleeve to muddle your desperate laughter, losing all coordination and thrashing as his hands continued their onslaught against your senses.

He grinned at your (franky rather adorable) reaction, laughing along quietly with you, finding it precious how you tried to hide what was clearly hysterical laughter. In reality, behind the muffling of your laughter, you felt that you were losing your mind at the sensations coursing through your veins. Still, you wouldn't have it any other way, pure glee shining through your eyes.

Just that look was worth doing the a million times over, and it was then that Spencer realized he needed/enjoyed this just as much if not more than you.

When your laughter started growing hoarse he slowly backed off, bursting into quiet laughter at the adorable, almost dissapointed puppy-dog look on your face when he stopped.

You sucked in air like you had never tasted it before, a few stray giggles slipping out to disrupt the silence. Spencer had stopped, but you could swear you still feel the ghosts of his hands against your skin, the tingling feeling still refusing to leave your body, leaving you flustered and giggly.

But you were happy.

Elated, actually. What he said about the endorphins produced from what had just transpired must've been true, because you felt almost lightheaded, warm and pleasantly tired and unable to stop smiling.

You were still on his shoulder, practically laying on him, though he had long since stopped.

Neither of you minded

You hadn't really been able to be this kind of tired in a long, long time. You felt like you could fall asleep right there and then. You'd forgotten how nice it was.

"...thank you."

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, and you shifted your eyes down, flushing bright red in embarassment after realizing what you had just said.

For a moment, Spencer studied you. Leaning against him, head against his shoulder, cuddling into his side.

You looked tiny.

It was the first time he'd ever really realized how strikingly small you were. In the field you were tough. You seemed so much more formidable than the fragile looking person curled into his side.

Your sweater sleeves were down way past your hands with one sleeve slipping off your shoulder and your undershirt untucked and rumpled. Your flushed complection, eyes closed, the hair sweat-stuck to your forehead, out of breath and panting slightly. You looked like you had just walked through a hurricane, the only indication of what REALLY happened being the soft smile plastered to your face, and the occasional quiet giggle slipping in between your breathing.

You looked absolutely breathtaking.

"Any time," he spoke softly.

He looked down at you, and he could swear his heart melted. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and you'd never looked more peaceful.

He could get used to life being like this.

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nitannichionne · 4 years ago

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Luna IV Chapter 14: The Claiming of Syverson (A Cavill / Syverson Fan Fic)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE CLAIMING OF SYVERSON

“Come on, Kane,” you mumble. The dog was alright, but there were times can feel it watching you. It stands outside any door you go into, and is very wary of men. Merchants would give a discount just to keep you moving. When you are alone, however, he became like a puppy. You like him best that way.

You smile to yourself, hearing Helena’s sing song way of calling your name. You turn and see her making her way to you, starting to actually waddle, the baby was growing so big. When you heard her husband call her sunshine, you were not surprised. Helena always had a sunny disposition.

“Hi!” Helena smiles brightly, finally catching up to you. “Oh, I was hoping you’d come today.”

“Why?” you ask, slowing your usual walk for her benefit. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she nods quickly. “It’s just nice to have someone to shop with.

You smile gently. “Well, I figured you’d be here. I hate shopping alone now, thanks to you.” You raise your voice, casting a sideward glance at the older claimed women in the distance as she locks elbows with you. “I mean, where would I get a decent opinion?”

Helena giggles, rolling her eyes. “You’re awful.”

“That’s what Sy tells me,” you joke softly as they walked by a fruit booth.

“That’s what they say too,” Helena nods quickly in the direction of the other women. “Women have been trying to get Sy since he got here. They keep asking how you did it.”

You chuckle, and then sigh. “I’ll be honest, I’m not sure.”

“Oh, don’t let them hear you say that!” Helena giggled back.

You give a unladylike snort. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Kane’ll get ‘em.” You give the dog a pat on the head. “Won’t ya, boy?”

“Is Sy still worried?”

“Yeah, he still is,” you frown. “I am claimed. There’s really not much anyone can do now.”

“Well, all I know is that security is tighter now,” Helena informs as they stop to look at smoked meat. “He’s made it harder for people to get into Luna IV…oh, I do miss food pellets sometimes.”

“I don’t,” you shake your head. “My father didn’t believe in them…ever.”

“Really?”

“Nope.”

“Are you ready for tonight?”

You feel a flock of butterflies in your stomach. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You’re going to do it,” Helena said excitedly. “You’re really going to do it!”

“Yeah,” you nod, your thoughts turning to Sy. “I’ve been working on this all month.” Tonight, you would lay your claim on Simon Syverson.

You make preparations and prepare a meal. You fill the house with scents like jasmine and lavender, even a little vanilla. You redecorated the house, and now you wait.

You hear him enter, and freeze. Your heart pounds as you know he is noting the changes of the house. He finally comes into view and his blue eyes widen at the décor as he deeply inhales, his eyes closing and then opening with a grin. He looks about and finally his eyes meet yours “Wow, baby, a tent inside?.” His wonder fades as his gaze travels your body, looking at the new dress which bragged of his family colors. You smile wider as he blinks at the buckle around your waist, newly cleaned and polished by your hand. He swallows hard at the choker she has only removed once since he put it on her, and that was to clean and polish it as well. He shakes his head and chuckles, “You’ve been busy.”

You cannot help but laugh at that as you sit and watch his eyes glisten. “Sy”

“Yes?”

You know the words. You have studied your lost culture. You have never really cared as much, but you want this man to be yours as much as you are his. “Will you let me care for you?”

Sy stilled.

You blink, feeling unsure. “It is Orion—“

“Yes.”

“Oh…” You blink and look around. You rise quickly, feeling nervous, and walk to him, holding out your hands. “Please sit.”

He puts his large hands in your small ones and allows himself to be led to the cushions and table. He sits on one of the cushions, cross-legged and waiting. He is pleasantly surprised to watch you straddle him. He runs his fingers over your sides in appreciation as he sniffs your neck.

“Something to eat?” you offered. You licked her lips waiting for an answer, mouth gone dry.

He gives you one of his sensual smiles and lowers his voice. “I’m sure I could do for an appetizer.”

You reach over to the table, selecting fresh bread and dunking it in a sauce. You feed the appetizer to him slowly. It is followed by small wafers of bread with meat and cheeses for more dunking of different sauces. You even hold his glass of wine as he drinks.

He is enjoying all this, you think as he patiently watches you put together each mouthful, take each sip of wine you tilt into his mouth. Your heart melts even more. This was a soldier, a man with great responsibility. He cares for and protects you, listens when you speak and possesses you in ways that are almost addictive. He honor and accepts you and even came down on one knee in allegiance when he asked you wear his family crest. You realize the depth of your words. You want to care for him. He deserves it.

“This is a tradition?”

He had broken into your thoughts, your eyes focusing on his again. “Yes.”

He looks at the bowl of chocolate that had not been touched, and runs his fingers down your spine. “May I make a request?”

“Of course.” You squirm, trying not to arch against him, but not fully succeeding. Your blood was heating.

“I want to eat chocolate off you,” he touches your lips, dips his finger in the bowl and glazes your lips with it.

You blink. “Alright.” When you reach for it, he catches your hand and presses his lips to it, making you exhale heavily. “I want to serve you—“

“Serving you is serving myself,” he says softly, smiling up at you.

“Serving you is serving myself,” you echo. This was not part of any custom-Orioni or Luna III-but a statement had never been truer for you both. You frame your face in his hands and kiss him, feeling his lips lick yours as his embrace becomes tighter.

He dips his fingers into the bowl and makes lines from under your ear along your neck to the neckline of your dress. He slowly unfastens your belt, carefully setting it aside with his clean hand, and opens your dress so he can coat each of your breasts with it. He uses more of it to coat your lips again. You shyly smile and laugh as it drips onto your chin. He mirrors your expression and then starts licking the sweetness from your lips. He parts yours with his own and kisses you deeply. You take turns sucking on each other’s tongues, and then he stops to suck the treat from her chin.

A small moan escaped you as he continues lower with his eyes closed, using his mouth and nose to track the chocolate over her body as one would read the trail on a map. It was a game, with the most rewarding tastes of salt and sweet. You both pant, reveling in each other’s touch and taste. You become aware of his hands running up and down your legs and hips, and you move lightly against him, feeling him against you. His arms support your upper body as you arch in arousal.

“Will…you unite with me?” you ask.

He barely stifled his chuckle at her breathless request. “Of course.”

This part has to be done, you tell yourself. You move to sit up, and he helps you. You reach to the fruit tray and pull the knife from it. You cut your finger, gasping softly.

He does not hide his surprise. “What—“

You keep your finger erect as you reached for the table again and pull a thin leather rope with a hollowed crystal dangling from it. You lace the rope with your blood and then bled into the small chasm. Satisfied there was enough, you look to him. “Will you unite with me?”

He understands, and shows no hesitation as he did the last time she asked. He took the knife from her, cut his finger, and did all that she had, their life forces intermingling in the clear stone. He raises his eyes to yours, waiting.

“As long as you wear this,” you whisper, closing the crystal and sealing it with a laser pen from the table. “we are never apart.” You put the necklace around his neck. “Let all who behold this know that you belong.”

He takes a deep breath, looking at you, a wealth of feeling in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“We should clean our wounds, ourselves,” You say softly, rising and taking his hands in yours. “Come with me.”

He nods yes, and lets you lead him. You had run a bath. The sunken tub is warm and inviting as you both stepped down to sit. He sighs as you take a sponge, and begin to bathe him gently, starting from his head and working downward. You begin to tremble, remembering past times you had joined with him, how good he felt. You keep your hand steady with effort to make this good for him, but your heart starts to race. He closes his eyes, savoring your gentle and careful caresses, smiling when you linger in some areas. You did it to calm yourself. What is happening?

His eyes open, full of desire. “Love?”

“Hmm?”

“The moon is rising.”

“I know.”

“No, baby, a full moon is rising.”

The implication of his words slams into you. “Sy—”

“Your turn,” he growls softly, pulling you across his lap, bringing your leg around to straddle him. He runs his fingers over your hair gently, and kisses her neck slowly. He uses the sponge to stroke your back firmly, letting the kisses trail up to your ear and finally to your mouth, moaning softly at the taste of you again as you sigh in surrender, responding in kind. His mouth dips lower to your breasts, taking one in and applying enough pressure to make her arch yet again as he caresses the other. He grinds against you gently, and your head falls back as your breath hitches.

“Uhhh…” You moan as he rounds your rear, pulling your hips into his. He turns you and raises you effortlessly and slowly brings you down on his erection. You moan softly, grabbing his thighs as you melt around him, your cries wordless as sexual relief washes over you like the warm water your bodies are in. His lips, tongue and teeth alternate on your neck and back in lines and patterns, making your arch as he plays havoc with the front of her body when you lean against him. His arm goes around your waist and he secures you to him as he turns you toward the lip of the tub, your knees on the seat as you feel him surge forward, his hips pushing slightly upward for more impact. Kitten cries escaped you as you begin to move with him, helplessly lost in his steadying but gentle hands, the feel of him rocking back and forth within you with water as welcome and added stimulus, moving and splashing with your bodies. Finally you cried out, your body convulsing around him, your hips rocking on him. He pulls out of you slowly and sits you on the bench. You extend your arms and hold onto the tub’s edge as he wraps your legs around you and thrusts back inside, pumping you furiously, making you scream as he plucked and caressed your lovelips and bud. Your head falls back as your body releases screams and spasms, gasping and coming uncontrollably in his arms.

He kisses your shoulders and turns, sitting with you on top of him, still embedded, still pulsing inside you. You wrap your arms around him, your knees squeezing to keep him in position and let your body claim him, your body commanding every move solely based on his moans, his pulse within you. The moon increases your fervor as you ride him hard, and he moans louder, yielding to you., only holding you lovingly and reveling in the roll of her hips. You suck your breath every time, with every thrust as he began to move, releasing it in a deep moan that told him how you needed and wanted him…and would again…always…

He rises from the water, and you wrap around hiim. He takes you back to the pillows and lays you across the large one so that your head is a little lower than her body. Kneeling between your legs he licks you, moaning softly when your juices flowed. He sucks your lovelips, teasing you, thrusting two fingers inside you. You scream his name and then moan as he thrust his tongue as deeply as he can, giving her a whole new sensation to savor. As your body began to twist in silent plea to him to be filled, he withdraws and thrusts into you, holding your ankles so her legs couldn’t lock around him. He works you, his hips gyrating, and you move with him almost desperately, helplessly. He leans forward and pushes your knees back, laying on you to piston in and out of you fully. He built the tension inside you until you finally exploded in a scream of bliss. He growls as he bucks against you, his body responding in kind, shuddering in release. You are both trembling, riding out waves of passion and desire, your breaths combined moans as you instinctively squeeze him and he spills his life into you. You curl wordlessly against each other, planting stray kisses, cheek to cheek snuggles. This is how it was supposed to be, you both know. Luna III had it wrong. Maybe even Luna II did too. You served each other to serve yourselves, and nothing felt better than that.

“Now,” he pants lightly, kissing you. “Who belongs to who?”

You laugh breathlessly, touching his face. “I honestly don’t know.”

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peebleswrites · 5 years ago

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Can I pleaseeee request something with Ulquiorra!? It's difficult to see him being sweet or romantic but I'm ready for whatever he can give 🤣

GASP. YAY. FIRST REQUEST. THANK YOU. Gotta say, this was a challenge! But it was always really fun and I enjoyed writing this piece. I hope you like it!

ULQUIORRA X FEMALE!READER

About three months had gone by since the Arrancars mysteriously appeared in the world of the living, sans the previously deep seeded hatred of humans and Shinigami. In short, they had no evil intentions whatsoever and seemed curious, some more than others, over the lifestyle of humans.

Everyone was of course wary, worried they’d fly off the handle and a war would once again loom on the horizon in the minds of both the soul society and the world of the living. Until Y/N was the first to offer an extension of goodwill to the once evildoers, thus triggering a snowball affect of successful communication between the three parties.

And so, the former Espada remained in the world of the living, assimilating into the culture and assuming somewhat normal lives!

“Say Y/N,” Orihime began one afternoon during lunch upon the roof. All eyes trained to the busty bubble of joy as she posed a question in Y/N’s direction.

“What’s your type? I mean, what sort of guy are you interested in?” Pretty much everyone was equally surprised as they were curious which included a certain arrancar who’d normally find such drabble ridiculous and an utter waste of time.

Since his arrival, or rather, since those of his kind had been accepted in this world, Ulquiorra had taken something of an interest in Y/N. She was the first to accept him, all of them, and he’d always been curious concerning her reasoning. Surely, she intended to gain something by having them as allies, right? Y/N was just a human. It would make sense for her to align herself with the strong.

Yet…she didn’t appear to him as the type to use people for her own advantage. This only made her all the more interesting. As such, he used any and all opportunities afforded to him. All in efforts to garner what her true intentions were.

This was one of those opportunities.

“My type? Mmm…I guess someone who’s smart.” Y/N started before considering the rest of her response.

“Heh, that excludes you, Shinigami.” Grimmjow was first to comment, roughly punching Ichigo in the shoulder with that snarl of a grin covering his feral features. The jab nor the remark was taken well by the aforementioned male who soon retaliated with an equal amount of force.

“What the hell?! That means you too, dumbass!” And of course, that triggered the beginning of their usual bout which everyone had gotten so used to, it was pretty much ignored.

“I do like the strong, silent type, too. Oh! And a bit of spontaneity! You know, keeps things interesting!” While everyone seemed to agree, secretly they began to wonder just who among them she might be interested in. Meanwhile Ulquiorra was on an entirely different wavelength.

If Y/N found these qualities to be appealing, perhaps he could gain her trust by assuming these roles and therefore fulfill this self-appointed purpose of discovering her true intentions, thus deciding for himself if she were truly someone worthy of his trust.

No, it didn’t sound at all crazy in his head.

He has the smart part down and feels sufficiently confident in his intellect. Nothing to worry about there. The same can be said of his strength and more so of his silence. He is neither loud, nor boisterous. And while he wouldn’t call himself antisocial, he is prone to speak when he feels it is necessary to speak. Silence with a purpose.

That leaves the spontaneity.

In order to tackle this trait efficiently, he took to the human world dictionary!

“Performed or occurring as a result of a sudden inner impulse or inclination and without premeditation or external stimulus…” This may be something of a challenge for him. He never acts without thinking, without purpose. In fact, he is hard pressed to believe he could start. But not entirely convinced…yes, he could do this.

He would start by following Y/N. Not in the creepy stalker sense but more along the lines of trying to get to know her likes without actually asking himself. He would use the ever talkative Orihime to do his bidding.

“What sort of candy do you like, Y/N? I like something sweet and tangy but also sour and a little bitter with a fluffy kind of texture!” Dear gods, what could she possibly be describing was the expression that Ulquiorra currently wore while listening to the conversation. Y/N assumed a rather uneasy expression before responding accordingly.

“I like F/C. Not really a fan of much else.” Y/N’s response was simple something Ulquiorra could appreciate and perhaps do something with.

“So that’s what she likes…”

The next day, all eyes were on the former fourth espada when he strolled into class, dragging a large sack behind him which he dumped onto Y/N’s desk without a word. She stared at him then the sack partially obscuring her vision before opening her mouth to respond

“Uh…Ulquiorra? What’s this?”

“Don't ask useless questions.” And that was all he said before casually walking to his chair like he didn’t rouse the entire class with a cloud of confusion. With furrowed brows, Y/N peeked into the sack, only to spot copious amount of her favorite candy! It looked like a whole year’s supply of it! What the heck…

Who could’ve known that he’d been listening in on her conversation with Orihime? Or that he’d continue to do such in order to exercise this growing need to display his spontaneity. Which, he realized at one point, wasn’t really spontaneous at all because he was thinking about these acts way too hard!

Like when she expressed a desire to have more rice in her lunch, so he proceeded to give her extra portions the next day. Or when she grew tired during gym and he suddenly picked her up over his shoulder to run the rest of her laps. Or when she complained over the lack of sleep she was getting due to the neighbor’s dog barking all night so he insisted on training the canine not to be noisy.

Okay so…maybe he was being spontaneous, but Y/N had grown suspicious enough and needed some answers.

“Ah…Ulquiorra? Could I talk to you for a moment?” Y/N approached him after class one day, appearing somewhat nervous. He agreed with a simple nod while teeming on the inside with anticipation. This could quite possibly be the moment he has been working for so diligently. His efforts were at last being acknowledged.

“Uh so…listen, it’s about uhm…how you’ve been acting recently…” If it wasn’t obviously, Y/N was having a hard time expressing what she really wanted to say. Ulquiorra, of course, noticed this.

“Speak, woman.” A curt response that Y/N honestly should’ve expected prompted nothing more than a sigh.

“What’s your problem?!” Which triggered an explosive response that Ulquiorra honestly didn’t see coming if the sight of his eyes widening were any indication.

“Elaborate.” Eyes that soon softened to their normal size while gleaming with hints of mild apprehension for he never expected her of all people to express feelings of displeasure with him.

“You keep doing these weird things! First it was the candy! Then all the rice! Then you carried me around the track even when I told you to put me down! Now my neighbor is telling me you trained their dog! Are you making fun of me? Is this some arrancar way of bullying?!”

“You believe I am bullying you?”

“Yes!”

She was yelling at him. And calling him a bully, of all things. How could his intentions have been so horribly misinterpreted? How could she misunderstand him to such a degree? Could he have been wrong? Were his methods misguided or incorrect? It would seem he would need to evaluate his form of spontaneity and employ a different tactic.

“I see. I will try something else, then.” Yes, he would go back to the drawing board, reconsider his options, his resources, and try other ways of being spontaneous.

“Wait!” Y/N name suddenly grabbed onto his arm. His eyes instantly fell to her hands. Her touch triggered a slither of a response, a tingling sensation that was unfamiliar. When’s the last time anyone had laid non-threatening hands on him, he wondered.

“What?” Visibly she flinched back but maintained her countenance alongside the ever-present confusion.

“What are you trying to do? What’s all this about? I want to know!” This expression. The raw emotion on her face. He remembered it well. It was this stubborn, foolish disposition she maintained that played a key role in the Shinigami taking their presence as a non-threat. It was this expression that led him to find a purpose through her.

It was this very same gleam that triggered perhaps the most spontaneous act he’d committed thus far, the cupping of his hand upon her cheek. He wouldn’t be able to explain what caused him to do it or why his hand stayed. He just knew her cheek felt soft and warm and he sort liked the way her expression shifted as his hand remained.

“Your ‘type,’ as you humans refer to it, is someone who is spontaneous, is it not?” He brandished his usual emotionless façade, awaiting a response from her aside from the stunned silence she seemed to be trapped in.

“I…you…ah…you want to be my type…?” Dumbfounded. She was utterly dumbfounded. And he couldn’t understand why she was behaving so shocked. Wasn’t he being obvious?

“In a manner of speaking, yes. I see now that my actions are ineffective.” How ridiculous. For him to fail at such a task was unprecedented. He could hardly fathom such a thing. As such, he needed to take time away, regroup, and think of different ways to convey this message to her.

“If you’ll excuse me.” His hand fell away from her cheek only to be grabbed by one of hers. A second extension of contact and a second shock that shot up his senses. He eyed her once again with his empty stare, but she didn’t appear at all perturbed by it. In fact, she offered a rather hopeless smile.

“I…I think it’s working. I mean, you’ve got my attention.” Once again, she stunned him. This time, not with her gleaming determination but with a meek smile and subtle, gentle, squeezing of his hand. He couldn’t have imagined such a small gesture could be so impactful. How strange…

“Oh? I will continue, then.”

“Wait, no—.”

It would seem he was at least on the right track to deciphering her true intentions while simultaneously gaining her trust. Surely, he’d get it this spontaneous act right eventually.

A/N: Poor Ulquiorra. He means well. Again, hope you enjoy! Also this is my first time doing this so I hope the format isn't weird? Thanks!

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writting-thingz · 4 years ago

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Paring: Kageyama x FemReader

Summary: New home, new school, new anxieties to worry about. You knew better than to make friends but something about Kageyama just calmed you. It was like you could really be yourself around him. Maybe you do deserve friends, maybe mother is wrong. Or mother is just looking out for you and maybe… you really are nothing but trouble.

Warnings: it’s implied that the reader has heterochromia, verbal abuse, yelling, threats against the reader, threat against reader’s dog (dog does -not- get hurt), manipulation, things being thrown, angst, sad

--Please read at your own risk--

Hireath

’At least it’s all about you-ou-ou-ou-oooo~; I think the blondes are done with fun; At least it’s all about you-ou-ou-ou-oooo~; I think the Blondes are done we’re all to cool for fun’

A new school, new home, and to top it off they school year had already started without you. After a deep breath in and out you got up and ready for the first day at Karasuno High. You originally planned to walk since the school wasn’t too far, however, your mother had different plans.

“Why do you need to drive me again? I can walk just fine by myself.” You insisted as she practically dragged you to the car.

“It’s your first-day sweetie, I figured at least for the first day I could give you a ride. Plus they’re already in about two weeks.” She spoke gently and smiled. You dared to roll your eyes as you sighed,

“Yeah, and who’s fault is that?” That pleasant smile on your mother’s face quickly soured. The two of you were finally on your way to the school.

“Don’t sass me. You didn’t listen and we told you what the consequences were. Blame yourself not us. I’m trying to be nice today, so for once be a good kid.” The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.

’No plastic or paper can take her or make her; Shake from the fact she’s my world devastator’

The principal and a student stood out front waiting for you and your mother. She looked over you once more to make sure you were presentable.

“Where is your contact?” She gritted through a shining grin as the two of you walked towards the principal.

“I guess I forgot to put it in this morning.” You lied.

“Y/n we talked about this. Perfection is key in this family and that eye of yours makes you a freak.” That stupid grin stayed plastered on her face. She dug her nails into your shoulders in a way that to others it looked like she was just holding her arm around your shoulders. “Chin up and smile sweetie.” Poison dripped from her words and it sent chills down your spin. You quickly straighten yourself up and moved you bang in front of your ‘freak eye’.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again Mrs. Y/Ln.” The principal greeted.

“Thank you, it is wonderful to see you again.” She softened her grip on your shoulder. You waved to the principal with a smile.

“Well, if you have the time there is a few things I need to speak with you about. However, Miss Y/n you can go with this her on a tour of the school, and once your done follow your class schedule.” He gestured to the young lady next to him whi just like you had blonde hair. You looked to your mother as if to ask permission to go and she nodded. With that, you and the nervous, fellow blonde-haired girl left.

The silence between you is deafening but you were trying to focus on setting up your happy bubbly mask. Other than tour related things the walk was pretty quiet. It wasn’t until the lunch bell rang she finally talked to you.

“So what’s your name?” She spoke and moved so awkwardly but it was cute.

“Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you!” You smiled and threw in a giggle to top it off. The bright energy appeared to startle the girl. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

“No no, don’t worry about it. Honestly, I should be used to it by now.” She waved her arms dismissively. An orange-haired boy came bounding up behind the nervous blonde girl.

“Yachi!!” He practically shouted which caused the poor girl to jump. Something like the squeak of a mouse is what came out of her mouth before words fumbled their way out.

“Hi-Hinata! You, you c-can’t come up behind me like that.” It seemed like she was trying to scold but her face was just so innocent and cute it was hard to take her seriously. The bright bouncing boy proceeded to apologize profusely with over-exaggerated bows.

“Oi! You left me behind you idiot!” a new voice came from around the corner. A tall dark-haired young man who was clearly irritated sipped on a milk carton. Shortly after smacking his friend’s head his eyes land on you. They appear to soften yet stayed intense, like a dull blade gently poking at you.

“Kageyama, you’re so mean! If you weren’t so slow maybe I wouldn’t leave you behind!” the Tangerine boy barked which quickly pulled the tall boy’s attention from you.

“Yeah right, idiot! You’re the slow one! Leaving the room without saying where you were going doesn’t count!”

“Oh yeah!? Well if you weren’t so preoccupied with having to get your precious milk maybe you would have been able to follow me!”

“At least I drink milk! You look like you haven’t had a single drop in your life, shorty!”

“Milkhead!”

For a moment the tenseness in your body left as you watched the two boys bicker. The blonde girl who was previously called ‘Yachi’ tried to ease the situation but it was like she was a ghost. It was the last insult that made you break into giggles. Immediately the boys stopped and stared.

“Oh please, continue. Don’t mind me. I just thought it was cute watching you two bicker.” you waved your hand dismissively and grinned.

“Oh, right. You guys this is the new student I had to show around. This is why I said I couldn’t help you two with homework today.” The blonde girl recalled. You stuck out for either of the boys to shake,

“Sallluuutations~ Y/n, Pleasure to meet you.”

“Shoyo Hinata!” The tangerine boy quickly and violently shook your hand.

“You sure do have a lot of energy, it goes with the brightness of your hair.” You quipped. Unfortunately, when you turned your attention to the tall boy, he didn’t shake your hand. Although the lights were on and his gaze was on you, it seemed nobody was home.

“Kageyama? Kageyamaaa~” Hinata attempted a knock at the door but no one answered, so Hinata rang the doorbell through hurdling his elbow into the tall boy’s arm. “Kageyama! It’s rude to just stare, say something!” he chided. It was cute to see Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Mysterious realize he was staring into your eyes. Without moving his attention from you he palmed his tangerine friend in the face with one hand and firmly gipped your hand while gently shaking it.

“Kageyama.” Short, sweet, simple. You giggled over his actions and gave him a genuine smile. A shimmering wave of light glazed over those intense oceans for eyes. Slowly your hands slipped away from each other and fell to their respective sides.

“I’m sure it’s going to be fun seeing you two in the halls.” You told the boys as the bell for lunch to end rang.

“Bye Yachi! Bye Y/n! See you tomorrow.” Hinata shouted while bounding away.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow… Y/n.” Kageyama hesitated like he wasn’t sure he really was going to see you again, or perhaps it was that he didn’t want to leave. Either way, it didn’t take long for his tangerine friend to get on his nerves again.

‘You…; I think the blondes are done; We’re all too cool for fun’

It was exhausting being so bubbly especially since it had been months since you put on this disposition mask.

'A nap would be nice right now’ you thought to yourself as you waited outside the boy’s gym. Yachi had accidentally left behind her notes and you remember how she talked about being the manager of the boy’s volleyball club. When you arrived it didn’t seem like anyone was in the gym so you assumed you had just arrived there before her somehow. The weight on your eyelids had grown heavier throughout the day, 'I’m sure a second won’t hurt..’ it didn’t take long for you to pass out on those steps.

’I go blue when I’ve had; A break at home to breathe’

Dreams of old friends were interrupted with gentle whispers and the feeling of being stared at.

“What should we do?”

“I don’t know what to do!”

“Well, we can’t just leave her here.”

“Kageyama what are you doing!?” the whisper yells came to a stop as your eyes fluttered open. Kneeling before you with a blank face, Kageyama gave a small wave.

“Hmm… Kageyama? Hinata? wh-where’s Yachi?” you rubbed your eye as you mumbled. Kageyama lent his hand to you and helped you to your feet.

“Yachi? what Do you mean?” Hinata scratched his head with an eyebrow lifted.

“She said she was the manager of the boys’ volleyball team and she left behind some notes in the class we shared… So I thought I’d catch her here at their practice, but when I walked in I didn’t see anyone,” you explained. Hinata furrowed his brows in confusion,

“You must have walked in while we were in the closet because we’ve been here the whole time. Right, Kageyama?” his tall friend nodded in agreement, “Also.. we didn’t have practice today. Kageyama and I came here to practice on our day off.”

“Here, that way you can know are volleyball schedule and not pass out on the steps again.” Kageyama handed you a piece of paper that neither you nor Hinata knew where it came from.

“Thank you, Kageyama. That’s very sw-” a glimpse of the setting sun glinted off a window of the gym. Fear quickly set in,

“How long have I been here?”

“Well if you’ve been there as long as we have been practicing I’d say a pretty long while.” Hinata chuckled. Knots tied themselves in your stomach. Your heart dropped when you realized that the eye that caught the glint should have been covered. You dropped your head and scrambled up your stuff.

“Ah, heh… Ah.. thank you for waking me. I-I have to go."

Before either boy had a chance to stop you, you hurry away. The same thought rattles around your brain repeatedly, getting louder each time.

'oh no, Oh no, Oh No, OH No, OH NO’ the stomach knots had knots and they flipped and turned. Your heartfelt like it was going to burst out of your chest. 'Faster, faster, I have to get home faster’ you chanted in your head wishing you could go fast enough you run back in time.

All those hurry'n'go feelings rushed out of your body the moment you made it to your front door. After a few deep breaths, you walked in as casually as you could.

"Ah. Y/n, sweetie, you’re home.” Your mother’s voice was strangely gentle and calm. “Did you enjoy your first day of school?” She asks, smiling ever so sweetly. A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead as you thought,

'Something’s not right… She’s so calm and I came home late.’

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Gain a few friends?”

“Yes, ma'am” she rose from her seat after you answered. It was terrifying how sweet she was being but perhaps you were overthinking it.

“Good. How about your after school piano lesson? How did that go?” You knew you forgot something you were supposed to do. You cracked a smile and lied,

“Good, I was able to show him what I already knew how to do and we discussed possible concert pieces.” That sickenly sweet smile stretched and curled wickedly,

“Oh Y/n you never cease to amaze me.” Your mind ran rampant

'But I never make her happy, WAIT-’ but it was too late. A firm hand swiftly backhanded you, the force of it nearly knocking you over.

“Did you really think you could lie to me!? Your female piano coach called me and said you had missed practice today!!” She hissed. You kept head down and your hands at your sides. You knew better than to try and hold where it hurt. She slammed her hands on the table while she spoke, “Did you spend it with those new friends you made? Huh!?” She quickly made her way to you and gripped your face with one hand, forcing you to meet her fiery gaze. “LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU BRAT! Did you or did you not spend your practice time with those new friends of yours?” Her roaring words were like nails on a chalkboard. You cursed your body for shaking.

“N-no, ma'am. I wanted to return these notes to the girl who showed me around today. She the, she’s the volleyball manager the boys a-and so I went to the gym. But when I went to the gym no one was there, I thought I just got there before her and so, and so, and so I sat outside the gym to wait for her. I accidentally dozed off, I didn’t even realize I had. I swear ma'am, I swear that’s what I did.” You fumbled out a trainwreck of a confession. She let go of your face and turned around without a single sound uttered.

A minute of unbearable silence passed between you two. You knew better but still, you dared to call her, “ma'am?”. She spins around with fury in her eye,

“That had better be the truth. You remember why we moved right? Right? Because you thought friends were more important than your education, piano practices, and Concerts. Don’t let that happen again. We’ve done it twice already and we’ll do it again. Understood?” You nod your head quickly. Your mother sighs, “go let your mut in and go to bed. No dinner for you tonight. Get out of my sight you mistake and miserable excuse for a human being" She waved her hand dismissively and you felt like you couldn’t have left quicker. Once you made it to your room with your dog, you broke. Tears poured furiously from your eyes. Your dog nuzzled his way under your arms to comfort you. A few hours of crying later and you finally had enough energy to move again. After giving your dog some reassuring pats you picked up Yachi’s notes. As you moved them to your desk a familiar piece of paper fell from notes. It was the paper Kageyama had given you. To your surprise and amusement, instead of a volleyball practice schedule, it was a phone number.

'Smooth, Kageyama, Smooth.’ You thought to yourself with your mouth curling up half a smile. You folded the paper back up and shoved it into your jacket pocket.

Normally you would have played on the keyboard to help calm you but you didn’t want to test your mother. So, you slipped off your shoes and socks before you grabbed your headphones. You opened your window and crawled onto the roof above it. The stars above clearly much happier than you twinkled brightly. The cool and fresh night air filled your lungs. There was just something different about the air at night. It made you want to breathe. You tiptoe away from the edge of the house so as not to tempt yourself and laid down on the rooftop. You took your phone and Kageyama’s number out.

[What a clever way to give a girl your number.] That half-smile reappeared on your face.

[Who is this?]

[Y/n silly. What do you give your number to strangers all day?]

[No]

[Didn’t think so.] Minutes passed as you stared at the stars above. [You don’t text much do you]

[It’s distracting when I have homework]

[Hmm, then how about this?] You called the number. The call must have surprised him because he almost missed the chance to answer.

"Why did you call?” The confusion in his voice was adorable. That half-smile stretching into a full one.

“Well this way you can respond faster and you don’t have to stop to type your answer out.” Your words were softly spoken to hide the croakiness.

“…fine.” Kageyama paused, “S-so.. are you in like the smart classes, like Yachi?”

And that’s how your friendship with Kageyama started.

Most of your nights the past three weeks had been staring at the stars and talking to Kageyama on the phone. During lunches, you would hang out with Yachi, Hinata, and Kageyama and help tutor them. Eventually, you managed to convince your mom to let you “study” with Yachi when finished with the piano practice since the boys would, without fail, still be practicing. Today you woke up on the roof next to your phone still on the call with Kageyama. An ache ran over your back as you sat up. The sun, just barely poking its head above the horizon line, painted the sky with purple, pink, and scarlet clouds. It took your breath away. You took a picture but the phone could never do justice to what you saw in person. The sudden urge to play the piano took over like strings on a puppet and guided you back into the house. Even though you had a keyboard in your room and the grand piano in the living room the imaginary strings around your wrists pulled you to the school. With uniform on, and food in your system you were ready to go. Your back still hated you but it was worth the amazing sleep you had gotten. By the time those strings were pulling you out the door, half the sky had been overtaken by a soft field of clouds.

'Too bad it looked like it was going to be sunny all day.’ you shrugged it off.

To your surprise, Kageyama and Hinata were arriving at the same time you were.

“Y/n!!!” The bright hair boy shouted upon seeing you. You smiled and skipped over to them.

“Good Morning boys~” your voice rose and dipped like a melody at the tip of your tongue.

“Y/n, what are you doing here early? Do you have piano practice in the mornings now?” Kageyama raised an eyebrow in confusion. The three of you continued to walk with you following them. You shook your head and giggled,

“I should be asking you the same thing, Kageyama. You two are here awfully early.”

He looked at you as if you were stupid.

“Kageyama and I like to practice in the morning. Tanaka usually unlocks the gym for us but it looks like he’s late today.” Hinata interjected. Kageyama ignored his short friend,

“You didn’t answer my first question.”

“Nothing slips past you does it?” You jokingly elbowed him, “I don’t know, I guess I just really wanted to get some morning practice in too.” your fingers twitched, your body itching to be in front of those black and white keys that bring meaning to your existence.

“Do you mind if we join since it looks like we aren’t practicing?” his request threw you off, a fellow student wanted to hear you play? No, you couldn’t. Could you?

“Kageyama I think you broke them.” Hinata waved his hand in front of your unblinking eyes. Suddenly you jump up taking a hold of Kageyama’s hand in both of yours,

“Of course you can! Mother says the only ones who should hear me play is those who pay, but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her.” you tugged him forward as you turned to walk into the school.

You regretted moving so awkwardly as aches immediately hit your back.

“Agh… I do not suggest falling asleep on your roof.” you joke pausing for a moment to arch your back in an attempt to pop your back.

“You what!? Did you really fall asleep on your roof talking to me!?” Kageyama slipped his hand out of yours. You giggled and scratched the back of your neck,

“Maybe?” His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over one another.

“You were on the phone all night together?” Hinata chuckled, “when did you give Kags your number?” Those piercing eyes moved their gaze to the tangerine boy. Hinata jumped back with arms up defensively.

“For your information, I gave her my number.” Red lightly adorned the tall boy’s cheeks.

A smirk tugged at your lips. You stood on the very tips of your toes and wrapped your arm around Kageyama,

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your jealous Pibsquek.” You teased, “wouldn’t you agree, Kageyama?” His lips formed a smirk as he chuckled and nodded in agreement. You enjoyed running from the raging Hinata, dragging Kageyama with you. It didn’t take long to reach the piano room since it was close to the gym. You took your seat at the piano while Kageyama kept Hinata off you. Their bickering was quickly silence by the dulcent melody of Bach floating through their ears. You hands worked the keys and moved as if they were light as feathers.

“Prelude in C… major” Kageyama muttered while listening.

“Wooow~” Hinata purred in awe. The two were enraptured by the music. “You’re amaz-"

"Shh” Kageyama lifts his finger to his lips so that the only sound was the beauty your hands were making.

Kageyama thanked you for the song and dragged Hinata off to class. It was nice playing what you wanted for who you wanted for once. The song may have been overplayed amongst pianists but the simplicity of playing from memory filled you with joy. The energy from getting a good night’s sleep, relieving the itch to play, and getting the chance to have your friends see you play left you more bubbly than ever. Your fingers itched to play again for ears of your choice. Disobeying your mom in a subtle way that had low risk of her finding out was exciting to say the least. You happily skipped through the day. During lunch Yachi had noted how giggly and more talkative you were today. The boys agreed with her but quickly returned to their tutor work. It seemed like the day flew by.

'Is this what people mean by time flies by when you’re having fun?’ You pondered whilst making your way to the practice room.

Through the window you could see that the clouds have overtaken the sky, however, your smile did not falter. Your piano coach requested to meet you through facetime to avoid driving through a possible storm.

'How silly, it’s not going to rain, let alone storm.’ You shook your head chuckling to yourself, 'there maybe clouds in the sky but it does not mean rain will fall from them.’ You were horribly mistaken. In the middle of the second movement of Moonlight Sonata when violent thunder erupted from outside the school. You jumped at the sound and played a note wrong but quickly went back to playing.

“Y/n. Y/N!” Your coach screamed through the phone. “I’m going to call it good. You are playing beautifully and are completely concert ready. Please go home and get some rest.” She told you once you paused your playing. You thanked her and ended the call. The second the call ended lighting struck nearby. The sudden light, uproarious sound, and shaking of the ground sent violent shivers down you spine. A loud shriek escaped your lips.

'Just play… play louder than the storm.’ You reassured yourself. Passionate and fear powered key strokes played a melody that rang out through the halls of the school. Visiously fighting back the sounds of thunder and lightning with the reverberant melody of Moonlight sonata the third movement. By the end of the song you were left huffing and puffing. Another loud and bright lightning strike hits a powerline just outside the school causing the lights to go out. Once again you shriek. Your body crumpled and crawled under the piano. Shoulder, arms, legs, you name it it’s shaking. Quiet sobs and tears escaped. Your body flinched with ever flash of light.

It felt like hours before anyone had noticed you in that room but really only a few minutes had passed by.

“Y/n! Y/n!!” A familiar voice urged. You didn’t budge. Just as quick as You could hear things being moved around it stopped. Gentle hands wrapped a jacket around your balled up form and pulled you closer to who ever the familiar voice belonged to. The arms hesitated to pull your balled up form into an embrace. “It’s Kageyama. Don’t freak out.” The familiar voice whispered. Soon enough you felt his arms lift you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. Another loud clash and rumble of thunder echoes through the halls. You yipped and tightened your wrap around Kageyama. With one arm underneath you for support his free hand gently stroked your hair. It was as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch you. “Daichi, can you get her bag?” Kageyama asked someone else in the room. You did not dare to open your eyes les face the lightning with your bare eyes. Soon enough the three of you were in the gym.

“Daichi, Kageyama!! Did you see the big lightning!? That was scary, the way it took out the power pole. It went BOOSH!!” This voice was pretty easy to identify, Hinata.

“Hinata you idiot! Shut up!!” Kageyama hushed while trying not to yell in your ear. Two gasps with steps coming close quickly followed.

“Is that Y/n?” A gentle female voice that you presumed was Yachi.

“Is Y/n okay!?” Hinata whined.

“She’s fine! Would you two back off, give her space jeez.” Kageyama chided the two for hovering. A few other familiar voices spoke while Kageyama sat down. He his arms wrapped around you letting you just relax.

“It’s coming down pretty hard out there and when Kageyama and I check inside there wasn’t anybody there."

"Well we can stay here for a little bit. I’m sure it’ll clear up in a little bit.”

“Daichi you lied, There was somebody. Kageyama’s girlllfriend~.”

“We’re just friends!”

“Semantics Tsukishima. It’s not what important right now.”

“Your captain has a point. You all need to make calls to your parents and get rides home if it doesn’t lighten up within the next two hours” the other people in the room conversed. Their voices slowly faded away as you began to fall under sheep’s control. After the storm eased up you woke from your slumber. You returned Kageyama’s jacket and left once your mother arrived. You managed to send a tired thank you text before passing out on your bed.

*¾ of the school year later*

’I used to crave a getaway; Now I don’t wanna leave’

Over the year, you and Kageyama had gotten closer but had no time to hang out outside of school due to your mother. Still you enjoyed watching the boys practice and even volunteering to help when Kageyama and Hinata would stay after. Unfortunately, the past two nights the boys had practiced pretty late into the evening. This was only because you fell asleep when everyone was there and no one bothered to wake you. By this point, it was pretty normal for you to study for half the practice and take a nap during the other half. The sound of scuffling feet on the wood and the pounding of the ball against arms and the floor would normally frighten you, reminding you of thrown items at walls. Yet here it was weirdly soothing. Both nights you had failed to study at all during the practice. Your mother of course never failed to remind you of the upcoming three back to backtests. You knew you should have stayed home those days instead of going to volleyball practice but it was so peaceful away from mother, you couldn’t help it.

It was roughly two in the morning when you woke up. Freaking out over not studying you bolted out of bed to your desk. Much like the boys’ volleyball practice, time flew by. Before you knew it the alarm to wake you pierced your ears. You of course had to take a moment to calm yourself after the startling noise.

'Damn’ you cursed as you got ready for the day. Needless to say, the walk to school felt like walking to your personal noose.

'God… I’m so tired..’ sleep stilled hovered over you like a ghost with unfinished business. You were used to feeling tired but it had been a while since the feeling was so strong. It seems everyone else could see you struggling too.

“Good morning Y/n! Oh.. are you okay?” Yachi greeted you. Just barely managing to give her half of a smile,

“Of course! Wh-why wouldn’t I be?” You tried but even someone half-deaf could hear the tired hidden behind the bubbly front you put up.

“Probably because you fell asleep during all of practice and my guess is you woke up in the middle of the night freaked out about the tests and couldn’t go back to sleep,” Kageyama stated as he arrived with Hinata.

“How do you know about the tests?” You raised a brow.

“Yachi has been talking about them during lunch,” He explained wide awake. You, on the other hand, were fighting the urge to pass out,

“Oh.. right.”

“Here.” He handed you an orange-flavored juice box. Without a second thought, you took it. “We should get to class Hinata. Good luck.” He patted your head and left with the hyper boy.

You sipped from the juice as you fought to keep your eyes open. You pursued your lips and scratched your head. The page looked like hieroglyphics at this point. You would have to read a question repeatedly before finally registering what it said.

'Why are there letters in math.. isn’t math hard enough already'

'Wait what is seven plus two? OH COME ON THAT’S THE BABY STUFF HOW CAN I FORGET THAT!?’

'Who writes this stuff!? What kind of grammar is that!?’

'This is so dumb.. wait… did I miss a question? Damn now my answers are all off by one!’

'That can’t be grammatically correct… can it?’

'That.. that can’t be lab safe.’

'Wait did that say what I think it said?’ Frustrated thoughts circled your brain. Even problems that you normally don’t have to put any thought into were irritating. Thus you were stuck in a loop of getting frustrated, knowing that getting frustrated won’t help, getting frustrated at getting frustrated.

The lunch bell was like angels singing. The sweet release from daunting tests. Sleep had backed off, now hovered in the shadows. You figured it was thanks to the orange juice Kageyama gave you.

“Hey Y/n, why don’t we go outside for lunch today?” Yachi offered, you nodded and followed absent-mindedly. Soon enough Hinata joined the two of you on the way outside. Unsurprisingly Kageyama was found getting milk from the vending machine. The boys make conversation with Yachi while you occasionally nod your head like you’re paying attention. Eventually the boys sat on the ground leading to you and Yachi following suit. You practically stumble to the ground as you plan yourself behind Kageyama and lean you back against his. He turns slightly,

“Mm-mmm, don’t move.” You begged just wanting to rest. The trio continued with their conversation. When it neared time for the bell to ring the trio worried you had passed out.

“Is she asleep?” You weren’t, you just didn’t have the energy to move. You shook your head.

“Y/n?” They called. You groaned knowing you had to move soon. This must have alarmed or worried Kageyama because he turned. With the support removed and lack of energy you fell bracing for the worse. Fortunately whatever you landed on was soft and very clearly not the hard ground.

“Kageyama! Be careful!” Hinata’s and Yachi’s voices wavered. Come to find out, the landing pad was Kageyama’s legs. The bell rang out and you sat up. You stretched as you yawned.

“Thank you for letting me use you for support Kags.” Kageyama nodded. It seemed he was at a loss for words. You staggered your way to your feet and went class.

The day crept by ever so slowly but it did eventually end. The last thing you could remember before waking up was watching the boys practice. You couldn’t remember falling asleep let alone bringing something to cover you like a blanket and yet you woke up with something over you. At first, you weren’t sure what was covering you but it was warm so you pulled it tighter around you.

“You do it, I’m not gonna do it.”

“What? why me!?”

“You’re closer to her, plus it’s your jacket on her. It’s almost like she’s your girlfriend~”

“She’s not- agh.. she’s not my girlfriend!”

“Yeah but you wish she was!”

“Dumbass… I’ll get you back for this, Hinata” you heard the boys bickered in whispers but you didn’t open your eyes. You felt arms slip under you and lift you up.

“Kageyamaaa! What are you doing!?"

"Shhh, Hinata you idiot. You’re going to wake her.”

“Isn’t that what you were supposed to be doing!?”

“I decided not to. I’ll wake her when we’re almost at her house. You should go, she isn’t far from the school but it’s the opposite way from our route.” They continue to fight in hushed voices.

When you finally found the strength to open the cement walls that were your eyelids it was just you and Kageyama.

'Damn… I passed out again.’ was the first thought to cross your mind. Kageyama’s eyes drop down to yours,

“You’re awake.” You nodded your head. “Then we can pick up where we left off on our last call, right?” He suggested.

“I suppose so.” You mumbled.

“Why do you avoid talking about why you moved here? The subject of moving seems to disturb you in general, does it perhaps have to do with some of the things your parents have done?”

“Hm? Moving?” You hummed a little, “my parents use it as punishment when I go out ov-line, like choosing friends-over piano. Mmm-summers usually went somethin like this,” some words melded together in this tired state. “I was stuck at home for some months; I didn’t love myself; Before we sold-out shows; Before I needed help…. Kageyama?”

“Yes Y/n?”

“I don’t think I deserve to have friends… but you make me-fell good and not ver-tired all th-time. Promise I won’t loose you?"

"I promise”

“Good then never say goodbye 'cause goodbye means leaving and leaving means forgetting…” you finished that and mumbled nonsense as sleep took hold of you once more.

Your eyes flutter open and land on the clock.

'Ten minuets till I have to get up… better than waking up late’ you figured and stretched yourself awake. Aside from being tired your morning went similar to yesterday. You met up with Yachi and Kageyama showed up with an orange juice box. The worry of having to face the scores of your tests was the debby-downer of the day. In fact you were so worried that you hadn’t caught Kageyama talking about being offered dinner last night after dropping you off. While in your first class and sipping your juice, you replayed the morning in your head. It wasn’t until you were halfway through class that it hit you,

'WAIT DINNER!? SHE ASKED HIM TO STAY FOR DINNER!?’. Your mind was racing wondering what your mother could have possibly been planning. 'What did she say to him? Oh god.. what did he say to her? He knows a lot now and he wasn’t happy to hear it. I doubt anyone would but oh god… why dinner!?’ You racked your brain for answers but there were just too many possibilities. It certainly didn’t help to find out all three tests came out as high C’s. You tried your darndest to focus in class but would inevitably end up stuck on the same thought, 'what happened last night’.

The lunch bell was like the starting shot to a horse race. You ran from your classroom to the vending machine by the gym. As usual, Kageyama had just arrived to get his milk. Your mind was running rampant with new possibilities and scenarios it was impossible to mask how you were feeling.

’I never wanted to be thinking this loud; I never asked about the when, why or how; I wanted privacy, routine and everything between; While they’re just finding me out; I never wanted to be thinking this loud'

The moment he looked at you, you sprinted at him. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into an embrace as you two fell to the ground.

“Y- Y/N you are being so weird today!!” He groaned.

“I- I… why did she ask you two stay for dinner, Kageyama? What happened last night!?” You voice wobbled and your whole body shook. Kageyama sighed, wrapped a supporting arm around you, and sat the both of you up.

“Is that why you are acting strange?” You didn’t speak, just squeezed him once. “She invited me for dinner and a ride home. It felt rude to decline so I took up the offer. We talked about how I’m your best friend and how Yachi and Hinata are friends as well.”

“And..?”

“Upon my asking, she told me about how your family for generations the firstborn was always male and always played the piano. You really are the outcast… but that’s okay because that’s something you and Karasuno have in common. We’re the underdogs too.”

“You’re getting off track again”

“..listen all we did was talk. She got to know about me and volleyball. I got to know a little bit about your family.” You pulled away from the hug,

“She didn’t try to threaten you? Or-or tell you to stay away from me? Oh dear” you gasp, “she didn’t try to hurt you at all did she?” He gently held your face in both of his hands and stared into your eyes.

“I don’t lie, especially not to you Y/n. I find it useless. So believe me when I say nothing happened. I brought you home, set you in your bed, discussed meaningless things over dinner, and went home.” You wanted to believe that honeyed voice of his but the bad feeling in your stomach told you not to. It was clear that pressing him for answers wasn’t going to work so you gave up. You gave him a quick hug and helped each other up. The two of you joined your friends for the rest of the lunch like nothing had happened.

The moment the last bell rang you stormed your way home. You skipped piano practice, you needed answers and Kageyama wasn’t giving them. Your mother sat at the kitchen table with some paperwork. She didn’t even bother to look at you,

“Skipping piano practice? Bold move. Although, I’m not sure I can say I’m surprised given your recent actions." An irritated sigh slipped from her clenched jaw.

"Why did you invite him to dinner last night?” When met with silence you clenched your fist. Anger danced about your fear ridden body. As furious as you were standing up to your mother was still terrifying. “Answer me!” You barked.

“Do you know what you got on your tests? The ones I so kindly reminded you about all week.”

“You’re avoiding my question” Mother snapped her piercing gaze up to yours leaving you frozen.

“How about I am your mother and I’ll decide where this conversation goes. So tell me do you know what you got on your tests?” She hissed.

“…High C’s ma'am” though you hesitated your gaze did not drop from hers.

“High or low, you know the rules. If you want the privilege of friends nothing can be below a high B.” Her eyes dropped back to the papers.

“I-.."

"As for the Toby Kagnam boy or whatever his name was, I want you to stay away from him. You have no use for dating relationships let alone the time for them. This next week I want you to come straight home and start packing. Our concert will be in Tokyo, and then we are leaving for England.” Your gaze cascaded to the floor as she spoke. You clenched your jaw and your balled up fists began to shake. You furrowed your brows.

“Your concert…” you muttered.

“What was that?” Your mother once again hissed. Her brows raised and eyes widened when met with the fire held behind your eyes.

“It’s your concert. I didn’t choose to do this concert or this music. All of the profit our family receives from the concert goes to you!” You argued. An eery scowl formed on your mother’s face. You narrowed your flaming arrows for eyes. “You set these insane expectations for me and when I don’t meet them you put in extreme punishments! You have moved me three times because you’re paranoid that if I get too close to people their going to see what a terrible mother I have.” Your arms flew about wildly much like the lid on your emotions. “You insult and degrade me constantly and still expect me to respect and listen to you! You make everything sound like it’s for the better of the family but really it’s all about you” adrenaline pumped through your body.

’I guess the blondes are done with fun’ You thought while you paused.

“It doesn’t matter what you do to me as long as it’s all about you.” You growled as the sound of your mother’s grinding teeth got louder.

’I think the blondes are done; we’re all too cool for fun’ You marched closer to the table, “and that boy” you sneered “is named Tobio Kageyama. He is the closest friend I’ve made here, and honestly I wish he was my boyfriend. 'Cause he is sweet, accepts me for who I am and what I look like, and cares for me a hell of a lot more than you ever have or tried to. But you probably know that since you asked him to stay for dinner. He probably said some stuff you didn’t like and that’s why you want to move and for me to stay away from him.” The fiery arrows behind your eyes shot through your mother’s soul as molten poisonous hatred dripped from you words.

"Get out.“ Your mother hissed but you stood your ground. She slammed her fists on the table, "Get out of this house now!” She swiped all the papers infront of her off the table. You scoffed before turning around

“Can’t even swallow your pride and come up with an apology.” Upon reaching the doorway a mug crashes against the wall next to you. In fear of being in the face by the next thing thrown you didn’t look back while exiting. You slam the door behind you and stormed off to highschool.

Luckily for you the boys we’re still practicing. You sat in you normal spot and watched. Later when it was just Hinata, Kageyama, and you they offered for you to join.

“You look like you need to let off steam and practice always helps Kageyama and I” Hinata explained so you shrugged and figured why not. After teaching you how to properly spike, Hinata stepped back and let Kageyama set. Although it wasn’t Hinata powerful, your spikes weren’t that bad. An hour of practicing with the boys they call it quits. You sighed,

“I suppose this means I need to go home now.” Kageyama’s eyebrows slanted up and furrowed together as worry glazed over his ocean eyes. The brows relaxed and sparkles sat atop his worry ridden eyes.

“You can hang out with me. I’m sure my mom will be fine with driving you home when you want to go."

"Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” He extended his hand out to you, “so?” You stare at his hand for a moment. What you wanted was clear in your head but whether or not it was what you should do was foggy. With a small smile you took his hand and walked with him.

“Fine. She doesn’t want me home right now anyways” You squeezed his hand lightly. Hinata furrowed his brows,

“What do you mean?” Kageyama raised his hand like he was going to smack the tangerine boy.

“It’s fine Kags. My mom and I just fought and she needs time to cool off that’s all.” You reassured the poor boy. For most of the walk Hinata did all the talking. It wasn’t until Hinata was gone that you and Kageyama actually decided to talk.

"How do you practice everyday like that and not get tired.“ You whined.

"I suppose my love for volleyball helps.” He shrugged. You laughed and he arched an eyebrow.

“Through the power of love and friendship you shall overcome this fatigue!” You teased. He narrowed his eyes and picked you up and twirled around.

“Ah no!” You giggle, “put me down. I take it back, I take it back!” He set you down and joined your laughter. For a moment the world disappeared. There was nothing but you, Kageyama, and this moment you were sharing. After the two of you finished you laugh he lifted your chin. Waves butterflies fluttered in your stomach when met with a genuine smile and caring eyes.

“I was worried I couldn’t make you smile,” his hand slipped back to his side. “I know you will tell me what happened when you’re ready but I want you to remember that I’m here for you. I know I’m not very good at this whole shoulder to cry on thing but I want to be for you.” He confessed. Those butterflies quickly turned to crows. Your insides twisted and churned as the crows tried to scratch their way out.

“I-.. I don’t know what to say Kags,” you turned your face away and rubbed the back of your neck.

'What have I done.. I- I got too close…’ you cursed in your head. May god smite you before he ever sees the shame on your face from being afraid. The world snapped back into place around you. Kageyama quickly took your hand into his and began to walk. He gave your hand a squeeze,

“I-It’s oak- oaky- aye-… okay. You don’t have to say anything.” The worry in his voice killed you.

'I’m such an idiot.’ Your thoughts were engulfed by your mother’s voice going on about how she was right and how you’ll do nothing but hurt those around you.

Ruff, Ruff-Ruff. Hearty barks came from ahead you. To your surprise there sat, with a waging tail, your dog.

“KARMA! What are you doing here sweetness!?” You exclaimed as you hand slipped out of Kageyama’s. The two of you ran to the dogs side.

“This is your dog?” Kageyama pet the pretty pooch. You nodded your head as you furiously dialed your mother’s number.

“Yeah. Karma couldn’t have gotten out on her own though. Can you watch her? I’m not going anywhere but I don’t want to loose her while I’m on the phone.” You waited for you mom to answer.

“What do you want pest?” She sneered upon answering.

“You let Karma out!? You know how dangerous that is!!”

“Come home. We’re leaving tonight.” Fury coursed through you body,

“No! I’m going to stay here, I’m sure Kageyama’s family can lend an extra room for a while.”

“Strike one. If you don’t come home I will send her to the pound labeled as agressive”

“You can’t do that! Even if you did they’d see she was a sweet and kind dog long before a bad family tried to adopt her.”

“Strike two. Y/n, I’m getting impatient. Here’s what’s going to happen if you don’t come home, first I’m going to call the cops and tell them you ran away and that I know where your at. Then I’m going to claim that you are in danger due to a deranged stray mutt stalking the streets.” Your guts twisted and flipped with every new detail. “When I find you I’m going to charge Kageyama’s family with kidnapping-”

“You can’t do that!”

“YES! I CAN! By law I can charge them with kidnapping even though you went to them willingly. Finally when I tell them I found you I will approach you in an agressive way and one of two things will happen. Karma is such a good little pest that she wont be able to help protecting you. So, one she bites me or two you go to stop her and she bites you by accident. Either way that mutt will get put down for biting.” Your heart dropped and hopelessness set it. What could you do? She had you wrapped around her finger at this point. “Now we wouldn’t want to ruin you boy toy’s or that runt you call dog’s life, would we?” Tears formed in your eyes. You guts untwisted and faded from existence leaving an empty hole inside of you.

“N-no.. no ma'am.” Is all you could mutter. A chilling chuckle came from the other end of the call.

“Come home.”

“Yes ma'am,” the phone call ended.

’No plastic or paper can take her or make her; Shake from the fact she’s my world devastator’

"Y/n?“ Kageyama walked to your side and Karma nudged your hand.

"I… have to go.” You didn’t even have the energy to lift your head or look at him. You walked away with Karma and Kageyama following you.

“Y/n you can’t be serious. What did she say. I’m sure we can prove what she does to you. Y/n! Are you even listening. You can’t give up! We can find a way!!!” He begged and persisted. It hurt to ignore, but this was going to hurt more.

“SHUT UP TOBIO!” You screamed, “Just give it a rest! There isn’t anything anyone can do, especially you! So just leave me alone and forget about me!” Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Y-Y/n..” it hurt to hear and see the pain in him.

“I shouldn’t have gotten so close to you.. my mother was right, I will always hurt those closest to me. You are the only person I love and the best thing that’s happened to me. You will find someone better than me and that’s a good thing because… I have to go.” Your chest felt like it was going collapse on itself. You almost couldn’t say it but you knew you had to,

“G-… goodbye Tobio Kageyama." You spun around and walked away.

’You… I think the blondes are done; We’re all too cool for fun’

~The End~

#tw: abusive parent #tw abuse #cw abuse #cw abusive parent #tw abusive parent #tw threats #cw threats #tw verbal assault #cw verbal assault #tw manipulation #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader

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timelesstheory · 4 years ago

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Rewrote a story basically

I’ll put it under read more, but yeah. Original got a lot of instagram likes, but it was too short and not detailed enough for me (which is due to comment limit unfortunately). So... here’s the rewrite. I hate it, but hope you enjoy it.

Prompt: Man and his wife meet at the pearly gates after they’re both killed in an accident. To enter, both must confess any lies they told each other. St. Peter hands the man a stack of books, filled with the lies he told. To the women, he gives a small piece of paper with just four words written on it.

It had happened suddenly. One moment the couple were in a vehicle, about to collide with another car. In the next, they were in front of a gorgeous gate made of shimmering pearl. An old bearded man had stood nearby, explaining what must be done, and handed them their lies. The man, a stack of them. The woman, just a small slip of paper.

The husband and wife simply gazed at each other for a moment. Neither wished to be the first to start. Of course they didn’t want to. The silence clung between them, before the women finally decided that yes, she’s definitely not going first. Instead, she cleared her throat and motioned for the other to start. He hesitated before beginning with the top book.

Rough fingers carefully opened the book. When reading through, the lies here were very general ones. Small, white lies. Things like letting the dog out, or how he’ll only play one more round in his video game. “One last beer,” was a popular sentence, repeating for quite a few lines. They both actually giggled at that, amused by his want for another drink rather frequently. But, there was nothing that necessarily caused the women to care. She only suspected it to happen later. Upon finishing the first book, he gently put it down on the ground by him. The second book was not nearly as thick, luckily. With a small cough, the man started reading once more. This one seemed to be filled with lies related to friends, work, coworkers, things similar to that regard. “I’ll be home soon,” popped up a few times. After the last time it comes up, he pauses. His eyes glance up to his wife. The expression held was of nothing but a certain curiosity, eyebrow raised and a motion to continue. Looking back down, he followed this command. “I was only temporarily suspended from work, we’ll be fine.” The woman nodded, having already known this one. They both remembered this moment specifically. What had actually happened was termination, but he was lucky that a new job fell onto his lap soon after.

It continued on with more things the woman was aware of. But once it hit a specific point, her suspensions from a previous life began to creep up. Things like how he’s going out with friends tonight, or how he’ll be home soon. He was almost never home in time when that was said. She internalized this feeling though, keeping a blank face as he kept going.

Finally, the book was through. The man stared at his wife for a second, trying to read her. There was nothing he could find, and so, delicately placed this book on top of the other one on the ground. With a deep breath, he looked at the final book. Fairly thin, even more so than the previous one. When opening it, it was immediate what this would be about. Family and relationships.

Beginning this section of lies, the woman immediately felt a pinch of anxiety in her heart. She took a quick glance at her paper while the husband was too busy prattling on about matters with his parents, and her heart sank. But once again, she showed nothing to give this away. Not now, not yet. She first needed to know if her suspicions were correct, tuning in to his words. I

t never came. The family matters were mostly unimportant, and there was nothing about outside relationships. Only things concerning their own, once it got there. Some of them hit the man hard, remembering his horrible words when arguments broke out.

“I don’t want you here right now.”

“I hate that you pretend to care when I know you don’t!”

“You’re more annoying than my boss.”

“Go find someone else!”

Every sentence caused him to cringe, to the point tears welled up. While these personally affected him, the wife was more surprised at what did not pop up. Apparently, he never was cheating. Never did. A truly faithful man. Another glance to her slip, and the panic really set in. It was noticeable now, but the husband currently wasn’t paying attention. He wanted this done, and so he resumed his reading aloud.

But this last page was not pleasant for either of them. The lies were from his perspective of the relationship, where it really began to strain. Many had to do with starting a family, or perspective on where they were heading together in life.

“I’m okay with waiting, then.”

“My parents don’t care that it’s still just us two.”

“I don’t want to get married right now either.”

More similar things, until the very last paragraph of lies. It froze the mans veins. This was a recent argument, a memory very sore and deep within his mind. He didn’t want to look at his wife. Instead of reading it, he simply asked something. “Do you remember our recent argument?”

The woman hesitated, replying with a very shaky voice. “Yes.” This caught his attention now, finally deciding to peek up. She was sweating, clearly shaken. But it wasn’t too surprising, he supposed. That was quite a fight for both of them. The memory replayed briefly in his mind.

It was late in the night once more, the husband quietly coming home. She was already waiting however, and once they made eye contact, immediately started her accusations. There were demands wanting to know why he’s always late, where he’s been, and what other woman he was seeing. But it was nothing like that, defending himself as best as he could. Then, he pulled some sort of trigger. Something that stewed within him for a while. He wanted answers, too. So, he asked. “Do you even want a family?”

“Not right now, no!”

“Why?”

“It’s not the right time for us.”

“When will it be? Never? Two months from now? Two more years? When, Mary?”

“I… I don’t know! Why are you even bringing this up? How is this--”

The man had let out something akin to a growl, interrupting her. “Because, Mary! I love you, but I’ve been patient! I work long hours, I’m tired ALL the time. And instead of love and affection, I come home to hostility and distance. So tell me! Do you even love me? What do you want? Anything anymore?”

The woman hesitated, bringing a hand to her chest. A tear threatened to fall from her eye, instead gritting her teeth and pushing back against it. “How am I supposed to know you’re actually working late, Jonathan? I hate being alone all the time, and I want you! I want YOU right now! But this feels like a one sided relationship, like you’re seeking someone else out. And… and I just can’t think about children right now.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to, they aren’t--”

“Bullshit! What is it really?”

At this point, he snapped out of these thoughts. The final lie. The one that really tore him apart when the words had slipped out. With a gulp, the cursed sentence once again dripped out from his lips.

“I didn’t want a child anyway. I just wanted to hear something truthful from you.”

It was done. The cry swelled up, and tears streamed down his cheeks. The book was dropped with a loud thud, and his eyes were now glued to the wife. She, too, had started weeping. But this appeared… different. Panicky, with heavy breathing. A very nervous disposition. The paper was crumbled in her fingers, an iron grip holding it tight. The man grew concerned, wiping the tears from his face. “Mary…?” He whispered gently, approaching now. She held her free hand out at him, causing a halt in pace. And then, she crumpled to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. He kneeled next to her, stroking her hair and comforting her as he’s done times before.

Once the episode was over, the two stood up and faced each other again. The woman shakily opened her paper back up, still sniveling quietly. The black ink glared at her, boring the horrid words into her soul. She knew that all the lies he told, now fully known, were not nearly as hurtful as hers. The one lie uttered in all of the relationship. One in panic. In desperation to let the topic go. In every vile way, to sling whatever emotion back at him. The final lie he told, in response to her single one.

She gazed at her husband now. Ceasing her sniffling, she gulped. Then, the reveal tumbled out.

“I can’t get pregnant.”

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jamaisjoons · 6 years ago

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intro: her IV ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 7k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: some clichés, tooth rotting fluff, like no serious, this shit is so cute and wholesome I want to write 20k of angst, perhaps second hand embarrassment? but no, this chapter is hella tame

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hello children, the much awaited intro: her chapter four is here!!! sorry it took me a while, I kind of hit writers block elfnkfk but anyway, here it is! hope you enjoy it.

⏤ Rewritten as of 25/02/2020

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Chapter 4: The Picnic

It’s 10am on a Saturday when you’re woken up by your phone ringing on the bedside beside you. You let out a tired groan before blindly feeling around for said mobile device. When your hands finally hit the cold metal of your phone, you grab it and open your eyes slightly. A groan of protest escapes your mouth at the bright light, and squinting you check the caller; ‘Kim Namjoon’ the ID reads. With a slight frown, you swipe the green answer button, pressing your phone to your ear.

“Hello?” you ask, voice heavily laden with sleep and slightly croaky. You can hear the boys faintly in the background, and a squeaky voice you recognise as Jungkook’s pestering his father to ‘ask her! Ask her!’.

“Hey ____? Did I just wake you up? I’m so sorry,” Namjoon begins, deep voice apologizingly profusely. You shake your head, before realising he can’t see you, making you clear your throat instead.

“No, it’s okay. Did you need something?” you ask, sitting up in bed as you rub the sleep out of your eyes. In the corner of the room you hear a small whine before your adorable, white fluff of a Samoyed jumps onto the bed, nuzzling into your neck. You scratch his ears, bidding him awake before focusing on your conversation again.

“Oh no! It’s just, we’re having a picnic today at Yoongi’s and the boys were wondering if you wanted to join us? I’m sorry for waking you up, but if you want to go back to sleep it’s fine too,” Namjoon continues, voice carrying over the phone. You can hear Jungkook whine, Taehyung’s ‘no! she has to come!’ faintly ringing through the background.

“Ah, no! I’m free today. I’d love to join you. What’s the address and what time do I need to be there?” you ask, throwing the covers off of you as you make your way into the bathroom, to get ready for the day.

“We’re going to meet around 11 maybe 12 at Seokjin’s and don’t worry about the address. Jin-hyung said he’ll send a driver to come to collect you,” Namjoon replies.

“Oh no! You really don’t need to do that,” you try rebuffing the offer, not wanting to take advantage of your friends.

“He said he won’t take no for an answer. How soon can you be ready?” Namjoon asks and you quickly check the time.

“Umm, I think I could be ready by 10:30, 10:45 at the latest,” you reply after calculating however much time you’d need to shower and get dressed.

“Okay perfect. The driver will pick you up at 10:45. See you soon!” Namjoon says but you quickly call out to him before he can cut off the call.

“Wait! Can I bring my dog? I’m supposed to walk him today and I don’t think I’ll be able to find someone to watch him this late,” you ask.

“Yeah that’s fine! The more the merrier,” Namjoon responds before cutting the call. You quickly put your phone down on the sink before stripping and getting in the shower.

Half an hour later, you’re almost ready. Swiftly, you throw on some clothes, checking over yourself in the mirror with a final glance. You make sure your make up is blended, and hair as smooth as can be. Finally, deeming yourself ready, you throw on your shoes before grabbing your dog’s harness and strapping it around him. His tail wags ecstatically and you giggle as you pet his head, scratching his cheeks while you wait the driver to call you. You don’t have to wait for long, because at exactly 10:45 you get a message from an unknown number letting you know that it’s the driver and he’s waiting for you downstairs.

You quickly get into the car, making sure your puppy is inside before strapping yourself in. You sit quietly for most of the journey, only speaking every now and then to calm your Samoyed down, stopping him from barking at the people outside of the window. It’s been six months since you met Namjoon and his children, and now you’re more at ease with them; although every now and then it dawns on you that your friends aren’t exactly run of the mill people but are in fact the best artists in Korea.

You contemplate your new friends for a little while longer, and an hour later, the car stops outside a park that looks more like a forest than anything. You scrunch your eyebrows, wondering why you hadn’t stopped at the huge apartment complex that you knew to be Seokjin’s building. The driver sends you a small smile before beckoning you out. You want to ask what the hell is going on, but a familiar figure stops you. Spotting Seokjin’s broad frame walking out from a small clearing in the forestry area of the park, you thank the driver and grab your pup’s leash before stepping out.

“____! Nice of you to join us this fine day,” Seokjin says, greeting you with an overexaggerated bow. You let out a little laugh, curtseying back as your pup stands to the side, wagging his tail and practically begging Seokjin for attention.

“Oh! Look at this handsome man. He’s almost as handsome as me!” Seokjin says, squeaky windshield wiper laughter following. His words make you roll your eyes in fond exasperation, watching as Seokjin plays with your dog.

“Okay, let’s head off before they come looking for us. The boys are super excited about meeting you today. Jungkook almost drove Namjoon up the wall asking where you were,” Seokjin says with a small smile and you giggle, following Seokjin as you imagine Jungkook repetitively questioning his father about your whereabouts.

Seokjin leads you down the same path he emerged from; the two of you wander down the small winding trail; erect trees standing tall on either side. It’s a pretty place, vivid hues of vibrant green surrounding you. A few minutes later, the two of you emerge from a little opening into a wide-open field. You have to stop for a minute, taking in the entire site. The area is surrounded by woodland, giving a truly secluded feel to the area. Various shrubs and flowering bushes grow in sporadic places but the majority of the area is covered in soft green grass. In the middle of the field is the small gaggle of boys and men. Taehyung and Jimin are running around as Hoseok chases them, the two boys squealing and giggling; Yoongi is laying down, undoubtedly attempting to take a nap and Jungkook is practically pressed against Namjoon.

Your pup starts barking, the mildly heavy ball of fluff tugging on your grip on his lead as he tries to join in with the two running boys. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung’s head whip toward you at the sound of the dog. You spot Jungkook quickly separating himself from his father, Jimin and Taehyung now running towards you and Seokjin. Namjoon and Yoongi both get up, Jungkook grabbing his father’s hand and dragging him towards you. You all meet somewhat in a middle and you keep a firm grip on your excited pup’s lead, not wanting him to jump and tackle the boys who were only slightly bigger than your dog.

“A puppy!” Jimin squeals, immediately throwing himself into your pup’s side, burying his face into the long white hair and nuzzling into it.

“Fluffy doggy!” Taehyung calls out, equally excitable as he attempts to grab as much of the long white hair as he can with his tiny palms.

“What’s his name?” Jungkook asks, large doe-like eyes looking up at you, one hand holding onto his father’s as the other is being licked by your dog, causing Jungkook to let out a tinkling laugh. The minute Jungkook asks his name you freeze, panic consuming you. You had completely forgotten exactly what you’d named your puppy.

In a moment of blind panic, “Reginald!” you blurt out, not wanting to admit the almost embarrassing name of the pup.

“Reginald? Did you really name your dog Reginald?” Namjoon asks, his eyebrow raising, a small teasing smile on his face. You can tell he doesn’t believe you for a single second, but he doesn’t say anything else.

“Reginald! Hey look at me,” Hoseok calls, attempting to call out to your dog. However, your pup simply ignores him causing Hoseok to frown.

“He’s not responding. Why isn’t he responding?” Hoseok asks and you bite your lip, looking away. You know exactly why he’s not responding. And it’s because his name is definitely not Reginald. Yoongi, being the ever-observant man, notices your shiftiness and immediately calls you out.

“His name isn’t Reginald is it?” Yoongi asks and you blanch, your stomach dropping as butterflies bloom in your stomach. Are you really about to embarrass yourself in front of them? Yup. You definitely are. You’re sure of it.

With a quiet, barely audible voice, “um… no,” you reply. You really, really do not want to tell them your pup’s name.

“You’re embarrassed!” Seokjin suddenly calls out, his entire face twisting with excitement as he takes in your nervous disposition, “why are you embarrassed? How bad can it be?” Seokjin asks, although there’s a slight twinkle in his eyes that you know means that as soon as you reveal the mildly embarrassing name, he’ll tease you for the next few weeks.

Realising you have no option but to come clean, “Ra… mo…” you mumble out. The guys squint at you and you let out a little sigh.

“Ugh! Fine! Rap Mon. His name is Rap Mon, are you happy?” you finally say, face heated and small pout on your face.

“Sorry what? I didn’t hear that” Hoseok says dumbly, although his lips are tightly pressed together, pulled into a smile and his cheeks puffed out. All signs that he definitely heard you and is struggling not to laugh. Seokjin’s face mimics Hoseok’s and as soon as you let out a defeated sigh, both of them burst out into laughter, unable to contain themselves anymore.

“Rap Mon! Oh my god, his name is Rap Mon! Rap Monster!” Hoseok finally bursts out, struggling to speak from how hard he’s laughing. You let out a small groan, wishing the ground would swallow you up - but simultaneously knowing that you’re never about to live this down.

“Do you remember- do you… oh my god, I can’t… do you remember when Namjoon was Rap Monster?” Seokjin asks, trying to catch his breath between his laughter. Internally, you berate yourself. Honestly, of all things you had to name your dog, you just had to name it after the artists you somehow befriended. Even more so than before, you really hope the earth would somehow split open and swallow you whole. Nervously, you chance a glance at the man your pup is named after and notice that despite his heated cheeks, he’s got the slightest smile etched onto his pillowy lips.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough. She’s allowed to name her dog whatever she wants,” Namjoon finally says, trying to control his friends despite the beaming smile on his face.

“Oh my- Stop,” Hoseok gasps, clutching his stomach as he tries his hardest to breathe, “I can’t. Jin-hyung, look how happy Namjoonie is,” Hoseok points out, both the men falling into giggles once again. Namjoon lets out a little sigh before directing a pleading look towards Yoongi. For the most of it, Yoongi’s got a big smile on his face, gums prominent as he watches his friends. The boys don’t care as much, unbothered by the laughing adults as they continue playing with Rap Mon.

“For what it’s worth, I only call him that when he’s being bad or doing something he isn’t supposed to. I mainly call him Monie,” you try to explain as a way to placate the situation, but your words only set the two older men off again.

“Rap Mon… WHEN HE’S BEING BAD! Oh my god, this is gold. ____, thank you. This is the best present you could have given us,” Hoseok finally says, attempting to collect himself as he pats your back.

“I think whenever Namjoon does something he isn’t supposed to, I’m going to call him Rap Mon too,” Seokjin teases, Namjoon grumbling under his breath. You send Namjoon an apologetic look, but he simply shakes you off.

“It’s fine, they’ll get tired of it eventually,” Namjoon whispers lowly into your ear. Immediately, you stand straight, his presence directly behind your back and low voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine. For a moment, you wonder if he knows whathe’s doing, but before you can reply he’s back to his usual self, herding his children back to the picnic blanket.

You follow the rest of them, placing your bag down on the blanket before reaching over and removing the leash from Rap Mon’s harness so he can run around with the boys. Getting comfortable on the ground, Yoongi offers you some bibimbap which you accept graciously, watching as, this time, your pup chases a laughing and giggling Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook is sitting beside you, happily munching on his snacks as he watches YouTube videos on his father’s phone.

“Sorry about waking you up this morning by the way,” Namjoon apologises once again.

“Honestly, it was no issue. If you hadn’t I’d probably have slept in till about midday. Where are we by the way? When you said picnic at Seokjin’s, I thought we’d be somewhere around his building,” you ask, wondering about the long car ride and lack of buildings or people around.

“We are. Seokjin owns this area,” Hoseok says casually as he munches on some crackers. You stare at him, blinking dumbfoundedly.

“Seokjin owns… land?” you ask and the boys nod - as if it were the most casual thing in the world. Instantly, you deadpan, wondering why you even bother being surprised by how rich they are anymore. Of course, Seokjin just owns land. He was a chaebol after all.

“Technically my father owns it. He was planning on building new company headquarters here, but the boys loved it so much as I asked if I could have it and it just sort of turned into a private park,” Seokjin explains and you nod, wondering if they realisedthat having a private park wasn’t a normal, everyday thing.

Namjoon eventually calls Jimin and Taehyung back, enticing them with food and the lot of you sit, munching happily. Jimin and Taehyung are once again talking about their week in school, this time regaling their tales to Hoseok, Seokjin and Yoongi. They mention an upcoming play in which Jimin wanted to be the princess but got stuck being the prince while Taehyung got to be a dragon even though he really wanted to be the prince, the two of them complaining about the unfairness of it all. Jungkook for the most of it is laying down quietly, using Monie’s body as a pillow; watching Pokémon as your pup keeps him company, Jungkook sneaking Rap Mon his snacks every now and then.

At some point, Hoseok and Seokjin disappear into the forest with a small bag; your eyes follow them with curiosity, wondering what they are up to. However, once they’re out of your line of sight, you turn back to your conversation with the boys, listening and nodding as they continue talking about school, aliens, fairy tales and anything else their six-year-old brains can come up with it. Half an hour later, however, Hoseok and Seokjin return with big grins, throwing the bag down. You look at them curiously, eyes slightly narrowed as you wonder what trouble they’re about to start brewing.

“Okay so, Hoseokie and I decided a normal picnic was going to be too boring. Therefore, we devised a little game,” Seokjin begins and Namjoon immediately groans, most likely knowing the chaos that the two older men were going to bring about.

“What are you two up to? What game?” Yoongi asks, frowning at the two.

“Well, you see. We hid various ribbons around the forest. All ribbons have little prizes on them, anything from snacks to little toys,” Hoseok says and immediately Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook are interested, listening to the older guys curiously.

“But there is one special ribbon, and whoever gets that, gets one toy. Anything you could want, within reason, Seokjinnie-hyung will buy it for you,” Seokjin says and suddenly the boys are starstruck, bouncing up and down. Taehyung and Jimin quickly turn around, ready to run off into the forest but Hoseok and Seokjin quickly grab them before they can wander off alone.

“Hold up there. You can’t go alone, pick an adult to go with,” Hoseok says and all three quickly turn and latch themselves onto their father.

“I pick daddy!” the boys all call out at once and you have to resist the urge to laugh out loud. It was always endearing how attached the boys were to their father. Namjoon for the most of it looks panicked, unsure what to do about the situation.

“That’s not possible. You can’t all pick Namjoonie. You’re making hyungie sad. Do you not wanna go with me?” Hoseok asks with a pout and Jimin let’s go of his father, approaching Hoseok and patting his knee.

“It’s okay Hobi-hyung, I’ll go with you! Don’t be sad,” Jimin says, smiling brightly, eyes pulled into little half crescents and bright grin on his face. Reflexively, your heart lurches in your chest, your face crumpling at how adorably comforting Jimin is.

“I’ll go with Jinnie hyung!” Taehyung calls out, skipping over to the oldest and quickly grabbing the larger hand with his smaller, sticky one. Jungkook looks slightly unsure and you can practically see the gears in his head shifting - choose his father, or someone else.

“Come on Jungkookie, don’t make Yoonie-hyung sad. Otherwise he’ll have no one with him,” Seokjin pouts but your eyes narrow at the mischievous glint mirrored in both his and Hoseok’s eyes. Oh, they’re definitely up to something - you just can’t figure out what. Jungkook looks conflicted but eventually nods, moving over to Yoongi. Yoongi’s eyes narrow at the boys too, cocking his head to the side.

“Who is daddy gonna go with?” Jungkook asks and Hoseok and Seokjin immediately grin. Your stomach drops, dread filling you as you wonder just what they’re planning.

“Daddy’s just going to have to go with ____, isn’t he?” Seokjin says, eyes glistening with mirth. And there it is. They’re planning to get you and Namjoon alone because within the six months of knowing them, you had somehow developed a tiny teensy crush on Namjoon and somehow Hoseok had picked up on it – really with how nervous you could get around him, it was pretty obvious – and loved teasing you for it. You glare at Hoseok, trying to convey that the next time the two of you are alone, he’s dead but he simply laughs you off.

“Hey, no fair! I wanna go with noona,” Jungkook pouts and Namjoon only looks slightly offended that his son chose you over him.

“Ah remember the days when Namjoonie used to be Jungkookie’s favourite, but now its ____,” Seokjin says with a dramatic sigh, causing you to resist the urge to kick him in the shin because really you all know he’s purposely trying to push your buttons.

“It’s okay Kookie, you can take Rap Mon if you want,” you suggest and immediately Jungkook nods enthusiastically, watching as you hand Yoongi Rap Mon’s lead.

Finally, with the groups decided, everyone begins trekking into the forest. Taehyung grabs Hoseok and pulls him into the forest, the two of them rushing as they try to collect the ribbons. Part of you wonders if it’s fair considering Hoseok and Seokjin were the ones to hang them up and thus would know exactly where the ribbons are. Not one to be bested, though, Jungkook grabs Yoongi, pulling him and Rap Mon along because ‘we have to win hyung!’ Jungkook reasons. Although, with what you know about Yoongi, you know it’s most likely that he’ll somehow cheat and steal someone else’s ribbons.

You and Namjoon lazily stroll through the woods, unbothered about actually finding the ribbons because really, what would two grown adults need with children’s toys? It’s quiet enough that you can hear the rustling of the other boys through the forest, Jungkook and Taehyung yelling every now and then when they find a ribbon, although with Jimin and Hoseok’s team, it’s more Hoseok that you can hear than Jimin. You let out a little giggle as you hear a small argument coming from near you.

“That ribbon was ours, you stole it!” Seokjin yells in indignation.

“We found it first, so it’s ours,” Yoongi replies causing you to laugh again as your suspicions were confirmed. Yoongi had somehow figured a way to cheat, and apparently, that way was to follow Seokjin around and steal the ribbons before they could get to it.

“You followed us, that’s the only reason you found it!” Seokjin replies and you can almost imagine the way Yoongi shrugs with a completely faux innocent face.

“You never said following you was against the rules! Come on Jungkookie,” Yoongi calls out and the last thing you hear is Seokjin yelling for Yoongi to come back.

“Sorry about this,” Namjoon apologises and you laugh it off, shaking your head.

“For what reason? I’m having fun!” you say and Namjoon shrugs, rubbing the back of his head guiltily.

“I don’t know. I just feel bad because we woke you up and the boys kinda force you into joining us and now you’re stuck here wandering through the woods with me when I’m sure you had better things to do today,” Namjoon says as he pushes a bush out of the way for you to walk through.

“Okay firstly, stop apologising about waking me up. I said it was alright. And they don’t force me into doing anything, I really love hanging out with them, they’re fun to be around. But also trust me, I’d rather be here spending time with you than anything. I was just gonna sit in and watch Netflix with Monie, so inviting me out definitely made my day more interesting,” you reassure Namjoon with a bright smile

“If you’re sure. I just…” Namjoon sighs, rubbing the back of his head “sometimes feel bad because you didn’t ask to suddenly have three children thrust into your life and I know it can be a lot,” he continues responds, but you only shrug in response.

“Maybe- but honestly? I really am glad they were thrust into my life. They’re lovely children, you’d be completely heartless to not fall in love with them,” you say without thinking. Abruptly, Namjoon stops, looking at you with an unreadable expression. You’ve realised he does that a lot. Sometimes he just stops and stares at you, but his eyes are guarded so you have no idea what he’s thinking.

“You love them?” Namjoon asks and you blink owlishly, not even realising you had said that out loud. You ponder his question for a couple minutes, wondering if you did love them. But no matter how you think about it, you can’t help but know that yes, you do. It may have only been six months, but for some reason, you can no longer remember what your life was like before meeting them. Not only that, but you don’t even want to imagine a life without them, their father and their father’s best friends; because, somewhere along those short six months, they had become a big part of your life. One you wouldn’t give up for the world.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” you laugh cheerily, breaking the short silence between you two. Before Namjoon can reply however, you cut him off, “hey! That’s a ribbon isn’t it?” you call out, pointing to a ribbon tied around a branch.

“Yeah, I guess it is. It says one Kakao Friends Ryan mega body pillow,” Namjoon reads out and you freeze, looking at him in awe and wonder.

“What? Are you sure? Are you sure that’s what it says?” you ask abruptly, your eyes practically sparkling as you look at the ribbon.

“Yeah, I’m sure, why?” Namjoon asks, but you basically ignore him, as you begin climbing the tree

“I thought you didn’t care about the prizes?” Namjoon laughs, watching your efforts to scale the tree.

“Are you kidding me? Do you know how much that pillow is worth? Almost a hundred thousand won! I’ve wanted one forever but it seemed like a waste of money. There’s no way I’m passing this opportunity to get a free one,” you call out, silently thanking yourself for wearing jeans as you strain to reach for the ribbon. Namjoon approaches the tree, watching you from underneath.

“Just be careful! We don’t need you falling down,” Namjoon calls out but you shrug.

“It’d totally be worth it, trust me,” comes your immediate reply - Namjoon’s only response to chuckle at you. You shuffle further along the branch, tongue stuck out as you do your best to reach the ribbon. It’s almost in your hands: you just need to stretch a little further.

A couple of moments later, you finally grasp the ribbon. Victoriously, you squeal, pumping your hand in the air. However, in your victory cheer, you had somehow forgotten that you were precariously positioned on a tree branch. You let out a small yelp when you slip, Namjoon’s eyes widening as he runs under to make sure he could catch you, but you manage to catch yourself.

“Be careful,” Namjoon calls from under you and you nod, before turning around. Now comes the part you hadn’t thought through. How the hell are you supposed to get down?

“Um Namjoon, slight problem. I don’t think I can get down,” you say, looking at him in slight nervousness.

“What? How did you manage to climb up but aren’t able to climb down?” Namjoon asks and you let out a little huff.

“It just happened okay! It’s higher up here than I thought it would be,” you reply and Namjoon shakes his head in exasperation.

“You could jump and I could try to catch you,” Namjoon suggests and you look at him as if he’s grown three heads.

“Not a single chance in hell that’s happening buddy,” you immediately refuse. Namjoon laughs at your obvious distaste for his plan, but you ignore him, “okay I think I can do this” you say, analysing the situation. You try to crawl backwards, but your hands are shaky and it doesn’t help that you can’t see where you’re going.

Finally giving in, “Okay no I can’t do this, please help,” you plead, looking down at Namjoon.

“Jump! I’ll catch you,” Namjoon suggests once again and you let out a little groan, shaking you’re head. “____! Just jump. Trust me,” Namjoon calls out once more and you look down at his earnest eyes, biting your lip. Shakily, you nod, and then, sucking a deep breath while closing your eyes, you jump.

Eyes clenched shut, you feel the wind rush past your ears and then suddenly you’re in Namjoon’s strong embrace; his arms firmly wrapped around your waist. It would have all been well if it were as simple as Namjoon catching you. However, you’d both forgotten to factor one variable into your calculations and that variable was that Namjoon, for as sweet and dorky as he was, was inherently clumsy. The moment you land in his arms, Namjoon’s foot slips on the mud, and suddenly, the both of you are falling backwards. Namjoon’s grip on your waist tightens as the two of you land, his back taking the brunt of the fall.

Namjoon lets out a small groan and you still at the position you find yourselves in. Namjoon’s large palm is splayed out on your back, his hips between your legs as you straddle him. You stare, wide-eyed at him, Namjoon also freezing once he realises your positioning. Gazing deep into his molten dark chocolate eyes, you get lost in the dark depths of his chocolate orbs. An invisible pull calls towards the two of you, and you slowly near - your faces enclosing - lips almost touching. Then you hear rustling and suddenly everyone congregates around you. Both yours and Namjoon’s heads whip to the side, eyes wide as if you were deer caught in headlights.

Yoongi quickly turns away but you notice the small tugging of his lips as he stares at the trees. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook stare at you in confusion, Rap Mon wagging his tail excitedly as he spots you. Seokjin and Hoseok however, look entirely too pleased with themselves. They’re both grinning widely: as if they’d found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Internally, you scream, knowing that you were never, ever going to live this down. Hoseok and Seokjin were going to tease you for the foreseeable future.

“Daddy? What’s going on?” Jimin asks innocently and you feel your face burn from his seemingly childlike question. Jimin’s words kick both your gears in and you and Namjoon quickly scramble to get into a safer position. Namjoon clears his throat, putting on his passive ‘father’ face but you can still see how red his ears are.

“____ found a ribbon but got stuck in the tree and daddy had to get her out,” Namjoon stammers out, trying to explain the situation.

“Oh yes, that’s definitely what was happening here,” Hoseok teases, both his and Seokjin’s eyes twinkling with mirth. You glare at them both, trying to stop their teasing but they only smile at you with faux innocence. Namjoon quickly stands up, dusting himself off before extending his hand out towards yours. You grab it, allowing him to pull you up as you too begin dusting yourself off.

“Are we all done? Did we get all the ribbons?” you ask in an attempt to change the conversation, and Jungkook lets out a bright grin, sticking out his hand that looks like it contains at least fifteen ribbons.

“We won!” Jungkook calls, swinging his fist around happily.

“Only because you cheated,” Seokjin suddenly calls out and you look taken aback at his sudden outburst. For most of it, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook don’t care. Instead, they’re sitting between themselves sharing their ribbons. However, Hoseok, Seokjin and Yoongi all stand in a circle, both Hoseok and Seokjin accusing of tailing them and stealing their ribbons. You let out a small giggle, at the two little groups, Namjoon shaking his head at them all.

“Oh?” you suddenly say, looking at the sky with a frown.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks, Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok turning to you both, their heated argument immediately dying.

“I thought I felt a raindrop,” you reply, your lips downturned and eyebrows scrunched up.

“The weather forecast didn’t say it was supposed to rain. We checked,” Yoongi says and you nod before turning back.

“Maybe it’s just me feeling things aha,” you shrug nonchalantly, however, a couple of moments later, you hear the tell-tale pitter-patter of raindrops against the tree canopy as it begins raining.

“Oh sh-“ Yoongi says, catching himself before he swears in front of the children. You watch as Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok quickly shrug off their hoodies, holding them above the boys to protect them.

“Jin-hyung, call the driver. Boys come on, let’s go find somewhere to stand under,” Namjoon calls, ushering the boys towards him.

“____ go with Namjoon and the boys, Hobi, Yoongi and I will grab the stuff,” Seokjin says and you nod, grabbing Rap Mon’s lead from Yoongi as you and Namjoon usher the boys out of the forest and towards where the driver dropped you off.

“It’ll be a while before the car gets here won’t it?” you ask, one hand holding your own jacket over your head as well as Rap Mon’s lead, the other hand holding Jungkook’s hand.

“I don’t think so. The driver said he’d be in the area,” Namjoon replies. By the time the five of you find shelter under a large tree, all of you are completely soaked from the heavy rain. Five minutes later, Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin join you, somehow even wetter than you are.

“The driver said he should be here soon, so hopefully we don’t have to wait too long,” Seokjin says and you all nod.

Ten minutes pass and you begin worrying about standing out in the cold and rain; not for yourself but more for Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook who are still young and more vulnerable to any illnesses from the exposure. Just as you start getting antsy however, the large 7-seater car pulls up. You let out a small sigh of relief before quickly grabbing Jungkook’s hand, Namjoon doing the same for Jimin and Taehyung before ushering them into the car. Yoongi, Seokjin and Hoseok quickly follow you until you’re all crammed into the car, the kids sitting on whichever laps would take them while Rap Mon sits in the back with Yoongi.

Jungkook sits on your lap, his back pressed against your chest, and with as close as he is, you feel the way his little body shivers. Swiftly, and with a small tut, you pull him closer into your body, despite the fact that you’re as soaked as he is. Quickly, you began rubbing your hands up and down his arms, pressing him closer to your chest as you tried to create the much-needed friction to warm him up. Jungkook lets out a small whine, followed by a sniffle, as he cuddles closer into your warmth, his teeth continuing to chatter.

“Seokjin can you turn the heating on please,” you ask and he nods, flicking the button. Instantly, the car is filled with warm air and you let out a little sigh at the feel of the warmth against your chilled skin.

“I’d get comfortable if I were you, it’s a long ride back,” Seokjin calls out and you nod, letting out a small yawn.

You snuggle further into the seat, Jungkook snuggling into you. A sigh on contentment escapes your lips, despite how cold it is. Your clothes are completely saturated, sticking to your skin and your hair is dripping along your flesh, and yet despite that, the warmth from the heating as well as the feel of Namjoon and Hoseok on either side of you has you feeling much more comfortable. Before long, you begin dozing off, your forehead leaning against Namjoon’s shoulder. Feeling the weight on his shoulder, Namjoon turns to look at you, his eyes softening at the way both you and Jungkook look as you nap.

“You alright there Joonie?” Hoseok asks with a teasing smile and Namjoon narrows his eyes.

“Don’t think I don’t know what both you and Seokjin-hyung tried to do today,” Namjoon says, causing them both to snicker.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it. We noticed the way you were staring at her,” Seokjin says and Namjoon grumbles.

“I wasn’t staring at her in any particular way,” Namjoon grumbles under his breath, Seokjin rolling his eyes in response.

“Please, you stare at her as if she hung the moon in the sky. And don’t even get us started on how you look at her whenever she’s with your sons,” Seokjin says and at that Namjoon immediately shuts up, pink dusting his cheeks as his ears turn a bright shade of fire truck red.

For the rest of the journey towards your house, Namjoon contemplates the words of his friends. He knows he has some sort of feelings for you, but between raising his children and his prominent music career, he doesn’t have a lot of time to dwell on it. All he knows is that he enjoys any and all time spent with you. There are times when his boys do something and all he wants to do is share it with you, such as when Jimin got his award for being the best at dance and all he wanted was to call you and gush over how proud he was. He loves the way you care for his children and how you’re always available for them. Not to mention, the level of patience you have for children that aren’t even biologically yours is incomprehensible.

Namjoon had long since given up on dating or finding another wife, disillusioned by his first love and consequently first wife. Besides, any dating attempts were already stomped by his career; not to mention, what girl his age would want to be saddled with a twenty-four-year-old who had already had three children. However, his hope had been reignited today by your admission that you loved his children and the more you interact with his children, the more and more he falls for you.

But despite how much he wants it, and how much Seokjin and Hoseok are pushing you onto him, Namjoon knows he cannot make this decision lightly. It’s one thing to introduce you to the boys as a friend, but introducing you as a potential love interest is different. What if it doesn’t work out? What if you break up? He couldn’t take the chance of giving the boys a potential mother figure who would just walk out again. He cannot let that happen. The boys are already so in love and attached with you, especially shy little Jungkook, that Namjoon cannot bear to somehow mess up your relationship in any way that would lead to you walking out on him and consequently them. It would be entirely too devastating.

Namjoon is pulled out of his thought when the car comes to a screeching halt. He jerks slightly, instincts automatically holding Jimin tighter to protect him. He looks around before realising they’re at your apartment complex. Ignoring the little disheartened lurch of his heart as he realised you’d be going home; he instead turns around and adjusts a sleeping Jimin in his hold, before placing his hand on your thigh and slowly shaking you awake. You let out a little whine, Namjoon’s eyes softening at the small action.

“____, it’s time to wake up. We’re at your apartment,” Namjoon says and you slowly blink awake, looking at him blearily. The first thing you spot is Namjoon’s face and immediately convince yourself you’re dreaming and thus letting out a sleepy smile you snuggle closer into him. You breathe in his scent deeply, letting out a little sigh of content as his signature scent of sandalwood and vanilla fills your senses. Namjoon freezes, unsure of how to react. Well, he knows how to react, he wants to wrap his arms around you and let you continue sleeping as he holds you closer. However, he knows he can’t do that.

He doesn’t have to contemplate for longer because soon Seokjin and Hoseok are giggling between themselves at the two of you. As soon as the sound breaks through your sleep fogged mind, you immediately stiffen before breaking away from Namjoon, back rigid as you take in your surroundings. Despair and embarrassment fill you, your heart hammering in your chest and entire face burning as you finally recognise that you’re not dreaming. You quickly stammer, unsure of what to say, and as Hoseok and Seokjin’s giggles fill your ears, you find yourself praying to any god out there to just smite you with lightning.

“We’re at your apartment,” Namjoon says, smiling reassuringly at you and you simply nod, unable to form words. You quickly, but gently, place a still snoozing Jungkook down on the seat before climbing over Hoseok and exiting. The driver opens the back door, Rap Mon jumping out as you grab his lead and your bag.

“Um thank you for inviting me today, I had fun,” you stutter out, face still heated from your actions.

“It was definitely fun having you ____!” Hoseok replies and you choose to ignore the teasing lilt to his voice.

“Text me when you get home safe,” Namjoon calls and you nod curtly, still trying to get over your own embarrassment. Namjoon smiles at you one final time before the driver drives away. You watch the car as it disappears, waving the entire time. Finally, when it’s out of sight, you use the hand you were waving with to smack yourself on the forehead.

“I cannot believe I did that. I should not have done that,” you say to Rap Mon, however, your pup simply cocks his head to the side, “and now here I am speaking to my dog in public like a crazy person” you groan out, realising that people are looking at you weirdly. You grab Rap Mon’s leash and lead him into your building, the scene from the car replaying in your head over and over, Hoseok and Seokjin’s giggles and Hoseok’s teasing voice filling your head.

They really aren’t going to let you forget.

A/N: Hiya! Just few points, real Rap Mon is an american eskimo dog i believe, but I just wanted to make intro her rap mon a samoyed. also can i just say i LOVE seokjin and hoseok’s characterisation in this story fkw

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