#i guess this could be yandere

[hamsternella]

Unrequited ━ V (V for Vendetta) x Reader

tw: v being obsessed, unrequited love, obsession, murder, non-con kissing, non-con touching, angst, this is something I wrote in -like- a really short time, plus english is not my first language- sorry

Terrifying. If I had to use one word to describe V, it would be 'terrifying'. He was tall, always dressed in black; with the mask of an icy smile, drawn like a deep cut on the white surface. He was the image of an idea, not even of a human, and yet I had come to like him even a little. It wasn't impossible to love him; it was just complicated. We would coincide in mundane situations as one who shares a special moment with a friend, we would look into each other's eyes -or where I thought he would have them- and we would extend the same hand to seal a pact. An implicit agreement that implied union, loyalty and affection. I considered V as part of my family; even if for him that term was alien to his principles, and therefore incompatible with his nature.

Betrayal, unfortunately, never comes from the enemy.

The Gallery of Shadows was awash with a soft melody. I had to maneuver the jukebox to reduce the words to a murmur, until I hit the echo of footsteps that were alien to the song. A new melody; a particular rhythm. When I turned around, V was standing in front of me.

''What brings you here, dear friend?'' he asked with strange tension in his voice, ''I thought you'd be busy tonight?''

I hid my hands in my pants pockets. I hid the trembling to my fingertips, the fear.

''No, not tonight,'' I replied. ''I find greater joy in sharing a moment with you, as usual.''

''But we have not shared such moments, I'm afraid. You have found so-called joy elsewhere, have you?''

''I live my life, V. Although I understand that for you such a thing is impossible, considering the events.'' I let out a sigh. The taste of a coffee candy I had eaten hours ago was still occupying my throat. ''May I know what you've been doing two days ago?''

''I don't like your tone; I don't understand what you mean by this.'' V stretched out both arms for a moment, admiring the gallery like someone presenting a play on stage. ''I have swum among books, enjoyed good movies, and even indulged in lonely nights, in the moonlight and the murmur of hidden maces… as is usual for me.''

He shrugged one of his hands into a fist, delicately superimposed on his chest. A barely noticeable bow shook a couple of hairs above his mask. I gritted my teeth.

''Why? What is the reason for this question? What's more, do you seem a bit upset?''

''Not at all,'' I replied dryly. I held back the fury, intermingled with fear; confusion eating at my insides. ''It's just that yesterday… let's say, a somewhat interesting story came to me. Well; a rumor, more like.''

''A rumor. What kind of rumor?''

''I don't want to play theater anymore,'' I whispered. ''Tell me, V. Please tell me you didn't do it.''

''I can't deny something I don't know, my dear. What kind of rumor?'' he repeated approaching me.

Not a scent, not even the remnant of a perfumed essence like that which comes from the flesh. It was like a shadow, he moved, felt and expressed like a concept. He was an idea, not a person; he didn't have the qualities of a human related to his nature. I had to remind myself of this every day to prevent something like this from happening-but it did. It was happening. And as he came closer to me; as one of his hands ran gloved fingers along the contours of my face, following the path of the tears, wiping them away, I found myself once again surrendered to fear. To doubt, and terror, and sadness.

V was a reminder of the faces of a sleeping society that I refused to face all the time. He was molded for it; I had to get used to it, give up pieces of myself, renew myself; belong to a section of that darkness that so characterized him.

I humanized the beast, and another paid the consequences of his hunger.

I couldn't pull away from his hand, and I could only keep my head fixed in one direction: the hollow of his eyes.

''I don't have to acknowledge your crimes,'' I continued in a whisper. ''I may know of them, but it is not in my judgment to determine their validity. I am not God; I do not come from a divine court. But V, this… this thing you have done is not right.''

''You're feeling terrified, dear,'' his voice darkened, losing itself in a hoarse sound. Danger. The truth was scary. ''What are you afraid of, if it's you and me in this room? It's been us against a system, and I don't think that's what you're afraid of right now.''

"Don't ignore me… Don't fucking ignore me, V.''

My body reacted on its own, but his hands rushed to my arms, clinging to them, bringing my body to an even greater state of alertness than before. His fingers caressed my skin over the fabric of my shirt, bristling my flesh. We were almost glued together, body against body; our breaths gently altered, increasing in rhythm little by little.

''Yes,'' he whispered, ''it was me. I killed him.''

''Oh, God!'' I burst into tears. Had I been on my own I would have fallen to the ground, but V kept me standing. ''Why… why, V. I can't… I don't want to believe it, I- God…''

His arms went around my body, forcing me to arch my back. My hands fell on his chest, where I hid my face flooded with tears. His hands tangled in my hair, tracing a back-and-forth motion down my back; they sought to shelter my pain in a false sense of protection.

''But I was good,'' he continued, his voice descending to an almost desperate pitch. ''He felt no pain, though I wanted, God, how I wanted him to realize it; to look me in the eye, to feel the same despair I felt…''

''You are a sadist!'' I pounded his chest with my hands made into fists. I pushed him, I screamed at him, I drowned in hot tears. ''What kind of desperation? You've killed an innocent man in cold blood! You've killed him, you've left a family without their father! V, for God's sake!''

There was a struggle. V tried to keep me glued to him; he struggled to hang onto my neck, my waist, my arms; he gasped in desperation, brutally shaking what was left of me in his arms before I managed to wiggle out of his grip.

''I was merciful. I could have been a monster, but I was good, and I let him sleep.''

''You killed him,'' I spat angrily, ''but you come and dare to stage a pitiful theater where you consider yourself the victim. What did he do to you?''

''Oh, no,'' he laughed; ''not to me. It was to you.'' He took his time to catch his breath. He had to brush away the locks that had fallen over his mask. ''It's embarrassing, I have to admit, but true that I've come to notice how much you've been isolating yourself from our cause. You've disappointed me a little; but I still like you.''

''Do you still like me?'' I repeated with a choked laugh. ''Still? Fuck you, asshole. What do you mean by that, me, away from the cause?''

''It's not that I question your loyalty, don't think that, please. But this little whim had to come to fruition. You could have risked everything.''

''Whim?'' I took a step back, took a breath of air, and when I least expected it I let out a laugh. A hysterical outburst. I had to cover my face for a moment to calm down.

A silence settled between us. It was V who broke it, slightly hesitant.

''Did you love him? Did you love that man?''

''Of course I loved him!'' I let out a cry, shedding a torrent of tears, silent this time. ''V, I haven't committed any crime. I… I just wanted to try, and live, and feel whole and... I don't know, all of this all of a sudden… I don't understand,'' I looked straight at him at the mask. He had his fists clenched on either side of his body. ''I don't understand what I did to deserve your mistreatment; this way of punishing an innocent, even.''

''I couldn't stand it. Every man has a limit.''

''You are no man, V; you are a monster,'' I said. ''You have robbed a father of his family, a noble man of his own life. You have robbed him…''

''He stole you from me!'' he interrupted me. His voice bounced like an echo in the distance, barely audible. ''I saw you first; I gave you a reason- a reason to live. We were supposed to be companions, something beyond such a banality as… that.''

''A banality, like what? Huh?'' I walked up to him, hitting his chest with my fist. ''What a banality you say! Is it love, is that it? Is it your envy? What is it, V? What's the bullshit reason for you to ruin people's lives, thinking you're an out-of-touch hero.''

His hand flew to my face, cupping it by the cheeks. He had taken me by surprise and the force was so great, the pain stabbing into my flesh, that I was left only to hang on to his arm.

''You're not mine,'' he whispered, the voice raspy, ''but I like to imagine that you are. And it's hard when you're fluttered with petty reasons. Yes, what I did wasn't right; but having you by my side feels like something that's right, and that's enough.''

''You're making me hate you, V,'' I said haltingly.

''I'm glad to know that I can still awaken in you the feelings that really matter.'' He fell silent. He seemed to be thinking deeply about something, still holding my cheeks. ''I love you.''

I closed my eyes, completely surrendered. My arms fell limp and my heart stopped. What I suspected with a terror crackling in the corner of my mind was suddenly a painfully palpable reality. In front of me, V; with his feelings and the mask of a smile suspended in the icy material. V and the words embedded in my ears like his fingers to the flesh of my face.

''I love you,'' he said again. ''I love you, my dear.''

''Stop,'' I begged. My voice sounded like a sigh. "Shut your mouth. Don't say it anymore.''

The pain eased as his fingers released my cheeks, both of his hands cupping my face gently; his body clinging to me, his hips pushing against mine. My back hit a wall when we had no room to spare, but he didn't stop. The coldness of his mask brushed my lips, and all I had left to do was close my eyes. The impact was soft; and the kiss, almost nonexistent. The simulation of a creature trying to imitate something human; unbecoming, then, of himself.

My first kiss in years lasted as long as a sigh. I didn't remember the flesh being so hard and lacking that particular flavor. I felt miserable just looking back and finding nothing but empty, hollow eyes. The same smile. I hated it.

''You don't love me,'' I whispered.

''I really think I do.''

''This is not love. You're taking over something you think is yours, V.'' I held back a shudder as one of his hands brushed my neck. ''I don't love you.''

Silence. Suddenly a murmur, very faint, and it was our feet. My body fell over his; the cold of his mask against the side of my face, his arms around me. A half-hearted embrace. I felt his heart, but I couldn't find my own.

I closed my eyes when I felt the tremor. It was him.

''I know,'' he replied.

[stars-obsession-pit]

The Flying Graysons generally stuck to simpler tricks in the smaller towns. Less people to impress, so they didn’t need to go as far. But for some reason, when they went to the town of Amity Park, Dick felt an urge to show off.

Well, not for just any reason. For one very specific reason; a certain cute boy in the crowd.

But then the troupe moved on, as it always did. Outside of his daydreams, he didn’t really dare to hope he’d get to see the boy again. Especially once his parents died, circumstances nearly pushed it from his mind.

But then, during his detective training, an idea struck him. Even if he couldn’t see the boy in person, he could still keep track of him remotely.

It turner out to be remarkably easy, especially once he learned Danny’s name. So he kept it up. Watching him, taking notes on everything about him, fantasizing about actually being together for real. He never told anyone else. They wouldn’t understand. Checking in on Danny was always a highlight of his days. His own little reward. He wouldn’t let anyone take his Danny away from him.

Though there were some stumbles along the way. Times he’d almost been caught. And when some sort of lab accident had hospitalized Danny, he’d nearly ran off to Amity on his own to comfort him (never mind that he’d have to explain who he even was and how he’d known about it). But he persisted. And as time passed, he only became more and more infatuated with the other boy. Oh how he wished they could be together.

And then Danny showed up in Gotham. Dick couldn’t find anything definitively explaining why, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Finally, he could put all his copious notes to use and sweep his love off his feet.

[spiralhigh]

this is like a year old and super out of character bc i only drew it to blow off steam but i still like how it came out so

[spacepatrolhana]

they say home is where the heart is, you're the reason mine is beating

[wri0thesley]

cute fortress of meropide duke’s favourite prisoner reader and their pavlovian response to the jingle of chains and the heavy footfalls of wriothesley’s boots - in that whenever they hear him walking towards their cell (because such a precious tempting little morsel needs to be under the duke’s direct watch, who knows what trouble they’d get into if allowed free roam?) they feel themselves get wet for him

[sophiethewitch1]

Spoiler? Yes,please. 👀👀👀💕

Wasn't sure what you guys wanted, so here's like a small snippet of chapter 2. If you have want like,,, important spoilers or something just lemme know. I will happily reveal the plot of this entire stupid thing because I'm very in love with it. Girl failure reader versus the world

[uwuyangeppie]

introduction

i’ll keep it short! i use he/him and she/her pronouns, and if i post something that’s not content related i’m lowkey thinking of making the tag “uwu speaks”. idk. i think it would be funny.

all the pieces are gender neutral, unless specified otherwise. if a piece mentions pregnancy and you have a male body type, just chalk it up to mpreg. as one of my tags says: by the will of gepard, you WILL get pregnant.

and his talent is called unyielding will, so…

requests are open!

there’s not a ton of yandere gepard content out there, so if you make a request- or even just send in some thoughts, chances are i’ll try and make a drabble/post based on it.

here’s some things to keep in mind when making a request:

i will not write smut, because i can’t lol. i’m just really bad at it. the way to get better at writing it is to write it, but i’d much prefer to do that in my notes than on here, haha

you are free to request dubcon or things relating to sexual assault. these requests will be tagged accordingly.

all my posts are gender neutral by default, but you are absolutely free to ask for gendered readers.

i will not post yandere!gepard in various character x character ships, even if it’s a request. this blog is specifically yandere!gepard x reader content only.

you can find all the requests in the request section, so if you missed your request being answered, chances are it’ll be linked there. they’re listed in order of the date they were published.

writing smut

i’m not writing smut at the moment, because i can’t LOL :’) however, you will see posts with dubcon tagged.

when this changes, i’ll make a post about it and rewrite this section.

with that all said and done, i hope you enjoy your time on this blog! masterlist is below the cut!

masterlist

INCORRECTS

one | two | three | four

DRABBLES

escape

kisses

golden retriever

developing relationship

gentle

(cw: dubcon) certainly not sober

LONGER PIECES

serval

phase 2

how fast can a silvermane guard run?

the carrot and the stick

REQUESTS

the lockdown | the lockdown part 2

emanators

spanking (sfw)

cooking/baking s/o

(tw: sexual assault) whether gepard would sa his darling

genius

clingy hcs

SMUT

nothing yet!

OTHER BITS AND PIECES

quiz

quiz outcomes

texting; overconfident

[minevn]

Here we go again talking about "Mine" and explaining my absence. For the past month or two I've been questioning myself if I want to put Mine on a hiatus(Which I didn't feel was surprising considering that I've vented about the game so much on this blog, I'm sorry for that). I wouldn't be getting rid of it and I would be heading back to it eventually, but I just needed to step away and really think about what I wanted to do. At this point in time I'm still questioning what I want to do. Long story short Mine won't be getting released any time soon and it needs a lot of work to be done on it, in every way.

I think my biggest issue was rushing into this project. I was so SO excited to just get my story out and talk about my characters and ideas, but I had almost nothing set in stone or planned out. Some of my favorite story aspects I created after I made this blog, granted it wasn't a obvious change since it had to do with spoilers, and story aspect kind of just fit together to make a bigger plot twist. I still love what I've created thus far, but it needs so much work, and it feels weird and off to have changes just happen with the characters and story.

I was getting bored of certain characters and the art style. I won't be getting rid of any characters because even the ones who don't seem that important to the overall plot are still important, but I'll be changing/upgrading character designs. And especially changing the art style. I was really disliking my style for Mine and even more so after the Halloween drawing. I did practice around a bit and I found a style I like, but it's still not set in stone.

This is kind of what I was thinking. The eyes have a more defined shape, the nose is different, the hair is more detailed. I've also been wanted to mess around with coloring and shading. And once again this style is not set in stone, but this is what I'm leaning towards as of now. I want the game to have an anime style for reasons, but I did also try a style that's more mine I guess? Like I drew Yani in the style I draw in the most, the style that's most consistent to me. I mainly did this because one my bestfriends has been helping me sort out my own feelings and she said to at least try a more cartoon style even if the anime style is what I'm aiming for in the end.

I obviously I do like the style, but it's just not what I'm going for, so I was going to try drawing different eyes styles and then I would build a face to match that.

I did like these, but it didn't inspire me and I didn't want these for Mine. So this is what I've been working on for now, I'm trying t build my interest in this story again. I know I've talked about it before, but Yani and Jun's designs are the ones I'm most proud about(maybe Aki as well, if I change anything it wouldn't be too extreme), but the other characters will be getting an upgrade, in design, story, and personality.

Minato in particular. I feel so bad because as much as I like Minato, he feels so plain to me. Like I don't have fun writing him or drawing him. There are things I do really enjoy about him, like his hair style, and his yellow eyes. But I'm bored with pretty much everything else about him, and that's not a good sign, he's the first route, the first character to be released. he needs something to draw in the player, but I don't feel like he has that. I don't know where to really go with him though. I think the fact that he's the least yandere is charming and important, like to lure the player into a false sense of security, almost as if they were just playing a normal visual novel/dating sim with routes, and then the creepy stuff starts mainly happening with the other routes, but obviously I need something to make his route exciting.

In the meantime asks will most likely not be answered until I've figured the characters out more. When I figure out the characters as well, I want to go back and slowly work on updating previous asks to fit the new personality and stories. I'll probably make a poll on how to go about that just in case people want the old answered asks or something. Maybe I could just do something like-

Old: bhjdhsvjagjhasgd

New: VHJDhfdjgshdf

I don't know as of now. I also want to go back and update my 100 followers event drawings, and obviously finish that. Which by the way I am so sorry to everyone who sent in requests, for that event and just in general. Me struggling with Mine's art style has been a thing, even with the refs, there were some refs that I just hated how they turned out(cough cough Hoshi). I also have been practicing with more cartoon(?) styles, so working on a game with an anime style reminds me of my past styles, which I hated because I got those feeling of hating my style or falling behind my peers who were finding their style. I'm a lot better with it now, but I felt like I was falling back into old habits/styles, and it was upsetting.

While I was planning my hiatus, I kept thinking about some of my other game ideas because if I was going to go on hiatus I would focus on another one of my games with a more simple style(Since I wondered if complexity of the style was also an issue for my lack of motivation with Mine), and I do like my other games and ideas and characters, but none of hem were appealing to me like how Mine did. I went into Mine so excited and ready to talk and share my characters, but with my other stories I was just feeling more unmotivated with them, other then "The Magi Academy" which makes sense since that is my comfort story but also I'm gonna work on this in the background since the game is huge.

Another thing I thought about doing while on hiatus was making a test game, where I get used to making games, where I practice. Cause Mine is my first game, but I'm not sure I want it to actually be my first game, but I have no interest in my other games as of now so this game would be simple, a little test to get used to everything that comes with making a game. I'll probably work on this while I'm working on the art style for Mine and the character designs. It will have multiple routes and characters. I wouldn't really call it a dating sim, there will be romance elements but I think more then anything it will be a little "get to know my oc's" type story. Maybe I'll talk about it more if anyone if interested. Although when I make games in the future I'll either make the blogs later, when the game is almost finished or if finished, or at least claim the name and work on them later.

I'd say that Mine is going on a hiatus, at least with this blog, but I will be working on it! Mine won't be getting released soon and when I made this blog I didn't expect Mine to come out this year. Another thing I want to end up doing is dev logs, maybe weekly or monthly, it won't happen soon, but eventually I want to do dev logs. As of now though, I have a lot to think about with the characters and the story/stories. I'll probably work on character personalities and stories before their actual design so I can get back to writing asks, and then I'll be redoing refs and any bigger drawings I've done so far. I also want to have a schedule for answering asks, so I'll probably spend the weekends answering asks and then the weekdays I'll be working on the game, but this is for the future. My ask box and messages will be open though if anyone has any questions :3 I hope that this will help me regain the passion and excitement that I hold for this story, have a great day/night, and thank you for you continued support🩵

[yanderelionwrites]

Okay so like I said in my update, I've been obsessing over something new for like months now.

Guess what it isss....

THIS GAME HAS THE TIGHTEST CHOKEHOLD ON ME. I love these silly twinkified disney villains sm 🥰

When I get a new hyperfixation, I start writing for it, sooo yeah. Imma start posting about them.

I'll still write for MHA of course, but Twisted Wonderland is at the forefront of my brain right now.

[metaltea]

Yandere y/n x yandere Sun = perfection

Don't give me ideaaaaaaaaaassssssssssss AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[bagsyy]

HELP OIKAWA SWATTING SOMEONE that’s canon idc he has no shame . they were supposed to just know that you two were complicated and to not interfere duh

LIKE HE IS CRAZY (im so in love with him it hurts)

can also def see him paying for whitepages so he can mail bed bugs and cockroaches to any man that tries to talk to you. it’s his way of showing that he loves you!!!

[m4rki3fox]

When did you get the impression that I had lost feelings for you? When did you become comfortable telling me about every crush you have, as if i won't get jealous? Why do you ask me for help, not expecting me to give you the worst advice possible?

I stand, waiting, with my ribs pried apart, empty and expecting your heart. Yet you still run around, chasing people to give it to who have their chest sewn up. I'm here, ready and willing for you, waiting to be a shoulder for you to cry on, but you dont. Im still here, with dry shoulders, and my legs are getting tired. You don't see me as important as I see you. You are the sun, and I the earth, orbiting around you, loving you, worshipping the ground you walk on, yet, you don't acknowledge me. you don't acknowledge my love.

[bandaids-and-blisters]

Whump prompt #1: Whumper is the recent victim of an unfortunate Medusa-like curse: anyone they lock eyes with for more than a second is immediately petrified and killed on the spot. They cope by covering up their eyes and swearing never to let anyone fall victim to the effects of their awful curse.

It becomes more difficult, however, when they fall in love with Whumpee, and Whumpee becomes increasingly more curious about seeing what's behind their partner's neverending bandages, as does Whumper about finally finding out what their darling Whumpee actually looks like.

Unable to face pushing Whumpee away yet terrified of accidentally killing them, Whumper is forced to go to drastic measures to keep their beloved from putting themselves in harm's way...

[yanban-san]

Yandroids incoming- I'm currently takin care of relatives again, but it should be up soon...? (And by soon I mean in the next 1-3 days)

[artekai]

Guess what movie I watched

[undertale-writing-times]

Oh! Seeing Beau with the “ You’re mine. You know that right?” prompt would be interesting!

Beau remembers meeting this human a while ago.

He thought that they were cute! Friendly and very sweet. He found it amusing how embarrassed they were to ask for him to sign a few things! He found it a little strange because he's just a model; he isn't a movie star or anything! Nonetheless, he signed their thing! Why wouldn't he?

Then he just kept meeting them! A little weird but nothing bad, right? They were just in the same area... one time they met at the store, and Y/n helped him. Oh, right! That's their name, Y/n. He thought that it was a nice name.

Y/n was also a nice person.

Dreamboat didn't seem to trust them, but he told his brother to stop being a worrywart; Y/n was just a friend! Just a fan. They started to talk a lot, and Beau even started to talk about the things that upset him. A rarity.

Normally, it was just people being mean to him online; nothing too bad! I mean... mostly just saying his ecto was gross? Monster haters, you know how it is. They hate to see monsters have anything, including a model monster? How 'disgusting' right? Psh, yeah, right, whatever... He told Y/n about the one person who tried to attack him! The person didn't get into trouble because nothing happened, which was... upsetting.

A few weeks later, he learned that that person had been killed. It freaked him out, as it always did when he found out that people died. Nobody said exactly what happened, but a few people in the model place said that they were murdered. It worried Beau, and he made sure to message Y/n to tell them to be safe! If there was a murderer going around, he didn't want anything to happen to his human friend.

Over the next few months, things kept happening. He and Y/n became very good friends! He would sometimes even sleep over at Y/n's house if he didn't want to go home, or if it was too late.

He was worried today.

One of the models that he worked with was in an accident. He spoke about how they were mean to him at one point, pretty much did a 'call out post' for him or something? He wasn't even sure what happened. All he knew was that they were in an accident. 

It was found out that their wires got cut, and now Beau was nervous.

He jolts when he hears the ringing of his phone. "Ah!" He looks down, then sighs and pulls out his phone, answering it, "H...Hello?" Dreamboat knew that Beau had been stressed about this; he said that he should come home and take a few days off, but when he heard that it was Y/n on the other side, he couldn't help but smile.

"Beau! Hey, how're you?" 

"Urm..." he starts, his eyes shooting around, then he gulps down his nerves, "Some stuff is going on, and I'm kind of scared." He peeks around the corner as he walks. There had been way too many people getting hurt around him, and honestly, he was expecting himself to be attacked as well. He was a small monster! Some people might think it would be easy to hurt him... he could fight, he just didn't want to.

The two of them spoke for a while until Y/n offered for him to come over and spend the night! It did catch his attention, and he thought about it. He knew that Dreamboat had told him to come home and said that he didn't want him to spend time with Y/n like that anymore... Beau wasn't sure why, but he assumed it had something to do with Dreamboat not trusting Y/n all that much. He thought before agreeing to come over.

And that's why he went to hang out with Y/n at their house. He was excited! He liked spending time with Y/n, they were nice and always listened to him talk. Plus they liked his ecto, they said that it was pretty and they liked to randomly squeeze it, which made him giggle a lot. Whatever Dreamboat was thinking about Y/n was wrong. 

Y/n even gave him a drink! Hot chocolate, how nice... sort of smelled like cinnamon too. "I will admit Y/n, I was a little nervous to come over. I thought maybe something would happen on my way here." He laughs as he takes a sip from the mug.

"Oh Beau, don't worry, I wouldn't let anything happen to you," Y/n says, with a laugh shaking their head, "I mean... You’re mine. You know that right?” They say the last part, looking him straight in the eyes. Their eyes held... a strange darkness to them now. Beau stares at them with big sockets, "I... What?" he asks.

What the heck did they mean? He was theirs? He didn't belong to anyone. He was about to say that, but suddenly he started to feel really sleepy and his soul felt strange. "Y-Y/n?" his eyes shoot down the mug dropping from his hands, as he put his hands over his ribs. What the hell? What was happening?

Quickly everything went dark, and all he could hear was Y/n's laughter. He should have listened to Dreamboat.