Would you guys consider a joyous joke? Why did the nonchalant yandere have a disgusted face when seeing you?
Because he loves you obviously! Haha!
Fuck that loser.
Anyway you're a mind-reader and this guy is a FAKE nonchalant. He looks like one but he most definitely isn't. You know that all too well unfortunately. Your mind reading ability is more of a curse than a gift to be honest. You can't control when you want it to work and it just happens all the time. This means that you're hearing people talking all the time except for when you're alone.
But you know how when someone is so loud he overpowers everyone else? Yeah, that's him. That chalant guy.
Because tell me why his thoughts are so fucking loud that you can't hear anyone BUT him? Like you just want to go about your day peacefully when all of a sudden you'll get random bouts of this agitating, grating sound-
'I love them so much holy shit holy shit holyshitholyshit! Look at them, perfection embodied into one. I'm literally so close to busting in my pants.'
'Did they change their shampoo? I can smell their hair mngh....'
'Cheescak🤤'
Yeah, not a single day of peace when he's around. Which surprisingly, is a lot. Everyday actually.
You come to work early, trying to get some peace but then bam, he's slamming a stack of papers onto your desk with a scowl on his face. He's trying to act all mad and tough, like he hates you for no reason and is just trying to pick a fight.
But you know better.
"Finish this by the end of the week."
"Yes sir."
"Good."
And he'll just stare at you with narrowed eyes, lips pursed. Then it comes. The thoughts.
'Fuuuuck.... Look at them, how can one be so pretty? A gorgeous angel, I'd do anything for a day in their arms.'
'I wanna rub their feet.'
'How good would it feel to wake up to them? I'm not believer in God but I think I'd turn religious for a few seconds every day if that happened.'
Yeah, some of those thoughts are okay, flattering even. But most of them? Weird, weird as hell. It makes you shiver in place, terrified of him and his weird perverse thoughts.
And all the whole he still has that disgusted expression which could very well fool you ifyou weren't a mind reader. He looks and acts like such a hater, you're surprised he isn't one.
In fact, you expected him to be a hater! Not some pathetic man that wants to... Rub your feet...
'Please give me a chance please just one chance. I'll rub your feet-'
"Please stop saying you want to rub my feet. It's weird and quite frankly, scares me."
"What?"
"What?"
Shit, your cover slipped! Okay, just play it cool. You smooth your shirt, exhaling shakily before fainting on the spot. Can't press for answers if you're knocked out!
That's a problem for future you to deal with. For now? You'll do your best to be like all the other people who think he's just a big hater with a stick shoved up his ass.
Ignorance is bliss after all.
"Hey wake up! I'm not going to rub your feet! I just... Want to touch..."
You know what maybe you should just kill yourself.
♡ yandere behaviour/thoughts, insecure reader, forced capitivity, time skip, popular guy trope, modern au
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author's note: hey hey hey... I'm back... 🥀🖤⛓️
art: hyhy03_v (twitter)
Phainon used to be your sun when the both of you were just little kids running and playing in the park.
But now, he felt like your kryptonite.
…
Phainon was an example of an exemplary kid growing up.
A social butterfly, gifted at his academics and sports, and good-looking to top it all off.
As for you, well, you were just normal. And that would have been fine, that is if you had been placed next to a ‘normal’ kid growing up.
A fortune or a misfortune, you were placed next to Phainon maybe as some sort of cruel joke fate played on you.
You were tired, you’d never hear the end of the comparisons, the lack of praise for your efforts, and your self-esteem and confidence crashing down as you grew older side by side with Phainon. You were tired of Phainon.
At one point, you seemed obsessed with being at Phainon’s side, a desperate attempt to try to reach his heights. But you never did succeed, and so, you stopped and you sank down slowly to where you felt safe, where you felt like you belonged, a place where you could be comfortable in your own skin.
You stopped looking up, and started to look at things from your eye-level.
Phainon was destined for success, as for you? Well, you're destined to be wherever fate guides you. Just not by his side.
And that's okay, because the lines you set between Phainon and you will never be crossed.
…
At school, you always noticed the crowd that surrounded Phainon, it seemed like he was never alone, always with someone smiling and laughing. From kindergarten to middle school till highschool, he seemed popular with everyone; peers and teachers alike.
Although funnily enough, even with so many people around him, he could always spot you in a crowd, his blue eyes flitting over to you, stars forming in his eyes, as a wider smile graces his face, pushing through people to go over to you and grasp your hand in his.
Some people around weren't stupid, they could clearly see Phainon’s feelings towards you, although… they didn't seem reciprocated as you slowly peel his hand off yours, clearly uncomfortable with all the sudden attention on you from Phainon dashing to you like a golden retriever.
Even when you tried to distance yourself from him by rejecting his offers to hang out (it didn't matter as he suddenly appeared in your room over the weekends), tried to make other friends (he also became friends with them and it turned into a group hangout instead with the attention mostly on Phainon due to his extroverted nature), and tried to avoid him at school at all cost (he manages to find you even when you're hiding in an obscure corner).
He was… like a huge cockroach that you couldn't kill or fight off.
And frankly, your exhaustion grew dealing with him.
…
You look left and right, behind, back to the front, behind again.
Alright, you breathe out a sigh of relief, no tuft of white hair in sight. You snuck onto the school rooftop, wanting to get away from Phainon. Eating lunch with him was tiring because at least 5 other people would join the both of you when eating, and you're not that keen to have lunch with Phainon and a bunch of acquaintances you barely know.
You find a nice corner to settle yourself in, leaning against the green wired barricade as you look down to admire the view.
With the sound of nothing but student chatters down below and birds occasionally chirping accompanying you, it truly felt like a moment of peace away from the suffocating presence of Phainon haunting you.
…
“(Y/N), where were you? I couldn't find you during lunch!” The moment you take one step into the classroom, Phainon pounces on you, hugging and lifting you up in the air as he looks up at you, pouting.
Used to his antics, you tap his arm, signalling for him to let you down. You didn't answer his question, making your way to your desk. He follows you behind like a kicked puppy, yearning for a second of attention from you.
“You didn't find a new lunch partner, did you?” Phainon asks jokingly as if he didn't mind you disappearing on him during lunchtime, yet his arms wrap around you tightly, like a baby koala clinging onto its mother.
Once again, you didn't answer his question, swatting his arms off you like he was a fly. A darkened expression on your face as your classmates around looked at you and Phainon, gossiping arise.
“Go back to your class, Phainon.” You simply said. Your patience was wearing thin.
The bell rung just in time, forcing Phainon to trudge back to his class, albeit a little moody.
You heard the whispers about him and you in class, berating you for being so cold and negligent towards him and all you could do was bury your head in your arms, wishing to make your presence fade into nothing.
…
Again, you were on the rooftop. It's been about 2 weeks since you've been here.
Ever since the day you came up here, Phainon has been waiting for you in front of your class as soon as the bell rang, rendering you helpless, unable to avoid him as he dragged you to have lunch with him.
You find a suitable corner to have your lunch in, once again admiring the view from above. Your eyes shine brightly seeing the clouds pass by slowly.
If only this peace could last forever.
So, why couldn't it?
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You were in your third year. It was the day of your graduation.
Your plan failed in trying to distance yourself from Phainon, despite trying every method to avoid him, only running away to the rooftop every once in a while worked unfortunately.
So today, today was the day you were going to end this friendship with Phainon. After this, you (hopefully) wouldn't see him anymore often as you chose a different college from him, even to the point of studying overseas just to get away from him. You had lied to him about your examination results, saying you were going to some prestigious school in the area, and no doubt Phainon applied to the same school and got accepted. It almost made you feel touched that Phainon thought you could get the same grades as he got.
Unfortunately, that's not how this world works.
Honestly, you think you're a pretty decent person for at least ending the friendship in-person and not over text as you initially planned, after all, you've been ‘friends’ for so long. The least you could do is give him some face.
Nearing the end of the graduation ceremony, you watch as Phainon gets on stage, receiving his awards for his contributions to the school. A sense of relief welling up within you, it looks like you wouldn't have to worry about him much when you'll be overseas.
You turn around and walk out, making your way to the park where you first met Phainon.
As you stand under the shade of the tree, you lean against the trunk and look up at the cloudless blue sky.
You send him a text, saying you would be waiting for him under the tree where you guys first met, emphasizing for him to finish greeting and chatting with everyone before finding you as you had all day.
Regardless, you didn't wait a long time before Phainon appeared out of nowhere, hands on his knees panting, his face red as droplets of sweat dots his forehead.
Yet the moment he saw you, his eyes lit up once again, like he was facing the sun of his very life. It made you slightly uncomfortable. A huge grin paints his face as he eagerly comes over to you to hold your hand to cup his cheek.
You look blankly at his actions, trying to manage your look of uneasiness.
Nevertheless, Phainon, perceptive as ever, glances at you with questioning eyes, “What's wrong? You seem tense…” His voice trails off.
You gently remove his palm from your hand once again, smiling gently. The unease in Phainon grew and he started feeling a pit of dread in his stomach.
“What's- What's wrong? Whatever it is, I can fix it.” He says, his hands going back to clasp both of yours.
“Did you not get into the same college as me? It's okay! Tell me which one you got into, there's still time for applications now. I can just withdraw my acceptance from the other college.” He rambles on, his hands slightly shaking.
This problem, this silence, and the smile and slight relief on your face. (From what? Where?)
He couldn't fix it. He couldn't fix this problem like the others. He instinctively knows.
He stops shaking, feeling you once again remove his hands away from you, positioning his hands back to his side.
“Phainon. Let's end this friendship. I'm tired of being friends with you.”
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Phainon couldn't ever remember a moment when you weren't by his side. As a kid growing up, he was hopelessly attached to you (as he liked to see it). It may have been hard to notice when you were younger but Phainon always seemed to prioritise you and give you slightly more attention than others around him.
Always trying to scamper to your side like some puppy, holding onto your hands all the time, dragging you around with him everywhere, and picking up hobbies you seem like you would have interest in so you could talk to him more- hang out with him more, play with him more. Whenever he played with other kids, he immediately felt your absence and would quickly run back to your side to sit down next to you and gaze at you as you read the book in your hands. (He was slightly jealous of the book.) He even wakes up early just to go over to your house to make you breakfast and practice his cooking as preparation when he marries you in the future and becomes your husband, and occasionally cleans up your room either when you're asleep or not around for whatever reason; steals some of your trinkets on the side for his collection too but he won't tell you that.
Even when he wasn't always by your side when both of you grew older, he often had fleeting thoughts about you when you weren't around, ‘What were you doing?’, ‘How is your day today?’, ‘Are you doing well today?’
Daydreaming about you was a daily activity for him to do.
He was ridiculously lovesick, attached to your side like glue.
And that,
That was his first mistake.
A consequence he suffered for his head being in the clouds. For the attention he laid upon you, all the things he ever did for you, wasn't enough to keep you by his side.
In the end, what was he without you?
. . .
You woke up, the door to the balcony was open, allowing you to see and hear the ever so familiar sound of birds chirping and the bright blue sky.
The clanking of chains snaps you out from your daze, it echoes cruelly in your ear.
POV: While walking around the cafeteria in search of a table to sit and eat your lunch, a man unexpectedly rose from his seat and bumped into you with great force, all his worksheets skyrocketing out of his binder and gliding in the air. You decided to help the man out and knelt down to grab some of his fallen sheets, but it was inevitable to ignore how the woman he repeatedly drew over and over in all the sheets resembled you.
⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is a Yandere, Suggestive SFW Oneshot
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— Contains: Obsessive, disgusting and creepy behavior, stalking, invasion of privacy and implications of masturbation.
— Artist!Sunday x Artist!Reader
— AU is: Modern College
The Cafeteria during second lunch was when it was most chaotic. Having students coming in and going out of it at the same time made its paths extremely trafficked and unorganized, especially in the lines for food.
Knowing how much effort and time it takes to set yourself in a table, you preferred to bring your own homemade lunch and avoid the waste of time in the line for food, especially when you considered its mediocre quality compared to your food. But even with this gimmick of yours, you’ve still lost almost 5 minutes walking around in search of a isolated table where the concentration of sound and people wasn’t so dense and deafening.
When you finally found yourself walking between halls and tables that weren’t too crowded, you sighed in relief. Finally having your arms and backpack free of random bumps felt amazing. It felt even greater to know you didn’t have a tray in your hands that ran the risk of turning everything on top of it around if you bumped too hard on some—
POW!
Unexpectedly, the man that was sat in one of the tables you were passing through got up from his seat and immediately rushed in the contrary way, resulting in a hard bump between you two.
Although neither of you were impacted enough to fall in the floor, the same couldn’t be said for the binder the man held in his hands and the glasses in his eyes, that immediately slammed into the floor with its many papers inside it brutally flying away from it. You weren’t exactly bothered with it since nothing happened to you, but the man was immediately bothered with it as soon as he realized all his stuff fell so horribly on the floor.
“Shit!” He cussed while kneeling down in the floor with a worried expression, beginning to pick up those sheets.
Leaving him alone picking it up would be the optimal option for you, but also extremely rude. The both of you had places to be and you assumed he was heading to class seeing how he was leaving a tray with half-eaten food in the table and carrying his materials in his hands, which was more important than your lunch according to your sense of empathy. So you knelt down after he did more slowly, looking forward to speed up both your routines.
“I-I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t realize lunch was over and I’m late to class!” He refused to look up to you while he tried to reorganize his papers, even if he was without his glasses, so you couldn’t quite recognize who you bumped with… but you were pretty sure of who he was thanks to his flapping cranial wings.
Sunday Oak.
“No, no! It’s ok!” You started reaching down for his papers too, especially the ones that had slid behind you.
You grabbed a group of 3 sheets that luckily remained together and turned upside down even after the fall, and due to pure curiosity, you decided to take a quick peek at them. After all, you knew exactly how Sunday Oak did his art and it provoked your curiosity. He’s a weird nerdy guy that lives a few apartments away from you and shares two art classes with you. You were always a bit annoyed at him because of how he always outshone everyone else’s artwork and set high standard for the teachers, but you had nothing personal against him, and truthfully, you had a lot of respect and admiration for his art. It was sensible, humane, emotional and beautifully rendered, and Sunday himself was a very respectable man. Even if you weren’t a professional yet, you could proudly say he was a genius in ascension.
Unfortunately, your relationship with him does not go any further than that. You’d see and interact with him daily, and although he seemed to enjoy these little moments, he always seemed to avoid you at the same time. You never understood why and maybe there was nothing to understand, but you still wanted to use this opportunity to try getting to know more of him.
So you finally took a look at the papers you picked.
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Oh?
What the…
You couldn’t exactly say you were surprised to learn that Sunday Oak had a like in drawing NSFW. He has the maturity for it. But you were surprised at one thing.
The paper you were staring at was covered with multiple doodles of a single naked woman either posing or being fucked by something… a woman that looked exactly like you.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t analyze it too much because the papers were suddenly latched away from your hands, accompanied by a scared gasp before the act.
“M-Ms. Y/N..?!” Sunday was looking at you even more nervous now, as if he had finally realized who he bumped with. “I-I’m sorry f-for cussing a-and not talking to you, I didn’t see it was you! A-A-And you don’t really need to help me with these! I-It’s ok! It’s my business! Y-You can go!” He clutched those papers against his chest as if it was his own heart.
“No, no, no! Please, allow me to help you!” You couldn’t help but pause to giggle at his extreme anxiety. “You must know how much I like your works anyway, so it’s an honor for me to help you out.” You winked at him, and his eyes simply widened even more along with his cheeks growing a pink tone.
“You… what?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he tried to process what you said.
“I… really like your works.” You repeated with no hint of embarrassment, although the man now looked like he had fully frozen.
“Y-You do..?” He asked again, still not blinking once and his wings clinging closer to his face.
“Yeah!” You shrugged your shoulders while leaning down again to go back at picking up the fallen papers, but Sunday did not go back to the work for a few seconds.
“O-Oh… Thank you.” Finally he went back to collecting his papers again, but in a way slower pace as yours. You could even feel his eyes peeking at you every now and then, but you decided to ignore them.
Instead, you tried focusing more on what you were picking. Assuming he was flattered with what you said, you thought it was okay to keep looking at his doodles, but when he finally realized you were still peeking at them before giving it back to him, he finally broke the silence between you two again.
“I-I… Uhh… You’re not exactly supposed to be looking at these works, Ms. Y/N. They’re very personal.” His cranial wings worked together to cover his mouth as he took another group of sheets you had grabbed for him, quickly censoring the artwork stamped on it from you.
“I’m sorry… I just really find it interesting how this woman you like to draw really looks like me.” You explained your reasoning to him honestly, but seeing how embarrassed he was when you pointed that out, it immediately hit you that you should definitely take your words back. “Don’t me get me wrong, I really like these! I think you draw the female body beautifully! There’s no need to be ashamed of it! Or at least with me! And we all draw a few naked people here and there every now and then anyway…” You shrugged your shoulders lightly, although you were also starting to feel a little embarrassed too.
“Oh, uh…” Sunday looked down, deciding to fix the position of his glasses for no apparent reason. “T-Thank you… again.” He smiled, but it was surprisingly eerie, as if there was something else making him happy. “A-And… uhhh… I-It’s not you.” He whispered very lowly, head leaning down even further while his wings covered half of his eyes now, avoiding any eye contact with you.
“What did you say?” You leaned a little closer to him, but he only repelled your proximity.
“I-It’s not… you…” He said with little to zero confidence in your perspective, but maybe he was just having a hard time talking about something so personal.
“Oh!” You paused to think about what he said since you didn’t catch it at first. “Well, then, is it an OC?” You tried acting a bit more curious and excited about his work to make the conversation less awkward.
“Uh… yeah! An OC. It’s just an OC.” You could hear him whisper that phrase a few other times but you decided to ignore it. “S-Sorry if it bothers you that she’s… uhh… very similar to you…” His hands involuntarily started clutching on the piled sheets.
“That’s ok! As long as she isn’t an OC for some sort of porn movie, I’m ok with it!” You laughed at your own pun, and he decided to laugh along too, but you could sense how untruthful it was.
“N-No… it’s just… uhhhh… anatomy practices.” Sunday decided to start moving again and collecting those sheets before he had a heart attack in front of you.
“Cool! You’re great at it! I think I could fit to be your muse for her if you’d like.” You winked at him with a little smirk, obviously punning with him, but the way his wings spread when you said that and the way he looked at you told you he didn’t sense the irony.
“M-My… muse..?” His eyes shone brightly as he looked up to you, his body almost entirely stiffened again.
“Pffffttt… no! I’m just messing with ya!” You gently punched his shoulder, which immediately made Sunday wake up to reality and fix his glasses again.
“O-Oh… Sorry.” His wings quickly curled back to his face again and he went back to his mission.
You decided to follow his actions and go back to helping him out, but your attention was surprisingly caught by another detail in his artwork and you were too curious to let it go. When you grabbed a group of two pages, for some reason they glued to each other. It didn’t have any hint of glue or tape on it, so you decided to investigate.
“How old are these pages, anyway? These are the crunchiest pages I’ve ever seen!” You giggled as you forced those pages away from each other, a gluey noise following their separation. “Some of them even have stains…” You said, running your fingers on top of a stained spot in one of the sketches, signaling there was once a pool of something on top of the naked woman he had drawn.
Sunday’s skin tone dropped to a pale tone again as you did so, more than he did before when he realized he was talking to you.
“Uhh… T-They’re very old indeed… A-Almost 3 years practicing the female anatomy…” He scratched the back of his neck, as nervous as a liar. “B-But it’s just water..! Sometimes incidents happen, don’t they..?!” He asked as he pointed to the stain you were touching, trying his best to achieve your validation.
“Yeah, of course! Stupid water… always ruining the most beautiful sketches…” You handed him the pages, and he quickly took them, taking a closer look at the stains and analyzing them, before shoving them down the pile he was making.
“Yeah… haha…” His laugh sounded more honest now, sighing in relief.
“But do you ever glue some pages together sometimes? This doesn’t look like water’s work…” You had to stop helping him out to separate a pair of pages again.
“Uhhh… y-yeah..? I-I… Sometimes I feel too embarrassed to acknowledge some of… uhhh… my sexier products, so I glue them together…” He shrugged his shoulders and finally started putting his feet in the floor to stand up again.
Your missions with him was done. All his sheets had been collected. All that he needed to do now was reorganize them and put them back to his binder, which was something you probably would not be able to help him with.
“Really? But these are beautiful! You shouldn’t do that to them!” You stood up again, following Sunday, and putting your hands on your hips confidently.
“Y-You think so..? T-Thank you…” Sunday hugged his binder tight, looking at you a little weird again.
“Yeah! Keep it up!” You nodded your head, but unfortunately it started to click you how much time you’ve used of your precious lunch break, so you quickly started to tidy up. “I’m sorry for distracting you, Sunday. You should rush to your class.” You scratched the back of your neck as you told him those rude words, trying to laugh it off.
“N-No.” He rose a hand to you, as if he was trying to stop you from walking away. “I should be the one apologizing. I was the one who bumped into you a-and so I’m the one that wasted your time.” But Sunday quickly put his hand back to his hinder in embarrassment, his cheeks growing a little pink again.
“It’s ok! No need to worry!” You shrugged your shoulders, your joyful smile coming back to your lips for a quick moment. “Anyway, see ya in Ms. Ruan Mei’s class!” Due to your need to eat, you didn’t give Sunday a to answer you and immediately walked past him, leaving him standing in the corridor.
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“See you.”
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She noticed me.
She noticed my art.
She likes my art.
My art of her.
Does she truthfully like it? Or is she just being the kind, joyful, optimistic woman she is? Her pure innocence made it seem fake for a moment, but somehow that’s just not I view it. It sounded real. It looked real. I want it to be real.
And she wants me to keep up. Is she sure she wants me to keep up with these? If she was aware that it was truly her or the things that I’ve done to get the references of those arts or even how abysmal my feelings are for her, would she still want me to keep it up?
After so many nights I’ve spent stalking her everywhere she went, whether it was inside or outside the campus, secretly taking pictures of every angle I could get of her in every sort of outfit she had, even when the outfit was nothing but her beautiful skin, and recreating it all with my pencil. After so many times I’ve snaked inside her apartment when she was out and got my hands on her material, clothes, products and even underwear simply to savor it with my hands, marking my territory on it.
How disgusted would she be to find out those stains in my arts were not water, and instead my own very essence? The product of the many times I couldn’t resist the temptation of my own work and messed it up with shameless masturbation? How badly would she regret to once have told me to keep up with this abnormal side of mine if she knew it?
A side that is so personal and sinful to me, that was never supposed to be seen by anyone but me, got complimented and touched by its own victim.
I could even feel it in my body when she touched those stains. Was she flirting with me? Did she figure I was lying all along and accepted it? Does she enjoy pathetic guys like me? With secret, disgusting and pathetic habits like this?
She really meant it when she said she wanted me to keep up, didn’t she? Don’t you worry, Y/N. I’ll keep it up. I want to do these just as much as you want it too.
I’ll draw you in every position imaginable.
I’ll draw you in every fantasy imaginable.
I might even start adding myself to these artworks.
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IN WHICH • The biggest fan of Robin has no clue she had a brother.
FEATURING • Sunday
word count; 2k
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YOU WERE A BIG FAN OF ROBIN.
And I mean really big of a fan. She was beautiful, paired with a wonderful voice, and a virtuous upbringing.
Truly, in your eyes, she was one of a kind. Something about her was so ethereal—captivating—it knocks the breath out of your lungs. You've supported her from the very start of her career. You watched her every step in the music industry, every milestone she worked hard for, and every concert and tour she had.
Even the very stardust this star has left behind.
You just love her that much.
Now, most fans of Robin are aware of her equally majestic older brother, Sunday.
Not only that, but he was also the head of the Oak Family. But it seemed that you were the exception to this news of a relative. Sure, you might've heard in passing that Robin had a family, but your brain probably ejected it from your memory space because all it can store was Robin, and every tiny thing about her.
(Now, could you still call yourself her biggest fan? Geez!)
One day, as you scrolled through social media, your eyes were quick to land on a post Robin had made. Your fingers instinctively tapped it, and seconds later, you were already skimming through the entire thing.
Now, imagine the excitement that filled you when you found out she'll be taking part in the Charmony Festival. Your heart was thumping loud against your chest, and a grin was quick to plaster your face, as your eyes brightened up with so much light.
You don't give things a second thought because next thing you knew, you were already reserving yourself a seat. A VIP seat, mind you.
As the day of the festival finally came, you were already up in your feet at the crack of dawn. And now you're boarded to head to the place of the festival. You sat on your own seat, gleefully rereading for the nth time Robin's newest posters, banners, and announcements with the event. From the corner of your eye, you take note of the man sitting beside you, (5'5"+, maybe?) clad in a dark blue coat with some designs of thorns engraved all around it. He's glancing at your phone, which had a wallpaper of Robin.
"Are you here for the Charmony Festival, too?" he asks, his voice friendly. You noticed his glance. Instead of being embarrassed about your wallpaper, you took pride in it.
"Yes! I bought a ticket the moment I knew Robin would be in it," you reply back, trying to match the friendly tone the man gave you.
He chuckles, "Ah, you're coming for Robin?" His head tilted in a curious manner.
You nod your head, your eyes lighting up at the mention of her name. "I am! I've been her fan for a while now, actually." You can't help the passion lacing your voice.
He cocks his head towards you, his facial features now unconcealed before you.
The man had a tinge of blue for his hair, and his eyes were yellow. If you looked closely, you might spot the wings enveloping his head. You could've sworn you saw them, but you thought you saw wrong.
"How big of a fan are you, then?" he asks.
"Her biggest fan," your words delivered with firm conviction.
A small smirk graced his features. You might fall for him if you're not careful.
"Prove it to me." It isn't a mere statement. It's a challenge.
"Gladly."
Sunday asked you several questions about Robin: her favorite food, animal, hobby, color, and whatnot. It was like a quiz, at this point. Color him surprised, yet amused, at how well you knew Robin.
You answered every single question he threw at you with not even a single flaw. Sunday knew Robin in a way nobody else did, but you seemed knowledgeable of Robin to almost the same degree as that of Sunday's.
He's impressed. He finds it endearing.
For the rest of your time together, the topics of your chats revolved around Robin. Sunday doesn't mind talking about his beloved sister. Let alone to do it with her biggest fan.
As the ride—and the quiz—came to a close, Sunday knew it was time to part ways. Yet he couldn't help but ask one more question to prolong the comfortable experience he found in your presence.
"Who's Robin's brother?" He knows everyone knows it, but he can't help the words to tumble out from his mouth.
You were already at a meter away from him when he called out to you one last time. You snapped your head towards his direction.
"Who now?"
"Robin's brother!" he tried again.
In that moment, you found yourself unable to give a reply. Because how could you? You never knew such thing.
Then and there, Sunday gave a genuine laugh. (It sent tingles down your spine, but you ignored it). He was more than just amused. You, Robin's biggest fan, who knew every single thing about her except the fact she had a brother.
You walked up to him, and in the most confused voice he'd ever heard, you asked, "Robin had a brother?"
"She does," Sunday smiles. He savors the look of pure confusion and dumfoundedness in your face.
I won, he thinks, his heart swelling with pride. I'm still the one who knows her best.
Before you could even move an inch, the man was already gone in the blink of an eye, slipping away from your presence, walking among people that surrounded you two.
You looked around, searching for that familiar, handsome face, but to no avail. Shame you didn't get his name.
~~~
You tried not to be bothered by the fact Robin had a brother—and that you didn't know. You felt ashamed of yourself. But as much as you want to know more about this mysterious brother, you couldn't, given that you were now at the event. And your phone's dead.
You had to push through the crowds of people, getting lost, then managing to find your way to the VIP area. When you finally sat down to your seat, it was like breathing fresh air, your lungs no longer felt tight, and you didn't feel the need to hold your breath whilst pushing through swarms of bodies.
You looked at the stage, and you smiled upon seeing the familiar beauty of your favorite idol. Suddenly, all your troubles and sorrows were flushed down the drain, all to welcome the feeling of warmth and comfort brought by Robin.
As she had successfully done for the past few years, your breath is knocked out of your lungs all over again.
What was that song? I would fall in love with you over and over again?
Truly, those words completely capture the depth of your emotions.
Watching in awe, you were at the edge of your seat, watching Robin as she performed on stage. All of the songs she's ever made were engraved into your mind, every song and every lyric. It didn't take long for you to start singing along too. You admit that you're not well-versed in singing, but people around you had commented about your good singing voice.
The event had you in a trance that you forgot about her supposed brother. You even failed to realize the man who sat beside you.
"Quite the voice you have there, Ms. 'Robin's-biggest-fan'," a familiar voice snaps through your bubble.
You snap your head to him, your eyebrows raised high, and your eyes blown wide.
"You're here too?" you ask, taking in the sight of the man you met earlier.
Sunday chuckles at your reaction. If he's being honest, this is probably the most he's been entertained by someone in a week or so. If Robin was here, she would've commented the same thing, not failing to mention how often he chuckles at your antics.
"Have I not told you earlier? I thought I'd voiced that out as my first words to you."
You run replays of your earlier interactions. Then you internally facepalm to yourself.
"Of course. You did mentioned it when you greeted me, didn't you?" you sigh. That didn't even feel like a question anymore.
Sunday nods at you, that stubbornly handsome smile was still on his equally handsome face. But worry not. Your dearly beloved idol is just in front of you, on the stage, making your day with her ever-wonderful performance.
Sunday takes note of the state of your eyes. If he were to describe it, the first thing he'd say was starstruck. There was a dreamy look in your eye, one filled with unmistaken admiration. Hell, you looked like a lovesick high school girl. Sunday chuckles again at the thought.
He also took note of how you completely forgot about your earlier problem of not knowing Robin's brother. It seems that Robin is the center of the stage for you, and her 'brother' cannot and never can steal the spotlight that Robin owns.
Perhaps that's a better way to interpret why you didn't know about her brother.
Ever the gentleman, Sunday didn't want to bother you by bringing up your supposed 'problem,' and instead let you enjoy your oh-so-wonderful experience.
~~~
As Robin's performance soon comes to a conclusion, you almost slump down your seat, dreadful. But you straighten yourself up when a thought crosses your mind. You could ask her for an autograph! You never failed to ask in each of her events anyways.
"Attention, my dearest fans," Robin speaks through the mic, her ever gentle and sweet voice.
"I would love to thank all of you again for making the time and effort to attend my event. This couldn't have been possible without all of your love and support," Robin looks to the side of the stage, as if there was someone there.
You do the same thing, noticing that your seatmate is nowhere to be found. You shrugged it off; he probably just went somewhere.
"And it's also thanks to my brother's everlasting support."
Your eyes go wide, you lean forward in your seat. This is it. Your problem will finally be solved!
Fans screamed and shrieked, chanting the name 'Sunday.'
"Brother," Robin called out to him, and the man emerges from backstage.
Your jaw drops as soon as Robin's 'brother' comes to view. Sunday?! As in the man beside you??? As in the one you had a full-blown conversation with??? As in the head of the Oak Family?!?!
Shivers ran down your spine, and a bead of sweat forms in your temples.
Oh no. Oh no. Sunday—Mr. Sunday—must have been pissed off at you for your ramblings. And the fact you didn't know him. But you answered his quiz from earlier (the one where he asked you about Robin), without fail, right? Surely, he might've been impressed by a miniscule amount, right?
You're aware of the name 'Sunday', and you're aware how that name is a big figure in Penacony, being the head of the Oak Family.
You've heard a lot of things about him, including his connection with Robin. But you never knew it was a familial connection, because back then you dismissed it as some form of business connection.
Now you know.
You continue to watch as Robin makes her speech, then so does Sunday. Fans of Robin screamed louder at the sight of the majestic, Halovian duo.
Then, for a split second, you swear to the Aeons above that Sunday glanced your way, before continuing his speech to the crowd.
A lump forms in your throat, and your heart speeds up, it knocks the breath out of your lungs. But this time, it's for a completely different reason.
Holy Aeons! Have mercy!
You abruptly stand up from your seat, making your way out of the VIP area. You need fresh air; else you want to implode in your chair then and there. How about food? That might help. You walk up to a food stand and ordered a pastry and some beverage. You need to cool down.
Why? Well, you just had a casual conversation with the Sunday. Casual, mind you. Were you impolite, at some point? Or perhaps rude and exaggerated? You don't intend to disrespect him with your too-cheerful-it-gets-on-your-nerves yapping!
The man is notoriously known for his dislike with such things, and his obsession with perfection. You pray to the Aeons above that he does nothing with you. And you pray you didn't make a bad first impression on him.
After Sunday finally finishes his speech, he glances at the VIP area, but you were nowhere to be found. His smile falters, but he was quick to recompose himself. Where'd you go? He hopes that you'd be back. Sunday certainly enjoys his time with you. Perhaps he could introduce Robin to you. You might love that.
After the event finally finished, fans lined up to ask for autographs from Robin and Sunday.
Sunday, however, was swift to leave. He tells his bodyguards to look for you. Hopefully he could still find you. He puts his coat back on, so as to hide from the public. He definitely does not wish to be bombarded by fans and paparazzi alike.
The man couldn't waste another second. He already told staff members to close down the place earlier than planned, leaving only a small, allotted amount of time for fans to greet Robin.
His intentions were to clear out the place of too many people, so he could have uninterrupted time with his sister, and you.
Meanwhile, you were at a nearby cafe, your seat tucked away in a corner. You stayed there, cooling down.
But as you stepped back inside the place of the event, it was already empty. And by empty, I meant no dozens of swarming crowds that could be the perfect recipe for a stampede incident.
You look around, the only people being there were staff. Robin stands at the stage, perhaps practicing her ability to dance. You watched in awe as she elegantly moved her body, her hands swaying, her feet gliding through the stage. It was truly a sight to behold.
Sunday was just there, watching, too. Until he spots you. A smile plasters his face, his eyes lightening up ever so slightly. The man literally ran a marathon just to get to you, which caught you by surprise, since you didn't notice he was there.
Meanwhile, Robin watches curiously as her brother runs to you. She smiles. So this is the girl he's been telling me about.
"I'm glad to see you again," Sunday said. His eyes wandered over your features, before landing to your eyes.
He genuinely meant his words.
You flinch, caught off guard. Suddenly, you're reminded of the status and reputation of the man before you. You were no longer friendly and casual. But instead replaced by formality.
"I wasn't aware of your identity, Mr. Sunday. I hope you could forgive me for the casual way that I've treated you," you say to him with a bow.
Sunday chuckles, finding your actions amusing. "No need for the formality. I believe we're already past that," he waves off.
"But we haven't properly introduced ourselves, have we?" He extends a hand, bowing slightly, perfectly executing the pose of a gentleman
"I'm Sunday. It's a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman such as yourself, Ms...." Sunday trails off, raising an eyebrow, wordlessly asking for your name.
"Y/N. The name's Y/N." You take his outstretched hand, gently molding it to yours.
Sunday's eyes glanced at your hand in his.
"Wonderful."
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You had thought yourself full after the first load, feeling heavy and aware of the wet heat still being slowly pumped into you as you weakly move your hips, making sure that you have wrung the full load from him as he pants and shivers from above you. Fingers digging into your hips and trying to steady himself as he feels the heat of his cum slowly leaking around the thick length of his cock, whimpering as you clench down around him.
Once he's calmed down slightly, he looks at you through his bangs and whines softly, he's still hard and as he pushes forward, sinking his cock back in to the hilt how can you resist as he pleads and begs for you to let him have another round.
Just one more and he'll be done, he promises even as he slowly picks up the pace and shifts his hold on you so that he can fuck you as he stands, using you more like a toy than anything else as he looses himself in the feeling and sight of his cock moving in and out.
One round becomes two, and soon you're not sure if anything beyond the wet sound of him fucking you, on knees, shoulders pressed to the bed as you moan and drool into the filthy sheets beneath you.
Eyes barely open as your sweet bull finally finishes cumming, panting heavily and huffing as he shakes sweat-drenched bangs from sticking to his face, whimpering as he pulls out and watches his cum barely dribble out of you as most of the previous rounds' loads are smeared across your skin and inner thighs.
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