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HIII, I wanted to ask for a one shot (if possible) about Aizawa x idol!reader, that it's about the reader being a Kpop idol, and Aizawa is very obsessed with her and goes to all her concerts and spies on her and etc.. . something like that
(Laser: Hello! Thanks for the request :) This was an interesting one to work on and I hope I did it justice. It kind of goes full yandere at the end, so I hope that's alright.)
Idol-ization (Aizawa/F!Idol!Reader)
Content: Yandere themes, obsession, stalking, kidnapping.
MHA-MHA-MHA
Aizawa couldn't explain it.
He had no interest in idols, in celebrity culture in general. Your music wasn't anything like the music he usually listened to, and he'd never been one to be swayed by the looks of a beautiful woman.
But the moment he saw you, he just knew he was doomed. And maybe he'd doomed you, too.
You were in Japan as a part of your world tour, performing concerts and the occasional interview in-between. One of those interviews was with "Put Your Hands Up! Radio" and Mic, who was actually a fan of your music, wouldn't shut up about having the opportunity to meet you. Aizawa had no interest in it, but he let his friend carry on about it anyway.
He happened to be stopping by Mic’s radio station to discuss UA business the day of your interview. He caught some of the end of it as he waited for his friend outside of the broadcast booth, watching you chat with the voice hero live on air through the glass window.
He was struck then by your grace, holding yourself in the way a princess might. By your laugh, a sound that smoothly washed over him, warm and sweet. And your eyes-
God, your eyes.
So… genuine and alluring. There was sincerity there, a spirit that drew him in, and he found that he couldn’t look away from you.
As the interview came to an end, Mic was eager to introduce the two of you. You smiled at Aizawa and shook his hand, and Aizawa was surprised by the softness of your skin, how delicate and breakable you felt in his grasp. He’d forgotten how fragile a person could be.
He followed you back to your hotel that night.
A full week passed of surveilling your every move before he could stop and consider what the hell he was even doing.
This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t behavior wasn’t healthy, especially regarding a stranger. He knew this, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was so fascinated by you, your every move enchanted for him for reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.
Aizawa learned a lot about you in a short amount of time. Your every waking moment was centered around your career, you were constantly rehearsing, exercising, going to interviews, performances. He learned some of your songs by heart, learned your catchphrases, your brand tie-ins, your style.
He also learned how strict you were with yourself, maintaining your appearance and persona with a level of discipline he rarely saw in anyone. You didn’t allow yourself a single slip-up or indulgence. The grace he was struck by when he first met you was something that you diligently maintained.
He was impressed by your commitment, but also concerned. Constantly working like that wasn’t sustainable (the irony of him having such a thought was completely lost on him). There was only so long someone could continue going the way you were before shutting down.
There were other concerns, too, like just how poor your security was.
You had a small, pitiful detail that had not once caught on to Aizawa’s presence, who barely managed to maintain your precious privacy away from your fans, who wouldn’t stand a chance should a real threat approach you. He’d tailed you when you went to your performances and interviews, sneaking into venues and studios with alarming ease. He had to grit his teeth when he watched your security allow people to get too close. At times, a fan even managed to touch your arm or just barely graze through your beautiful hair. It infuriated him.
You were too vulnerable. You didn’t have an offensive quirk and you had no fighting experience, so there was no way you could properly defend yourself. And the people who were supposed to be looking out for you were doing a piss poor job.
You would never have to worry about anything if Aizawa were there. He knew he could protect you, keep you safe, maybe even convince you to get some rest. If it were up to him.
The last straw was when the inevitable happened and your pathetic security allowed a fan to get through while you were resting one evening (early morning, actually) in your hotel room after a performance. The bastard actually managed to get into your room, catching you by surprise as you were trying to enjoy one of your few precious minutes of free time.
Fortunately, Aizawa was looking out for you. He was in the room and had the pest wrapped up in his capture weapon before you could even scream, anger and a fierce protectiveness the likes of which he’d never felt before coursing through his veins.
When you turned those gorgeous eyes of yours to him, expression full of confusion, dawning recognition, and the lingering hints of fear, he felt his heart throb painfully. He crossed the room to you, grasping your shoulders gently, but firmly. You looked so beautiful, yet so fragile. Too fragile. This world was too dangerous for you, and as that thought cemented itself in his head, something dark and twisted settled in his chest.
He squeezed your shoulders, the gesture meant to be comforting, but there was a possessive edge to it.
“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, a tone of finality to his voice, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” He pulled you closer to him, your surprised resistance, still not completely grasping the situation you were in, doing little to stop him.
“I’m going to keep you safe.”
That night, a famous idol on tour in Japan disappeared from her hotel room without a trace.
(Requests)
Hello! I saw your requests were open and figured why not propose an idea for a little drabble :D
Imagine Dabi as the Phantom of the Opera and Reader as Christine. I feel like the role just suits him since it's a little on the Yandere side without being crazy and the mask works for covering his dead skin. HES ALSO JUST BEAUTIFUL!
Thank you!
(Laser: Okay, this was a fun one. I watched the 1925 movie for research and Lon Chaney's Phantom was kind of fitting for Dabi? He had kind of a mean edge to him that I thought worked well. Thank you for the request! I think it might be a little OOC but I hope it's alright ^u^)
Pairing: Dabi/fem!Reader, Slight Hawks/fem!Reader (I cast him as Raoul lmao)
Content: Yandere, kidnapping, murder, rough handling. Reader is delicate and timid.
MHA-MHA-MHA
There were whispers of a phantom haunting the Musutafu Opera House, only seen out of the corner of one's eye, wreathed in flames so hot they burned blue. He terrorized the management, making demands that, should they not be met, would lead him to enact his fiery curse. His threats were not to be taken lightly. He had already killed some of the stagehands, leaving behind nothing but scorch marks and ash on the floor where a man once stood. It was because of this that the mysterious specter had earned another moniker: Dabi.
Amid this tumultuous time at the opera house, your star was rising. You had gone from a nobody to the understudy of the Prima Donna in record time, and it was all thanks to the guidance of the Angel of Music. Only ever appearing to you as a voice, the Angel had helped you hone your abilities in singing, all he asked for in return was your devotion and one day, he said, he would appear to you and demand your love. It filled you with a sense of trepidation, and yet, as you continued to rise in fame and prominence, you felt that you should be grateful, shouldn't you?
But you were conflicted. As much as you were indebted to the Angel of Music, you had someone else in your heart: your childhood sweetheart, Keigo, reunited again after all these years. You didn't know how you were meant to devote yourself wholly to your master while you still carried Keigo in your heart.
But before you knew it, the day your master came for your love was upon you. It was time to prove your devotion to him.
MHA-MHA-MHA
Chaos at the Opera House.
The management had defied the Phantom's demands and were paying the price.
In the middle of a performance of Faust, blue flames erupted above the audience, weakening the supports of the building's grand chandelier and sending it crashing down onto the spectators. Screams and shouts rang out as cast and audience member alike rushed to evacuate or help those crushed beneath the large, fallen structure.
You fled back into your dressing room to escape the panic, your heart racing at what you just witnessed. You braced yourself against your door, catching your breath. That's when the voice of the Angel called out to you.
"(Name), it's time..." his voice echoed the room, a rough, striking rasp.
"Master?" you gasped out, looking out into the empty room.
"Yes, your master has come for you," there was an eagerness, an urgency to his voice. "Just like I promised."
Suddenly, the large wall mirror opposite to you gave a mighty creak, and you watched in stunned silence as it shifted and slowly gave way to a dimly lit hidden passage.
"Walk through the mirror and join me," his voice sounded from somewhere within the passage, sounding clearer than ever now that you weren't separated by the wall.
You took a couple of tentative steps forward, part of your mind warning you that something was wrong, to not follow this voice. But loyalty and, admittedly, curiosity drew you forward, first tentatively and then more confidently. The door to your dressing room burst open, making you stumble your way into the passage in surprise. You turned around, hearing Keigo call out your name only for the passage to close once more, sealing you away.
Shakily, you looked around you. You were on a dimly lit staircase made of old stone. Dust and cobwebs surrounded you, immediately clinging to your dress and hair. Peering down the dark steps ahead of you, you felt dread curl in your stomach.
"Finally."
A hand grasped your shoulder from behind and you cried out in fright, spinning around and losing your footing. You nearly fell down the stairs if not for the arm going around your waist and the hand wrapping around your wrist. You were pulled forward, flush against a too-warm body and you looked up into the masked face of the man before you.
The white mask covered his face completely and the rest of his body was draped in black. The only visible part of him was his eyes that were such a vibrant turquoise that you swore they glowed in the low lighting. You were stiff with shock, unable to move by the intimidating figure this stranger cut.
"Don't be scared," he pulled you even closer, his masked face drawing nearer. His eyes were bright as they greedily drank you in. "It's me, your master, your Angel of Music."
Your eyes widened as you recognized the deep rasp of his voice. "It is you..." the angel that had been guiding you, mentoring you, helping you cultivate your talents was the person in front of you.
You didn't know how to feel.
This is not what you expected when the angel had first spoken to you, for him to turn out to be this dark figure in a mask. Your head was spinning, your nerves ramped up from the chaos of the theater and now this strange meeting. You were caught off guard when his grip on your wrist tightened and he was suddenly ushering you down the stairs, practically dragging you along in his hurry.
So much was happening so fast as he took you deep beneath the Musutafu Opera House, into the old catacombs that the building had been built over. Before you knew it, he'd turned more corners than you could keep track of, and you realized then that you were truly at his mercy. Should you venture out on your own, you would be hopelessly lost.
He took you through a heavy door, into a private chamber of sorts. The door closed with a deafening thud, the sound of him turning a key in the lock feeling dreadfully ominous.
You turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. You were alone with him now, in an unfamiliar place. You felt vulnerable. Afraid.
He turned away from the door, looking down at you in all his imposing glory. He stalked closer to you, and you couldn’t help but back up. He paused, chuckling, it was a dark sound that filled the space.
“I’m not going to hurt you, you know,” he said, and he grabbed your wrist again, yanking you closer to him. He peered down into your eyes, his presence so overwhelming, “now that I’ve brought you home, I plan on treating you right.”
Home. You glanced around, taking in how… lived-in the space was, decorated with various rugs and mismatched furniture. It was a home, his home.
“I...I can’t stay here,” you found your voice, though it was small. “Please take me back.”
“No?” his voice had a hard edge to it. He brought his other hand up to grip your face, “it’s what you promised me, isn’t it? All that work I put into making you a star, making sure those bastards at the Opera put you on the stage like you deserve, and you’re gonna back out on your end of the deal?”
He sounded angry, his eyes wide behind his mask, almost deranged.
You pushed his hand away from your face, shaking your head, “stop it- you’re scaring me…” Your benevolent Angel of Music was nowhere to be seen. In its place stood a devil.
“Maybe you should be scared,” he said and you gasped as you found yourself pushed against a wall of cold, unforgiving stone, his hands gripping your shoulders. “Maybe it’ll help you understand. You’re mine, you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I made you, (Name), and now I’ve brought you home.”
“No!” you brought your hands up to push him away, one of your hands knocking against his mask. He stepped back as the mask fell, falling to the ground with a clatter.
You gasped.
The man’s face was covered in heavy burn scars, dying skin literally being held together by staples. He brought his hand to his now bare face, slowly turning his eyes back to you. He smirked, a cold laugh leaving his mouth.
“Terrible, isn’t it?” he asked, eyes flashing dangerously, “well, don’t be shy, take a nice long look, (Name)!”
He grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing you face to face with him as he grinned cruelly down at you. He seemed to take pleasure in your fear. You struggled, your legs weak from fright at the sudden rough handling and he let you fall to the ground in a shaking heap.
He took some steps back and suddenly, he was on fire, blue flames rising from his hands. The clothing of his upper body burned away, revealing even more scarred, stapled skin.
“You’re the Phantom…” you realized as you looked up at him from the ground, the blue flames unmistakable. “You’re Dabi…!”
He grinned, crouching down in front of you, “that’s right. I’m the monster that’s been terrorizing the Opera House,” he tilted his head, his turquoise eyes cold as ice, “but before I was a monster, I was a man named Touya. It was the world up there that made me like this! Society and that stupid old man!”
You trembled as he ranted, unable to face the revelation that the Phantom and your angel were one and the same. You felt faint, dizzy as your world flipped upside down. You were unable to resist as he took your face in his hands, his touch almost gentle.
“But I’m ready now,” he said, bringing himself closer to you. “To take what I deserve, and burn down anything that stands in my way.”
You lost consciousness as his lips pressed to yours.
(Requests)
꒰ ྀི 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ! ⁽ ྀི𓏼´ ᩳ `𓏼⁾
𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗂！ 𝗂𝗆 𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗂，𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗎𝗒𝗎！(..◜ᴗ◝..) 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦／𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺，𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾！（𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗅）
🅡🅔🅐🅓 🅜🅞🅡🅔 ೀ
𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇／𝗃𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗌，𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌！ 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅，𝗁𝗎𝗁？ཻུ۪۪♡
𓏲𝄢 𝗂 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌 （𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺）𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅，𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗑𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨：𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗐𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌， 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍— 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽）？）， 𝖺𝗇𝖽， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗒𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 "𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼" 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌， 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌， 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌， 𝖾𝗍𝖼．
𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 + 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🫧 ︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀ ¡s︎ǝı̣ʇo︎o︎ɯ p︎ǝǝu︎ ı̣
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ⋆˚࿔ 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤-𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣, 𝙠𝙤𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙖, 𝙛𝙪𝙮𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙞, 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙞, 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚, 222, 𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙝𝙞𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞, 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙤, 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪
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❺ 𝖿𝖺𝗏 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌：𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋，𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋，𝖽𝗈𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗂，𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗌𝗁𝖺 𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺，𝗋𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺，𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇．♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚ ❸ 𝖿𝖺𝗏 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌：𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗓，𝗆𝗌𝗂，𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗋． ❺ 𝗄𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗌：𝗍𝗐𝗂𝖼𝖾，𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌，𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗆，𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺，𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌
❺ 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌：𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒，𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌，𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽，𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾，𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ⊹₊⟡⋆ ❸ 𝗍𝗏 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌：𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖺，𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌，𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 ❸ 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖾：𝗆𝗁𝖺，𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖺，𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋
❺ 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌： 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗌 𝟥+𝟦，𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋，𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗒，𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗉𝖺，𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗑
❺ 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌：𝖼𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗂𝖾，𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌，𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒，𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗉，𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
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SOBBING SUCH EMOTION
this game
✧tags: yandere cheater x reader pt. 3
✧warnings: kidnapping, bondage, MNDI, reader is touched inappropriately
✧a/n: hey guys this is gonna be the final part of my yandere cheater, i really appreciate all the love i've got so far and i'm excited to show you all what I thought up for the final bit! don't hate me too much for the end haha
part 1 - part 2 - part 3
The first sensation that hits you as you wake is a burning feeling in your throat. you shoot up immediately and go into a coughing fit, what happened? The second sensation is the blinding bright lighting, a harsh white compared to the soft yellow in your dorm. Your eyelids feel stuck as you try to open your eyes, almost as if they were glued together.
You force your eyes open and your surroundings alarm you, even in your drowsy state. This room clearly wasn't yours. In fact, it wasn't Raph's either. You knew his room, messy and boyish but not sterile and clean like this. You observe your surroundings, a mostly empty room with minimal items but all necessary furniture.
Then you locate the cause of the ache in your wrists; two tightly tied ropes connecting you to the bed frame. You try to pull away, hoping the knots will come loose but to no avail. Your legs are free unlike your arms, but bare. You're dressed in a large t-shirt, something you knew Raph owned and just your panties. You dreaded being exposed to Raph in such an intimate way, especially considering that he most likely changed you, but the thin layers were better than nothing.
As if hearing your silent plea that he shouldn't come through the door, Raph enters with the click of the lock unlatching. His smug, almost satisfied look makes you uneasy. What did he have planned for you?
"Finally up sweets? I was gettin' bored without ya" he drawls out, stalking closer to the bed with every step.
You inhale sharply and attempt to pull yourself into a sitting position by your wrists, not wanting to be lying down as that man approached you. But almost as if reading your mind, he crawls into the bed. Grabbing your ankle and pulling you down into a resting position with him over you.
"Uh uh" he tuts, "No runnin' away, but I mean-" he cracks a menacing grin. "It's not like there's anywhere to run to huh?"
Your eyebrows furrow as you plead with him, "Raph please, just let me go and I won't tell anyone what you did. If you have any love or at least respect for me, please let me go"
He cocks his head to the side as if thinking about your demand, then all of a sudden-
BAM!
He's on top of you, hands on either side of your head and legs keeping your legs down. "I'm doing this because I love you, can't you see? I know imma asshole for cheating but c'mon. Don't say you didn't miss me"
You scoff and hiss out your words, "Miss you? You're just a cheating lowlife and psycho who couldn't take what he dished out"
"Psycho?" He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks in the process. "Well yer life is in the hands of this psycho darling, so I'd watch what you say" He leans in even closer, his hair now tickling your forehead. "All I did was prove my love for you, getting rid of that bitch, taking care of my brother. They were all getting in between us"
You try to stay calm but tears start to form in your eyes, he was the one who tore you two apart. Not your friends or his brother. "It was you that got between us. Just because you tried to right your wrongs, in the worst way possible, doesn't mean I need to forgive you"
Like he was waiting for you to say that, he grins again "Forgive me? Oh, you'll be forgiving me soon"
He lifts up your body just enough to allow his larger one to fit under you, you were lying on him. Just like when you were together. His face rests on your shoulder as one of his hands grabs a remote off the bed stand next to the bed, arms encircling your waist with the remote in the front.
He then turns on the TV opposite of the bed, the news network flashes on screen.
A woman dressed in formal wear and a bun appeared at a mahogany desk, her face holding a solemn expression. "A horrible tragedy has struck the local university today" A picture of a university, no. Your university flashes on the screen. "A university student had been found in the dorms on campus, horribly injured" A picture of Ray flashes on screen. No.
"Thankfully, an anonymous tip earlier that day proved to save this young man's life as paramedics arrived on the scene just in time" She continues, "Sadly, he has fallen into a coma due to health complications. So please, we ask you to send your love and strength to this young man's family."
Her face looks sterner now, "The main suspect at the moment is a young woman who owned the dorm the student was found in" No, it can't be- "(y/n) is seemingly on the run at the moment, please notify your local police station if you see her in your city" A picture of you pops up. No, no no.
With that Raph clicks the TV off, grinning. "Oh wow, you really did all that (y/n)?"
You don't say anything, face frozen as you stare at the dark TV.
Raph catches onto your shock and coos in your ear, rough hands caressing your waist "Oh darling you're free to stay here, I mean it's not like you have anywhere else to go"
You turn your head toward him to the best of your abilities and blurted out, "What did you do"
His eyebrows raise as his grin widens, "I didn't do anything, not my fault you decided to move to such a low-security dorm. I mean, no cameras or security guards? Besides, who would believe you?"
You spit out your words with venom, "My parents will, my friends will, Ray will. You won't escape this"
"Oh really, the same parents who are countries away? The same friends who fucked your boyfriend? Don't get me started on Ray, but it's not like that vegetable can say anything"
Your hope starts to diminish, he was somewhat right. Your so-called 'friends' would never vouch for you. It would be a miracle if your parents would come in time to help your case; even if they did, the odds were stacked against you.
And Ray, poor Ray. He didn't deserve this, he deserved the life he always dreamed about. The little farmhouse in the countryside, a beautiful wife, and a few kids. Even if it wasn't with you, he deserved it and so much more.
You couldn't ignore the feeling of Raphs body beneath yours, his hands gripping you. Was this the way it would end? Hopelessly alone, doomed to be unhappy? The one you loved was battling death, barely alive and here you were: unable to to anything but cry.
Were you crying? You snap out of your daze to a strange wetness on your cheeks, salty moistness. Did you deserve to cry? What could you have done differently to stop this? Would things be different if you had never initiated something with Ray, if you had stayed with Raph, if you had never come to this university?
But the hot breath hitting your neck told you everything you needed to know, this was your now, your forever. Trapped in the arms of your merciless captor, one who wouldn't spare even his own family.
Forever bound to misery, the only witness of your downward spiral would be the cold walls of this house. Funny, how it only took a few hours to strip you of everything you were. All that was left now was a husk, a memory of what was before.
Perhaps, he really had won.
a/n: so ik you guys wanted to keep ray alive and technically i did, but i may or may not have twisted it a bit haha. i consider this ending the true ending but i'll take suggestions to write shorter stories on the alternate paths the reader could have gone down to change their fate!
𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲. ʏ. ɪsᴀɢɪ
⏤͟͟͞͞✧𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐱 !𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.
⏤͟͟͞͞𖦹𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your loving boyfriend changed after the last time you saw him before blue lock.
⏤͟͟͞͞⚠︎𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝
⏤͟͟͞͞✐𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this took so long because of no motivation, not proofread.
Having Isagi as your boyfriend was truly an experience that you are forever grateful for. It has its ups and downs but overall its been a total dream. Well I mean it was before he changed.
Less time outside and more time inside with his hands firmly gripping your waist and an unmoving determination to do... Something? He seemed almost scared? Whatever it was he wasn't like this before.
See, he was truly a sweetheart when you met him. Sure he could say some jaw dropping shit to people on the field but you brushed it off as stuff said in the heat of the moment. It's not like he said any of the stuff to you so it's all good, right?
Plus, he wouldn't judge you at your lowest so you shouldn't judge him either. He was just seriously into soccer and he wasn't gonna let anyone take that away from him. He felt the same way about you too. Which at first glance seemed sweet a few weeks into dating you noticed that he wasn't always a sweetheart especially when you were around. He would always hold your hand tighter and try to stay close to you. Not terrible right? Well he does that because one time one of his dearest teammates came over to introduce themself and Isagi... Didn't like that at all.
"So yeah nice to meet you I'm Chigiri" He reached out his hand, a nice calm and genuine gesture. He was respectful and had a vibrancy that you couldn't exactly explain but you just knew he seemed like a good friend and man to Isagi. As soon as your hands are at least an inch away from each other a loose ball comes flying directly at your hand which made him withdraw.
You guys both looked in the direction that ball was flying from and saw Isagi rubbing the back of his neck and nervously smiling and laughing. "My bad guys! Loose ball, you guys okay?" Chigiri looked curious for a second before looking at Isagi with a smile and shaking his head softly. You nervously laughed too but it was more of a laugh of uncertainty
"Watch out, Isagi. You almost took our heads off!" The redhead laughed and looked at you with a soft smirk. "This dude can't aim for shit" you giggle light heatedly and wave Chigiri 'bye' as he walked back on the field pass Isagi who was approaching you.
"You totally almost took our hands off with that, Ichi" You smiled and giggled as he took your hand into his and lightly kissed it. He looked at you right in your eyes with a soft expression and pressed a small kiss on your forehead. "That was my bad, won't happen again, pretty girl." He pulled you into a warm embrace and rested his chin on your head. Little did you know that his facial expressions darkened as he looked at Chigiri in the distance but popped right back to normal as you kissed his cheek and excused yourself to get lunch.
So that was a bit weird but it didn't stop there. One time while you were walking around the spacious blue lock facility you made a wrong turn and saw a little bit of the changing room and it was.... Occupied to say the least. Your face lit up and you quickly walked away but to your misfortune someone saw you or rather some people.
"Found somethin you liked, tiny?"
Damnit! You turn around quickly towards the voice and see two shirtless guys. One with a lime stripe through his snowy locks and one with more darker hair that snaps at strange ankles. Wait, that sounds like.. Otoya? Karasu?
"Oh! I'm sorry! I know how this looks but I promise I wasn't peaking I was just trying to fi-" "Shhhh, it's okay. You don't have to lie, you were bored because you were left unattended and now you want something to excite you."
"What!?! Okay there's a big misunderstanding I'm actually looking for my boyf-"
"Y/N...What the fuck..." There he was. At the end of the dark hallway walking towards you 3 with a scarily quiet and angry face. His steps were heavy and echoed down the hallway. He stopped a few feet away from karasu and otoya and he looked... Deranged. His veins were bulging out on his neck and hands. He fists were already balled up and he didn't break eye contact with either of the two men.
"You're dating Mr. Average, Tiny?" Karasu looked at Isagi with a goofy face. Like he was trying to decipher the joke or trying to figure out the sum of money I was being paid to go along with him
"Such a shame." Otoya shook his head and rested his head in the palm of his hand.
"Truly not bon." The dark haired man said as made a 'smarty' face and pretended to hold a magnifying glass while examining you carefully. He frowned upon his inspection.
Isagi looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel and he just got done with a game so this is the last thing he needed. You hauled your boyfriend off down the hallway to somewhere else. Where otoya and karasu wouldn't be able to antagonize your precious Isagi anymore.
The final straw though was when you were walking around with some water and towels for your beloved Isagi but you had the misfortune of running into Rin first. A tired and sweaty Rin. He was panting heavily and his hair draped over his face but as soon as he heard the door close and saw you with all that equipment, he quickly took his fill.
Of course you let him know real fast that the stuff wasn't for him but it's not like he'd care, he's Rin Itoshi. Stuck up bastard. You weren't gonna let him just take it, no you were going to fight for that shit you got it for Isagi not for his bitch ass.
You jumped at him and pushed him into a wall and tried to take the towels back from him. Damn genetics for making this man so masculine. He just basically picked you up and threw you. The bottle of water you brought for your boyfriend is now wasted on the floor and a perfect object to trip over. Which is exactly what happened, his foot landed in the bottle causing it to roll and he immediately caught himself on the wall you were thrown against.
Wonderful. Blue lock's number one prick and arch nemesis of your boyfriend has you pinned to the wall.
Your face was seething with anger but all of it seemed to simmer away into fear when your boyfriend walked in and saw the scene.
Dirty room, heavy breathing and sweat. And of course, Rin Itoshi pinning his girlfriend to the wall with the most angry face in the world. Not to mention she didn't look all too amused either.
Rin muttered a soft 'shit' which set isagi off it wasn't as simple as isagi giving someone a death stare from across the room or confronting them with a firm grip or even a punch/fight. This wasn't a punch moment. This was a murder moment. As soon as Rin processed how the scene looked he pushed you away from him and stood up straight.
"I don't care about your girlfriend, she got in the w-
Isagi quietly walked over in less than a second it seemed like and grabbed one of the weights off the gym equipment and Frissbeed it at Rin. Which he just barely dodged. As soon as he regained his balance he stared at Isagi like he was crazy which honestly is acceptable especially after Isagi pushed Rin straight into the gym equipment trying to get him to his neck on the steel bench.
"Fuck all that you're trying to say right now, the only thing I want to hear from you is the sound of your soul leaving your useless, good for nothing, pig shit body."
You finally catch up to what's happening and immediately try to take Isagi off Rin which doesn't work out so despite all of the voices in your head telling you not to do it. You sandwich yourself in between them and try to pry Isagi off him which actually works. It's not very effective though because as soon as he gets off he grips your body tightly. Not harmful but firm, possessive, and blood hungry.
"Ichi! Please stop! Calm down it was a big misunderstanding!"
"Oh, I've seen enough. Enough to make me want to bash this entitled prick's skull open."
He got back up again and charged at Rin. By this time Rin was well aware of the situation and was willing to protect himself by any means possible so when isagi came close Rin grabbed isagi by his shirt and stared him down for a bit before pushing him into the wall. With that, it went from an attack to a fight.
It was bad enough trying to keep your boyfriend away from Rin but now you have to get them away from each other. Your boyfriend wasn't the same person he once was. He was a blood hungry hound at this point.
You wanted to run out and get someone to help but you knew that if you left the room someone was going to get serious hurt or even die. In the middle of your mental panic you saw your boyfriend just fly directly into the metal work out equipment.
You swore that you could see a drop of blood coming out of his mouth and you're almost 100 percent sure he bit his tongue. You thought that this would've been the action that put him out of commission but you were wrong... 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.
You don't even remember what happened. You just remember Rin yelling and a hard thing hitting you in your head. The last thing you heard were the sounds of your body hitting the floor and a loud crash.
When you came to, you were surrounded by a few of isagi's friends and teammates. Bob cut.. Yellow.... Oh yeah that's Bachira, Chigiri, white hair... Tall... Is that... Nagi? Purple? Hanging with the white haired dude? Definitely Reo...
It doesn't matter, they were talking about something... You just hear little parts of their conversations. "Is he okay?" "I dunno but I just know that we won't see him for a while." "Why are we ignoring the fact he got taken away somewhere else for 'psyche evaluation'!?"
"Who are you guys talking about??"
"Nothing, just something we saw on tv"
The room filled with silence as a few heads turn in your direction before Chigiri walked up and put a friendly hand on your shoulder.
"Where's Ichi?"
The room filled with silence again with a few mumbles this time and put your mind at intense unease. You looked at Chigiri with an intense expression.
"Tell me what happened. Please"
With a sigh and a couple of nods of approval Chigiri explained the situation. "Isagi put Rin into a coma at least we think it's a coma. Isagi himself was already in bad condition from the fight but eventually when word came around Ego was notified and took Isagi away for something. He said it was a 'Psyche evaluation' but the last guy that he took away...—" He looked away before eyeing you again. "We never saw him again, not in the same state he was in before anyway"
Your mind bent and contorted into shapes you didn't even think were possible. You were so worried for your boyfriend that you didn't do anything leading up to the moment he was released. When he was released... He seemed sorta the same on the outside, maybe more quieter and closer to you but... On the inside he was angry. He was so angry and constantly paranoid that he didn't let you out of his sight for a minute.
Which brings us up to date.
Tonight was special because you managed to convince isagi to go out with you to celebrate his recent win in a big soccer tournament. So you got ready in the nicest but still casual outfit you had and waited for your boyfriend who was still in the mirror upstairs.
Eventually he came down stairs dressed a few minutes after. You guys got in the car and began to drive to one of your favorite spots to eat. Isagi looked so good with one veiny hand on the steering wheel and one firmly secured on your thigh possessively. Every bump, crack and dip in the road nudges his fingers closed and closer into the valley in between your legs.
Eventually you guys get to your designated location and have a fun time. Laughing, drinking, a little bit of flirting all the good stuff. However it wasn't good forever when you noticed that there was a guy across the room that was locking eyes with you every time you saw him. He just wouldn't stop looking.
You were kinda scared of telling isagi because he was for sure take you home and not finish the date. So you let it happen for a little longer. A moment of eye contact and engaging with your boyfriend, a sip of your drink and then this fucking creep. Eventually you get tired of it and you aren't even scared of the repercussions.
"Hey, Ichi?" You sounded kinda hesitant and he definitely heard it. "Hmm?" He lifted his head from his drink and looked at you with a slim level of concern.
Well you can't stop now.
"Hey so I don't know if you noticed but like.. I'm kinda uncomfortable because I think someone has been staring at me for hella long and it's kinda bothering me."
By the time you opened your eyes this mf was nowhere to be seen. When you did find him he was standing up in the middle of the fucking restaurants eyeing everyone in the vicinity that you were glancing at.
Eventually he saw a guy that despite Isagi's Ballsy pose in the middle of the restaurant that guy never took his eyes off of you which is really bothering you.
In an instant he shoved him into a table and caused a complete bar fight scene like the ones in the movies and you sat there somewhat embarrassed, somewhat proud but all the way shocked.
This night ended with an unconscious man on the floor, broken tables, and getting kicked out of the store. Isagi was pissed but happy that he defended you, if it weren't for that employee he would've killed that man.
You don't know what it was that he had to go through for his 'psyche evaluation' but whatever it was, it completely removed any trace of your former boyfriend and replaced it with a jealous murderer.
Not like you were going to do anything about it, if isagi did all that stuff go random people what would he do to you if you tried to leave him? It rattle your brain. I mean he was good to you and genuinely loved you do why would you leave?
You thought he could read your mind with how his grip tensed on your hip. He liked down at you, his eyes glowed blue with something that wasn't his usual joy and love. You couldn't quite put your finger on it.
"You're my girl forever, right?" His face was unwavering and he stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk waiting for your response
"Y-yeah, of course, baby"
𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐏𝐈𝐌𝐌 𝟐
(𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝)
There's just something so lethal about satoru and his mindset about you when at the head of his clan. Now sure this can be changed by other fics you may read. But I can just imagine you not being the most ideal match up for satoru but him loving you so much. One day you couldn't bear the comments coming from them and you decided that it was now time to say something to Satoru. As soon as he heard all hell broke loose. He already didn't like his clan and absolutely HATED how they viewed his decision of picking you to be his wife. However when he found out they said stuff behind your back and his back? It was terrible... Satoru went there and looked over them with eyes blinded by hatred and bloodlust. "My wife." The higher ups shared a look of interest "Are you proposing a divorce, so soon? Well it's understandable-" Another higher up nodded. "She wasn't all that m-" And just like that the head of a higher up rolled across the floor leaving a crimson trail behind it. He stood straight and looked down at the rest. "My wife had told me that you guys have been talking about her behind my back. Is that true? Doesn't really matter, you'll die anyway" "yes... " His eyes widen and stare directly at the higher up. "We don't think she's a good fit for you at all, we did it to make her catch the hint that she's not welcomed. When that didn't work we had to improvise more direct messages" Satoru didn't say anything. He just walked towards the older man that sat in front of him and lowered himself to his level. "You do not decide anything for me. And if your improvised messages involve laying a finger on my wife..." "We have, but she's... Persistent"
A loud Thud can be heard so you find yourself wandering downstairs to find your husband. Your head peaks through the door and sees the terrifying scene ahead of you. Satoru, just standing in the middle of a room filled with bodies. People mutilated beyond comprehension. Some people are still barely alive and dying by blood loss. And others... Had some parts of their body somewhere else inside the red room. All you knew was that your husband was responsible.
"Toru?"
He turns around and walks towards you with haste. Right as you're about to run and he grabs you and hugs you. Planting tiny kisses on your temple. "toru, what did you do..." He stared blankly in the direction opposite to the room "What I should've done years ago."
A/n: I went too far lol it was just supposed to be paragraph lol😭
You could never see her
And yet you want to be her
With how she sings on that stage
It's like she's putting put up a charade
Her mystic visage
Is it just a mirage
Her beautiful age
Is it all for stage
Do you think all that pain
Is worth the rage
Or are you as blind
As her and I
To the tears that fall from her eyes
Is it worth those 15 minutes
Or is just another gold ticket
I implore you to stick around
And find out how this canary
Got caged and got out
All we know of this story
And the marionette of this quarry
Listen well and listen wide
As I tell you the story of
Starlight Hyde
People running in different directions.
Instructions being shouted in all directions.
And in the middle was a gaggle of girls and their manager, standing in one location.
Even with all the hustle and bustle you could still hear what he said clearly,
As if he wanted the whole world to know.
"Look at you girls, you’ve grown so much. Starlight's new single hit number one on the charts. CANDYS ‘album has hit the top 100. And not to mention being the guest appearance on that popular afternoon Tv show. Aren’t we glad that the host was a fan of Starlight’s. You guys have another concert tomorrow to celebrate your 2nd year anniversary and it the dress rehearsal looked great today. Good job Starlight… and girls. A toast is in order, you all did great."
He walked them to their changing room.
Then as the man exited the scene, all but one huddled together.
They had locked her out, like always.
She was excluded.
She sat outside their circle, as they gossiped and grimaced in front of her face.
As if they didn’t care.
As if she didn’t exist.
"Honestly it sounded like he just wanted to congratulate Starlight. He doesn't care about the rest of us."
"Hmm."
"True."
“Her new single did get number one. Maybe that’s why.”
“But he always talks about her. What’s so special about her?”
“I know right? She’s not even that cute.”
“And she’s so dull. Why doesn’t he pay attention to me?”
“Or at least anyone but her.”
“She’s just a hog.”
"She’s so mean."
"What's the point?"
There was a long silence in the room. The sound of ice clicking together in the cup was heard by all.
"Maybe we should just graduate already."
There was a shift in the table as someone jumped up. Knocking into the table.
"No! You can't. I need you guys. The company needs you guys."
"No, you don't. In fact, nobody needs us. Our manager does not care. I don’t think the fans even care.”
A pensive face appeared on her. She just couldn't understand. Why would they say that. That's not true! Even if she knew deep down that it was true, she couldn't accept that. They can't leave.
"That's not true, he does! He mentioned the album and it raising in the ranks. He wouldn't have if he didn't care. And the fans would riot if you guys suddenly disappeared.”
"Oh come on Starlight. The fans don’t care. And he obviously did it to not sound bias. We all heard him raving about your up-and-coming single. And it's no wonder he did, you know how much money the company makes off you. You are all he cares about, we're just collateral."
"That's not true! He's proud of you, of us. We did great in that album and poured our hearts and souls into it. He knows it. This is a huge accomplishment for the group, for us. We'll be world-renowned in no time. And he knows that. It's not just me, it's all of u-"
"SHUT UP. He doesn't give a fuck about the rest of us. The only thing he liked from the album was your solos. I heard him say it to the other managers. 'Starlight was so good. The rest suck though, but at least they make Starlight look better blah blah blah.' He couldn't care less. After all, you the company's golden goose, this group was made around you. All the interns practically worship the ground you walk on. Managers, fight for you. Executives, “whatever you want”. PR team, it doesn't matter. News reporters, you can do no wrong. Gossip mags, she's the greatest. Fans, we'd DIE for you. Hell, even other celebrities LOVE you. He doesn't care about us, they don't care about us. It wouldn't matter if we all quit, as long as you're here nobody would bat an eye. They would just hire our replacements or something off the bat. I bet the only reason we still have our jobs is because of you. Well, am I right?"
"..."
You couldn't lie. It was true. They had almost been terminated a couple of times. But you fought for them every time. You wonder if the cared or were insulted. After all it's not like they liked you.
"I fucking knew it. He doesn't care because he has you. What's the point in being a part of this group if I'm always going to play second fiddle to the same pompous, immature brat."
*BANG*
Your manager had returned awhile ago. Listening the whole time. Biting his tongue or more of peacefully observing, watching what you'd say. It's only when he felt like they had gone far enough, did he say something. His calm demeanor turned cold in seconds, slamming both hands on the table rattling the drinks on it.
"CAMI! Be nicer to Starlight! Or else I'll have you terminated."
"See, I told you. Let's go girls."
And with that they left.
Alone.
Without her.
She was alone, so alone.
Even as her manager slowly wrapped his arms around her in comfort, she felt so alone.
More alone than ever before.
They hate me
Maybe... I should just go
Maybe... I should just leave
Escape to where no one can find me...
Because I'm tired...
I'm tired of this.
The saddest tune is sung by thee
Will no one answer her plee
I don’t own and of the dividers