#I’m sorry anon but this relationship sounds a little bit toxic

[our-arospec-experience]

slightly negative rant idk. tw relationships and harassment

So. I’m partnering and I do actually really like my partner, but I can’t stop thinking about how fucked up us getting together was. I told them I was aro and they basically harassed me, asking me out every day in spite of multiple rejections until I caved in and accepted being in an alterous relationship with them. It was genuinely one of the most awful experiences of my life and I cried myself to sleep every day because I felt so violated. I tried bringing it up recently and how it was really hurtful of them but they just acted offended mostly… idk. Now that we’ve been together for a while I do genuinely love them in an aro way and they haven’t been abusive at all but I feel… angry at them and and myself for giving them what they wanted?? And now they are always talking about how they like romance better as if they weren’t the one desperate to be in a relationship with me. I just wish the boundaries of aros were more respected :(

that sounds like your partner was being really disrespectful of your boundaries and identity. However this turns out, I hope you’re okay. Perhaps find someone you trust, like a friend or family member, to talk to about this with?

[miintsprigz]

Hey there!! Can you write something about the mercs reactions to a GN!Reader showing signs of toxicity towards the mercs and them confronting them and rebuilding their relationship together. It would be really cute :3 especially with scout (I just think he's a soft boyo lololol)

Not gonna lie to ya, this one was a challenge for me, I even asked to have it proofread. It’s not often I see a prompt like this. I really like it though—I don’t think we see repairing relationships and changing toxic behavior enough. It so often gets shut down, and while unfortunately there are times where you must separate, sometimes you can work on it!

So thank you for such a raw and real prompt, Anon. I appreciate you, and I hope that this meets your expectations and makes you smile.

GN!Reader who shows some toxicity from previous relationships

Song used for inspiration: Heart To Heart by Mac Demarco

Characters: Scout (TF2)

Warnings: uh, I don’t know—there are implications of past relationship trauma here (toxic behavior is sadly often learned from previous toxic relationships), so please be wary of that. Also, this may be considered a somewhat “difficult conversation”, but I promise you it ends well.

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You sat on your bed, staring at your feet as they dangled just above the floor. A fast heartbeat pounded in your ears, you swore you could feel the blood coursing through every part of you.

Jeremy had said that he…wanted to talk to you. He wasn’t always the most conscientious of the connotation of his words. As soon as terror flooded your face, he had immediately clarified.

“You’re not in trouble, I promise! Geez, now I know how Ma felt…no, but it’s somethin’ serious…somethin’ important, ya know?”

That still left a good bit to the imagination.

So as the Scout finally made his way over to your room, you felt sick to your stomach. You still got that trademark knock on your doorframe.

“Hey. All set?”

Ready as I’ll ever be. Which is not at all.

You nodded your head, feeling the beginnings of a lump in your throat.

You felt the bed sink just a little as he sat down beside you—light as a feather, always, even holding still.

“I’m sorry that I made a whole big deal here but…well, it is a big deal to me.”

You truly thought you knew what was coming. You’d heard it before, out of people’s mouths, in the things they didn’t say, and echoing for years longer in your own mind, after the people voicing it were long out of your life.

“…you’ve had enough of me?”

“What??”

Genuine shock filled his voice, you could feel him go rigid.

“No. Absolutely not. That…that’s not even a thought in my mind, (Y/N), honest.”

Out of the corner of your eye, through quickly blurring vision, you saw a bandage-wrapped hand reaching for yours. You felt frozen, distant. Giving you a moment to move if you wanted to, he placed his hand over yours gently.

“Could ya just take a breath, babe? Please.”

You did just that, the sound rattling painfully. Why couldn’t you get through things like this without getting so emotional…

“I am not goin’ anywhere, okay? You know I love you, right?”

“…yeah.”

“…does it…not feel that way sometimes?”

The question sort of brought you back a bit, out of the haze of dread that conversations like this thrusted you into.

“…m…maybe…?”

“Yeah. I could kinda tell.”

Oh no. “I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay, don’t worry, lemme just explain a bit here—”

His fingertips brushed the back of your hand. A few tears escaped your eyes, but somehow, the gentle touch grounded you a bit.

“See…I forget stuff a lot. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. You know it, I know it. And I know it’s not good. But sometimes, when I do that, even if it’s by accident, it feels like ya kinda…shrink back? Or if I tell ya somethin’s goin’ on… Ya get quiet, even after I say I’m sorry, and…I just worry.”

He fidgeted a little, trying to sit more upright.

“And so…Spy talked to me, the other day. He felt bad revealin’ it—ah, who am I kiddin’, the guy loves this stuff—that you said I’m… really loud. And I’m sometimes too… in your face?”

You could feel your face flush as you remembered what you had said. Part of you was mad at Spy for telling Scout, he surely knew this was sensitive information…but…

“He said he told you that you should tell me to cut it out…and it seemed ta him like ya thought I wouldn’t do anything if ya did.”

You looked up to find that he was already looking right at you. He didn’t look angry. Not anywhere. But surely he must have been…right?

“…was it somethin’ like that?”

Slowly, you nodded your head, feeling your shoulders go stiff.

He looked down at his hand, still over yours, and looked back up at you worriedly.

“…I think ya might be doin’ it now. And I might be too. Do you want me ta move back?”

“N-No!!!”

Jeremy’s eyes went wide, blinking quick, before his mouth went taut on the edges.

“…are ya sure that ya mean that?”

You went to reassert that yes, yes you did…but you knew that you didn’t mean that. The contact had helped at first, but it was too much right now. Slowly, you shook your head.

“…yeah. See, (Y/N), this is why I wanted ta talk.”

His hands folded together, pulling away from you. You couldn’t look at him anymore, staring down at your lap through a veil of tears.

“Ya can look down if it helps ya. I know this is kinda…scary, I guess? But just listen to me, please.”

You nodded, and did just that.

Scout took a breath, and it felt like he was weighing each word.

“You want me to feel at ease when we’re together, right?”

You nodded again. His voice was so soft. The normally bombastic and energetic speed and volume had been dialed down. So careful. Very unlike how he was with the others.

“Yeah. I want you to feel that way, too. And if that means that I gotta knock somethin’ off, I’d like you…ta let me know, ya know what I mean?”

A slightly nervous laugh sounded from him, and you were beginning to see what he was trying to say.

He did forget important dates—you knew he didn’t mean to, but it hurt. And as much as you loved seeing him happy and excited, the volume and the physical contact could be extremely overstimulating.

“I’m not angry at you at all, by the way. I never wanted you ta feel like that. Maybe other people have gotten mad at ya for, for tellin’ em you didn’t like stuff they did. But I won’t. I promise ya that. And you know how stubborn I am about promises.”

A slight smile came to your face, even with how hard you were trying not to cry.

“…did people do that to ya, (Y/N)? People ya grew up with? Or other folks ya dated?”

Your lip quivered, and again, you nodded your head.

“Oh…I’m sorry, baby. That ain’t right. Not at all. You’re never gonna get any of that with me, and if you do? You tell me. Don’t hold nothin’ back, okay? Cuz that’s the last thing I’d ever wanna do to ya.”

Feeling bold enough to look up again, in spite of basically falling apart at this point, you caught a switch between the most serious you had ever seen Scout…and possibly the most adoring look he’d ever given to you.

“…I love you so much, (Y/N). I don’t know if I’ve ever loved anyone so much. I’m tellin’ ya all this because I love ya! You’re such a sweetheart—you’re always lookin’ out for me. Very few people have done that, so it means everythin’ ta me.”

You exhaled softly, a muted laugh, and that seemed to perk him up even more.

“And I don’t just love what ya do, I love everything you are. The way ya smile, the way ya make jokes, the way ya sing…it’s all so…so good, baby. You are so good.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. The voices that so often nagged at you that he’d get tired of you went dead silent whenever he talked like this. And in moments like these, you knew he was telling the truth.

“You make me feel like I’m on top of the world. So, could ya give me the chance ta look out for you, too? Cuz I want to. Tell me anything, and I’ll do the best I can to make it happen. I’m always gonna be a little loud, a little clingy, a little…obnoxious. But…you knew that, right?”

Slowly, you nodded, wiping your eyes, your tears having subsided.

“Yeah. And I love you so much because of…a-and sometimes, in spite of those things.”

“See? There ya go!! That was great. May I uh…”

Scout stretched his hand out, and, now wanting to hold it, you quickly grabbed on tight, and tried to pull him in closer. He caught on quick.

“Oh…oh! Okay, hang on…”

Wrapping you in his arms, Scout held you close.

“Is this good?”

You fidgeted a little, then nodded. “Yeah. This is great, Jeremy. Hey…”

“Hm?”

“…thank you. For talking to me. I know it can be hard to talk stuff through with me sometimes. I was so, so scared…that you were just done…”

“I knew ya were, babe. And I hate seein’ ya hurtin’ so much. But, I think…when ya love a person—like, really love ‘em—you’ll do what ya gotta do to make it the best it can be. Even if that means doin’ scary stuff.”

“Yeah…yeah, I think I got it.”

Giggling a little, Jeremy reached for the side of your face with one hand, and you leaned into it, craning your head upwards to peck him on the lips before you curled up against his chest.

“I know it’s hard when ya learned somethin’ one way for years, and now ya gotta…unlearn it, I guess? Honestly, it was hard not ta mess around with the resta the guys when I first got here, cuz I was used’ta it with my brothers back home. But…honestly, I got a different deal with these wackos, so the change kinda works out.”

Giggling at his teasing the others, you looked back up at him, feeling your once racing heart now only aflutter with joy at being in the arms of the man you loved.

“…I think this one works out too.”

“Yeah.”

[miel-ji]

I Promise You This

Genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, right person wrong time, partly college au

Pairing: Non Idol!Jeongin x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 9.3k

Warning: jealousy, toxic relationships, original characters, toxic characters, present and past timeline, party, mentions of drinking, implied hookup, kissing 

Summary: Jeongin and you were always a perfect match, but that didn’t matter when nothing worked in your favor. You tried to accept that over your years of friendship, but what happens when nothing is in the way anymore 

A/N: I was nooot expecting this to take over two months, but I guess I got a bit unmotivated lol I hope to be back though, and I will be working on those requests from the lovely anons!! I hope you enjoy 🩵🩵 

It had been an accident that you had met Yang Jeongin, but you were convinced that it was meant to happen. It was your very first day of university, and you were not only late to your very first class, but you walked into the wrong one completely. Your face was burning with embarrassment when you had to get someone to escort you to the correct classroom, and you tried to ignore all the eyes on you as you disrupted the lecture before finding one of the only empty seats. The rest of the class went by uneventfully, with you trying to focus on your professor going over first day stuff while unconsciously bringing your hands up to cool your cheeks. 

By the time class was over, it was already 12, and your stomach was starting to stir to remind you that it was still empty from your missed breakfast. You joined the flow of students flooding the building when a certain bleached-blonde haired guy knocked into your shoulder. He turned around to say a quick sorry before continuing on his path, but he whipped back around with a cheeky smile and dimples on full display. “Wait… you’re the girl who showed up late to the wrong class.” His tone was light and teasing as he slowed down to walk beside you. 

You groaned and covered your face with one hand which just elicited deep laughter from the guy at your shoulder, “yes, that’s me.” 

“You really must tell me your secret for first impressions.” When you looked back up at him, it wasn’t his charming smile that put you at ease, but the nervousness you could see behind it accompanied by his laughter that sounded just a touch awkward. It made you feel not so alone knowing that he was sharing your anxieties about the first day, and you didn’t have to pretend that change didn’t affect you. 

“Oh, there’s no secret. It's just in my nature,” you played along with his joke feeling slightly more at ease. 

He let out a short laugh again before shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket, “what’s your name by the way?” 

“Y/n, and yours?” 

“Y/n,” he said your name as if he were testing the taste of it on his tongue, and your ears perked hearing it in his deep tone. “I’m Jeongin.” 

“That’s so funny, I already met a Jeongin yesterday.” 

He tilted his head and quirked a brow at you, “really? Well, I’m clearly the better Jeongin,” he quickly reassured himself with a satisfied expression. 

You giggled a little, caught off guard by the sudden attitude, “I have spoken to you longer so.” This further inflated him until he was wearing a small smirk. 

You hadn’t realized how long you two had been walking together in the same direction while talking until you both took the same turn for a second time, “so where are you headed?” 

“Lunch hall, I’m starving,” you dramatically sighed while clutching your stomach. 

“Mind if I come with?” The question was unexpected, given that you were confused why he wanted to spend even more time with you. You tried to not to show it on the outside, but you turned your head to try to study his features, maybe even guess at what was going through his mind. You weren’t met with much, but a relaxed smile as he stared ahead and continued walking with you. 

You took a moment too long to answer, and your mind almost completely blanked when he turned to look at you. It was the first time you really got to look at him and his beautiful fox-like features, and he tilted his head in question. “Um, yeah. Sure. Why not?” You laughed breathily, willing your heart to slow down. 

You were viscerally aware of his presence at your shoulder; the warmth of his body radiating off of him and making you even more flustered when he occasionally brushed against you. Despite the warmth in your cheeks and the tingling under your skin, Jeongin and you got along easily throughout lunch. Little by little, you got to know each other, and what you didn’t learn then, you would find out the next day at lunch and the day after that. It became a tradition that carried on past your days at university. 

~~~

The people at the table who joined you changed throughout the years, but at the root, Jeongin and you always stayed the same. With life getting in the way, you can’t always meet for lunch, but you still hang out whenever you can. You even became regulars at a café that you frequented which is where you are now, filling Jeongin in on the details of your latest work gossip. You were both giggling over your iced americanos, only pausing the conversation briefly to catch your breath and sip your coffee. 

You were finishing the story, trying to talk over the aftershocks of laughter, when Jeongin’s phone vibrated the table, and he grabbed it to check. You watched as the smile that lingered on his face immediately sobered up once he checked his phone, and you furrowed your brows in concern. “Everything okay, Innie?” You tried to ask playfully. 

He cleared his throat before pocketing his phone and turning his attention back on you, a reserved smile replacing the one he wore earlier. “Oh, it was just Haru. She said she’s on her way.” 

At hearing her name, your smile also faltered a little before you were able to keep your expression to yourself. “Oh… great!” you said with as much enthusiasm as you could muster, but your bubble with Jeongin had burst at the mention of his longtime girlfriend. You hated that you harboured these feelings for your best friend’s girlfriend, but you also hated how unhappy you could see he was. 

That was as much as you could acknowledge Haru, and Jeongin quickly recovered the flow of your conversation from before. You had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be coming when suddenly she was wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, her hair acting as a curtain and hiding him from view. You looked down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers that were wrapped around your iced americano to busy yourself while they were sharing a rather loud kiss that made you have to suppress a grimace. 

“Hey, Y/n!” Haru greeted you with a saccharine sweet tone and matching face- splitting smile. She wasn’t in her own seat, opting to perch on Jeongin’s chair by him and securing his hand around her waist. “How are you?” 

“I’m fine, Haru. And you?” No matter your feelings of their relationship, it wasn’t your business, so you still tried to remain friendly. But you couldn’t help but notice how she hadn’t really talked to Jeongin besides planting that kiss on him, or how he looked slightly uncomfortable from the exaggerated display. 

Jeongin would say something if it really bothered him though, and he stayed quiet as Haru leaned against him and hooked an arm around his shoulders. “Thanks for asking, I actually had the craziest thing happen to me. Like you would not believe the audacity…” You didn’t mean to zone out as she launched into some story that was ‘the craziest thing’, but you’ve heard the same thing a million times. Someone minorly inconveniences Haru, and she takes it personally, choosing to hold on to it all day. 

~~~

Haru was a nice girl, at least that’s the impression that you always had when she started to hang out in your friend group more frequently, but your paths still rarely crossed. It was the end of the November of your first year, and you were settled into your life at university. You were grateful for the people that you have come to know, but you thanked the stars for your now best friend, Yang Jeongin. You held the connection that you had with him close to your heart, and all of your friends in university have managed to keep you sane. 

However, you’ve started to wonder if you’ve been keeping Jeongin too close to your heart because it was getting harder and harder to deny your feelings for him by the day. You were nervous to talk to him when he was still a stranger that you hoped to make friends with, but now that he was your closest friend, your heart still quickened when he was near. He definitely was attractive and your type, so there was really no reason not to entertain the idea of pursuing more with him. But tale as old as time, he was your best friend first, and you weren’t sure if you were willing to sacrifice a potential lasting friendship. 

Just thinking about Jeongin put you in a good mood and subconsciously brought a smile to your face. Your favorite part of everyday was getting to see him, and everything seemed less exciting once you weren’t with him. You had wrestled with your feelings many times throughout the months that you had known Jeongin, overanalyzing every interaction and hoping that maybe he secretly felt the same. Jeongin was friendly with everyone, so it was hard to tell if the way he smiled at you was special or the way he wanted to spend time with you was more than just what being close friends entailed.  

“Where’d you go?” Jeongin asked, pulling you from your thoughts. You were standing in the kitchen of some frat house at a typical Friday night party with a red solo cup in your hand and loud music assaulting your ears. Jeongin had leaned in closer to you ear, so you could hear him over the noise that filled the air suffocatingly, immediately causing your breath to hitch from the close proximity. You were trying to work up the courage to finally tell him how you felt, but you didn’t realize that you had zoned out mid-conversation. 

“Oh, sorry.. I was just thinking…” You replied before taking a sip from the cup to hide the heat rising to your cheeks. When you faced him again, your heart slightly melted at the sight of his dark eyes now looking at you round and soft in questioning. 

He looked at you for a moment longer before smiling slightly, dimples showing. “About..?” He playfully nudged your shoulder with his. 

“Um, I have something to tell you,” you wanted to snatch those words that lingered in the air and swallow them back again. Your stomach was churning with nervousness, but you made up your mind in that moment that you wanted to go through with it. 

“Okay…” Jeongin said, prompting you to continue. 

“Can we go somewhere more… quiet?” You hoped the hand that was holding your cup wasn’t visibly trembling like your insides. 

“Yeah, let’s go find somewhere,” Jeongin grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together, completely unaware of the effect he had on you. He led you through the crowd and up the stairs, keeping you close to his side as he headed towards some destination in his mind. You were pretty familiar with the layout of the house, being friends with a few members of the frat as well as having attended a handful of the parties, so you realized he was heading for one of the bedrooms. After knocking and discovering most of the rooms occupied, you finally found one for yourselves, and once the door shut behind you, the party felt a world away. 

You’d been alone with Jeongin many times before, but as you both sat on the side of the bed, this time felt much more intimate. “So, I have something I want to tell you…” You broke the stifling silence, but you couldn’t find the courage to look at him, opting to stare at your fidgeting fingers instead. 

“Hey, what is it?” Jeongin asked in a gentler tone, placing a hand over yours to calm your anxious movement. 

“I have feelings for you, Innie,” you powered through in one exhale of breath, taking a leap before you thought about where you would land. 

Jeongin’s hand never moved from where they were resting over yours, but he was quiet for a moment too long, allowing regret to seep into you. “Y/n…” When you looked up to meet his gaze, you immediately knew what was going to follow, and from the melancholy swimming in his eyes, you weren’t going to like it. 

“Oh… I see…” you pulled your hands away from his and hugged them around yourself. Jeongin held your gaze for a moment longer, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I’m sorry, you obviously don’t feel the same. I just needed to tell you how I feel… I’m sorry.” 

“Y/n, I… might have feelings for you too but…” your shoulders dropped in visible disappointment when he uttered the but. “Haru already asked me out and… I said yes.” At this, you felt completely torn inside. As much as you cared for Jeongin, you didn’t want to beg for him, and it seemed he made his choice. 

You thought back to when it even happened that Haru had gotten so close to Jeongin. You didn’t realize that she had left such an impression on him since he never mentioned her, but he was always friendly with her. That was the thing with Jeongin, he was always friendly. Did he laugh at all her jokes too? Give her playful nicknames and hang out with her when you were busy? Did they go to all your favorite spots? Were the past couple of months more meaningful to you? 

But he said that he might have feelings for you… but he was with Haru now. “Okay,” your voice was strained from the intense emotion you were trying to suppress. Wanting to remain as neutral as possible. “Okay, I just needed to tell you how I feel.”

You were unsure of what else to say, so you couldn’t help but repeat yourself. “Y/n, I don’t want anything to change between us. I really care about you. I wish I had known sooner…” Jeongin said this last part quieter as if he was talking more to himself than you, but you heard it all the same. 

“Please don’t, don’t say things you don’t mean..” you didn’t want to be bitter, but hearing you missed your chance brought you no peace of mind. 

“Y/n… I really do care about you. Please, let’s work through this.” The rejection hurt, but the thought of losing Jeongin completely hurt more. Your chest felt constricted, but knowing you meant something to him did ease the feeling. 

You took a deep breath before answering. “Innie, can I just have some time?” 

He sat in silence for a moment, a longing look on his face as if there was more he wanted to say. He shook his head and dropped his eyes, “of course… if that’s what it takes.” He hesitantly got up from the bed before making his way to the door. “But I’m always here for you, I promise you this.” 

You didn’t know what else to say, not even sure if you could say anything else. You feel as if you’ve been underwater this whole time, and it was getting hard to breathe. You wondered if Jeongin and you really would be okay as he softly closed the door behind you, and you let the first tear fall. 

~~~

A week had passed since you had last seen Jeongin at the café, and you and your group of friends were piled in the living room debating over what movie to watch for the night. Haru had taken a selfie with Jeongin when they first arrived and plopped down on the couch together, but you have yet to see them have another interaction. She was having an animated conversation with Felix, her back completely turned to Jeongin who wore a bored expression as he lounged against the cushions. You tilted your head at him and offered a small smile before getting up to get some more water. 

“Does anyone need anything from the kitchen while I’m there?” You asked. A chorus of requests rang throughout your friend group asking for water and various snacks. “Woah woah, I'm just one person.” 

“I’ll go with you,” Jeongin laughed before pulling himself off the couch and joining you by your side. You saw Haru narrow her eyes at you out of your peripheral vision, but when you swiveled your head to look, she had gone back to her one- sided conversation with Felix. You were almost tempted to ask Felix if he wanted to join too, but you didn’t want to intentionally give Haru any reason to be mad. 

Haru always looked down on your and Jeongin’s friendship since, according to her, it was a bad look that he was close to anyone that wasn’t her. Luckily, this never caused Jeongin to quit hanging out with you since he knew that sentiment was ridiculous, and he was allowed to have a life outside of his relationship. You had tried asking Jeongin about his relationship with Haru, but he just seemed to shut down and get quiet. You never wanted to overstep boundaries and solely asked out of concern for your friend, but you knew to respect your friend and his relationship.  

“Don’t pick a movie without us, and no, we’re not watching Howl’s again, Han.” Jeongin called back over his shoulder as you both headed to the kitchen. 

You laughed as Han launched into a full fledged argument as to why Howl’s is always a good movie to watch. You glanced at Jeongin who was already looking at you with a mischievous grin, knowing what his comment would cause. “Come on,” you swatted his arm playfully and continued making your way to the kitchen. “Now that was wrong,” you said with a giggle as you opened the fridge to grab the drinks. 

“What?” Jeongin feigned innocence, and you could hear the goofy smile in his voice without even having to look up. 

You raised an eyebrow at him unimpressed with an armful of water and soda before closing the door with your foot. He helped you with the load of refreshments, and you tried not to focus on the feeling of his warm breath fanning against your face as he moved in close. Your eyes flicked up to his for a brief moment before he took the drinks from your arms, and your brain needed a moment to refocus on the conversation. “We all know you love Howl’s just as much.” 

You resorted back to teasing, hoping to brush off the feelings from before. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied easily, having set down the drinks and searching the cabinets for the snacks that your friends wanted. 

“Oh okay, tell that to your desktop screen. We all know you fanboy over Howl just like the rest of us.” 

“Nah, I’ve always been more of a Turnip-Head fan.” You both shared a laugh while gathering all the snacks and drinks and making your way back into the living room. There was a buzzing noise coming from the counter, and you realized that you had set your phone down on the counter when you walked in. You turned around to ask Jeongin to grab it, but it was already in his hand. 

He looked down at it with a slight frown and his eyebrows were furrowed. “Innie?” 

“Why is Juhan calling you?” 

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll just call him back later.” You laughed awkwardly and waved a flippant hand. 

Jeongin set everything that he was holding on the counter before leaning against it, still wearing a confused expression. “What do you mean you’ll call him back later? Are you talking to him again? We’re talking about the same Juhan, right? Your ex- boyfriend, Juhan?” He spoke evenly, but his tone was teetering on annoyance. 

“Yes, Innie, We’ve hung out a few times, but it’s fine. Let’s just go, please.” You grabbed your phone and let out a long sigh. 

“Wait wait wait, when did this happen?” His face twisted in even more confusion and huffed out a disbelieving laugh. 

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, avoiding his gaze. You felt shame starting to simmer somewhere in your chest from having kept this from your best friend, but there was no way to avoid it now. You reluctantly set down the snacks that you were holding on the counter by Jeongin, and you joined him at his side, leaning against the counter. “He texted me a couple weeks ago, and we talked a lot… Eventually, we decided to meet up, and… now, we’re just seeing where things go.” 

When you finally looked back up at Jeongin, he was gazing down at you, but this time with a much softer expression. “Y/n…”

“Innie, I really don’t need a lecture from you.” You laughed a bit bitterly and carded your fingers through your hair. 

“I just don’t want you to waste your time on some guy who doesn’t even deserve you.” His words were light, and they lifted your heart a little. 

But you couldn’t bring yourself to back down. “Oh, because you’re one to judge relationships now?” You found yourself saying the words before you could stop them from spilling out. 

He looked slightly taken aback by this, and he blinked a few times before being able to respond. “No… I remember how shitty he was as a boyfriend the first time around and think that you shouldn’t have to settle.” Jeongin’s voice raised slightly, and you could tell that the conversation was starting to spiral. 

“Thanks Jeongin, but maybe you should worry about your own relationship before giving out advice to others. I mean, do Haru and you even like each other anymore?” 

Jeongin looked away from you, and you could see the way his jaw set from his side profile, the tik from the muscle poking out. You gripped the counter until your knuckles turned white, waiting for what he had to say next. You could feel your heart racing and your blood pumping from the conversation, but you couldn’t stand him at this moment. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but closed it once again, and you could feel a rift tearing in between you with each second passing. 

He was what you wanted in the first place. He was the one that you were trying to replace in your heart. He would always be right there, but never yours. No matter how hard you tried, it never got easier to live with it. 

You knew it wasn’t his fault, and you escalated the situation. You knew you should just speak up and apologize because all he ever did was look out for you. As selfish as it was, it felt good to let out some of your emotions, but he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve it, and you knew you would regret this later. 

“Are you- are you jealous?” Jeongin finally said, looking at you incredulously. You retracted from his side like you’d been burned, and you could see Jeongin’s face fall from your reaction. You could only stare at him and blink back tears because maybe you were. He shut his eyes, and his face contorted in guilt at his words as he let out a heavy sigh. “Look, Y/n… I’m sorry-“ 

He took a step towards you and tried to reach out to you, but Felix walked in. “Hey guys, what’s taking so long…” his sentence started off in his sunshine tone, but he trailed off at the end when he saw the state of you two. 

“Sorry, Lix. We were just walking out.” You grabbed the stuff off the counter, and you pushed your way past Jeongin. 

~~~

When Jeongin had left you after you confessed at the party, things had changed. The second semester started, and Jeongin and you had barely hung out besides a group setting. The only thing that made you still feel connected was when you’d still text each other. It was a sore spot seeing the new campus couple, but you were adjusting to your new relationship with Jeongin. 

Your heart squeezed when Haru was the one that made him laugh, or when she was the one that Jeongin looked at lovingly. You willed yourself to move on and look elsewhere, but he was always in the back of your mind. You knew that in order not to lose him completely that it was necessary, so you tried to open your heart. Luckily, things never felt awkward on Jeongin’s end, and it seemed like he never meant to let the distance ruin anything. 

Sophomore year, you had gone on a few dates and had some failed talking stages. No one was ever Jeongin, but it still helped you feel like you were taking the right steps at moving on. Seeing Haru and Jeongin when hanging out with friends had less and less of an effect on you, and you stopped thinking about what would’ve happened if he had chosen you. Now, you just missed the first friend you made at university, and the closest bond that you had. 

It was late one night during finals season, and you were mentally preparing yourself for a late night at the library studying. The moon was already high outside, and there were students everywhere with noses buried in their laptops and some form of caffeine in their hands. You had just settled into a nook on the far side with the large window you always used as your spot before making your way through the bookshelves. You were scanning the spines, looking for the specific one you needed when you bumped right into a familiar blonde. 

“Woah, Y/n. Are you okay?” He said your name with a smile spreading on his face once he recognized you, and his hands were quick to find your waist to steady you. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You smiled back at him, and a familiar warmth spread across your chest. “Are you okay?” You slightly laughed, a bit embarrassed while rubbing the shoulder that collided with him. 

He joined in with your laughter, and you felt your smile grow even more. “Actually no, I think my shoulder is sprained. You should take me to the nurse, and since we couldn’t study, we should get a note that excuses us from the exams.” He dramatically clutched his shoulder and leaned on you for support while fake wincing in pain. “Was that believable?” 

He peeks one eye open up at you, “not even a little bit.” You answered him while giggles escaped you. 

“Aw man, worth a shot.” He straightens up, looking at you with a smile still resting on his face. “I looked for you in your corner earlier, but you weren’t here yet.” 

“Yeah, I was on a date actually…” 

“Oh… a date… wow,” you swore his smile faltered for a second, but maybe it was wishful thinking. “Tell me how it went?” 

“Oh, okay… do you want to join me in my corner?” 

“I’d love to.” You found the book that you needed before making your way back to the table with Jeongin. It was a small one with two chairs facing each other. You sat down in one and started arranging your study materials while Jeongin did the same. “So tell me about your date?” He said casually after a while, not even looking up from his screen. 

“It went really well actually. I hope we go out again. It was Song Juhan. Do you know him-“

“No, no, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him,” he immediately answered and even made a show of tilting his head up to try to think. “Where did he take you?” 

“We went to the arcade, played some games-“ 

“Wait, the one that we used to go to all the time?” 

“Yeah, that’s the one-“ 

Jeongin was quick to interject each time, and it was starting to make you wonder the reason behind it. “Oh, remember that stuffed fox I won you in the claw machine, or when you beat me at skee-ball and I had to order our food only singing?” You laughed along with the memories brought up, and it reassured you that he held them close just like you had. 

“Of course I remember. Those are some of the best times from uni so far.” You admitted. 

“Yeah, I really miss hanging out with you like that…” you looked up to meet Jeongin’s sincere gaze, and you had hope that now you were ready to be close again. 

“Yeah, me too…” When Jeongin joined you at your table, your studies in front of you suddenly didn’t seem as important. You tried focusing occasionally, but you were pulled into talking easily, catching up on the past semesters and reminiscing on more memories. You remembered why Jeongin and you had gotten so close in the first place, and you realized that you still cared for Jeongin’s happiness even if that meant seeing him with someone else. “How are things with Haru?” 

The smile that had been resting on his face faded only slightly before he answered, “they’re good mostly, I don’t know.” He laughed shyly while rubbing the back of his neck. 

“What do you mean mostly?” 

“Haru is a nice girl, and I like her and everything, but lately…” he hesitated in finishing and fidgeted with his hands folded in front of him. “I don’t know, lately it seems that she’s been too into the whole campus couple thing.” You gave him an encouraging look and waited for him to continue, “sometimes it feels like she cares about the image of us more than actual us.” 

He looked at you with wide, vulnerable eyes, and your fingers tingled to reach out and comfort him. “Have you talked to her about it?” You suggested. 

“Every time I try it feels like she’s not actually listening. Sorry, I don’t know why I’m dumping all of this on you. We can change the topic.” He laughed awkwardly and shifted in his seat. 

You offered him a small smile, “Innie…” At the sound of his old nickname, his eyes snapped to yours. “I know we haven’t been as close lately, but I’m always here for you. I promise you this.”

“Thank you, y/n. That actually means a lot to me.” He let out a deep breath like a weight had been lifted off of him, and you were happy you could take some of that from him. 

~~

Your thoughts kept leading back to that conversation with Jeongin in the kitchen, and how you had let it get to the point you did. You knew he was just concerned about you seeing an ex in which you shared troubled history, but that ex was also the only other person that you felt some kind of connection with. It was different from the one you shared with Jeongin, but you felt that rush all the same. It gave you hope that you wouldn’t be stuck on something that would never be yours, and you couldn’t understand why Jeongin wouldn’t want that for you. 

That was why you had invited Juhan over a couple nights later instead of meeting Jeongin for coffee or even trying to text him back. You left his numerous attempts at reaching out on the back burner for now, needing to prove to yourself that you could do what Jeongin did and love someone else. You needed to feel needed, and you hoped that Juhan could provide that for you. You were hoping that reigniting this next step would finally lead to more in rekindling your relationship with him. 

After Juhan had taken what he wanted, he told you that maybe you were better off in a relationship that had purely no strings attached. He told you in a soft tone as if you were a child that needed everything explained, and you could do nothing but stare blankly. He quickly gathered his clothes and left you on the bed to process how used you felt. After all this time, you still had not learned anything, and you even pushed your best friend away. 

You willed yourself not to cry, but you couldn’t help the dam breaking in the shower as you felt so defeated. You wondered where things got so twisted that you ignored the one person you knew cared more about you than anyone else. You were lost in your thoughts and wallowing in your bed when a knock sounded at the door, and you checked your phone for the time. It was already midnight, and you were set on edge about who it could be. That was until a familiar voice called out to you once you reached the door, and it caused relief to flood your veins. 

“Innie?” You questioned softly while pulling open the door. You were suddenly very cautious of being in just your tank top and pajama shorts as you hugged your arms around yourself, and your eyes stung against the sudden bright lights of the hallway, still puffy from crying. 

“Y/n, good you’re still awake.” His shoulders visibly relaxed.

You would be lying if you said that he wasn’t exactly what you wanted at this moment, but you were still wondering why he was here, “W-what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you, and you weren’t answering me. We need to make things right. I can’t stand when we’re distant- wait, have you been crying?” He asked once he fully took in your appearance. 

“It’s okay,” you tried to say, but your voice cracked and your bottom lip wobbled which gave you away. In one swift movement, Jeongin crossed the threshold into your apartment, closed the door behind him, and pulled you into a tight embrace. He wrapped both arms around you and cradled you close to his chest while you held onto his hoodie, trying to ground yourself. “You were right, Innie. About all of it.” You croaked out in between the sniffles and whimpers. 

“Y/n… you were right too. About all of it.” You pulled away from him to be able to look up into his eyes, and they reflected all the same emotions. “Tell me what happened.” 

He was gently stroking your back, his arms still hooked around you, “He told me…” The words caught in your throat as you recounted what had just transpired, feeling shame and regret, but Jeongin waited patiently for you to continue. “He told me that I was better off being in ‘no strings attached relationships’.” You made air quotes around the words that you were repeating from him and laughed bitterly after. You could feel Jeongin’s arms around you go stiff, and his expression grew serious. 

“He said that to you?” He asked softly, head tilted to the side and eyes wide with concern. “You know that’s not true right?” He asked this almost pleadingly, and when you cast your gaze down to your feet, he lifted your chin for you to look back at him. 

His eyebrows were furrowed and your heart squeezed with how worried he was for you, “I don’t know… I don’t want to believe it but…”

He moved his hand from your chin to rest on your cheek and wipe away with his thumb some of the tears that were still falling. “Y/n, you’re going to find someone who’s going to love you and care about you just as deeply because that’s what you deserve.” His words eased you slightly, and a soft smile settled on your face momentarily. However, you felt your ears heat up, and you were suddenly very aware of how close he was. 

You took a step back and cleared your throat while muttering a thank you. You collected yourself, wiping away the last of your tears, “thank you. I’m lucky to have you to care for me.” 

“I’ll always care for you…” Jeongin said almost quietly and took another cautious step toward you. You swallowed, finding it hard to breathe when he closed the distance between you two, hand sliding to the small of your back. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as he looked down at you, “I’ve been so confused for so long… I really liked Haru. She seemed like the safest choice as stupid as that sounds, and at first, it was really nice. But eventually she barely even cared for me, she just wanted everyone to be jealous of our perfect relationship. I thought I was doing the right thing by trying to make it work but… I was just making everyone miserable. When you started dating Juhan, it bothered me so much. I was the jealous one, but that was wrong because I was with Haru.”

He paused his monologue to scoff at himself, but your brows were knit in confusion at the use of past tense. “Jeongin, what are you-“ 

You started, but he cut you off to finish explaining himself. “I couldn’t stand seeing Juhan and you together, but I also couldn’t stand not seeing you at all. I kept telling myself I just hated seeing you treated like that, and while that was true, I was also so jealous. When I found out you were talking to him again… all those feelings came back. And like I said, you were right. Haru and I just didn’t work. We might’ve loved each other, but we weren’t in love.” You held your breath, waiting for him to confirm what you were thinking, “we talked about everything after that night in the kitchen, and… we decided to break up.” 

You blinked a few times unsure of what to say, your eyes searching all the features of the boy that you’ve admired for so long. You thought you were selfish for wishing that he would be yours, but now it didn’t seem so heedless. You parted your lips, but the words died on your tongue as you reached up to brush the hair out of his eyes, the look of longing in his eyes causing your stomach to flip. When his gaze flickered down to your lips, you pulled him into you and let yourself feel everything you tried to hold back for so long. 

His reaction was instant, as if he had been anticipating the kiss. His lips worked in tandem with yours, and he pulled you in closer to him by the firm grasp he still had on your waist. The kiss left you breathless in seconds, but you didn’t dare pull away from him. His lips were soft against yours and while the kiss was needy and desperate, it was also so sweet. 

In seconds, you were already addicted to how his body was pressed against yours and the taste of his kiss. When you broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours while you ran your fingers through the soft locks at the nape of his neck. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” You said as you pulled away to look at him, being met with his soft smile and dimples. 

“I can’t believe I wasted so much time.” He said absently, and you could almost see all of the thoughts dancing through his mind. “I really want to get this right with you.” 

Your heart picked up at his words, and you could feel a blush creeping up on your cheeks. “Maybe we should just take things slow then,” you suggested. It was true what you said that you’ve been waiting for so long, but now that it was happening, you also wanted to get it right. There are so many feelings coursing through the two of you right now, you wanted to make sure it was more than just impulse driving the both of you. 

“Is that what you want?” Jeongin asked with a sincere look in his eyes. 

“I want you… but I want this to be more than just the heat of the moment.” 

“I understand, but I’ll still want you, I promise you this.” You smiled up at him as he held your gaze, and he leaned in for another kiss. 

~~

You were halfway into your senior year, and things were seeming like they were as they should be. You had reconnected with Jeongin, and you were thankful it was the type of friendship that feels comfortable even after facing disconnect. Every lunch that you had with Jeongin where you’d both trade jokes, gossip, advice, and everything in between reassured you that he was worth it. He still made you feel like no one else, and you just seemed to understand each other. 

You and Juhan had been somewhat of an item for nearly a year now, and while there were ups and downs, you felt you had grown to love him in a way. Your connection with Juhan had grown very fast, and while you didn’t talk much about your future together, Juhan thought it best to take it a day at a time. At first, you weren’t sure how to feel about this answer whenever you would try to talk to him, but he always proved that he did want to be together in the ways that seemed more important. He made you feel wanted and seen when you were together, and you were glad to have someone to pass the time with. 

It hadn’t been long after that night in the library that Jeongin had asked if you wanted to start having lunch together like old times, and although it wasn’t quite like old times anymore with Haru and Juhan, lunch became your favorite part of your day again. If you were being completely honest, you liked it best when it would end up being just you and Jeongin. The dynamic with everyone there had strained undertones and forced conversations, but your favorite moments were when you and Jeongin got caught up in your own world. The way Jeongin became animated as he told you some story and his eyes never leaving yours replayed in your head later causing you to smile absently to yourself. 

Everyone had joined the table today at lunch, and Jeongin was messing around with you while Haru was draped over him, occasionally interrupting your conversation to show him something on her phone that usually held most of her attention. Juhan was doing what he usually did to your left, which was to keep to himself as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. You wanted to assume he was just reserved, but after getting to know him, you weren’t so sure that was the case, sensing some tension in his body language. 

“Don’t give me that look,” Jeongin playfully warned before tossing his pen at you which made you shriek and put your hands up in reflex. 

“I didn’t do anything!” You laughed before quickly grabbing the pen and tossing it back at him.

He easily caught the pen and rolled his eyes, “yeah, okay.” You were helping him review some material for his next class that he had a quiz in, but you couldn’t help but tease him. You asked him the next question, and he made his thinking face again with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly parted. 

You couldn’t help but stifle another giggle which broke his concentration, and he threw the pen again. “Noo, I’m just kidding,” you burst out laughing while dodging the pen again. 

That’s when Juhan sighed and leaned up to grab the pen, placing it on top of Jeongin’s notebook before returning to his original position. You glanced over at Juhan who was looking at you with his head tilted slightly before you looked back at Jeongin who was watching Juhan closely. You cleared your throat and tried to shift the focus back to just studying the note cards, fidgeting in your seat. After a while, things seemed to go back to how they were, and you were burning through the review material with Jeongin pretty quickly. 

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Juhan asked you in a tone that seemed like it wasn't actually a question. He stood up and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and stared down at you expectantly. 

“Actually, I was going to walk with Jeongin to class since-” 

He cut you off before you could even finish with a scoff at the mention of your best friend’s name. “Babe, can’t you just act like my girlfriend for once?”

You were taken aback by his comment, and heat flooded your cheeks in embarrassment. It always felt like Juhan was bothered by your and Jeongin’s friendship, but every time you tried to have a conversation, he shut you down and assured you he wasn’t jealous.  You were confused why he was having such a big reaction today, and you were even more confused as to why he was trying to instigate an argument in front of everyone. You gaped, unsure of what to say and laughed uncomfortably. 

“Dude,” Jeongin jumped in to help you. “Chill, we just have classes in the same building today.” 

Juhan just shook his head and ignored his comment altogether, “Whatever. I’ll see you later I guess, Y/n.” He walked away and you sagged in your chair in relief of the situation not escalating further. Jeongin tried checking up on you, but you just wanted to forget the situation for now. You returned back to helping him study, and Haru continued with her nose in the phone, completely oblivious to anything that just occurred. 

“Are you okay?” Jeongin asked you again softly once it was just the two of you walking to class together with a sincere look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t know what all that was about…” 

You tried to brush it off, but Jeongin could still tell that it was weighing on you. “Hey, you know you can talk to me right? I’m always here for you.” He placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention and offered you a small smile. 

His gesture calmed down the thoughts in your head enough for you to begin to put them into words. “I can’t figure out his problem though. He always swears that everything’s fine, but then he wants to say something like that…” You sighed, not knowing what else to do to get through to Juhan. 

“Yeah, that was uncalled for,” Jeongin rolled his eyes thinking back to Juhan’s little comment. 

“I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore… We are able to do all the fun stuff as a couple perfectly fine, but does it matter if we can’t figure out the important stuff like communication and trust?” You asked no one in particular, having your own revelations in your heart as Jeongin just listens attentively. 

You both walked in silence for a moment as you both contemplated your words, “yeah. I get what you mean…” His voice sounded small and faraway. Your head snapped up at his confession to find his own brow furrowed thought. Before you could say anything else to him, you were entering the building, and he was starting off in the direction of his class. “We’ll talk later, okay?” He waved back at you and flashed you a smile that showed off his dimples. 

Your talk with Jeongin made you realize that the relationship you had with Juhan wasn’t something that you wanted anymore. You went through the motions of being a couple, but there was no real effort being put in to make it work. You wanted a real love with someone who cared enough to make it last, who felt like it was worth it to make it last. As much as it hurt to admit, you didn’t think you were getting there with Juhan. 

You decided to break things off soon after that, and even if the relationship felt like a sham, the emotions were still there. You really thought you could give your heart to Juhan, so it was crushing that it was all for nothing. You hated that you didn’t see the signs sooner, and you also hated how you felt you wasted so much time. You had wanted to focus on all the ways that he made you happy that you had failed to see all the things that were missing. 

Your heart ached for months, but Jeongin was always there to make you smile. He offered you reassurances as many times as you needed to hear them until he felt like you really believed them, and you could tell he really listened to you when you needed to just talk. He indulged in all of your ice-cream therapy sessions, and he encouraged you in any way you needed. Eventually, the hurt dulled, and you felt normal again with Jeongin’s endless support. 

~~~

It had been about three weeks since Jeongin and you had finally spilled your hearts to each other, and even though you both agreed to take things slow, you couldn’t help but have a hopeful feeling about what the future contained for the both of you. Your relationship hadn’t changed that much since then because you both needed to process any lingering feelings for your past relationships and each other, but you couldn’t help but share some kisses every now and then though. The more you hung out with Jeongin, the more you both opened yourself to those feelings for each other, and the more you explored your new dynamic, the braver the both of you felt. You had to admit you were a bit worried about ruining your friendship for something more with him, but you knew he was worth the risk. 

You were both at lunch one day, just the two of you, when he had told you about a party his company was hosting in order to celebrate some success. It was a semi- formal event being held on the rooftop of the building this friday, and he had really wanted you to come. He assured you it wasn’t a date although you would be attending as your plus one, and a part of you wished that it were. He had promised to make it worth your time with a wink and a dazzling smile that flashed his dimples, and you were a goner. 

That’s how you found yourself nervously approaching an ethereal looking Jeongin in a light suit and wine- colored tie with thin wire framed glasses and longer black hair that perfectly framed his sharp features. You fidgeted with your necklace that you used to accessorize with the dress you had previously worn to a wedding in your family, and you offered him a tentative smile once you came to a stop in front of him. He raised his eyebrows at you and visibly looked you up and down, causing your stomach to flip and cheeks to burn. “Y/n,” he smiled brightly as he said your name, and you felt yourself relaxing. 

Up on the rooftop, the sun was starting its descent beneath the horizon, and the sky was bathed in beautiful hues of warm oranges and yellows that felt like the happiness stirring in your stomach when Jeongin looked at you. It was contrasted by the greenery surrounding the event and the strings of lights hanging over your head that would soon feel like a blanket of stars. There were tables set up with people scattered about, engaged in conversation, and an open bar at the back. You were taking in the inviting atmosphere when you turned to look at Jeongin whose soft eyes were already regarding you fondly. 

“Do you want to get a drink?” He asked you. When you nodded yes, he placed a hand on thee small of your back as you both walked over to the bar. The touch was unexpected but felt natural, and you smiled mindlessly to yourself. 

You found a spot by the railing, both leaning against it with some mint drink that went with the garden theme, but you weren’t looking at the magnificent sunset. You took a sip of your drink before speaking up. “Innie, you almost look like a real gentleman,” You teased. 

“I do look very handsome,” he said haughtily before laughing. He looked a bit shy as he laughed, and your heart swelled. “You look very pretty. I meant to tell you that when I first saw you, but I couldn’t manage to find the words.” 

He took a step closer to you, and your breath hitched as you felt the warmth radiating off of him. He gingerly reached out for your wrist, feather soft fingertips dancing against your skin as he slid his hand down and laced your fingers together. “I might’ve wanted to impress you a little,” you admitted with a coy smile. 

“Like you have to try to do that,” he scoffed playfully which caused you to giggle. He looked out at the skyline briefly before turning back to you with a sincere look in his eyes and a soft smile. 

Ever since you both confessed to each other, Jeongin had flirted with you a little, but tonight felt different. His eyes sparkled and never left you as you both settled into comfortable conversation, and he was still holding your hand as casually as he held the drink in his other one. Tonight felt different, but it also felt as if things were as they should be. As the conversation flowed between you two, the sunset had soon faded, and night had blanketed the sky without either of you even noticing. 

Towards the end of the night, he had to do some socializing with his coworkers. You could tell he wasn’t thrilled about it, but he wrapped an arm around your waist and wore his politest smile through it. Even if their networking conversations were any kind of interesting, you couldn’t focus on it with the way Jeongin’s hand was resting on your hip. This was definitely date behavior, but you found yourself leaning towards him. 

When Jeongin and you had a moment alone again, people had started to leave, signaling the night was coming to an end. “Thank you for coming with me,” Jeongin said softly, reaching out and brushing a piece of hair out of your face. 

You could feel your cheeks heat up a little, and you hoped you weren’t turning visibly red. “Thank you for making it worth my time.” Jeongin’s soft palm cupped your jaw, and you were sure that you were blushing now as he leaned towards you. 

“I know we agreed this wasn’t a date but… I’d really like to take you on a real one.” He was stroking your cheek with his thumb, making it hard to think. 

“I’d like that too,” you said breathlessly. A smile lit up his features, and he released your jaw only to tilt your chin up with his finger. His thumb now brushed over your bottom lip as he leaned in impossibly close. You could feel his breath ghosting your lips, and his eyes flitted between your eyes and lips, asking for permission. 

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and your hand found the nape of his neck. You granted it to him by pulling him down to meet your lips, and he eagerly kissed you. His hands traveled from your waist, up your back, and pressed your bodies close together. You both momentarily lost yourselves in the kiss, everything else melting away except for the feeling of you two together. 

You felt weightless as Jeongin held you against him, and you pulled away for moment, trying to catch your breath. There were no words exchanged as you both gazed into each other’s eyes, only excitement as you both were ready to take that risk. 

[inkykeiji]

idk why but dried fruit with Touya-nii's natsuo sounds like it could be rlly cute!! if it hasn't been claimed yet i'd love to see that

prompt: dried fruit series: touya-nii warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest, toxic relationships, implied drug addiction, facefucking, natsuo being scummy just like his older brother taught him to words: 1k

waaah sorry this wasn’t really cute anon >.< but i hope you enjoy anyway!

“These aren’t the same as gummies,” you mumble out through a pout, taking a particularly vicious bite out of a dried apricot, fruit sticky and stringy. 

“No, but they’re better for you.”

“Not better for your teeth.”

“If you want to get technical,” Natsuo begins, fixing you with a look. “They are, even if it’s only marginally.”

With a sigh, you glance down at the coffee table, chucking your half-finished apricot on the wood with a dense splat. “They’re yucky, and I don’t like them.”

“You don’t have to eat them,” Natsuo reminds you, voice hardening. “They’re merely meant to be a substitute for your apparent gummy candy addiction.”

“How come you and Touya-nii get to have vices, and I don’t?” 

It’s brave, bold, a grumbled out statement that sounds as crumpled as your forehead looks, that slips unconsciously from your lips, your eyes widening a little as the last bit leaves your tongue. 

Natsuo’s surprised, too, abundantly evident in the widened eyes mirroring yours and the soft rush of air that leaves his mouth. 

Muscles stiffening, you brace for the impact, for the bellowing and the berating you’re sure is to follow after such a rude remark, expression teetering on a wince, anticipating the blow. 

But then the shock fades from Natsuo’s face, a peculiar type of amusement eating through it, and he laughs, loud and deep, enough to send gentle tremors through the hardwood floor. 

“You’ve got a bit of spitfire in you today!” he hollers, smile so wide you can see the dried fruit welded to his molars, muted colours filling the dips and dimples. “Oh, if niisan could have heard you say that...”

And although it’s sighed out in amusement, the sentence makes your heart plummet, ice curling around your organs, slow and steady, and you shiver, skin rippling from the impact. 

“Please don’t tell Touya-nii I said that,” you nearly whimper out, an automatic plead, desperate and wavering with the threat of tears. 

Your statement seemingly sobers him, eradicating all remnants of amusement from his face. He regards you carefully, a hint of suspicion tainting his features; narrowing his eyes, screwing up a corner of his mouth. “Why shouldn’t I?” 

It’s in these moments that you see a flash of Touya, a residual film of Touya’s impact, glimmering in gunmetal eyes.

“He deserves to know when you’re being a brat, doesn’t he? How else is he supposed to correct your behaviour otherwise?”

It’s difficult to tell if Natsuo’s actually serious, facial features expertly schooled into a mask of passivity, a talent passed down and perfected from his big brother. 

“I—I didn’t mean it, I swear! I was jealous; it was just a stupid thing that came out of my mouth!”

“And that somehow justifies your bratty behaviour? Irregardless of the reason why you said it, you still said it. That’s the important part here.” 

“I—No, of course not,” your head is shaking, hard and fast, tears rapidly collecting in your eyes. “I’m sorry, I just—I shouldn’t have said that. Please—”

“Apologies don’t teach lessons, sweetheart.” 

His arms cross over his chest, muscles bulging against the hem of his short sleeves, and he raises a brow in question. The corner of his lips twitches, threatening to grow into a lopsided smirk, but his eyes are sharp, gleaming with shards of inquisition.

“Please, Natsuo, I’ll do anything,” you whimper, the words trembling and airy, beseeching gaze darting around his face. The thought of disappointing Touya, of upsetting him, is more than you can possibly bear, a deep, heavy ache taking root in your chest, sinking through flesh and blood to settle at your core. “Just don’t tell Touya.”

Anything turns out to be taking his intimidatingly impressive cock down your pretty little throat.

It’s fucking massive; so thick you can barely fit a fist around it and ivied with gorging veins that twine around the shaft, throbbing in time with each surge of blood rushing southward. It’s already leaking, so much that pre-cum has rolled down the head to collect in his foreskin, milky and pearlescent; so much that it paints the back of your throat in one bitter stroke of translucent ivory as he shoves himself into your waiting mouth. 

It’s over surprisingly quickly; Touya-nii likes to fuck your throat, too, rougher and faster than Natsuo did, and usually can’t cum until he’s made a thorough mess of your face—eyes so overflowing with tears that your lashes are soaked, clumped into spikes with teardrops teetering at the points; salt and sweat streaking your cheeks, all shiny and crusty and dry and tight; spit and pre-cum steadily oozing from the corners of your lips, dribbling down slow and viscous to glaze your chin and drip off your jaw. 

But Natsuo doesn’t seem to need any of that, filling your mouth with thick, hot cum the moment after a singular tear breaks free from your wet lashes, streaming down your cheek and leaving the prettiest glittering trail in its wake. 

As it turns out, none of this even matters, Touya arriving home from his workday with a knowing grin on his face, eyes alight with the thrill of it all.

He doesn’t even need to say anything.

You can read his facial expressions almost as well as he can read yours, now.

“Natsuo!” you cry, gaze flying to his face. “You said you wouldn’t tell!” 

The words quiver with your bottom lip, too stringy and whiny than you intended. 

“Aw, don’t act so upset,” Natsuo waves you off with a hand, though mirth shines on his face, chiseled into his smile, swimming in his eyes. “You know the guilt would’ve eaten away at you anyway, and you would’ve ended up telling him on your own. I just sped up the process.”

The betrayal stings, cheeks prickling with fire as if he had physically backhanded you, but you should’ve known better; how could you have been so stupid, so naive, to believe that he’d actually keep a secret for you, that he’d actually ever go against his big brother, your big brother, for you?

Because Natsuo preens beneath his big brother’s praise, straightens his spine and puffs out his chest when Touya claps an approving hand on his shoulder, clamping down and digging into plush muscle. Because Natsuo smiles so brightly, so widely it must hurt his face, lips stretching and cheeks bunching up, when Touya tells him he did a good job. 

And, really, how could you ever compete with that?

[bagdaddyb]

please please please, jealous Larissa x teacher!reader

Mine

Warnings: S M U T 18+, minors dni!! Filth with little plot, possessive behavior, jealous behavior, slapping, man handling, (lots of) dirty talk, bulge kink, breeding kink, spit kink, praise kink, degrading kink mixed with a little verbal abuse, slight brainwash, punishment/spanking, tears, kinda toxic, Dark Dom Daddy Larissa (Larissa is a bit mean), Bottom Puppy Reader. 

Reader and Larissa have a non established relationship

Authors notes: I’m so sorry anon!!!! I wrote this whole snippet thinking the request was possessiveness then saw it was jealousy and had to work it in there so I’m so sorry if it seems rushed if you don’t like it anon just let me know and I will write something else.

You watched Larissa with a mixture of love and disdain as she shot the fake gun in the air commencing the Poe Cup. For a moment, you question yourself, were you not partner material? Was there a reason this goddess of a woman had only been using you as a sexual rouse for the past six months and not made any move towards progressing you're relationship. In the beginning it was fine you might of even said it was all you wanted at the time but now you longed for a loving embrace, a sweet kiss goodnight, the feeling of your fingers wonderfully tangled in another and while you did sometimes get those from Larissa it wasn’t the same. You wanted more than a fuck buddy wanted more than someone who just took out their frustrations on you and as you sit here and think to yourself you realize that's all Larissa wanted to be. Finally ripping your burning gaze from the woman you settle with yourself in the decision to move on with your life. Walking to the right of the stage to get a better view, your gaze turns to one of adoration as you watch Ophelia halls boat pull into first. Becoming the dorm mom of the hall was like a puzzle piece slipping into place and you couldn't be more proud of your girls. Smiling wide as the group of four run across the finish line you feel a strong beat in your chest when Larissa announces Ophelia hall has won for a second year in a row. Making your way forward you only slightly grimace as mud covers your black boots, luckily the extra height from the shoes saving your black pants from the same fate. Black sweater protecting you from the cold biting wind you carry over four towels to keep the girls from catching cold.

"I must say I'm impressed."

Your voice breaks through Enid's excited squeals and in a second you are surrounded by the rowing team.

"Did you see us Ms. (Y/L/N)?"

Enid says quickly and you can't help the light chuckle you let forth.

"No, I was watching the other Poe Cup across the lake."

You say with sarcasm causing an almost nonexistent smirk to cross Wednesday's face.

"You all were wonderful, what do you say I treat you all to a night of gravedigging."

Your smile was bright as three of the four grimaced at the offer.

"Sounds absolutely dreadful. Let's meet at nine."

Wednesday says trying not to sound overly excited before she walks away towards the dorm hall. Enid and the others trying to hide their disgust as they follow the girl. You let go of a content sigh before turning to make your own way back towards the school building. Your students' essays wouldn't read themselves. Well....... 

“Ms. (Y/L/N).”

Your head turned in response to the near yell of your name another head also turning in the crowd behind you.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your going out with your hall tonight need a second chaperon?”

A smile graced your features as one of the new assistant teachers spoke, you didn’t remember the woman’s name but you recognized her face as she had seemed to be bumping into you a lot recently.

“Oh I don’t need one those girls always behave with me but you are more than welcome to join in the activity it can be very invigorating.”

Your smile was returned as well as a small blush that ghosted the younger woman’s cheeks.

“I can’t wait.”

The young teacher made her way into the crowd leaving you to your thoughts as you began to walk towards the school. Lifting off the floor as you begin to walk on air you get lost within your own mind your abilities now being second nature to you. Steps end as you eventually just propel yourself forward reaching the school in seconds before lowering yourself in the middle of the quad. The walk from there to your classroom is short stepping into the dark room filled with beakers of different organs and body parts a smile graces your lips as you stare at the essays stacked on your desk. This job was a dream teaching monster anatomy coincided with your interests and it allowed you to cause a grimace on most of the students faces on a daily basis.

.......

An unpleasant feeling settled in Larissa’s stomach as she watched Ms. Kathryn Yeil become a blushing mess while speaking to you for the third day in a row. You were to naïve never found yourself pretty so you never assumed anyone else did either but Larissa saw you. The goddess she possessed and she knew your worth so it didn’t surprise her when one of the newbies took a liking to you. What did surprise her was the feeling it brought over her body. Kathryn was young much younger than Larissa pretty, smart, and she seemed to have a few things in common with you. Larissa was your polar opposite there was not a single interest you shared besides coffee and honestly that didn’t even count. So as she hears the end of your conversation your invitation and her acceptance she can’t help but feel that uncomfortable tingle of jealousy course through her as thoughts of you with anyone else fills her mind. Possessiveness takes over her body in waves and as she watches you set off towards the school a pinch of hurt hits her too, if nothing else Larissa owned you she had told you many times before and you always moaned out in agreement..... who even knows what you two have but Larissa was done tiptoeing around it. Toe of her heels digging in the ground as she set off towards the school to find you and put you in your place.

.......

 Sitting down at your desk with a content sigh you barely pick up the third essay on the six different stomachs in a giant before there's a knock on your door. Humming out a distracted ‘come in’ you don’t look up when the person on the other side of the door entered opting to continue reading the essay before you. Familiar heels click against the floor of your classroom and you ready yourself to say what needed to be said standing and dusting off your pants you raise your eyes to sharp blues. Voice nearly dying in your throat you get your courage back with a few fake coughs.

EHM   ehm   “Larissa... we need to talk.”

Your voice came out softer than you intended but you brushed it off deciding to stay strong. Larissa still somewhat scared you even after all this time and her domineering personality often made her lash out. A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in question before her sadistic smile she only seemed to shine your way made its path across her face.

“What does my little puppy need to talk to me about hmm?”

Her words dripped with an unspoken promise. The promise of what you didn’t know and honestly weren’t sure if you wanted to find out. Eyes never leaving Larissa’s you speak.

“Larissa... I can’t... I don’t want to do this anymore. You’re a great woman and it was fun sneaking around at first but I’m tired of cat and mouse I want something real. So what ever this arrangement is that we have it stops now.”

A look of surprise and something else graced Larissa’s features before she merely chuckled and shook her head while moving into your space. 

“Oh my darling girl have I not been clear or have you been to fucked out to remember?”

Starting off sweet before ending harsh Larissa bends to say the next words in your ear.

“When I have you screaming about how your daddy’s little plaything those words are not to arouse you in the heat of passion, though they do seem to get a rise out of you.."

Larissa’s eyes sparkle with mischief as a pink hue starts at your cheeks your strong demeanor slowly starting to fade as she reminds you exactly whose in charge. 

“Those words are a decree a collar you wear around your neck that only I can see. Would you prefer I kept you on my lap so that everyone can see just how much of a slut you are for me? You want real? Lets be real you belong to me puppy; body, mind, and soul. My thing to play with, my bitch to command, you are mine and mine alone but clearly you’ve forgotten that hmm?”

The last four words are sweet even as she grips you harshly and man handles you over your desk.

“How fogged your little mind gets when daddy doesn’t abuse this pussy for a few days.”

You put up no resistance as Larissa strips your body, as much as you wanted to deny it you couldn’t hide the way your heart thumped in excitement, the way your core pulsed in anticipation your mind began to slip back and forth you felt torn, you needed to fight this you wanted something real and the only thing this situation seemed to be was real toxic but as Larissa got you naked slid a hand up your abdomen over your chest and around your throat commanding you to open your mouth and you did so without question accepting her spit happily before swallowing she only proved her words to be true. She owned you.

“There we go puppy, you always take anything daddy gives you.”

Just as the praise registers so does Larissa hand harshly smacking across your face.

“Don’t think that changes anything whore, leave me? I’m the only one that loves you silly puppy is so dumb without daddy you wouldn’t make it a day.”

You bite your lip as the sting of the rough contact tingles on your skin and the words crash through your brain.

“Roll onto your stomach bitch and show me that pretty ass of yours I think you deserve punishment.”

Your body moved quickly as venom laced words continued to fall from Larissa’s mouth.

“I’m very disappointed puppy I thought you always wanted to please daddy. Instead you want to whore yourself out."

Tears build up as your mind begins to slip further.

“You’re going to count each hit slut miss one, we start over, and you’re going to take everything I give you forget your safe word tonight puppy, daddy’s mad and nothing’s gonna stop me tonight.”

crack

You lean a bit further onto your desk as the hard slap connects but don’t miss a beat.

“1.”

smack

“2.”

creak

whimper

“3.”

crack

“4.”

snap

Tears hit the desk in front of your eyes but you barely register them.

“5.”

whack

“6.”

smack

A sob escapes your throat yet you continue.

“7.”

whip

“8.”

wham

“9.”

By now your openly sobbing but it all means nothing to you, you disappointed daddy and you have to make it right.

crack

“10.”

By nineteen your backside screamed at Larissa, red and welping but Larissa only cooed as she ran a light hand up your back.

“Such a good girl, taking your punishment so well, one more puppy just one more.”

A pathetic whimper escaped your throat at the thought but you nodded none the less bracing yourself for another harsh slap. Larissa didn’t hold back her hand connecting with your skin just as harsh as it had the last nineteen times a slight scream escaped your mouth as you crumbled forward falling completely on top of your desk the strength in your arms long gone.

“20.”

A pleased hum left Larissa as she ran a soothing hand up your back.

“Such a good puppy for daddy, you did so well, I’m so proud of you.”

Rolling you onto your back Larissa easily keeps your backside lifted off the wood before sliding her jacket between your skin and the surface. You can’t help but grimace as she lowers you, your cheeks still plenty raw from her rough treatment but your mind focuses on the white haired enchantress as she makes her way between your legs. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry daddy.”

Tears still stream down your face as you speak but Larissa ignores you spreading your legs wide in order to get a good look at you.

“Would you look at that.... it doesn’t matter how rough daddy is with you, you’ll still be a slutty mess between your legs.”

Larissa slips out of her own dress and undergarments easily, unpinning her hair before towering over you.

“I think you secretly like it when daddy’s rough with you....”

Larissa whispers to you as she begins to tease at your swollen clit causing you to gasp.

“Because you know how hard I’ll fuck you after.”

Long fingers easily slide into familiar territory as her thumb continues to play with your clit. Moaning you lift your hands to tangle in white locks.

“Daddy.

You moan out softly as you pull at Larissa willing her to be closer.

“Because you know I’ll fuck you deep and hard with my cock till I fill you with my seed.”

A loud moan slips through at the combination of Larissa’s words and fingers. The familiar tightness beginning in your stomach.

“You like that don’t you bitch, when I fuck you dumb then fill your little cunt with my babies.”

Whimpers begin as a sloshing sound starts between your legs while you respond.

“Yes daddy, I love when you fuck a baby in me, I’m gonna cum daddy, can I cum?”

Removing her fingers, Larissa stands to her full height before sucking your wetness off her digits.

“Oh sweetheart, you think you deserve to cum after the stunt you tried to pull? No puppy tonight is all about daddy, I plan to use you like a fleshlight till I cum, maybe if you behave tomorrow I’ll let you have your release.”

In that moment you see the transformation between her legs begin her vagina being replaced with a penis of her own, her warm thick tip brushing through your folds a few times before she began to push into your entrance. Moans leave your lips as your center still is recovering from the orgasm denial mere moments ago. When Larissa’s hips meet your own you almost quake with need.

“So full daddy.”

The smug look on Larissa’s face sent tingles through you as soft hands ran over your stomach that now bulged with Larissa’s presence.

“Your taking me so well puppy, feel so good inside.”

Your stomach clenches at the words squeezing Larissa and causing her to let out a pleased huff. Moving her hips slowly in and out for a moment you relish in your small adjustment period before Larissa’s left hand grips your throat, her right hand pushes on your bulge and her hips slam against yours. Your eyes rolled back as Larissa began to fuck you within an inch of your sanity, you felt every vein on her length, felt every brush of her tip against your g spot, felt every stretch at your entrance and the pleasure was to good. Tears never stopped flowing though they no longer came from pain now pleasure.

“Oh daddy.”

You moaned out voice a little scruffy from the hand around your neck. 

“Fuck this pussy daddy, yessssss, fuck.”

Your pleasure was blinding, the pressure was building and before you could even open your mouth to ask Larissa pulled out. Your whine was audible a natural response to your second denial but your body remained unmoving. Allowing Larissa to basically manhandle you onto your side, she lifts a leg allowing it to run up her body while the other was pushed out of the way. The first thing you noticed when she entered you in this position was how deep you felt her. You felt like one, her member hitting you in deep spots only she knew, grabbing your legs as leverage Larissa begins to drill you again, loud moans poured out of your mouth as your juices splashed all over Larissa’s jacket.

“Who owns you?”

“Daddy.”

The words seemed to please Larissa one of her hands leaving your leg to play with your clit as she fucked into you.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“Daddy.”

The word came out as a sob as your body begins to slightly shake. 

“I can’t daddy I’m gonna...”

In an instant Larissa’s warmth leaves your walls clenching around nothing desperately. Crossing your legs together Larissa slides between your wet thighs fucking them just as hard and fast as she’d fuck you its merely another minute before she pulls away from your thighs squirting on your punished backside. A whine leaves your lips as you suddenly feel the deep intrusion of Larissa's cock again.

“Such a good puppy, you took me so well.”

Larissa’s words where like a pillow as your drop takes full force, your body shaking with sobs.

“Always such a good puppy for daddy, I’m so proud of you.”

Larissa’s words continued as she wrapped her body around yours becoming the blanket you didn’t know you needed and suddenly you were the safest you’d ever been.

“I’m so sorry daddy, so sorry, I love you daddy I don’t want to upset you.”

The words struck Larissa and she was happy you couldn’t see the small blush on her face.

“And I love you puppy you are mine as much as I am yours and I don’t like to share. What we have is real.”

You ran fingers through soft locks and suddenly your heart started to beat out of your chest wrapped in the warm embrace of your lover still full and connected you felt pure bliss.

“Stop talking to Kathryn it makes me uncomfortable.”

Confusion quickly took hold of your face as you searched your mind before you responded.

“Who?”

[dreamkidddream]

Hi I love love LOVE your blog would you maybe do all the obey me brothers x reader yandere wise?

Hi anon! Thank you for the love I really appreciate it!! I know I sound like a broken record, but I was so nervous to start this blog and I’m so happy that people are enjoying my writings. So this request was kinda vague (and it’s my first yandere request!), so I’m assuming you mean general headcannons being in a relationship with the brothers (separately) being yandere. If I’m wrong, just send in the request again with some more details and I’ll be happy to redo it. Reader is gender neutral and I hope you enjoy!

Sidenote: Beel’s and Belphie’s part is a little bit short. Sorry!

TW: Unhealthy relationships, toxic behavior, yandere behavior but not too graphic is mentioned

Spoilers for Lesson 9-11 (mentioned in Satan’s) and Lesson 16 (mentioned in Mammon’s, Beel’s and Belphie’s)

Yandere HC’s with The Bros

So let me begin by saying this: I think that all demons are very territorial and even more so possessive. The brothers no doubt all love you, but you couldn’t help but realize that their way of love was starting to get just a tad bit worrying. I mean, you knew that they were demons and that they wouldn’t dream of hurting you (again), but it was starting to feel...intense. After all, they were just starting to express openly how they feel. You tried to give them the benefit of the doubt, but it was scary. They were determined that you were going to know just how much they love you...

And you were going to accept it, whether you wanted to or not.

Lucifer

Very controlling

You thought he was strict before, please, you haven’t seen anything yet

It went from telling you when to eat to downright constantly being in his presence. You were pretty much living in his room at this point, with the exception of leaving for school where he was your only escort

He was the embodiment of Pride, he took in pride in everything that he does, which included you. He was the reflection of perfection, and he were going to make sure that you and your relationship with him would reflect that too

He couldn’t help it. He was the oldest and the brother in charge, and that control transferred into your relationship. There was no room for backtalk or disobedience with him, it was his word, and his word was final

But, it was coming from a good place (in his eyes). He only wanted the best for you, because you deserved the best. And you’re a human, one of the weakest beings to ever exist that demons wouldn’t hesitate to rip limb from limb for fun. And he already lost you once due to his negligence. If he was there, if he knew what you were up to, if he knew your every move, then it wouldn’t have taken place. If he takes control, you would be safe. Sure, you would complain about wanting your “freedom” back (relax MC, he didn’t lock you up yet), but this was the best course of action. 

Being the Avatar of Pride and the oldest (and most powerful) of all the brothers, Lucifer was intimidating. He knew the power and the weight that his name holds in the Devildom, he wasn’t Diavolo’s right hand man for nothing. So with that being said, he didn’t have to worry about any lesser demon even thinking about trying to take you away. 

He didn’t see anyone as competition. Psh, do you see who he is? If anything, he sees these “competitors” as nuisances. Annoyances that didn’t know how to go away when they noticed that they weren’t welcomed. They weren’t going to take you away, they won’t even get the chance to be physically close to you, but...

He didn’t have a problem in making an example out of one or two people, as a matter of fact he relished it in. Have them on display for the whole Devildom to see. After looking at their disfigured and nearly destroyed bodies, the message is made clear: to make sure that it’s known that you are off limits completely

He loves you MC, and you may not understand that when he hovers over you, demanding that you never leave his sight, when he makes it to where none of your friends talk to you anymore (when they see you both walking, they immediately turn the other way like they haven’t seen you at all), and even when your time with the other brothers is limited to the point where you see him and only him, but he truly does love you

Lucifer loves you. He let his walls down and even swallowed his pride when he admitted this to you, and he doesn’t want to regret it. Which is why he had to be the dominant force in this relationship. He wasn’t going to lose you again, he refused to. No one was going to take you away from him, lest they incur the wrath of the firstborn

Mammon

This demon was already clingy, so just amp it up to an 1000

Mammon already gets picked on by demons, witches, and even his own family. So when you started to defend and comfort him, he was smitten. You, a mere human, making the Great Mammon feel butterflies in his stomach? Had you told Mammon this 100s of years ago that he would fall in love with a human, he would have laughed in your face and blew you off. But here he was, head over heels in love with you

He was already following you, since he was deemed your protector, and he took that title very seriously.

“Oi MC, stay close with me, that creep’s walking too close.” “Human, ‘ya need to let me walk with you every class, what if some no-good demon’s plannin’ something and I’m not there?!” “MC, stay away from that scumbag, I don’t like him being near you...”

Your safety wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a risk he would be taking like he’s playing a game of poker. No. He loves you, and he hasn’t felt this kind of warmth since his days in the Celestial Realm. If it means that he would never leave your side (and trust me, he’s not complaining), then he was happy about it. Ecstatic even. You were a pure soul and you made him smile everyday, he wasn’t willing to lose you by a longshot

He escalated from being a puppy to a growling rabid demon, baring his fangs at anyone he deemed a threat (which was starting to be an alarming rate of people, even people that you both personally knew). Mammon would always have some sort of grip on you, ready to pull you away under the guise that he was defending you. It got to a point where it just seemed like he was always on edge, just picking fights for no reason, and it got to the point where you confronted him about it. These people were your friends! They weren’t random demons trying to eat you alive, they weren’t trying to torture you for entertainment, and you are your own person! You’re not just some possession, and you’re not a child! You can take care of yourself-

He didn’t like that at all

You didn’t understand it, you’re a weakling compared to everyone here, and you wouldn’t make it by yourself (was Belphie not enough proof of that statement?!). You needed Mammon, and he was going to be there protecting you, whether you wanted it or not. He failed once, and got a second chance, and he wasn’t going to waste it. And if you didn’t want his protection, that’s okay. You’ll grow to live and love him soon enough

Many people forget that while Mammon does act childish and does rather stupid things at times, he is the second born. The second most powerful brother right after Lucifer himself. He won’t (or at least tries not to) do these acts in front of you, no. He knows how vulnerable you can be, you’re not used to seeing vicious acts like these in front of you, but he is. Your classmate that wanted to do a study date for a big test? He’s trying to curse you so he can hurt you Canceled last minute and unenrolled from the class next day. Beel’s teammate that asked you for your number? He obviously wants to get some inside info to harm you Bones broken beyond repair to the point where he couldn’t play Fangol anymore and left in despair (you were only trying to plan a surprise for Beel since he’s been working so hard). The demon that accidentally bumped into you on the street? He tried to attack you and Mammon stepped in before it got worse You personally saw what he was capable of before you begged him to stop. 

All in all, he’s the Avatar of Greed, it’s in his nature to be selfish. Before, he hated himself for how low his sin would make him feel, but damn did it feel good to indulge in it with it came to you

Leviathan

Out of all the bros to go yandere, he would be one of the worst to encounter. Good luck MC, cause you’re gonna need it dealing with his yandere side

Being that his sin is jealousy, it’s just a disaster waiting to happen. Why were you ALWAYS talking to his brothers and not him?! It’s not fair, it’s not fair!-

On top of that, he can be very manipulative, and he knows it. Whenever he talks down on himself, saying that he can understand why you would want to talk to other people instead of him. After all, he’s just a icky otaku who’s a worthless excuse for the third strongest brother-

Whenever he has this spouts, he knows that you’ll drop everything and come reassure him. You can always reschedule, he needs you now

With Levi, he knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he can’t help it, and he doesn’t care to. It took him so long to find real affection, and even then he still had his suspicions. You don’t really care for him if you keep trying to leave him, you don’t! Clearly, your love was just an act. If you really did love him, then wouldn’t you spend all of your time with him and no one else? 

He knew that you couldn’t physically be with him forever, you weren’t immortal after all. But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t spend your remaining time with him. You could switch to online classes like him, constant anime and TSL marathons, and you could even watch him stream live! That sounded like heaven (ironically) to him and it would make him beyond happy, so why aren’t you agreeing with him? You would do this if Mammon asked or even if your hex classmate begged you too, so why not do it for him?? Was he not enough for you?! He knew that someone would try to steal you, and there will be hell to pay

Another thing, Levi was smart. Granted, not as book smart as Satan, but he was smart and sly. Always being stuck in his room, it gave him the chance to be stealthy since no one ever expects him to leave (unless it was for a rare appearance at RAD for student council meetings or something he was actually excited for and wouldn’t shut up about it). This gives him time for what needs to be done: collecting some “personal souvenirs” for himself and getting rid of some scum

Levi is like Mammon, many people forget that not only is he the third strongest, but he is the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. They just don’t see him in this position of power because of his image as the shut-in otaku who fanboys over Ruri-Chan. But when he breaks out of that mentality, people should worry...

He doesn’t like to be super messy, his route is silent but quick. Doesn’t mean that it would be painless though, just quick and without much of a mess. Being an reptile/aquatic demon does have its perks, especially when it comes to using his venom

Levi, while he struggles with openly expressing his feelings, won’t have that much of an issue showing you how he feels. He may not be able to say it with words confidently, but he can definitely show you how he truly feels by never letting you go

Satan

Another one to where if he went yandere, he would be the worst to deal with

Satan, while he had a better handle on his emotions, still struggled from time to time. He is the Avatar of Wrath, and yes, you all didn’t feel like you had to walk on eggshells when conversing with him, it didn’t mean that you could just say or do anything

He still reacted in his angry ways, but it wasn’t nearly as ruthless as how it was before. For example, if you spilled something on him by accident, he’ll be just a little irritated, but after looking at your guilty expression, it would slowly drift away. He knows that you aren’t idiotic like some of his brothers , and it was you, he couldn’t stay mad at you no matter how much he tried. It would eat at him, anger turning into sadness, then clarity and understanding. And you were to thank for that

After the whole body swap fiasco, he gotten better with understanding emotions other than the usual fury that flowed through his body. And the ones that you would make him feel got him addicted, to say the least

Like Levi, he starts to understand that what he is doing can’t be right, but he doesn’t understand why. Satan, one of (if not) the smartest of the brothers, could not figure out what you were making him feel, until it finally hit him when you said the three words he desperately didn’t know that he needed to hear:

“Thank you so much, Satan! Seriously, I love you.” 

This feeling became much clearer now. This...was how true love felt? Like the ones that he read so much about? This was like a dream come true then. He, a demon that born from literal wrath, was receiving genuine love. Someone loved him, and he refused to let that go. 

He would occupy your time and space more, always offering to help you study for some tests or completing assignments, and even inviting you to come read with him. This was fine, it wasn’t an issue. 

What was the issue was how territorial he was getting of you. Whenever someone else wanted to hang out or just be in your presence, Satan would lose his cool. It would start out slowly building with him making snarky comments out loud, saying that they were boring you and wasting your time when you could be with him. Then it would lead to him lingering around, sticking close to your side by either grasping your hand or, if he was feeling extra possessive, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist with him giving a threatening look at the offender. If none of these things were working however (Diavolo forbid if the person was ignoring him or even acting smug), he was ready to explode.

He didn’t want to scare you anymore than he already had. Satan knew that in the past that he used his reputation as the Avatar of Wrath to strike fear into people, including you when you first arrived here. But he was a new demon! He couldn’t make his anger or wrath go away, but he could control it and find new ways to release it instead of the usual rampages. And he wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t just the rage-filled demon, but a man that was more than capable of loving you

But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, let this person get off scot-free. You noticed how tense he was getting, and before you could even blink he already had them dangling by their neck. You could make out some of the things he was saying, “How dare you think you can take MC away from me?! I won’t hesitate to end your pathetic existence if you so much as glance at them-”. He could feel you tugging at him, pleading at him to please calm down and that you could both just leave-

Well, why didn’t you say so earlier MC? All of this could have been avoided if you were just with him this entire time instead of this filth. As long as you kept giving him this euphoric feeling and have him feeling like he’s on Cloud 9, then everything will be fine. A non-rampaging Satan is a happy Satan, and a happy Satan is good for you and everyone around. Just stay in his presence, just give him love, and everything will be peaceful.

Satan is not a merciful demon, and when he acts on his wrath it gets very gruesome. If you want people to keep their body parts attached and not scattered across the Devildom (and not find their bloody heart at your door since they wanted you to have it so much), then don’t stray away from him. When Satan is with you, he feels content with everything, and he doesn’t want that to change. He wants you to be happy with him like he is with you, and he won’t let anyone get in the way of that

You were the beauty to his beast, and he was going to get his happy ever after, even if he had to tear through and rip apart every single person in the way, one by one

Asmodeus

Getting the Avatar of Lust to fall in love with you is a feat that was rarely (if not ever) obtained. It was both a blessing and a curse

A blessing to where you got the treasured fifth born to show you just how much he appreciates you for you, and only wanted your eyes set on him. A curse to where he only wanted your attention, and was furious if your eyes wandered off him for a millisecond.

You knew how Asmo was, he lived for the attention, the spotlight on him and only him, with people announcing their undying love and affection just for him. But there was a glaring problem with this

Asmo wanted you announcing your undying love and affection just for him. He loved his fans, but he didn’t love them like he loved you, and that was a problem for him. You made him fall in love with you, so it’s only fair that you deal with it, right? It’s only fair to love him as much as he did you right? Really, you were the one that was suppose to be madly in love with him, not the other way around

It doesn’t matter what you answered, loving him was the only choice that you had. Your head should be filled with thoughts of Asmo, your attention only set on him, your pretty lips only speaking praises and “I love you” just for him, you should dedicated to Asmo and only Asmo

What did you do to make him fall so hard for you? He’s no stranger to having flings and the feeling of love in general. In the past, he’s convinced himself that he was in love with certain people, but it would never last, the “love” that he felt fleeting. So for you to make him feel this emotion, to feel this true love for so long and it not leave him yet frightened him so much. He wanted you to need him, to feel like he’s your very reason to breath, to live. 

And he hated it when other people took your attention away

Asmo definitely wasn’t the one to be messy (he still has to look his best and some pieces of trash was not about to change that), so he lets his charm do the job, literally. Who could deny his request when he tells them that they should just leave MC alone forever, and that maybe they should go pay Cerberus a visit if they’re so desperate for some attention.

All in all, Asmo is borderline delusional that loving him is by giving him your attention, always and forever. He loves you, and the bare minimum that you’ve been giving him (in his eyes) isn’t enough anymore. He deserves your love and affection at all times, even if it means that he would be the only person in your life, then that was even better. Your love was only fitted for perfection, and he was perfection, no one else

Beelzebub

Okay, so Beel is already the nicest brother out of the bunch, so I think he would be the least concerning yandere to worry about 

He’s already soft when it comes to you and his family, and he’s protective of you

He’s very, very protective of you

Beel, although he’s among the youngest, is one of the strongest physically. He’s muscular and the tallest out of the family. He doesn’t even need to open his mouth to threaten anyone, he can just stand there and stare menacingly in the background, and whoever was there would run for the hills 

He’s always around you, which isn’t a bad thing. All he does is eat (which he offered to share and even feed to you), make small talk, and walk with you to wherever you needed to go. Besides, to you Beel is a big cuddly teddy bear (just with really sharp teeth). He wouldn’t hurt anyone without reason. As long as no one was trying to take you away or hurt you, then everything was fine. 

He is willing to share you, but only with Belphie. He’s used to sharing with his twin, and he loved the both of you too much to be completely selfish with you. Plus, he knew that Belphie loved you too. This was the perfect reality for him: having you, his twin, and food. It makes him and Belphie happy, and they’ll make you happy along with keeping you safe

Now, if someone did have the courage to try anything with you, Beel would have no problems eliminating the issue. He’s a nice guy, but he won’t tolerate anything if it deals with his family. He’ll be conscious enough to where he won’t handle it in front of you, if anything he won’t even leave a trace. He’s the Avatar of Gluttony after all, he always has an appetite. 

Beel is a very understanding, but also very wary, guy. After the Fall and losing his baby sister Lilith and having Belphie taken too, he’s terrified that something can and is bound to happen to you again. He will be ready this time, he won’t take anything else as an answer. You’ll still have your freedom, and you can still hang around some of your friends (at least for now), but just know that Beel will always be around. He’ll be like your second shadow, and always on the go. He loves you, and he refuses to lose anyone else that he loves. 

Belphegor

This man was already yandere, let’s be real

After the whole situation happened and he was given a second chance to build a real relationship with you, he wasn’t going to screw it up. Believe it or not, despite his laziness, he was going to try his hardest to create a genuine bond with you. Actions speak louder than words after all, and he wanted to show you how much he’s changed. He was indebted to you, you gave him the chance to be with Beel again, and to get out of that cursed attic (even though he did kill you afterwards and was playing you like a fool)

Very possessive and very selfish. If he had to share, it would only be with his twin obviously. No one else was going to have you, and he would make sure that was a fact. After all, all he needed was you and Beel, no one else

Also like Levi, very manipulative. He doesn’t want to be that way, but if it keeps you by his side and no one else’s then oh well, he’ll get over it. If it has to be done, it has to be done

You don’t need to go to that party with Asmo, it’s time for your nightly cuddle sessions. Don’t go with that idiot Mammon, he wants his cuddles now. Why are you going with Diavolo and Lucifer? Are you forgetting what they did to him, what his dear older brother did to him to save face? See what you did, you made him sad, maybe if you take a nap with him and forget about everyone else he’ll start to feel a little bit better...

He’s lazy, but don’t take his laziness for weakness. If someone is really starting to become a bother, he’ll happily eradicate the threat. He’ll leave the body behind too, he wouldn’t feel like cleaning up. Plus, he would be proud of his work. Many people think that just because his sin is Sloth is that he’s a puny demon, but they also forget that he’s one of the most powerful demons to even grace Hell. And like Satan, he’s not very merciful. He won’t be as savage and bloodthirsty like him, but he’ll make sure that the problem goes in an agonizing way. 

MC, just know that Belphie loves you for you, and not because of the Lilith revelation. His words may not come across like he does, but what he doesn’t say with his words, he makes up for in action. I mean, you don’t have to worry about other demons being a pain because he’ll make sure that they’ll go away, and plus you can just stay in their room! Studies show that sleeping next to someone you love is super healthy and helps you sleep better in general, and who else is better for the job than him?

He’s going to prove to you that he really loves you, he’s not going to make any more mistakes, and he’s not going to have any more regrets when it comes to you, he’s going to make sure of that. No one is going to get in the way of the ideal dream: just you, him, and Beel. Not random demons, not the other exchange students, not even Diavolo. No one was getting in the way, no one. 

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Yes ! Can you maybe do an imagine where the reader breaks up with Will because they dont think they’re good enough for him ?? But with a happy ending where they get back together because he really wants to be with them

Of course, sweet Anon!😊 Man, y'all really love angst lmao In retrospect, this might be a bit too angsty😬I blame Bo Burnham's Inside

This imagine is going to be really depressing, like a lot. There will be mentions of attempted suicide and self harm so, SEVERE TRIGGER WARNING.

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It had been over a year since you broke up with Will.

You'd never felt more depressed in your life, but you thought it was the right decision at the time. What bullshit that turned out to be...

Your crippling insecurity forced your mind to think you didn't deserve to have someone as amazing as Will, he was so thoughtful and you were so, well, so dependent.

You weren't in the best stage of your life when you met Will, you were in a really dark place and you had even more trouble getting out of it. You haven't really made much progress since then, but you tried.

You just wanted to feel better for once. Every day, you just felt like you were drowning and taking Will with you.

He was your rock, and he made sure that he was right beside you every time you felt bad. Of course, being an actor, he had to go away sometimes and you always told him that you'd be fine. You weren't, of course, but you were always so happy for him whenever he'd book a film or TV show because it made him happy.

There were days you just felt numb, mostly when Will wasn't with you. Those days you'd just lay in your bed, sob uncontrollably until the exhaustion would put you to sleep.

Will felt helpless, and you could always see it on his face. He was worried about you, he wanted to help you, but it wasn't something that he could change or do anything about. Him worrying about you day and night made you feel even worse, that was not what you wanted for him. He deserved to be with something that lifted him up and encouraged him, not someone who's depressing all the time and unintentionally bringing him down with them. No...you didn't want that for him at all.

It was inevitable, but it didn't make it any easier to break up with him.

Will's heartbroken face would forever be engrained in your mind, but you kept telling yourself it was in his best interest.

You cried the hardest you ever cried in your entire life. You loved him so much, you didn't want to let him go, but you couldn't let your toxicity ruin his life. And you honestly thought that it would get better in time, but it only made your mental state deteriorate ever more.

One night, when the pain got too hard to handle, you took and broke your shaving razors, taking out the blades.

In hindsight, you really wished you hadn't, you felt embarrassed about it for the longest time. But trying to look on the bright side, it did force you to finally get the professional help you needed. Therapy, medication, the whole nine yards. You kicked yourself for not getting yourself help sooner, because you felt better now that you were going to therapy.

You still struggled a lot, but you knew once you found the right medication, it would become more bearable, and it did eventually. It took a lot of hard work.

You thought about Will a lot, what he was up to, if he found someone else that he loved. The thought was painful, but all you wanted for him was to find true happiness.

One day, you decided to go out to a coffee shop one morning, as opposed to just Postmateing yourself like you normally did. Your therapist did say you needed to get out more, so you took their advice.

You walked through town, a simple little coffee shop catching your eye. The name sounded familiar to you, though you couldn't quite place why. You didn't think you'd been to this place before, you usually made your own coffee, but you wanted to give it a try.

The light ring of a bell filled your ears as you opened the front door. It was a really cold morning, so the warm heat hitting your skin and inhaling the strong smell of coffee and freshly made bakeries put a small smile on your face.

You were thankful that there wasn't a line, possibly to early in the morning, maybe you got there before the usual early birds. Though looking around, it was a small place, only a few book readers scattered amongst the small tables that were set up opposite of the counter where you ordered.

While waiting for your coffee, a wall full of art caught your eye. You walked closer to look at all the pieces, all of them painted by customers. Hmm, cute...

You didn't really acknowledge the bell ringing once more, signaling an arrival of another customer, to focused on the pretty art.

"Hey!" You heard one of the workers say cheerfully, probably addressing the new customer. "Your usual, Will?"

Your smile dropped. Ha, what are the odds, right?

"Yep, of course. Thank you."

Then, your heart dropped.

You recognized that voice anywhere. Now you knew why this shop sounded so familiar, it was Will's favorite place to get coffee, he had mentioned it to you before. Of course, of all the coffee places in town, you had to pick this one.

You slowly turned around, your heart beating out of your chest and almost coming to a complete stop once you laid eyes on his face. That face you always thought about, even in your dreams. "Wi-"

"Y/n!" You cringed as the coffee shop worker called out your name, telling you that your coffee was ready.

Will immediately snapped his gaze over to you, clearly having trouble believing it was actually you. You stood there awkwardly, having a hard time reading his expression. Was he mad? Sad? Happy?

"Y/n." Will almost whispered, taking a couple steps closer to you.

Will looked the same, just as handsome as when you last saw him. His eyes were locked onto you, looking you over in awe. He thought you looked so much healthier now, but always thinking that you look stunning, no matter the circumstance.

"How...how are you?" Will started, a small smile finally stretching across his lips. "You look," He chuckled softly, "amazing."

You looked down slightly when your face started to burn, all of your blood seeming to rush right to your face from one simple compliment. "Thank you." You said sheepishly. "You look amazing too, as usual."

Now it was Will's turn to blush, his easy to spot with his fair complexion. "Uh, do you wanna, maybe, sit down? Or we could go somewhere else, if you want to, that is. Don't feel pressured or anything." He rambled.

You smiled. "Yeah, sure." You grabbed your coffee and joined Will at the table he chose to sit at. "So, uh, how've you been?" You asked, taking tiny sips of your hot drink.

"Good, good. I'll be filming a new project soon, so that'll be fun." Will paused for a beat, then sighing despairingly . "I've been, uh, thinking about you. A lot."

"I've been thinking about you too."

"I kinda lied. I am filming something soon but, I haven't been good. Ever since we broke up, life just...kind of feels a bit grey now."

You frowned, biting your lip hard to keep tears from welling up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Will..." You whispered. "I thought you'd be better off without me to drag you down. I was such a burden."

Will furrowed his brows, shaking his head with a frown. "No. You weren't dragging me down, I loved you, Y/n. I would've done anything for you. I know that you struggled a lot with your mental health, but I wanted to be with you through all that. I never thought you were a burden, not for a second."

"I just," You wiped an unwanted tear from your cheek, "I don't think I was ready to be in a relationship then. I've been working really hard on my health and now that I have a clearer mindset, I think it was probably for the best that I broke up with you when I did."

Will took a deep breath. "I respect that. I do. I'm happy for you, that you're better now. I don't want this to come off as selfish...but I still love you. I want to be with you. But I understand if you can't be in a relationship right now. I'll wait for you, as long as it takes if you'll let me."

You blushed furiously once more. At this point, you practically wanted to throw yourself at this man. You didn't care if it didn't work out again, you still wanted him, badly.

"I still love you too, Will. Always have."

Will smiled softly. "I don't want you to be my partner again if you're not ready."

"I don't know if I am, I'm still working on myself, but...goddamn I wanna kiss you so bad right now." You said, eliciting another blush and a shy laugh from Will.

You answered him by leaning forward slowly, rubbing your nose against his before gent as you smiled widely at him, leaning closer. You almost shivered as his cold hands reached over to delicately trace your jawline, the gesture automatically putting you in a sort of trance where you could only look into his eyes.

"I really want to kiss you." Will giggled, fully cupping the side of your jaw. "May I?"

You answered him by leaning forward slowly, rubbing your nose against his before gently connecting your lips with his.

Over a year of wanting and missing Will, you ignored your dislike of PDA, you've needed this for so long. The spark you always felt when you kissed him was still there, still giving you goosebumps along with an intense desire you definitely couldn't act on in this coffee shop.

Will pulled away, only to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes closed just relishing in the moment. "I've missed you so much."

"Me too." You chuckled breathlessly.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to rush back into things. We can take it slow if that's what you want."

This man was always such a gentleman, but it just made you even more eager to take him home with you.

"Right now, I don't think I'm capable of taking things slow." You said, a almost seductive tone to your voice.

Will smiled playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's absolutely not taking things slow."

"How about we go to my place? Make up all the lost time?" You asked not as confidently, the feeling of rejection making you nervous, but Will smiled gently, taking a hold of your hand and kissing you once more.

"Lead the way."

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Hope you enjoyed! Hopefully it wasn't too depressing and dark in the beginning.

[nanasparadise]

Can you do (aged up of course), Yandere Narancia x reader. [p.s can it include any of these prompts? “ Stop denying our love! Stop denying our future together!! ”, “ Please don’t cry. Show me the smile I love so much! ”, “ You can’t escape my love.”,” You will grow to love me back, I just know it!“] Thx so much <3

“You can’t escape my love”

“You will grow back to love me, I just know it.”

Hiya anon! I hope you enjoy it! <3 

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t understand the concept of boundaries and keeps harassing you, until he stands in front of your apartment’s door...

TW: cyber harassment, implied stalking, gaslighting, mentions of a panic attack, toxic relationship, noncon touching, curse words, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Narancia has been aged up, no minor content on my blog!

Word count: 2155

“No escape” Yan! Narancia x gender-neutral reader 

 Bling. Another one of… how many messages again? You have stopped counting a while ago. An exasperated sigh escapes your lips, wondering why you haven’t turned off the volume yet. Why is he so unrelenting? Annoyed, you take your phone in your hand, staring at the twenty-five texts Narancia has left for you. At first, they have started off innocently, asking you about your well-being and your day. But as time has passed, the messages have begun becoming more invasive and have ended up being straight-up creepy. 

“Why aren’t you answering me, did I do something wrong?” 

“Stop being so stubborn, I know you want to be with me, too!” 

“I’m always near you, you’re aware of that, right? You can’t escape my love.”

 An icy shudder travels down your spine while reading the last two sentences. Fear clenches around your heart, making your chest feel heavy, your breaths short and laboured. 

“’’Try out this dating app!’ they said, ‘It will be fun!’ I see where this fun has lead me to”, you think gloomily. Why on earth did you ever sign up to that damned app and had to match with Narancia? You curse yourself, curse your naivety for having expected to encounter there a nice and healthy relationship.

The only thing that has waited for you is an obsessive stalker you can’t get rid of. Of course you didn’t realise Narancia’s disturbing nature at the beginning. No, you thought of him as sweet and energetic, although a bit tiring. Your first dates were pleasant: you went to a fair, sharing candyfloss and laughter between you, to a restaurant, where the Italian nearly choked on his pasta out of excitement, to a spring picnic at the local park, bathing in the gentle sunlight. It all seemed so beautiful to you back then, so innocent. But quickly, things have changed. 

Narancia has become increasingly clingy to you until it started feeling as if he was glued onto your hip. Oh, you want to go grocery shopping? He’ll come with you and help you carry your bags! You’re planning on visiting your family on the weekend? He’ll join you, he has been dying to meet them anyway! 

Setting boundaries with him was extremely challenging. Every time you hinted that you’d rather like to spend some time alone, he nearly threw a fit, taking your words out of context and twisting them around. 

“So you want to toss me away? You don’t think I’m important to you?”, he shouted at you, tears of anger forming in his eyes. Back then, you didn’t notice his gaslighting methods, felt guilty for prioritising yourself. But now, you don’t want to hold yourself back anymore. There isn’t any reason for you to justify yourself, especially not to someone who clearly has no right to intervene in your life like this. Your gaze travels back to your phone. All these messages, these implications, are proof enough of his unhealthy attachment to you. Hell, he even admitted following you! No matter how much you enjoyed your time together, you can’t let Narancia continue with his creepy behaviour.

Quickly, you type a text, telling the Italian that if he goes on invading your privacy, you’ll block him. For a few minutes, sweet silence dominates your living room. 

“Maybe he finally got it”, you muse hopefully. 

Bling. There goes your hope. 

“Are you messing with me? Why would you write that?! Please, stop with these jokes, we can talk about this!” Another sigh comes out of your mouth. 

“No Narancia, we actually can’t. That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell the whole time, but it seems you don’t understand. I’m sorry, but I’m gonna block you for now, otherwise I’ll go insane.” 

With these final words, you block his number. Relief washes over you as you realise that the Italian can’t harass you anymore. 

“It‘s kind of sad how things have turned out”, you mumble to yourself. Though you do feel some regret – after all, the two of you had shared many beautiful moments together – you abruptly stop your pondering. “No use to cry over spoiled milk, Y/N. If he keeps treating you like this, it’s best to get away from him.”

Little did you know that Narancia isn’t letting you go that easily. The following days, he kept reaching out to you towards multiple phone numbers. Every time you blocked it, a new one popped up. At this point, you’ve simply stopped using your phone altogether, only relying on the device if it’s inevitable. In those cases, you’re helplessly exposed to the unnerving messages of the young man. The latest one keeps haunting your mind, initiating your anxiety. 

“I’ve been really patient with you, Y/N, but this little game is making me lose my temper. I’ll be seeing you tonight and then we settle things straight. You will grow back to love me, we’ll make up again, I just know it.” 

Nervously, you eye the nearest clock in your flat. 8 p.m. What does Narancia consider ‘tonight’? Will he even come? Are you able to face him right now? 

“Oh god, I need to go”, you whisper desperately, nausea manifesting itself in your stomach. You could crash at your friend’s place, you’re sure they’d understand your situation. Quickly, you gather all your important belongings, ready to flee, as a loud knocking on your front door followed by an all too familiar voice interrupts your escape. 

“Hey Y/N, could you open the door for me, please?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You mutter an incoherent string of curses. Petrified, you just keep staring at the door, not daring move a single muscle in your body. 

“If you don’t open the door yourself, I’ll just break it in, you know?”, Narancia shouts on the other side. The casualness of his tone scares you even more. 

“How can he just be so blasé by his behaviour? Doesn’t he notice how wrong his actions are?” Actually fearing the Italian might damage your property, you accept your defeat and slowly walk up to the front door. Hesitantly, with shaking hands, you unlock it and pull the handle down. Nervousness creeps up on you, making your palms grow sweaty and your heart palpitating erratically. Soon – too soon for your liking – you meet a pair of familiar purple eyes. To your surprise, Narancia smiles upon seeing your face. 

“Hi babe,” he greets you, carefree, “I’m so glad you opened the door for me! You have no clue how much I’ve missed you!” Without even waiting for you to invite him in – which you definitely wouldn’t have done – the young man marches into your flat, invading your privacy even further. Suddenly, two arms wrap around your middle and pull you close to the young man’s chest. Your breathing falters at the abrupt touch. “It’s alright, it’s only me, Y/N”, Narancia tries to comfort you. If only he knew that his presence currently gives you anything but comfort…

A few moments later, you find yourself sitting on your couch next to him. Narancia flashes you a seemingly reassuring grin all while you keep fiddling with the sleeves your shirt. You blankly stare at the floor in front of you. Even though Narancia’s behaviour is conveying sympathy, you couldn’t get rid of the intuitive feeling that this is all but a façade to lull you into a false sense of security. Who knows what he could do to you? Despite his overall sweet and fun nature, the young man doesn’t shy away from using violence if you test his – admittedly little – patience. His numerous messages flash up in your mind again. You’re painfully aware now how he made it clear that you’ve clearly missed your opportunities of being in his good graces. This realisation pushes you nearly over the edge, being on the brink of a panic attack. Would Narancia really hurt you? 

“Look Y/N,” the sound of his voice interrupts your train of thought. A little startled, you immediately straighten your back and glance at his form next to you. The young man’s hand finds its way to yours, stopping your fumbling by securely grasping it. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, but what’s wrong? Why did you just ignore me like that?”, Narancia asks you. You don’t miss the hint of annoyance in his voice, indicating his true feelings. Though anxiety still has a hold on you, you try your best to fight against it and tell him the truth. After all, it’s not like you could escape this situation anyway. So you take a deep breath in and out again, before you spill your following words. 

“Well, I know you’re more of a clingy person Narancia, but what you’re doing is unhealthy. You can’t expect me to give you my full attention all the time. And you definitely can’t follow me around! It’s just creepy and wrong. You know that’s considered stalking, right?”

The Italian stares back at you incredulously. You wonder what’s going on in his head right now. 

“You gave me no other choice, Y/N! How am I supposed to see if you’re doing alright if you deny me like this? You really think me worrying about you makes me some deranged criminal?”, Narancia barks angrily back at you. The grip on your hand tightens. Listening to your previous gut feeling, you immediately retrieve your hand from his all while scooting away from him to gain more space between you. The dark-haired man’s jaw visibly clenches at your action, disapproval glistening in his eyes. Of course he would use his gaslighting tactics on you, he always does when things don’t go his way. Cautiously, you think for a while of what to say, not wanting to trigger Narancia’s wrath any further. 

“It’s not the fact you worry about me, it’s the way you choose to show your concern. Narancia, it’s not okay what you’re doing, you’re actually making me feel very uncomfortable, even right now. Plus, you’re blaming me for your behaviour, which is, again, not acceptable”, You carefully reply, hoping to talk some sense into him.

He makes you uncomfortable? Narancia can’t comprehend your words at all. He’d been worrying himself sick the last few days, trying to reach out to you as best as possible while you cruelly kept on ignoring his countless messages. But he is supposed to be the bad guy now? The Italian scoffs intensely at that thought. He can feel the anger gnawing at his guts, ready to be released. 

“You’re being ridiculous, Y/N,” Narancia reprimands you, “can’t I show you anymore that I care? That I love you? Even after you’ve blocked and ignored me? What do you expect me to do now, to just let you go?” 

“Actually, I do,” you peep quietly, “I can’t continue with this madness. If you don’t want to understand and listen to me, then it’s best for you to go. Now.” Your voice grows stronger with every word you utter, finally regaining your confidence. Meanwhile, Narancia’s heart sinks to his stomach at your statement. Do you really want to leave him? 

“No, no no no Y/N, you don’t mean this, right? You wanna stay with me, don’t you?” 

“No, I really don’t think I do, not after you’ve shown me your true colours.” 

With a force you don’t expect, Narancia pulls you suddenly against his chest again. His arms cage you in, leaving no room for you to move at all. 

“This is just a misunderstanding,” the young man keeps repeating like a mantra while tightening his grasp as if you could dissipate into thin air if he didn’t cling onto you, “It’s normal for couples to fight from time to time, it’s fine. We’re fine, right? You wouldn’t abandon me for real, would you?” 

“Narancia, I –“ you try to intervene, but your attempts remain futile as he cuts you off quickly. 

“No, you’re not going to leave me! I’m not letting you. Look, this is but a silly fight, you’re not going to toss away our relationship for that, are you? Just remember all the beautiful moments we shared together, how happy I can make you, if you just let me!” Narancia nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. “I love you, Y/N.” He eagerly plants kisses onto your skin, making you shudder and whimper helplessly. Your eyes grow bigger, your breath quickens as you desperately look for a way to escape this situation, to escape him. 

“I love you more than anything in this world. I’d gladly give up everything if it meant to spend every second with you by my side. No one can love you like this but me. Remember that next time you’re thinking I’m going to let you off the hook”, Narancia whispers in your ear, the underlying threat being crystal clear to you. No, you aren’t going to escape from him any time soon…

[uuujeewriting]

Hi!! I was just wondering on the post where reader was a yandere and how the boys would react, could you do something like a part 2 to it? Like where they find out the reason why reader is like this? Sorry if its not really clear and you don’t have to do it! Anyways have a good day :D

change you [albedo, childe, kaeya, diluc, xiao]

part 2 of ‘stop it’ where fem!reader is a yandere

tw: UNHEALTHY/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, gore, violence, cuss words, manipulative behavior, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder and angst of course

albedo x fem! reader, childe x fem! reader, kaeya x fem! reader, diluc x fem! reader, xiao x fem! reader

a/n: just a reminder that this behavior should not be tolerated or idolized as it is not healthy nor is it acceptable. sorry this took such a long time anon! i’m clearing my inbox tonight since i’m finally done with school hehe. hope this is to your liking nonnie, sorry if the bits are too short !!

i would like to clarify that if any of these scenarios/hc’s of mine are similar to other writers’ works, it is unintentional and i apologize

albedo

after the incident that happened between you and his former assistant, he hadn’t left the lab and you inside it for days

he claims to others that something in his research had come up and he would be requiring maximum isolation for the next few days

or weeks

(absolutely believable considering the timely announcement of his deceased assistant)

“albedo..” the alchemist’s eye twitched at the ring of your voice, beckoning him to you

“shouldn’t you at least entertain me–your captive?” you sickeningly chuckle as you notice his annoyance

soon this turned into complete panic

“come on,” you cling onto his arm, “pay attention to me before i leave you with no assistants at all.” 

the audacity, albedo exclaims internally

“do not tempt me to bind you to a chair until i find a solution, y/n.” he peers menacingly into you in a futile attempt to guise his fear

fear that you’d be too much for him to control

that he’ll lose you even further

you let out a ‘tsk’ as you take a seat beside the busied alchemist

“why are you even trying so hard?” a mumble escapes your mouth

perhaps he felt responsible

or maybe he does this to avenge sucrose

there might even be a slim possibility of him still loving you

but none of these answers felt genuine enough to reason

“frankly enough, i, too, question why.” 

childe

your trip home was awkward

and that’s to say the least

fuming in utter disbelief and rage was your alleged lover, intentionally averting his gaze from you

he was trying so hard not you hit you, the only thing holding him back is that he didn’t want to stoop to your level

you were rather pleased with what had happened and flaunted this

“that went well,” you smile and raised an eyebrow as you eyed childe

“you have no heart at all.” his voice devoid of any emotion aside from anger reaches your ears

at this, you dare laugh amidst the tension in the atmosphere surrounding the both of you

“now, i wouldn’t say that! i did it for you, isn’t that enough to prove i’m just as human as everyone else?” 

“you make me sick.” the harbinger spits

you aren’t too pleased with this 

moving to his side, you pinch his cheeks, “come now, love. a little warning from me won’t kill them!” you attempted to lift the mood but all is in vain as you feel a wet drop trickle down from childe’s cheek to your hand

eyes widening at this. you finally pipe down at wait for his response

he grabs your wrist and yanks it from his face

“don’t you dare come near me every again, you’re the worst person i’ve ever been manipulated by.”

kaeya

to say that kaeya was disappointed is an understatement

what’s worse than catching your lover trying to murder some nun for inconveniencing him at the dead of night?

having all this happen and being a captain of the knights of favonius

“what in celestia’s name has gotten into you, y/n?”

oh, he was mad

no ‘baby,’ ‘sweetheart–’ not even ‘snowdrop’

you idly twiddle your thumbs innocently, as if you weren’t about to be charged for attempted murder in a few hours

“i thought it would make you happy.” you admit

facepalming to the highest caliber, kaeya sighs and manages to break a sarcastic smile, finding the entire situation unbelievable

“simply outstanding, l/n.”

uh oh, he used your last name

furrowing your eyebrows, you raise one, “you’ve never called me that, sweetheart.”

kaeya glares at you, “let’s put it like this–i’m trying my absolute best not to knock you out right now.”

“i still don’t see how i did anything wrong.” you cross your arms

the knight chuckles hoarsely

“oh, you will.” he states 

and after that, he goes ahead to the acting grandmaster’s office

things are going to be pretty rough for you from now on

diluc

once he had found adelinde’s corpse in the vicinity and see how you disposed of her, he felt sick to the stomach

yet another one buried six feet under his

“do you like my gift, dearest?” placing a hand on his stiff shoulder, you look at the mess you made

“why, you-” he grumbled and grits his teeth

and the worst has yet to come

“once i have you behind bars for this, i’ll make sure you repent.” diluc states with his clenched fists

“oh, about that-” you laugh, “you can’t”

what?

“excuse me?!” the pyro wielder exclaims

“well, mister flawless reputation, i’ve already devised a plan beforehand,” you pause to slowly circle the man frozen in place

“elzer had put in records of cannibalism in adelinde’s files, since suspicion has been around for a while.” 

damn the maids for having such loud mouths

“a simple statement such as ‘it was self defense!’ and it’d be fine.”

you were truly a force to be reckoned with when aggravated

even so, if he couldn’t have you put in jail, no way was he going to let you live alongside him any further

“pack your things.” he clenches his jaw and drags you indoors

“i’ll give you five minutes to take everything with you, and if you dare defy me this time, i’ll make sure you are dealt with swiftly myself.”

xiao

out of everything you could’ve surprised him with, why did it have to be this?

this wasn’t a pleasant surprise, no

he didn't feel any love from what you’d done, only the flames of fury engulfed the adeptus

“in what plane if existence did you think what you’d done is flattering?!” the yaksha yelled once you and him got to a secluded room in wangshu inn

“xiao, i wasn’t trying to be mean, she laid her eyes on you-”

“like every other being does! gods, y/n, you’re unfathomable.” xiao rubs his temples

inching closer to the trembling man, you atemtped to massage his throbbing head

your efforts have been dismissed with a swat of xiao’s hand as he growls at you

“don’t touch me, filthy mortal.”

“you make me sound like i killed someone,” you laughed it off which angered him greatly

“you almost did!” he reasoned and you tilted your head, feigning ignorance as if this wasn’t a huge deal

“listen, if you’re not going to act accordingly and attack everyone who even lays their eyes on me, do not try to call out my name,” he turns back to you before disappearing into mists of green and black

“i won’t heed to your call.”

[dreamescapeswriting]

Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

GENRE: Non Idol Au, song request, ANGST, breakup, cheating

PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

WARNINGS: No happy ending, toxic relationship, no part two - I will no write that she goes back to him because I don’t want to, it’s not something I would want since it’s toxic….So please don’t ask me to as I’m not comfortable with it x To the anon I hope this is alright, but honestly I couldn’t live with myself if I romanticized a relationship like the one in the song. Hope you understand

A/N: Please know your self worth and never stay with someone who would treat you like this, once a cheat always a cheat (been there done that) please never stay with someone who makes you feel small when you’re not. You’re all beautiful and lovely, and no matter what you will find love. Even if it doesn’t feel like it, you will

I don’t ever ask you where you’ve been. And I don’t feel the need to know who you’re with. I can’t even think straight, but I can tell. You were just with her…And I’ll still be a fool, I’m a fool for you… 

The door to the shared apartment you owned with Jungkook opened and you glanced over at him from the coffee table and he didn't even glance in your direction as he made his way towards the staircase. There was no need for you to ask where he'd been, or who he'd even been with since you didn't want to think about it. Thinking about it meant admitting to yourself he was cheating on you, again.

"Is he working late again?" You best friend, Jimin, questioned as you turned back to look at him. Jimin had come over to your place so you could help him plan a surprise party for his boss. Jimin wasn't an idiot, you'd gone to him a lot the first time Jungkook cheated on you and he wasted no time in telling you to leave Jungkook behind. That it wasn't worth all of the stress you were putting yourself through, but no one seemed to understand how much you loved Jungkook. How you felt about him could never be replaced by anyone else so you just went on like this, hoping that one-day Jungkook would change and see sense.

"Yeah." You lied looking at the folder that was on the table, you weren't going to admit to Jimin that you knew Jungkook was cheating again...It would only start a fight that didn't need to be started. So you tried to focus on the huge lever arch folder in front of you that was dedicated to his boss, a huge surprise party in the main office of the building to help make his birthday special this year since everyone had forgotten it the year before.

"So I was thinking you could..." Jimin continued to talk but you just began to drown him out as you thought about where Jungkook could have been tonight. Who he would have been with instead of with you. You could never think straight whenever you got too into your head about things like this. Your mind kept wandering back to what Jungkook was doing when he was away from you, it was all that took over your head lately. Wandering who he was with if he was at work or had just decided to take the day off and spend it with someone else. You couldn't remember the last time you and Jungkook had spent any time together like that, just the two of you without fighting. Just hanging out together, cuddling...kissing...Come to think of it you couldn't remember the last time that Jungkook touched you.

"Y/n? Does that sound good?" Hearing your name made you snap from the small daydream you were having so you turned your attention back to Jimin who was showing you pictures of cakes. All with a similar style to them but he was explaining how he wanted it to be three-tier with different designs on each tier.

"Sorry, I'm distracted, you want something like these on each tier?" As you questioned Jimin, giving him your full attention Jungkook came into the living room again, carrying clothes with him for the wash meaning there was something on them he didn't want you to see. Probably more lipstick marks or it smelt like someone else's perfume, he'd even brought home a pair of women's underwear before. Which made you question if he was doing it on purpose, trying to get you to see it so you would break things off. You'd come close to it once but you never could do it.

"Yeah, are you sure you can do this? I can find someone else-" You shook your head, promising him faithfully that you could do it as you escorted him out of the apartment. You could feel the anger bubbling up inside of Jungkook the second you touched Jimin but you also knew Jungkook had no place to stand on this. He would get mad whenever you hung around your friends but the second you got angry about him being around different girls it would cause a huge fight.

"Another late shift?" You questioned carefully as you walked into the kitchen to see him watching you already, his eyes trained on you as you walked into the kitchen, clothes clutched in his hand as he stopped himself from what he was doing to keep an eye on you. For someone who was already cheating on you, he was sure paranoid of you cheating on him.

"Who was that?" You rolled your eyes, Jungkook had met Jimin a bunch of times before but still neglected to even acknowledge him as being one of your best friends. Of course, you weren't allowed to "have" guy friends because that meant you were sleeping with them...Which couldn't have been further from the truth. Jimin was more like a brother to you than anything else but Jungkook couldn't see past the fact that he was another boy.

"Jimin, I'm making his boss a birthday cake. Another late shift?" You repeated as you pointed at the clothes in his hand, you could already see the bright red lipstick stain on the collar but you pretended not to. It was easier to play the fool than to admit what was really going on behind your back. It was foolish of you to stay with him knowing everything he was doing but you were hopelessly in love with him.

"Yeah, Taehyung has us all pulling in over time..." That was it, that was the extent of the conversation you were going to have with one another as he made his way out of the room. Jungkook didn't even glance back as you let out a choked sob, he just headed up to the bedroom to get some sleep. You gripped onto the kitchen counter as you sobbed, falling down onto your knees as you thought about everything going on around you. How you let Jungkook be the one to treat you like this when you had every chance to walk out of the door. Leave him behind but it felt as no one could love you.

I don’t ever tell you how I really feel. Cause I can’t find the words to Say What I mean….I know I’m not you’re only but at least I’m one, I heard a little love…is better than none 

A week passed and Jimin was around the apartment again to see what process you were making on the cakes. You'd been non-stop practising each design and flavour he'd asked for and he wanted to come and see it.

"I thought he had the week off?" He whispered to you as Jungkook came down the stairs dressed in his suit and tie for work.

"H-He must have been called in for overtime," You bit back a sob as you watched Jungkook leave without a goodbye, not even a wave was sent in your direction. All you heard was the front door slam shut behind him and that was when it hit Jimin what was happening.

"He's cheating on you again...Isn't he?" You could hear the venom drip from Jimin as he angrily began to express his feelings about Jungkook.

"I swear, he's a no-good pig who only thinks with his dick why are you even still with him-" He stopped himself from yelling and raving when he turned around to see you. Your hands were covering your face as you sobbed into them silently. Something you mastered a lot over the last week, learning to cry silently so you wouldn't have to talk to Jungkook. Explaining how you felt to him when you couldn't find the words to say what you meant.

"Darling, come here." He whispered pulling you into a tight hug where you continued to sob into his chest, sniffling harder as you both sank to the floor.

"Shh, it's okay. Let it out," He whispered repeatedly as he stroked his hand over your hand, promising you that he was going to get you out of this situation but that was the one thing you didn't want.

"I-I love him Jimin...No one is ever going to love me...A-At least with him I have a little love," You whimpered to him but Jimin cupped your face, staring into your eyes as you whimpered to him.

"No, Y/n you can't let yourself believe that...There's someone out there that's going to make you feel like the sun is something they built for you...Someone who is going to make you cry with happiness...Not this." You sniffled as he continued telling you things like this, trying to cheer you up but none of it was working.

"It's so hard-"

"Nothing's ever easy Y/n..." That was what everyone said but whenever you even thought about leaving Jungkook your heart would fall apart and it felt as though your world was falling apart.

"Doesn't it bother you? That you aren't the only one he's with?" The question you asked yourself every day.

"I know I'm not his only one, but at least I'm one...Just a little a bit of his heart is all I want Jimin." You whimpered looking up into his eyes when the front door opened again.

"What the fuck?!" The words cut through the air and you felt as though your world was about to come crashing down on you as you looked at Jungkook. He was red in the face and getting angrier the longer you sat there cradled in Jimin's arms so you jumped away from him, scrambling to stand up as you tried to get between Jungkook and Jimin.

"What is your fucking problem? You're allowed to sleep with anything with a pulse but the second Y/n tries to seek comfort from someone who isn't a complete and utter cunt-" You pushed Jungkook away from Jimin as he attempted to lung himself at him,

"Jimin...G-Go, I'll sort this...Please." Jimin could tell by the voice crack that you needed him to be gone for this.

"Fucking dirty scumbag," Jimin mumbled as he walked out of the house leaving you and Jungkook alone in the dead silent house. Once the front door shut Jungkook changed, he went to walk away again but you weren't going to stand for it anymore.

"No. Why? What's your fucking problem with me having a friend over?" Jungkook slowly turned around to look at you and looked behind you at the cake, then to your face as if he was trying to come up with some reason.

"You could be sleeping with him," That was only met by a cold laugh on your part as you couldn't believe what he was saying,

"Like it's any different to you sleeping with...Who is it this week?" He scoffed back at you folding his arms over his chest as he met your gaze but it was as if he was challenging you to say something about it. This time you weren't going to back down from it, you'd finally reached that breaking point.

"I wouldn't sleep with Jimin...I'm faithful, unlike someone in this house." You went to push past him to leave but his hand gripped onto your wrist and held you tightly in his hands.

"Where do you think you're going?" You looked into his eyes, all of the good memories came flooding into your brain. All of the good dates that you and Jungkook had, had before all of the cheating, before his lying and the sneaking around. The longer you stared the more of the bad memories began seeping into it, ruining the perfect image of him that you had in your head.

"I'm leaving you," You whispered, but it sounded as though you were saying it to yourself. Trying to convince your own mind and body that, that is what you were doing that you were finally going to leave him after everything he'd put you through throughout your relationship.

"I'm leaving you," You repeated with more confidence as you took your wrist away from his grasp looking him up and down before turning towards the staircase.

"You can't! You're not allowed to leave me!" He yelled out, rushing towards you as you began sprinting up the staircase but you beat him to the bedroom. Locking the door before he could make his way inside and start to sweet talk you out of this. You had to continue on this, you had to leave.

When you came out of the bedroom Jungkook was sitting on the wall opposite the door watching you, his face was stained with tears as he realised you were going to leave him. He'd been nothing but pleading with you through the door not to leave him that he would change but you heard the same speech from him before.

"Y.n please," He murmured as you pulled your bag over your shoulder and began descending down the staircase grabbing your car keys, he was close behind you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as you struggled to get the house key from the keys,

"I'm leaving Jungkook. I can't do this anymore...I-It's toxic." You were crying silently as you finally got the key off and shoved it into his chest. He was sobbing once again, tears gushing down his cheeks as you finally took charged and decided that you were worth more than he was going to give you.

"You don't have to do this...I can change myself...I won't see them anymore-" Your worst reality hit you that it wasn't just one other girl, that it was a collection of them but you stood your ground as you opened the front door to the apartment.

"I can change, I won't-I won't see them anymore, you mean so much to me." You shook your head at his words, throwing your bag into the car as he followed you outside, the neighbours next door were looking out of their window to see what was happening but you weren't going to let that bother you. Before, whenever you would catch them looking at you, you would beg Jungkook to stop the fight you were having. You didn't want to risk people seeing him as the bad guy but that was exactly what he was...He wasn't the good guy anymore. Or ever.

"I'm done. You won't change Jungkook. You can't change, once a cheat...Always a cheat. You tried. I'm done." You whispered opening the car door and sitting down, you shut the door but Jungkook began banging on the window so you rolled it down. Looking into his eyes as it took everything inside of you to keep your composure,

"Stay."

"N-No...All I ever wanted was a little bit of your heart Jungkook...J-Just a little bit of it but-" You started up the engine,

"I deserve more than that, I deserve a lot more than just a little." You whispered, putting the car into reverse as you backed out of the driveway, leaving Jungkook there as he watched after you wordless.

As you pulled into Jimin's driveway he rushed out after you, you'd called him from the road to explain everything that had happened after he left.

"Y/n-" You got out of the car and raced into his arms, breaking down into tears as he held you tightly. Shouting to his girlfriend to make some tea for you all,

"Come on," He whispered encouragingly as he walked you through towards his house, whispering how proud he was of you for taking charge of everything and leaving him behind. It was going to take everything inside of you not to go running back to him but you knew it was for the best. It was the only thing you had to keep reminding yourself. That this was for the best. You didn't need Jungkook in your life to be happy or feel loved.

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[falling-pages]

heyy!! first off i hope you’re having a lovely day/night and are taking care of yourself :) i noticed your requests were open buuut i don’t exactly know how your requests work or your rules for requests and such so if any of this sounds unappealing to you then feel free to disregard it!!

i was wondering if you could do (headcanons or drabbles, whichever is more comfortable for you) for the hosts and how they would react if an s/o had an encounter with a toxic ex??

sorry if it’s troublesome but you’re one of the few people i’ve seen on here who write for ohshc and i recently had a run in with one of my, not so pleasant ex’s, and i’m still a bit shaken up by it. and once again no pressure or anything and if this doesn’t sound like something you’d want to do or isn’t something you take then feel free to ignore this :)

ty for your time love <3

Hi anon! Your request was so polite and lovely, it really made my morning :) my requests work just like this! Unless I post a prompt list or something, feel free to just slide in and send me a prompt! I have a stash of my own I’m working on but I always want to hear from you all and I’m always looking for ideas!

Thanks for sending this in! I really like this idea; it really showcases each of the hosts’ personalities. I’m sorry you had a bad run-in with your ex. I hope you take the time you need to find peace and comfort away from them, and I want you to remember that you are worthy of all the pure love in the world. I’m recovering from a toxic relationship too, so my messages are open if you need someone to talk to 💖

I listened to “You should be sad” by Halsey while listening to this.

Hosts running into your toxic ex:

Tamaki: 

1. Tamaki’s greatest wish in life is to have a family. A whole, complete, loving, annoying family. He made that happen at Ouran, and he wants to make it happen with you, too. When he loves, he loves with all his soul.

2. So he doesn’t understand why partners cheat. It literally astounds him. You’re in a relationship with this beautiful person you love, and you’re going to throw it all away?

3. So when he sees your ex and remembers all the things you told him they did to you, it takes everything in him not to go up to them and just tell them off.

4. You’re out shopping when you see them, and you silently duck behind Tamaki’s tall frame.

5. He instantly perks up and asks you to point out who it is, keeping you hidden behind him. 

6. When you show him, he pulls you to his chest and wraps his arms around you, burying your face in his shirt so you can’t see them.

7. Petting your hair and whispering sweet assurances in your ear.

8. “You’re with me now. You don’t have to be afraid.”

9. “They don’t deserve you. They never did.”

10. “You make me so happy. I would never dream of hurting you.”

11. “I’ll never leave you.”

12. You stay cuddled in his chest until your ex passes, with Tamaki sending them a death glare until they’re out of sight.

13. Tamaki buys you anything you want to help you forget about it.

Kyoya:

1. RIP to the person that hurt you, because he will ensure their demise

2. When you first tell him about your ex, he will do a little background research on them and learn their habits to make sure whenever you go out that you don’t run in to them

3. However, one day you do happen to run into them

4. Kyoya curses himself for not doing more research

5. You try to act like everything is normal, but he notices

6. The only thing keeping him from sicing his bodyguards on them is the tight grip you have on his hand

7. You go off to the bathroom to catch your breath and clear your head

8. He goes right up to them and threatens them within an inch of their life

9. “Listen here you bastard. I know everything about you. I know your SSN. I know where you live and what you like to do. If you ever, ever hurt them or go near them again, I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell.”

10. He scares them off

11. And when you come out of the bathroom and see they’re gone, you know he did something

12. “What did you do?”

13. “Don’t worry, I took care of them.”

Haruhi:

1. She will also give them a piece of her mind

2. She’s not one to take insults lying down

3. She yelled at Yoshio Ootori, after all

4. And those men in ep. 8

5. She won’t embarrass you or make a scene

6. But if they happen to walk too close to you

7. She might stick out her foot

8. They might “trip”

9. And end up with a broken nose

10. Oh whoops how could that have happened

11. But she will lovingly rub your back to help you calm down

12. And will make you your favorite food for dinner that night

Hikaru:

1. That boy is a little ball of anger anyways

2. So Heaven help if you ex sees you two together

3. The night you told him everything about your ex, he held you until you fell asleep

4. And silently promised you and himself that he would make them pay for hurting you

5. Hikaru has two modes

6. FIGHT

7. And

8. JEALOUS

9. You have to l i t e r a l l y hold him back when you see them in public

10. He will go buck wild on their ass

11. If your ex is male, he will tear him to pieces

12. He will knock them on their sorry ass and punch them until they regret the day they were born

13. Lights out mf

14. He is so furious that this person hurt you--you, the one he loves more than anyone in the entire world--that he will not stop fighting until the guy is bleeding from every orifice

15. You’re embarrassed at first

16. But you kinda like the lengths he went to to protect your honor

17. If your ex is a girl

18. He was raised to never hit a woman

19. So he will just glare at her so hard she’s sure to be seeing stars

20. And wrap his arms around you and give you a kiss to make it obvious that you are his

21. Once they’re gone, he keeps you wrapped in his arms to give you a steady anchor

22. With whispered promises of “I will always be here”

23. And kisses pressed into your hair

Kaoru:

1. Kaoru doesn’t get enough mischievous credit

2. Remember the refreshing battle? He can pull a few tricks even without Hikaru around

3. Sure, he’s more quiet and reserved than his brother

4. But if your ex even dares to show their face when he’s around

5. Then he will make it obvious who you are currently dating

6. As soon as your ex sees you he will pull you into a makeout session

7. Doesn’t matter where you are

8. School

9. Mall

10. Hitachiin fundraiser event

11. He doesn’t care

12. Sloppy, sloppy makeout session

13. He will kiss you so hard that you forget your ex is even around

14. If you’re comfortable with it, his hands will wander, just to prove the point

15. While he enjoys kissing you because you’re you, he also wants to show your ex how much you upgraded

16. Because now you’re dating a person who is protective of you and loves you with his whole heart

17. And isn’t afraid to show it

18. And who wants nothing but your love in return

Mitsukuni:

1. Dead. 

2. Plain and simple.

3. Dead.

4. Mitsukuni will see that this person makes you sad

5. And they’ll probably end up in a dungeon somewhere

6. Never seen or heard from again

7. And then he’ll just pop back up with you

8. “Where did you go?”

9. “Bakery!”

10. *slyly washes his hands of the remains*

11. Buys your silence with ice cream

Takashi:

1. Ya know that meme??? The “haha, I’m in danger” meme?

2. Yeah, that’s your ex when Takashi gets his hands on them

3. He knows you wouldn’t want much attention brought to it

4. But he feels the way your hand tenses when you see them

5. He sees the way you freeze when they walk by

6. He knows just how awful they were to you

7. And so that night when you get home, he sits down with you and untangles every knotted string connecting your heart with that person

8. He listens to you talk, holds you when you cry, and helps you figure out the healthiest way to cope with what that relationship did to you

9. He runs his fingers through your hair as you snuggle against his chest, feeling warm and safe and loved and cared for

10. You fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat

11. He is extra nice to you the next day

12. He knows you’re still healing

13. He’s just glad you’ve allowed him there for the ride

14. He does research to find the best ways to help you heal

15. Buys books and watches TedTalks and attends online forums

16. He brings up therapy as gently as he can

17. And points to his research saying it might help

18. And he’ll go with you if you want

19. Or he will support you from afar if you want to go alone

20. All that matters is that he’s there beside you for the journey

21. He will never let that person near you ever again

22. And if they ever show up

23. His fists will make them regret the day they ever hurt you

You inspired me to write a whole one-shot with some of the hosts! I’ll put that out soon. Thanks for the suggestion, anon :) <3

[yourmidnightlover]

hi, beautiful!!! could you please do #1 on the kiss list and #11 on angst (happy ending). thank you!!! congrats on 1k, it’s SO well-deserved! :)

yes!! i’ve been dying to do angst 11 :)

i combined this ask with another anon’s. it kinda went a bit long but who cares

if anyone would like to request another blurb, the prompts are found here.

kiss list #1: palm kiss

fluff #8: reassuring whispers

angst #11: reader flinches when in an argument

CW: toxic family household (reader’s past), yelling, there’s a bath taken but literally nothing is described so i think it’s alright for minors. *if i missed anything please let me know*

he didn’t really know what happened. he could barely even remember what you were arguing about in the first place. all he knew was that now, right at this moment, you needed him.

he could narrowly recall that the argument had been caused over date nights - or, more like the lack thereof. it had been around 2 months since he’d been able to go out with you, and he’d like to blame his job entirely. only, he couldn’t entirely blame his job. when he got home from a case, especially when it was bad, he would retreat to your bedroom and block you out.

there wasn’t anything against you. it was just stressful. he didn’t want to put those dark thoughts in your mind that came along with his cases. so, he blocked you out during this rapid time, and that’s on him.

why he got mad when you brought up going out together? he doesn’t know. maybe he felt attacked or guilty because he knows you’re right - as you almost always are when it comes to your relationship.

“we haven’t gone out in almost two months, and you still refuse to even talk to me about anything, spencer,” you knocked on the bedroom door, trying to get spencer to open up. “please just let me in. we can talk about whatever is bothering you.”

“y/n, i really don’t need to talk right now,” he hollered from the other side of the door.

“apparently you never need to talk anymore,” you huffed, pressing your forehead against the door in defeat.

“because i don’t want to, y/n! i don’t want to talk to you about this!” he finally got up to open the door, you heard his footsteps and backed away from the door.

“well why not?” you asked, using all of your courage to look him in his eyes.

“be-because you wouldn’t understand,” he sighed, pressing his fingers to his temple out of the frustration.

“why? am i not smart enough for you all of a sudden?” you rolled your eyes and placed your hands around your torso.

“i didn’t say tha-“

“that’s what you implied, spencer,” you interrupted.

“just let me finish, damnit!” he shouted. “i never said you weren’t smart!”

as he rose his hands to run them through his hair, he realized his mistake when he saw you immediately flinch from his touch, curling in on yourself. your head turned away from him quickly, dangerously fast, your eyes slammed shut in wait for some sort of impact, and your arms left your torso to shield your face and neck. immediately, spencer softened. he lowered his hands and inched closer to you.

“y/n...” he softly whispered, realizing how out of hand things had gotten. “why did you...?”

“i’m uh- i’m sorry,” you leisurely lowered your arms and opened your eyes. “i didn’t mean to...” you still avoided eye contact.

“i would never hurt you, sweetie,” he whispered as if his voice would crack your fragile state. he saw tears in your eyes, but wouldn’t dare mention them. “you know that, right?”

“of course, i know that,” you mumbled back, holding your arm with another hand.

“how long have we been together, my love?” he asked, grabbing the hand that was holding your arm tenderly.

“two years,” you still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“and in those two years have i ever been violent or threatening towards you?” he held your hand in both of his, running a soothing touch up and down your arm as your skin was pressed against his shirt material that was covering his heart.

“n-no,” you muttered.

“and i never will. i promise you that,” he let his hand trail up to your face, his palm caressing your cheek and holding it in an attempt to hold you together.

when you turned your head and made eye contact with him as you pressed a kiss to his palm, he felt the tears run down your cheek and fall to his own skin. he never wanted to make you cry. he never wanted to hurt you. that isn’t the kind of man he is.

“how about we spend the night inside today, yea?” he offered. “i could start us a bath with those bath salts you like.”

“i love you,” you mumbled once more against his skin, bringing your free hand to cup his as you pressed another kiss to his palm.

“i hope you know how much i love you,” he stepped closer to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“i think i know,” he felt a smile grow on your face against his hand.

“really?” you asked once more, your hand still in one of spencer’s.

“of course,” he nodded. “let’s go, my love.”

he got the bath ready whilst you got a couple of towels and find the robes you two had gotten a while ago from penelope. once you entered the bathroom, you saw candles were lit on the counter, the lights switched off, and little petals that had been stored underneath your cabinets were scattered on the ground. the bubbles in the bath looked enticing, but your beautiful boyfriend in the tub was even more so.

you slowly got in and enjoyed the way the water soothes your muscles. you laid your back against spencer’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around your stomach. you say there in peace and quiet for a while, spencer drawing patterns on your skin, before spencer finally spoke up.

“love?”

“yes, spencer?” you leaned back just enough to see him.

“why did you... flinch away from me?” he asked as if he were afraid of the answer - afraid that you were afraid of him.

“you know my dad...” you trailed off, breaking eye contact and getting comfortable against him once more.

“mhmm,” he mumbled.

“before he died he was just a bit... scary, i suppose,” you informed him. “he would always yell and then he’d get violent, yknow? and when we started yelling at each other i saw my parents and when that always happened back then, my dad would... hit my mom.”

“sweetie,” he held you tighter in his grip. “i love you. i love you so, so much. the team knows how much i think about you out on cases because it’s constant. i’m sorry i was so distant. i just didn’t want to bother you with the cases. they get really dark and depressing sometimes, and i refuse to bring that to you. i promise, y/n, i will try to never raise my voice at you again.”

“and i will try not to raise mine,” you replied with a grin. “i’m sorry i made you worry.”

“you don’t have to apologize. it’s not your fault that you have that reflex. it’s imbedded in your from childhood, my love,” he kissed the top of your head once more. “but... just know how smart and sexy and kind and thrilling i find you.”

“mmm...” you hummed as you closed your eyes. “i like the sound of that.”

“really? because i could keep going,” he chuckled, you felt the warm vibrations through your back. “affectionate and capable and loyal and empathetic and gentle and amazing.”

“wow, this person must really be something,” you teased.

“yea, they are,” he laughed once more. “youre so amazing, y/n. you’re more than something, my love. you’re everything.”

[askaborderline]

hello this is my first ask!

i had an fp (im still trying to get over btw) i feel like shes not being understanding at all? she knows i have bpd and one time i got angry at her bc she was being salty with me for no reasons and i said a few things that were sort of unnecessary but the way she is treating me after that is a little too much compared to what i told her? this happened a few months ago btw and shes still acting like shit with me just bc of that

at this point she's literally punishing me oml😭

she is diagnosed with something i won't be mentioning and was always understanding of her case but whenever i overthink and talk to her ab it she gets upset she doesnt take my feelings in consideration at all knowing that she knows quite a lot ab bpd and i told her ab her being my fp

after that we took a break from talking to each other and went back to talking again but i'm starting to realize how much the friendship is becoming toxic??? yesterday i saw something she said and it made me overthink a lot to the point where i split so i ask her ab it and guess what? she was salty... again! like you know i cant control my overthinking

anyways, it feels like shes being forced to talk to me and not because she actually enjoys talking to me.

i was thinking ab cutting her off bc this "friendship" is causing more damage than good and i seriously dont need anymore things. do you have any tips on how i can cut her off?

thanks in advance<33 have a good day/night and sorry if thats messy i cant put everything in it would be super long

Hi anon,

It sounds like you’re in a really tough situation and I can empathize with friends being toxic. I think cutting it off with her is a great idea, and that was going to be my advice, but it looks like you already know that it’s toxic and you want to get out of it, which is great! I’m happy that you can see that it’s a toxic relationship and you want to look out for your own mental health and cut her off.

There are a few ways you can go about cutting off someone who’s toxic. One way is to approach her and straight-up tell her how you’re feeling, if you think it would help her understand where you’re coming from. But considering she hasn’t been very understanding so far, if it were me, I wouldn’t go this route.

What you could also do isn’t as nice, but if you feel like she’s talking to you only because you think she feels like she has to, then what if you stop reaching out to her, and let her come to you instead? Maybe she won’t text you first, and the relationship will fizzle out. However, if she does text you first, then at least you know that she’s trying to put in a little bit of effort, and she could be receptive if you were to talk to her about how it makes you feel when she gets salty at you all because you ask for clarification. And then at that point, you’d have an opportunity to explain that you don’t want to cause tension between the two of you, and ask if she thinks another break would be helpful.

That’s all I’ve really got (I’ve done both of these methods, and they do work, to a degree. It depends on you and it depends on the person you’re breaking it off with).

If anyone else wants to jump in, please do!

- Mod Hawk

[candythemew]

Hey I just read the tags you left on that last reblog and it broke my heart. I'm so sorry people are being nasty to you over TDC. I just wanted to say I've always loved your TDC art, especially your OkLach stuff and your interpretation of urSan.

Thank you so much! You have no idea how much that means to me, you're one of my favorite artists, and you really encourage me to try and be better with my own art. You're really inspiring both artistically and as a person. I wish more people in this fandom were like you. I put that stuff in the tags because I didn't want to make a scene or bother anybody, but I needed to vent a little about being harassed by people. It's in the past now, but it really caused me to hate myself and the fandom too. It made me super depressed and made me feel like the scum of the earth. Because I thought I was doing something wrong. I told some close friends about it and they helped me out, reassuring me. But it still hurts to think about. I might have to take a short break from TDC because of how people are acting right now, but know that I've appreciated this place for a very long time and I will always treasure the pleasant memories I made here. Here are the Gross Anons under the cut for proof. TW: They talk about lots of sensitive topics in a really disgusting way. Such as Miscarriage, Child death, disability and political and religious stuff. If any of that stuff bothers you, don't read under the cut. I don't like reposting these asks, but they did happen and they really disturb and gross me out. I still get physically ill looking at them. Read at your own risk.

I am gonna talk a little bit about stuff for context, but also because explaining things helps me calm down. In SkekAth's story, miscarriage is an element in it, but only because it's an issue that's incredibly important and personal to me. It's a tragedy, and I treat it as such in universe. That incident has lasting scars, and effects certain parts of Ath's life when he's very little. But it's also an explanation as to why there aren't any other skeklings around because it's incredibly hard for a skeksis to even have offspring at all. That's actually a canon thing. I also tag any and everything that has to do with that subject, so if people are uncomfortable with that topic, they don't have to see that darker part of things. Also, Ironic that they accuse me of being insensitive while sending me an ask about freaking EPOXY RESIN. These were all sent very quickly in-between each other so it's likely that they were the same person. It's just disgusting and ironic that I'm being called insensitive when they have the gall to say something so awful. Also those assumptions about me solely based on me being openly Christian were incredibly hurtful and stereotypical. You can't just say that to someone it's just awful. Also, Straight pride? Are you kidding me? Also, the "Undertale" one is in reference to OkLach. I find this one very hard to believe because TDC is a pretty niche community, and I've only made a little bit of undertale art recently. So even if they did I find it hard for them to look at my other stuff and go "Ah yes this is problematic." They accuse me of being a proshipper because I like OkLach. ...Okay? I consider myself anti-proship, but I mostly just keep to myself. Back to shipping though, That makes literally no sense. They're both 1000 years old, they aren't related and the most toxic thing they've ever done to each other is bicker like an old married couple. They think that it's funny because in the show they laugh about it together, and that's kinda just how they are. Heck, they debatably have one of the healthiest relationships out of the castle skeksis. Also, for the villian thing, I have literal long lore posts talking about them being evil warlords. They're awful and I'm NEVER gonna excuse their actions. They're bad guys, but I also make silly jokes from time to time. It's not that deep. Also, speaking as an UT veteran, that fandom has MUCH worse ships and proshipping problems so if you're actually trying to fight against that stuff anon, go do it in the UT fandom. I would really appreciate it since I hate it too. Sorry if I sounded a little upset or angry here, It's just a lot to take in, and I've kinda been repressing a lot of this for a while now. Thank you for reading this far if you did. I'm sorry for rambling, but know that I really appreciate it.

[binniedeactivated]

get out. || soobin.💦

“request from anon 

pairing: soobin x reader genre: angst, smut

word count; 1534

“pack your shit and go! get the fuck out of my sight!”.

soobin screams, pointing to the door. Your eyes welled with tears. Him kicking you out? 

“you’re the one that got caught cheating so if there is anyone who needs to get the fuck out it should be you!”. 

“i bought this fucking house!”.

you angrily stormed away grabbing the picture from your wedding day. It sat as big as can be on your wall in a wide golden frame. god, the things you’d do to be happy with soobin again. 

you took it off it’s hook and tossed it carelessly on the floor. the glass shattered everywhere but you didn’t care, you even hoped some bits got into soobin’s eye. you grabbed another nearby vase that you knew was expensive also and threw it on the oak colored flooring watching it split into smitherines. 

“What the fuck are you doing do have any idea how much any of that shit costed me?!”.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you bought! I don’t care about any of this expensive shit!”.

“of course you don’t because you didn’t fucking pay for it!”.

getting angry you swept the dining room table of it’s fine china plates and cups and relished the sound they made when they hit the ground. broken. damaged beyond repair. just like the relationship you held with soobin. 

“was she worth it soobin? huh?! Was she worth ruining your whole fucking marriage for? Because I sure hope so!”. 

“you and I both know this marriage wasn’t shit and wasn’t ever going to be shit. We can’t last five minutes without some stupid argument”.

“because of you!”.

“it’s because of your toxic ass too! Don’t think I don’t know that you’d been out with other guys too. I wasn’t fucking born yesterday”.

“I wouldn’t be out with other guys if I had a caring husband who actually obeyed his wedding vows”. 

breathing heavily from his anger everything about soobin was disheveled. The loose dress shirt and his loose tie. His hair was going in a thousand different directions. the necklace he wore made it easy to see his glistening chest that displayed drips of sweat. He looked tired. He looked stressed. he approaches you calmly. 

his eyes burn into yours. sometimes you thought it was magical that you and soobin communicated on much better terms through your eyes rather than your mouths. the hurt made itself at home in his eyes and god, did they always took a vacation in yours. 

“sometimes. i wish i never fucking met you”.

you swallowed more spit into your dry throat, glaring up at him. the silence was mourning louder for the both of you.

“and what about the other times? or can you only think of hurtful shit to say to me?”.

soobin let his eyes wander you angrily. you could tell he wanted to tell you to shut the fuck up. it was dripping at the tip of his tongue. but he didn’t. instead, he lifted you and threw you over his shoulder. 

you were so high up off the floor you were afraid that if you said something smart he’d throw you back down somewhere. So you kept your mouth shut until you were flipped onto the bed in your shared bedroom. 

on your stomach you laid there confused. you twisted your head to see soobin behind you at the edge of the bed with his eyes blazing at you. He was unbuckling his belt like so. 

“what are you doing?”.

it was a rare sight to see soobin undress given that you both haven’t had sex with each other for almost a year. 

“what does it look like i’m doing?”. soobin expresses in a nonchalant tone. 

“I’m about to fuck you. or is there anything else you want to get off your chest?”. 

he questions seriously. you sighed in annoyance. 

“no, soobin”. 

“that’s what i thought”.

he replies before draping his body on top of your backside. he lifts himself a bit to hassle your jeans off. he smirks a little at the tiny thong you wore. 

“oh you couldn’t have worn these for me. was there someone else coming over?”.

you opened your mouth to speak but was rudely interrupted by him shoving his fingers in your mouth. 

“aht aht. you speak when i tell you to”.

he lowers himself to get a good view of you before he hastily slides your panties to the side. he slides between your legs and lays on his back, moving downward so you were now sitting on his face. 

“that’s a good girl”. 

he coos before wrapping his arms around your thighs and licking a strip up your pussy. you twitched at first, the feeling being unfamiliar to you. you couldn’t think of the last time soobin ate you out. 

slowly but surely soobin allows his spit filled tongue to lick you from your ass to your clit. you’d be a fool to talk shit to him now. you whined a bit. 

“oh my god”. 

soobin smirks under you before using his lengthy tongue to do it over and over. he took his licks slow and steady. you clutched a pillow to your chest with your eyes closed. you didn’t know if it was that soobin’s tongue was drenched in spit or if you were really as wet as you sound. 

“it’s been a while hasn’t it?”.

soobin speaks in the lowest tone he’d ever spoke in. you trembled on top of him. 

“yyes”. 

you stammered in the midst of soobin’s slow strokes. that was the thing about him. he ate you in the slowest sexiest way possible and it still had you shaking for more. the more his tongue grazed your sensitive folds the more you wanted from him. you throbbed painfully. you moan in a shaky voice that got soobin hard. 

“you are wet as fuck. maybe you like me after all hm?”.

he asks before kissing your swollen clit. your body jolted from the feeling. who knew you were so sensitive. 

“you like that?”.

“yess”. you whine softly into the pillow you held . 

soobin takes his time to delve his soft lips into you. he places his top lip on the hood and lets his tongue swipe your clit in slow yet hard strides. you twitch again, wanting to cry. your heart race quickens. 

“oh my god soobin”. 

he licks your clit again and again, slurping it whenever he got the chance. adrenaline raced through your veins and butterflies of pleasure consistently fluttered in your stomach. you felt as if you were going to explode. 

and soobin could tell, your slick being almost too much for his tongue to handle. this is where he wanted you, your pussy over stimulated and sopping. he moved his wet lips from between your legs and instead lines his dick with your hole. he rubs the head on your creamy folds before shoving himself in. you whimpered once more. 

“fuck”. he groans before reaching over you and clutching the headboard. he slams himself into you before pulling out and doing it again. 

“fuck me please soobin”. 

hearing your cries he fastens his pace, slamming the headboard into the wall with his hand repeatedly. your warmth was enough to make him throb. he could feel the beads of your wetness drip down his dick with ease. he loved the way your ass jiggled on him. 

“you feel so fucking good”. he groans lowly biting his lips. 

he slaps your ass and tugs your hair pounding into you like he never had before. your cries and screams were no match for how loud the headboard was. you thought after this, it was time to invest in a new bed. you let your eyes roll to the back of your head in bliss. 

“yes yes! fuck”. 

“your pussy is throbbing on me. you like when I fuck you like this?”.

“yyes!”.

“do you want me to keep fucking you like this?”. 

“fuckk-yes!”.

“no more arguments. understand me?”.

you whimpered beneath him, you couldn’t understand how he was casually speaking while having his way with you. 

“yes I understand!”. 

“we’re not cheating on each other anymore. Do I make myself clear?”.

“yes soobin!”. 

he pulls your hair harder with the slapping sounds of your skin filling the atmosphere. 

“apologize to me”.

“I’m--i’m sorry! fuck i’m sorry I’m going to cum”.

your back arches as you came hard, and all over soobin. he drove you into overstimulation of course, until it was time for his release. the both of you plopped down with your backs on the bed breathing hard. you couldn’t believe he made you cum like that. 

you glanced over at him, his wet hair layering his eyes. he looked so cute. you crawled your way over to him hesitantly, laying your head on his chest. It’s been a while since he received affection from you. you sat up with your chin on his chest staring at his lips before you kissed them and pulled away. 

and for the first time in a long time he was actually smiling. 

“you’re cheesy as fuck. do you know that?”.

[rainbowsky]

i love your blog 🥰 i have a more personal question, feel free not to answer this! you describe yourself as a more feminine man, but where do you actually draw the line regarding gender? i am born a women with a lot of masculine personality traits and lately I've been wondering, if that doesn't make me (am-)bigender somehow, as I've been wondering with some celebrities. do you think clothes (dd with chanel or jackson wang with vêtements) are statements in that regard? sorry if this sounds stupid

Thank you for your kind words, Anon. I'm glad you're enjoying my blog! 🙂

I'm going to put a cut here with a content warning that I'm going to be talking about gender identity and touching a little bit on transphobia and toxic societal ideas around gender so if you are somebody who is sensitive in those areas proceed with caution.

It's not a stupid question, Anon, but it is one that we should approach with extreme caution.

I'm definitely a guy. I'm more androgynous than your average guy and I'm not hung up on masculinity, which in itself automatically puts me in a category of being seen as feminine by certain types of people. I also explore different gender presentations. But I don't have a mixed or genderqueer identity. I identify as male.

As for whether DD's gender-bending is a reflection of a genderqueer identity, that's territory that I would not feel comfortable exploring, and I would urge other fans to be extremely cautious about this type of speculation. Not so much because of how it might affect DD, after all he will probably never see your speculation, but more because of how it might affect trans and genderqueer people to see this type of speculation happening.

Gender identity must always be self-identified; it's not something that other people should ever speculate about.

One of the big reasons for that is that identity is something originating inside of us, that we may or may not choose to express or discuss openly. Therefore it's something that other people cannot guess at.

Gender presentation is a completely separate thing from gender identity. You can't infer anything about somebody's gender identity from their gender presentation. Sometimes people present in a different way for fun, sometimes they present a certain way because they have no other option for their own personal safety (for example, someone in an environment or relationship that is hostile toward queer and trans identities might feel forced to present as a gender they don't identify as). Someone might experiment with different fashion simply because they enjoy the look. Some may do it for political reasons. There are infinite reasons why people might explore different gender expressions. How they present or perform gender to the world at large is not necessarily a statement on what their gender identity is.

Another important reason why speculating about somebody's gender identity is unwise is because it can cause harm by reinforcing toxic expectations or painful anxieties around 'passing'. If somebody is, for example, presenting with a mixture of masculine and feminine looking characteristics and you assume they are bigender or nonbinary, that could be a binary trans person (male or female) who now is hurt because they feel like they can't pass as the gender they identify as, or because they feel pressured to perform gender in a different way in order to be respected as the gender they identify as.

It's also just not relevant to being a fan in the same way that GGDD's being gay or bisexual is relevant to being a fan. The fact that they are in a relationship, and in a very queerphobic society, is directly relevant to a lot of things we discuss is fans. Their gender identity isn't similarly relevant.

I do think that we can appreciate DD's gender-bending ways without needing to question his gender identity. We have seen him refer to himself as male and that is all we really have to go on. So I think it's best to respect that.

I also feel that within the privacy of your own heart and mind if it makes you feel better to feel a connection between you and somebody who is performing gender in a certain way, then I encourage you to continue to explore that. But it's probably safer to do that from the perspective of admiring the way somebody embodies gender, rather than assuming their identity.

I also wish you all the best in your gender exploration. I hope you find your truth and any support you need along the way.