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[arece]

Never Saw the Start

♤ John Wick x platonic!f!reader (father/daughter duo) series masterlist

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♤ Summary: You make it to the Continental, threats are made. (2.3k)

♤ Warnings: John Wick violence, swears, injuries and blood descriptions.

♤ a/n: There will definitely be more parts, although I'm not completely sure where it's heading. I've begun a tag list so just comment or send in a request to be added! If you want to request little one-shots or ideas you have of these two I think that'd be fun too!

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You were shaken awake by John, unsure how long you slept you still felt a bit drowsy. “Can’t sleep too long on that head. We’re here.” You looked up to see a tall and posh hotel that stood at an angle.

Your door was opened by John who guided you out. You attempted to take off his jacket to return to him but he just pulled it tighter around you. The doors opened for you and you were shocked by the inside of the hotel.

To say it was nice would be an understatement. You and John heavily stood out in your disarrayed states. Both with ripped clothes and drenched in blood, John with a limp to his left leg that you hadn’t noticed until now.

You slightly shrunk into yourself, uncomfortable with the stares of those around you. Little did you know it had more to do with the fact that John Wick was accompanied with a child. As you approached the front desk you were greeted by the manager who held a friendly smile.

A person brushed past you in a rush, you leaned into John, trying not be shoved down by the person in their urgency to exit the hotel.

“Good to see you again, sir. With a guest too?” The man questioned at the end. He studied you but in a way that you weren’t bothered by. John leaned against the desk to relieve pressure against his leg.

“Charon,” he greets, “I’ll be needing a room for her.” The manager's smile dropped into a frown that swam with sympathy. “Is she a member?” The tone of his voice suggested he already knew the answer to his question.

John tensed, the familiar glower you’ve already become accustomed to returned. “Is Winston available?” Charon sighed but nodded. He gestured to a private elevator, “at the bar, sir.” John stood back up and pulled you to follow along.

Before you could disappear into the elevator the manager called out to John, “your other guest… would you like me to bring them out?” John looked at you before nodding at Charon. He disappeared for a moment, when he remerged it was now accompanied by a gray Pitbull.

She ran over to John excitedly, he leant down giving her a few pats as she licked him. She turned around to you, cautiously sniffing you. You couldn’t help but let out a slight squeal as you knelt down to be at the dogs level, “you have a dog?”

You giggled as the dog grew excited with you and jumped at you. John slightly smiled before calling you both to the elevator. You and the dog were now glued to each other's sides, you gave her snout a big kiss before turning back to John, “what’s her name?”

“Dog.” He pressed the button to the last floor and you pouted. “You got this cute dog and didn’t give her a name?” John looked amused at your outrage, reaching past you to give Dog another pat. “I did name her; Dog.”

“That’s not a name-” You were cut off by the elevator's ding and its doors opening. The atmosphere's playfulness evaporated as John’s stance stiffened. His smiles and banter with you morphed into his stoic business stature.

You and Dog followed close behind him, stopping when the bartender called out a joyful, ‘Jonathan!’ your brows furrowed only to discover she was talking to none other than John Wick. “Hello, Addy,” he kindly answers her.

“To think I’d see you back. I thought you’d be done after…” She trails off, pointedly staring at Dog. You looked between the two and Dog as if that’d help you learn what she was referring to. “I guess I’m not quite retired again.”

Addy’s focus snapped to you, seemingly just taking you in, “a job or mini Wick?” 

“She’s not-”

“He’s not my dad.” Both of your voices overlapped with each other. She nodded, pushing a glass towards John that he took without question. “Job then. You’re definitely not old enough for what I have in stock, good with water and some snacks?”

It had been over a day since you’ve last had anything to drink or eat and right now the sound of water and a simple snack seemed like heaven. You nodded eagerly, she grabbed them both for you with a wide grin.

“I’ll be seeing you, Jonathan and not-mini-Wick.” You waved at her, slipping Dog a piece of the cracker you bit into. John nodded to Addy and guided you two to a booth near the back. He waited for you to get settled with Dog and ordered you to sit there.

“I have to talk to someone, you wait here. I won’t be long.” You scooched over to the middle, Dog sitting at your side and stealing more of the food. “John,” you called after him. He paused. “What if I can’t stay?” Will you pass me off like he did? Will I be alone?

“We go somewhere else.” We. You relaxed into the seat, a relieved smile grew on your face. You shot him a thumbs up, chugging back your water and watched him make his way towards an older man reading some papers with a pair of glasses hanging low on his nose.

“Winston,” John greeted. Winston looked up from his papers and smiled when he caught sight of who called for him. “Ah, Jonathan, what may I do for you.” John took a seat in front of him at the table, rubbing at his left leg.

“I have a guest here.” Winston placed down his papers and removed his glasses from their place on his face. “Are they a member?” Winston, being the only person able to read John’s expression, frowned, displeased.

“You know the rules, the Continental is members only. No exceptions,” he looked back down to his papers. John sighed heavily, pushing his hair back and rubbing his forehead. “She’s a kid.” Winston’s attention snapped back to him, catching sight of you a few tables from them.

“Who would entrust you with a child?” Winston looked nothing short of concerned. “She’s in need of protection. Desperate need.” John emphasized. Winston sighed, peering at you. You were giggling along with Dog, still covered in blood and scrapes.

“I wish there was more I could do, Jonathan. Child or not, she is not a member.” John’s jaw tensed. The easy way never worked out. In the Continental you could stay without being harmed while John dealt with the Spade’s. Now he’d have to bring you with him, leaving you out of his sight was too risky.

He gazed back at you only to find a man had joined your table, a man showing off a spade card. John roughly shoved back his seat, catching Winston’s attention. He strode over to your booth, lifting the man up by his collar and tossing him out of the seat.

“Now, let’s not forget hotel rules,” Winston called out from behind in an attempt to prevent the chaos that was about to ensue. John knelt down to the man and held him menacingly, You were cowering back in your seat with Dog growling in front of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The man chuckled but the shaking of his hands gave away his fear of being up close to the infamous John wick. “Passing along a message. I’m safe to do so, not even you can hurt me here, Baba Yaga.”

John yanked the man closer, leaning in, “you won’t be able to hide here forever. Now speak to me, not her.” The man grunted at the little shake John gave him. “He wants his pin. Amends can be made but without it, blood will spill. The attack earlier was just a warning.”

You reached into your pocket for the spade pin you took from the body only to come up empty handed. You hadn’t dropped it - you know you didn’t. Your mind flashed back to when you first walked into the hotel. The person who bumped into you earlier. You were a thief and didn’t even notice when you were pickpocketed. 

John watched as utter hopeless dread filled your expression, bottom lip slightly trembling. “It was stolen,” your voice shook. The man held down on the floor laughed out, regaining everyone's attention.

“Let there be blood.” His cackles were silenced by John knocking him unconscious. He stood to meet Winston’s judging stare. “I can’t kill him, but I can hurt him.” Winston sighed, unimpressed.

John walked over to you, pulling you from the booth seat. You were visibly shaking, you had a way to stop all of this and it slipped through your fingers so quickly. He placed a hand on your shoulder, stilling you.

“Is the Doctor in?” Winston smiled, “now that, I can do for you.”

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You were sitting on a cushioned chair, Dog by your feet. John was by the door waiting to greet this Doctor. You wrung your hands together looking all around the room, it wasn’t your typical doctors office - not that you’ve been to many.

Your anxiety was through the roof, not knowing what direction you were heading after this. From the way John had addressed his ‘friend’ you guessed you weren’t welcome in the hotel, and now it was made clear the Spade wanted you dead for a lost pin.

“If it was stolen it’s important and people know it. Valuable things are sold, I know someone who knows everything happening in the city.” He had read your mind. “We go there next?” You asked, leaning down to pet Dog for some comfort.

John shook his head, “we go home next. I have some things I’ll need for future problems.” You had a feeling by ‘things’ he meant weapons and lots of them. “Can you teach me how you use a knife like that?” You wave around your arms, mocking his earlier actions with added sound effects.

“You’re not touching a knife,” he deadpanned. “What about a gun? I’ll need to protect myself,” you pointed out. John stood strong, unaffected by your act, “you won’t be needing any of it.” You grunted in frustration, picking at a scab that started to grow at your knee. 

You thought back to the guy down at the bar, remembering the name he called John by. “What that guy called you - Baba Yaga, like the boogeyman?” He moved from the door, dragging a chair from the corner closer to you and taking a seat.

“Yes.” You watched as he rubbed at the leg he was limping on earlier. “I don’t think it suits you.” He leaned back into the chair, calling over Dog which made you frown over the loss of her attention. “Why’s that?”

“I’ve always imagined the boogeyman wearing a top hat.” He instantly scowled at you, “I’m not wearing a top hat.” You failed at swallowing the laughter that built up from the conjured image of John wearing a top hat while fighting the bad guys.

“Do I get a nickname now since I’m with you?” You tried to call Dog back to you but she stayed by John’s side, betrayal from Dog hurting you worse than the throbbing at the back of your head. “What would you be called, Likho?” 

You didn’t know what that meant but telling from his taunting tone it wasn’t anything nice. “That was an insult. You just made fun, didn’t you?” Though it was less of a question and more of a statement.

John cracked a smirk but refused to face you, instead focusing on Dog. Traitor. “Is your name really Jonathan?” It didn’t sound quite right for him. “Jardani Jovonovich.” In return you told him your full name.

Another road breached on your journey together. Finally the door opened revealing the Doctor you’ve heard mentioned several times. He was a rather old man, older than John. He had a slight hunch and wore a pair of glasses.

“John Wick and a child?” A fact that seems to shock everyone you meet. “Her heads been hit a few times,” John gestures to the back of your head.

The man walks over to your side, pulling up his glasses and muttering a small, “let me see.” He poked and prodded at your head a bit, you did your best to resist flinching away, instead allowing for hissed out winces to escape.

“Well,” he leans back, “no stitches. Just some bandaging for a slight concussion.” He pulled out some white bandages, medical tape, alcohol, and set to work. It didn’t take him very long to patch you up, used to the rush of severely injured hitmen.

Before he could move on you pointed at John, “what about his leg?” The Doctor moved from you to inspect his left leg. “You did not mention your leg,” he scolded, pulling the ripped fabric from the injury. “A stab wound,” he tsked.

Your eyes widened at the casual way John had hid a stab wound all this time. You watched as the Doctor pulled out a stitching kit, John not even blinking as the needle pulled his skin back together. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to not hide injuries? If not for that girl…” The Doctor rambled on amidst his stitching. John’s face scrunched at a particularly hard yank of the needle that he was sure was done purposefully.

“Well, she’s here now to prevent that.” He stood straight after the Doctor finished his stitching, placing his equipment away into a drawer. He pulled a bottle with a few pills, “for her pain.” John pocketed it and nodded for you to get back up.

You watched as he handed the very same gold coin he took from Aurelio to the Doctor. “Come on, kid.” You thanked the Doctor, now heading out to the place John Wick called home. The preparation for the fight over your life now begins.

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shine▲polyhedric tri-lights 【ep 7】

♢ characters: natsume, tsumugi

♢ season: winter

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〈 Next morning 〉

Natsume: …..

Tsumugi: Oh! Good morning, Natsume-kun! You're early today.

Huh? I see you're looking up sports articles on your phone. Ah, an interview with an athlete, that'd for sure be helpful!

Natsume: Excuse yOU? It's rude to peek at someone's phoNE.

Tsumugi: Ah, sorry. I couldn't help seeing it from this position.

Still, it's reassuring to see everyone's taking this matter at heart. I believe Sora-kun was reading a fashion magazine in the shared room yesterday, too.

Natsume: OH. Sora was in tHE, uM, the shared rOOM?¹

Tsumugi: Yes. Students who belong in sports club often frequent that room. He mentionned wanting to talk to them, and it was the perfect occasion.

I was exhausted though, so I immediately went back to my room. Ah, Sora-kun's energy is impressive…

Natsume: WeLL, that being saID, what'd you come here fOR? Office work agAIN?

Tsumugi: Hey, I'm not always working in the office, you know~? I had some ideas about Switch for today.

I planned to contact the company through the office's PC so they give me resources concerning their past collaborations. I thought I'd ask them now.

We could use that information not only on idols, but also on famous athletes as reference for our own project.

Natsume: HM. I guess² it's good to see you're enthusiastic about IT.

--Or maybe it was that fruitless enthusiasm brought by this proposal that put us in such miserable situaTION. What a nuisaNCE.³

Why in hell did you write this proposAL? We're both terrible at spoRTS.

Sora's for sure okay with iT, but it's obvious this project isn't suitable for the both of uS.

Tsumugi: Ahaha. It's embarrassing to admit, but I guess that was mostly youthful enthusiasm.

Natsume: Surely they weren't aiming for athletic idols on the high roAD⁴, rigHT?

Even with the world upside doWN, that'd never be possibLE. If a world exists where Senpai is considered a high road idOL, I think I'd despaIR.

Tsumugi: Hey, I don't exactly want to be on the high road either, y'know?~ When I was still in fine, I quickly realized being on the high road wasn't for me.

Proof is there. Switch isn't a unit aiming for the high road, after all ♪

Natsume: HaH? Are you saying fine can do what Switch can'T? Are you saying we're not good enouGH?

Tsumugi: Eeh? I never said that!? How am I supposed answer then?…

I just worded it wrongly… I prefer to be an idol close to his fans rather than being far away from them because of popularity.

Natsume: …WeLL, you're only saying thinGS.⁵

Tsumugi: Eeh~… Then how am I supposed to have you trust me?

…Oh? Woah, I immediately got a reply to my email.

Seems like the company's had a lot of projects in the past. I should go make a copy of these documents real quick.

Natsume: You're constantly busy with woRK, aren't yoU? Won't it take too long to go all the way over theRE?

Tsumugi: Hehe, don't worry about it. I have my schedule cleared completely to focus on Switch. I'll get this done when working on tasks later ♪

Natsume: HM… WeLL, you're free to do whatever you waNT, buT--

--Don't return home too laTE. You'll have to be well-rested for Switch work tomorrOW.

Tsumugi: Yes, understood ♪

Ah also, Natsume-kun. If you don't mind, could you read my future with tarot?

Natsume: WhY.

Tsumugi: Why? Well, yesterday, you said you did a reading for Sora-kun, so...

If Sora-kun got his reading, I can have mine from Natsume-kun, too~.... Right? ♪

Natsume: Five hundred trillion yEN.

Tsumugi: H- hey, I can't afford that! And Sora-kun didn't have to pay, did he..?

Natsume: Shut uP. From your positiON, you're in no right to have such an attitUDE.

They're waiting for yOU, so get moviNG.

Tsumugi: You're right. I wanted to see if I could get any good omen, but... I'm sure you know there aren't any bad outcomes on the way.

Alright, I'll get going now. I'll bring lots of references!

Natsume: YeS, yES. Get going alreaDY.

...HmPH. That Senpai made me lose too much tiME.

Why'd he suddenly ask for a tarot reaDING. WeirDO...

......

"Wheel of Fortune"...⁶

...This doesn't feel right.

— 1- i suppose natsume isnt aware of this room?? or at least unfamiliar with it w this hesitation here 2- natsume uses an expression like "though not quite good" or like" more or less" so expressing some kind of condescension…harsh 3- omg here natsume mentions like "this is yakubyogami" who's an evil god believed to enter houses bring disease and misfortune to whoever it meets. i love how dramatic natsume is LOL 4- ok this is kinda hard to explain but its lit. the "royal road", or like a sort of "podium" where the most famous units are or sthn…royal road just sounded a bit eh 5- lit expression is like "you can say whatever with your mouth" which is close to like without actions words dont mean anything or smth like that yk 6- ok here i ABSOLUTELY have to mention this. so this is a tarot card as u might have guessed, and also concerning the separated chapters-- "the tower" is also a tarot card meaning danger, unforeseen change and crisis in a way. and "wheel of fortune" card means a life-changing element, a sudden change in a situation, such as the poor becoming rich or rich becoming poor. GOD I LOVE THIS SM

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Phobia (pt.1)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Type: Angst (maybe fluff?)

Warning(s): (Y/N) has been killed in her previous life

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"(F/N), I mean, we don't see that often but we finally found out what her phobia is and... As much as impossible we thought that it was, we think that she's afraid of humans. Your daughter is anthropophobic." the doctor held out his paper. The shivering mother asked what it meant for her daughter's past and future, almost breaking into tears as she heard the first part of the report of the doctor.

 "I don’t to sound too depressive but it won't be easy for her, she'll have a lot of trouble to even stay near people. Fearing people means that she has been killed in her previous life and she is most probably to be discriminated for it, she’ll need a lot of support."

When she was younger, (Y/N) had trouble to explain what she felt. Whenever people came too close from her, she began to shiver, her breath got stuck in her throat and she couldn't help but cry at the sudden fear that she felt growing inside of her. It felt so oppressive, so dangerous that she couldn't bear to hold the hand of someone, the only perspective of it made her heart clench uneasily, afraid of what that person could do. People thought this was only because she was a child and she might be a little to shy, stress getting the best of her each time someone tried to talk to her. Yet, when doctors understood that it actually was also happening with her own parents, they began to think that maybe, just maybe something was wrong. Maybe she was not only shy but got a bigger problem than what they first thought, and that was the beginning of the end.

Talking to her was nearly close to impossible as she always broke into tears and ran away, hiding in the dark from any hand that could reach her. One thing was sure, she was definitely not claustrophobic neither afraid of the dark because most of her hideout were in those kind of places as surprising as it sounded for a little girl. However, they began to elaborate some theories about the young girl and after long discussion they came to questions that they didn’t like and that were sure her parents wouldn’t like either. But they still had to try to ask her :

"Are you always afraid of people, (Y/N)?" And as she nodded still crying, they sighed knowing that this little girl would live with it for the rest of her life and that she would suffer, even more than her previous one. This girl, that was around 8, learnt that she was anthropophobic, that she was afraid of Humans in general.

And if you could think that this was no big deal, you're completely wrong.

If doctors were trying to find what her phobia was to begin with, it was not because of her strange behavior but because it was the requirement to do so. Because- not only a phobia would determine most of your life, but it also explained how you died in your previous life. And to say that (Y/N)'s parents were shocked would be an understatement, because it meant that their little princess had been killed in her previous life and nobody could know how.                              

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"Look at her! It's the victim!"

"So how does it feels? You must have been a bad person if you'd been killed!"

"Shouldn't you die already for what you did in your previous life?"

"This is the shame you should have felt when you where alive in your previous life."

"Look at yourself, aren't you pitiful, what if I say BOO!"

"Disgusting coward!"

"Did you know? It's the girl who was killed in her previous life, god knows what she did to deserve this but she probably does!"

"Do you think she got tortured? It would be only fair, I mean, look at her face, she looks so afraid of everything that she disgusts me! I hate people that weak."

Those were sentences that she heard as she grew up surrounded by kids who thought that they knew everything, that they knew her better than herself. And thanks to that kind of behavior, the young girl often toyed with this idea. There must have been a reason why she got killed after all, right? Death and Life were so much more complicated than it looked after all and death always seemed closer from her than life at some point. However as hard it was, as she grew up, she understood that nobody had a way to know how she had been killed. She could have been in the wrong place at the wrong moment, an accident, an operation that failed, a criminal... She didn't know and didn't want to know if she might be honest. This past life was already bringing her enough trouble in her actual one, so she didn’t really want to know exactly who she had been. She thought of all of those names she had been called, pretty much for nothing after all because nobody knew, not even her or the scientists. There were no way to know, no way to know if she deserved it like people liked to say because anything could have happened to her in that previous life. And if being called by a lot of unpleasant names was already hard, fearing people was way harder. Each person that came a bit too close to her felt threatening, as if she would be killed at any moment. She wondered for a moment if she wasn't feeling the same emotions that she felt before she died, yet she brushed it off, trying to forget what she lived in an another timeline who got her so much trouble in her actual one. But the feeling was so nerve wracking that she sometimes couldn't help but wonder what she did to deserve this. Her mind felt crowded with thoughts that had never been hers, her skin seemed sensitive to things that she never felt, fear rising for no apparent reasons, bruises appearing easier on her body than anyone else. Tired was an euphemism to explain how she felt and how she thought. She grew tired of those ridiculous feelings and fears that were taking a toll on her life. She wondered how it felt to live normally, surrounded by friends, family, people, to only fear something like stairs or something like that.

Yet despite every negative point of her phobia, at least, her situation let her understand that you should never make fun of a phobia. She felt ashamed when someone made fun of her phobia. She felt like she would never be enough for those people who could live a bit more freely than her. She knew how it felt to be rejected without people even tried to get to know her. Her phobia became what described her, a label, something put on her face that would always outdo her own self. Even if she feared people, she could see what happened around her, she wasn't blind despite the way some people talked about her or looked at her. She sometimes saw people running away from a simple book or being afraid of water, and despite her phobia being probably worse than these, she still thought that it might be harder to live their way, people would judge as well, even though they didn't know how it felt.

Thanks to her phobia, (Y/N) was a very down-to-earth person and if she were not afraid of Humans, she'd most probably have a lot of friends. Yet, wherever she went, she had to warn people about her phobia so that they wouldn't get too close from her whether it was at work or somewhere else. She was used to the laughter and giggles that followed her introduction, people trying to scare her each time they could and judging her whenever they thought she didn't listen, or they actually knew that she could hear them and it hurt even more to think this way, so she tried to disregard this option more than often.

"Hello, my name is (F/N)(L/N) and I'm afraid of people, so yes, it means that I've been killed in my previous life but please, for everyone safety, I'd like it if you could respect my personal space and don't come too close from me thank you." she bowed as she came in her new work place for the first time, knowing what would come after this, but oh well, she had no hopes left. She knew it was straight forward, perhaps a bit too much, but at least, there wouldn't be any misunderstandings.

(Y/N) worked in the computer science so that human contact wouldn't be much required and she didn't change a lot from places so it was all for the better to her. Although she hated her co-workers because of the rumors and whispering, she still had her little place and it felt a bit comforting not to have to always meet new people and all. The less people knew her, the better it would be.She knew how to dodge people's laughter, mockery, taunt, glances like a pro but she liked when she didn’t have to actually do it. (Y/N) always walked as if no one could see her because she was one to disappear pretty easily when she needed to. At least, she was a nobody, someone that people didn't know, didn't feel anything toward to. That was perhaps why they liked to make fun of her. They didn't feel anything when they did it, but the distraction was welcomed. Tears would be too easy to shed, blood would be way too easy to spread. She often played with those thought without actually giving up to them. She didn't consider herself as weak, so she wouldn't give in. Yet, darkness welcomed her warmly as it always did when she was a child, leaving her in her crowded mind, resonating voices, ringing yells, blinding memories. Take a breath and let them know, she thought. But she actually took a breath and gulped down everything else with her breathing. Tears would stay hidden, fears would crawl in her nightmares, feelings would be kept locked inside, away from the laughter. Locked away from anyone that could be a danger to her.

"Excuse me?" a young man that she never saw around looked at her with glassy eyes and she shivered a bit, not knowing what to do. She never saw him here, was he new?

"Y-yes?" she answered, hoping that he wouldn't ask her a favor.

"I-I'm new here and I'm lost in the building" he spoke very quickly, confusing her for a second before she registered what he said.

"Are you expecting me to help you?" she asked uneasy. She knew the comment seemed rude but she couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry if it's a b-bother but uh I have an a-autophobia" why the hell was he talking about his phobia ? "Uh it-it means that I fear to be alone." it clicked in her mind.

"Are you having a crisis due to actual condition?" and the only fact that he was dealing with a phobia attack was enough for her to stand up and actually get worried. She feared people but she felt a lot of things for them, especially giving that she knew how phobia could be a bother.

"p-pretty much" his hand was gripping his folder so hard that his knuckles had turned white. She walked a bit nearer from him but stopped suddenly when she saw him getting closer to her as well. She began to shiver as she saw that he was walking toward her. Her sudden want to help didn’t scare away her phobia and it came back to her, reminding her her place.

"Please don't come any closer from me!" she yelled suddenly making him wince at her sudden burst.

"I'm .. I'm sorry I didn't mean for you to get uncomfortable, I ... was seeking to a be a bit closer for comfort but I'll try even without." he smiled soothingly despite him still shivering like crazy. She felt a pang of guilt for not being able to comfort him but still, she had to think of herself before thinking of others. She couldn’t really do otherwise anyway.

"It's fine I guess... Let me show you the way then" she tried to stay composed, not giving away the fact that she wanted nothing but to run away. She hid her shivering hands in front of her while leading him to the main room, where he was most probably awaited. She knew that he couldn't be walking ahead of her since he didn't know the way but feeling his presence just behind her crept her so much that she prayed not to break down here and there. She mentally thanked him for not trying to strike a conversation with her. Weird how she just didn't want to tell him her phobia when she normally wouldn't bother to wait and just tell straight up what was wrong with her before being interrogated.

Yet, she didn't want him to know for some reasons, perhaps because she knew that he would feel even more guilty than before if she told him the reason of her previous outburst. She didn't really know why but she tried to keep going without stumbling and embar- wait, since when did she care about getting embarrassed?

"Oh (F/N)? What are you doing here? We usually never see you up there, the meeting room is always crowded anyway so..." the man began to chuckle much to (Y/N) disgust. How could he so obviously make fun of her when she tried to help someone and to, for once, overcome her phobia?

"I'm sorry for the bother, I was lost and Miss ... (F/N) showed me the way. Thank you so much, don't know what I would have done without you." he gave her a grateful smile which for some second melted her worries away before it brought her back to reality violently leaving of her only a shivering mess as she could hear voices all around her and everywhere. It felt like the whole room was resonating from stranger's voices and the threat that they might represented made (Y/N) loose her focus for a while before she hurried back in the empty corridor, almost running, hoping that nobody watched her doing so as she fell down on the floor at the first corner that she found. She hid her body from the way, trying to keep breathing, she clutched her hands together and tried to empty her mind. She had to breath, she had to hide from the world, from anyone’s eyes. She needed to feel secure and safe. She felt tears running on her cheeks and she tried to not fall completely apart as she could hear a voice, far from her but at the same time, it felt like the person was almost touching her.

Almost?

(Y/N) opened her eyes when she realized that hands were hovering around her and that she could already feel human's warmth surrounding her without even touching her. She screamed in terror, violently trying to pry away from those arms, kicking the air or someone, she didn't care, she just needed to get away, now, fast. She felt something scratching her arm and when she opened her eyes again, she noticed that she had thrown herself away on the wall, scratching her shoulder and arm and she was already bleeding. She raised her eyes to meet the one of the previous man that she had led here. His eyes were wide opened and his jaw had fallen, he almost looked as frightened as her.

She should have told him.

"I-I'm s-sorry... It's n-not against you i-it's j-just ..."

"Your phobia" he ended for her, seeing how much troubles she was having from speaking only.

"Y-yeah" she muttered under her breath, trying to compose herself again, slowly getting up.

"You're afraid of being surrounded or something like that right?" he asked still quite shocked at her reaction.

"Humans in general." she corrected him without much thought.

"Ah I se- Wait does that mean tha-"

"Yeah I've been killed in my previous life." she cut him abruptly, not wanting to go further. She felt her shivers not leaving her body and she wondered how much time it would take her to actually calm down.

"I... I'm sorry I shouldn't have come too close without knowing your phobia, it was inconsiderate." he tried to soothe her as much as he could, yet he was completely lost. He usually calmed people down with hugs, or holding hands or whatever kind of warmth that he could give them. But here he was, unable to do any of his options because her condition would only get worse and it killed him even though he didn’t know her at all. He just understood how kind of her it had been to lead him here despite her condition.

"It-It's fine, pl-please just g-get away from me" she quietly asked, trying to run away from him. It hurt him to see that she was desperate to get away. He knew that it was not against him in particular but his own phobia kicked in as he saw her running away. He felt alone. So fucking alone that it became hard to breath until he heard other voices behind him.

"Hey Jung-shi! You met (F/N) as we saw?" the man that had previously looked nice had a twisted smile on his face and Hoseok didn't know if he liked it.

"Y-Yeah I did. I feel so bad, I-"

"You don't have to, no worries. People that have that kind of phobia usually were criminals in their past lives so she only deserves it." the man laughed and it angered Hoseok.

"How could you say this? Her life must be a living hell and her actual self has nothing to do with her pat one, nobody knows what he was in his previous life." the man starred at Hoseok, confused, but his eye became darker for a second, looking at him with clear scorn.

"Well why would phobia exist then if it didn't matter?"

#bts #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x Y/N #Jung hoseok #jhope #bts jhope #bts hobi #jung hobi #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x Y/N #jhope x you #jhope x reader #jhope x y/n #au #phobia!au #phobia #antropophobia #autophobia #loads of angst #angst #bts angst #bts fluff

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☠♥♢⚜☀☢❀❥♒❣ owo

the salty af munday meme ; accepting

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

Spreading any form of TERF rhetoric is going to get you blocked.  Period.  And I don’t negotiate on that.  I don’t care how long we’ve been rping or whatever,  the moment I spot that shit,  it’s over. 

On a less serious note,  I also will quickly unfollow people who do clutter my dash with things unrelated to the fandom or their character.  I will unfollow people who reblog callouts that surround an incident that could have easily been solved with an IM.  People who use me as a resource blog and make no attempt to interact.

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

I was dragged into a huge overly dramatic situation due to my friend breaking off from a very toxic friendship,  and it ruined my rp experience for a while.  I do not wish to speak of it openly any further than this.

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz

I have had someone basically steal my entire character,  from her basic appearance to her history.  The only thing missing was the icons,  but it was enough that I no longer write that character anymore,  out of fear that they will somehow resurface and claim I have stolen from them.

⚜ How many people do you not like?

answered here

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

If you want to interact,  please reach out!  I understand,  severe anxiety is a very real,  and now,  more than ever,  prominent issue.  But sometimes,  people really use it as an excuse not to even attempt sending in a meme or what have you.  And it does start to feel like what’s the point of even following,  or following back,  if you have no intention to actually interact.

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

Supposedly POC friendly icon psds that turn brown skinned characters ORANGE.  Any shade of orange,  you name it,  there’s a psd out there that will do it.  I also put it hand in hand with icon psds that overly saturate or deep fry.  Terrible trend,  can we please move on?

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

See worst thing that’s happened to me rp wise.

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

Yes,  but I’m finally able to look at that FC again without feeling nauseous.

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

answered here

❣ How salty are you feeling right now? 

Honestly?  I’m just tired.  It’s a little past 4 am for me,  but I’m keeping an eye on Frosty.

#soothsaer #⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 ›› ㅤ ❝ the writer is a marionette #⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ›› ㅤ ❝ would you tell me，please，which way I ought to go from here?

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shine▲polyhedric tri-lights 【ep 6】

♢ characters: sora, tsukasa, madara

♢ season: winter

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〈 After finishing the skating session, in Starmony Dorm's shared room 〉

Sora: ♪~♪~

(When in doubt, gather information!)

(Both Shisho and Senpai have gone back to their rooms, but Sora will use his leftover energy to collect more knowledge in sports fashion magazines!)

(It's true we live in an era where anything can be found in e-book formats using a tablet and such, but…)

(Sora feels he can learn much more by feeling the texture of the paper while reading~♪)

(Hm… Oh? Giant-san is a model in this magazine!)

(Giant-san must be so warm with so much fur on. It definitely was a good idea to have him teach us his knowledge.)

(Sora feels Giant-san's "color" is really close to what the fashion company's looking for.)

(If we all spend more time with Giant-san, surely we'll be able to find a new us, too~.)

Tsukasa: What are you reading, Harukawa-kun?

Sora: Oh, Tsuka-chan! Good work today!

Sora is reading a fashion magazine! It's full of brand new discoveries and sooo fun!

Would you like to read it with him? Sora's sure it'll be twice as much fun if you join him~♪

Tsukasa: It's unusual for you to read a fashion magazine.

Hmm. I see some casual and street styles over here. Do you like this kind of clothing?

Sora: Nope. Sora's reading it as a part of his current job!

Our new challenge is to show a more sporty side of Switch.

Tsukasa: A… sporty side of Switch..?

Well, this is surprising me a bit, considering your unit's usual theme is centered around magic.

But I suppose new challenges are essential in the idol industry. It's necessary to be like an arrow from a bow.¹

I'll be supporting you from afar, Harukawa-kun.

Please let me know if I can help in any way. We are one of the few classmates in NEW DIMENSION, so…

Let's do our best together so keep up against the other agencies.

Sora: Thank you so much, Tsuka-chan~. Sora will do his best too!

Ah, speaking about cooperation… Can Sora ask you something~?

Tsukasa: What is it? I'll answer to the extent of my abilities.

Sora: Well, everyone in Switch is inexperienced in sports clubs, and we're all feeling kinda lost.

Tsukasa: Inexperienced and lost..?

Now that's new. Are you guys trying to venture into something you have no experience in?

I think taking on this challenge is a good thing, but you're still very skilled at games. Was going in that direction a bad idea?

Sora: About that, Sora and the others are in a complicated situation.

This project is a menace from the past that came for us!

Tsukasa: A menace from the past..? Do you think you could explain further?

Sora: Of course! Sora will try to make it short~

That "menace from the past" Sora mentionned earlier is a prediction Shisho made during Sora's tarot reading.

When the unit was first formed, our proposal looked like… "The 'S' in Switch stands for the 'S' in sports!". It was quickly approved, and we had to work with it.

Tsukasa: Switch doing sports? That's quite puzzling…

Sora: Hmm~. Did Sora simplify his explanation too much? Communication is hard.

Tsukasa: Nono. The point came across well through that summary somehow.

For instance, Knights used to go by the name "Chess".

Switch was going to be a sporty unit at that time. I suppose that proposal from the past was simply dug back up.

Sora: !! That does fits in the timeline!! You're so smart and helpful, Tsuka-chan~☆

Tsukasa: Hehe. What can I say? I guess my daily studies do come in handy.

…Alright, let's not cheer up over that too much. Back to the initial topic.

Sora: Tsuka-chan? Your "color" seems so serious suddenly.

Tsukasa: Yes. If you see it that way, then I think your perception is correct.

Maybe if this was only casual chatting, you could've kept on with your praises longer…

The more you talk about Switch like that, the more this situation feels sort of… off.

Sora: ….?

Tsukasa: You said earlier you wished to talk to someone with experience in sports club. Of course, if I can help with my own experience in the archery club, that'd be great.

But I feel like you're not exactly aware of the important thing here.

I suppose that proposal for Switch was made right after you entered Yumenosaki Academy, right?

If I'm not mistaken, it was around that time when Switch's activities began.

Sora: Yes. Shisho invited me to join his unit. Of course, our bonds weren't as strong back then.

Is there something wrong about that…?

Tsukasa: Well, yes. It would make sense if you were the one to make this proposal, since you are very good at sports after all.

However, that proposal was submitted shortly after you joined the company--Back then, Switch was a sports-oriented unit, right?

Neither Aoba-senpai nor Sakasaki-senpai give off a sporty impression.

So isn't it puzzling that they still chose to present Switch in such a way?

Perhaps the seniors are hiding something about circumstances concerning Switch's formation.

Sora: Hiding something…?

(Shisho and Senpai are lying?)

(That's… No way, no way! It can't be!)

(We've talked about it and promised the three of us would work hand in hand for Switch…)

(That's why Sora's sure they just forgot about it. Yesterday was a tough day, after all.²)

Tsukasa: Are you okay, Harukawa-kun? You've suddenly gone quiet…

Sora: S- Sora is okay. HaHa~, he was just very deep in thoughts!

Sora was a little taken aback by what Tsuka-chan said.

But, Sora isn't the same as he was before, where he'd watch and worry silently about his unitmates' "colors".

Tsukasa: Hehe. And here I thought I was the only one who had grown.

I can see that you're growing the same way. I'm sure the current Sora will be able to tell why Switch has changed course.

Sora: HiHi~♪ Just as you said, Tsuka-chan~♪

Sora's sure he'll be okay now!

Sora will prove the current Switch is no longer what it was last year…☆

〈 On the evening 〉

Sora: Thank you so much for today, Giant-san!

Madara: Don't mind it! I've learned a lot myself, too.

If you ever need anything else, don't hesitate to ask me. We do share the same room and same agency, after all!

Sora: …Well, about that…

Sora: Sora needs your help with something. Can he ask you a favor?

Madara: Hoo..?

— 1- okay i had some trouble adapting this one but this basically means literally. "to be able to pluck the eyeball of a living horse" which is to be alert and "outmaneveur" others to gain more profit..so acting smart but theres also some notion of doing something really quickly? theres some kind of reference to competition as well isnt there..i rly love this expression, it does fit idol industry a lot. i thought using an archery metaphore fit tsuka more 2- here sora describes it as like…the hardest day of the year? i mean technically since the year just begun its kinda ok BUT DAMN :((

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